#ohoho I wonder who it could be ;)?

[sukunasteeth]

Picking You Up From Work

Sukuna leans on the bumper of his Camaro, hoping a drop of rain doesn’t land perfectly on the tip of his cigarette and snuff it out. He’s pretending not to watch the front door of your workplace, like an anxious dog waiting for his owner to come home, but it’s ten minutes past the time you said you’d be out, and he was ready to take you to his apartment and settle down for the night. It had been a long day- he wanted to forget it in the taste of your whimpering on his tongue.

Customers pass him on their way into your workplace. Sukuna wonders briefly what has them whispering to each other and sneaking glances over at him: the nearly sixty year old car or the man covered in tattoos leaning against it?

Fifteen minutes pass before he checks his phone again. It was unlike you to be late, you knew Sukuna had a pet peeve of not being on time and, despite how hairbrained you were, he knew you tried to meet him halfway. Looking over his shoulder, he peeks at the flowers sitting on the passenger seat waiting for you. If he had known you'd be a minute, he would have put a splash of water in the bottom of the flower wrap holding the bouquet together. He clicks his tongue in disappointment, hoping they don’t wilt by the time you get to them.

“I’m sorry, I have to get going-” Your voice chimes through the sound of the rainfall like a cleansing bell, bringing Sukuna’s attention snapping back towards the exit of your work.

You're standing halfway between his car and the building, directly in the middle of the parking lot. A man dressed in a similar uniform to yours is standing a little too close to you for Sukuna’s comfort.

He flicks the ash off of the end of his cigarette and takes a drag.

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“Are you sure?”

It’s been a long day.

“We could go get some coffee and just hangout for a bit-”

A really long day.

Granted: working customer service you expected long days. Grating days. Days in which you questioned your faith in humanity. But, that all usually ended when you clocked out for the night and headed home. You could easily forget all of it at the door. Tonight, however, the annoyance of having to save face continues.

You had been trying to give this guy a hint all day as he followed you around, desperate to catch your attention and doing anything to gain a brownie point. It was really starting to tick you off.

Not only that, you knew Sukuna was waiting for you somewhere in the parking lot and it was only a matter of time before this man was decapitated before your very eyes.

Dammit, you just wanted to go home.

“I’m sorry, Sam. I’ve got someone waiting for me. Have a good night!” You try to wave him off, offering a polite smile before you turn your back to him.

"Who's waiting for you?" Sam calls out, still not catching the hint.

Before you can reply, a hand reaches around your waist, securing you to a familiar side- but you've been on edge all day, just waiting for your coworker to make one bold wrong move. On instinct, you snatch the wrist at your hip with a deathgrip before realization is able to save you.

Your eyes whip up to meet Sukuna's smirking gaze, his smile flashing into that serpentine grin that makes your fight or flight mode go off.

"Ohoho-" He chuckles, and there’s a mischievous darkness lurking beneath it. 

"'Kuna!" You ease your grip immediately, cradling his hand in sympathy. Part of you is instantly relieved he’s here to sweep you away, and the other part is sweating over how he’s going to handle this situation.  

Sukuna could be a bit possessive. 

"Good grip." He purrs, snatching up your own hand instead and continuing his original plan of tucking you securely into his side. "You turned your back to the scum bag, though." He tsks quietly. "My brat should know better."

Sukuna easily turns the both of you around, lifting you slightly to move without tripping you. You’re forced to face your coworker once again, although you notice that your unease has dissipated with Sukuna next to you now. 

“Is this...? A-Are you guys…” Sam sneers at Sukuna's sudden appearance, his poorly shaven lip curling up in disgust. 

Sukuna merely hums in response, “Every night while you’re wet dreamin’ about it.”

“S-Sukuna!” You interrupt, squeezing his fingers. Heat burns in your ears and you can feel them going pink under Sam’s now incredulous stare. “Is… my… yes.” You finish quietly, trying to avoid either one of the men watching you. Letting people into your personal life was not something you liked to do, even though you're sure your fiance would love it if you screamed it from the rooftops.

“Aw,” Sukuna makes a fond, sentimental noise and you press your elbow into his rib cage when you hear a mischievous lilt to his tone. 

“You and this guy?” Sam gives Sukuna an obvious once over, crossing his gangly arms over his chest in disapproval. “He’s not even your type!”

Oh.

Maybe this guy deserved a good beating.

Even you were too afraid to look at your fiance at that moment, you could tell by the look on Sam’s face that Sukuna wasn’t happy. 

The scariest part about Sukuna getting angry, was the lack of reaction. There was no glaring. No muscles going rigid. No shouting. There was only this overwhelming sense of danger, like a prey animal realizing it was about to meet its predator. 

Sam tries to fix it, sensing the murderous intent hanging in the air, but his ego still tries to bite: “Look, dude, I don’t mean any harm. I just think she needs a gentleman.”

…

Now that piques your interest.

You need a gentleman?

You almost completely forget about Sukuna for a moment, your head snapping in your coworker's direction with breakneck speed. 

“Gentleman?” You repeat, scoffing. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve been breathing down my neck like a fucking animal in heat all day. Practically begging for half a second of female attention in any form you can get it and you’re standing here-after trying to follow me to my car like some fucking pervert- and you’re trying to tell me you’re a gentleman?”

When you try to take a step forward, you're reminded of Sukuna's unrelenting grip on your hip bone, holding you in place.

“Calm down- all I wanted to do was walk you to your car.” Your ill-favored coworker rolls his eyes, although you can sense his discomfort in the way he takes a few steps away from you. His ego speaks again, and you see red. “You don’t have to be such a bitch about it.” 

What.

“Alright, alright” Sukuna is shoving something cold and jagged into your hands, distracting the sudden confused rage that washes over you. Before you can expel it, he unfastens his hand from around your waist and nudges you in the direction behind him. “Go start the car.”

You blink up at him, taken back by the entire situation. His keys dangle in your frozen fingers, clinking together. 

Sukuna knows you're mad. Knows the only thing on your mind is curb stomping the man in front of you. And you know he won't let you get anywhere near that.

“Come on, Duckie.” He purses his lower lip in a mock pout when you don't turn to leave immediately. There’s something dark glittering behind the faux playfulness in his eyes, reassuring you that nobody was going to get off easy, asking you politely to turn your gaze from what he was about to do.

His calloused thumb sweeps over your fingertips, gliding over the deep red nail polish there. The kiss he presses against your knuckles is one meant for royalty. Soft and sweet. And incredibly persuasive. “I just got these nails done. Lemme keep ‘em pretty for ya.” 

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When Sukuna opens the driver side door and slides in, fifteen minutes have passed. There’s a smear of blood on his cheek that matches the one on his knuckles, the red catches his eye in the review mirror. He licks his finger, using his spit to try and wipe it off before he turns to meet you, smiling sweetly. 

“What should we get for dinner?"

[elexaria]

Simon Riley who had been on a lookout for a particular peer of his after high school, sweet little girl who normally did all of the schoolwork for him. Even behind the teachers back. Even when their handwritings never, ever matched up; but the teachers only let her off because, at the very least, he was passing with an A.

Sweet, somewhat nerdy!Reader who actually felt bad for a guy, in general just a person, going through such a rough time when in reality school would only fuck up people into being robots for the government and absolutely do no help for the post puberty and traumatized Teenager!Simon. She tries to have sweets on her for whenever he pops in, also tries her hardest to be nice to the other Riley. Sweet young lady Reader who somehow becomes well known around their high school after winning a last minute game in volleyball, followed by basketball, tennis, track, and soccer. Medals and whatnot. Even earned a goddamn picture in the Coach’s office — the female coach, the male one who seemed to be more like a father to sweet Reader.

Sweet!Reader who is suddenly gone. Desk of hers absolutely empty. No pens, no pink notebooks mixed with pastels. Not her signature backpack in sight. No scent of hers, no constant chirping, no glances that arrived at Simon once she caught glimpse of him in the hallways right before first period. Third period feels… loud. Ironic since there’s a pin-drop silence, even breathing. He normally has the rest of the periods with her from then out, until seventh period. He could recite her entire schedule.

Simon can’t help fidgeting, biting his tongue from asking where she is. Not to be nosy, not to be teased, outwardly and fucking pushed into the lockers teased. Perhaps she was coincidentally absent?

Years pass on, evidently screaming she was, in fact, gone. Even on missions, Simon can’t help but glance everywhere. He’s more fucked up, a bitter version, working exactly for the monarchy (almost forgot he’s British, for God’s sakes) and saving his people.

And just one day, one day that everything seemed normal for Johnny and the rest of Simon’s boys, he catches a goddamn glimpse of her. Her face, specifically. Rushing around, apron around her waist and down her thighs. Appropriate attire of a waitress serving a man with a comically huge cigarette and in a suit whilst speaking to another duplicate of his.

His grip on his whiskey tightens.

(Andddddd you continue!!!)

-🍓

ohoho, strawb anon you genius >:)

simon feels his chest tighten up, his grip on his drink tightening as he glances at the mom and pop diner across the street. no… could it..?

before he can indulge himself with another thought, gaz nudges simon gently. “you alright there lt?” he asks sincerely, an eyebrow raised as he tries to figure out what simon was glancing at. he just grunts in response, relaxing his shoulders as he downs the last remaining drops of whiskey. “thought i saw someone. ‘scuse me—“ he murmurs in response, standing up from the pub booth as he saunters past gaz and up and leaves. when one of the lads asks where he’s going, simon grumbles out a ‘goin for a fag’ while lifting up a ciggie and his lighter.

simon leans against the alley wall that faces the diner, deep in thought as he exhales plumes of smoke while glaring right at the restaurant. come on, he thinks to himself, show yourself. he begins to wonder if he was just seeing things, like you’re an oasis in the middle of the desert or something. wishful thinking, he muses to himself.

and just when he pushes himself up from off the wall, his lips drawn into a thin line in disappointment— he spots her.

she’s absolutely beautiful, breathtaking even. the faint crows feet around his eyes crease as his gaze softens. it’s funny how time has treated them both. one of the only friends he had considered himself to have during school has found herself working as a waitress, cute pinafore hugging her curves in all the right places— while he’s just a bigger, meatier version of the boy he once was. he’s just a husk of a man now. war’ll do that to a bloke.

he fidgets nervously with the zipper of his windbreaker, chewing the inside of his lip as he contemplates popping over to say hello. would that be weird? hell, would she even remember him anymore? his feet are itching to move, but he’s cemented right there— forced to stare at the diner, and the siren within that seemingly tempts him.

with a groan, simon pulls out his phone to text the group chat— “gonna head off, see you back on base” before shoving his phone into the back pocket of his jeans. and with a clear of his throat, he steadily paces across the road to the mom and pop diner. simon feels sick with anticipation, a feeling he’s never really felt before in his life. even when he had found the bodies of his family, even through the torture— he’d never felt quite a strange amalgamation of emotions before. and that really freaked him out.

the diner’s door bell rings, the dulcet tones of doo wop music playing in the restaurant greeting simon when he steps inside. he waits patiently in the small foyer, calloused fingers reaching out to smooth over the creased laminate menu on display. and his heart damn near falls out of his ass when the waitress greets him with a friendly smile.

“hi there! welcome to pop’s EZ diner! my name is ____ and i’ll be your waitress today!” you greet enthusiastically, beaming up at the stranger stood in front of you, awkwardly glaring right into your soul with hauntingly beautiful stormy blue eyes. it was kind of creepy, but weirdly endearing. you just wrote it off, assuming he was socially awkward— after all, he clears his throat and struggles to find the words to say for almost a minute before finally opening his mouth.

“uh… hello. you don’t—“ simon pauses, clearing his throat again as his hands continue to fidget with the menu, his gaze nervously flitting from the menu back to you. “you don’t happen to recognise me, do ya? simon? simon riley? from st matthews?” he says, the timber of his voice itching the back of your brain in a pleasing way. st matthews? how did he know where you went to school?

you shake your head politely, nervously tucking your notepad and pen back into your pinafore pocket. “oh, um. sorry, i don’t—“ you reply, offering him a sympathetic smile. the man, simon, turns bright pink— again, nervously clearing his throat as he nods, lowering his head as he turns on his heels to head back out the diner. “oh, sorry. nevermind.” he murmurs, raising his hand politely to you before his hand reaches for the door handle.

and then it clicks.

oh. my. god.

it’s been YEARS since you had thought about simon riley, and suddenly your mind was being overwhelmed with all these memories of helping a teenage simon out in school. your eyes widen, a hand reaching out to gently grip on his windbreaker sleeve. he freezes, half glaring and half shocked as he turns to face you. but the expression on simon’s face eases when he realises that he was right, it was you.

“simon riley? oh my god—“ you gasp out, eyes wide as you look up at him with a dumbfounded expression, one that sends a shiver down simon’s spine.

what an interesting reunion this would turn out to be..

[sprout-fics]

sometime after the kerfuffle with the 141 and Kortac is done, I'd like to see Konig's reaction to Maus going missing when trying to recover. I think man's would be terrified out of his mind that his sniper just up and disappeared while injured, meanwhile her whole team is just like "ffs not again, get the net and blanket and look in the vents"

Ohoho see I think the team would have so much fun with Konig, would send him on a wild goose chase just to get back at him for all the grief he caused them in the past. (Messy little drabble, not exactly a oneshot)

It had been three hours since you’d gone missing. 

Four, technically, because König had arrived at the infirmary an hour after your disappearance, encountering a fatigued medic who had tiredly informed him of your sudden absence. She’d merely raised a single eyebrow to König's frantic efforts to get more information, and had eventually waved him off with a jaded comment of ‘This happens all the time.’

As if that somehow made him worry less.

You couldn’t have gone far, he theorized. With a sprained ankle, a broken arm, and a mild concussion, it was unlikely that you could have made it to the other side of the base by the time he had started searching for you.

That was three hours ago. Now, as the afternoon slowly crept towards evening, König could feel his panic rising at the idea you had simply vanished. He had searched everywhere. Your room, the mess hall, the rec room, the gym, the firing range, the training course- He’d even checked Price’s office, wondering if you had sought refuge there instead of being in your bed where you belonged.

When he had knocked on the door Price had leveled him with a look, wondering why the newest member of the newly formed SpecGru dared to darken his doorstep. Yet when König had belayed his concerns to the captain, Price had lifted his report to his face and idly told König to once again check the mess hall. 

(König didn’t see the wry, sadistic smile that sprawled across Price’s lips)

Yet with the mess hall still empty, he had instead found Ghost, who tilted his head at the Austrian as König tried to explain why he was all but racing around base trying to find you. Ghost made a strange little huffing sound in response that, If König didn’t know better, he might almost mistake it for laughter. He then suggested looking into the women’s barracks to see if you had somehow disguised yourself as one of the recruits.

(That venture went over rather poorly)

As he’d been chased out, König had run into Soap, who had cackled at the Austrian’s misadventure and consequent flowery aroma resulting from one of the women throwing a shampoo bottle at him. 

“Rookie?” He’d echoed, looking surprised. It took him a moment to understand, at which point a peculiar smile pulled at his mouth, sly and amused at König's quest. 

“Aye.” He intoned, eyes averted so Konig couldn’t see the utter glee in them. “Y’know what? I saw her over at the training grounds climbing up into the tower. Bet you anything she’s still there.”

König had thanked him profusely, had darted off in the direction Soap had spoken of, unseeing of the way Soap hid his laughter until he was gone. 

(The training grounds were empty, of course.) 

As daylight darkened König resisted the urge to tear at his hood in frustration. It seemed, to him, that you were exactly where the men said you were, only to seemingly read his mind and vanish to a new location every time he drew near. Maybe they were alerting you, for whatever sadistic reason, sending him on a wild goose chase for pure entertainment. 

Eventually, when he had run into Gaz, König had all but fallen at his feet pleading for assistance, trying desperately to find you and haul you back to bed so as to not injure yourself further. 

“She has a habit of hiding in the vents.” Garrick told him with a straight face, not an ounce of deception in his eyes. “Usually over by the armory, or the officers quarters, or the kitchens, or the infirmary…” He trailed off, looking nonplussed, and eventually offered König a small shrug. Then Gaz had brushed past him with a small excuse, and as König rushed off towards the locations Garrick had suggested, Gaz sent a small message to you:

“You owe me one.”

(You were nowhere in the vents, naturally)

König spent until dark asking every person he ran into if they had spotted an injured soldier running around earlier that day. It took several explanations for them to understand, and when they did König inevitably saw a weary, annoyed expression cross over their faces before they shooed him away in favor of their current task. 

Eventually, König had collapsed  against a pile of crates in one of the nearby warehouses, shoulders slumping as he desperately wracked his brain for any other possible location where you could have hidden. Half a day had passed since your disappearance, and not once had anyone seen you. To his knowledge you hadn’t eaten, hadn’t taken your medication, had failed to be present for your check-in-

König couldn’t stop the dark, churning thoughts that in your weakened, vulnerable state someone might have taken it upon themselves to abduct you. The fact that the team didn’t seem to share his concerns only made his heart drive higher in his throat, stifling the air in his chest as he pleaded with the heavens to return you. You drew his gaze upwards, to the rafters of the warehouse, wondering if somehow the heavens could hear his prayer. 

A small shape, just above the upper walkway, not entirely obscured by one of the long steel beams that supported the roof. 

“...Maus?”

The shape stiffened. 

König scrambled to his feet, eyes locked on the figure lofted high above the warehouse floor, on a flat, wide beam that effortlessly supported you. As he called once more, a chagrined expression turned down towards him, a guilty smile offered in apology.

“Hi, Konig.”

Distantly, König could hear the sound of something in his mind fracturing. 

“Maus, get down here.” He nearly bellowed, voice thundering upwards. Yet far from scaring you, you only offered him a little pout and replied with a small:

“Mmm, no.”

“Maus!!”

You giggled, and the audacity of your refusal was nearly enough to send König onto his ass once more. Cursing under his breath, he realized the only way to get you down from the precariously high perch where you lay was to come get you himself. 

Two ladders later, and 50 feet up in the air, König could see you facing him, blanket draped over you, cheek propped on one hand, and snack wrappers littered about you. It was like you had made a little nest up here, intent on avoiding anyone who may pester you.

“Not a Mouse.” He thought wearily. “Perhaps a baby bird.”

You refused, initially, to leave your little loft that remained just out of his reach, even as König clung to the railing and tried to reach for you. Yet eventually when his frustration had given way to a near frantic, pleading whine, he could see genuine guilt color your gaze, and eventually you had performed the delicate maneuver of scooting yourself forward so he could hoist you into his arms. 

Yet rather than immediately try to take you down and back towards the medical wing, König instead slumped against the railing of the walkway, his arms fastening around you and a heavy sigh of relief tickling across your hair. 

“Please.” He begged, gathering you tightly to him, a protective hold to refuse your escape as much as it would protect you. “Please don’t ever do that again, Maus.”

Warm, wrapped in his scent, you smiled, nuzzled against his chest with a weary little murmur. 

“I won’t.” You promised, feeling your boyfriend completely and entirely relax against you, head falling gently back against the railing in satisfaction. 

(He didn’t see your fingers crossed behind your back)

[exhaslo]

Hiya! I see you like CEO/Mafia Miguel trope. And honey you do them so FABULOUS 🌹💐✨

So I got a little Mafia request for you!

How about: Mafia Miguel is rising in the ranks and money. He catches the word of a Mafia princess. Who she is or how she looks like is shrouded in mystery. And Miguel is determined to catch this 'princess' and maybe be her knight or greedy dragon.

Thank you ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Thank you~ I'm glad you enjoy my stories!!

Ohoho, a Mafia Princess? I think I have an idea on what to do. Hehe.

Warning: Fluff, language, violence, blood, mentions of murder

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Much like there are two sides to every coin, there are two sides of the city of Nueva York.

One side was the bright and lively city that never sleeps, the side that 90% of people knew. The other? That was the side were you reside in. The dark and bloody side where territory was all the matters and family.

Nueva York was split between different groups of mafia families. Each having their own specialty. There was an unspoken rule to not interfere with another family unless a war was to break out. Another rule, was to never interlope with another family.

Which was why you tried you best to break that rule. You were known as the Spider Mafia's Princess. Your father currently ran the family and kept your existence a secret. It frustrated you to every extent. You were not allowed to do anything.

Just be a pretty doll locked in your room.

You knew all about what your father did. The people he has killed. The drugs he let onto the streets. Everything about how your father ran the mafia sicken you. You were a Princess in name, but no one knew where you were to free you.

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It was just another day for Miguel. After collecting the money for his boss, Miguel proceeded to go above and beyond. From the moment Miguel entered the Spider Mafia, he knew that he wanted to rise as high up as he could get.

Miguel had already rose pretty far from when he first started, but he could get higher.

As he went to deliver the money, Miguel stopped in front of one of the main entry doors.

"Did you hear about the Princess?"

"Dude, you're going to fall for that rumor? Everyone knows that there isn't such thing as a Mafia Princess here."

Such comments were not the first time Miguel has heard of them. The more Miguel heard about this 'Mafia Princess' the more he wanted to find out about her. He just hoped that it wasn't going to be a baseless rumor.

Once the money was dropped off, Miguel was free to do this own thing until called upon. Deciding to follow the rumor, Miguel made sure to cover his tracks. After all, if this rumor was true, Miguel wouldn't want to get in trouble.

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Now was the perfect time to sneak out. Your father was in the middle of a meeting and your bodyguards were falling asleep. Quickly making a run for it, you dashed by the bodyguards and made your way down the private elevator.

You NEEDED freedom.

Once you were down on the ground floor, your booked it towards the exit. As you did, you had bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry!" You apologized and glanced towards the man, "Oh-"

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Miguel helped you up, wondering what had you in such a hurry. To his surprise, you were beautiful. Clearing his throat since he was staring for you long, Miguel let you go, but tensed as you grabbed onto his jacket.

"Please! Help me get away from here!" You begged.

"Huh?"

"Long story, just help me get away from this building!"

Miguel was confused but soon heard distant yelling. He glanced down at you once more, unable to avoid those gorgeous pleading eyes. With a heavy sigh, Miguel held your hand tightly as he led you away from this place.

So much for his hunt for the 'Mafia Princess'.

Once the two of you were far enough away, Miguel had you sit on a nearby bench. He crossed his arms and gave you a slight glare. He had so many questions for a beauty such as yourself. One of them being if you were single.

"Thank you. It's kind of a long story, but my father basically refuses to ever let me leave the condo. I'm trapped in there all the time and I just needed to leave." You briefly summarized.

"You sick?" Miguel asked, wanting to make sure he didn't make a huge mistake.

"Haha, no, no. I would tell you, but I don't think you'd be ready to hear such a thing." You gave him a bright smile.

"Dunno. You did trust a stranger to get you outta there. I could have just kidnapped you and proved your father right." Miguel said bluntly.

"Then you'd really be asking for death," You said with a chuckle, "My dear father is a scary boss."

"My boss doesn't even frighten me," Miguel smirked as he took the seat beside you, "You should be more afraid of me if anything."

"Oh? Such a handsome face has a secret?" You stood, looking around the park, "Can't be that horrible. Hey, why don't you show me around the city. I'd love to know where to get some good pizza."

"You really have no fear...or you're just a fool,"

Miguel glanced at your body, licking his lips slightly. While you maybe a fool, perhaps Miguel could still have some fun. You did ruin his little hunt, so you had to make up for it.

"Can't have that much fear when your dad runs the biggest mafia in the city," You said with a sigh.

Miguel's ears perked up. His eyes widen as he grabbed your wrist,

"Wait...You're the Mafia Princess?"

Oh, this was perfect.

"Of course you work for my dad. Let me guess, he let me escape then!" You stomped your foot, wanting to yell.

Miguel just resisted a chuckle as he watched you. A sheltered princess with no knowledge of the city. That, and you were rebellious. Perhaps this was working in Miguel's favor. Pulling you back into his embrace, Miguel just chuckled.

"This was just fate. Listen, I'll take you where ever you want to go-"

"But?"

"But I want to know more about you." Miguel thought for a moment, "And I would like to avoid any punishment for helping you escape."

"Ugh, my stupid father and his punishments! If only someone would take over-" You smiled towards Miguel, "Why don't we make ourselves a deal?"

"Oh?"

Now you caught his interest even more.

"You let me stay with you and I will help you take down my father, what do you say?"

Miguel just smiled towards your offer. He held your chin and sealed the deal with a kiss. You were gripping his jacket, but soon let go and wrapped your arms around his neck.

A foolish, but beautiful Princess.

"It's a deal," Miguel said with a hum, watching your dazed expression.

"G-Good....N-Now about that pizza," You stuttered, trying to hide your blush.

Miguel chuckled as he wrapped his arm around your waist. You were going to be his princess now. Call it greedy, but Miguel wanted to make sure that you were going to be his and his alone. What better than taking over the mafia by fucking the princess?

"By the way, what's your name?" Miguel whispered in your ear. You shuddered,

"(Y/N)"

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I can totally see a part 2 smut for this, but that will have to be after my Hiatus.

Hope you enjoyed~~

[seaslugfanclub]

Hi! I really love your Disney Villains x reader content! Especially the "Scaredy Villain", "Time in the Spotlight", and the "No, I'm their favorite" one. Speaking of that, I remember Hades mentioned that he was one of the first to meet Y/N, which got me wondering, what were Y/N's first interactions with each of the villains like? 🤔

Once again, I love all of your works! And I can't wait to see you do more in the future at your own pace and time! 😊 💕

So I’ve actually gotten a couple asks about this, so decided to answer all of them with this! Since all the Villains meeting (Y/N) would take way too long to write in one post, I’ve decided to make this a series of one shots, so stay tuned!

I, of course have to start with Hades. (Since his introduction is my most fleshed out) but I’m slowly but surely getting all the Villains interactions in order! Hope you enjoy 💙

Meeting the Villains: Prt. 1

Hades

TW: panic attack

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It was (Y/N)s first day working at the Disney Parks, and they were on the verge of the panic attack of the century

The crying babies, excited children, sickly smell of sweat mixed with the food stands, multicolored rides, and the unrelenting heat all melted together to create the perfect sensory overload

They felt like they’re about to throw up. Or pass out. Or throw up and then pass out. Screw employee training, they needed to get out of here.

Near hyperventilation, (Y/N) quickly stumbled to the quietest location they could find, leading them to a skinny alleyway between two buildings. Immediately they got on the ground, putting their head between their legs and taking deep breaths

Slowly (Y/N) began to calm down, the relative silence of the alleyway a balm to their ears, and the nostalgic scent of cigar smoke really helped ground them— wait….

Lifting their head up to make a spare glance to their left made (Y/N) scramble onto their feet. There — hidden in the shadows of the alleyway was the lord of the dead himself, his most lugubriousness, Hades, smoking a lengthy cigar and staring down at (Y/N) with a sardonic grin.

(Y/N)’s heard about these “holograms” Disney released into their parks, hell, it’s all they’ve heard about since they’ve been hired. And sure, (Y/N)’s seen a couple characters from afar as their employment trainer toured them around the park. But to see an actual one up close? This was a first.

Hades looked so… real. The blue flames atop his head flickered into the air, fanned by the light breeze of the afternoon. His skin was chipped and pitted, a similar texture to granite. Even his chiton looked like something spun from the finest silks, his whole body too detailed to be a simple projection of light.

…..

“So are you just gonna stare at me like an idiot, or…?” Hades took a drag of his cigar, blowing the smoke in (Y/N)’s face, causing them to hack in response.

“ *cough*—Sorry! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, it’s just—“

“Ya first time seeing one of us?” Hades interrupted, “yeah, I figured. And lemme guess, it’s your first day at the circus, huh? Don’t think you’ll last long if you abandon your post because your a little nervous~”

(Y/N) grimaced at Hades jab, retreating into this alleyway was supposed to be a brief respite. Their brain was too fried to think about the consequences of talking back to one of Disneys prized characters, the only thing (Y/N) felt looking up at Hades was indignation

“Oh please, I’m not the only one here who’s supposed to be somewhere else. And smoking??? At THE Disney parks??? It’s my first day, I’ll get off easy, but you? If we’re caught, I’m only gonna get chewed out once.”

A multitude of expressions passed over Hades face. Surprise, anger, disgust, amusement, before finally settling into one of forced resignation. It was a hard pill to swallow knowing he wasn’t the one in charge here. The fucking mouse was.

“Ohoho, I bet. I’m sure any consequence of yours will be dropped if you go off and tattle on me~” Hades seethed, finishing the cigar off in one drag as his flames sparked red.

(Y/N) huffed, going to lean against the wall again, “Are you kidding me? I’m not a narc.” They waved off the imaginary scenario, “I’m here the same reason you are, so why not make a deal. You like those don’t you? If you won’t say anything, I won’t either. Let’s just enjoy what little privacy we can in peace.”

Hades stood in silence for a bit, he didn’t want to sound stereotypical, but this newbie wasn’t like the other park employees he’s had to deal with.

Usually the park members would act one of three ways; either they’d cower in fear, submissive towards his biting remarks (his favorite), they’d fail to see his sentience and pass him off as a lifeless hologram (his least favorite), or act all high and mighty always admonishing anything he enjoys.

But to have someone talk back to him, but not follow the parks rules to a T? Well, Hades had to see where this went.

“Y’know what, kid? It’s a deal.”

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I can��t wait to share with you all what I have planned, I’m so excited!!! I also want to thank you all for your continued support of my work, I seriously didn’t expect so many people to like my silly writing, but here you are!!!

I see all of your asks and I promise I’m working on them! Just expect turnout rate to slow down with my college’s spring semester rolling around❤️

[annymation]

The Kingdom of Wishes- A “Wish” Rewrite

Chapter 9- Tangible Things

Chapter 8

Asha and Aster are walking through the kingdom of Rosas.

There's people everywhere, walking through the streets, all of them wearing the same style of medieval clothings with dull shades of blues, yellows and purples. The people of Rosas are all very diverse in ethnicities... But their cultures are not showcased at all through their clothing styles.

Asha walks through the sea of people wearing her mom's cloak, she's wearing the hoodie so her face is not visible.

Meanwhile, Aster is "wearing" his human disguise, looking like any average human teenager... If you ignore the uncommon combination of brown skin and blonde hair, as well as his black clothes with a looong cape that doesn't quite blend in with everyone else's clothing style.

... And the fact he's as happy as Ariel on her first tour with Eric through the kingdom. Or Rapunzel getting to know her kingdom for the first time, yeah, he has those same big eyes full of wonder.

If you ignore all that, yeah he's just a normal human, nothing to see here.

"Okay Aster, stay close to me. We're almost at the plaza..." She got no response "Aster?" She looks behind her shoulder

... Aaaaand Aster is nowhere to be seen.

Asha scrunches her eyebrows in frustration, she's gonna have to put a bell on that star.

Asha feels a slight dejavu feeling from that dream she had last night.

She scrunches her eyebrows in frustration, now contemplating putting a bell on that star "*sigh*... At least you know how to behave, huh Valentino?" she says to the baby goat walking next to her, Valentino is just happily wagging his tail.

She takes off the her hoodie for a moment to get a better view of her surroundings

"Now where could he be?" She sounds worried, looking around, but there's no sign of the star.

Asha just took her hoodie for a moment...

But just a moment was enough for two people to notice her...

She hears someone calling her name in the distance

"asha! asha-when I catch you asha! asha! when I catch you- it is on sight!! you are so-"

The voice is getting closer. Asha looks around at the sea of people walking, but she can't seem to find who's calling her, the girl voice gets louder:

"do you have any idea what lives iN THAT FOREST? YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO DIE BEING EATEN BY WOLVES! YOU'RE TOO BEAUTIFUL!!!"

A second voice joins in, male this time

"DAHLIA! WAIT UP *huff huff* I can't run that fast!"

Asha turns around and... Yup, it's Dahlia and Simon.

Despite the fact that Dahlia walks with a crutch she's moving way faster than him, that's not even to emphasize how slow Simon is, no, Dahlia just so happens to run really fast in general.

They finally reach the girl wearing the purple cloak, and she seems preeetty nervous about having to explain the whole situation

"Oh- hehe hey guys" Asha waves to her friends awkwardly

Dahlia was having none of that "OHOHO Don't "Hey guys" me! Where were you last night?? My mom was worried sick"

"We woke up early to go looking for you, we were just on our way to get the others" Simon said while trying to catch his breath

"I'm fine, really. I just needed a take a walk you know? Get some air, and then I slept in my old home." She tries her best to calm them down "Dahlia, you didn't have to organize a search party for me, I can take care of myself." She tells her best friend.

"Actually, it was Simon's idea, he's the one who went to wake me up"

That surprised Asha

"... Simon... Woke up early?"

"That's how worried I was" He said with his usual monotonous voice "And... I wanted to apologize, last night I accidentally-... I assumed that you were crying because of something YOU did, without knowing the whole story, I shouldn't have pressured you to tell us like that... I'm sorry"

(Aww Simon is so nice... I sure hope he never does anything lame or stupid or uncool to his friends, that would be so sad.)

Asha kinda needed that apology, she gives him a warm smile

"Thanks for saying that Simon, it means a lot. And sorry for stepping on your foot... And running away." She places a hand on the back of her neck as she says that.

"Honestly, if I found out that the king wouldn't ever grant my wish, I'd feel really awful too" Simon, ironically, is the one who comments this

Asha remembers... Oh yeah she mentioned that to them.

"Yeah speaking of which... What is up with that?!" Dahlia exclaims, looking outraged "I mean, they put you on the spot, call you to come in their house, get your wish, and then they just say "Oh actually noooo, we won't grant your wish" HUH?! That's not fair at all." She rants with her arms crossed

Asha is just kinda nodding in agreement, like, what really happened was waaaay worse than that but yeah Dahlia got the spirit.

Simon doesn't seem to relate with her frustration though.

"Did they tell you why they weren't gonna grant your wish?" Simon asks.

Asha analyses the situation... She could tell them the truth, she could tell them everything she has seen... But then again, if she tells them, they might be in danger... She told Aster that she wanted to plan this out before acting, involving her friends is a big risk, so for now... She would have to lie.

"They... They just said they couldn't do it, nothing else happened, really" She said, trying her best to sound honest but kinda failing, her friends didn't seem to notice though.

"... Seriously? They didn't even say why?" Dahlia is dumbfounded.

"... Now I understand why you were crying..." Simon sounds really sad for his friend "But even still, you shouldn't have gone to the woods all by yourself-"

"Who said she was by herself?"

Simon and Dahlia jump in surprise because of the unknown cheerful voice coming from behind them

They turn around and see Aster... holding a bouquet of purple flowers.

Asha can feel a drop of sweat running down her forehead... This might be way harder to explain.

"Aster where were y-" Asha is about to lecture the star, but she is stopped when he shows her the flowers he got by holding them right in front of her face.

"Asha look! These flowers are called "Aster" just like me! and they're your favorite color too!"

(Hahaah told y’all I’d reference these flowers!)

Aster hands her the bouquet, but in a way that her face is covered by the flowers for a second before she manages to hold it by herself

"O-OH Yeah I can see that... thanks Aster, they're really pretty heh heh" She says nervously, as she notice her two friends staring at Aster and then staring back at her.

"Uuuh so I take it your name's "Aster"?" Simon asks, looking at the boy from head to toe.

Aster turns around to greet them

"That's me! So nice to meet you two!"

Aster gives Dahlia a handshake...

And we take a look on what he sees

Now you see, Aster can naturally take a peek on what's someone's wants and beliefs, but when he touches someone... They can see something even more special.

He sees that person's star, their center, what makes them who they are.

When Aster touches Dahlia's hand, we see how her star looks like.

It's bright, red, and full of determination to achieve whatever she sets her mind to...

If confidence was a tangible thing, it would be Dahlia.

from the other's point of view, Aster is just shaking her hand quickly and very happily.

"Oh- Hehe I'm Dahlia."

Aster then goes on to shake Simon's hand and...

Aster's smile disappears...

Simon's star is still there but it's... weak, flickering away like a flame that is about to go out at any second

Aster feels a pain in their chest...

If hopelessness was a tangible thing, it would be Simon.

Aster let's go of the young man's hand, his eyes are downcast and he's frowning like he's about to cry.

He looks up to Simon and just says "I'm so sorry"

...

So needles to say our boy Simon is terrified thinking this weird kid Asha found in the woods predicts he's gonna die in 7 days or something.

(That’s it, that’s the face he's making. lmao.)

Simon gives Asha a panicked look, and she seems just as confused as him.

"Hey Aster?" Asha calls his attention placing a hand on his shoulder, the star turns to her curious "Did you uh- Pay for these flowers?"

Aster tilts his head to the side "What's pay?"

("At All Cost" ruined me, because every time I re-read this line my mind goes "What's pay? When I look at you no way-" and that's so funny to me)

Simon who happens to be the son of a cop the captain of the royal guard becomes even more suspicious of Aster, knowing this guy just STOLE something and then played innocent.

Asha just smiles at that comment and patiently explains to him "Okay, now you gotta put these back where you found them, can you do that please?"

Aster's smile returns as if it never left "Got it! I'll be back in a sec!"

Aster runs with an almost inhuman speed, leaving the three friends in an awkward silence

Simon breaks that silence.

"… Where did you find that guy?"

"And where can I find one for myself?" Dahlia asks as she watches Aster run off.

Simon: "What?"

Dahlia: "What?!"

This time, Asha kinda gives them a half truth

"Well... Let's just say Aster was at the right place at the right time... And he helped me feel better" That's technically true.

Simon looks very dissatisfied with that answer though

"... So you spent the night with a stranger in the woods?"

"Not a stranger though!" Aster pops out of nowhere behind Simon,

"OH GOSH-" Simon almost has a heart attack,

Asha realizes the longer Aster keeps talking with other people the more suspicious they'll seem, so she just grabs him by the arm

"Great talking to you two but we reeeeally gotta get going. So tell the others I'm fine, we'll be at the main plaza if you need me!" She says already running while dragging Aster with her.

The star boy is just happily waving them goodbye as he's dragged away by the arm. "Bye Dahlia! Bye Simon!" he exclaimed excitedly

"... Soooo how much do you wanna bet she actually just wished for a boyfriend?" Dahlia asks

(Dahlia is a self insert of me at this point, her lines are what I'd say in this situation)

Simon kinda ignores Dahlia's comment as he realizes something odd "Wait ... I never told him my name, how did he know I'm "Simon"?"

We cut to Asha and Aster in an alley.

“Okay, we need to talk" Asha begins, looking at the star boy seriously "If we're really gonna do this, we gotta establish some ground rules."

"Sure! We stars are all about rules!" The star says, sitting on some barrels while kicking his feet.

She begins listing the rules:

"So rule number 1: You can't run off without me, you gotta stay close to me at all times."

"Done!"

"Rule number 2: You gotta act as HUMAN as you can, that means do what I do, and use NO magic at all."

"Oh you don't have to tell me twice, that's a rule I already HAVE to follow as a wishing star anyway"

"And rule number 3: ..." She stops to think for a moment "Umm... I feel like there should be a third rule but I don't know what"

"I know! Rule number 3:... LETS HAVE FUN!" Aster exclaims with a beaming smile as he holds her hand and walks with her out the alley "You don't need to worry about a thing! I'll stay with you at all times. All you gotta do is focus on inspiring everyone with your music!"

Asha looks at the mandolin in her hand. She's honestly not sure if she'll be able to make any difference... But if she can make at least a few people consider getting their wishes back so they can grant it by themselves... Then it'll be worth it, because then they can start something.

She feels her hope returning, as a confident smile grows on her lips and a fire burns in her eyes.

"Yeah, and I know just the song for it!" She starts running faster, and soon she's the one who's in front, dragging Aster by the hand...

Aster can see Asha's star, and he looks at it with eyes full of what can only be described as disbelief and a passionate admiration.

Her wish was taken from her, just like Simon's, but Asha was different.

Unlike Simon, her light refused to burn down, her old wish was replaced by a new one, that shined just as brightly.

A star that wants to shine upon others and give them joy, guidance, something to believe in... To Aster, her glow was the most beautiful one of all... And when he looked at it he felt...

Actually, he couldn't describe it... It's still a feeling he can't put into words.

So for now, he doesn't know what tangible emotion Asha is.

But he'll probably find out eventually.

They both reach the plaza. There's a water fountain at the center of it, a few people are walking around and talking, but there's not much of a crowd.

Asha takes the mandolin and starts singing a song... Based on a poem her father wrote:

A Wish Worth Keeping

[Verse 1] Take it from someone like me When your hopes are in despair If your desires have strings Free them, give them some air

[Chorus] 'Cause any wish that's got your heart On the edge of breaking Is a wish worth keeping

[Verse 2] Yeah, everybody dreams To be something someday somewhere Even kings and queens Daydream to be free from their royal chairs

[Refrain] Well, any dream that's got your heart Even when you're not sleeping Is a drеam worth dreaming

[Bridge] Yeah, we all start as wildlings Playing in thе sun Then we grow up with wild dreams Just waiting for our day to come

[Verse 3] So if hope schemes against time

Tell them, "be nice, play fair" Yeah, they may kick and cry, yeah But just show them they're better when paired

[Refrain] 'Cause if they both can hold your heart There's no way you're not sowing A dream that will never stop growing

[Chorus] Yeah, any wish that's got your heart On the edge of breaking Is a wish worth keeping...

It's a poem her father wrote to encourage people to not give their wishes to Magnifico, but instead keep their wishes and fight for what they dream of. In this moment, she's playing her grandfather's mandolin, while wearing her mother's cloak and singing a poem her father wrote, it's like they're all there with her.

Asha sings in a more festive rhythm than the original "Wish Worth Making" from the Wish soundtrack, it's a song that makes people want to join in and dance with Aster, who's bringing in people around the plaza to join in.

And among these people there's also Asha's friends, they seem happy for her but also confused. Since when did Asha play the mandolin? And who on earth is that guy with her?

As Asha plays, she and Aster share a little duet in the third verse of the song, as if Aster also knows the poem too. Asha looks at the star dancing with such energy, doing literal backflips, twirls, jumping all over the place, bringing in people to dance with him and just being himself like no one's watching.

And for the first time, she actually feels her heart bumping faster by looking at the star, and not because they're a literal star or because he scared her by popping out of nowhere... but because he's himself.

(Yup, that's when she fell)

Everything is going well, Aster can even see the stars inside some of the people in the crowd shining brighter...

It's actually working.

Some of the younger people are actually considering not giving away their wishes, and others feel like maybe going after new wishes by themselves.

Aster moves with even more energy now... His eyes are closed.

Asha also has her eyes closed, lost in the moment as she plays the song.

The sky is full of thick grey clouds, the sun was nowhere to be seen.

If only Aster's new friend Sunny could've warned him who was coming.

Aster is spinning around quickly with his eyes closed and-

"OUCH!"

Aster bumps on someone and falls on the floor.

Asha hear's him falling and opens her eyes, she looks up to see who he bumped into...

She instantly stops playing.

Her face is horrified, and she quickly covers herself more in her mother's cloak.

Valentino who was hopping around also sees who it is and hides behind Asha's legs.

Aster is just laughing on the floor, still high on the adrenaline, their eyes are still closed as he laughs so he still hasn't seen who's right in front of him...

But he can tell that he just bumped on a man taller than him.

"Hahahaha sorry sir, I wasn't looking at where I wa-" Aster looks up...

Oh no.

“No problem at all, little one. Are you alright?”

The king and the queen are standing right in front of Aster.

It’s quite unusual to see them just out and about in a normal day, so the few people around start mumbling among each other.

… Aster doesn’t have a heart but somehow he could feel something in their chest sink as he looked up at the two monarchs…

He could see what they wanted, but to be honest the magic in his eyes wasn’t even necessary for him to see it, they looked down on him with the eyes of two hyenas staring at their next meal.

They wanted him... They knew what Aster was.

The star is just looking up to them with wide eyes like a deer in headlights.

“Here, let me help you.” Magnifico extended his hand to help them get up.

Aster knew very well what would happen in he touched that hand, and he was not looking forward to see what the king was like on the inside…

But then again, he promised Asha he’d act like a human, and most humans in Rosas would gladly shake the king’s hand, right?

So… Aster reached out for it, and once he touched it...

Aster had to hold in a gasp.

…

That is NOT a star.

See, Aster actually had heard from the other stars that there are many different kinds of people on earth.

There are those who are stars. Those who shine upon others by inspiring them, and make their own glow through their own actions. Like Asha.

There are those who lost their spark, those who no longer have hope or dreams to follow, they’re fading stars. Like Simon.

And then.

There are black holes.

Do you know how a black hole is formed?

They’re formed when a star dies.

Black holes have a gravitational pull that sucks in all the light around them, leaving nothing behind.

And in Aster’s eyes, Magnifico was a black hole.

Stealing away the light of all the stars around him.

Aster had heard that people who become black holes were very hurt in their lives, and thus their star died completely.

But Aster knew better... Magnifico choose to be this way, and he loves it.

He loves to pull others in only to steal their light away...

Aster felt disgusted.

... If selfishness was a tangible thing, it would be Magnus.

As the king pulls him up Aster's is glaring at him, no longer looking scared...

He's angry.

His brow furrowed, his pupils shrunk and his jaw was clenched. He was almost shaking.

It was like he was holding himself to not just jump on this man and punch him.

... Magnifico is content with this reaction.

From what he read, he knew that stars had "Eyes that see the truth", so Magnifico knew that the star could see who he really was.

With that in mind, his grip tightened on Aster's hand.

"Are you hurt at all, lad? You seem to be in pain or something." The king asks referring to the scowl on Aster's face, in a tone that for everyone else watching may sound like concern, but both Aster and the king know it's a mockery.

Aster actually didn't even realize he was scowling, he's just not used to hiding his emotions... But it surely not a "Normal human behavior" to glare at the KING after he just helped you up, is it?

So Aster takes a deep breath and... Smiles.

"I'm quite alright your majesty, just felt a bit dizzy from all the dancing hahaha" He laughs to himself.

Aster may not be the best liar but he is a surprisingly good actor.

"Ah I see." The king says as he let go of Aster's hand, he's now looking down on the young star with a friendly smile "And what a dance that was indeed. Why, we saw you two from our window and we just HAD to take a closer look."

Aster felt a stab of guilt... It's his fault for bringing too much attention.

"I don't think we've met this little rose in our garden before." The queen chimes in sweetly, reaching her hand to caress Aster's face "What's your name, my flower?"

Aster quickly takes a step back, escaping the queen's touch as if he's dodging a bullet.

"Ah- I- My name's Aster!" They stutter, the star really didn't want to be touched by this lady, who knows what he'd see inside HER soul.

Aster tries his best to pull it together, the star knows what to do, he has watched from above how people act around the royal couple. So all he had to do was mimic that behavior.

The young star bows down with one hand on his chest

"I'm humbled that our performance has caught your majesty’s attention. It's a great honor to meet your graces in person." The blonde spoke so eloquently no one could ever guess he's screaming internally.

The king and queen seemed pleased as they exchanged a quick glance to one another... This was going to be fun.

"What an eccentric partner you've got here, Asha" Magnifico says with a calm voice, now looking at the girl sitting by the water fountain, trying her best to hide her face with the hood of her mother's cloak...

… They recognized her? How?

"Aww and how lovely, you're wearing Sakina's cloak aren't you? It fits you so perfectly." The queen said, answering her question as if she could read Asha's thoughts.

Oh yeah... She forgot they knew her parents...

Asha gets up and takes off the hood, trying to act natural like Aster did.

"Thank you, your highness... I didn't expect we'd meet again so soon" she HOPED they wouldn't meet again so soon.

"What a nice surprise though, isn't it?" The king says casually "But speaking of last night... You've never mentioned you played any instruments Asha, I thought your only interest was drawing."

"I-I just didn't see any reason to comment, I'm still practicing is all" She says holding the mandolin close to her

The king chuckles at that "Now now don't be so modest my dear, you played so beautifully it almost seemed like..." he turns his gaze to Aster as he finishes with a knowing smile "Magic."

And with that, Asha realized what Aster already knew since the moment he saw the couple... They knew.

Somehow, they know Aster is a star.

The two teens are thinking the same thing, they gotta run.

Aster begins to walk backwards towards Asha as he says in a not so subtle nervous voice

"Aaaanyway, thank you so much for coming but I'm afraid there'll be no encore, we gotta take a break and-and it looks like it's gonna rain so-"

"Aw leaving so soon?" The king interrupts with a sad tone "We've got a bit of a crowd here. I believe this is as good a time as any for me to share two VERY important announcements... You both should stay and listen, I think they might be of interest to you." He says walking closer to them, to which Aster grabs Asha's hand and they both start moving away.

"O-oh sure the crowd is all yours. We're just REALLY in a hurry." Aster says while still walking backwards, keeping eye contact with the king with a forced smile.

"Hmm" The king hums while tilting his head to the side "Very well then, I'm sure the news will catch up to you two... Sooner than you think." He whisper that last sentence while looking at Asha with that same knowing smile.

And on that note, Aster and Asha just run out of there, leaving some very confused citizens staring at them. Including Asha's friends.

Magnifico follows them with his eyes with a confident and relaxed gaze... He can grab them later, now, it's time to set the stage.

"ALRIGHT! My people, please gather around!" The king says as he hits his staff on the ground teleporting him and the queen to the top of a stage in the plaza.

(Let’s say the stage looks like this… Disneyland stage… But I’ll not be counting this as a reference because that’s kinda reaching at this point.)

More people around the plaza come closer to see what this is all about.

Meanwhile Asha and Aster hide in a alley to hear what the king has to say.

The king begins loud and clear

"Now, I know you are all wondering about that little light last night-"

The crowd cheers, assuming the light was a gift from the king.

"... A light I did not command nor condone." He corrects their assumption

The smiles on his people's faces deflated

"As a matter of fact, that light wasn't even from this world... It was a THREAT from beyond our skies." Magnifico explains with a serious gaze as he summons a book with his staff, the book floats next to him as the pages flip.

"A threat that my family has dreaded for generations. A being that comes down to earth and consumes all the hope, joy and love they can find..." The book stops on a page showing the illustration of a wishing star individual, with golden hair. The drawing seem to have been altered though, to make the entity look more ominous.

"A fallen star. This VILE creature is hiding among us. They can take a human form, gain your trust, make you feel all happy and warm inside even, BUT DON'T BE FOOLED!" The king exclaims warningly as he shuts the book "They're after ONE thing... Your wishes." He says menacingly, pointing at the top of the castle in the distance.

All the citizens look horrified, mumbling among each other, fearing for their wishes and themselves.

Among the crowd there's Asha's friend, they're all scared but Simon seems specially concerned.

The king lets the fear sink in for a few seconds before he switches back to his upbeat friendly king persona.

"BUT HEEEEY! Relax! No need to panic ladies and gentleman. As always, you can trust in me to keep you, and your wishes, safe and sound. This star may be powerful, yes, but their magic is no match for me!" He illustrates his point by creating a light show with his staff, creating fireworks and briefly a dragon made of green magic.

The crowd cheers and claps, trusting Magnifico wholeheartedly.

Aster and Asha are just watching all this play out, hiding away in a nearby alley.

Aster is going through a lot of emotions, scared of what might happen if the king does capture him, angry at himself for not keeping an eye out like he promised he would, and sad that all those people just took everything the king said as gospel.

His animation (That is now 3D, but with a different frame rate depending on how he feels) becomes more laggy and jumpy, like he's not in control of his own body movements as he speaks.

"I didn't think he'd know what a wishing star IS. Had I known this was a possibility I would've NEVER suggested for us to get exposed like that... I'm sorry Asha" They apologize for something he couldn't have predicted.

"It's not your fault." Asha reassure him holding his hand "...But when we were playing, did you see if anyone changed their minds?" She asks curious.

"... Yeah, actually... I could see some sparks of hope! I could tell some people considered granting their wishes by themselves..." He says, calming down a little, his animation going back to somewhat normal.

Asha felt relieved by that, at least they did a little bit of a difference...

But that wasn't enough, they had to actually MAKE a difference, and the only way of doing that was by showing everyone the truth, and proving what was happening with their wishes, if only Asha could show them-

Wait... The king and queen... They're not in the castle right now...

Asha has an idea.

She holds Aster's hand tightly and starts walking out the alley, going through the plaza.

King Magnifico and Amaya are still there, he's answering a few questions about the glow and what people should do.

He follows the two of them with his eyes for a moment.

"Woah- hey I thought we were gonna run away from here." He says quietly to her, trying to keep up the pace.

"No. Come with me.” Asha starts running, pulling Aster with her.

They’re running towards the castle.

“O-okay so what's the plan now?”

“I'm tired of running away from them." Asha says determined

"Huh?"

She points at the castle.

"My wish, and the wishes of dozens of people in Rosas are in there. We can sneak in while those two are outside, then we can grab my wish and as many others as we can." Her eyes have a burning passion as she runs with Aster just in toe holding her hand.

"... Wait, but isn't that pretty much my first plan from yesterday? What changed?"

"What changed is that Magnifico and Amable aren't in the castle..." She thinks for a moment, then she looks back to Aster and gives him a thankful smile "And also, you've shown me that I CAN inspire people, I CAN show them the truth, we can do this together!"

Aster's eyes sparkle in awe when he sees her face.

She continues, now looking at the castle with no doubts left in her "We can even grab some wishes that they changed and show to their owners, to use as proof of what the king and queen are doing!"

Aster can see Asha's star shinning even brighter than before, a huge smile grows on his face.

"That's brilliant!" Aster lets go of her hand and starts running faster than her “Then let’s go! Last one there is a dusty nebula!”

The two are now racing to the castle, with Aster running considerably faster than Asha.

Both hopeful that they'll succeed.

...

They're far, but the king can still see them in the distance. He smiles.

It's adorable how she thinks she can actually change anything.

Asha and Aster don't hear as the king says to his people:

“Now… My second announcement is about this veeeery special wish that I’ve received last night...” he says with a smirk.

He summons a green orb in his hands.

He holds it, in a way that no one can see what's inside the wish yet.

"My dear people, as you all know, nothing in this life brings me more joy than making ALL your wishes come true- Well, that is aside from my beloved queen." He says giving the queen a passionate glance and kissing her hand.

"Oh you!" She giggles.

"However, yesterday something quite... Unfortunate happened, and I had to do something I swore I'd never do... I denied granting a wish." Some citizens gasp in surprise, thinking someone must have wished for something really bad

Asha's friends look surprised at that, they already suspect whose wish this is.

"I know, I know, shocking, yes. It was a wish that just- Well-Surprised us, really, I wasn't sure if I could allow it..." He looks down on the wish with a introspective gaze "But after putting some thought into it, I realized: Isn't this kingdom all about dreams coming true? No matter how outlandish they may seem? Well I say YES. That's what MY Rosas is all about!" The king announces passionately.

"So we decided to do something new... For the first time in my reign... We're getting a PUBLIC WISH GRANTING CEREMONY!" He exclaims. This is a big deal, Magnifico never granted a wish in front of people, only at night while they sleep.

The green gem in his staff glows…

Creating a huge hand made of green magic.

“I’ll just grab our lucky winner real quick, so we may get started.” The king says wearing a huge grin.

His predatory eyes are fixated on Asha running after Aster in the distance.

...

Aster was right about one thing.

It does look like it's gonna rain.

Chapter 10

Final Thoughts

... Soooooo yeah hahaha, we're getting to some INTENSE stuff in the next chapter, buckle up.

But about THIS chapter though, those sure were some good vibes at the beginning, huh? Aster getting to see the kingdom, giving Asha flowers, they promise to stay togetheeeer, and then they sing and daaaance and then Magnifico shows up and the good vibes are gone.

Like... I'm really proud of my work with him as a villain, like, if you're writing a character and YOU dread getting to the scenes that he shows up, you KNOW you're doing something right... I think, you tell me, how did you feel when he popped up?

I'm REALLY proud of how this chapter turned out in general. The idea of Aster seeing humans as tangible emotions just HIT ME one time when I was listening to "At All Cost" for the 1000000th time, and it just fitted perfectly with everything.

Shout out to @gracebethartacc I made Magnifico call Aster “little one” in your honor… And he’ll do it often.

Oh and one more thing, you may have noticed I'm implying that it's gonna rain... Yeah I'll just say one thing about that:

[kisakis-boyfriend]

hihi!! saw that your request were open and wanted to request something!! anyways, fatui harbinger lyney has been living rent free in my head ever since he was said to be the knaves successor, and i was wondering if i could request a kitsune reader(male or gn idc) who's also a fatui harbinger(or just another member of the fatui either works), eating out lyney(ftm lyney lives rent free in my head) from under his desk while talking to his subcorditnates at some point(only if ur comfortable with that tho) thanks!! hope this isnt too much-

Furriendly Competition

Pairings: Lyney x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, switch!reader, trans/switch!Lyney, kitsune!reader, Harbinger Lyney & reader, exhibitionism, FWB, use of the term 'tdick'

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Author's Note: Ohoho, a very intriguing request indeed. I can't believe I've never thought about trans Lyney before, the possibilities...my god... I need to write way more trans character content... 🤤 Anyways! I hope you like this, nonny! 🧡

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the empty hallway as you strolled toward the tenth harbinger's office, a little bounce to your step while your lips curled upwards into a devious smile. Unbeknownst to him, you found out from one of his subordinates that Lyney was supposed to give an important mission briefing in his office soon. Some boring, secret stealth mission apparently, but it didn't matter to you. This was a perfect opportunity for you to enact revenge on the haughty harbinger after his incessant teasing the other day

The pyro wielding man thinks that he can embarrass you, the glorious sixth harbinger?! Not without retaliation! Oh no no no, this behavior will not go unpunished

The door to his office swung open, startling the harbinger seated at his desk. He glared up at you, his eye twitching when he realized who dared to barge in so rudely. “I don't recall asking you to come in here.” Lyney deadpanned

“That's not a very polite way to greet someone you know?” You feigned disappointment, stepping further into the room. A fluffy tail swishing behind you playfully as you placed a hand on his desk and leaned towards him a bit, your other hand resting comfortably on your hip

“Why are you here? I just so happen to be very busy at the moment.” His eyes narrowed, tapping his fingers against the wooden desk impatiently. Though you wore a smile, Lyney could read you too well to make the mistake of trusting that your intentions were innocent

“Come now, can't a man visit his favorite fellow harbinger when he misses him? Hmm?” The playful lilt in your voice only led Lyney to distrust your intentions further. Scoffing halfheartedly at the sentiment. From an outsider's perspective, it would seem as though the two of you clearly despised each other. What with the eye rolling, sneering, and constant bickering or teasing between two powerful harbingers. But this was not so. For if any of that were true, Lyney would have yanked his hand away the second your fingers delicately caressed his gloved hand, slipping into his grasp wordlessly

“Dearest Lyney, surely you know the current time, yes? Almost noon, which means it's almost lunchtime.” You leaned forward a bit more, casting a shadow over the smaller man as you continued, “And today I'm craving something sweet for lunch~”

Lyney's eyes widened, squeezing his thighs together as he understood what you meant by this. He opened his mouth to protest, the words dying in his throat as you untangled your fingers from his and slyly circled the desk, sliding his chair back and slinking underneath into the space where his legs should go

Swallowing dryly, he stuttered out a weak protest. “Y/n...you can't I–” Lyney glanced up at the office door, “We won't be alone for much longer.” You laughed coyly, yanking his chair back towards the desk and nearly tossing him out of it in the process, slamming his hands down as he braced himself. Licking your lips as his clothed pussy was that much closer to your face, the scent downright intoxicating to your sensitive nose

“I know. That's exactly why I need this right now~” Your hands grabbed his inner thighs, spreading his legs apart and causing him to whine and scoot his hips forward slightly when he felt something drip out of his entrance. Rubbing your thumb along the center of Lyney's clothed cunt, you pressed against the wetness accumulating in his underwear, eliciting a shrill cry from the human

His labored breathing filled the room while you slowly undid Lyney's belt. He lifted his own hips up to allow you to slide his pants and underwear down to his ankles, your eyes flashing with desire and mischief all the while

“You...you're insufferableaaaAAAHH—!! ” The tenth harbinger moaned when the flat of your tongue licked over his bare cunt, his sweet juices coating the wet muscle deliciously. Your hands gave his thighs a good squeeze, locking eyes with him while your lips wrapped around his little tdick and sucked on it, causing him to yelp at the sudden sensation

After a few minutes of making Lyney's eyes roll back into his skull, you released him from your mouth. “Fix your posture, little one. It's about time for your subordinates to march in here, yes?” You reminded him, stroking his tdick with your thumb and forefinger. “Oh, and you should keep your chair tucked in unless you want them to see me devouring you~”

Lyney was about to retort when the door promptly swung open, several Fatui grunts making their way into the office just as you knew they would. The one who was most likely the leader of this group spoke up, announcing his name and reporting for duty. The squirming harbinger seated above you cleared his throat, shifting in his seat in an attempt to compose himself. “Right, le-et's cut to the chase. Unf...” Lyney struggled, leaning his elbows onto his desk in an attempt to hide what was happening underneath. “This mission is...extremely important... mmm shit. ”

Curses slipped through his teeth while your tongue licked over his folds, adding to the wetness that was already leaking out. Lyney's hips jerked forward when you dipped into his entrance, which only caused your tongue to plunge in deeper. Tasting his sweet cunt as he futilely tried to speed through this briefing. “A-and...the other half of you will stake out the north e-end, understood?”

The soldiers nodded their heads in affirmation, some of them exchanging glances with each other as their boss stumbled over his orders. It was clear that something was up, though no one had figured out the details yet. One of the men spoke up, concerned about the boss's heavy breathing and clenched fists. “Um, sir...? Is everything alright?”

Lyney glared at the grunt with half-lidded eyes, barking back an, “I am fiiiiinnee aaahh—!! ” Slamming his fist on the desk and squeezing his eyes shut while your fingers rubbed against his soaked pussy quickly, filling the room with loud wet noises that definitely reached the grunts' ears... The men stared at their boss in shock, wide-eyed and slack-jawed as some of them figured out what was happening

“Y-you have...aah...your orders, d-don't you?” The harbinger panted, beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his face. The leader of the grunts swiftly confirmed the question. “Then don't slack off, get to w-work...” Lyney commanded, hurrying the men out of his office before they witnessed anything else embarrassing

At the sound of the door closing, you swiftly wrapped your hands under Lyney's thighs and pulled him closer, eating out his cunt with fervor while your nose was buried in his blond pubic hair, sucking in the juices that leaked from his aching cunt until he came in your mouth. Your ears twitched as he brushed against them, tangling his hand in your soft hair as he screamed in ecstasy, “Aaahh! Cumming!! ”

Lyney flooded your mouth with his wetness, thrashing about while you kept your lips suctioned to his pussy, swallowing everything that the harbinger graced you with. Moaning against his lips as you breathe in his delicious scent, continuing to lap at his pussy even as Lyney tries to squirm away due to overstimulation. You simply hold his hips still and lick every drop of cum out of his pulsating hole until the little one begs you to stop, whining and gripping the arms of his chair until his fingers ache, “Ple-ease y/n– 's too much...n-no more...”

Leaving a single wet kiss on his tdick, you finally take pity on your comrade, detaching from his overstimulated hole and letting him catch his breath. Lyney's body immediately slumped in the chair, his head fell forward and a whine escaped him as a sliver of embarrassment reached his hazy mind at the realization that his subordinates probably heard him cum as they were leaving... a thought that caused a lovely rose tint to dust his cheeks

“Aw, little one, you're blushing~” Your purred, rubbing Lyney's thighs and licking the remnants of him off of your lips. “I hope you enjoyed that, because next time it will be you on your knees. See you during our next sparring match~”

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

[pinkandpurple360]

What if this conversation continued??

Stolas: I’ve found myself with feelings 🥺for him 🎻 and I’m not sure it’s a mutual thing

Asmodeus instantly feeling bad vibes: Well. I admire that your expressing your lust freely and so blissfully ignoring all collateral damage and humiliation you’ve brought to your entire family! Admirable! But. I’m not giving you an elixir to force love out of this guy. Lust that’s forced isn’t lust at all, the pleasure is artificial. It’s sick. Sin must be chosen. You feel me?

Stolas nervously chuckling and defensively putting his hands up: ohoho noo 😅neeever that~ Ahem. This imp has a business he runs, I know your citizens are some of the few who can traverse the human realm freely and legally, I was wondering if you could find a way for him to do so too?

Asmodeus, awkwardly: ohh uhhh Stolas my heart bleeds for you 😐 but my partner-business partner, Fizzarolli, hates your imp guy, Blitzo right? Yeah. Hates. Him.

Stolas: He does? But why?

Asmodeus: (Ever heard of boundaries dude?) Not my story to tell, or yours to hear. Id help if I could but I can’t. Sorry. ok bye.

Stolas, leaving but still lingering around the room awkwardly cause he’s not used to hearing “no”: 😔boohoohoo…

(A beat, Asmodeus gets a text from froggy, he smiles, but then the more he thinks about Fizz and their consensual partnership, and thinks about the subtextual conversation he’s just had, it drops, as an eerie feeling begins to dawn on him. He holds off on answering for a moment)

Asmodeus: Hey. Hold on just one minute Birdy.

Stolas: ?

Asmodeus, threateningly: What, pray tell, do your little feelings for and sexual trysts with “this imp” Blitzo, have to do with his business, his ability to access the human realm, and my citizens?

Stolas, pissing himself and backing towards the door: W-well you see it, we both agreed to, we h-had this ar-arrangement, I-came up—we both came up with—wh-

Asmodeus, unnerved by this sudden radiating guilt: Excuse me? What is the nature of this so called “arrangement?”

Stolas: Getting our “kink on” hehe, as it were…

Asmodeus: Despite the fact he is an assassin, not an escort? Correct? You’ve failed to answer my question on why this is in any way adjacent to formal business. Or my heavenly problem.

Stolas, sweating: Well w-we…I permit him-legally!—to access the mortal realm and in exchange once a month…I!! Now I know how this sounds, But it’s not..This can’t get out alright it’s not—

Asmodeus, enraged but then slowly smiling, disturbingly calm: Not legal whatsoever? A death sentence to all involved? A blatant disregard for the value of a priceless ancient Ars Goetia artefact your father gave to you, and of your duties to your family? Your daughter and heir especially? You “permit” him to run a business, and going by the ashamed body language I witnessed, he is coerced, by nature, into giving you sex? Is that a fact?

Stolas, sobbing, mascara running: you have to understand my pain!! I was so repressed! Caged! No one had ever wanted me that way! And my bitch wife and arrogant brother in law, they—demand divorce ‘compensation’ but I don’t owe anything-

Asmodeus: As. They. Should. And I’ll do you one better, “itty bitty” Birdy Babe😃 (A fat subpoena is slapped in his hand:

neglectful mishandling of a priceless Goetia heirloom,

neglect of duties, neglect to educate his heir

fraudulent business transactions

sex trafficking of a secondary citizen of pride ring - approved to be legitimised as a regular citizen for court by King of Lust, Asmodeus Goetia)

NOW GET. THE FUCK. OUT

[normal-internet-user]

BARRIER

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Pt: 2

Summary: You have a talk with Raph on the roof of your apartment from the othetside of a brick wall.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking on Reader's part, and dark humor.

Requested: Nope!

GN Reader!

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You let out a sigh as you leaned against the cold brick wall on the roof of your apartment complex.

You had just gotten off the phone with your dad, and now you really needed a cigarette.

You pulled the pack out of your jacket pocket, taking one of the cancer sticks and lighting it.

You had tried to quit before, it never really worked, god addiction was a bitch. You sighed in ectasy as you breathed in the nicotine.

"Fuck my life." you muttered lowly as you looked out over the city. You closed your eyes as you listened to the busy streets below. Ah, New York, the city that never sleeps.

You rubbed your temple with a groan, sometimes yoh just wish it could be quiet. But you lived in a city for gods sake, it was never quiet.

You didn't hate it here though, on the contrary, you loved New York, city life was just a pain sometimes.

You took another drag of your cigarette, blowing the smoke skyward as you pondered your earlier conversation.

Why the hell did your dad feel the need to be such an ass? He was always belittling you and your accomplishments.

Well you should have done this. Why didn't you do this. You should try to do this.

It's exhausting!

"No wonder, Mom left." you muttered grumpily.

You looked skyward with your eyes closed, peeking one open when you heard a noise on the other side of the brick wall.

You strained your ears, trying to listen for more sounds. You sat up when you heard someone grumbling under their breath.

"Stupid brothers... Don't know what the hell they're talkin about."

You looked at the wall curiously, listening to them grumble. Should you say something? Maybe peek over the wall?

You leaned back against the wall, taking another puff from your cancer stick.

"Family trouble?" You said, trying to gain the attention of whoever was on the otherside of the wall.

"Who's there?"

You flicked the ash off your cigarette, chuckling lowly, "Relax hotshot, I ain't gonna hurt ya. I'm over the wall. Just figured it be nice to talk to someone who's also got some family issues."

You heard a thump, letting you know that mystery man had sat down.

"My question still stands. Who's there?"

"(Name). I'm (Name). And who exactly am I playing therapist for?"

You heard him chuckle, you could hear his smile in the sound, 'Cute', "The name's Raph."

"Well, Raph, what exactly has you panties in a twist, huh?"

Raph huffed, and began to rant about his older brother. Leonardo, you learned his name was as you sat and listened.

You snuffed out your cigarette, then pulled another from the pack. Chain smoking was a bad habit of yours.

Raph stopped his rant, and you heard him sniff, "Are you smoking?"

"Hey, people cope in different ways my friend. Besides quiting this shit is about as easy as catching a fly with chopsticks." you chuckled, blowing the smoke skyward.

Raph snorted, "Fair enough I guess. but you'd be surprised how easy it is to catch a fly with chopsticks."

"Oh, really? you ever done that?"

"Sure have, with reflexes like mine it's easy as pie."

You laughed, "Ohoho, you sure are tootin' your own horn, huh, Hotshot? What are you some kinda ninja?"

"You could, uh- you could say that."

You hummed as you puffed your cigarette, "Well then Karate Kid, you got any other family issues? You got a little while left, my cigarette is still fresh."

"Nah, I'm all out for now. What about you smartass? What's got you up here smokin' your worries away?"

You sighed, balancing your elbow on your knee, with your face in your palm, "My dad called me a little while ago. He can be a bit of an over acheiving hardass. The bastard expects me to be the same way."

"You don't sound to fond of your old man, why do you still talk to 'im?"

"I-I don't really know..." you hesitated, "He's the only family I have left, if I cut him off then I'm all alone."

You took one last puff of your cigarette, before putting it out on the concrete roof.

"My cig's out. Guess that means I gotta go to bed, man I hate work."

"Heh, tell ya what, (Name), I'll be here again on Friday. Talk to ya then, ok? You can tell me all about your old man."

You smiled, "Sure thing, Hotshot. See you on Friday."

With that you walked away from the wall, and down the stairs into your apartment complex.

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Perhaps the start of a new series 👀👀 hmm we'll see...

[xsezzie]

TickleTober Day 7 : Playtime

The sassy Aether face I found made me laugh so I had to use it here instead of a Fontaine one LOL

Also, Paimon does not exist here 😶

Characters: Neuvillette & Navia & Aether (no shipping here!)

Warnings: Nah

Pairing key: & = platonic, x = romantic!

Time to make Neuvillette the big lee he is :3

“You remember that day I just… really let my heart out in your office, and then we left and it started raining? That was you… wasn’t it?”

Navia questioned the Chief Justice cautiously, partially because it was a sore spot for both of them, and also because she didn’t want to bring about more rain again.

“Mm… yes. Emotions welled up inside me and… I just locked myself in my office for the rest of the evening.”

Neuvillette, Navia and Aether were watching the sunset above Poisson, after the interesting ordeal that just took place and the truths that were uncovered.

Aether decided to lighten up the mood a little, “If it rains when you sad cry, what happens if you happy cry? Or even laughing?”

“Ooh that’s right, hmm I wonder…”

The two blondes stared at Neuvillette curiously, making the dragon feel a little nervous. “Well… it would probably rain just like usual… or perhaps not rain at all?”

“Why don’t we try tickling him?” Aether smirked as he suggested, making Navia’a face light up with excitement.

“Ohoho~ Yes we should! Neuvillette~ Are you ticklish~?”

“T-Tickling? That’s the strange feeling you get when something lightly touches your skin right…?” Neuvillette’s heart rate was beginning to increase, why was he getting so nervous about this idea? “Well I have felt that before… when water drips down my face or an insect is crawling on me…”

“Ohh well that’s a type of tickle… but we mean when someone is grabbing at you… like this~!”

Navia moved behind the Chief Justice and gently squeezed his sides, though he stiffened slightly, his layers of clothing were much too thick for him to feel any real tickling.

“Argh dang it! Aether help!”

“Haha! Neuvillette, take your coat off!”

“I-I don’t think that is necessary…”

Neuvillette could sense the two’s pure intentions, it reminded him of when the Melusines wanted to play with him. And he couldn’t help it when he felt the urge to let his guard down, so he complied, removing his thick coat so that he was just wearing his shirt and pants.

“Alright… let’s see what the two of you combined have got.” Neuvillette was almost teasing them.

“Navia you get him from the right, I’ll go left!”

The two dove at the older man and he swiftly dodged, allowing them to both fall flat on the grass.

“Ugh! It’s still wet, nooo!”

Aether laughed as Navia was distracted with wiping off the wet grass and got up to chase Neuvillette across the field.

“Come back here you old… man! Dragon!! Uhhh… Melusine maybe!?”

“Perhaps it is wiser for you to not use your words and instead focus on your actions…”

“Hey!”

As Neuvillette was distracted by Aether, his Geo companion came in from behind, tackling Neuvillette to the ground. “I got him, I got him! Tickle attack!!!!”

Navia cried as she began to softly scribble under his arms.

“Pff- ah!! Ahahaha!!”

The deep, wheezy laughter shocked both the blondes, they weren’t expecting Neuvillette to be ticklish, or to even laugh. This encouraged the two of them to continue tickling him, with Aether sitting on his legs and squeezing the back of his knees.

“Wow, the Chief Justice of Fontaine is ticklish huh… look at him smiling~ Aww this is so adorable Monsieur Neuvillette~”

“Ahahah!! W-What is thihihis… d-don’t you dare tell anyone- EHEHEHE!!”

Neuvillette jerked when Aether moved up to tickling his waist now.

“Oh look, I bet if we keep this up he will be cry laughing in no time~” The Traveller grinned at Navia, who was moving her hands down his ribs now.

“Gaahahaha!!! HAHAHA STAHAHAHAP! Y-You two will b-be heheheheld accountahahahable for this!!”

“Ohh you hear that, Aether? He’s going to put us on trial for tickling!”

“I don’t think he would want all of Fontaine to know how ticklish he is!”

“EHEHEHHAHAH!! Stahahahaap!!! Uuurgh….”

Neuvillette buried his face in the grass at this point, he could definitely feel some tears coming to his eyes. What was this odd sensation causing him to laugh uncontrollably? It wasn’t as unpleasant as the tickling he’s felt before… there was something different about it.

He was certainly reaching his limit though. The breathless feeling and heat reaching his face. He squirmed as much as he could but these two youngsters had him well pinned down.

“Hehe look, his little ears are pink~” Navia teased and softly scritched one of them, causing him to make a squeaking noise and swat her hand away.

As Aether and Navia giggled at his reaction, they began to feel the familiar cold prickling of drizzle from the sky. Looking up, they realised that the clouds were not grey, but in fact a soft hue of oranges and pinks. The water was even causing a rainbow to appear across the sky, over the islands.

Both looked down to see Neuvillette’s red face, some tears streaming from his eyes and he even ended up with a sniffle. He was pouting.

“You… are both… going to face justice…”

Even a flustered Chief Justice was a scary one, and the two knew they were doomed… so they did the only thing they could think of. Run.

[broke-art]

Macaque x reader Fighter (part 1)

Derek's gasps came short in his throat and he raced up the fire escape only to stumble on to the rooftop. He glanced around in a slight panic before resting his hands on his knees and gulping in large breaths of air. He thought his heart might finally get a break when sinister laughter seemed to come from everywhere all at once.

His head shot up as the demon spoke.

"You really thought you were gonna get away from me?! Haha. Guess again, kid."

"Look," Derek said breathlessly. "I don't want any trouble."

"Ohoho you don't, huh?" A black monkey the size of a human shot up from his shadow. "Then why don't you hand over that amulet and I'll be on my merry way."

Derek stumbled backwards getting a little too close to edge of the rooftop for comfort.

"No way! It's an heirloom. My sister needs it."

"Well that's too bad. Your sister is gonna just have to find something else. " The monkey launched forward but Derek fell backwards off the rooftop.

Macaque gasped and reached out to summon a shadow portal under the boy but he was too late. The boy landed hard on top of a police officer patrolling the streets. An alarm rigged to the cop went off the instant he went down and within seconds the place was surrounded by police.

Macaque growled and sank into the shadows as an ambulance was summoned and the boy was pulled into the truck.

He followed them of course but from that moment on there was always multiple people near the amulet. Then it was taken into police custody until the 'investigation' they were conducting was over. Macaque entered the police department many times through his shadows but the amulet had been placed in a safe that blocked demon magic rendering his abilities useless.

Just as he was about to give up he heard a couple of police on the case chatting.

"They want to give his belongings to his family so they can return them when he wakes up from the comma." A female cop remarked rather reverently.

"Do they have any clue when that will be?" A male cop asked.

"Not quite, but they are sure it won't be too long."

Macaque perked up at the information his mind fleeting back to the boy's declaration.

"My sister needs it!"

A smirk tugged at his lips.

Following the cops on the case the female pulled up the photos of the family from their database and macaque spotted the alleged sister.

With a grin he slipped back into the shadows.

You walked home from school barely containing the tears that threatened to spill at any moment. Your brothers words from that night haunted your memories even now.

"Don't worry! Grandpa's amulet will help your heart." Derek promised giving you a careful hug. "You're gonna get through this and then we can finally get you on stage!" He smiled widely.

Your mind flashed back to the present and felt your resolve crumbling. You slipped into an old hidden alleyway and let your back hit the wall before sliding to the ground as the tears broke free pouring down your cheeks in hot torrents. You buried your face in your knees and sobbed as quietly as you could manage while still letting yourself grieve.

This stupid heart of yours ruined everything. First your shot at making music and now it had ruined your brother's life nearly killing him. He has wanted your grandfather's healing amulet to heal your weak heart so you could follow your dreams of being a singer.

He always believed your voice was wonderful but you lacked the ability to keep air in your lungs as your heart would falter so easily. Even now it began to give under the strain of simply crying.

"Well well well what do we have here?" A low voice asked giving you a start.

Your head shot up to see a black monkey leaning from your now elongated shadow. Only the upper half of his body was present the rest still in the shadow.

You sniffled a bit.

"Who are you?"

The monkey smiled and stepped fully from the shadow.

"Name's Macaque and I couldn't help but notice you crying." He knelt in front of you raising a brow. "Seems a shame to ruin such a pretty face with tears."

A heat creeped into your cheeks at the compliment.

"Oh...thank you." You mumbled. "I'm Y/n." You offered him your hand.

He grinned and shook it.

"Nice to meet you, y/n."

He helped you to your feet and asked you about you had been crying after offering to walk you home. Which you gratefully accepted.

"It's my brother." You murmured "Yesterday he had a terrible accident. He fell from some random rooftop trying to bring me a stupid amulet."

Macaque rose a brow.

"Is he alright?"

You nodded a bit.

"He's alive...but he's in a comma. And it's all my fault." You whispered feeling more tears begin to swell in your eyes.

"Hey now that doesn't sound exactly fair." Macaque chuckled a touch nervously. "I'm sure it wasn't your fault."

You shook your head lightly.

"You don't understand. He was trying to get the amulet because my heart..." You placed a hand over your chest. "It's weak. And he was trying to help me."

Macaque's eyes widened slightly and he looked away.

"Oh I see."

You nodded.

"Well, that's not really your fault." Macaque mentioned. "I'm sure it was an accident. No one can take blame for that."

You glanced at him and grew a small smile.

"You really think so."

Macaque nodded.

"I do."

You felt the weight on your chest lighten some at his sincere response. Then you noticed an ice cream stand.

"Here, let me buy you some ice cream." You offered taking his hand and leading him over.

Macaque started a bit at your touch but didn't pull away as you tugged him forward.

"You can consider it my thank you for today." You smiled at him over your shoulder.

Macaque raised his brows for a moment before chuckling.

"Alright."

You two ordered your ice cream then he walked you the rest of the way home and as you stood on your porch step you both paused albeit a bit awkwardly.

"Thank you, for your help today." You managed glancing up from your ice cream that you'd been moving about the bowl with the plastic spoon previously.

"Heh. No problem." Macaque returned. "Here." He said suddenly digging in his pocket then offered you a couple tickets.

"What are these?" You asked curiously accepting them.

"Shadow play tickets. I preform every Tuesday and Thursday. You should come if you're feeling down and need something to take your mind off it."

You grew a small smile at the kind gesture.

"Thank you."

Macaque nodded and you waved goodbye as he faded into the shadows.

Macaque stood on a nearby rooftop as Y/n walked inside and smirked.

The seeds had been planted and before long that amulet would be his if he played his cards right.

This was requested by @chibithewitch

I hope this is satisfactory!!

[pencilofawesomeness]

What is Twisted Wonderland and how would you sell someone on it?

Ohoho. Ohohohoho. Anon. You have activated my trap card >:D

(I'm about to be soooo annoying/unhinged and I'm sorry. I'm not.)

Alright, so:

Twisted Wonderland is a Disney mobile game made in Japan and co-produced by Aniplex. (Yes, that Aniplex.) I'm not here to sell you on the game, so much as the story, but it is a sort of story-book rpg with turned based fights and rhythm games, where you build character units from a gacha pull. As far as gameplay goes, it's very simple, and most of the emphasis lies on the characters and the story. And it's wonderful.

The on-the-box description of this game doesn't do it justice, per se, but that might be because Disney has a little bit of influence on it and they suck at knowing who their target audience is. It is about a high school based on classic Disney villains—but no, not in the way you're thinking, because I once made that mistake too. It is not a villain school. Rather, the world of Twisted Wonderland is its own entity, with characters built as sort of nods or foils to classic Disney characters. The world itself is somewhat built with these films as its past, and history has become so twisted (ha) that modern society views some of these classic villains as the heroes or supporting characters of their stories, and respect them as The Great Seven. (The seven in question being the Queen of Hearts, Scar, Ursula, Jafar, the Evil/Raven Queen, Hades, and Maleficent. None of them are remembered by name, though.)

The game takes place in the modern era, a society with both technology and magic. Specifically, it takes place in a magic high school called Night Raven College, an all-boys dormitory prep school where the only requirement to get in is a magic mirror that peers into your soul and determines whether or not you can a) do magic and b) kin the Great Seven. And, of course, the player character is a regular-ass human who gets isekai'd in and gets stuck with a talking magic cat direbeast named Grim.

Now. That is the general synopsis. I, on the other hand, affectionately call this the Mental Breakdown game.

See, here's the kicker. The magic system is pretty nifty; while it's functions as a standard magic-is-magic sort of soft system, it has ✨consequences✨

Magic has this byproduct called blot. It's this icky stuff that builds up when you a) use too much magic and/or b) are emotionally distressed. But less so in a "I'm panicked right now" sort of way and more so in a "I have chronic depression and/or anxiety" sort of way. And, when a mage is powerful enough, and sad boi enough, and then goes and uses way too much magic and sad boi juice in one sitting, this amazing phenomenon occurs called "overblot"—which is pretty much a super-powered evil form that turns the mage into the darkest form of themselves and then uses magic until they die.

Naturally, this happens in the game. A lot. The formula is pretty much that each "book" of the story, there is an overblot. One for each of the seven dorms, which are based off of the seven villains/the movies they come from. (And "based on" is pretty loose. Yes you can see the similarities, but these are dumb teenage boys with their own hopes and aspirations, and, sometimes, the game completely lies to you about what character they emulate the most. The guy who's Jafar? Well yes but he's actually just a really stressed out Genie stand in. The Hades guy? Whoops that's Meg. Is that a card soldier or the White Rabbit? Doesn't matter, he's got problems.)

The characters are so well written. I could gush about them forever, and they are the driving points of this plot and it means everything to me. They are some of the most traumatized and messed up individuals, but also, they are dumb teenage boys who do dumb teenage boys things. It is all incredibly well balanced and startlingly realistic for a game that amounts to beating the emotional constipation around people. Mostly because it cannot be beat out of them. The blot can, but they have to deal with their emotions with their own two hands, with varying levels of success.

And the shenanigans!!!! Oh, the shenanigans. I call this the Emotional Trauma game but I have once laughed so hard someone heard me through the floor. It's not all doom and gloom for sure. Sometimes you're watching your friend fall apart because his toxic mother instilled debilitating perfectionism and slowly start making enemies of everyone and sometimes you're sending three of the most gremlin students plus one cinnamon roll to infiltrate a gala that a bunch of weather fairies are throwing in the greenhouse because they stole your temperature regulating magestone to be shiny jewelry and you want it to stop snowing inside your dorm room. And sometimes you can have the exact same character who experienced losing his little brother right in front of him gush about a magical girl sledding anime and all of his gacha games. It is the best of both worlds.

And, that's not all! No, no. We get amazing character interactions. Not just pre-determined friend group interactions, but also random interactions. Yana Toboso (the writer/artist) really likes to stick names in a jar sometimes and make them interact and it is the best thing ever. Every single one of these characters I hold in my hands. Every single one of them gets to have their moment to shine. You can emotionally invest in all of them and be rewarded for it.

The game itself is free and pretty easy to get into. There's not really a bad power creep so you can get through it with what you got. Of course the fun part of collecting cards is that there are stories attached to them that you can watch, and those are also sources of joy. (And it's well documented, so you can find things online pretty easily to catch up and see more.)

I just think it's neat. (Read: I accidentally became wholly obsessed with this game and its characters and they are all blorbos to me.)

You should definitely fall into this rabbit hole with me :))) It's so worth it :)))

[janort]

Hey

I know I just sent you an ask but

I’m planning on buying this female clown and I was wondering

If you could possibly bestow any knowledge about this pretty girl too before I receive her in October 🥺🥺

Tysm I love your imput 😁 (also give me name ideas if you have any!!! She needs a good name!!)

Ohoho, that’s a fancy looking lady right there, I’d be happy to give my two cents on her!

She seems to be a teacup, I’m slightly unsure of the scale since the background of the photo is blank. Those bells and that hat are classic jester traits, she’s got quite a lot of sequins, lace, ribbons and frill so I might even guess she’s a royal jester.

The monochromatic black and white color palette is very striking, I’m not quite sure what to make of that. Unlike with circus breeds, black and white colors don’t necessarily mean the clown is mixed with Pierrot/mime, or that the clown is from a very selectively bred lineage that’s been cultivated for those colors. Jesters can be grayscale without Pierrot/mime ancestry and it’s not extremely rare, this makes it difficult to determine whether a jester is a mime or Pierrot mix, along with the fact that pure bred jesters and pure bred Pierrot can have some similar features.

The best way to know without DNA testing is to interact with the clown in person. Jesters are witty and talkative, they can be crass and mischievous, and they don’t tend to be very shy. Pierrot are considered more ‘dainty’, they rarely vocalize (although they can, unlike mimes), they are shy and cautious, and their performances are more subtle and musical than slapstick and comedic. It shouldn’t be too difficult to observe your clown’s behavior and draw your own conclusion, but until you meet her it’s anyone’s guess what her ancestry is. (If she is mixed, it’s probably not with mime because of the info I mentioned in my last clown husbandry ask)

Whether she’s got some Pierrot DNA or she’s purely jester, her diet should consist mainly of things like hard cheeses, preserved fruits, chicken/turkey, potatoes and sweet breads. That’s not to say she can never have more staple clown foods like cotton candy or corndogs, just that it’s not what she’s meant to rely on, jesters have different nutritional needs than circus clowns, for example they require higher sodium intake. This diet generally works for jesters and jester mixes, so it’s not necessary to modify if she’s partially Pierrot.

Other than diet it’s important to get some props for her, small bells and items to juggle are a good place to start. Jesters are inquisitive and love games, puzzles and riddles are a staple of theirs. Be carful when you take her places, because of how curious they are, small jesters can wander off to explore and become near impossible to track down.

Other than that I can’t think of any advice that’s specific to her, she should settle in easily with the other clowns, the enrichment of having so many friends should be very good for her, and she probably won’t need a setup too different from theirs. Of course I’m not a vet, (sorry for hammering this into the ground lol, but it is important for anyone who isn’t familiar with me) and I’m more experienced with standard teacup party clowns, so if you notice anything wrong or odd you should take her to the vet.

And lastly, I’d be happy to give you some name suggestions!

Periwinkle comes to mind, based on those beautiful blue eyes of hers.

Quinn, because I can’t stop thinking of Harley Quinn the harlequin.

Koi, Iris, Swan, Juniper, Goose, Olive and Fawn, just because I think they sound cool.

Wow, this one was pretty long! But it was worth every minute it took, and I really hope you find it helpful, it’s always a pleasure to answer your asks.

Happy clowning <3

[awkwardlyflustered]

Return the Favor

A/N: Okay so I didn’t think I would be back again this quickly, but some lovely anon requested a sequel-esque to my other RWRB fic, (which if you haven’t read and would like to, is right here), so I am back to write another quick one with Alex returning the favor to Henry. Hope this one is at least sort of decent, I’m still not feeling great about my writing, but we’ll get there! Anyways, please enjoy! (P.S. thank you to everyone who gave kind words about my last fic, I was really feeling not great but all of that helped me stay motivated to keep writing). 

“Wait wait wait,” Henry rushed out, trying to keep the couch in between him and Alex.

“What exactly am I waiting for?” the dark-haired boy questioned, still trying to close the gap between him and his boyfriend. Henry just sputtered, desperately trying to come up with the right words. Refusing to even give him the chance, Alex jumped over the sofa and tackled Henry, pinning him down. 

“Come on, you don’t have to do this,” he pleaded playfully, the words having no real desire behind them.

“No? Because I remember you doing this exact thing to me not more than 3 minutes ago.” Alex’s face tinted the shade of pink remembering Henry’s fingers slowly taking him apart. 

“Okay yes, fine, I did, but that doesn’t mean you need to return the favor,” Henry rambled out, not making any moves to really escape.

“You know, today is your lucky day, I’m really not all that big on ‘returning the favor,’” Alex started with a smirk. Henry narrowed his eyes, knowing Alex far too well to believe he was getting away that easily. “However, unluckily for you, I am very big on getting revenge, so you’re not getting away yet.” Alex’s smirk shifted into a big, cheeky grin, very delighted with himself for his set up. In turn, Henry rolled his eyes at the goofball keeping him stuck to the floor, but couldn't help but smile at his adorableness. Granted, the smile quickly disappeared from his face when Alex started rolling his shirt up. Before he had any chance to protest, he felt fingers skitter across his tummy. The reaction was instantaneous, he couldn’t keep the giggles from pouring out of him. 

“Ahahahalex plehehehease.”

“Ohoho, so when I plead with you, it falls upon deaf ears and you keep torturing me, but when you do it, I’m supposed to have sympathy?” He questioned, feigning offense. 

“Yehehehes! And ihihit wahahasn’t tohohorture!” Henry barely managed to giggle out, bucking his hips, trying to get the offending digits off of his sensitive tummy. 

“Good, if that wasn’t torture, then this certainly isn’t. You should be just fine.” Before Henry could even think up a reply, there were already fingers pinching away at his ribs.

“AhahahAHAHLEHEHEX NOHOHO,” Henry pleaded, the laughter only rising as Alex pinched further up.

“Mmm good spot?” Alex murmured out, a smile gracing his face as he took in just how cute his thrashing boyfriend was beneath him.

“NOHOHO!” the prince screamed out, refusing to admit in any way that Alex has an upper hand. 

“Oh, lying to me now, your royal highness? I think that deserves to be punished, doesn’t it?” Henry shook his head, grabbing on to Alex’s wrists, and trying to pry them away from his ribs. Alex relented and took his hands off Henry’s ribs, just to give him a little bit of a breather before continuing. 

“I wonder…” he thought out loud as he reached back and experimentally dug into the muscle on Henry’s thigh. The yelp he was rewarded filled him with absolute joy and a whole new level of menacing he was about to achieve. 

“Nononononono, Alex don’t you daHAHAHARE NOHOHOHO.” Henry was once again thrown into a fit of laughter as Alex started pinching at his thighs now. 

“Hmm? What was that, babe? You want me to keep going? Oh even harder you say? If you insist,” Alex teased, the smile on his face mimicking that on Henry’s. He flipped around, now sitting on Henry’s hips, facing his thighs so he could have better access to his new target.

“One would think that as the First son of the United States, you would be a lot nicer, but no, you’re an absolute menace.”

“And one would think that the Prince of England would be less sensitive, yet here we are.” Henry couldn’t even respond, just lie back as his face reddened and Alex’s hands inched closer and closer to his death spot. 

As soon as Henry felt Alex put his hands down, he sat up and started scribbling along Alex’s sides, hoping to deter him. Alex pinched his arms down against his sides, squealing and falling back.

“Hehehehey nohoho.” The two of them wrestled around on the floor, fighting each other for the upper hand of the situation. There was nothing but stray yelps as death spots were attacked, constant giggles from both parties, and clumsy pinching and poking at anything they could reach. By the end of it, they ended up right back in the same position that they started in, with Alex pinning Henry down.

“Now that we’re back where we’re supposed to be,” Alex commented, glaring back at Henry, “I will not be making this mistake again.” He grabbed Henry’s hands and shoved them under his knees, trapping him well. Henry just smirked at him, all too proud of his various shenanigans. He, of course, was promptly knocked off his high horse when Alex began squeezing his thighs and he couldn’t do anything about it, but beg.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! NOHOHOHO!” Alex just gave a little hum in response as he started lightly tracing his fingers on one thigh while swiftly pinching at the other. Henry kicked his legs out and continued his begging, even though it was pointless. 

“You should really try to quiet down, people might hear you.” Henry’s face darkened another shade of red as he remembered that people outside of just him and Alex existed, and could very well be hearing him being tortured by his boyfriend.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!”

“Later, definitely. But I’m having fun with this, right now,” Alex responded, cheeky as ever, not even needing to look back to see Henry’s blush deepening, once again. The two carried on like this for a few minutes longer, only stopping because Henry’s laughter had gone silent. 

Alex carefully climbed off of him, and laid down beside him, kissing his crimson face. 

“You okay?” Henry simply nodded in return, still catching his breath. Alex smiled at the sight beside him. Henry’s eyes still scrunched up with the huge smile adorning his face, his cheeks an absolutely beautiful shade of red. He just looked amazing like this, and Alex never wanted it to end. 

“That was really mean, you know. I didn’t go that hard on you,” Henry accused, grabbing Alex’s hand.

“Yeah, I know, but I have to show you who’s top dog around here,” Alex replied in the most stereotypical, 80s douchebag voice he could conjure up. Henry just chuckled at him and leaned over and gave him another quick kiss. 

“If I wasn’t exhausted, I would be proving that statement wrong.”

“Uh huh, sure you would, babe. But there’s plenty of time for that tomorrow. For now, that bed is calling… no, yelling my name,” Alex returned, already starting to stand up. Henry just eagerly followed along happy to just cuddle beside his boyfriend for the rest of the night.

[ilysmsweaty2]

this literally came to me in a dream so i'm making it all of your problem now.

it's christmas or near christmas at the white house. regardless, presents are being opened. it's the american christmas. nora, alex, henry, june, ellen, bea, oscar, and leo are there. everyone's drinking and enjoying themselves.

"ohoho, there's one left," oscar says reaching over the side of the chair he's on under the tree. he pulls out a octogonal-shaped box with no wrapping but the top looks like a flower. "wonder who it's for," he continues. alex is sitting adjacent to him, his back to the tree. oscar's arm is around june who sits between him and ellen. leo is sitting at ellen's feet and she's messing with his hair. henry and bea are sharing a chair across from alex and nora's sitting on the floor next to them. it's almost as if alex has an audience.

oscar opens the box only to pull another slightly smaller box from inside.

"oh. guess it's not for me then," he says shrugging. alex squints at him.

"what?"

"hmm. someone else try," oscar says holding the box out. it pointedly rattles.

"oh? is it for me, henry?" bea asks taking it and revealing the giver of the gift.

"i don't know, try to open it," henry replies with a mischievous smile. oddly, he wouldn't meet alex's eyes.

bea opens it only for another layer to be taken off. it's now a small box with christmas wrapping on it.

"mm, drat, not for me," she says.

"what is going on?" alex asks but is quickly drowned out by nora and juna saying,

"my turn!" in sync. they fight over it playfully before tearing the paper together.

"seriously, what is this?" alex asks but he continues to be ignored.

"henry, you wanna try, babe?" nora asks looking over her shoulder.

"it's from me, so it's not for me," henry replies annoyingly posh.

"henry, who is it for?" alex asks impatiently. he's sat up now, no longer reclining.

"let me try, dear," ellen says taking it from nora. her and leo work to open the box and reveal a little sphere like one you would get from a quarter machine with a little prize inside.

"hmm, not for us," ellen shrugs.

"why not alex give it a try?" oscar offers. a chorus of "yeah"s and "good idea"s start from everyone.

"guys. seriously-" alex starts but the ball is handed to him.

it's a red sphere and it's heavily taped shut. he shakes it and it rattles like there's something metal inside.

"what the hell is this?" he mutters picking at the tape.

"jesus, how much tape did you put on this thing, henry?"

he finds the end and the tape unrolls with loud tearing noises. the sphere pops open and the object inside falls into alex's hand.

it's a ring.

his breath is taken away but he can't bring himself to believe it. he looks up. nora, bea, and june had all whipped their phones out to film. his mom's eyes are shiny. he almost can't breathe at henry, who is now in front of him, on one knee.

"hello, dear," he says quietly, smiling his crinkly, unapologetic smile.

alex's mouth has fallen open and he's slowly shaking his head.

"you are not-" alex starts but his voice doesn't actually come out.

"on CHRISTMAS??" he says finding his voice, "how fucking cheesy-"

"alright," henry interrupts him gently, plucking the ring from alex's palm, "are you going to let me finish?"

"fuck," alex mumbles sinking into his chair and looking away his eyes brimming. the girls erupted into a chorus of "awwww"s along with percy who bea face timed. henry waved them off.

"cmon stand up," he says taking alex's hands as he stands.

"alex," he says, but has to stop and shake his head. he's crying now too. alex laughs.

"we knew-" he clears his throat- "we knew there was no going back pretty early on, and i think we should make it official. i-i feel forever about you, and you are truly my other half.

i never thought-" henry has to stop. alex loosens his hand from henry's and cradles his face.

"i never thought i could have this," henry's voice is breaking and alex's tears are running down his face.

"i-i love you alex, and- fuck," henry can barely get the words out. "you wanna get married?" he says giving up, grinning. alex falls to henry's level.

"of course, baby," he says, their foreheads together. alex kisses him but it's all teeth because they can't stop smiling.

everyone's cheering including cash, zahra, amy, and shaan who stood off to the side. in the midst of laughter, tears, and congratulations alex and henry fall onto the couch (oscar having moved to alex's chair). june is squeezing her brothers' arm.

everyone is standing around the area falling into easy conversation. henry's resting his head on alex's shoulder smiling smugly at the ring on alex's finger. the tree is twinkling and alex thinks it's like a goddamn hallmark movie. a prince for christmas. he laughs to himself. nora has said something that has the entire room in an uproar.

"what?" alex asks having missed it.

"we're gonna have a royal wedding, love," henry chuckles kneeing alex.

"oh, fuck," alex says.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Untouchable, right?

words: 731 a/n: hope this is what u guys wanted aha i worked hard 😭 lee: 2hwang ler: SKZITZY taglist: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry this fic is about tickling, if it's not your cup of tea pls scroll!~

“Hi!” Changbin greeted, bouncing over to Chaeryeong and hitting her playfully in the arm. 

“AGH-Hello, Changbin.” She giggled, watching all the members greet each other formally before giggling together and catching up. 

“So, we’re here to do the dance challenge together, right?” Yeji clarified, letting out some satisfied giggles as the entire room nodded in agreement. 

“I’M UnToUcHaBlE!” Jeongin squealed, running over to Yuna, both of them screaming the lyrics to ‘Maknae on Top.’

“Okay, okay, let’s all listen to Yeji, seriously.” Chan laughed at the chaos, winking at the leader of the girl group in the process. 

After some learning and practicing, the group decided to take a break, chaos ensued as normal. 

Ryujin cackled as she and Felix harassed a poor Seungmin by screaming ridiculous threats in a deep voice. 

Yeji and Hyunjin entertained the rest of the group by performing their collaboration stage with dramatic, over-energetic movements, allowing loud laughter to fill the room with an aura of joy. 

Changbin and Chaeryeong were challenging each other to a girl group dance challenge, which Changbin won because Chaeryeong stopped in the middle of ‘Queencard’ to try and slap his butt, which Minho certainly supported. 

In the end, they began to film their dance challenge, which resulted in a little more disorder than what was expected. 

Ryujin and Minho had shared a brain cell by both tasered Yeji and Hyunjin’s side during the dance, as they were in the front. 

Two identical, loud squeals echoed through the room, and it was silent for 3 seconds as the two main dancers rubbed at their sides, eyes wide with fear. 

Then there was a scramble, group splitting into two to try and capture the Hwang siblings. 

Yeji screamed as the entirely of the hyung line chased her down, Ryujin cackling evilly in the middle as the poor leader was pinned down, made to be basically immobile. 

Ryujin seated herself on Yeji’s thighs, laughing at the loud begging that escaped the girl’s lips as Jisung added his wrists to the three pairs holding her arms above her head. 

Meanwhile, Hyunjin was immediately yanked down to the floor, Felix and Jeongin struggling to hold the thrashing boy down. 

Oh, Hyunjin knew what was coming, and he was not looking forward to it.  

“No! Nonono please, Ryujinnie! No need to tickle me, just let me g-OHOHO NOHOHO!” Yeji squealed, Ryujin’s fingers attacking her sensitive ribs. 

“NOHOHO! NOHOT THEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEASE!”

The others were working on reducing Hyunjin into an incoherent mess, loud screams echoed through the room as both the main dancers were tickled mercilessly. 

“YUHUNA NOHOHO!” Hyunjin screamed when the maknae stuck her hand into his armpits, massaging slowly with her thumb and driving the boy underneath her insane. 

“RYUJIN! RYUHUHUJIN! THAT TIHIHICKLES!” Yeji spat out through her loud hysterics, voice growing desperate. 

She screamed even louder as the other four boys joined in tentatively, wiggling their fingers anywhere they could reach but making sure to respect her boundaries. 

Nearby, Yuna and Chaeryeong were making sure to do the same, minding Hyunjin’s hips and making sure they didn’t make the boy uncomfortable in any way. 

Loud, but joyous laughter filled the room, Yeji and Hyunjin’s cackles sounded somewhat identical, so it was equally entertaining for every person in the room. 

“Wow, they sound really similar!” Chan commented, smirking at Minho as the boy formulated a very evil plan. 

“Wonder if they’d sound the same if we blew raspberries at the same time? Ooh, what an experiment! What’s your hypothesis, guys?~” Minho teased, watching the dancers turn bright red through their laughter. 

“NO! NOHOHO IHITS TOOHO MUUHUCH!” Yeji whimpered, throwing herself back into hysterics when Ryujin’s fingers attacked her armpits next. 

“Well, too bad.” Came Felix’s voice from Hyunjin’s stomach, blowing ticklish air into the boy’s belly button. 

Ryujin’s lips attached to the same spot, easily accessible due to the crop top the leader was wearing. 

“ENOHOHOHOUGH! ENOUGH PLEHEHEHEASE!” Yeji squeaked out, laughter cutting out slightly, making her voice sound quieter. 

“IT’S SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD! GUHUHUYS! GIHIHIRLS PLEHEASE STOHOHOP!” Hyunjin twisted around crazily, however the four pairs of arms holding him down made the task practically pointless.

Loud, boisterous laughter and squeals filled the room, both dancers bucking up crazily and begging for the torture to stop. 

Finally, the members let up, watching Yeji and Hyunjin’s bodies go weak from exhaustion. 

“Guess you aren’t so untouchable, huh?”

ISUusaddh i hope this is good enoughhhh 😭😭😭