#i'm not mad or anything i just had thoughts and perhaps voicing them is better then stewing on them i suppose

[ghostoffuturespast]

Being a writer is weird.

[pendarling]

Prom

Sorry for being ded guys

Another problem with the school was their outlandish events that went further than it was supposed to. 

When prom started, it started hard.

Students left and right fell to their knees for the chance to ask out their seasonal crushes. It was unbearable for the teenage hero. They couldn't stand watching half of their friends do the same despite their claim that "prom is stupid."

Honestly, there was still an entire week left of classes, and nobody even bothered to study for the approaching exams. Libraries would be a hangout hotspot for students looking to skip class and find time to spend with their date.

It pissed them off.

Hero simmered in annoyance and pushed their textbooks to the side of their locker. There was just one more class, and then they'd leave here for the day. 

"Hey Hero~!"

Hero recognized that irritating voice, their callous and predacious enemy, had managed to sneak into their personal life as much as they already existed in their life behind the mask. They couldn't stand seeing them, maybe more than seeing all these lover birds come together.

Hero glared at Villain's relaxed figure as they pressed their body against the lockers and looked at them, almost expecting them to say something back. Anything, as long as it kept them entertained, but today, they wouldn't let Villain become the death of them. They had more pressing issues, and it wasn't just the exams. 

"Aw~ c'mon... you're not gonna say anything to me?" Villain followed behind Hero when they turned to leave quickly. They grazed a hand along Hero's back, begging them to turn around, "Lemme hear that pretty voice, darlin'. I'm starting to think you're still mad at me from last night?"

Villain's hand was slapped off them; piercing eyes stared at their own, "Don't say it like that." They spoke in a harsh whisper, but Villain could barely make out the words under all the traffic in the halls.

"Say it like what?" They jokingly shrugged. 

"You know what I mean..." They mumbled and walked off again, but not until Villain noticed the blush growing on their face. 

Chemistry class was always the hardest to understand, not for Hero; luckily, their gifted supernatural powers came with a bit of science. However, they hated that this was the only class they shared with Villain because it was Villain's worst subject. 

They were forcibly seated next to Villain, with the teacher having high hopes that Hero would somehow teach Villain all they needed. 

As soon as the teacher left the room, they were given a silent period to work on the equations. Of course, the class found this opportunity to do the opposite and erupted into loud conversations and laughter. Hero found that even though they were working, Villain still managed to talk more than necessary. Rambling on and on about... what they shouldn't be in coded sentences. Hero had begun to believe it was Villain's way of making their shared lives outside of school feel more intricate than it really was

"I thought I was a goner yesterday; you totally had me back there--" they chuckled loosely with every obscure phrase. 

They felt the stare of their enemy when their one-sided conversation began to die down. They gave them a slight glance and caught Villain's head resting over their arms on the desk as they stared at them. It was a gaze out of admiration; it made Hero blush momentarily before regaining their senses.

"You-- don't have anything better to do?" Hero finally grumbled lowly, attempting to cover the embarrassment along their face. 

Villain thought for a second; they leaned their chair back and forth, "No one is even working on this crap. Look around!" Hero momentarily lifted their eyes off the page and caught the classroom in its own world; groups of students were talking rather loudly. Strangely, they didn't notice, but perhaps their lack of concern for others and their obsession to get the work done drowned out the noises. 

It didn't bother Hero what everyone else was doing; only that Villain was trying to get them out of their bubble. "I'm not interested. " They returned to the paper. 

"God, you're so boring sometimes y'know? It's like..." They searched for their words. "Two different people. One that's a complete nerd and the other--" Their eyes lit up, "Ooh, the other is a total badass."

They sighed, "Is there a reason why you're still talking to me?"

That sentence gave Hero what they wanted. Silence, Villain ignored them and fiddled with their pencil nonchalantly. They blinked several more times and looked at the ceiling, contemplating their next choice of words. 

Hero frowned when the conversation ended and continued their work in peace for the rest of the class.

Students clamoured out of the rooms as the bell rang. Villain had expertly tidied up their corner of the desk quickly and now observed Hero's hands fumble around for their books. They picked up a few of their spare notes and helped them finish up for the rest of the day. 

It was unusual for Villain to wait patiently by them, their eyebrow raised at what game they were playing this time. 

The class filtered out, leaving just the two of them in the silent room. 

"Hero," Villain called. Their voice began to sound much smaller than usual, the joking yet malicious sounds no longer present. Their eyes calmed for a second and took in their sincerity. 

Could it be?

They never took Villain for a cheesy romantic, but the idea that they were giving it an attempt made their heart soar. A fuzzy feeling grew in their chest at the prospect of being asked out to prom; what would it be like? What would this change?

Villain rubbed the back of their neck sheepishly, looking at the door, worried anyone might casually stroll in and disrupt the moment. "Uhh... Listen, I know you're not much for this sort of thing, but--"

Their hesitation worried Hero; of course, they'd made a few off-handed comments at the ridiculous open shows of affection in the halls, but that was just their first instinct. It didn't stop them from wanting something similar; that wasn't selfish, was it?

"Yea?" They pushed, hoping that they wouldn't quit now. 

"Well, I was thinking, since a lot-- I mean... I don't usually do this, but since it's been a while... and we--"

"Spit it out already." They scoffed and took a step forward. "I knew you would do this, you're so obvious."

"Seriously, lemme get to it." Villain felt flush; they took a deep breath, "Hero, would you like to... go to prom with me?"

They smiled warmly from ear to ear and let the part of their heart show on their sleeve; under the glow of Villain's charm, they couldn't resist. They nodded softly, the idea beginning to take hold of them that it wasn't wrong to be a little in high spirits for prom. 

~~~ MASTERLIST

[amphiptere-art]

Dagnabbit YouTube. Why do you tempt me.

Let me guess it's just another episode of Eclipse going mad and Moon taunting him over it. Perhaps even eclipse getting close to death because he's so violently wants to know before he dies.

How do people enjoy this? How do people enjoy seeing a man go insane and people laughing at him for it? Eclipse is a villain, yes. But we've gone over this. Eclipse is being judged for things he remembers doing but never actually did. This eclipse isn't even a backup. There a copy.

I'm going to guess that moon ripped him a new one for yelling at ruin to try and get him to tell Eclipse why he was created. He's going to call Eclipse a lunatic and a no good bad guy. He's going to say Eclipse is insane and he should be dead now. He wants him to be dead now. He's only alive because he'll come back and be irritation all over again. He's going to tell Eclipse that he's a worthless nothing. He's going to tell Eclipse that he wants him to die and is ready to do it at any time. He's going to yell eclipse for searching methods that are too violent. Perhaps even use some sort of button to torment eclipse with an electrical shock or something.

Why do people like moon?

Why do people think that this man who was tormenting his villain purposely, and using him as a slave is such a good person to look up to?

I'm pretty sure at this point Moon knows that this is a copy that only remembers stuff. They never actually did anything. And yet here he is tormenting them anyways. Here he is yelling at a person that he's pretty sure his insane for being insane. Do you realize how rude that is? You realize how absolutely terrible that is. To yell at a person who's going insane that they are a no good person and should die.

I don't care if eclipse is a bad guy. He was a damn good bad guy. He had motive. But when you look in totality at his crimes he's what. Kill the two people? One stupid government official and lunar. Of which he knew lunar would live. Or at least realized very quickly that lunar was going to live. He hasn't done anything else. He tormented moon and sun for years by chucking them into worlds for goodness sake. The worst torment he ever did was when he induced pain protocols upon moon. He never did anything else.

He caused moon pain. Because moon honestly deserves it. He killed a government human. Which we don't care about. And he tried to kill his lunar. Which was a failure. The only other thing he's done for the entirety of his life. Is throw empty threats, And chuck them into worlds they handled pretty well.

Moon is honestly a more prevalent abuser than eclipse was. I hated seeing lunar get hurt. I think everyone did. But have you seen sun?! This man is scared to say anything to Moon. At least lunar still has a sassy backbone. While he might run away from eclipse. I couldn't honestly not imagine a scenario where lunar talks is fucking head off. Berating eclipse for everything.

You think sun's going to do that? It's taking years of bonding between the two before sun even thought he could voice his opinions. Even after his brother's death. Eclipse is a bad person but can you honestly expect anything better from him? What has he had? Abandonment! That's what he had.

He was locked in a box. And even when he first showed himself. Despite being totally angry and villainous. What did Moon say? "I'm sorry. I didn't know you would get sentient." No! He said you're a fucking virus that I thought I left behind and I never wanted to see again! Eclipse was doing bad things yes, But Moon could have at least owned up to the fact he abandoned a sentient being.

Plus if the solar timeline, as wavy as it is is to be believed. Not eclipse only comes around because they find him early. Like incredibly early. Presumably before the first video occurrence of eclipse happened. Before the year passed. Eclipse had been stuck for a year! I think at that point he probably had already gone insane. Having nothing else to do But watch a version of himself live a life he could have had. Stewing about how he would make sure to tear that life apart if he couldn't have it.

I think everybody knows, That eclipse had every reason to hate moon. And Moon wasn't exactly making his case any better. His abuse upon Sun is clear in so many ways that I am baffled by how it is somehow hidden. I don't care how many people say that siblings have tough love. It's not that tough. It's not tough enough to make the other sibling get so afraid they don't feel like they can say anything to contradict them. Even when Sun tried to. Moon would usually ignore it. Son was continuously battered about he was the weak and dumb one. When moon would say it was just a joke. Which was very few might I add. It felt like he was only saying that so Sun couldn't point it out to him. Because it was "just a joke."

Eclipse is abuse upon lunar is physical yes. It is something that will scar the body forever. Eclipse was consistent enough in his partaking to make sure that lunar always remembered that he was really just always a tool. It's not like eclipse tries a disprove that. The word brother was just a way to get him to listen because Sun and Moon are brothers. And just like Sun and Moon. He has to listen like Sun does. Eclipse was just copying the practices moon had done. He didn't really try anything new. The only thing that was different was the physicality of it. And lunar only had it for the month that they were both free.

Sun has had this abuse for years. Being used as a test subject. I'm not saying what lunar went through is justified. But saying that Eclipse did worse is hilarious. I don't care about the whole adjective of sticks and stones hurting bones. Words hurt. They hurt a lot more. And unlike of the wounds that heal, words will say permeated inside of your psyche forever. There's a reason his taken sun so long to finally tell Moon fuck it. Even after he died and was basically replaced with a copy.

New Moon is following the same footsteps as old moon. The only difference is that he's trying to improve his relationship with Sun. Which is so good for him. Guess what. He's exactly the same in every other avenue. He's the type of person that will look out for the bat of the world and unrightfully torture and kill them because he thinks it's okay. He thinks it's okay to put bad people through pain. There's a reason our legal system only puts them in jail. There's a reason the death sentence is kind of hard to get. Because it's not right!

Moon is basing his goddamn hatred upon another moon. The old moon. New Moon didn't even know who Eclipse was. New Moon just knew the eclipse was causing Sun pain. He really has no reason to hate eclipse so thoroughly, other than that. Shouldn't he be more forgiving towards what is essentially a copy?? Like himself?? Why are people cheering this man on? Why do people think what sun, moon, and solar are doing is okay?

Call it empathy for the villain. But unlike OG Eclipse. Who actually had every reason to hate moon. Unlike the backup who only watched the show to remember what he was supposed to do. Given that he's in blood moon, and since blood moon was lost There's no way he would have the memory without watching the show. Meaning that back up eclipse is only doing revenge for OG Eclipse. Backup Eclipse dies. Very sadly. After killing Lunar he did nothing! Absolutely nothing! But sat around until he came down and Sun and Moon killed him!

And then we have wonderful copy Eclipse. Who is so muddled down this line of eclipses. Coming presumably off of the backup. Who was only doing revenge because of the memories of the previous OG Eclipse. Of which copy Eclipse definitely didn't come from a backup. Has only been given the memories of backup presumably. Another layer of I didn't actually do the crime! I just act the same! Layered on top of each other to create a villain who is basically nobody! Even caster calls him a nobody. Eclipse knows himself that he is a nobody.

He is not eclipse! He is the furthest from Eclipse these dangan copies and backups can get! He has done none of the villainous actions. He only remembers them. He didn't do shit. The only thing he has done is kidnapped ruin. Who was returned the same day! Moon is placing crimes upon this eclipse that he never did! He only remembers!

This eclipse has shown remorse in so many ways! He realizes that he as a character, As a copy, after copy, after copy. Is a bad person and no one will ever forgive him! He has given up any idea that he will ever be accepted into anything ever again!

And they just decide we're going to bury this plot further. We're going to make him insane because that's such a good ploy to making a good villain. Oh joy! We're going to have Freddy call him an evil essence! We're going to make sure he lashes out in panicked violence because that makes him such a bad guy!

Don't you dare tell me. Don't you dare tell me this is going to end out okay for eclipse. Look at these characters and tell me what the fuck is going to change? Is Moon ever going to realistically say "I guess you never actually did those crimes, and maybe I should be better to an insane person that ruined me and my brother's life?" Is he really going to say that? It Sun realistically going to say "Oh I guess we're just going to forget all these horrible crimes you've done against us. And I'm going to care for your mental well-being because you're going mad." No! None of these characters are going to ever say that!

Monty has a distaste him. Eclipse is trying to berate solar to feel better about himself, So he's not going to like him. Sun and Moon hate him enough to want him to die! Lunar is terrified of his guts! Earth basically gave up a long time ago when she said that because eclipse doesn't want to change. He can't. What amount of these characters are ever going to say sorry to eclipse. Are ever going to say okay this man might be a little too mentally unstable to treat this bad?

Sun and Moon on multiple occasions have mocked villains for their mental disabilities. Whether it is blood moon not knowing how to fend for himself. Or laughing at eclipses lunacy, because it makes them feel better about themselves. These main characters. These characters that we are supposed to love and root for. Are worse than the villains have ever been right now.

The creators of the show have basically shelved Blood Moon with stitch wraith because of the absolute outlash he got! They tried to shop in the eclipse again because oh no their villain is gone. But they're making him pitiful because making blood moon more villainous backfired. But at the same time they are sticking with the character development save always had around eclipse. Which is that everyone hates him! Making their villain tone down meter. Just turn into torment the underdog actions. They have an improved shit about how to handle their villains. In fact they had made their main characters villains themselves. And yet they keep trying to push eclipse into the villain category. Because that's what he's always been. That's what he's supposed to be.

Guess what creators! If you're attempt is to make your own main characters villainous by making the main villain a soggy cat. You succeeded. No nobody wants to say that Sun and Moon are good people. The only good people we have left in this dumb place. Is Earth and lunar. Solar is riding this weird ride of just following Moon around. Making him just as evil as moon. I don't care how much you are going to try to make moon a good guy again. By making your villain a sad guy. You have stripped every likable fact out of moon that he ever had.

Fuck this show.

[ragewerthers]

A Man, A Menace And A Massage

Summary: After a tough day of training Megumi is feeling a little worse for wear, but perhaps his caring and doting boyfriend can help make him feel just a little bit better?

Or... he can be an absolute menace.

A/n: Merry Belated Squealing Santa @lovelynim! :D I'm your stand in Squealing Santa writer and I hope that you enjoy this fic! You gave me so many fantastic prompts for sweet Itadori and Megumi that I decided that I was going to use them all! The prompts were:

1) Oh? You are ticklish here? You mean right *here*?

2) A "massage", but the lee can't stop giggling and the ler wonders why

3) Ah, your feet/arms got stuck? Let me "help" you

4) You. Ten seconds to run. Now.

5) "Tickle monster? What nonsense are you talking about? I hope that the year has been treating you well and I hope that you enjoy the shenanigans I wrote for these two! And thank you again to @hypahticklish for hosting this years event! You've done an amazing job and I appreciate all the hard work you put into it! :D

Word Count: 2708

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Did Gojo Sensei really have to go that hard?

No.

Well… yes… but also no.  But that was beside the point!

Itadori’s precious boyfriend was suffering!  He was in pain!  He was only hanging on by a thread to this mortal coil! “Oi, Itadori… stop looking at me like that.  It’s just a pulled muscle in my shoulder,” Megumi cut in through the haze of Yuji’s thoughts as he literally saw his pink haired menace staring at him like he was getting ready to take his last breath.

“But you said you’re hurt!  You never say you’re in pain!” Itadori interjected from his spot on the opposite end of the sofa.  A place he had been banished to after attempting to feed Megumi his dinner.  Which would’ve been all well and good had it not been hot ramen.

A man can only get slapped in the face with boiling noodles so many times before he has to choose his safety over severe third degree burns.

“I said that I was ‘sore’, Yuji.  It’s a common occurrence when your teacher is a… well… a Gojo,” Megumi said with a little shake of his head, instantly regretting the movement as he tensed and let out a little growl of pain.

Itadori was instantly by his side, completely disregarding the cushion barrier Megumi had erected after the ramen incident.

“Fushiguro?!  Are you okay?!  Do you need water?  A doctor?  Should I call an ambulan-mmpfth!”

The cushion of his fallen wall helped Megumi to quell Itadori’s spiral into madness as he quickly pressed it to his boyfriend's face.

“Yuji… I’m going to remove this pillow and when I do, I want you to be calm, cool and collected for me, okay?  I’m fine.  It’s a muscle that’s just being difficult.  A hot shower, a little rest and I’ll be good as new.  Okay… the pillows dropping in 3…2…1…..” 

Slowly, Megumi lowered the pillow and instantly regretted it as he was met with the saddest puppy dog eyes he’d ever seen.

“No.  No, Yuji, not the look.  You know that’s unfair,” Megumi tried to dissuade as he watched the intensity of the stare grow.

“I just want to make sure you’re really alright, Fushiguro.  Please?  Is there anything I can do?  I don’t like knowing you’re in pain and that there’s something I could be doing but you’re not letting me.”

Megumi could already feel the flush starting to climb up his neck and reach his ears as he listened to the absolutely sincere concern in his boyfriend’s voice.

What was worse is that he knew that Itadori was well aware that he was on the precipice of cracking.

“Come on, Fushiguro… let me help you?”

Damn Itadori and his sweetness!  For a man literally turned into a vessel for pure evil, how was Itadori just so… good?

With a deep sigh, Megumi knew that he had no choice but to accept some help.  Maybe this could actually be beneficial?

“Okay.  But!” he said quickly as he saw the bright grin instantly return to Itadori’s face and watched his boyfriend's energy level spike up to 100.  “No more feeding me, no babying me and please, no more treating me like you’re about to light some incense for me.  Got it?”

Itadori quickly nodded at all the conditions and stood up, offering his hand to his boyfriend.

Quirking an eyebrow, the dark haired sorcerer carefully took the offered help as he stood from the couch  “I can see the wheels turning, Itadori.  What are you planning?” he asked carefully, earning himself a chuckle in return.

“I was thinking about it and I know what I could do to help you.  It would allow me to stay close and look after you without coddling you,” he said as he began to lead them toward Fushiguro’s bedroom.  “I think a nice massage would be just the ticket for getting your muscles to start to relax.  Many athletes find that it's nice to get one after a heavy workout.”

“Or if your Sensei has handed your ass to you over… and over… and over again,” Megumi mumbled, though a small smile was already lifting up the corners of his lips as he followed Itadori.

This might not be so bad.

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Oh god… it was so bad.

Megumi could feel his sanity slowly slipping away as he lay there on his bed, his arms cradled under a pillow so he could rest his head comfortably while Itadori sat carefully on his thighs..

Now all of those were well and good and to be perfectly honest, the massage had started out amazing!

Itadori had made sure that Megumi was comfortably settled on his stomach, that he had all the pillows he needed, that he didn’t feel too much pressure as Itadori settled on him.

Then the massage itself started and oh…  

Itadori’s hands were careful and precise.  Soothing along the planes of his shoulder blades, finding knots and working them out.  Letting his fingers massage along his spine  and down to his lower back where he hadn’t realized he’d also been feeling some soreness.

All in all, the first ten minutes had been so utterly pleasant that Megumi wondered why he hadn’t asked Yuji to do this sooner.

But then, Itadori’s fingers had strayed a little too close to his sides, right where his lower ribs were, and Megumi had flinched.

And sweet Itadori.  He thought it was an area that needed extra attention.

“Oh!  Fushiguro!  This must be when Gojo Sensei sent you into the bushes!  Here… take a few deep breaths and I’ll get those aches worked out!”

Now here Megumi lay, trying with all of his will power not to make a sound or a movement that would let Itadori on to a very well kept secret.

Megumi Fushigoru was ticklish.

Every pass of Itadori’s fingers along his lower ribs only made Megumi tense more, his face buried into his pillow as he fought the far too embarrassing sounds attempting to escape him.

“Megumi, you are really tense here!  This isn’t even as bad as your shoulder was!” Itadori said lightly, as he let his thumbs begin to rub what he thought were soothing circles into the backs of Megumi’s ribs.

What Itadori was really doing was creating a new level of torture unknown by mankind until this point in history!

“You’ve also gone really quiet, Megumi,” Itadori asked, an extra little squeeze to his sides making the sorcerer flinch again as a slightly high pitched whine escaped him.  “Was that a good squeak or a bad squeak?”

Megumi shook his head, knowing that if he answered there would be no back tracking and saving himself.

“Well,” Itadori mused, sounding slightly confused as he let his fingers settle somewhere near Megumi’s hips for the moment.  “I’m gonna assume that things are still okay since you haven’t bucked me off yet.  But I think you’re really starting to loosen up now!  You don’t feel so tense!  And I think I know why.”

Megumi had taken the small reprieve to try and rebuild his iron will like he had tried to build his cushion pillow wall earlier.  “W-Why do you think that is, Yuji?” he asked, his voice still slightly unsteady to his own ears, but hopefully it was something Yuji wouldn’t pick up on.

“Because I think I’ve found the spot that holds all your tension and once we work it out you’ll feel good as new!” Yuji said, sounding proud and excited all at once.  “It’s right here!”

Without any warning, Yuji’s hands moved up and gave a few quick squeezes against Megumi’s lower ribs.

Three things happened in an instant.

First… Megumi’s poor body, completely unprepared for the sensation, instantly flailed as a wild cackle escaped him.  His iron will completely collapsing, much like his pillow wall had.

Second… Itadori’s hands ceased their movement and quickly moved from where they had momentarily been resting against the warm skin of his boyfriend's sides.

And third… the room fell into an almost deafening silence as both parties attempted to process what had just happened.

“..... OH!” Itadori’s shout of recognition startled poor Megumi as he already began attempting to shimmy his way out from under the man, trying to dislodge his arms from under the pillow.

“No!  Itadori!  Don’t you da-AHARE!” Megumi instantly collapsed back onto the bed as he felt ten evil fingers scribbling up his sides and over his ribs, drawing out ridiculous giggles that he had been fighting for far too long.

“So this is why you’ve been so tense and quiet throughout the whole massage!” Yuji laughed, gently testing out different spots now that he had connected all the dots.

“St-Stahahahap!  I cahan’t hehelp that I-I’m tihihi….. tihihic…. AH!  S-Sensitihihihihiive there!” Fushiguro squeaked out, his cheeks already blushing as he attempted and failed to say that terrible word.

Facing curses was a piece of cake.

Saying the word ‘tickle’?  Now that was a true challenge.

Sadly for Megumi, this seemed to be a little extra fuel to add to the fire that had taken hold of his mischievous boyfriend.

“Oh? You’re ticklish here? You mean right here?” Yuji cooed, his fingers now vibrating against Megumi’s upper ribs where they had slowly been migrating to.  He’d managed to slither his way down from sitting on Fushiguro’s legs to easily laying on him, allowing him to keep his boyfriend in place as he continued to explore his vulnerable sides.

The ticklish touch made Megumi snort loudly as ridiculous laughter instantly escaped him, his arms trying to come down where they were currently trapped under his pillow no thanks to Yuji’s past kindness of wanting to make him comfortable and his new evilness at trapping him between the bed and his body.

“Yehehehehes! I’m tihih…. tiihihicklish there y-you bahahahastard!” Megumi cried out through his laughter, the quick vibrations against his upper ribs sending electric ticklish jolts racing through his body.

Yuji chuckled at the sweet noise, basking in the sounds of his boyfriend laughing so freely and openly in a way he never thought he’d get to see.  “Awww, no need for such words, Fushiguro!  Look at how happy this is making you!  And look at that blush!” Yuji cooed against Megumi’s quickly reddening ears, making the poor man shiver and try to bat the other man’s face away. Unfortunately this was only a reminder of his poor arms being pinned out in front of him under his own pillow and his terrible boyfriend.

It was also a reminder to Itadori that he was going to be able to tease his sweet boyfriend for just a little bit longer without fear of being batted away.

“Ah, your arms got stuck? Let me help you then, Megumi,” Yuji said softly, letting his fingers lightly scribble upwards till they were just nestled under Megumi’s armpits. 

Megumi instantly jolted at the soft touch to what he knew was his worst spot, his head shaking back and forth as frantic giggles bubbled up out of his chest and his legs kicked out frantically behind him.

“D-Don’t you dahahahare, Itadori!  I swehehehar you’ll regrehehehet this!” he warned, though he knew that his threats were falling on deaf ears as he heard the man hum above him.  Then he felt an exploratory little flutter of Yuji’s fingertips against his death spot and he snorted as he tried and failed to bring his arms down once more.

“Hmm… I think this might be where you’re stuck?  Let me see if I can’t untangle you,” Itadori teased before instantly beginning to spider all over the completely vulnerable area, only just staying in place as Megumi squirmed wildly before falling into the most hysterical laughter yet.

“OH GAHAHAHAD!  NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!” Megumi cried out, his poor armpits absolutely defenseless against the ridiculous tickling of his boyfriend.  He tried to rock side to side to dislodge his menace, but Itadori stayed put, applying more pressure in the center of his armpits or right under the hollows near his upper ribs, always keeping the other sorcerer guessing and driving Megumi crazy with laughter. “What?  What was that, Megumi?” Itadori giggled, a bright smile on his face as he began to massage deep circles into the middle of Fushiguro’s armpits, making the man buck and snort like some sort of rodeo animal underneath him.

“TIHIHIHIHICKLES!” Megumi cackled, tears of mirth in his eyes as more laughter exploded out of him and leaving him unable to make a sentence any more succinct than that.  “YAHAHOU MAHAHAHAONSTER!”

"Huh?  What did you say?  Tickle monster? What nonsense are you talking about?" Itadori teased, unable to help using that word again and blowing a light raspberry against the side of Megumi’s neck, drawing out what could only be described as the world's most adorable squeal.

And with that noise now permanently etched in Itadori’s heart and memory he fell into his own heavy laughter, his fingers stopping their relentless attack as he rolled off his boyfriend to lay beside him.

As soon as he felt the weight of his boyfriend off of him and those evil, evil hands away from his worst spot, Megumi quickly pulled his arms down, curling in on himself as residual giggles continued to escape him and his tears of laughter still clung to his eyelashes.

The worst part of it all was that even though this had been a completely and utterly uncalled for attack… Megumi could honestly say he felt looser and more relaxed than he had in a long time.

Glancing over at his boyfriend, he could see that Itadori was still caught up in his own laughter at having gotten Megumi to make such a ridiculous noise thanks to something as simple as a raspberry.

Shaking his head as he continued to catch his breath, Megumi reached over and nudged the other man's shoulder, trying not to laugh along with Yuji’s infectious giggling.

“Oi!  It wasn’t that funny you monster!” he tried to chide, but that only seemed to urge on Itadori’s laughing fit.

“Ohoho my gahahad, Megumihihi!” Itadori cackled, covering his mouth as he laughed at the memory of that sweet sound still replaying in his head.  “Thahahat…. wahahas so c-cute!”

Megumi was now blushing for a whole other reason and rolled his eyes fondly.  “Well I hope you enjoyed yourself because that is the last time you are ever giving me a massage or catching me off guard like that again,” he warned playfully, watching as Yuji slowly began to calm down.

“Awww!  Don’t be like that, Megumi-kun!  You have the most wonderful laugh and it would be a shame never to hear it again!” Itadori cooed, making Megumi blush at his words though the smile still remained on his lips.

“I swear, you are without a doubt an absolute menace and I hope you know that I will be getting my revenge, Itadori,” Megumi warned, a playfully evil smile slowly emerging as he watched Yuji shift a little nervously.

“B-But… but I was just helping!  Besides… I’m… I’m not ticklish.”

“Oh?”

“Really!  It wouldn’t be worth trying!  Besides… what about your arm?  Aren’t you still sore?”

As they spoke, Megumi had already started to shift closer as Itadori tried to carefully inch his way back and off the bed.

But never let it be said that Megumi isn’t a man who plays fair.

“You. Ten seconds to run. Now.”

Itadori was off the mattress in a flash, the sound of his footsteps already sounding like a distant echo as Megumi sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

The smile that still remained on Megumi’s face was all the proof he needed that Itadori’s actions had honestly been as beneficial to him as he had thought, though he hadn’t quite anticipated how he would achieve it.

Standing up, he rolled his neck, feeling the stiffness all but gone from his muscles.

And now that he felt so invigorated, it was definitely time to give Itadori a taste of his own medicine.

“TEN!  Here I come, you menace!” he called out, racing out of his room to give chase to his ridiculous, wonderful, kind-hearted mischievous tickle monster of a boyfriend.

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Taste (NSFW)

Lmao basically using all 5 senses for Hux!

Anyways, here we have a fic that I am rushing to post because I want to write more lmao. I don't promise that this is my best considering how I did not revise(I need to stop being so lazy) and this is just me testing something about with Hux...I'm obviously still getting the hang of writing robophilia smut too so please bear with me ^^

Warnings/Notes: SMUT! AFAB Reader, Robophilia, Cunninlingus, Hux being Hux, Weird stuff, Slight tentacles???(Please tell me if you guys think I should add anything else)

Words: 3,250

“I have made a discovery.” 

The times when such a phrase came out from Hux’s voice box were not always the prettiest moments. Although he had started off as an android, he proved to be just as eccentric as the typical “mad scientist” trope entailed.

Afraid wasn’t the word to describe what you felt before asking “What is it you discovered, Hux?”, but perhaps it was uncertainty. An apprehensive feeling that would have never expected what would happen after Hux demonstrated his “latest physical development”. 

His theory was that the organic parts of himself had grown accustomed to the crystal displayed on his body, evolving him further than he believed possible. Rather than affect him conscious-wise, Hux instead…grew an extension of some sort. Extensions in fact. Miniature, snake-like extensions that protruded from within his face’s orifice. 

It had started with a simple demonstration that had quickly led to indecent thoughts on your part, and after all this time Hux knew how to read your mind perfectly. 

Thin tendrils that seemed to have bloomed from his organic flesh, sprouting from his mouth to fully exhibit to your curious eyes. Thin tendrils that snaked and toyed with your fingers that you had brought up to Hux’s features to better examine them. Thin tendrils that you quickly found slithering over your cheek before they came close to your lips.

Could you really blame yourself for having your mind be flooded with obscene thoughts?

Things had quickly progressed from you strolling through the tranquil land of Dvarka Deepwood to you gripping onto Hux’s body, face practically melding with his own as he stood as still as possible. But even with Hux’s stoic mannerisms, he himself could not remain in a single location as you fought against him. The robot stumbled backwards when you pinned your body against his, and he was soon able to catch himself when your lips away from him. 

“What the hell am I doing?” you breathed out once a sense of clarity hit you, mind pondering at how you basically threw yourself onto Hux once a fervor struck you so suddenly. Kissing Hux was a rather simple task, especially when considering that he frequently demanded that your affections befell him. But Hux kissing you…now that was a task that was impossible to challenge when taking into account that he did not possess such an ability due to his lack of lips and muscle movement. And now that he presented himself with a tool he could use for a form of kissing...you just couldn’t help yourself. 

“You are indulging yourself in what appears to be an attempt at the human act of ‘kissing’.” Hux replied to your rhetorical question which only caused you to release him to cover your face. Attempt.

“I know Hux.” you mumbled behind your hands before showing your face again, looking at him while his unemotional lights stared back at you. “I think I just got a little carried away with your…tentacle-tongue-whatever-it-is. Think I got excited at the thought of…”

“Reciprocation.” Hux chipped in with a twitch of his body, craning his head sideways as you realized his miniature tendrils were still out and about. Practically teasing you.  “It felt satisfactory.”

“What?”

“Your attempts…exceeded typical human limits.”

A chuckle escaped you at the sound of Hux’s attempted compliment, you at least hope that’s what it was. You could honestly say it made your heart skip a beat hearing a robot say your kissing skills weren’t disappointing. 

“So…what exactly does that entail?” You tilted your head before Hux moved forwards, just enough to lower his head that was buried into the crook of your neck. It was seriously getting harder to push certain thoughts away…

“This body requires more.” He announced which prompted you to widen your eyes, though it wouldn’t be the first time he’d ever insisted on something like that. Your own hormones were probably getting the best of you. “It lacks the perception of flavor.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and prepared yourself to pull away from Hux to look at him, but you were startled the second you felt his tendrils hit your exposed skin. Your hands shot up and grabbed onto his body, clawing into his figure once the realization hit. 

Everything was coming back to you, you couldn’t hold back the excitement that prompted you to take Hux’s head into your hands to resume your actions from before. Your own tongue slithered out from in between your lips before entangling itself with the many tendrils Hux provided. 

While you were able to taste the fleshy bits of his skin on the tendrils, you were sure Hux was savoring the desperation that dripped from your tongue. Hell even your body reacted with such an intensity, beginning to sweat while your chest rose both quick and without any rhythm. If anybody had advised you that you would experience such venereal instances with a murderous robot, you probably wouldn’t have believed them. 

But here you were with legs feeling weak despite no other physical pleasure being inflicted on you. Though perhaps that statement was wrong in its own way, and this was yet another thing Hux could sense. 

His left arm came around your body to press itself against the lower part of your back, caging you against him like every other time. 

You whined at the feeling as though you had been deprived of physical touch for too long. And you could admit that it was also so damn rewarding when Hux provided you with whatever form of intimacy his robotic self allowed. So damn gratifying like right now as his miniature tentacles toyed with your tongue before wriggling themselves in between your lips to explore your wetness. 

And you knew the feeling to be mutual with how Hux used his second arm to hold you, folding his scythe-like claw in an angle that prevented it from ruining the mood. While he pushed you further against him as if you were bound to leave him, his mouth pushed you back as he deepened the reach of his tentacles.

To your misfortune however, your body’s limitations were beginning to show when your lungs begged for some oxygen. Your hands removed themselves from Hux’s head to place a hand on the metallic parts of his right shoulder with your other hand placed flat against his chest. 

“Hu…Huxlee…”

“Why have you stopped?”

“Hol…hold up…I need to-” You let out a stammer after inhaling as deeply as you could, your breath of air immediately cut short when Hux’s tendrils attacked your mouth again. You were definitely NOT getting out of this one. Or perhaps…

Hux took back his actions and pulled himself away from you much to your surprise, finally giving you the time to catch your breaths with weary pants. 

“This is not enough.”

At this point, you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad statement. 

“This body requires more.” he repeated his phrase from before a mechanical whirring followed soon after, and Hux forced you to stand erect before removing his claws from you. Speaking of erect… “I sense your body is also in need of additional fulfillment.”

“Yeah…you could say that.” You panted before wiping your own saliva from your lips, staring intently at Hux who stepped forwards. You in turn stepped back, not to keep away from him but instead to find the stone structure you had been previously studying amongst the plantlife. 

“My sensors detect an increase in heat in your lower body.” Hux followed you until your bottom and legs clashed with the stone ramp that was meant to be a jumping location during trials, and you made sure to slightly lean back on it as comfortably as possible. He towered over you like every other time,visor looking straight at you before you peered down at the practically non-existent space between your and his lower halves. “Your form requires fulfillment.”

You could see that his self-made phallic apparatus had revealed itself, no doubt a while ago with how it stood and leaned against the cozy coveralls you wore. A jumpsuit you graciously borrowed from a locker in the colony ship, and a jumpsuit that was beginning to stain with whatever fluid was dripping from Hux’s appendage. With how it twitched against you, you were convinced it could sense the excitement radiating from your groin.

Fuck, if Dvarka’s humid nature wasn’t getting to you then clearly it was the hotness between you and Hux. A warmth bothersome enough that you unzipped the coveralls to reveal your tank top that had been clinging to your dampened skin. And your skin only proved to humidify further when Hux brought his head back to your neck, gliding his tendrils down to your collarbone  and eventually near your chest.

Fuck, it was hot. Too damn hot. Hot enough to have your hands scrambling on the zipper of your suit, desperately trying to take it off to cool yourself while also exposing yourself to the robot. 

However, Hux wasn’t having any of that. He didn’t have time to wait, he needed more now. And the twitching his body gave when he pulled away from your body was telling enough.

His left claw took you by surprise when he took hold of your jumpsuit with it, particularly the crotch area, before he ripped a portion of the material with complete ease. Hux’s head craned down to study your shocked self, your gasp signaling that he had revealed more than enough. 

“This body lacks a sense of taste,” his voice box rang out once he positioned himself, phallus placed against your wet sex. “I have studied the worms enough to know your flavor can be enhanced with enough pleasurable stimulation.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You what?” You weren’t surprised that he of course had been stalking your fellow survivors to learn-

“Ah-!” your thoughts were interrupted when you felt him easily fill you up without warning, and you threw your head back while gripping onto the structure beneath you. “Fuck, Hux!”

You removed your left hand from the stone to hold onto Hux’s metal arm once more as he continued to insert himself, your wetness allowing him to smoothly slide back out as you threw your head back. It was then that you parted your legs to both ground yourself a bit more and give Hux easier access, and he took this opportunity to step forwards so that he could plunge himself even deeper into you. 

The whirring of his mechanical parts sounded as he pulled out almost excitedly, robotic member in full view and drenched in your juices as he lay it against your hole again. After so many heated sessions with you, and the occasional “observing” of the survivors’ and killers’ sexual acts, the machine really had been learning. 

He knew the sudden emptiness would elicit a whimper out of you, that it would have you crying for more before he blithely obliged. He knew it would have you humping yourself against him, holding his hips in a desperate attempt to have him inside you again. 

It felt almost poignant, rubbing yourself against him before you reached out to his phallic device with a hand. It was crazy how crazy this robot made you feel, head dizzy at the thought of his sex and how it felt as though it was made for you. 

“Huxlee…please.”

“You succumb so easily.” The robot announced as he felt you pump him, and he finally moved his hips so that you could slide him right back into you. 

“So do you.” You gave out a breathy chuckle as you returned your hand to Hux’s side, pushing his body toward you so that he could completely bury himself inside you. A sigh of relief escaped you before Hux resumed his movements, sloppy thrusting resulting in Hux’s left claw moving up to take hold of your hip. 

He gripped onto you as if trying to steady himself, every thrust making his legs tremble just as your body began to slightly quiver. To steady himself even more, he threw his scythe beside you and over the vault, this being enough to scare some sense into you.

But even then you didn’t give a damn, instead shutting your eyes with an elated smile. The pleasure was beginning to take over you, mind becoming hazy the more Hux pushed his hips into yours. And in between all his thrusts you let him go with your dominant hand, now bringing your fingers to your wet clit. You began with some careful rubbing, making circular patterns that were quickly building up a sensitivity. And as that new feeling grew in your bud, you increased your pace before your back began to arch into Hux.

But the moment Hux caught sight of this, he removed his claw from your side before forcefully grabbing your fingers, bringing up your hand to his visor as he scanned the new fluids that coated it. Never once did he cease his pumping into you, in fact you were pretty sure his humping had sped up and increased in some force.

And when you opened your eyes to look at him, you were now certain of how eagerly he wanted to experience taste.  Once he took a proper look at your fingers, he brought them to his mouth where his tendrils immediately wriggled back out to lap up everything he could. 

You weren’t certain if the desperate licks were because he was trying so damn hard to taste something, anything…or if he finally acquired a new sense and was completely reveling in it. 

“Huxlee…” You lifted your head slightly higher to better watch him, soon enough feeling as his movements slowed down before coming to an easy stop. “No, no, no. Don’t do this to me aga-”

“This is not sufficient.”

Then what fucking was!? 

With your mouth agape, you watched in horror as Hux removed himself from you once he released your wrist and removed his scythe from behind the ramp. After how many times he had pulled such a stunt, you were almost sure it was now done on purpose. 

“Where are you going?” you questioned him with a fully flushed face, seeing as he took a step back to overlook your entire body. “Hux!”

“Get comfortable. Fast. Please.”

“Comfortable?” you made a face before his fingered claw placed itself on your chest, gingerly pushing you backwards so that your entire body lay on the stone ramp. Something told you it was best to bring your body as high on the ramp as possible, and thank the Entity you did. 

Despite Hux’s hunched stance, he proved to be too tall to reach his goal. Having you get up made it easier for him to bow his head down to the area between your legs, visor fixated on the wetness you continued to provide for his inquisitive self. 

“Something great is about to happen.” Of course he always had to bring in his damn lines like this was some damn video game. But as it seemed, something great was indeed happening. 

Before you were able to question Hux any further, you quickly found one of the robot’s tendrils lapping up the entirety of your slit, eliciting a sudden upwards jerk from your hips. Holy shit he had no mercy with the way those tendrils attacked your sex; it was almost as though each individual one had a mind of its own with how they parted your lips to pace their way inside you. 

You couldn’t help but writhe under Hux, whimpering, whining, nearly crying at this new sensation. Never in your entire life would you have imagined a makeout session with a robot that would eventually lead to him eating you out in this way.

The tendrils, despite being an extension of his damaged flesh, had their own kind of texture that proved to be softer and exceedingly nice against your flesh. And they were feeling up every inch they could find, every bit they could reach, letting you feel each and every one of them at all times. 

“Aah….Hux-” you managed to choke out before a gasp escaped your lips when one and then two tendrils found themselves deep inside you, your hands shooting out to hold his head that remained motionless unlike his new tongues. “Shit! Please…!”

“Your blabbering is satisfactory.” Hux voiced before his left claw held onto your waist, holding you in place after you jerked into him once more. “As is your squirming. Climax levels are swiftly rising.” 

And he was so right, because that usual knot in the pit of your stomach had been forming for a good minute now, tightening the longer Hux licked and toyed with you. More of his tendrils inserted themselves inside you, squirming inside your walls as if exploring some new cavern. Guess in a way that’s what it was to Hux. 

“Huxlee, I’m…” you panted with one more arch of your back, gripping onto his head with quick breathing that was as hot as your body felt. The heat only furthered your incoming orgasm while the cold feel of Hux’s claw brought a tingling. Oh fuck…it was becoming too much to handle on top of the feeling of Hux pulling you towards him as if it were even possible, spreading your walls ever so slightly. “I’m…I’m-”

Hux’s tendrils slid out from your hole to all collectively rub themselves against your clit, almost furiously to make your coming arrive even faster than you anticipated. And the robot was successful, catching you off guard by playing with your sensitivity that almost immediately made you cry out and throw your head further back. 

But although Hux knew you had finished against his mouth, fluids glazed over his orifice and tongues, he never stopped his licking. You squeezed your eyes shut while your sex had you twitching and squirming intensely, Hux taking full advantage of your current vulnerability. 

“Hux, please!” you whined as you continued to ride out your high, never able to catch a break or even a damn breath. “Hux…oh my god…please, I don’t have anymore…”

As your chest rose and went back down rapidly, your lips agape to try and catch your breath before you finally felt Hux removed himself. Quite hesitantly, but he managed to break himself away from you to give you your moment of recovery. 

You reopened your eyes to peer at the robot, vision almost blurry as the lustful fog remained in your mind. And looking into his visor’s lights, something told you he had the same sentiment.

“Did…did you get a taste?” you cleared your throat, ultimately shutting your mouth to ease your breaths. 

“Negative.”

Your eyes widened at Hux’s reply, shock coursing through you enough to make you instantly forget about your exhaustion. Meanwhile, Hux twitched his head before glancing down at your wet crotch in what you considered a predator-like stare.

“You’re joking.” You rubbed your eyes, not being able to contain a chuckle before you also took notice of his member that had not yet reached its satisfaction. 

“We must make another attempt.” Hux stepped close enough to rub said member against your still sensitive clit, making your legs wince before you looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Perhaps more stimulation involving insertion is required.”

“That just might be it.” you gave a breathy smile as you took hold of him, ready for the machine who was already gripping onto you. 

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Butterflies - Ch2 - Lies of P/Alice Madness Returns

Relationship: P/Alice Liddell

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53898544/chapters/136426825

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Summary: "But why go looking for other realities, when there's no guarantee you'll pass through to them?" "Because it’s an experiment, and I jolly well won't learn anything more about all this unless I try," Alice replied.

Having figured out how to slip in and out of Wonderland entirely, Alice Liddell sets off on a journey to find more realities around her own. When she follows a blue butterfly to Hotel Krat, she meets P. The more time they spend together, the more they feel as though there's someone else out there, just like them.

Chapter Two: How Alice had Afternoon Tea at Four in the Morning

Alice stepped into Hotel Krat, and came properly face to face with Sophia.

Sophia, who was as beautiful as her city. From her lacy skirts to her peacoat to her sky-blue hair, the same delicacy and elegance of her butterflies was in every part of her. She smiled at Alice, in welcome, and it made her feel as warm through as hot milk.

"I'm so glad you made it in one piece," she said, though she didn't step forward to greet Alice properly. She stayed by the great machine in the hotel lobby. At first, Alice thought it was a fountain, but she realised it was something else entirely. Something that still glowed with that blue hue she’d seen everywhere in the city.

The butterfly, Sophia’s messenger, at her side had dissolved.

"I have some past experience of dangerous places," Alice replied.

"Indeed." The smile widened. Her blue eyes were just as glittering as the butterfly’s wings. "I have a feeling you could help us, very much."

"Oh my, forgive me." There was another voice. A jerky, reverberating voice. It came from the front desk of the hotel.

A puppet manned the desk.

Alice's fingers tightened on the handle of her blade, but Sophia shook her head. Just slightly. She forced herself to relax. It was rather hasty to lump all puppets in the same category.

"We didn't believe there was anyone left in the city. No stalkers, at least." The puppet came around the desk, taller and wider than her. "My name is Polendina; I am the receptionist of Hotel Krat. All who seek refuge are welcome here."

Alice glanced to Sophia again. The puppet hadn't acknowledged her in the slightest. So, not everything was as it seemed. Even now, Sophia was stepping away. Retreating. Leaving her with this stranger.

In that case, she’d better remember good manners. "Thank you. My name is Alice. I've been told I'm here to lend a hand."

"Then, it is doubly fortunate you have found the hotel." There was a tick-tock from somewhere inside of the puppet – inside Polendina. "Consider this the base of the resistance. The last stand against the chaos Krat has fallen into."

Alice examined him. "You don't believe it's too dangerous a job for a girl?"

The puppet looked serious. His default was serious, Alice supposed, but he looked more serious. "You arrived her in one piece. That is proof that you are capable."

He may have been alarming at first glance, but Alice found that she was warming up to this puppet.

"I am afraid the residents of the hotel are currently asleep," Polendina continued. "However, I can show you to a room, and you can make your introductions in the morning – oh—"

The puppet broke off. Not everyone was asleep: a figure came down the lobby stairs, boots clucking, a greatcoat trailing in their wake. They moved like a storm of elephants, clearly not worrying about waking of the inhabitants.

The figure stopped, when it reached the great fountain-like machine, and Alice got her first good look at the newcomer.

It was a young man. He was perhaps her age, or maybe a year older, and there was a certain – muchness – about him, Alice thought. It was easier to start at the floor; at the aforementioned clunking boots, the long legs – then, better not to think at all about his waist, or his hips – the shape of his trousers and waistcoat and all that entailed. Even his coat made his shoulders look all the broader. He was a good head taller than Alice. She needed to tilt her head back to see his face.

A face framed by dark, curling hair, shining like polished mahogany. Without sounding too dramatic, he had the face of a prince from a storybook; both feminine and masculine at once, with freckles across his cheeks and eyes like sapphires.

Alice had never been one to care about boys. (Then, when had she chance? Asylums didn't leave much time for socialising.) She did know they were certainly not the alien beings other girls said they were, and most quite agreeable as friends. But she was very aware this boy was very handsome, and it felt like missing a step on the stairs.

And she was also aware her dress was caked with shingles and sea salt. That she was splattered with oil, and holding a very sharp knife. That her hair was damp from the rain and wild. And she'd never been one to care about looking ladylike, but she would have preferred to look somewhat more presentable, when meeting such a boy.

"Sir, this young lady has just arrived to seek refuge with us. That is alright, is it not?"

The boy's eyes glanced from her to the puppet. His face was quietly impassive. He nodded. Alice took advantage of his distraction to try wiping the vorpal blade on her dress, just to get the worst of the oil off. She tucked it in her waistband, just above the bow at the back.

"She has clearly come a long way. You will make her welcome, won't you?"

"I was planning to—" The boy gestured at the front door, not looking at her. Now he wasn't looking at her, she continued to examine him. He had a sturdy fencing blade at his side, and not only that, one of his arms was mechanical. Looked primed with its own weapon.

"Now, sir, you cannot be rude to our guest."

"No." Alice stepped back, too. "By all means, don't let me stop you."

He glanced back to her, his expression just as unreadable as before. She tried to school hers into a similar nonchalance.

"What would Lady Antonia say?" Polendina asked, and the boy wavered.

Another voice chirped at his side – at the glowing lantern, at his side. "Come on, pal, the monsters will still wait for us."

There seemed to be an internal struggle going on. Alice looked around for Sophia, but she was nowhere to be seen. When she looked back at the boy, he looked faintly annoyed.

So, she was making a splendid first impression.

"Welcome to Hotel Krat," he said. His voice was soft; it reminded her of lullabies. And, just like a prince, he bowed to her in greeting. Properly, his hand across his stomach, and not taking his eyes away from hers.

So, what could Alice do, but perform her best curtsey in response?

*

Polendina made them to sit in the dining room, whilst he prepared an afternoon tea. Made truly was the correct word – despite both Alice and the boy's protestations that it was unnecessary, he insisted upon it. It was “polite and proper,” he said.

Alice realised that his meant a lot to the puppet; these rules. Perhaps it was the only thing he had left to rely on. She gave in.

Though it was ludicrous. The dining hall was completely empty of other patrons, and felt like a gaping chasm. Of the dozens of white-clothed tables, theirs was the only that was laid. A complete afternoon tea, for the two of them.

Polendina rattled back to the desk, and left the two of them stood in front of the table, both primed to fight monsters, not make polite conversation.

"Well," Alice said, determined to break the silence. "I suppose they never did specify whether to have afternoon tea at four in the A.M, or four in the P.M."

She thought the boy smiled. The tiniest bit. It made her feel a flame-like flicker of pride. She brushed down her skirts – shingle fell to the worn carpet – and held out her hand.

"We might as well go about this properly. My name is Alice Liddell, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

The boy looked at her. He looked at her hand. His smile widened the tiniest bit more. Then he slipped his hand into hers. His right, which was the non-mechanical one. "I call myself P. No one else seems to use that name for me."

He didn't let go of her hand, though he didn’t shake on it, either. They stood there, holding each other's hands, and she wondered why no one called him his name.

"I see,” she said.

"You're meant to shake it." That same voice piped up from the lantern at the boy – at P's –side. "Or, if you truly want to act like a gentleman, you kiss it."

Alice pulled her hand away before he could do either, feeling a flare of panic at the thought. Ridiculous, she told herself, that she could be flustered by the prospect alone. P's hand lingered in the air. She couldn't look at his face; it was too earnest, his eyes too observant.

"Who's your friend?" she asked. It was safer to ask that. Much safer, because P used that lingering hand to unclip the lantern from his belt. He held it up, and Alice would see a small, dark figure inside. The figure of a cricket.

"This is Gemini. He guides my way."

Alice stared. For so long that her eyes stung from the light, but she could make out the tiny parts that built the cricket. Another machine.

"He's wonderful."

A cricket chirp came from inside the lantern that sounded proud of itself.

"Yes," P said. "When he's quiet."

Another chirp, and a, “Hey!”

Alice put her fingers to her mouth, to hide her smile, though she didn't know why. She felt much too aware of herself – felt much too jittery. Tea, she decided. She needed tea. She stepped up to the table. Tea would make her come to her senses.

"And you should offer the lady her chair, before she sits," Gemini continued.

"Oh, you don't need to," Alice said quickly. "I'm hardly a lady."

She fumbled to sit, but this time, P was quicker. He did pull the chair out for her, but then he looked completely lost for the next step. Completely lost to why he should be doing this, and if Alice was honest, she didn't understand all these rules, either.

Though it was easier to give in. "Thank you."

P nodded. It made his dark hair bounce. He didn't tuck the chair in under her, and Gemini didn't prompt him to – perhaps he was despairing at them both. Still, it was a relief. It was simpler to scoot the chair forward herself, whilst P stepped around her and took his own seat.

Alice busied herself with the teapot, pouring them both a cup with both hands. Better to keep her hands busy.

P watched her. She could feel those too-blue eyes examining her, and found herself wishing she'd actually leant this: learnt how to hold a proper tea party. Her only frame of reference was hers and Lizzie's, with her rabbit, and Lizzie's porcelain doll. They’d been light on the proper rules.

"How did you come to be here?" P asked. His hands remained on his lap.

Alice tucked her hair behind her ear. "I followed the blue butterfly."

P's eyes widened. He shifted and, for the first time, he looked interested. "Sophia?"

Alice nodded.

She saw him visibly relax; he looked relieved; and intrigued. He shifted forward again, more rapt on watching her than ever. Alice clenched her fingers on the teapot handle. Attention wasn't something she often received, and she’d always liked it that way. Handsome boys didn’t stare at girls like her, even in Wonderland.

"She said I had different Ergo." She put the pot down, carefully, and heard Gemini give another chirp at P's side. "But I'm afraid I don't know what Ergo is."

If P thought that was strange, he didn't tell her. Instead, he spoke calmly; explained Ergo powered puppets; powered almost everything in Krat; that it was mysterious. It was power – and life. Meanwhile, Alice put milk and small brown sugar cube into her tea, and stirred. Nodded, and sipped, and felt the drink do its work.

P had a nice voice; quiet and lilting. He spoke succinctly, and to the point. He watched the steam curling upwards from the teacups, but didn't move to take his own.

Ergo had made the puppets attack, though no one knew why – simply that it seemed to drive them crazy, and soon after, everything in Krat went wrong. Not just the puppets, but an outbreak of a deadly and unexplained disease. All P knew was that the puppets needed to be stopped.

“I am following Geppetto’s plan to save the city.

"And Geppetto is?" Alice reached for a scone. There were finger sandwiches on the platter, and tiny cakes, but scones were always the best part of afternoon tea. There wasn't any cream, which Lizzie would have called a crime, but she'd always preferred the jam and butter combination. Less sweet.

"My father." And P was even more unreadable than usual. He fiddled with his mechanical arm, clenching and unclenching the fingers of it.

Gemini was silent.

Alice knew when to avoid a subject. "Tell me what you've tried, so far?"

First, he'd liberated Krat Central Station, then Venigni ironworks factory, then fought a monster at a cathedral, and finally the King of Puppets himself. It had not solved the problem.

There was more. P seemed bothered by something. It was in the twitch of his fingers, and how he kept testing his arm. Alice knew about that; everyone had their own soothing method in the Asylum.

So, she didn't press further - who was she, to do so? She had plenty of her own secrets that she didn't want to talk about. It would even be ruder than resting her elbows on the table (and she was doing that anyway, so best not to push it further).  

She'd finished half of her scone, when she noticed that P's tea was still untouched, and his plate still empty.

"Are you not eating?" she asked.

P looked at the food. His blue eyes met hers, the lashes long, and dark. "I'd break."

The realisation hit her, then. This wasn't a young man sat opposite her. This was—

She went to stand. Had a hand on table. "You're a..."

Puppet. This boy was a puppet. He wasn't eating because he couldn't eat.

Alice forced herself to stop. He wasn't a threat. Just like the butler wasn’t a threat. Just because some puppets had gone into this frenzy, didn’t mean he would too. It was terrible to lump him in with all the others. And how could she judge him, even for a moment? Especially as he'd been nothing but courteous.

Especially as he didn't seem surprised or annoyed at her reaction. He looked resigned, as he took his own hands off the table, and back into his lap, like a scolded schoolboy.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Truly. It's not – I'm not – you're different, to the others."

"I know," P said. "I can do things other puppets can't. I don't have to obey the creator’s orders, and I can lie."

"Very well." Alice felt desperate to make up for her shock. Desperate to act as though everything was alright. "Tell a lie."

P considered. His eyes were the same vibrant hue as the butterfly’s wings. "You're not beautiful."

"That was your lie?"

"Yes.”

He’d called her beautiful. Alice would have preferred that he go crazy and attack her. It was better than sitting opposite him, frozen. Frozen and feeling heat climb her cheeks. She hated blushing; she was so pale she looked ridiculous, when she did. She ducked her chin, her heart pounding. And suddenly she did need to stand. Needed to step away from the table and take a deep breath.

Alice Liddell was not beautiful. She knew that. Lizzie had been.

P stood too. "I don’t want to upset you."

"No, it's just—" She turned back to him, feeling helpless, and ended up taking another step towards the windows. The curtains hadn't been pulled. It was pitch dark outside. She could see herself reflected in the window. Her side eyes stared back at her, manic. "It's just it's been a very long day. I didn't think I would be shipwrecked and then having afternoon tea in the middle of the night."

P had mirrored her movements. Stood opposite her, just far enough away for comfort. He nodded, not as though he understood, but as though he was trying to. How could he, though, when Alice didn’t understand her reaction herself?

"What I meant was, you look different." It was easier to pretend that last part of conversation hadn't happened. "You don't have the—"

She gestured to her own chin, and, to her mortification, found a smear of jam there. She tried to wipe it off without P noticing. He'd mirrored the movement, and once he understood what she meant, nodded again. He opened his mouth, as though he was going to say something more, but then seemed to think otherwise.

Alice gripped her elbows, so tightly that the points of them stung like daggers into her palms.

She couldn't say it whilst she was looking at him. She had to stare, determinedly, at the table and the barely touched food. Her heart rallied against her ribcage. "But you're very handsome, yourself."

When she dared a peak at P's face, she saw he was looking in the opposite direction too. That he was just chancing a peek back at her, and then away.

Alice squeezed her eyes shut, for a moment. How was it, in a world full of frenzied puppets and phantom butterflies, this was the agonising part?

She'd happily take monsters over this, any day.

[0oolookitsme]

A Day Made Better

Type- Blurb

Verse- Marvel-Actress!Y/n x Marvel-Actor!Harry and Marvel-Actor!Tom Holland

Warnings- None that I can see, but please do tell me if there's any I should put!

Word Count- 912

A/N- I'm slipping back into writing a lot now. Like, I've literally got two more fics saved up and ready to be posted in my drafts and I'm onto working another one. You believe me now? Good. I hope you enjoy reading this <3

Description- Y/n isn't having the best day of her life, Tom can't seem to stop falling and Harry is just too good at making people happy with his little jokes.

It'll be a lie if they were to say that they 'didn't even try' to keep Harry from joining the duo of Tom and Y/n.

Cause they did, they really did try their best. Alas, sweat broke on their foreheads as they lost the unconfirmed battle. But that doesn't mean they are at peace now, oh that's such a no. Perhaps that's why they were gatekeeping Harry, to save them from any greater number of chaotic plans plotted against them.

Every morning, Harry is the first to arrive at the set. Followed by eating-something-Y/n and then a disheveled Tom. And everyone loves their presence but somedays they want nothing more than to tie the three up and throw them in some random deep pit.

Today, majority of the marvel actors are on the set because of some random interview filming which apparently required to them to be on the set. This made the lot who wasn't in the camera view feel annoyed- not sure with the interviewers or with the ones who are being interviewed.

Whatever the option, Y/n is most definitely annoyed with both.

She's been asked to come on set at 5am in the morning, since the last two weeks. Well, everyone has been. But today wasn't like just any other days, no. She had gotten her periods last night, which she blames to make her cry last night. In the morning when she woke up, she was met with her unpleasantly puffed-up eyes, causing her to cry almost again especially when her hair wouldn't get in a proper braid.

At the end, she washed her face with cold once again, looked away from the mirror and threw her hair in a hand curated bun. And, as expected, it looked better than anything.

Then when she arrives on set, she sees Tom on the ground looking like an embarrassed five-year-old, and Harry who's standing right behind him, clutching his stomach and laughing his lungs out while providing his friend with his arm for support.

That did turn the corner of her lips up a tad bit. But when she was told how there wasn't going to be any shooting done today because of interview she and the other two are not a part of, she felt like ripping her hair off her scalp.

She had asked if they could go back then, but the answer she received might be the reason she's sitting in a corner as she registers the fact that this day was going to go down the sink of moodiness.

"Let me tell you a joke," Harry came to sit down beside her, his thigh touching with hers and y/n's not sure if it's because his love language is physical touch or just an unintentional thing. Either thought makes her smile a little. "But you'd have to participate in this one- just once!"

"So, a papa tomato, a mummy tomato and a baby tomato were walking down the street. The baby tomato was walking too slow and got a little behind the parent tomatoes. That made papa tomato mad, and he squished the baby tomato, telling him to: 'ketchup!'" Harry shrieked at the last word and started giggling himself before fixing his eyes on y/n's mouth to see if it made her smile even.

It's like she's laughing, but she doesn't want to laugh- like she wanted to remain sad. Which makes Harry bump his shoulder with hers and laugh along.

Y/n feels something brush on her back before the third musketeer's voice follows. "What's so funny, eh?" He asks as he tries his best to sit down in his kinda tight skinny jeans. "Tell me too, my day hasn't been very heartful either. It's been rather hurtful," he continues himself, squeezing out an unexpected laugh by the other two.

"He's been falling on his ass all morning long," Harry tells y/n as he calms down, still giggling every once in a minute. Though when he sees y/n frown in amusement, he goes on full tryna-convince-her mode. "Like literally!"

"I've fallen what, three times? And what did you do about it, other than wheezing huh?" Tom defends himself from the other side.

"What else could you expect me to do? Massage your arse??"

This snatched a wheeze from y/n's lungs as her body shrinks down. Clutching her stomach, she rises back up and starts to clap while still laughing hysterically.

"Shut up," Tom mumbles, the tops of his cheeks reddening as if someone pinched them.

Harry sputters out laughs as y/n and Tom tell him more about the pranks they have pulled on the rest of the cast members before. But none of them pulls a laugh as loud as the can toppled over Tom's head does.

"Should I throw the other two too, or are you guys coming here to get them?" Sebastian shouts from quite afar with two more cans in his hands.

"No wait! We're coming!" Y/n manages to string the words together in the middle of another wheel of laughter, all while Harry helps her up and Tom cusses out Sebastian.

With the cans finally in their hands, they come back to sit back at their spots. The time followed by goes like that, Y/n spilling her drink as she opens her can, Tom almost slipping over the same drink as he stands up to enact a scene from his favourite movie he was describing and Harry throwing lame jokes here and there.

Tagging- @onecrazydirectioner @tatehuxley222 (you both requested for a part 2 :)) | @marvel1dhp @eloquentree (you both asked to be tagged in all the works <3)

Feel free to reply under any of my original posts or send in an ask requesting to be added in the tag list <3

[the-lost-girl-in-the-tardis]

A piece of me. A part of you.

Pairing: The Doctor x reader

Reader type: Gender neutral

Song: Roslyn- Bon Iver

Warnings: N/A

An: It has been a hot minute lol. I'm thinking about doing a mini series of various one shots with a specific type of reader in mind. This is mostly just a quick idea of sorts to figure it out. I'll be tagging all of these ones, if I do it, as readerreader until I figure out a better name lol. Anyways enjoy this one! Any feedback is welcome!

"Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the color gold."

- Victoria Erickson, Edge of Wonder: Notes from the Wildness of Being (via woodlandfawn)

"Are you mad at me?" You asked. Your voice wavered. Spoke the pain you felt.

"Mad?" The Doctor asked softly. Held you closer in his arms. "Why would I be?" He trailed off. Pulled your hand into his. "Y/n." A whisper. Your name is uttered in such soft reverence.

"Please Doctor." You sounded meek. Tired. God so tired. "Tell me." You look up. Your damp cheek still pressed to his chest. "Please."

He brought your hand to his lips. Layed a kiss on broken and bloody knuckles. His jaw clenched. His eyes soft as he looked at you. "Never. Not of this."

.

.

.

He held a lifetime of sorrow. Carried it in a body hewn of ancient stone. Drowned in a pain beyond your comprehension. The Doctor has faced beings claiming God has spoken to death and was spared her hallowed curse. Yet he came out the victor. The lone man in a blue box condemned to live out a life loss and ruin.

There are times you catch a glimpse of him. Genuine moments of his joy. Of his love for learning. Such as now. On a cool, crisp day. Breathing in the mountain air of a foreign planet. He speaks to you, almost tripping over his own tongue as he tells you of the planets history. Its people. He tells you of events as if he has lived them. And perhaps he did. Watched as the first mountains formed.

Did he hold his breath as the first green sprout rose from rich soil? Did he know of that tree? Breathed in the air it gave as it towered miles high into the air? The crown of it touching the clouds. Daring to break the atmosphere and touch the stars just as he did.

You say nothing. Hold his hand while he speaks. You look into eyes that have seen both the birth and death of the universe.

If you listen. Catch your breath. You can hear the TARDIS. The cry of alien animals. Although the Doctor would tell you that "You are just as alien to them as they are to you." You smile at the memory that thought brings up. On a far warmer planet that had a sky of deep violet hues.

Your face warms when the Doctor waves a hand in front of you.

"Are you even listening? I am being very clever you know." You chuckle. Slightly embarrassed at being caught lost in your thoughts.

"I am. I promise. I just." You pause. Get lost in the look he gave you. One brow rose and a flicker of a smile on his lips before he looks away.

You would give anything to see yourself through his eyes. To see what he saw in you. To know what he deemed worthy enough to keep you around.

"Come along then." The Doctor pulled you towards a worn foot path. "There's a town nearby that I want to show you. It has the nicest little shops." Slowly he fades out. Eyes following the curve of your profile. Lost in the look of your eyes. A fresh view in the planet he often visited.

Yet you were the first companion he brought here. The first to view this small piece of peace he so desperately clung to. And he showed you as if to say. Here I am layed bare, open. See the part of me that I keep hidden. Please notice the peace. The untainted memory he so desperately held onto.

His own lips copy the curve of your smile. Finding his own happiness at your joy of another alien world. Caught in new sights and smells. He watches as you call out. Greet people unknown to you.

You have grown since you've first met. No longer cold and calloused to the world. Finding your own softness after being walled off for so long.

You nod as you pass yet another. The people of this planet range in brillent hues of blue. Each of them shifting darker in shade as they age. Their "hair" was a tuble like tendrel that they held great care for. They decorated them with jewels and golden clasps. Horns sprouted from the tops of their heads. Curling like a rambs as they grew older. From this was draped a sheer fabric. A religious practice for some. They have four arms. The bottom set wrapped around their torso when not in use.

You nod your head at a passing couple clothed in deep green hues. A child between them skin such a pale blue it was almost white. Your head nods. Eyes closed. The Doctor copied you from by your side.

A polite greeting that they copy in turn. They tell you of festivities being held in town. An important one for them. Something only held every one hundred years.

These people live for centuries. A long life of peace and deep appreciation of the arts and sciences. They yearn and crave knowledge.

The Doctor grins. Laughs and waves goodbye at the family and pulls you further down the path. Through fog covered trees and over a stone bridge. His hand still in yours as you reach the town.

And oh it was stunning. Filled with the laughter of children and foreign food wafting in the air. Sweet and aromatic. Spice intermingling with the pine like scent of the woods.

What you could only call orbs floated high into the hair. Multi colored balls all shades of the rainbow

Children ran past you. The Doctors hand slipping from your own. His gaze follows the children running towards the bridge you just crossed. Their laughter rung. High and bright.

With a hand between your shoulders the Doctor leads you towards various stalls. Having you try different foods. Drinks. Even getting you a trinket or two. Silver bangles on your wrists. A new ear cuff shaped like a dragon from Earth's folk tales. Takes that held some tune of truth to them.

The day blends into the night. Your full. Body satisfied by a different blend of food. Even so you held a warm drink in your hand. The Doctor had lead you to a high hillside above the town. The two of you sat on dewy grass beneath twin moons.

You shivered. Wishing you had brought a warmer jacket. You took a sip of your drink. Sweet and almost chocolaty. It was caffeinated almost like a coffee. You bumped your shoulder against the Doctor who in turn nudged you back. "Why did we come up here again?" You asked. The Doctor smiles.

"They hold a light show. Drape thier bodies in the floating lights you've seen all night. " His voice is soft. Far off in a memory. One you're soon about to make. "They dance. Tell the story of their people. It's a long one. Sad and filled with pain and trauma. But they tell it. Teach their young about their history and just how difficult peace was to achieve." He begins to add more but stops when the dancing begins.

Light waves. Rolls across the town like water on the ocean. Breaking and scattering when it hits the edge of their home.

They dance and sing. So much pain and sorrow held in their story. It calls out to you. Transfixes you. It also speaks of hope. Of faith.

The Doctor says nothing. Watches you as you watch the town. Colors dance across you skin. Flash in your bright eyes. You face is soft. Small minute expressions only he could see. He has seen this a thousand times and will a thousand more. But he thinks. Just this time. He is seeing it for the first time again through you. And it stills his hearts. Warms his chest.

He sees a part of himself in you. A desperate need to learn. To see. And he knows you see yourself in him to. The hurting. The pain. The coldness. Often he wonders how the both of you got along. How the both of you balance each other out.

You got to grow softer. Learn to give a kindest you so desperately fought for. Learn to give it to others so that you to may get it.

The Doctor got to see things in fresh eyes. To relearn the reason why he ran off in that blue box in the first place. He saw a piece of himself in you. And perhaps you part of himself in you.

[stargazer-sims]

Nikolai: Are you okay?

Eden: My stomach hurts.

Nikolai: Want a peppermint?

Eden nods in affirmation, and then laughs despite how he’s feeling. This is classic Nikolai. Somehow, he always knows when a serious response is required or when a peppermint and a reassuring hug will suffice.

Eden has no words to express how much he’s felt the absence of even the smallest things they share. Like one-armed hugs, and Nikolai’s inexplicable fondness for those clear peppermint hard candies, for instance. He has some of them on him pretty much all the time, and he seems to think they can soothe Eden’s less serious hurts and fears.

He’s not wrong about that, though, Eden decides. They can, or maybe it’s the kindness with which Nikolai offers them that does the trick.

Eden takes the candy that Nikolai produces from his pocket, unwraps it, and puts it in his mouth. The taste is both sharp and sweet, and he takes a few seconds to savour it. He smiles.

Eden: Thanks.

Nikolai: Better?

Eden: No, but yeah… I guess, a little? I’m glad you’re with me. I mean, I’m kinda scared of Mr. Nishijima, and I don’t know how to tell him he’s fired without him getting mad. Or without me throwing up from anxiety.

Nikolai: That’s a new development.

Eden: Me being anxious, you mean?

Nikolai: I’ve seen you nervous, but never what I’d call anxious. Certainly never so anxious that you feel sick.

Eden: You don’t know Mr. Nishijima. He has that effect on people.

Nikolai: No, I don’t know him, but I’ve done my homework. Let’s say I probably have more information about him than he has about me.

Eden: You Googled him?

Nikolai: I did more than that. He's an Olympic medalist, you know, and believe it or not, they had video back then. I've watched some old footage. He was quite brilliant, and surprisingly not a powerhouse like Ren Kitagawa. Actually, the way he moved reminded me a lot of you.

Eden: I know they had video back then. It’s kinda hard to believe Mr. Nishijima had a similar style to mine, though.

Nikolai: I’ll show you. We can watch the video together.

Eden: You really did a bunch of research on him?

Nikolai: I had to know who was taking care of my boy, didn't I?

Eden: I'm glad I'm still your boy.

Nikolai: You'll always be my boy, even when we're both older than your Mr. Nishijima and we can barely remember what we did an hour ago.

Eden: *laughing* When you forget my name and you just yell across the room in a creaky old man voice, 'Boy! Come over here and tell me what we did this morning'.

Nikolai: I won't forget your name, but even if I did, I'd never yell at you to make you come to me. I'd just give you the look. You know the one I mean.

Eden: The one you learned from my mom. The one that has the exact same effect as other kids' moms yelling their full name from the back door.

Nikolai: Yes. That’s the one. Works like a charm every time.

Eden: Maybe you can try it on Mr. Nishijima.

Nikolai: Somehow I suspect it wouldn’t have the same impact on him.

Eden: No, probably not. What are we going to do if he gets angry? What if he yells at you?

Nikolai: There’s nothing we can do if he’s angry. He’s the only one who can control how he reacts, and he has every right to be upset. He might not be as angry as you think, though.

Eden: What? How do you know?

Nikolai: Have you ever wanted something really badly and not gotten it, but you got something else instead? A good thing, but not the thing?

Eden: Yeah. Like how I wanted gold at the Worlds last year, but got bronze?

Nikolai: How did you feel about that?

Eden: You know. You were there. I was happy I placed in the top three, but I was also sad and disappointed, ‘cause I worked really hard and I thought I was going to do better.

Nikolai: I might be wrong, but I think perhaps Mr. Nishijima feels a bit like that. I’m sure he wanted to be with Ren all the way to the Olympics, just like you and I are going to be, but he’s not going to have that chance now. Instead, he got you, and I doubt it’s been anything at all like he expected.

Eden: So, I was right. He hates me because I’m not Ren.

Nikolai: I doubt he hates you, but you most definitely are not Ren, and I’m sure he thinks about that a lot.

Eden: Oh. I never really thought about this being hard for him. I was only thinking about myself.

Nikolai: It’s difficult to see things from somebody else’s perspective when you’re hurting.

Eden: Do you think that’s why he’s so awful to me, too? Like, he’s hurting a lot himself, and so he can’t see that he’s hurting me?

Nikolai: I don’t know, but that may be part of it.

Eden: I guess he does have a right to be upset.

Nikolai: Yes, but that doesn’t give him a pass for mistreating you. He may not realize how much he’s actually been hurting you, but he’s got to be intelligent enough to realize you’re not responding to him the way Ren did. Shouting louder isn’t the answer, which he’d know if he’d pulled himself out of his fog of self-pity or whatever it is and taken the time to get to know you.

Eden: Good luck telling him that.

Nikolai: Luck won’t have anything to do with it. What do I always say?

Eden: There is no luck, only hard work, good planning, trust, and the determination to do your best.

Nikolai: Good. All my wisdom hasn’t left you, then.

Eden: All your wisdom is what got us this far. I can’t forget that.

Nikolai: You give me way too much credit. It’s you that got us here. But, my point was, people don’t succeed in this business by luck, and not by bullying and alienating others, either. That’s what I intend to say to Ichiro Nishijima. If he ever wants another student at the same level as you and Ren, he’ll pay attention and keep that in mind.

[reel-fear]

Susie X Wally is one of those Bendy ships I'm STILL super mad didn't catch on considering I've shipped it ever since Chapter 2 was released and I think it's one of the cutest/most compelling ones out there.

The playful, kind, but not always smart janitor falls in love with one of the stars of the show. Their female lead, this stunning actress he only sees through the glass of her recording room. She's always so good to him when they do interact and it only makes her being so far hurt that much more. He's scrubbing the floors while she's up on level 9 singing with a voice that melts his heart.

She's above him, up in the heavens, this flawless angel and he's just a guy working to survive down on Earth. Is it wrong to want to see her come down so he could kiss her? One kiss, for him to hold onto forever, it's so small, so simple, and yet it's too silly of a need to ever voice, isn't it? Why would she ever want to kiss him? She's angelic, a goddess, and with no riches or anything to his name he can give, how could he ever find a gift worthy of her?

Meanwhile, Susie has always loved Wally's company; he makes her laugh and is so sweet. She doesn't think Sammy should be so hard on him. Sure, he's not always clever, but his heart's always in the right place… He's always doing what he thinks is right despite his humble status as the janitor, and perhaps that makes him a far better person than she is… She's supposed to be this angel, Alice Angel, but she wasn't good enough for the job, Joey convinced her of that despite all her efforts to keep him out.

She wasn't perfect, and how could she ever admit that to anyone? How could Wally ever love her when what he loved was that image of perfection she used to hold up? She doesn't think he could ever love her for her inner beauty, for her passionate and sweet nature. How could she ever think he loved her when she couldn't even love herself? She was ugly, inside and out.

Then this story of an Actress and Janitor turns into one about an Angel and Wolf.

The Angel hunting down the Wolf to make herself beautiful.

The Wolf cannot tell her all the thoughts swimming in his head. His voice has been stolen from him and all he can think about is how the Angel was always beautiful. How she is beautiful; Joey was wrong, and everyone who told her she wasn't enough was wrong.

But Susie is so far away, and the Angel is all that remains of her now. All he wants to tell her is that he never cared for the image of perfection that Susie struggled against. The image of perfection that's consumed her. He wants to tell her his name, but Wally is drowning in an inky abyss and the Wolf is the form he takes now. He must play by its rules, no matter how much he wants to speak to her. He's been assigned his role in this sick and twisted story… They both were, and they cannot escape them now.

The Angel guts him all while telling him how pretty he will make her, how she will be perfect, and prove to Joey he was wrong. She wants to be perfect so that she can deserve the love of her fans, can deserve the love she wanted from Wally.

She's blind to the fact she always had the janitor's affection, just a few feet below her balcony it was hidden in his heart, and he didn't love the Angel… He loved Susie.

But Susie is so far away, and the Angel is all that remains of her now.

If only he had brought her down from Heaven as he yearned to; holding her gently in his arms as if she were made of glass, so delicate. How could he have known at the time someone would push her down from cloud nine and send her spiraling down to Earth?

Where she shattered from the realization of how human she is.

Perhaps all the time he spent putting her on such a pedestal did nothing but lengthen the time she would spend falling…

Maybe the reason he's only thinking of this now is because soon he won't be able to think at all.

Being strapped to a table doesn't let you do much else besides think after all…

[captain-apostrophe]

20 questions for fic writers

How many works do you have on AO3? 56!

What's your total AO3 word count? 866,338

What fandoms do you write for? Just MDZS/The Untamed, though in my misspent youth there was one multivolume handwritten Lord of the Rings fanfic.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. we both know better (maybe we don't) 2. the hand is a voice 3. not mad about it 4. hard to say (it's all for you) 5. alone at christmas?

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do, though occasionally it takes me a minute to find the juice to do so. I guess it feels nice to acknowledge that I've seen and appreciate the comments people leave!

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't think there's any contest that Confluence is the tearjerker, though does it count as angstiest if it's technically a positive/bittersweet ending and not actually a sad one? Maybe one of the prompt fics - perhaps Play, where Xue Yang re-enacts a grisly past life's fate.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I'm not sure that's really quantifiable when almost everything I've written has more or less had a happy ending. If it's not cheating to choose a WIP, probably WBKB since the eventual epilogue is about everybody involved having their happily ever after.

Do you get hate on fics? Not generally. I did get some anon hate at one point that was stressful but I don't even remember what it was about. Shipping Jiang Cheng with Nie Huaisang when certain unhinged people wanted JC for themselves, possibly.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yep. The kind is anything I find hot, I guess. Does this mean is it het? Is it vanilla? Well once it was gay noncon between a guy and a very mean mermaid so... I'd say "all kinds".

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Nope! I've written a few short fics putting the characters into other media in the place of its characters (Howl's Moving Castle, GBBO, some Shakespeare) but I don't tend to see the appeal of merging two different casts together.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of, so... fingers crossed!

Have you ever had a fic translated? Someone did start a translation of Not Mad About It into Russian, but that's all I'm aware of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope, but I also haven't written much that wasn't heavily plotted, planned, polished and generally discussed to death with @megalodont

What's your all-time favorite ship? If we base this on who I've spent the most time writing about it'd be SangCheng, but I wouldn't say I really have one favourite. I like some and not others, and my preference varies.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I don't think I should answer this without my lawyer present (aka I would really love to finish every one of them, and a couple planned sequels too, but unless my mojo comes back from the war with a serious second wind I don't think it's realistic to hold my breath for any of it)

What are your writing strengths? Settings. I love to describe a place, to make it a character.

What are your writing weaknesses? Um lately? Getting words onto the page.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? For myself? I would have to rely on machine translation or have someone else do it, both of which have obvious downsides. For people doing it in general? It can be interesting when the intention is for the POV character (and therefore the audience) not to know what's being said, but otherwise it's distracting at best and pulls me completely out of the story.

First fandom you wrote for? Lord of the Rings. It was at the height of my Karl Urban phase so probably revolved around Eomer. I wonder if I still have it in a box somewhere.

Favorite fic you've written? I'm really fond of quite a few of them, and it's always hard to narrow anything down to a single favourite (seriously, people have to stop asking me to choose just one of anything!), but Run might be the one I'm saddest not to get through. The vibe was so fun, I loved the magic system, and I think adding that to the source material really elevated it into something quite special.

Thanks for the tag, @mulberrylotus! I know that nobody ever takes "if you're reading this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged" seriously but I'm pretty out of things at the moment so... if you're reading this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged? I love seeing people fill these out and hate the anxiety around tagging folks so.

[sunny-bunnys-blog]

A little fic about Ryoga/Shark and Astral/Apis's relationship before he ran away in my New Dawn AU :) btw, the flashback happens before Apis founds out that Adonis is his dad.

Italics = flashbacks

The school roof was always a strange comfort to Apis, even before his new friend group he just... Enjoyed being up there.

Apis had finished his lesson earlier than intended so he was given permission to leave class, this giving him time to be on the roof by his self for some time.

As he breathes in the pure air, a familiar, warm feeling snaked its way into his mind. He missed the days spent with Yuma and the others on the roof of Heartland Academy, but there was someone else he missed

Ever since Astral had used the numeron code, he was able to venture away from Yuma and the key. Though it was nice, it was extremely lonely to do so due to him being invisible to 98% of the population.

One particular cloudy day, he had decided to float to the roof after becoming bored of the lesson that Yuma was no doubt sleeping through. And there, he met a familiar face.

Ryoga Kamishiro seemed to be unkempt, his tie loosely tied and his hair knotted in multiple places, his eyes having bags under them.

There had been a incident after the war where many people turned their backs on the Barians, believing that they were no better than feral beasts, leading to harassment landing upon them. There was no doubt that 'Shark' had fallen victim to some of that horrid treatment.

"Oh, Astral." Ryoga said, looking at him with the dull expression. "Out of all of the people I expected to see me here, you were definitely not on the list. How are things?"

In truth, Astral felt awful for not being able to stop Ryoga and and the Barians from being harmed by people who failed to understand, but he didn't dare say it in fear of being misread and making it about himself.

"It has been well." "I can't help but notice that Yuma isn't with you, is that new? Or were you too scared to leave him before now?" 'Shark' teased, causing the Astral being to pout and turn away.

But even still, he couldn't help to giggle at the comment. "Perhaps. But, what about you? Are you not supposed to be in a lesson at this moment?" The comment made the former Barian emperor fall silent.

It was obvious, even if he didn't say it, constantly having to avoid the harassment had taken everything out of him, and it broke Astral's heart. "I apologize, you do not deserve that treatment, nobody does." "Hey, on the bright side, I don't have to deal with Rio's annoying voice or Vector, so I'm chill with it."

"Let's just say that people aren't treating me and the others the best, especially after all that's happened. So to avoid people ganging up on all of us, we've decided to not be seen together and not show up to lesson." He says, his tone more flat than it ever has been.

Astral laughed a bit more. After that day, they would never fail to meet on the roof each day to just... Talk. Talk about what? Anything really, they had found a comfort within one another that would be considered as taboo not even a year ago.

Apis held his phone and stared at the contact. It was Ryoga's. His mind was telling him to message him, assure him that he was okay and still alive, try to reach out. But his body wouldn't move, he was petrified.

What if 'Shark' didn't remember him? What if he was mad at Apis leaving without telling him? What if he tried to track him down? His mind filled with horrible possibilities before he was brought out of those thoughts by Yuki.

"Hey, Apis! How are ya doing?" Yuki clung around Apis's neck. "Oh! Hi, Yuki. I'm doing well, how about yourself?"

They were soon greeted by their others friends. "Honestly Yuki, and here I thought you only liked me." Minako said, making Yuki let go of Apis before clinging around her girlfriend.

"oh come on, you know you're my fave!" "Ew, get a room you two." Hayate said, smirking as he walked over to Apis.

As per usual, Saki was the last one there by 10 seconds, talking to Apis.

"You alright? I saw you leave class early, did anything happen?" Apis's face softened, putting his phone away before talking to his friends. Telling Ryoga could wait, at least for now

[offrozenmemoirs]

[ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) / sino -> seraph. idea being that sino spritz perfume on seraph's collar bone because SSS is getting ready for a party or smth. :) ? ?

The Five Senses || Accepting! @allthatisleftinthedark

Seraph feels his nerves rising as he thinks about this party they're supposed to be going to. He remembers the last time they went to a party and it almost spelled the end of his journey with the rest of them. Though he can admit, part of his feelings back then were because of far too many revelations that were hitting him all at once. He feels one of the many scars adorning his body ache at remembering the Winter Ball. It feels almost odd to relax, even if only for a little while.

[I thought I'd be used to large crowds now. I'm certainly used to the cacophony of voices from the deathwatchers along with Pharasma.]

The elf grimaces as he looks at himself in the mirror. He's never used to not wearing some sort of armor when he's out in public, or the weight that it brings with it. There's a firmness to the familiar presence of his armor, compared to the suit he wears now.

"I know you don't like the bigger crowds, but you look quite dashing! It's nice to see you outside of your armor."

Seraph gives a wry smile at the sound of his lover's voice, turning around.

"I think you're only saying that because you enjoy seeing how tight this dress shirt is around my chest...I knew that dress shirts were going to be a bit of a problem but..."

[This is ridiculous...I can't even get the damn thing buttoned up all the way over my chest. I can't wear a tie or anything with this. I know it's not an entirely overly formal party, but I hate the idea of being stared at.]

Soup has the gall to look offended at Seraph's insinuation, and gives a mock gasp of surprise.

"Please, me objectify you? Perish the thought, love! I simply speak the truth."

Seraph rolls his eyes, but the smile is still there as he turns back around. He supposes that Soup does have a point. He's at least smart enough to have scoped out the area where this party was. Call him paranoid, but he had Freya carry his gear to the rooftop. He could ascend easily enough, given that he could leap about forty feet into the air nowadays. Just in case he told himself.

[One of these days, someone's going to tell me I'm going to drive myself mad by expecting to be attacked all the time. Well, Seira at least wouldn't be one of those people. Sino too, probably.]

Seraph sighs, he thinks that there's something missing from the whole thing.

"Ah, Seraph, there you are!"

Sino's voice enters the room and he turns to look at her. She held a bottle of...perfume? The gnomish woman comes up to him.

"Why don't you try this? I think it'll compliment you quite well."

Seraph nods, trusting Sino's intuition. If anything, she's probably a hell of a lot better at identifying scents that would fit him well. He's noticed that about her, she tends to know the things that fit him and Soup well. She sprays his wrists and chest with the perfume, and he's immediately hit with a minty scent. It reminds him of his ice magic, and...is that a hint of cinnamon he smells coming from her? It reminds her of the warmth that Soup holds and he smiles.

"You know, I don't know what I'd do without you here to help me figure these things out."

"Oh I'm sure you'd carry on just fine. But you know I'm always here to help when you need it. Now, I think we're all ready. Let us try to enjoy a nice night for once, hm?"

Seraph nods, and offers his arm to Sino.

"You make a good point, sia daron. Now, let's go and grab Soup. Perhaps we can be the ones to be envied at this party, no?"

Seraph always thinks about how she taught him how to dance, that night in Ingora, at the Rowdy, he remembers the heat from the alcohol they drank, and the way the two of them moved together, how his cheeks heated up with embarrassment, or how he was awed at how she seemed to flow when she showed him the dances. He remembers thinking on how she was the most beautiful person in the Rowdy that night. He remembers her at the Winter Ball, and he felt as if he should count himself as one of the luckiest people there to simply bask in her presence. She's always had a beauty about her, and he kicks himself at how long it took him to see that, or at least admit it to himself.

"You've never told me what that meant, you know."

"I'll tell you what it means someday. I promise."

[wellpresseddaisy]

Use Any Means pt 7

Ron and Hermione seemed out of sorts, and perhaps a touch embarrassed, after their shared diatribe. They subsided into making a respectable meal off the tea tray, moving their chairs over to sit by Harry. Cadwaladr directed a side table over to them so they wouldn’t have to balance teacups and plates on their knees and waited until they were wrapped up in a quiet conversation before he spoke.

"I'm going to be terribly impertinent and impose on you. Would any of you be able to stay until Harry is awake again? I don't want him waking up in a strange place without anyone familiar here."

Molly looked troubled. "I suppose I could…well, Ron can stay or…I could ask Arthur to get Ginny off the train. Harry isn’t a good color right now.”

“You could ask Percy if he’ll come a little later, if that’s all right.” Ron suggested, patting Harry’s ankle as the sleeping boy twitched violently. “He might come if Dad isn’t here. Er, were we not supposed to be listening?” He added, catching sight of his mum’s face.

“No, Ron, it’s fine. Why Percy?” No one missed how tired Molly sounded.

“He knows what the Ministry’s likely to try with…all this happening.” Ron gestured vaguely with a slice of bread and butter. “S’practically running the Ministry these days, I reckon. Even if he is a prat.”

“Mum, Dad?” Hermione turned to look at them.

“If anyone thinks I’m passing up this opportunity then they’ve gone mad.” Teddy spoke decidedly.

“And I already had any emergency calls re-routed for the weekend.” Malcolm admitted. “I wasn’t entirely certain what might happen.”

“That’s you sorted then.” Ron murmured to Hermione. “Mum?”

“If you wouldn’t mind, Mr. Du, my son Percival would be a good addition to this discussion. He’s…I think he hears quite a bit given his position.”

“I haven’t been in England in quite some time, Mrs. Weasley. Any advice or insight into the current political climate would be helpful.” It wasn’t entirely true, but he had no issue stretching the truth for this. Not if it could help the boy now in his care.

“Then Ron and I will stay the night, at least. I'll send a note down to Percy.” She couldn’t quite keep the hope out of her voice.

“Thank you. I…” he trailed off, a new and alarming thought springing to life. “Is anyone prepared to dress for dinner? I rather have a feeling Mrs. Harris may expect it?”

“I can ask Percy to stop by and pick something up for me and for Ron.” Molly pulled parchment and a travel quill from her handbag. “He’ll have his own things.”

“If someone can pop us back for a few minutes, I can pack for…” Teddy looked over at Hermione. They seemed to have an entire conversation with just their eyebrows. “At least tonight and tomorrow. We can plan from there.”

“Yes. One of the footmen can take you, or Melkin, if you prefer.”

“It might be better if it isn’t someone helping Mrs. Harris open the house.” Malcolm suggested.

“I’ll ring and ask if Melkin can bring the carriage around.” He stood and sighed. “Does anyone see anything that resembles a bell pull or a button?”

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Cadwaladr lifted Harry gently from the window seat and settled the boy in his arms. Harry sighed in his sleep and curled closer, one hand fisting into his shirt, crumpling the fine linen. At least irons existed, he thought, and it would give his valet something to do. He shifted Harry slightly and realized that he’d instinctively settled the boy into a carry he’d last used when his youngest brother was eight and refused to fall asleep anywhere but the drawing room sofa.

He only hoped no one would say anything when Harry curled closer. Hermione and Ron trailed him out of the room, refusing to leave their friend even if it meant staying in the sick room with him. Ideally, all three of them would be their own rooms in the nursery wing, but the only rooms they had time to open were the sick room and the day nursery.

They’d have to call it the day room lest any teenager feelings were hurt. Perhaps he could start a new fashion for the ‘school room wing’. Merlin only knew they didn’t need a nursery. What would his own parents have done when there were only those not yet out of school at home? Most likely they’d have called it the nursery wing and told everyone who complained to lump it.

This wasn’t how he’d envisioned bringing the boy home, although he didn’t think anyone would be prepared for phantasms and exploding foreheads. This was, honestly, more emergency than he’d planned for. He thought he’d be dealing with, for the most part, grief and anger and a great deal of ignorance of their world. He could handle grief and anger – he’d dealt with all his younger siblings after…after. He knew how to be the strength another lacked.

Harry worried him. He didn’t blame Andromeda for not knowing or Hagrid for not noticing, but surely someone at Hogwarts ought to have noticed that things weren’t right.

Harry’s height and weight, his easy acceptance of the utterly bizarre (even for the magical world), and the tale his friends told spoke of deeper problems. He supposed his job now was to bring Harry through all of this. To give him structure and safety and care. He’d done it at not yet twenty-five for six others when he knew nothing about children and the raising thereof. Would one be that much more trouble?

He could practically hear young Mr. Weasley sniggering at him in his head. He had a sinking feeling that one Harry Potter would, without doubt, give him more trouble than the six he’d already raised. Sighing to himself, he carefully settled Harry on a bed in the sick room. Two other stood waiting, along with a comfortable sitting area by the fire. He looked about, hoping for Harry’s trunk, and noticed just how the maids, the sick nurse, and Mrs. Harris all looked.

“Has he any nightclothes?” They’d have to make do with switching spells and cleaning spells.

“None worth putting on the poor lamb…his grace.” One of the housemaids blurted out. She looked to be thirty seconds from tears.

“Hush, Nell.” Mrs. Harris scolded. “His Grace’s wardrobe is…lacking. I had Della run up to the attic and bring down some things for him.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Harris.” Cadwaladr spoke carefully. “We’ll just get him changed.”

He performed the switching spell automatically, as he had countless times for his own siblings, and tucked him firmly under the covers. Harry now wore a long white nightshirt. Ron and Hermione exchanged a pointed look.

“Not in love with magical fashions?” Cadw asked.

“Well, he won’t complain…” Ron hedged.

Which meant, Cadw knew, that they would hear all about it even if he didn’t.

“I see. Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Will you be comfortable up here?”

“Oh yes, thank you.” Hermione answered. “We have our trunks and our Summer work to keep us busy.”

“I’ll ask someone to bring up a selection of books for you.” Cadw caught Ron’s dismayed expression. “And I believe we may have some bound volumes on Quidditch. Mrs. Harris had the forethought to open the, er, day room right across the hall. There are games, more books, and a gramophone-wireless combination if you need anything else to do. It tends to have whatever you need in the moment.”

“I’m sure we’ll be very comfortable.” Hermione repeated firmly.

Oh, he recognized that tone. Get gone, adults, we’d like to talk privately.

“I’ll be waiting on the…” Nell paused. “The school corridor this evening, Miss. If you need anything you just ring.”

“Thank you, Nell. We’ll do that.”

“And Nurse Hallett will be in and out to check on his grace.” Mrs. Harris further assured them.

Cadw almost swore he could hear Hermione’s teeth grinding. Ron shifted next to her.

“We’ll leave you to it. I’ll be up before and after we dine.” He took pity on the teenagers who clearly wanted all adults out of their hair and took everyone with him when he left.

As he closed the door, he heard Ron mutter ‘school corridor my eye…this is the bloody nursery sick room’.

[antilea]

<Enemies to lovers> Part 1

Summary:

You and wilbur have hated eachother for years but something happens to give you a change of heart.

TW: Cursing, kissing

Genre: floof

Word Count: 1,459

You open your eyes, rubbing them letting them adjust to the bright light beaming into your room. You let out a yawn, throwing the cover off you. You carefully weave your way through your bed to the bathroom.

Flicking the bathroom light on you blink a couple of times dizzy, diverting your gaze to the sink. you Slowly walk over to the sink then you turn the fossit on as you formed your hands into a cup and ran it under the water. Splashing the water on your face, you took a deep breath then you dried your face off with a towel.

You stared at yourself in the mirror- you shake your head then grab the comb and start brushing your hair. You hear your phone buzz beside you, grabbing it with one hand; niki was calling you.

Reluctantly you answer,

"Hey niki whats up..?" Your voice was quiet as you talk into the phone.

"Oh- good morning; I was just asking if you would like me to pick you up for school?" Niki spoke softly but her voice was gentle.

"Yeah- Yeah, sure!" You smiled, then added,

"When are you picking me up?"

"Oh, perhaps 8ish..?" Niki quickly responds.

"Okay see you then," you hang up.

Finishing up your hair and makeup you get your bag ready clutching it in your hand as the heavy textbooks weigh it down. You walk into the kitchen of your apartment, opening the fridge you grab the milk and then you get the cereal from the cabinet. You pour the milk into your bowl and then you add the cereal. Grabbing your spoon you quickly eat it as you hear a knock from the door.

You grab your backpack then you headed for the door; opening it Niki stood there smiling-

"Hi Y/n" she spoke gently, then added

"Are you ready?"

You nod as both of you walk toward the light gray car. Niki heads to the drivers seat as you open the door for the front car door. You settle yourself in the darker gray seats. Niki starts up the car then drives away from your apartment building. As 10 minutes passes by Niki parks in the college parking lot grabbing her own backpack she opens the car door waiting for you.

As you do the same thing you see wilbur from the corner of your eye- you sigh not wanting an argument right now. Rolling your eyes you walk over to Niki hoping wilbur had not seen you. <bad luck> you thought as wilbur came walking over to you. You groan trying to ignore him as he walked right up to you.

"Y/n..." he looks at you.

" Wilbur, fuck off im not in the mood to argue" you mumble loud enough for him to hear you.

"I'm good but it seems like your grumpy" He teased giving a laugh.

"Wilbur! I said fuck off!" You loudly speak almost as if everybody on campus could hear you. You cover your mouth as you see a couple of people give you weird looks and murmur to there friends; you looked away your face hot with embarrassment.

"Oh- well Goodluck!" He gave you a dirty smile then walked away chuckling.

You stare at him for about a minute then you flip him off.

"Ugh, I hate him..!" You rant to Niki, then she gives you a worried glance.

"I'm not sure, but we better head to class before professors gets mad at us for being late" Niki shakes her head then walks off, you follow her catching up to speed. Entering the classroom you take your seat and then.putting your bag down, you shuffle through your bag but you can't find the textbook you need for this class.

"Shit" you mumble to yourself, looking for niki you stand up and walk over to her then whisper.

"I forgot my textbook at home, do you still have that extra one..?" You nervously smile as she shakes her head.

"No, I usually leave it at home- but I believe wilbur has an extra one.." she gives you a glance as you bite your tongue.

"Him..!? No way I would never take anything from him..!" You glance at him with a dirty look.

"Then I'm not sure.." she shrugs. You walk back to your seat slumping back. Then your attention diverts toward the professor nodding to you.

"Y/n, where's your textbook..?" The professor looks at you waiting for an answer.

"I'm sorry sir, I forgot my textbook at home" you speak quietly loud enough for him to hear.

"Wilbur you still have the extra textbook I believe." He spoke again then his gaze following him, Wilbur moved uncomfortably in his chair.

"Yes sir, yes I do.." he glares at you then grabs the extra textbook and drops it on your desk.

"Thanks.." you mumble, he looks at you then you both share a moment together looking into eachothers eyes. You search his gaze hopeful to look for some sort of emotion but all he does is walk away.

Your heart sinks, surely you could not like him right..? You blankly look at him sadly. Shaking your head your thoughts fill your head. You blink slowly your eyes closing as it turns black erasing the overwhelming thoughts.

You were hugging wilbur, as you mumble,

"I love you," you smile feeling the warmth from wilbur travel to you.

"I love you too.." he kisses your forehead giving you a loving look.

"Y/n wake up.."

"Y/n wake up!" He repeats and you shake your head confused. You frown finding niki instead of wilbur.

"You fell asleep!" Niki exclaimed.

You shrug wilbur still filling your mind giving you butterflies.

"Eh, its not as if its my first time" you pack your bag standing up and grabbing your bag, putting it around your shoulder. You were searching for wilbur but he had probably gone to next period.

"Are you okay..? Are you sick?" She gave you an anxious glance.

" I'm fine." You speak walking out of the class. You find wilbur standing right there.

"Hey sleepy head!" He teased. You play it off by rolling your eyes then you glance at him and ask.

"Do you like anybody..?" You question giving him a hopeful look but he stared at her blankly.

"Of course- not!" He laughed. You flinch as if an arrow had shot right through your heart, then wilbur added squinting his eyes suspiciously;

"Why do you ask..?" He stared at you waiting for an answer.

"Oh wel-" you get cut off as Niki walks out of the class cutting you off.

"Y/n come on! Do you wanna be late!" She grabbed your arm, you smile at wilbur as Niki let's go.

"What was that about!" She gave you a friendly nudge.

"Nothing..!" You quickly spoke sharply. You look at Niki she looked as if a wasp had stung her.

"Okay, I guess if thats how you want it!" she glared at you then she walked up ahead of you. Now you stood there staring at her as she walked away, she felt her heart shatter. <how could I been this dumb!> she thought.

"Had an argument with your friend?" He suddenly came up from behind you speaking. You jumped surprised then she searches his face. Instead of a remark he stood there looking at you with his dark brown eyes, there was a twinge a sympathy in his eyes.

"Yeah..I guess" you shrug looking down at the floor then he spoke softly.

"Do you want me to walk you to class?" You nod to wilburs words, you both make your way to class in silence.

"Thanks.." you nod then you open the classroom door. You quickly made your way to the seat next to Niki, anxiously you finally spoke.

"Look niki..I'm really sorry its just.." your voice turns to a whisper.

"I- I think I like wilbur.." you look at Niki looking for emotion but instead she looks away.

"I'm sorry Niki! I didn't mean to hurt you" you speak softly as you flinch as Niki turns to look at you but this time she smiled.

"I forgive you.." She speaks gently as she hugs you then she adds

"Wait did I hear that right!? You like- wilbur!" Her eyes had a sparkle of excitement as you nodded.

"No way! Like Wilbur soot!?" She squeaked with excitement, then she covered her mouth as she let the words slip out of her mouth a little too loud.

You slowly slip back into your chair putting up your hood awkwardly.

"Sorry!" Niki whispered.

You nod slowly, the day goes by slowly and now you were standing in front of your apartment you waved goodbye to Niki. Walking into your apartment you sighed, heading to your room door; slipping into your bed your mind fills with wilbur, your eyes blink a couple of times then everything goes black...

[kiruamon]

Part 16

Everything could have been so perfect. Oz was peacefully asleep and until just now Damien had had no reason to worry about anything. Until a certain someone had sat down with them without asking. "Keep your hands to yourself," Damien warned Oz's roommate with an annoyed look. He had to be careful not to raise his spikes in order not to hurt Oz accidentally. Although it was quite a difficult task to him when feeling so outraged. Brian just gave him a puzzled look at his warning. As usual, the other didn't understand him one bit! It was super frustrating and Damien grumbled sullenly about it while pressing himself even closer against his favourite classmate in the yellow cardigan. "You can't have him! He's mine! Got it?"

_

Laughter reached his ears. And the voices of two monsters.

"B-Brian! Sto-hah-stop ahahahi-it pleeeease!" the smaller of the two monsters brought out under stifled laughter, while his friend, with a sly grin on his face, held him in place without much effort, playfully poking his fingers into Oz's sides again and again. "Nope." "Not before you tell me who swiped my snacks. I know you're covering one of them." "… Or maybe both." For a moment Brian let Oz catch his breath again, and though the latter had no mouth at all, he seemed to need the respite badly. "I… haaah I really d-don't know wha-what you're… talking about... " Oz didn't sound particularly convincing. But perhaps that was because he was still trying to catch his breath. On the other hand Oz was a pretty bad liar.

Damien stared up at the two from the carpet. The mere sight of the two monsters in front of him kept making his tail flop angrily to the floor. It also didn't help that he had been ignored for quite some time. His tiny claws buried themselves in the carpet beneath his paws as each of his razor-sharp spines stood up in barely suppressed rage. It boiled inside him. And Damien clenched his teeth, gritting them together slightly. That fucking bastard was doing it again! He touched Oz like he owned him or some shit! And had even pulled the little nerd onto his fucking lap! Even though Damien had already warned the zombie guy so many times! He would drag him to the deepest levels of hell. And hang him there to- The chuckling and snickering began anew.

"I'm so going to murder him!"

Spoiler: He didn't. ;)

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"We need to talk." That was a fact. Damien still wasn't over it. The transformed prince huffed a little, clearly uncomfortable to look Oz directly in the eyes after what the shy boy did to him today. "It's really important. So you better listen carefully to what I'm saying."

"I just can't let you constantly flirting with this guy in front of me," Damien literally spat out the words. He felt angry every time he thought back to the moment. Just thinking about it pissed him off! Confused him so much and made him lose the bit of control he had over his emotions. It… unsettled him to see Oz so happy with Brian. Made him doubt. In those moments, he wished he could keep the little nerd all to himself. And he envied the zombie for being able to interact and talk to Oz so normally. Something that was denied to himself at the moment. And that irritated and frustrated him equally. Because he… he…

Liked Oz. More than he wanted to admit. But he also felt such jealousy. So bad that it was driving him out of his mind! And Oz wasn't making it any better by acting so cute towards him all the time! When the shy monster looked after him in such a heartwarming way. Talked to him like he was talking to one of his little friends. When Oz entrusted himself to him. Telling him about his worries, his plans for the future, his wishes, his thoughts and doubts. Damien liked it how Oz's hands were undeterred by his spikes and found a way to pass under his guard. Or how Oz gently touched Damien's nose with his own. Oh heck! He just couldn't stay mad at him. Because he knew Oz wasn't intentionally making him feel bad.

Slowly, Damien turned to face Oz. "Fine, I'll let it pass. But just this once." The transformed prince lifted himself to his paws and, with some difficulty, climbed up onto his classmate's lap. "Just remember what I told you." He definitely wasn't going to share Oz. No way. He had never been very good at that to begin with! Even if Oz looked so happy when he was with his friends…. Even if it would probably make him pretty sad if Damien forbid it…. Damn it! The idea of Oz being unhappy made his heart feel even heavier than the image of Oz being so carefree with someone else than him. "All right! You can go on doing whatever you want. Be together with whomever you want. But that doesn't change the fact that I like you way more than the zombie face!" he huffed softly and for once sincere towards Oz. Someday Damien would repeat those words for him.

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Damien is still a bit grumpy towards Brian after this event, but tries to act a little more chill around Oz's zombie friend from now on. Doesn't always work out. But he is giving his best!

To be continued.