#how he can sometimes be so gullible you can get him to trust you mixed together with how attached he was to squirrel plush

[razzle-zazzle]

Dion HC's?

Some of my headcanons and interpretations vary from AU to AU, but here's a few of the more consistent ones!

this got,,,, so very long so i'm slapping it under a cut

He can't aim to save his life. Oh, he can try, but he will miss the target and that is a promise. Frazie teases him for it constantly.

He was a very fussy baby. Loudest crier if even the slightest thing was wrong. Calmed down around the time he started walking, and got a lot less fussy when Raz was born. So far only Queepie's managed to be a fussier infant.

The kind of guy who complains to complain. Will gripe and groan under his breath over his chores as he does them, makes a huge production out of not being able to find his hair tie/grease/brush; that sort of thing. When things get serious, though, or when he's really, truly upset, he talks a lot less, and his responses get noticeably curt and short. He does not deal well with excessive stress.

Has let Mirtala braid his hair before. Will do it again.

Loves his family so much. Respects his parents and Nona a lot, worries over his little siblings—he might not admit it aloud, but Dion strikes me as a character whose family is his whole world. He's so very loyal, and there's not a lot he wouldn't do for them.

...and yet somehow he's still a massive jerk. It's not often that he's directly mean to his little siblings, but when he is he has a tendency to snap out the words that'll hurt the most. He apologizes later, but that doesn't take away the hurt (and some part of him knows it).

Has done night feedings for Mirtala and Queepie. It wasn't every night—but if he was already awake then he'd try to handle it before either of his parents woke up. When Queepie was born, Augustus and Donatella would do their best to wake up first because "son we love you and we appreciate that you're trying to help but this isn't your job." Dion and Donatella used to joke about it being a race to see who'd respond to the baby first.

Dumbass. Though to be more specific, he's not so much unintelligent as he is Not Great at processing his emotions just yet. Quick to believe people that he trusts would know more than him (his parents, Queepie, Gisu, Frazie only sometimes because she's pulled the gullible/similar tricks on him too many times to count, Raz about psychic stuff later in life), making him pretty gullible when he's not outright distrusting of someone. Otherwise, he's a kinetic learner, and knows a lot about health, acrobatics, physics, cooking, and basic needlework—but he's terrible at explaining any of it; he struggles to put his knowledge into words. Smart in that he can grasp stuff pretty quickly, not great at explaining it to others.

Tried very hard to be as Grownup and Responsible as he could when he was ten to twelve. He's still sort of in that phase, but he's also in a teenage puberty "everything is stressful and I would like a break" phase and it does not mix well with his desire to be more grown up than he actually is.

Puffs up like a peacock when it comes to acrobatics/his physical ability in general. Not the quickest to show off, but definitely craves praise far more than he'll ever admit. Quickest way to get him to do something is to imply he can't do it, and chances are he'll go and do it just to show off that he can.

Hoards criticism just as much as he hoards praise. Sometimes challenging him to do something on the basis that he can't do it works well, sometimes it just makes him pull back and less willing to try it. It usually depends on who he's around—people are pretty multifaceted, after all.

Doesn't think much of himself when it comes to more academic fields—he doesn't really realize how much intuitive knowledge he actually has, and he's self-conscious about his seeming inability to explain anything on a technical level.

Is the most prone to fumbling when he's at his cockiest. Frazie and Raz call it karma, Dion picks himself up and acts like He Totally Meant To Do That, Guys, Can't Let You Two Feel Too Bad About Being Inferior. This act fools absolutely no one.

Tends to follow his father's example in speaking through actions rather than words. But, just like how Augustus' bottled love line expresses fear over how being so reserved can undercut his relationship with his children, Dion's tendency to express his feelings through quiet little actions instead of outright saying them doesn't do him a whole lot of favors in the "not looking like a massive jerk" department.

Enjoys cooking, especially with Lucrecia. He's not a master chef by any standards, but he's generally good enough that whatever he cooks is bound to be delicious. Brings Raz homecooked food a few days after the events of PN2 as a way of apologizing.

Has a little poetry journal that he hides more fervently than Raz hides his comic books. I know I said he's bad at words but it's my headcanons and I make the rules. Also I see Dion as more bad at academic words; he's perfectly capable of rambling out things that make sense to nobody but himself. The poetry journal's mostly just a little place for him to word vomit his feelings in the least coherent manner; he doesn't use it as much in the months leading up to the events of the games, to his own detriment.

Competent at needlework and patching up torn clothes and tents and blankets. Absolutely hates it. Least favorite chore.

Has experimented with makeup before. He doesn't always wear it, but sometimes it's nice to feel just that extra bit prettier. Got most of his (admittedly still pretty limited, but he's getting better and better at it as time goes on) understanding of how to apply makeup from his mother.

Incredibly good at rambling so as to dig himself deeper when he's under pressure. Incredibly bad at getting out of trouble when he's caught doing Stupid Shit.

[icharchivist]

Sort of a sad thought but Lucifer is described as a little gullible sometimes, so I think he did believe that Belial and he were at least friendly, still. He did notice that they weren't as close as they used to be, but figured it was due to both of them having lots of different responsibilities now. And when he offered to come over and Belial said "I'm actually really busy that month", Lucifer believed him, because why would Belial lie? Both to him and in general

And then the rebellion happened and Lucifer wondered why Belial would betray him and one of the other angels was like "Why are you so surprised, it was obvious that the guy hated your guts" and Lucifer is thrown into a crisis

yeah :( That's why anytime we set up Lucifer trying to cheer Belial up in our AU it's ultimately in a post-canon timeline. Just like Lucifer couldn't notice Sandalphon's torment either.

Any flashbacks we have of Lucifer and Belial always have Belial going passive aggressive and Lucifer doesn't pick up on it. The further back we go (except for Lucifer's transcendance) the less bad it is but it still there.

There's also that one scene i think in Belial's quest? set before the creation of the primarches, where Belial is a bit rude to Lucifer, but Lucifer brushes it off and then the narration talks about how they were working back to back, fully trusting one another and stuff.... it really gives the idea that, at least before the primarches came to be, Belial could still be mean, but in the actions he did truly work with Lucifer and perhaps appreciated his stay.

so.... i think when things got worse, Lucifer just didn't pick it up because Belial has always had a mean edge that he didn't really mean. Maybe he gets meaner, but it's not so different is it?

And you have scenes also when Lucifer has coffee with Sandalphon and Belial is supposed to give a message to Lucifer, but on the way he teases Sandalphon and drinks a bit of coffee with Lucifer. For Belial, he was probably purposingly overstaying his welcome to bother Lucifer during his date, but for Lucifer it could easily be something he interpreted as Belial just enjoying staying around. And well, Belial can be full of contradiction sometimes and i wonder if it was not also a bit of both.

so Belial was basically sending Mix Messages and Lucifer just always interpreted it in the nicest way possible because well. he's always been rude!! but it doesn't mean he doesn't care now, does he?

and so he wouldn't notice the way their relationship eroded itself with the years. He just trusted him. If Belial told him he was busy, it must be because he is. not because he avoids him. All of that.

And everything came crashing down DURING the civil war. Hell, Lucifer even had banters with Belial at the begining because Belial was still acting like he supported him while breaking the news that Sandalphon had joined the rebel ranks. Lucifer's world was crashing down and he still relied on Belial in that moment...... and it's only once he killed Lucilius he realized Belial had been betraying him this whole time.

and once he realized that, remember how his first reaction was trying to go in the gardens and take a cup of coffee with Sandalphon until he remembered Sandalphon was gone. He lost Belial then and he desperately tried to hang on to someone he could trust as well, before realizing he lost both of them that day. And so he threw himself in his work to try to cope with all of this.

So i think yeah that's pretty much how canon is built on that regard. Lucifer just thinking Belial's behavior is normal and isn't about him being hostile toward him, which was true once, but not anymore, and how everything came crashing down at once, and the crisis was so bad he threw himself into work instead.

and it makes me so sad :(

and yeah it's why we really only use Lucifer&Belial reconciliation plotline being set in a "post canon where Lucifer comes back to life and Belial joins us somehow" because it's only since he connected back to Sandalphon that Lucifer is trying to be conscious of what impact he had on people. He probably realized the day Sandalphon told him why he left, that it's not just a question of Sandalphon, and by extention, Belial, hating him, but probably that there were other things at play.

Anyway. sad :(. poor Lucifer.

[femmeharringrove]

when steve goes into labor early, he finds himself craving his mother's presence in a way he never has before.

he's always loved her, even if she never really loved him. growing up, she always just sort of avoided him - his eyes were so big and open and honest as he toddled about proclaiming his own love for just about everything under the sun - his nonna, the roses growing, and his mama. and she knew she should have loved him. hell, she wanted to love him, but she just couldn't. and since she couldn't love this little being who seemed entirely made up of love, she distanced herself.

and maybe as a child he didn't know, he was gullible enough to believe that she was just busy, just couldn't come play or couldn't help him plant a new flower, but he grew up and he saw everyone else's mother do so much better. and it stung. it did worse than sting, it ached in a way he just couldn't explain. and when he was fourteen he finally broke down and asked her why she didn't love him, and he'd hoped that she'd tell him otherwise but she was drunk and all she could do was break down and cry and ask for his forgiveness. she didn't remember it the next morning but steve's been haunted by the memory ever since, the knowledge that his mother doesn't love him.

of course he always knew his father despised him, there was no question of that. and now that he's having a baby of his own his aversion to the elder Harrington has only worsened. john harrington is a cruel being, he never should have been allowed near ant child, and steve was determined to keep him away from this one no matter what. he's already told the man he won't be allowed in the hospital, but his mother is supposed to be there. but it's the dead of night and the baby is coming early and as much as he cries for her there's no possible way to get her there in time.

still, billy's heart tugs at the way steve whimpers and says "i - i need her." but the thing is, billy knows the infamous misses harrington. and she doesn't deserve to be there when steve gives birth. but he knows exactly who does.

he does feel a little guilty about calling at such a ridiculous hour, but he isn't surprised when joyce answers, soft and groggy.

"hello?"

and billy pauses, because he doesn't know how to word this. he doesn't know how to tell her that steve's hours away from being a father instead of week, that he's crying for someone who doesn't love him, that billy himself is a little terrified. but in the end it just comes out on its own.

"he needs his mom."

and so joyce shows up at four in the morning and steve sobs against her because he's only ever been ready for the theoreticals. this isn't him reading a book on pregnancy, this isn't one of the kind mothers of hawkins sharing their delivery stories. this is steve, his stomach contracting miserably, his back and hips screaming, his heart racing because he's about to be in possession of a tiny little human being who's going to need him for everything. and this is also steve, barely in the third decade of his life, no real plan for his own future, staying up most nights because he's scared of monsters - monsters he'll now have to protect his baby from. and he doesn't know how to put those fears into words so all he can do is cry, and joyce, she gets it, she always does, and so she strokes his hair and soothes his fears as best she can.

and then there's claudia of course, who's been there since steve's first ultrasound, and she never leaves his room for long, not if she can help it. she holds his hand and wipes his tears and steve feels safe. claudia's always called him the older son she never had, and he feels more like steve henderson than steve harrington in those moments.

the kids won't leave either, because of course they won't. eleven and will overheard joyce on the phone the night before and when hopper tries to get them to school they outright beg to stay home because focusing is impossible knowing their honorary neice or nephew could be born at any second. and hop wants to make them go, but ultimately he can't. and once they get the all-clear, they call the others, and the next thing steve knows he's surrounded by a gang of not-quite teenagers looking him over for any problems and loudly expressing their excitement. and it's endearing, because it reminds steve that this kid has a plethora of babysitters at the ready - even if mike tries to act like he doesn't care, which is decidedly false judging from the panic that crosses his face when steve's hit with a nasty contraction.

dustin refuses to go home even as night falls, and max tells susan she's spending the night with eleven - which is true, but they're both staying at the hospital as well, hopper watching them while joyce stays firmly by steve's side.

on his right, as has been the case for the entirety of his pregnancy, is billy. holding his hand, pushing his hair out of his face, comforting and praising him through steve's low whines and pained groans. he doesn't know how many hours he spends pushing but it hurts like nothing else, like his body is being torn from the inside, and he wants it to stop but he needs to keep going. so he does, he grits his teeth and he pushes through everything, and in the end he's rewarded with the first wail of a human being.

and he doesn't cry right away.

not that he can, his body is catching up with that the hell just happened, his breath is still coming in quick, shaky gasps, and he feels like he's only hearing joyce, not listening. nothing feels right until he's given the solid six-pound weight of his baby on his chest. she's so pink, and her cries are subsiding slowly, but steve runs a trembling hand over the top of her head and realizes she's got the same dark fuzz from all of his baby pictures and then it smacks him in the gut.

this baby is his.

and he holds her close and cries because the amount of love in his chest is too much, he hurts with the intensity of it.

nikita rosaline harrington is her name, and billy tears up a little bit because of it. she's a pretty little thing, her nose is tiny and scrunches up whenever billy runs a fingertip down the tiny bridge of it. she's got her father's eyes too, big and brown and curious, billy's never seen anything more precious - or he thinks so, until he watches steve stare at her with the same eyes and nearly has a heart attack at how sweet the two of them are. and he doesn't need to complicate things right now, not when steve's finally catching his breath after months of hardship, but he knows in his heart this is his family. that's his baby, that's his - well, his steve. and he kisses them both on the forehead and promises he'll take care of them. he's not the dick responsible for knocking steve up, but it's an honor to do this, to step in.

to prove he's not like neil. he can be a dad, and a damn good one at that.

and steve, who doesn't even like letting nancy drive the party to the arcade without him being there, he trusts billy wholeheartedly to raise this baby with him. billy doesn't take that lightly.

joyce and claudia spend a good hour fawning over nikita, they've gotten her so many gifts and she ends up in the little cap claudia made and the outfit joyce got. max and eleven are just as thrilled, max kisses her chubby little cheeks and eleven stares at steve in awe for literally creating a life. will talks to her quietly and holds her like he never wants to let go, even though he does in order to let hopper hold niki for a bit.

there's never been a question about who her grandfather is. neil and john are simply unfit, and hopper's been a pseudo-dad to billy and steve, he's the only one who gets the grandfather status. there's a whole mix of emotion on his face as he bounces the cooing baby, telling her how nice it is to finally meet her and how he's gonna enjoy spoiling her rotten. when he finally gives her back to steve, the man has tears in his eyes.

"you did good, kid," he tells steve, runs a heavy hand over his hair before patting billy on the shoulder.

dustin holds her the longest, of course. he quickly comes to adore the fit of his finger in her curled palm, and he tells her about all the things he's going to teach her as she grows up. steve's fondly amused at how easily dustin takes to carrying nikita, in the same way steve got used to dragging dustin around. every time the curly-haired kid remembers to look up at the other people in the room, he gives steve the brightest grin, eyes crinkled with merriment.

"you have the coolest dad ever, niki," he informs her proudly, and steve's finally beyond the need for cool points but it's touching nonetheless.

mike and lucas meet her in the morning, and lucas immediately charms the baby with a little song as he rocks her back and forth. he declares himself the fun uncle, which dustin protests, but steve and billy know lucas is correct. mike is the only one who just knows how to hold a baby, thanks to a baby sister, so he takes nikita from lucas like it's nothing and stares at her little face for a long time. the emotion there isn't something steve can read, but he sees the way mike draws her closer after a moment and smiles.

mike's a protector, even if he likes to act like he doesn't care sometimes. and steve, who's just as protective, knows that niki is beyond safe with him.

when robin meets the baby she nearly screams. but then she remembers how new those little ears are and settles for the biggest grin as she swipes niki from billy and walks about, cooing all sorts of nonsense to her little neice. "she's too cute," she gushes, planting a kiss to the baby's forehead. "i'm taking her home. sorry, dingus." and steve protests, but they both know she isn't about to walk out of there with a baby. robin loves kids, but she doesn't think motherhood is for her.

it's certainly not for everyone. and that thought doesn't occur to steve until his mother shows up, nearly a day after niki is born.

he watches her go to pick nikita up and his heart twists and he wants to reach over and take her back. his hands stay clenched under the blanket as the woman smiles at the baby, then at steve himself.

"you made a cute one, i'm not surprised," she muses, and then she says, "don't you just love her?"

and steve, he can't really respond to that.

billy's his saving grace, picks up on the shift and ends up gently convincing misses harrington to come back another time. when he turns back to steve, the brunette has tears already streaming down his face.

"why couldn't she -?" he tries, but billy doesn't need him to finish that sentence. he moves closer and wraps steve up in his arms and for the first time decides that he hates both harringtons, not just john.

because steve's easily the most loveable soul he's ever stumbled across. he looks at nikita and all he can see is a little steve, and he hates the boy's parents for refusing to love the vulnerable little soul they brought into the world.

[rikiflrts]

— ꒰‧ 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ༉‧₊˚✧

after what seemed like forever, i finally made my own prompt list! if you wish to request for the prompts that you’d like to use with a certain member, then feel free to choose any of the numbers displayed and tell me about them in the ask box (^^).

also: please be specific with the genre that you'd like to imply with your chosen prompts, thank you~ ♡

1.) "i just wanted to give you a hug"

2.) "dumbass we're lost now thanks to you!" " i already got lost in your eyes from the moment i met you but you don't see me complaining."

3.) "please don't talk to me right now, im not in the mood"

4.) "how are you so beautiful?"

5.) "my hoodie looks great on you"

6.) "how could you..."

7.) "i trusted you"

8.) "i didn't tell you to trust me."

9.) "you're leaving? just like that?"

10.) "no stop you're making me blush"

11.) "and if i am?"

12.) "just shut up and let me play with your hair"

13.) "so this is what falling in love feels like"

14.) "how are you even real..?"

15.) "are you being for real right now?"

16.) "...did you just sniff me?"

17.) "if you're that mad then why don't you just take it out on me?"

18.) "i don't mind"

19.) "you dumbass, i said i like you!"

20.) "i used to have this huge crush on you (laughs)" "used to?" "well, yeah.. i dont really like you anymore"

21.) "can i hold your hand?"

22.) "are you nervous?"

23.) "less talking, more working!"

24.) "im in love with an idiot"

25.) "but you promised me that we'd get married!!" "for the love of god, ____ we were 5 when that promise was made!"

26.) "but i still love/like you.."

27.) "this reminded me of you"

28.) "his/her/their smile is really pretty.."

29.) "just confess already!!"

30.) "you're an idiot." "yeah. your idiot."

31.) "are you even paying attention?"

32.) "does it look like i care?"

33.) "i don't really care"

34.) "it's been a while since i last smiled like this"

35.) "oh crap im starting to feel the butterflies again"

36.) "I'm scared, okay?! i can't do it"

37.) "what are you so scared of?"

38.) "im scared of falling.." "dont be, i'll catch you."

39.) "promise..?" "promise."

40.) "i guess promises really were meant to be broken."

41.) "you made a fool out of me!"

42.) "im sorry, its not you.. its me."

43.) "what about our promises??" "what about them?"

44.) "please dont go"

45.) "is/are they/he/she all you're ever going to look at?im already right in front of your attention is still focused on them/him/her."

46.) "that's it..?"

47.) "cuddle with me"

48.) "no."

49.) "his/her/their eyes were like pools; so deep. I fear that if I fall, I might never come out and reach for air."

50.) "i love spending time with you"

51.) "let's just be friends"

52.) "im sorry, im afraid of commitment"

53.) "im afraid of it too. why don't you just take this risk and overcome your fears with me?"

54.) "if its you, then i dont mind."

55.) "i love your smell"

56.) "what's that supposed to mean?"

57.) "first love really never does die huh"

58.) "hey, you look really familiar" "oh, really?" "yeah. you look like my soulmate."

59.) "if you like me so much then just marry me already"

60.) "wait i can do that?!" "your gullibility really amazes me sometimes."

61.) "are you dumb? be honest"

62.) "im not in the mood"

63.) "are you okay?"

64.) "you look horrible" "oh wow gee thanks for pointing that out sherlock"

65.) "what's in it for me?"

66.) "do you..like me?"

67.) "do you like him/her/them?"

68.) "but i wrote you letters.."

69.) "they mean nothing to me."

70.) "wow! i haven't seen you in ages, how have you been?" "we literally just saw each other 5 hours ago."

71.) "wipe that smirk off your face, its annoying"

72.) "aww, why? are you perhaps threatened that you'll end up falling for me?"

73.) "i think im going to puke"

74.) "are you blushing?"

75.) "aren't you tired of comstantly running in my mind?"

76.) "i can't get him/her/them out of my head"

77.) "your laugh sounds really pretty"

78.) "i love how your eyes sparkle whenever you're invested in something"

79.) "im falling"

80.) "oh no im catching feelings"

81.) "do you ever stop talking?"

82.) "let me get that for you"

83.) "its okay, i can pay for myself" "no. i wont let you" "but i have my own mone-" "shut up and let me spoil you!"

84.) "i refuse to stay in the same room with the likes of him/her/them!"

86.) "it was pretty obvious.."

87.) "come here."

88.) "stop doing that to yourself!"

89.) "you deserve better."

90.) "just leave. i dont want to see your face anymore."

91.) "i hate you." "the feeling's mutual."

92.) "didn't i tell you to leave me alone?!"

93.) "was it so wrong to love you..?"

94.) "if you really love me then just stay away from my sight."

95.) "you feel like home"

96.) "i love hugging you, it makes me feel safe"

97.) "i could kiss you right now!" "you're very welcome to do it."

98.) "i can't keep playing pretend"

99.) "let's put an end to this.."

100.) "i think im actually catching feelings"

101.) "this is getting dangerous.."

102.) "give me another chance"

103.) "give me one reason why i shouldnt leave."

104.) "im going to do it! im finally going to confess to him/her/them!"

105.) "you've got to be kidding me.."

106.) "i knew what i signed up for. im not surprised."

107.) "he/she/they has/have stars in his/her/their eyes and im captivated"

108.) "i love you" "nice try, but im not falling for that"

109.) "is it that hard to fall in love with me?!"

110.) "well if you put it that way, then yes."

111.) "you look happy"

112.) "you look happier without me."

113.) "can you guys please change the dare"

114.) "who gave you the right to toy around with my emotions like that?!"

115.) "i got played.."

116.) "stay out of my sight."

117.) "you're an eyesore" "you're an eye candy"

118.) "why are you still here?"

119.) "why..?"

120.) "stop making fun of me!" "make me."

121.) "was i just some kind of sick joke to you?"

122.) " i really like you "

123.) "i don't know how to express my feelings that well but i just want you to know that i'd take a bullet for you"

124.) "i'd do anything just to see you smile like that again"

125.) "what are you staring at?"

126.) "i think i have a crush on you" "you think? you're not even sure?"

127.) "take my hand"

128.) "let's get out of here."

129.) "you should wear my clothes more often"

130.) "i can teach you how"

131.) "I'm here for you"

132.) "you can use me to forget about him/her/them"

133.) "even if the world turns againt us, as long as we have each other, then we'll be alright."

134.) "you're all that i need"

135.) "you're all that i ever wanted"

136.) "you're all that i have"

137.) "please don't leave me"

138.) "I'm sorry."

139.) "look at me."

140.) "look at me and tell me that you don't love me anymore."

141.) "you're an idiot."

142.) "i don't love you anymore."

143.) "did you just drink from my cup?" "and if i did?"

144.) "im going to kill you!" "you don't scare me"

145.) "stay with me a little longer"

146.) "i knew it.."

147.) "i should've known.."

148.) "are you jealous?"

149.) "i made you a playlist"

150.) "when will you ever look my way..?"

151.) "im fine with looking at him/her/them from afar"

152.) "he's/she's/they're out of my league"

151.) "im scared of getting rejected"

152.) "back to square one"

153.) "I'm tired"

154.) "what do you like about me?"

154.) "i'd rather starve than spend time with him/her/them."

155.) "if i'm an idiot, then you're a coward"

156.) "i dreamt about you last night"

157.) "it was a nightmare"

158.) "it's the little things that he/she/they do/does that drive me insane"

159.) "i like you more than i should"

160.) "be mine"

161.) "it was too good to be true.."

162.) "i had a crush on him/her/them"

163.) "i never really thought that i'd end up falling for you"

164.) "you're adorable"

165.) "you mean the world to me"

166.) "you meant the world to me"

167.) "what happened in the past stays in the past"

168.) "careful, you might end up falling for me"

169.) "very funny, mister lover boy"

170.) "lets go out on a date"

171.) "i'm so lucky to have you"

172.) "where are you going?"

173.) "sometimes it really just gotta be like that"

174.) "hello good afternoon, what's your order?" "hell- oh wow.. you please" "im sorry, could you say that again?" "wait no! i meant- uh..oh dear.."

175.) "he's too good for me"

176.) "stop giving me mixed signals"

177.) "i guess it really just wasn't meant to be"

178.) "im not interested in you"

179.) "i cant get him/her/them out of my head"

180.) "where is/are he/she/they?"

181.) "you took my pillow so im going to use you as a pillow"

182.) "why are you avoiding me?"

183.) "did i do something wrong?"

184.) "please talk to me"

185.) "im not even his/her/their ideal type"

186.) "it wouldn't hurt to try"

187.) "you smell like me"

188.) "i like my scent on you"

189.) "that sounds weird if you put it that way"

190.) "can i call you tonight?"

191.) "you should smile more often"

192.) "i hate it when people tell me what to do"

193.) "lets wear matching outfits!"

194.) "im arresting you." "why? i didnt do anything wrong" "yes you did, you stole my heart and i want justice!"

195.) "i guess i got too caught up with my fatasies to notice that he/she/they never really liked me back in the first place.."

196.) "you're the answer to all my prayers"

198.) "you should go home."

199.) "let me come with you"

200.) "run away with me"

last updated: 12/30/20

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Another Wordgirl Au: Morally Gray Wordgirl

Morally Gray Wordgirl au

I don’t know if anyone else in the Wordgirl fandom thought about this at one point. A what-if I thought one day was what would have happened if Steven became Dr. Two Brains before Becky became Wordgirl? Such as what if Steven became Two Brains when Becky just came to earth as a baby? This is where the au begins

In this au, Becky is adopted by Dr. Two Brains. After Becky and Bob crash land on earth, Bob carries Becky around for a bit and enters the city. This is around the time Steven first becomes Two Brains. Bob, while carrying Becky, runs into Two Brains. At this point, Bob has no idea that Two Brains is a villain. Two Brains has cheese with him and Bob is hungry. Two Brains awkwardly hands some of his cheese to Bob. Two Brains may be a villain now but he is not heartless to not offer someone that is hungry food. Bob eats the cheese while Two Brains holds Becky. Two Brains is nervous at first because some random monkey just gave him a baby to hold😟. When Becky looks at Two Brains, she curiously calls him daddy. She is just a little kid who think that this new man holding her is her parent now. Two Brains heart just melts😍after hearing her call him daddy and looking into her innocent, alien, eyes. He immediately begins to dote on her as a dad would, ex. baby talk and cooing. Bob watches the interaction between Two Brains and Becky and decides that Two Brains would be a great person to stay with and raise Becky. He later regrets his decision.😓😆Here is an outline for how this au would go:

1. Becky still becomes Wordgirl. Bob tries to implement heroic morals into Becky during the time she is being raised by a villain. Becky wants to become a hero because she does not want to see the lives of innocent civilians hurt. However, since Dr. Two Brains also implemented villainous ideals into Becky growing up, her moral values are kind of mixed in her actions as a hero.

2. Becky is more sympathetic towards villains. Ex. When Chuck and Butcher claim to be innocent after being framed by Amazing Rope Guy, she immediately believes them and tries to figure out another angle of who really committed those crimes.

3. She isn’t as upset as when the spotlight is turned off her such as when Tiny Big came onto the scene or when Granny May became bingo champion. She is still upset, but Becky is not as focused on the limelight as canon. She, from Huggy’s teachings, believes that a superhero’s true reward comes from protecting the citizens and just helping when needed to prevent or avenge the cruelest of injustices. Wordgirl will accept gifts or keys to the city out of politeness. She uses the limelight to give the people of Fair City comfort and assurance that she is still there to protect them. Becky views heroism as a job more than a pleasure. It is basically, “You get good results based on how hard and well you do the work, not just what others say.” mentality.

4. That being said, Becky will not take a passive stance and try hard to prove her innocence if the citizens suddenly began to take advantage of her heroism or if they turn on her such as with the evil duplicate or when Granny May framed her for crimes. As I said earlier, Becky in this au views heroism as a job she enjoys and doesn't take impolite backlash, constructive criticism yes. Basically she just becomes done when residents of Fair City act like morons who think they know better. (I have always had a problem when a majority of the residents in Fair City act like gullible idiots. It always irks me how they will turn on Wordgirl easily and not often give a proper apology when they realize they were wrong. Sometimes, to me, it seems the villains have better appreciation for Wordgirl than the citizens. I am not including all citizens, just seems like a majority do this.) (Okay rant over.) Becky will be like, “if you guys don’t want me anymore then good luck.” She will intervene again just to keep the city from going into complete chaos. She still cares about the safety of the citizens, she just does not like it when they abandon their trust in her for no good reason. She is not even mad at the villains who cause this. They didn’t force the citizens to dislike Wordgirl, that was their choice.

5. Becky will not often take her dad to jail. She loves her dad and does not like the idea of him not being home (the warehouse; Becky’s living conditions their are like my version of the Becky Boxleitner au, just somewhat better due to her living their all her life.) She also does not like the idea of having to fight him, but has to in order to keep up appearances and not let anyone get suspicious and start suspecting her identity. That being said, she will let Two Brains escape after stoping the crimes depending on the severity. If Two Brains just steals cheese from the grocery store, she may often ignore it (its just cheese and it can easily be replenished). For crimes such as stealing money or turning artwork into cheese, Becky will stop her dad, but later act like he got away (if police are not around. “Two Brains Quartet” still happens because police are there.). Becky may do this sometimes for other villains depending on her or their mood. Citizens and Villains believe that Dr. Two Brains is an extremely tough villain to catch which raises his credibility as Fair City’s #1 villain when Wordgirl does this. Captain Huggy Face is not happy when Wordgirl let’s her dad go, but he deals with it because she cares about her dad. Becky does stand her ground if her dad, and the other villains, do something dangerous that affects the lives of the citizens. Incidents such as the plot to mind control all the city with bunny buttons and the cheesteroid do get Two Brains arrested. (Becky is like, “Sorry dad, but I can’t let you threaten the lives of innocent civilians.”) Since this happens rarely, Becky usually stays at her friends houses until her dad leaves prison. She has a visitor clearance and does visits with her dad when she can. (Still brings him cheese.) Not much interaction with the Botsford family unless they were a focus in episodes.

6. Becky is more aware of when villains act deceitful. (She was raised by one herself.) She pretends to be tricked to let their guard down before turning the tables on them. (She can be tricky and deceitful herself when she wants to be.)

The police force are more competent in this au than in canon. They were able to capture most villains, with exception to Two Brains and other major villains, before Wordgirl came onto the scene. The city was similar to Gotham before Batman showed up. It was fine, but crime rates were still high. The episode “The Wrong Side of the Law” happens differently than canon. Wordgirl is civil and polite to the police, but does really like law enforcement or fully trusts them due to her upbringing by a super villain. (Two Brains taught her she can respect law enforcement because they are capable of doing a good job, it does not mean she has to like them or follow the rules all the time. I sorta think that the villains have some respect for D.A. Sally Botsford because of how she is good at her job.)

Now on to “Normal” girl Becky. Becky is still referred to as Becky Boxleitner. (Dr. Two Brains did not want kids ignoring or making fun of Becky with a last name like Brains, or something mouse related. He wanted people to know and treat his daughter as herself, not just who she is related to. Two Brains also wanted to give Becky some protection so random people wouldn’t bother her because of his actions. So he just gave her his old human name.) Becky is similar to her canon character with a few changes.

1. Becky will empathize with someone if they are feeling upset and hurt. But if they are doing something dumb and stupid, or anything that is concerning to her, she will be upfront and honest with that person (not complete brutal honesty but something like “Please don’t do something stupid, I care about you and your health.”). She isn’t mean, but she is forward and won’t bother to hide feelings if hiding your emotions will only make the situation worse. 

2. Both Becky and Wordgirl are sassy like her dad.

3. She is still passionate about words and respects her teachers and main authority figures.

4. Becky is more clever about excuses.

5. She enjoys science more as well as literature. Becky has top grades in her class. (Next to Tobey). She enjoys science fairs and is a bit better at creating workable, and visually acceptable, inventions.

6. Becky likes puns (Two Brains) and knows every fact about cheese as well as every fact about words (again Two Brains’ fault). 

7. Becky is still a fan of Pretty Princess, but has ponies, books, and science stuff in her room. She is a bit more tomboyish than canon.  

Becky is still friends with Violet in this au. I always viewed Violet’s mom as an open-minded nature women, based on Violet’s character and where they live. She is easily accepting of Becky and Dr. Two Brains despite Two Brains life as a villain. Becky is also forward early on how some of Violet’s traditions make her uncomfortable so there is no issue in the series. 

Becky is more a fan of words and science in this au. She and Violet have fun mixing art and science. Becky does not take art classes, but rather is part of after-school science and reading clubs. (She takes science club with Tobey and reading club with Violet.)

Becky is also friends with Tobey in this au. I have nothing against Scoops’ character. I was just more fond of his character development in the episodes during and after he learns Becky’s identity, plus a few before the reveal. (In the early seasons, it seemed that Scoops would do anything for a big story, even as exposing Wordgirl’s identity as Becky. I was upset in that Vocab Bee episode because Scoops did not seem to consider Becky’s input or feeling when he found strong evidence that Becky was Wordgirl. To me it seemed unfair that Becky had to throw her chances at a competition she was having fun in just to protect her identity because of Scoops’ actions and attitude.) Tobey met Becky when they were between 5 and 6. Tobey just lost his dad (up to interpretation on how) and was just lonely. Kids would make fun of Tobey’s nerd-side and some other mean reasons, or they would ignore him. Becky sympathized with Tobey because most kids, not Violet, would avoid her because of her dad. (They would not dare bully her for fear of how Dr. Two Brains would react.) Tobey and Becky easily began to get along and overtime became friends. Claire McCallister was worried about her son hanging out with the child of a villain. But quickly after seeing how Becky was a good kid plus Two Brains being a good dad despite his status, and that her son was happy with friends, she let her worries slide. Claire, Dr. Two Brains, and Violet’s mom, have made an unofficial single parents support group between the three of them. In this au, Tobey does not become a villain, but still builds robots. (I already have a new villain that takes canon Tobey’s role.) Becky and Tobey are silently crushing on each other. Tobey does suspect Becky is Wordgirl, but respects her secret identity and will wait for her to tell him (or a reveal). (Still cares for her anyway.)

Scoops parents are friendly but are strong law-abiding citizens so they avoid Two Brains and Becky. Scoops in this au is nice, but is more concerned on news stories. He originally talks to Becky in hopes of getting an interview with her dad. Scoops is trying not to be inconsiderate, but he is sorta using Becky as a way to get to her dad. Becky deals with this stuff from other reporters and fans of her dad. Neither Dr. Two Brains and Becky like this attention. (Two Brains likes being in the news and in magazines, but he doesn’t like people using his daughter to get to him. Becky is the most important person in his life with cheese being second.) Becky shuts Scoops down after his first few initial attempts. Scoops is disappointed, but he apologizes and doesn’t bother her anymore. Becky is civil and polite to Scoops in this series, but that is about it. There is no crush. (I don’t know if I will keep the Violet x Scoops ship in this au or change it.)  

I really like this au along with a few other aus I made up which include an Alliance Swap au. I am going to expand more on this au and the characters later.  

[niagaragrape]

i found it. i found the perfect koiru song.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSAWaLhdLwo

the FUCKING LYRICS MAN!!! koiru ramblings under the cut

"Its hard to look into your eyes knowing it might be the last time" Yoru worries that someday Koi or himself will end up in a situation where they have to separate or they can't protect each other; he knows their job is dangerous, but more than anything, he wants to protect and take care of what is trusted to him. He knows he is not invincible, even with all of his ego and strong demeanour, and Koi is really fragile in his eyes. He knows she can take care of herself, but wished he could do it for her.

"Sudden changes make the air uncomfortable" DID I TELL YOU HOW AWKWARD THIS MAN IS?? AKDJWKDA!! Koi is so dense and she never realizes how romantic and caring she can be to him, anything she says or anyway she acts can and WILL intimidate him. Not in the bad way! but her nurturing and gullible attitude is so cute and so loving to him he can't help but make the situation awkward and blush. He gets angry at himself for doing so, making the situation uncomfortable for him! meanwhile Koi is just vibing lol

"I'll hold you so you're not alone" KOI. WILL. COMFORT. YORU. no matter what, Koi will tell Yoru that he doesn't need to act strong and invincible in front of her; she knows all he needs is a moment to relax sometimes. Yoru keeps himself in denial, though! she clings to him and tells him how much of a good boy he is, and how good she feels to be on his side, reassuring him how much she loves him and telling him he does not have to prove himself to her. Still, it's really hard for him to open up:

"When i'm quiet on the other side, know that i'm loving you, that's all i do" Yoru is a mess when confessing or talking about his feelings, he usually keeps all of it to himself and tries to supress it; Koi, as an empath, notices that. She doesn't try to force him to open up to her, but she enjoys how the tiny details tell her how much he loves her. Mostly, to show his affection to her, he scares the other agents who intend to throw their paperwork on top of her by standing with his arms folded and a intimidating look in his face in front of her bedroom door when she is busy (Yoru bodyguard skin when /j + He doesn't tell Koi about it, because she will get kinda sad since she wants to do other's peoples work) or leaves a little letter in her room in which he writes about where he went + what he is doing + when he is coming back! He even drew a little heart on it once, reluctant, obviously; Koi found it to be really cute! part of him wanted her to notice the little heart and the other part cringed when thinking about it, this man is a mix of emotions.

"And all the things we ever cared for To run again without the pain To love you without being afraid To fall into the flowers bloom, of the other side" I think Yoru and Koi both share the same need for a world where their problems just... stopped existing. For Yoru, there is no need to keep himself alarmed and he doesnt need to seem strong all the time if there were no threats or reasons for him to do so: no, i don't mean that Yoru is "idealistic" and "that he wants a better world", what i mean is that i think he just wished he didn't have to keep himself so rough and tough to her. And seeing how much it hurts her to try to make him open up to her makes him feel really... bad, somehow. But he must never show weakness, never.

[lumilasi]

UPDATE: added her civilian outfit + updated rest of her bio

Her bio below 

Age: 34 when Kain and Ryuu arrived in her place the first time, 40 now

Sexuality: lesbian

KEI’S QUIRK EXPLAINED

Quirk name: Knight (Pros in normal, cons in bold)

SWORD MODE

When in this mode, her attack will always cause damage regardless of the opponent’s defenses and invulnerability. How severe it is depends on the opponent, but the attack will always have some form of impact.

She can also easily break through physical emitter attacks that require offence tactics, such as Ice or soil-based quirks that aim to immobilize you.

she can switch between her two modes fairly quickly by default, making her a very efficient fighter.

The strength of her attacks depends heavily on her physical health; if she’s feeling weaker, her attack efficiency is weaker too, as well as the speed in switching between her two modes.

She tends to be on her other mode by default, so Kei needs to physically switch herself into the offensive mode, and when she does that, she can’t use her shield mode abilities.

SHIELD MODE

“Shield mode” basically makes her immune/highly resistant to any types of attacks, and this includes non-direct emitters like brainwashing. She has this mode on by default constantly.

Quirk-erasure skills are the only exception to her immunity, though only indirect emitter types; any quirk erasure that requires physical contact won’t work on her.

Like with the sword mode, her defense strength and stamina depends on her current fitness.

RANDOM FACTS

- “Kei” means Knight, and “Reidou” means “mother” and “home” 

- Her new name was given to her by an elderly couple who took care of her for a while after she managed to flee the commission agents after her (by luck), making them think she was dead.

- Her original name basically means “fire heart autumn child”, a nod to her strong willed nature, warm color scheme and the fact she was born in fall.

- She often likes to wear tank tops and cardigans. For shoes she either wears those brown boots or sandals, all the time. Sandals for exceptionally warm weather, boots for any other weather. She refuses to wear any other kind of footwear. 

- She was a very skinny and petite as a child, but due to her quirk grew much more strong framed overtime. 

- Like said, Kei isn’t truly a villain but more of a vigilante. While she’d lost her trust in the system, she wanted still to help people, despite knowing it was risky as it could potentially reveal she was alive. 

- She drinks a lot of coffee, and does frequent a bar Aizawa sometimes goes to with Mic and Nemuri. She has even talked with the pro-hero at times and they kinda get along. Aizawa has his suspicions that she’s a Vigilante of some sort, but never asks questions about it.

- She works in a local coffee shop of the village she’s living in. As a result Kei drinks a shit-ton of coffee, and usually black. She also occasionally suffers from Insomnia.

- She’s not that bothered by Ryuu and Kain’s sometimes brutal and violent antics, because she has seen first hand how the supposed “good guy side” sometimes does even worse bullshit.

- Rankure gives her grey hairs with her gullible nature and tendency to end up mixed up in random schemes, but she loves her anyway. As long as she doesn’t get mixed with the big wigs on either side, she’s fine with her antics.

- Kei was the one who taught Wasabi how to use the staff, because he saw her train with it one day and thought it was cool, so he wanted to learn it too.

PERSONALITY

Kei is pretty calm and stoic for the most part, with a dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is very distrustful of strangers due to her past experiences, and it takes her a while to warm up to people, apart from those she sees are obviously in great need of help; even with them, she won’t share her personal history easily. It took her a long time to tell her story to Rankure and Wasabi for example. 

She can be pretty intimidating when angry, and overall has big “momma bear” or “Mama Lion” energy as Rankure describes it. 

Because of her past, and guilt issues, she can take topics touching her history very personally, getting overtly aggressive to people’s faces for these issues, such as people being insensitive over death, child abuse, or when people ridicule somebody for questioning things reasonably (namely anything about the hero structure) She’s generally known for having the kind of temper that can go from zero to a hundred in a snap second if you rub her the wrong way.

She’s also not very fond of heroes, but doesn’t really hate them knowing most are just puppets for their leaders, not realizing how badly flawed the system they uphold is. Nowadays she just prefers minding her own business, running the small coffee shop and being the rational one in her found family. 

BACKGROUND STORY:

Kei’s parents were friends with Akashiro’s wife, and she used to babysit Kain when he was very little, before the boy was fully locked up in the facility his dad worked in. 

After his quirk manifested, Kei began to notice problematic signs from the way his father treated the boy, and how often he had to go through “clinical checks” that always seemed to leave the boy shaken.

Initially, the child did not want to tell her anything about what was going on despite her concern, but eventually relented, which prompted the then-teenager Kei to confront his dad about it. He told her to keep her nose out of his business however, stating it was a government matter, the situation with Kain.

She kept arguing over this with Daiki (Kain’s father) for months, after seeing more and more worrying signs in the boy, until one day he lost control of his quirk one time she was visiting the laboratory. After yelling at Daiki’s face she was dragged away and thrown out forcibly, told to return home. 

After this incident, her and her family began to feel like they were being followed, and one day as they headed for a holiday trip, their car swayed off the road due to a sudden storm, and caused it to fall to the sea; Kei managed to survive thanks to her quirk, but her parents died. (she later found out the car had been tampered with as someone *cough*theherocomission*cough* wanted to get rid of her and her family as they knew too much about Dr. Akashiro’s work)

She initially suffered from amnesia, and was taken in and raised by an elderly couple in a smaller more rural town, who also gave her her new name, named after the old woman’s late mother. Once her memory returned couple years later, she initially wanted to find out what happened that night, returning to the capital secretly. She quickly realized that trying to dig into this could be too dangerous, so she decided to leave it be. This trip inspired her to become a Vigilante though, as a bit of a way to make amends over her guilt for what she felt was her fault; her parents dying and an innocent boy being left behind in a horrid situation.

Years later, she ran into a young woman who was carrying a troubled looking child, being chased by a bunch of gangsters. Kei, being reminded of the kid she hadn’t been able to save, decided to step in and managed to drive off the gangsters by sheer intimidation thanks to her strength and durability that her quirk gave her. She allowed the pair to stay with her, not caring that the woman - Rankure - had a bit of a criminal record, let alone what she learned from the little boy, Saname.

She’d seen this all before, but this time, she could help.

Then, many, many years later, she was almost discovered by some government agents who’d heard rumors about a liability still perhaps being alive. Kain showed up however that day, basically steering them away from her and making them fully think it was a false alarm. 

As an expression of gratitude and another form of amend to Kain, Kei allowed him and his friend - whom she knew was a dangerous criminal, if not known around there - to stay as long as they promised to not cause trouble, which both agreed to. 

[secretarendelle]

Hansanna For The Holidays 2019

I didn’t write these in advance as I originally planned, but I am hoping to do a 13-part fic with each of the prompts setting the stage for a new chapter. I’m not entirely sure how I’m going to accomplish this, but I assume it will work itself out. Happy Holidays to everyone in the fandom. <3

Day 1 - Yule Ball

If there was one thing Hans knew about Anna, it was that she loved to dance.

During that night together – their one night together before everything went wrong – they had danced all over Arendelle, from the ballroom to the clock tower.

And she had been quite a dancer. Surefooted and fun, with a lightness to her step and a joyous laugh with every quip from his tongue.

But now, after so much time had passed, it wasn’t her sister’s coronation ball he was waiting to enter.

It was her own.

Queen Anna.

He liked the sound of it.

Especially since Elsa was running off to be queen of the forest or something ridiculous like that.

He stepped up to the servant at the entrance and handed over his invitation. Not addressed to him specifically, but to a member of the Southern Isles royal house. And Hans was still a member of that family – even if the others tended to pretend even harder now that he wasn’t.

And the invitation wasn’t one and a guest. Just one. Everyone else at this shindig seemed to be arriving in pairs. It wasn’t too much of a stretch of the imagination to think that perhaps Anna wanted him here – and wanted him here by himself.

He took a champagne flute from a nearby waiter and let his eyes drift across the crowd. Anna. Where was Anna. While he looked, he ran over the plan in his head. Find Anna. Alone, preferably. Apologize profusely. Ask her to dance, for old times sake. Woo her with perfect charm and grace, and help her to focus on the good times.

Not the bad ones. He closed his eyes and inwardly cursed himself for turning down the chance to kiss her – and for every moment after. Joke was on Hans – Elsa took herself out of the picture and Anna got the crown.

But he knew Anna. And she was the sweet, kind, forgiving type. Plus, she’d need a strong man at her side, with a level head. And he knew that—

Ah, there she was. Standing next to Elsa, laughing with the Duke of Weselton…seriously? He tried to kill Elsa and called her a monster, but he was obviously still on their good side. That seemed ridiculously unfair.

He wanted to go over there right now and try to right those wrongs, but perhaps he shouldn’t be too hasty. Elsa still had that ice thing going on. He’d gotten a huge taste of it when he was out shoveling manure one dreary day in the Southern Isles, and he didn’t want a repeat of that experience. He waited, watching and sipping his champagne.

And then! Elsa accepted the Duke’s hand and he swept her off into a bizarre waltz. Now was the time to act. Hans smoothed his waistcoat and confidently stepped forward.

And faltered.

Anna had hurried a few steps over to the backside of a big, burly blond man and put her hands over his eyes. Hans watched in shock as the man spun around, laughing, and pulled Anna into a tight hug.

Wait. Hans recognized that man. That was the one who was with Anna on the boat, after the whole killing-Elsa-project went south. And now the man was kissing Anna – Hans’ Anna – right on the lips!

Hans’ jaw dropped, and it wasn’t until he was tapped on the arm that he realized he must look very undignified indeed. A short, chubby blonde girl was gazing up at him with bright blue eyes. She batted her eyelashes and smiled. “Would you like to dance?”

“Of course,” he said, and held out his gloved hands. He was not entirely sure he wanted to dance with this girl, but at least it looked better than standing around with his mouth hanging open.

“Great!” the girl said, and slipped her fingers into his. “I’m Ari.”

“Hans,” he murmured, as she began to prattle endlessly about her entire life.

Hans half-listened and nodded, occasionally glancing at Anna and the blond oaf. He’d only been Arendelle twice, and he was still unaccustomed to how the fairer sex behaved in this country. In the Southern Isles, any girl of good breeding knew to be demure and keep her mouth shut. But here they blabbed on and on…and even asked men to dance!

Perhaps it had something to do with the country being run by women.

Ari took a breath and Hans pounced. “Do you know who the man is with the new queen?” he asked.

“Kristoff? Sure, I know him. He stops by my papa’s pastry shop sometimes and picks up krumkake for the princess. Oh!” She blinked. “I mean the queen, now. They’re cute together, aren’t they?”

Personally, Hans thought they looked ridiculous together. And he was surprised to feel a twinge in his chest when Ari mentioned the krumkake. That was his and Anna’s thing. At least he thought it was.

“And where is this Kristoff from?”

She frowned. “Uh, Arendelle?”

“He’s not a prince?”

Ari laughed, high and giggly. “Oh, no, Kristoff’s an ice cutter or something.” She wrinkled her nose. “He’s about as far from a prince as you could get. He’s a great guy…but he kind of smells like reindeer.”

Hans looked back toward the couple in time to see Anna dipping a ripe red strawberry into the chocolate fondue before poking it into Kristoff’s mouth. Hans winced. That was a little much. Was nothing sacred?

He excused himself from Ari and went off by himself to sulk for a while. The balcony where he and Anna had sang together was empty, and he sat on the edge with a sigh of annoyance. Surprised Kristoff and Anna hadn’t carved their initials in a heart on the stone next to the wisteria vines.

He stood up and looked back in the ballroom. Ari had latched on to someone new. Elsa was nowhere to be seen, but the duke was still dancing like a chicken. Anna and Kristoff were on the dance floor. Hans watched with growing satisfaction as Kristoff tried, again and again, to match Anna’s skills. Hans smiled to himself. The problem was, Anna needed to be led. He knew she needed it on the dance floor…and he thought she needed it in life, too. But had he misjudged her? Or had she just changed with the passing of time?

Kristoff stepped on her foot, and she yelped loud enough that Hans heard her on the balcony. Kristoff was falling over himself, apologizing, but Anna brushed it off.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “You can go see Sven if you want. I know you’re sick of this.”

Kristoff smiled, obviously relieved, and began to loosen his cravat as he headed toward the door.

Anna turned and watched the dancers. Her shoulders sagged as she sighed.

And Hans stepped back into the ballroom. He grabbed another champagne flute and knocked it back – a little liquid courage – and then stepped behind the new queen.

“Your majesty,” he murmured, and she spun around with a squeal and threw her arms out and…

He grabbed her wrist, right before she smacked him in the nose. He eyes popped open wide. “You!”

“Anna,” he said.

She frowned and yanked her arm away from him. “Let go of me!”

“Sorry,” he said, and he really was. He didn’t mean to start things that way, but it was only natural to protect his face from Anna. She’d gotten him good several times in the past.

A guard Hans didn’t recognize stepped forward, but Anna held a hand up. “It’s fine, Matthias.” The man stepped away, but continued to keep watch.

“So here you are.” Anna crossed her arms. “I was wondering if you’d actually come.”

“Of course I’d come,” he said.

“Why?” she asked. “Did you think that maybe you could woo gullible Anna again?”

“Of course not!” He turned his face into what he hoped was the perfect mix of shock and contempt. “I know you’re involved with someone, and I respect that. I just wanted to come back because…well, I knew I owed you an apology.”

He watched as her features softened. Just a bit. “I see.”

He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Anna. I’m sorry for all the awful things I did to you, and to your sister. I don’t have any excuses for my behavior. It was the very worst of me, and I’ve been punished for it, and I wanted you to know that I wish I hadn’t done it. If I could take it back, I would, but I can’t, so I have to live with it. But I needed to let you know that from the very bottom of my heart, I am so terribly sorry.”

She nodded. “All right. Thank you.”

“I don’t suppose all is forgiven?” He lifted his mouth in a half-smile.

“I forgive you,” Anna said, “but it’s not like I’m going to forget it. How can I even trust what you’re saying now, when you tricked me so terribly before? But I can’t dwell on it. That only makes me suffer. Not you.”

“Do you want me to suffer?” he asked.

She thought for a moment, then shook her head. “No. I guess I did for a while, but then…well, we’ve been having such adventures here, and such interesting times together, that I sort of stopped thinking about all of that.”

Ouch. He didn’t expect her to basically say she’d forgotten all about him. He had liked thinking that she was pining over him all this time. Instead, she’d been kissing a new man and having adventures with her weird sister.

It appeared that a grand rekindling of their romance was not in the cards after all. He was about to tell her goodbye and turn away for good – and then he realized one thing he could give her that the others could not.

He held out a hand. “Would you honor me with one more dance? For old time’s sake?”

Her bright blue eyes met his. Then they looked down to his open palm.

He was the only one that could fulfill her childhood fantasy of dancing the night away with a handsome prince. And Anna still loved to dance.

She placed her tiny hand in his.

Continued here

[r6shippingdelivery]

I saw the "what scares you the most" reblog and I am wondering if you could extend the hc thing and let us know the deepest fears of all the ops :)

Oh boi, you don’t ask easy stuff, do you? Okay, I’ll give it my best shot! And a big thank you and hug to @todragonsart who’s been a huge inspiration and help, and my willing co-conspirator 💜

FBI

Ash: Failure, not being good enough at what she does. Combined with her impulsiveness and competitve nature, it can be a volatile mix. She also fears being treated differently than her colleagues just because she’s a woman.

Thermite: He’s afraid of his explosives. He knows how unstable they can be, and how easily they could cost someone’s life (his own or even worse, someone else’s). He nearly lost all sensibility in his hands the last time a charge went awry, he doesn’t want to contemplate what could happen if he messed up again. Still, he won’t let his fear change his life, or make him lose confidence in himself.

Pulse: Spiders. All those spindly legs and how they scuttle around, weaving that disgusting stuff… he can’t stand spiders, they make his skin crawl.

Castle: The hopelessness of life, how the bad always seems to outshine the good and the fear that his effort and choices won’t really make a difference.

SAS

Thatcher: The pass of time. All his life he’s been a soldier, he doesn’t know what he’ll be once he can’t serve anymore.

Sledge: Not measuring up to what people expect of him. He knows he’s expected to be Thatcher successor when the old man retires, and those are some really big shoes to fill in. He’s also afraid of not being able to protect his squad, his friends. Especially the younger two, who can be reckless and irresponsible at times or most of the time in Smoke’s case

Smoke: Being ignored and alone, that’s the reason he was/is a troublemaker, to catch people’s attention.

Mute: Memory loss. Aside of all the wealth of knowledge he has suddenly disappearing, are you still yourself without your memories?

GIGN

Montagne: Illness, like the one that runs in his family. He can fight terrorists, but he’s not so sure he could fight (and win) against cancer.

Twitch: She’s strongly empathetic, and she fears that could be her downfall, that  it could make her unable to act decisively in the middle of the action, that her emotions would paralyze her.

Doc: His choices costing innocent lives, even if it was by inaction (rather than direct action) on his part,

Rook: He fears his trust exercises makes him look gullible, aside from worrying that his skillset is insufficient compared to the other prodigies in Rainbow, that he’s too simple to be part of such an elite group.

Spetsnaz

Tachanka: He built himself an image of powerful, unflappable and unstoppable force, yet deep down he’s only human. He’s terrified people will see through his act and stop respecting him without that metaphorical mask.

Kapkan: The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us to inevitable death (according to that post you mention xD). In fact I think he’s terrified of his own feelings, of becoming too attached and emotionally dependant on other people. He craves it as much as he fears it.

Glaz: Going blind. He’s a soldier, a sniper, and an artist. Without his eyesight, he would be nothing.

Fuze: Despite his reputation, he’s terrified of accidentally killing someone with his gadget, be it a civilian or worse, one of his team mates.

GSG9

Jäger: He has PTSD from Outbreak, which for a time rendered him unable to pilot even. It also left him with an irrational panic to darkness, he sometimes thinks he can still hear those things scuttling closer and closer to him, while he’s alone in the dark, not knowing if anyone will come for him.

Bandit: He’s already experienced it, and would rather never have to lose someone close to him, knowing it was his fault. That’s why he tends to keep people at arm’s lenght. Note: I don’t think Cedrick is dead, but Bandit is too chicken to face him after the incident, considering their relationship irreparably damaged, aka lost.

Blitz: After being a soldier in the Kosovo war and witnessing its horrors, plus all that he’s seen working in a counter-terrorism unit, he’s afraid of discovering how far human depravity can go. Every time he’s deployed, he fears what new horrors he’ll see this time. However, that’s also the reason he wanted this job, to stop those things from happening.

IQ: She’s a perfectionist, and her obsessive nature and refusal to gice up are a result of her deep seated fear of failure. She defines her worth by her success, and if she doesn’t succeed, then what is she worth?

JTF2

Buck: He’s a direct and practical man, he fears being stuck in a position where he has to act diplomatically or deal with politicians, or even being a public face where his actions and words would be examined by many people.

Frost: She’s not good at reacting in front of surprise or unpredictable situations, plans meticulously because she fears getting caught off guard and not knowing what to do.

SEAL

Valkyrie: She fears physical injury. She already had to give up her dream of being an Olympic swimmer after the car accident that broke her arm, now the stakes of injury are much higher, and she could lose her job and new life. She also fears being treated differently or patronized just for being a woman on an almost purely male environment.

Blackbeard: He’s afraid of losing faith in his nation. If his country was wrong, he would start to question if what he’s done for the country was the right thing or not, and that terrifies him.

BOPE

Capitao: He fears helplessness, being again in a situation where he can’t do anything but wait for someone to help him, just as it happened when h was taken hostage all those years ago.

Caveira: Not being able to protect her family is her worst fear, and knowing how prone her brothers are to get in trouble, it’s not an unreasonable fear. She would do anything for them.

SAT

Hibana: She’s scared of losing her cultural identity. Tradition is important to her and her family, and yet she works away from home in a multicultural team, so she fears losing touch with her roots, forgetting who she is.

Echo: He’s terrified of Ying. Have you ever seen her angry? He has, and after all you can’t spell terrifying without ying.

GEO

Jackal: Failing his brother’s memory. If he can’t solve Faisal’s murder, what’s the use of his life? He can’t have his brother back, hell sometimes he can barely remember his face anymore, but he can bring him justice.

Mira: Fear of abandonment. After he mother left when she was a child, she always has that little voice in the back of her head whispering that everyone else will leave her too, just like mom did.

SDU

Ying: She has PTSD from being in a car crash. Took up driving, and quite recklessly, to feel that she was in control of the situation, not her fears. Yet every time she hears a loud crash noise or feels the car not responding as it should, she starts to feel the panic building up.

Lesion: Drowning. He’s a good swimmer, but during the incident in the oil tank, when he igested the oily water and started coughing, that was the first time he ever thought he would die, with his lungs filled with toxic waters, and it stuck with him.

GROM

Zofia: Following her father’s footsteps and alienating her family because of her job and the expectations she puts on others.

Ela: Due to how her childhood was, she’s always had that feeling in the back of her mind that she won’t ever be enough for the people close to her, not as good as others, not as worthy of love. She also fears she’ll live all her life under Zofia’s shadow, unable to be anything else but the Bosak little sister.

707SMB

Vigil: He’s afraid of loss, vulenaribility, emotions… In fact, it would be easier to list what he isn’t afraid of. Just check his bio and you’ll see.

Dokkaebi:  She fears to not be taken seriously due to his young age and image. That’s the reason she so viciously shows off her skills and exploits people’s weaknesses. She is ruthless out of fear.

CBRN

Lion: Himself, what he most fears is becoming again who he was before finding faith. He knows his pride and anger aren’t good either, but at least they keep him in check from spiralling down again.

Finka: Her illness, she’s terrified of the day she won’t be able to move, feels like it’s a countdown to the moment her life will be forever put on hold and she will only be a victim, someone to be pitied.

GIS

Maestro: He fears losing the ability to chose what he wants, of his family or Rainbow taking him for granted and wanting him to stay forever, and how could he say no to his loved ones even if he wanted something else? The guilt of leaving them would kill him.

Alibi: Stemming from witnessing her father being extorted by the mafia, she fears being taken advantage of, or witnessing again how someone close to her being in that position. She’s also afraid that in such situation her anger would override her common sense.

GSUTR

Clash: She’s afraid of her own volatile emotions, of acting rashly again like she did when she was part of the riots.

Maverick: Water, it triggers his PTSD, bringing back memories from when he was imprisoned and waterboarded during that time he was MIA. He avoids bodies of water as much as he can.

GIGR

Kaid: He’s a man who values honour highly, and fears that his moral integrity could be questioned, that someone would think him capable of taking bribes like the Commander that besmirched the reputation of the Fortress before he took over.

Nomad: Growing up in a privileged family came with certain expectations for her future, however, she preferred to enlist and travel constantly alone rather than remain home. She fears having to live a sheltered life again, having to marry and not being able to keep proving to everyone and herself that she’s capable of.

SASR

Mozzie: He’s afraid of being forgotten, and that’s the reason for his showman personality and his tendency to take risks.

Gridlock: She fears taking on more responsabilites than the ones she already has (eldest of 5 siblings, indebted family, taking care of the farm’s finances, and protective of her teammates), that’s why she keeps turning down promotions.

BONUS

Warden: He painstakingly built himself an aura of mystery and danger and proficiency, his biggest fear is people being able to see through all of that. He can’t bear the idea of someone degrading his merits.

Nokk: [REDACTED]

[souoes]

      ⌜ KIM TAEHYUNG  |  HE/HIM ⌟  ——  SIWON RYU is a TWENTY FOUR year old DEMI MALE  .  they are located in DISTRICT FOUR where they are employed as an ESCORT  .  they are known to be AFFABLE & INTUITIVE  ,  but they can also be GULLIBLE & DUPLICITOUS  .   (  popped bubblegum  ,  glowing under the sun  ,  purple-pink skylines  ,  silk shirts left unbuttoned  ) 

heyo  !  i’m deni  ,  she/her pronouns in the gmt+9 section of the world  .  i can’t keep an aesthetic and i use too many em dashes  .  below is one of the characters i’m bringing  ,  SIWON  ,  my favorite chaotic sunflower  .  i have a habit of updating  ,  adding and changing as i go  .  apologies in advance for how messy all this is  .  looking forward to writing with you  <3  !

🌹  𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 .

➤  full name.  siwon ryu ➤  date of birth.  january 29th ➤  hometown.  chicago  ,  illinois ➤  gender.  cis male ➤  sexual attraction.  pansexual ➤  romantic attraction.  pansexual ➤  occupations.  escort  ,  app developer  ,  network manager at an internet cafe  ➤  wants.  family  ,  power ➤  fears.  imprisonment  ,  humiliation

     universal facts.  scarfs down bean burritos like they’re gonna disappear  ,  looks as comfortable in a dark  ,  dirty alley as he does standing under all those warm lights in the velvet plush speakeasy  .  pockets full of candy and a lollipop between his lips  .  likes cheap beer and cigarettes  ,  fast talking and smooth smiles  .  gets up when the sun goes down  .  who knows if he ever gets a full night’s sleep  ,  but you can find him taking a nap just about anywhere  .  seems to live for the dark hours and stays busy as a bee  ,  feels the rain on his skin  ,  plays with matches  .   spray paints boobs on the sides of government buildings and dicks on malls  .  can do crazy math in his head and spot fake bills with incredible accuracy  .  can barely stand to sit still  ,  always moving except when there’s a computer screen or an aquarium in front of him  .  gets addicted to things so easily it’s scary  —  people  ,  food  ,  liquor  ,  feelings  .  craves that intimacy  ,  craves that closeness  .  catches extra cash on the side by fixing up broken-down machines and can figure his way around a motor with a bit of elbow grease  .  fucking loves nature dude  —  takes care of plants and reptiles in his home  .  would die for snakes and lets them drape over him  ,  claims they give the best hugs  .  has the best collection of vintage games and tech  .  punk ass wannabe  .

      personality.  moody  ,  sometimes downright irritable  .  but when he’s on he’s on ---  could talk to a brick wall  .  holds himself with all the confidence of the sun and his smile burns just as bright  .  there’s this lazy intensity to everything he does  .  like  ,  pretends he super cares but also doesn’t  ?  or pretends he cares so much but in reality couldn’t give a shit  .  affable  ,  easy to get along with on a surface level  ,  and he’s curious enough to keep any conversation going with questions and enthusiastic energy  .  mood changes on a dime  ,  goes from grinning like a maniac to eerily calm in a snap of your fingers  .  intuitive and instinctive  ,  listens to and follows his gut  .  trusts the energy in the air more than anyone’s word  .  comes off as thoughtless but it actually very cautious  .  impulsive doesn’t mean brainless  .  sniffs out bad situation fast and decides on a dime if he needs to run or face it  .  go with the flow kind of attitude  .  doesn’t take things personally  .  nice  but trusting him’s an iffy situation  .  greedy  —  wants everything and anything  .

      appearance.   stands around 5′11  .  broad shoulders  ,  slim hips  .  floppy  ,  messy hair and glowing skin  .  half legs and half eyelashes  .  wears a small lip ring and has several miniature tattoos on his body  .  dresses anywhere between a washed up rockstar  and your cool grandpa in the ‘40s  .  his closet’s a chaotic mix of anything he could thrift or patch together  .  most of the time  ,  he’s sporting loose pants  ,  a vintage blouse  ,  a jacket or blazer and comfortable loafers  .  loud colors and prints alongside all black fits  .  believes in reinvention  .  kind of swims in his clothing because most of its’ two or three sizes too big  .  only wears skinny jeans when he wants something  .  shimmies into a suit with a snap of his fingers  .  keeps all that hair back with a bandana or a headband  ,  silver bracelets on his wrist  .  nothing in his closet’s technically new and he loves looking for a bargain steal ——or simply just a steal  .  sometimes he’s jimi hendrix and other times he’s versace  .    

[slytherin-puffskein]

Ashen Feelings

If I could, then I would

I'll go wherever you will go

Way up high or down low, I'll go wherever you will go

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art by @angrynar

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Many thanks to @thecursedvaultchild for beta-reading and helping me with editing as well as finding a title !

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For the amazing @narionblack <3 <3

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“Your brother,” Duncan spits out, “is a coward. Worse than that, he is a liar. And a thief, as well as a thug.”

Noting Lau’s lack of reaction, the ghost sticks his chin high into the air, attempting to give himself a somewhat superior look. The redhead raises an eyebrow, waiting for what Duncan Ashe could possibly say. At this rate, it was almost entertaining... and he has to admit, he wants to hear what else the ghost could dish out about his brother.

“He’s arrogant, impatient, and insecure. I can’t believe I’ve allowed myself to trust him, that was the dumbest thing I’ve done. And it’s also the dumbest thing you are currently doing. You must be about to ask me where he is, huh ? Little brother wants a heartfelt reunion with his big brother ? That’s a pity, he—”

“Honestly, I just wanted to see what a ghost looked like up close.”

That is enough to make Duncan stop right in the middle of his sentence. He blinks one, two times, and then his eyes proceed to widen so bad, Lau fears they might fall out of their sockets in a plop noise.

“You... what?”

Behind him, Lau can clearly hear Charlie and Bill sigh in discouragement. They’re pretty disappointed with the fact that there won’t be any argument about Laurent’s brother, it’s clear with the way their faces look: corners of their lips hanging down, and eyebrows knit tightly into a disappointed frown. Who knew the Weasleys were that into King family drama.

Snap! Duncan’s finger snapping brings Lau back to the present, and the Slytherin blinks at the ghost.

“You... just showed up here so you could see me?” 

“Ayup. I know ya worked with my brother, but frankly, it’s the least of my concerns. Right now I mostly have a couple of questions: how do you m—"

Visibly, Duncan figures out what Lau is about to ask, because he immediately cuts him off. “Bug off! All three of you! I don’t want anything to do with a bunch of pathetic guys like you!”

Is it because we’re gingers?

Thankfully, Lau refrains from asking that, and simply shrugs and turns to the two brothers.

“Well, I can try and ask my ghost related questions to the Bloody Baron. C’mon, let’s go.”

The sound of shoes scraping against the floor and Duncan is left alone.

* * *

“So then, he looked at me like, ‘are you in a band ?’ and I said, ‘I’m totally in a band,' while I’m absolutely not. Long story short, I have a music practise with a bunch of Hufflepuffs who got weirdly addicted to Queen. Think I’ll be able to pull it off?”

Laurent Dorian King, once again pulling himself into impossible scenarios. At first, when they were still on the phase of getting to know each other, Skylar had assumed he was straight up lying about his mischief-making for some reason. Probably to be more interesting. However, much to his confusion, everything that had ever spilled out of Laurent’s mouth had turned out to be absolutely true... so at that very moment in the Great Hall, as Laurent tells him he’s now apparently part of a group of Queen fans, Skylar can only snicker and pat Lau’s back.

“You are impossible. And what if they find out you’re a fraud?”

“Then you come into the picture,” Lau muses, pressing his finger against Skylar’s nose. “You pretend to be my manager and tell these guys that I have other musical plans concerning other bands, so I have to leave 'em. Think they will buy it? I, for one, am fairly sure. If not, I have another plan, using mainly spoons—"

“Hello, Skylar!”

Huh? Now, he was visibly interrupted. He stares at his dish, considering the idea that Dumblebore might have decided to add talking cutlery to Hogwarts’s inventory, but no. Now standing by the two boys is a group of girls, faces covered in heavy makeup and wearing skirts way too short to be respecting the uniform protocol. A brown-haired girl, who appears to be the leader, smiles lusciously at Skylar.

“How are you doing today?”

Ah, here we go again. Frankly, Laurent should have expected that. How long have they been sitting at the Ravenclaw table again? Five, ten minutes? It was only a matter of seconds before the Morningstar groupies would make their entrance. And now, here they are.

The Morningstar groupies, as Lau amiably calls them, is a group of mainly Ravenclaw girls stalking Skylar Morningstar with the hopes of scoring a date with him. To their eyes, the mysterious, silent Ravenclaw boy was the most delicious thing to have walked Earth’s surface, and so, they had to somehow gain his attention. While people are mostly discreet when interested with someone, these girls are... awfully forward. Luckily, Skylar is awfully forward with them as well, and makes no hesitation with telling them off.

However, repeatedly rejecting creepy girls must get tiring, no? With that specific thought in mind, Laurent King decides for once to give his dear friend a hand, quite literally. With little regard of the gazes currently on them, Laurent’s hand finds Skylar’s, which is resting on the table, and curls his fingers between his friend’s before pressing their palms together and proudly showing it off to the girls towering over them.

“He’s doing quite well, I’ll tell you that. I just declared him my manager, so we’re gonna celebrate a bit.”

Confusion spread across the groupies’ faces and the leader blinks.

“Ma...nager, King ?”

“Mhm. I just joined a band I have no business to join, so my dear knight in shining armour offered to help me.”

Shamelessly, as if he is doing an everyday action, he pulls himself on his friend’s lap, gently kissing his temple and giggling like a schoolgirl. “Isn’t he just the best of the best ? Makes me wanna squish his cheeks.~”

Skylar’s internal monologue can be summed up with two sentences:

What kind of thoughts travel through Lau’s mind for him to do such things?

And I can and will die for this guy, just let him tell me when he needs it.

Laurent’s thin fingers begin to thread through Skylar’s hair and the girls all look at each other before the leader awkwardly clears her throat.

“Well, er... we’ll see you guys around, then”

A girl attempts to wink at Skylar, but she is only met with Lau’s burning stare. She refrains and walks away along with her friends.

Once they are out of earshot, the two boys roar with laughter, which echoes through the entire Great Hall and fills it with joy.

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It was to be expected, the Morningstar Groupies got... quite gossipy.

In the span of a few hours, the rumour that Laurent Dorian King was dating Skylar Morningstar was on everyone’s lips, and no one would even talk about anything else. Everyone was marvelling over the newest pairing, even Peeves, Hogwarts’s poltergeist. While he isn’t generally interested in relationships, he is however genuinely wondering how such an odd match happened. Skylar and Laurent, seriously? Wasn’t the Slytherin drooling over that Lee kid just a few days ago? Much to Peeves’ joy as he finally had something to tease him about. Now, his blackmail material was reduced to dust!

The rumour spread through the entire school in record time, even faster than the one implying that Andre Egwu had made out with Summer Charn (it turned out to be false, however.) Soon enough, it had reached everyone’s ears...

Living, or dead.

“I can’t believe people are so... gullible. No offence, Sky, but there are tons of guys I’d date before you.”

“Like Whitecross?” the Ravenclaw teases, gently nudging his friend.

Lau dramatically throws his head to the back, sighing. “Skyyyy! That was a year ago! I moved on. Besides, he’s totally with Snyde right now.”

“Moved on, huh? So you got someone else in mind? Do tell.~”

“I’m fairly sure you know, Morningstar.”

After all, Lau’s crush on Barnaby Lee was obvious to everyone... except Barnaby himself. Good thing or… not? Laurent isn’t very sure of what to think. Every single time he had attempted to confess, Barnaby entirely missed the point and ended up asking him to hang at the Magical Creatures Reserve. Reluctantly, he had accepted each time.

As Skylar and Lau step into yet another hallway, a familiar figure meets their eyes, and it only takes King a few seconds to recognize his dear, ghostly friend. Well, friend is maybe not the best term... but he’ll use it anyway, for the sole purpose of annoying Duncan Ashe.

The closer they get to Duncan, the bigger Laurent smiles as an idea forges itself into his mind. Raising his chin and turning to Skylar, the redhead’s voice gets louder in order to attract the ghost’s attention.

“So, when will our first date be then, hmm?”

Skylar’s gaze, however, is set on Duncan, and Lau can’t help but playfully roll his eyes. 

Man, don’t look at him like that, you look constipated. Is that how I look like when I admire Barnaby? Whatever.

Duncan turns to them, grimacing. “Your little play can’t fool me, King. Not with the way your eyes are always on Lee.”

Oh? So he doesn’t believes the rumours? Change of plans, then. Quickly enough, he twists his strategies a little, and comes up with something brand new.

“My eyes may be set on Lee, but I am always open for new options. Sometimes it’s good to mix things up, Ashe. Besides, you never answered my question: how do you t—"

“Whatever, I shouldn’t be wasting my time talking to the two of you. Obviously, you have idiotic rumours to fuel. I have more important matters to attend to.”

“Like floating around and sulking?” Lau suggests, with a smile on his face.

Duncan’s face gets paler for a moment, that usually happens when he feels the need to kick Laurent’s ass, but he quickly cools down as his eyes meet Skylar’s. In fact, he entirely calms down and a small glint passes across Laurent’s eyes.

Oh.

Laurent might be into Barnaby.

But Duncan might be into someone as well.

Now, he had always sort of doubted it. As opposed to Lau, Skylar is actually fairly close with Duncan, despite their occasional bickering (but honestly, what is a conversation with Duncan Ashe without it?) And Lau has always felt... like something has been going on between the two of them.

However, it was also crystal clear that they were stalling. Neither of them wanted to make the first move, it was painfully obvious. And so, now that Lau is aware that his friend needs some help to flirt with a cute ghost, he will definitely lend him a hand. And once again, he will do it quite literally, because he had found out something: whenever a girl would bat her eyelashes at Barnaby, Laurent would immediately find a way to hang out and even flirt with him. So if he uses that logic...

“I am not floating around and sulking, King. I am actually doing very interesting...”

Duncan trails off as he notices that the distance between Lau and Skylar had drastically diminished, and that they are now holding hands. By staring into Laurent’s eyes, Duncan can see that it is not in order to fuel the new rumour in case a student sees them at this very moment. No, Laurent is doing it because he wants to.

Laurent smirks. Or well, he thinks I want to. He’s soon going to start thinking I’m actually longing for Morningstar if I play my acting game well enough. Perhaps joining that theatre club with Penny had been a good idea, after all...

“Mhm... pardon me, Sky, I’m pretty tired all of a sudden... all that prank planning and stuff...”

Gently, Lau rests his head against Sky’s shoulder, and scoots even closer to him before squeezing his hand. Skylar can only smile, because if there is one thing to know about Laurent Dorian King, it is that he is a very cuddly person. Why push him away, when he is such a darling? With that in mind, Skylar only remains still as Lau clings against him like a cuddly Puffskein... which he is awfully similar to, in all honesty.

Duncan forces himself to tear his gaze away from their intertwined fingers, and stares straight into Skylar’s eyes, as if he is looking for an answer. However, he can only see the darkness of his pupils. “So are you guys going to keep this rumour going for months, or what ?”

“As long as it takes until my ‘fans’ lay off, I suppose. I have a hunch that they... sort of fear Lau.”

“They fear that?”

He points a pale, almost translucent finger to the redhead currently stroking his cheek against Skylar’s arm. Now, Duncan can feel ambers of fire light up inside of him, filling his cold body with a warmth he isn’t used to. 

And isn’t certain he likes it.

It feels familiar, like back to when I was alive. I felt it, once... but what it is? I don’t feel so good, that’s something that’s entirely certain.

Before he can puke, if that's even possible for a ghost, he leers at the two boys, stuffing his hands into his pockets and huffing.

“Whatever. As I said, I do not need to talk to you both.”

Maybe I need to talk to one of you.

Skylar opens his mouth, as if to speak, but before he can make out anything, the ghost is already gone. 

And he is now alone with Lau, still pressing against him and his gaze remaining on the spot Duncan Ashe had been only a few minutes ago.

That was oddly effective.

Now, he only has to wait until Duncan finally makes a move.

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It is dark in the hallways of Hogwarts as Duncan wanders aimlessly around. He often does that, especially when he needs to clear his mind. While he had spent the rest of the day inside of the Prefect’s Bathroom, now was time to actually walk around and— well, not really walk. Float was a more accurate word. Float around and try to empty his thoughts.

When he had woken up as a ghost, he had been relieved, as a certainty that he wouldn’t have to worry about things anymore had struck him. But only now, he is realizing how terribly wrong he had been. He is still worrying about the Vaults. He is still worrying over the fate of his old friends. And most of all, he is worrying over himself... and whatever he has with Skylar.

Morningstar. That special, special boy, who could make his feelings swirl inside of his chest like a goddamn hurricane. At first, he had attempted to shut that storm off, to ignore it, but now that he had witnessed Laurent’s awful touchiness, it was only getting stronger to the point he couldn’t simply do nothing.

His hands balls up into fists as the realization dawns upon him at last, after years and years of looking away.

I like him.

[rainythefox]

The Truth of Micah Bell

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR RDR2

Wanted to put my thoughts and theories out there about the despicable rat Micah Bell, and how he almost single-handedly took down the Van der Linde Gang.

The Van der Linde Gang, a highly infamous gang that has been around for nearly 20 years by 1899. By this point, they have robbed nearly 50 banks, countless businesses, stagecoaches, trains, etc. You have some of the deadliest gunslingers, marksmen, robbers, hunters, etc within this group of people, led by a highly influential man armed with wits and a silver-tongue and his partner, a master con-artist.

How does a gang like this fall apart, implode, and crumble within months after so many years of loyalty, love, and dedication? All you need is one snake playing the right angles.

In the game, we learn that after the gang came back from Guarma that it was Micah that was picked up by the Pinkertons and talked, that ratted them out. Molly was just an unfortunate red herring. Now, Micah may not have talked to the Pinkertons before that moment, to save his skin, but there are definite signs that he never had the gang’s best interests at heart, especially after Blackwater.

So the story goes that Micah joined the Van der Linde Gang after “saving” Dutch when he tried to sell stolen gold for the gang and was “attacked”. This was said by Micah in a random camp event, and this is never backed up by Dutch or his closest partner or enforcer (Hosea or Arthur). So we can only go by Micah’s word whether this truly happened or not, but I know there has to be some validation to this as Dutch allowed him into the gang.

He is only with the gang for six months before the events took place in Blackwater that set the ball rolling that would be the untimely demise of our favorite gang. It was Micah that got Dutch excited about this ferry job, when Hosea and Arthur told him it didn’t feel right and had a better lead for something else. The ferry job not only fails, but becomes a major slaughter. The gang loses four members as we are starting the game, (Mac, Davey, Jenny, and Sean, who luckily comes back) and John gets shot. Now when you live this kind of lifestyle, people are going to get hurt or die, sometimes things go wrong. But this gang has been doing this for nearly 20 years. Mistakes like this are unlikely to happen. It has been hinted in game that this ferry was heavily guarded, but that it wasn’t known to the gang, that it was supposed to be “easy”. Who fed this information to Dutch? Micah.

From there on out, the gang continually gets into botched heists and jobs, and this isn’t something you would expect from a gang that, again, has been doing this for 20 years with some of the best gunslingers in the world.

For a man such as Dutch, who, with his fellow gang members, have always stayed one step ahead of their enemies, have stolen heists from other notorious gangs, have continued to live this long despite the prices on their heads, just doesn’t make any sense. I think someone was sabotaging them. Who? You guessed it. Micah.

Let me give an example here. Colm O’Driscoll. He suddenly wants peace with Dutch and their gangs? They knew Arthur would be on the ledge. We knew it was a trap in the beginning. And Colm said it was to lure Dutch and the others in when they went to save Arthur to get them captured by the Pinkertons in exchange for him being left alone. But Micah insisted Dutch do this, preaching a scripted story about how he cares about the gang and that this would get one less enemy off their backs. Micah is the one who told Arthur to go up on that ledge! And that they would meet him at the crossroads after the meeting (which didn’t happen of course). Now, we know it was Pearson who brought this up, saying he bumped into Colm’s men and “got to talking”, and they suggested peace. First of all, how the HELL do the O’Driscolls even know who Pearson is? He isn’t one of the known faces of the gang. Someone told Colm about Pearson and what he would be doing, and set it all up. I’m thinking...Micah. I’ll get back to this in a minute.

When you go back to Micah’s temporary camp after you bust him out of Strawberry jail and he has rejoined the gang, you can find his leftover stuff. One item you pick up is a WANTED POSTER for Dutch van der Linde. I assume it is an old poster as I recall it saying $1000 for Dutch, but Milton stated that Arthur was worth $5,000. So I assume Dutch’s bounty has skyrocketed past that after the Blackwater incident. Suspicious, yes? It gets better.

Now we can chock the fallout with the Grays and Braithwaites as just another failed lead and mess up. Maybe they were smarter than they looked and caught on. But come on, how could these families get wind on the gang that fast? The Grays seemed especially gullible despite their powerful influence. These two warring families should have assumed it was the other more so than the gang. I think someone tipped them off as well. I can’t provide any hard evidence to this particular scenario, but it just seems unlikely that the gang would have been found out that fast without some inside information. Besides that, how the hell did the Braithwaites know where the gang was camping at? Someone had to have told them in order for them to sneak in there and take Jack. I know Hosea wasn’t about to hand Catherine a map with directions so they could play cribbage *snorts*.

Keep in mind Micah still has his buddies on the outside of the gang he could use to relay information or tip anyone to set the gang up, be it the Grays, Braithwaites, Pinkertons, etc.

That being said, I do not think Micah tipped anyone off about the Saint Denis bank job. I think that was a mix between the destruction of the Grays and the Braithwaites, and the botched train station job where Arthur, Dutch, and Lenny were set up by Angelo Bronte. I think this drew in the Pinkertons. Hell, maybe Bronte tipped them off when he saw that the cops failed to kill Dutch, Arthur, and Lenny, and knew they would be coming for him.

Anyways, I digress. Once Hosea was dead and Arthur was getting sicker, Micah weaseled his way into being Dutch’s right hand man. He twisted words and played Dutch into turning against most of the gang, including his most trusted. It was at this time that it went to shit in a hurry, that Dutch went mad and started doing reckless, impulsive actions, something he never used to do. Maybe most people would play into it being because Micah is also impulsive and violent, and he is manipulating Dutch into doing what he wants. Although partly true, I also think it stems that Micah wanted Dutch to be caught/killed all along. Or at least since after the Blackwater incident.

In the Epilogue when John shows up to kill Micah and avenge Arthur, Dutch is already there. Micah makes it sound like Dutch just arrived, and that they had plans to team up together once more. I bet he lured Dutch in, telling him he went in and got the money from Blackwater. He tempts John to join them, although this is likely a trick. After Micah is killed, and the credits are rolling, we see Edgar Ross and Archer Fordham arrive at Mount Hagen. They find Micah’s body. Ross seems really disappointed about finding Micah dead. How did they know where to find him? John, Sadie, and Charles only found out by threatening Cleet. I think Ross and Fordham knew where Micah was because Micah was going to hand over Dutch.

Can you imagine the reward money for Dutch van der Linde? Alive? If Arthur was worth $5000 after Blackwater, I guarantee Dutch was nearly double that. Now some of you may think that it wouldn’t make sense for Micah to turn Dutch in for the bounty when he could make more money staying in the gang. Well, that’s why he played Dutch. He played him and the gang, set it up to get Dutch’s trust, and turned Dutch against everyone else. Once their big score was secured, Micah was going to turn in Dutch to get the Pinkertons to let him go free and he was going to disappear with ALL that money.

Once Micah realized the shitstorm they were in because of Blackwater, he started working on how to get free and save himself. I think he tried to work a deal with Colm O’Driscoll first and set them up, but Arthur escape and it fell through. I think Micah tipped the Grays and Braithwaites off somehow to try and get the gang caught, and I am sure it did end up drawing the Pinkertons in. After he was caught, of course he was going to rat them out. He made a deal to save himself and hand the rest of the gang over on silver platters. I think Micah shot Miss Grimshaw not only to cut down Arthur’s support, but to alert the Pinkertons where they were. I mean, they showed up directly after. He knew they were coming!

And yet again, Dutch and the others got away. And this time Dutch left him, left Arthur, left everyone. Because Dutch realized that Arthur was right and couldn’t face what he had done. Years later, when Dutch comes to see Micah, you know Micah is preaching for them to team up again, using the money from Blackwater as a bargaining chip to lure him in. He knows that if he can keep Dutch there, the Pinkertons would come in and take him and Micah gets a reward and let free. And bonus points if he got JOHN MARSTON as well!!! Why else would he tempt John to join them?

I think by this time, Dutch knows what Micah is up to, and doesn’t really care. I think he is there to kill Micah just as much as John was in that very moment. For Arthur.

Ross is just so disappointed that Micah was dead. It’s hard to miss.

Anyways. In the end, Micah was a manipulative, backstabbing coward who knew exactly how to play Dutch and the gang to save his own skin. He is a rat, but also quite intelligent. I think he knew Dutch’s type, and knew them well. I think he has done this before. He knew exactly how to take advantage of every single misstep or tragedy the gang endured, weaseling his way into a position where he could sell the gang out, turn them in, especially Dutch, the most wanted of them all, and take all their money and run.

“I believe there’s winners and losers...and nothing else besides.”

He almost did too, until Dutch and John arrived to avenge Arthur.

It only takes one rat to infect your family with disease. In this case, that disease was betrayal.

[split-n-splice]

Dr. D’s offered to make dinner before when she was angry so this isn’t OOC of him, nopenopenope I outta make a new header soon

[Chapter Guide]

8. Distance – 1

Dr. Drakken wasn’t ready to give her the satisfaction of elaborating on how she’d disrupted him, but some amends were in order for his outburst in the garage. Reward for delivering an entire fully-operational jet loaded to the brim with exclusive tech would have to come later when he could think of something better.

For now, he swallowed his pride, tossed his jacket, and rolled up his sleeves.

He’d hit her. He couldn’t take back the fact, even if she’d laughed it off. He was lucky she hadn’t returned it on the spot, and she hadn’t exactly been shy to remind him so on the way up to the lab, feigning a punch that made him flinch before she burst out with mean laughter. If jets and towers and fame couldn’t please her, he doubted trivial favors like making her dinner would, but one had to start somewhere. It was all he could think of in a pinch at this time of night anyway.

While Shego took her sweet time with her post-mission shower, Dr. Drakken donned his apron and busied himself in the kitchen. He made note he’d have to stock it better, and soon, but he made do with what he had. It was pure luck he’d roughly planned out a meal in advance anyway when he’d gone shopping the other night for the ingredients needed for his devil’s food muffins.

Not a moment too soon, the superhuman thief dressed down to sweats and sweater strode into his living quarters without so much as a knock, as was the evening routine for her, and made a beeline for his couch with the intent of commandeering his television for the next while. He hastily tossed aside his splattered apron and couldn’t help throwing a nervous glance to the living room, paranoid he may have missed a scrap of evidence of his snooping.

Drakken cleared his throat to grab her attention before she could reach the couch. He caught her eye – she glared, he gulped – and she followed his glance and tiny nod to a plate of spaghetti he set down for her at the kitchen island. The fleeting thought crossed his mind that maybe it was time to invest in a regular dining table, but he pushed the thought aside before it could take root, the idea of dining with anyone regularly enough to need one ejected along with it.

The timer dinged behind him.

++X++

Shego cocked her brow at the man’s back as she approached cautiously, but he was busy slathering garlic-laced butter on crisped French bread.

She scrutinized the quick fixin’s on the platter before her. He needed work on his presentation, as the pasta was simply glopped on in a generous heap. But the smell was heavenly, she’d give him that. A glance to the empty cans and messy cutting board shoved aside on the counter indicated the sauce had been made from scratch, which left her just a little dubious. She hadn’t had spaghetti from scratch in more than four years. All the times she’d made the hasty dish for her family, the sauce had been premade from a can, and forget taking the time to shape meatballs. Furthermore, mushrooms and tomatoes had been banned from all meals to circumvent her baby brothers’ pickiness, and it was a relief not to see corn mixed with the noodles for a change. She’d be lying through her teeth if she said it didn’t make her mouth water.

Yet no matter how famished she was, she wasn’t gullible enough to tuck into the offering just like that. She stood a step back from the counter as the blue man turned with a hot slice of garlic bread balanced on a spatula to slip onto the edge of her untouched plate. He kept his eyes downcast while hers narrowed on him.

Shego broke first. “You cook?” she asked incredulously, although she was lured that much closer by the warm garlic bread.

“Occasionally,” mumbled Drakken without so much as a glance back at her as he served himself practically one noodle at a time. “It’s good to take a break from the lab sometimes.”

Sometimes. That was laughable. Once in a blue moon, maybe. Given how dusty his cookware had become, it was hard to believe he was the sort of man to know how to cook for himself at all. Come to think of it, she was a little surprised he hadn’t asked her to yet. It was a woman’s job after all, according her household, though she’d only done the chore because letting anyone else take over meant a bigger mess to clean or having her allowance cut.

As Shego watched the steam rise from the food, still straining to resist the temptation, she couldn’t help noticing another underlying smell hovering in the stagnant air over the permeating aroma of garlic and spice. It didn’t smell like it belonged in an evil man’s lair, but it backed up his claim nonetheless.

“No wonder it smells cakey in here,” she muttered with a light scoff. She didn’t have to see his face to know he was blushing. The tips of his ears gave it away. No wonder he was stalling.

“Muffins, actually,” he more or less squeaked, and had to clear his throat. “I’m burned out on them, so help yourself. They’re in the fridge.” He spooned some pasta back into the pan, still hesitant to face her.

Shego perched on a barstool and poked at the food suspiciously with the fork he’d left her. She almost hoped it would poke back to distract her from the awkward vibe hovering in the air thicker than the warm aromas of her boss’s cooking. “Alright, chief,” she sighed. “You’re acting like a baby. Man up. What was with that tantrum back there?”

His back still to her as he hovered over the stove, Drakken paused with noodles halfway to his mouth. He almost looked back at her, but shook his head instead. “You should have called,” he stated, and quickly busied himself with chewing.

Shego shrugged and apologized dryly, “Sorry. I was busy.”

She slouched over the counter, pushing a meatball around with her fork. She studied her plate with growing apprehension, even as delicious as it looked. This was the first time she’d seen any indication of the man having culinary skills. He might have been stuffing his face with noodles from his own plate now, but so soon after his outburst in the garage, Shego couldn’t shake the distrust. This was all too convenient. She looked closely at the pasta, but if it was laced with anything special, she couldn’t tell it apart from the parmesan or seasonings.

She waited another moment until Dr. Drakken finally braved turning around to lean against the far counter, though he still kept his eyes deliberately down on his own plate. She studied him carefully for a reaction that could justify her misgivings as she asked bluntly, “This isn’t poisoned, is it?”

The sulky mad scientist grimaced and shot a quick frown up at her. “It’s dinner,” he clarified curtly. “Bon appétit.”

Shego wasn’t convinced. She hummed skeptically and beckoned him with a finger. The shifty man hesitated a moment before pulling up a stool to sit across from her like a civilized host, though he frowned in her direction as she twirled noodles around her fork.

Drakken lurched backwards when she held it up to him suddenly, nodding in silent answer when he stared back at her in questioning. He opened his mouth as if to argue that he wasn’t trying to poison her – but she took the opportunity to forcefully give him the first bite from her plate just in case. He almost spat it out in reflex, but must have thought better of it as she fixed him in a dangerous glare.

She waited until he’d swallowed before wiping her fork clean on a napkin and accepting the meal.

Offended, he snorted and grumbled half to himself, “My cooking isn’t that bad.”

“I get food poisoning just looking in your fridge,” she shot back under her breath. She didn’t trust the meatballs either. They could have easily been tampered with. For good measure, she rolled a few of his onto her plate in exchange for hers. The trade-off earned her a deep frown and an indignant huff, but he didn’t voice complaint as he grouchily ate his sauce-slathered meal. At least the garlic bread she could be confident about.

Shego took only a couple cautious bites before dropping her fork. She really couldn’t let him off the hook so easy. Not without a better apology than spaghetti, and not until he quit pouting.

“So. You threw a fit all because I didn’t check in like a good little girl. Is that it?” she shot over, flicking a glower up at him, but he continued to sheepishly avoid looking up. Shego mirrored his frown for a long moment before shrugging meekly to herself and shaking her head with exasperated sigh as she accepted the length of the metaphorical leash. If he had a leash on her at all, her little stint had proven she could yank it out of his hands whenever she wanted. “But you didn’t call to nag me, so…thanks for that.”

“I was tempted,” he admitted tersely, stabbing mercilessly at a meatball.

“And that’s fine. What matters is you didn’t.”

The man must have lost his appetite, because he set his fork down to chew instead on something verbal. “You had my car, so don’t sound so smug,” he groused, flashing a glare up at her at last. He folded his hands under his chin and frowned back down again. “You’re free to come and go as you please. If I have to beg and bribe for your alliance, then your heart wouldn’t be in it, and frankly I doubt you’d work as efficiently if I forced you to be here against your will. I’m sure you’ve had your fill of that anyway. I suppose you’ve been due for some freedom.”

It took Shego a moment to digest before quipping, “Are you talking to me, or your plate?” to which Dr. Drakken flicked his scowl up at her for a split second before his dark tired eyes darted away again. Nonetheless, she nodded and gave a small hum in agreement. The freedom she had now was more than her family and team had ever granted her. A villain shouldn’t have been the one to give her that though.

++X++

Another moment under her watchful stare, and Dr. Drakken finally lost his cool, the girl on the other side of the kitchen island recoiling back from him. All the grief his company’s absence had given him over the past few days resurfaced again, and for the first time in ages, there was someone besides himself to hear it.

“I missed you,” he blurted accusingly, and the slip tasted vile on his tongue. He slammed his fist on the counter in frustration. She’d gotten his goat, that was certain. He almost wished that would be enough to satisfy her, almost wished she would laugh and flip her hair and leave him to stew now – but instead she sat back and stared. Why he was compelled to answer that stare was beyond his understanding. “You had me so damn worried, Shego.” He clapped a hand over his mouth and bit his cheek.

The watchful superhuman before him offered nothing more than her jaded gaze and a listening ear. Drakken clammed up for a moment, shamefaced that he’d cracked. But she was waiting.

His hands flailed as he rambled in a rush to explain before he could think better of it. “I hardly know you,” he snapped at her. “How was I to know if you were really going to be come back, or if you’d just run off for good, or if you were backstabbing me? And when you didn’t call, I didn’t know if you’d been caught, and I was—hhnng!” He groaned. He was worried for what it spelled for him, sure, but he’d never been worried for anyone else before – at least not in a long while. And he had been worried for her, at least a little bit. That was as bad as missing the nuisance that loitered idly in his lab every day of the past two weeks.

Drakken hung his head and wanted to pull his hair out. He had to come up with a more professional way of dealing with this woman, because this just wouldn’t do. Henchmen were easy. Henchmen stayed down below, out of sight, out of mind, until he needed them.

Shego stared at him for a moment longer before tentatively offering, “I’m…sorry?”

The halfhearted apology made him snort. “No, I’m sorry,” he grumbled, still gripping his hair. Her quizzical stare was impossible to ignore, and he made the mistake of glancing up at it. He swallowed as something danced to life among his entrails. Something warm. It was almost sickening, and it certainly didn’t belong there after he’d sworn off it years ago. “I’ve given up on making friends, but I thought you – I mean – it just pissed me off, alright? I wasn’t sure if I’d been played for a fool or if I’d done something wrong – I-I shouldn’t have lost my temper – but you can’t blame me. You left me out of sorts.” Drakken clamped his mouth shut again before he could dig at himself any deeper. She had to be loving his suffering. Another glance up revealed that maybe he was wrong.

Shego shifted, her eyes dropping finally as she loaded pasta onto her slice of garlic bread. She smirked and gave a small laugh, quiet and unsure. “Your henchmen don’t count as friends?” she asked quizzically.

“Not a snowball’s chance in hell,” Drakken sighed miserably. They were hired manpower. The henchmen palled around among each other. Not so much with him. They didn’t fill the social void by any means. Drakken frowned back down to his food with a shake of his head. “I don’t need lackeys who resent me. I merely try to stay on okay terms with them so they don’t quit, or worse – turn mutinous.”

“And you think I won’t?” Shego scoffed, not even trying to mask the note of amusement. It shouldn’t have stung. She hardly qualified as a friend anymore than the henchmen did.

“I should hope not,” Drakken grumbled. “This has all been quite the trying trust exercise, I’ll have you know. I’m not a trusting person, but risks I’ll take.”

Shego hummed and muttered, “Ditto.” It seemed she was ready to let the subject of how adversely she’d affected the blue loner blow over. She went back to eating quietly.

Her plate was half-cleared when she hummed again for his attention. “Hey, Doc?” He glanced up to see her waving her fork at him, but thankfully not to shove in his face again. “If you ever do amount some big-shot world-dictator, what’ll that make me? The number one receptionist in the world? ‘Cause I’ll tell ya what, that ain’t gonna fly. It’s gonna have to be something pretty good if you don’t want me to kick your butt off your high horse.”

Well, at least she was getting that out in the open now rather than surprising him later down the road.

His face went slack as he chewed slowly, giving it a moment of thought. He peeked up to her still watching him, waiting for a reply. It was a serious question, he realized, and maybe a serious threat of premeditated mutiny. If he was the subject of a long con, so be it. He’d cross that bridge when he got there.

For now, Drakken shrugged. “I suppose you would be a fearsome partner in crime,” he jibbed carefully. He flapped a hand as he threw out ideas, “I’d probably have you overseeing torture of defiant rebels, commanding armies of mass chaos, living in the lap of luxury in some penthouse somewhere – the works.” Her devious snicker was contagious, and he found himself smiling along with her.

There was that bloom in his gut again. He shut it down quick and poked at his food.

“Those are some pretty sweet lies, Dr. D,” noted his dinner guest, shaking her head though still smirking even as his faltered. “But this could be fun. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us if you’re going to make you any sort of king.”

“You bet we do,” he agreed, and popped an entire meatball in his mouth so he wouldn’t have to speak for a while.

Which, regrettably, he wound up choking on. He was given a heavy thump on the back and handed a glass of water. It was hard to be thankful when the fearsome partner in crime chortled at his plight. Heartless partner, more like. He found it impossible to look her in the eye again for some time after.

He couldn’t be sure if dinner was unnecessary in smoothing out whatever disruption he’d caused with the whole garage incident, but she seemed in a better mood than when she’d come skulking in at least. It could be justified anyway, since he was past due for decent meal, but just seeing her go for a second slice of garlic bread almost made it worthwhile. He wasn’t entirely convinced she’d forgiven him, though he hoped she had. He still wouldn’t put it past her to return the gesture eventually, only her strike was bound to hurt far worse than the brash swipe he’d taken at her.

Normally, Drakken avoided lingering in the living room when she was there, but her cagey glances had lessened, and she was flashing wry little smiles now, and sharing with him an account her little stint back in Go City. It was hard not to settle into his recliner while she tucked herself into a nearest corner of the couch to give her report. She promised she’d removed the license plates before leading police on a chase so they couldn’t trace it to him, and that was fine and all, but an offhanded mumble of praise when she bit into a glazed devil’s food muffin must have been the highlight of his evening. It was a close second to receiving a jet anyway.

When she fell asleep stretched across his couch ten minutes into a new episode of Space Passage, Drakken didn’t have it in him to wake her to make her go back to her own room like a decent human being. She’d just driven all the way to the opposite coast and hijacked a jet all on her own. She deserved some undisturbed rest. He suspected she’d get up after a catnap and mosey off anyway.

Come morning, Drakken had just about forgotten she’d crashed in front of the TV, which was still on, and his initial response was surprise and discomfort of finding someone asleep in his own apartment-esque personal living space. The shock subsided, and he was left with the confliction of realizing how inexplicably nice it was for her of all people to be the last person he saw before he went to bed and the first person when he rose. He supposed he might like the sight of any pretty girl crashing on his couch though, even if she was a little less than lovely with disheveled hair and rumpled grey sweats and sweater from last night.

Drakken pulled his robe tighter, wondering if he ought to change into something more respectable than fleece, but the next order of business on his daily agenda was a stronger pull. He set the coffee to brew and hurried back to his room to dress for good measure, finding himself standing in his closet for a minute too long before scoffing to himself for pausing to consider his appearance. His day was destined to be spent overseeing henchmen in the garage, so he grabbed anything that wouldn’t cost much to replace if ruined, even if it was less than professional. The impulse to stop in front of a mirror to wonder if a black crew-neck was too loose on him was resisted as he hurried out, stuffing his shirt into the waist of his trousers.

He didn’t mean to slam his bedroom door in his own aggravation, and he winced, eyes daring to the couch, and breathed a sigh of relief to find Shego hadn’t stirred.

While Drakken busied himself in the kitchen again, taking her into account and making extra flapjacks to err on the side of caution, he had to wonder if the snake asleep on his couch knew how alarmingly fast she was getting to him with wry smiles and little touches and snarky quips, or if she was only playing him to pass the time. He had to wonder as well if he’d ever shake the ingrained fear of the latter. Whatever the case, letting himself play right into her hands was not an option, especially not when her hands were dangerous.

From the corner of his eye, he watched as the young woman groggily sat up, groaning about bright lights. Her hair fell in a frazzled mess around her shoulders, face scrunched in displeasure to be awake. She didn’t seem nearly as surprised to be here as he’d been to find her. He tried not to glance her way as she leaned over the back of the couch for a while, yawning and rubbing sleep from her eyes.

By her glower, Drakken had to assume she was in a crabby mood. By now, that was decidedly pretty normal for her. “Good morning, sunshine,” he chimed wryly from the kitchen.

++X++

Growling out a curt, “Shaddup,” Shego flipped him the bird before hefting herself up from the soft corduroy cushions.

She slumped into the kitchen a moment later, drawn in by the smell of coffee, and had to stop herself from reaching for another muffin and grab the creamer instead. She couldn’t help noticing his fridge was actually immaculately clean for a change. She’d expected him to fill it with beakers of questionable contents again over her weekend absence.

Once she had her mug, she was ready to leave to nurse a headache in the privacy of her own bedroom, but the blue man tending the stove beside her slid a plate of pancakes over in front of her before she could go anywhere. She weighed the options of leaving it, taking it, or sticking around. She decided she’d spent too much time too close to Dr. Drakken already since last night – they’d chatted and watched television and laughed and that in itself was enough to make her shudder now – so she sheepishly took the offering and retreated to her room without so much as a thank you. She felt a little bad for it too, because they might have been the best damn blueberry pancakes she’d ever had.

As per usual, she would forget about the dirty plate on her dresser until the shame caught up to her and she’d sneak it all the way back to the kitchen, but that wouldn’t be today.

Today, she loitered in the garage with Drakken and his goons. The remaining henchmen were the ones he’d brought with him to Go City, the same three stooges she’d pummeled in the geek lab. Claiming they were his best had clearly been a shoddy attempt to talk them up. It was almost disappointing the young fellow she’d had her eye on was stationed elsewhere on guard duty, but she suspected it was by his own choice. Any of the subordinates taking a shine to her was explicitly frowned upon after all, but she decided she wasn’t missing out on much. She could save mingling with the guys for the next time she felt like getting Dr. Drakken out of sorts.

For the better half of the day, Shego took the opportunity to soak up the autumn sunlight spilling in from the gaping garage door, basking on the warm concrete with her arms folded behind her head. At one point, she heard a goon utter concerns to Drakken, and Drakken shouted irritably, asking if she’d fainted, then barked at her to quit lazing about. He was answered with an obstinate middle finger, and Shego smirked to herself when it was the henchmen to take the heat for it.

She only got up off the floor when he actually gave her something to do, even if it was a trivial gofer run.

At the grumpy man’s command, she grudgingly fetched his leather notebook from the kitchen, and idly flipped through it as she strode back across the hangar to Drakken. It was a fairly new pad, bound in leather, and there wasn’t much in it yet. Besides the notes on the power staves, her gloves, and a grocery list, she recognized a distinct feminine figure buried among jumbles of important-looking formulas that probably should have been jotted down somewhere better than a little pocket notepad.

She brandished the open book and teasingly cocked her brow at Dr. Drakken when he saw what page she was turned to. His face flushed that peculiar shade of purple again. Maybe she was pushing it when she held the notebook out of his reach and mockingly asked, “So the robo tits are cosmetic, huh?” There wasn’t much to ogle at in the chest department on the androids, but it was still an opportunity to mock.

The man echoed her in a stuffy nagging tone with curled lip, and tried again to take back his notebook. He didn’t justify his reasoning behind the bots’ chests, barely a step up from flat, but she supposed it would have been more off-putting if she didn’t know already that their entire exoskeletons were made of steel. She could worry for him when he started trying to manufacture synthetic flesh.

Shego snickered nonetheless, giving Dr. Drakken a moment of difficulty as she danced around him before he caught her arm and she surrendered the notepad.

She stepped back from the grumbling blushing man in favor of admiring the spoils of her treason. She scrutinized the beautiful family jet being meticulously dismantled just so Drakken could analyze its inner workings. Earlier, she’d tried explaining a little about it, but he’d brushed her off saying he wanted it to be a surprise. He was as giddy as a boy on Christmas enthralled by a new puzzle to solve, so she took it as no disrespect and decided to let him have his fun. She just hoped she hadn’t stolen the valuable plane for it to wind up a hunk of junk like all the others in his scrappy little warehouse.

She was about to ask what his plans with it even were when a small unfamiliar vibration low on her leg gave her a start. She stared dumbly down at her utility pouch for a second before snapping it open and digging out a compact wireless phone, the likes of which she swore she’d only seen Global Justice agents and other elite individuals use.

Curious glances were thrown her way, and she turned her back to them.

Up until yesterday, Dr. Drakken had been the only one with the number. He’d been the one to give it to her not long after moving in, proudly taking credit for the design until she’d called him a copycat. She of course had no one to ring up since they were a little too far out for pizza delivery, so she hadn’t had a reason to use it. She’d almost forgotten she’d stopped by a couple of acquaintances in Go City yesterday, one of which she’d mistakenly given the number to. The caller ID brought a smile to her face nonetheless, though she knew better than to hope the girl was calling for a friendly chat.

Shilo ran a hand over her face as she picked up, as if doing so would wipe away the mask of Shego.

“Alex, baby, talk to me,” she chirped, ignoring the pang in her chest at the longing for a familiar voice. She would never go as far as to call the former-classmate a friend, but the delinquent was a reliable dealer who knew how to keep her mouth shut if one had the cash. And Shilo had certainly had the cash when she’d paid Go City a visit. It was almost certain the girl was still looking to take advantage of that.

“Hey, hon,” sang the junkie, sounding peculiarly sober. Her voice quavered, a nervous tell. “How’s life on the lam treating you?”

Just like that, Shilo wasn’t so happy to hear the acquaintance. She tensed, drawing her conclusion fast. The miscreant was known for being as carefree and bold as could be. Nothing made that laidback gal anxious except for Shilo’s intimidating up-tight goody-two-shoes big brother Hugo who’d nearly ratted her out on several occasions.

She barely had it in her to put some pep back into her tone to disguise her suspicions, answering quickly, “It’s great.” She found herself fidgeting, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

Alex cut to the point, the absence of idle chitchat and musings raising another red flag. “I was thinking it would be cool if you could come hang out sometime,” she went on. “Or maybe we could – I could take a road trip to come see your new digs.” More red flags. The dealer wasn’t known for prying into the lives of her clientele, her only interest was in their money, and never would she offer to go out of her way for anything. She was too lazy to be that social. If one wanted the goods, they had to come to her, and bring exact change.

“I can hang tonight,” Shilo lied confidently anyway, a wry smirk quirking her lips. “Seven, behind the SM?”

“That sounds….yeah, that sounds great. So anyway, um, I wanted to tell you about—”

“Sorry, I’m sorta busy. Catch you later.” She didn’t want to seem too hasty, but she didn’t want to give what remained of Team Go a chance to work any techno-geekery magic to track her down. But the opportunity to make her big brother feel like a sucker was too great, and she smiled at the notion of what he’d look like tonight when he realized his stakeout behind a shopping center was a bust.

To be on the safe side, Shego incinerated the mobile phone. Dr. Drakken would just have to make or buy her a new one if it was that important, but she’d undoubtedly screwed up by giving out the number. Even if the lost signal might prevent them from pinpointing her exact location, they still had the area code now.

“You’re going to have to walk or ask politely,” came Dr. Drakken’s displeased warning, and she spun around to stare at him with a raised brow. He had his notebook open, tapping his pen on his chin in between scribbling in it. “I’m not driving you,” he explained. “And if you want to stay here, you are not stealing another car for something as frivolous as a date. You’re paid to steal for me, not from me, Shego.”

“Oh,” she uttered, and shook her head. “Yeah, no. That was…” Her lying mojo dissolved when Dr. Drakken’s eyes narrowed as he fixed a probing gaze on her. Shego sighed wretchedly as she crossed her arms. Honesty was in her best interest in this case, even if it was hard to suck it up and spit out her honest guess, “I don’t think my brothers are going to just let this one slide.” She nodded to the jet, half-skinned now and a wing disconnected. “They’re going to try even harder to find me. They just can’t keep their noses out of my business.”

To be fair, stealing a jet was crossing the line, but she couldn’t stop the resentment from rising like bile anyway.

The leather-bound notebook snapped shut with a tiny clap that made her jump. Dr. Drakken hummed in grim contemplation as he stalked toward her. “That would not be ideal,” he said, and turned a sharp scowl back at his two henchmen standing beside the open belly of the aircraft, nervously awaiting orders. “Lux!” he barked, and the pudgier of the two straightened up.

“Y-yes, sir?”

“Is your in-law still hiring?”

If remembering his name was surprising, then retaining any extra information about him was. The poor man was so stupefied, he didn’t know how to answer, so he gaped like a fish for a moment before shrugging and then quickly nodding unconvincingly.

Dr. Drakken barked an order for Shego to get changed and went straight for the dingy utility van, and she braced for an earful as he hauled her across town. Over the ride, his mumbles and grumbles gave away the course of action he was devising and reviewing, and though Shego had her qualms with it, she felt it unwise to argue just yet. She’d humor him, for now, but time would tell whether she actually went along with it. She really had half a mind not to. She didn’t like the picture his mutterings painted, but at least it didn’t sound like he planned to get rid of her entirely.

They were stopped at a light on Main Street when he finally spoke up, running it by her at last. “No one can blame you for wanting strike out to lead a commendable average life,” he explained. “Going back to school to pretend you’ve gone straight-laced would make a good cover. For now you’ll lay off any risky criminal activity until they’re satisfied. In any case, it won’t hurt you to have something to fall back on if this venture doesn’t work out. It’ll be good for you.”

Despite his worked-up nerves, she was sure she caught him flick an almost sad glance her way. The night they’d arrived in Nevada, he’d asked her if she regretted coming with him, but something about that look had her wondering now if he was the one having second thoughts.

“Careful, Dr. D,” Shego groused tartly. “Being considerate of others isn’t very befitting of a man who prides himself in evil.”

He stared at her for a second more before the traffic light turned green and his gaze hardened into a frown at the road. “My motives are selfish, I assure you,” said Dr. Drakken, gripping the wheel tighter and gnashing his teeth as if to bite back a more severe retort. “I am established here. I have to protect myself. Besides, you’ll go stir crazy if I ask you to hole yourself up, and letting you lead the hounds to my door would mean a substantial setback I can’t afford yet. I think it’s best you stay away for a while. I’ll still call on you if I need you.”

Shego studied him for a moment longer before sighing in reluctant resignation. That he considered her future without him, and maybe even her wellbeing in the present – it struck a chord, and not one that sounded right. She scoffed to make light of it though. “Are you sure you aren’t going soft?” she quipped. “Seems a little like you regret hiring me.”

He flicked a scowl at her, but then his gaze dropped, and that fleeting hint of remorse again was all the evidence she needed.

“Ignore my brothers,” Shego snapped hotly. “I’ll deal with them if they come. There’s no reason to send me away.” She wanted to believe that, but how could she convince him if she couldn’t convince herself? His henchmen wore Hench Co brand uniforms for Pete’s sake. There was no playing innocent if Team Go or worse stormed the lair.

“Just do this for me to pacify your family, Shego, please,” Drakken all but begged. “I don’t want to lose you, but if you present yourself in the open, then when they do find you, they’ll see you’re doing alright for yourself. You need to make it look like you’re not up to anything sketchy.” His brow knit and his hands tightened on the wheel again. “And if they still try to take you, I’ll disintegrate them or something.”

Shego hoped he was only joking. She really couldn’t tell. “I don’t want them dead.”

“Fine, then,” Drakken snorted. “I’ll hit them with a stun gun. Better?”

Propping her elbow up on the open window, Shego leaned her cheek on her fist and rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Just what makes you think you can make me go back to school anyway?” she shot drably. The thought of going back to any sort of institution didn’t agree with her.

“What, would you rather spend all your free time keeping my chair warm?”

She frowned. It shouldn’t have made her face warm over, but maybe he had a point. Maybe it would be good for her to get out and have a life. She liked the relative peace as of late, but being a recluse and cooped up with him all the time didn’t suit her well either. She needed her fresh air sometimes. It wasn’t like she was very busy anyway.

“We’ll worry about college later,” Drakken added in a pensive mumble. “Think it’s a bit late anyway.”

She was relieved for that slack, but she still hoped this ruse wouldn’t last that long. College was a big commitment, but so was tagging along with him. Shego groaned anyway and shook her head. “What do you expect me to do in the meantime?”

[existing-and-dying]

Bridgette in the Show

So everybody loves to plop Felix down into the show, but nobody ever thinks about putting in Bridgette, I get it she looks a lot like Marinette and they have similar personalities but guys there is potential! (okay and I’m saying this as someone who did not like Bridgette in the PV, plot twist I also didn’t like Felix sooo growth)

-Bridgette Chen is also a model, an up-and-coming one at that (I’ve had this headcanon for so long guys, I just loved the idea that she wasn’t a designer but instead a model, I mean in the PV we even see her posing with an umbrella on the street like it’s an amateur shoot)

-She’s from new money, her parents being famous in the cooking/bakery scene on her father’s side but big in the jewelry and cosmetics scene on her mother’s, and one day she’s chosen to model with Adrien

-They’re fast friends, and Adrien of course says that she would get along well with his friend Marinette

-For Bridgette, she is infatuated with this sweetheart just like she was with Felix in the PV

-For Bridgette’s personality, she is very nice, excitable, trusting, and naïve; she is actually too trusting as she can let herself be taken advantage of and mixed with her naivety it can be really bad

-Well she actually mentions that she will be going to Francoise-Dupont soon so she can meet all his friends

-Alya sees the shoot and immediately calls Marinette about the fact that she was in a shoot with Adrien, she only realizes when she actually reads it that it was Bridgette

-Bridgette joins their school and is instantly popular with everyone or at least most everyone...

-Marinette’s been burned before, but she tries anyway to be as nice as possible to Bridgette and be a friend; she doesn’t like however that Bridgette seems to be replacing her even more than Lila. Bridgette is genuine, so genuine, oh you couldn’t get this girl to lie good even if you said it would save your life she just has everything on her face at all times. She also makes promises that Lila gave a reality, she can actually get you the meeting with producer, she can actually get you the high end make up or talk with fancy manga artist; and what’s worse is that Bridgette believes Lila and her lies, so when Lila asks if she can say that it wasn’t Bridgette who got them all to a fancy yacht party, she agrees. The girl is a fool and a half.

-Marinette also doesn’t like that she is making way more progress in the love department with Adrien than she or maybe even Kagami is. Because Bridgette is so easy to love, she’s fun, she’s kind, she’s caring, she’s beautiful, and she goes out of her way to try her hardest with people

-Marinette just can’t help but feels that Bridgette is replacing her, everyone keeps saying that her and Marinette are so similar and Bridgette is so nice and sometimes Marinette thinks that maybe she is the one who should be the hero, the one who should be the class president, the one who should be the best friend and with Adrien and no one would care if Marinette disappeared because she’s not good enough

-This makes Bridgette a rival in all aspects for Marinette, and a genuine threat without being an unlikable character 

-And her character flaws are good, she’s naïve, she craves affection so desperately that she’ll give whatever for people, she’s impulsive and doesn’t always think her actions or words through, she wishes to make people happy no matter what, she’s an open book, she’s a total pacifist who doesn’t want people to fight no matter what, she’s an enabler, and she has tunnel vision with most things 

-She’s a lot like Adrien, to the point where it could make Marinette not love Adrien as much because he is so much like Bridgette

-Chloe and Sabrina as a rule don’t like any girl who’s in competition with Chloe

-Lila however both hates and loves Bridgette

-On one hand she’s a rival for Adrien’s love, Adrien her ticket to everything she’s ever dreamed of, Adrien who is hers as a rule because she’s fought so hard for him and she never gives up anything she wants, Adrien who Bridgette clings to and stops from hanging out with Lila and how dare she! She should be Adrien’s top modeling partner not some Marinette look-a-like

-Oh and she’s more popular than Lila with the class to! Bridgette is everything she wants to be-the saintly girl, the heroic angel of the class, the girl with connections-but that leads her to why she loves Bridgette as well

-Bridgette can get her whatever she wants: A meeting with Clara Nightingale? Done! A meeting with an artist and Bridgette pays for the artist to paint her? Done! All the meetings she could ask for and all the opportunities. She doesn’t ask to meet anyone she’s mentioned before in her lies because Bridgette is loose lipped enough to let anything slide. Just because Chloe, Marinette, and Adrien don’t use their connections to expose her doesn’t mean Bridgette will do it on accident.

-But, if she asks Bridgette to say that the charity for Prince Ali was because of her than Bridgette will do it, because Bridgette trusts Lila and sometimes Lila twists the words just so in all the right places to make Bridgette think “oh yeah! this was all because of lila and not me!”

-Bridgette is so gullible and kind friendship wanting that she’s so easy to manipulate and it’s music to Lila’s ears.

-And if Lila uses Bridgette to turn the class away from Marinette-because of course she hasn’t given that ambition up, why should she?-well that’s Lila’s business and not anyone else’s

-Adrien, Adrien’s conflicted, because on one hand he knows Ladybug wouldn’t do a lot of these things, knows that Bridgette can’t be Ladybug because she’s not a puzzle solver like Ladybug and is so open that surely she would’ve let something slip and she believes Lila wholesale and Bridgette didn’t know Adrien until after Aspick and she’s so unlike Ladybug but also...

-But she looks so much like her, and she’s so kind just like her and just, she’s the epitome of what Ladybug should be and maybe it’s a disguise?! Maybe Ladybug is such a good liar that it looks like all her emotions are plan to see and maybe Ladybug does want him like Bridgette does...

-It’s stupid, he shouldn’t think like this but, it’s what he wants, and if it’s what he chooses to see then maybe it’ll be true...

[hizzalot]

Sethos: 02. My Butler and I by @SecretlyClawed

Driving into the city of Aberdeen usually took us a good couple of hours, us being Gerald and myself. It was a trip we took at least twice a week sometimes more if business or boredom required it. I did have a nice apartment in the city and it wasn’t completely uncommon for me to use it, but being who I was and living in the city with people everywhere wasn't that good of a combination. Besides the city was too noisy and wouldn’t allow me as much freedom to do as I please which my country living did. If you asked my alter ego he would snort and huff you in the face hard enough that you thought a tornado just winded by at the mere idea of living full time in the city because no matter how gullible and unaware many humans were when it came to the existence of other beings, most people would still notices the difference between a large bird and a 10 feet tall dragon, and no matter what you think they don’t scream like they do in movies and runaway. No today the little twats with all their technology want pictures, film clips, autographs and all other sorts of things. I'm being serious, they want it all if they could they want a goddamned interview and any of that is just a big no no. 

I do have full control of my animal, well at least as much control as one can over a partly wild beast. In most cases I can stave him off if I have too but he is a demanding son of a bitch. Unlike me, I'm the least temperamental person you can meet, but don’t tell Gerald I said that because he will most likely get a heart attack he doesn’t like bent facts. Anyway, my dragon if he is denied his time to fly, hunt and play for too long he will eventually force his way out no matter where I am or what I'm doing, he can’t be stopped in those situations. In the early days that happened quite often because I had refused to accept what I had become. Gerald was many time forced to clean up my messes for many years, until one day about 25 years after my dragon first appeared. One day he had enough and sat me down for a talk, if that's what you want to call it. 

After having to use every trick in the book to get me to listen even Gerald patience ran thin. He'd ended up taken me by the ear, and when I say by the ear I mean by the ear. Imagine being a 45 year old man in human years being dragged away by his ear, it was horrifying let me tell you, humiliating and nothing I care to experience ever again. He made me see sense so to speak even if he had to do it while I kicked and screamed like a child. Yes, it wasn’t one of my finest moments. I was young, childish and still blamed my unknown father for making me into a beast and in the end taking my mother from me, so I had cursed him off and refused to take my fate serious. When I still wouldn’t listen and had cursed Gerald too he had left me to my fate. 

Trust me when I say don’t piss off the hand who feeds you especially if it runs your household, take care of all the nitty details that you never have to bother with because if you do you are left to tend to them yourself. It took me a lot of groveling and a hell of a lot more begging to get Gerald to come back, many years later he told me he never really left he just wanted to teach me a lesson, I should have seen it coming but didn’t. I didn’t dare chance it by cursing him off again but I might have grumbled about it for a while. Today Gerald is my one and only true companion, living side by side with me and as long as he does we are linked together. He was my father’s companion for many years and he is linked with both of us by blood. He is this ordinary human, if you can ever call Gerald ordinary, as anyone else but with the benefit of being linked to me by blood he is what you would call my human servant. He can feel me as I can feel him, we have a bond and as long as I live he will live too.  

Gerald as my butler and personal adviser love to drive that was why we never invested in a helicopter to take us to the city. No he wanted to do it the old fashion way, the long way and he even drove an old Classic Alvis, the love of his life. I think he even loved that car more than me and he said he was pretty damn fond of me, but not more than that car. Gerald was the father I never had, no matter if the man who went under the name of Lord Stravos had father me. The irony being that it was not Gerald I was now going to have to save. Gerald said driving calmed him and gave him time to think how to work out the latest mischief I gotten me, us into, as for me well I enjoyed the quiet. If I got too bored I would fired up the laptop and do some work, work being searching for the next object for my personal collection. I both sold and collected antique goods and being 250 years old with more money to spend than I could find things to buy it was a good job and hobby. My money came both from the inheritance my mother had left me in property and money that had been well invested and my own personal wealth.

I had a very large and impressive collection of objects ranging from small coins, rings and bullets up to full warrior armor gear, to swords and my personal favorites, cars. I had built many garages over the decades to be able to store all 150 or so cars that I owned. I had every car that you could imagine a T-Bird original, an Oldsmobile, several different Mustangs; let's just say I have a thing for really old classic cars and Muscle cars especially. I even have a first model ford car, the so-called Ford Model T it was my pride and joy it didn’t race you down the streets but it was the first T Ford ever produced and it was bought by me. It was worth more in sentimental value than money to me. Considering the shape it was in I could probably get a good 100 grand for it but why would I ever need another 100 grand that I had in plenty, First produced T Ford not so much. The most amazing thing with these cars were that they all worked. Then they were all bought by my own hand, most of them but not all hadn’t been owned or driven by anyone but me, family bought and owned. I took pride in that. To others of course I simply let others believe I bought and restored or that they’d been in possession in my family for decades which in itself was impressive enough. Because to claim I bought a car in 1908 when I looked no older than 30 wouldn’t fly. 

Closing the lid on my laptop I put it back in my bag letting the bag rest against the seat next to me. I let out a deep sigh watching the steep mountain of my home disappear before me as we kept heading for Aberdeen. I'm sure you are wondering about this thing with my father. I do too sometimes, it is a story of its own and rather long but for you to fully understand it I better take it from the beginning. My father was the longest living dragon shifter the earth had known. He lived long before what we today call civilization and long before that even existed. Tales of dragons started because of him, and because there were actual sights of him as he flew the skies of earth there were rumors about giant monsters that could fly and had spiky tails. Gerald told me all about it once I had finally come to a stage where I would listen to what he had to say. He told me how my father had pretty much reacted the same way that I had done, but compared to me he was all in alone in dealing with it. He hadn’t met my father until much much later and by then he was all well good and pleasant with his other self, so much in fact that Gerald was the one who had to lure him back into human shape. The first few hundred years alive my father had been so besotted about being this giant powerful creature that he had mostly lived in the skin of his dragon. His dragon so strong that over time he almost completely took over Drake Stravo’s mind and soul. Gerald had found him in the nick of time becoming the man to save my father’s humanity, that was how he had become my father’s butler and human servant. Gerald was the humanity to keep the dragon lord grounded. 

Before Gerald he was a hunter, alone, living out in the wild, surviving day by day the only companion being the smoke that made him high. One night when he'd come face to face with a real life dragon it'd been the stroke of midnight he'd been lying by his campfire fire, and had just finished eating his one and only meal of the day and was high as a kite. That was when all of a sudden the flames of the fire had been shielded by this large shadow and this enormous creature without a name had appeared before him. At this time he didn’t know what a dragon was, and being high as a kite he didn’t even react in fright or other, Drake Stravos lay still on the ground watching the stars while the Dragon spoke to him in his mind telling him that he would be the new lord of dragons on earth, a predator to keep humankind in check and the one chosen to lead the Dragon Clan. That was how he became Lord Stravos 

Some hundred years later here I am, Dragon Shifter extraordinaire, disguised as an antique dealer, the only offspring of the magnificent Lord Stravos his legacy like a chip on my shoulder. It is 2019, leather jacket is on and I have an old fashioned Butler in tow. We look like oil and water trying to mix, me with my 'going with the times' attitude, your average Joe persona. Then we have Gerald who refuse to live in the now with his fancy accent and polite manners that make people look at him like he is from Mars, which to be honest is not to far from the truth. I have a job to do, buying and selling antiques, if you ask Gerald it is to save his Master (I am only Sire) my job is to save a father I never met from the evil Elves in the realm beyond and reunite him with my mother. Because if I don’t his death will kill us all. No pressure!

It all sounds pretty stupid when you say it out loud therefore I almost never do unless it is with Gerald and a dying must to ensure the man I have not forgotten about my real job. Dragons, evil midget elves and heroes saving other heroes and damsels in distress sounds just like a bad Hollywood movie. But for heaven's sake don’t tell Gerald I said that he will have my tail, literary because he takes this hero business very seriously. He takes saving his Master very seriously. My only problem is finding that damn door to the realm where my father is kept and the fact that the damn thing only opens once every decade makes the waiting process a fucking drag. 

“Sire. We are here.”

The window between the driver and passenger was down, Gerald always insisted on me sitting in the back, I was after all Lord Stavos offspring. Do you know how many times I’ve rolled my eyes at this, the legacy of man that is to me unknown is a burden all on its own. 

“Awesome!” I exclaim knowing perfectly well it makes Gerald’s skin crawl using modern slang or words. It tickles me so to tease the man, I mean what else should I do with my time, there’s so much of it to spill. 

“Splendid Sire, Splendid.” He emphasized each word giving me a stern look by using the rear-view mirror. Snickering I get out of the car before he has a chance to get out and open it himself. 

“Sire if you insist on acting like a brat I will have to treat you as such and give you a time out in the corner when we get back home.” He threatens calmly next to me, his exterior never faltering even though I have made him very annoyed. With a pat on the shoulder I turn to him.

“Oh come on Gerald. Take that drivers hat off and dance down the street with me, live a little old man. Who knows you might even get laid.” I say as I hang my laptop bag over my shoulder and start down the street eyes glimmering with mischief. 

“Corner it is then Sire.” Gerald shuts my door with a little extra force to show how serious he really is and all I do is laugh. Life’s good in o 2019. #MyButlerAndI #Eddark

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Description Ship (NCT 127, EXO, Red Velvet)

Hello! Can I have a description ship with EXO, Red Velvet and NCT 127? Personality-wise, I can say that I am very friendly, but I prefer to not overwhelm my partner. I speak about subjects they are most interested in, and I’ll try to mix with mine a bit so the conversation’s flow would be very comfortable for both sides! I have a large circle of friends with diverse personalities, extroverts and introverts, shy and boisterous, and I am very fond of meeting new people! Shockingly I am an ambivert! I do socialize a lot, but at the same time, there are days where I just want to stay at home. I do love learning about other country’s culture, and I really like reading Asian literature books. I always try to be open-minded as possible, I limit myself from criticizing people most of the time because I think each person has their own perspective, so yeah! I love performance art, and has acted and competed in several theaters in my school before. There are many roles that I like, but acting as Red Riding Hood has the best memories for me! Now, I’ll be focusing on my engineering classes. My friends like to nickname me as the baby of the group, because I can be gullible, am the youngest and very emotional. I can’t help but to cry in some situations sometimes if it touches my heart. Even when watching children movies, I can’t help but cry in some parts. I tend to laugh ridiculously easily. You could tell me the worst joke of the century, and I would laugh so much, that my stomach hurts. Even when I am being angry playfully, I cannot help but laugh a bit. Even when talking, there are some parts I might drop a chuckle out of habit. You can say that smiling and laughing are my two bad habits that I am trying to fix. But I really do love smiling, because it gives me that confidence boost, you know? Because I am gullible, I am kind of the victim you would approach first when it comes to pranks. I rarely return the pranks, because trust me, I can’t even do the pranks properly without messing it up. So I just accept that I am not born to be a prankster. I am trillingual, and I have this weird tendency to mix up my words with phrases from the three languages. My friends have memorized the meaning behind the few foreign words I drop, so that kind of explains how often I do it!   Some of my friends who like Girls Generation say that how I act is similar to Tiffany Young from Girls Generation. I was shocked to discover we have some similarities! I am always the one who gets playfully teased the most in my group, and I am sort of the social butterfly who tries to cheer up a gloomy situation most of the time when needed. When it comes to flaw, I have the worst sense of direction. Do not trust me with directions! Because I don’t trust myself either, oh my god. Funnily, strangers approach me for directions, and there are some nights I wonder if they are in the right location or has been reported missing because of me sksks. If you are friends with me, please be prepared to have the biggest fan of you ever: me! I always try to make sure my friends know how much I love them. But I make sure to limit myself sometimes, because I know some might be very uncomfortable with it! Kind of funny that I don’t like being cuddled or complimented, I am very ticklish and just a hand on my neck is enough to send me laughing. It’s easy for my cheeks to redden, like just compliment me and wow, I am now a professional tomato. Physical-wise, the trait I like the most about myself is my smile. I have a dimple and round cheeks that people always notice first, I notice. I recently trimmed my hair to be similar to Jihyo from TWICE, a very bold move for someone who has a fear of cutting their hair, and had long hair before. I stand around 154cm! I am not really that pissed when people make fun of my height, I think some short people jokes are hilarious sometimes. I care about my appearance, but not to the degree where I feel pressured to look good in front people. As long as I am happy with how I look, I am completely fine! Thank you, I really love how you pour your hard work in each ship, it must have been hard to come up with the right pair! Your ships are truly amazing. I tried my best being as descriptive as possible to make your job easier. I hope you have a great day today, and again, thank you!

For EXO, I ship you with Chanyeol. Your personality, especially your radiance and positivity, drew him towards you. He appreciates your company and encouraging words because it definitely boosts his mood and confidence up a notch. At first he wouldn’t be the type to prank you, but after witnessing your reaction from getting pranked by the members, he had to ask them to teach him. Although he might tease you about your height difference now and then, he’ll just engulf you with his big arms and you’ll stay like that for a while. If you’re ever sad or bothered by anything, he’ll be there first thing to cheer you up. Dumb jokes made by him would send you laughing, adding more to the reason why he does it in the first place. He enjoys composing songs with you in it and serenading it to you whenever he has the opportunity. 

For Red Velvet, I ship you with Wendy. The first time you two met was from you getting lost trying to find the new sweets shop that recently opened up in your city. She didn’t hesitate to approach you to help out. When you told her where you were headed, she was coincidentally going there as well. You two clicked immediately and she values all of your times together. You became her biggest fan, always showing support and cheering her on during performances. Whenever you guys are apart, she’ll always call you and reassure you that she’ll be back soon. There’d be a lot of jokes shared, mostly on her side because you’re too busy dying from laughter on the floor. Spontaneous gifts and adventures awaits you, but no worries, I’m sure she’ll know the right directions to get there. 

For NCT 127, I ship you with Johnny. Your smile and laughter make him melt every time he’s able to witness it. His phone’s camera is just brimming with pictures of you, derpy or not. He loves it when he can make you smile and how your eyes light up whenever you guys are together. Even if you’re jokingly angry, he’ll still tease you about how cute you looked. I don’t think he’d ever stay mad at you because of how adorable and sweet you are. He’s super attentive to how you’re doing, sometimes even messaging you at 2 A.M to check if you’re asleep yet. He’ll be there in a blink of an eye when he sees you’re still awake, heck you could be still typing and he’s already on the way. Expect to be treated like a queen with this one because you’re too precious for him to lose. 

Hi there, thank you for waiting and I apologize for how long this took to get done. I really appreciate all the details you included in your request and the compliments. You sound like such an awesome person to be friends with! 

I hope you like your ships and I really enjoyed this one. Stay lovely~

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