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hawksugarbaby · 3 years

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Tokoyami x reader- Big city, small pond

Fluff + Nature took back the earth AU combined with fantasy AU

You didn't take a breath before sinking back down from the side of the moss overrun pavement into the flooded road, deepened after many years of abrasion and sinkholes popping open intermittently. Deep enough for anything to swim in at least, though clementine traffic cone's still floated and drain covers for manholes had rusted and chipped away at the side. Litter still filled the bottom of the sinkhole but had all seemed to collect in the deep abysses. Metal benches were still bolted to the floor but had new river weeds and algae wrapped around each section of the skeleton but it was a wonderful place for anything to sit.

Your gills split open on your neck and you walked the depths of the "river" the reflection of miraculously working street signs for takeaways that greedy humans reopened over and over no matter how many times mother nature reclaimed the earth. Your finger's brushed the scales of an orange carp darting past you and you kicked your leg's out, turning them to an iridescent (f/c) fishtail, ending and transforming to human at the hips, your skirt clung to the tail under the water and your flowy t-shirt billowed out when you moved sharply, turning a corner or halting quickly to watch something.

Your tail kicked up rocks and dust which swirled in the water and settled at the bottom again as sediment. You scoffed at a human dropping a paper wrapper into the water that turned too much and landed on the floor, a few balls of red and white paper landing on your arm then tumbling off.

You popped your head up feeling a lily pad drooping down over your hair and covering your right eye. "Hey!" you shouted but the human was on his knees looking into the water in annoyance "Excuse me! I don't appreciate your wrapper dissolving in my river!" you shouted and he lifted his head, ruby eyes fluttered to you pulling the lily pad off your head, flopping it back onto the water where it drifted further away.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to drop it, I was trying to find it now" he sighed in annoyance at the knowledge it was gone. He sat cross legged at the side and tilted his head looking at you. "Mermaid?" it was definitely supposed to be a question but it sounded more like a surprise than curiosity. You rolled your eyes and repeated his word in a mocking tone "oh mermaid? No. I'm not a mermaid, I'm a nymph obviously. How would you like it if i just assumed you were a crow!" you crossed your arms, your tail fins swishing back and forth impatiently. "I suppose I'd be most irritated" he scratched the back of his neck and hung his head.

You sighed swimming closer to the edge and rested your forearms on the kerb next to him. "It's whatever. Not like you city folk would know a difference anyway. Mother nature did all she could to reclaim the earth as hers and you still poison us with your plastic and oil and deforestation" you listed the minimum amount of things humans had done yet it was still enough for him to feel a guilty punch to the gut. "I'm sorry for what my species did to the earth" he spoke on behalf of a race that didn't care. The human race. But it was nice to hear an apology for once instead of someone claiming it wasn't their fault.

"My name is tokoyami fumikage" he held out his hand and you took it, the web's between your fingers stretching out slightly and you analyse him curiously "(y/n) macdonald." he nodded and smiled at you politely "You have a very nice tail" he said unsure how to continue your conversation, it wasn't like he could just ask you to get up and join him for a dinner and get to know you, though honestly he wasn't sure how nymphs worked, for all he know maybe you could? "Thank you. It's my favourite colour!" you grinned swishing it behind you and hopping on the edge on the path with all your strength.

You kicked your tail out and they transformed into legs dipping into the water and creating ripples around your calves and he stared amazed at your split appendages, skirt still hugging your thighs nicely and your t-shirt stuck to you like a puppy with abandonment issues.

"The difference by the way. This is the difference between mermaids and nymphs. Mermaids are usually really rude too" you explained, picking a string of riverweed from your leg and flinging it into the water to drift along the shore or sink to the bottom. He hummed in response since he couldn't agree or disagree, for now he would stay a neutral party unwilling to get on your bad side again. "I see. How did you end up here anyway aren't nymphs supposed to be out in like... rivers and lakes?" he queried and you sighed looking at the murky water sadly, missing the feel of your own river. "Uh, when mother nature decided to shift stuff around and the big tsunami flood thingy came it flooded my river and we all ended up somewhere different. Maybe it was on purpose but I ended up here" you swung your legs in the water tapping the stone ground with your fingers.

You missed the smell of earth surrounding your crystalline lake running off into smaller streams and your favourite river for finding pebbles in. you missed the fluffy flax seed that stuck to you when you were drying off in the long grass by the bank and that floated on top of the water for fish to pop up and suction down into their stomach. You missed your friends mostly, almost sisterly bonds between all of you now severed and spread across all of japan.

"I miss home really. For all I know my friends could be home waiting for me" you exhaled deeply and tokoyami sadly glanced at you wondering how far your legs could take you. "What if I helped you get home?" he asked and you jumped excitedly. "You would really help me! Don't you have school or friends or anything? Are you sure you can help?!" you blabbered for a minute or so about how inconvenient it would be and how you didn't know how far you would have to go until he stopped you. "My school is on break right now so I have about 2 months off before I need to go back. Most of my friends are going to look for a cause of the reclamation too since half our school is unusable since it started so I have no qualms helping you"

You jumped up and down giddy and dove back in the water splashing him with water that rolled off his feathers, soaking the choker on his neck and you apologised. "I'm just so excited to go home! Thank you so much!"

And so began your long journey to your home. You passed hundreds of abandoned buildings crumbling to nothing with vines twisted up the sides and supersized branches through the shattered windows, ivy had crawled up the walls of every structure you passed and you talked aimlessly along the way. "So mother nature is-" "a goddess inside the earth" tokoyami nodded at your explanation and looked around in understanding. One of her creations had destroyed the other, the necessary one, and she was proving that humans were expendable. "I'd be pissed too if my home was being filled with gross plastic." you giggled and smiled thankful that someone finally took you as sane, you were tired of truth seekers who didn't like the truth they gave them. They had too much blame on them so they went to find something else.

A month flew by quickly, you spent as much time swimming along streams that you could but of course not every path was filled with water, so it was a long journey for someone who wasn't used to walking barefoot on the actual ground for huge periods of time.

"What are your friends like?" Tokoyami asked, pushing a bish out the way for you to crouch through and you hummed, "caring. They care about a lot of things like climate change, obviously, but also silly stuff like um the best wood to carve you and your significant other's name in, or which leaves are the shiniest at golden hour. We have to make up fun little games or we'd just get bored" you smiled and he chuckled. They sounded similar to you, pointing out tiny details on your quest like spiderwebs covered in dew hidden in the grass, or perfectly round stone's that were shiny in the sun, it made sense you wanted to get back to them so badly.

The trees opened up to an empty circle of grass and a circle not much smaller of water, flowing over the sides of the bowl into the grass and streams wound along into their own segments of the forest. "Home... i'm home! I'm home i'm home i'm home!" you cried jumping up and down and sprinting into the gorgeous blue water and immediately your legs changed to your (f/c) tail, glowing in the sun as you floated on your back and soaked up the water. "Come in come in!!" you shouted while waving at tokoyami.

You had taken rest stops at old hotels and decrepit houses to check for water and of course food and sleep but there was enough civilization along the way to keep you going. But tokoyami hadn't had a bath, a real bath, one he didn't have to fill with a showerhead, in a month and god he wanted to relax desperately.

He peeled off his sticky t-shirt and hung it over a tree branch dipping into the water and relaxing immediately. "This is surprisingly warm" he muttered watching you splash around joyfully and sunk under the water. It was so clean he could keep his eyes open and watch you dip in and out of the water bouncing like a dolphin.

You swam over to him and he sat back up shaking the water out of his feathers and you smiled hugging him tightly "thank you for taking me here. I wish I could help you get back home but I don't think i'd make it back here myself. You sighed and he shook his head. "It's okay, I have other ways of getting home. I don't have to leave right now. I'll stay for another fortnight but then I probably have to go" he looked at his phone glad he had data and could contact hawks at the click of a button.

In 14 days that went by like rapids over rocks tokoyami had to say goodbye and hawks picked him up from your spot on the way back from a mission. 2 of your friends had also found their way home so you weren't lonely and tokoyami had promised to visit. "Okay and be safe home okay! I hope I see you soon!" you shouted as hawks lifted him into the air and he nodded in a silent agreement and waved.

"See you soon (y/n)!" he shouted back and you jumped in a wave as they disappeared into the bright blue sky reflected in your lake.

"Sooo..." one of your sisters sidled up next to you and you blushed "don't even! I know what you're going to say" you shoved her away and she laughed at you teasintly.

"Soo..." hawks started and tokoyami rolled his eye's "no hawks"

#bnha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #wattpad #mha #boku no hero fanfic #tokoyami fumikage x reader #tokoyami fumigake #tokoyami x reader #fumikakage x reader

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ask-the-riders · 3 years

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The Princess and The Imp

Lady Night might've banished a demon from her kingdom quite some time ago, but she has nothing against demons in general. In fact, she even hired one to work for her

He's the demon of janitorial negligence, and he takes his job very seriously

((I realize this doesn't give much insight to things, but I was dying to introduce him somehow, so here we are))

“Um, excuse me, Your Highness. You seem to have forgotten that I’m not like your other staff. Allow me to remind you again that I am a DEMON.” Nyx let out a sigh, unable to help the amused grin that tugged at the corners of her mouth, “An imp, Custodius. You’re an imp. I haven’t forgotten.” The imp made a face, his wide, yellow eyes narrowing in a mix of suspicion and petulance, “…Good, I’m glad.” He paused, letting out a deep sigh of his own as he tried to calm his nerves, “How can I help you, Highness? Have I missed something during my usual shift?” The skeleton shook her head, “No, no, it’s not that. The castle is as pristine as ever, I assure you. If anything, this is because I have a new assignment for you.”

The imp seemed to hesitate for a moment, “Ok?… How can I be of service to you?” Nyx offered him a piece of paper, waiting for him to accept it before she spoke, “From what I understand, you demons cannot touch anything that bears the sigil of another demon. If a person or item has a sigil on it, it acts as an indicator that a demon’s claimed whatever that sigil’s on as their property.” Custodius furrowed his brows, visibly confused as he glanced over the paper he’d been handed. Easily sensing his confusion, the princess hummed, “On that paper is an address. I need you to go there and place your sigil around the premises, just like I had you do with my castle. You may place your sigil there as many times as you’d like, and I’ll give you 2,500G for each of them. All I ask is that you do your best to make sure the area is secure. You’ll find the sigils of another demon already there, and you are to leave them be.”

Custodius was momentarily taken aback, his brows still furrowed as he tried to process what he was just told, “Wait, wait, wait. You’re paying me 2,500G for every sigil I place down? Do the people living at this address know already? I can’t do anything with my sigil unless a deal’s made or I receive their consent first.” Nyx nodded, producing another piece of paper. Carefully unfolding it, lines of fine print text were revealed, along with a single signature at the bottom that read, “Chimera.” Seeing the look of disbelief on the imp’s face, the skeleton tilted her head, “The consent has already been given. I went over the details with her already, and she knows what to expect.” Custodius blinked in surprise, realization slowly beginning to dawn on him, “That’s why you asked me to write up a contract the other day, wasn’t it?” Nyx offered him a small smile, accompanied by a sound in confirmation as she lifted a hand to ruffle the dark hair atop his head, “Of course.”

She was tempted to tug on one of his horns, but as she recalled the way she’d seen the imp just about lose his mind over one of her father’s staff doing just that, she decided against it. Custodius was all but glaring at her, his yellow eyes narrowed again, “…Highness. Again, I’m a demon. Please refrain from petting me like I’m some kind of dog.” Nyx arched a brow bone, humming again in consideration as she withdrew her hand, “Apologies. I’ll try to refrain from petting you, I suppose. That choker you’re wearing looks an awful lot like a collar to me though, so it’s not my fault that you remind me of a puppy.” His already scarlet face flushed a brighter shade of red and he scoffed, “You’re the one who made me wear it, Highness! I’d say it’s entirely your fault!” The princess feigned ignorance, “Oh, was it? I don’t recall such things.”

The imp felt one of his eyes twitch and he took a step back away from her, wanting to create some distance between them. It was odd that the princess was in such a good mood, and even if it was a little aggravating, it was better than that cold, emotionless stare she usually wore. With a very obvious look of reluctant acceptance, Custodius glanced away from her and made a sound in acknowledgment, “Fine, fine. I’ll do the job. I’ll wait for everyone to be in bed first before I actually do anything though, since I have no idea if she told anyone else that I’d be showing up.” Nyx nodded, seeming indifferent to his decision, “Alright. I don’t care what you do or how long it takes, just as long as the job gets done. There are some spirits in the house, all of which are benevolent in nature, and as of this moment, another demon is there as well. For your sake, Custodius, do not engage with him.”

Custodius nodded back, giving a small bow, “Understood, Your Highness. I will place my sigil until the location is secure, and if I encounter this other demon, I will not engage in battle with him. If attacked, I’ll retreat immediately.” The princess seemed to relax a bit at his words, offering the imp another tiny smile, “Good. I’ll have a new batch of cleaning supplies, Cheetos, and onion dip ready for you when you return. Document the number of sigils you place, and the money will be waiting for you, as well.” Custodius offered her a slight smile in return, “Will do, Your Highness. I’ll be heading out now, I guess.” Remembering the envelope tucked into one of her sleeves, the princess gestured for him to wait a moment. Withdrawing the envelope, she offered it to the imp and cleared her throat, “Here. When you reach the house, please deliver this to Retribution.” He gingerly accepted it from her and made a sound in understanding, “Yes, Highness. I will.”

#writing #nyx.exe #lady night #custodius.exe #four horsemen of the apocalypse #riders of the apocalypse #undertale #undertale au

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thepancakeboi · 3 years

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124. “You seem like a friendly face, mind if I sit with you?”

When I had walked into one of the many cafes in Shibuya for lunch, I had not expected the visit to be anything noteworthy. I was going to get something quick to eat and leave just as quickly. That is until I looked around the place. It’s never been a very crowded cafe, even at its busiest. It’s one of the hidden little gems Ann had shown me a few months ago that I’ve started frequenting somewhat regularly. But, at one of the tables closest to me, I see Ann herself sitting with someone. The other person, probably a friend of Ann’s, is unfamiliar to me. I decide to approach them, greeting them as I say, “Hello, Ann.”

Ann’s face lights up as she replies, “Oh, hey Goro!”

It’s days like these when I’m glad I have her as a friend. She was the first of Ren’s friends to accept me for who I am. Once she found out that I did, in fact, have a sweet tooth despite saying otherwise, she constantly dragged me with her to have whatever dessert she fancied that day. I’ve grown to genuinely enjoy her company. Even if I already know the answer, I ask, “What are you doing here?”

“We’re gonna get some cake! Can you believe she hasn’t had the cake here? If I had known you weren’t busy, I would’ve asked you to come too!”

“That’s all right.” I turn my head to look at the person Ann’s with. She has short black hair that fluffs out a bit. The rest of her face is obscured, her head turned as if to avoid making eye contact with me. Compared to Ann’s vibrant outfit, this girl’s is much more subdued. Even so, her long-sleeved gray top that exposes her shoulders and the black skirt seem to suit her, for some reason. I wonder why I haven’t met this girl until now. I look back to Ann as I remark, “I don’t think you’ve introduced me to your friend. What’s her name?”

“Ah! The name. Um...it’s Akira! Akira Kurusu.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet, Kurusu-san. You seem like a friendly face, mind if I sit with you?” The girl only shakes her head in response, not even looking up at me. Her reticent attitude gives me pause. I didn’t mean to offend her. “My apologies. Did I say something wrong?”

“No no! Sit down,” Ann says reassuringly. I sit down in a chair between the two girls as Ann stammers, trying to explain Akira’s behavior. “Uh, it’s just...that...she...she’s a huge fan of yours! Yeah. And we didn’t think we’d be seeing you.” She laughs awkwardly as she finishes, twirling a lock of hair in her fingers.

“Oh? I’m honored,” I reply, pulling out my typical TV-perfect smile that’s as fake as the personality it belongs to. Even if Ann knows that I’m very much unlike my detective prince facade, Akira likely doesn’t know that. I figure it’s best to keep up that pretense around her. “Most people seemed to forget my name after the Phantom Thieves incident ended. So, how do you two know each other?”

“I, uh, met her at one of my photoshoots! She’s wanted to be a model for a loooong time.”

“A model? I’m certain you’ll do well in the industry. You have the looks befitting a model.” Akira still doesn’t look at me, her gaze glued to her hands in her lap. Her nails are painted black, and I think I can see her blushing? Or perhaps it’s makeup. Either is possible, all things considered. She is rather flat-chested for a model, but there is nothing wrong with th-okay, why am I even noticing this? I really hope she didn’t catch me looking. After a few seconds of silence, I turn to Ann, who didn’t seem to notice my earlier gaze. My voice is hushed as I gently ask, “Are you sure she’s okay?”

“Yeah, she’s fine. She’s really shy at first.” Ann doesn’t seem too surprised at her friend’s behavior. Maybe it’s normal for Akira. Ann seems to remember something as she quickly adds, “But she does talk about you a lot!”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm! I don’t think she’d be able to stop talking about you. She goes on and on about how great you are.”

The laugh I give, while mostly fake, is a somewhat genuine one. “Surely, you exaggerate.”

“Nope. We went to get crepes, and once she found out you were my friend, she talked about you the whole time.”

“I see. Well, a friend of Ann’s is a friend of mine,” I say, looking over at Akira. She’s still staring at her hands as she fiddles nervously with the chain attached to her skirt. Hold on, why am I still noticing these little details? That thought gets shoved aside. Right now, I need to find out what exactly is making Akira act so quiet around me. Is she perhaps intimidated due to my former popularity? If that’s what the problem is, I need to try and get her to open up to me somehow, get her to see that I’m not as unapproachable as she thinks. Well, not unapproachable due to being the detective prince, that is. I doubt someone like her would be comfortable around my true self. “It’s all right. You don’t have to be shy around me. You and Ann are probably much more popular than me.”

“Oh, don’t say that! You’re the second detective prince. Even she knew about you after being in Tokyo for only a couple of months.”

“You’re not from here?” Akira shakes her head, starting to play with the chain hanging off her black choker. I can’t see much of her face, but I think I see a smile starting to form. At least she seems to be more at ease, even if she hasn’t said a word thus far. “Are you enjoying Tokyo so far?” A nod this time. “How long have you lived here? Or are you just visiting?”

“She’s been here for about two years now,” Ann says for Akira. “Likes it so much better than home.”

“In that case, perhaps I know the area where you’re living? I’ve been to a lot of places in Tokyo.” As I finish my comment, Akira’s chest starts to heave. Is she...laughing? What a strange girl. It’s clear she’s trying to hold her laughter in as if she doesn’t want anyone to hear it. I don’t understand. What’s so funny about what I just said? “Kurusu-san? Are you all right?”

Akira finally looks up at me with brilliant gray eyes accentuated by a lot of makeup: eyeliner, pink eyeshadow, and even a little black heart under her left eye. Her gaze is sharp, and it feels like she’s staring right into my soul. It almost reminds me of- Wait a minute. I get a closer look at the person sitting next to me. I recognize those eyes. My own eyes narrow instantly as I drop the detective prince act entirely.

“You.”

“Akira” gives me a lopsided smile, their identity finally revealed to me. I know exactly who this person is. “Hi, Akeppi~” the “girl” who is none other than my boyfriend, Ren Amamiya, says before quickly kissing me. His lips, I notice, are covered with lipstick, and the blush I had noticed earlier was indeed a lot of makeup. Now that I know exactly who this is, I understand why I was so drawn to the mysterious person next to me. I allow myself to notice that he’s wearing black thigh highs over fishnet tights. Well, I suppose this being Ren explains the flat-chestedness observation from earlier. “Are you enjoying yourself, staring at me?”

My eyes dart up upon hearing his question, seeing the devious look in his eyes. Damn it, did he notice earlier then...? I groan, “Shut up. Just...explain. Now.”

“We didn’t mean to trick you!” Ann says, trying not to giggle now that the charade is done. “I just wanted to see if Ren could pass off as a girl, and he let me dress him up.”

“It must’ve worked if even Akeppi didn’t notice,” Ren says as he scoots his chair closer so that he can hug me. So much for that reserved personality from before. “You should’ve seen the look on your face when you realized it was me.”

“You are a menace,” I snap, trying to pry his arms off of me with no success.

“Yup! But I’m your menace.”

“Damn you both.”

Ann and Ren both laugh at that. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had been trying to hold it in during the entire conversation. How they made it so long without laughing, I have no idea. Despite how annoyed I am that I fell for their spur-of-the-moment prank, I can’t help but join in, chuckling under my breath. Their laughter is infectious. Well, at least they’re enjoying themselves.

“This was fun, Ann,” Ren comments after he’s had his fill of laughing at my expense. “We should do this again.”

“For sure!” she replies. “We could try another style and see how it looks.”

“Wait, I have an idea. You should do Akeppi next time,” Ren suggests, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh, that would be amazing!” Ann immediately looks at me, her excitement at the prospect all too obvious. “Can I? Please?”

“Not a chance,” I snap, refusing to entertain this latest scheme of theirs. “Ren may have agreed to it, but I’m not Ren.”

“Come on, please?” Ann looks at me, doe-eyed, pleading with me to allow her request. “At least let me do your hair and paint your nails.”

“Fine,” I groan. I can put up with that much, I suppose. They both grin simultaneously, sharing a quick glance. Something tells me I should be concerned about what they’re plotting, but I can deal with that later. “So, are you both actually planning on having cake, or was that as much a lie as Ren being a girl named Akira Kurusu?”

“Oh, yeah! That was true. Do you want some too, Goro?”

“I don’t think I’ll have much of a choice, considering someone probably won’t let go of me.” I pointedly look at Ren as I say this, who is still hugging me, might I add.

“No~” he hums as he tightens his hold, confirming that much for me.

“Well, in that case, I suppose I’ll have some cake. If it’s as delicious as it was last time, then I look forward to it.”

We talk for a while longer while eating cake, Ann having more than enough pieces for the both of us. How she can eat so many sweets with no problem, I have no idea. Eventually, we part ways with Ann, Ren holding onto me the entire way home like a cute, clingy girlfriend head-over-heels in love with me. That is a mental image I never thought I would apply to my own life. I can’t help but affectionately ruffle Ren’s hair, the action earning me a jubilant grin. I truly am blessed to have both Ren and Ann in my life.

Prompt source

#akeppi writes #p5 #persona 5 #p5r #persona 5 royal #goro akechi #akechi #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #ann takamaki #akeshu #shuake #writing prompt #I HAVE CREATED SEROTONIN #happy april fools day everyone

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erixyin · 4 years

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Idk where i saw this but i need to write my own

MLQC Boys React - MC wearing their shirt/tshirt as a dress in public.

Note: have been dating for a while, like 6 months?

A little NSFW but not too bad x

Victor:

You had stayed over at his for the weekend and now it was Sunday and you had run out of clean none-casual clothes. And you had forgotten to pack any with you or go shopping because you had been very distracted all weekend. By victor without a shirt on wahhhhhh

You rummaged through his closet quickly. Boi was already at work he had a 6am meeting. You dont know how he has the energy to do that. You would literally die if someone said you have to be out of bed before 6am

He looked at his long fancy shirts and you had an idea. You grabbed the one that felt the nicest and that was not the boring grey shirts he usually had. It was a purple silk shirt and it came down to about your knees. MC is so small.

Little did you know that that was literally one of the most expensive shirts he owned...

NOT IN THE CAPACITY TO KNOW FANCY BRAND NAMES OK

You sinched it in at the waist with a belt you had worn over the weekend and put on some gold earrings and necklace. You finished the look with black tights and your black doc martens, PRAYING that no one at work would mind that you looked more SMART CASUAL than SMART.

You thought u looked hella cute in the mirror so u went to work at 9am.

You had forgotten you had a meeting with Victor at 11am.

he did a double take when you walked into the room.

He squinted at your “dress” and you could tell he was going through his memory bank of where he had seen it before.

“Is that... new?” He asked eyeing you every so often before glancing back down to your weekly report

“Uh... yeah relatively. Do u like it?” You asked innocently batting your eyes.

“Where’s it from?” He passed you back your report, forgetting to give any negative comments unusually. He thought you looked hella cute but he totally wasn’t going to tell u that.

“I-I can’t remember.” You blushed hiding behind the report a little.

He stood up and leaned against the front of his desk, now towering above you casually. “I thought you had enough clothes, without needing to borrow mind”

Ok. Now you were bright red.

“D-d-do you not like it?” You stammered and then flashed him a cheeky smile, “i can take it off and give it you back”.

Victor’s hear stopped momentarily before going “Dummy” and patting you gently on the head.

You walked out of his office 2 hours later feeling on top of the world. that’s not the only thing you were on top of

Mr CEO was surprisingly in a good mood for the rest of the day and even gave Goldman a small smile. GOLDMAN IS FREAKING OUT.

Lucien:

It had been a last minute decision sleepover... totally innocent absolutely nothing happened what are you talking about.

Lucien had already left for a lecture he was giving at the university. You had promised to meet up with him once he had finished his schedule.

Now you totally COULD simply go back to your apartment and pick out something you’d worn a few times and Lucien had seen you in. OR you could actually conduct an experiment of your own and make Lucien hella blushy - even if boi went a little red it would be a triumph in himself. BOI HAS A BETTER POKER FACE THAN VICTOR HOW

Being a little bit devious you decided to raid Lucien’s closet. BOI LIKES TO BE STYLISH

He has everything coordinated by colour and by season/activity. Jumpers go in the bottom right next to the winter coats and shirts were hung up towards the left for those “casual days”.

Boi doesnt own a tshirt, he only knows smart casual and smart. Loungewear? Sweatpants?? Boi has never heard of em

Most of his clothes were black and white with a tad bit of grey and brown in there but you found at the very back of the wardrobe a white shirt with pink butterflies patterned over it. Masculinity is so fragile, let the man wear pink. He can OWN it.

You decided to go for it and match it with thigh high suede wedges to give yourself a little extra height. You sinched it in with a simple black studded belt and added nude tights. You put your hair up into a “cute messy” bun and popped a pencil in to keep it in place. You paired it with a little black satchel and “natural” makeup with maybe a red lip tint? Lucien likes a red lip and you can’t tell me otherwise

It was about 2pm and you decided to head over to the university. A little spring in your step.

You knew his schedule by now so you knew he’d be in his office round about now. You checked the times 2:30pm. Half an hour before his next and final lecture.

You entered his office, you didnt need to knock anymore. He knew it was you. Students would always giggle LOUDLY outside his office before knocking. Mainly female students and you PRETENDED not to notice.

He could totally tell you noticed and were trying to hide it

You saw him tapping away on his computer, eyes lost in data.

You plopped your bag over the sofa and walked over to his desk. Kinda annoyed he hadn’t noticed you but also kinda excited because of the build up?

He had a light smile on his face, “Hello MC, i was expecting you a little lat-“ he glanced at your outfit. Boi actually halted his sentence. You were delighted.

You saw the tips of his ears turn pink. successs

he gulped and brought a hand up to his face as his eyes looked at your outfit in detail before looking you directly in the eye, a michevious look on his face, “i haven’t seen that shirt in a very long time. Have to say, it looks better on you”. He watched as you leant over the desk resting on your elbows.

“I think the thigh highs are a nice bonus” he said making it very obvious at where he was looking.

“What time is your next lecture again Luci?” You asked sweetly, leaning over to boop his nose gently.

“Actually my last lecture had to cancel due to some strange unforeseen circumstances”, he said typing the email as he spoke.

“Isn’t that lucky?” He chuckled while glancing at the office door

You gave him a brief kiss on the cheek, “very lucky”

He didn’t make it to the 3pm lecture

Gavin:

He had left some of his clothes at yours before heading out on a mission. He’d been gone for a few days but he had called and said he would be home soon. Weekends were usually spent with you waiting for gavin. He had promised he would stop going on big missions now he had something to come home to.

You kinda got bored waiting for him, because he said he’d be home today. You had told Eli that if he came back with a new bandage you were going to kill him and make him sit in a salt bath. Eli knew you weren’t joking.

You decided to pull out one of the many tshirts he had left at yours. It was an old rock n roll band tshirt. You didn’t know them too well but Gavin had liked to listen to their music every now and then. He didn’t wear it that often anymore, it was a bit too tight on him since he had bought it in his college days.

You had washed it already because you sometimes slept in it. You had been binge watching DIY youtube videos all day when you had a great idea. You really liked the look of the cut out ladder look the girl had done in her youtube video so you decided to do the same. You grabbed a pair of scissors and got to work.

You also decided to give the thsirt a little bit of a v-neck but leaving a piece around the neck for that fake choker look. You looked at your handy work and decided you really quite liked it. The back wasn’t too exposed because of the laddered look but you could always wear something underneath like a mesh top.

It came down to just lower than your thigh. You looked at yourself in the mirror. Considering it was the only piece of clothing you had on right now besides your little running shorts, you thought you looked really cute.

You spun around happy when you saw gavin staring at you COMPLETELY RED outside the window.

“Gavin!” You squealed excitedly as you went to open the window and let him in.

The wind blew underneath your dress/tshirt a little to lift it. You quickly pulled it back down.

Bird cop has stopped working

“You look...” Gavin stood in front of you staring at you. You could see there was a new scar on his neck and arm but no bleeding on any of his clothes.

“I’m so glad you’re home!” You wrapped your arms around him, breathing in his scent

He hugged you bag but went even more red - is that even possible??? - when he felt that the back was laddered and an entrance to your bare back.

“Um you look... very cute” he was now imaging you wearing all of his clothes. Boi was beetroot red someone help him.

“I could pair this with some denim shorts and it would be a date night outfit yeah?” You said taking a step back and spinning round for him

MC why u wanna make this precious boi jealous?? XD

He pulled you in for a quick kiss, “no this is just for me. You’re mine. No one else can see you looking this...” he paused as his ears started to go red again, “good”

Safe to say you didnt kill him for discovering he had several bruises across his back. BUT MC U SAID NO BANDAGES OR BLEEDING SO TECHNICALLY ITS FINE

Kiro:

You had woken up super late - like 11am - after gaming and doing other stuff.... all night. Your body still kinda hurt and ached a little... clearly from doing all of that just dance marathon stuff. If you think kiro isn’t a just dance kinda man i will fight you

The bed was more spacious than normal and you didn’t have a cute blonde cuddling up next to you. Odd. You looked over towards the bathroom but the light was off.

God what day was it? You reached over sluggishly to the bedside table and looked at your phone. It was Wednesday but thankfully you were having a week off after finishing a big project with Kiro’s help.

You had worked the hardest with the late nights and the weekends you had sacrificed. Anna and Kiki thought it was best for you to have a little holiday.

You stretched and sat up. You looked around. Kiro’s jeans were gone and phone. Maybe he had gone to the shops?

You honestly couldnt remember if had anything in his schedule today. Even though he was taking a mini holiday himself - you both timed it perfectly - he still had to do interviews here and there to make Savin happy.

You rubbed your eyes. You didn’t remember where you’re clothes from last night were but they were in NO state to wear. Clearly because of all the sweat from just dance AND NOTHING ELSE ;)

You opened Kiro’s walk in wardrobe. You lazily looked for something to just wear so that you could walk round the house, comfortable but not just nude. Kiro’s house was big and Savin had a key

You picked up a signature yellow and white tshirt that Kiro often wore to events and fan signings. It matched his hoodie but it was perfect for the warmer weather.

Boi was only a few inches taller than you so it JUST came to below your butt. You’d have to bend from the knees and not the waist. Unless you want your butt to be on show.

You found some black unused underwear and popped them on. You debated onto weather you could be bothered putting socks on or not. Then you remembered that Kiro had central floor heating so nahhhhhh

You wandered round the house looking for Kiro. Your bare feet making a gentle thudding noise across the marble floor.

You gave up home when you couldnt find him in the games room or living room so you decided to go get yourself a snack.

You walked in and froze as you saw Kiro. In front of a camera. A LIVE camera. And Savin sat just out of frame.

You just remembered that wednesday afternoons were the weekly Kiro livestreams.

KILL ME

Boi instantly caught your eye and then looked at what you were wearing - barely anything

Whatever he was saying before he was silent. Boi was SHOOKETH. He COUGHED LOUDLY and went a bright scarlet red from his neck to his face.

The livestream chat was going mental as they couldnt see you from the camera angle positioned on Kiro’s face. They were wondering what he was getting so worked up about. It was a really good job that the camera could only see from the waist up

“H-hey guys, sorry I’m gonna have to cut the livestream short.” Savin had his head in his hands, “I’m just not..” he stole another glance at you while you were trying to reach the top of the shelf where the cookies were and his tshirt lifted up higher exposing more. “I’m just not feeling too good.” He chuckled bashfully as he rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed.

The chat soon filled up with #get better soon kiro as well as #curiouskiro was trending. Some people speculated that Kiro might have a lover. The fan theories went mental.

“I’ll see you guys next week bye!” And the livestream ended. You blushed as you saw Kiro’s gaze and you crunched on your cookies while looking at the floor.

Savin got up to go and leave and sort things out for Kiro online, to make ensure his reputation wasn’t going to fall because of this unexpected situation.

“Thats my tshirt!” He said as he came over to you still red

“Yeah... and?” You mumbled a mouth full of cookies. Thats not the only thing your mouth’s gonna be full of in a minute miss chips - I’m sorry please forgive me i had to XD

“Miss chips is not allowed to look that good” he whined, “i was doing an interview, i was gonna be back in like half an hour and you looked so peaceful-“

You pressed a finger to his lips to shush him, “well we can still go back to bed now...”

SAY. NO. MORE

Boi picked u up and carried you upstairs, bridal style.

A week later you made your relationship public. At first the fans were a little upset but then soon adored you when you revealed a little of why Kiro was so blushy the previous Wednesday. #blushyboikiro was trending for a MONTH

BONUS: Shaw:

He had to rush off to his exam in the morning after promising to meet up afterwards for breakfast/lunch

This was at 8am. [bitch you aint getting out of bed at 8am on a day off? Beauty sleep is very important]

His exam was three hours long [the pain of uni exams, i get you Shaw i get you] and you woke up at 11:39

SHIT

You scrambled for your things but the night before outfit was not really brunch appropriate so you settled for something a lil more casual [and devious]

You grabbed one of his favourite tshirts which fell down to your mid thigh, and cut a slit at the bottom and safety pinned it together [ya know for that EDGY look] [i dont know what the kids are up to these days but i saw my friend do it and she’s cool so]

You grabbed ur cropped zip hoodie, put on some thigh high stockings, put on ur black boot heels from last night and you were ready to go. [you also sprayed some perfume on ur neck, wrist and garter while u were at it. LOOK SIS YOU DEVIOUS AND U KNOW THAT SHAW LIKES IT]

You rushed out the door and thankfully the subway wasnt busy and you got there just as the doors opened and the students came plodding out. You stood there with a coffee in your hand and the other one twiddling your hair in an OH so cute way. [you know how to look cute mmkay]

Several students walked out through the doors but you didnt end up seeing him. Darn you for being so short.

So you sat down on the low wall near the university’s fountain. Your little safety pin glistening in the sun and the tshirt putting your garter on show. [we like that casual but i secretly put in loads of effort kinda vibe]

You started scrolling through Moments incase he got out early but the shitty university wifi meant that it wasn’t refreshing. Furthermore the sun was shining in ur eyes so you couldnt really see much even when your phone was on full brightness

Then a tall shadow blocked the sun and you looked up and saw Shaw stood over you with a sleepy but piercing gaze.

“What are you doing wearing my Black Sabbath Tshirt?” He looked you up and down. Boi was clearly shook but he was damned if he was going to let you know this. Even though you already knew this.

“What you don’t like it? How did your exam go?” You said getting up to give him a quick hug. You knew Shaw had expressed he wasn’t a fan of physical affection but he secretly enjoyed the odd hug/hand holding or head scratch from you. Though he would never share this

“You really think you can distract me from your lazy sense of style?” He raised his eyebrows and looked you up and down again. You could see the twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

“Your rebelliousness has rubbed off onto me” [in more ways than one] you gave him a little spin raising your arms a little so that the top of the stockings and garter would come on show.

You could see that his nose went a little red along with the tips of cheeks. He coughed and placed both hands on ur arms firmly. “Let’s go get something to eat.” He swung you around so that you were now walking back to the subway, with his arm round you.

“But this is the way home...?” You started as you turned to look at his face, still walking

“Well we’re skipping straight to dessert” you could see the glint in his eyes and you allowed yourself to be lead.

Now that thsirt was his absolute favourite, especially whenever you decided to surprise him with it after an exam x

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Fulfilling the Promise, Together

Thank you so much for the support as always, @breeachuu! I hope you like this sin and fluff! ;D

Summary: There were only a few days left before Wolfram had to return to Ylisse, but there was still much to do. He wanted to be with Dimitri for as long as he could, but he was also thinking of how to tell Nidra that he would want to return to Fódlan...

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The increasingly cold autumn climate at the Monastery reminded all who lived there that a new season was approaching. Winter symbolized a time of restructure; of enduring the harshness of nature with the fruits of the hard work from the previous year. To Fódlan, that meaning would be taken to the extreme, as it would be the first winter in over hundreds of years that the entire country would be considered as a whole.

There would be much work ahead, not only for the common people, who needed to rebuild their farms that were razed by the war, but to those in charge who had to oversee every and all little changes in governing such a large, diverse land.

With Dimitri at the helm of the New Unified Kingdom of Faerghus, he would share the workload with Byleth, the new Archbishop for the Church of Seiros. They were still to be formally appointed into their new positions of King and Archbishop since the war had barely just ended, but the work they had to take care of was piling up by the hour.

All of that meant that although Wolfie’s time in Fódlan was ending, he wouldn’t be able to spend as much time as he and Dimitri both wanted to spend together. It was already an immense feat to stay at the Monastery instead of returning to Fhirdiad right away, but Dimitri was adamant in at least seeing Wolfie off before heading back home to his coronation.

Besides, once Wolfram returned, they would need to hold another coronation for the King consort anyway, so Dimitri wasn’t too pressed about the formalities at the moment. He felt apologetic at his beloved for not being able to leave the meeting room for long periods of time, but Wolfie always replied with a smile, especially since he still needed to properly talk to his friends before leaving.

He had asked Caspar and Dorothea for a lock of their hairs at the same time, explaining what it meant to his kind as he showed the jewel he had made for himself with his and Dimitri’s hair.

Dorothea’s eyes sparkled as she saw the gold and silver scale-shaped jewel. “Wow! And you do this with your own fire? How very interesting…”

Since it was something precious and priceless, they were looking at it from Wolfram’s hand. Caspar gapped at it and bounced on his seat.

“That’s sick! Can I watch mine being made?”

However, Wolfie awkwardly shook his head. “I’m sorry, but it’s something really intimate and I need to focus on it all the time. Besides, I don’t think I make it here, so I’ll have to do it once I’m back home.”

“Are there any specific conditions?” Dorothea tilted her head to the side. Before she could ask more, Caspar nodded beside her.

“Yeah, like if you need something special?” He asked, though since he wasn’t very creative, he didn’t even think of what else Wolfram could need.

“Yup, I need to do it under a full moon. Since it’s not time yet here in Fódlan, I’ll have to do it back home.”

“Sick…” Caspar mumbled under his breath, leaning back on the chair in thought. He sprung up right away as a thought blinked in his head. “Oh yeah, how much do you need?” He reached out for the middle of his hair, grabbing a fistful-

“No, no, wait!” Wolfie jumped at the same time Dorothea pulled Caspar’s hand from making him suffer from early baldness. “J-just a lock is fine, no need to pull so many…”

Sighing in relief at preventing a tragedy, Dorothea also leaned back on the chair, taking the tip of her silky, wavy hair. “Perhaps if I trim the ends…”

“Oh!” Wolfie turned to Dorothea after receiving less than a fistful of hair from Caspar. “Since your hair is so long, I think just taking some from your brush is fine.”

“Truly? I don’t mind cutting it a bit if it’s for you, Wolfie.”

“Heehee,” Wolfie scratched his cheek as his chest beamed with warmth. “Thanks, but it’s really fine. It’s better if it’s new hair, though, so…”

Smiling, the songstress threw her hair back with a smooth movement. “Would you brush it for me, then, Wolfie?” She winked.

Beaming, the half manakete got up. “Sure!”

Before each went their ways, Dorothea pulled Wolfie to the side to whisper in his ear.

“Make some time for me tomorrow evening, okay?” She asked with a mischievous smile, making Wolfie feel cold sweat drip down his back.

“Um, sure? What’s going on?” He stuttered, somehow feeling a predatory aura from Dorothea. Strange that a dragon would feel spooked at any kind of predator, but it was something instinctive.

“Don’t worry about it, dearie.” Dorothea pushed him to be on his way. “Just be ready to spend a few hours talking with little old me and another friend.”

Wolfie tilted his head to the side, even more confused. “O...kay.”

“Great! Goodbye now!” She singsonged as she waved to him, snorting as he waved back awkwardly.

He walked the path towards the central tower with a puzzled expression, imagining what Dorothea would want to talk to him about with such secrecy. However, since he still had a lot to do before the portal opened, Wolfie quickly shook his head and sped up his steps.

He still had to ask for Dedue’s hair, not to mention how he always rushed in and out of the town market to buy some presents to his family and friends. He never had the time nor luxury to think about giving them souvenirs during the war, but now that he had some respite from all of that fighting, it was unthinkable not to get them a few presents.

To Cynthia, he would give a book detailing pegasi and horses since he still remembered how excited she was about the different kinds of mounts this world would have. For Cyn, although the same book would probably suffice, he would still rather give her something different, like a new saddle or a sturdier choker for her to hang her dragonstone at.

To Meliodas, he would give a book about this world’s goddess and her children -- the fabled draconic species of Fódlan. Meliodas was always interested in their draconic descent, so reading up about other world’s cultures would be a treat in itself! Meli was also interested, though much less so than their older brother -- most likely due to how differently each of them grew up. Because of that, Wolfie thought of giving him a fancier and sturdier belt chain for his dragonstone, or perhaps a hair clip for his long braid.

Wolfie smiled warmly at his own, much shorter, braid as he browsed through the market. Of course, he wasn’t going to give only one present to each of his family members -- his bag was large enough to keep a lot of stuff -- but he was thinking hard about the ‘main’ ones, at least.

There were also tiny wooden statues of horses, knights and princesses, so there was no shortage of souvenirs around.

He would probably gift Henry a tome pertaining to how they approached magic in this world, though Wolfram figured that having Byleth teach Henry would be better at the end of the day, so he was a bit stumped on his parents’ presents.

Well, Henry aside -- since there were many things that he would like -- Wolfram really didn’t know what to give his Mother, Nidra.

Tea? Would that truly be enough? There were so many trinkets around to give to everyone, but each time he thought of Nidra, he came up with a blank. He remembered her tender though protective touch on his hair; how she sang a very old lullaby whenever he had been anxious before coming to Fódlan… How she had told him she would fight the gods up and below just to protect his opinion…

Wolfie’s chin trembled as he remembered his Mother, missing her so very terribly.

She had announced to their family that they would all live together for eternity, but here Wolfie was, wanting to go back to her embrace only to leave her again… He missed her so much, but he was also feeling such a deep-rooted guilt it made it hard to choose anything that would appease her.

He didn’t realize he left the market until he heard Dimitri’s concerned voice beside him.

“Muh?” Startled, Wolfram turned to the soon to be King beside him, not understanding how he ended up with him.

Dimitri chuckled, though worry never left his eyes. “Are you alright? You’ve been staring into space ever since we left the meeting room.”

“I was in the meeting room? Whoa.” Wolfie looked down in thought. “Sorry, I think I was a bit out of it.”

“That’s understandable. You’ve been rushing here and there every day since we arrived.” Dimitri nodded.

“Mhm,” Wolfie absent-mindedly nodded, silently looking down as they walked.

Not wanting to call to him again, Dimitri let his beloved have his space. However, he allowed himself to be a tad greedy by sneaking one hand into Wolfram’s just so they could enjoy this night walk together for a little longer.

It had been basically the only time they could meet after they returned to the Monastery. With Dimitri being busy handling state affairs and Wolfie saying his goodbyes during the day, they could only converse after night fell, during the short walk towards the dormitories.

Many of the soldiers (especially Gilbert and Dedue) were adamant in having Dimitri sleep at the separate quarters reserved for distinguished guests and royalty instead of huddling himself at the dormitories with the others. He was soon to be King, after all, so he couldn’t sleep among so many people.

Wolfie still shared a room with Caspar like always, too used to it to consider a change during these busy two weeks. So the walk they took was simply from Dimitri walking Wolfie back to his quarters so he could return alone to the room reserved for him.

It wasn’t surprising that he was a bit greedy for touch by holding his beloved’s hand, or so he justified himself as he nodded with a blush. Wolfram felt the warmth between his fingers and looked up at his wonderful, handsome and perfect boyfriend.

He smiled instinctively, then intertwined their fingers. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about my Mother today, so I’ve been a bit out of it.”

Dimitri widened his eye. “Mother-in-law? Is something the matter?” He said that so casually it made Wolfie’s smile grow.

“Heeheehee, mother-in-law, heehee,” he giggled, covering his face with the empty hand.

Dimitri’s blush deepened, his hand on Wolfram’s flinched and his lips quivered. He wanted to say something back, but since that was how he truly felt, no words left his mouth, so he only muttered a, “please do not tease me like that…” with an adorable pout.

“Heeheehee,” Wolfie giggled for a few more moments before pulling Dimitri’s hand to his lips and kissing it softly. “I’m having trouble choosing a gift for her, so I’m in a pickle.”

Welcoming the topic change, Dimitri cleared his throat before speaking, “do you have no idea at all?”

Wolfram tilted his head to the side in thought. “Hmmm, actually, I was thinking of giving her tea since she likes to drink it, but… well, our kind isn’t really that much materialistic, and with her being the only pureblood in the family, it’s even more acute in her. She’s more family-oriented…”

Dimitri fell into a short silence before turning to Wolfram. “Perhaps the biggest present you can give her is your return,” he said in a serious voice, then lowered his gaze. “All a mother wants is to be reunited with their children, after all.”

His words had layers of depth Wolfie could discern at glance, so he didn’t reply right away. Instead, he squeezed Dimitri’s hand more while placing his own forehead on his chest. It wasn’t as though Wolfie hadn’t thought of that, to be honest -- it was actually the reason why he was anguished.

The biggest present he could give Nidra was coming back to her arms. But he would only want to stay temporarily, which would break her heart even more.

Perhaps he should settle with the tea for the time being, if only to vow to put all of his feelings into proper words so she could understand his decision. He couldn’t not return to Fódlan, not when his heart was so deeply intertwined with Dimitri’s, so he was sure that NIdra would understand, if only after some time.

The couple stayed in silence that way for a while longer, not wanting to let go of each other during all the time they had left before the inevitable separation.

The next day, Wolfram returned to the market to get those tea leaves plus a few jewelry he found pretty as well. He had asked for Dedue’s hair before lunch, so now he probably had everything he needed to go back -- it was time to pack!

He was about to ask Caspar’s help to clean up their room, but Wolfie saw how Hilda stole Caspar away from training so he just covered his mouth with boths hands and giggled, returning on his own.

As he took everything out of his bag so he could organize it all neatly, he was taken by nostalgia. Each and every single one of these items had a story to tell of his time here in Fódlan, especially the ones he had forgotten inside the cave he spent five years in.

It had been so hard. He had been so lonely.

He had learned how to take a life, how to hold a spear (with professional guidance, at least), how to tap into his inner potential to take out magical power… how to hold a secret and how to reveal it. He had learned how to make comrades, friends and… he learned how to love.

Six years in his long, long life were a trifling amount, but to his young, naive heart, it was an essential time to his growth as a person, as a dragon and as a man. He would have never felt any of this if he had stayed back home with his family, nor would he feel the width of the world outside their nest.

Of course, he would still rather make a nest of his own and never leave it, but he was simply overwhelmed by how much his world had grown after that one decision he had made seven years ago; to help those in need, if he could do it.

He had done it. He had helped.

Sniffling, Wolfie patted a cloak amongst the countless things scattered across the room, not realizing he had made an even bigger mess than before he had started it. Caspar probably wouldn’t come back that night, but that thought didn’t occur to Wolfie until after his meeting with Dorothea.

Actually, he had lost track of time, so he was about to miss the meeting when a hurried knock landed on the door.

“Wolfie? Are you in there?” Dorothea’s muffled voice sounded from outside, startling the half manakete into attention.

“OH NO!” Wolfie jumped, “am I late? I didn’t notice how much time passed-” he opened the door in a hurry, being greeted by two people instead of one. “Oh, hi there, Yuri!”

“Yo,” Yuri winked, then glanced at the mess behind the boy, “yeah, follow us down to Doro’s room, will ya? We thought of having the meeting here, buuut,” he smirked before turning his back towards the stairs.

“Ehehe…” Wolfie chuckled awkwardly as he closed the door behind him. “Sorry again.”

“You should be! I was worried.” Dorothea pouted, taking the boy’s hand to guide him down to her room. “We’re having a serious talk, so get ready to burn your midnight oil.”

“Oh? I-I didn’t think it’d be so serious, I’m sorry again…” Wolfie bowed apologetically, which stole a loud snort from Yuri, up ahead.

“Yeah, I got something to give ya, as a parting present.” He waved with his back turned, making Wolfie tilt his head to the side.

What could the talk be about? He had a strange feeling about it, though most of all he felt guilty since he would probably be late picking Dimitri up from the meeting room…

However, all thoughts of guilt were forcefully erased from Wolfie’s mind once he stepped out of Dorothea’s room. His mouth was agape and his pocket had a new addition to his luggage -- a very slippery and essential present Yuri made sure to drill its uses into Wolfie’s head all evening.

Blushing deeply, Wolfie wobbled around the greenhouse, not even remembering to take the stairs up to his room. A familiar blond head amidst the plants made Wolfie freeze on the spot, immediately remembering allll of the contents of the Big talk he, Yuri and Doro had had just now.

Gulping, Wolfie didn’t notice his steps nearing the Prince, only realizing it once Dimitri turned towards him with a gentle smile.

“Good evening, Wolfram. Has your meeting gone well?”

“Um,” Wolfie stuttered, not knowing where to look. Dimitri’s face? But he was too handsome right now, it would spring up all kinds of thoughts- but if he looked down it would be even worse…

Since Dimitri knew of the meeting with Dorothea -- Wolfie had commented as much the previous night, he didn’t go around looking for his soon to be consort. He simply waited nearby so they could meet as soon as possible. Seeing how flustered Wolfram was just by meeting him made Dimitri’s heart tingle, however.

He was so adorable…

Dimitri reached out to touch Wolfram’s cheek, which surprised the half-manakete into letting out a squeak.

“Eek!” He jumped out of his skin, holding Dimitri’s hand by instinct. “I-”

However, the Prince was already shaking from trying to contain his laugh. “F-forgive me, but- your voice- ahaha!”

Half of the awkwardness melted away. “H-hey! No laughing!”

“Haha…!!” That only set Dimitri off even more, making him bend over to catch his breath.

Pouring, Wolfram nudged his boyfriend’s chest, “no laughinggg.”

“F-forgive me,” Dimitri shook for a moment longer before taking a deep breath to compose himself. “You were simply too adorable.”

“Ador-” After having just cooled his face down, Wolfram blushed again, pouting even more.

“Indeed,” Dimitri smiled lovingly, running his thumb on Wolfie’s cheek, right beside his lips. “Truly, too adorable…” he closed his eyes as he approached, landing a soft kiss on Wolfram’s stiff lips.

He had been so nervous about the big conversation that he was about to avoid the kiss, but the moment their skins touched, the nervousness melted away. Closing his eyes, Wolfram wrapped his arms around Dimitri’s neck, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

Under the reflected moonlight inside the greenhouse, the couple happily caught up with the affections of a day spent apart from each other.

As the day the portal would open approached, the more Wolfram wanted to spend time beside Dimitri. Despite their still busy schedules, they did everything they could to spend every evening together, but as time ran short, Wolfie started to get anxious.

He was so happy with Dimitri, he didn’t want to part with him.

Tomorrow was the 10th day of the 9th month, so he could barely focus on anything anyone said all day. Even as Dimitri tried to act normal and speak of his day as usual, Wolfram couldn’t pay attention to any of it, simply snuggling into his chest like a lost child.

Dimitri’s hands trembled, but he didn’t want to pressure his beloved even more than he already had. He had already asked him to stay -- to come back -- so he couldn’t ask more of him now. Instead, he adjusted Wolfram in his hug, digging his face into the lovable, soon-to-be-gone head.

Their hearts ached, longing for each other before a separation that hadn’t happened yet. As Dimitri struggled to keep the grief within himself, he felt Wolfram trembling in his arms, which was soon followed by muffled sniffling.

“Wolfram…” Dimitri pulled away so they could look each other in the eye, but he regretted it -- Wolfram looked so pitiful that the sight made Dimitri’s heart crumble even further. He opened his mouth, but no words left it.

It was a temporary goodbye, but they would part nonetheless. Wolfram hadn’t even said how long he would be gone. Days? Weeks? Months? Worse yet, years? Neither of them actually knew the answer to that, so they simply hung onto one another to spend each day as the fullest -- as their last.

Seeing the same pain he felt reflected on Dimitri’s eyes, Wolfram squeezed his hands and threw himself on Dimitri’s arms. “Please, don’t let me go tonight! Let’s… stay together until dawn!” He cried, rubbing his face in Dimitri’s chest.

The Prince sniffled as well, his cheeks tinted in a rosy hue as he nodded, hugging his beloved back with the most tenderness he had ever felt. He didn’t want to mlet Wolfram go, tonight or whenever.

But if they had to go their separate ways, at least they wanted the memory of this night to remain… With these thoughts in mind, they lingered in one another’s embrace for a while longer before getting up, their faces resolute.

Since they were sitting by the bridge, just existing together, the walk to Dimitri’s private quarters wasn’t long, though they walked it in silence. Their hands in each other's were hot, as were their faces, but their hearts beat as one.

Still, despite their resolve, the moment they arrived in front of the bed, they froze for a moment. Wolfram stuttered as he remembered the talk he had with Yuri, also remembering how he had forgotten the lube he got as a present… But the moment he turned to meet Dimitri, the desperation in the Prince’s eyes made Wolfram’s subside and his body melt as he reached out to kiss him.

Wrapping his hands around Dimitri’s shoulders, Wolfie opened his mouth for a deeper kiss, allowing everything Dimitri wanted from that moment on. The Prince winced, closing his eyes from the deep longing as he dove into his beloved’s lips and tongue with a hunger he never realized he had.

They walked backwards to the bed, and Wolfie only didn’t fall because Dimitri’s hold on him was rock solid -- which actually aroused him even more, honestly. Pulling away to breathe, they huffed by each other’s lips, closing their eyes to once again dive into one another’s taste.

This time, however, Wolfram plopped on the bed as Dimitri gently placed himself on top, unbuckling his cloak with one hand amidst their kiss. Wolfie reached out to help Dimitri out of his armor, but since there were so many knots and buckles, he gave up with an annoyed huff under their entangled tongues.

As reluctant as he was to stop the kiss, Dimitri pulled away to take off his armor; his face so red it shone in Wolfram’s sensitive eyes. Gulping, Wolfie couldn’t help but stare as the well defined muscles tempered by scars came into view, holding his breath once the pants rolled down on the floor.

“Oh, my Naga, it’s big just as they said…” Wolfie gasped, clenching his body from seeing the amount of effort it would take to put all of that inside of him.

Bashful, Dimitri scratched the back of his neck. “If you stare so much, I…” He trailed off, not actually knowing what he would do, only having an instinct that he would do it.

Wolfie gulped, reaching his shaky hands to it, “c-can I…?” He looked up like a frightened cat.

Adjusting himself on the bed, Dimitri nodded. “Of course…”

Once Wolfie’s cold fingers touched it, it twitched a bit as a strangled huff came out of Dimitri’s throat. “It’s really so big, I’m… I- Will it fit?”

Dimitri covered his mouth with one hand, embarrassed to no end. “If you would rather do it, I can-” He meant to turn around, but Wolfie squeaked.

“N-no! I- want to… to feelitinsideme,” he dug his face inside his hands, “but I’m just-”

Even more aroused after Wolfram’s declaration, Dimitri lifted his beloved’s face, placing a kiss on his lips. “We can take it slow, if you want. I absolutely do not wish to hurt you. Besides… I, well…” he stuttered, glancing at the bedside table. “Sylvain… informed me of many things.”

Wolfram looked from imitri to the table, opening the drawer at his urging. There was a flask much like the one he had gotten from Yuri sitting there. “Oh- I know this-”

“You do?” Dimitri chuckled nervously. “Have we been thinking the same things all this time?”

“Heehee,” Wolfie giggled as he noticed that even the packaging was the same. Did the two of them get it from the same merchant? Bearing those light hearted thoughts actually calmed Wolfie down, making him look at Dimitri’s towering erection with hunger instead of fear. “I think we did.”

Dimitri’s heart pounded as he saw Wolfram slipping off his clothes. He grasped at his chest as he saw the glittering skin under the faint moonlight, finding him beautiful beyond words. Even the deep blush -- or rather, especially the blush -- made him look like a painting someone put all of their life into making.

The words fell out of their tongues, unneeded, as their lips touched, intertwining one with the other. Dimitri softly placed Wolfram on the mattress, carefully sliding his hands through all of his body. Wolfram could finally touch the muscles he had been ogling from some time ago, relishing on how they hardened as his soft fingers passed by them. The moment Dimitri’s fingers touched Wolfie’s bottom, he let out a soft welp, digging his face into Dimitri’s shoulder.

The shuddering breath, the pale skin, the welcoming flesh around him… Dimitri could get drunk on all of it. He smeared the lube like Sylvain had told him, inserting one finger at a time until three could fit without hurting Wolfram, under the half-manakete’s moans and squeaks. His voice was so adorable.

So, so adorable.

It was a wonder Dimitri hadn’t thought of embracing him before, but now that he had him in his arms… He didn’t want to let go.

Slowly he prodded his erection into Wolfram, startling him into holding his breath.

Feeling the anxiety, Dimitri lightly kissed his beloved, then dove in with his tongue. Wolfram melted noticeably, wrapping weak arms around Dimitri’s neck which the Prince took as permission. He inserted it slowly, so very slowly he could go mad.

The deeper it went, the more stretched out Wolfram’s moans became, which spurred him into pushing it even deeper. Once it was all in, they both let out sighs of pleasure, never wanting to part.

At the back of his mind, Wolfram even wondered how could all of that fit inside of him, but most of him was occupied with the pleasure it all made him feel. He was dizzy, he was huffing for breath, grasping for Dimitri’s touch like a starved animal. He wanted to feel it all.

As Dimitri moved, their bodies resonated with one another, making them even more sure that they had made the right choice in choosing to be together; to bound themselves with one another. Their bodies fit perfectly.

The night was young and the couple had a lot to learn from their love-making, though they moved like there was no tomorrow.

Tomorrow, they would part. Tomorrow, they wouldn’t see each other anymore.

But tomorrow was still far away. For now, they had each other.

There was golden dust fluttering around in the sun-kissed room, blessing the lovers’ morning like a mother waking her sleeping child. Deep inside Dimitri’s hug, Wolfram squirmed, turning his head away from the light.

“Are you awake?” Dimitri’s voice was so soft it made Wolfram wonder if he was still dreaming. The Prince had woken up long ago, but he wasn’t about to let go of his beloved so he stayed to watch over Wolfie as he slept.

“Ughhh,” Wolfie groaned, “I’ll have to fly to the portal… I can’t sit on Aquilo like this…” he grumbled, feeling sore all over.

Dimitri choked, beet-red, then cleared his throat. “A-ahem… Forgive me.”

Wolfie giggled, shaking his head, not really wanting to leave this perfect cage of muscles. “I’m happy. I was so anxious yesterday thinking that we’d never see each other again, but now… I’m content. Like I can do anything.”

“I feel the same,” Dimitri nodded, placing a kiss on Wolfie’s forehead. “Is your body alright? Can I help with anything?”

Wolfie grinned, shaking his head at first, but then tilting it to the side. “Not rea- wait, maybe… can you help me take a bath? I don’t think I can sit up.”

“Of course! How could I not-” Flustered, the Prince got up to quickly call for someone to bring water. The morning was just beginning but it was already this filled with happiness.

It made the anxiety from last night feel like a lie.

However, as they left to Zanado -- Dimitri on Aquilo at Wolfram’s request and Wolfie flying beside them -- it all started to feel real.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t anxious at all, but now he felt more assured. He landed on a seemingly empty spot with a light heart, straightening his back once Aquilo landed with Dimitri in tow.

“Is it here?” The Prince asked, looking around.

“Yup. Anytime now.” Wolfie looked at the space in front of him, feeling the familiar energy from when he had first arrived in Fódlan. It was compelling him to take a step forward.

He tried to, but Dimitri’s hand on his stopped him.

Wolfie grinned happily, squeezing Dimitri’s hand before placing a kiss on it. “See you soon.”

The wind around them started to change, swirling around Wolfram before reaching a spot a few steps from him. Light started to gather and Dimitri could see something similar to what had engulfed Byleth five years ago -- it was a portal.

“Yes…” Dimitri also took Wolfie’s hand to place a kiss on it. “Come back soon, my love.”

“My love.” Wolfie repeated before walking into the portal, followed by Aquilo. The light flashed blindingly, forcing Dimitri to close his eye -- just as he reached out to it again.

But there was nothing there anymore.

Wolfie followed the same gut feeling from the past, avoiding portals near him by instinct, walking straight ahead towards the one he felt most familiar with. As the blue light around him gathered, he felt his body drop and closed his eyes from the sudden vertigo.

He couldn’t even open his eyes once the atmosphere changed around him because something -- or someone -- tackled him at full strength, throwing him on the ground that was full of water and roots.

“Wolfie! Oh, Wolfie, my child, my little baby…” Nidra cried on his chest, quickly touching his face and shoulders. “Are you alright? Look how much your hair’s grown! You’re so thin-”

“RAMYY!” Cynthia and Cyn both threw themselves on the pile, drenching even Tiki and Nah who were close to help with the portal.

“Aww, now he has more green on his hair, he’s not only my kid anymore, Ni-Ni!” Henry laughed from the side, helping Nidra and Wolfram up. “Welcome back, kiddo! Now you’re even taller than your old man here, nyaha!”

“Father- Mother…” Wolfie choked up, his chin trembling. Cynthia and Cyn glued themselves on him like leeches, as Nidra patted around him in search of injuries.

His eyes burned with tears.

“Mother…” He sniffled, then cried. “Wahhh!” He wailed, losing the strength in his legs as he dove into Nidra’s hug. “I mi- missed… you all so much! So much, wahh!” He sobbed, setting all of their family but Henry off into crying with him as well.

Henry smiled with a ‘nyaha’, looking at Tiki and Nah so they could excuse themselves from the family reunion, which they did silently.

The crying wouldn’t end until after a long, long time. It was late afternoon when he arrived, but only way into the night that they composed themselves into talking with words instead of with tears.

Everyone took turns hugging their youngest, each asking a different question about how everything had been on the other side, though only Meliodas and Henry noticed the ring on Wolfie’s ring finger at first.

They exchanged glances like the overprotective father and brother duo that they were, planning on pulling Wolfie to the side once they arrived home so he could explain that first and foremost.

However, for now, they were all just so happy to be reunited that they almost considered staying in Chon’sin for the night, but Wolfie wanted to fly.

More than anything, he wanted to fly again with his family, just like how he had seen in the dream Naga had shown him. The bright light of the moon in this oh-so-familiar world, filled with draconic energy… It seeped into Wolfie’s bones.

He hadn’t realized how tired he had been everyday back in Fódlan, but just by breathing into his world’s air, he felt recharged. He was home.

On their flight back, Cyn excitedly told him about the news they wanted to share as a surprise.

“Our castle is done! We’re going there now!” She looped in the air, giggling as even her older sister Cynthia scolded her.

“Hey! It was so hard to keep it a secret! It was gonna be a huge surprise!”

“Nyahahaha, you truly are sisters, huh?” Henry cackled on top of Nidra’s dragon form, knowing how hard it had always been for his little girls to keep a secret.

Wolfram’s eyes, however, only sparkled. “It’s done? Wow! We’ve only visited it while it was being built, but now we can LIVE there? Wooohoo!” He did a loop-de-loop, following his sister into a happy dance.

The castle that Robin had promised to make for Nidra and her family about 30 years ago, before Luci was even born, was finally ready. So Nidra could keep her vow of watching over Robin’s family and descendants through ages to come, Robin had a castle to be secretly built in the woods, behind the royal palace of Ylisse.

Only those who were involved in its construction and the royal family would ever know about it -- a den of dragons, right under Ylisse’s nose.

Wolfie was excited to finally see it completed -- it had been under construction ever since before he was born, so seeing the whole thing made his heart soar.

The location was really deep into the woods, which, in Cyn’s words, was ‘just like how legends are born’. They landed at the courtyard, under Wolfie’s gaping mouth. “Woooow!” He twirled around himself, then jumped to fly around the spires and towers. “Is this really for only us? It’s so big!”

Nidra puffed her chest up with pride, as though the praise directed at Robin’s work was her own as well. “Well, it WILL house many generations of our family, so it has to be at least this big.”

Nidra and Henry’s children, as well as their consorts and their children’s consorts… And their own children’s consorts, as well. Since they were of immortal blood, all of them would live together, sharing the same space. It was the perfect way for everyone to live together.

Once she said as much, Wolfie winced, looking down with dark eyes.

“Son?” Nidra took Wolfie’s hand, looking up at him with concerned eyes.

Wolfram shook his head, smiling right after. “Nothing. I just wanted to see how it looked inside!” He beamed, but Nidra could feel that something was wrong.

Before she opened her mouth, however, Henry touched her shoulder. “Alrighty, kids! Time to show our youngest to the nest! Tomorrow we’ll do a big tour.” He urged the children with his usual eagerness, watching them disappear inside the castle with a smile.

“... Henry.” Nidra touched the hand that was on her shoulder.

“Ni-Ni. What if they don’t want to live here with their mates?” He asked without taking his eyes off of the door they went through. “Will you hold them back?”

The manakete looked down, pressing her lips into a thin line.

Sleeping inside their nest after so long made Wolfie sob half of the night until he finally fell asleep, though by then Cynthia and Nidra had also cried so much the pillows were drenched. Henry stayed up all night, caressing his youngest’s hair as he reminisced of the past.

Had it been already that long since he was just a bundle of warmth at the corner of the nest? Now he was fitting right in the middle, in between so many limbs no one knew what belonged to whom.

His eyes naturally trailed to the ring on Wolfie’s finger.

His children finding mates wasn’t something new, actually. Meliodas and Cynthia both had found their sweethearts, though they weren’t living at the castle yet. Emphasis on ‘yet’. But it seemed like Wolfie’s wouldn’t be able to come over, maybe ever.

Henry looked at his wife whose eyes were puffy from crying so much and smiled, kissing her eyelids. “Maybe we can make another one, nyaha!”

The following day, Wolfie distributed the presents one by one, muttering something about buying larger decorations if he’d known the castle would be ready. Each one reacted to their presents differently, but it was just what he had expected. Meliodas and Cynthia were excited to read their books, just as Cyn wanted to test out her new saddle right away. However, they would rather spend time with their youngest, so they put away their presents to listen to Wolfie’s stories instead.

Bashful, Wolfie took a deep breath to start the epic tale, but Nidra lifted her hand, getting up from her spot in the nest. “Children, you should go enjoy your presents now. Mother needs to have a talk with Wolfie before we all return to our usual lives.”

Meliodas and Cynthia exchanged worried glances, remembering how serious Nidra had been on the day Wolfram had had his destiny’s call. Cyn and Meli glanced at Henry, silently asking to stay, but he urged them to leave instead.

Under the suddenly cold atmosphere, Wolfie looked like a lost puppy. “Um, Mother? Is something wrong?” He squeaked after everyone but Henry and Nidra had left, hugging a big pillow as though to defend himself.

Nidra took a shaky breath, truly not really wanting to have this talk. Henry sat beside her and held her hand, jumping straight into the issue.

“You’re not really staying, right, Wolfie?” Henry surely used words, but Wolfram felt like he had been slapped instead.

“Wuh- how? I-” He blabbered, looking from Henry to Nidra.

The manakete felt tears burning on her eyes again, but she pushed them down. She was a mother, so she understood her children well.

Of course, she wouldn’t want to tie them down if they absolutely didn’t want it. She would use her authority as a mother to keep them under her wing for as long as it took -- even that meant thousands of years! Actually, she would prefer it that way.

However, if they wanted to fly out of the nest on their own, she had no choice but to accept it… with conditions, of course.

“We’re your parents, Wolfie. Of course we know when our baby is struggling,” she said with a level tone, smiling warmly at the boy.

“They can’t come over, huh?” Henry pointed at the ring, making Wolfie flinch and look down at his hand as well. Not even the nosy Cynthia duo noticed, so he didn’t think he would be found out this soon.

The moment he saw his family again, he wanted to blurt it all out, but he couldn’t. The more time he spent with them, the more he thought that he had to wait for a better moment to drop the news and ask for help.

And yet, his parents saw through it all.

“...” Wolfie teared up, hugging the pillow even harder. “I love him so much… I miss him already, Mom…” he sobbed, his voice muffled by the pillow.

Nidra ran up to her child and hugged him, squeezing him into the most motherly hug she had ever given. “Tell Mother everything, Wolfie. We will do anything to help our baby.”

“Wuhh…” Wolfie sniffled, digging his face into his mother’s embrace. “Motherrr!” He cried out even harder as she patted his back reassuringly.

Henry held Wolfie’s hand through it all, silently waiting until he was ready to tell them everything.

It took a while for his tears to dry, and even longer for his voice to come back after sobbing so much, but they waited patiently. As Wolfie told them his and Dimitri’s tale, his eyes sparkled like they never had before.

Wolfram had always been a child who shone brightly with his smile; but seeing him talk about his beloved -- Dimitri -- the couple could see how much brighter he could become once he found something important to him.

Nidra caressed his hand in silence after he was done.

He wanted to open the portal again to be with Dimitri -- that was his strongest wish. He wondered if the portal could be permanent, but trailed off because he would still want to go back to Fódlan even if it couldn’t be permanent.

“We said this before you left, but we still remain true to our words, Son. All that matters is what you want.” Nidra smiled weakly. “Opening the portal once took a lot of power, so I cannot promise that we can make the permanent one right away.”

“Uh-huh,” Henry nodded, scratching his chin in thought, “maybe if we tapped into the life force… I think that would work…” He mumbled, though he felt that that train of thought would be too much for Nidra to handle at the moment. Cut off their son’s lifespan so they could meet anytime they wanted? She would never allow that!

However, Nidra simply bobbed her head to the sides. “I shall speak to Naga about how we could make this possible. It would be better if the portal was held here in the forest…”

Wolfie blinked, stunned. His Mother and Father were so open about helping him that made all of his feelings of guilt melt away like snow. “It- is it okay? I can… go back? But we just met again…”

“Oh, you are not going back now, Son. Perhaps a few moons away? There is much to prepare for the portal to open once, so opening it indefinitely will take even longer.”

Months.

Looking down, Wolfie hunched his shoulders, making Nidra and Henry exchange glances.

“Do not make that face, my boy.” Nidra lifted his chin with a soft touch, booping his nose. “We shall do our utmost to have you back in your beloved’s arms, so smile for us, hm? Besides, I still need to meet him for a ‘talk’.”

Henry snorted, setting Wolfie off as well.

“Heehee, poor Dimitri!” He giggled, finally feeling the weight in his chest being lifted. He looked up with clenched fists, as though readying himself for a challenge. “Wait for me, Dimitri… I’ll go back as soon as possible!”

The news about Wolfie’s eventual return to Fódlan was met with some resistance from the younger siblings. Meliodas figured that was the case so he was more level-headed, though he still grieved silently while Cyn sobbed, hugging her only little brother.

“I’ll go too! I’m not leaving Ramy alone anymore!” She declared under loud sobs, flustering her siblings and mother to the almost fainting point.

There was much to prepare for Wolfie’s return; from gathering information about the portal to how the dynamics inside their castle would change. If the portal were to be permanent, it would only be like crossing the street to visit, but if not… Well, there was a lot to think about.

Nidra prayed to Naga every day, talking with the Mother of the species as though they were in a group project together. They talked about materials and possible sources of power, not to mention a way to connect both worlds together.

They had to take stones from Naga’s temple up on Mount Prism to build a foundation for the portal to stay up, then there was a need for the stones to be bathed in a solution made with Naga’s Bell. The way to connect their worlds would be through the ring Wolfie wore and the Jewel Dimitri had on his person back in Fódlan. He had asked for additional hair the morning of his departure, saying that his feelings had changed from when he had first made the ejwel, so although a shame that the old jewel would disappear, Wolfie would return with a new one in tow.

For the energy source, Naga suggested two that none of them had thought of: the Fire Emblem and the Exalted Falchion. Since both of them were bathed in Naga’s holy fire and held a considerable amount of her power, they would be enough to supply the portal for all eternity. However, they would lose all of their power, so another Awakening Ceremony would be needed should the need arise in the future.

Nidra approached Chrom and Robin with such concerns, but the Queen Mother and former King readily lent them to her, seeing as they now lived in a time where the Fell Dragon didn’t exist anymore.

It took almost an entire year for Wolfie to stand in front of the portal once again, though this time he would cross it hand in hand with Nidra. The others were forced to stay since it would be too overwhelming for everyone on the other side if so many dragons crossed over, but once everything was settled, they would rush in right away.

Wolfie gulped, his heart pounding like crazy as he stepped into the light, guided by his Mother’s warm hand.

Summer in Fhirdiad wasn’t that much different from spring, which was only slightly warmer than autumn. The King of the Unified Kingdom of Fódlan sat in his office like he had done for the past year, digging into piles and piles of documents. However, that day, unlike the others, something strange happened: as he was stretching his arms from looking down for so long, something flashed under his clothes.

“What?” He quickly pulled the chain in which he had hung Wolfram’s jewel, seeing it shine brightly for a moment before… crumbling into dust.

Color left his face as he tried to gather what was left of it, but the dust floated in the air, avoiding his touch. It twirled around the room, then reached the door as though asking him to follow it.

Dimitri’s heart beat faster.

Could it be?

He slammed the door open, running after the golden dust that sped up more and more as it left the castle well into the woods. Many people shouted after seeing their King run around like a madman, but Dimitri didn’t hear any of it.

Huffing, he stood at a clearing in the middle of the dense woods as the dust twirled in the air, twinkled and flashed a blinding, familiar light. A blue portal opened right in front of him, the waves of distorted space making reality wobble around him.

“Do you think you will recognize the place once we arrive?” An unknown woman’s voice rang, making Dimitri flinch.

Soon after it, a familiar and sweet voice replied. “I have no idea! Naga said it’d open close to where the jewel was, right? But I dunno where Dimitri is-”

As Wolfram stepped out of the portal, a bright blue eye and a perfect blond head greeted him.

“Right here.” Dimitri huffed, pulling Wolfram into a much needed embrace. “I’m right here, Wolfram.”

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putschki1969 · 4 years

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みんなの質問に答えるよ！～その①～ Answering everyone’s questions ～ Part 1 ～

OMG, she is the most precious human being on this planet. Her videos are getting cuter every time. And that adorable dango-hairstyle! Kill me now!

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This is her second try at filming the video. The first time she tried to answer all the questions and the video turned SUPER long (she talked for about 2 hours). That’s why she decided to film everything again and make two separate parts. This is part 1.

Question 1: What made her choose her current house that she moved into a few years ago? The fact that she can see the sky clearly because there are no high buildings around her.

Question 2: What kind of supplements is she taking? She is taking a bunch and she has those super cute containers for every day of the week. She introduces one of her favourite supplements, RSP Nutrition BCAA 5000. It promotes muscular endurance and decreases fatigue. A friend recommended it to her [Note: I wonder which friend? *coughs* Keiko *coughs*]

Question 3: Her hair care routine? She has very long hair but in the humid wheather it turns frizzy and slightly curly so she always makes sure to use a special round brush to straighten her hair while drying it. She also uses a serum by a brand called Aujua. It takes care of dryness and leaves the hair soft, manageable, and moisturised. When she is going for a specific style, like an up-do (e.g. dango hair in the video XD) she uses a styling serum by by a brand called nAplA.

Question 4: What does she use as the base for her make-up? Aside from her concealer which she already introduced in her previous video, she usually uses a light and natural-looking base. And there is something she uses every day underneath her make-up. It’s her &be UV Milk. She uses it for her face and body actually. It’s very soothing and not sticky at all. Everyone should try using it if they can find a bottle.

Question 5: Where did she get the shark plushie in the background and what’s on its head? LOTS of people asked that question. Wakana thinks her shark is wearing a hat but she could be wrong. Also, she got that as a present from her relatives. it’s very fluffy and soft, the perfect size. She loves it. When her relatives saw if for the first time, they knew it was meant for Wakana so they gave it to her as present.

Question 6: The same question about her Teto plushie? She got that at a Ghibli exhibition in Roppongi. There was a souvenir store and she obviously couldn’t resist.

Question 7: How did she become a shark lover? [Note: She has actually talked about that so many times, why are people still asking this?] Her usual story about watching Jurassic Park in the cinema with her dad and brother. She was super scared but started to be interested in dinosaurs. At one point she came across megalodon (ancient dinosaur-shark). She was absolutely blown away by its size and immediately fell in love. She is happy that the fans seem to like her obsession with sharks, that allows her to make more and more shark merch XD She also loves shark movies (the ones where they are portrayed the way they actually are) and of course she loves going to the aquarium and watch them swim.

Question 8: Her go-to snacks and favourite ice: She prefers savoury snacks so her favourite snack might be “kaki no tane”. Especially the Ume&Shiso flavour. She likes everything with ume (plum) flavour like the Suppa-Mucho Ume chips for example. Generally, she is a fan of sour snacks so she also likes vinegar and lemon flavours. Her favourite ice and recommendation for everyone is PariPari Bar.

Question 9: What’s her usual air-con/heater temperature setting? When she sleeps she has her temperature set at around 27,5 degrees celcius. In the summer time when it is super hot she will turn on the A/C in the room adjacent to her bedroom so some cool air flows through the house and into the bedroom when she sleeps. Right now her room is at around 26 degrees celcius, she turned it down a bit for the video because she gets hot easily when she talks a lot. [Note: Does Wakana actually think that 26 degrees is a cool temperature? Wow. I honestly can’t deal with anything above 22 degrees in my apartment]

Question 10: Someone wants to see her accessory collection: She has a lot so she can’t show everything but she is showing us what she is wearing these days, She prefers gold over silver. She likes round shapes (not only with earrings but also with necklaces - like the choker she puts on).

Part 2 will follow soon! Everyone, please look forward to it! She says these Q&A videos are super hard because she can’t keep things short. She can’t answer with a single sentence, she just keeps on talking. These 10 question actually took her about 30 minutes to finish but she managed to edit it so the video is only 15 minutes XD

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“Shhh...come on YoungMi, please get some sleep for mommy.” You paced around your daughter’s room while rocking her in your arms. You glanced over at the clock that read 2:43 am and took a deep breath. YoungMi whined and cried quietly in your arms. You knew she couldn’t help it since she was sick and the poor thing couldn’t get sleep. After getting prescribed medicine, the doctor said it should work after a couple of hours but Namjoon, being Namjoon, forgot to give it to her before her bedtime and you were left to fix it. It had only been a few minutes since you gave it to her and she started to quiet down.

Ever since that day at the building, you and Namjoon haven’t been on the best of terms. You avoided him as much as possible, only talking to him when it was related to the child you both shared. You didn’t have long to think about the living conditions since all of your stuff had already been moved in anyways. You did what you had to for your baby, wanting nothing but the nest for her. That was a few months ago, of course and now you had to deal with a sick, crying baby. Although you weren’t talking to Namjoon as much, you were able to figure out his schedule since it was a must.

5 am- Namjoon wakes up and so does YoungMi

5:30- Namjoon has eaten breakfast while you feed the baby as well and let Namjoon hold her for a while before heading to the studio.

6 am- YoungMi goes back down after being tired from waking up so early and you take a shower.

7 am- You cook yourself breakfast and do any cleaning that wasn’t done the night before while learning Korean through an app and books, with help from Jimin.

7:45- YoungMi wakes up and you get her dressed for the day.

Between 8 am and 10 pm you give MiMi her tummy time so she can learn to crawl, feed her and you make a grocery list for later, make lunch and do laundry.

By 12:30 YoungMi is down for her nap while you eat breakfast and learn more Korean, taking notes.

1:15- MiMi wakes up from her nap and is fed again.

2pm: You and the baby go out to the grocery store and spend some time at the Han River.

5pm: You start cooking dinner and brush up on your studies since you’re still waiting for a few phone calls for your esthetician job.

6pm- You feed MiMi again and turn on soft music for her to listen to while she sits in her bouncer and watches you make dinner.

7pm- You give MiMi her bath

8pm- You eat and put the rest up for Namjoon

9pm- Namjoon comes home and goes right to spend some time with MiMi before bed while you learn more Korean.

10pm- Namjoon takes another shower and goes to bed while you go to bed in the other bedroom.

You had all of this figured out within the 3 months that you’ve been living together. Sometimes Namjoon will send a text to see YoungMi on his lunch break at the building so you bring her there, but you won’t say a word to him and the boys can tell that there’s a lot of tension between the two of you. They don’t speak on it, since most of them have their own issues going on already with their wives. When you do need a break, Namjoon’s mother, the angel that she is, will take the baby to give you some free time in which you do squeeze in a few sessions with a personal trainer since you wanted to get your body back.

Now, in this room with your daughter slowly falling asleep, you sniffled some since she was starting to make you sick, all from taking care of her. You kissed her head a few times, rocking back and forth. Even if your eyes felt heavy and you wanted to sleep, you knew you couldn’t until she was okay. Motherhood was definitely taking its toll on you and your body but you wouldn’t give her up for anything. It was hard, but you knew you could do it and even if you and Namjoon didn’t see eye to eye he was a great dad, a little forgetful but great to MiMi.

Laying her down in her crib and placing a blanket over her, you walked over to the humidifier in her room and filled it with more water, turned it on and walked back to your own room. Hearing the other door open, you froze and turned to see Namjoon coming out of the room, shirtless and wearing boxers while scratching his chest and staring at you. “She okay? I heard her crying.” He grumbled. God, why does his voice have to be so deep and sexy at this hour? If you didn’t hate him so much right now you would probably be pregnant again. You hadn’t gotten laid since the night your daughter was conceived but you were sure he got his fill while you suffered.

“She’s fine now, you forgot to give her the medicine she was supposed to take hours ago.” He cursed and rubbed his face. “I forgot...I’m sorry. Hectic day and-” “It’s taken care of now, just go back to bed.” You cut him off, not really in the mood to hear what he had to say. Closing your door behind you, taking a deep breath, you sat on the edge of your bed and rubbed the back of your neck and that’s when your door opened and in walked Namjoon, closing it behind him and clasping his hands together. Was he for real? Right now at this hour and still wearing boxers?

“Y/N...we need to talk about this now. It’s been months and this is getting ridiculous. I know we don’t know much about each other but we do have a daughter together and I would like for us to get along for her sake. There’s an award show coming up and the company wants us to invite the wives, ever since the announcement people have been waiting to see all of you so I need you on this, Y/N, please. There’s already enough stress with this comeback and the new album dropping soon.” He paused for a few seconds and looked at you. “We can talk more about it in the morning, you can even sleep in the bed with me and move your stuff into the room. I want to work this out.” He added.

He looked like a God when he was begging like this. Blinking a few times, you rolled your eyes twice as hard as he spoke and picked at your pajama shorts before looking up at him. “I want you to apologize. Apologize to me for what you said. You wanted me to stay out of your way, you wanted me to stay in the extra bedroom and not bother you while you work and I gave you exactly what you wanted and now you hate it. I’ve been giving you what you’ve wanted besides this marriage that I had no say in...I just want you to know, that as hard as it is for you it was hard for me too, Namjoon. To be pregnant by myself with no help, drive myself to the hospital and give birth alone and then take care of her for 2 months by myself. No help, just sleeping when she sleeps and eating when she isn’t crying. So, with that, the only thing I want from you is an apology. I’ll fix everything else tomorrow and we can figure something out but I just need you to understand that I’m also overwhelmed too.” You climbed under the blanket and looked at him.

“Please, let me get some sleep, call your mother in the morning to pick up MiMi and keep her for the day.” Namjoon nodded and gave you a small smile. “This will all work out, I promise. All relationships have obstacles and this is one of many that we will get through. Things will get crazier but I promise I’ll try my best for both of you. Um, goodnight, Y/N.” He nodded his head once again before leaving the room.

Great, now you were stuck staring up at the ceiling and thinking about what he just said. Clearly he needed to redeem himself and you could tell he felt guilty about what you went through while being alone and pregnant. Also, you had forgotten about the award show and even the whole announcement. You stayed away from most of your social media except for Instagram, which you kept extremely private and you wouldn’t dare to go on Twitter even though you had thousands of notifications. What were you gonna wear to this award show anyways?

You and the other wives had your fittings in one dressing room, all matching colors with your husband, your color was gold. You were placed in a short dress, black with gold details, the back was only slightly low and the dress itself stopped at your mid thigh, almost feeling like a second skin. Your jewelry was gold as well, a few rings, earrings, a gold diamond choker and a a bracelet. Your shoes were black, keeping those simple. You did your own hair, keeping your curls but less volume and did a simple smokey eye with a brown lip.

You waited with the other wives, quietly talking amongst them and taking in how beautiful they all were. Jin’s wife was last to get ready, being the diva that you thought she was but once you all were ready, you waited for the boys. Looking over your fresh manicure that you were not used to having, you played with the rings on your fingers while the boys walked out, all dressed in their own style of suits but they matched the dresses overall. Namjoon stared at you, his eyes looking over your body and you glared at him before getting into the vehicle that was to escort all of you to the red carpet.

The amount of cameras and people that were on the red carpet was overwhelming. You weren’t ready at all but Namjoon, kept you next to him, holding your hand while you all walked and waited to take pictures. The screams were insane, your body tensed up every now and then but you kept a small smile on your face while posing and taking pictures. While the boys spoke, you and the other wives took a few photos together, it was weird that people knew your names and asked you to turn and take photos for them.

Each couple had their interview, which thankfully you didn’t have to speak much and Namjoon did almost all of the talking. He led you inside, his hand on your lower back and waved at a few people. Once inside, you walked to your seats. “Are you okay?” Namjoon asked and you nodded, confused as to why until you heard the fans from afar, some cheering and others yelling bad things at you and the other wives. Scrunching your eyebrows, you held Namjoon’s hand and squeezed it while staring at the stage as they got things together.

At one point during the show, the boys got up, more than once to accept awards and then to perform. You sat next to Jimin’s wife who was on your right, dancing in your seats to most of the songs and grinning when the boys performed. The whole night was something you never thought you would have the luxury of being in. The idols were nice, at least most of them, some of them didn’t take the time to say hi but it didn’t bother you. You knew why but you didn’t let it ruin your night.

The boys were phenomenal, winning so many awards that even they were shocked. Although it was long, it finally ended and you were able to go home. As Namjoon walked over to you, sweat on his face, you grabbed a napkin and patted it away for him, fixed his collar and jumped when you heard someone behind you call his name. Jackson Wang, of Got7. He jogged over to you two and briefly spoke to Namjoon, asking him to come to the after party.

Within the two weeks that you moved back into the main bedroom, worked out your schedules and your daughter got over her cold, things were looking better. The fandom was still shaken up, but on your end, this was what you wanted for your daughter, a great life and even greater parents.

You nodded to Namjoon, seeing as he was looking at you for confirmation for the after party. Of course, you would be going with him since Jackson insisted.

The after party was a different atmosphere, more relaxed than the award show. There were drinks, actual food and music playing. The building in which it was being held was beautifully decorated, red carpeting and a chandelier in the middle of the room. The first thing you did was grab a glass of wine and took a sip while Namjoon introduced you to a few people. Jackson made his way back over. “You made it and you brought your beautiful wife.” He cheered and finished his glass of whatever he was drinking and held out his hand to you. He kissed the back of your hand and you full on smiled, giggling. “Wow, Namjoon-ah, you really outdid it. She’s so beautiful. Your dress is amazing.” He commented towards you and you thanked him as he spun you around.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Namjoon’s jaw tighten visibly and he pulled you back to his side and stared down at you. Jackson was still holding onto your hand, looking over your rings and showering you in compliments, your face was burning from it all and Namjoon took your now empty glass from you and went to get you another one.

“So how does it feel to be Mrs. Kim Namjoon, huh? Where did you two meet and how come I didn’t see you first?” He joked and you laughed, explaining that you met in California a little over a year ago. You let go of his hand as he talked about his music and the trips he had lined up, you noticed Namjoon standing by the bar, watching you, carefully and you hugged Jackson goodbye, his hands rubbing your back before letting go.

Once you were in front of Namjoon, he leaned down to your ear. “We’re leaving now.” He ordered and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him out of the building and towards the car that was waiting for you. He sent a quick text and the other members came piling into the car with you and you all drove off.

You didn’t know what caused this sudden change in character for him but something told you he was angry about whatever it was. Maybe Jackson being too friendly or maybe he just wasn’t feeling well. Whatever it was, you were gonna ask him once you two got home anyways.

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[Biographical information]

Name:

Inara Horologium

Age:

Birthday:

December 1st

Sign:

Sagittarius

Height:

209 cm / 6’10 ’’

Appearance:

Inara is a young teenage of above average height in addition to a voluminous body with apparent muscles, she has wavy hair up to just below the hips in a beige tone with some mossy green hair with a hairstyle on the left side of the shaved head forming a sidecut hairstyle besides the bangs that refers to the jaw of a crocodile, the beige eyebrows with small details in moss green, the eyes orange like amber stones, the skin naturally tanned. The most notorious of its appearance is in addition to inhuman and sharp teeth are its slightly pointed ears adorned with various piercings and hidden by the hair and the long crocodile tail in light beige green with mossy green stripes.

She wears the almost complete standard uniform: She’s usually wearing a moss green tank top under her uniform blouse completely unbuttoned, without the vest and blazer, motorcycle gloves and the armband casually attached to the right side of one of the multiple belts she wears, the standard uniform pants plus punk boots.

As a Savanaclaw uniform she wears a leather cord choker with the fang of a monster defeated by Inara, a blouse with thin straps that run through the metal ring on the front of the blouse where it is also attached to another part of the fabric in tone dark gray yellow with geometric patterns in black, the leather vest, the scarf with the emblem of the dormitory adorning the left arm, tight jeans and torn in a blue gray tone besides being adorned with a chain made of beads in blue, green, yellow and red with a claw given by her mentor hanging from the end, wearing leather gloves, boots of the same material above the knees and adorned with leather straps and metal rings around the ankles and heels.

Homeland:

Afterglow Savanna (former)

Land of Pyroxene (current)

[Personal information]

Personality:

Inara is tough and speaks her mind, even if it causes confrontation and she respects those who do the same. Inara believes that weak people who join a leader are cowards, since they may just be relying on the strength of others instead of their own and conform to it.

Inara embraces life-threatening situations with a bright smile and is constantly looking for the next big adrenaline kick, smiling in the face of danger. She does not back down, even when she is dominated by stronger opponents, claiming to be just warming up. Inara also seems to take every day of her life to the extreme and without regrets, admitting that she would rather have never been born than to die with regrets. Despite her rude personality she would not hesitate to risk her life for the sake of her loved ones.

Likes:

Extreme sports, martial arts, skateboarding, boxing, hip hop, street dance, breaking dance, DJing, diving, swimming, climbing, trail, mountaineering, automotive mechanics, motorcycle, motocross, car racing, rock music, punk rock fashion, playing guitar, guitar, drums, bass, any cooking with cod.

Dislikes:

Wearing very feminine clothes (mostly pink), taking orders, people feeling sorry for themselves or cowards, people who use the skills of others as an excuse to become dependent, people who cannot do anything for themselves, deformists, cheating, who criticize her dress style and say that she needs to act in a “feminine way”.

Hobbies:

Biography:

A native of Afterglow Savanna, more precisely from the slums, Inara did not have a good relationship with her abusive parents and forced her to bring home from a young age as they conformed and mourned the misery they lived.

One night shortly after she turned six, a serious argument broke out in her home and she confronted the parents who enraged her physically before throwing her out in the open and throwing her out of the house, by some miracle someone was walking recklessly on the streets of slums late at night and by their presence them seemed to be someone noble and powerful.

Inara was questioned by the mysterious person about that deplorable and pathetic state, the crocodile girl with arrogance and contempt responded with irony and insults and countered by questioning why someone of apparent nobility did in a filthy place like the slums.

Sarcastically the person scoffed at the young woman's sordid and miserable fate, but the only answer she got from the petulant crocodile girl is that she didn't believe in something as stupid as fate and that it was for weak fools.

The mysterious person became interested in the sassy and crocodile girl and the person reveals themself to be a supernatural creature from another world, presenting himself under the name Yua a beautiful fox with nine tails that was suddenly brought to this world centuries ago and this being offered to Inara power so that she can change that miserable life and take revenge on that stupid fate.

Seeing that she had nothing to lose between dying in this sordid place or following that strange fox, she became a disciple, as promised, the fox taught everything she knew while longing insatiably to learn more about Twisted Wonderland until one day their paths parted in Land of Pyroxene when Inara turned 14 when Yua disappeared and the young crocodile had already achieved an independent and well-structured life with the instructions of her mentor she managed to open her business: a Motorcycle Cafeteria and also a very popular workshop among various types of auto racers and one day she was accepted into a prestigious girls' magic school until suddenly the Mirror of Darkness took her to Night Raven College.

[Professional information]

Dorm:

Savanaclaw

Year:

Second year

Class:

Club:

Pop music

Best subject:

Summoning and Ancient Curses

[Unique magic]

Wild Mother: Inara becomes one with nature and natural forces, her soul can feel much peace and contentment. Animals are less hostile or will even lose their aggression against her entirely. She can feel the living creatures and their emotions from the entire planet. It will also have some empathic connection with the plants, felt when it is time to plant them, when to water them and knowing what they exactly need. It can also make plants grow, regress, regenerate or heal when damaged or diseased and the same can apply to animals.

Once fully unified with nature, Inara can control nature and all its aspects: elements, environment, animals, etc. and using them in different ways as well as nature itself can manifest itself in Inara's aid.

[Relationships]

Family:

Father

Mother

Friends:

Aiyra Ferox

Chiba Harumi

Emily Hellscales

Mirella Hellscales

Deuce Spade

Ruggie Bucchi

Cater Diamond

Others:

Yua (magic mentor)

[Fun facts]

Favorite food:

Dishes with cod

Less favorite food:

Bubble gum

Talent:

Automotive Mechanical Maintenance

Dominant hand:

Ambidextrous

Trivia:

Her name means "lady of the waters", "mother of water", "the beauty of the waters" or "dominatrix" and Horologium "watch";

Inara adopted Horologium as her surname as a way of remembering one of her mentor's teachings: “Time is something that strengthens us, as it is proof of our evolution in this place that we call the world during this journey that we call life ”;

Inara is a species of marine crocodile;

Because of an accident caused by an error while she was learning magic, a clock melted into her body;

There is a curious fact resulting from this accident: every time the tip of her tail wags when she is irritated or impatient, it ends up producing the ticking tone of a watch;

She has a personalized motorcycle and created by herself for her height above her average and also with a special system to help balance.

Inara has a choker and she wears an amulet that helps her hide her long tail when she needs a "more human appearance";

Inara received a nodachi (a longer version of a katana) from her master who taught her the art of handling that sword;

Despite her habit of hating taking orders, she only obeys her mentor's orders as a way of showing her respect for Yua.

[Informação Biográfica]

Nome:

Inara Horologium

Idade:

Aniversário:

Primeiro de dezembro

Signo:

Sagitário

Altura:

209 cm / 6’10’’

Aparência:

Inara é uma jovem de estatura acima da média além de um corpo volumoso com músculos aparentes, ela possui cabelos ondulados até um pouco abaixo dos quadris em um tom bege com algumas mexas verde musgo com um penteado do lado esquerdo da cabeça raspado formando um penteado sidecut além da franja que remete a mandíbula de um crocodilo, as sobrancelhas beges com pequenos detalhes em verde musgo, os olhos alaranjados como pedras de âmbar, a pele naturalmente bronzeada. O mais notório de sua aparência é além de dentes inumanos e afiados são seus ouvidos levemente pontudos adornado com vários piercings e escondidos pelo cabelo e a longa cauda de crocodilo em verde bege claro com listras verdes musgos.

Ela usa o uniforme padrão quase completo: Normalmente está usando uma regata verde musgo sob a blusa do uniforme completamente desabotoada, sem o colete e o blazer, luvas de motoqueiro e a braçadeira casualmente presa na lateral direita de um dos múltiplos cintos que ela usa, a calça padrão além de coturnos punk.

Como uniforme de Savanaclaw ela usa um choker em cordão de couro com uma presa de um monstro derrotado por Inara, uma blusa com alças finas que transpassam a argola de metal na parte da frente da blusa onde também está preso a outra parte do tecido em tom amarelo cinza escuro com os padrões geométricos em preto, o colete de couro, o lenço com o emblema do dormitório adornando o braço esquerdo, calças jeans justas e rasgada em um tom azul cinzento além de estar adornado com uma corrente feita de miçangas em azul, verde, amarelo e vermelho com uma garra dada por sua mentora pendurado na ponta, usando luvas de couro, botas do mesmo material acima dos joelhos e adornadas com tiras e argolas de metal na região dos tornozelos e calcanhares.

Terra Natal:

Afterglow Savanna (anterior)

Land of Pyroxene (atual)

[Informação pessoal]

Personalidade:

Inara é dura e fala o que pensa, mesmo que cause confronto e ela respeita aqueles que fazem o mesmo. Inara acredita que pessoas fracas que se aliam um líder são covardes, já que eles podem estar apenas contando com a força dos outros ao invés de sua própria e se conformam com isso.

Inara abraça situações de risco de vida com um sorriso brilhante e está constantemente em busca da próxima grande descarga de adrenalina, sorrindo diante do perigo. Ela não recua, mesmo quando é dominada por oponentes mais fortes, alegando estar apenas se aquecendo. Inara também parece levar todos os dias de sua vida ao extremo e sem arrependimentos, admitindo que preferia nunca ter nascido do que morrer com arrependimentos. Apesar de sua personalidade rude ela não hesitaria em arriscar a própria vida pelo bem de seus entes queridos.

Gosta:

Esportes radicais, artes marciais, skateboarding, box, hip hop, street dance, breaking dance, DJing, mergulhar, nadar, escalada, trilha, montanhismo, mecânica automotiva, motorcycle, motocross, corrida de carros, música rock, moda punk rock, tocar guitarra, violão, bateria, baixo, qualquer culinária com bacalhau.

Desgosta:

Usar roupas muito femininas (principalmente cor de rosa), receber ordens, pessoas com pena de si mesma ou covardes, pessoas que usam habilidades dos outros como desculpas para ficar dependente, pessoas que não podem fazer nada por si mesmas, comformistas, trapaças, que critiquem seu estilo de vestir e que digam que ela precisa agir de “forma feminina”.

Hobbies:

Biografia:

Nativa de Afterglow Savanna, mais exatamente das favelas, Inara não tinha um bom relacionamento com seus pais que eram abusivos e a forçavam a trazer o sustento para casa desde a tenra idade enquanto eles se conformavam e lamentavam da miséria que viviam.

Em uma noite pouco depois de completar seis anos uma discussão séria estourou em sua casa e ela confrontou os pais que enfurecidos a agrediram fisicamente antes de jogá-la ao relento e expulsá-la de casa, por algum milagre havia alguém caminhando imprudentemente nas ruas das favelas tarde da noite e por sua presença parecia ser alguém nobre e poderoso.

Inara foi questionada pela pessoa misteriosa sobre aquele estado deplorável e patético, a garota crocodilo com arrogância e desprezo respondeu com ironia e insultos e rebateu questionando sobre porque alguém de aparente nobreza fazia em um lugar imundo como as favelas.

Sarcasticamente a pessoa zombou sobre esse destino sórdido e miserável da jovem, mas a única resposta que teve da garota crocodilo petulante é que a ela não acreditava em algo tão estúpido quanto destino e que isso era para tolos fracos.

A misteriosa pessoa se interessou na garota crocodilo e atrevida e a pessoa se revela ser uma criatura sobrenatural de outro mundo, se apresentando sob o nome Yua uma bela raposa com nove caudas que repentinamente foi trazida a este mundo séculos atrás e este ser ofereceu a Inara poder para que ela tenha poder mudar aquela vida miserável e se vingar dessa estupidez de destino.

Inara vendo que não tinha nada a perder entre morrer nesse lugar sórdido ou seguir essa estranha raposa se tornou discípula, como prometido a raposa ensinou tudo que sabia enquanto ansiava insaciavelmente aprender mais sobre Twisted Wonderland até que um dia os caminhos delas se separaram em Land of Pyroxene quando Inara completou 14 anos quando Yua desapareceu e a jovem crocodilo já havia conseguido uma vida independente e bem estruturada com as instruções de sua mentora ela conseguiu realizar a abertura de seu negócio: uma Cafeteria de motocicletas e também oficina bastante popular entres vários tipos de corredores automobilísticos e um dia ela foi aceita em uma prestigiada escola de magia para garotas até que repentinamente o Espelho das Trevas a levou para Night Raven College.

[Informação profissional]

Dormitório:

Savanaclaw

Ano:

Segundo ano

Classe:

Clube:

Música pop

Melhor assunto:

Invocação e Maldições antigas

[Magia única]

Mãe Selvagem: Inara se torna uma com a natureza e as forças naturais, sua alma podendo sentir muita paz e contentamento. Os animais são menos hostis ou até perderão totalmente a agressividade contra ela.

Ela pode sentir as criaturas vivas e suas emoções do planeta inteiro. Ela também terá alguma conexão empática com as plantas, sentido quando é o momento de plantá-las, quando regá-las e sabendo o que elas exatamente necessitam. Ela também pode fazer plantas crescer, regredir, regenerar ou curar quando danificadas ou doentes e o mesmo pode se aplicar aos animais.

Uma vez unificada plenamente com a natureza, Inara pode controlar a natureza e todos os seus aspectos: elementos, ambiente, animais, etc. e os utilizando de diversas maneiras como também a própria natureza pode se manifestar em auxílio de Inara.

[Relacionamentos]

Família:

Pai

Mãe

Amigos:

Aiyra Ferox

Chiba Harumi

Emily Hellscales

Mirella Hellscales

Deuce Spade

Ruggie Bucchi

Cater Diamond

Outros:

Yua (mentora de magia)

[Fatos divertidos]

Comida favorita:

Pratos com bacalhau

Comida menos favorita:

Chiclete

Talento:

Manutenção mecânica automotiva

Mão dominante:

Ambidestra

Trivia:

Seu nome significa "senhora das águas", "mãe d'água", "a beleza das águas" ou "dominadora" e Horologium “relógio”;

Inara adotou Horologium como seu sobrenome como uma forma de se lembrar de um dos ensinamentos de sua mentora: “O tempo é algo que nos fortalece, pois ele é a prova de nossa evolução neste lugar que chamamos de mundo durante esta jornada que chamamos de vida”;

Inara é uma espécie de crocodilo marinho;

Por causa de um acidente provocado por um erro enquanto ela aprendia magia, um relógio se fundiu em seu corpo;

Há um fato curioso resultante desse acidente: toda vez que a ponta da cauda dela balança quando está irritada ou impaciente acaba produzindo o tom de tique taque de um relógio;

Ela possui uma moto personalizada e criada por ela mesma para a estatura acima da média dela e também com um sistema especial para ajudar no equilíbrio.

Inara possui uma gargantilha e ela usa é um amuleto que a ajuda a esconder sua longa cauda quando ela precisa de uma “aparência mais humana”;

Inara recebeu uma nodachi (uma versão mais longa de uma katana) de sua mestra que lhe ensinou a arte do manejo dessa espada;

Apesar de seu habito de odiar receber ordens, ela apenas obedece às ordens de sua mentora como forma de demonstrar seu respeito a Yua.

[Información biográfica]

Nombre:

Inara Horologium

Años:

Cumpleaños:

Primero de diciembre

Signo Astrológico:

Sagitario

Altura:

209 cm / 6'10 "

Apariencia:

Inara es una mujer joven de estatura superior a la media además de un cuerpo voluminoso con músculos aparentes, tiene el cabello ondulado hasta justo debajo de las caderas en tono beige con algo de cabello verde musgo con un peinado en el lado izquierdo de la cabeza rapada formando un peinado de corte lateral. además del flequillo que hace referencia a la mandíbula de un cocodrilo, las cejas beige con pequeños detalles en verde musgo, los ojos naranjas como piedras de ámbar, la piel bronceada naturalmente. Lo más notorio de su apariencia es que además de unos dientes inhumanos y afilados son sus orejas ligeramente puntiagudas adornadas con varios piercings y ocultas por el pelo y la larga cola de cocodrilo en color verde beige claro con rayas verde musgo.

Lleva el uniforme estándar casi completo: por lo general, lleva una camiseta sin mangas verde musgo debajo de la blusa del uniforme completamente desabrochada, sin el chaleco y la chaqueta, los guantes de motociclista y el brazalete unido casualmente al lado derecho de uno de los múltiples cinturones que usa. los pantalones estándar más botas punk.

Como uniforme de Savanaclaw luce una gargantilla de cordón de cuero con el colmillo de un monstruo derrotado por Inara, una blusa con tirantes finos que recorren el aro de metal en la parte delantera de la blusa donde también se une a otra parte de la tela en tono. amarillo gris oscuro con motivos geométricos en negro, el chaleco de cuero, la bufanda con el emblema del dormitorio adornando el brazo izquierdo, jeans ajustados y rasgados en un tono gris azulado además de estar adornado con una cadena de abalorios en azul, verde, amarillo y rojo con una garra cedida por su mentor colgando del extremo, vistiendo guantes de cuero, botas del mismo material por encima de las rodillas y adornadas con correas de cuero y argollas de metal alrededor de los tobillos y talones.

Tierra natal:

Afterglow Savanna (antes)

Land of Pyroxene (actual)

[Información personal]

Personalidad:

Inara es dura y dice lo que piensa, incluso si causa confrontación y respeta a quienes hacen lo mismo. Inara cree que las personas débiles que se unen a un líder son cobardes, ya que pueden depender de la fuerza de los demás en lugar de la suya propia y conformarse a ella.

Inara abraza las situaciones que amenazan la vida con una sonrisa brillante y está constantemente buscando la próxima gran descarga de adrenalina, sonriendo ante el peligro. No retrocede, incluso cuando está dominado por oponentes más fuertes, diciendo que solo está calentando. Inara también parece llevar cada día de su vida al extremo y sin remordimientos, admitiendo que preferiría no haber nacido nunca antes que morir arrepentida. A pesar de su personalidad grosera, no dudaría en arriesgar su vida por el bien de sus seres queridos.

Gustos:

Deportes extremos, Artes marciales, Skateboarding, Boxeo, Hip hop, Street Dance, Breaking Dance, Pinchar, Buceo, Natación, Escalada, Sendero, Montañismo, Mecánica automotriz, Motocicleta, Motocross, Carreras de autos, Música rock, Moda punk rock, jugando guitarra, guitarra, batería, bajo, cualquier cocina con bacalao.

No le gusta:

Usar ropa muy femenina (en su mayoría rosa), recibir órdenes, personas que se compadecen de sí mismas o cobardes, personas que usan las habilidades de los demás como excusa para volverse dependientes, personas que no pueden hacer nada por sí mismas, deformistas, tramposos, que criticar su estilo de vestir y decir que necesita actuar de “manera femenina”.

Aficiones:

Biografía:

Originaria de Afterglow Savanna, más precisamente de las favelas, Inara no tenía una buena relación con sus padres abusivos y la obligó a traer a casa desde muy joven mientras se conformaban y lloraban la miseria que vivían.

Una noche, poco después de cumplir seis años, estalló una seria discusión en su casa y se enfrentó a los padres que la enfurecieron físicamente antes de echarla y echarla de la casa, por algún milagro alguien caminaba imprudentemente por las calles de barrios bajos a altas horas de la noche y por su presencia parecía ser alguien noble y poderoso.

Inara fue interrogada por la persona misteriosa sobre ese estado deplorable y patético, la niña cocodrilo con arrogancia y desprecio respondió con ironía e insultos y contrarrestó cuestionando por qué alguien de aparente nobleza lo hacía en un lugar sucio como los barrios bajos.

Sarcásticamente la persona se burló del sórdido y miserable destino de la joven, pero la única respuesta que obtuvo de la petulante niña cocodrilo es que no creía en algo tan estúpido como el destino y que era para débiles tontos.

La persona misteriosa se interesó en la chica cocodrilo descarada y la persona se revela como una criatura sobrenatural de otro mundo, presentándose bajo el nombre de Yua, un hermoso zorro con nueve colas que de repente fue traído a este mundo hace siglos y que se le ofreció a Inara. poder para poder cambiar esa miserable vida y vengarse de ese estúpido destino.

Al ver que no tenía nada que perder entre morir en ese sórdido lugar o seguir a esa extraña zorra, se convirtió en discípula, como prometió, la zorra enseñó todo lo que sabía mientras anhelaba insaciablemente aprender más sobre Twisted Wonderland hasta que un día sus caminos se separaron en Land of Pyroxene cuando Inara cumplió 14 años cuando Yua desapareció y la joven cocodrilo ya había logrado una vida independiente y bien estructurada con las instrucciones de su mentora logró abrir su negocio: una Cafetería de Motos y también un taller muy popular entre varios tipos de corredores de autos y un día fue aceptada en una prestigiosa escuela de magia para niñas hasta que de repente el Espejo de la Oscuridad la llevó a Night Raven College.

[Información profesional]

Dormitorio:

Savanaclaw

Año:

Segundo año

Clase:

Club:

Música pop

Mejor asignatura:

Invocaciones antiguas y maldiciones

[Magia única]

Madre salvaje: Inara se vuelve una con la naturaleza y las fuerzas naturales, su alma puede sentir mucha paz y alegría. Los animales son menos hostiles o incluso perderán su agresión por completo.

Ella puede sentir a las criaturas vivientes y sus emociones de todo el planeta. También tendrá cierta conexión empática con las plantas, sentirá cuándo es el momento de plantarlas, cuándo regarlas y saber qué necesitan exactamente. También puede hacer que las plantas crezcan, retrocedan, se regeneren o se curen cuando están dañadas o enfermas y lo mismo puede aplicarse a los animales.

Una vez completamente unificado con la naturaleza, Inara puede controlar la naturaleza y todos sus aspectos: elementos, medio ambiente, animales, etc. y usarlos de diferentes maneras, así como la naturaleza misma, puede manifestarse en la ayuda de Inara.

[Relaciones]

Familia:

Padre

Madre

Amigos:

Yandra

Chiba Harumi

Emily Hellscales

Mirella Hellscales

Deuce Spade

Ruggie Bucchi

Cater Diamond

Otros:

Yua (mentor mágico)

[Hechos graciosos]

Comida favorita:

Platos con bacalao

Comida menos favorita:

chicle

Talento:

Mantenimiento mecánico automotriz

Mano dominante:

Ambidextro

Trivialidades:

Su nombre significa "dama de las aguas", "madre de las aguas", "la belleza de las aguas" o "dominatrix" y Horologium "vigilar";

Inara adoptó Horologium como su apellido como una forma de recordar una de las enseñanzas de su mentora: “El tiempo es algo que nos fortalece, ya que es una prueba de nuestra evolución en este lugar que llamamos mundo durante este viaje que llamamos vida. ”;

Inara es una especie de cocodrilo marino;

Debido a un accidente causado por un error mientras estaba aprendiendo magia, un reloj se fundió en su cuerpo;

Hay un hecho curioso resultante de este accidente: cada vez que la punta de su cola se mueve cuando está irritada o impaciente, termina produciendo el tono de tic-tac de un reloj;

Tiene una moto personalizada y creada por ella misma para la altura por encima de su media y también con un sistema especial para ayudar al equilibrio.

Inara tiene una gargantilla y lleva un amuleto que la ayuda a esconder su larga cola cuando necesita una "apariencia más humana";

Inara recibió un nodachi (una versión más larga de una katana) de su maestro, quien le enseñó el arte de manejar esa espada;

A pesar de su hábito de odiar recibir órdenes, solo obedece las órdenes de su mentor como una forma de mostrar su respeto por Yua.

#Inara Horologium #twisted wonderland #oc

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aquariusrunes · 4 years

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The Superfriends AU (part 9)

The flashes were blinding and the large lights heated the room like a sauna. His palms were moist with sweat as he reached up and pulled at his collar. Colin had not been this nervous this morning. And Damian of course, said he had nothing to be nervous about when he had started to feel anxious. But he did. He’d obviously been too tired to properly panic when Violet dropped off the outfit he was currently wearing, this morning.

It had started when he unzipped the black garment bag. The intricate details embroidered on the expensive fabric immediately caught his eye and sent up the most alarming red flags. He’d never worn anything so expensive. Not even the suits Mr. Wayne had gotten tailored to his form for the handful of galas Damian had taken him to, cost as much as his current outfit.

The next anxiety laced arrow to hit him was when Damian had pointed out that Colin and Edna had yet to hold a real conversation. Their interactions with one another had completely ceased after his boyfriend’s introductions were finished.

And then there was Edna’s ability to influence Damian. She was one of the few members of his family he let himself be pushed around by. He willingly did her bidding as well as valued her opinion. And Colin had thought making sure Marinette had a good opinion of him was important, only to find out that Edna’s had more weight.

Now he stood sandwiched between the small woman who essentially invented fashion and one of the richest men in the world. Bruce had pated Colin on the shoulder when he first walked up to the two, a silent reassurance to the obviously panicked boy. The intimidating man now stood straight, shoulders squared with his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes were not on his son, who was currently up on a platform surrounded by fake trees, instead his dark eyes had a strange shadow cast over them, reminding Colin of the man’s alter ego. He was carefully surveying the room, analyzing everyone who fell under his intense gaze.

On Colin’s right stood his boyfriend’s great aunt, her stance near identical to her nephew's. Her eyes were trained on Damian, unlike the boy’s father whose gaze was roaming the room. However, her glare was no less intimidating or fear inducing. Though, Colin couldn’t exactly blame the woman for her current enraged expression.

His eyes went back to his boyfriend, Damian was dressed in a top that resembled a toga, the one strap tank consisting of billowy semi-sheer fabric, tucked into slim dark grey pants, that Edna had whispered to him were a cigarette style. He also wore a well fitted silver blazer, the material of which was lighter than the pants. His face covered in metallic silver and soft brown makeup, he was too far to really see the details the makeup artist had done, but he could see an intricately drawn crescent moon done in silver eyeliner on Damian’s right cheek, as well as the matte midnight blue lipstick.

His hair had been wetted and dried a number of times before it was curled to Edna’s satisfaction. Now every time there was a pause in the camera’s flashes, a tall blonde woman would step up onto the platform and use a spray bottle to dampen Damian’s hair and then restyle it. Every time she tried to touch him though, he would aggressively react both physically and verbally. Colin had picked up on a few older female oriented insults, his boyfriend had a knack for talking like he just time traveled from Victorian London. The darker skinned boy eventually resorted to batting the bottle out of the woman’s grip as well as slapping her hands away.

Beyond the problems he was having with the stylist, Damian was also getting difficult with the photographer. Not necessarily on purpose, but Edna was still less than pleased.

Damian was a very handsome boy, not exactly what one would consider classically handsome, but his features were undeniably attractive. His naturally neutral expression was extremely attractive, and gave off an air of aloofness and mystery that most girls their age found irresistible. But very few people were aware of just how stunning the boy’s smile could be. Not the fake polite one he showed interviewers or those he couldn't be bothered with but had to interact with often enough to the point that forced him to be courteous. His real smile was absolutely breathtaking.

The photographer had been trying to get that breathtaking expression for about ten minutes. Colin could see how the man was grating on his boyfriend's nerves. Edna and the photographer were becoming increasingly frustrated as well, which was totally understandable in the redhead's mind. But he was sure that if either of them snapped at Damian the boy would storm out in a frustrated huff.

Poor Angel, he really was trying. He just had difficulty relaxing to the point where his natural smile could be displayed. He carried far too much tension around for sixteen year old, even with all his extracurriculars.

Colin watched the blonde woman fight against Damian once again, his bangs had fallen into his eyes and she needed to correct them. His boyfriend’s palm raised, slapping the purple spray bottle out of her hand, it bounced off the platform and rolled towards Colin, Edna, and Mr. Wayne.

It caused Bruce to let a low chuckle break from his lips, which took Colin far too much by surprise. He’d actually forgotten that his boyfriend’s father had been standing there. The wealthy man looked down at his Aunt’s unamused expression. “I did warn you about working with him.”

“Yes.” She grumbled. “Forgive me for having faith that a sixteen year old could stand not to act like a child for thirty minutes or so.” Her arms crossed tightly over her body. “Honestly, why are your boys always so difficult?”

“They aren’t difficult,” Bruce defended. “Just...different.”

Edna rolled her eyes at the man.

“Different, sure.” She huffed. “Luckily, I planned for Damian’s ‘differentness’ and have a solution at the ready.”

Bruce cocked his eyebrow, giving his aunt a questioning look. She smiled up at him before her gaze lowered to Colin, the boy’s face coated in just as much confusion as Bruce’s. “Colin dahling.” The woman walked forwards several steps, leaning down and picking up the purple bottle. “Come here please.” She motioned at him with a curl of her fingers and he was quick to follow her, doing as told like a little soldier.

“Yes ms-” He stopped himself. “Edna.” He finally said.

She smiled, patting his hand. “Colin could you be a dear and go help Damian with his hair?” The ginger tilted his head, looking back at the blonde woman as she stomped off the platform. Another series of flashes fired, as Damian positioned himself in whatever way the photographer told him to.

“His hair?” Colin asked. “I think it looks fine.” Truthfully he did. He wished Damian would wear it curly more often, but knew how unprofessional his boyfriend felt when he did.

“Could you just go push his bangs back and use the spray bottle to help his hair curl a little more. Please dahling, it would be a big help.” Edna held the bottle out to Colin.

“Um…” Colin looked back at Damian as another flash went off. “I guess?” He questioned. “Right now?”

His hands slowly took the purple bottle. “No no, in just a moment, when I walk over to look at the shots we have so far.”

“Yes ma’am.” Colin turned from the woman, facing Damian’s platform. His perplexed look melting away and being replaced with a smile as he saw Damian push his own bangs back, only for them to fall back into his eyes without the assistance of his ever precious hair gel.

He only had to wait a moment before Edna patted him on the shoulder before swaggering over to the photographer. Colin was quick to hop up onto the platform and over to his boyfriend, who looked less than pleased. His face was set in a scowl and his arms were tightly crossed. The closer Colin got though the more of the makeup he could make out. Damian’s eyes were traced in metallic off white eyeliner, the shade only varying slightly from the moon drawn on his cheek, and a range of soft browns were used for his eyeshadow. The color pellet suited him extremely well.

“You know,” He began, getting Damian’s attention. “You’re making this way more difficult than it has to be.”

Damian didn’t respond, he just rolled his eyes, directing his gaze elsewhere.

“It’d all go a lot quicker if you cooperated. It’d also be less painful too.” Once Colin was properly in front of his boyfriend he took note of the glitter highlighting his cheekbones, as well as a chain earrings that had been hooked onto his right ear, and a thick silver choker that resembled something out of the greek myths themselves around Damian’s neck.

Damian gave Colin a rather dry unamused look. “If that woman would stop touching me, everyone would be in less pain.”

“Dames,” Colin breathed. “She’s a stylist, it’s literally her job to touch you.” He rested his free hand on his hip. “She is getting paid to come up here and make sure that you continually look perfect throughout this shoot.”

The boy only huffed turning his head away once again.

“Your aunt is getting a little frustrated with you as well.” Colin’s gaze drifted across the room towards the woman. She was sitting in front of a computer with the tall balding photographer, neither seemed happy with the shots they had so far. Edna’s eyes slowly traveled up, locking onto Colin’s. It nearly gave him a heart attack.

He turned his attention back to his boyfriend. “I’m gonna spray you with this,” He held up the bottle. “And mess with your hair.” Damian’s eyebrow quirked up. “If you slap my hand, I will punch you in the face.”

Damian’s shoulders visibly tensed when the mist fell over him, but he relaxed once Colin moved to brush his bangs back. While a little less tense, the boy still stood incredibly still, almost like a statue. Colin’s hands moved quickly, doing his best to mimic how the first hair stylist had shaped Damian’s hair before the shoot had started. It didn’t look perfect but it looked better than it did when his bangs were hanging in his face. In fact, once Colin was done it started looking more messy, resembling the boy’s rare bedhead after a sleepless night. But it looked good, at least in Colin’s opinion.

He couldn’t stop his laugh.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He snickered, running his fingers through Damian’s curls, repositioning them. “You should really consider wearing it curly more often.” He whispered.

“Absolutely not.” Damian was quick to refuse, but couldn’t stop the corner of his lips from quirking up. “Why are you up here anyway?” He asked.

Colin smirked as he continued his work. “Board of me already babe?”

Damian rolled his eyes, gaze dropped to the ground as he willed his blush to fade. He wasn’t great with nicknames, not when Colin used them. Shortenings of his name was fine, but it always got to him when more traditional pet names were used by his boyfriend. “No.” He muttered. “Just curious, after all Edna was rather clear about you and Jon not interfering while I work.”

“Your aunt asked me to come fix your hair.” Colin shrugged. “Probably because she knew you wouldn’t be near as cranky with me.”

“I am not being cranky.” The boy bit back, earning an unamused look from his freckled boyfriend.

“Dames.”

“I don’t like people touching me Colin, she knew this when she asked me to be her model.” Colin rolled his eyes, hands moving out of his boyfriend’s hair.

“Yeah, but you're also very mature for your age and should be able to suck it up for thirty minutes or so.” Colin crossed his arms. “Seriously Dames, this isn’t like a crowd of Wayne Ward Fangirls trying to grope you on the street. That woman is trying to do her job and by you being cranky, it’s making everything run very inefficient.”

“Are you implying I’m a bad model?”

“Course not.” The redhead sighed. “I’m implying that you’re acting like a child and it’s not cute.” He gave a small smile. “But other than your attitude, you’re doing a very good job.” Colin leaned forward and peck Damian’s cheek, the one not coated in eyeliner. “Just smile a little more.”

Colin turned, hopping off the platform, and turning back to watch once he was far enough to not be in the shot. He flashed the mixed race boy a blinding smile once he was out of the way and gave him a thumbs up. Damian returned the gesture with a soft smile, not noticing the flashes of the camera as he watched his boyfriend who, after a few minutes, started to make utterly ridiculous faces.

Edna and Bruce watched from their previous spot. Positions the same, backs straight, shoulders square, hands clasped behind them. Edna’s face cracked into a self satisfied smirk. Bruce’s eyes watching the scene before him critically.

“So that’s why Colin’s here.” He finally said.

“Fail safes are important dahling.”

“What would you have done if Damian hadn’t brought him along?”

“Please,” Edna looked up at her nephew. “Who do you think gave him the idea to invite the boy?”

…

Marinette watched her cousin and his boyfriend retreat down the hallway, Colin’s arms wound around one of Damian’s. The boy had mentioned in the elevator that he needed to go feed Titus and would be down in the cafeteria once he was finished. Colin quickly volunteered to go with him. Marinette assumed it was because of how moody Damian had gotten towards the end of the photoshoot. She could practically see the negative energy radiating off the boy. Jon and Chloé, who had also been in the elevator went straight to the Mode cafeteria. Marinette and Adrien had gotten off on the floor with all of their rooms like Colin and Damian. Marinette making the excuse that she needed to call her mom and Adrien saying he forgot something in his room.

Once she saw her cousin’s form round the corner of the hall she turned back around to look and see if Adrien had gone into his room yet or not. The door with a large number seven on it was firmly close, the blonde nowhere in sight. She turned back to her own door, took in a large breath to steal her nerves, then turned the knob and walked into the suite.

The room was large with a queen sized bed against a wall of floor to ceiling windows, the sheer black curtains were drawn currently. There was a fireplace in her room on the opposite wall, the one that her door was on. It was an electrical insert and so didn’t require a chimney. There was a flat screen tv above it and two red chairs in front of it. A silver rack was against the mainly empty wall, holding her mass of black garment bags. The west wall was mainly taken up by a large dresser vanity combo, which her accessory trunk was currently in front of.

Her room had been mostly left undisturbed since she first arrived, save for the bed, which she had messily made that morning. Mostly everything in the room was well organized, especially her garments and accessories to make things a little less stressful for her during the hectic week.

The large white comforter of her bed was wrinkled and had been pulled towards the center of the mattress, creating something that resembled a nest. In front of the mass of blankets, propped up on a couple of pillows was her tablet. Her nerves were on fire, but she still managed a smile when the head of her kawami popped up from behind the piece of technology. The small creature was quick to pause whatever video she had been watching, most likely a telenovela she had found on one of the streaming services Marinette’s family subscribed too. The girl had discovered relatively soon after becoming the wielder of the ladybug miraculous that the creature had a bit of an addiction to the television genre.

“Marinette!” Tikki beamed, flying up to her holder. “How is the photoshoot going?”

“Well…” Her smile tightened. “Well.” She reiterated. “I think it’s going well. Aunt E is unbelievably specific.” Marinette’s hands clutched the fabric of her sweatpants before releasing it, she repeated this process a few times. “She made some intern repaint a handful of leaves on a fake tree because it wasn't mossy enough. She also made a girl cry this morning, sooo we’ve been off to an interesting start.”

“Did you have to take your earrings off?” The tiny god asked, eyes large, searching her wielder’s face. She didn’t sound angry, necessarily, but Marinette knew she would be if she lied.

The bluenette bit down on her lower lip, gaze fluttering down to the floor. “Yes.” She said, voice laced with a heavy sigh. “But only for thirty minutes or so.”

“Marinette...” The kawami sighed.

“Edna was insistent I wear her earrings!” The girl quickly defended. “I tried Tikki, I really did but she was so-so...insistent.”

The small god stared at her obviously anxious choice. “That was very dangerous Marinette.” Her voice was still very gentle in nature.

“I know.” Marinette kept her eyes on her feet. “And I’m sorry, really sorry.”

Tikki was quiet for a long moment before letting out a large breath, flying a little closer to the girl. “You’ll have to have them off again for the rest of the shoot, won’t you?”

“Again, I am so sorry.”

“Marinette, having the earrings off is very dangerous.” Tikki reiterated. “Don’t you remember what happened last time?”

“Of course I do.” Marinette scrunched her hands into her sweatpants again. “But I did think up a plan!” She added quickly. “Since I have to take them off again, I’m going to hide them here in my room. That way you can watch over them and they aren’t floating around in a room full of strangers.”

Tikki floated back down onto the bed. “I suppose that would be the best option. Do you know where you’ll hi-” A very solid knock came from her door, just two taps, but Marinette already knew who would be behind it. She walked to the door, then turned about to tell Tikki she wouldn’t need to hide, but the god had already vanished.

She opened the door, revealing one Adrien Agreste, a sheepish smile on his face. “Is yours half as mad as mine?” He asked as Marinette stepped aside, letting him into the room before shutting the door behind him.

“I’d say more disappointed, but I haven’t told her everything yet.”

Adrien winced at her words. “I can come back later once you have.” He offered, to which Marinette gave him a look.

“Definitely not.”

“Damn.”

“What happened to pretending it didn’t happen?” Suddenly Tikki was floating in the middle of the room again. “Acting like you didn’t know?! Not discussing it directly!?” The Kawami huffed. “Marinette there are only so many loopholes we can go through before you blatantly just break the rules!”

“I’m sorry!” Marinette whined. “But I didn’t know what to do!” She took several steps forward. “Edna made me take off my earrings and I had to give them to someone! I couldn’t just set them down somewhere and risk them getting stolen or falling on the floor or something! And yes, Edna offered to hold them or suggested I let Uncle Bruce do it but, full disclosure I don’t know if I trust either of them with a miraculous. Like Uncle Bruce is very curious and I just couldn’t risk it!” Both Adrien and Tikki were becoming mildly concerned with how red the girl was getting, her speech increasing in speed with every shade her face deepened in color. “And Edna well I just don’t think I could ever in good conscience hand the earrings over to her! I mean yes she knows but she doesn’t understand. And in the moment, I mean you have to agree that under those circumstances Adrien was the best option since we weren’t taking photos together. But we’ll have to after lunch so I told him I had a plan and so I’m going to hide our mirac-”

“PIGTAILS!” Marinette physically jumped back, colliding with the dresser. A small black cat like creature floating before her. “Take a breath girl.” He said. “Seriously, you’re going to pass out.” The creature turned his head towards Tikki. “Does she do this a lot?”

“It’s not a common occurrence, but it isn’t necessarily uncommon.” The red god replied.

“Good grief.” The black creature mumbled. “Look Pigtails, we aren’t mad. Under the circumstances, you did the best you could. Sometimes unpredictable stuff like this happens. I’m honestly surprised the kid’s pops hasn’t made him take the ring off during a photoshoot yet.”

“Marinette,” Adrien finally spoke. “You remember Plagg, right?”

The girl’s eyes were still wide, her heart rate still slowing form the shock that had just pulsed through her body. “Y-yeah. I remember him.”

“The two of you being aware of one another’s identities and interacting with each others miraculouses as civilians, it complicates things and if the past is anything to go by, makes things exceedingly more difficult. It’s why we find it better to keep personal things a secret. But I’m sure the guardian's already talked you through all of this stuff.”

Marinette nodded her head, taking a step forward.

“But,” Plagg let a breath out. “This is where we are now. And what’s most important is that the miraculouses are safe while the two of you can’t wear them. So, where’s this genius hiding spot of yours?”

“I-I’ll get it.” She mumbled, quickly darting across the room to where her portable sewing kit was.

Adrien and Tikki both kept their eyes locked on Plagg.

“That was surprisingly very insightful Plagg.” Tikki said, flying up to her partner.

“I can be smart!” He retorted. “I understand the importance of our miraculouses! I don’t just think about Cheese.”

“You just mainly think about it.” Adrien responded, pulling the tin of camembert out of his pocket and setting it down on the dresser.

“Well yeah.”

“Okay.” The three’s attention was directed towards Marinette as she sat down on the end of her bed, setting her now open sewing kit in her lap. Held tightly in her hands was a handmade Chat Noir doll.

“What is that?” Plagg asked.

“This,” Marinette held it up. “Is what I’m going to hide the miraculouses in.” She smiled, grabbing the small scissors out of her portable kit she flipped the doll on it’s side, looking for the seam before moving to cut it open.

“I-” Adrien’s head tilted. “I’m so confus-is that the doll Manon stole when she got akumatized?”

Marinette looked up at him, the doll’s side already open. “Yeah.” She blinked before digger her fingers into the doll to pull out some of the stuffing. “I didn’t really know what to do with them afterwards. I couldn’t just throw them away, so I put them all in a trunk. I let her play with them whenever I babysit. Well, Ladybug and Chat Noir don’t live in the trunk. They’re usually either on my desk or the shelf above my bed.”

Plagg had flown over and was now hovering above Marinette’s shoulder, Tikki sitting on her other one. “You’re going to put them inside of it?” The small black creature asked.

“Yup.”

“I have never seen either of those dolls in your room.” Adrien said, sitting down on the arm of one of the red chairs.

“That’s because I hide them when you come over.” She glanced up at him. “Last thing I needed was a nosy kitty teasing me about my dolls.”

“I am not nosy.”

“Adrien whenever Chat Noir is in my room about seventy-five percent of what he does is rummaged through my things.” She shot him a pointed look.

“I’m curious.”

“Your nosy.” The girl set the doll down in her lap on top of her sewing kit, she then reached up and carefully pulled out her earrings. She let out a sigh, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders as she slipped the jewelry inside the doll.

She then looked up at Adrien expectantly.

He stared at her for a long moment with blank eyes, blinking rapidly before finally asking. “Why’d you bring the Chat doll with you?”

Marinette’s cheeks tinted pink as she looked back down at the doll, she put some of the stuffing back in, that way the two miraculouses would be seperated. “I have my reasons.” She whispered.

“Sometimes when she’s trying to think things out she’ll talk to it.” Tikki supplied from Marinette’s shoulder. “The whole identity thing has been on her mind a lot lately so she’s been talking to him quite a bit.”

Marinette’s face grew more red as Plagg laughed. “That’s hilarious!” The creature cackled. “This one just confesses his undying love to the poster he has on the backside of his closet door.”

“Okay!” Adrien stood quickly, slipping his ring off his finger and placing it in Marinette’s waiting palm. “Let’s just hurry up and go get lunch.” He turned away from her quickly, trying to hide his own blush behind his hand.

Marinette silently slipped it into the doll, then replaced the rest of the stuffing. She was quick to thread a needle with some black thread then set to work repairing the doll.

Both Kawami’s watched the girl closely. “This is actually a pretty sound idea pigtails.” Plagg muttered. “Unless of course someone obsessed with dolls get akumatized. But Hawkmoth should be out of range so, we should be fine.”

Marinette hummed in agreement as she finished her stitch. “Good as new.” She whispered, twisting to set the doll in the middle of the small nest Tikki had made.

“Should we be worried that there aren’t any heroes in Paris right now?” The god of creation asked, unknowingly inciting panic in her chosen.

“Oh my god.” Marinette’s eyes widened.

“I didn’t have a lot of time before I left,” Adrien turned. “But I was able to get a message to Master Fu with Plagg’s help. So he knows we’re both gone.” Adrien stuck his hands into his pockets.

“If there’s trouble, then he’ll probably just call on one of the random holders you’ve been using every now and again.” Plagg added. “But I doubt Hawkmoth will try anything, and if he did, he'd probably call the akuma back once you two didn’t show.”

“That’s true.” Tikki whispered. “Not much use terrorizing Paris when the objects your after aren’t even there. Still though, now that you two are aware of one another’s identities, I implore you to avoid being out of the city at the same time in the future. Just in case.”

“Well it’s not like I planned on leaving.” Adrien said. “I found out like barely an hour before I boarded the plane to come here.”

“Just a tip for the future.” Tikki added.

“Are we watching Yo soy Betty, la fea?” The three looked back at the nest where Plagg had obviously made himself comfortable. “I love that show!” He looked up at Tikki excitedly. “Where are we right now?” He asked.

The Kawami sighed. “He’s staying here then?” She asked, looking between the two humans.

“We figured you’d both want to stay close to your miraculouses.” Marinette explained.

“And we also thought that since you two hadn't seen one another in awhile, you’d want to hang out and catch up.” He smiled sheepishly. “Do you mind?”

Tikki let out a small huff and rolled her eyes at the excited kitten rolling around in her nest. “I suppose not.” She slowly flew down and situated herself next to him. “But no cheese in my nest.”

“Ahh! Tikki! That’s not fair!”

…

It was so strange. Chloé Bourgeois, one of the most difficult and least liked people on the planet, a self given title, had only made two friends throughout her entire life. The first was Adrien, the two had known one another practically since they were in the womb. Literally. Emilie was pregnant on her wedding day, not that anyone save for maybe four people alive knew that, and Chloé was conceived after the reception. They’d always been pushed together, the girl’s mother lobbying hard for a relationship to bloom between the two. But Adrien was her oldest and dearest friend.

Sabrina was her second friend. She’d met her when she was ten. Chloé had made a girl at the park cry. The way Sabrina stared at her, eyes wide, drinking in the scene and raw emotions of anger and sadness radiating off the other two was one of the creepiest things Chloé has ever seen. So of course, she had yelled at Sabrina, she didn’t like the way she was being ogled at. The next day Sabrina had transferred into Chloé’s class. The ginger latched onto her, becoming a constant companion. Until Chloé tried to be better, then Sabrina moved on to Lila.

Yet, in under twenty-four hours Jon Kent had proclaimed himself her new best friend. She’d opened up to him more than anyone else she’d ever known, even her therapist of three years didn’t know as much about Chloé as this random boy from Kansas now did. And everytime she said something bad about herself he would correct her. Everytime she said something bad about someone else, he forced her to list three things she liked about them. She’d never known anyone like him. The strange spell he had over her was so confusing. She honestly had no idea how they had gotten here in such a short period of time. But she didn’t hate it.

She sat across from him at one of the circular tables in the Mode cafeteria, now dressed in her sweats with her hair up in a clip. The metallic makeup still decorating her face. Her lipstick stained the rim of the white mug she sipped her coffee from as she watched the boy across from her animatedly rant.

“Seriously though!” Jon banged his fist against the table, making both of their trays of food shake. He had been ranting about flannel the whole time they’d been in line. At this point, Chloé didn’t think anything was going to get him to stop.

“Plenty of high end designers resent the material, it’s got a stench of the midwest and middle class reeking off of it.” She sat her cup down. “My mother finds it personally offensive. She’d probably disown me if she ever saw me in it.”

Jon stared at her for a long moment, eyes wide and blank before he finally spoke. “I’m going to buy you so much flanel, what’s your favourite colors?”

“Gold, yellow, baby blue, and duke blue.” She crossed her arms. “Please God, don’t buy me anything. Especially flanel.”

“I’m gonna get you a yellow and blue one.” Chloé let out a large groan as the Kansan beamed at her.

“Hey Chlo.” She looked up, making eye contact with one Adrien Agreste. His smile radiating that pure sunshine he was famous for. “Hi Jon.”

“Hey Adrien.” Jon smiled back, sticking a spoonful of chocolate pudding in his mouth.

“Mind if we join you?” Chloé’s eyes immediately flicked behind the blonde where Marinette Dupain-Cheng stood, partially hidden behind the tall model, tray in her hand.

“Course not!” Jon chimed after a thick swallow. “Got a big table because I figured all six of us would want to sit together.” Adrien walked around the table to sit between Chloé and Jon, while Marinette sat between the two on the other side.

Chloé quickly noted the lack of earrings on her person. It was strange seeing her without them, she honestly couldn’t remember the last time she saw the girl’s naked lobes. Her eyes then darted to Adrien’s hand, now resting on the table. No ring.

They must have stashed the jewelry away somewhere safe before coming down. She was more than a little relieved that an anxiety inducing scene like the one this morning would not be repeated. She swore her heart rate quickened every time she saw the two slip their miraculouses into one another’s hands. But the idea of two of the most powerful things on earth being left unguarded somewhere in the Mode building was somewhat unsettling as well. She’d just have to trust in the two’s intuition she supposed. Not much else she could do anyway.

“So, what were the two of you chatting about?” Adrien asked, breaking the silence that had fallen over the table as the four began to eat their meals.

“Oh.” Jon perked up. “I was just talking about how I was gonna buy Chloé a whole bunch of flannels.” He smiled at her cheekily. “Then we can wear them around and match so everyone knows we’re best friends.”

“Definitely not.” Chloé snapped quickly as Adrien began to laugh.

“I think I would honestly give you one of my kidneys if you got this girl into flannel.” The blonde continued to laugh as he began cutting into what looked like chicken.

“It’s not the worst material in the world.” Marinette said, voice somewhat quiet. “It’s just hard to work with when your designing for people willing to pay millions.”

“Exactly what I said!” Chloé shouted.

“You said it smelled like the midwest and middle class.” Jon corrected.

“Yeah,” Chloé crosses her arms. “It’s the smell that makes it difficult to sell to millionaires.”

“I don’t even want to think of what my father would do if he saw me in flannel.” Adrien added before taking a bite of his food.

“Geez, what is with y’all’s parents?” Jon asked. “My dad wouldn’t have the slightest problem with me wearing flannel.”

“Does your dad regularly wear flannel though Jon?” Chloé asked.

“Well yeah,” the boy stirred his spoon around what remained in his small bowl of pudding. “But my mom kind of hates the fabric. But she doesn’t get mad at me when I wear it!”

“Ah, but you see young one,” Marinette interjected. “Your parents care about you.”

“My father cares!”

“That you look good.” Chloé snorted. “Seriously Adri, it’s okay that your dad doesn’t love you. In fact, I think I’ve been doing much better since I accepted the fact that my mother can’t stand me.” The table went silent, Chloé preoccupied with her coffee didn’t noticed until she had set her cup back down. “What?” She asked, looking around at the concerned faces surrounding her.

“Chlo…” Adrien reached out for her hand.

“She cares Chloé.” Marinette whispered. “On some level, all parents care about their kids.”

“She’s right.” Jon added. “She may not show it but your mother loves you Chloé.”

The blonde rolled her eyes, pulling her hand away from Adrien’s. “It’s really not that big of a deal anymore. I’ve accepted it and I’ve moved on.” She turned her face away from the group.

“Chloé-” Marinette was interrupted by a tray being slammed down on the table. They all looked up to see Damian who was pulling a chair up and sitting down between Marinette and Jon.

“I hate this.” He said, monotone voice laced with rage.

Colin quietly pulled up a seat, opting to sit between Adrien and Chloé. “Blood pressure dear.” The redhead mentioned, picking up a white mug that fizzed like a soft drink and taking a long sip from it.

“Hate what?” Marinette asked.

“This.” Damian’s eyes squinted, hands extending. “Did Enda tell you what she did?” He asked.

Marinette turned forward, fork poking at the pasta on her tray. “I think we’ve already established that Aunt E shared very little of what was happening during this trip with me.”

“Alexander Galbaki has these fraternal twins in his family.” Damian began to explain, fist clenched around his fork. “I forget their names, it’s like russian or german though. But their our age, a girl and a boy who are never seen not with one another.”

“I’m betting on a twincest situation.” Colin piped up, setting his cup down.

“Does that happen in real life?” Jon asked. “I thought it was just a fanfiction thing?”

Colin shook his head. “We looked up their instagram while Titus ate, they are like all over each other, it’s seriously nauseating.”

“What do these creeps have to do with Edna?” Chloé asked, leaning forward and resting her chin on her fist.

“Edna decided to have Marinette and I be her models for this after she found out that Galbaki is releasing a collection the same night as her runway!” Damian threw his hands out in front of him, his face clearly expressing that they should all be understanding his frustration.

“And the twins are headlining it?” Adrien finally asked.

“YES!” he screamed.

“Oh.” Marinette nodded. “She wants us to compete with them.” She nodded a little faster. “That makes sense.” She twirled some pasta on to her fork. “Why is this pissing you off?”

“She could have told us!” he stabbed his fork into his salad. “Seriously! If I had known I had a target on this trip I would have researched in advance.” He grumbled as he shoved his fork into his mouth.

“Vanya and Demitri.” Colin sounded, Damian’s phone in his hand. “See it’s gross,” He showed the phone to Chloé, the screen displaying two very pale teenagers with platinum blonde hair. The girl was in a very skimpy white bikini her long hair straightened and reaching her butt, black headband holding back her bangs and a pair of high end sunglasses covering her eyes. She was seated on the lap of another very pale teenager in a pair of black swim trunks. His almost white hair swept back, sunglasses covering his eyes as well. One of his hands was weaved around the girl’s waist, the other resting on her thigh.

“Okay ew.” Chloé mumbled as Colin shifted to show Adrien the picture.

“I mean,” The blonde scratched at his head. “Yeah, that doesn’t look great but it’s just one picture-”

“They are all over each other in pretty much every post.” Colin interjected. “It’s gross.”

“So stop looking at it.” Marinette stated matter-of-factly. “No one is making you insta stalk them.”

“We need to do research!” Damian growled. “I need to be ready to take them down at a moments notice.”

“Dames is just pissy because Demitri is taller than him.” Colin said with a roll of his eyes.

“He is a freakishly tall human being!”

Colin leaned over to Chloé. “He used to be like way short when he was little, even though he’s shot up like a weed he’s still got short man syndrome.” He whispered, the girl quickly covered her mouth to stifle her giggle.

“Speaking of insta stalking.” Chloé said through her breathy laugh. “Have we gotten any more updates on the drama back home?” She asked, question pointed towards Adrien. “Last I heard Lila was telling everyone she was Damian’s secret girlfriend?”

“Has she upgraded form unrequited love to secret girlfriend?” Marinette asked, eyebrow cocked as she leaned forward on her elbow.

“Something like that.” Adrien breathed tiredly. “According to Nino the girls have been asking none stop questions and the story just keep growing.”

“Growing how?” Colin asked, eyes narrowing.

“Well, for one she’s been referring to him exclusively as Dami-Bear.”

“Wow.” Damian stabbed at his salad again. “I hate that.” he shoved it into his mouth.

“And she also told a very long and dramatized story about the two of you in Grease last summer.” Adrien glanced to Colin and then Damian before his eyes landed on his tray of food. “Nino didn’t repeat verbatim, but it apparently wasn’t really family friendly.”

“Oh I’m gonna break her nose.” Chloé jumped when Colin’s fork snapped in half.

“Blood pressure darling.” Damian quipped, receiving only the dirtiest of looks from his boyfriend.

“It could be worse.” Jon held up his hand, like he was trying to calm Colin from across the table. “She could be posting this stuff online or something, at least it’s contained to their class, right?”

“I don't know.” Marinette hummed. “She’s got a lot of followers in school, not just our class.” She looked down at her food, brows knitted together. “Dames, you have international coverage, right?”

“That might just be the dumbest question you’ve ever asked me.”

The bluenette rolled her eyes. “Can I texted some friends from your phone?” She asked dryly. Damian only shrugged, gesturing across the table to Colin who still had the smartphone. The boy was quick to pass it over.

UNKNOWN: You arent gonna believe this

New Contact: ???

New Contact: who?

UNKNOWN: Its Marinette.

UNKNOWN: dont freak out

UNKNOWN: but Im textng from Damian Wayne’s Phone

Marinette held out the phone, leaning close to Damian and smiled wide. The boy looked up at his phone, camera app open and focusing on him and his cousin. His face remained expressionless but he held up a simple peace sign as she snapped the photo. Marinette then quickly sent it off to the number she was texting.

UNKNOWN: proof

New Contact: GIRL?!?!?!

New Contact: WTF!?!!?

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Photoshoot Part 2! I don’t know why I thought I could fit this all into one part. Like seriously, what was I thinking? I also miss calculated how long these three sections would be, the next Incredibles Cameo will be in the next part for sure. Writing has been kind of hard this week but my mind has been racing with ideas. So buckle up y’all cause there are now some big plot twists that have wormed their way into my mind and have been embedded in this fic. I’ll be curious to see if anyone can see them coming ;) Thank you all so much for the comments! They always make me smile and get me motivated to write more! As always if you have any questions about the story or AU feel free to ask, I love getting them and will happily answer any question you got! And if you want to be tagged let me know!

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