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tentamissilebrat · 2 years

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I love you, I just don't trust you

.....Sooooooo @house-of-laminations, uh, you mentioned I should send you a link when I have some writing up but I haven't finished any of the stories I have for Obey Me. I will post them, though, to this account when I finally, uh, get the courage to finish them, I guess. Probably to an Ao3 too. But just in case you wanted a sample of some of my writing? I went kind of ham on this so, uh…

Content: Poly!MC with the brothers, Solomon, and Lord Diavolo (Although I guess you can read everything outside of Lord Diavolo as platonic, but generally I write and think of this MC as poly), MC is nonbinary, MC has been given an honesty potion and trust issues are revealed with Diavolo.

Warnings: Reader/MC under the influence, mentions of previous and somewhat current drug use, panic attacks, despair, and lots of ANGST. If you like fluff, there's a ton of it with the brothers in the beginning but once it gets to Diavolo, it's all downhill. There’s a little peak of spice but I promise it’s half a teaspoon of it.

Sidenote: I uh, due to personal reasons, I have a hard time saying the boys names out loud, so I either used their in-game nicknames or made up some of my own. So like Levi, Beel, Belphie, and Asmo all have their usual nicknames but Mammon is now almost always "Mamo" (Not sure if that's his canon nickname or not anymore) and Satan is "Sati" (Saw-tee) and Lucifer is "Luce" (Lu-say). The reason the MC (technically my MC) of this fic uses them is because they have a "rule" (it's not a real rule but the brothers act like it) where MC only gives nicknames to those they have a pact with. It's not true! But it's funny to go along with it, so my MC does. Hope that clears anything up!

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You have learned quite a few things tonight. For one, you know how honesty potions taste like and, honestly, they taste like getting high. You feel like you're swimming in fog, your attention slipping and sliding off of everything as you sink below misty gray only to resurface back up again a second later. The boys hover you as you bob along in the floating sea, hands shaking you gently and fingers running through your short curls. Someone (maybe Sati?) holds your face between his hands and starts asking you the mundane questions: "Do you know who you are?", "How are you feeling?", "How many fingers am I holding up?", "Do you want us to kill Paimon for you? We'd really like to."

You state your name but giggle as you tell them you're the human exchange student, because it seems so funny to tell them who you are. You giggle some more and say, "I feel great! Never better! I must have taken sooooo much though! I can't tell what this is! Is it weed? Or Morphine? Is this what mushrooms feels like?"

You squint when he holds up some fingers but you laugh and say, "Two! For peace!"

But at the last question, you frown and shake your head, "No, no killing please." You're not even sure why they'd kill him, he's just that nice demon boy who gave you the pretty green and pink drink that made you feel this nice! They must not like him and you repeat again that they can't kill him.

Everyone settles around you for a while after that. They ask you who your favorite brother is (they all become annoyed when you answer you don't have one, but are somewhat mollified when you add that you love them all), Mamo asks you if he's secretly your favorite (you repeat you don't have favorites, but tell me he is special because he's your first. Luce has to put an end to the favorite questions after that train wreck of a six way argument, giving you a side eye when you sloppily encourage the chaos), and finally, all the boys start picking strange, silly questions to ask you. Your favorite human, Devildom, and Celestial foods? Your favorite color and nail polish design? Your favorite place to go in the human world and the Devildom? And so much more, under that strange, little vein. You laugh and laugh because they could have just asked you before all of this. Truthfully, you do feel a little more....open to answering some of them and the giddiness is only made better when they accept your answers, when they tease you but ultimately accept those quirky things about you. You can tell the distance you put in between yourself and every single person you talk to melts away, the fear of rejection or humiliation eases in you, and you feel amazing,

You feel like you're bouncing on clouds and it makes you babble, carelessly spilling out anything and everything that pops into your head; some of it shooting out like fireworks, loud bursts that ring out in the middle of the common room. Mamo and Asmo laugh and goad you into some sillier questions but they get curbed by the all seeing eye of their older brother, who gives off quite the mean glare from over your shoulder. You answer Levi's every question about animes you like, manga you read, and manhwa you have on your list. None of the brothers seem to understand why he asks you such normal questions, but you understand. Levi wants to know your real thoughts on it all and to see if he's been caught in some of the lies you tell other people. You feel even more giggly when he realizes you've always been truthful to him, you've always been good to him. Sati and Belphie try to get you to say something bad about Luce, but after your sticky sweet gushing about how much you love him and the Anti-Luce league for five solid minutes, all three boys beg you to stop, blushing hotly and wildly as the others all laugh. Beel asks you normal things, things he would if you were sober, and you kiss his cheek in a fit of love, which means you're kissing a whole bunch of dumb, demon boy cheeks after that.

Purgatory Hall gets a few texts on the situation and while Asmo is left in charge of your phone, he does ask you a few of the questions from the four of them (Raphael is there too and, shockingly, is worried about you. Asmo down right cackles as he sends your surprise at his concern and Raphael straight up tries to call your phone). Luke and Simeon are just worried---along with Raphael---but Solomon gets in a cheeky "Am I your favorite human?" which is answered with a video Asmo took of you saying "I suppose someone ought to be and I guess it should be you".

You were leaning heavily on Beel as you said it and even he can't stop his own laughter as the room erupts with it. Despite that, Solomon apparently saved the video and considers it a victory.

It's a little after this that Barbados and Lord Diavolo come over, whom you greet with a few over eager waves of hello. They are their usual polite smiles and mundane questions themselves, but by that time in the night (day? afternoon?) that they've come over to check on you, your high is starting to reach a particular phase for you: the time distortion. Five minutes fly by in what feels like several seconds and three minutes feels like fifteen in another instant. Sometimes you take big, shaky breaths until someone always reaches for your hand to grab it, to pull you back to reality. Soon, big shaky breaths turn into someone having to walk you through calming your breathing every minute or so. You smile and tell them you’re fine, but your heart beats wildly in the drop of a second and you babble because your anxiety has entered the high.

You register that everyone needs to go or something for a few minutes (you keep asking and they try and tell you, soft and slow, that they need to find a way to stop the honesty potion, but you keep slipping and they can see it in your eyes, when they lose you to the foggy waves) and all you register is everyone's concern. Everyone decides you can't be left alone and you agree, but being that honest doesn't pull a giggle out of you. You feel uncomfortable now, the fog running through your mind is less like a fun romp and much more frightening and malevolent now; dark shapes lurking between the gray waves. The questions become simpler, more humdrum again. It robs you of all the giggles but you're afraid to tip over now, because you don't know how long you'll dive down into the waves before you can resurface.

You blink and look around and see only Lord Diavolo there, sitting next to you on the couch, holding your hand and smiling at you. It looks a little sad so you bring your free hand up to cup his face. It's a little clumsier than normal so it looks like you're pawing at him, something that brings a little more light to his smile as he presses his face into that hand, holding his hand over yours. You purr and marvel at the heat.

"I love that," you breathe and lean in, hoping you can catch the scent of cinnamon and smoke.

His eyes burn when he looks at you, "What do you love?"

"Your warmth and your heat," you say simply but you feel your mouth running away from you as you continue, "the smell of you, the way you spin me around when you hug me, the way you encourage me to challenge you at every game, they way you never let me win so when I do win it feels like a real victory, when you hold me in the dark of your room and tell me---"

His mouth is searing hot and your tongue slips in to feel his teeth, running the tip along the edges of his not-so-hidden fangs. He gets you to stop the same way he always does, by breaking the kiss off only to start kissing you anew. He worries about your lips and tongue on his teeth, worries he'll cut you, and you wish you could tell him right now that you hope so. Honestly, all the boys are like this and it frustrates you; why do they even have claws, teeth, and tails if they won't use them on you? You wanted them to treat you better when you all first met and now, years into loving them, you wish they would be a little more rough with you again.

When Lord Diavolo pulls away once more (and you chase after one last peck before settling heavily into the couch) you give a slurred reply of "I rreeeeaaaaalllly loooooove those kisses~!"

He laughs but it trickles into something painful and he squeezes your hand, "Forgive me, I...I definitely shouldn't have done that while you're like this."

"I don't mind kissing when I'm like this," you say, because your heart is hammering all of a sudden because you messed up, didn't you? Now he feels bad because you never had this talk with him. You've talked to the boys about this and even Solomon, but you never said to Lord Diavolo that he can do this. You like kissing when you're drunk or high, but only with the people you're dating. You don't regret kissing when you…feel comfortable with the person.

"I like it actually," you whisper, embarrassed but suddenly worried, frantic, and the fog lifts a little as the panic spreads, "I do, I promise, please don't---"

Lord Diavolo rubs the back of your hand, shushing you gently. He leans over to kiss the middle of your forehead. You close your eyes and breathe in; you don't smell the cinnamon, but there's something like incense in his smell along with the smoke. You breathe in again and it’s familiar enough to help you dip back down, the fog surrounding you once again.

“It's okay, you're okay," he coos, taking your other hand and giving both of your hands another squeeze, "Just let me know when I make you uncomfortable."

And you know what you want to say, Of course! You never need to worry about that! And you know you would have said that if you were sober because you have, you have said something to that exact concern during one of these talks. You would have said that because you mean what you say, mostly, and you don't really feel guilty (mostly) when you tell him something like that because you're not lying---mostly.

But your mouth moves beyond you and you, instead, say, "I can't always do that."

His face falls and so does your stomach. You pull away to slap your hands over your mouth and the fog is gone, gone, gone but the sluggishness is still trapped in your bones so when you try to get up, you just fall back down. You almost try again but Lord Diavolo's hands are on your arms and you feel the panic surging.

He calls your name but you shake your head and you can hear the strain of your harsh breathing through your nose. He calls your name again, more commanding, and you look at him and he doesn't look like the Lord Diavolo you know. He doesn't even look like the man you nicknamed "Dia" at the amusement park. No, he looks just as frantic, just as hurt, as you are. More of the fog is cut down but you can feel it now, the compulsion to say more, to keep going and going and going---

"You lie," you say and you can't move your hands, you can't bite your lips, you can't stop this, "You lie or you don't tell me things and then it's hard for me to know that you care, that you want me."

Your breathing is scraping at your throat and you feel heat behind your eyes. His expression is cracking, bursting at the seams, and it's the saddest you've ever seen him. You can't stop and he can't stop you.

"You replaced me," and your voice breaks as tears start running down your cheeks. He flinches and you give another cry as you say, "You knew I would die if I saw Belphie so the me from this timeline was replaced. I wonder, so often, if you'll have me replaced by another version of me."

He squeezes your arms tight, "I would never replace you."

"But you did," you sob and then you sob harder when he stays silent, when he says nothing. His expression and the truth of his silence hangs between the both of you. Still, the compulsion isn't satisfied.

"Y-you didn't t-t-tell me...about--" Your voice is trying to push through as you cry, the feeling of tears running tracks all the way down to your chin and your neck, and you struggle to breathe, struggle to find anything past this ripping, tearing feeling in your chest, "About my powers! You-you d-d-d-didn't tell me all p-p-pain I was causing! And-and then Luce almost---" And then there's more sobbing, more hard and loud cries as you remember holding the Night Daggar above the two of you. Luce, with an expression of pure love and acceptance, but his eyes lacked the history between you two. He barely knew you but still loved you and was willing to die. And for what? So that the pacts he and his brother's made with you could be ripped to shreds? Those very same pacts you almost died for? The pacts that one version of you did die for.

You know what a bad trip is and you know what it's like to have a panic attack while in the middle of a high; this is a thousand times worse. You gasp and choke and cry, Lord Diavolo still trying to hold you but he looks even more miserable, eyes wide and with despair even more inconsolable than the wailing mess that you've become. You want to run, you want to escape but you can't stop---you just can't stop---

"W-w-when you t-...told me...t-told me you loved me," and you wish someone would stop this, would come in and stop this, "I...I wanted to believe you, I want to believe you."

His hands reach up to cup yours and he brings you closer, "I love you. Please, please, believe me when I tell you I love you. I love and I---I had to. I'm sorry but I couldn't---I didn't know how to tell you and I didn't want you and Lucifer to worry and I---"

You want to soak in these words because he's giving you an out. Blame me, he's telling you, blame it all on me. I did this, let me take responsibility. I won't ever do this again. But the compulsion cuts through and your words reveal your deepest thoughts.

"You didn't trust what I would do…” He freezes, his hands shake as they let go of your face, taking your forearms again, and you look at him. You take in the fear in his golden eyes, the trembling of his mouth, the pale of his complexion washing him out, and you feel the last of the fog leave you for one, heart stopping second. You know. You see it now and you can hear the rush of feet coming towards you, but you focus on the truth written plain on his face.

“You don’t trust me…do you?" your voice comes out in a whisper, in a breathless and detached calm. He let's go of you and pulls back like you hit him. You watch his features contort from the pain of your words but you can feel your own pain sinking in when he doesn't deny it. He doesn't even fight it. He looks at you, as though on the verge of his own tears, and tries to hold you again with those shaky hands, but the full realization that after everything you've done, everything you have put into this program and the work you’ve exhausted yourself over in trying to meet his ridiculous expectations. All of that, all of that suffering, and he doesn't even trust you.

Your wailing alerts everyone and when the boys and Barbados finally appear, that's how they find the two of you. You are screaming and clutching at your chest, wailing and crying because the compulsion makes you honest and, honestly, the level of pain you're in feels like you’re dying. Lord Diavolo is trying to hold you, trying to stop your fingers from clawing at your skin, but you scream and cry harder, and he looks like a man on the brink of devastation. Mamo and Sati pull you away, hold you as you grip their clothes, balling and gasping as the fog comes over but only makes you feel like you're falling into nothingness. Asmo and Levi are running around for things to get you while Beel holds Belphie back, who seethes and rages and looks ready to jump Lord Diavolo. Luce tries to calm his dearest friend down while trying to keep Belphie's attention and anger on himself instead, all while your crying causes him visible pain. Barbados attends to his lord and Lord Diavolo says nothing, to any of this, just sinks his face into his hands as you continue to cry and cry and cry.

#shall we date #shall we date: obey me #obey me #obey me swd #Obey Me MC #God this is just a mess but like yeah this is how I write #Oh man this is very over dramatic but like #If you've even been high #Sidenote kids don't do drugs until you're of age and then be very careful drugs are a lot okay like #Any time I've been high my emotions run rampant so I was like #Gosh wouldn't it be fun to be high and reveal how much you don't rust the person you love?#Lord Diavolo just being like #'I'm so secure in all my relationships now! :D'#This fic happens #'Nevermind! My life is awful and I hate it here :DDDDDD'#Wait till you guys read other fics I have in store #Flesh blobs and spitting up whole and alive frogs #It's either emotional stew or body horror with me #and Then it's always got a weird level of monster fuckery

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scvrllet · 3 years

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If you're still doing these, could I get a 🎫 concert ticket for Harry Potter and Once Upon A Time?

Glad to have found your blog!!!

I'm Lucifer, but people call me Luci or Luce, I'm 21 (22 in September), I identifiy somewhere around the nonbinary category, but I see gender as something trivial. I'm a panromantic demisexual and prefer they/her pronouns. 6'3 tall, long wavy blonde hair, black eyes. I wear glasses and usually skirts with old band t-shirts (that I actually listen to).

I always have a bunch or rings around my fingers as well as multiple ear piercings. I'm super pale, to the point that people often ask me if I'm sick.

I'm introverted, but I can be a social butterfly if required. I love listening as much as talking. I never really talk about emotions/feelings but anything else I'mhappy to chat about. I don't really react to things apart from my facial expressions. The lift of an brow, a smirk or an eye-roll will let you know how I feel about things without verbal confirmation. I'm always calm and collected, and my voice stays monotonous no matter what ; I don't stutter, yell or scream.

I'm highly intelligent and very sarcastic, and rarely laugh outloud, but smirk a lot. I might come across as rude and blunt but on the inside I am a softie, just don't show it often.

I love literature (especially classic), arts and learning languages (I currently speak 18). I'm also musically very inclined. I study History and mythology. When it comes to hobbies, I read and collect lots of things things such as lighters, tarot cards, night lights, rocks/crystals and books.

I have four siblings and am the oldest, but I don't really keep in touch with my family that much. I have a few good friends (2 or 3) and I don't even really need much more.

I'm a Virgo, Slytherin and INTJ-A if that tells you anything.

I'm not athletic in the least, but am in good shape. My body is an hourglass figure and I also got a bunch of tattoos.

I have a bad habit of smoking, and usually having a glass of scotch or wine with me (but I never get drunk or even tipsy). I love spending time near water, but hate getting wet. I usually take long walks outside after midnight while listening to creepypastas or true crime podcasts. I love the genre horror overall, yet I rarely get scared. The only thing I'm scared of is being scared if something. And Santa Claus (<-- no idea as to why).

If I were to go on an ideal date, it'd hopefully be something original and not the cheese classics, but I wouldn't mind them either. I just want to experience new things.

I don't really celebrate holidays (e.g. Christmas, Ester) since I was raised in an atheist/witchcraft household.

If I still might add something, when it comes to relationships I'm never overly dramatic. I don't, as previosuly mentioned, yell or really even cry. I don't get frustrated or suspicious easily. If I see any inclination that my partner might be e.g. cheating on me, I ask them about it directly and will absolutely under no circumstanses go through their phone, computer or start stalking them.

You wanted 3 random things, here :

1. I can't cook shit, I have set spaghetti on fire, cracked a pan in half and blown up a microwave.

2. I'm very unpredictable, but at the same time I like to stick to certain routines etc.

3. I've had my hair dyed more times that I can count with more colors than I know how to name.

Uhhh, I think that's all? I hope you have a good day :)

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I ship you with....

Peter Pan

- Arriving on Neverland, in hindsight, was a mistake. Magic beans while very reliable were prone to mistakes every so often and so instead of appearing in the Enchanted Forest, you were on the beach of a large island. And what was the most odd of all, was not the strange feeling you felt upon arriving on the island, but the pair of eyes you could practically feel staring at you from the trees. Hoping that it was just an animal of some sort, you walked off the beach and headed to the path through the forest.

- Unfortunately for you, the feeling lingered, following you almost as you walked through the forest. Tall trees lined the path and every once in awhile you’d see some small animals scurry away. What seemed to stand out the most however were the silhouettes standing off in the side, deep within the trees but standing right below the sunlight for you to see clearly. There was four, than five, than six than......only one. Looking at your surroundings, you saw your footprints in the ground before you and it hit you. You’d been walking in circles the whole time and the silhouette was still there.

“Hello?” You called out, not sure as to whether or not the silhouette really was there.

Without a verbal response, the figure disappeared only to reappear a few feet in front of you.

You jumped back in shock but quickly regained your balance as you studied the person before you. It was a boy, looking to be around your age, with a questioning look on his face as he looked at you. “Who are you?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I asked you first!”

“And I’m in charge of this island!”

“You? In charge of an island? What is this Neverland?” You rolled your eyes at the possibility. Neverland was a place made up so that kids could fall asleep. Not a real place that you could visit.

“Yes it is, and I run things around here so tell me, who are you.” The boy replied, emphasizing his last three words as he spoke.

“As if, what’s next? You call your little Lost Boys to come prove to me?” You scoffed. To believe that you were on Neverland was already too much and all you wanted was to get home to the Enchanted Forest but it seems you’re stuck playing pretend with a boy who doesn’t want to grow up. A shame really

Smirking, the boy simply pressed two fingers to your forehead and before you could even say something, your mind went foggy and your vision was filled with black.

- To say you got off on a rough start was an understatement. The two of you were constantly at each other’s neck while he kept you on the island, the camp specifically, and didn’t let you leave due to belief that you were a spy of some sorts. Not that he had anything to hide. Not yet at least.

- As time went on however, the two of you had begun to form a friendship. It wasn’t anything big or odd, but it was definitely new. He’d be less of an ass to you and let you explore the island on your own (with some exception).

- Upon finding your out about your hobbies, he would discreetly try to surprise you with materials to help you engage in them even if Neverland’s magic still had some restrictions. He would still try to the best of his abilities.

I also ship you with....

Blaise Zabini

- Losing was one thing Blaise never took lightly. Competitive he was but even with his ambition and skill, it was the mundane things that revolved around luck that often made him lose. Like the stupid bet he made with Theo on whether Gryffindor would win or lose where the loser would have to make a full four course meal complete with drinks for all the Slytherins in their year. Unfortunately for him, he had lost unlike Gryffindor and now here he was, spending his Saturday afternoon in the kitchens and a cookbook Pansy had given him “to help”.

- Blaise didn’t know what he’d see upon entering kitchen. He was sure to see a few House Elves, perhaps he could ask them for help, but what he didn’t except was to see you standing in front of the stove with a pot spilt cleanly in half somehow and a fire burning below. And to make matters worst, you were simply standing there as if you had been frozen.

“Hey watch out!” He called out as a flame went up towards you. Pushing you out the way just in time, he managed to save you from the burn in return of him getting burned.

“Fuck.” He hissed out in pain. Gripping his arm as he put out the fire with his wand before dropping it on the ground.

Without a word, you simply grabbed your wand and waved it above his burn. You seemed to be muttering something, a spell of some sort, as a cooling sensation covered his wound. Looking down, he was shocked to see that the burn was actually healing.

“How, how did you.... Thank you.”

“I was practicing a charm, fire control, but thank you for the concern.”

Feeling sheepish for thinking that you didn’t have it under control, he ended up excusing himself from the kitchen to head back to his dorm where his friends immediately pounced on the chance to tease him for a variety of reasons.

- The next day, instead of going to Hogsmeade with his friends, Blaise stayed back at the castle to catch up on a paper he had failed to submit on time. Deciding on going to the library, sh was disappointed to see that almost all of the tables were taken. All but one in the far back corner. Quickly heading towards it, a sigh left his lips as someone dropping their book bag into the table beat him to the table: you.

“Oh did you need the table? I can leave if you’d like?”“ You said upon noticing him standing in front of the table.

“No, no it’s alright I just uh, planned on finishing a paper for Flitwick’s class.” He admitted.

“You can have a seat if you’d like, I’ll just be doing my own work and you can do yours.” You kindly offered and Blaise gladly accepted. He really need to finish this paper or else he’s be kicked off the Quidditch team so while he didn’t get the complete privacy he originally wanted, he’s fine with this.

As the two of you worked in quiet, occasionally Blaise would sneak glances your way which you ended up catching once.

“Hi.” was all you managed to muster out as you tried to contain the wide smile that wanted yo grow on your face.

Trying his best to not chuckle at your slightly flustered state, he mirrored your smile as he replied with a “Hello.”

#you didn’t mention romantic or platonic so i just made it platonic #long post #jens record shop #jens 4k follower celebration #(🎫) concert tickets #marvelousluci

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shutupanddance · 3 years

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Glad to see you opened mashups! Maybe try to do one for me? Thanks in advance ^^ MCU, and possibly DCU, Sherlock and LOTR/The Hobbit if you wanna do multiple. :)

I always have a bunch or rings around my fingers as well as multiple ear piercings. I'm super pale, to the point that people often ask me if I'm sick.

I'm highly intelligent and very sarcastic, and rarely laugh outloud, but smirk a lot. I might come across as rude and blunt but on the inside I am a softie, just don't show it often.

I have four siblings and am the oldest, but I don't really keep in touch with my family that much. I have a few good friends (2 or 3) and I don't even really need much more.

I'm a Virgo, Slytherin and INTJ-A if that tells you anything.

I'm not athletic in the least, but am in good shape. My body is an hourglass figure and I also got a bunch of tattoos.

If I were to go on an ideal date, it'd hopefully be something original and not the cheese classics, but I wouldn't mind them either. I just want to experience new things.

I don't really celebrate holidays (e.g. Christmas, Ester) since I was raised in an atheist/witchcraft household.

Uhhh, I think that's all? I hope you have a good day :)

Thanks for sending this hon!! I only had time for MCU and DCU, hope that’s ok! btw I’m now convinced you’re a fairy

I ship you with…

MCU

Thor!!

- At first, he isn’t really sure what to do with you. You intimidate him a bit.

- But then, the more time he spends around you, the more he can read your expressions, and the more he realizes that softer side beneath your exterior.

- Thor isn’t afraid to ask how you’re feeling on the occasions that he can’t read you. He’s blunt and to-the-point with you, so there’s rarely any miscommunication.

- He is absolutely in awe of all the languages, mythology, and music skills you have. You learn languages from each other!!! He can teach you older or alien languages, and you teach him more modern ones.

- At a party or social gathering, Thor can be bubbly enough for both of you. Still, the whole time, he’ll be checking up on you and seeing how you’re doing. He ALWAYS looks at you to laugh at a joke, or to ask your opinion.

- Thor loves to bring you items for your collection!! He doesn’t really understand midgardian currency yet, so he may have given a pharmacy clerk $75 for a lighter that he thought you’d like.

- Thor offers to bring you to Asgard for some Asgardian holidays. In general, he’ll take any excuse to bring you to Asgard.

- The rest of the Avengers can’t figure out how you two fit together. But, then again, they don’t see the quiet nights stargazing or reading books together.

(Bonus: Tony Stark has a big crush on you)

DCU

Diana!!

- You and Diana make a funny couple, but a very seamless one.

- Diana can read you scarily well (you’re not really sure how she does it), and she immediately recognizes the softer side of you. She understands when you don’t want to talk about emotions, and instead will just sit with you or cheer you up by quoting Prose Edda or Shakespeare in other languages if you’re upset.

- Diana knows the value of hanging back, so you get lots of quiet one-on-one time with her.

- She LOVES your tattoos, and can’t stop tracing her finger across them.

- She also thinks you’re very funny. Sarcasm? Yes ma’am. She always gives you her full attention when you speak, so she notices way more of your jokes than anyone else.

- Diana is always asking if she can listen to true crime with you. She’s not a huge fan of it necessarily, but she just loves to spend that quality time with you and discuss the content of each podcast after.

#mashup

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bigbatlittlebat · 3 years

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Hi hi hello! Wanna match me up? Thanks in advance ^^

I always have a bunch or rings around my fingers as well as multiple ear piercings. I'm super pale, to the point that people often ask me if I'm sick.

I'm highly intelligent and very sarcastic, and rarely laugh outloud, but smirk a lot. I might come across as rude and blunt but on the inside I am a softie, just don't show it often.

I have four siblings and am the oldest, but I don't really keep in touch with my family that much. I have a few good friends (2 or 3) and I don't even really need much more.

I'm a Virgo, Slytherin and INTJ-A if that tells you anything.

I'm not athletic in the least, but am in good shape. My body is an hourglass figure and I also got a bunch of tattoos.

If I were to go on an ideal date, it'd hopefully be something original and not the cheese classics, but I wouldn't mind them either. I just want to experience new things.

I don't really celebrate holidays (e.g. Christmas, Ester) since I was raised in an atheist/witchcraft household.

Uhhh, I think that's all? I hope you have a good day :)

Afraid of Santa? I guess you could say you're CLAUS-TRAPHOBIC... yeah funnier in my head...

Cassandra Cain (Bat girl / Orphan)

I get the vibe that you both would benefit from a quieter relationship. Not in the sense of not talking but more in the sense of the lack of drama and the directness that you seem to take.

She would definitely get to the point where she is super in tune to your facial expressions and would be able to tell what your thinking with out you having to say it. This would probably be something to value in this relationship because it really shows how close you both are.

Honestly I can see dates for the two of you being her accompanying you on your walks but with one of those headphone jack splitters and the both of you listening to something together. Then maybe discussing it over dinner and getting to listen to each other's conclusions

I'm sorry but say good bye to all of those band t-shirts. You won't have seen them go missing or probably even noticed it until Cass walks into your place wearing one without even looking guilty. Just completely nonchalant about it

#dc matchups #dc match ups

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shiishki · 3 years

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okay wait, i changed my mind. you should answer all of these questions as well, if that's what you want from me >:)

oof there's a lot of it, that's what i get for wanting to be ✨aesthetic✨

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

vowels (and the importance of being me) - hunny

honeypie - jawny

pretty young thing - michael jackson

mirrors - justin timberlake

sunflower - red orange county

paradise - rude-a

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

a therapist.

ok someone else.. uhh,, my grand grandma because i only have scratches of memories but i dunno if that counts since she passed away...

*rummages through ancient scripts* uhh ok someone who isn't dead.. uhm,, tommie? yeah I'd like to meet them if i could meet anyone on earth

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

ok, the closest german, english or polish book? nvm i have english

"suddenly was. So I just said thank you a few times too, and Mum" ironically this is one of the normal lines in this book

4: What do you think about most?

the fact that I'll have to do something after school. and I don't know if i want to go to college or get a job bc i have no legitimate idea on what to do with my life. it gets overwhelming, just the lack of knowledge about the actual experience.

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

with, tho i sleep with just shorts in summer

7: What’s your strangest talent?

not sure if it's a talent, but i can fall asleep anywhere

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

girls are pretty. boys are pretty

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

by me, yes. no one else has written a poem about me specifically. nvm, tommie wrote one and it shall rest on my wall, or desk, i need to find a place for it

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

uhh i think last month?

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

i don't think so, but i am hella afraid of the possibly gigantic, terrifying things in the ocean depths that humans haven't discovered yet

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

yep, beloved legos as a lil child

13: What’s your religion?

i can't ever remember the name, but i believe gods (from all religions) exist in some way or form. so i believe in different pantheons and etc.

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

walking my doggo, skateboarding, thinking about how to make the lives of my characters worse

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind it.

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

uhmm the arctic monkeys? or the strokes

17: What was the last lie you told?

i know what i want

18: Do you believe in karma?

yes, the rule of three specifically

19: What does your URL mean?

i don't know. it's something me and my sis came up with and that's just my whole identity now.

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

uhh greatest weakness.. i can't finish things. strength is that I'm very stubborn so maybe I'll finish that thing out of spite

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

i grew up thinking crushes were like unicorns. my ex was odd enough to argue with that i didn't love her if i didn't have a crush on her. but I think if i had to guess.. selena gomez, especially in the role of alex russo in wizard of weverly street

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

nope

23: How do you vent your anger?

i write angry letters. sometimes they're sad letters. i write a lot of letters. except i never send them out and no one made a movie about them :}

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

jars and witchy bottles, books? scented candles

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

phone calls are stressful enough as is, i don't need you to see my reading off what i frantically wrote to not stumble over my words

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

i think so, yes, but that won't stop me from becoming better

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

hate flies buzzing right by my ear, love cat purring

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

what if I'd been born in a place where it was illegal for me (nonbinary) to live, in a time when others thought of me as a curse?

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

they be chilling.

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

right arm, doggo, left arm, pillow

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

fresh air and doggo, because doggo is with me and I can't live without open windows

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

i dunno tbh

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

which one is less homophobic?

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

every gender is my opposite gender. selena gomez and justin timberlake

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

to make it easier for people down the line

36: Define Art.

make thing, thing goes woo

37: Do you believe in luck?

yis

38: What’s the weather like right now?

it's nice actually, very sunny, slight breeze

39: What time is it?

12.59 am

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

i don't, but i once crashed into a fire department vehicle with my bike. bike ded.

41: What was the last book you read?

Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

i legit ass don't know what gasoline smells like.

43: Do you have any nicknames?

many variations of my name, aka. Luce

44: What was the last film you saw?

i think it was Robin Hood: King of Thieves, but it might have been that half of spider-man homecoming i managed to watch with my poor internet

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

oh man i dunno... it's not an injury, but i was very sickly as a lil kid and almost died :)

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

once, years ago

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

hmmm horizon zero dawn i think

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

proud pansexual ^^

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

not really, i don't think they're big enough to be actual rumors,, meh

50: Do you believe in magic?

yis

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

meh. they suck, i know they suck, that's it.

52: What is your astrological sign?

cancer ♋

53: Do you save money or spend it?

i attempt saving. attempt

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

for my own money, sweets. i bought lizards for my cats so they can brush their teeth from my dad's amazon acc

55: Love or lust?

luv

56: In a relationship?

nope, i buy my own cookies

57: How many relationships have you had?

1, kinda toxic toward the end, very stressful, don't recommend

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

nu ><

59: Where were you yesterday?

on the fields walking my doggo

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

yep, a pastel pink hoodie in my closet uwu

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

yis, thicc warm socks

62: What’s your favourite animal?

cats

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

cuddles and food.

64: Where is your best friend?

bold of you to assume i have a best friend.

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

tommie-hildebrandt, kageyuji, nekomas-kuroo, joyful-soul-collector

66: What is your heritage?

I'm a demon boi from Poland tho that's not a thing to be proud of, i mean, look at the economy. awful.

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

sleeping, trying to sleep.

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

Pinkton. or Satan.

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

this is such an odd combination of words i had to look it up. yea.

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

a friend who won't laugh at me when i ask them to order smth for me because I'm too anxious to.

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

excuse me? i am saving the doggo wtf. f u boss, I'm gonna sell my tragic story to the news.

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) i tell my parents. b) live the hell out of them uwu c) nope uwu.

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

trust.

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

history maker - dean fujioka :]

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

3332

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

communication, trust, some more communication.

77: How can I win your heart?

let's not pretend to be something else to please each other, and bring some bitter chocolate.

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

maybe. it could. i don't have a say in it since my sanity is held by tape.

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

eat the pizza. stop caring about others not liking me/parts of me. just living for myself uwu.

80: What size shoes do you wear?

uh i dunno how the american sizes work and i don't wanna look it up so, 39, 40 fits too.

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

demon boi

82: What is your favourite word?

socks.

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

the bloody organ that sits in your chest and pumps blood into your body so you don't die.

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

uhm im not sure if that counts as a saying, but fake it till you make it

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

blinding lights - the weeknd

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

oh a normal question people use for ice breaking, sea blue and pastel variations of it.

87: What is your current desktop picture?

like my wallpaper? or the actual picture that sits on my desk? or how my desk looks like atm? it's ugly, a lot of papers and pens and schoolbooks.

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

donald trump. or the next asshole who'll try to take the rights of the lgbt and poc away

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

this. this is the question.

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

yo there's a pizza somewhere in the refrigerator, want me to heat it up? we can have a sleep over and talk about our feelings :3

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

telekinesis! or shapeshifting! i could do such fun things with telekinesis ^^ yeah I'd totally eat some radioactive veggies

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

that time my "friends" got me into shoplifting, half-hour is more than enough to punch some sense into my brain and develop good music taste

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

can i save this one? i don't think i have an experience horrible enough to be erased haha

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

sleep as in.. uh no thank u. but I'm down for a sleep over with sam smith ^^

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

just me? what about my pets? my fam? it's lowkey illegal for me to go just anywhere without them owO

uhhmm, greece. imma become part of the greek pantheon out of pure spite. and maybe toronto canada.

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

not any that i know of o.o

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

i think i may have but i honestly don't remember

98: Ever been on a plane?

nope, i dunno if i like planes, but I'd probably sleep if i were on one.

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

yeet.

#that was long #probably because my stubborn ass wanted to make pretty formatting #shiishki.rambles #shiishki.interacts with tommie

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splendidlyimperfect · 3 years

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When Natsu runs into five-year-old Sting and Rogue at the Grand Magic Games, he thinks they’re cute kids with a serious case of hero worship. But when it turns out that they’re both Dragon Slayers and they belong to the ruthless Sabertooth Guild, something doesn’t feel quite right. Natsu and Gray quickly grow protective of the two little kids, and they do their best to build a relationship with them to try to keep them safe and figure out what exactly is going on at Sabertooth.

Chapter Summary: As Gray heals from his wounds, Lucy helps him and Natsu try to figure out how to get the kids away from Sabertooth.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Natsu/Gray, Rogue/Sting Characters: Natsu, Gray, Sting, Rogue, Lucy, Erza, Yukino Tags: Canon Universe, Dragon Slayers, Parenting, Adoption, PTSD, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, basically stingue are adorable baby dragon slayers and Natsu wants to adopt them, and then he kind of does, Trans Gray, Trans Sting, Nonbinary Rogue, ADHD Natsu, ADHD Sting, Autistic Rogue

**tw for talk of child abuse and descriptions of injuries from abuse**

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Gray woke slowly to a pressure on his chest, and the sound of giggling. He slowly cracked open one eye, wincing at the bright light that filled his vision.

“Uncle Gray!”

The light quickly disappeared, and a small, pudgy face took its place in Gray’s field of vision. Sting’s curls were wild and tangled, but a bright smile crossed his face when Gray managed to focus on him.

“Hi.” He poked Gray’s cheek. “You sleeped for a long time. I maked the bad stuff go away and it was yesterday but now it’s today and the sun is up.”

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Gray blinked a few times, trying to focus his blurry vision. He attempted to move his arm up to rub his face, but a heavy weight kept it at his side. When he looked down, he realized that Rogue was curled up next to him. They gave him a shy smile and cuddled closer.

“Hey,” Gray said, voice hoarse. A dull ache radiated from his chest, and he looked down to see several raised scars across his skin. Sting placed a hand on his forehead and a soft, warm light spread through him, pushing the pain away. He blinked in surprise and looked at Sting. “How did you…”

“It’s his magic.” Natsu appeared beside the bed and ruffled Sting’s hair affectionately. “He saved you.” His voice was bright, but Gray could see the deep lines of concern behind the casual words. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like I got my ass handed to me,” Gray admitted, letting Natsu help him sit up against the headboard. The pain was gone, but he still felt a bone-deep exhaustion and a tightness in his chest.

“You kinda did,” Natsu said as he sat down onto the bed next to Gray. Sting happily settled onto Natsu’s lap, while Rogue moved with Gray and stayed curled up under his arm. “You almost died,” Natsu added softly. He took Gray’s hand and squeezed it. “The medic said the poison had spread too far and she couldn’t do anything, but…”

“I fixed it,” Sting said when Natsu looked down at him. His expression was a mix of pride and uncertainty. “I taked the bad stuff and put good stuff instead.” He tentatively touched the scars on Gray’s chest. Gray frowned when he saw tears welling up in Sting’s eyes.

“Hey,” he said gently, reaching out for the little boy. “C’mere.” Sting let Gray pull him into a hug, and he wrapped his arms tightly around Gray’s neck. “Thank you,” Gray said, pressing a kiss to the mess of curls. He frowned in confusion at Natsu over Sting’s shoulder, but Natsu just shook his head – I’ll explain later. Gray held Sting closer, and when Rogue looked up at him, he pulled them into the embrace too.

“You’re awake!” Gray looked up to see Yukino standing in the doorway, holding a tray with coffee and pastries. He gave her a weak smile as the two kids hugged him tighter. “Let Uncle Gray breathe,” Yukino chided, making her way to the bed, and touching Sting’s back. “He’s probably still very tired.”

Sting reluctantly let go of Gray and shuffled back into Natsu’s lap. “We have to go?” he asked Yukino. She gave him a soft smile and nodded, and his lower lip quickly curled into a pout. “I don’t want to.”

“We have to, sunshine,” Yukino said. She ran her fingers through Rogue’s long hair and nudged them up as well. “We’ve already been away longer than we said we would.”

Sting sniffed, rubbing his face with the back of his hand. Anxiety thrummed in Gray’s chest as Yukino helped Sting and Rogue off the bed.

“Don’t go,” he said quietly, reaching out and touching Yukino’s arm. She frowned at him, gesturing for both kids to go stand by the door before responding.

“What do you mean?”

“Come back with us.” Gray’s anxiety was quickly turning to desperation as he watched the kids over Yukino’s shoulder. Sting’s bright smile was fading, and Gray wanted so badly to bring it back. “Back to Fairy Tail,” he clarified, looking back at Yukino. “You know they don’t belong there. And neither do you.”

Yukino sighed and gently pulled her arm from Gray’s grasp. “It’s not that easy,” she said softly.

“It could be,” Natsu interjected.

She shook her head. “They can’t just leave, they’re members, they took an oath, and they can’t—”

“They were three,” Natsu hissed. “You can’t hold toddlers to a binding agreement, that’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not just the guild,” Yukino said. “Jiemma has legal rights to them.”

Gray frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean he’s their guardian,” Yukino explained. “When their parents died and the guild took them in, Jiemma gained guardianship as the guild leader. Fairy Tail probably did the same thing with you – it’s like an adoption.”

“Not with me,” Gray said. “But I still have family in Isvan who took guardianship when my parents died. I dunno about you, though,” he added, gesturing to Natsu.

Natsu growled, running his hands through his hair. “Who cares about a stupid piece of paper?” he insisted. “We all know it’s not right.”

“You can’t just break laws because you don’t like them,” Yukino said. Gray raised his eyebrows at Natsu and Yukino sighed. “Look, I have to go, and so do they. We can meet you again tomorrow morning.”

Gray sighed, then cut off Natsu before he could keep arguing. “Okay,” he said softly. “Just…be safe, okay?”

Yukino gave him a thin smile. “I’ll try my best,” she said, before turning and leading the boys out of the room.

Yukino and the kids didn’t show up the next day.

“Natsu, sit down.” Gray gestured to the chair next to him, but Natsu shook his head and continued to pace back and forth in front of the café. “You’re making me dizzy.”

“They’re supposed to be here,” Natsu insisted. His stomach twisted with anxiety as he looked back and forth down the streets, hoping to see a head of white hair. “Something’s wrong.”

“I know,” Gray said. He made a pained sound and Natsu turned to see him press a hand to his chest. Natsu quickly sat down next to him and put a hand on his thigh. “’m okay,” Gray insisted, waving off the concern, but his voice was tight.

“You almost died yesterday, you’re not fine,” Natsu argued. “Does it hurt?”

“A bit,” Gray admitted. He shifted uncomfortably and took a few deep breaths. “It just feels like a bruise. The magic he used to take the pain away just wore off – I am actually fine, I promise.” He took Natsu’s hand and squeezed it.

Natsu searched Gray’s face for a sign that the pain was worse than he was letting on but didn’t find any. He sighed and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Gray’s cheek.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m just worried. About everyone.”

Gray pressed his forehead to Natsu’s in an uncharacteristic display of public affection. “I know,” he said. “I just don’t know what we can do.”

Natsu sighed, giving Gray a quick kiss before pulling back. Part of him was ready to charge down to the guild and kick in the front door. The other part of him reluctantly clung to Yukino’s words from yesterday. You can’t just break laws because you don’t like them.

“Did you try texting Yukino again?” he asked.

Gray nodded to his lacrima phone, which was sitting on the café table. “The messages are going through but she’s not answering.” He hesitated. “It might be nothing. Maybe Jiemma changed their training schedule or something. It’s happened before.”

Natsu tipped his head back and forth uncertainly. “Something feels wrong, though,” he said. “It’s hard to explain, I just…”

“I trust you,” Gray said. Natsu looked up at him, and the conviction in Gray’s gaze left him feeling breathless. For as long as they’d known each other, Gray had never done anything by halves. He put all of himself into everything he did. Now that they were together, Natsu was starting to realize that extended to the way Gray loved him – deeply and fiercely, despite his seemingly reserved nature.

Natsu swallowed, hoping his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. Gray gave him a shy half-smile, then stood up and pulled Natsu to his feet.

“C’mon,” he said as he slid his fingers between Natsu’s. “Let’s go to Sabertooth.”

“They kicked you out?” Lucy’s voice was tinny through the lacrima phone.

“Well, they called it ‘escorting him off the premises’,” Gray said. It was later that afternoon, and he was sitting on the bed in the inn, leaning back against the pillows Natsu had stacked against the headboard. Despite Sting healing the wound, Gray’s chest still ached.

“Assholes,” Natsu muttered from where he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “Can they even do that?”

“They can,” Lucy said regretfully. “Guild halls are private property; they can bar entry to whoever they like.”

“Well, it’s suspicious as hell,” Natsu said. He sighed and moved over to the bed to sit next to Gray. “Luce, do you know anything about guardianships?”

“You mean custody?” Lucy asked.

“Sorta. Yukino said that Jiemma had ‘guild guardianship’ of Sting and Rogue.”

“Oh, yes, guilds do that all the time,” Lucy said. “You were under guardianship with Fairy Tail, Natsu. Don’t you remember Makarov talking about it with you?” When Natsu didn’t answer, Lucy sighed, and Gray could almost hear her rolling her eyes. “It ended when you turned seventeen, that’s when you got control of all your accounts and your home.”

“Oh!” Natsu brightened. “Yeah, he said something one time about being an adult and not a…ward? I think? I don’t remember.”

Natsu’s cheeks turned pink with embarrassment and Gray reached out to squeeze his hand. When they were kids, Gray had teased Natsu about his terrible memory, but Erza had eventually confronted him about it, telling him that it was another symptom of what Natsu called his ‘messy brain.’ Seeing Sting struggle with the same thing over the last few months had made Gray realize how difficult it must have been for Natsu growing up, and now he always tried to be as kind about it as possible.

“Can guardianship be transferred?” Gray asked Lucy.

“You mean to another guild?” she asked. “I’m not sure. I doubt it would be possible without consent from both guilds.”

“Jiemma would never go for that,” Natsu grumbled. He shuffled closer to Gray and rested his head on his shoulder.

“I can look into it,” Lucy said. “I could ask Master Makarov if he knows anything.”

“Maybe the library?” Natsu suggested. He made a contented sound when Gray started to run gentle fingers through his hair. “There’s books about laws and stuff, in the basement.”

“Freed let you into the library?” Gray poked Natsu. “I thought you were banned.”

Natsu huffed. “I lit one book on fire one time, and it wasn’t my fault.”

“Uhuh.”

Gray heard Lucy sigh fondly again, then shuffle some papers in the background. “Are you staying in Ciralto?” she asked.

“Yeah.” Natsu picked at his nails. “For a few days, anyway. I know we can’t get close to Sabertooth, but maybe we’ll run into Yukino or something.”

“Good luck,” Lucy said, voice soft with sympathy. “I’ll call you as soon as I can.”

They didn’t find Yukino or the kids the next day, or the day after. They both tried several times to covertly get close to Sabertooth, but the gates that had previously been open were now locked, and guarded day and night.

“I swear I’m just gonna break down the goddamn doors,” Natsu growled after the third day of waiting. He sat down on the bed, sighing and rubbing his face. He was about to say something else when Gray’s lacrima phone started to ring.

“I think I might have a solution,” Lucy said as soon as Gray answered. Natsu leaned forward eagerly when Gray sat down beside him. “Freed helped me find some legal documentation that might help.”

“What’s documentation?” Natsu frowned.

“Paperwork,” Gray said. “Laws and stuff.”

“There are strict rules governing guild guardianship,” Lucy continued. She cleared her throat and started to read. “Guardianship of a minor can be transferred to a guild master if their parents or guardians voluntarily relinquish parental responsibilities; or if the minor is orphaned and has no living relations who are able to accept guardianship. Guild guardianship of minors confers all rights and responsibilities of the minor’s family of origin and continues until they are 17 years of age.”

“We already knew that,” Natsu interrupted, but Gray gestured for him to be quiet.

“There wasn’t anything about transferring guardianship,” Lucy continued, “but I did find a set of rules about contesting it. There are certain circumstances where people can argue against the guild – like if the find a living relative, or if the minor applies for emancipation. They would have to be thirteen for that, though, so it wouldn’t work in this situation.”

“So how does any of this help?” Natsu asked, sighing in frustration.

“I’m getting to that,” Lucy said. “There is one other option. A petition may be made to remove guild guardianship if the minor is in danger of being harmed; this can include emotional, verbal, physical, financial, and social harm or abuse, or neglect of the minor’s needs.”

All three of them were quiet for a second as they absorbed the information.

“So…we could petition for them to be removed?” Natsu asked finally.

“Technically, yes,” Lucy said.

Gray sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “But we can’t prove anything,” he said. “And even if we could, then what? Fairy Tail would have to apply for guild guardianship, and if it was denied, they’d probably end up separated with some families in Ciralto, or sent back to Isvan, or…”

“We have to do something,” Natsu insisted. “Sting saved your fucking life, and that asshole treats him like shit. They’re kids, and they’re being hurt, and we have to help them.”

Lucy didn’t say anything. Gray groaned and rubbed his temples. His heart hurt. Natsu was right, obviously, but it was all so complicated, and Sabertooth was so powerful. Gray knew Natsu was ready for a fight, but what if it was a fight they couldn’t win?

Then he thought about Rogue’s shy smile and the way they sat in Gray’s lap, about Sting’s gap-toothed grin and gentle magic. Gray brought his hand up to his chest and rubbed at the scars through his shirt. If Sting hadn’t been there…

Gray looked up at Natsu, who was staring at him with the same determined expression Gray had seen on him hundreds of times. “Okay,” Gray said. “We can—”

Before he could finish his sentence, a movement in the corner of the room caught his eye. The shadows behind the dresser rippled and started to move, then quickly melded into the shape of a child.

“Rogue?” Gray said, pushing himself up off the bed and moving over to the little Dragon Slayer. Relief filled him, but it was quickly replaced by apprehension when Rogue didn’t respond. They just stood with their body half-hidden behind the dresser and their hair hanging in tangles over their face. “What’s wrong?”

Rogue sniffed and rubbed their face with the back of their hand, dragging the sleeve of their too-long sweatshirt over their face. They mumbled something Gray didn’t quite catch and Gray crouched down until he was at eye level.

“Are you hurt?” Gray asked, trying to see their face behind their hair. Rogue shook their head. Natsu appeared next to Gray and knelt down as well.

“Is Sting hurt?” he asked.

There was a long pause, then a tiny nod. Natsu cursed under his breath. Gray’s chest ached, and not from the scars. Fear was starting to take over the confusion but he tried his best to keep it hidden.

“Where is he?” Gray asked gently. Seeing Rogue without Sting was unsettling – usually they were the one trailing behind Sting like his shadow while he talked a thousand words a minute.

“He saided it was an accident.” Rogue’s words were as soft and delicate as their magic. Gray shifted closer – he could see tear tracks on Rogue’s cheeks now, and a spot of blood from where they’d been chewing their lip. “But Yukino telled me to find you.”

“It’s okay,” Gray reassured Rogue, holding out his hand. Rogue shied away from it at first, looking at Gray with their oddly colored eyes. Gray could feel the tension radiating from Natsu, and he tried his best to project a sense of calm and confidence. “Why don’t you take us to Sting,” he suggested, giving Rogue what he hoped was a comforting smile. “We’ve got lots of practice patching each other up when we get hurt.”

Rogue shifted from foot to foot for a second, then finally reached out and took Gray’s hand.

“There you go,” Gray said, sighing in relief when Rogue moved forward and wrapped both arms around his neck. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “You’re safe.” He kissed the top of Rogue’s head and looked at Natsu over their shoulder. Natsu’s jaw was tight, and his face was set in determination as he pushed himself to his feet.

Rogue let Gray carry them, giving him quiet directions through the city. They passed the Sabertooth guild hall, turning down a back alley that led through several residential areas until it opened into a small park. A large tree hung out over the water and Gray could just see Sting sitting up there – a small flash of white hidden behind green leaves. Yukino, who was standing at the base of the tree, sighed in relief when she saw them.

“He won’t come down,” Rogue said, pointing at the tree. “I went up the shadow and he telled me to go away.” They rubbed their face again. “He never telled me to go away before.”

“It’s okay,” Natsu reassured them, squeezing Gray’s arm and gesturing for him to head to Yukino. “I’ll go get him.”

It didn’t take long to make it up the tree. Sting was curled up between two branches with his legs pulled up to his chest and his forehead on his knees. As soon as he saw Natsu he curled up tighter and growled.

“I don’t wanna talk to you,” he said. “Go away.”

Natsu balanced carefully on the branch below where Sting was sitting as he tried to check him for injuries. “Rogue’s worried about you,” he said. “Why don’t you come down and we can make sure you’re okay?”

Sting finally looked up at him, glaring at him from behind a black eye. “I’m fine,” he said. “It doesn’t even hurt.” The way he held his arm against his chest made it clear that he was lying. His eyes were bright with tears he was barely holding in, but he managed to add, “I’m strong.”

“I know you are, bud,” Natsu said gently, heart aching at the pain on the little boy’s face. “That doesn’t mean—”

“I’m strong like you.” Sting’s voice wobbled. “I’m strong an’ brave and it doesn’t hurt.” A few stray tears slipped down Sting’s cheek, and he wiped them away angrily. “An’ I’m not crying.” He swallowed hard and pressed his forehead to his folded arms.

“Crying doesn’t mean you’re not strong,” Natsu said, but Sting shook his head vehemently.

“Yes it does. Only babies cry.”

“Sting.” Natsu’s voice softened, and he shifted closer, but Sting flinched away from him. “Who told you that?” Sting bit his lip and stared stubbornly at his bare feet. “Was it the person who did this?” Natsu gestured to Sting’s arm, even though he already knew the answer.

“No.” Sting’s voice wavered, and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Nobody did. ‘m fine.”

A low, thrumming anger simmered in Natsu’s stomach as he thought of Jiemma’s cruel eyes and vicious gaze.

“Last week Uncle Gray and I went on a job,” he said, pushing the anger away as he tried a different tactic. He glanced back down at the ground where Gray was sitting on the riverbank with his arm around a somber Rogue. “I got knocked down and hit my head on the stairs really hard, and it hurt so bad that I cried.”

Sting looked up at him with wide eyes. “You cried?”

“Yup.” Natsu pushed back his bangs to show Sting the spot where the bruise on his forehead was still healing. “It’s okay to cry when it hurts.” Sting didn’t look convinced, but Natsu added, “And it’s okay to let people help you. Uncle Gray used his ice on the bruise after the fight and it felt a lot better.”

“But Master saided—” Sting cut himself off, shaking his head. The angry spark flared again in Natsu’s chest.

“He said what?”

Sting stared miserably at the tree branch next to Natsu’s feet, chewing on his lip, but he didn’t answer. Natsu sighed.

“Sometimes, people who are strong aren’t always good,” he said gently. “Strength is something that should be used to protect and help people. Nobody should be using it to hurt you.”

“He... I...” Sting swallowed. “It was a—a lesson. I did something wrong. I had to be punished.”

Natsu shook his head. “No, not like this.” He moved a little closer and was relieved when Sting didn’t flinch. “A punishment – a consequence – is like... not getting a cookie for lunch when you steal one for breakfast. Or having to help clean up a broken window when you accidentally break it. Not somebody hitting you. That's never, ever okay.”

Sting rubbed furiously at his face again, trying to hide his tears. “I don’t understand,” he whispered. “I just wanna be strong and brave.”

“You are,” Natsu reassured him. “You’re strong when you climb super tall trees, or when you swim the whole way across the river, or when you told that kid to stop teasing Rogue. And you’re being really brave right now.”

Sting frowned, looking over at Natsu. “But...”

“Being brave doesn’t mean that you’re never afraid, it means that you try to do right and good things even when they’re scary.”

Sting couldn’t hold the tears in anymore and he let out a quiet, wounded sound as he whispered, “I’m sorry.” Natsu held out his arm and breathed a silent sigh of relief when Sting leaned into the embrace.

“It’s okay,” Natsu said gently as Sting curled into him. “You’re okay. Nobody’s upset and you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Sting sniffled and Natsu kissed the top of his head as he considered his options. Sending the two of them back to Sabertooth was out of the question – there was no way Natsu was letting either of them out of his sight again. If he brought them back to Fairy Tail, Gramps would obviously welcome them and find them a place to stay, but they needed more than that. Rogue and Sting needed somewhere to feel safe.

“Do you want to come stay with me and Uncle Gray?” Natsu asked.

Sting froze. “Like a sleepover?”

“Longer than a sleepover.”

There was a long silence before Sting said, “We don’t have to go back?”

“No.”

“What about Master?”

“That’s a grownup problem, you let me deal with that.”

Sting went quiet again, but he leaned heavier against Natsu, and he seemed to have stopped crying. “I like Orga,” he said eventually. “And Rufus, sometimes. Are you gonna deal with them too?”

“No. I’m not gonna hurt anyone.”

Sting looked up at him, and his eyes were full of so much trust that it almost brought Natsu to tears. “Promise?” he asked.

Natsu nodded as he brushed a wayward curl out of Sting’s face and leaned in to kiss his forehead. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I promise.”

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justafairytailofinnocence · 3 years

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Hi! I saw you're doing ships/matchups? I hope they're still open :) I'd like one for Harry Potter and one for Marvel if possible!

I'm Lucifer, but people call me Luci or Luce, I'm 22, I identifiy somewhere around the nonbinary category, but I see gender as something trivial. I'm a panromantic demisexual and prefer they/her pronouns. 6'3 tall, long wavy blonde hair, black eyes. I wear glasses and usually skirts with old band t-shirts (that I actually listen to).

I always have a bunch or rings around my fingers as well as multiple ear piercings. I'm super pale, to the point that people often ask me if I'm sick.

I'm introverted, but I can be a social butterfly if required. I love listening as much as talking. I never really talk about emotions/feelings but anything else I'm happy to chat about. I don't really react to things apart from my facial expressions. The lift of an brow, a smirk or an eye-roll will let you know how I feel about things without verbal confirmation. I'm always calm and collected, and my voice stays monotonous no matter what ; I don't stutter, yell or scream.

I'm highly intelligent and very sarcastic, and rarely laugh outloud, but smirk a lot. I might come across as rude and blunt but on the inside I am a softie, just don't show it often.

I love literature (especially classic), arts and learning languages (I currently speak about 18). I'm also musically very inclined. I study History and mythology. When it comes to hobbies, I read and collect lots of things things such as lighters, tarot cards, night lights, rocks/crystals and books.

I have four siblings and am the oldest, but I don't really keep in touch with my family that much. I have a few good friends (2 or 3) and I don't even really need much more.

I'm a Virgo, Slytherin and INTJ-A if that tells you anything.

I'm not athletic in the least, but am in good shape. My body is an hourglass figure and I also got a bunch of tattoos.

If I were to go on an ideal date, it'd hopefully be something original and not the cheesy classics, but I wouldn't mind them either. I just want to experience new things.

I don't really celebrate holidays (e.g. Christmas, Ester) since I was raised in an atheist/witchcraft household.

Thank you in advance!

Hello so today we have a matchup for Harry potter and marvel.

For Harry potter I ship you with:

Sirius black🌹

And

Draco Malfoy 🍏

- your desired soulmate is this man he relates to you in every single way. You have a desired trait he likes sarcasm and backbone at times with kindness and generosity.

- he would often try to impress you but Luci doesn't often bat an eye to the poor man.

- I would say your both alike he likes bands and he likes your attitude. You both have similar tastes.

- you would be best friends with tonks she would understand you completely.

- Sirius would treat you with the utter most respect he wouldn't dare leave you. Your both very compatible.

- so since along the way of being a wizard you managed to catch the attention of Draco as well. He fell for your attitude and intelligence with your sarcastic trait.

- he would secretly stay in his room talking about you alot acting as though he hates you but imagine a boy with a high school crush.

- he has a secret picture of you in his bed just to stare at you. He may be creepy but weren't we all when we were in our teens.

- you were hanging out with Sirius more and Draco would often get jealous.

Luci: oh for the love of merlin

Sirius: yeah I know annoying isn't he

Draco: shut up black my father will hear of this

Luci: listen dude I don't have time for your shannigans *eye rolls*

Sirius: ohhhhh your the kid with a crush on-

Draco: shut it your not supposed to be here anyways *points wand*

Sirius: Luci isn't it~

Draco: I-I do not *goes red as a beet*

Sirius: run back to your peacock father Draco I'm sure he would loooooveeee to hear this *smirks*

Draco: fine but this won't be the last you hear from me *apparated away*

Luci: finally I thought he wouldn't leave he's weird but cute I'll give you that *laughs*

Sirius: just when I thought I see the day you wouldn't smile you should do it more it makes you beautiful *smiles*

Luci: no that's a one show only you'll need a ticket *walks away*

Sirius: alright how about I take you out

Luci: nope

Sirius: stay at your house

Luci: what are ya a stalker *raises an eyebrow*

Sirius: fine howww aboutttt looking under the stars at the black lake

Luci: seems fine to me

Sirius: perfect

- you would be the type of person to not really want to be in the conflict of the two trying to impress you.

Draco: I have money Luci and reputation~

Sirius: I don't what you like but I'll try something for ya love~

- marrying one of them would be rather interesting. Marrying Draco would be in front of his manor as the parents like you they see you fitting. Your child would have his blonde hair and your eyes.

- marrying Sirius would be in front of the order as everyone gathers. Tonks would support you with Remus. Your child would have his eyes and your hair.

For marvel I ship you with:

Loki 🐍

- you both have that kind of chemistry that fits well his fun exterior with your cold persona he would try hard to impress you.

- you would be a queen and a fine one at that he would be the god of mischief. You would be a human queen.

- he first met you on a mission your personality attracted him he couldn't tell why. Something about you just clicked.

- your very sarcastic with him if he tries to kidnap you. He would try to learn your ways either proposing to be his queen or trying to get you in his army as a side kick.

- you have quite the wicked tounge even when Loki is on the down low he would try to trick you into becoming his queen.

- you have quite the beauty as well even attracting Tony. Loki makes sure he doesn't get to close however.

- you decide to be the queen of the Underworld.

- you have a wedding with him in his dimension. Your the enemy of the avengers. You child is a demi god with his hair and powers and your eyes.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta ta 💫

#marvel matchup #marvel matchups open #Harry Potter matchup #Harry Potter matchup open

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laurasimonsdaughter · 5 years

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Never steal from a faerie...

On the whole, faerie heritage was quite easy to hide. Nowadays most people tried to pretend that anyone of that kind had died out anyway. Nobody could deny they had existed once, but that didn’t stop people from saying that they didn’t exist anymore. That was advantageous. It’s much easier to hide in plain sight if the people looking don’t really want to see you.

Jeanne knows that the average customer would rather not believe in fae and they take full advantage of that. Their little café is as popular as it is tiny and most of the regulars have no idea that it’s the magic in the food and drink that keeps them coming back. Not that Jeanne actually makes them come back. They don’t lay spells on people, they pride themself in that. All they use is a little glamour…and a little glamour goes a long way. Some of the customers do actually taste the burst of happiness Jeanne bakes into their pastries, but that doesn’t mean that they can tell the difference between faerie magic and the other glimpses of ancient power that some people are still born with.

Which is good, because when they do believe in it, faerie magic freaks people out. Jeanne doesn’t resent this, but it does make them smile sometimes. Or the way people talk about it does at least. The days of faerie rings are long gone. They have never lived in a grassy mound with a hawthorn growing on its top. They live in a little apartment above their café, like so many people do. And they don’t wish themself back in the old days either. Jeanne likes the city and they love their shop.

Because faeries make deals, that’s what they’re all about, and Jeanne makes a deal with every customer that walks through their door. They offer the shimmer of the silver and gold that they earned and Jeanne gives them the food and drink they crafted with their own hands. That is the deal and Jeanne honours it, for a faerie is never in debt. This way they can make countless deals, countless trades a day. They smile at every customer and everyone smiles back, because far away in their mortal subconscious, they know they ought to. It’s wonderful. Jeanne loves their life among the mortals. Loves to be surrounded by the bustle of the city. And adores to see the same happy faces coming back to their counter week after week.

They have favourites, of course. The three young men that come in with laptops, books and pamphlets every Friday for instance. They are always friendly, always full of conversation, and their backpacks are adorned with pride buttons. Jeanne likes them. Just like they’re always pleased to see the two girls that treat each other to scones most Wednesdays. They are here again today. Jeanne is watching them laugh and talk together. One of them, a tall brunette, is nicknamed Principessa, Jeanne has learned. She always comes in with a lovely plump girl with bubble-gum-pink hair, who they presume is her girlfriend. Or girlfriend-to-be, perhaps. Jeanne is still discretely watching them when the shop bell rings and a small crowd of semi-regulars comes in. Jeanne turns back to the counter, smile at the ready, when they stop breathing for a full second.

Coming in behind the group of chattering women is the prettiest mortal Jeanne has ever seen. For a moment they doubt whether he really is mortal, so graceful are his movements. The young man is tall, clad all in black, and has such a striking combination of fair skin and dark features that it makes Jeanne’s heart ache. He moves with ease and confidence and the faint smirk around his lips looks as if it never leaves him.

“Luce!” Principessa suddenly calls out.

The smirk turns into a grin as the young man joins her table, kissing both her and the pink-haired girl on the cheek in greeting and suddenly Jeanne understands. For the first time in their life they know why their ancestors played their flutes in the dark woods just at the edge of hearing and wove spells in the moonlight. Because of mortals like this.

It takes all their willpower to serve their customers with a tolerable appearance of care and attention, because the young man named Luce has risen from his seat and is joining the queue. They try to keep their eyes on the hot chocolates they’re making, but the tall, dark shape is still at the edge of their vision.

The three women that placed the order are still counting out their money when Luce steps past them and leans on the counter.

“Double espresso, please,” he says.

“Nothing else?” Jeanne asks, their eyes firmly fixed on him now that they finally have an excuse. His eyes are green. So green…

Luce glances over the various piles of freshly baked goods displayed both on the counter and behind the glass and shakes his head. “No thanks.”

Jeanne would be offended, but that grin…

“I’ll get you your coffee then,” they say, turning away. When they turn back, Luce is still leaning against the counter nonchalantly, while the women laughingly hand over a handful of coins.

“We always forget to hit the ATM before we come here.”

Jeanne’s café is the last cash-only place left on the block. Because it’s the shimmer that counts as well as the value and even paper money has a glitter to it.

“It’s really Manou’s fault this time,” one of them says conversationally, but Jeanne isn’t listening.

Luckily they don’t seem to mind. They move to a table by the window, chatting happily all the while.

“Here’s your espresso,” Jeanne says, turning back to Luce.

He takes his hands out of the pockets of his leather jacket. It looks expensive. Jeanne doesn’t like leather much, but he wears it well. Very well. “Thanks,” he hums and he flashes them another grin.

Jeanne watches him take the cup and walk back to his friends. They barely manage to swallow a sigh. No spells. They aren’t allowed any spells. Not even a little hint of magic mixed into the coffee to suggest coming back. They promised themself they’d never do that, to anyone…

Soberly they return to stacking the clean cups. Every now and again their eyes inevitably drift in the direction of the table where Luce sits with the two girls. They seem to be having a good time, only Luce is sitting with his back to the counter, so Jeanne can’t really tell. After a while the two girls get up.

“You coming?”

Jeanne lets out a breath. He’s leaving and the thought alone makes them miserable, but at least they’ll get to see his face again as he turns.

To their surprise, however, Luce hesitates and then shakes his head. “You go ahead.”

Jeanne feels a flutter in their stomach. He is staying behind? Alone?

“Okay,” Principessa shrugs. “See you!” And she leaves with her pink-haired companion.

Luce seems to shift in his seat uncomfortably, but then he chooses a new spot in the corner and picks up one of the magazines scattered around the tables. Jeanne considers going up to him to ask if he wants something else to drink, but they decide against it.

Customers come and go, the chatty trio of women leaves, and still Luce remains. Sometimes he gets up and walks through the café as if he’s about to leave…but then he doesn’t. Jeanne is watching him more often than not now, but Luce never looks in their direction.

“Enjoy your muffins!” Jeanne smiles at the old man with the friendly eyes that comes in once a week just to buy some pastries to take home. They’re pretty sure he buys them for his sister.

“We always do,” the man replies happily and he gently closes the door behind him, leaving the café empty for the first time that day.

Well, empty apart from Luce, who is still sitting in the corner. Jeanne makes a decision and speaks up:

“Hey, can I get you anything? I do sandwiches too…”

Luce’s head snaps up from the magazine that he clearly hasn’t actually been reading, because he hasn’t progressed at all. He tensely glances around the now deserted café and then quickly gets to his feet. “No,” he says, his voice oddly strained. “You can’t get me anything. You can do something for me.”

Jeanne raises their eyebrows. They’re not sure they like that tone of voice. Pretty as he may be, he does not get to order them about. “And what might that be?” they say, crossing their arms.

Luce walks up to the counter with long, almost threatening strides. “Let me leave,” he says roughly.

Jeanne blinks in surprise. “Let you–”

“I can’t leave,” Luce snaps. “You did something to me. I can feel it.”

A spark of panic ignites in Jeanne’s chest and they hurriedly feel around for their own magic. They hadn’t– They couldn’t have. Weaving a spell takes effort and concentration, they couldn’t have done it unconsciously.

“You can look sweet all you want, I’ve been to the hidden places in Paris,” Luce growls, leaning towards Jeanne across the counter. “I know magic when I feel it.”

Jeanne lifts their eyes to his and something clicks. When they speak again their voice is sunk, suddenly calm and nearly triumphant. This isn’t their fault.

“Then,” they say deliberately. “You should have known better, than to steal from a faerie.”

...

[This little bit of urban fantasy turned into a whole book! I made it into an ebook that is free to download (link in my bio)!

You want a cute romance between a curious nonbinary faerie and a charming trans boy with knowledge of magic and thieving fingers? This is it~ ]

#fantasy #urban fantasy #fae #faeries #romance #writers on tumblr #laura writes #faerie rules #coffee and faerie cakes #my book!#laura drabbles #magical realism #faerie #nonbinary representation #trans representation #nblm romance

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hopeswriting · 4 years

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FANDOM: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

EVENT: Flufftober 2020

PROMPT: Love Notes

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting

RATING: G

PAIRING: Adult!Nonbinary!Viper & Adult!Luce

SUMMARY:

Viper comes back to their hotel room after an exhausting mission, and it’s not home but Luce’s little notes help with that.

WORDS: 782

Viper drags themself inside their hotel room, gets rid of the “Do Not Disturb" sign Luce’s men left behind. They sweep the room with their Mist flames to make sure no one else trespassed.

Viper collapses on the bed, and winces at how their body protests the rough treatment. The mission dragged on longer than planned, and was a lot more physical than they’re comfortable with and used to.

They have nothing broken as far as they can tell, but they’ll be nicely bruised come morning at the very least.

Viper mists the letter they walked on in their hand, sends a burst of Mist flames into the Giglio Nero seal to open it.

They squint to see through the dark.

Congrats on a job well done! If you’re in bed right now, please go take care of your wounds first. No, they can’t wait. Also no, don’t you dare touch the phone. Your client will remember to pay you just fine on their own, or else. Did you eat something? At the very least drink something, there’s a tray for you on the bedside table. If you did all that already, congrats, I’m proud of you! I wish you a good, restful night. Take care. If not for you, then for me. Luce, xoxo

Viper sighs, goes limp on the bed. They just want to pass out, but it’s the worst waking up with aching muscles, right behind waking up with a dry throat and an empty stomach.

They can’t bother eat anything though. They sit grumbling, pour themself a glass of water.

They open the letter on the tray.

Congrats for a job well done! This tray is just for you, help yourself to your heart content. Did you take care of your wounds? No, they can’t wait tomorrow. Besides, I’m sure you’ll take care of them in no time, come on. Consider taking a bath too! Do you feel too tired? Then maybe you should eat a little something. You know a night bath always put you in a better mood on mornings of return from missions. Take care. If not for you, then for me. Luce, xoxo

Viper groans, falling back on the bed. They bury their face into the first pillow they get their hands on, but now of course they can’t forget the thought of a nice, warm, scented night bath.

They very much deserved it too.

And they need to take a look at their wounds.

They roll on the bed slowly, which is an incredibly bad idea as their body makes it very clearly known, but they really can’t bother doing any more efforts right now.

Viper floats themself to the bathroom, but realizes then they just can’t mist themself in there.

They take off their coat, run a bath while they take care of their wounds.

They find another letter in the cupboard with the first aid kit.

Congrats for a job well done! You’re taking care of your wounds, I’m very proud of you! And while you’re in the bathroom, consider taking a nice, relaxing, rewarding bath? You’ll find sea salt somewhere. Verse a dozen of drops of essential oils on a spoonful of it, and puts it in your bath. You’ll thank me later. Do not fall asleep in the bath. Take care. If not for you, then for me. Luce, xoxo

Viper almost does fall asleep in the bath.

It wouldn’t have been the first time, and won’t be the last, but a jolt of pain from a wrong move brings them back to the real world.

They get out of the bath like they’re saying good bye forever to their lover, prepare themself for bed only half awake.

They slip under the blankets at long last, a towel around their hair, and sigh contentedly, fetching the letter under the pillow.

Congrats for a job well done! Did you take care of your wounds? Ate something? Drank something? It’s okay if you didn’t, but make sure you do that first things first come morning, alright? Please let us know if you need any help or anything else. I hope you’re okay, but I’m sure you are. I wish you a good, restful night. See you soon! Take care. If not for you, then for me. Luce, xoxo

Viper finishes reading the letter with half-lidded eyes. They yawn, slip the letter back under the pillow to not damage it during the night.

They nuzzle the pillow, a little smile pulling on their lips.

Really, Luce always worry too much every time, as if she’s not the one being pregnant.

Viper will shoot her a text first things first upon waking up.

I hope Luce doesn’t come off as condescending lol. Or stalkerish. She just cares a lot, and really, someone has to take care of these for-too-long lone wolves.

It’s all consensual in any case.

Thank you for reading! Any and all review are appreciated ^^.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr fanfic #flufftober 2020 #khr viper | mammon #khr luce #love notes #viper & luce #so this could have obviously been a romantic prompt #but apparently i'm more of a gen writer uh?#which i don't mind at all

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penzyroamin · 4 years

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Hi I know it’s been a bit but I’m the confused bi anon. I really really appreciated your response and it wasn’t too long. You made me feel a lot better. I was wondering if you could maybe suggest some books, tv, movies with bi female characters. Thanks soo much for the entire last response . You are absolutely incredible and so sweet. This means more to me than you could ever know❤️

of course!! i’m glad that my first response helped <3

disclaimer of course: i’m not bi! so i’m not an Authoritative Source on bi rep and what people want to see more of. i do actively seek out stuff about lgbtq+ characters, specifically girls and women, so i have some recs! however, i’ll also be adding some things that some bi folks i know have recommended because while lesbians and bi women have a lot in common, these are at the end of the day representing them, not me :)

extra-super favorites will be bolded! i’m putting this under a read more because... i read a lot of books. and recommended a lot of them.

books:

her royal highness by rachel hawkins-- this book is a pretty easy read-- don’t expect any massive revelations about life from it, and you’ll have a good time!!! essentially, a bi texan girl named millie, after having her heart broken by her friend-turned-sort-of-gf, goes to boarding school in scotland and ends up rooming with the princess, flora. if this sounds outrageous and sappy, that’s because it is! and i love it! sexuality isn’t a BIG part of this book, but it’s discussed, and it’s just a generally fun enemies-to-lovers story about a bi aspiring geologist and a no-fucks-to-give lesbian princess and them falling in love!

fried green tomatoes at the whistle stop cafe by fannie flagg-- hello this is actually my favorite book! unlike hrh it is... a LOT to read. it essentially follows 2 stories-- one about a housewife named evelyn and her friendship with an old woman named ninny threadgoode who she meets at the old folks home her mother-in-law stays at, and the other about the stories ninny tells her about her sister-in-law idgie and her partner, ruth. the book was published in 1987, and ruth and idgie’s story is set during the great depression, so they aren’t actively labeled as lesbian or bi, but it’s made obvious enough through coding and the fact that ruth has relationships with men prior to idgie while idgie spends her entire childhood pining after ruth. both storylines are fantastic-- they have a lot to say about the lives of southern women in the 30s and 80s, and about race relations at both periods. i’ll warn you that there are depictions of extreme racism and of abuse, but it handles both delicately. it’s a critical piece of southern literature, and a landmark for lgbtq+ storytelling. as a bonus, my copy has a bunch of great recipes in the back, so if you read it you might chance upon an edition with those in it. if you like poignant period pieces about wlw relationships, women losing their damn minds, and abusive men getting what they deserve, this is the book for you! you will sob. this is a fair warning.

you should see me in a crown by leah johnson-- i haven’t personally read this one, but i’ve heard great things about it from everyone i know who has! an anxious black bi girl in indiana has to win prom queen at her mostly-white school in order to get enough scholarship money to go to the college of her dreams, but ends up falling for mack, another girl running for queen.

@landlessbud wanted me to shout out red, white, and royal blue by casey mcquinston-- you’ve almost definitely heard about it before (first son and prince of wales, enemies-to-lovers with a side dish of political drama), and it is primarily about a mlm romance, but nora is a fabulously fun bi girl side character and there’s a lot of great stuff about figuring out your sexuality in it.

leah on the offbeat by becky albertalli-- i’ve read a lot of complex thoughts on this book, and mine are... i like it! it’s flawed, sure, and i wish it had handled a few things a little better, but you know what? it’s cute as fuck! leah is a fat bi drummer, and she’s super cool! abby is a great love interest, and she goes through a whole bi realization throughout the book. all in all, it’s just a fun wlw high school romcom with a couple solid dramatic beats and a lot of goofball shenanigans. also, if you were an american girl kid??? one scene in this book will make the entire experience worth it for you.

harley quinn: breaking glass by mariko tamaki and steve pugh-- hey, we’re in graphic novel territory now! this book is RAD. a really neat look at gentrification, community solidarity, giving people what they deserve, and fantastic lgbtq+ found families. teenage harleen quinzel is taken in by a group of drag queens, and is caught between two sort-of love interests-- mysterious vigilante the joker and classmate and community activist ivy-- and the different forms of protest and resistance they represent. the art here is STUNNING, and it’s a great read!

laura dean keeps breaking up with me, by the great mariko tamaki with art by rosemary valero-o’connell-- the vast majority of the characters are lgbt, with a lesbian main character, and the supporting cast including a bi nonbinary character, a bi girl character, and two mlm characters! this is mostly a piece about modern lgbtq+ teenagers and the way toxic relationships take over our lives. it’s one of the most cathartic things i’ve read in a LONG time, and especially if you’re at a point where your sexuality feels kind of vague, this is a great read because it embraces that vagueness by not needing to clearly label the characters and celebrates whatever point of clarity the characters are at. probably some of the most gorgeous art i’ve ever seen in a book, with a beautiful black-white-and-pink color scheme and a really neat approach to visual storytelling.

movies:

i don’t watch many movies, because i get bored really quickly hskdhskhds. but the movies i DO watch are usually gay!

wowie zowie its fried green tomatoes again!-- fannie flagg came back to adapt this into a film and HOT DAMN is it just as good. the plot is primarily the same, with some stuff obviously cut or trimmed to make it a two hour movie instead of a 450 page books fhsjdhsjhds. mary-louise parker plays ruth!!! it got a GLAAD award and an oscar nomination, and god it’s good. there are a couple scenes in here that i think are going to be in my mind until the day i die. the level of pure butch energy that idgie radiates in this film is a one-hit k.o. and it KILLS me.

birds of prey-- listen. this is not a profound movie. harley’s bisexuality isn’t emphasized, and romance is basically nonexistent in this movie. there is some... quite graphic violence. that said, this movie is so fucking fun. it’s mostly just a bunch of women fucking up everyone who crosses them while margot robbie gives a gleeful performance that you can just TELL she enjoyed the fuck out of. the last 20-30 minutes of this movie are the absolute best part, with a long sequence that kind of reinvented what an action/superhero movie could be for me. again, bisexuality isn’t a massive part of this-- it’s mentioned, and then harley just continues on in her gloriously campy outfits and breaks peoples’ knees. again, i CANNOT overemphasize just how fucking good the last 20-30 minutes are. this movie knows what it is and it embraces it. also, women beating people up in costumes that don’t horrifyingly objectify them is always a plus!

imagine me & you-- i’d be remiss if i didn’t mention this one, considering it’s probably one of the most iconic wlw romcoms. a woman named rachel, while at her own wedding, meets a florist named luce, and they fall in love. it’s a very sweet look at questioning your sexuality when you were already secure in it, and rachel’s husband wins “most genuinely understanding guy in a wlw movie” award. it has a lovely happy ending, and articles have been written about the importance of rachel being a bi character who a) gets a happy ending and b) isn’t shamed for figuring out her sexuality later on or slutshamed. this is just... a sweet movie. it’s the romcom a lot of us need in our lives. also, a LOT of floral imagery.

tv shows:

ok, i’ve got a confession. i reaaaaaaally don’t watch much tv. seriously, the only shows i’ve watched a substantial amount of recently have been parks and rec, schitt’s creek, the good place, and gilmore girls. i have a really REALLY short attention span.

that said, eleanor from the good place is bisexual!! the good place is a really wild ride, it’s half afterlife comedy half philosophical musing, and it will almost certainly make you gasp, laugh, think, and also probably cry. also, eleanor is just buckets of fun and she, like many of us, is often blown away by tahani (jameela jamil) and her beauty.

ummm shows i haven’t watched entirely or at all but that have bi women in them and seem pretty good: black lightning, sex education, jane the virgin, arrow.

if you haven’t already watched it, do not believe what people are going to tell you about watching glee. it will drag you into a pit of despair and white men rapping, and it’s quite biphobic to top it all off.

i hope you enjoy at least some of these!! i tried to include some of my own favs and some that were pointed out to me, so i hope that at least a couple connect with you and make you feel better. again, the bolded ones are my 100% favorites. i love you and i’m glad you reached out again!!! feel free to send some more asks later on <3

#asks #anon #bi anon #ily <3 <3 i hope these help #if anyone wants to add please do!! specifically bi women of color since theres a shortage of them in fiction and media #dont talk abt b/9/9 though id like to not praise diversity in a show glorifying cops

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Maybe you could do something about JD? Like they do something extraordinary sweet for MC? Like she has a dream she gave up for Grace or something and they do something to make it happen. Like a Fox5 Suprise Squad type thing?

I had to look up the Fox5 Surprise Squad because I legit had no idea what it was. And then I spent an hour crying over various videos. Note, this as well is something I based off a girl I knew in high school who did, in fact, win several competitions for baking and cake decorating. I have no idea if anyone else does it, but in Canada, we have Skills competitions for things like baking, sewing and all that stuff in schools that competed across the country.

“You’re really good at this,” JD said to MC as she iced a cake they had made for Mothman and Roshni after they’d convinced Razi to invite them over to try and get the two together. When they finally kissed, everyone had begun cheering. And of course JD had wanted to make a cake for them, something MC had cackled over.

“Hmm?” MC asked, half paying attention to her datefriend.

“Baking, icing, all that stuff.” JD waved a hand around. MC chuckled.

“Well you’re looking at regional champion during high school for baking,” MC laughed. JD whistled in shock. “I went to Nationals but came in at like twentieth?”

“Out of how many though? This is amazing!” JD looked at the cake which had a picture of Mothman and Roshni carefully pipped onto it, the two hugging on the cake.

“Thanks. You know, I was accepted into culinary school.” MC laughed, brushing a lock of hair out of her face with her forearm.

“No shit? Why didn’t you go?” JD asked. MC shrugged.

“I got the acceptance after my year of travel. I was going to go but…” she trailed off and JD frowned, remembering what happened after that. Her grandmother died and she came back to Havenfall for Grace.

“Aren’t there some programs up in Indianapolis you could take?” JD asked slowly. “Bit of a drive but don’t most like only last a couple weeks? Or whatever?”

“Those are expensive and I can’t afford that much time off work, even with Grace having a full ride,” MC replied. She put down her piping bag and stretched her fingers. “Alright, I think we’re done for now. I’ll add more details when the icing is more set.” She picked up the cake carefully and JD opened the fridge so she could slide it in. She then gave them a kiss on the lips, a quick one.

“Wanna have fun with the rest of the icing?” they asked with a filthy smirk.

“Later,” MC responded. She grinned. “I’m planning something with it a little more fun then you can.” She winked at their face. “What? I traveled for a year and picked up tricks from various people I met.” JD laughed in joy, but the thought stayed with them. Even as they gave Mothman and Roshni the cake with the phrase ‘Congrats on the Kiss!’ on it and had to hide from the both, laughing. Even as they did have fun with the icing later.

She had given up something she loved for her sister.

-0-

They had no idea what possessed them to do this, sitting in their room with a camera pointed to their face.

“Hey. Um… I’m JD. Uh, Jordan Davies. I live in Havenfall and… this is so stupid.” They sighed. “My girlfriend, Martha Conners- she goes by MC- is the most amazing person I’ve ever known. She lost her parents young and gritted her teeth before pressing on. She won these competitions for baking and loved it so much. When she graduated high school she took a year off to travel and saw so much. She got accepted into culinary school but… her grandmother died and she had her sister to look after. Grace was fourteen and… I have no idea why but MC and Grace are like pariahs here. Everyone hates them and we don’t know why. But Grace would have gone into foster care and MC wasn’t having that. So she came back to a town that hated her and got a job at the bowling alley- which is where she and I met.” JD let out a breath and closed their eyes. “They went beyond and above everything when this complete a- no, wait, no swearing. When this jerk I knew came back to torment me. She helped me get him out of town and when my dad showed up to force me to go home- and let me tell you my dad is the worst. Like, I was forced to stay in his home for months and she managed to get me out, she fought so hard so I could be okay. When my psycho ex showed up, she made sure I was alright even when Nessie came after her with a knife and…” JD covered their eyes.

“I know Fox isn’t the most friendly to queer couples, and I’m nonbinary while she’s bi and… I just want her to smile. I want her to be able to go and… take a class in baking like she wants. I want her to be able to expand her dream and this is so stupid.” JD sighed. “I just want her to be happy.” They stopped the video and sent it in without thinking.

Wouldn’t happen. But it was a try.

-0-

JD got a call a few weeks later.

“Yo, this is JD,” they said into the phone as they played video games. MC was out with her sister who had come back to town for a visit along with her girlfriend.

“JD? This is Amy. I’m with the Fox5 Surprise Squad.” JD froze.

“…Yeah?”

“Yeah! We got your video and… well, I think we can help.”

-0-

Razi and JD traded grins as MC swept the bowling alley, giving them a dirty look at their faces.

“What the hell is going on with you two?”

Just then, the door opened to reveal a woman in a red dress and cameras walking in.

“Hi, Martha Conners?” the woman asked. MC was frozen, eyes wide.

“Uh… yeah…” she said slowly.

“We’re the Fox5 Surprise Squad, and we got an interesting call from your… datefriend, is that right?” the woman looked to JD who nodded. “You’ve been doing a lot haven’t you?”

“…I… I’ve just been doing what’s needed.” MC said slowly. The woman smiled at her.

“Can you give me a bit of a story about yourself and your sister?” Grace appeared from behind the cameras, waving while Gwen stood behind her. Grace grinned and winked at MC who stared in shock.

“I… I… um… I lost my parents young and this town… doesn’t like us. i don’t know why… but our grandma took us in and we’ve just been working hard.” said MC slowly.

“You came back after a year of traveling, right?” the woman asked.

‘Yeah. My grandma died and… my sister, she didn’t have anyone. I had to stay with her. I couldn’t let her go into foster care but… I couldn’t afford to go to school and take care of her. My scholarship didn’t cover more then dorm rooms.” MC admitted. “So I came back here- we have a house and stuff but my grandmother’s cancer took a lot of money from us and I managed to land a job here- where I did meet some amazing people.” she gestured to Razi and JD who both grinned.

“And then some difficult stuff with your datefriend happened, right?” The woman asked. “Some nasty stuff from their past?” MC nodded slowly while JD winced. “You stayed with them though.”

“I… my sister was targeted by one of them and JD just… did everything they could to help. And honestly, I’d been in love with them for a while though I didn’t say it and… I could never think about leaving them. I love them so much.” MC shrugged and smiled at JD who smiled right back.

“Well, we think that’s amazing… and we want to give to you something.” A red box was given to MC who stared at it before taking it. “Go on, open it.”

MC opened it before gasping in shock. “I…”

“That is a full funding for a program that is occurring in Las Vegas. It’s a year long and it offers you a certificate that can land you in any kitchen in the country.” MC covered her mouth, tears prickling in her eyes.

“Oh my god,” MC said into her hand. The woman laughed.

“We’ve also got something else- we’ve heard from your sister your truck is… rather old.”

“It’s one second from breaking down and has before in pretty bad situations,” MC admitted. JD winced and looked down at that, drawing a few eyes. No one said anything though.

“Well, I want you to meet someone…”

-0-

MC was sobbing her eyes out, staring at the new truck in front of her. so many people were watching on the street, Luce looking out from the dinner.

“You’re going to need this,” said the CEO of Nissan. “And it does include a proper set of equipment so you can load up JD’s bike.” JD jerked and then grinned, having not expected that. MC was still crying before she turned and ran to them, hugging them so tightly.

JD hugged right back.

#writing prompt

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