#like no they were hanging out in a magical island together

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Rogue's complicated history and attachment to Magneto

[j4gm]

SPOILERS!!! REFERENCES AND EASTER EGGS IN F&C ep. 2: SIMON PETRIKOV

Let me know if I missed anything!

First of all the title sequence is fucking cool. I don't want to speculate about the various things we see in it, like the apartment getting blown up or the Fern tree growing into its 1000+ version, because I'm sure the show will get round to all that!

The first scene was an awesome reintroduction to the post-apocalypse, showing us the dynamic between Simon and Marcy. The button popping off Marcy's dungarees was a reference to young Marcy's first appearance, Memory of a Memory, when she removed one of the buttons herself to fix Hambo's eye.

Simon was show playing a live set at Dirt Beer Guy's tavern in Obsidian. It seems they've gotten to know each other quite well over the past twelve years. Dirt Beer Guy asks Simon if he's read his new book draft, about a character called Joe Milkshake who was first mentioned in the episode Root Beer Guy.

Despite the fact we saw Jake in the trailers, Finn and T.V. pretty much confirm in this scene that Jake is dead, and has presumably been dead since before Obsidian. I guess Bronwyn wasn't the only Jake descendant who Finn took on as an apprentice, but T.V. doesn't seem all that into it. The Finn and Jake we saw in the trailer are likely from an alternate universe that we have yet to see.

Finn uses his weed whacker to cut through these bushes. A nice way of showing he's fully recovered from his Fern guilt. The focus here is very much on Simon's problems instead of Finn's.

Finn parts with Simon to go and visit Huntress Wizard. The nature of their relationship remains ambiguous and I expect it to stay that way.

Simon has the Island Lady from The Party's Over Isla de Señorita in his phone. I guess they reconnected after he became Simon again. He also has Abracadaniel. I always liked Ice King's friendship with Abracadaniel and the rest of the Order of Giuseppe so I hope they're still friends!

Cute Bubbline scene. Back in the episode Bonnibel Bubblegum, Mr. Creampuff suggested he and PB get matching tattoos. Now she's (trying to) do the same with the girl she's chosen rather than some guy who was chosen for her! Also Marceline is using the same phone she's been seen with in a few previous episodes, including Go With Me and Be Sweet.

I think the flying human city is called Up-Ton.

Choose Goose! He keeps coming back! And he's evil now! People were joking about him being the antagonist of Fionna and Cake after that weird post-credits scene in Wizard City and the fact he was in hell in Together Again. I wasn't expecting that to actually come true. Glob knows why he's hanging out in a cage in Simon's house.

The pattern of GOLB's eyes is reflected in Simon's glasses during the ritual. He is doing the same dance that Betty was doing to summon GOLB in the finale.

Among the objects in Simon's GOLB shrine are the Farmworld Enchiridion, the flying carpet that Simon stole from Ash and was later frequently used by Betty, the crocodile clips that Betty used for her magic rituals, two effigies of GOLB, and what looks to be the shell of the snail who was seen throughout the original series.

In this credits sequence, Fionna and cake are dreaming about the mask being worn by the bear than Finn slew, and a butterfly with a smiley face on it. Perhaps symbolising Finn?

Tune in next week for episodes 3 and 4!

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Mistaken, Not Stirred

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

What the fuck were you doing?

You’d asked yourself this question about 43 times already, and each time, the answer changed.

He’d asked. And you had nothing better to do. He said he’d help. Would be rude to say no. Any excuse to hang out with him for a little bit, really. Especially now that you wouldn’t be able to see him at work anymore.

And you know what? Maybe there really was some magical way of getting your job back. Joe’d said he was going to talk to Martin and he had and then he’d sent an address. Told you to come over the next night.

So, you did.

You texted a picture of Joe’s flat and added, “this one?” and literal seconds later got a reply, telling you which doorbell to ring. Like a simple scroll up wouldn’t give you the same information.

As Joe buzzed you in and you stepped into the lift, you asked yourself again: what the fuck were you even doing?

You couldn’t have predicted what you walked in on. Not in a million years.

“Joe, what the... oh, my God...”

First of all, it was a little weird seeing Joe in a different place that wasn’t the bar. You had seen him in other places. Your own bed, for one. But still. It took a little getting used to.

Second of all, Joe lived in a fucking nice place. The type of place you would never be able to afford. Especially not now, with the loss of the job and all that.

And then thirdly, and what had you most shocked, his kitchen island looked like... it looked nothing short of an actual cocktail bar.

Bottles of liquor, all sorts, short fat ones and big tall ones, dark and clear, liquor bottles like the ones you used in the bar every day and then lots of others that you never touched. All of them full. Still sealed.

Amongst all of the bottles there were different types of glasses, a net of lemons, a net of limes, some large oranges, an actual blow torch, and not to forget, a full cocktail shaker set. All the equipment you needed to... well, to make cocktails.

“Welcome, welcome,” Joe said, walking around the island like he was stepping behind a bar and held his arms out wide. “Are you ready to get to work?”

You just stared at him. Stood in the middle of the doorway still, coat halfway down your arms, and you were more than a little confused. In shock too, maybe.

“So,” Joe clapped his hands together and was about to explain what you were looking at.

You had an inkling, though, and interrupted him.

“Shut the fuck up, this must’ve cost a fortune?” your eyes were about to pop from your skull. “An actual fortune– did you... please tell me you, like, I don’t know, you know someone who’s been able to bring this over and that you get to take it back later?”

He couldn’t have actually gone and bought all of this. Could he?

“Ah,” Joe let his held breath escape him as he bashfully smiled, looked at what was laid out in front of him for a second and their scrunched up his nose and waved it off. “Yea, ‘course I can. The unopened ones, at least.”

So, yea, he bought them.

From a store.

Great.

“Joe...”

“So,” Joe made big eyes at you, raised his eyebrows, and clapped his hands together again, shutting you right up as he went on to explain. “I talked to Martin, like I said I would, and he just... well, he just said that it’s a little difficult to have a slow learner on staff in a busy time of year, you know?”

You scoffed a little, couldn’t help the humourless smirk. Slow learner was... well that was one way of describing you.

“And, so look!” he gestured an arm across the island. Across all the bottles and the bar equipment.

“I... I’m looking,”

It was silly.

Joe was being silly.

Like this was going to work.

Like practicing making drinks would convince Martin enough to rehire you.

It wouldn’t. You knew it wouldn’t.

But, you took off your coat fully anyway, draped it across one of the stools on the opposite end of the island and walked around to join Joe where he was stood.

“Here’s the menu,” Joe said, picking up an actual menu from Hush-Hush.

“Did– did you steal this?”

“And here’s the Christmas menu,” Joe ignored you and just placed the stolen Christmas menu over the stolen regular menu in your hands.

You looked at it a second, thoughts going. You flicked your eyes up to scan across the bottles, then back down at the menu. Did he really... did he get every single thing you needed to be able to make every single drink from both these menus?

“Let’s start with the regular menu though,” Joe removed the Christmas menu from your still frozen hands and then moved an arm across to grab a martini glass. “And why don’t we begin with a dirty martini?”

Oh, this motherfucker.

“Hey– I know how to make one of those,” you took the bait immediately and turned your head to frown at him. He was stood... close. Gave you a mischievous little smirk that got you into all this trouble in the first place.

“I know you do,” Joe said, voice a low baritone that made you remember that you liked Joe a lot, and that you were in his flat and he was all close, and being sweet, and nice, and if you just leant a little closer you could kiss him.

It made you remember that last night when you’d gotten home you thought you’d never get to pretend to go and clean the surface of the bar again just to be closer to him, and now here you were, in his flat, and he was so close, and then he softly said, “I just really fancy one.”

Fuck off.

That made your breath go all wobbly.

Shake it off. Come on. You weren't this easy, were you?

“Well,” you started and had to clear your throat before continuing and placed fingers on the base of the cocktail glass Joe’d placed in front of you. You slid it over to him and finished, “You can make it yourself.”

It broke the tension and made Joe laugh as you started rolling up your sleeves.

Time to get to business, then.

Joe found his way around his island and sat down on one of his breakfast bar stools with his laptop opened in front of him.

And so it began.

Joe googled recipes. Googled how to step by step instructions, found video tutorials, and verbally coached you through making each drink, one step at a time.

Joe taste tested, just little sips, because he couldn’t let his mind get cloudy he said. But his mind got cloudy anyway. And fast too.

You were in his flat.

Mixing drinks. Mixing mai tais, cosmopolitans, old fashioneds, white russians, margaritas, mojitos and manhattans. Right there, in his kitchen.

When was he going to tell you that before you started working there, Joe didn’t go to Hush-Hush that often?

When was he going to tell you that sometimes he walked in and saw you weren’t on shift, he’d leave again?

When was he going to tell you that he doubled his tip on nights when you made mistakes that visibly annoyed Martin?

Would he ever tell you that he liked leaving rings on the bar just so you’d stop by him extra often to wipe it clean?

Probably never.

But maybe he would. Maybe he could get you your job back, and then later he could tell you.

Not now. He didn’t want to ruin what he was looking at.

You were in his kitchen, getting progressively dirtier as you spilled drinks and wiped sticky hands into your hair.

He loved it.

And Joe just got to look.

Pretended he was looking because he had to see what you were doing.

Had to check if you were making mistakes or not. So he could instruct.

It was just that... your face wasn’t what needed checking, was it?

Remember how he said you were lucky you were cute? Well... Joe was sort of lucky you were cute, he thought.

Joe watched you mix drink after drink, watched you turn his kitchen into a whole mess, watched as you tried to clean as you went, but instead clumsily knocked things onto the floor, only creating more mess as you went along.

After a while, after taste testing over half the regular menu, Joe grinned to himself and said, “It’s like I’m actually at The Hush.”

Because this was exactly what Martin would always do.

You grinned to yourself as you finished a vanilla chai tea white russian, one that Joe was already reaching out for, but, that looked so fucking good, you decided to go for a sip yourself.

“Oh, maybe not,” Joe huffed. “I usually get given drinks that no one else has taken a sip from already.”

You didn’t even care about Joe’s comment.

That really was fucking good.

“Holy shit,” you went for another sip, and got a loud, “Hey!” from Joe, whose reaching arm turned into two grabby hands. You easily let him take it from you and said, “That’s maybe the best drink I’ve ever mixed.”

Joe raised the glass to his lips and smelled it first. Then he held eye-contact as he took a small sip.

That small sip turned into a big... a bigger sip. A gulp. He was... oh, he was downing it. Drank the full thing in one go. Kept his eyes locked on yours the entire time.

And...

It was a little unfair that Joe looked sexier holding a drink. Like, he physically looked a lot more attractive when he had a glass pressed to his lips. When he made eye-contact with you as he drank. Especially when it was a drink you’d made. You didn’t know how that worked, it just was what it was, you know?

“Hmm,” Joe said, lips smacking as he put the glass down, now finally looking away. “I don’t know... good, sure. The best? Maybe not.”

You knew what Joe was hinting at, and when you saw him chance a glance at a martini glass, you rolled your eyes.

“If you want a martini, go for it, make your own, no one’s stopping you.”

Joe tried his luck with a sad puppy eye look thrown your way, and he so very nearly got you.

But he didn’t.

There were more drinks to be made. More cocktails to fuck up and fuck up again and then fuck up once more until you got them just right.

The mess in Joe’s kitchen grew.

And Joe got drunker with every taste-testing-sip.

But he was having fun, and so were you. Especially when Joe found a video of someone explaining how to do basic bar tricks and he convinced you to try and learn some, because how wild would it be to impress Martin with some insane bar tricks upon your return?

It had the two of you stood in front of his laptop, swinging glasses, twirling the shaker, throwing ice, and at one point, you were holding onto a bottle whilst trying to follow the steps on screen.

You giggled as you somehow tangled up your arms in the process of trying to get it right.

“No, look, he swings it– you’ve got to hold it like this,” Joe explained, like he was the expert here, and grabbed a bottle for himself to demonstrate. “And then you swing, under the elbow, all around, and then, into the gla–” Joe’s reflexes worked fast as he nearly dropped the bottle, nearly let it slip from his grip, both hands fumbling and catching it just in time, “Ahem, glass.”

“Wow, a true professional,” you sarcastically said, feigned impression that made Joe laugh.

“I promise it’s easy,”

“Hmm, yea, slow learner here, remember?”

“No, look, come here, you’ve got to...” Joe used the excuse of showing you, of helping you master a bottle flip into a pour, to pull you close. To pull you right into him, your back to his chest, his arms around you to manoeuvre yours into place.

With his head right next to yours, Joe spoke softly and kept you there until you got it.

Well, that was the plan.

But then you almost smacked the bottle into his face over your shoulder and he sort of had to abruptly move back to save himself from a black eye.

It had you both in stitches, and you loved the sound of Joe’s laugh.

You were having fun.

You were in Joe’s flat and he got you all this liquor to practice making drinks until you nailed them and you wondered when you were going to tell him that Martin didn’t just fire you because you were a slow learner.

When were you going to tell him that a guest claiming her phone had gotten stolen from her coat pocket made Martin look at the CCTV footage? That Martin had seen what had lead to you leaving the bar the way that you had that night?

It wasn’t just the mess you left, the key you hadn’t left in the letterbox, the loud music you left playing, or even the kissing behind the bar...

It was all of it added up.

All the standing in the way.

All the spilled drinks.

All the kind questions from guests, asking if if was just them or if their drink tasted funny and could it maybe be remade?

It all actively worked against you. And sure, you were cute. But it reached a point where cute wasn’t enough anymore.

Dropping a gorgeous limited edition expensive bottle of Dos Artes tequila had sort of made Martin see red for a second, and that had been it, then.

Martin had pulled you aside and had just listed reason after reason after reason of why keeping you on staff would be a bad idea. A mistake. He mentioned kissing guests behind the bar and you were mortified, went beetroot red, because you had no idea he knew.

Martin knew.

Joe, however, didn’t know. He didn’t know Martin knew.

And Martin hadn’t told him he knew.

Slow learner, Martin had said. You were just a slow learner.

Correct.

You were.

But you were also a cheap slag who had gone and fucked the one true regular of the bar instead of doing her job, weren’t you?

You probably weren’t going to tell Joe.

Or maybe you would. After finishing the Christmas menu, maybe.

But then you saw how Joe’s hands found his lower back, how he pushed his stomach out as he stretched a little, and you gathered that sitting on a barstool all night wasn’t doing his back any favours.

It was getting a little late.

“Why don’t you go and sit down on the sofa, and I will... I’ll just do the last couple of drinks, bring them over and get out of your hair, all right?”

Joe tried to protest, said if you thought he wanted you out of his flat that you were wrong, but you asked if his lower back thought so too, and soon after, Joe gave in and let himself drop onto his sofa on the other side of the open floor plan living space. From where you were stood, you could see the back of his head peek out over the sofa, and Joe tried sitting sideways for a second. Tried leaning into the back of his sofa with his side, but it really did feel nicer to let his back properly sink into the pillows, so he did.

He ended up turning the TV on and watched a little of a celebrity panel show before you came over and handed him a drink.

Joe took a sip, smiled with half-lidded tired eyes and said he loved it.

Made you blush as you took it back to the kitchen.

The same thing happened twice more, and every time you noticed how Joe was growing more and more tired. Was trying harder and harder to keep his eyes open still. Was inching towards sleep.

You watched his head slowly disappear into the sofa and couldn’t help but smile.

Joe was fucking adorable.

And Joe was the fucking best thing that came out of this job you had had for a few months.

And now you had his number and his address and he had yours.

But he was falling asleep. Had enough alcohol in his blood to just let sleep take him, pretty girl in his kitchen or not. You smiled to yourself and couldn’t get rid of it when you started tidying Joe’s kitchen as quietly as you could.

It took a little while. But only because you also decided to make him a dirty martini that you left on the coffee table in front of him.

With the kitchen somewhat tidy and somewhat clean, you grabbed your coat, stood behind the sofa where you carefully took the TV’s remote from Joe’s hands and turned the TV off for him. Couldn’t help bending over and pressing a soft kiss onto the top of his head, into his hair.

You didn’t need your job back.

You’d find a different job.

Plenty of places were looking. It was a busy time of year. Nearly Christmas.

You’d find a different place with a different boss and different things to drop. A different place with a different menu and different regulars that sat at the bar.

It felt kind of bittersweet, this acceptance of this being it as you switched off Joe’s lights and left his flat with butterflies in your stomach.

Sure, alcohol too. But butterflies, mostly.

A shame.

It would probably be a while before you’d see him again.

The next day, Martin called you.

Asked for you to come in for a chat.

You’d smiled to yourself and told him that it was extremely kind of him, that he was a good boss, but if he was going to offer you the job back, you’d decline. You thanked him, told him you’d treasure the experience of working at Hush-Hush for the rest of your life, but he’d been right letting you go. Should’ve let you go much sooner, probably.

Martin seemed confused, but didn’t ask further questions.

You told him to tell Joe thanks from you and said goodbye.

You thought maybe Joe would text you.

You thought maybe he’d even show up at your door, all bewildered, because what the fuck were you doing declining a chat with Martin after you spent an entire evening mixing drinks in his kitchen?

But no texts were received and no doorbells were rung.

Just as well.

It was Christmas and you were starting a new job and you had to put your best foot forward. This wasn’t the time to think of Joe. You’d think of him later, on those weird days between Christmas and New Years, where the whole world forgot what day it even was for a little while.

But Joe didn’t get it.

Martin had put down the phone and had looked at him and then said you didn’t want to meet. Didn’t want to come over. That you thanked Martin and also Joe and that you didn’t want the job back.

Joe thought maybe you’d text him.

Or that maybe you’d show up at his flat to explain.

But then he received no texts and no one showed up at his flat.

Should he text?

No.

It was Christmas.

There were other things to focus on. Like family. Gifts and food and family members he only really ever saw once a year around this time.

After an afternoon of opening gifts, Joe almost felt guilty for his wandering mind. People kept having to repeat themselves because Joe wouldn’t hear them the first time, his mind totally elsewhere.

With you, mostly.

You were probably also with your family, doing similar things.

Were you also thinking of him the whole time?

God.

Should he just text?

Casually wish you a merry Christmas?

Could he do that?

He could, right?

After that night?

After waking up to a lukewarm otherwise perfect dirty martini on his coffee table? One that he threw back before even thinking of breakfast, hair of the dog as his excuse.

Why didn’t you want your job back?

Was it him?

Had he done something wrong?

He couldn’t fucking shake it.

Couldn’t shake it when his mother told him to hurry because they were already running late, they’d miss their reservation if there were any more delays.

Couldn’t shake it when the host of the busy restaurant seated him and his whole family at a long table in the back, beautifully set for the sixteen of them.

Couldn’t shake it when they all got settled and a loud smashing of porcelain plates was heard from the kitchen, deserving a reaction from most tables in the restaurant.

And he grinned.

Reminded him of you.

Fuck it.

He was just going to text you.

Why not?

It was Christmas and he really did hope you were having a merry one.

Joe had his eyes on his phone when a waitress walked up to his family’s table, ready to explain the menu and take their drink orders.

“Good evening everyone, merry Chri–” your breath hitched in your throat when you saw who you were looking at.

Nearly made you cough, which caught his attention.

Joe looked up from his phone and couldn’t fucking believe it.

There you were.

His vision tunneled and his hearing went, because you looked absolutely beautiful, and he was just texting you, had just typed 'merry Christmas' and, there you were, saying the actual words, and God, what were the fucking odds?

You stared at each other a moment and you were unable to stop the corners of your mouth from curling upwards.

“Hi...” Joe mouthed, looking at you like there was no one else in the room, because for a moment, to him, there really wasn’t.

“Merry Christmas,” you finished, gathering yourself together as your eyes scanned his whole table.

It zoned Joe back into reality, and he listened as you explained the menu to his whole family. Listened as you answered a question his stepdad asked you. Sat back and watched you laugh at a stupid joke he made. Saw how you pulled a notepad from a pocket, clicked a pen and asked, “Can I get you started with some drinks?”

You caught how Joe stifled a chuckle. Saw him shake his head like he couldn’t actually believe it. Watched as he raised his eyebrows and grinned, eyes pulling away from the menu to look directly into yours.

Say it, you thought.

Fucking say it.

“I’ll um...” Joe pretended to hesitate. Took a moment to show you his stupid schoolboy smirk.

You realised you’d already started missing it.

Good thing he was here.

“I’ll have a dirty martini. Shaken, not stirred.”

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I want to know your LU headcanons!

ohHO i will absolutely tell you tysm for asking!! i’ve been wanting to talk abt them for ages but just never got around to it ig ahjdkcka

Time’s actually like 32 and is just really committed to the bit of being ancient

Sky is horrific at making new friends. he grew up with the same small group of people, so he never learned how to make friends with complete strangers because there simply wasn’t the need to. so, when he first starts traveling with the chain, he makes little wooden charms for them because he isn’t entirely sure how else to get close with them. Zelda always enjoyed his woodcarvings, so maybe they will too??

as a result, the entire chain has little trinkets made by Sky. on Legend’s bag there’s charms hanging off the straps, and Twilight wears his as necklaces (both because it looks cool as fuck and it helps the shadow crystal stand out less). yes Wind has specifically commissioned him to make something for Aryll

yeah yeah bunny Legend but consider: the mermaid suit (which I like to think is more of a curse bc get fished pink man <3) giving him some marine animal qualities as well. no matter what tho that bitch is an Ariel kinnie, they’re collecting all the shiny shit they can find

Sky is obsessed with doing puzzles the Right and Proper way, meanwhile Wild cheeses absolutely everything he can

Wind believes in all of those classic pirate superstitions

the witches in Legend’s era adore him. Grandma Syrup dotes on him, Maple is like a teasing older sister, and Irene is like a teasing younger sister. this is where he learned most of his magic skills from, and he takes all potentially enchanted or cursed items to them to check out. he’ll never admit it, but Legend finds lots of comfort in all of them, as they’re one of the few people who’ve stayed in his life this long.

Wild’s a pretty good medic!! during his adventure, he very quickly realized how dangerous infection is, so they learned about a lot of home remedies and medicinal herbs, as well as how to tend to a wound from other travelers at stables and inns. he didn’t really get a choice in learning, considering how he probably got stung or bit by painful insects or accidentally brushed up against painful plants a lot during the early days of their adventure, and thus showed up to stables covered in rashes and hives and such, causing every decent person in the area to flock to them and try to help. their Hyrule is very sweet, okay?

they’re not the only one who’s well acquainted with medicinal herbs, though! while I think all of them would have a basic understanding, Time, Hyrule, Warriors, and Wind would know a lot. dw i’m elaborating

Time quite literally grew up in the forest, was raised by a tree, and had actual forest spirits for siblings—he knows his plants. he and Saria would peel willow bark and collect dandelions together

I like to think that Hyrule being half-fae makes him very sensitive to all magic-based auras, including that of plants, so they’re very good at picking out the healing herbs, even if they’re not quite sure what they’re called

listen ok hear me out about Warriors. young Time was appalled that he knew jackshit about nature and forcefully taught him. also, before modern medicine, medicinal plants were used all the fucking time on the battle field. yarrow, an herb that stops bleeding and prevents infection, is called soldiers’ woundwort because of this. i mention this because he was probably concerned about the health and safety of his troops, so he learned what the medics were doing and using.

Wind grew up on a small, tight-knit island, realistically they would’ve had to have learned how to use the things around them to their fullest advantage. that being said, his knowledge is sort of useless outside of his own era, aside from what he was taught in the war. ok i’m done talking about medicinal herbs now i promise sorry it’s a hobby of mine ahhsjdka

Legend’s terrified of dogs. in Link’s Awakening, the dogs are literally balls on chains with huge mouths full of sharp teeth (basically just Chain Chomps). if you want to get angsty with it: it comes from guard dogs being sent after him on his first adventure. he became a lot less scared to more he spent time with BowBow (the ball and chain dog) but, when he woke up, he got the belief that he could only be safe around a dog in his dreams. he’s pretty damn uncomfortable around Wolfie at first, but after lots of time and learning to trust Twilight, he’s able to slowly overcome his fear. sort of. mostly just with Wolfie. he still hates staying at stables in Wild’s Hyrule.

if Wild doesn’t want to explain/source something he’ll just say it came to him via divine intervention. Sky believes it every single time

I was thinking about Legend’s story a while ago and realized it was kind of similar to Joan of Arc’s so take that as you will. idk if this even counts as a headcanon but i’m putting it here

Warriors and Twilight are really close friends because they both understand the struggles of wrangling dirt worshipping nature freaks. anytime Twilight (lovingly) complains about Wild, Wars will counter with whatever asinine feral child antics young Time got up to and suddenly Twi will feel very blessed and lucky

whenever Four sees someone with their hair in a high ponytail he subconsciously thinks they’re very smart and respectable because Dot always wears her hair in a high ponytail

Hyrule is completely fine with not sleeping on a bedroll. they like the dirt, actually. let them sleep in the dirt.

Legend uses apples in his red potions, both to increase their potency and to make them taste better. he also learned how to enchant apples to be healing on their own so sometimes when someone’s hurt he’ll just shove an apple in their face

uhh so ik this is a lot but this isn’t even close to of all my headcanons so yeah there’s that lmao

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Painter Baby pt.2

Pairing- Sully family x Sully!reader

Summary- After moving in with the Meykayina it was hard living your work behind and when you finally find another muse, but what are you supposed to do after you get shot?

Warnings- getting shot, blood, I think that's it lmk if it's not

Pt.1 Pt.2

"We have to leave." When the words left your father's mouth it was like a piece of your soul chipped away. You had to leave your home, your life's work what were you to do? Start over you have years of work here. You felt like you should just turn into a puddle and just evaporate but you couldn't. For your families sake you put a happy and calm face on.

You traveled for many days and Manny nights, through rain and through shine. It was a rough and tiresome journey but you finally made it. Your father was leading you to a strange land, you traveled over a beautiful ocean and then you saw a island many people saw you and surrounded you as you got off of your banshee. It was uncomfortable to have so many eyes in your before. Your father put your hands up to show he means no harm your brother Neteyam mirroring his actions. You watched your mother and her suspicious expression.

Your father had a conversation with the Olo'eyktan of this clan and the Tsahik came and interrogated your family said you would be weak and slow in the water, she said you had demon blood. And then your mother hisses at her and it seemed they had a dominance battle who would back down first. Your father stepped in before it escalated. And it was decided that you would stay there learn the way of water. You had to learn to adapt your father said. "Sully's stick together." Was what he said before you and your siblings to your first lesson.

Tsireya and her brother taught you how to 'breath' it took a while but you got the hang of it. "How about we free dive we can show you the beauty that the Great mother blessed the water with." A boy named Rotxo suggested. Everyone agreed but your eyes were glued on the way the rocks reflected the water creating ripple like shapes on the rock. Lo'ak tugged at your tail making you yelp and you it that. "What did dad say about pulling my tail." You say pinching him hard on his arm. "Ow, It's the only way I could get your attention come on we're free diving." He said and you only rolled your eyes getting up and jumping in behind them.

You kick your arms and legs to get deeper and farther into the water. Everyone seemed to be trying to figure where to go first, but you didn't have that kind of patience. Slowly you drifted farther from them swimming with a school of fish, and then it was as if Eywa herself led you here it was beautiful. So many colors of coral, different sea creatures played and mingled around the plants you've never seen before. So caught up with the beauty in Pandora you hadn't noticed the other teens coming towards you. Your hand caressed a pink tinted coral and then Lo'ak reaches out for you and you turn around and roll your eyes as you swim upward.

Cat hing your breath you smile as you swim toward the shore. "Y/N! Where you going?" Lo'ak called out and you stood out of the water. "I just remembered something I have to do!" You yelled back running to your mauri running past your mother and father. You grab your bag and take a little box that sat under the pillow in your hammock. It had multiple painting colors and leaf made brushes. You shoved it into your bag and ran back to your the beach. Your parents only watched as your ran back and forth. "Think shes up to something." Jake asked. "Most likely." Neytiri replied.

You hopped into your ilu and rode out far, farther than you've went with anyone and you found the perfect spot for your new studio. It was a medium sized cave it had smaller humps of rocks you could paint and the walls inside were smooth it was perfect, absolutely perfect. And you sat all the paints down along with the brushes and your hands just started there magic. You painted the coral and all the beauty the water around them held it had been several hours and you didn't realize to caught up in your art work. Only stopping when you realized it was getting to dark for you to see.

"Damn it." You whisper to yourself you used the last bit of light that was left to do the last stroke of paint you needed to finish it. You stared at it, it had been the first time you painted since you left home and it was amazing all the stress from learning a new way of life kind of just washed right out of you as you painted.

You left the art supplies there deciding that this would be your new studio. Jumping into your ilu and connecting to her you ride back to Awa'atlu. You hopped off and washed your hands off in the water, jogging to the mauri your father was standing outside. Giving him a cheeky smile you wave. "And where were you." It was more of a statement than a question really. "Oh um just looking around lost track of time." You reply, you could have told them about your new art cave but painting is the only time you can be yourself and not feel judged so you kept it on the down low.

Everyday two hours before Eclipse you would sneak off into the cave and you let you mind and hands run wild with the paint. And as time went on your the artwork on the walls and rocks of the cave grew and grew and so did your talent. Everything was perfect, until it wasn't.

The same people who made you and your family flee your home had found you once more and they had Lo'ak, Tsireya, Kiri, and Tuk. Hearing they had your siblings it made your heart stop, the blood in your veins froze. Your father had gathered the clan and was getting ready to attack but you had a plan you put in motion. The man who's man was Quaritch held a gun to your brothers head as he talked to your father over the microphone. ''Sacrafice yourself to save all these people that's all you have to do Jake.'' He said and your fathers face had a look od defeat as you saw him come closer, was he actually going to do it?

But before you could think a creature came from the water it looked like a Tulkun but it didn't have a fin and then it clicked Lo'ak bonded with Payakan he was protecting his soul brother. He flipped over onto the ship some of the soldiers flipped overboard others got crushed under him and some barely got away. You jumped onto the boat and Tuk squealed, ''Y/N!'' You put a finger up to your lip telling her to be quieter and she shook her head.

You cut everyone loose and as you cut Lo'ak loose you laughed. ''Who's the mighty warrior now?'' You joked and he only laughed. You ushered them in front of you as they went deeper into the ship finally finding a way out. And Lo'ak picked a gun up, ''Do you even know how to use that?'' You ask picking one up as he did. ''Yes.'' He rolled his eyes and then before Kiri and Tuk could jump they were snatched by the one and only Miles Quaritch. Tsireya fought to get them out of his arms but he was to strong and he pushed her back.

He held up a gun and shot, you yelped feeling a pericing pain through your shoulder and down your arm. You and Lo'ak fell into the water Lo'ak cheered.

You could barely hold yourself up in the water, ''Lo'ak I-I was hit.'' was all you could say before dipping back into the water. ''Oh shit I got you Y/N just stay a float.'' He said grabbing your uninjured arm as Tsireya gently held your injured arm wrapping it around their neck helping you swim to the rock your father and Neteyam were on.

''S-she was hit.'' Lo'ak said as he watched your chest cave in with every breath you took, he scared- no petreified. Was he going to lose his big sister? Neteyam dropped next to you he patted your face keeping you awake barely as he puts pressure on your wound. ''Your other sisters where are they?'' Jake asked gripping your hand to let you know he was there, but you were slipping in and out of consciousness. ''T-the boat.'' was all Lo'ak could say. Neytiri landed and she saw your body and the blood leaking from you.

''Neytiri we have to go they have the girls.'' Lo'ak stood up ready to follow his father before Jake pointed at him. ''You are not coming, you've done enough.'' he said eyes glancing to you. ''Get her back to Ronal she will help.'' Neytiri said before getting on her banshee riding to the boat. Lo'ak jumped into the water. "W-what are you doing Lo'ak." She cried as your eyes shot open and cried in pain. "I have to help."

"No..." Was all she said before Neteyam dragged you to his ilu. "Let him go we have to get her back."

And Ronal saved you, for the most part. You wouldn't have movement in you arm for a few weeks if not a month, and having said that you couldn't be left unattended in case the leaf wrap she used as bandages ripped you could get infections, deadly infections. Your father put you on lockdown in the marui and someone was always by your side.

Until Lo'ak was asked to go get something for your father and you were finally alone. You just wanted to paint, it was your safe space so now you find yourself looking around to make sure no was around and you jogged towards the ilus.

"Y/N Sully where in Eywa's name do you think you're going?" You hear your father's seen voice behind you as you hop off the ilu you just mounted. You rolled your eyes as you drag yourself from the shallow water and next to your father. "No where now." You whisper walking back to the marui. Jake knew where you wanted to go, well he didn't know exactly where but he knew you found somewhere to paint, he knew you felt at peace in your art studio but he couldn't let you go he doesn't know what to do, he doesn't want you to be miserable. But he also doesn't want his baby girl to get hurt.

So here he sits watching you look out at the ocean of the window opening of the marui as he cuts up some fruit. And then he got an idea. "Hey baby girl I need to go do something I'll be back please stay." He said waiting for your response before he leaves. "Okay." You say only looking at the ocean. He sharply inhales before walking out.

He stepped over to the men and women who gathered wood for communal dinners. "Hey! Hey, could I have some of these bark pieces, like the flat ones?" He asked two of them looked at him questionably, before gathering five or six of them and handing them to the older man. He tilts his head down before going to the beach sitting down on the warm sand.

He used the dull side of his knife he sanded down the rough side of the flat piece of bark in his lap. He did this to all of the barks he picked them up. And then Neteyam caught his eye, "Neteyam!" He yelled out and Neteyam turned around jumping up and running to his father. "Yes father?" He asked looking at the bark and the wood chippings around his feet. "Do you know how to make that paint that Y/N uses?" Jake asked his eldest son.

Neteyam pondered for a minute and then he remembered. "Yeah she taught me how to make it one day let's get some plants." Neteyam said going to the buses that grew around the place. "Okay so we need this one, this one, and this one." Neteyam whispered to himself as he plucked a red, blue, and purple flowers. He picked a few other colored flowers putting them in his bag. "Here you go all you do is smash them into powder and mix it with hox tree maple and you should be good." Neteyam instructed Jake handing him the bag of flowers. "Thank you son." He replied patting his shoulder.

"No problem, I got to go I promised Tul I'd take her to Three Brothers Island." Neteyam said as he jogged to his little sister who had been yelling his name for the past fifteen minutes.

The Jake did as Neteyam told him.

He grabbed a pot and first started to smash the red flowers up into a fine powder, and then he mixed the hox tree maple into the dust mixing it in until it created a paint like consistency, then he grabbed a small wooden box and filled it with the paint and put the wooden lid on top of it.

It took him a while but he finally made all of them putting them in their own little boxes. He put them all into a bigger box along with the wooden canvas he made. He picked the box up and walked towards the Marui stepping inside he looks at you, you hadn't moved since he left. "Hey baby I got you something." He said you turned your body as his paint covered hands put the box down in front of you. You looked inside and your face contoured into one of happiness and tears in your eyes.

He saw the tears and worry washed over him, "Oh my god did I do something wrong I'm sorry if I did I can take it back." He said reaching for the box not wanting to upset you. But instead of crying with a frown you have a soft smile on your face touching his hand and shaking your head. "I love it, thank you." You say wiping the tears from your face and then you see his arms covered in multiple colors of paint. "You hands." You laugh and he turns them over. "What? I think look very artistic don't you think?" He jokingly asked and you burst into laughter shaking your head up and down.

After a while the laughter died down, you picked up a canvas and opened the multitude of blues he made. "I'm glad you like it now I'll let you be-"

"No!" You yelled making him sit back down. "I haven't done a portrait in a while so now you get to be my victim." You laugh and he lets a chuckle out as you begin to outline his face. He watches how focused you are and that smile he has wanted to see for so many weeks now has finally came back.

[xlovelybluebellex]

Joint Custody

Summary: Some kids have overbearing parents. Others don’t even know their parents. Charlie has somehow managed to get both.

Warnings: None! :)

Charlie sat in front of the TV, some random cartoon blearing rather loudly. She didn’t really know what was going on, she just found the blearing lights and colors amusing.

She glanced down, looking at her fallen dolls. Her forgotten tea set was perched on the table, remnants of her tea party scattered around the room.

Charlie glanced up when she heard a bit of arguing, the sound of shattering following. She whimpered a little, standing on wobbly legs. Her knees were weak, ready to give out at any moment.

The Princess of Hell stepped into the small kitchen of the hotel, big eyes full of curiosity. She loved seeing the world around her, even if it wasn’t so friendly.

Which was basically the situation at hand.

Alastor, the feared Radio Demon, and Lucifer, ruthless King of Hell, both stared each other down in the kitchen. The two sat over the island, a bowl of applesauce sat on top.

“I told you she doesn’t like-“ “Well it’s what she asked for my dear, minuscule friend!” “If you call that one more fucking time-“ Charlie whimpered, breaking the two men’s argument.

Both jerked their heads towards Charlie, faces fallen. Well, except the menacing grin Alastor kept. Charlie didn’t know if it made her feel protected or terrified.

“Hello darling! And what’re you doing in here?” Alastor asked, stepping closer. “Yeah, ducky, it’s not good for you to be in here.” Lucifer said, going over and setting her on his hip.

Charlie shrugged, wrapping her arms around Lucifer’s neck. She may have been quite a bit taller, but she still liked being held. “Daddy, food?” Charlie asked, looking at him with a smile.

Lucifer was about to respond, when Alastor cut him off. “Soon, my fawn! Very soon, if your dear father would simply let me finish.” Alastor said, giving Lucifer a more malicious than joyful grin.

“Now hang on a second. Al was screwing it up, honey, Daddy was fixing it for you.” Lucifer said. “You can agree that I know what you like, right my little apple?” He said, his voice getting higher at the pet name.

Charlie shrugged, stuffing a hand in her mouth. “Charlie!” Alastor said, catching her attention. Charlie turned, watching Alastor conjure up a pacifier. She smiled happily, letting Alastor take her into his arms and pop the soother in her mouth. “Yes, always willing to provide for you, my dear.” He said, running a hand through her hair.

“Char-Char! Look at this, kiddo!” Lucifer said, catching her attention with a bright flash of light magic. The King of Hell then took his cane, doing a little spin trick, and simultaneously turning it into an apple themed rattle.

Alastor grimaced with his smile as Charlie excitedly reached for the toy, letting Lucifer take her into his arms again. “My sweet little baby duckling.” Lucifer said in the baby talk he reserved only for her whilst shaking the rattle for her and kissing her face a few times.

And that’s how it began. The bickering.

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The tea party had been resembled, thanks to both Alastor and Lucifer. Of course, they argued over that and everything else about the activity.

“Well this has to be the most enticing tea party this world has ever seen! Far better than that little get together, the Boston Tea Party correct?” Alastor asked, making Charlie giggle.

Charlie giggled, giving herself some more tea. “For once, he’s not spewing nonsense! Quite the party Char-Char, and the guests are just lovely.” Lucifer complimenting, throwing his hand back in a dramatic way. Charlie full on laughed at that, making Lucifer smile a bit more.

”Al, thirsty?” Charlie asked. “Say no more, my darling.” The Radio Demon said, taking a sip of his ‘tea’ and conjuring up a sippy cup full of apple juice. Charlie thanked him sweetly, taking the thing from him.

Charlie took a sip, gasping and smiling at Alastor when she tasted the juice. Normally people just made milk for her! “Thank you Al!” She chirped, her lisp evident.

Alastor smiled victoriously towards Lucifer, making the fallen angel scoff. However, the second Charlie looked over, his bright smile was back.

Then Charlie noticed she was missing something. She looked around, getting a bit distressed as she searched. “Looking for someone?” Her father asked, holding up her dear stuffed duck, Squeakers.

Charlie jumped onto Lucifer, hugging him tightly and taking Squeakers with a big smile. “Daddy found her!” She said happily. Lucifer laughed along, kissing his daughter’s nose. “Yes, well. Daddy will always be here to help you, ducky.” Lucifer smirked, holding Charlie close as he mirrored the look Alastor gave him a few moments prior.

And that’s how the rest of the afternoon went.

The two went back and forth, amusing Charlie. However, she was starting to get pretty hungry now. And all these toys were getting hard to hold. She’d almost dropped the horned teddy bear Alastor had gifted her, whilst trying to hold onto the crocheted red snake from Lucifer.

“Hungry!” Charlie chimed over the bickering. Both Alastor and Lucifer hadn’t even realized they’d completely forgotten to make her food. It took a moment before they scrambled to the kitchen, trying to finish making her favorite apple sauce first.

Just then, Vaggie walked in through the front. She set her bag down on the table, picking a few toys up. Charlie smiled, looking up at her and raising her arms. “Hey mija.” She said, kissing her cheek and holding the little in a koala style.

”Daddy and Al still fighting over you?” Vaggie asked, smirking a little. Charlie giggled and shrugged, leaning into Vaggie. “That’s okay. We can wait out here until they’re done, querida.” Vaggie said, ruffling Charlie’s blonde hair.

Charlie cuddled close, smiling softly. Sure, it wasn’t great watching her caregivers argue. But at least she knew they loved her.

[juneberrie]

GET HIM BACK ! ; JJ MAYBANK

[summary] 🍒 ex!jj maybank x fem!kook!reader — i wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad. oh, i wanna get him back.

[warnings] 🎸 underage drinking, swearing, implied sex at the beginning. wc : 1.3k

EVERYONE KNEW THAT JJ MAYBANK had a reputation, to say the least.

the pogue prince was known for sleeping his way across the island, and no one was surprised when he started sleeping his way into your sheets. what they were surprised by, though, was when they realized you were more to jj than another heart to break.

that is, until he did break your heart. the breakup was brutal, but seemingly it was just another day for him. it was as if he was a vampire, sucking the life out of you while he partied the nights away at the boneyard.

it had been a few months though, and you were back, better than ever. you had gotten the amazing idea to go to the next kegger at the boneyard and fuck with jj. not like, fuck fuck him, but fuck with him. you had fished around your closet — and your friends closets — to find the perfect dress. black satin that was just long enough to constitute as a dress. you pulled it down just enough so that the top edge of your bra was visible. you slipped on some sneakers and fixed up your makeup one last time before taking a step towards the door. then, you remember your lipgloss and take a couple of steps back, picking it up and slipping it in your bra.

the second you got to the party, you picked up a red solo cup and filled it to the brim with water. if you were going to get him back, you wanted to be totally sober. you danced your way to the center of the party, where you found sarah, nursing her own cup of whatever concoction the pogues had mixed up.

"this is a bad idea, right?" you asked her, surveying the room. your eyes found jj's frame, leaning against a wall and sipping from a can of beer as he talked to pope and john b.

sarah, who'd been the first person to comfort you after the breakup and the first person you told your plan about, smiled. "yeah, it is." she nudged your shoulder.

you nodded, taking a gulp of your water. "great." your eyes kept scanning the room till you found your victim.

sarah had offered up her boyfriend as the bait, reassuring you that john b wanted you and jj back together more than anyone. still, you made sure to call him up and ask if he didn't mind going through with your plan. he had laughed and told you, "look, y/n, i'm getting tired of jj moping around the chateau complaining about how he misses you. if i have to flirt with you for a little while to get him back with you, i don't mind."

you took another sip of your water, adjusted the straps of your dress, and confidently walked over to john b, who was standing directly in front of jj, talking with him and pope.

"heyyy, john b," you giggled flirtatiously, putting a hand on his chest. you made a point of ignoring jj's piercing stare, winking at john b. he smirked back and pulled you in for a hug.

" 'sup, y/n?" he pulled away, wrapping an arm around you. jj cleared his throat, and your gaze swiveled to him.

"oh. hi, maybank," you grinned at him, meeting his blue eyes. "didn't see you there." you made a show of slipping a hand into john b's back pocket. he looked surprised for a moment but chuckled it off, playing it off as if it was natural for a kook to practically grope a pogue's ass. specifically her ex's best friend's ass.

jj stared at you, trying to school his features, but he couldn't magic away the anger in his eyes.

the rest of the night was spent practically hanging off john b, giggling loudly at everything he said. every time you giggled, jj could feel his blood boiling. it should have been his jokes you were laughing at, he thought, downing his fourth beer of the night. you swirled your red solo cup, watching the water inside spin.

when you were sure jj was looking, you slowly pulled out your lipgloss and twisted it open, making eye contact with the blonde. you swiped it on, smacking your lips together before slipping it away.

jj had had enough. he stormed over to you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from john b. "we need to talk," he growled. he pulled you towards.... somewhere, you didn't know. you happily followed, smiling triumphantly when you passed sarah, who snorted and saluted you, taking another sip of her drink.

jj pulled you into a small hallway closet, which was surprisingly empty, both of coats and couples.

"what the fuck are you doing?" he seethed, closing the door.

"oh, so now you wanna talk to me?" you scoffed and crossed your arms. "if all it takes for you to talk to me if to flirt with john b. then maybe i should have tried that sooner."

he glared at you, then sighed. "what do you want from me, y/n?" he whispered, looking down.

"i want to get back together," you deadpanned. you sighed, noticing his hands clenched into fists at his sides and the recognizing his tone. "that fight was stupid, j. we both said things we shouldn't have." his gaze softened and he looked back at you.

"you said you never wanted to see me again," he mumbled. his bottom lip trembled. "fuck, n/n," he laughed shakily. "did you— did you mean any of what you said?"

you shook your head, taking a careful step forward. one hand reached up to cup his face. "of course not. i was angry." his eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into your hand.

"i miss you," he whispered, taking a shaky breath. "i miss you, i love you, and i don't know how i survived two months without you." his hand reached up to cover yours.

"three months," you corrected quietly, taking yet another step closer. "three months, two weeks, and four days."

his eyes suddenly opened, blue eyes staring straight into yours. his hand trailed along your arm before pulling you closer by the waist.

"i'm sorry," he murmured. he pulled you just close enough that your hips were almost touching. "i'm sorry for what i said, i'm sorry for yelling, i'm sorry for ignoring you. you didn't deserve any of that." his voice broke as he looked down at the ground. he sniffled. "you have every right to be mad at me, i was a dick."

"jayj," you cooed. "i'm not mad. i could never be mad at you." you ran a hand through his hair. "i'm sorry for trying to make you jealous. i just— i didn't know how to get you to talk to me."

he sniffled again and buried his face in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your waist. "y'could've just— said something. like, hey, jj, i miss you. you're the hunkiest dude i've ever been with, please take me back."

you laughed softly and kept playing with his hair.

he looked up at you, eyes slightly puffy but still as blue as the ocean. "i never stopped loving you, y'know." he smiled softly. "i still love you. i love you."

"i love you too, jayj. you're still my pretty boy," you told him, cupping his face in your hands.

he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "yeah.. i've always been your pretty boy," he whispered. "always."

he pressed his forehead to yours, smiling softly with his eyes closed. after a quiet moment, he spoke. "does that mean— does that mean you'll take me back?" he asked quietly.

you pressed another kiss to his lips. "of course, pretty boy. i love you."

"i love you too, sunshine."

[moremaybank]

Hello! I hope you are doing good and i‘d like to make a request if they are open (if not just tell me it‘s fine). So the reader is Kies little Sister and she‘s like the Kook Princess 2.0. She isn‘t really close to the Pogues but she likes them. Jj always kinda found her hot and stuff but he knows kie would freak out if he‘d hit on her Little Sister. She‘s only like 1 year younger of course (no pedophile). Then Jj and John B are on a Party. Kie and Pope are hanging out together somewhere idk. Then John B and Jj see that Rafe is touching Kies Lil Sister even tho she says stop and stuff. He puts his Hand on her Waist and stuff. Jj of course go inbetween and starts a fight with Rafe (physically but only a few Punches and stuff). And Reader is basically like: Why do you care? And then yk what happens lol. It‘s like kinda soft and not rough or anything but she‘s not a Virgin. It‘s just passionate and sweet and gentle yk? Have a Great Day/Night 🫶🏻!

POGUE PRINCESS — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!carrera!reader

summary jj gets into a fight with rafe while defending you. you go off at him because he's always so reckless with his life, and it leads jj to confess something you never would have expected.

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, language, physical violence (jj fighting rafe), rafe grabbing at reader (doesn't go further than that), reader arguing with jj

jj masterlist

little carrera. kook princess, next in line for the throne. you weren't the traditional type of kook, though.

you were kind, always very thoughtful and giving toward the pogues, and you took great strides to help them out any time you could. you were never one to follow the whole 'kooks versus pogues' feud. to be quite honest, you thought it was complete bullshit. why should the pogues be punished for being less fortunate than the kooks who came from wealth? it wasn't their fault, and they shouldn't be treated like parasites for it.

this meant that you were a big advocate, much like your older sister, for equality among the people of the island. you did everything you could to help the pogues.

for instance, you were the one that got the kooks to raise money for backup generators on the cut. you had always considered it unfair that the pogues had to suffer after each storm, especially when they did the majority of the work to keep up the livelihood for the entire island.

you were also the one who started a nonprofit that provided scholarships for kids on the cut. you were inspired by kiara's friend, pope, who had become your own friend, and who was the genius of the group. you saw how hard he had to grind to secure his future, and it inspired you to help him and kids like him, who had to work tirelessly for the slim chance to secure their future.

all in all, you had a huge heart, and you weren't too shy to share it with the world around you. and this is exactly what led jj to fall for you.

completely and utterly head over heels for you.

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"you're staring again," john b spoke, approaching his best friend and handing him one of the beers in his hand. he watched as jj kept his eyes on you, following your every move as you danced along to whatever song was blasting through the speakers.

the boneyard was jam-packed, and countless inebriated young adults were littered along the beach as they partied.

"how could i not?" jj replied, taking a sip of his beer as he watched you laugh at something sarah had said to you. "i mean, just look at her, dude. she's perfect."

your smile had always been a pick-me-up for jj. it was magical, so much so that it brought a deep warmth to him every time he caught the slightest glimpse of it.

"you know kiara's gonna murder you if she ever finds out that you've been lusting after her baby sister, right?" john b questioned.

"it's not lusting, john b. she's different than anyone i've ever met. i have actual feelings for her."

"well, either way, you know y/n's off-limits. kie's gonna have your damn head."

jj shrugged nonchalantly with a slight smile.

"worth it."

he watched as you caught eyes with him from across the party, giving him a small wave with a flushed face. his heart fluttered, and he waved back at you.

oh, the things he would do to hold you, and kiss you, and tell you how remarkable he considered you to be.

he flashed back to the first time he went to you after getting into an altercation with luke and how that was the first night he realized how he truly felt about you.

"oh my god, please tell me you didn't get into another fight with some asshole kook," you joked as you let jj climb through your bedroom window.

he gave you a small smile, it barely reaching his eyes as he tried to front with you as if he was okay.

"hey," you frowned when he failed to respond, "you okay?"

jj nodded, "yeah, i'm good. just need you to patch me up," he spoke quietly.

"j..." you began, "what happened? you can tell me."

you cradled his bruised face in your hands, and your eyes searched his blue ones, the signature shimmer in them completely snuffed out.

jj sighed, avoiding your gaze. "nothing, y/n. i'm fine, alright?"

"i don't believe you."

once again, he failed to respond, and you grabbed his hand in yours as you led him to sit on your bed. jj followed slowly, dragging his feet tiredly as he made his way to sit on your mattress. he slung his backpack off his shoulders and dropped it onto your hardwood floor before taking a seat.

"you can't say anything," he murmured, his gaze glued to the floor as he dragged a hand over his injured face.

"j," you spoke, "i would never. you can trust me, okay? i promise."

you sat there and listened to every single word that fell from his lips. you felt your heart crack as he opened up to you about his home life. you knew he was struggling to even speak on everything luke had put him through on an almost-daily basis, and the fact that he chose you to vent to wasn't lost on you. if anything, you felt eternally grateful that he trusted you enough to tell you everything he felt, good and bad. and you hoped he knew just how much you cared for him. you held him, spoke sweet nothings into his ear as he cried, tended to his wounds both inside and out, and made it a point to make sure he felt as special and adored as he deserved to be, and then some.

and jj would never, ever forget that intimate moment the two of you had shared and the safety and security you gave him simply by being there and lending an ear.

jj had to tell you. he had to confess how much he loved you, with every fibre in his being, no matter what your sister — or anyone else for that matter — had to say about it. he didn't care that you came from different worlds. as long as you were in his, everything would be okay.

-

come a little closer by cage the elephant blasted through the speakers as you made your way over to the keg, hoping to top up your red solo cup.

"well, well, well," you heard from behind you, and you instantly recognized the voice. "little carrera. damn, you look good."

you rolled your eyes, turning around to face the owner of that voice, the one you dreaded hearing every time the two of you crossed paths.

"rafe."

"how have you been?"

"i was great until you got here," you responded wryly, avoiding his gaze as you swirled the beer around in your cup.

"come on, y/n. don't be like that. you know you love when we partake in this little back-and-forth thing we do," rafe smirked, inching closer to you. "don't act like you don't."

you scoffed, finally levelling his gaze. "it's not acting, cameron. take the goddamn hint."

"nah. don't lie, princess. you want me. you're always wearing those skimpy ass little shorts whenever you come over. batting your eyelashes at me and reeling me in. you don't have to hide your feelings anymore. i'm here. let's do this."

rafe made to grab your waist, but you backed up, removing yourself from his reach.

"oh, so that's how you wanna play this?" he asked.

"leave me alone, rafe. how many more ways do i have to say it before you understand?"

"drop the act." rafe's surged forward, gripping your hips quite harshly as he tugged you closer to him. "you're coming with me whether you like it or not."

"get off me!" you said, shoving his hands away. you felt cold, and you wanted nothing more than to get as far away from rafe as humanly possible. before you had the chance, though, you heard someone starting to yell as they made their way over to the two of you.

"hey! don't you dare fucking touch her!"

your's and rafe's gaze found jj fast-approaching you both, and when he reached, he was quick to strike rafe across the face with his fist. you watched as rafe fell to the ground, clutching his injured jaw while jj tumbled on top of him. his hands were fast, punching and pummelling rafe's face in.

jj's blood was boiling, and he ignored each of your protests. either that, or he just couldn't hear you at all over the rage that consumed him.

"jj!" you exclaimed. "stop!"

you looked over at john b, eyes pleading for help. he nodded, and after struggling slightly, he managed to pull jj away from him. his hands pushed at jj's chest as jj tried to shove past him.

"yo, chill! she's fine, alright? calm down!" john b ordered.

jj's eyes trailed over to you, unable to read the expression on your face as his breathing started to slow. he noticed that rafe had disappeared, assumably having left, and he slowly walked over to you, pulling you aside as his hands found your face.

"you okay, pretty girl?" he asked as he inspected you, looking for any signs of pain or discomfort.

angrily, you turned away from his touch. "what the hell is wrong with you, jj?"

"yikes. gotta go," john b murmured before rushing away from the two of you, knowing you were about to let jj have it.

"what do you mean?" jj questioned.

you sighed harshly, "when are you going to learn that you can't just be out here starting shit with the kooks? what if they have you arrested?"

"are you fucking kidding me right now? rafe was trying to force you into doing shit that you didn't want to do, and you're mad at me?"

"yeah," you stated, "you know what? i am. because you're always doing such stupid, reckless shit that could land you in trouble. and you don't seem to care! you can't keep putting yourself in a position to get in shit!"

"i was trying to protect you!"

"news flash, idiot! i don't need you to protect me! i can do that just fine by myself."

jj scoffed harshly, "yeah, but you weren't! and i'm not just gonna stand there and watch while rafe — or anyone for that matter — hurts you! you clearly don't know me at all if you think i will."

"god, jj. this doesn't concern you. why do you even care?!"

"why do i care? because i'm in love with you, you idiot!"

okay, jj knew he was going to tell you how he felt tonight. but that was not the way he planned on doing so.

awkward.

"what?" you whispered, the anger dissipating from your features you looked up at him.

jj sighed, treading carefully as he inched closer to you. he tucked a loose strand of curls behind your ear, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone and lingering there for a moment.

"i love you. and i know you probably don't feel the same way because you're you, and i'm me, but i can't help it. you're perfect. you're smart, so damn smart. and you're kind. your heart is so big, and you care about me. you never make me feel judged or ashamed to be me. and now i'm rambling because you make me nervous as hell and i—"

you cut jj off with a kiss, not just to silence him but to tell him that you felt it too. the passion, the strong bond, the once-in-a-lifetime connection.

you felt all of it. and you felt it for him.

you felt his muscular arms wrap around your waist and pull you flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. you let him, your hands sliding from the napes of his neck into his blonde locks. his lips felt like heaven, and you struggled to understand how you lasted so long without being able to taste them. it was almost as if kissing him was now your life force and the fact that you had survived up until now was by pure miracle.

you hesitated to pull away, but you did.

"i love you too," you breathed, watching the reflection of the moonlight from the water on the beach illuminate his azul eyes. "you wanna get out of here?"

jj grinned, his dimple coming to light as he nodded. "let's go, baby."

-

you and jj stumbled through the chateau door, blindly making your way to jj's room there. jj led you backwards, and when the back of your knees hit the mattress, you sat down, breaking the kiss.

"we don't have to keep going if you don't want to. i don't care about the sex. all i care about is being here with you," jj said, smoothing your hair away from your face as he assured you. the look of tenderness in his eyes had you swooning, enough to make your heart clench.

"get over here, maybank," you smiled, fisting your hand in his cotton t-shirt and yanking him toward you. you leaned back while he climbed over you, his arms on either side of your frame to ensure he didn't crush you with his weight.

your lips locked fervently, your hands slipping underneath jj's shirt and to his back as you pushed him further toward you. you could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabrics that separated the two of you, and suddenly, it wasn't enough. you pulled away, tugging at the hem of his shirt and signalling that you wanted it off. jj caught your drift, smirking slightly as he shrugged it off. you followed suit, discarding your top onto the floor.

his eyes landed on your bra-clad chest, his hands moving up your torso to cup them. you let out a quiet moan at the action, and jj took this as permission to slip your bra off. he slid one of the straps down your shoulder, pressing a wet kiss to it before he did the same to the other. his fingers then found your back, unhooking your bra and freeing your tits.

"goddamn," he breathed, palming them once again and feeling the gratifying weight of them in his hands. "you're so fucking perfect, baby. look at you."

he laid you back against the pillows with your head propped up, trailing kisses down your neck as he made his way to your chest. he adorned them with his lips, nibbling here and there and marking you as his. he took one nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing over it as it perked up. he sucked at it and let go with a pop before moving to the other one and doing the same.

once he was finished, he pulled back to look at the love bites he'd left on you. "you look so pretty when you're all marked up, princess," he cooed, fingers trailing over the bruises as they made their way down to the button of your jean shorts. he undid them with ease and slipped one hand inside your panties slowly. his fingers prodded at your entrance and he felt the slick pooling out of you.

"this all for me?"

you nodded in confirmation, "all for you, jj. want you to touch me, please."

"touch you how, baby?" he questioned, slowly sinking his middle finger into your entrance, "like this?" you gasped softly, and he smiled as he began to thrust it into you.

his movements were gentle and teasing as his digit massaged your walls. he curled it up with each pump, flicking it against your sweet spot as he warmed you up.

"more, j. need more." your hands rested on his muscular biceps as you looked up at him pleadingly. he granted your wish, slowly inserting his ring finger as he picked up the pace he had previously set. your toes curled, and you threw your head back, feeling him rub against your g-spot. you ground your hips against his hand, letting the friction of his calloused palm stimulate your swollen clit.

jj watched as you let the ecstasy fill your entire body, feeling you buck your hips as you searched for more pleasure. he encouraged you as you did so, "that's it, pretty girl. use my hand to make yourself cum. coat my fingers so i can taste you."

"shit," you cursed in response, your nails digging into the flesh of his upper arms. you rolled your hips against his palm over and over, chasing your high. he felt you clamp down on his fingers, and when you made eye contact with him again, he nodded, telling you to let go.

"c'mon, baby. you're right there, i can feel you. let me see how beautiful you are when you cum for me."

you let out a breathy moan as you came, squeezing jj's upper arms while you held on for dear life. your walls gripped onto jj's fingers like a vice as he let you ride out your orgasm.

once your breathing calmed, jj pulled his fingers out of you and sucked them into his mouth. he lapped at them while he held his gaze on yours and groaned in satisfaction when your release coated his taste buds.

"so fucking sweet, pretty girl. inside and out," he spoke.

you sat up, and he kissed you, letting you taste the remnants of your release on his lips. your hands trailed down his torso until they found his shorts. you palmed his bulge through the article of clothing, taking notice of its twitch when you came into contact with it.

"can i fuck you, baby? sweet and slow so i can show you how you make me feel?"

"there's nothing i want more."

jj grinned, forcing one of your own on your face as he began to rid himself of his shorts and boxers. he freed himself, and your eyes landed on the thick cock he had the pride of calling his own.

he pushed you back down gently, making sure you were nice and comfortable on the bed. he leaned forward, pecking your lips softly while he guided himself toward your entrance.

"you ready for me, princess?"

you nodded, kissing him again to grant him permission. he pushed into you as he returned the kiss, bottoming out before he started to move his hips. his arms caged you in, cradling your head with his hands as he fucked you deep, his pace relaxed and concentrated on satiating your every desire.

"tell me how you feel, baby. that feel good?" he rasped, maintaining eye contact as he plunged into you over and over.

"so good, j. want you closer, deeper." you wrapped your legs around his torso, your heels pushing at the top of his ass so you could keep him pressed to you.

he obliged, leaning his forehead against yours as he pressed his lips to yours continuously. the passion he felt for you bled through every one of his actions as he fucked you and made you his own. every kiss was magic, every touch was searing, and every thrust was a silent i love you.

you could feel him surrounding you in every sense of the term, and you never wanted this moment to end. you felt so close to him, closer than you ever had with the flames from your past. jj was like the missing puzzle you'd been searching a lifetime for but could never seem to find. and now that you'd found him, your heart would never be able to let him go. the loss would be too great to bear.

"i love you so much. never letting go of you, wanna keep you forever," he spoke as he rutted into you leisurely. his cock was massaging you so perfectly, and you felt the electricity buzzing between the two of you. "you're my princess. tell me you're mine."

"i'm yours, j. i belong to you, 'm all yours," you whispered, cupping his face as you looked into his eyes.

the words were true to your heart. you truly were his. this blonde goofball had captured your heart long ago without you even realizing it, and no one could ever compare to him.

there was no one like jj.

"that's right, baby. and no one else can ever have you."

he granted another kiss on your lips, before moving down to your neck. he kept moving as his lips searched for your sweet spot. he found it right below your ear and began to suck another hickey into your skin as he somehow rolled his hips deeper into your core.

you cried out at his depth, your hand tangling itself in his hair and pushing his mouth further onto your skin. you tugged at his locks, and he let out a muffled groan as you spurred him on.

"right there, j. i'm so fucking close, shit," you whimpered, begging for more.

he came up from the nape of your neck, "yeah? you gonna cum for me, sweet girl?"

you nodded furiously, unable to form a coherent sentence while he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"i feel you, baby," he spoke once you started to squeeze him, "let go for me. that's it. just like that, mama." his teeth grazed over your sweet spot once more, and you unravelled for him.

your nails dragged down the flesh of his back, surely leaving behind a few marks of your own on him. your eyes clamped shut as the euphoria overtook you, and you hugged him to you as you came on his cock.

"cum for me, j. give it to me. make me yours for real," you pleaded, smoothing his hair out of his face as you felt him twitch inside of you.

"shit, baby. gonna give you all my cum," he grunted as he thrusted once more and erupted inside of you, painting your walls with his release. he stilled when he did so, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he came down.

"holy shit. i'm kinda jealous of all the girls that you've fucked like that," you said, letting out a soft laugh.

jj chuckled against your skin, "you really think i fucked any of those girls as good as i fucked you? no way."

you grinned, shaking your head in exasperation as you looked at him. his hair was a tousled mess, he was covered in sweat, and his lips were swollen from all the kissing. still, though, he had never looked more gorgeous.

you watched as his eyes roamed over all the hickies he'd left you with, and his eyes widened slightly in panic.

"what's wrong?" you asked.

"your sister's gonna kill me."

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i still love you.

feat. | diluc, yoimiya, eula, and xiao! summary | getting back together after a breakup. you love each other. author's note: it was very painful to write this very painful fic. enjoy! also idk if xiao actually smiles.. but i took a leap. and so now he smiles.

diluc ragnvindr |

maybe he hung around after to see if you still loved him. maybe he, despite your cutting words, still loved you. maybe he went to sleep thinking of your soft smile and gentle touch. and maybe, just maybe, he hoped you’d come back to him. 

your breakup destroys diluc. he’s still in love, hanging on to his shredded memories of you. he longs to kiss you, hold you, be with you. and yet you’d left, weeks ago, months ago, how long was it? time blurs together when you’re not there, and he feels almost weightless.

ha! weightless. as though such a word could be used to describe a man whose heart had just been torn out of his chest and lain on the ground, bleeding raw and bare. he sometimes—no, always—thought about you, and was so out of it that he rarely bartended at the tavern anymore. he hid away in the dawn winery. he wants to see you—he wants you to love him again, love him like he loved (no, loves) you.

adelaide worries about his many weeks spent pining away in front of the fire, drinking tea and staring morosely into the flickering flames. he's always been broody, angsty, mopey, but after he met you, he perked up. he started growing flowers in little beds (after you nagging him) and he started wearing other clothes. honestly. he'd do anything to see you right now.

and his wish is granted one cold winter afternoon, when he opens the door to see you on the other side. his broken heart repairs itself at the sight of you, freezing, smiling apologetically at him. “i love you—“ the two of you start together, and he doesn’t even give you a pause before he pulls you into a kiss.

naganohara yoimiya |

she misses you with an ache so fierce her sunshine dims. her father comments on her dullness and she forces a laugh. she’s no longer chipper, no longer soft and sweet. instead, she’s hard edges and short tempers and quiet cries in the dark. 

yoimiya thinks about you every day. while lighting a firework fuse. while staying up late at night. her thoughts are plagued by you and you only. she can’t bring herself to forget you, the magical person who dove in and made her feel truly, truly joyful. who made her feel like she wasn't too much.

she watches the fireworks on amakane island, remembering when you sat with her. and yet the thought stings so much, she bites her lip hard to keep from crying. what happened to her? she used to laugh everywhere she went, spreading light and warmth. you'd called her the sparkle of my eye. when she'd blushed and laughed, you had thrown your arms around her and kissed her full on the mouth.

now, she needs you. she needs you to bring back that light. that sparkle.

her chest aching, she leans forward and closes her eyes, her fingertips brushing a slip of paper. she raises it to her eyes. on it, four words are written in a scrawl she’s recognize anywhere. 

i still love you.

she sniffles, the tears streaming freely down her face. when were you here last? to write her a note, but to not see you? could you be that selfish? why leave a note when you could see her in person? she tears up the note, her fingers shaking, anger seeping through the sadness. well, fine. if you didn't want to see her, so be it. she would raise her head and--

a shuffle behind her causes her head to snap up and glance behind her. it’s you, holding up a sheet of paper. she barely takes time to read it before throwing herself into your arms and sobbing into your shoulder. do you still love me?

“yes,” she whispers into your ear, her sobs hiccuping into laughter.

xiao | 

xiao tells himself that he doesn’t hurt. he tells the same thing to anyone who asks; i’m fine. i’ve been over yn for so long now, it’s a thing of the past. he’ll force a laugh, but when he’s alone, sorrow drags his heart down so far it’s a wonder he manages to live still. 

your leaving xiao tore him to shreds and pasted him together, some pieces missing and some in different spots. he wants to find you again. he wants you to call his name. often, he finds himself looking at the top of wangshu inn, searching for your silhouette, your voice, your words. your words were always so pretty. you had the loveliest way of describing the most trivial of things. the rain patters like my thoughts--always moving, always whirling, always there. but dissolving into the background sometimes, you'd written once. and then he'd known that he was deep in love.

maybe he’s too clingy. maybe all he deserves is this eternal suffering. karma, he thinks bitterly. he never deserved you. your sweet words, snarky wit and whip-fast intellect. your beautiful love. 

whenever he started doubting himself like this, you’d sit on his lap and furiously tell him all the things you loved about him. by the end, he was smiling and you were laughing. you always said his smiles were as rare as a double rainbow; they were rarely there, but when they were, they took your breath away. his smile lopsided and crooked, his eye crinkling. it looked so out-of-place on his usually solemn features that you couldn't help but laugh, without fail.

thinking about that feels like a stab to the chest. he inhales painfully and turns away from the top of wangshu inn—but not before spotting a familiar silhouette.

he could recognize you from anywhere, and hoists himself easily onto the roof. you turn towards him. “xiao,” you whisper, and he smiles a double-rainbow smile.

eula lawrence | 

eula pretends that she does not care. who cares if you've left her? the one true love of her life? better to be the one in power, she decides, and not to cry over you again. she throws herself into dancing more fervently than before, whispering to herself vengeance will be had for your breakup.

eula dances with a ferocity that sends everyone reeling into shock. is she... angry? people wonder. her anger plus her love for you plus her hurt turns her dances sharp like ice, dangerous like lightning. she's as graceful as a swan, light as a feather. she's quiet and angrier when she speaks and when people bring you up, she cuts them off with a dangerous look and a whispered threat of vengeance.

she remembers how you'd tell her how gorgeous she looked before the performance, and after, only compliments would spill from your mouth. she remembers blushing and smiling so hard her cheeks ached along with her feet, and she remembers you carrying her bridal-style to your bed. she remembers how you'd always make her tea and sit with her until she fell asleep.

thinking about such things, she scolds herself, is not right. she spins into a turn and for a second, thinks she can see your face in the crowd. but why would it be you? you left her after she broke up with you (maybe a valid reason, but does it matter? you left).

coming out of her turns, she spots you again. this time, there's no doubt. you smile at her and she rapidly ends her dance, rushing towards you. you race into her arms and she twirls the two of you around. "i love you so much," you whisper.

"i am so mad at you for leaving," she hisses. "but i love you too." and she yanks you back towards her.

[lazycats-stuff]

Hii! I been meaning to ask this for while and feel free to ignore but can have a follow up with the oc trios where idk a lantern kid or a arrow kid or a magic (John son maybe?) or any of the Justice leagues kids joining our trio team?

Oh, I certainly can do this! (Y/N) is going to die with more people coming in lol. Also, I have to repeat gifs because I can't find any good ones.

Bruce Wayne & male!reader, PART 2

Summary: The trio has expanded.

Warnings: minor cursing, (Y/N) doesn't want anymore people on the team, Alec is an oc and he is cute.

(Y/N), Althea and James were as notorious as their parents, if not more. They hanged out more often than not, even though (Y/N) grumbled about it, they worked well on missions together. Bruce, Diana and Clark couldn't have been happier. Of course, (Y/N) would rather kill himself rather than admit it, but still.

It was painfully obvious.

It was nice until John Constantine walked in with his son, Hunter Constantine and (Y/N) had a bad feeling about this situation. The younger trio was called in for some news. (Y/N) tried to pry it out of his father, but Bruce refused to budge. Althea and James tried too, but they refused to tell.

The trio was suspicious, but they had decided to see what the hell was happening with their parents. The trio sat in the conference room, waiting to see what's happening. (Y/N) had his arms crossed and was bored beyond belief. What the hell?

Althea and James were excited for the news, even though they were suspicious of the said news. (Y/N) tried to warn them to not get too excited about it. It could be anything. They could say that they will never go on missions ever again or something else that could be great.

They all whipped their heads to look at the doors that opened. Batman, John Constantine and a boy their age walked in. (Y/N) didn't react to anything, but he had a very good feeling for what's to come. He glanced at his dad. Maybe he was overthinking. Just maybe.

" This is Alec Constantine, John's son. He is joining you three as you magical backup. " Bruce announced and (Y/N) wanted to die. No. And the worst thing is?

Alec looked like a cute golden retriever. Shit.

" Hello everyone, nice to meet you. " Alec said with a small smile and (Y/N) wanted to throw himself off of this island.

Althea and James stood up and went to talk to him. (Y/N) had to take a deep breath. It wouldn't be fair to blow on him the first time they met. After a few months maybe.

Maybe.

(Y/N) shook his head with a small murmur of his name on his lips and went back to his chair. Alec didn't look concerned or worried about... He even looked... Interested in this reaction.

(Y/N) glared at him and Bruce glared at (Y/N) in return. The two had a silent conversation for a few moments. Bruce told him to be nice in his telepathic way and (Y/N) has replied I'm trying okay?

Alec remained unaware of telepathic conversation, but John wasn't. (Y/N) glared in his normal way at John too. The three have glared before John broke the eye contact.

" You know, I have been looking for someone to teach Alec some martial arts, just in case that something happens to him and he can't rely on magic. " John said and Alec groaned quietly.

(Y/N) was confused, but saw where this was going. Nope.

" (Y/N) can help out. I'm busy and I won't have the time to teach Alec, but (Y/N) will be more than happy to help. Right? " Bruce asked right, just as he turned to look at his son with a glare. Everyone was looking at him now.

" Right. " He said dryly and Bruce smirked.

" Thank you (Y/N). Now, I would recommend that the four of them hang out outside of the vigilante life. It would be better for their team spirit. " Bruce added and (Y/N) felt like he was being punished for something. The worst thing?

He didn't do anything to deserve this. He really didn't. He behaved. He bit his tongue. There will be hell to pay when they got back home. There really will be. (Y/N) can't just take this from his dad. And if he hears that he needs to socialize, he will burn down Gotham City. He swore on God that he would do it.

Bruce smirked discreetly towards his son, knowing exactly what he did. Of course, Bruce always knew what he was doing and (Y/N) had to prove why he was second detective and why he could stand next to Batman by figuring out what Bruce was planning. He stood up and glanced at his father.

" Right, (Y/N) and I have to go, we have some cases in Gotham. " Bruce said and (Y/N) could see the bullshit within that sentence clear as day.

(Y/N) nodded as he said goodbye his friends and a now acquaintance. Once the two bats were in the Batcave, (Y/N) turned to his father.

" What the hell? " (Y/N) asked as he took of his cowl and threw it on the table in the cave, ruffling his hair. Bruce smiled and ruffled (Y/N)'s hair and then took his cowl off.

" You need to socialize. " Bruce said and (Y/N) huffed.

" Master Bruce is right, master (Y/N). You need to hang out with people. " Alfred chimed in as he walked over, taking (Y/N)'s cowl into his hands.

" I have friends. " (Y/N) defended himself, but Alfred wasn't impressed.

" Sure. You don't want friend, but every human in this world needs one another. So what happened master Bruce? "Alfred inquired and Bruce turned to him to explain.

" A new member joined the young ones, magical one. John's son, Alec. " Bruce said and Alfred hummed, nodding. He remembers who Alec is. Alfred liked Alec. He was nice. He met him when Bruce save the boy from a big crime boss. The entire thing was a misunderstanding, but Alfred just liked him.

" And I said that (Y/N) could teach him some martial arts for self defense. " Bruce explained and Alfred let out a huh with a smile.

" It will improve your leadership skills master (Y/N). " Alfred said and (Y/N) groaned.

" I'm being punished for something. I don't even know what for. " (Y/N) grumbled as he walked off to shower and change.

" It's not a punishment! " Bruce called after him and (Y/N) huffed as he didn't believe it at all.

Bruce smirked. Oh this was going to be fun.

" Again. " (Y/N) said coldly as Alec was panting on the ground. This was just a warm up for (Y/N). For him, martial arts were important. It's all he has in order to survive in their world, alongside his wits and intelligence. He has no powers, not magical ones and not super ones. He was a normal human.

" You are cruel... " Alec panted and (Y/N) looked down at him coldly as Alec knelt down, trying to catch his breath.

" Trust me, I'm an angel compared to our enemies. Your position is sloppy, you are too open and I saw about 3 ways to take you down from the way you were open. And you don't use the proper technique for this. " (Y/N) said and helped Alec up.

" I'm trying, okay?! " Alec said loudly, clearly annoyed.

" I can see that. But you need to get into that mentality. You can't use your powers in public because that will give your identity away. Not to mention, they can take them away. " (Y/N) said and Alec looked, looking quite defeated. (Y/N) actually felt pity at him. It's not a good thing to feel defeated. " I know you are trying and you are actually doing well for a newbie, but you still have a lot of elementary mistakes. Enemies will take an advantage of it and kill you if you are lucky. " (Y/N) said and and knelt down on his level.

" I know I sound cruel, but I'm being realistic. " (Y/N) said and Alec shakily stood up. (Y/N) stood up with him at the same time and the two were looking at one another.

" Can we go again? " Alec asked and (Y/N) looked all over him. He wasn't sure that Alec could go on anymore.

" Are you sure? Don't push yourself to hard. I don't want you to break. That's not productive for you. " (Y/N) said, looking for a sign of a lie. " Be honest with me Alec. "

Alec looked at (Y/N) with much more determination. " I'm ready. Lets go again. You are right... I need to get into that mindset. "

" Sit down. " (Y/N) said as he sat down in the middle of the ring.

Alec was confused, but he sat back down, looking at (Y/N) curiously. " What? "

" Getting into that mindset is not easy. It didn't come for me easy too, you know? " (Y/N) admitted.

" How did you get into that mindset? " Alec asked as he tilted his head. He really looked like a puppy.

" Even though I don't kill, I thought to myself it's me or them. I lose and get killed or worse, or I perfect my skills and make sure that doesn't happen. " (Y/N) explained and Alec got lost in thought.

" Really? " He asked, as if he couldn't believe it.

" Yes. It's not easy, but it will be worth it. " (Y/N) said as he stood up and then helped Alec up.

" Now, lets, get to the showers and wash the sweat off and then meet up with James and Althea. Also, you did good today. We need to work on some basis, but that's okay. You just need good foundations and then we can move on something more advanced. " (Y/N) said as he unwrapped his hands.

" Huh. You are a good teacher. " Alec admitted and (Y/N) gave a bat smirk as he hopped out of the ring.

" And you are a fast learner, oddly enough. Now lets go. " (Y/N) said as he moved to the showers, ready to shower and meet up with Althea and James. Alec followed.

Maybe having Alec on the team wasn't a bad thing. He really thought about it. Maybe he would fit well.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

final thoughts on the fox fella + new smol cat boi

What I find the most fascinating about Fellow isn't the character himself but rather the fandom reaction to just seeing his design. It was a tsunami of thirst unlike anything I had ever witnessed before. People were switching up oshis entirely, those who had never made a self-insert or yume before were suddenly making ones specifically to be shipped with Fellow, it was WILD. He's a homewrecker/j I support any and all Fellowives out there👍

That being said, I'm surprised that I feel so... lukewarm about him overall????? I'm usually all gung-ho for the smiling scammer types but for some reason Fellow just doesn't resonate with me. I'll admit that he's very good-looking (I love the colors of his suit, the cravat, the colorful patched up pants, and especially the silly little half capelet thing hanging off of him). His expressions are also very fun, with some favorites being his super smug smirk and the knowing, slightly-off kilter smile. However, there's just something about Fellow's personality that doesn't sit with me quite right. I know it's not the "he's a Red Flag!! RUN AWAY NOW!!!" thing either, because I love Love LOVE red flags in fictional characters 😭

Fellow is good at charming people off the cuff and using deceit to compensate for his low magical reserves, which in of itself is intriguing. It’s also admirable that he wants to start his own school for non-mages and low-magic mages to mingle, He’s an adult that still keeps the spirit of childlike wonder alive, and that makes him fun to follow. Those are the traits of his I like.

But I get the vibes that Fellow isn't as clever or as impressive as he likes to think he is...? He's full of himself but can't exactly back up his words with action. That's not meant to be a diss at his magical prowess, he's lacking in other areas as well. Like, he's a fully grown man picking fights with kids because of a personal vendetta... and he’s steering the kids home while the island is sinking and relying on them to rescue them in case anything goes wrong?? That’s just irresponsible. Not to mention he doesn’t seem to plan ahead?? How does he not know he’s kidnapping many famous and/or powerful people with families might come after his ass if they go missing?

I think that it doesn't help that the "pathetic" vibes were being conveyed in a lot of fan art well before the twist; it only adds to his "patheticness" and it gets to a point where it's too much for me and then is no longer appealing. I can get on board with him and gloating and wanting to crush kids’ dreams because same/j but not when he’s panting and wheezing and desperately tackling them for their tickets to tear up. He doesn’t feel like a genuine threat without the support of his backers. I would still say I like the character and will happily rag on him, but I wouldn't bark for him or anything (though I will grant him points for coming close to winning the cage makes it better/j).

What I appreciate about Fellow's character is that it shows us a darker side to Twisted Wonderland. I don't necessarily think his initial motives are that deep (he's after fat stacks), but I think the sentiment behind the motives are. It pulls back the curtain and reveals an ugly truth about his magical world and the roles that money and privilege play in it. We aren't exposed to many instances of this, but they are, in fact, there (like when Yuu was insulted by Riddle in book 1). It's finally getting attention front and center now—I just wish they had gone deeper with it.

What's currently got me invested in following Fellow is his relationship with Gidel. I love that they're a "found family" (they're "sworn brothers") and that Fellow seems to look after Gidel... Telling the NRC boys not to put stupid ideas in Gidel's head, walking off with Gidel at the end, recounting the times they scammed together, putting his arm out in battle to keep Gidel behind him... (or maybe I'm just delusional and want to believe the fan art LOL). I'm such a sucker for the trope of the protective big brother 💀 Unfortunately, we don't get a ton of canon moments in the event... Like damn, not even details on how they first met or how they found this job or why specifically Fellow cares for Gidel??? I don’t like that for all that we’re told about how hard the duo’s past was, we didn’t get to hear a lot of explicit detail about it (especially when it is so inherently important to their conflict with the NRC crew and their turn at the very end). I just gotta pray their eventual card next Halloween will give more insight into this.

He’s a character I like to think about mainly because his background as a failed mage student gives me a lot to chew on in terms of questioning the world’s lore and how their society is structured. Fellow himself is good for a few laughs, but it isn’t long before my mind strays, if that makes sense. I’m not chomping at the bit, but I don’t exactly detest the guy??? I guess you would call it ambivalence; I’m only fixated on certain aspects of him (the looks, the lore he provides, and the onii-sama potential).

I don't really have much to comment on for Gidel, but I have to say that I like having mute representation and more magicless characters in the cast at large. His outfit is also very fun; I like how it incorporates colors you don't normally see slapped together (that shade of yellow and purple) while still looking cohesive. I keep looking at Gidel's design and seeing a mix of Cheka and Ruggie though (because of the fluffy hair, eye shape, and stature). He very much reminds me of a smol doggo I'd bump into on a walk home and spend ten minutes standing there and considering adopting it.

As I said in my thoughts on Fellow, I think Gidel is at his best when he's in his little brother-big brother dynamic with Fellow. He's just a little guy trying his best while Fellow's trying to lead them. I think that's something the whole fandom can agree on, since I see sooo many people shading Fellow for his actions but the same people squealing and patting Gidel on the head and claiming he has done nothing wrong (despite being complicit in, and actively helping with, the trafficking operation). I guess it's because Gidel is still a child and may not fully understand the implications of it???

It's very sweet and genuine that Gidel demonstrates an interest in going to school and learning—but Fellow, who has been disappointed by the world of magic academia, warns Gidel against it. In his own way, he's keeping Gidel from what he sees as an uppity, shallow realm that will crush his hopes and dreams. That's Fellow's version of "protecting" him. It's a way of telling us about their relationship without outright stating how Fellow feels about Gidel. In return, Gidel also supports him and whacks him a good one when Fellow’s down in the dumps.

I'm sad that we didn't get to see more of their dynamic in the event (like we only see them having a meaningful interaction at the very end), but maybe that's just because the fandom works have set my expectations high. Unfortunately, all those sweet moments of Fellow and Gidel bonding are seemingly confined to just fanart and fanfiction, since very little is mentioned or even implied in the event itself. I'm hoping that (assuming they get a card together next year) we get to see more glimpses of their daily life in the associated vignettes.

[kaymarie-bell]

Idia’s Backstory Translation

Don’t look at me I’m a mess rn

Disclaimer: my own translation, just for entertainment purposes, there might be mistakes. Proceed to suffer.

Idia: My whole life was decided before I was even born.

“The Guardian of the Island of Woe”

That’s my future job.

Those who are born into the Shroud family are able to burn off accumulated blot in their bodies easily…

It is an unique magic that opens and closes the gates of “The Underworld”

Researcher A: Idia-sama is truly excellent in both academics and magic.

Researcher A: Experts in the magic engineering field are especially interested in him. He’s a genius.

Researcher B: Yes. The future of [S.T.Y.X.] is secure with him.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

For an ordinary child, that’s a question that will be asked to them at least once.

Would it be alright if someone asked me once as well?

[Run like a meteor, aiming for distant glory!]

Young Ortho: Hang in there, Big Brother! Hit Chronos’ army!

Young Idia: Yes! Hard Mode cleared!

Young Ortho: As expected of my brother! You defeated Chronos’ army!

Young Idia: Ahhh. I want to go on adventures to the outside world like the hero of [Star Rogue].

Young Ortho: Me too! I’m going on an adventure with my brother too!

Young Ortho: Then, we can be heroes who beat the bad guys together.

Young Idia: Heroes….I thought I might be able to go with Ortho, but I guess I can’t.

Young Ortho: Why? I want to be with my brother.

Young Idia: Because when I grow up, I have to take over the household…

Young Ortho: Well, what about before you grow up?

Young Idia: Before I grow up…?

Young Ortho: Yeah. You can go on an adventure trip before you grow up, right?

Young Idia: That’s right. I may be able to go outside before I have to take over the household.

Young Idia:…It’s easy to get out of the [Okeanus Hall] if you can break through the security system of the headquarters. That means…

Young Idia:…let’s go on an adventure.

Young Ortho: !! Yes! I want to go!

Young Idia: Leave it to your big brother!

I was just curious.

I just wanted to have a little adventure.

I didn’t think much of it.

I can’t believe it happened-

Young Idia: Heheh. It was easy for me to turn off the security. Is it okay to be able to break in so easily?

Young Ortho: Wow…! It’s my first time in this place.

Young Idia: Ortho, make sure you follow behind me.

Young Idia: you need an amphibious magic vehicle to be able to leave [Okeanus Hall]

Young Idia: Wait just a moment. Now, I just go to the hangar management system…

*Alarm Turns On*

Announcement: An emergency has occurred. The headquarter’s security system has been compromised by an external cyber attack.

Announcement: All detention centres in [Tartarus] have been unlocked. Subject ROS-3367A has escaped from the laboratory building.

Announcement: Charon units to head to [Tartarus] immediately! Non-combatants must evacuate to the shelters quickly!

Young Ortho:…Brother? What’s that sound?

Young Idia: No way…It can’t be…The security system I hacked into and turned off earlier…

Young Idia: N-no. I have to turn it back on!

Young Ortho:…B-big brother!

Young Idia: It’s okay. Your brother is lucky.

Young Ortho: No, brother…there’s something at the end of the corridor!

Young Idia: Eh?!

???: *growls!*

Young Idia: That’s- a monster?!

???: *growls*

I don’t remember what happened from there.

By the time I woke up, Ortho was gone.

Researcher A: I can’t believe that a 10-year-old boy could hack into the world’s highest security system…

Researcher C: He is too much of a genius. I never expected it to end in such a tragedy…

Researcher A: They say that all the phantoms were sent down to the underworld.

Researcher B: Even though there was no other choice….It was an unfortunate incident.

Young Idia: It was my fault. I was the one who told him to go on an adventure.

Young Idia: How can I be a genius if I can’t even protect my brother…? How could I ever be a hero?!

Young Idia: Ortho come back…give me Ortho back…

Young Idia: Every part of Ortho…return his body, his personality, his memories, everything!!

Young Idia:….that’s right.

If he can’t come back on his own, I can just make him.

….It’s okay. I remember everything. I can make the perfect Ortho again.

We promised we would go on an adventure together…

…Just leave it to your big brother.

Researcher A: Idia-sama…It’s been more than two years since he has stayed inside his room.

Researcher B: He has shut his heart ever since losing Ortho-sama.

Researcher C: However, he keeps requesting a large amount of magical parts regularly. Just what the hell is he doing…?

Boy Idia: Boom ba da boom boom boom! Ha! It’s done!! I finished it!

Boy Idia: I finally got it back!

Researcher A: Idia-sama?! Finished? What did you finish?

Boy Idia: Hehehe! What, you say? It’s Ortho!

Ortho: Nice to meet you. I am Ortho.

Boy Idia: What do you think!? It’s a complete reproduction of Ortho’s memories and thought patterns.

Boy Idia: the AI also includes a self-learning algorithm.

Boy Idia: The world’s first magic humanoid that continues to grow on its own. This is [ORTHO]!!

Researcher A: No way…you recreated your younger brother?!

Researcher B: That’s a taboo, Idia-sama!

Boy Idia: Huh? The story of a hero rescuing his girlfriend back from the underworld is considered a beautiful story, but why is it that when it comes to a younger brother it becomes a taboo?

Researcher B: T-that’s…

Boy Idia: Haaa. This is exactly why I dislike ordinary people!

Boy Idia: Would you please stop judging others with subjective ethics or mere emotional arguments?

Boy Idia: My “younger brother” is here because there is nothing physical to prove the existence of a soul.

Boy Idia: And he is stronger, much stronger than the living, he cannot be broken easily.

Boy Idia: If we keep making improvements, one day we can reach the end of the universe with this body. That’s right, Ortho!

Ortho: Hm! [Run like a meteor, aiming for distant glory!]

Boy Idia:…that’s right. Hehe! Both Chronos and the phantoms would be nothing compared to the current Ortho.

Boy Idia: The current Ortho could even be a hero…hehe!…he…hng…*sob*

Ortho: Your frontal cortex is overactive and your autonomic nerves are disturbed. It is recommended that you take a proper rest.

I wonder where I went wrong.

If I hadn’t tried to go on an adventure that day…

No, if I hadn’t yearned to become a hero before that…

Maybe, If I hadn’t been born in the Shroud family in the first place…?

If only…If only we had been born in a normal family…

Having friends to play games with,

Going on adventures,

Talking about our dreams for the future…

I might have become a real hero someday.

How did this happen?

I….

We just wanted to be like everybody else.

…Big brother.

….Ortho?

Thank you for chasing after me. I was very happy.

But, my brother shouldn’t come here yet.

Ortho…Why? I’ll go with you. We made a promise.

Yes. But “someday” is not “now.”

You want to read the rest of that manga, go watch an idol group live, play a new game…

My brother loves this world too much to give everything up.

Ha!? Who would love such a crap world!

It doesn’t matter if all that shit is gone!

You don’t have to be so silly. You don’t have to give up on anything anymore.

My brother has a future.

I want my brother to fulfill the dream we had that day.

Our dream…?  

I’m sure it’ll be a long road. And you might be discouraged. But…

You’re my big brother….my elder brother can go anywhere.

No matter how far away the place you dream of is, you will definitely get there.

It’s okay. I’ll be with you forever.

So don’t give up.

Ortho…wait

ORTHO—!!

???: IDIA!

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I apologize for any typos or grammatical errors, I could barely see past my tears sorry

Idia's VAs (the usual + the child voice) bodied this whole chapter. I highly recommend listening along.

The way he goes from laughing to crying during the hero line was heartbreaking, and the way he was begging to get Ortho back dealt me some heavy emotional damage. God I loved this chapter.

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Welcome To Auradon Prep!

A/N: Part 1! I wasn’t sure about adding the singing, but I did it anyone and I hope it’s still good and that y’all enjoy it.

Bold/Italics means singing.

Word Count: 3.8+ words

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Once upon a time, long, long ago. Well, more like 20 years ago. Belle married her Beast in front of 6,000 of their closest, personal friends.

Big cake.

Yeah, so instead of a honeymoon, Beast, united all of the kingdoms and got himself elected king of the United States of Auradon.

He rounded up all the villains and sidekicks, basically all the really interesting people, and he booted them to the Isle of the Lost, with a magical barrier to keep them there.

This is my hood.

No magic. No Wi-Fi.

No. Way. Out.

Or so I thought.

Hang on, you're about to meet us.

But first this happened.

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In a quite a lovely place, where they had nothing to fear, as long as they were across from the Isle. But never mind that, we're here to talk about a certain son of the King and Queen, who was having his outfit measured for his crowning, as his parents walking into the room.

"How is it possible that you're gonna be crowned king next month? You're just a baby!" Said the Beast, walking in arm in arm, with Belle.

"He's turning 16, dear." She said with a slight flick of her wrist, in her husband's direction.

"Hey, Pops-" Ben was about to say, but was caught off with his father's astonishment, as him being in fact, sixteen.

"That's far too young to be crowned king. I didn't make a good decision until I was at least 42." The Beast says as Belle walks around to her husbands left, and looks at her slightly offended.

"Uh. You decided to marry me at 28."

"It was either you or a teapot." He winked, and Ben laughs at his parents, loving that they were still able to joke around without hurting ones feelings.

Ben then decided it would be a good time to tell them, what his first decision would to make would be.

"Mom, Dad.."

Ben taking a step forward, but the tailor taking his measurements, gave him a look, as if to not move, and Ben backed up.

"I've chosen my first official proclamation." He says proudly, but with a bit of nervousness sprinkled in. But his parents looked at him amazed and listened to what he it was.

"I've decided that the children on to the Isle of the Lost be given a chance, to live here in Auradon."

His mother lets out a little 'huh?' and drops the clothing item that was once in her hands, but now on the floor.

Ben steps off the stand and walks to his parents. "Every time I look out to the island, I feel like they've been abandoned."

"The children of our sworn enemies? Living among us?"

"We start out with a few at first, only ones who need our help the most."

His mother nods, slowly but surely giving into the idea at first.

"I've already chosen them."

Ben's dad steps closer still not sold onto the idea. "Have you?"

"I gave you a second chance." His mother said holding onto her husbands arm. "Who are their parents?"

"Cruella de Vil, Jafar, Evil Queen, Dr. Facilier, and....Maleficent." Ben says as the tailor yelps, dropping his note pad.

"Maleficent! She is the worst villain in the land!"

"Dad, just hear me out here.."

"I won't hear of it! They are guilty of unspeakable crimes." He yells, as the tailor leaves the room, and the butlers close the door behind them.

"Dad, their children are innocent. Don't you think they deserve a shot at a normal life? Dad?"

His father looks at his wife, and she looks at him, as if to say, this is your decision.

"I suppose the children are innocent." He says walking away, and Belle walks up to her son, fixing his suit.

"Well...Well done."

They smile as each other and Belle and the Beast leave together, arm in arm. And Ben looks out the window to look at the Isle, messing with his ring.

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I smirk as I was standing next to Mal. She was spray painting 'Long Live Evil,' onto a wall of some building. She turns around and hands it to me.

They say I'm trouble

They say I'm bad,

They say I'm evil

And that makes me glad.

I laugh and we begin to walk away and walk on each side of the person walking towards us, I shove the can in there hands, and Mal purposely bumps there shoulder, causing me to snicker.

A dirty no-good

Down to the bone.

Your worst nightmare

Can't take me home

So I've got some mischief

In my blood

Can you blame me

I never got no love

They think I'm callous

A low-life hood

I feel so useless

Misunderstood

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who's the baddest of them all

Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world

Mal, Evie and I meet up, me on Mal's right. As Jay walks onto something like a tight rope on some roofs. And Carlos wakes people up, but walking and jumping on there beds.

I'm rotten to the core, core

Rotten to the core

I'm rotten to the core, core

Who could ask for more?

We join together at a gate and pull on it, and then go in one behind the other.

I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door

I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the

I'm rotten to the core

We all just start to push and throw things at people, before grabbings sticks and pipes and bang them against the barrels and pipes.

Call me a schemer

Call me a freak

How can you say that

I'm just unique

Mal spray paints an 'M,' into a white sheet before pulling it open to reveal something taking a bath, she eyes the crystal ball, some fortune teller was using and nicked it from her.

What, me a traitor

Ain't got your back

Are we not friends

What's up with that

Jay swings in, grabbing a tea pot and pretends to pour imaginary tea in the cups before climbing over the table and taking the teapot with him.

So I'm a misfit

So I'm a flirt

I broke your heart

I made you hurt

Evie, runs in between some scarves, before pulling on the some guys, spinning his around, before leaving him, staring at her.

The past is past

Forgive, forget

The truth is

You ain't seen nothing yet

Carlos runs up and jumps on the table, reaching a hand out to me and I take it running along, behind him watching him kick everything on the table. Before letting me walk past him, he kicks up a bucket and puts it on some ladies head. I hurry to sit on the cart with the hay, and he does the same holding onto me, throwing some of the hay in the ladies direction, with a smirk.

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who's the baddest of them all

Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world

"Come on!" Carlos says to Jay and I run with them.

I'm rotten to the core, core

Rotten to the core

I'm rotten to the core, core

Who could ask for more

I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door

I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the

I'm rotten to the core

I take a breather, resting my elbow on Carlos' shoulder, looking forward. But unbeknownst to my knowledge, I didn't notice Carlos was looking at me.

We watch Mal take a lollipop from a baby, turning around and licking it. We all erupt in laughter, before two of Maleficent's minions walk up and everyone starts screaming and running.

"Hi, Mom." Mal says turning around to greet her mother.

"Stealing candy, Mal? I'm so disappointed."

Mal thinks for a bit before, saying she took it from a baby.

"That's my nasty little girl." Her mom says taking it, spitting on it, putting it in her pit and telling one of her minions to give it back.

"Mom.."

"It's the deets, Mal, that make the difference between mean and truly evil. When I was your age I was cursing entire kingdoms." Her mom said as Mal repeated the last couple words, having she's probably heard it over a million times.

"You...Walk with me. See, I'm just trying to teach you the thing that really counts, how to be me." She says as Jay, moves in closer to the three of us, watching this whole thing go down.

"I know that. And I'll do better."

"Oh. There's news. I buried the lead." Maleficent says throwing her hands up in the air. "You five have been chosen to go to a different school, in Auradon."

As soon as she says Auradon, we all jump and try to run away, but get caught in a tight hold by her minions.

"What? I'm not going to some boarding school, filled to the brim with prissy pink princesses!"

"And perfect princes." Evil says walking up with a smile on her face, before saying 'ugh,' realizing what she had just said.

"I hear they have more classes then what we do here. Why do more of something there, that I don't even do here?" I said standing behind them next to Jay, as Jay nods and points at me.

"Yeah, and I don't do uniforms. Unless it's leather. You feel me?" He says with a laugh raising a hand to get a high five from Carlos, but he took a step forward, and I high five him instead.

"I read somewhere that they allow dogs in Auradon. Mom said they're rabid pack animals who eat boys who don't behave." He says as Jay comes up and barks in his ears and scares him, and I laugh out loud. Carlos looks at me, his face practically turning as red as Jay's beanie.

"Yeah, Mom, we're not going."

"Oh. You're thinking small, pumpkin. It's all about world domination. Knuckleheads!" She exclaims as her minions follow her. "Mal.." And she turns around and follows her mother.

"You will go. You will find the Fairy Godmother and you will bring me back her magic wand." She says filing down her nails or her claws. "Easy-peasy."

"What's in it for us?"

"Matching thrones. Hers-and-hers crowns."

"I think she meant us." Carlos says motioning to the five of us.

Maleficent tosses her file, and Mal steps closer. "It's all about you and me, baby. Do you enjoy watching innocent people suffer?"

"Well, yeah, I mean, who doesn't.."

"Well, then get me the wand and you and I can see all that and so much more. And with that wand and my scepter, I will be able to bend both good and evil to my will!"

"Our will." The Evil Queen says moving the mirror from out of her face. As Cruella points at her, and Jafar looks at Maleficent.

"Our will, our will." She corrects, bringing Mal's attention back to her. "And if you refuse, you're grounded for the rest of your life, missy."

"What...Mom..."

Maleficent silenced her, and then they had stared into each others eyes, but in the end Maleficent did reign victorious.

"Evie. My little Evil-ette in training." The Evil Queen says calling her over. "You just find yourself a prince with a big castle and a mother-in-law wing. And lots and lots of mirrors."

"Well, they're not taking my Carlos, because I'd miss him too much." Cruella said to her son, putting a hand on the side of his head, as Maleficent just puts her head in her hands, annoyance etched into the barely visible wrinkles that peppered along her face.

"Really, Mom?" Carlos says hopeful and happy.

"Yes! Who would touch up my roots? Fluff my fur and scrape the bunions off my feet?" She said, lifting up one of her legs for Carlos to hold.

"Yeah, maybe a new school wouldn't be the worst thing." He said dropping her leg and looking anywhere, but at his mom.

"Carlos, they have dogs in Auradon." Cruella says, really trying to convince him to stay. "No! I'm not going!"

"Well, Jay isn't going either. I need him to stock my shelves in my store." Jafar says, pushing Jay a bit, and asks him what'd he steal today, in a hushed tone. Jay shows him all the things he got, but drops them when he sees the lamp, Jay had nicked. Jay watches as his father tries to summon the genie, but Jay is quick to shut him down.

"Dad, I already tried."

He groans and tosses it back to him.

"Evie's not going anywhere until we get rid of this unibrow. Hmm?"

I laugh a little whilst sitting in my little corner, watching everyone's parents try and get them to stay in the Isle. I mess with the crystal ball, Mal had slipped me, on the way here, and stare into it, holding it up to the light. Before seeing myself in it, and I looked down at my talisman. It's a custom made version of the one my Dad has.

I don't know where he is, in all honesty, he told me he'd be back when I turned 16, but that was a couple years ago, I still have hope, but it is slowly wilting away, like a dying flower.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" I close my eyes tight and look away, putting the crystal ball away, before clearing my throat, and letting out a 'Hm?'

"You okay? You look upset?" Carlos said, pulling a chair and sitting next to me. "Oh, I'm fine, Carlos."

"Come on. I know you, (Y/N), and I know that when I ask you, if you're okay, the first sentence to come out of your mouth, is not exactly true." He said, hitting his shoulder up against mine, and I flash a small smile in his direction. “So, tell me, what’s the real reason?”

I sigh, before turning my body to face him. "Fine, I'm just annoyed, that my Dad isn't here to talk to me, like your parents are doing now." He scoffs. "Trust me, you do not want your Dad saying, what my Mom says to me." He says and we laugh. "But I do love her, and her imperfections. And even though you're Dad’s not here, we are. It might not be much, but I hope you'll accept us."

"You know I do." "So, you ready to go see this school for all it's worth?" He said standing holding arm out for me to take, I smirk and take wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

We hurry over to Maleficent near the 'safe,' in the shape of a fridge, taking our her spell book. Cruella moves over to bring his son over to her leaving me standing along near Queen.

"There she is. It doesn't work her, but it will in Auradon. Remember, when we were spreading evil and ruining lives?"

"Like it was yesterday."

"And now, you will be making your own memories." Mal moves her hand to try and grab the spell book, but her mother takes it away last second. "By doing exactly as I tell you." And hits her in the chest with the spell book. Queen closed the safe door, and a car horn beeps.

I grab my belongings, and hold onto my talisman, having a little talk with it, as if it's my Dad. I know he's not here, but no one has to know, I talk into it.

I finish talking into it, and go outside, and wait for everyone else. I put my stuff in the trunk of the car, watching as Jay smoothly placed his hat on the crown hood ornament off and tucked it away, before climbing into the car.

I shake my head, and get in the car.

"Smells like common folk." Queen said, as Mal opened the door.

"Come back here, now!" Cruella says chasing her son, and Carlos threw his bag in the trunk and hopped in bumping into me. "Sorry." I just laugh and shake my head, watching Evie get in the car.

"Carlos! Ingrate."

Mal walks in between Queen and Cruella, holding onto the door looking at her mother. Her mother gives her that one hand gesture saying that she's watching her, before turning around and getting in the limo.

The limo driver starts the car, and I look around, before my eyes set on all the candy they had in the back seat. I notice Jay and Carlos eye each other, before fighting to get to the candy.

While they were doing that, I had gotten hit in the process. "Ow!" They didn't seem to hear me, and they both reached for the sweet treats, and I rolled my eyes. I saw that Carlos had grabbed a handful of candy, and before he could shove it in his mouth. I took a gummy worm.

"This," I start holding the worm out to him, before biting half of it. "is compensation for hitting me." I say before eating the rest of it, and looking out the window.

Jay and Evie eye Carlos with a devilish smirk on their face, but Carlos gives him the, 'don't do it,' eyes. Jay laughs, while Evie day dreams about the dress she'd make for (Y/N) at their wedding, before looking at Mal.

"You're looking a little washed out. Let me help you out." Evie says before pushing her hand away from her face. "Ew. Stop! I'm plotting."

"Well, it's not very attractive." Evie replied, trying to big a rock candy lollipop.

Mal grabs the remote that opens a little window to see the limo driver. And the bridge. "Look!" Evie exclaimed. "It's a trap!" Carlos yells and we scream and try to hid or do something, but there isn't much we can do! We hold onto each other for dear life.

Mal holding onto Evie, Evie onto Jay onto Carlos, and Carlos onto me.

We're going to die!

We're going to...float?

Everyone begins to let everyone go, but I don't notice I'm holding onto Carlos's hand tightly, and let it go.

"Sorry.." I say, not meeting his eyes. "It's okay...hey (Y/N)?"

"Did this little button just open the magic barrier?"

"No, this one opens the magic barrier." He says holding up the remote. "That one opens my garage. And this open.." he says pressing a button to close the little window in the limo.

"Okay..." Mal says with a laugh. "Nasty. I like that guy."

"Carlos, What we're you going to say to me before?"

I said, turning him so he was facing me.

"I was- nothing, it can wait." He turns and stuffs his face full of candy again.

We arrive at Auradon Prep, and I look around from the window. Watching as people held up 'welcoming' signs, and waving flags and everything. 'They really pulled out all the stops for this one, didn't they?' I thought to myself.

They even had a literal marching band.

The limo driver opened the door, only for a fighting Jay and Carlos to fall out, shouting at each other.

"You got everything else, why do you want whatever this is?"

"'Cause you want it!"

"No!"

And the rest of us got out, as Fairy Godmother, emerged from behind the marching band.

"Guys, guys, guys." Mal said trying to get them to stop. "We have an audience."

"Carlos, up." I say, as Jay helps him to his feet.

"Leave it like you found it! And by that I mean just leave it." Said Fairy Godmother.

Mal turns to the boys and the reluctantly throw the items back in the limo.

Jay turns and sees girl standing near Fairy Godmother, and walks up to her. "Hello, foxy."

We look at each other ready to just bust out laughing. "The name's Jay." He says, as the girl just laughs. And the Fairy Godmother, welcomes us to Auradon Prep.

"I'm Fairy Godmother. Headmistress." She says bowing to us slightly.

"The Fairy Godmother? As in "bibbidi-bobbidi-boo"?"

"Bibbidi-bobbidi, you know it!"

"Yeah, I always wondered what it felt like for Cinderella, when you just appeared out of nowhere, with that sparkly wand and warm smile."

I turn to her and realize what she was doing, she's trying to get information on where the wand is.

Smart.

"That was a long time ago. And as I always say, "Don't focus on the part of you'll miss the future!""

"It's so good to finally meet you all. I'm Ben." Ben said taking a step forward.

"Prince Benjamin." The girl next to him said, correcting him. "Soon to be King." She said smiling, looking at him with adoration.

'Either she likes him, or they're dating.' I thought to myself making a mental note of that. It might not come in handy later on, but it's good to make note of such thing.

Evie steps up getting closer to Ben. "You had me a prince. My mom's a queen. Which makes me a princess."

The girl next to Ben, shakes her head. "The Evil Queen has no royal status here and neither do you." She says to Evie as Ben chuckles a bit, probably trying to defuse the tension, and Evie backs away, a little hurt.

"This is Audrey." Ben introduces, but she corrects him again.

"Princess Audrey. His girlfriend."

Now, I was thinking about standing up there, but decided to bite my tongue.

"Well...Ben and Audrey are going to show you all around, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"It is so, so, so good to finally meet you all." Ben walks up to Jay, and he punches his chest, knocking a bit of wind out of him.

Ben goes down the line and shakes all our hands. And as Ben was giving his speech Mal cuts him off. "Or the day that you showed us five people's where the bathrooms are."

[zeke-in-devildom]

Dissonance - Chapter 19: Revenge Best Served

Zeke found himself humming softly to himself in the kitchen. A cookbook he borrowed from Satan was propped open in front of him. It was his turn to make dinner and he was attempting Babylon Curry. So far following the recipes and some minor assistance from one of the brothers had served him well enough to make it through cooking duties. He even found that he enjoyed cooking for the brothers, who always praised him for making the Devildom dishes well despite never using the ingredients before. 

Beel and Belphie were sitting at the island counter - Belphie with his head down napping, and Beel munching on a large pile of snacks. Zeke had learned quickly that if he wanted to actually cook he had to make a lot of easy snacks to occupy the Avatar of Gluttony or risk losing all his ingredients before he could cook them. With Beel preoccupied he could let his mind wander a bit as he prepared the curry.

Following the incident in Lilith’s replica room he had noticed several things. First and foremost, the twins who had already been fairly attached to him, were even more so now. It wasn’t just Belphie sneaking into his bed almost every night, now Beel was doing it too. If he wasn’t in his bed, they would join him in Levi’s room for games and anime, in the library while he and Satan studied, or they would look at stars together in the planetarium - whichever activity Zeke was doing that night. Beel and Belphie were his near constant companions when they weren’t in separate classes or he wasn’t with another of the brothers. Zeke found himself attending Beel’s fangol practices, supporting him from the bleachers, usually with a sleeping Belphie using his lap as a pillow.

It wasn’t just the twins, though. Asmo somehow became even clingier than before. The Avatar of Lust was always touching him when they were together, even if it was just linking their arms. Mammon invited him out to watch his modeling shoots, and Zeke went to be supportive - it seemed fair since he was showing his support to Beel’s sports practices, plus he was genuinely impressed and proud of the Avatar of Greed. All of the brothers were devastatingly handsome, but Mammon was an actual model and seemed to take it seriously and he knew there were few things that the demon actually took seriously.

The café outings with Satan were almost a daily occurrence now, and sometimes Solomon would also tag along. Zeke enjoyed spending time with them both. Even when they weren’t having a full-on lesson, Solomon always seemed to be teaching him something. Zeke still preferred his solo not-dates with Satan, though.

Levi bombarded him with texts about games and anime that they should enjoy together, and Zeke spent more nights in Levi’s room hanging out with the otaku than in his own room sleeping. Sometimes the twins dragged him back to his own bed so that Belphie could coax Zeke to sleep magically, but sometimes they simply cuddled up in a bean bag right there in Levi’s room to doze off together.

His evening visits with Lucifer changed as well, with the eldest actually stopping work to ask him about his day and engaging in full conversations. Zeke could tell that the firstborn truly enjoyed hearing about whatever he had gotten up to with the other brothers each day - even if they had just been studying or reading. Sometimes Lucifer would put a record on, one that was safe for him to listen to, since most of them were dangerously cursed.

Life in the Devildom became more comfortable and appealing by the day. He had never really missed the human world before, but now he almost hated when he was reminded of it. Zeke would one day, not terribly far from now, have to return to that place. He would be alone again, and now that he had experienced what it was like to be accepted and loved he knew that familiar loneliness would be utterly unbearable.

Zeke felt like a whole new person since coming to live in the House of Lamentation, and desperately did not want to lose these new feelings. Despite the visions being a horrific experience, the aftermath left him with a renewed sense of purpose. The outpouring of support from his demon hosts had been overwhelmingly therapeutic. A lifetime of feeling unwanted couldn’t simply be erased, but for the first time he felt like he was actually healing. 

The hole in his heart, once filled with a barely contained storm of rage at the world, was channeled into a much more productive, well-controlled furnace of smoldering embers, ready to forge the way to his own desired form of justice. He could attribute that in large part to Belphie and Satan.

He thought the idea of destroying another human being’s life would make him more squeamish, but surprisingly he felt almost nothing but a soft, preening satisfaction as they researched and made their plans. Satan and Belphie seemed to be enjoying their scheming together with him, both in general and because they were the ones helping him with this momentous task. It also meant they both got to spend even more time with him, which seemed to be something all of the brothers coveted, so they got to gloat even more over that.

Now instead of mystery novels, Satan and Zeke spent their free time pouring over books on advanced curses and torture methods. Zeke learned a lot about various interrogation techniques, both ancient and modern over the weeks following the incident in Lilith’s replica room. Satan was vastly knowledgeable on both curses and torture, and Zeke found it was all rather fascinating. It was a convenient excuse to spend more time with the blond demon.

The other brothers seemed various degrees of concerned or curious about these developments, but thankfully made no comment on their current reading choices. Even Lucifer seemed to leave it well enough alone, even though he had to have at least some idea of what they were planning. Lucifer had seemed reluctant to give his brothers information on the man that had caused the deaths of Zeke’s family. Did he simply not care now that Zeke was involved in the retribution? Was his silence and inaction a signal of his approval?

Whatever the case, Zeke was mostly just glad that Lucifer was not trying to dissuade him or get in his way. The same went for the others. None of them were trying to stop him or talk him out of whatever he was up to, but only Satan and Belphie were actively helping him. More than once he wondered if the other would assist in his plan if he asked, but decided against it. He wanted to be the one orchestrating this particular tragedy. 

Zeke didn’t want too many cooks in the kitchen and all that. An apt metaphor given his current task.

It did occur to him that his therapists would have a field day if they knew he was actively plotting the ruination of a living, breathing human being. They had lectured him endlessly about finding forgiveness for people that he perceived had wronged him. Of course that was years ago now. He had learned to lie very well. Zeke knew better than to mention that he stilled burned with resentment and hatred when he thought of that man walking free and enjoying his life without an ounce of remorse…

“Shit!” Zeke yelped as the knife he’d been using to cut the vegetables a little too aggressively slipped and cut his finger. The two demons were beside him in almost an instant.

“That looks deep.” Belphie frowned while Beel grabbed a hand towel and took Zeke’s hand, putting pressure on the cut, which had begun dripping blood.

“I smell human blood.” Satan mused with a scowl as he entered the kitchen, a stack of file folders tucked under his arm.

“Guess dinner has extra flavoring tonight.” Zeke joked, gesturing with his free hand to the one Beel was still holding. “Knife slipped, I let myself get distracted.”

“And angry. I could feel it as I was coming down the hall.” Satan sighed, setting the folders down and walking over to take Zeke’s hand from Beel, humming as he looked over the wound. “It’s a pretty nasty cut.”

“I’ll be more careful.” Zeke sighed, before he recited a healing incantation that he’d studied on his own. The cut slowly closed and he flexed his fingers experimentally. “Not a big deal, see?”

“Hm. You’re improving very fast. I’m impressed.” Satan smiled as he wiped the blood from Zeke’s hand. “Let me help with dinner. I wanted to talk to you anyway.”

The twins had still been hovering, but Zeke shooed them away, so they shuffled back to their seats, still watching carefully, as if afraid he might hurt himself again if they took their eyes off him. He rolled his eyes.

“Well I’ll let you handle the rest of the cutting, I guess. Honestly there isn’t a lot left to do. What did you want to talk about?” Zeke had an idea and was practically buzzing with anticipation as he measured spices to stir into the curry pot.

“My contacts in the human world sent me all the information I could want.” Satan inclined his head towards the folders. “Some of my many acquaintances were able to dig up everything you asked for on the target. We’ve researched all the necessary curses, and gathered all the reagents we need. I have to say, your plan is positively diabolical. If I didn’t know better I’d have thought a demon came up with it.”

“I honestly thought you’d need more help coming up with ways to torment this guy, but we barely had to do anything.” Belphie added, looking very smug.

“Why thank you, I’m pretty proud of myself. I probably shouldn’t be, but I don’t care. When can we start the next phase?” Zeke was physically bouncing as he turned to Satan, eyes sparkling with a sinister glee. Twenty years he had held this grudge, and at long last he could practically taste his revenge. He did not care if that made him a bad person, or even an evil person, he figured he was going to Hell anyway, might as well give a real good reason for his eventual eternal punishment.

“We can start tonight.” Satan smirked, his eyes flashing with a matching delight at the idea of beginning their little game.

[demonsandmischief]

-Chapter 13: The Avengers' Therapist-

Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

Rated M for eventual sexual themes

900 Words

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"These are so cute," Wanda cooed, dropping a few candies on her gingerbread man to give him buttons.

"I think I'm just making a mess," Steve sighed, putting down the bag of icing and cleaning his messy hands with a napkin.

You glanced at the blob of icing covering Steve's gingerbread man and laughed.

"Just scrape it off," you told him.

"You're acting like Santa himself is coming to judge these things," Tony said, eating yet another sugar cookie.

"You're going to get a belly ache," you warned.

"No I'm not," he retorted, rolling his eyes.

Natasha straightened from where she was leaning over the island. She took a drink from the beer sitting next to her, stuffing her phone she was scrolling on in her back pocket.

"I think all of this is adorable," Nat said with a pretty smile she tended to reserve just for you. You offered her a gentle smile of your own.

"I agree," Clint said from the couch. He had made everyone hot chocolate, and he was laying on his back watching the movie that was playing. "We've always got a million things going on. In all the years we have known each other, we have never celebrated Christmas Eve and Christmas together."

"Pass me the red icing," Buck said to Sam.

"Can you say please?" Sam asked, handing it to him anyway.

"I think yours looks worse than mine, Buck," Steve teased.

"Yeah, well, yours wasn't trying to stab someone like mine. I want them to be covered in blood." Bucky broke off the arm of his gingerbread man, tossing it in is mouth.

"How destructive," you said. "I'm sure Santa will appreciate the creativity."

After each of you decorated lots and lots of cookies, you retrieved your gifts for them from your room and put them under the beautiful twinkling tree. A few others had already done the same.

Then, you piled blankets and pillows onto the floor in front of the couch. You had convinced them to sleep with you there. That way, you all could be together.

It was Nat who called dibs laying next to you, and Steve got the other side. The others spread further out on the floor and the furniture.

You laid down, but Nat stayed sitting up, with her back against the couch.

"You've made today so special," she whispered, hardly audible over the movie that was playing. Her nose bumped against yours. "Hasn't she, Steve?"

Steve's eyes moved from the screen to the both of you. He smiled. "Of course."

He leaned down, his lips gently catching yours.

When he leaned away, Natasha surprisingly took his place. She mashed her lips to yours, a bit rougher and more urgent than Steve.

Her hands went under your head, lifting you up into her. Just as you reached to wrap around her, she released you with a teasing smile.

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You must've fallen asleep soon after that because you woke up bright and early the next morning. There were a lot more presents under the tree, and the whole room was decorated like it was right out of the North Pole. There were twinkly lights everywhere, paper snowflakes, stockings hanging below the tv. It was magical.

You were the first and only one awake. Everyone was sleeping soundly, and while you were tempted to wake everyone up, you decided to get started on breakfast instead. You had made homemade cinnamon rolls the night before, and they needed to rise for a little bit before they could be baked.

You successfully untangled yourself from Steve, and as soon as you got some coffee brewing, everyone started to stir.

"Merry Christmas," Wanda said, her voice soft and warm as she wrapped her arms around you.

You smiled. "Merry Christmas to you, too. How do you feel? I know we talked about today being difficult for you."

"It's okay," she admitted, nuzzling her cheek against yours. "Celebrating the holidays without the people I love will always be hard, but this is the first year I realized I have a lot of people here that love me."

"I think that's the sweetest thing I've heard you say," Nat smiled, opening the fridge and pouring herself a glass of orange juice. She dipped her finger into the icing bowl you were mixing. "I hope you know that we care about you, too."

You liked this sentimental side of Natasha that the holiday seemed to bring out.

"I also got you the things to make that stew you told me about," you told Wanda. "The cabbage one with sausage."

Wanda's eyes lit up. "Really? The kapustnica?"

"Yeah if that's how you say it," you laughed. "I think I got all of the ingredients to hopefully make it like your parents did."

Wanda gave you an excited kiss.

Tony poured himself a cup of coffee, and soon, everyone was piled back on the floor opening presents.

"I want to know how you knew exactly what to get us," Tony said. He had his legs stretched out and you were between them, your back against his chest. He kissed your forehead.

"I told you. I'm here to listen," you said, feeling the familiar flush on your neck at their attention.

"Everything was perfect, honey," Steve said.

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[differenteagletragedy]

omg.. for the holidays, the olba poly boys and mc go on a nice cruise together. cove is at the food places 24/7 derek is swimming and playing the sports stuff, baxter is taking those dance classes with mc. please hear me out.

Oh how fun!!!

-- Lollllll Cove at the food places, you know he would! He's going to have a bellyache the whole time.

-- Except he won't because Derek is there, and Derek is going to tell him to take it easy. He also packed some tummy meds too because he knows how Cove is and everyone saw his coming a mile away.

-- Personally I love sporty Cove, so he'd also take some time to play stuff with Derek. You and Baxter like to watch Cove and Derek be sporty together, so that's a fun activity for you guys too!

-- It doesn't even have to be on the cruise, like Derek asks Cove if he wants to go kick around a soccer ball one afternoon, and you and Baxter don't even have to be invited, you just start packing a few things and they're like "???" but then you get to the park together and you and Baxter just set up a blanket and some snacks near the field.

-- What if Derek convinces Baxter to try a sporty thing with him because it's a cruise and it's a special occasion?! You're out on the ocean with a bunch of strangers, no one is going to know Baxter. It'll be fine if he borrows a little athletic shirt (well, it's little on Derek, pretty fitted, but it'll hang on Baxter) and some shorts (Derek is going to have to help him tie that drawstring tight, he is skinny boy) and does an activity.

-- I pulled up an itinerary, looks like some cruises have mini golf too! Everyone can play mini golf! Baxter is going to cheat though, so keep an eye on him.

-- Or you probably don't need to, because Cove will. And if he catches him then boy is he going to be in trouble.

-- Also it looks like most cruises that leave from California go somewhere in Mexico, so that's fun! You can go to an island! Forget the buffets (for just a moment, anyway), this is Cove's favorite place.

-- Oh man you're on some island, not your usual beach in Sunset Bird, and it's such a magical experience. Everyone is feeling extra happy and cozy, and Baxter lets Cove take him out a little farther in the ocean than he usually does.

-- Derek is taking pictures, he's got a little waterproof thing for his phone.

-- Everybody's sitting on the beach, taking it in, feeling all romantic, and Baxter goes, "If you were a mermaid, what would you want to look like?"

Cove: *explains with not a single nanosecond of hesitation*

You and Derek: *secret fist bump*

-- Baxter is going to be dancing with all three of you and he's going to be the happiest guy in the world.

-- Did he make everybody pack their formal clothes? You already know he did.

-- You know when you go on a trip with a group and there's always that one person that knows everything that's going on and has a schedule and tries to stick with it? That's Derek. Make him let loose.

-- It's such a special experience, you decide to make going on cruises a semi-regular thing!

Derek: Maybe next time we can fly out to the east coast and do one in the Bahamas or something!

Cove: And get lost in the Bermuda triangle? No thanks.

You: Cove, I don't think that's --

Cove: No.

Baxter: Perhaps an Alaskan cruise? See the northern lights?

Cove: *scoffs* Yeah, we'll go on vacation and get eaten by bears, Baxter, sounds like a blast.

Derek: ... We could do this cruise again.

Cove: *smug* Now you're talking.