#not to get precious about t-b but it does get to me a bit and why hkvh doesnt even redirect or anything

[meowmeowovermeta]

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Hii love<3 i hope everything is fine🫂

So the other day i accompanied my brother to pick up my niece from kindergarten and she went out with a boy was he carrying her backpack, that was nice 🥹 but i also saw my brother almost have a heart attack because she is his little girl (that was funny lmao) i thought it would be nice - fun something like that with Jack🥹🫶🏻 you can take it if you want (no pressure only yesterday i remembered it while i was reading that petition where B was talking about Patrick)

Sending you lots of love and hope you are having a good week🫶🏻🫶🏻ily😙

Hi love! Thank you so much, I am doing well and I hope you are too! This idea is so cute, thank you for sending it in!

'Are we good? I've got somewhere to be." Jack looked up from his phone at Nemo who was focused on the control board. "Your last verse was a little pitchy, wanna run it again?"

"I like pitchy, its my new sound." Jack joked as he checked the time on his phone, his leg jiggling up and down nervously.

Nemo gave Jack an incredulous look. "Man, what's going on with you? Any other time, if I called you pitchy you'd cuss me out and you've checked the time on your phone like five times in the last 10 minutes."

"He's got a date with his girl", Urban chuckled from his spot across the room. "Girl? I thought your wife was out of town", Nemo asked as he looked between the two of them. "My other girl, Liyah. Its just us this weekend so I'm gonna pick her up from pre-school and take her on a daddy-daughter date today."

A low rumble of "aws" echoed across the room, making Jack blush. "I can still take five minutes to cuss you out if ya'll don't stop", Jack warned as he got up and grabbed his things before heading out the studio, Nemo and Urban busting into laughter as soon as the door shut.

Luckily, Jack timed it just right so he was first in the carpool line with a perfect view of the door so he could see when Aaliyah came out. He answered a couple of work emails while he waited for school to end, jumping out of the car as soon as the bell rung to join the group of waiting parents. Jack rarely got a chance to pick the girls up from school, so he didn't recognize but a few parents he'd met when Aaliyah had a playdate, giving them quick waves hello.

"You must be Jack. Aaliyah talks about you all the time." Jack turned on his heels to acknowledge a voice behind him, coming into contact with a parent he knew he'd never met before. "Hi, I'm Sarah, Parker's mom." Jack took the extended handshake as he slid his phone in his back pocket. "Nice to meet you, Jack Harlow."

"Oh, I know all about you. Parker and Aaliyah have become good friends this year so I've heard all about your music career and how cool of a guy you are." Jack gave Sarah a gentle smile. "I guess paying your daughter does work after all", he said in jest, quickly backtracking when Sarah's face fell.

"I'm kidding, promise I don't pay my children to talk about my career", he bit at his bottom lip, wishing he hadn't made that joke. "Sure", she muttered, taking a step back.

Jack made a mental note to tell you to avoid Sarah in the future, quickly getting over his embarrassment as a bunch of kids came running out. He spotted Aaliyah within the busy crowd, her messy curls up in two ponytails, her face in that beautiful smile that reminded him of you. He took his eyes off of her for a second when he felt his phone buzz, checking his text messages in case it was work related.

"Daddy!" The smile that formed on Jack's face at the sound of Aaliyah's voice quickly turned into a scowl as he saw that she wasn't alone, holding the hand of a little boy her same height as they walked toward him. His breath hitched at the sight, his chest tightening as he tried to keep his composure. "Hi Daddy! Look, I colored you a picture!" She shook the pink construction paper in front of Jack, but he was to preoccupied trying to figure out who this boy was that was holding his precious baby girl's hand.

"Who's this, Liyah?" Jack dropped to his knees to be at eye level with his daughter, taking her backpack from her. "This is Parker! He's my boyfriend!" It took everything in Jack not to pass out on school grounds, his grip on her bag tightening. "Hi, Mr. Jack!", Parker answered, jumping up and down, swinging their arms between them.

"Hi, Parker", Jack mumbled, watching Sarah approach out of the corner of his eye. "Aren't they so cute? They think they're boyfriend and girlfriend", she chuckled, reaching out for Parker, who took her hand. "I wouldn't call it cute, but what do I know?", he gritted out between clenched teeth. Jack didn't mean to sound argumentative, but he sent off a pre-schooler to school this morning and he was picking up a teenager. "Alright baby, let's go." He gave Sarah a weak smile as he grabbed his daughter's hand.

"Bye Parker! I see you soon!" Aaliyah broke away from Jack to give Parker a hug before catching back up with him. "Yeah, bye Parker, see you never again." Jack mocked as they walked to the car, his face scrunched up in irritation.

****

"Baby, we need to find a new preschool for Aaliyah." Jack stroked his beard, his gaze focused on the ceiling. He had his phone rested on his chest as he laid in bed talking to you, the house quiet with Aaliyah asleep.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes, even though he couldn't see you. "Like hell we do, Jack. We were on a three year waiting list for that school. What happened?"

"Parker." Jack grumbled out, making you laugh out loud. "Ah, so you finally met Parker." That made Jack quickly shoot up. "You knew about him?"

"About your three year old daughters harmless little boyfriend? Yes, yes, I did." Jack scoffed, throwing himself back down on the pillows. "I don't know about harmless, baby. They were holding hands and everything."

"Jack, please, don't start. Liyah is only three years old, she thinks she's in love with every boy she meets because that's all she knows." The only thing Brooklyn and Aaliyah knew about love at a young age was from watching you and Jack, who even so many years later were still head over heels in love with each other. It set a great example, but they were both so young and didn't understand different types of relationships yet. "She sees the way we are around each other, and thinks that how you act with people you love."

"I guess", Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair, "it just made me realize she's not my baby anymore."

"Jack, you're getting way ahead of yourself. She is only three, she still needs you for pretty much everything, and she loves you so much more than she does anyone else, including her boyfriend." You threw that in knowing that would irritate him, hearing Jack shiver over the phone. "Stop using that word, please."

"Fine", you giggled, "but you still have plenty of years before you have to worry about any real boyfriends. Plus, I'm pretty sure Parker is your biggest fan."

"What does that say about me, that my biggest fan is a toddler?", Jack asked, but you chose to ignore his quip. "So we can stay at this school?"

"Yes, we can stay at this school. We do have to avoid Parker's mom, Sarah, though." That caught your attention. "Why? I like Sarah. We're on the PTO together."

Jack let out a nervous chuckle. "She may or may not think that we pay our daughters to talk about how good of a rapper I am."

[eldritch-spouse]

Me being the 4th person sent to her table. I'm sweating, gulping, trembling like a leaf, and smiling nervously. I place all the dishes I'm carrying in front of her. Which isn't nearly enough.

"Apologies m-ma'am, the o-other entrees need a bit m-more t-t-time to prepare. In the-Would you b-b-be interested in s-some c-complimentary wine?"

[Hhn I rushed this because I lost steam.]

TW: Vore thoughts.

Vorticia hisses.

Peckish isn't doing it justice today. Neither is famished. Being the Queen of Gluttony is hard work, but being a mother manages to be harder still.

Especially when one of her kids is being stubborn. She can only nag and warn so much until her patience is all but decimated and she has to leave so as to not make a scene. Thus, Vorticia's respite is her grand dinner tonight.

She specified wanting nothing less than the best of the best, from her Ring, from beyond Perdition- Betrayer, if it wasn't such a rushed decision on her part, she would have requested for that mushroom monster's services. He's better than a full-blooded glutton at what he does, which is bizarre enough to make Vorticia wonder if he's not just a tiny fraction demonoid in nature.

As she lounges, facing the table alone, the Queen's rational side acknowledges that the delay in her servant's work is due to poor timing, poor arrangements. They can't perform miracles-

But that doesn't stop her from slamming her fist on the table and sending a vicious rattle of a snarl through the halls, no doubt making the very kitchens quake in terror. The long-since emptied trays clatter and some tumble off the side entirely.

Maybe she should just storm in there herself, pick and choose from the gaggle of lousy fuckers making her wait...

" Remember, she likes it when you smile, so get in there and give her a big old heartthrobber! "

You stare at the greenish imp with complete bewilderment, hands on the entrée-full cart you're about to carry into the dinning hall.

How did it come to this?

One day you're working business as usual, the next you, and all your coworkers, find out the bastard made a deal he just couldn't commit to- And the high-ranker he slighted decided that payment would come in the form of lives. Your lives. You don't know where the rest of your coworkers are, things got messy quickly when you entered Gluttony. Most of them are probably already dead, bits of their flesh stuck between a random demon's gnarled teeth.

Not you. You had the immense misfortune of ending up in the Queen's mansion. Her kitchen, actually. And while initially a part of you only wondered how painful it must be to have your organism boiled alive, or thrown into a furnace- The horned chefs and assistants made it very clear you weren't going into any sort of pan or platter.

You're going raw.

You're one of the Queen's little mice tonight.

Want to live a precious moment longer? Just make it interesting.

How you're going to do so when you're butt-ass naked and on the verge of tears, coming to terms with your own mortality, is anyone's guess.

" Y- You... You have to be fucking kidding me. I'm just supposed to- To go out there a- and smile?! "

The imp chortles, though the jolly mask slips off their face upon the tilt of a curly-horned head.

" Listen- We're all having a bad time right now. Don't make this about you. "

The fucking nerve.

" No! "

You're not going to walk into the jaws of whatever beast is making a racket beyond this long and ominous hall! That's madness, pure mockery! They're making a joke of your very existence, like you're some underpaid circus freak.

Eleri, as you've heard them being called, plucks a knife from one of the carts other imps are rapidly bringing into the dinning area. It's sharp, that much doesn't surprise you, what has you on edge is the way that it's hooked upwards, like it's meant to stab into your flesh and shred it as it's dragged upwards, snagging your entrails along, maybe even your soul.

It's a foul-looking thing and you know this imp will pierce you with it.

" You can get in there on your own two feet, or I can fetch a spare cart for your corpse, please choose quickly. "

You're going to die either way, but no, you can't let go of those few little moments that cooperating would offer you. Your silence speaks loud enough to echo through the walls.

" See? " They nod, peculiar eyes gleaming with no small amount of smarm. " Chin up! Make a good impression. "

The knife is set down on your own cart, Eleri accompanies you to the massive doorway leading to the dining hall, opening it with some effort to allow your entrance as well as the speedy getaway of mildly rattled kitchen staff.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of the Queen of Gluttony.

To be fair, you don't quite know what you were expecting. But it wasn't anything like her.

This absolutely massive "gigante" of a serpentine woman, all shimmering, sickly yellow scales from the top of a sharply flared hood to the very tip of a majestic tail... Are those mouths on her tail? They must be, each one sharper and bigger than the last. Your gaze flits to what you thought were adornments on her neck, but reveal themselves to be two extra heads, smaller, vaguely chaotic in the way they evaluate their surroundings, snipping and hissing at each other.

She's covered only by dark, thin-looking robes that exposed a well-fed belly and the sides of sizeable breasts. You'd never quite seen a serpentine female with a chest this defined... But by no way in Hell are you complaining, eyes stuck committing the details of each scale to memory- Amidst all the images of horror forever carved into your mind's eye, this one will stand as a dirty little outlier. Your destroyer, in her feminine, horrifying glory.

You suppose if you had to be consumed by anyone, it might as well be a person as enticing as her.

You walk inside with a mute gulp, eyes plastered to the spotless metal of your cart, a terrified reflection meeting you. Maybe if you're quiet and small enough, she'll mistake you for an imp and let you waltz back out like nothing was ever amiss. Now isn't that a hopeful thought?

Another sharp, cutting noise sends a shiver up your spine, and as soon as you steal a glance upwards, you find her eyes glued on you. Rich golden pools freeze you on the spot, and truly, the only thing that's missing here is the rat's tail that should be tucked between your legs.

The Queen observes you for long, painful, silent seconds while the imps around you scurry to lay things out on the table. You cannot find your will, your voice, your step. Fanged lips stretch upwards, her head tilting slightly in appraisal as you sweat, bare and fragile. When a servant warningly bumps your side, survival instincts kick in and you mimic them, placing entrées on the table's length and trying your best to ignore the scalding intensity of her gaze on your form.

If you run, she will hunt you. If you scream, she will rip you. If you cry, she will laugh.

This is a predator, and everything belies the fact that you've now entered a very dangerous game.

Smile, Eleri said, she likes it.

" ... Is thiss suppossed to be all? " The massive infernal being starts, and she doesn't need to raise her voice for fear to sink into everyone's bones.

The imps around you gulp and toss looks between themselves, trying to convince each other to speak first and chance evoking her wrath further, their tails curled around their midsections and legs protectively.

No one talks.

Something slams onto the ground out of nowhere, rocking the very room quake. It takes you a bit to realize it was her formidable tail.

" Answer me! "

You straighten like a plank.

And maybe because you're taller, maybe because you're naked, the Queen's gaze deviates towards you again, ever fiery.

Every second that passes adds another furious crease to her complexion, and even if rage is an admittedly majestic look on the monster woman, you'd like to milk this mockery of a dinner for all it can offer- Before she decides to sink her fangs through you. You need to speak. You need to say something, her bumbling assistants are only making it harder for you to stay alive here.

" A- Apologies ma'am, the- The other entrées need a little m-more time to prepare... "

You bullshit, doe eyes blinking upwards at the tyrant. She immediately makes a different expression, as if appalled you muttered anything at all. You hope the imps are smart enough to play along.

" Uuhhm- " Frantic eyes dart around, finding the surprisingly large bottle of what you assume must be some Hell-brand wine on your cart. " Would... Would you b- be interested in- In some complimentary wine? "

It's difficult to make yourself smile. It feels strained, more of a desperate showing of teeth than genuine emotion. A plea for mercy that you aren't sure you'll find in that scaly hide.

The Queen makes a show of deliberating on your offer, what was once a steady hiss melting into a much less acidic hum. Eventually, she adopts a different position, leaning forward and downward to be more at eye level with you. It's impossible to tell whether it's meant as a threat or a show of good faith.

So entranced with her eyes, you only now notice movement on the long table, clawed hands sliding towards you a goblet big enough to fit your head in. Wide, fear-addled eyes dart from the hellish inscriptions on it to her face, waiting.

Finally, after a pause where your very blood seems to pump hard enough to burst your poor veins -What a song it must be to her ears- The royal speaks.

" But of course. "

It comes out smoothly, soft, nowhere near the level of agitation and poison her previous outbursts had sported. It feels like mockery, at first. But when she doesn't strike a cruel blow atop you, you figure there's no time to waste.

Carrying the bottle itself is harder than you'd like, and as your form wobbles in fear and exertion, it's truly a miracle that none of the liquid spills out. You're not sure what she'd do to you if you ruined that expensive table cloth... Better not linger.

Courtesy of it's size, the length of time required to fill the goblet allows an awkward pause to stretch on between the two of you. The ceasing of goosebumps on your back is enough of a tell that the large woman has diverted her attention to something other than yourself. You don't look up when she snaps her fingers, instead hearing a cacophony of movement and rushed apologies as every single imp in the room leaves hurriedly.

Finally, you manage to tip the large glass bottle back in time to avoid another potential spill, setting it on the cart and feeling overly proud of yourself for not fucking it up. You sure are being a person right now.

Glancing back, the Queen has already lifted said container to her face. You stand politely, bare and sweating yet trying to seem as unbothered as possible, even going as far as trying to crack another pitiful smile at her. The monster woman holds you still as stone with her gaze as she sips her drink, and you dare not guess if her look is one of hunger, or desire when she scrolls the length of your figure.

The floor sure is interesting. Where are those tiles from? You wonder how much each singular piece is worth. If only-

" Sit. "

" P- Pardon, ma'am? "

A crease wrinkles her forehead for a second, this distant echo of the frustration she mostly managed to sweep aside. It says everything, you better not make her repeat herself.

" Ssit, human. Dine with me. "

Scales point to the empty chair opposite to Vorticia. It's large. Larger than it ought to be for someone as small as you, though this whole table looks lived in, as if many people -Many demons- Frequently gather around her.

It will only put a deceitful distance between you two, for no matter the position, you're always a mere reach of those gargantuan arms away.

Still, even if this is some cruel game of cat and mouse for her, you're not foolish enough to turn it down.

" Of course ma'am. "

And you sit, bare of ass on cold leather, alert enough that you can feel the patterns on it against your skin. You have no idea what to do with your hands or where to look.

She swirls the wine in her goblet pensively, still examining you like an oddity.

" Do you know where you are, dear? "

Dear...

" Hell. " You chance a peek at her eyes. " Gluttony. "

She smiles. " Do you know who I am? "

Your gulp was loud enough to echo. " The... The Queen? "

There's a sharp sound.

" Do you know who I am? " The demoness repeats.

Honesty might save you. " No, ma'am. "

" I guessed so. " And when she chuckles, a sound low yet feminine, elegant, you find yourself amazed for a moment. Charmed by the snake. " My name is Vorticia. "

You nod attentively, another stretch of silence unfolding before she pointedly raises a brow.

And such, you begin introducing yourself as well. Your name, where you come from, a piece or two of your identity dragged out by her intense staring.

" It's- It's a pleasure, ma'am. " Not really. At least not in these circumstances.

" Oh likewise. " Vorticia makes a dismissive gesture, grabbing a plate and sliding the entirety of its contents down her gullet fast enough that you hardly had time to guess what was on it.

" I simply musst ask- What brought you to my Ring? "

She says it as if you're no more than a tourist, here to sight-see in Gluttony.

" My- My boss. " You start, met with a blink from her. " He made a deal he couldn't finalize. As c- compensation, we were taken from our work directly into... Whatever nooks and crannies there are here. And I... I landed in your kitchen. "

The Queen makes an amused sort of hum, the sound rising to a "hhm!", as if it pleased her that this was the outcome.

" At my table no less. " She jests.

" Yea- Yes. "

Watching this woman destroy the entrées in front of her is nothing short of magical. They can barely be called entrées when they're more than twice the size of a proper main dish, but to her, they are truly less than morsels. Vorticia hardly chews, hardly tastes, opening those jaws, stretching them beyond sightly means just to stuff them down the hatch as soon as possible. A tongue, no two- Three?! Darting muscles clean everything she brings up to a T. And even if she carries herself with a flair nothing short of perfection, she eats like a fucking pig.

The noise of her slurping on plates and sucking the flesh off bones is as foul as it is oddly lewd to you, and it doesn't help that thick drool strings her lips to the cutlery, breaks on her chin. You almost imagine a different type of wetness on her scales, and her oblivious grin has you heating several degrees more.

" Are you not hungry? " Vorticia finally stops gorging to focus on your tense form.

Truthfully, you haven't touched a single thing on the table. Not that you aren't hungry, being next to so many gluttons in a short span of time has you famished. But politeness and terror keep you in check.

" I have invited you here out of the goodness in my heart, to eat with me, not sstand there like a limp animal! "

" I uhm... I- "

Looking at her face tells you something vital. She's extremely upset that you're not eating. That's the only thing those shrinking pupils and suddenly freezing room tell you. And, in hindsight, it makes sense. A glutton is offering you food -Which isn't something they just do- So to reject one's gift when it's already so hard for them to part ways with their meals is kind of like slapping one across the face.

Like slapping the Queen of Gluttony across her serpentine snout.

You don't want to do that.

" Eh- Ex- Excuse me! " You nearly chatter like a skeleton. " I'm just... In shock. "

Clawtips tap a slow rhythm on the table, her tail shifts, a spare hand urging you to elaborate.

Fuck it.

" In... In all fairness, Queen Vorticia, I thought I would be the dinner. "

...

Moments of silent blinking pass.

And then, surprisingly, she erupts in jubilant cackling. The most heartfelt, stupidly contagious bout of mad laughter you've ever heard. There's tears in her eyes.

" Oh, that's too cute. You're preciouss. "

Well. At least you made her laugh? The imp in the hall did say that was a good thing, that it would help in keeping you alive for just a minute longer. A heat settles on your cheeks when her fit of mirth dies down, and the demoness spares you a look far too soft.

It couldn't be that she's drunk already, could it? No. A goblet that small wouldn't even give her a buzz.

You almost don't mind her staring now.

" Would you like to be? "

Just as a sense of calm was tentatively trying to take hold of your limbs, it's thrown off the window again, and your eyes widen to almost the same width as the massive dinner plates on her table.

" Y- Your dinner? "

" Yess. "

What the fuck kind of question is that?

" N- No ma'am. "

She pouts. The Queen of Gluttony actually pouts at you, then shakes her head.

" Only a fool would reject a hungry glutton. "

And when Vorticia licks her scaly lips, tongues flirting with her fangs, darting their length in your general direction for a fleeting second, it all clicks in your fogged brain.

Realization dawns on you with the heat of a thousand suns, and thus, you simmer alive on the chair she so graciously offered you. At this rate, part of you will die in humiliation if a wet spot forms on it.

Maybe... Maybe you spoke too soon. It would certainly be a very memorable experience to be eaten out by such a formidable woman. Though there's nothing to say she won't get ahead of herself and simply gobble you up like a crouton mid-cunnilingus.

Even then, getting to orgasm before you perish is probably a merciful end. As merciful as the bowels of Hell can be to you.

" ... I misunderstood. " You eventually squeak, in disbelief you're actually going to try this.

The Queen rises in her seat, another breathy sound escaping her throat, not quite a hiss but just as sharp, inordinately pleased with your receptivity.

" Oh, we wouldn't want that now. " The Queen nearly purrs. " Come nibble, allow me to make things as clear as crystal. "

When the serpentine demoness starts clearing the space directly in front of her, you can only warily take a stand, not too eager but definitely curious. She beckons you with long fingers and the hypnotizing sway of a split tail.

When you've circumvented the long table to stand by her side, the royal gluttoness dips to whisper into your ears. You can see past her flimsy robes, a close up view of generous tits distracting enough to nearly make her words fly over your head.

" You're going to ssit on my table, morsel. Then, you're going to part those soft little thighs for me. "

A lock of your hair is twirled condescendingly around her digit.

" And I'm going to eat you. "

[drabblesandimagines]

Kitty (part 13)

Parts 1-12 here. Rei x (afab) reader

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You’re in Kyu’s car – the front passenger seat this time, your duffel bag in the trunk. You are a little worried you’re about to wake up though, find yourself in your bed at the refuge and it had all just been a taunting dream. You’d even pinched yourself just to make sure. You can’t help the smile on your face – so excited at the prospect of seeing them again, seeing Rei again…

“Kitty, I haven’t exactly been 100% honest, but you’ll understand why I couldn’t have been in front of Hikoti.” You’d gone up to your room to pack and say goodbye to the others whilst Hikoti and Kyu had gone over some of the finer details. Hikoti had seemed somewhat worried about this family connection coming so out of the blue, especially when Kyu said they were happy to take you in today, on New Year’s Eve. He blagged his way through. After all, he was your supposed social worker.

You look over at him. “W-what about?”

“Well, they don’t know that I was there...”

Your stomach tightens – what does that mean? Are you not going back? Was this a trick, was this a…? You force yourself to stop – a technique taught in one of the therapy sessions – catastrophizing.

“..but I am going to take you to them.” He continues, side-eyeing your expression. “A lot has happened. This was still the right choice in keeping you safe – I stand by that, and so should they - but the danger has passed and my conscience wouldn’t let me hold off any longer. It’s clear they all miss you and I know you miss them. From what Hikoti told me, it seemed they’d actually been quite beneficial to your recovery already… somehow.” He still doesn’t sound convinced.

“Y-you said all, s-s-so Miri’s with them t-too?”

He nods, his face settling into a more solemn expression. “I’m sorry to say this, but Misaki is dead.”

That catches you by surprise. “The c-c-cancer t-took her s-so soon?”

“No. Ogino did.” Kyu hesitates. “He’s… He’s the man who tried to visit you.”

You push that bit of knowledge to the back of your mind, your concern for the precious little girl far more important. “Is M-M-Miri hurt?”

“Miri’s fine – not a scratch on her. Happy to be back with her papas. I’m not sure they’ve told her about Misaki’s death yet. She didn’t witness it, thankfully – slept through the whole thing.”

If it weren’t such a somber topic, you would’ve smiled at that – Miri did sleep like a log – but you don’t really know what to say. It’s horrifying. You weren’t sure what you thought of Misaki, you’d only had the one interaction with her, really, but it was clear Miri adored her and it’s awful that she met such a horrendous end. And then this Ogino had come to the refuge… What was his plan if they’d let him in? What would he have done if they hadn’t called the police to get him to leave?

“Misaki’s murder obviously demonstrates how serious everything was.”

“Y-yes, of course. B-but…” you swallow, a little afraid of the answer. “..w-what’s changed?”

“Ogino is dead, for one.” Your body relaxes at that - that’s a relief. “Secondly, Rei and Kazuki have left the Organization for good. I’m not sure exactly how they pulled it off, but from my intel they made a clear enough statement that the Boss no longer holds an interest in them or their activities.”

You can tell he’s holding something back. “D-d-did they g-get h-hurt?”

“They were shot, yes. Kazuki in his shoulder and leg, but he’s doing really well as far as I’ve seen. Rei’s injury was… is”, he corrects, “a little more permanent.”

“H-how?”

“He shot an important nerve in his right arm – he might not be able to use it again. He did it deliberately, to make himself worthless in his father’s eyes, apparently.”

He did it to himself? You can’t imagine the pain, the desperation… “P-p-poor Rei.”

“Kazuki said he doesn’t seem particularly fussed – happy it achieved his aim. Something else has been getting him down, though.”

“W-what?”

He smirks. “You know.”

You feel the heat fill your cheeks.

--

You’re surprised when Kyu doesn’t take you to the riverside apartment, instead taking you to a café. He unlocks the front door and ushers you inside, encouraging you to take a seat at the counter as he goes round the other side, starting to make a coffee. He looks at your puzzled expression and then his watch, “Shouldn’t be much longer.”

The bell rings above the door as it swings open and the newcomer caught you off guard. Kazuki’s eyes are cast down, hands in the pockets of his long green coat as he enters.

“Hi, Kyu, what did…?” He trails off as he looks up and sees you sitting at the counter. The door closes gently behind him as he stares in disbelief. “Kitty?”

“H-hi, Zuki.” You smile, nervously. Your last interaction with Kazuki had been tense and now you know that Kyu hadn’t even involved them in his plan you’re a little wary of what his reaction is going to be.

You shouldn’t have worried. Kazuki strides over, wraps his arms around and crushes you into his chest into a hug. “I’m so sorry.” His voice is muffled into your hair as he holds you. You wrap your arms around him in return.

“It’s o-okay, I un-understand why…”

“No,” he pulls back a little, but still keeps you close. His voice is choked. “I didn’t handle that right at all. I was so intentionally cruel. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Y-you were u-upset. Kyu t-told me w-why, it’s okay. I p-promise.”

He squeezes you tight again, almost in disbelief, before looking at the man behind the counter. “What’s going on?”

“Kitty was doing so well there, they thought it was time she thought about coming home. So, I told them I found her family.” He replies, shrugging. “Which is true, right?”

“Yes, a proper family!” Kazuki beams, but then looks down at you hesitantly. “If you can forgive me, that is. I feel so awful.”

“Zuki…” You chide, “There’s n-nothing to apologise f-for. H-honestly.”

He squeezes you tight again, releasing a shuddering breath. “Thank you.”

“Where’s Rei and Miri?” Kyu interrupts – he’d asked all three of them to come.

“He said he’d rather stay home with Miri,” Kazuki sighs, finally releasing you. “You were rather coy what this was about, Kyu, I’m sure his answer would’ve been very different if he had known who was here.”

“Is h-he okay?”

Kazuki shakes his head. “He misses you – a lot. Pining, I’d say. He’s been sleeping with that lion he got you ever since.”

You smile at that, you’d been the same with his t-shirt ever since you’d found it in your bag.

“Can I s-see him?”

“Like I’d say no! We’re staying at a different place, though. We’re having a little party tonight – I was going to grab some bits and pieces for it after whatever Kyu wanted.” Kazuki thinks for a minute. “Kyu, do you think you could drop off Kitty later this afternoon? It gives me some time to prepare and I think you’d make an excellent New Year’s Eve gift for Rei and Miri...”

--

Rei’s been silent most of the afternoon since Kazuki returned. He’d asked what Kyu had wanted. The blonde had shrugged it off as another box of Miri’s things from Misaki’s apartment. He wonders briefly why Kyu requested they come pick it up – he’s been by the house often over the past week, keeping them supplied with heavy duty painkillers, acquiring a sling for his arm, but that’s about all that can be done for it. Miri has questions, obviously, about why her papas wince sometimes. He tells Miri he had an accident, explains why Papa Kazuki helps him put the dangling limb in and out of the sling every day, why he can’t play video games with her right now, but he’s been passing on his wisdom, trying to teach her where the shortcuts are. She finally got her Morio Kart 2nd Edition.

There are still guns in the house – of course there are – but being here allows them to relax a little. Miri is excited for tonight - he’s not convinced she’ll last until midnight, but the little girl is determined to try. From what Kazuki had also brought home from the city, it seems the blonde’s plan is to keep her plied with sugary snacks. He lamented not being able to bake a cake – his shoulder won’t allow him to mix as well as he’d like at the moment. Rei wonders if you’ll be having a party tonight.

Kazuki and Rei are sat either side of the sofa, Miri’s in a party hat, sat on the floor and on the last race of the championship. Kazuki’s phone buzzes - one new text from Kyu. It takes all that’s in him not to smile as he reads it. He doesn’t want to give the game away just yet.

Gift for you to ring in the New Year. Can’t stop – dropped it at the door.

Rei gives him a questioning look as the blonde gets to his feet, sliding his phone back in his pocket. Kazuki answers before he can ask. “Text from Kyu. He’s dropped us off something. I’m just gonna go grab it – probably food or something.”

He nods and turns his attention back to the screen, watching Miri finish the lap.

“Second! Good job, Miri,” Rei compliments as the overall results come up. She’s been practicing hard with his tips and tricks. The little girl turns to beam at him, but then she lets out her patented squeal of joy instead at something behind him. He looks over his shoulder, wondering what on earth Kyu has sent to elicit that reaction from Miri when his breath catches in his throat.

It’s you. Your face is a little flush from the cold, your hands clasped in front of you and there’s a nervous smile across your face as you see him, but it’s you. Kazuki’s standing behind you, clutching his sweater over his heart, obviously trying not to cry.

Rei blinks as he gets to his feet. He’s worried you might disappear, you’re a hallucination from the painkillers, surely… Miri beats him to the punch.

“Kitty!” She squeals again, throwing her arms around your legs. “You’re back!”

“Hi, M-Miri,” you bend down so you can properly embrace the little girl. You’d missed her so much, glad for her enthusiasm and warm welcome in that moment.

“Are you feeling better?”

You nod. “L-lots better.”

“Good! And you won’t leave again, right?” She tilts her head, questioningly. “Papa Rei’s been so gloomy!”

You look up to Rei at that point – he still looks stunned. “Well, w-we can’t have a g-gloomy Papa Rei.”

Miri bounces on her heels. “But you’re staying?”

“She sure is, Miri,” Kazuki ruffles her hair before crouching down. “Say, I think Papa Rei has some things he’d like to talk to Kitty about – boring grown-up talk. How about you and I make some cookies to add to the spread for later, hm?”

“Yay!” Miri yells, tugging at his sleeve in excitement. She’s been wanting to bake all week but Kazuki had to keep putting it off because of his shoulder. He’s happy to be a little stiff in the morning to give Rei this moment though.

“You can thank me later, Rei…” Kazuki calls in a sing-song tone of voice as he and Miri leave the room, leaving the two of you alone.

Rei still hasn’t said anything, he’s just staring at you in disbelief and you’re feeling a little nervous. It’s silly how much you’ve dreamt of this moment, thought of what you’d say when seeing his face again, but now your mind is blank of anything.

“H-h-hi.” Start off simple. Even though Kyu and Kazuki had warned you of Rei’s injury, it hurts to see the limb strapped up in an immobilizing sling, holding it in place against his chest. You can’t even begin to imagine the pain he’s gone through.

You swallow. “Are y-you okay?” You regret it as soon as you say it – of course he’s not okay. “I m-mean…”

“I’m sorry.” Rei steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you at last. You think he’s going to wrap you into a hug but he drops to his knees, bowing his head so low his forehead is touching the ground. “I’m so sorry. Please, forgive me.”

“No, n-no,” you kneel down in front of him, your stomach sinking as you understand his intention. You place your hand on his shoulder, “Get up, please.” You’ve seen this act before – whenever the men at the house had disappointed him they often begged for forgiveness in the very same position. He’d loved every second of it, cackling as they mumbled apologies into the floor, deciding what their punishment might be. “S-sit up, Rei.” The demand feels a little foreign coming out of your mouth, but it works. He pushes himself back up onto his knees but keeps his head cast down. “Can you ever forgive me?”

You reach your left hand forward, placing it gently on the side of his face and tilt it up with the heel of your hand, hoping that’ll he meet your gaze. He has tears in his eyes – you can tell he’s trying his best to hold them in – keeping his eyes cast to the side. “There’s n-nothing to forgive. P-please don’t cry over me.”

“The last thing I ever wanted to do is hurt you, Kitty, I swear it.”

 “Rei,” you lean forward, placing your right hand on his face too so he finally meets your eyes. You want him to see you’re sincere. “It’s a-all right. I understand.”

“No,” he lifts up his left hand and pulls down your right hand in a light grip down onto his lap, squeezing it desperately. “I promised you that you could trust me. I just… I couldn’t see another way out. My father, he…”

“Kyu ex-explained everything. I k-know you just w-wanted to protect me, protect all of us.” You interrupt. “Please, l-let’s get off the floor, o-okay?” You remove your left hand from his face to get up, but his hold on your right hand remains firm as he continues to explain.

“I thought if I cut my ties, you’d all be safe. That I could go back to the life I had before, not feeling or caring… but I failed. I’ve missed you so much.” His voice breaks as he says it, a tear rolling down his cheek. You can’t stand to see him hurting so much. You wrap your left arm around him, trying to coerce him into an embrace. He lets go of your hand and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in close to his chest. He smells so much better than you remembered – the scent of him had become faded on the t-shirt that you’d cuddled with those weeks apart - and his touch makes your heart beat faster. He leans his head on top of yours, savouring the feeling of having you in his arms again.

“I missed you t-too,” your face is pressed into his chest and you can feel his heart thudding. “But I understand w-why you did it. I’m n-not upset or mad, I p-promise.” You mumble.

“I will spend every minute of every day trying to make it up to you.”

“No,” you pull back slightly. “T-the only person who needs to f-forgive you is y-yourself. You were k-keeping me and Miri safe. Please.”

He stares at you for a moment, scrutinizing your face. “Was it awful?”

“No, it w-was helpful, actually. T-they were all r-really nice. It was good for me…” you smile, shyly, before continuing, “But you’re even b-better. You make me feel whole, Rei.”

 “I’ll never let you go again, as long as you’ll have me.”

You bury your head back into his chest again for a moment, savouring his touch. “Come on, l-let’s get off the f-floor.”

He nods, though he seems reluctant to let go of you altogether. Your limbs are untangled for just a moment as the two of you get to your feet before his arm is wrapped around your waist again.

“I don’t want to waste another second if I can help it, Kitty, but I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, so…” his cheeks flush slightly red as he meets your eyes, “may I kiss you?”

“Please.”

He leans forward and presses his lips against yours ever so gently, as if you might break at his touch. It’s a little clumsy, the both of you nervous, but perfect all at the same time. It starts off slow, the two of you trying to feel each out a little as he pulls back slightly before kissing you again. Your head is tingling with each of his soft kisses and you’re not sure when it happened, but your right hand is flat against his chest, your left hand tangled in his hair, trying to deepen the kiss. His tongue brushes up against your lips, parting them open a little more…

“Hey!” Your heart stops at Miri’s indignant shout and you pull apart, though Rei’s arm remains firmly around your waist as the two of you look towards the door. You can feel the heat in your face and your breath is caught in your throat, so you can’t imagine how you look. Miri has her hands on her hips and a pout on her face as Kazuki stands behind her, snickering. “Papa Kazuki said you kiss at midnight!”

“Well,” Rei smiles as he looks at you, adoration in his eyes, “we were practicing.”

--

Epilogue

Lips pressed gently against your forehead wake you up. “Mm.” You mumble, happily, feeling refreshed for once. Rei’s hair is loose, hanging down around his face as he leans over you.

“Morning,” he smiles back and leans down. “I love you,” he says, quietly, before kissing your lips. When he pulls away, he looks down at the cot at the end of your shared bed. “Somebody slept through the whole night.”

“Hm. She knows it’s an important day.”

Rei had been terrified as soon as you found out you were pregnant. It had been a surprise to the both of you. Your relationship had continued to develop slow and steady over the past ten years, each trying to heal through your own trauma. You’d slowly began to become more and more intimate over the years and though your period had returned, it was sporadic, never quite settling into a regular pattern. It was only after you’d thrown up four times in an hour one morning from the aroma of dishes they were cooking at the diner that Kazuki had gone out and came back with a box of pregnancy tests, sending you off to the bathroom.

Rei would never say it aloud, but it was clear he was worried what it would mean if the two of you were to have a boy. He still had nightmares about his own upbringing and his father, and though you had all moved away from the Organization and hadn’t heard anything in the last nine years, it still lurked at the back of their minds. Nightmares of his father coming to reclaim a Suwa heir – not that he’d let him get 100 yards within his family ever again. You’d gone for a scan to find out the sex as soon as you could, and he couldn’t hide his relief when the technician said it would be a little girl. You weren’t sure who was then more excited at the news, really – Kazuki, Miri or Rei.

“Miri, time to go!” You hear Kazuki call.

“Coming!” The teenager shouts back, before there’s the loud thumps of her descending the stairs.

“Well, Aiko,” you smile at the little girl, bashing some blocks together on the ground whilst you got ready for the day. After tying Rei’s hair up in a ponytail, he’d headed downstairs to start breakfast for Miri and help Kazuki prepare for the breakfast rush a little later on. “We better go and say goodbye to big sister, hm?” Aiko turned one last month and is an absolute joy. The happiest baby, full of smiles and a playful personality, a sweet face and her father’s black hair. You pick her up in your arms and carry her carefully down the stairs as she babbles away, walking into the tail-end of the conversation where Kazuki is…crying? Typical.

“I know you snuck out early yesterday to drink with the ladies,” Miri taunts.

You look over at Rei behind the counter, hoping for clarification but he offers back a half-shrug.

Miri spots the two of you and smiles. “Plus, Papa Kazuki, you still need to worry about Aiko here. She’s got a few years catching up to do on me.”

“I hadn’t even thought of that…!”

“Aiko, look,” you interrupt, trying to defuse whatever it is you’ve walked into, “Miri’s all ready for her first day of high school. Doesn’t she look so grown up?”

“Come here, baby sis!” Miri holds her arms out for a cuddle, but Aiko is already holding her hands out for someone else, squealing when she sees the object of her desire.

“Oh, she wants to see her Uncle Zuki, don’t you, sweetie?” The blonde takes her into his arms, bouncing her up and down, gently.

Miri frowns, placing her hands on her hips at her little sister’s betrayal.

“It’s the goatee.” You reassure the teenager.

“No, she just loves her Uncle Z… Ouch!” He winces, as her little hand grabs at his chin and tugs, forcefully.

“More she loves grabbing.” Miri laughs.

“She has her father’s strength.” Rei chimes in as he places a plate down on the counter with his specialty dish. “Come on, Miri, you need to eat anyway.”

“It’s great you have a special and all, man,” Kazuki walks around the counter with Aiko, wincing as her little hand is still entangled in his goatee, “but don’t you wanna expand the repertoire a bit?”

“Why?”

“You really are a one-trick pony.” Kazuki sighs. Aiko is reaching out for Rei now with one arm, her other still gripping onto Kazuki’s chin. Rei had been so scared to hold her at first, terrified of dropping her so much so that he’d only ever hold her if he was sitting or lying down. His arm was obviously irreparable – the way he had intended it to be to protect his family - and he’d gained back only a little strength and grip in it over the past ten years, but his confidence had developed and he always managed to wrangle her in place. After a little tussle, Aiko finally releases the blonde’s facial hair to settle in her father’s arms. Rei places a kiss on your daughter’s forehead and it makes your heart swell seeing the two of them together.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s great!” Miri squeals, the same way as she did when you first met her after taking a bite.

“I have to agree with them, Zuki. Everyone raves about it.”

“Oh, that’s right!” Miri drops her fork and runs towards the door.

“Little early for school, isn’t it?” Kazuki sounds puzzled.

“Follow me, please!”

Rei passes you Aiko as he follows Kazuki out behind the counter, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he does so. He still makes you blush after all these years. He slips an arm around your waist as you walk out the front of the diner and see Miri fiddling with her beloved selfie stick.

You stand in front of Rei, as usual, Miri in the middle and Kazuki to the side. Miri frowns at the image before looking at Rei and Kazuki. “Come on, we’re family, aren’t we?” Miri chastises. “Get closer, you two.”

“Huh?” Rei looks down at you but Kazuki clocks what Miri means.

“Oh, come here, you big lug!” The blonde loops an arm around Rei’s neck, bringing him in close. You’re standing in the middle of the two men now, holding Aiko tightly in front of you, Rei’s hand on the small of your back and Miri’s to the side.

“What’s a mouse’s favourite snack?”

“Kitty!” The camera clicks – the photo showing you, Rei, Kazuki and Miri all looking in surprise at Aiko and her first word.

--

Thought it was fitting to end this on part 13 as I think we all thought we were getting 13 episodes! Thank you so much for everyone's support during this series - I think this ended up being nearly 45,000 words! I'm open to dipping back into Rei and Kitty's relationship (I know a lot's happened to them between the end and the epilogue) so let me know if there's anything you'd particularly like me to write about <3 Thank you again for all the comments, reblogs and follows! Love Ghostdog x

[micahwritesweird]

Hi! How are you doing?

Can i request B, M, Q with Sanji, Nami and Zoro?

if possible gn reader please!

I'm great, thanks for asking!! And thank you so much for being my first request!! ^^ (so sorry this took so long, i honestly forgot this account existed T_T)

(B) Boo! – How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?

Sanji loves buying gifts for his partner and planning surprises for them, so they receive them often. From the smallest of things to the most extravagant of things, if something makes him think of his beloved then it's theirs no matter the price. Of course it's not just about buying them things, their reaction to his gifts make him fall in love with them all over again. It's also his way of showing he was thinking of them. The same with surprises, whether it be their favorite food, prepping them a warm drink on a chilly morning, flowers on their bedside table, Sanji does it all. It's little reminders throughout their day how much he cares for them.

But Sanji receiving gifts and surprises is a whole other story. He's very rarely, if ever, been on the receiving end of them so it's no surprise he's a bit stumped and emotional. His partner gives him a coat when it's cold out? One of those key-chains with his initial on it? Hell, a cool looking shell they found on the beach? Not only has he fallen unbelievably more in love with them, but he's also... touched in a way no one else has made him feel. His Y/N gave him a gift, his Y/N was thinking about him. Now usually he's go off swooning as usual, but this was... different.

Arriving back to the Going Merry, Sanji was relieved to see no sign of his crew members. Finally, he could start dinner preparations in peace and quiet. Right as he sat down the food he bought earlier, a pang of annoyance hits him as the kitchen door opens with a squeak. He turns around and before he could tell whoever it was to go away, the annoyance quickly melts away and is replaced with adoration as his eyes land on his beloved. "Oh, Sanji! I didn't think anyone else was back yet." They say, allowing Sanji to take the bags from their hands once he snapped out of his daze. "Here, let me get those for you my love." His partner smiles lightly at his chivalry, watching as he takes the bags and set them down with the utmost care on the dining room table. "Oh wait, I almost forgot! I have something for you." Sanji does a bit of a double take as he watches his partner dig through the bags. Something for him..? Did he hear them right? He's pulled from his thought by his lover standing in front of him with a smile, holding a small, wrapped package in their hands. He stares at the packing, blinking in confusion for a moment before taking it with a gulp. Sanji pulls away the tape and paper with gentle hands and the utmost care, not wanting to rip a single corner of the wrapping paper his beloved had taken the precious time to wrap. His hands were unusually sweaty, heart thumping in his chest. Sanji's thoughts whirled so quickly in his brain he was barely able to process anything besides the box in his hands and his lover in front of him. His partner stood patiently, allowing Sanji to take his time to open the gift which was a simple act of affection from their part, but meant the absolute world and more to Sanji. After what felt like a millennium, the box was finally opened and inside lay a golden chain with a small, golden pendant of his lovers initial. "I know it's impractical for fighting, you don't have to wear it. With all of the gifts you give me I thought it would be nice t-" Their rambling is cut short by Sanji suddenly enveloping them in a tight hug, his chest felt tight with emotion. "I'll wear it till the day I die, mon coeur."

(Q) Quiet – How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

Quiet moments with Sanji. Gosh, to say they're perfect would be an understatement. The crew is... loud. Everyone knows it. So the only time Sanji and his partner have quiet time is at night, or when docked on an island where the two of them can either stay behind on the ship or explore the island together. Whichever you choose, Sanji would be by his lovers side the entire time with his full undivided attention. If they're exploring an island together, they're the only person in the world that he's focused on and if anyone dares break that focus they're met with the nastiest glare known to man. (think the ones he gives Zoro.) But some of his favorite quiet moments (that he'd never admit) are nights where he has watch duty and his partner insists on joining him, despite arguing that it's too cold out or they need their beauty sleep. They'd give him the excuse that they couldn't sleep or thought he needed a blanket, which is just another excuse to cuddle close to him in said blanket. (like they would ever need an excuse for that) His partner would sit between his legs, curled up against his chest with the blanket keeping the both of them nice and cozy and Sanji would listen to whatever sleepy nonsense comes from their lips before drifting off to sleep. Sanji's heart swells as he's the happiest guy in the whole world, looking up at the stars and holding his lover securely... God help any marine or pirate ship that interrupts this moment.

(M) Melt – What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?

Unlike Sanji, Zoro isn't one to have those melty-swoony moments, at least not to that capacity. There's certainly times where he finds himself in his head about them, watching them do whatever it is they're doing or thinking about little things they do while he trains. They're almost always on his mind. Speaking of training, one thing his partner does that makes him somewhat melt is when he catches them training. Knowing that his partner can take care of themselves when need-be adds an extra layer of comfort and security in Zoro's mind, which is why their relationship flows so smoothly. He cant help the little smirk that tugs at his lips when his eyes find them in the midst of fighting whatever problem they found themselves in, or whenever he catches them training. Don't be surprised if he asks to join them, knowing full well that training together leads to sparring, and sparring leads to... well, let's leave that up to the imagination.

(Q) Quiet – How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

Quiet moments are actually quite common with Zoro, as spoken words isn't the swordsmans strong suit when it comes to love languages. The first time his partner accidentally walked in on him while he was meditating, rather early on in the relationship, they felt awkward about interrupting him. While trying to quietly trying to exit the room, without opening an eye he'll tell them "Don't just stand there, get over here and sit down already." He especially loves when his partner joins him in his naps. Whether it be to nap with him or read a book while he sleeps their company is always welcome. He'll wrap an arm around them and pull them close, then go right back to snoring away with them securely in his arms. He may me a man of few words, but they'll damn know they're always welcomed and wanted.

[littlecactiguy]

Aziraphale, Crowley, Herschel of Ostropol, Chanukah, and a story...

Sooo there's no way I can think of (and I have been thinking on this a lot) that this post isn't going to be a little bit awkward, but it's going to exist anyway.

A year ago, in 2022, I saw this post from 2021 by @anonymousdandelion on Aziraphale and Crowley meeting Herschel of Ostropol (protagonist of Herschel and the Hanukkah Goblins, a Jewish children's book, as well as a Jewish folkloric figure).

Then, a) being Jewish and Herschel and the Hanukkah Goblins being a fondly remembered book from my childhood, b) someone who enjoys Good Omens, c) also a fic writer and, d) the idea being adoptable, I started to write a story.

(and okay, it's taken me roughly a year to give it a solid shape (long story short that's less to do with the story itself and more to do with me figuring some things out about what and who I want to write for, but I digress), but the fic itself very much exists now.)

I planned to have the full Chapter 1 done in time for Chanukah this year. Due to life in general being pretty chaotic, that hasn't happened. Instead, under the read more is a preview (the first scene of chapter 1), because I still wanted to post some part of it for the holiday.

Some Fic Notes:

-This story is, arguably, two stories intertwined. One that takes place in the 'present day' (though before the Apocalypse, etc.), and one that takes place during the Herschel story.

-It will largely follow the perspective of and by driven by OCs. Though, Aziraphale and Crowley will have a strong presence and influence, it didn't feel like it was their story to tell.

-It is written with two base structural rules in mind;

Aziraphale and Crowley had a hand in the stories of Herschel of Ostropol being remembered. The original kernel this fic was built around and expanded from was answering the question of how that happens.

There can be absolutely no interference in Herschel's story happening in the synagogue (i.e. the narrative of the children's book cannot be altered). Though, that doesn't necessarily mean Herschel is prevented from appearing in the story ;)

Story Preview Beneath The Cut

Generally speaking, the old bookshop is almost always closed.

If one, however, is in ownership of a decent set of lock picks, they may find it otherwise.

For what it’s worth, Tziporah (Tzi to her close friends, Nora to most everyone else at school, and young lady to almost all adults—including her parents, Bubbie, aunties and uncles, and the odd, inconvenient passerby—all who’ve caught her getting into trouble), most of the time, does her best to not use her lock picks. It’s just…it’s…

It’s like this, alright?

Tzi was born into a family with a long, long, long tradition of bookbinding. The kind that historians sometimes visit to ask stuffy questions about. The kind that causes librarians to visit requesting restorations of aging tomes. The kind that means their home has a dedicated workshop full of fairly ancient machinery that no one outside of the family knows how to use. Of course, there are other bookbinders in the world who would certainly recognize and understand the functionality of the more modern pieces of equipment Tzi’s family has. They just won’t recognize all of what they use. Not the Family bits.

The point being, when you grow up in such a setting, you tend to learn certain things. The store names and locations of almost every bookshop dealing in antique or rare books fairly close by, for instance. Also, a lot of the owners become familiar faces (or have been since before Tzi could remember). As the future of the Family Tradition, it’s only natural that she should accompany whomever is doing the deliveries or house calls regularly.

Thus, when you have this knowledge and you can be an Extremely Trustworthy Child (sure, Tzi may cause trouble regularly, but some things (like books, it’s books) are far too precious not to be Extremely Careful about), you’re, more often than naught, allowed to explore such bookshops, and read to your heart’s content.

And if you’re Tzi and you’re allowed to come along on a visit to The Bookshop That You’re Family Rarely Does Business With Because Their Books Are Almost Always In Unexplainable, Impeccable Condition, you’re going to want to read something (and you inevitably will).

The problem of course becomes, if you happen to be Tzi, and your mother, or father or whomever finishes up the Official Business rather quickly, you don’t have enough time to finish whatever it is you’re reading. And it being The Bookshop That You’re Family Rarely Does Business With Because Their Books Are Almost Always In Unexplainable, Impeccable Condition, you know you probably won’t have the opportunity to come back. At least not on an official bookbinding-related visit. Not for a Long While.

First, you’ll try coming back during regular business hours, as you have for many a bookshop previously.

Except, this bookshop doesn’t seem to have regular business hours.

So, given the story you were reading has been buzzing around your head for days, you come up with an alternate method.

Tzi isn’t going to take anything of course! She’s going to be extremely careful. She just wants to finish the story.

No one will ever know she was even there!

Except the giant snake waiting for her on the other side of the door.

If Tzi didn’t regularly inhabit spaces full of delicate books in need of repair or the equally delicate tools used to repair them, she would have jumped. As it stands, she finagles the lock open, slips in through the door quietly, turns around to the face the bookshop proper, and and a yelp almost escapes her lips. The snake, black as ink and with scales bigger than Tzi’s thumb, regards her coolly with brilliant golden eyes. She stares back, hyperventilating at first, but as the seconds pass and nothing happens, her breathing evens out.

“You aren’t going to eat me, are you?” Tzi asks the snake.

The snake’s tongue flicks out and back. It doesn’t say anything, or stop gazing at her for that matter.

Tzi studies the snake with more scrutiny. “I don’t suppose you could. I mean, of course I know snakes can unhinge their jaws and all, but even if you did, you look like you aren’t big enough to fit more than my arm in your mouth, and then what would you do? You’d be stuck hanging off my shoulder.”

There’s a long beat where it seems they’re both considering this possibility (in truth, only Tzi is, in a ‘walking into school with a giant snake hanging off my arm would be really cool’ kind of way. The giant snake, for what it’s worth, is feeling mildly insulted by the implication that he’d try to eat her).

“Well,” Tzi finally says. “I did plan for this.”

Technically speaking, she only sort of planned for this. Tzi had been skeptical of the rumored sightings of a (pet?) snake in this particular bookshop when she first heard them. More so after she visited for the first time and no such snake could be located. Regardless, when One Is Determined To Finish The Book She Was Reading, One Has To Prepare For As Many Possibilities As Possible. So, Tzi had hardboiled a few eggs (because an article she read once said snakes like to eat eggs) and put them in a tupperware and put that tupperware in her bag before she left home an hour ago.

Tzi takes the egg tupperware out of her bag now and shows it to the snake. “Would you like one? They’re tastier than me, I promise.”

The snake turns its head slightly down to look at the eggs in their unassuming plastic container, and then turns back to gaze at Tzi again.

It’s at this moment that Tzi remembers the article she’d read had been about foxes, not snakes, and that she may have just insulted this particular snake (since snakes lay eggs, right? Tzi is fairly certain of that fact, but all snake facts she knows seem to have taken her seeking them as an impromptu game of Hide and Seek in her mind and they are hiding Very Well).

Tzi gulps (and briefly considers pretending one of the eggs is a stone and crushing it as a show of strength to intimidate the snake, but he can clearly see they’re eggs so that probably won’t work).

In the end, Tzi’s desire to just find the book she wants to read already, reinforced by the snake not doing much beyond staring at the eggs, wins out.

(For what it’s worth, when the snake in question has confronted intruders into the bookstore in the past, the intruders have usually taken more aggressive approaches to him. Eggs in a plastic container gifted by a girl who clearly isn’t going to run screaming at the sight of him is certainly New, and he’s not going to be given enough time to fully figure out how to respond).

Tzi places the egg tupperware down on the floor in front of the snake and snaps off the lid. “Sooo…” She draws the word out. “I’m going to go read.” She tentatively sidesteps away from the snake. When he doesn’t react, she goes to hurry off, stops herself, turns back, takes a deep breath, and “You’rewelcometojoinmeifyoulike!” tumbles from her mouth.

Without waiting for a response, Tzi darts through the chaotically organized bookshelves of the shop until she finds the one holding the book she’s after. Gingerly she plucks it off its shelf and, after memorizing its place so she can return it to exactly there, sets off for a comfortable place to sit and read.

All the while, the snake slithers after her.

After a couple minutes of fruitlessly trying to find a seat, the snake bumps its snout into Tzi’s shoulder and, when she looks at it, points her in the direction of a comfy-looking armchair that, hidden in the shadows as it is, previously escaped her notice.

Once settled, Tzi gently opens the book, finds the place she left off, and begins to read.

It’s well into the evening, after the traveler who called himself Herschel had gone up to the old synagogue, that two more visitors arrived in our small town…

[artzychic27]

The Recess Class (Appearing soon in Scarlet Beetle & Ikati Black) headcanons, plus stuff you should know about them

Austin A 🩷:

Gender nonconforming

Too fabulous to narrow down his pronouns and sexuality

Mommy issues

She HATES alcohol

Spends hours on his hair. There are all these eyes expecting perfection, and he gives it to them

Owns a few dresses… Okay, a lot. Plus some sequin tuxedo jackets

Took them forever to approve of Jean for for Tomassian

“TeeTee is very precious to me, and if you hurt him, I can and will break your legs, Duparc.”

If you ask, he will paint your nails and do your makeup

Austin B 💛:

AroAce, He/Him

LOVES video games

Will spend hours on end playing Fortnight, and will dominate

Parent issues

Some slight breathing problems. The other Austins all carry inhalers on them just in case

Not crazy about physical affection. He does everything he can to avoid full body contact

He knows everything about everyone. His brain is just full of blackmail material

Talks shit about people with Rochelle

Is he doesn’t have a game console, he will just tap his fingers against any hard surface

Sarcasm king

Queen Elizabeth III is his future prom date. He’s got a little dress picked out for her and everything

Austin Q 💙:

Questioning, He/?

The only one who actually takes care of his brother because his parents are shit

Parent issues for days

When he moves out after graduation, he plans to have Félice live with him so he can look after him when he’s in his headspace

In case you couldn’t tell… He loves sharks

Wants to study marine biology and psychology

Not crazy about being the center of attention, but once in a while, it’s nice

Loves his freckles

Pretty good at sports

Victoria is desperately trying to get him to join the kickball team, but he’s not up for it

Austin T 💚:

Gay, He/Him

The class baker

Gives the best hugs. It’s because he so warm and wears soft clothes

His classmates all immediately hugged Jean when he introduced him to them

Has a tooth gap, and he loves it

A bit of a nerd for Marvel. He keeps a few comics in his locker, and he may or may not have chased Marc and Nathaniel off like they were stray raccoons when he caught them trying to steal some

Austin T: Hey!… Psps… Go! Get!

Marc: … *Tries to take a comic*

Austin T: No! *Hits his textbook against a locker, scaring them off with the loud sound* Damn strays.

Loves carrying Jean, because he can

Let’s the other Austins sleep over at his home because their parents suck

Lotta Jameson ⚠️:

Aromantic, She/Her

A bad bitch rocking goggles and leather jackets

Own seven pairs of goggles because she makes them work

Loves her curly red hair

Will hug you… With consent

Can and will slide down a stair rail if she so pleases

Likes to jump down from high surfaces. It gives her classmates heart attacks

Sort of the class daredevil in case you couldn’t tell

She, Lacey, Alix, and Kim love daring each other

Short and just a little bit crazy

Somehow, she’s never broken a single bone

Probably chugs a bunch of sugar-laced coffee every morning

Back in elementary, she always hogged the swings. Her nickname was Swinger Girl

Her family’s kind of protective, and school is the only place where she can be as spontaneous as she pleases

… Oh, and she had leukemia when she was nine

Kendra Anne Gunderson 🙃:

Polyromantic, She/Her

Has no idea how to sit in chairs properly. She sits upside down while taking quizzes

Able to read text and write upside down

It’s a weird talent, but she’s proud of it

In the Legally Blonde Club with Austin A and Rose (Blondes who wear a ton of pink)

Can be a bit snarky, but she means well… Sometimes

Will protect Austin T with every fiber of her being

In elementary school, her nickname was Upside Down Girl because she’d always hang upside down from the monkey bars

Family life’s okay

Best friends with Lotta

She knows she should stop hanging upside because she gets dizzy spells afterwards, but she can’t stop

DJ Detweiler🃏:

Genderfluid, Bisexual, She/He

Sort of the unquestioned leader of the class

Amazing at card games; wins every time

A prank genius and hasn’t been caught once

Never seen without his red beanie

Had a small time crush on Spinelli. They actually kissed when they were in the fourth grade

She’s got information on every teacher at DuPont (And a lot on Damocles)

Only use in case of an emergency

Wants to get Damocles fired for funneling money from a club she’s in toward something non-school related she still can’t figure out

Knows how to out-swindle a swindler. It requires patience, focus, and the right team

He’s gone to the school board with several issues that negatively affected the students… When he was in the fourth grade

He’s already to stick up for his friends and fellow students

Austin Spinelli 🩰:

Achillean, He/Him

“Not gay. Achillean.”

The toughest guy in class and makes sure everyone knows it

And he’s so tough that he takes ballet and looks badass doing it

Accidentally put bleach in with his red clothes, and they came out pink. He ain’t complaining

“Screw toxic masculinity!”

Curses out people he doesn’t like in Italian

Daddy issues. He’s a bit of a momma’s boy

Wants to join theater, but is worried what people will think

Beck was sort of his older sibling figure growing up because his sisters weren’t… Great

A member of the art club. His main medium is chalk

He’s got his own chalk wall, draws, takes a picture, and then erases it

Would rather not be associated with the Austins for… Reasons. So, he goes by his last name

Gia Griswald🪖:

Trans girl, She/Her

Military family, so she moved around a lot

Polyglot- English, French, Spanish, German, Japanese, Swahili, Hindi

Dresses in a lot of camo prints

Speaks softly, but will give it to you straight if you fuck shit up

Her dad, a well-respected army general, speaks in a lot of military terms, and sometimes she does, too without realizing it

He was the most supportive when she came out, and wore a lapel pin to show his support

Well versed in her history classes

Shortest in the class and loving every second of it

Unlabeled in terms of sexuality, but she dates the person, not the gender

Slight crush on Mindy

Victoria LaSelle🏀:

Agender, bisexual, He/She/They

One of the coolest people in school

Amazing at basketball and baseball

When she was in the fifth grade, she got in a car crash and damaged her spine, and she lost most of the feeling in her legs

Not stopping him from playing her favorite sports like a motherfucking boss, tho

Ambulatory wheelchair user, and she will whip out her cane just to show off how tall she is

Coming in with a shaved head and beautiful eyeliner, making everyone simp. The fucking nerve

Gets pissed whenever parents tell their kids not to bother her with questions

“Lady, your kid’s curious, alright? Shut the fudge up.”

Gerard’s been their best friend since forever. They met at the hospital where Gerard was getting fitted for a prosthetic leg

They bond over fucking with ableist asshole’s heads and being tall and gorgeous

She’s an amazing chef and took over the cafeteria for two weeks

Crop tops. That is all.

Oh, and they’ve got a nerdy older brother they’ll protect with their life

Gerard Grundler🤓:

Trans guy, pan, polyamorous, He/Him

Another redhead!

Tooth gap, loves it

Resident genius of the glass and got several offers to skip a few grades, but he said no

Always helping his friends with their homework

“Whoa, look at that guy. A genius, easy on the eyes. He’s perfect- Whaaaat?! He has no leg?!”

Had to get his leg amputated up to his knee after some poorly built floor crumbled under the weight of so many people during a cousin’s wedding

If someone even thinks of making an ableist comment, he’ll roll up his pant leg and be like, “Continue, bitch.”

M. Grotke continuously offers him homework passes so he can take a break, but he’s stubborn

He has passed out a few times from pulling all noghters for projects, but his friends make sure he gets rest

He and Max are friendly rivals, but things get heated during science fairs

Tries not to use so many big words. He’s worried his friends will feel dumb for not knowing what they mean

Mindy Blumberg🎼:

Demigirl, panromantic, They/She

Tallest person in class (Sorry, Victoria!)

The voice of an Angel and the body of a pro wrestler

She sings a lot of opera

Has been chosen a few times to sing the school song for graduations

Wears a lot of pastels and Austin T is living for it

Starts working out with Kim, Denise, and Marcelle when they see them bench a desk

They give the best hugs

Austin A paints her nails since she can’t keep her hands steady

In the same ballet class as Spinelli

Slight crush on Gia. Spinelli’s her wingman

Rochelle Weems🤫:

Demigender, polysexual, Ze/Zir

The class gossip (Or, it would be gossip if it weren’t true)

The Blackmail Vault

Ze and Austin B can often be found whispering to each other, and it scares people

Ze was born with kyphosis and is always hunched over

Wears a back brace to school and is insecure about it, so ze spills secrets about people before they can make fun of zir

Victoria and Gerard invite zir to their rant group. It’s like a support group for disabled teens and young adults, but they just talk shit about ablists, eat cookies, and bedazzle their canes, wheelchairs, crutches, etc.

Always tenting zir fingers like a villain

Has never invited anyone over to zir house

REALLY likes cookies

Not crazy about the idea of making friends, but Victoria and Gerard will change zir mind by any means necessary

Mason Ewing 📓:

Bigender, asexual, He/She

Childhood friends with DJ

May or may not have thought about kissing Austin A when he walked into class wearing a pink skirt

The most organized out of the class, and takes great pride in it

May have undiagnosed OCD

Mason/Simon: …

Mason: … Neurodivergent?

Simon: Yes.

Mason: Cool.

A real stickler for the rules. Think of Iida Tenya

Loves his label maker (Which he definitely did not name Lin Manuel Miranda), because labeling stuff is just solid fun

Would have run for grade representative, but she’s just got so much on her plate

She keeps everyone’s birthdays, allergies, interests, triggers, likes and dislikes logged in her binder. It’s her way of showing she cares

Marcelle Anciel👟:

Trans girl, Pan, She/Her

Marc’s younger sister by three seconds, and he won’t stop talking about it

She was supposed to be in Mme. Mendeleiv’s class, but there was a typo in the system, so now she’s in the Recess Class

Fortunately, DJ and the others are doing what they can to help her out (And that involves fucking with Damocles)

‘Till then, she’s loving the chaos

A member of the ‘Tall & Gorgeous Club’ with Victoria, Gerard, Austin Q, and Mindy

Has a slight crush on Ondine and the others will not stop teasing her about it

Has physically dragged Mason to his home to put him to sleep when it’s clear he got none

The secret mom friend, but refuses to admit it

She and Victoria have the best sneakers

Whenever they play one-on-one basketball, they end up exhausted, tied, and sweaty before calling the game off

The Recess Class isn’t crazy about the Akuma Class since they seem to be Monarch’s primary targets, but she’s slowly convincing them they’re alright

Beck King👑:

Nonbinary, Achillean, They/Them

An older sibling figure to the class, ever since elementary school

A part of the class group chat

Plays hockey and is the captain

They’re rocking their unibrow

May or may not be rich and with government connections

People swore they’ve seen people in suits following Beck around

Always wears a crown-shaped hair clip to keep their gorgeous bangs off their face

At some point, everyone in the Recess Class has had a crush on them

It’s inevitable, really

They will stop to hug Beck when they see them

Sort of took care of Spinelli when he needed a break from his family. They were also the first person he came out to

M. Grotke☮️:

Transman and gay, he/him

A total DILF

A badass activist who dresses like it’s the seventies

Always encourages his students to fight the power

He teaches them what history books refuse to tell children- That slavery was not the start of black history, the pilgrims were assholes, King Henry the 8th was a jackass to his wives, the horrors people with mental disabilities went through back in the day, the Radium Girls, and the Royal Family didn’t do shit about Apartheid

Spinelli’s father figure in a way

Crushing hard on M. Monlataing but has no clue what to even say

Takes yoga with Mme. Bustier and they occasionally gossip about teachers they don’t like

Mme. Bustier: You know that’s not her real hair color.

M. Grotke: Oh, believe me, honey, I know. Sue is definitely not a blonde.

They met at a protest and haven’t stop hanging out since

Really HATES the mayor… He was a little high at the polls

[thewolfisawake]

Balmoral Being an Absolute Sap (aka Him Flirting with Mhoirbheinn)

"How can ah nae end up loving a' about my m'eudail? From your care a' the way t' your spite. ah love every bit. Ah love your violence. Ah love t' show every part of me fir your pleasure. Ah love a' the kinds of strength you have. Ah love you at peace an' restful. Ah adore every. little. reaction. Ah love it a' about you, Bheinnan."

"Nothing is ever wasted, if it is fir you. You dinnae need grand declarations you say but ah have t' say it so that you ken, it's engraved in your being how ceaselessly, devoutly ah cherish you."

"Come now, no need to be modest. Just with a single piercing gaze, strikes true to one's core. A figure already so distinct and to think, we have yet to finish that growth. And a yet waiting prowess laden with potential. How does anyone not notice? How does anyone not flit with the thought they might have encountered a baobhan sith? Or is it a leannan sith?"

"Some days I wonder if you have cursed me. For you are truly bewitching, Bheinnan. Your presence, your touch addictive. And if it were a curse, I have no desire to sever its hold. For it keeps you here with me."

"My leanan sith of destruction and ardor. If my fight be a well-loved canvas, then it only be because of the pull of my muse t' drive me. And a' of it merely a tribute t' my endless devotion."

"When the person ended up every bit of exceptional and then some despite everything…how am I not to fall for him?"

"M'eudail, my eyes always find you. Yes, even back during that time. Especially during that time. After all, how could ah no want tae trace your pure fine frame? Make an excuse tae hae your hair within my grasp? Hae a' excuse in the world tae make your splendid face starred with silver? When the sublime lies abreast tae you, would it not be tantalizing tae want tae partake of him?"

"Nothing of the sort. I have the divine with me, for what reason would I need an imitation?"

"You say to punish you. For you deserve it. Very well, but I will not bloody you because that is what you want and I will not be that kind.Because I know it hurts you when I touch you like this, I will do so. And because it writhes in your heart when I say, 'it is not your fault,' I will speak it. All this and more until you have had your fill of this torture…or until for even a sliver, you can believe my words are true, m'annsachd…"

"It pales in comparison tae the sublime befir me. A candidness thon ah feel only brings me closer tae thon pure brilliant heart. A gentle darkness thon enraptures and embraces yin so close like this. Truly yin so divine."

"A day I could finally capture your attention. A day where I could be able to have a taste of your being. A day of your reciprocation…indeed I have."

"It's pretty but ah hafta try harder fir yin just as lovely as you" (about getting hair accessories for Mhoirbheinn (which he has gotten a lot))

"Tae whit ah owe the honor of being graced by land's blessing made manifest?"

"M'annsachd, you are just that: a blessing. The only hand to reach out when turbulence threatens to drown any dissidence. The wings that keep one aloft. The only true levity of this world."

"I wonder the same. How can I possibly grant the bliss to a most precious being such as you? To the magnitude, no greater than the love you have gifted."

"To rule…that was all anyone wanted of me, asked of me, was why I was born…but you….oh, you…you were the one that gave me everything……you were the one thing I ever wanted for myself….all mine……"

"When I was little, there was a thread like this that brought me respite at a time where there was no hope, no future. What was tied to that thread……gave me strength to carve a path when there was none. So this tie is a reminder of that strength….and a symbol of my eternal gratitude."

"Centuries, I have toiled and reached for this. But this?" he held the diadem for a moment, "This was my duty. But you?" he gently placed it atop his head, hand caress and behold his beloved's face, "You were my dream."

[thekrows-nest]

"Oh n-not this time, m-my Songbird. I-I've let it slide a bit, l-let you have your f-fun, and it is f-fun for me too. However. Y-you've been p-pampering me far too much. It is YOUR turn t-to be looked after and have a d-day off."

.....Darling, love of my life, my lil sugar bear you're my precious lil princess and I feel you underestimate my strength. I'll literally handcuff , put a collar on you and throw you over my shoulder as if It's the last thing I'll do, darling. ~~ ☺️💞

Now, now sit down. I've got a special surprise for you. I've been looking for the past hours for Indian recipes and tried my best to recreate them for you, my love. Also why need a chair? These thighs were made for you to sit on , and why do anything when I can feed you myself 😌✨✨

And don't worry your pretty lil head about taking care of me, I'm doing fine, Hun. you should be more worried about how you are going to your work tomorrow after I finish with you tonight, I saw that birdcage in your room maybe I should put it in use since you decide to disobey 🙂☺️

(fgsfgsfdadgagrsdg I'm not backing up until that lil shit accepts his new fate, I'LL CRUSH HIM WITH MY THIGHS LIKE A FUCKING WATERMELON AND HE'S GONNA LOVE IT!!! )

I fucking laughed so hard reading this. I wanted this framed and on my wall it's fucking art safndkfjg

Words cannot describe, or emphasize enough, the absolute joyous, yet positively gremlin, shit eating grin expression that Krow's face bears, including the rare sight of him showing his fanged canines without holding his hand over his mouth to hide them.

"R-really now, t-threatening me w-with a good t-time? I-is the collar a s-shock one? I've ALWAYS w-wanted to try one of t-those. C-cause that sounds AMAZING."

Krow gives a delighted little giggle at the thought, and continues to grin up at you. And at the mention of you recreating various Indian dishes for him, the teasing persona does crack, revealing him to be truly touched at this gesture.

"Ah... D-Dove. Y-y-you didn't... n-need to. S-some of these are complex t-too..." this time he does cover his mouth, though not from shame at his teeth, but out of the overwhelming feeling of gratitude he has.

He looks back to you, smile returning. "Do you r-really think, a-after all this, w-with how much you've been s-spoiling me, lavishing me, I-I can let you just.... g-get away with it? No. Oh no no no n-noooo. It is MY turn to t-take care of you, a-and service you, in a-all the ways you w-want."

He'd laugh more. "O-oh you noticed the cage? L-lovely, isn't it? Eheh, g-going to try and punish me, my Dove? My b-beautiful Songbird?" he drops his voice into a whisper. "Do it. M-make me BEG."

((Two service doms both just like 'no u' at each other nskjDFznsdf Place your bets on who's gonna crack first dfgsndkfjg))

((Given that Krow is like... an extreme masochist, he'd BEG you to crush him with your thighs. Destroy him. Please.))

[redactedparx]

so… guys… i was almost barricade at last night(boston)‘s show and

dear god

j everything b also there was this one bit where someone was trying to pass him a bracelet thru the crowd and their friends were pointing to them and awsten totally called them out and started teasing them like

and then they dropped it and he was like “you really want to give that to me? after it’s been on the dirty beer ground? you really think i want that?” and i just ab died

he was so mean teasing humiliating them i need him to mean dom me so bad

‘you really think you deserve my cock baby? why don’t you prove it’ i alr p much lost my voice from screaming last night it wouldn’t hurt if he fucked my throat until i couldn’t speak at all.

need him to throw me around while he degrades me

awsten please just one chance pleas

he did a lot of that kind of teasing/lightheartedly insulting some ppl in the crowd. sm had a sign that said ‘bring back felony steve’ and the writing was like thin and awsten was first like ‘what? what does that say?’ and then once the crowd shouted it to him he was like “that’s what it says? you wrote that in fucking mechanical pencil get a thick marker jesus christ” awsten pls make fun of me i’ll come in my pants

also earlier in the show sm next to me had a sign that said ‘#1 GEOFF FAN’ like printed out arial font and huge and he pointed it out and was like ‘geoff! geoff look! ugh he doesn’t pay attention he doesn’t live in the moment always on that fuckin phone’ and i shit you not geoff fucking BLUSHED kms

o also then every one started chanting that geoff was a screenager so real tbh

geoff also got like 3 different points of ppl chanting his name and otto only got one 😶 sorry otto

side note their insta otto’s so in his slut era recently/pos

there was also a point where awsten was making fun of lucas for being shy and there was sm about a bet where awsten and geoff would pay him to do sm and they kept trying to get him to do it and then lucas said ‘geoff isn’t gonna pay me he told me’ and awsten was just like “did you just call geoff a liar??!” and have everyone boo then he was like cheer if i’m a perfect angel precious baby boy who can do no wrong (or sm w that vibe everyone was screaming too loud for me to rly hear) what if i died

him being teasing like that and going back to his like ego thing the whole time he’s so hot i need him to tell me he’s better than me

at some point right after lucas went on stage to test the mic ect before parx came on i think sm behind me was like ‘is it just me or is one of the security guys rly hot’ and i just turned around and went ‘you mean lucas??!!’ i don’t think they were talking about him b that was so funny to me and lucas is soooo hot

someone got a shirt thrown on stage for awsten that said ‘I FUCK FISH’ and he was like “you guys really want me to wear this?! on top of everything??!”(overalls and long sleeve t) and yes he did wear it p much the whole show(GOD he must have been so sweaty after) and then at one point he went onto the drum riser and was like “otto would you rather fuck a swordfish or a flounder?” then pointed the mic at him and otto j giggled and said “i’d rather play fuck about it!” and idk why but that was just so hot to me

o also during loveless’s set julian got rid of a coat(?) or am and threw it side stage and i saw sm catch it and julian was like “thank you so much love you for that” and i SWEAR TO GOD it was otto like it so looked like him i was far away and he was in the dark so i couldn’t 100% see him b i SWEAR i SWEAR it was otto

i don’t have any specific geoff moments i can talk about i think but he was just unfairly gorgeous handsome pretty the whole time i lost my mind.

geoff is the hottest to me b GODDAMN awstens fuckin demeanor Fucked Me Up i can’t stop thinking about it now

-spiral

<3

[the-himawari-otome]

B’s-LOG May 2023 - Utakata no Uchronia Short Story Translation [Devoted Servant]

Also available on the official website

The curtains open in a single rush followed by the windows being thrown open mercilessly.

“N-Nghh…”

I squirm and curl up under my blankets.

I want to escape the dazzling light and cool morning air that fills the room.

“Princess.”

“…I’m awake…”

“Say that after you get out from your covers. And don’t fall asleep again, understand?”

The sound of his footsteps fade away.

(…I’m sleepy.)

I want to stay in my soft, warm bed forever.

(Mmm~~~~~………)

I can’t open my drooping eyelids.

With a hazy sense habit and obligation, I reluctantly step out from my blankets.

I languidly slide down from my bed and wash my face with the lukewarm water that Awayuki has prepared for me. Then I’m finally awake.

After I finish changing my clothes, Awayuki returns as if he anticipated it.

“…See? I got up properly, didn’t I? Great job, right?”

“Yes, yes. Very good.”

When I sit in front of the dresser like usual, Awayuki glances at me in the mirror and frowns.

“Princess… I told you to sleep early yesterday, didn’t I?”

“Hm?”

“Your eyelids are swollen. Did you stay up late reading a book again?”

My heart skips a beat.

In the mirror, my face looks just as it always does. But it appears Awayuki can see the difference.

“Your complexion isn’t bad… However, I hope you’re not scrubbing too hard when you wash your face.”

“I’m doing it like usual. Like usual!”

I wash my face gently.

Awayuki has mentioned this many times over the years. Apparently, I have strong skin, so it doesn’t get rough even if I scrub it hard.

“…Princess? Is there something on your mind?”

“Oh, no. It’s nothing! I was just thinking that you’re the same as always.”

“? What are you trying to say?”

“Um, well… it seems you have your own personal perception of ‘me’, don’t you?”

Awayuki, who’s standing behind me, inadvertently cracks a smile.

“Why, of course I do. I have to. After all, I’m the one who knows our precious princess the best.”

My servant is truly dedicated to his job.

He knows me more than I know myself.

“I’d like a bellflower hairpin today.”

“As you wish.”

He gently brushes my hair back with his gloved fingers.

I gaze absentmindedly at the mirror as he softly and carefully combs my hair with a boxwood comb.

“What’s the matter?”

Although Awayuki’s gaze was lowered to focus on my hair, he immediately notices my stare.

“Say, Awayuki. I’m grown up, aren’t I?”

“You are.”

“So I’m already an adult?”

“According to the laws of Itehari, yes.”

“…Isn’t it about time then? Don’t you think I can at least tie up my own hair?”

“Absolutely not.”

I couldn’t get a single edge in.

Awayuki cuts me off, his expression unchanging.

“You’re clumsy, so you’re not suited for this type of task.”

“T-That’s not true! We won’t know unless I try…”

“I understand. But I can’t allow my princess to walk around with messy hair. Let it go.”

He didn’t have to say it like that!

A pout forms on my lips as I grumble.

“You treat me like a child no matter how much time passes.”

“…That’s not true. You are a proper adult now.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes. When you were young, I helped you change your clothes and I brushed your teeth—”

“You’re talking about a long, long time ago!!”

Seeing me so offended, Awayuki laughs out loud.

He combs my hair with affection. He speaks, sounding a bit more earnest than usual.

“Please, don’t take my job as a servant away. I’m here to take care of you.”

“Oh, you…”

I let out a sigh with a tinge of exasperation.

It’s not that I absolutely want to tie my hair myself.

It feels good when Awayuki plays with my hair and I can’t say I have any complaints—.

“…There’s nothing I can do about you, huh, Awayuki? You can’t do without me.”

However, I simply feel a little worried about the workaholic attitude that my reliable servant shows from time to time.

Yet he has no idea how I feel. He keeps his composed expression behind me.

“Well, you’re the one who took me in. You have to take responsibility for that.”

“Of course. I’m not going to send you away all of a sudden, you know? You’re mine, Awayuki.”

“That’s right. That’s all I need.”

Awayuki smiles, his eyes closing in satisfaction.

“…I can’t live without you.”

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[jungkookiegukk]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 「ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ 𝟷𝟾+」

-Taekook Mafia Story

-Plot tease: In order to achieve the most successful stripclub, Taehyung decides to kidnap an innocent soul. But little does he know...

The chapter below is the third in my novel, check out the full version on my Wattpad. Here is the link:

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦! (𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 🔞)

2 days ago

After grabbing every single paper from the principal's office, Namjoon and Taehyung made their way out through the echoing, silent hallways. The cameras were off due to the jamming of their drone, the battery beeping, announcing that it was about to go offline. That raised the adrenaline of both men. Without the drone, the surveillance would get back online immediately, not to mention that alarms would blow up in just an instant, since they broke through the main office.

"How the fuck do we get out of here?!" Namjoon said as they picked up a fast pace, the walk becoming an urged run.

"We have 30 seconds until the drone falls. The emergency stairs will take us right to the backyard. It's the fastest way-"

"SHIT! IT HAS BEEN SHOT DOWN!"

.... (on the other side)

Police scout: "Copy that, Lead, the drone is down."

... (back to Namjoon and Taehyung)

The alarms and the cameras were instantly back online, ringing and locking on them. The police were easily tracking their position and was already rushing to all exits. It was only a matter of time until the entered the building or used any gasoline grenades to bring them down. Namjoon ran faster down the stairs and left Taehyung behind, the other lagging behind while being focused on calling the getaway driver through the coms. He knew that shouting for Namjoon was not a good idea, so he switched the channel of his earpiece and reached for him.

"Where are you-"

"They are right outside. You go left and I go right."

"What! Why are we splitting!"

Suddenly, everything was interrupted by the sharp bark of the police dogs, their fast paws and claws clicking against the metal stairs, coming closer and closer. Taehyung took a side turn and ran thought the hallways, hoping that the police still didn't secure the other stairs as well. As he was rushing and adrenaline was boiling through his veins, he heard a cry coming from one of the dark classes. He couldn't see who it was, but he heard the shaky voice speaking. "T-they are not there... go faster... hurry..."

Without a second to process or allow creeps to crawl through his skin, Taehyung put his trust into something that felt as stupid as ever. He thought he was going crazy, but in this state of desperation, he didn't care anymore. As soon as he reached the side of the stairs, the sirens and voices were a bit distant, making him think that whoever was talking knew or had a view over the police's positions. He shook his head and focused on his own escape, quickly going to the ground floor and taking the alley towards the getaway car. Right as he was about to call Namjoon again, he noticed a silhouette standing at the end of the dark alley...

"Namjoon?"

No answer. It made Taehyung's heart drop. He jumped as the voice finally rasped with a chuckle.

"Finally gone out of that shit, huh?"

"This is not funny-"

As the man turned around and stepped closer, Taehyung felt a small relief after seeing his cousin's face.

"Namjoon, I am serious. Let's get out of here-"

"Oh, you think I will give you the papers? Look how pathetic you are! The president's daughter is having that damn cancer, you know how much he loves her. You really think that he will give the money to a man like you?"

"What the fuck are you saying?"

"I am saying that once I get to tell him everything that this man did and lay my hand on the money... Imagine how much he will pay me for protecting her oh-so-precious baby girl. You really BELIEVE that he would trust and think someone like you, looking like THIS, would have ever been able to steal the papers and fight off the special forces?"

"You traitor-" Taehyung said and reached his hand for his gun, stopping before growling. "Give the papers, you bastard, this was not our plan!"

"Who said I agreed to the plan?"

"FUCK!" Taehyung could feel his hand itching to blow the man's brains, but the other laughed in disbelief, knowing that even Taehyung was aware that it would only give out the position.

Namjoon spoke again and it was bringing him to the edge of his patience.

"You're no good, Kim Taehyung! With all your mafia spread across every corner of the country and you still got no pride, nor places to make you known!"

"Make me known?! I am in a mafia, for God's sake! I don't want fame!"

"Then?"

"That's none of your business, Namjoon-ah."

"Watch your tone, Kim. That's not how you talk to your elders."

"YOU ARE NOT MY ELDER! JUST THE DAMN REASON OF THOSE DAMN COPS CHASING US!"

"That's enough." The voice from behind us echoed ever so harshly. That was when a shift of feet was heard from my right side, and I was left only with the image of Namjoon's back as he was running towards our hidden car. I took a quick step towards him, calling his name halfway until strong hands pulled me back and covered my mouth. "Let him be. You have work to do, Taehyung."

I growled and gasped as the man let go of me, something cold making contact with my hot, sweaty temple.

"Don't you dare make a sound, or I will be the one to call the cops right here. You surely don't want to lead your tiny mafia from behind the bars, do you now?"

"Who the fuck are you?" I rasped quietly as he lowered the gun from my temple, yet not allowing me to turn around.

"A right hand." He chuckled. "Now go and inform your people to stay alert. Oh, and by the way, your house is on fire right now."

"HUH?!" I yelled, a bit too loudly and turned around instinctively, my eyes only meeting the dusty air and darkness lurking around the corners of the alley. As I got out of my line of thoughts and actually processed the words of the mysterious man, I rushed and hoped that I could at least find the backup runaway.

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Author's POV:

Taehyung didn't notice the tiny whimpers that came from the bed, his mind being completely focused on the papers. The name of his cousin still brought a certain flame in all his body. Anger, shock. A feeling he couldn't describe at that time. As he continued analyzing the pictures in his hands, the whimpers got louder until a loud thud and what sounded like glass breaking got his attention. He lifted his head and noticed the boy gripping onto the table, his shaky hand making it fall right down, the vase and frames landing and breaking against the hard floor. His cries echoed through the room as he fell and his hand was caught right under the table, pressing against the pieces of glass. 

"You fucking kid-" He growled and sat up from the couch, ignoring the pain that struck through his side, grabbing the boy by the arm, pulling him up and tossing him back on the bed. He sobbed and looked as lost as ever, his eyes not even able to focus on Taehyung who was standing right over him. The elder, gripped his injured hand, looking at it despite the kid's whimpers that were cutting through the air. He threw the boy's hand on the bed, gripping his jaw and pulling him up, forcing their eyes to meet. Yet, the other's gaze was darting everywhere, making Taehyung think that the side effects of the anesthetic were far more severe due to overdosing. I sighed, seeing that it was no use in forcing the kid to talk. 

"Shut up already or I am putting you back to sleep-" The boy whimpered, fear and confusion being clearer, something inside Taehyung's cold heart snapping. Even if the kid was only here for the use of his body, he knew that he needed him alive and sane. He closed his eyes and grunted, reaching his hand for the boy's cheek, the other pressing and holding his shaky legs down on the bed. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but since nobody was watching, he allowed himself to take extreme measures. 

"I'm not going to hurt you, calm down." He spoke, rubbing his thumb over the kid's skin, the trembles of his body settling down a little bit. Taehyung's hand started circling the boy's thigh, avoiding the place where the arrow had come in contact with his flesh, but making sure to trace and loosen his muscles. Skillful in calming and gaining the trust of even the most fearful and noncooperative individuals, the elder locked his eyes on the boy's dizzy ones, noticing that he could form a certain, weak eye contact. The boy's breath was coming out quietly, his cries stopping even if his hand was bleeding and staining the other's bed. Taehyung chose to ignore it and continue calming the youngster down until he was not moving anymore. Surprised, he blinked and glared up as he heard the shaky voice of the boy. 

"P-please, it hurts... it burns..."

Taehyung felt a wave of shivers through his body, noticing that the boy was lifting his hand in the air by his elbow, bringing it a little higher and into his line of sight. The elder darted his eyes from the younger's eyes to his bloody hand, eyeing the pieces of glass that were sticking out of the ripped skin.

"Wait here and don't make a sound." Taehyung said, pulling away and leaving the boy laying on the bed with his legs still dangling over the edge. The boy nodded a little boy, lowering his head in submission and watching the other's back as he was walking to the bathroom. He waited and felt like forever until he finally saw Taehyung coming out with a towel and a first aid box. 

"Give me your hand." He said and sighed deeply as the other stretched out his hand. He held it in his own, tending to it carefully using almost all the tools in the box, not hesitating or pulling away from using extra antiseptic over the wound. He noticed the winces that slipped past the boy's lips, but as soon as he applied the moist ointment, he began to quiet down and lay his head into the pillow. After wrapping the bandages around his hand, he cut them and secured them, lowering the boy's hand and taking the box back to the bathroom.

Taehyung looked at his own reflection becoming walking out of the bathroom. "What have I done...?" He whispered to himself, still not believing that he went soft for a small wound. Yet, he also couldn't bring himself to regret the act, once again "excusing" his actions with the fact that his slut had to be perfect, and he needed the boy's trust in order to use him. He frowned as he heard another shift, already picturing the kid breaking something else. He walked out with a rushed pace, only for the sight ahead to get his attention. The boy was curled on his side, hidden in the blanket and already deeply asleep. He was blocked in place. What the fuck was going on? How was he so comfortable? How was he going to bring this kid to be naughty when he was literally already feeling at home? 

The last thought switched Taehyung's mind on.

"It can't be... He is the orphan. The missing child."

Another wave of shock passed through him. He knew and heard about the case of a kid who used to hide at night around the school, but he only thought it was an urban legend to scare the kids and prevent family fights, threatening them that they will end up in school even more.

Then it struck him. 

"T-they are not there... go faster... hurry..."

The dots were connecting, but Taehyung was standing in the middle of the room, without an idea of what to do. Did the kid just save his life that night? He doesn't have parents anymore. He is alone. Will he be able to handle such a kid? The elder was very concerned of his actions at this point, not knowing what or how to handle this kind of a child. Who knows what diseases or affections he had. No, that was wrong. He couldn't think like that. The boy belonged to him now and he had full power of him.

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And..... that's it!

To be continued...

Daily updates, bear with me~

[stoprobbersfic]

O, S, T!

O: How do you begin a story—with the plot, or the characters?

Um. Hmmm. Both?

I suspect you've noticed this if you read my fic, but the two are really quite intertwined for me. I don't really write, like, plotty, mimics a tv show, adventure fic (most of the time), so a lot of what drives me inspiration is about character reaction. To a situation, to each other, or in the past, fleshing out how we got from Point A That We Saw to Point B That We Saw.

Sometimes I have a plot in mind ("Future Tense" is an example of this - that was inspired by the thought of "What if Jonathan doesn't go to college with Nancy? What happens then?" and I knew that's what it was going to explore), sometimes I'm backfilling gaps in a show ("Hot Thoughts" and "Paper Tiger" are both that). Occasionally I get properly plotty (I still have dreams about finishing "If You Meet The Buddha On The Road," it's SUCH a good idea, it's just a bit out of reach most of the time), but I'd say most of the time it starts with more character and less plot, though they're always intertwined.

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

Fake dating. One Bed What Do? Accidentally Married. Hapless Domesticity. Friends to lovers. Enemies to lovers. Fight Fight Fight Kiss Kiss Kiss.

I'm sure there's more, these are just the first that come to mind. God I love tropes.

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

I mean yes, lots and lots. A lot of them are fringe fandom tropes (A/B/O, animal characteristics, whump, noncon, mpreg etc.) so it almost feels like that's not what's being asked.

I guess... does woobification count? The woobification of villains, or of characters that are canonically dickheads but who the fandom has decided is their precious babydoll are just... MASSIVE turnoffs to me. I hate it. The fun of fanfic is to explore characters, and evil/mean/bad characters can be given nuance but to turn them into your Sweet Baby Jellybean or what the fuck ever really turns me off. You're not writing that character anymore. IDK what you're writing; the projection of your own attraction to an actor using a character's name, I guess.

[dokidokitsuna]

Spoiler-Free Reactions to the RWBY:IQ Premiere! (Part 1)

Gonna talk about something fun for a change~

So as many of you may or may not know, the first three episodes of RWBY: Ice Queendom were released early on select platforms just the other day. I...have no idea why this was done, and in all honesty I think just one early episode would have been enough (maybe these first three really are that unimportant to the rest of the story. Who knows)

Anywhom, I was really tired after work today and I didn’t feel like moving, and considering all the RWBY channels I frequent on YouTube the site is quickly becoming a spoiler minefield, so I decided to just go ahead and watch the episodes tonight. ^^ And without further ado, here are my spoiler-free thoughts on Episode 1!

Overall grade: B. Not great, but not bad. The pacing is very awkward, but when they finally decide to just focus on one scene without interruption, they do a good job.

Animation is a bit...mmm...overall it’s good, there’s no doubt about the technical quality. But I think the way they tried to re-interpret some of the characters’ movements in the Black and White trailers is definitely inferior to what we originally got. The Black Trailer in particular got the short end of the stick-- not only do we not get to see much of it, but Blake’s fighting style just does not look as cool anymore. :/ And the way they decided Gambol Shroud’s ribbon should work is just objectively goofy. XD Like, whyyyyy

Personally, I think Ruby’s fight (the one we got a preview of in the first IQ trailer) was the best. Lived up to and surpassed expectations despite the short length; AAAA+++ work. ^^

The Black Rock Shooter cameo was so cute~

I’mma be honest with you guys-- it’s looking like Yang’s gonna get sidelined again. I hope she won’t; I’ve seen some spoilery statements that have convinced me to wait before I judge, but...as of right now it’s lookin’ like she doesn’t have much to do. :T Fingers crossed

I love how they made an effort to briefly flesh out Team RWBY’s family members and give them meaningful screentime. ^^ I think that was this episode’s biggest strength, and a step in the right direction. The girls’ backgrounds actually feel...important; there’s a sense of community now that we didn’t get in the original series, especially with Ruby and Yang. THEY THINK AND TALK ABOUT EACH OTHER EVEN WHEN ONE OF THEM ISN’T AROUND! THEY FEEL LIKE ACTUAL SISTERS!! ...Man, the bar is low, ain’t it

Weiss is so sweet and polite, omg...can’t wait to see how that changes once she gets to school...^^;;;

I really can’t deal with Oz looking so neat and clean; it creeps me out. o_O Please bring back his bed-hair

Adam is here, hooray! :D At least one of my precious boys is gonna be in this series (1 down, 2 more to go)! ...Despite that, I don’t think Adam was very impressive in this first episode. ^^; To the point where I feel like talking too much about him would be spoilery, because he just...expectations were not met, okay

I had a feeling early on that production on this anime was a little rushed (I’m not sure why, but I did) and looking at it now...I feel like I see what I was afraid of. ^^; Again, it’s not bad, but it also feels very...economical. Like, only certain parts of the episode are really allowed that attention to detail, and other parts just have to struggle by on what’s left of the budget. Basically, anyone who wants to hate on this anime will have plenty to make fun of in Episode 1 alone. ^^; I just hope that this is due to Eps 1-3 being low-priority recap episodes, and not indicative of the quality of the series as a whole. Although, even if it is, all is not lost. For those of you who are new to anime-- anime series often have clean-up work done for the Blu-Ray re-releases after the initial broadcast run. So even if IQ looks a little jank right now, it can still get polished up later on.

[apenapaperandadoofus]

OK OK OK

So listen: from what I remember (I read the manga like two weeks ago and it was during exams time so my memory is fuzzy) Operation Strix is supposed to be a peaceful way for Loid to talk to Donovan and put an end to the war- obviously through negotiation.

Now I assume that means that they will not put Donovan in harms way (example, just killing him instead- obviously that would be stupid for so many reasons but they do want peace)

BUT

A thing Loid said at the end of this week’s episode just- it destroyed me

At one point in the end he said something along the lines of “anyway if it comes to it there are plenty of ways to kill Donovan secretly/without anyone finding out”

And like I guess that’s just the last resort plan bUT IMAGINE LIKE

An au where there’s angst (bc I love breaking my heart :D)

So imagine; even though Anya and Damian become close, for some reason or other, let’s say Donovan decided to speed up the war’s process- anyway the thing is the spy agency finds no other solution than to kill him.

Afterwards the Forger family does stay together, we can say Loid got attached and they find out about their secrets etc etc so they move away, get new identities and leave.

Damian suddenly comes home to find his father dead, and him and his brother being questioned by da police or smth.

I don’t remember how old Demetrius is so we’re going to skip over that part but anyhow

Damian finds out about his father and he’s obviously mad but for drama reasons (and something I can strangely see happening to him if it came to it) he does a complete 180°. He obviously wants to impress his father, I mean iirc he says he wants to be like him and stuff- and anyway since he’s so young he gets so angry by this that he decides to avenge him. Yup you heard that right (all soap opera drama in here lmao)

Anyway since he’s so young and he doesn’t really understand why what his father wanted was yknow, wrong, he gets raised in a really military-ish ambient. He drops out of Eden and also moves somewhere else. NOW I want more drama (when do I not lol) SO even though Damian’s brother is full on set to cause war and havoc again, all Damian wants is to destroy the people that killed him (AKA WISE, aka Loid) but he doesn’t really get in his brother’s way.

Since he’s the second son he doesn’t get full control of his fathers company- that’s Demetrius’ job- b u t he can still be second in command (hey maybe even be a part of the police Yuri’s a part of? Maybe??? I think Yuri worked for Donovan aNYWAY) so Damian becomes business man by day, and spy/police officer (?) by NIGHT. He mostly focused on stealing info tho, he’s not really the one you call for action packed missions but mostly for more tactical stay in the shadows and steal info kinda ones.

Now- let’s go back a bit and talk about Anya.

She moves away and both Loid and Yor find out about her powers, along with a few higher ups at the agency. Loid obviously doesn’t let them touch his precious daughter, so they decide to recruit Anya as a spy, since her abilities are obviously an added plus.

Anya grows up learning from Loid and Yor how to fight and how to be a spy. She’s more of a fighter though, and becomes pretty amazing combat wise. (You see where I’m getting at pft Ying Yang y’all)

A few years down the line the Desmond company has grown again, and they find out that the new heir is trying to start up war again.

Anya, having already formed part of Operation Strix gets called into Operation Strix 2.0 (or smth I’m not good with names)

Anya gets sent back to where she used to live before and starts working for the Desmond’s company and gets tasked with getting near to one of the sons to get information about the war. Her main task: kill the remaining Desmonds and stop war (since they weren’t able to gain peace, they realized they should destroy all the Desmond’s, since the whole thing can happen again so it’s better to just nip it the bud) idk if I used it right English isn’t my main language aNYWAY

Damian was working overseas, and Anya somehow managed to get in kahoots with his brother (she went high up on the ladder quickly and they’re “friends”), who unlike Donovan is out and about in the open, making him an easy target for Anya.

While she’s getting to know ya boi DUN DUNNNN

Damian appears!!!

Now keep in mind Damian has only heard rumors about Anya’s family so he doesn’t know Loid was the one behind his fathers death- but he knows she had something to do with it.

So he starts off with Anya on the wrong foot (they meet somewhere in the company where Damian explodes, he is not happy with Anya and Anya ain’t taking any shit from him)

Like he is legitimately mad at her now, since he feels betrayed and hurt and he wants to hold her so badly but nO she had something to do with his father.

NOW for more drama, Demetrius comes to him and tells him, hey Anya might actually be a spy, I want you to get as close to her as you can and uncover all the secrets so we can finally get ahead on the war.

So Demetrius (who doesn’t know they met before) presents them to each other and tries to get them together so Damian can yknow, find out things about WISE.

So now Damian and Anya both are put in a situation where even though they don’t like each other, they gotta get close to the other one to find out things about the other party- and obviously fall in love because YES.

Now the thing is I think both Damian and Demetrius will get some info from some spies that there is an esper working for WISE and Damian figures out it’s Anya, which is why he’s able to keep her in the dark.

Anyway obviously that’s all I have for now lol I came up with it on the spot but like? Isn’t it good and angsty lmaoo

I also want to add Becky since we know the Blackwells are associated with the Desmond’s so either she’s also a spy or like information worker (like Frankie) or she can just be a regular worker. But she’s a bit mad at Anya for leaving her alone all of a sudden but they do get back into friendship mode quickly!

Also I want both Loid and Yor to have a little thing because like: imagine it’s Anya’s first solo mission- she’s a good spy but she’s always worked with her father.

So both Loid and Yor are proud parents but worried parents, so unbeknownst to Anya they FOLLOW her to see how she’s doing- they would never interfere with her mission obviously (she’s made it clear she will be mad at them if they do) they’ll just uh- push her in the right directions sometimes.

I also just find it funny for them to try and hide from Anya while she’s working- and since they know she can read minds now they can keep hidden from her a bit easier and i just find it hilarious for some reason these two going all the way to try and get Anya to not suspect them (which even if they go over the top ridiculous she never seems to figure it out-) also imagine a cute scene where she’s talking to an old man on a bench in the park when she’s all sad (and she doesn’t know it’s Loid) and she’s sad because she just wants to make her family proud and Loid gives her words of encouragement and is so proud but like also oops sir you’re not supposed to blow away your cover and PFtt it’s so cute!

Anyway might write it? Idk maybe? I mean classes are going easy so I could sneak writing a few chapters or two while in class 👀

So what do y’all think? Should something else be added on? Or any other ideas? Cuz idk I think it’s nice shshshs

[eclipixels]

Finding out and telling Kaneki you're preggo

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"You're leaving right now?" I yawned, still shaking off the dryness of the morning.

"Yup. See you in a bit." He responded tying the last knot on his shoe laces then lifting his head up to look at me. Oh those doe innocent precious eyes. Sigh

"Have fun learning about old dead people and words." I stretched my arms out towards him.

"I will and you better not forget to have fun at your doctor's appointment. They're gonna stick flashlights up your nose, ears and mouth." He smiled sheepishly leaning into my arms.

I felt the area around me sink as he rested his palms beside me, putting full support into them. A long kiss was shared between us ending with a soft and cute audible, "mwuah" from Kaneki.

And with a sweet kiss my lover dissipated out the cold door, leaving behind the warmth of our shared home and far-away from me.. but he'd return at like 4:00 PM or something.

I yawned once more, annoyed at the fact that yawning hurt my jaw and that I couldn't control it. After sitting there for a bit, I finally got up and got dressed. Soon after finishing my morning routine, I headed out to the doctors.

It was a regular check up with the whole sticking flashlights down your throat and nose along with the blood pressure machine thing. The last thing I had to do was pee in a cup.

I went in the bathroom, did my business and gave them back the pp cup. I waited inside my room for the doctor to return. I was about to text Kaneki checking up on him since he usually takes a break during this time but stopped as soon as the doctor came in. Finally.

"Well all your results seem great, there seems to be no problems. Vitals are all good, no sign of any health risks. Looks like you're healthy," He said nothing more or less than I expected. I was waiting for him to wrap it up so I could get home.

"Also, your labs came back and congratulations, you're 2 weeks pregnant Ms. L/n!" He finished.

Excuse me I'm what? 😃

"I'm pregnant?" I repeated.

"Yup, shows here you're exactly 2 weeks pregnant! Would you like us to help schedule you an appointment with your gynecologist for ultrasounds and pregnancy check ups?" The doctor asked politely.

"Uh no thank you, I'll do it when I get home." I spoke feeling a bit lightheaded.

"Alright then, you're all set! Just make sure to make your next appointment in y months." The doctor said and with that I made my way back home.

Fuck it's almost 4, Kaneki would be home any minute now. God, what do I do? Should I tell him yet or should I wait? Holy pickle salad, what if he doesn't want the baby? What will I do then?

"Y/N!! I'M HOME!!" Kaneki yelled with glee as he took off his shoes and quickly held me in a tight hug like a little child.

"How was your day?" I giggled in his arms.

"Same old routine oh and I got lunch with Hide at this really cool bakery. I would've brought some for you but I want to take you there myself so you could have it while It's still warm." He smiled, guiding me into our room so he could tell me more about his day.

Immediately he started changing into something more comfortable, a black t-shirt and dark grey shorts. He then sighed as he laid down on the matress, feeling his hand link with mine.

Just then, I suddenly felt really hungry. No, this isn't a pregnancy craving, I'm just a hungry bitch.

"Hey what's wrong?" He asked noticing my troubled faced.

"Nothing, I'm just hungry." I muttered.

"Oh ok, I'll order some pizza then." He smiled, rushing out the door to find his phone. God damn he's so cute.

"Wait! I forgot to ask, do you want a side of garlic cheese bread too?" He stuck his head through the door with the phone held behind him.

"Of course I do!" I said in disbelief.

"Ok" He laughed at my expression before leaving the room. I think that laugh just impregnated me- oh wait, I already am pregnant. Oh, shit, that. I'm still in that dilemma.

"Ok, they'll deliver since I'm tired and don't wanna go out." He said as he sat next to me one again.

"Yay!" I lunged towards him in a hug, careful with my tummy though.

-

"So anything interesting you did today?" I asked taking a bite of the pizza.

"I don't think so. It was mundane. Nothing much happened except for what I told you" he yawned, drooping his eyes.

"You're tired though." I narrowed my eyes.

"It's probably just from working out." He accidentally slipped, slapping his hand over his mouth.

"Working out?" I smirked.

"S-shut up" He blushed.

"There's nothing to be insecure about. Although I do love your feminine looking ass a lot, I wouldn't mind." I leaned closer to his ear before letting out a mischievous giggle.

"Stooooppp, now I don't even wanna do it anymore." He crossed his arms.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you're making me feel embarrassed." He turned his head to the opposite side, attempting to avoid my stare.

"But.. I love your body. No matter the change." I smiled, snaking my hand under his shirt, gliding it over his smooth stomach.

"mm, keep doing that" He sighed leaning back. I then rested my head on his lap, tracing random shapes on his bare abdomen. He did have to run around campus a lot so I understand why he's tired.

"Why do you want to work out though?" I asked, truly puzzled.

"B-because I wanna be able to pick you up and stuff a-and you're always doing the hard work around here.. I want to help too! Ugh, this is so embarrassing." He held his head in his hands.

"No it's not."

"You stroke my ego too much. It's bad for me." He sighed.

"That's not the only thing I can stroke for you-" I was cut off by Kaneki's hand covering my mouth, muffling my words.

"Don't!" Kaneki said with widened eyes.

I only laughed and bit his palm for him to let go.

"Anyway, how was your day at the doctor's." Kaneki remembered to ask.

"Oh the doctors said I'm fine." I replied calmly.

"That's good" He leaned over to take another pizza slice, holding it above my mouth for me to eat. Kaneki then took a sip of his drink.

"Oh yeah and I'm pregnant too by the way— if that matters though." I said, purposely using a nonchalant tone as I took another bite of the pizza.

"YOU'RE WHAT!?" Ken shrieked as pepsi blew out his nose.