#maybe I'll do other flowers too if I find out what exactly are

[jetii]

So excited you are taking requests! I love your work ❤! Could I request a S(ish)FW (language and innuendos ok, basically anything except actual smut) with Prompt #56? I was thing fem Jedi!reader and Crosshair having a snarky/flirting conversation post mission? Maybe leads up to implied sexy times, I'll leave that up to you.

This prompt was so Crosshair lol thank you for requesting it!

Grateful

Pairing: Crosshair x Jedi!Reader

Words: 3,132

Tags/Warnings: fluff, canon-typical violence, arguing as a form of flirting, a gratuitous amount of swearing, some making out but nothing too crazy

Prompt: 56. “I-I don’t know if I want to yell at you or fuck you.” / “Surprisingly that is not the first time I’ve heard that.”

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“Eyes up, General.” Crosshair's smooth voice sounds in your ear. “You’ve got company.”

You quickly pocket your datapad, taking a look around the forest. You don't see anything, and you look up at the tree where you know Crosshair is perched, the tip of his rifle just barely poking through the leaves. 

"How many?" you ask, keeping your voice low.

"Just one, but it's a big one."

You take another look around the trees. "Where is it? I don't see anything."

"You will."

“That’s not helpful,” you grumble, turning back to your datapad, tapping on the screen to wake it back up. The screen lights up, and you go back to your notes, continuing your read through as you walk through the woods, your eyes flicking up every so often to glance around you.

Nothing.

Your eyes focus back on the datapad. You’re still searching for an elusive herb that is supposedly native to this planet, one which is a rare and valuable medicinal ingredient. It’s not uncommon for Jedi and other medics to search for them, though it was a pain to do so. Making matters more complicated was that this planet was so far removed from the Republic that you were risking getting into trouble just by being here. 

The natives had yet to be contacted by the Republic, so your presence was an unknown to them. You don't even know if they're civilized enough to communicate with you, and if they were, whether or not they'd be hostile to you.

What you do know is that you’d be punished if you were caught on this planet without permission, and the last thing you wanted was to be sent to the AgriCorps. Again.

Crosshair, of course, thinks you're stupid for even thinking about searching for this herb. He had made a point to tell you exactly what he thought as the two of you set off earlier this morning. You’d left Tech and Echo behind to repair the ship’s systems, while the two of you went out to explore, Hunter and Wrecker doing the same in the opposite direction.

Crosshair was less than pleased at the idea, but he'd agreed to go with you anyway, even if his reasoning was more to ensure you wouldn’t get yourself killed.

As much as you hated to admit it, the sniper was probably right. Your chances of actually finding this herb was slim. You'd spent several days searching for it already, and your only reward was sore feet and an empty vial. You didn't even know how the plant was supposed to look, other than the brief description provided to you by a Jedi Master who had been on this planet before and some poor quality photos.

Small, white, fragrant flowers. Leaves long and thin, shaped like a star, growing in groups of five.

You were sure there was plenty of vegetation that matched the description on this planet. Hell, it was a forest, and it seemed like everything was green. The only problem was finding the right one.

You had no idea how long you had until the flower stopped blooming, and the plant lost its medicinal value. If you didn't find it soon, you'd have to leave, and then you'd be forced to return home empty handed, without the rare herb and with no explanation as to why you'd returned without it.

And worse, Crosshair would be proven right.

The thought of that alone was enough to make you want to find the damn thing.

You walk a few steps farther, pausing at a small clearing in the forest. You glance at your datapad again, checking your notes, then scan the ground for any sign of the flower.

"It's not there."

You look up. You don't see Crosshair anywhere.

"Where are you?" you ask.

"Behind you."

You turn and look, and you still can't see him. "Well, if you're going to criticize my choices, the least you could do is get down here and help."

"I am helping. By keeping you alive."

You scowl. "Where the hell are you?"

"You should really watch your language, General."

You roll your eyes. "Come down here and help me," you say.

"Help you with what?"

You jump and turn, letting out a surprised yelp when you see Crosshair standing next to you, the butt of his rifle resting on the ground, one hand resting on it, the other on his hip. His helmet is still on, and you're unable to read his expression. You hadn't heard him approach, and it had startled you, enough so that your hand had gone to the lightsaber at your waist.

"What is wrong with you?" you demand.

He tilts his head. "I didn't realize you were so jumpy.”

"Yeah, well, if you weren't always hiding in trees and making creepy comments, I wouldn't be," you grumble, releasing your hold on your saber one finger at a time.

"If I wasn't always watching your back, you'd be dead," he retorts.

"Yeah, yeah," you mutter. "You're the only reason we're not all dead."

"You're welcome."

You let out a sigh and roll your eyes. You’re sure he’s smirking underneath his helmet, and you're not entirely sure how you feel about it. There's something about him that irritates you, that gets under your skin, but he's also the only one on the squad that seems to pay attention to you. And he does a good job of it, too.

It's strange, really, because he seems to notice things about you that nobody else does. He knows when you're annoyed, or upset, or when you need to eat. He can tell when you're not sleeping well, or when you're tired, or when you're distracted. And when you're focused, like now.

The two of you spend a moment staring at each other, neither of you saying anything. You can practically see the smirk on his face, and you narrow your eyes, not trusting him. He's the most unpredictable member of the squad, and he always seems to catch you off guard. He seems to take great pride in it, too, and you don't appreciate it.

"Whatever," you finally say, turning back to your datapad and looking at it again. The description of the herb and its supposed medicinal value was all well and good, but the picture of the plant was very generic. It looked like pretty much every plant in this damn forest.

"Do you actually have any idea what you're looking for?" he asks, stepping up next to you.

You give him a withering look, and he just stares back at you.

"No," you hiss. He chuckles, a low, warm sound that makes your skin prickle. "You wanna tell me what's so funny?"

"Not really," he says, his helmet turning towards you.

"Asshole," you mutter, turning away from him and scanning the ground. He's still staring at you, and the feeling of his eyes on you makes your skin crawl. "Do you mind?"

"No," he replies, his voice low. His helmet tilts to the side as he watches you, and you can feel your cheeks growing warm. He's close, and it makes you feel uneasy, but you don't back down, and he doesn't move.

“Look, if you don't want to be here, you can leave," you say, turning to him, your voice rising.

He takes a step closer, and you have to fight the urge to back away. You stand your ground, and he leans closer, the black visor of his helmet mere inches from your face.

He scoffs. “And get blamed when you disappear and die on this planet? No thanks."

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

He shrugs. "Wouldn't matter to me," he says. "But I like to think of myself as a loyal soldier. Wouldn't leave a comrade behind, no matter how idiotic the mission. Or the person.”

You roll your eyes. He's just trying to piss you off, and he's succeeding.

"You're insufferable," you hiss. "Get lost, and stop following me. That's an order."

He chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Can't," he says. "I'm stuck with you."

"Why?"

He doesn't answer, just shrugs.

"Then just leave," you mutter, turning and walking away. You hear him follow behind, but you don't bother to look. You know he'll keep pace with you.

You walk in silence for a few minutes, before he speaks.

"What exactly are we looking for, anyway?"

"Are you actually going to help, or are you just gonna complain?"

"Complain, probably."

"Then leave."

"Not until you do."

"Ugh," you groan. "Fine. Look for anything with long, thin leaves, and white flowers."

"What does it do?"

"You don't care."

"Probably not, but I'm asking anyway."

"It's for an antidote," you reply. "For a poison. It's very rare, and expensive, and the only way to obtain it is by harvesting the flower. If we can find one with roots in tact, we can bring it back with us and grow our own. But the only place it's grown is here, and the blooming season is only a few days and then it's over."

"Sounds like a lot of trouble," he comments.

"It's worth it," you argue. "This could save thousands of lives."

"So, what do I look for?" he asks. You give him a look, and he shakes his head. "What? You asked for my help. Tell me what to do."

"Fine," you sigh. "The flower is usually found growing at the base of a tree or shrub, and the roots are long and deep, and it has a unique scent."

"Unique how?"

"I don't know, it's like..." You wrinkle your nose, thinking. "Like... honey and mint, I think? It's hard to explain. I don't really smell it myself, but that's what I was told."

Crosshair stares at you for a moment, his hands flexing. He looks like he's contemplating something, but doesn't say anything. Instead, he just turns away, walking into the woods.

"Cross?"

"Keep your eyes open, and don't die," he calls back.

"Where are you going?"

"To find your precious herb," he replies, waving over his shoulder.

You roll your eyes. "Just don't get lost!"

He doesn't answer, disappearing among the trees.

You continue on your way, stopping every so often to check the ground for any sign of the flower, and then move on. The day passes slowly, and you feel yourself getting more and more frustrated. Your frustration only grows when you see the sun starting to set, the sky slowly darkening.

"Fuck," you grumble, turning and heading back in the direction of the ship. Crosshair had left hours ago, and you hadn't seen or heard from him since. You had no idea where he was, or if he was still alive.

"Cross, you there?" you ask, tapping your comm.

Nothing.

"Crosshair, come in."

Still nothing.

You let out a frustrated huff. He was probably fine, but that didn't stop the worry from creeping up inside of you. It wasn't unusual for him to disappear, but you had expected him to stay close to you, especially after insisting that he stick with you.

"Dammit," you growl, turning back around. You're about to call out for him again, when you hear a twig snap behind you. You go still, your hand instinctively going to your lightsaber, and you spin around, igniting it.

You're not prepared for what greets you.

You're met by a massive, six-legged creature, easily three times your size, and twice as wide. It's covered in thick, shaggy fur, its legs ending in sharp talons. It lets out a growl, its teeth bared, saliva dripping from its mouth.

You're frozen in place, your heart pounding. You can't move, your limbs trembling, and you try to think, to find a way out of this, but you can't.

The creature takes a step towards you, its head lowered, and you can feel the air around you shift as it inhales. It's trying to catch your scent.

You grip the hilt of your lightsaber tightly, willing your hands to stop shaking, trying to keep the blade steady. You’ve fought bigger, more dangerous things than this. You can handle it.

You swallow hard, trying to calm your nerves. You can do this. You're a Jedi.

The creature opens its mouth, a low, rumbling growl echoing in the woods. It's almost on top of you now, and you brace yourself, knowing you have to act, or you'll be dead.

You move forward, swinging your lightsaber towards the creature. It reacts immediately, lunging at you.

A loud shot rings through the forest, and the creature stumbles, its head jerking to the side. Another shot, and another, and the creature falls, the life draining from its body.

You stand there for a moment, your lightsaber humming quietly, the smell of the creature's blood filling the air. You can feel your heart beating wildly, and you know you should be relieved, but you're not. You're angry, and terrified.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You could have gotten yourself killed."

Crosshair is standing next to you, his rifle aimed at the creature, his eyes hidden behind the black visor of his helmet. His hands are steady, his finger resting lightly on the trigger, and you can feel the tension radiating off of him.

Okay, now you're furious.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" you demand, glaring at him. "There’s no way the locals didn’t hear that. We're going to be in so much shit."

"That thing was about to kill you, and all you can think about is how much trouble you're going to be in?"

"Yes!"

He lowers his rifle and pulls off his helmet, and you're met with his usual expression of disdain. "You're unbelievable."

"Where the hell were you, anyway?"

"Helping you," he says.

"Bullshit," you hiss. "If you were helping me, we'd have found the damn flower by now."

He holsters his rifle and digs into the pouch on his belt, pulling out a vial and holding it up.

You stare at it for a moment, not believing what you're seeing. It can't be. There's no way.

"Are you kidding me?" you ask, snatching the vial out of his hand and turning it over. Sure enough, inside is a small, white flower, its roots still intact.

"You're welcome."

"This can't be real," you murmur, your eyes widening as you stare at the herb. It's everything you'd hoped for, and more.

"It is," he says.

You turn to him, your mouth hanging open. “I…”

"It's okay," he says, taking the vial back and handing you his helmet. "You can say it."

“I—I don’t know if I want to yell at you or fuck you.” The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them, and you cover your mouth with your free hand, your face burning.

His eyebrows shoot up, and he tilts his head.

“Surprisingly not the first time I’ve heard that," he says, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"It just slipped out," you protest. "I didn't--"

"Sure you did," Crosshair cuts in, taking a step towards you. He's close, so close that you can feel the heat of his breath against your skin, and it makes your knees weak. "I've got that effect on people."

"I hate you," you whisper, unable to look away from him.

"No, you don't," he murmurs, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours.

You gasp, but don't pull away, your eyes fluttering closed as his hands rest on your hips, pulling you against him. His lips are soft, his kiss gentle, and you can't help but kiss him back, your arms wrapping around his neck, his helmet dangling from your fingers.

The two of you are pressed together, his warmth surrounding you, and you melt into his embrace. You're not sure how long you stand there, your lips moving against his, your heart pounding in your chest.

You can't seem to think straight, and all you can focus on is him, his touch, his scent, his taste. He takes a step forward, and you gasp as your back hits a tree, his body pinning you there. He takes advantage of the opportunity, his tongue slipping past your lips, exploring your mouth. You moan softly, and he deepens the kiss, his hands gripping your hips tighter.

Your knees are trembling, and you have to wrap your arms around his neck, afraid that you'll fall. He seems to sense this, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you flush against him. His armor is hard, digging into your skin, and you let out a soft whimper, a sound that makes him smirk against your lips.

He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, his breath hot against your skin. His eyes are dark and hooded, his cheeks flushed, and he's breathing hard. He doesn't speak, just stares at you, his gaze intense.

"Thank you," you finally whisper.

“For the flowers or the kiss?" he asks.

"Both."

He smiles, and it's one of the first genuine smiles you've ever seen from him. He's beautiful, and you can't help but stare at him, his sharp features, his piercing eyes.

"Come on," he says, pulling back and taking your hand. "Let's get back to the ship before the locals figure out we're here. You can show me how grateful you are later."

Your cheeks burn, and you quickly look away, trying to hide the blush that's creeping up your neck. 

"Yeah, yeah," you mutter, rolling your eyes, though you can't help but smile as he takes your hand and tugs you towards the ship. The two of you walk in silence, his fingers laced through yours. He's surprisingly gentle, his touch light, his thumb brushing over your skin.

You're still not entirely sure what to make of him. He's cocky and arrogant, but he's also protective, and attentive. He notices things that others don't, and he does what needs to be done, even when he doesn't want to. And he doesn't let anyone else tell him what to do.

But most of all, he's the one person who's always been there for you. He's the one who's always watched over you, even when you didn't want him to. And even when he's a pain in the ass, you're glad he's there.

You steal a glance at him, and he's looking at you, his expression soft.

"What?" you ask.

"Nothing," he replies, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Just wondering how grateful you're going to be."

You flush, looking away, and he chuckles, squeezing your hand.

"Shut up," you mutter, trying, and failing, to hold back a smile. You can’t deny you’re looking forward to it.

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[blueepink07]

Hello, I really like your milgram analyses!! I thought your flower symbolism posts for yuno and mahiru were super cool >:0 and was wondering if you had any thoughts on the plants/flowers in Shidou's video!

(Rereading your tags you may only be accepting asks about the drinks, if so feel free to disregard this lmao👍)

Hello!! Thank you for liking my analyses! It makes me very happy!

Sorry for replaying so late, but I was a little confused on what specific video are you referring because both of his MVs have a lot of flowers imagery. I picked the second MV, because for the first one there are already many flower theories, so I hope I picked well!

Tbh I tried to find what flowers were on the Columbarium(I think I found two of them but then I gave up lmao, I will put them at the end, maybe someone knows what they are!)

So I decided to pick the flower that makes an appearance both on his door but also MV: the lily of the valley! (hope it's not too disappointing 💔 )

(mentions of murder, death)

~Meaning~

"Lily of the Valley symbolizes a return to happiness and hopefulness"

Considering that this flower is present in both his MV and door, I think it may symbolize Shidou's actual mental state in Milgram. In the first trial, he wanted Es to deem and vote him guilty in order to die and to stop thinking about his feelings of guilt and disgust for his crime. However, he received an innocent verdict and, because of Kotoko's attacks, he finally found a new purpose in his life. "A return to happiness", a hope, a new motive for him to still want to live and help the other prisoners to heal.

(Note: I say all this, but the new timeline post for Kazui's birthday made me a little worried for him. It seems that he is very stressed taking care of Mahiru. While I think he is happy because he found a new reason to live, he seems to overwork himself)

"Lily of the Valley is sometimes associated with sadness and loss because of their presence in many funeral arrangements. Though, the use of the flower in times of hardship is meant to represent the hope that happiness will soon return to those affected by loss or hard times."

This flower also represents Shidou's sorrow for his family loss and it also makes a reference to the Columbarium from his MV. Lily of Valley's are often used in funeral arrangements, so not only his house feels like it's made of death from outside(due to all the dead flowers), but also from inside too(the floor has a lot of Lily of the valley) !

If when he walks on the street he is still cheerful, not emotionally impacted by any deaths, when he comes home and the beautiful family reunion is cut short, the death of his relatives is what makes him realize how hard is to let go of someone. He feels guilty for wanting to cut the dead brain people life's short, when their family members were against it due to the fact that they were still not prepared to give up on them.

"Lily of the Valley spiritually signifies motherhood, humility, and virtue."

"Closely associated with the Virgin Mary, the gorgeous, tear-drop-like blossoms of the Lily of the Valley represent the tears Mary cried at the crucifixion of Jesus."

The motherhood part can symbolize(again) Shidou's deep love for his wife and children.

The story presented in the paragraph associates the lily of the valley with Mary's tears after her son's death. This can easily link with Shidou as his floor is full of these flowers like his tears fell on the ground at the loss of his children.

Virtue -> by standard definition it means to be morally good.

I think this symbolises how Shidou viewed his actions before his family death. He prided himself with his work and tried to save as many people as possible at the expense of the brain-dead people's relatives sorrow. In the second voice drama, he admits that, in the beginning, he believed that his actions were for greater good:

"Es: In the first place, getting involved with organ transplants is part of your job as a doctor. I doubt it’s something that you did out of your own free will.

Shidou: I… I took a lot of pride in my work. I considered it a good deed. I wouldn’t say I didn’t do it out of my own will."

Humility -> freedom from pride or arrogance.

Humility is the word that I'll use to describe Shidou change in demeanor after the incident. After his innocent verdict he started to take care of the injures of Mahiru and Fuuta. His presence in Milgram prison is so important that he actually saved Mahiru's life and continues to monitor her condition, even now, with the most recent timeline conversation. And the reason for why Shidou still wants to live is to solely to care for other prisoners.

Also in the voice drama, he states that he was arrogant. Now, in Milgram prison he tries as much as possible to redeem himself for his past mistakes.

"Es: In exchange for the life of a person who has no option left but to await death, you can save a person who has the chance to live on, right? In that case, you shouldn’t even have to think twice.

Shidou: I thought so, too… arrogant as I was."

"Lily of the Valley has been given as a gift of good luck and prosperity since the early 1500s. When King Charles IX was gifted a lovely Lily of the Valley on May Day, an ancient celebration of the beginning of summer every May 1st, he liked the flower so much that the tradition spread and continues to be upheld even today."

A bit of history, because why not!

Lily of the valley truly has a lot of opposing meanings, but this is what makes it more fun to write about!

These flowers can represent Shidou's wishes to have a healthy and beautiful family. He had a gorgeous wife, wonderful kids and his life was perfect, prosperous how it lasted. Being a doctor means that he had enough money to properly care for his family needs, what he truly needed was good luck... It seems as karma striked and these flowers couldn't protect him anymore...

~Mythology~

"In Greek mythology, Apollo first grew the Lily of the Valley."

"Greek god of the sun Apollo is believed to have sprinkled Lily of the Valley on the forest bed at Mount Parnassus so his darling muses wouldn’t injure their feet as they walked through the forest’s passages."

First, let's state who is Apollo.

"Apollo is a god in Greek mythology, and one of the Twelve Olympians. He is the god of healing, medicine, archery, music, dance, poetry, prophecy, knowledge, light and the sun. He is the leader of the Muses."

We can already see the similarities that god Apollo has with Shidou. They both have an importance in healing and medicine.

Now, into the analysis...

Were do we have lily on the valley in the ground as described in the legend? In Shidou's MV! I interpret it as Shidou's symbol of love for his family. His muses are his wife and children for whom he probably tries to save as many people as possible. I just can imagine how his kids are thinking of their father as a hero for saving so many people lives, and because of that Shidou is trying as hard as he can to fulfill his job as a doctor...

Also, this can also be a symbol of how Shidou maybe never told the bad parts of his work to his family in order to protect them form the horrible and sad truth.

I want to end this with an interesting fact about this flower!

"The flowers, fruit, and leaves contain cardiac glycosides that are dangerous if consumed or ingested by humans and animals and cause symptoms such as irregular heartbeats, vomiting, etc. Make sure to keep these flowers out of reach from small children and animals to keep your loved ones safe from any potential harm."

The lily of the valley is poisonous if eaten! I know that the family doesn't literally consume it, but I think it's interesting because it is kind of death flag. I don't know about you Shidou, but despite that this flower has beautiful meanings, you should reconsider if you want to keep this flower on your floor!!

Jokes aside, I will put here the flowers that (I think) I found. If someone else can recognize other flowers I would be very grateful!!

~Petunia~

~Spiderwort~

~Red/Orange rose~

~Buttercup~

(The little flowers next to the rose)

~Masterwort~

This one... I have many doubts, but it also makes an appearance in Shidou's first MV and I couldn't find any similar flower with this.

Thank you for reading!

~Credits~

https://www.wikihow.com/Lily-of-the-Valley-Symbolism

[aayakashii]

Based on one of Haru's voice lines, in which he implies he is barely eating properly ｡°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡ took matters into my own hands and made the hardworking king eat a bit ( –֊ｰ)✧

I have no idea why I formatted it like this, but I guess I'll be rolling with it

the way to a man's heart is through his stomach

“I ate a few of the snacks I gave to Peekaboo earlier today, so I'm fine!” Haru says with one of his thumbs up, disheveled hair and mud all over his clothes “I promise, I'm not hungry at all, haha!”

“Haru” you say, in a serious and deep tone “You can't keep neglecting your health like this, you know?”

“But I gotta feed all the animals first, dontcha think?” He says, chucking another fruit towards the angry and starving cockatrices that threatened to bite his fingers off if he took even a little bit longer to feed them .

“Well” you say, crossing your arms and quirking an eyebrow “If you fall ill again, then no one's gonna be feeding the animals, dontcha think?”

Haru gasped dramatically “Come on!! I just got sick last time because I got scratched, now check this out” he says, sticking out his arms and twirling on the spot “I am A-okay, no scratches to be seen at a-oof!”

As if on cue, Towa leaped from one of the tall boulders that surrounded the field, straight into Haru's arms, tightly hugging the Captain.

“Towa! I was just showing (y/n) that I have no bruises, it wasn't an invitation for a hug!” Haru gasped, as Towa rubbed his cheek on the top of his head, just like a cat.

You sighed, leaving the two Jabberwock students behind as you trudged back towards their dorm, tired and incredibly frustrated.

Seeing Haru overexert himself on a daily basis caused a pang in your heart. He barely received any help, and it’s not like you could be properly useful either, since each and every animal in this place could snap you in half with just one forceful push, or tear a limb away with just one bite.

So you had to do your best babysitting Peekaboo whenever he needed, lightening up the load the only way you could.

As you opened the door to the Jabberwock dorm, you made a beeline for the kitchen – Ren was out working at the diner, so it would be fine to take a peek at the state of things without prying eyes.

And… how predictable. There was nothing but animal food in the freezer. And in the pantry, and in the cabinets.

You sighed loudly. You kind of could understand Towa not eating – maybe he just… photosynthesized? – but Haru wasn’t as whimsical as your resident fairy boy that could (probably) live on bubbles, sunlight, and flowers. “He still needs to eat, damn it.” you muttered, closing the refrigerator’s door with a bit too much force.

With a strong resolve, you decide to jog your way to your own dorm.

Since you came to Darkwick Academy, the Chancellor had been extremely kind to you. Granted, the dorm WAS a rundown dusty cathedral in the beginning, but he still made his best to fix everything to keep you as safe and comfortable as possible.

Which means: the Chancellor had given you an entire kitchen and a small allowance that let you buy as much food as you needed since the cafeteria wasn’t open 24/7.

You aren’t exactly the best cook in the world, but you could still make your own snacks, if needed. Sho would probably yap endlessly about your lack of culinary ability if he saw you with all hands on deck, but what mattered was getting by.

Therefore, you got to work: separating lettuce, carrots, eggs and every other healthy thing you could find in your inventory, you prepared four well stuffed egg sandwiches: for Towa, Ren, yourself and, of course, Haru.

After packing the food and a bottle of juice, you strode back to the Jabberwock dorm.

After two sandwiches carefully placed in that barren, sad refrigerator, and a stroll back to the field, you found Haru feeding the Capybus with huge leaves as he cooed, admiring the huge animal anomaly.

“Hey, I’m back” you said, making your way back to his side

“Oh! Hello (y/n), where did you go all of a sudden? I’m about to finish giving her this food!”

Ignoring his question, you pointed at a tree a few meters away from the spot “Hm, when you finish, could you go over there? I need to talk to you, so I’ll sit there and wait”

Haru’s face drooped immediately “Eh, okay…? Is everything fine?! Are you upset with something?”

You waved dismissively as you walked towards the tree “Don’t worry, it's nothing! Just don’t keep me waiting too long!”

Haru finished his job quickly and jogged his way to the tree, sitting under the shadow beside you.

“Wh-what’s going on? What did you need to talk about?” he asked, fidgeting, a worried frown on his face.

“Hey, don’t worry, I told you it’s nothing horrible” you laughed “But I want you to do something for me, if possible”

“Oh!” His face immediately lit up. “What is it?”

You opened your bag and placed the toasty sandwich on his lap.

“I want you to eat properly for once”.

Haru blinked at the food, silent.

His prolonged silence made it your turn to fidget uncomfortably “Haru?”

“You made this?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual.

You nodded. “It’s nothing fancy, but I can’t let you waste away while you do everything in here. I can’t do much besides babysitting the little guys, so at least I want to help you in another way… Is this okay? Sorry if I’m crossing a boundary…”

“No, no” Haru shook his head and turned his gaze towards you, smiling softly “It’s… I really appreciate it. It's just – I’m not very used to something this thoughtful. This was a surprise – a good surprise, obviously.” He said, unwrapping his sandwich.

As the scent of food hit his nose, Haru’s stomach growled loudly. “Oh dear” he giggled, sheepishly scratching his head as a blush appeared on his face “I guess you might be starting to know me a little better than myself”.

You laughed as well, but clutched his arm right before he could actually touch the sandwich, holding a finger up “Wait, wait!”

Rummaging through your bag, you fetched a small bottle and sprayed his hands thoroughly “That’s alcohol. Please always clean your hands before eating” you said, solemnly “You might be a ghoul, but your tummy can ache as well”.

Haru stared at you blankly for a moment, then immediately started laughing loudly as he drenched his hands in alcohol.

“You know, people usually say I’m the mother of all these animals, but being on the receiving end does feel kinda good” he said, still laughing happily, making a blush creep up on your cheeks.

“It’s- it’s just hygiene, okay?” you pouted, cleaning your hands as well and grabbing your own sandwich.

“I know, I know” He said, still unable to control his smile “Well, then… Can we dig in?” Haru asked, holding the snack close to his face, mouth wide open as if he was waiting for your okay to take the first bite.

“Let's eat!” You said and Haru immediately chomped his sandwich, taking a big bite “I do hope it's edible enough…” you murmured, eyeing him carefully to gauge his reaction.

After that big bite, Haru let out a loud “Mmh!!” as he chewed, his cheeks puffed like a squirrel who put one too many acorns in their mouth.

“What?? Is it that bad? I'm sorry!”

He eagerly shook his head as he finished chewing, a small piece of chopped carrot still stuck on his chin “No no no, stop selling yourself short!! This tastes great!!”

You let out a sigh of relief and took your first bite, confirming that, indeed, you did a good job with the snacks.

After a few moments of silence as you two snacked together, Haru ate the last bit of his sandwich, letting out a sigh of pure satisfaction.

“Ahhh… that was so good! Thank you so much, honestly.”

“See? And you didn't even notice at all how hungry you were! Here, now drink this” You grabbed the juice bottle you prepared and opened the lid, tilting the container towards him “Drink it while it's still cold, it'll taste a lot better.”

“... You truly prepared all of this for me?” Haru asked, gazing at the bottle.

“Of course I did. I made sandwiches for Ren and Towa too so they wouldn't feel left out, but truthfully, I made it all for…” your voice trailed off as you looked at Haru.

He avoided your gaze, a faint blush tinting his cheeks.

“Um. Yeah” you cleared your throat “I made it all for you. And I will do it more times to make sure you're eating properly! I don't want you to get sick ever again.”

Haru nodded silently. “I'm sorry for worrying you that day…” he mumbled into the now empty juice bottle.

You sighed heavily. “Hey. It's fine, Haru. Just remember there's a lot of people who always want to see you healthy and happy, okay? I'm one of them.”

He nodded once again, then immediately opened his arms out in a stretch, yawning loudly. He let his body fall heavy on the ground, with his head right beside you.

“I really am living in paradise, ain't I? Got this pretty place, cute animals and now even home cooked food…” he yawned again “I'm living the life… or maybe I already died and went to heaven…” he mumbled, almost incoherently.

“Geez Haru, don't say this type of thing!” You almost went for a playful smack on his head, but right as your hand was about to touch him, you noticed Haru had fallen asleep almost immediately after lying down.

Your eyes softened at the sight of his relaxed figure right next to you, and your fingers found their way to his hair, interlocking them with his soft red locks.

Unbeknownst to you, as you watched him sleep soundly and petted him gently, a pair of pink eyes observed you two from afar.

Towa munched on his own sandwich after picking out the egg and leaving only the greens. His eyes were set on the two of you, and he let out an amused giggle.

“Well, well... I wonder if this will become another love story.”

[ewanmitchellconnoisseur]

"𝑨𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒚" - 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 2 Aemond x Reader

A/N: I had not originally planned on this being a series but the Aemond girlies loved the first one so here is a second as a lil gift. //Divider by @firefly-graphics & @cafekitsune

Summary: You wake up to unfortunate circumstances. It only gets worse when you finally get some answers. A dream confirms that whatever chance you had at having a normal life was gone.

TW: Blood, Death.

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Word Count: 3.6k (Not proofread, we die like men 🫡Im also just too tired I'll do it eventually🤣)

You yawned as you sat up in your bed rubbing your eyes. You look over to the spot Aemond was in and simply see a flower. Blushing you reach over and smell the flower.

You look over to the bath on the other side of the room and notice there's no steam coming out of it. You stand up and grab your robe off of the armchair next to your bed.

You walk over to the door after you wrap yourself in the armchair and attempt to open the door. You're shocked when the door doesn't open or move an inch.

"Hello?" You try opening the door again but they don't budge. "Is anyone out there?" You wait but hear no response.

You're unsure of what to do now. You look around your room for something to do. All that you manage to find are some of your old toys and unfinished projects.

You sit in front of the fireplace trying to think of what could possibly be going on. You remember a piece of the wall that could move and search for it, trying your best to remember exactly where it was. You end up finding it next to your dresser.

The piece moves easily and you reach inside. Your hand touches something and you instantly remember. You lay down flat on your stomach reach in with both hands and pull out the wooden box.

You're filled with nostalgia as you sit down on your bed with the box. You blow off the smoke and open it up.

Inside lies a small journal which you place to the side already deciding you have to see what young you used to write about. Inside also lies a small cushion you had sewn for you and Halaena's dolls. One of your teeth which Aegon convinced you to let him take out by tying it with string to a door.

You're confused for a moment at the last item. It's a black handkerchief with gold detailing. You pick it up and stare at it a moment before you remember.

Aemond had found you crying in a corner of the library covered in dirt, mud and God knows what else. He had asked you what happened and although you didn't want to tell him he convinced you too. You admitted that your brothers had joined Aegon in tormenting you by throwing mud at you insisting it was just a joke.

Aemond felt bad especially since he understood what it meant to be at the end of their cruel jokes. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the mud off of your face before walking you to his mother's chambers.

Alicent cleaned you off and got you a clean dress before seeking out the boys and your mother. All three of them were forced to shovel horse shit while you, Helaena and Aemond watched and ate cake.

The memory brought a smile to your face. Aemond had asked you for the handkerchief back but you told him you couldn't find it.

You pick the journal back up excitedly and open it up to a random page.

King's Landing 117 AC

Dear Diary,

Today my brother was born. Father named him Joffrey, I personally think his name is stupid but I held my tongue. Septa Anne would be proud. I went with the boys to the dragon pit today. It was awfully boring. Aemond and I watched while they got to practice commands. AND YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT THEY DID! They gave us pigs! PIGS! Called them the "Pink Dreads".

Sometimes I wish I could just gouge out Aegon's eyes and put them in his soup when he isn't looking...maybe I can get Helaena to catch a beetle for me...

Anyways. I went to the kitchen to get cake but then Harwin stole it! He said it was taxes? WHAT EVEN IS TAXES?

You can't help but laugh as you continue to read. You fall asleep while reading about the time Aegon fell out of a tree while trying to grab a bird.

You wake up and blink a couple times, clearing your vision. You sit up and jump back when you see Aemond next to you lying in your bed.

"Gods! When did you get here?" He has a smirk on his face as he continues to read while eating an apple.

"A while ago. You were sleeping peacefully I didn't wish to wake you." You nod and look at what he's holding. You quickly notice it's your diary and try to snatch it out of his hand but he's quicker. He clicks his tongue at you as you try to reach for it. "Im quite enjoying this. Listen to this one. Aemond gave me a flower today!"

"Aemond! Stop! Give it back" Your face flushes in embarrassment. "I was a kid!" He drops the apple and manages to grabs your hands with one of his and holds them down.

"He is so cute!" He looks back at you with a shocked expression. "You thought I was cute, princess?" Aemond pulls you to sit in his lap and you hide your face in his neck out of embarrassment. "Aemond smiled at me today!"

"Stop!!! Please I beg of you!" He laughs and puts the journal down.

"And this!" He lifts you out of his neck and waves the handkerchief in your face. "You swore to me that you lost it! Liar!"

Aemond begins tickling you and rolls you over caging you under him. He leans down and leaves a trail of kisses from your neck down to your collarbone.

"Aemond?" He hums back in response. "Why was I locked in my chambers?" He stops kissing you for a moment before he leaves a final one on your cheek and sits up.

"You need to break fast first...then we can talk."

Aemond calls for food and for your handmaids to prepare you a bath. You're shocked at first cause of how open he was about being in your chambers while you were fully undressed. You wanted to ask if the talk had gone well about the betrothal and if that's why he was ok with people seeing him here but you opted to wait.

He watches you eat occasionally grabbing slices of fruit off of your plate.

"If you want one you could just take from the tray you know?" He smirks as he puts another grape in his mouth.

"But they taste much better off of your plate." He leans over and bites the strawberry that you're holding.

"So." He leans back in his chair. "Are you going to tell me why I was locked in here?"

The atmosphere immediately changes and is tense. He sighs deeply.

"...King Viserys died..."

Your eyes widen and you drop the food in your hand back onto the plate. Your heart clenches at the news. You had spent much of childhood following him around, you had even willingly chosen to be his cupbearer in some of his council meetings simply because you wanted to be near him.

"...that doesn't explain why I was locked in my chambers Aemond. Matter of fact that is far from an explanation. If my grandsire died I should have been notified."

Aemond fidgets with his hands the same way Alicent does as he looks at the wall.

"Kepus. What are you not telling me?" He continues staring at the wall occasionally looking at you. "Aemond." [Uncle]

"Aegon was crowned king." He says it quickly with his head held high. "As the king's firstborn son, he is the rightful heir. He was crowned before the masses in the dragon pit."

Aemond watches as your breathing quickens and your facial expressions. Your lips are pressed together as you're clenching your hands so tight.

"Who made that decision?"

"It was the King's wish. He said it upon his deathbed to my mother." You roll your eyes and stare at the wall. There was a battle going on within your head. Part of you was understanding of the firstborn son point but the other part was devastated for your mother.

"Does my mother know? What of my grandmother? I was supposed to leave with her this mourning."

"...your grandmother interrupted the crowning. She was riding Meleys, many people died and just as many were injured." You cover your mouth with a shaking hand. "I believe she is already on her way to Dragonstone probably to speak to your mother..."

Meanwhile in Dragonstone

Rhaenys wasted no time heading straight for the princess. She had no time for formalities.

She walks into the room seeing them both by the fireplace.

"Thank you, Ser Lorent." Rhaenys stops at the head of the table. "Princess Rhaenys, might we hope for news of Lord Corlys' recovery?"

"Viserys is dead." Rhaenyra's face drops as Daemon turns around. "I grieve this loss with you Rhaenyra. My cousin, your father...possessed a kind heart." Rhaenyra struggled to comprehend what was happening. She knew her father would die soon but hoped she would be back to King's Landing in time to be there.

"There is more. Aegon has been crowned as his successor" Rhaenyra clutches her stomach as Daemon walks over.

"They crowned him?" Rhaenyra was looking off into space, grieving.

"How did Viserys die?" Daemon had a look on his face that no one could quite place. Was he sad? Angry? Or just plain confused.

"I could not say." They both look at each other.

"How long ago?" Rhaenyra asks.

"A day past, perhaps two. I was made prisoner in my quarters while the Queen made her preparations."

"Viserys has been slain." Daemon watches Rhaenyra.

"Alicent demanded you declare for Aegon." It was not a question, Rhaenyra already knew that it had happened.

"She did. I refused her." Rhaenyra let out a shaky breath.

"And yet you are alive." Of course, Daemon was skeptical, when was he ever not?

"The High Septon crowned Aegon in the Dragonpit. I witnessed it myself just before I fled on Meleys." Rhaenyra was still clutching her stomach.

"They crowned him before the masses." Rhaenys nodded.

"So that the masses would see him as their rightful King," Rhaenys responded.

"That whore of a Queen murdered my brother and stole his throne. And you could have burned them all for it." Daemon's unknown emotion was now evident, he was angry, livid even.

"A war is like to be fought over this treachery, to be sure. But that war is not mine to begin. I only rushed this warning to you out of loyalty to my husband and to my house." She took a deep breath. "The greens are coming for you Rhaenyra. And for your children."

"M-my children?" Rhaenyra's face contorted in pain. "My daughter! You brought her with you?" Daemon stood straight up.

"Sadly...no...Alicent had her chambers guarded well and her room had no passages. I'm sorry. I did not wish to leave my granddaughter either."

"You left my daughter with those cunts?" Daemon walked around the table to face Rhaenys. "You left her to become a bargain in this war?"

"I did my best Prince Daemon. We have allies within those walls that can get a message to her. Once I hear word she is alright I will be sending someone in to retrieve her."

"You have done enough." Daemon pointed at her. "I will retrieve my child from the snakes you fed her too."

"Enough Daemon..." Daemon turned to face Rhaenyra who was now hunched over gripping the table. "The babe... it's coming..."

King's Landing

Aemond watched as you paced around the room. You had requested he leave you alone for the a day only allowing in your handmaidens and refusing to see anyone else.

Since you had called for him this morning you hadn't said anything in almost an hour and instead paced around the room looking for the words to start this conversation. Occasionally you would stop, point at him and open your mouth but then you'd scowl and resume pacing again. He could tell you were conflicted.

"Ñuha jorrāelagon, kessa ao sit ilagon? Before you burn a hole into the floor." [My Love, will you sit down?]

"Now is not a time for jokes, Aemond! Do you know what your family has done? This is an act of war! They have usurped the throne right out from under my mother's feet. If you think she will let this go easily- no, if you think Daemon will let this go easily you are all sorely mistaken." you begin pacing again.

Aemond stood up and walked over to you and grabbed your hands.

"Gīda." [Calm] He pushed a strand of hair out of your face. "Everything is going to be ok."

"What will happen to me?" The thought had crossed your mind many times as you wondered what would be made of you.

"My grandsire and the King have agreed to our betrothal. They will announce it as part of the terms if she agrees to declare Aegon as the rightful King and kneel before him and the council."

"Terms?" You back away from him letting go of his hands. "Our marriage would no longer hold meaning Aemond. It would be seen merely as something my mother won in bowing to Aegon, a spoil of war. Either way, she would never say yes."

"Then Aegon will marry us anyway." He shrugs and pulls you back into him as if none of this bothered him. "He is my brother and he knows of the love I hold for you."

"And if I say no?" His face became stern.

"You wouldn't hurt me so."

"You mean the way that you have today?" He sighs deeply. "Why did you not come and free me from my chambers?"

"Because I knew you would leave at the first chance." You look away from him and he turns your face back towards him. "You're mine and I wasn't willing to risk losing what is mine."

You would typically enjoy this possessive air around him but you currently found it suffocating. You wanted nothing more than to put space between you but he was holding you tight against him.

"Aemond. This is not right. You must understand that?" He rolled his eyes and let you go.

"Who sits on the throne is none of my concern and not on my list priority."

"Then what is?" You step towards him angrily.

"You!" he snaps. "You are my only priority. If you say no to marrying me then you will be made prisoner here. You will spend the entirety of this war locked in here." You could tell he was being truthful. "Marry me and you will at least have some freedom."

"Some?" He walked back over to the table and sat down tired of this conversation. "What is some?"

"You will be allowed to walk freely around the castle with a guard of my choosing."

"And Vermithor?" You think of your dragon and where he could be. You had claimed him when you returned to Dragonstone after what happened at Driftmark. Aemond's bravery in claiming Vhagar led you to sneak into where he sleeps and approach the dragon yourself. You had also thought that if you claimed him you could ride to King's Landing and see him. You had learned the song Daemon would sing and tried singing it to him to calm him down. It worked despite almost being burnt to a crisp you had claimed him.

"I will visit him on Vhagar." He reached for your hand but you shied away. "You must understand that my grandsire worries about allowing you to have full freedom. After a while, you will be allowed to go riding."

"How long is a while Aemond?" He visibly gulped and bit the inside of his cheek. "How long?" Your voice was cold and made the hairs on his neck stand.

"Until you give birth to our firstborn." He said it quietly already knowing how you would react. It was smart you'd give them that. They know you wouldn't fly away while your child is in their possession. "My grandfather's decision not my own."

"And did you try to fight him on it?"

"Why would I?" He shrugged but soon noticed the angry expression on your face. "I want marriage with you, I want children." He tried to reach for you again.

"So do I Aemond! But not like this." You take his hand and he pulls you to sit on his lap. "I want us to marry because it is what we want. I want my mother to be there! This isn't the way I want to do this."

Aemond leans his head against your chest.

"My hands are tied, my love." You get off of his lap and walk over to the fireplace facing your back to him.

"I wish to be alone."

"Baby..." You hear him get up and walk over to you.

"Please go...now!" A few seconds later you hear him sigh and leave the room. You sit on the armchair and allow yourself to cry.

This was all too much for you. You worried for your mother and the rest of your family. Did they think you were a traitor now? Will they think you have chosen Aemond's family over them if you were to marry him?

You know there's no way your mother will kneel before Aegon, even if she decides to, Daemon would rather lock her in her chambers than agree to that.

How could they be so foolish? So reckless?

You walk over to your bed and lie down. You go over the pros and cons of agreeing to marry Aemond. You then think about ways you could escape. Maybe agreeing to a betrothal will at least get you the right to walk around, you could find your parent's allies within the walls and find a way back to them.

You can stall the wedding for a while. Aemond would understand you'd prefer to be married only after the war was over and your family could attend.

You soon tire yourself out with all this thinking and fall asleep.

You spend the next day alone in your chambers. Alicent had invited you to join her in breaking your fast but you respectfully declined. You needed more time.

You saw a boat sail out from King's Landing and knew it was most likely Otto heading out to deliver the terms to your mother. You knew it would not go well and they would be lucky if she didn't feed them to Syrax for their treachery.

It was only the following midday when you grew worried. You saw Vhagar fly away from the castle. Part of you wish you knew where he was going and the other part of you remained angry. You thought he knew you better, if he did he would have fought harder for your freedom right? He would have denied Otto's offer and not allowed him to make your marriage into something that they hoped would sway your mother into giving up her crown.

Gods you missed her, you prayed every moment for her safety. For all of their safety.

It rained that night. Something was off. You could feel it in your bones. You tried to sleep hoping it would calm your nerves. Your handmaid brought you tea to help you relax. You soon fell asleep but sadly even your dreams were disturbed.

You wake up on the floor of pitch black. Everything around you was dark. There was no light just darkness. You sat up and looked around.

"Hello?" Your voice echoed. You stood up and began walking around in the dark abyss not knowing where you were going.

"Gēlȳn enkagon jamela!" You hear Aemond's voice. [You owe a debt!]

You quickly turned around but nothing was there.

"Aemond?" You walked in the direction that you heard his voice. As you got closer you noticed your feet getting wet.

"Taoba!" You hear him again but in a different direction. [Boy!]

You turned again where you heard his voice and walked quicker in that direction. You felt something patter on your head and looked up. Nothing was there just darkness but you could for sure feel something wet as if it was rain.

There was a flash of a bright light to which you shielded your face.

"Daor Arrax!" Arrax? That's Luke's dragon.

"Luke? Luke, are you there?" You noticed your clothes clinging to your body as they were now soaked the scent of salty water filling your nose.

"Vhagar! No! No..." What had happened? Why was he saying no?

You look around you quickly trying to make sense of what it is you are hearing. The rain is heavier and you look at your hands. They aren't just wet...they're red. Your dress is now too stained red. You touch your cheek and look back at your hands and see the same red substance.

Something drops from above causing you to step back quickly. More pieces fall from the sky surrounding you. You shield your head and scream as the red rain grows heavier and more pieces fall.

When the rain softens and the sound of stuff falling ceases you open your eyes and look around you. Your face twists in pain as you see pieces of the body of Arrax surrounding you. It only gets worse when you see a human body part. You look closer and notice the hand.

"He got me." You hear his Lucerys voice and you instantly know it was his hand.

You wake up in a sweat your hair sticking to your neck and your pillow drenched. You look up and see Aemond standing at the end of your bed his clothes drenched.

And in that moment you knew.

The war had started.

A/N: So this is clearly turning into a series. Which I'm actually not mad about. Not sure where this is going but naturally the chances of any of this being 100% original is not possible. There are far too many HOTD fanfics for any ending or storyline to be original. I can only hope that it is 100% enjoyable.

I will still obviously do my best to come up with a unique ending but I feel like to have a unique ending people need to die. I need to start killing off characters like Grey's Anatomy 🤣

Anywho I hope y'all enjoyed this part! If you wish to be added to this Taglist or any other one please let me know!

Gen Taglist: @thought--bubble, @valeskafics

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

ok, so I think this is the first time I've posted a question as such and it's not just a comment but I'll try to be brief. I have to say that I loved the scenario in which they go to the world of Reader, it's very good and honestly I laughed a lot, but now changing the subject, considering that this is a ShadowPeach x reader universe, before the monkeys became warlords and met Reader, who was the one who became yandere first, Wukong or Macaque, because it would be interesting to have a little background on that. Another question is, if Reader can use her magic through artifacts, and suppose they change with her emotions, what if when she discovers that they are actually Wukong and Macaque, her desperation drags her to another world by accident (Perhaps as a method of survival for the adrenaline of the moment) and take him to another world with another Wukong, perhaps the canonical world of LMK, perhaps that of Black Myth Wukong, perhaps that of Monkey King Reborn, and Reader meets another version of Wukong or Macaque and genuinely becomes friends/falls in love with them and they are not Yandere, how do you think things would happen when the monkeys (inevitably) envelop Reader?

Anyway thats all i Have for Now, your ideas really change The chemistry un my brain, Hope you have a nice day

For Reader's ability. That is a really cool idea! A pure survival instinct truly. Now I don't think that she'll be meeting any other Wukong or Macaque in this au. (Maybe if I make another au and a crossover? But not in my main Cursed Warlords AU)

My reasoning is quite simple. Too much drama, okay thats kinda hypocritical I guess since there's probably gonna be quite a bit of drama.

Anyways, the pure survival instinct to get her out of the situation is really cool. In my mind, her dimensional travel ability stems from more of a teleportation type.

Because of this, I believe she would either teleport back to her own dimension or she might just teleport far away from them. Even if far away happens to be on Flower Fruit Mountain while they are away. Maybe haven't decided yet.

Anyways love that idea. Will probably use it at some point for the Reader (gonna make it happen at the worst possible moment too, probably. Hehe~)

>>><<<

Spoilers for unwritten Arc below. I will be writing the actual scenes for this later but since I don't have the time write at this moment a few short points from it will suffice.

Read at your own spoiler risk. This is basically an outline for the Arc. Which is the reason I took so long with this ask, Sorry about that, @bluewillbon! Loved writing this though ❤️

Ding... Ding... Ding...

Shadowpeach Arc Unlocked!!

Hehe~ I have a few ideas for this.

Surprisingly, I actually have Macaque go yandere for his husband before Wukong did.

Wukong is pretty oblivious to romantic emotions originally. He just knows he wants something so he takes it.

Basically a short Summery would be Macaque comes to Floqer Fruit Mountain as a traveler and meets Sun Wukong. The two fight each other because Macaque is an 'intruder'.

However, Wukong isn't going all out at, nor is Macaque. Wukong finds that he likes this new monkey demon, and eventually offers him a place in his troop.

Macaque decides to agree, at first to find out more about this other monkey. He doesn't know how he feels at first and is debating what exactly he wants to do.

As they get to know each other and begin to fall in love, but only Macaque seems to realize. Wukong is as dense as a rock (pun intended)

Macaque is already close with Wukong as his right hand man, he doesn't share his feelings. He can be rather shy at times, and believes that he'll have to fight Wukong to the death or unconsciousness like all of his other suitors.

But even though he believes that Wukong won't accept him, he won't let anyone else have him. If he can't have him, no one can. Will he harm his love? No, he'll just kill anyone who shows romantic interest in him.

Of course, he won't tell him, and the person will simply go missing without another word. Macaque is a great actor and no one will suspect him for a while... until...

Everything comes to a head when someone decides to challenge Wukong to a courting dual in public. Obviously, Wukong would have beaten her easily however Macaque who had finally decided to offer his love and picked out the courting gifts and had everything ready, would not have it.

Not only did he have everything ready, but the girl decided to challenge Wukong when Macaque had planned to. So~ yeah, the girl died... at Macaque's hands.

That is how the two got together, by Macaque slaying one of Wukong's suitors (he had quite a few before he became a warlord) and bending the knee to ask for his hand.

It is only then that Wukong actually thinks of his feelings for Macaque as love. Admitting it to himself as Macaque bends on his knee and promises to stay by his side for eternity.

At first Wukong is furious, his right hand doesn't think he can fight for himself- oh. Oh that's why he did it. This Boi was a blushing mess, because it's at this point that his own feelings hit him in the gut (or rather the point where he actually recognizes his own feelings.)

They soon become completely inseparable, more so than they already have been.

So even though Macaque is the first to go yandere, Wukong is NOT far behind him. Of course, there are some stupid enough to try and woo Macaque as well, only to be slain by Wukong's staff.

The suitors only diminish as Wukong and Macaque become Warlords. It becomes widely known who they are and who they are with. Even if some (very few) are stupid enough to try to get between them, they are quickly ended.

No one will come between them, and neither of them are interested in polygamy... at least not until... you.

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

OK, one more. I'm on a secret admirer thing right now. How about some head-cannons about the yandere vice-dorm leaders as a secret admirer.

Thank you!

Yes yes yes I can do that!

ALSO WAS ANYBODY GOING TO TELL ME THAT RUGGIE ISN'T THE VICE DORM LEADER OF SAVANNACLAW?! LIKE, I WAS SURE HE WAS, BUT I GUESS I WAS WRONG. (I'm adding him to this out of spite)

Warning(s): drugging, kidnapping, implications of wanting to injure the reader, mind control, accidental(?) gaslighting, stalking, Lilia's part might not be great because I genuinely had no idea what to do

Trey Clover

Trey would send you hand-made baked goods every day!

Often along with a short letter signed by "your secret admirer"

Along with the letters and baked goods, he also sends you flowers!

Of course, Trey is the first person you expect when your secret admirer's calling card so to say is sending you baked goods and flowers

But, luckily for him, he's good at throwing you off his trail. He'll send a few things that make you believe it could be someone else...

To be fair, you don't know many other people who attend NRC, maybe it is someone other than Trey.

As the days go on, the letters get... more intense.

It's clear this person, your secret admirer, wants you now.

Tonight, Trey's putting something special in the pastry he's making you

After you eat it, he'll visit you and bring you home with him.

"Morning, (Y/N). Did you have a good sleep? Did the pastry taste good? You know, I used a sprecial family recipe for tha- Huh? What's with that face? You don't have any reason to be shocked, I'm sure you knew this was going to happen, those letters I sent you did have a few red flags..."

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie would be very good at hiding his identity from you

I mean, don't you think a man like him would be good at keeping secrets?

Ruggie doesn't send you baked goods or flowers, or anything like that... he instead sends you stuff he either stole or bought with Leona's money.

Candies, jewels, food... anything Ruggie can find, he'll send to you (and keep a bit for himself, obviously)

Day after day, you'll be given these gifts... and you appreciate it so much, you wish you knew who was giving them to you!

You'll even tell Ruggie about it. You'll tell him you have some kind of secret admirer, and how they've been giving you lots of gifts, and how badly you wish you knew who was sending them so you could thank that person directly!

Ruggie smirks to himself when you say that.

"Should I tell 'em...? Nah, not yet. I'll let things keep playing out until they give hints that they actually like me. Shishishi! Won't that be fun? (Y/N)'s gonna be real shocked when they find out it's me giving 'em those gifts! Grammy likes them, so marriage won't be a problem... I'm sure the rest o' the family will love 'em too!"

Jade Leech

Jade's love letters are... special.

The letters are very hastily written, like whoever wrote it's life depended on it.

They talk about hurting you, doing these horrible things to you... whoever your secret admirer is, they have a very messed up mind.

Jade makes you believe you can go to him for support.

"That sounds terrible, (Y/N). But you have no reason to worry, you can always turn to Octavinelle for protection."

You continue receiving these threatening letters... they get worse every day.

When you start to actually feel unsafe, you remember how Jade told you that you can always go to Octavinelle for protection, and while you don't exactly want to go to them for protection... what other option do you have?

The moment Floyd sees the letter, he tells you the truth.

"Oh yeah, Jade wrote that."

Huh. Jade Leech wrote these threatening letters to you? Jade Leech, vice housewarden of Octavinelle... the dorm you're currently in? Uh oh.

"Dear me, I wasn't intending on revealing myself this soon... though I suppose I have no choice now. I was intending on building your trust towards me and once things have progressed enough, reveal that I was the author, then breaking you entirely so you love only me, but... I guess I'll have to construct another plan. (Y/N), this will only hurt for a second."

Jamil Viper

Jamil, much like Trey, sends you home-made food.

You like the food so much! Who knew having a secret admirer could be this fun?

Jamil is good at keeping himself hidden from you, he's also a patient person. He'll keep himself hidden for as long as is necessary.

Kalim often invites you to the parties he throws... though, strangely enough, whenever you arrive, he seems not to recall inviting you.

"Oh well! The more the merrier, you know? I'm sure Jamil won't mind making a bit more food for you!"

But Jamil never has to make more food for you. Almost like he knew you were coming even though Kalim didn't.

One day, you receive a letter.

Come meet me in Scarabia dorm's lounge. I'll be waiting for you. - Your secret admirer

When you go there, you find Kalim. Kalim, standing there, empty.

"(Y/N)... he's waiting for you."

You hear a whisper in your ear, and then you forfeit all control of your body to Scarabia's vice housewarden.

"I'm glad everything worked out in the end."

Rook Hunt

Oh Rook, where to begin with Rook?

He sends you love letters every day in the form of poems signed by "ton admirateur secret"

Due to the ecessive use of French, you have your suspicions as to who's sending you these

Vil is close to Rook, so you ask him about it, but...

"No, it can't be Rook. He only has that kind of fascination with the inhuman students, like the beastmen, fae, and what little merfolk we have here. He wouldn't send that to a typical, not to mention magicless, human like you. It must be someone else."

Having no other evidence, you just assume Vil's right, and Rook isn't sending you letters...

It drives you crazy

You're determined to find out who is sending these, you begin staying up several nights in a row, just reading these letters over and over and over again...

You can only come to the conclusion that it was Rook.

So you ask him about it one day and...

"Oui. It was I sending those letters to you. I assume this is you coming to accept my confession?"

Well, even if you try to run, you can't escape from Rook. Even if you do, you two attend the same school so he'll just keep stalking you...

"Hm? What was that, mon amour? You do accept? Merveilleux! Let's talk to the Headmage sometime tomorrow! We'll discuss you transferring to my dorm so we can be even closer- Quel? You say you don't want that? Oh, mon amour, you have no idea what you truly want."

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia is a very sweet secret admirer

He hides the fact that he is, to put it lightly, obssesed with you amazingly well (the others could learn a thing or two from him...)

It's just cute love letters! No stalking implications, no dubious baked goods, no talking about hurting you, nothing, just genuine confessions of love from a secret admirer!

Lilia can't help but watch over you

And then, well... dead bodies start turning up at the school

Of course, the Headmage only cares about what this will do to the overall public image of NRC...

Lilia takes care of you, from a distance

Lilia shows up directly at your door one day. He hands you a sewing needle, and then disappears into nothing.

A sewing needle? Why?

Well... spinning wheels aren't exactly that common nowadays.

As you examine the sewing needle, you accidentally prick your finger on it...

The next thing you know, you're in Lilia's arms

"Ah, you're finally awake, my dear. Did you enjoy your hundred-year-long dream? No no, there's no reason to cry! I know this is hard for you to understand... I know you're scared and confused, but everything will turn out ok. I only did this for your sake. To protect you."

[intriq]

dc universe characters but your their ex, and they want you back

could be hurt/comfort, maybe fluff. angst? idk, unsure about how to label this one chief

if you want to see any other characters in here, lmk via comment or send me an ask! [they are always open for requests n stuff, so feel free to send them] and i'll make sure to get them in here!

Also, big thanks to my beta readers: Lilac, Void, My bestie, and bat brat apollo! they helped make sure these didn't fall too out of character.

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤBruce...

...at first, didn't realize just how miserable he'd feel after you guys broke up. Well, after he broke up with you.

He thought that you being possibly tied in to his life as Batman would make things oh so dangerous, and that maybe you'd be better off without him. And that just maybe he'd be better off without you.

But boy was he wrong.

After day one, he missed your presence.

After day three, he started missing your touch. Hugs, kisses, cuddles, the works.

After one week he missed seeing you whenever he came back to Wayne manor after patrol or whenever he'd had a long day being out and about Gotham, whether as just his regular self or patrolling the streets, fighting crime as Batman.

By week two, not even focusing on patrolling could keep you off his thoughts. It didn't exactly help that he knew your schedule. Actually, not even just knew. He had it memorized.

So he'd find himself particularly drawn to patrolling the area around where you lived more often, sometimes even doubling back to the area. Sometimes even three times.

Of course, it took a full month [and seeing you going on your first date since the break-up] for him to take action. He'd started sending gifts at first. Small things that you liked, whether it be books or lots and lots of flowers.

Then the gifts just got more and more expensive, more grandeur. After all, he is a billionaire, so it wouldn't hurt his bank account. Plus, it was a gift for you. So why wouldn't he?

If you still didn't take him back then, he starts sending you texts. Just cute little things such as "i miss you" and whatnot.

And then the in-person confessions, gift giving, and what-not started after. He'd drop by [after making sure no one was around to see at least three times] your apartment while he was in his full Batman getup, bringing you some smaller, easier to hide away things like bracelets and necklaces.

And during the day, he'd be where ever he'd knew you'd be. Whether it was your apartment, your job, anywhere, he'd personally come deliver you yet another gift.

Takeout from your favorite place? He's brought it to you for lunch.

He saw you post about something [whether it be a stuffed animal, jewelry, etc] on social media because it's cool or cute? It's been hand delivered to you by him.

"I saw you talking about how much you wanted these, so I got them for you. Why..? Because I miss you."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤTim...

...was devastated when you broke up with him. He didn't realize that all this work being a vigilante that made him miss out on oh so many dates had taken as big of a toll on your relationship as it did.

And by the time he'd realized, the cracks had already formed, and you'd broken up with him. You wanted a partner who could meet you half-way, even if he was a little busy at times.

But that didn't stop him from immediately trying to win you back. Gifts? You've got it. Whether they were bought or handmade, it didn't really matter. He'd get you something.

Not to mention the texts, phone calls, voicemails, everything. He's going the full nine yards to show you just how sorry he is, and just how badly he wants you back.

"I know I've said I was sorry so many times, but I really am! I promise I'll do everything in my power to be there for our date nights, so please take me back.."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤDick...

...definitely wasn't expecting for you to break up with him. Sure, he's been in plenty of relationships before, but he'd never expected you to get the courage to tell him you wanted to break up.

He didn't even realize he missed you as much as he did until one night while patrolling, a month or two after your break-up, he saw you walking along the streets of Gotham.

And damn were you still as pretty as the first time he saw you. In fact, scratch that, as pretty as the last time he saw you. Which was when you broke up with him.

So from then on, when Gotham is just a little less quiet and he can afford to do a little slacking off, he walks with you. You had this weird routine of walking for an hour at night, anyway.

At first he made small-talk. Asked you how your day was, why you were taking a walk [he already knew why. he just wanted to hear that pretty voice of yours more!], how you'd been since the break-up, if you were seeing anyone [this was extremely important and he'd express why after a bit of prompting], as one does.

Then it ramps up to him telling you how much he missed you, how pretty and attractive you were still, the works. He then ramps up to just blatant flirting, maybe even making sure he was touching you in some way, like an arm around your shoulder. Or maybe even subtly holding your hand under the premise of him wanting to show you something that you didn't know the way to.

And after that, if you still didn't miss him enough to take him back? He's just obvious. Asking you on dates, showing up to your home with gifts, everything. He'll go the whole nine yards for you, just so you'll take him back.

"Aww, c'mon! Just one date, sweetheart. Please? I promise that if you don't want me back after just one date I won't bother you again."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤJason...

...definitely didn't want to admit he wanted you back until it's been nearly six months since you broke up, and words going around that your starting to date again.

This pisses him off, for reasons he wasn't sure about.

So before you know it, he's popping up just about everywhere. Getting him to admit he missed you and regretted the breakup is no easy feat, and you'll likely not ever get him to admit it out loud.

I can't really see Jason making any grand or large gestures, just small little ones that maybe have some sort of sentimental value.

He'd probably drop by your home every now and then. If he's hurt in some way, you bet your ass he's right there on your fire escape, knocking on your window to let him in.

Even if it's just something so incredibly minor he could take care of himself, he's using it as an excuse to see you again.

While he's not totally experienced with being overly romantic, he's got his moments of being just a little bit sappy.

"Why go through the hard work and trouble of finding someone else if I'm right here?"

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤBabs...

...wasn't expecting to miss you after you two broke things off. She figured she'd be fine on her own, but she was quickly proven wrong.

I can see her giving gifts, but she'd be more-so trying to spend as much time as she could with you. Texts, both early morning and late night phone calls, voicemails about how much she regrets breaking up, and probably more.

Lot's of "I miss you" and "I still like/love you" texts, maybe some "Can we please get back together?" texts mixed as well.

She'll make how much she misses you known.

"Please come back, I miss our little movie date nights."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤStephanie...

...is just like Jason in a way, when it comes to realizing she misses having you around.

But she does come to terms with the fact that she misses you. She'll be a little hesitant to admit it in words, but she'll make it known in small gestures.

The breakup was definitely amicable, so you two are kind of just awkwardly still friends. But any time you two hangout, it borderlines being a date.

Movies? Only if it's something that will remind you of stuff you two liked to watch together when you were dating.

Going for a walk? She'll make sure you two just so happen to pass by a spot you guys went to for your first date.

She'll even still pretend to "accidentally" call you by the nicknames she had for you whilst you were dating.

But if even that doesn't work, she'll just start making you two "hangout" at places you've gone to for dates before.

"Wow, this place hasn't changed a bit since the last time we were here, huh? Brings back memories."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤCassandra...

...of course, isn't really sure what to do when she notices she's missing you. You were probably one of her first relationships, which just only adds onto her confusion of what to do.

She'd probably go seek Babs and Stephanie out for advice, asking them what they think she should do. Just what she should do.

After getting advice from the two, she thinks it over for a little bit before she starts anything. She probably also tries to feel you out to check if you feel the same way she does.

And if you do, or if she finds out your unsure, she starts giving you small gifts. And I mean small. Just mostly little trinkets and knickknacks that she finds while out and about.

Buttons? Pins? Small figurines, no bigger than the palm of your hand? She's getting them for you.

Of course, this is to help her just get a little confidence before she drops the question about getting back together.

And when she does drop the question, she tries to make it sound like she's being genuine. She probably brought another small little gift, maybe one of your favorite snacks.

"I know you said you liked these when we were together, right? I know you may think I wasn't really.. paying attention, but most of the time, but I promise I was. And I'm sorry I didn't do that great of a job of showing you that I cared about you. Please take me back?"

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤKate Kane..

...is both similar to Stephanie and Jason. While she'll think she's better off without you, there's almost a constant reminder of you somewhere in her world.

And it just draws her back to you.

It's very much a push and pull sort of thing with her, as some days she's fully willing to admit just how much she misses you and wants you back, while others she'd never admit to even a word of it.

She'll also bring you sentimental gifts sometimes. Mostly just leaves them somewhere she knows only you will find them with a little note attached.

Though the contents of the little notes will greatly vary from "I miss you", "I know you like these so I got them for you", to just her name sometimes.

Saw these and thought of you. -K

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤDinah Lance...

...is most definitely bold and maybe even a little bit flirty. When she realized that she definitely wasn't ready to move on from you quite yet, she put all her effort into wooing you back.

She'd probably try to play off the fact you two are suddenly running into each other at things you like, it's really just so she can see you again. Making you unintentionally [but kind of purposefully] think of her again whenever you thought about the things you like.

After a bit of this, though, she just downright starts asking you out to dates. If she knows certain places hold sentimental value because they were your favorite date spots with her, she'll ask you on a date to there again.

"Oh? Didn't know you were coming here today. Maybe it's a sign you should just let me take you on a date today."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤHelena Bertinelli...

...wasn't usually the type to dwell on her exes. But you? You were all that was on her mind after the breakup.

While she spends many a night deleting text after text, trying to come up with the right set of sentences to tell you just how much she misses you and wants you back, she does eventually send something.

And from there she just gets a little bolder.

Lingering touches, like her hand grazing against yours if you are handing her something. Staring at you for just a few seconds longer than needed, all that stuff.

It does take her a bit of time to get the confidence to just straight up asking you out on another date, though when she does, she's already got it all planned out.

"Do you still like that one restaurant we went to for our anniversary? .... Why? Oh, well, I wanted to make sure I didn't need to cancel the reservation I made."

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤDiana

...didn't have thoughts of missing you. At first.

She did start thinking of you again when you two were assigned on a mission together. And all it did was really get you stuck in her head.

The way you looked, whether it was the way you fight or just generally how you look in your vigilante costume? It just kept replaying in her head over and over again.

So now anytime your out and about doing your own thing, under your vigilante guise? She's found an excuse to be joining you.

Whether that excuse is "you looked like you needed help", or "my patrols been pretty quiet, so I thought I'd join you", she's always got some excuse you can't argue back about.

Eventually she starts dropping hints about wanting to get back together with you. But whether she's good at dropping these hints or not is entirely up to how oblivious you could be.

Eventually she just tires out of dropping hints and just makes you look at her when she just drops the question. Think of the classic "grabbing your chin and turning your head to look at them" kind of deal.

"How about we go out this Sunday, hmm? ... Yes, on a date. What, did you think I was going to ask you to patrol with me or something?"

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‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤDamian...

...most definitely is stubborn when it comes to your break-up. He doesn't even want to entertain the thought that the reason he might be so grouchy whenever he sees you talking to someone else, or hears about how you may be crushing on someone else, is because he misses you. And is jealous, of course.

Even the sheer mention of your name around him, whether it be from his older brothers [mainly Dick because he is most certainly the teasing older brother type], he get's all grouchy and almost pouty.

He does try to help you out around school, though. He may act all mean and cold towards you, he'll act like he's "reluctantly" helping you out.

"you can't be trusted to carry this stuff," he'll try and say as he takes that stack of chairs, books, whatever it is in your hands away to do it himself. His hidden little agenda is that he's hoping you'll miss him because of him helping you out.

His "compliments" aren't always easily understood as such, though. "You didn't do terrible, for once" he might say as he hands you your graded test.

In order for him to get the courage to ask you out again, though, will definitely take some coaxing. [And maybe some teasing from Dick, too]

But when he does, it's a 50/50 chance of him saying it in a sweet way, or in his usual cold and almost brat-like demeanor.

"If I take you out on a date, will that get you to shut up for at least five minutes?"

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[psychelis-new]

pick a pile: "A letter for you (2023)"

take a breath and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read a letter from your guides/soulmate/ancestor/higher self or anyone that wants to come in, about anything important that may happen to you this new year. i will let them talk as freely as I can, so you may get support, suggestions and encouraging words too.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one, there may be messages in each of those piles. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.

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(The message seems to come from one of your Guides or ancestors, maybe someone not anymore in your 3d life. A protecting, warm, kinda feminine and nurturing energy. They'd like to talk with you much more, but you may have kinda closed them off, even unconsciously. For a few of you, it may be a romantic soulmate's higher self or a past life lover. If you feel the need to paint/draw more than usual, it might be them trying to connect with you)

Little one, don't worry. Patience. End this continuos chattering and overthinking going on in your head. Give yourself a break, give yourself peace. Let me help you get closure, let me help you find peace of mind. You're protected, I'll always watch over you. See the signs, I'm here. Please, listen. I'm sending you messages through your dreams too. We all make mistakes, it's okay. That's how we grow and learn. Be patient, be kind with yourself. This year you're gonna write an amazing story: but you'll also need to erase some bits here and there. No worries: nothing is perfect at the first try, but you can make it so by never giving up and trying again and again. Plus, nothing really needs to be perfect, right? We have our own way/definition for "perfect". I know you have so many dreams and you're giving all you have to reach them. I'm here by your side, helping you and guiding you. Never let your emotions and insecurities stop you: make a change inside, keep following your heart. Learn to stay balanced and in control, and you'll be able to get anywhere you wish. I'm always by your side, helping you and protecting you. You're never alone. Look inside, clear your mind, breathe: you need a calm mind to better envision and plan your goals and succeed. You'll make it. You can manifest anything you want this year, just learn when it's time to give yourself a break. With love...

song: painting flowers | all time low

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(This feels like a soulmate, or a higher self. I feel more romantic vibes. For some it can be an inner child tho or a childhood friend, you may try to connect with them but are often disturbed by something or someone and can never actually reach for them -either in the 5d or 3d- and it may have even feel upsetting to you or you may just feel upset for anything really. It may also be someone you're trying to manifest like your destined partner)

My darling, stay calm. Ground yourself. I know it's hard, I know sometimes you cannot see the way out or you cannot seem to be able to do what you have in mind. Maybe other things/people get in the way, maybe you get in your own way. It's okay: sometimes we don't know exactly what's best for us or when it's best for us to have/do something. Focus on your emotions, focus on how you feel and try to be a little more chill and joyful: I know you feel like you're a failure and see no reason to be happy and proud of you, but if you look better, if you look at the rest of who you are and what you have, you'll see plenty of reasons to be. Share a smile, lend an helping hand, be more forgiving and understanding of others and their own problems as well... life is hard for everyone. We're all trying. Just don't give away too much of you when you get nothing back: remember it's an equal exchange, and we're not made for everyone. Just be open and be you. Don't hide. This year you can write a beautiful story: you have white paper in front of you. You can paint, draw, write with a pen or a pencil, maybe a brush. Get creative, give life to your ideas. Put all you have inside on the outside, give all that away. You need to free yourself from your own chains, and you can even help others by doing so. What could be better? You were made to be happy, to share joy, to be seen. To help grow. And if others don't get you and what you do, it's fine. Just keep your mind in check and be sure of who you are. Don't worry, this year we're gonna end the karmic cycle, and we'll possibly do that together. It's a new day, brace yourself. Take care, until then

song: strange days | the born love

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(This is a special someone. My heart chakra kinda exploded so it could be someone you're very tightly connected with, as your destined person or someone you really love/d. A very deep loving bond here. Number 11 showed up.)

My (I'm getting loads of cute names like kitty, mistique, love, light...) This year things are gonna be so different. It's gonna be all new, a new start after such a difficult time. You're gonna be given "food for your soul". Just remember to be flexible, to be in armony inside and outside. Life is made of light and darkness, and so are we: but you are able to shine bright like no one else. Keep sharing your light and love, keep giving (I know you're doing it in the right way now, you're balanced and keep to yourself too). You're gonna be abundant (both spiritually and physically). Give love even when you get dust and negativity. Attract what's good in this world by giving away a part of your own good; enjoy every second you can, everything you're offered. You know about our special connection, you know it's us and us alone. You know we have to be. The more we'll act this way, the more we'll open new roads to get together. Keep working on balancing out your priorities, your work/school and your fun/self care times. Don't be scared of changing, don't be scared of the unknown, don't get doubtful or fearful, don't let it all play with your mind. You're deserving, we are deserving of the good side too. We are deserving of each other. Let's be each other new start of a new safe beautiful life. Now don't stress about the timing (it's almost time, calm down), just keep enjoying and working on you: your wishes (our wish in particular) are granted. Stand strong, stand still, and prepare with a smile on your face. I'll know it's you by that. *wink*

song: holy ghost | borns

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Twist of Fate; Chapter Eleven

Parings; LADS OT4 x reader

Word count; 2,728

Rating; 18+ for mature content and swearing

Themes; isekai, eventual smut

Notes; It's finally ToF weekend!! I'm posting this a little later than usual since I posted a one-shot today as well. Also, I think I'm going to try and cap out my chapters well before the 7k mark. If I go higher than that, I worried Tumblr will get too laggy and I won't be able to edit the chapter with italics and bold like I usually do. I'll also be making a main masterlist soon once I've written some more one-shots. I'll try to work on them in-between ToF and maybe post them during the week, I just got a little too excited today and posted my one-shot instead of waiting until the week 😭 but I have a three day weekend so I'll be able to probably write more in ToF and push past chapter 20!

Now anyways, here's one of my fav chapters

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The little girl leads you to a quaint seeming casino, graffiti covering the buildings next to it and its name shone in multicolour neon lights, “Elysium”. Once you step inside, you notice its lavishly decorated from the red leather chairs that surround a poker table to the fancy lamps and expensive looking art that adorn the walls. “Auntie, an outsider- I mean, a really nice lady is here to buy something!” The kid eagerly skips toward a young woman who was hunched over behind the bar. Under the dim, yellow light, you notice she was fiddling with some cards.

“What do you want?” The woman asks, not even bothering to look up at you. Seems like she didn’t believe you were worth her attention so far. “A list of people who are attending Onychinus’ protocore auction and a map of the venue. How much?” You ask as you walk toward the counter, ruffling the little girl’s head as you step past her. This finally makes the woman face you, and she looks you up and down with interest, then makes a gesture with her hand, “Fifty thousand.” Yeesh. Expensive much? “Just for two pieces of intel?” You question with a raised brow as you sit down at the bar. She wags her finger as she tilts her head to the side, “Fifty thousand per word.”

“I..” You trail off, unsure if it's even worth it at this point. “Since you’re new and pretty, I’ll give you a 5% discount. What do you think?” The lady offers before the little girl speaks up, “Make it 10%.” When the lady looks at her in confusion, the little girl smiles up at her, “She bought a flower for five more than I asked for. Please, auntie?” “Thanks, sweetie.” You look back down at the little girl, petting her head once more, “She’s really sweet. Is she your…?” The woman sighs and shakes her head, “An orphan we’re watching over. Any other questions will require a payment.” “Even if it’s your names?” You know fraternizing won’t be enough to get an even bigger deal, but you’d still like to know their names. They don’t seem like bad people. “Just call me Violet and her Lily.” She says and you assume its code names. Or maybe not. More flowers though. You wonder what the N109 Zone’s obsession with flowers is. Violet meant watchfulness, and Lily meant innocent and pure.

After this, Violet glances over at the door to her right, sighing before she pushes it open. You could hear chatter mixed with the sound of rolling dice, spinning roulettes, and card shufflers. “You also going to Solon Hotel tomorrow? Do you have an auction invitation?” You can hear a female customer say, and then you hear a male customer reply, “Doesn’t matter if I get one or not. For something as big as this, you gotta try and get a piece of the pie, right? I heard there’s going to be a treasure. If you manage to get it, you could easily sell it for hundreds of thousands!” “Do you want to go? Then ask Sylus! I heard if you give him what he wants-” “Only if I can find Sylus in Onychinus. Haven’t you heard? While he was away, big changes happened in their ranks…” You’re unsure if you should be hearing this since you’re not exactly paying for it, but that does explain why it seemed like no one lived in that house you were in for a really long time. You strain your ears to listen to more of their conversation, but that’s when Violet closes the door.

“Did you hear them? Now, you should understand why “these two pieces of intel” are so expensive. I’m sorry, kid. I can’t just give this kind of information away for dirt cheap, especially when it’s about one of the N109 Zone’s big shots.” “What if I want information about Onychinus?” You ask nonchalantly and she freezes for a moment before leaning in the whisper in your ear, “Missy, don’t pry into things you shouldn’t know. I still got business to take care of .” You let out a sigh and nod your head, “Alright, I understand. Thanks for letting me know, Violet.” It makes sense. If she tells you something too secret, then it could lead to her losing her job or even her life. You can’t fault her for trying to be careful. You turn back to Lily, playing around with her for a bit as you listen in on the other customers' conversations.

“...Sylus hasn’t been around for a long time. Do you think he really went missing?” One man asks and the other shrugs, “Maybe he’s dead. Didn’t you see how arrogant Sherman’s punks have been lately? If Sylus was with Onychinus, they wouldn’t even dare to be so bold.”

You rest your chin on your palm, listening to the rumble of the spinning roulette and then the sound of cheers and screams. Someone must’ve won big, it seems. You sip on the drink you got from Violet at the bar, trying to appear like a normal patron as you eavesdrop on the conversations happening all around you. It seems Onychinus has been having some internal issues lately…and if Sylus hasn’t been seen around lately, how come you’ve seen so much of him? Recalling his pompous and contemptuous face has you chuckling to yourself. You can’t believe you almost miss him. If he had died, he would’ve dragged the entire N109 Zone down to hell with him. That’s just how he is.

“Miss, I have another flower. It’s for you!” You hear Lily’s voice before you see her. “Oh sweetie…” You hold back a pout of endearment as you notice how she’s on her tiptoes, trying to lean against the bar to reach you. She holds a black flower in both of her tiny hands, a black Calla lily, which was a symbol of rebirth and the beginning of a transformative journey. A fitting flower indeed. You take the flower from her, putting it behind your other ear, and smile at her, “Do I need to pay you for this one too?” “Nope! I gave it to you just because I wanted to.” She giggles before you decide to ask a few questions, “Did you grow up here? Does everyone know Sylus?” “Oh yeah! He’s a monster with huge wings that never dies. And- And, he has horns! If I don’t listen to Auntie, Sylus will find me and feed me to his man eating birdie.” The way Lily spoke was so animated, it was almost cute. She seems like just a regular child despite growing up in the N109 Zone.

It seems like everyone is afraid of Sylus and yet, they keep trying to make deals with him. Kind of like how people are afraid of demons but still try to make deals with them in movies…Though, Sylus did take the initiative to propose a deal with you. Maybe your evol can be used as a valuable tool against him- at least to guarantee your survival. You’re suddenly ripped from your thoughts as the familiar sound of gunfire fills the once cheery, lively room. You flinch, immediately moving your hands to cover Lily’s ears rather than your own. You quickly turn your head toward the entrance of the casino. “We got a party tonight.” One of the men rasps out, gun muzzle billowing out smoke. The door, which they kicked down, falls to the ground with a loud thud, the bolts on it useless and broken as a pair of leather boots steps on top of the wooden door. “Don’t be nervous. Onychinus’ important guest got lost. I’d like to ask everyone to cooperate with our search.” You can quickly notice that this man isn’t working with Sylus- even if this man is from Onychinus. He seems much like a snake, his voice dripping with venom.

Another person with a pair of sunglasses walks in. He’s flanked by half a dozen gun-toting men dressed in black. The sound of guns being loaded with bullets can be heard before you hear the guns being cocked as if threatening the patrons to try anything stupid. “Block the door and search the room. Everyone’s about to be entertained.” The same man, let's call him Snake for the sake of telling them all apart, says.

Gunfire and the sound of tables and chairs getting knocked over intermingle with N109 Zone slang that you don’t understand. In the hidden utility room, you hug Lily tightly as you look out the secret window that’s facing the lobby. “Ooh, there’s so many people. Today’s a good day for bus- mmph!” You quickly cover Lily’s mouth with a panicked whisper, “Do you have a death wish? Hide and don’t speak.” You add a “please” shortly after that, feeling like you’re being a tad bit harsh but it seems like she doesn’t even realize the danger you’re both in at the moment. The lobby floor is soaked in blood, and the mice hiding under the floorboards scamper away in fear. How you wished you were a mouse right now. Whistling, Snake casually strolls over to the bar, rings the bell, and then shoves a photo in front of Violet.

“I suggest you bring out our guest. Mr. Sherman’s not going to sit around and leave her unattended.” He says to her and one of your hands clenches into a fist, wanting to just give yourself up to protect the two people you had just met but you pause for a moment to think logically. Sylus is the leader of Onychinus, so why were these people acting as if Mr. Sherman was the leader instead? This Sherman guy doesn’t seem like shit, considering he didn’t even come out to get his ‘guest’, unlike how Sylus came to personally get you. “I’m sorry, she’s not here. I’d remember a pretty face if she actually showed up.” You can see Violet shrug from the secret window and now you’re starting to feel really bad. Even if she’s protecting you with a motive in mind, you still wanted to keep her and Lily safe. “Gonna keep your mouth shut? Fine.” Snake scoffs and turns to face his comrades. His broken, wire-bound jaw opens as he lets out a hoarse cackle, “Pry open their mouths one at a time. Someone will spill the beans sooner or later.”

“Missy, they’re looking for you, right?” Violet whispers, knowing that you and Lily were hiding in the secret room. “Are you going to hand me over to them?” You ask with baited breath, really hoping she wouldn’t just give you up. You tried to sound calm but inside, your thoughts were racing. All of this had almost made you completely forget that you were in a game; well, this was your life now, apparently, and you were in danger from here on out. Your free hand tightly clutches the tranquilizer in your sleeve, ready to stab Snake with it and pretend that it was a poison and you had the antidote for it as long as they let you go. That being said, you haven’t tested this thing that Xavier claimed could “paralyze an elephant” since there were no zoos in the N109 Zone…”Anyone who’s Onychinus’ target is valuable. I can get a better price if I find the right person,” Violet finally responds to you with a small shrug. A smile tugs at your lips as you shake your head, unsure if she was saying this as a front or if that was her true feelings.”Stay where you are. I don’t want to hand you over like this.” Violet says, firm on her decision to not give you up. Either way, even if she sold you to someone else, you wouldn’t be upset with her. You realize this is how people survive in the N109 Zone.

Suddenly, a crow soars in and dives toward the search party’s leader, its razor-sharp wings aimed at him. “What is that!?” You hear Snake yell out and you take this as your chance to escape- be it a dumb idea but still, it’s worth a shot. You roll and crawl out of the utility room. As you try to sneak away quietly, someone yanks you by the collar of your shirt. You panic, trying to scramble away from the person and you turn around to aim your gun.

Though you pause, noticing a familiar face in the shadows, his chin slightly raised. “So when someone saves you, do you always point your gun at them to express your gratitude?” Sylus. Several bullets grazed him only to dissipate into dust. The people who fired the shots are promptly strangled by something and they slump to the ground, dead. “Your underlings aren’t exactly obedient..” You comment, suddenly being reminded of the fact that this Mr. Sherman guy thinks he’s the leader of Onychinus for some reason. Sylu’s mouth twitches at your mockery as if he wants to say something but in the end, he just purses his lips, “Focus on yourself first.” At the sound of Sylus’ voice, Snake suddenly begins to panic and tries to leave, but a cloud of energy particles gathers around him…Several wanderers quickly materialize. Roaring, they rush straight for us.

“Are they calling for backup because they can’t win? How is this not cheating?” You scoff, brows knitted together in annoyance before Sylus grabs your wrist and holds you in his arms. “What-” He slides his finger over the trigger of your gun, aiming the weapon at the figure in the center of the room. “Do you expect people from the N109 Zone to be nice and polite?” Actually…Yes, yes you do. Violet and Lily were nice enough. “I see you made a few friends while I was gone,” Sylus comments, noticing the two different flowers tucked behind either of your ears and plucks the forget-me-not, rolling the stem between his two fingers. He tucks the flower behind his ear with a small murmur under his breath, “A fitting flower..” But before you can have a chance to ask what he means, Sylus swings your body around, taking shots at every wanderer charging toward you both.

The room is a complete mess with broken objects and overturned tables and chairs strewn about. Wanderers keep appearing one after another and you fall back to the window, thinking about how likely you both could make a run for it. “We can’t wipe them out…Our only option is to retreat,” You say between breaths as you try to get your breathing under control. “Do you really believe “retreat” is a word in my dictionary?” Sylus asks with a raised brow. While you’re anxious and tired, Sylus is infuriatingly calm and smug. “Ohhh, so you like being a freeloader, Mr. Sylus?” You raise a brow, waving your gun around with an annoyed sigh, “Didn’t you see me fighting for my life earlier?”

“Since when was I required to investigate the files the Hunters Association had on you?” The white haired man looks down at his hand to pick at imaginary dust under his nails before continuing, “Consider this training practice. Get ready.” Sylus ignores your protests and grabs your hand to aim your gun at the switch box on the wall. “You won’t get any help.”

A gun is fired and the lights go out. Then, Sylus quickly vanishes. You stand there for a moment in silence, blinking a few times before you realize you’ve been left behind again. Curses spill from your lips and you run a hand through your hair. “Are you fucking serious?” You groan under your breath and suddenly you hear Sylus’ voice once more. “Let’s make a deal.” You suddenly turn around and notice he’s behind you once more. “Aren’t you going to leave? I can’t resonate with you.” You were getting more annoyed by the second, but Sylus continues, “If you’d like to attend the auction tomorrow, stand your ground for five minutes.” He steps closer to you, leaning his head down to whisper in your head, “And should you have the audacity to die on me-” He lifts his hand and puts a communicator in your ear. Then he speaks in a surprisingly gentle tone, “You actually will meet your end.”

It's really short today, especially considering I just wrote 12k for a one-shot, but what can ya do 🤷🏻‍♀️ I'll more than likely post chapter twelve way later on today or even tomorrow...and I also might post chapter thirteen. I'm not very good at keeping a strict schedule. I like to be spontaneous 😎 ...sometimes. but yeah, more flower language. The black Calla Lilly was a big game changer since it's meaning actually fits mc in every way, shape, and form. It's honestly insane.

I also gave the shopkeeper and her charge names since I didn't want to write "she" and it get confusing. That's also why I specifically named Snake. But also! I named the two after flowers, because I read a manwha where there was a group of sex workers all named after flowers and they had a little girl with them who was also named after a flower. Their village was being raided and they all protected the little girl until they died, and the little girl was taken in the be a fake crown princess– but yeah, basically I thought flower code names and run-down, shady areas go well together!

Taglist: @orphicmeliora, @yoongi-tunes, @mitzkooni , @hiqhkey, @tanspostsblog

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

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Chapter Five

Nancy waited for her sister patiently at the bottom of the stairs, but she was taking longer than she should have for someone who knows now how to get dressed herself. She was just about to go up there when Holly came bounding down the stairs, her blond hair loose around her shoulders.

"I'm ready for the mall, Nancy!" Holly exclaimed. "I put on makeup just like you would."

Nancy put her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle the laughter. Holly was wearing bright blue eyeshadow that was spread across her eyelids and well over her eyebrows. It made her look permanently surprised. She had lipstick spread across her lips and around them.

"Did you look in the mirror yet, Holly?" Nancy asked.

"No, does it look bad?" Holly asked.

She couldn't help it, she burst into laughter. It caused her mother to come in from the living room.

"What is going - Oh my goodness," Karen snorted.

"Apparently, she put on makeup just like I would," Nancy giggled.

Karen picked up the polaroid from the hallway table and snapped a picture.

"Can I see, Mommy?" Holly asked, and she showed her. "Oh! I look so silly. I look like a clown."

Holly giggled and honked her nose. Nancy swooped her up in a hug and pressed a hard kiss to her cheek. Karen had snapped another picture. Nancy settled her on her hip.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up, and then I'll braid your hair," Nancy chuckled as she bounded up the stairs.

Karen dropped them off at the mall, announcing as they got out of the car that she would be running errands and that she would be back soon. Nancy scoffed as she watched her mother drive away. She knew exactly what kind of errands she would be doing. Ally told her what she saw her mother doing at the mall. . .checking out Billy like most women. Not only was it disgusting because he was an evil asshole but he was also the same age as Nancy. Honestly, his personality was too ugly for her to find him attractive. That was the difference between him and Jonathan. . .intent. It was also the fact that Jonathan actually gave a shit about his brother. Maybe that was attracted her to Jonathan in the first place. Before Nancy could venture further into her darkening thoughts, she felt a tug on her dress.

"Come on, Nancy!" Holly said.

She smiled at her sister and took her hand, deciding to enjoy the outing. Nancy and Holly went to the bookstore first, where she had to pull Holly away. She was really happy that Holly was interested in reading but she also needed to buy her shoes before lunch. The kid was outgrowing the shoes faster than she could wear them out. Of course, with the new shoes, Holly also wanted a dress to go with them. She ended up finding a purple one with flowers on it and one that's similar to hers for Nancy. They twirled in front of the mirror.

"What do you think? Should we pay for them and wear them out of the store?" Nancy asked.

"Yes!" Holly grinned.

Once they paid for them and got bags for their other clothes, they started heading towards the food court. Nancy made sure they chose a place that served chicken nuggets. While Holly loved all food, chicken nuggets were always a must with her. She was looking for a place to sit down when she spotted Eddie sitting with a couple of his friends. He spotted her, and his face brightened up at the sight of her.

"Nancy!" Eddie exclaimed, waving her over.

He had forgotten that his legs had been wrapped around the chair, and in his hurry to jump up, he stumbled to the ground. His friends burst into laughter. Nancy giggled.

"You want to meet my friend Eddie?" Nancy asked Holly.

"Yeah, he looks funny!"

Carrying their baskets and their bags, they wandered over to the table. Eddie dusted himself off and stood up. He smiled when they arrived at the table.

"Nice face plant, Eddie," Nancy said.

"I meant to do that," Eddie said.

"If your purpose was to kiss the floor," Nancy said, and his friends laughed. "Then yeah, you succeeded."

"Nancy Wheeler, these are my friends Gareth and Jeff," Eddie introduced. "They're also in Hellfire and in my band, Corroded Coffin."

"Oh. You didn't tell me you were in a band," Nancy said.

"You didn't tell her you were in a band?" Gareth asked him mockingly.

"Our band?" Jeff asked, and Eddie rolled his eyes.

"And who's this little lady?" He asked.

"My sister, Holly," Nancy introduced.

"Hi, Mr. Eddie, we got matching dresses!" Holly said.

"I see that. You guys look like a couple of pretty princesses," Eddie said.

"Who also fights dragons!" Holly exclaimed.

"Well, would a couple of princesses who fight dragons want to sit with us?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, you aren't scary," Holly said as she plopped down in the seat next to him while Nancy sat on Holly's other side.

"I'm not? Well, that's a first," Eddie said.

"You're fluffy like a teddy bear," Holly said. "Eddie! Teddy!"

"I think that name is sticking, man," Jeff said with a snicker.

"Am I scary?" Holly asked.

"Oh, yeah, very," Eddie said with a gasp and clutched his chest, causing her to giggle. "So, what else you get?"

"The Hobbit. Nancy said I would like it," Holly said. "Our bubba, Mike, won't let us use his book."

"Oh, you're going to love it," Eddie grinned. "Why won't this Mike let you use his book?"

"Mike is an asshole," Holly said seriously, and the boys struggled not to laugh.

"Holly!" Nancy exclaimed. "You shouldn't call him that!"

"What if he is being one?" Holly asked.

"Yeah, Nancy, what if he is being one?" Eddie asked, and she glared at him.

"You still shouldn't," Nancy said.

"You call him that all the time, Nancy!" Holly exclaimed.

"Eat your chicken nuggets, Holly," Nancy said, trying to hide her amusement.

"You ladies doing more shopping after this?" Eddie asked.

"No, Nancy's going to take to me Scoops Ahoy to get ice cream, and she's got a surprise for me," Holly said.

Nancy mouthed Steve’s name over Holly's head, and Eddie grinned.

"That sounds like fun," Eddie said.

"Well, look at that. . .we've got to go," Jeff said, nudging Gareth.

"Oh, yes, we just remembered we've got that thing," Gareth said.

"We were supposed to browse the new music store after lunch," Eddie frowned.

"Well, like we said, we've got that thing," Jeff grinned.

"Teddy! Do you want to come with us?" Holly asked. "Do you know Steve? He works there."

"Oh. I know Steve. I like Steve," Eddie said.

Jeff and Gareth shared a knowing look. Nancy grinned. It looked like they suspected the same thing that she did.

"I like Steve too," Holly grinned.

"Holly, who told you that Steve works there?" Nancy asked.

"Mike," she replied.

Nancy rolled her eyes. Of course, that asshole would ruin the surprise.

"You just called him that word in your head, didn't you?" Eddie grinned and winked at her.

Nancy blushed and rolled her eyes.

"Well, we've got to go," Jeff grinned. "Have fun with Eddie."

"Teddy, you mean," Gareth said as they stood up.

"Bye, Mr. Gareth! Bye, Mr. Jeff!" Holly exclaimed.

"Farewell, Princess Holly," Gareth bowed.

"Oh, fiercest warrior and slayer of dragons," Jeff bowed. "Farewell."

Holly giggled and waved at them until she couldn't see them anymore. She sat back in her seat.

"I like them," Holly said.

"Eh, they're okay," Eddie shrugged with a grin.

"I like Jeff. He's cute, but he's too old, though," Holly said.

"You hear that, Nance? He's cute, but he's old," Eddie grinned.

"Oh God," Nancy laughed.

"Kids say the darndest things," Eddie said.

Once they were finished with their food, they started walking towards Scoops Ahoy. Holly took Nancy's hand and then Eddie's.

"So, you don't get lost," Holly said.

"Smart," Eddie said. "Metalheads like me are very well known for getting lost in malls."

"I didn't know that," Holly gasped. "Nancy, we can't let him get lost."

Nancy's heart fluttered in her chest as she watched Eddie converse happily with her little sister. He was great with her, too. His grin was so wide as he talked animatedly with Holly that he was flashing his dimples. They were very cute and suited him well. Eddie noticed her staring, and he winked at her. Nancy felt her cheeks warm.

"There it is!" Holly exclaimed. "That's it, isn't it?"

"Yes, but - " Nancy started to say.

Holly slipped from their grasps and ran ahead of them. They started running after her, but she was quick to dive between people's legs.

"Jesus! This kid is fast!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Holly!" Nancy yelled.

Suddenly, they heard her scream and they were running faster than ever. They found her lying on the floor, a large stony faced man glaring down at her. Holly's bottom lip was trembling. Nancy realized that it was the delivery guy who had dropped off the ice cream. He growled at Holly, and crocodile tears started welling up in Holly's eyes.

"I'm sorry I ran into you. I didn't mean to," Holly whimpered.

"Hey! The kid said she was sorry! Do you have anything better to do than to scare the shit out of her?!" Eddie snapped, and the man was growling at him now. "Do you understand me? Fuck off, man!"

Nancy knelt down next to Holly and pulled her to her side. The man stepped into Eddie's face menacingly. There was a flash of fear in Eddie's eyes, but he stood his ground, clenched his jaw, and stared at the man right back. When the man realized he was drawing attention from other people, he snorted and walked off. Holly pulled herself out of Nancy's arms and threw her arms around Eddie's legs.

"Are you okay, Teddy?" Holly asked. "I thought he was going to hurt you."

"I'm okay, sweetheart," Eddie said and scooped her up. "Are you okay?"

"I think I scraped my elbow," Holly said.

"Well, let's get that fixed up, shall we?" Eddie said and pulled out his first aid kit. "We can use Princess Nigel. Steve gave him to me, and I named him."

They went to the nearest bench where Nancy pulled Holly into her lap. Eddie knelt in front of her and started patching up her elbow. He stuck his tongue out while he worked.

"I'm sorry for running away, I just got excited," Holly sniffed.

"Well, you scared the crap out of me and your sister, but I think you scared Nancy the most," Eddie said softly.

She didn't realize how close to crying she had been until Eddie had said something or that she was shaking.

"I'm sorry, sissy," Holly said.

"You're okay now. That's the important thing. Always hold hands, though, okay? Promise?" Nancy asked.

"Promise," Holly sniffed. "I'm sorry too, Teddy."

"It's alright. You know, I get into accidents all the time. I'm a huge klutz which is why Steve gave me this," Eddie said as he slipped it into pocket. "I gotta say, though. You're a lot braver than I would have been. I would have shit my pants."

"Then Nancy would have to change you just like she did when I was a baby," Holly giggled.

Eddie and Nancy laughed.

"You know, since you got injured in the line of duty, I think this little warrior deserves a piggyback ride," Eddie said and turned around.

Holly cheered as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He snorted like a pig and started walking with Nancy, who was gazing at him fondly.

"Teddy! Always hold hands, remember?" Holly asked.

Eddie grinned and held out his hand towards Nancy, wiggling his fingers at her. Nancy blushed and took his hand. Somewhere along the way, their fingers slid together. When they entered the parlor, Holly immediately jumped down from Eddie's back and started running towards the counter. Steve ran out and met her halfway, scooping her up.

"There's my girl!" Steve exclaimed.

"I missed you!" Holly squealed and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I missed you too, pumpkin," Steve said.

"I like your outfit," Holly said.

"I like yours," he replied.

"It matches Nancy's outfit," Holly stated proudly.

"I see that," Steve laughed. "But you know what it needs?"

He took off his hat and plopped it down on her head. She giggled madly.

"How do I look?" She asked.

"Better than I do in the hat," he said. "What have you been up to? Catch me up."

"Me and Teddy almost got eaten by a troll!" Holly exclaimed.

"Okay, I'm a little lost," Steve said.

Nancy watched with a smile on her face as Eddie and Holly both recounted the story in their own adorable way. She loved the way that Holly lit up with both of them. Looking at Steve with Holly, she knew without a doubt that she was still in love with Steve, but there was also something else stirring for Eddie as well. As she looked at both of them, she knew she couldn't put them through what she put Steve through, especially since she could recognize that Steve and Eddie were starting to like one another. She couldn't come between that, and she couldn't mess it up for Holly. If only there was a way for her to be with both of them. Her eyes slid to Robin's, who was now looking at her with wide eyes. It looks like she figured it out, too. Robin slowly raised her hands and gave her two thumbs up. Nancy didn't know what that was supposed to mean. She ignored it and sat down to enjoy some ice cream with the three of them, pushing aside the warm feelings of affection in her stomach.

Chapter Six

[cainluvr69]

"A Smile As Shy As The Sun Peeking Through The Leaves" Cain SSR Story - The Most Reassuring Of Them All

Cain and I were investigating the petal-covered interior of Foster Laboratory together.

Akira: Well, we're pretty much as deep into this place as we can get.

Cain: Yeah. We haven't found any clues yet, so it'd be great if we could find one in here, but the chances of that are…

Cain & Akira: …!

Akira: Did you just hear something from that room? Maybe it's Mister Angelo…?

Cain: I'll check it out. Stay behind me, Master Sage.

Cain eased open the door with a deadly serious expression on his face, and I saw…something slither away from the door and into the heavy darkness of the room.

Akira: Eek…?! Wh-what was that?!

Cain: Ugh, gross!! It's like a snake nest in there.

What was slithering inside that room, you ask? Thousands of slippery, slimy tentacles, dripping with some thick, purple liquid. Just looking at them squirming over each other was making my skin crawl. Exactly like Cain said, it looked like a massive snake nest. Cain's face was scrunched up in an expression of pure disgust, but he still diligently looked the room over.

Cain: …I can't sense anyone inside here. Investigation officially over, time to lock this back up!

Akira: Okay…wah!!

The moment Cain tried to close the door, the tentacles snapped into motion and started reaching for us.

Akira: Waaugh?!

Cain: Master Sage!

Cain grabbed my arm and pulled me back before stepping in front of me and drawing his sword, all in a single smooth movement. And then, a calm, relaxed voice floated over to us.

Shylock: Oh my. What an unusual playmate you've found for yourselves.

Akira: Shylock!

Cain: Good timing! Shylock, can you take the Sage and…

Shylock: No, no. You stand back too, dear. That sword of yours is far too delectable a morsel.

Cain: Huh?

Shylock tugged a still-confused Cain behind him before tossing…what looked like a coin into the room, towards those icky feelers. They all changed targets immediately, descending on the coin, and…the metal immediately began to melt.

Akira: Woah…?!

The coin dissolved into nothing, and the feelers slithered away from the door, seeming satisfied with what they'd gotten.

Shylock: That's a rare type of plant that subsists off metal. As you just saw, the purple mucilage traps and breaks down any metal it gets onto, digesting it. It'd love to do the same to that blade of yours, Cain.

Cain: Gotcha… So what you're saying is I almost fed them. Thanks, Shylock. It's a good thing you showed up when you did.

Cain sheathed his sword, still nice and un-digested. He scratched his cheek, looking bashful, and gave a wry smile.

Cain: I guess as a wizard, I really do need to learn to stand back and observe before jumping into a fight. Too bad I've still got my knight training as second nature, which says to jump in with my sword at the ready.

Akira: Yeah, I can't imagine a standard knight would be going up against an icky plant that can eat their sword…

Cain: But that's where we're at now. So, Shylock. Would you be willing to join us while we finish our investigation of the lab? I want to learn more about how a wizard's supposed to fight from you.

Shylock: Oh, my. You'd like to watch my back? I'm honored.

And so we continued our investigation with the ever-reassuring Shylock at our side. …Or, at least, that was the intention…

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Akira: Eeek…! These flowers caught me!

Cain: Master Sage! Hold on, I'll get you loose right awa…ow! Did that flower just bite me?!

Shylock: Yes, these would be puppyblossoms. Here, give them a little scratch behind this bit that looks like a dog's ears and they'll settle down just like that.

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Cain: …Alright, let's open you up… Gwoah?! Cough…!

Akira: Cain! Are you okay?! The color of that powder's really worrying…!

Cain: Yeah, I'm…uh? My vision's kinda…

Shylock: This would be…oh, you poor thing. I've heard the spores of this mushroom improve your visual acuity to the point you can see the reverse side of the world.

Akira: It makes your eyesight better?

Shylock: Yes, by about 3,000%. Perhaps you'll see something that you shouldn't…or perhaps not…

Cain: Hey, I see something weird over there…um, is that supposed to have two heads…?

Akira: (It took him all of half a second to see something he shouldn't…!!)

Shylock: My apologies, it's rather difficult to clear this one up without a properly trained physician. It'll go away on its own given enough time, so I'll cast a spell to blindfold you until then.

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Akira: There's…so many plants… Cain, are you okay?

Cain: Yep. I bandaged the puppyblossom bite, and my eyesight's gone back to normal. Thanks, Shylock. I was right on the money that I'd be able to learn a lot from having you come with us. This is really different from going up against an armed human. It really is important to take a step back first when things are looking dicey…

Akira: (He's being so earnest about it…)

Shylock: Ufufu. That said, I am quite fond of you and the way you leap out like a little lion cub.

Cain: Man, don't butter me up like that. Praise from you will make me go, "Welp, better stay the way I am, then!"

Cain grinned to show he wasn't being serious in the slightest, but just then--

Shylock: …

Shylock's gaze suddenly sharpened to a point, settling on the door…right next to me. Cain looked where Shylock was staring, and his expression hardened a little.

Cain: …What is that? I can feel some kind of weird presence…

Shylock: Let us have a look, shall we? Sage, be sure to stay back. Cain, make sure the Sage stays back.

Shylock placed his hand on the doorknob and slowly, slowly, opened the door.

Akira: …Huh? More flowers?

Within was a single pot with a single red flower growing from its soil. It didn't try to bite us or scatter spores on us or anything.

Akira: (So why do I feel so…) (There's nothing sad about this, so why do I feel like I could cry and cry and cry…)

My vision was blurred by tears almost instantly. I started sobbing, my heart wracked with sadness, and I didn't know why.

Akira: U-umm… Shylock… Cain… Is th-- Is that flower…

Shylock: …

Akira: Sh--Shylock?!

Shylock's face had twisted with grief, one hand hiding his mouth.

Akira: (Something's wrong with Shylock! Ohhhh, what do I do, I want to cry, what do I do…)

Cain: It's okay, Master Sage.

Just as I felt myself getting worked into a panic, I felt something warm on my shoulder, and I jerked my head to see what it was. But it was just Cain, his gaze level. His strong yet kind eyes made my head, full and heavy with grief and confusion, suddenly feel a little bit clearer.

Cain: I'll take care of you two right now. Just sit tight.

And with that, he turned back to the red flower. He stepped forward, and there was nary a hint of hesitation in his movements.

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Akira: Cain…?!

Cain strode up to the flower with purposeful, unflinching steps. He stood before the pot and drew his sword, holding it above the flower.

Cain: <Gladius Procella>

Once the last syllable of his spell had left his mouth, the red flower's petals quietly began to close. It was like the fog had lifted. The crushing sense of grief disappeared, just like that. Once I finished wiping my tears away, I rushed up to Cain.

Akira: Cain! Cain, are you okay?!

Cain: Yeah. I'm glad the two of you seem to be okay now, too.

Akira: Yes, because of what you did… Thank you so much. But, um, this isn't going to turn out to melt your brain or anything later, right?

Shylock: No, the flower has no effect while not in bloom. This is a lamentation lily. They bloom from corpses that met with a terrible fate, and their blooming is accompanied by a powerful aura of grief.

Cain: Huh, so there's a kind of flower that does that. I mean, I felt something weird too, but… I guess I'm just resistant to its effects for some reason, at least compared to you two. So I figured if anyone was gonna do anything, it had to be me.

Shylock: Very astute. We Western wizards have hearts that are easily moved to emotion, so we are easily affected by the flower's magic… But I suppose the strong-hearted Central wizards would be able to handle it much better. Thank goodness we had you here, Cain.

Cain: Nah, no thanks needed. It was just lucky that I'm like this, that's all.

And with that, Cain plopped one big hand each on my and Shylock's shoulders.

Cain: Besides, it seemed like it was pretty rough on the two of you. Don't worry, it's all over now.

Akira: Cain…

His reliable smile and the warmth of his hands chased away the gloom the flower had guided into my heart. I can only imagine how many people have been saved by his gallantry. Shylock and I glanced at one another, and then we both smiled at him--our hero of the moment.

Shylock: Why thank you, Sir Captain of the Knights. That was a wonderful reminder of why your country saw fit to entrust you with such an important role.

Akira: It really, really was!

Cain: Ahaha, hey now, don't go getting all clever on me. Looks like you two are feeling all better now, huh? Alright. If you've recovered enough to be joking around like that, then let's get back to our investigation. Let's go!

Cain took point, our ever reliable vanguard. His broad shoulders, his powerful back…was the most reassuring one I could follow.

Training Episode - How To Choose A Flower

Akira: That lab we were at, Foster Laboratory, sure was full of strange plants.

Cain: For real. I've been a lot of places on military campaigns, and there were still nothing but plants I'd never seen before in there. Gathering them all up to study the weeping peacock flower was a real labor of love.

Akira: Yeah, for sure. Do you have any flowers that you like, Cain?

Cain: Hmm… I mean, I don't really know much about them. I've looked up the names and meanings of the ones that women have given me, but…

Akira: (He didn't even hesitate before saying that…!)

Cain: I guess it'd be the chaste maiden flower that left the strongest impression on me?

Akira: Chaste maiden flower?

Cain: It's a kind of flower that blooms near creeks and rivers. Let's see, I'm pretty sure there's a field guide Murr left behind around here somewhere… …Oh, here we go. It's the one on the right, there's the picture.

Akira: Gosh, it's so small and pretty! Those white flowers are so slender… I'm a little surprised, though. You're so bright and cheery I admit I was kind of expecting something a little more passionate.

Cain: Ahaha, is that how I seem to you? Well, I don't dislike those kinds of flowers, at least. But the chaste maiden flower has this tasty sweet-and-sour flavor when you bite into the stem.

Akira: …What?

Cain: Back in my hometown, we used to look for them on the riverbank and chew on 'em. I think the kids still do that. And I still think "Damn, that looks tasty…" whenever I'm feeling a little hungry and see one of those flowers.

Akira: (…I guess that's one way for it to be a really Cain type of flower…)

[shunin-gumis]

Nagi Initial SSR Story

A Taste of Happiness (Part 2)

Any notes with a * are at the end of the post!

Location - Mountain path

Nagi: ...No good, the bike's completely stalled.

Momiji: Oh no, what do we do now... We're in the middle of the mountains and it's in the dead of night now... I don't think we can call anyone for repairs. Do we start pushing the bike down the path?

Nagi: No, it's ok, this one's a champ. I just have to give it a little nudge to get it started again.

Nagi: This is exactly why Sonia left the tools in my bag. Just wait for a bit, Chief.

Nagi: If you could cheer me on, that would lift my spirits and make me happy.

Momiji: Haha, should I wave an uchiwa* for you? ...Wait, you actually have one!?

Momiji: Um... I'll just hold the flashlight instead, ok?

Momiji: How's this? Can you see clearly?

Nagi: Perfectly. Please hold it up for a bit.

Momiji: Got it.

Nagi: Seems like... the problem's here.

Nagi: Alright, I should be able to fix this right away.

Momiji: That's some impressive technique, you're just like a professional!

Nagi: It's just because I'm used to it. I'm confident that I could pass for the mechanic certification on the first try.

Nagi: Ah. Or maybe not. I'm worried about the actual writing part. I can imagine all my stationary ending up falling apart.

Momiji: Ahahaha.......

Nagi: The atmospheric pressure was stable too....

Nagi: I guess it's because I managed to get my hands on some rare flowers that are usually never stocked at the market...

Momiji: This is about Nagi-kun's "Theory on the Yajirobe of Fortune and Misfortune"...*

Momiji: A balancing act of his happiness... Whenever something fortuitous happens to him, it's guaranteed to be followed by misfortune to balance it out again...

Momiji: Still, something like that is...

Nagi: But the fact is that you ended up being affected by my misfortune too.

Nagi: ...Sorry, Chief. Are you fed up with me now?

Choice 1: I'm surprised rather than fed up

Momiji: I guess I'd say I'm surprised rather than fed up… I can barely believe this is actually a thing. Momiji: But it's also true that I got to experience something that was only possible because I was with you, Nagi-kun. I'm being honest when I say I really learned something today. Nagi:... I guess you're kind to even someone like me, Chief. Thank you.

Choice 2: Not at all. In fact I find it exciting!

Momiji: Maybe it's a little inappropriate to say but... it's kind of like experiencing a thrill ride, I get excited wondering about what's gonna happen next! Nagi: Chief, you're amazing. Your heart is as big as the Pacific Ocean.

Momiji: It's nothing like that.

Momiji: Besides, it must have been really hard on you, to deal with this all on your lonesome. When it's the two of us, we can gain courage from each other to overcome our challenges.

Momiji: Troubles or misfortune, come what may, feel free to share them all with me.

Nagi: ....Ok.

Nagi: Ah, got the engine to start up again, Chief.

Momiji: That's great! Now we just have to head home.

Nagi: Um... before that. I have some place I'd like to take you to, is that ok?

Nagi: If we get a move on now, we should reach it time.... Although, I'll still stay under the speed limit.

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Nagi: ...Here we are. Nice timing, if I do say so myself.

Momiji: Wow...! The sun's rising! It's beautiful....

Nagi: Right? This is my secret hideout.... Wait, hideout might be the wrong word for it. Um, special spot?

Nagi: I come here once in a while on my bike, just to see this sunrise.

Momiji: Was it alright to bring me here?

Nagi: I wanted to share this with you because it's you, Chief.

Nagi: Drinking coffee while I watch the sunrise is a small reward I treat myself to.

Nagi: But today, I'm not alone. I have you with me, Chief.

Nagi: Today... Well, I guess it's yesterday now. I couldn't even imagine something like this happening when I woke up yesterday.

Nagi: There's plenty of happiness and unhappiness scattered all around this world.

Nagi: But that just means the possibilities are endless, right?

Momiji: Hehe, I agree. This world is full of possibilities!

Nagi: ...With that said, have this coffee as thanks for accompanying me all the way to this morning.

Nagi: A tumbler of Sonia's special blend. It's hot so be careful.

Momiji: Thank you!

Momiji: Good work today, Nagi-kun.

Nagi: You did good too, Chief.

Momiji: The coffee I had together with Nagi-kun while watching the sunrise... was very warm and delicious.

*uchiwa is a flat hand-fan that's usually decorated in the style of one's bias in support of them.

*Yajirobe is a term used for Japanese balancing toys. The mechanism involves balancing the main body at a fulcrum and making sure it doesn't tilt too far in either direction before it's balanced again, swinging back like a pendulum.

Part 1

[kitsune-oji]

Hi Oji! 🩵🩵

I'm taking you up on your offer for Lucifer comfort. I'm in the hospital awaiting emergency surgery and could really use something lucifer related (and maybe Mammon and Beelie too if it's not too much trouble) for comfort. Like what they would do for a s/o who needed an emergency procedure or something. I would appreciate it 😭😭😭

S/O who needs Emergency Surgery

Oh gosh, I hope everything goes well 🫂 :( of course I'll write you something and I hope it manages to comfort you even if only a bit

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Beelzebub

Gn! Mc (you/yours)

Tags/Warnings: hospital/medical themes, surgery mention, sick reader, comfort, reader has longer hair or bangs (Beel)

Lucifer

If the news find him late, Lucifer feels his heart drop down drastically. He doesn't waste a second to get to where you are and hopes he can see you once more before you get carted into the surgery room

If you're with him at the time, Lucifer is already in his caring big brother Mode, worrying and taking care of you since you're not feeling well

He doesn't want to wait for the emergency vehicle to arrive, so he's driving you to the hospital yourself (or flying if possible)

Of course, Lucifer will also carry you if you want or need him to and when you get to the emergency station in the hospital, they already know he's the an who just called them to tell them you'd be there soon without him having to say anything

They would be quicker in accommodating you if they know in advance, he told you and sure enough, you don't have to wait long to be laid down on a hospital bed and get the medical attention you need

Lucifer is there by your side the whole time, holding your hand when you're on your way to the surgery room and kissing the back of it, whispering assurances just loud enough for you to hear him too

"You're so brave for me." "Everything will be fine." "I will be here when you wake up."

If there's still time before you have to get that surgery, Lucifer bring you anything you ask him to or at least organises others bringing you those things if it's something like clothes or a comfort item you forgot at home

He can read to you, tell you old stories of his brothers and him or just hold you in his arms if possible. Whatever you need, Lucifer wants to make sure you don't feel alone and that you won't feel too anxious about the upcoming procedure

If it helps, he can find out what exactly they will do and how it should help you, so that you don't feel like you're going in blindly without any idea what's going to happen while you're unconscious

While you're in surgery and after you got out and have to sleep off the rest of the anesthetic, Lucifer uses his time to organise everything so that you will be as comfortable as possible once you wake up

The sterile hospital room looks much more homely with your own blankets and your favorite flowers on the bedside table. There's even that picture of the brothers and you that you keep on your desk and the messages you got aren't overwhelming because Lucifer told them to keep it short. They could come see you once you were awake, so they didn't have to spam you with messages

The best thing however was seeing Lucifer once you woke up. He's so gentle and soft spoken, telling you to take it easy and calling in the nurse to check you over now that you've regained consciousness

He will take over helping you with anything like changing clothes or washing yourself, reluctantly letting the nurses take care of any bandages and such

Mammon

If he wasn't there when you and maybe those around you realised you needed medical attention asap, Mammon would feel so very very guilty for not being there. Even if he knows that it probably wouldn't have changed much and you'd still have to go to the hospital, Mammon wanted to be there for you when you need him. He'd run to were you are when he gets the news with such desperation that it's almost like he teleported

If however, you were close to him in that moment or perhaps in the same house, Mammon would be by your side in and instant and not leave you until you tell him to or he gets kicked out for trying to get into the surgery room with you

He will carry you if you want or need it, hold your hand and keep checking in with you

"Did it get worse?" "Can I do anything?" "Do you need some water?"

Barging into the emergency station of the hospital and demanding loudly that they give you the medical attention you need right this moment, was something you could have expected from Mammon

If you have the capacity to feel embarrassed in that moment, you can hide your face at least to not see all the attention fall on the two of you

Fair enough though, it makes the staff take care of you quickly. Finding you a bed and a room and figuring out what you need before scheduling a surgery as fast as possible (and needed, depending on what the issue is)

Mammon is a ball of anxious energy and when he's not able to be with you, he's gnawing on his fingernails, frowning and walking in circles. The urge to just try and get back into that surgery room again to at least see you was strong but considering it didn't work the first time and they were now in the middle of it, he'd only be interrupting or worse, surprising the doctors which could mean they may make a mistake and-

Yeah no, he needed to stay outside. He'd be there whenever you got out at least

If you still have some time together before the actual procedure and you're staying together in your hospital room, Mammon sits on a chair next to you and will try to help by distracting you any way you want

You can talk or he can just read you stories even if he's not the best at reading aloud or he can tell you all about this scheme he thought up or that movie he wants to watch with you...

If you're scared, Mammon will hug you (as much as possible) and let you tell him all about it. He doesn't really know what he can do but he at least promises you that he will be here, with you and that he's sure you will be better soon

By the time you wake up after the surgery, you can find Mammon sleeping in the chair next to your bed. He's sure to have a sore neck when he wakes up

There are messages from the brothers, royals, angels and other friends and family you may have and Mammon told his brothers to bring your favorite flowers and some clothes for you to change when you could. There was no way he would leave your side unless absolutely necessary and once he's awake, you know he will take care of you in any way you need

Beelzebub

Beel is someone who is overwhelmingly protective of those he loves and you're no exception. He feels as if he should keep you safe from anyone and anything and knowing that you need medical help and he can't do anything makes him feel helpless

Still, his mere presence next to you, his hand holding yours or brushing your hair from your forehead, is so soothing. Since he's not a demon of many words, Beel mostly takes to just staying by your side and answering anything you ask. Of course, he can also tell you stories to distract you if you ask him to do so. Mostly he tells you stories from the time they were in the Celestial Realm. Of Lilith and how different his brothers were and what was the same and all the shenanigans they got up to

It irks Beel that he cannot stay by your side when you finally go into surgery but he clenches his teeth and leaves to eat away his frustrations and anxiety over everything going well in there

He's not too far away however and takes food with him to eat while he waits for you to wake up

When you regain consciousness, you find him kneeling next to your bed, his hand holding yours while his head is laid on the mattress as he sleeps

Petting his head makes him wake up immediately and the way he fusses over you without hesitation makes you chuckle

"How do you feel?" "Do you want anything to eat? Do you crave something specific?" "Here's some water, you should drink." "I got you favorite snacks... I didn't eat half of them, so you can have them if you want."

If possible, Beel can even hold you in his arms now that you're awake again (please let him, he needs the reassurance that you're safe) and if you want, he will feed you too

Hospital food is horrible but don't worry, Beel will eat it for you so it doesn't go to waste and instead call someone to bring you something you actually like

[emeritus-fuckers]

First off I apologize if I frequent the confessional (aka the inbox) too often. 😔 pretty new to ghost and I love your writing! Secondly, I saw you wanted fluff requests and I have one that’s not exactly fluff, it’s more hurt/comfort, but it is NOT HORNY (for once). Also since this is such a sensitive and personal topic I 100% understand if you need to refuse it!

-mental health and self harm warning-

How would Papas (or Terzo specifically if you’re short in time but still want to do the prompt) react to and comfort their s/o who feels guilty/ashamed after a mental health relapse? Feel free to keep the specific event vague for your and others’ comfort :) (I recently self harmed and have found a lot of comfort in thinking about my Papa telling me he’s still proud of me and that I’m getting better, still recovering, etc.)

Once again, this is a very difficult topic for many people so I completely understand if this is outside of your comfort zone. (If it is a reject, I would greatly appreciate it if you could reply privately.)Write what you love and have a wonderful day! ❤️

While I usually respond to asks with a little comment, I've already said everything in the dms. For everyone else, though, a reminder: this is a comfort zone for you. If there is anything going on, please don't hesitate message my main if you want to talk about it. I'm here for you. - Jez

Papas self-harm comfort

TW: mentions of self-harm, poor mental health.

Primo

He notices right away. Or maybe he just knows. It's unclear.

He takes you to the garden, knowing that it was a comfort space for you both.

Talks to you about flowers, but you can tell there's something more he's getting to. So you wait, listening to how fondly he would speak about the plants.

"Do you like roses, amore? I find them particularly loveable, even despite their thorns. Over the years, I've hurt myself on them many times, but I can't bring myself to hate them. After all, they're just trying to defend themselves this way, since they don't know that I also protect them."

Something about this little speech made you realize that he knew what you did. And just like that, it all hit you hard enough to make you fall to your knees and start crying, mumbling how sorry you were.

He would carefully help you up and take you to the nearest bench and sits there with you, holding you and rubbing soothing circles onto your back.

"I know it's difficult, my love. I know. But I'm here with you now. I won't hate you or leave you because you're hurting. You just couldn't handle it anymore, could you?"

His voice is so soft and you can hear he's sad, beating himself up over not noticing it earlier, before you relapsed.

"But it's going to get better now. I'm here to protect you. I'll help you get through this."

Secondo

He's always been very direct, which might be why so many people in the Ministry considered him a prick.

The moment he notices just how often you pull your sleeves down is the moment he calls you over to go talk in his room.

He asks to see your arms. And your terrified eyes tell him everything. You've relapsed.

He seemed angry, clenching his fists. And that scared you even more, you almost ran away, but he caught you and pulled to you his chest.

He held you so tight, he almost knocked the air out of your lungs.

And that's when you realize, he's not mad at you. He's mad at himself. He's mad that he let that happen.

And so you both just hold onto each other for a while before he picks you up and carries you to bed. He tucks you in and goes to make dinner for you.

He just kinda goes into house husband mode?

He tries his best to make you feel safe and loved.

He trusts you to talk to him when you're ready. And until then, he's practically glued to you.

Terzo

He knew something was wrong when you didn't return his affection with your regular enthusiasm. At first he thought maybe you were just in a bad mood, but he kept observing you just in case.

After a while he pulled you aside, taking you to his room to talk. He sat on the bed with you, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you.

"Wanna tell me what's going on?" He would ask quietly, resting his cheek on top of your head as you curled up to cuddle to him some more.

He could tell you were hesitant, but he wanted to make sure you were comfortable before you spoke. So he just held you and rocked you, kissing the top of your head and humming a soft tune to you.

When you finally opened up, telling him that you've relapsed and started hurting yourself again, he holds you tighter and stays quiet for a while.

After a few minutes, he'd ask if you'd be comfortable to show him where you did it. If you did, he would kiss around your scars, the old and fresh ones, his lips incredibly gentle against your skin.

He lets you cry it out, holding you against his chest.

He wants you to feel safe with him. To know that you can always come to him and talk.

Copia

When you tell him one evening that you need to have a serious conversation with him, he can already tell it's gonna be bad. Although his assumption was that you wanted to break up with him.

But, as it turned out, it was way, way worse.

You already confided in him that you used to hurt yourself, but he never thought you'd relapse!

He's very sad, but tries his best not to show it and just holds you for a while.

He would try and gently ask you for the reason. Did he fail to see the signs? Oh, he did, didn't he?

He's upset with himself that he couldn't prevent it.

Quietly begs you to come to him whenever you have thoughts about hurting yourself again, no matter what he's doing.

Offers to get you a nice therapist.

Tries to make you happier however he can. Dedicates all his free time to you.

Plays video games with you, lets you play with his rats, he's by your side whenever possible.

He really hopes that's at least close to being enough.

Old Nihil

He's incredibly confused when he found out.

This man does not see a single flaw in you, he views you as above perfection.

And for whatever reason, you harmed yourself???

It does not make sense to him. He demands to have you called to his bedroom so he can question you.

He's even more shocked as you break down, crying and apologizing.

"Hey, hey now, stop crying, okay?"

He's just... So awkward as he pats your shoulder and assures you that he loves you, he just really has no clue why you'd want to do that!

He wants you to explain everything to him just so he can tell you you're wrong and interrupting you with his own views of him.

He tries, okay?

Young Nihil

This fucking dumbass...

His first reaction is literally "Why the fuck would you do that?!"

He's in shock and it's basically a defensive reaction.

He doesn't understand why you'd do something so stupid???

He might yell at you at first and only realize after a moment that he's making it worse.

So he apologizes, still a bit grumpy about it, but he holds you close.

"Listen, just... Just don't do that. Okay? I don't wanna lose ya."

He might actually tear up about it once you're asleep. His life was filled with fuck-ups and he'd hate it if he'd lose you.

He's gonna pay more attention to you from now on.

And he's gonna do his best to take care of you.

He's an idiot and he lets him emotions get the better of him, but he really does love you. He' just bad at showing it. Really bad.

[tigreblvnc]

BLUE LOCK MATCHUP — @araerry

Your match is...

— Michael Kaiser

✦ OK, this intro is going to be very long and unnecessary, BUT

✦ I had to tell you about my writing process for your matchup.

✦ I read your entire bio in one go, commenting out loud, and I thought it was rare to read such depth in someone's words. It's not common and it intrigued me a lot.

✦ Honestly, I think very few characters can match you because it would require someone who can truly understand who you are, and I don't think that's something everyone can do.

✦ … And it might seem ultra paradoxical to you, but I actually thought of many people to match you with! However, there was always something missing or unconvincing.

✦ My choice was therefore quite limited, and not knowing your age range, even though I thought of some older characters, I refrained from going in that direction. But I'll tell you more at the end of the post if you're interested, where I'll mention the other characters I considered for a match.

✦ I thought of older characters because you really evoke someone who has long since surpassed adolescence! I know the particular context in which you grew up has a lot to do with it, and that's why I couldn't see myself matching you with someone still too immature.

✦ We haven't even gotten to the heart of the matchup yet, but I find your profile extraordinarily interesting. I mean, as a person behind your screen, you must be someone really fascinating to be around. This is the first time I've received such a detailed description with such precise content, so really, thank you! It's a blessing for me.

✦ (I love getting so much material; the more I have, the more I want to write!! MOUHAHAHA)

✦ -- Well, you're rambling but you still haven't started the headcanons, Yuno, right…

✦ First of all… It may sound cliché, but I absolutely wanted the suitor to be capable of spontaneously bringing flowers lol

✦ It's my romantic side speaking…

✦ This is the first time I'm giving Kaiser to someone, and I was waiting for very specific traits to say "this is the right person".

✦ In my understanding of his character, he absolutely needs someone who can take care of others. This is the very foundation of the relationship.

✦ "my maturity also comes from me being an older sister, in friend groups I’m usually the big sister of the group (sometimes mother) even If i’m usually always the baby of the group." -> THIS. It's exactly what I was waiting for!!!

✦ We can say that he is now independent and master of himself, but I believe that all his wounds come from the fact that no one knew how to give him love in his childhood.

✦ "with emotions I find it very hard to express my emotions, for me emotions are very complicated, I never can understand what I feel or what others feel" I don't see him being good at expressing his feelings either, because he was never given the space to do so.

✦ "and this is how my big psychology interest was born" He did it too, partly for personal gain. But I think if today we see him more expressive (it's relative, but he is still much more communicative than in the past when he joined Bastard München), it's thanks to his study of psychology. Imitating the behavior of others to blend in better. Understanding others to manipulate them better…

✦ Maybe you could see through his game. You show little emotion, you talk little about what you feel. It makes you hard to read, and… all the more desirable for those who try.

✦ Your first meeting probably took place in the past, after Kaiser was arrested by the police. They noticed his condition and his injuries, the treatment he was undergoing. He had to be taken to the hospital to check that nothing was broken. It was during this short period that you first saw each other.

✦ He saw the flowers you were growing.

✦ Guess where his tattoo comes from?

✦ (I'm going to create a whole lore about you and an alternative origin of his tattoo)

✦ I think that before you, he hadn't interacted with many other children his age either. He had always lived locked up, with no one to take care of him. He didn't go to school at all and learned the basics of life on his own. Reading, writing, stealing.

✦ This gap with society was a decisive element in your relationship.

✦ If he didn't listen to anyone, neither doctors nor police officers, wanted to hit everyone… I like to imagine that when he saw you, everything in him calmed down.

✦ For the first time, Kaiser wanted to listen to someone talk.

✦ And you were so calm, so shy.

✦ But he intrigued you, this wild boy from nowhere.

✦ Both of you had trouble with social norms. You didn't understand them, it wasn't your world.

✦ I think he was sincerely touched by your situation, even if he didn't physically show it.

✦ "I don’t like people," when he heard you say that, he felt like he was hearing himself.

✦ "I don't like them either," he replied.

✦ Between you, it was a game of taming. Distant, secret, silent, very powerful.

✦ You probably talked about very hard and painful subjects together, especially for your age. But it only scared others who couldn't imagine that two children could have such strength of character.

✦ Maybe he showed you what his father did to him.

✦ Never with words. Only showing.

✦ You understood, every time.

✦ "people have said that I remind them of old paintings" I can understand if they said that because you are someone pleasant to look at. You must have something peaceful, exuding a serenity immortalized, like in a painting. The features of Renaissance paintings are rather soft, you know?

✦ Speaking of painting, I'm sure he liked watching you paint. He didn't say anything, just sat on the floor, watching you brush the canvas. It had something restful, hypnotic that helped him fall asleep. It was something beautiful, and Kaiser had never seen anything beautiful until then.

✦ By any chance, did you draw him while he was sleeping?

✦ "I like sculpturing, mostly Hellenistic sculptures (classical Greek sculptures)" Kaiser's physical appearance tells me he would make a superb Greek statue, and maybe in the future, once the World Cup is won, you'll be the one to create it.

✦ "I’ve always been told I’m intimidating and hard to approach because of my face and my 'aura'" Honestly, I don't think Kaiser ever felt intimidated looking at you. He simply saw someone who, like him, was tired of life.

✦ I want to say that, due to the conditions in which he grew up, his general knowledge was very undeveloped. You talked to him about the stars, he remembers, and today he knows which direction to look at the sky to find their constellation.

✦ "I also love flowers and birds I know so many flower meanings and have a garden where I grow many flowers and plants actually" Were there any of those plants in your room? The ones Kaiser saw the first time he came.

✦ I like to imagine that even after joining Bastard München, a part of you remained etched in him.

✦ The dishes served by the club were never good. Never as good as the ones you made for him.

✦ Maybe you are one of the few to have a photo of him before his rise in football.

✦ "I have dark red hair (I dyed it)" I think he asked Ness for a blue gradient in his hair to echo your red hair dyed by yourself. It struck him when he saw you with it.

✦ Nowadays, he's in the middle of a match against PXG in Japan. It's right now that he's proving himself, learning to deconstruct himself to bring out the best version of himself. I like to think that once he returns to Germany, it will be to come and see you and say "I did it."

✦ It's to those we love that we are the proudest to announce our successes.

A word about your match: Okay, I gave everything I had in this matchup lol. Hope you enjoyed it. BY THE WAY, the other ones I thought of were Ego (yes), Rin, Sae, Chigiri, and Yukimiya, the latter two partly because they had known the hospital too.

© TIGREBLVNC 2024 | AUGUST '24 MATCHUPS EDITION.

[amaretigris]

The Possibility of You

Taglist: @luna2034 @notagreekgal28 @hopeisrising @mylittlemermaid221 @justagirlthatlovedtoread @freyagallileaevans @daydreamerwithnohobbies @jonahhauer-kingg @jonahmermaid23

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Ch. 3 | 2.4k words | Fluff & smut suggestions

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You strolled into the cafe the next morning feeling quite annoyed that you were up so early without having caffeine yet. You weren't exactly a morning person. You stopped inside the door of the restaurant when you saw Jonah's curls at your table. His back was facing you, so he hadn't seen you just yet, but you felt yourself fluster at the sight of him. What was he doing here already? Quietly walking to your table, you spotted two iced vanilla lattes on the table in front of him.

"Why are you here so early?"

It came out softer than you meant it to. You chalked it up to you not being fully awake yet.

Jonah's bright blue eyes smiled with his lips at the sight of you.

"I wanted to get your coffee for you this morning. I got one for myself to try as well," he slid a cup over to your side of the table as you sat.

You looked to the counter to find Lyle pouting, staring in your direction. The sight made you giggle as you turned back to Jonah.

"Yeah, Lyle wasn't too happy about it," he laughed.

"How was your night?"

Jonah chatted with you while you unpacked your laptop and books. After telling him that your night was fine, you included information that you probably shouldn't have.

"I'm happy that my best friend Vanessa gets back in town today. I've been counting down the days since she left."

Cringe. You sound like a loser.

"Oh, so you're not a total loner?"

Jonah smiled.

"I'm glad that you have someone to confide in. Everyone needs someone like that in their life."

You were getting into the habit of sharing more personal information with Jonah. You needed to get a grip. It hadn't even been a week since you started seeing him daily, and he was already wearing down your defenses.

"Who's your person?"

You were genuinely curious. And maybe if he continued to share information with you it wasn't so bad. It was a mutual exchange.

"My dad," Jonah answered with a soft smile, but it gave way to a frown as he fiddled with the rim of his plastic cup.

"You said he travels for work. I'm sure you must miss him," you watched Jonah's eyes lift to yours again.

"I do, but he should be home soon," he sighed.

"I apologize, I didn't mean to get so personal today."

His statement surprised you.

"Don't apologize," you assured him.

"Thank you for my coffee. You didn't have to do that."

You reached out and brushed your fingers against his knuckles. The sensation instantly sent a surge of goosebumps through your skin, and unbeknownst to you, Jonah experienced the same jolt. You watched his pupils dilate slightly.

"What if one day we could be that for each other?"

You felt your heart hammering in your chest at the question - no, the possibility.

"I can't be your dad if that's what you're asking," you deflected.

That was a classic move of yours. Anytime someone gets close or serious, you have to try to drown it out with humor. Jonah surprised you again when he laughed. A real, genuine laugh, not a polite or mocking one.

"Ah, funny and charming. How delightful," he smiled.

You blushed at his dimples and the sudden compliment. You nervously tucked some stray hairs behind your ear and brought your beverage to your lips with the other hand.

"Alright, I'm sorry," Jonah ducked his head to meet your eyes again.

"I feel as if I've tortured you enough with my presence today. What's your favorite flower?"

"Pink daisies," you admitted.

Jonah nodded, planting his hand on the table.

"I'll get out of your hair," he grabbed his coffee and moved to stand from his seat.

"Wait," you blurted out.

You didn't want him to leave so soon.

"You haven't answered a question for me today. That's the new deal, right?"

Jonah observed you with a smirk, sitting back in his chair.

"Yes, I believe so. Although I thought your question earlier was your one for the day."

You thought back. Shit, that wasn't what you had planned to ask him today. Not that you'd thought about it.

"Oh, no I didn't mean for it to be. Can I have another?"

You tried your best to bat your eyelashes at the stunning man across from you.

"Anything for you, love," Jonah's expression turned more serious.

You fought the new blush creeping up your neck, and spat out your question before you lost the nerve.

"Did you actually sleep with all of the women you took out from campus?"

The idea had admittedly been itching at the back of your brain since you met him. He was charismatic, handsome, and fit. You wouldn't be surprised if he was the playboy you'd heard him described as. All of the easiness dropped from his features at your question, and gave way to a darker expression.

"It seems like someone is trying to get to know me after all," he leaned forward until his face was mere inches from yours.

He then spoke in a low voice only for your ears.

"No, I didn't. I told you that, but no one seems to believe me when I say it. Why do you ask?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat at his proximity. He was even more beautiful up close like this.

"Curiosity, I suppose," you breathed.

He had said that phrase to you before, and you weren't sure that he'd recognize that, but he gave you a knowing smile.

"I welcome the curiosity, but it'd be cruel to give me false hope."

Your eyes bounced between his, then descended to his lips. Jonah's breath hitched in his throat.

"Who said it would be false hope?"

Jonah scrunched his brow as his eyes dipped to your lips as well. He made a tsk sound.

"So many questions today," he whispered.

You didn't know what was happening or how it had happened so quickly, but you felt a magnetic pull to Jonah. You brought your face closer to his, letting your eyes drift back up to his baby blues with a hopeful gleam. Jonah inched his lips closer, and you felt the slightest brush of them when, suddenly, someone loudly cleared their throat next to your table.

The sound startled you and Jonah out of your trance, but Jonah grabbed your upper arms to steady you and keep you from bouncing out of your chair.

"Can we help you?" Jonah snapped at Lyle who stood there with a mischievous grin.

"I just came to see if the lady needed a refill on her drink," Lyle cast a glance to you.

"No, Lyle, I still have over half left," you let out an annoyed sigh at the intrusion.

Lyle nodded.

"Okay, carry on," he left after throwing Jonah another smug smile.

Jonah shoved his hand through his curls.

"Fucking wanker. He's down bad for you."

You wore a sad smile.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think he'd actually interrupt us like that."

Jonah reached across the table to grab your hand.

"Why are you apologizing? Don't be silly."

He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"You know, we could meet up somewhere besides the cafe, and that wouldn't be a problem," Jonah suggested.

You pursed your lips in thought. You couldn't imagine being alone with Jonah in private; not after the attraction you'd just experienced. You feared all your inhibitions would fly out the window. You rubbed your thumb across Jonah's knuckles. The skin was shockingly smooth.

"Like where?"

You hated to admit that you were debating it. You felt like your were caving too easily.

"Anywhere. The theater, a restaurant off campus, or my house even," Jonah stroked your wrist.

"Don't give me false hope," you repeated back to him.

"Darling," Jonah chuckled, "I couldn't if I tried."

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You thought about your almost kiss for the rest of the day. Jonah's lips had touched yours ever so slightly, and you tried to memorize the way they felt - soft and pliant. You had to make it through your lectures, and then you could go see Vanessa. The two of you had so much to catch up on.

Later that evening, you swung the door open to your apartment, and put your keys in the bowl by the door.

"Hello?" You called out.

You heard footsteps racing down the hall, and Vanessa came barreling around the corner.

"Hi!" She squealed as she snatched you up in a hug.

You laughed, hugging her back.

"I missed you," you squeezed her extra tight.

"I missed you too," she outstretched her arms to give you a once over.

"I'm sorry you couldn't come on our family trip this year because of that stupid midterm," Vanessa rolled her eyes.

"It's okay," you shrugged. "It hasn't been all bad."

Vanessa gave you a curious look.

"Oh, it hasn't? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?" She joked.

You playfully swatted her arm.

"My early mornings at the campus cafe have gotten more interesting lately. A guy started noticing me and I've been seeing him every day since," you started, ducking your eyes away from Vanessa.

"What?! Why am I just now hearing about this?"

It was your turn to roll your eyes.

"I didn't want to intrude on your family time. I know how much you love the annual trips," you excused.

"Yeah, whatever," Vanessa waved her hands dismissively.

"So who's the guy?"

You bit your lip with a grimace.

"You know the new foreign exchange student, Jonah?"

Another squeal pierced your ears.

"Bitch, shut up. No it's not, is it?"

You reluctantly nodded. This was the real reason you hadn't told your roommate yet. You knew she'd make a big deal out of it.

"It is, but so far it's nothing serious. Nothing may even come of it," you shrugged again.

"What do you mean nothing may come of it? That is one hot piece of ass. If you don't pounce on that, I will," Vanessa fanned herself for dramatic effect.

"Wait," she added. "So have you gotten his number yet?"

You gulped.

"I just got it today. I haven't texted him yet...," you trailed off.

The memory of Jonah typing his number into your phone and sliding it back across the table replayed in your mind.

"There. Now you can text me anytime you like, sweetheart. Or not. You do love to keep me on my toes," he winked at you.

"(Y/N)? Hello?" Vanessa burst your thought bubble as she grabbed your arms and shook you.

"What?"

Vanessa laughed.

"Someone had a dreamy look in their eye thinking about him. I asked you a question. I asked if you guys were planning to go on a date soon."

"Oh, um, maybe," you were getting a little flustered at the thought.

"He mentioned something about that today, but nothing's set in stone yet."

"Well, you need to text him!" Vanessa encouraged.

"I will, but, um," you were almost embarrassed to ask.

"What are the rumors you've heard about him?"

You swore Vanessa's grin almost split her cheeks.

"Oh, they're great. You know all the women he dated on campus?"

You reluctantly nodded.

"Well, supposedly, he only ever took a handful of them home. And when he did take them home, he didn't sleep with them. He only serviced them, then sent them on their way," she snickered.

Your mouth fell open.

"Serviced them?"

Vanessa nodded.

"Yeah, apparently he has a thing for eating women out. But he never wanted it reciprocated, and he never actually had sex with any of them. He sent the two or three chicks he did it for straight home after it was over."

Your heart rate spiked. Why was that so hot?

"What? Why would he do that?"

Vanessa gave a lazy shrug.

"I don't know, but like I said, if you don't hop on that train, I will," she winked at you.

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That night when you got in bed after you and Vanessa had caught up, you stared up at the ceiling trying to process the information you learned earlier. You hadn't texted Jonah yet. You didn't know if you wanted to after that. It had excited you more than it should have. How could he be so selfless, wanting to give pleasure out to others, only to receive none in return? It didn't make sense.

You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to will the mental image of Jonah's curls between your legs out of your mind. You kicked the covers off of you in a huff, wondering why the hell you couldn't force yourself to sleep. You could text Jonah. Maybe he'd still be up. You could ask him about it yourself. The very thought made your adrenaline spike.

You picked up your phone, and pulled up Jonah's contact information. You chewed on your bottom lip, debating your next course of action. You could call him. You wanted to hear him say it. Something about hearing the words come out of his mouth enticed you. You pressed the call button, shakily pressing the phone to your ear.

The phone rang a couple times, and you closed your eyes. Why the hell would he answer a random call at this hour? He didn't even have your number saved yet because he'd given you the option to reach out to him. And now you are because you're sexually frustrated. What an idiot. You sighed, and you were about to hang up when a deep voice answered the call.

"Hello?"

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" You cringed, biting your thumb nail.

"No, I was just resting my eyes. It's good to hear your voice, (Y/N)."

You smiled.

"I'm sorry I interrupted your rest. I couldn't sleep."

"Stop apologizing. Why can't you sleep, love?"

"Vanessa came home today. I was so happy to see her. I asked her to actually tell me what they say about you. The rumors..."

The line was silent for a beat. You almost checked the screen to see that the call was still connected, until you heard a low groan on Jonah's end. He spoke in a dark, dangerous voice.

"What exactly did she tell you?"