#or watching Anne from behind a tree

[imgeekgirlfan]

The Curse of Cassandra│(Qimir x Reader)

Read in Ao3 : here

Pairings:  Qimir x f!reader(SEA Reader)  [The Acolyte]

Content Rating : Mature 18+  Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

tags/themes : Alternate Universe - Dune & Star wars, Partners in Crime, Strangers to Lovers

Summary: Being a prophet is both a gift and a curse; you see the future and you’re burdened with the weight of knowing that every decision you make could shape or destroy entire universe, with the overwhelming pressure that the fate of the galaxy hinges on your choice, and every path fraught with sacrifice.

Status: work in progress (This is a long fanfic that will be about 10+ chapters.)

A/N : I'm thai and english isn't my first language (sorry for the broken English)

This fic exists 'cause I got high (thanks to weed!). So my work's full of random shit in many ways. But I hope you'll dig it.

I got inspo from novels and movies I'm obsessed with: Dune, Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga, Blue Eye Samurai, and Anne Carson's Cassandra Float Can. (Hence the title "The Curse of Cassandra," linking to the Greek myth)

It's a mash-up of different universes, not just Star Wars, with a lot of tweaks for my storyline. If you want fanfic that strict Star Wars canon, this fic isn't for you.

Also, diversity FTW! the reader in this fic isn't white, she's a SEA woman, we gonna representing ASEAN pride.

➡  EP : I // EP : II // EP : III // EP : IV // EP : V // EP : VI // EP : VII

[Intro] A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away

What fate could be worse? 

Being captured by Jedi 

Or being hunted by Sith

You close your eyelids, frowning at the stabbing sensation creeping into your brain. It's always like this when you try to sink into the stream of time, pondering what's yet to come. The price for this wicked foresight is torment of both body and soul, intensifying as your senses expand.

You see, you hear, you feel. The moisture in the air, the sound of water droplets hitting the ground, the wind rustling through the grass, the capillaries in your nasal cavities twisting and rupturing before blood gushes from your nose.

As you casually wipe away the red fluid with the back of your hand, you suddenly realize certain truths that have always been part of you. 

You are an aberration, something repulsive. An Abomination. 

And abominations must be eliminated—so they say.

You let out a long sigh, allowing your mind to drift through the past, present, and future—every possible event and situation. You watch it all with a numb mind, as if you've seen the same movie hundreds or thousands of times, a movie whose ending you already know well.

Yet there's one thing you still don't know: which ending will the path you're on now lead to?

Something pulls you out of your meditation, coinciding with the moment you sense someone's piercing gaze openly fixed upon you. That man is watching you from the shadows behind a large tree, not with malicious intent but with curiosity mixed with several other complex emotions too ambiguous to explain.

You remain seated in meditation at the same spot, amidst the blood and corpses of the Jedi, not daring to move, almost forgetting even to breathe.

You are the last one still breathing, the final victim of the Jedi massacre carried out by the mysterious Sith—The Stranger who is now closely observing you.

His face is completely hidden beneath a dark, twisted metal mask. Yet you can still feel his gleaming eyes surveying your body, as far as sight allows, focusing excessively, even invasively.

The curiosity in his mind is so intense that you find yourself trembling.

You see visions of what might happen—there's a high chance he'll rush in to slice you to pieces with his red lightsaber, searching for secrets or whatever might be hidden inside your body. Or he might subjugate you with his Force, using his power to penetrate your mind, deep into your subconscious, hoping to taste the forbidden fruit of secrets that you alone possess.

But he will never know, as long as you don't wish him to.

The scent of death hangs heavy in the air as heavy footsteps crunch over gravel, approaching you slowly, like a predator toying with its prey. You freeze, every muscle in your body tense, as you face the tall figure in dark robes, his visage concealed behind a strange metal mask carved into a distorted smile.

For a moment, this man reminds you of the grim reaper from ancient religious myths that vanished thousands of years ago.

He is the harbinger of death everywhere he goes, including your own death

Awareness strikes like a warning signal. Various possibilities flash through your memory, similar to how a dying person recalls everything that happened in their life.

You instantly realize how crucial this moment is. This is an incredibly fragile juncture. 

There's a fifty percent chance he'll kill you, and another fifty percent chance he'll spare your life. 

Fear spreads throughout your flesh, imprinting itself on your soul, turning your blood ice-cold. Your pulse races with panic. 

You take a deep breath, quickly focusing, trying hard to regain control of your shaken mind. "I must not fear," you mutter to yourself, the same phrase your mother used to teach you as a child. "Fear is the mind-killer, fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration..." 

A low, hoarse laugh escapes from behind the metal mask. Clearly, he heard what you said. "Oh, I think you should fear," he says, his words teetering between mockery and sarcasm.

You know he wants you to fear because, for the Sith, fear leads to power.

 You do the opposite, swallowing the lump of fear in your throat, maintaining a calm demeanor as you force a faint smile for the person before you. 

"Humans fear what they don't know, just as they fear me, and just as they fear you." You pause momentarily, carefully considering your final sentence, which could determine your fate. 

Finally, you speak, firm and unwavering, "But I know you, so I do not fear." 

There's a fifty percent chance he'll kill you, and another fifty percent chance he'll spare your life—this thought returns to your mind once more.

He had always kept his secret well, never letting anyone who knew his true identity survive.

'Why does this woman know who I am?' He must have thought.

You know well that your revelation will bring about an end that changes everything, both for better and for worse.

This is the gamble you've already placed your bet on, for this purpose and for this moment.

The lightsaber hilt in his hand remains tightly closed, showing no sign of the red flame that has taken countless lives. He kneels before you, his action clearly revealing vulnerabilities in his body. You could easily grab the lightsaber from the Jedi's corpse and behead him in one stroke.

But you don't kill him, just as he doesn't kill you.

You look into his eyes, he looks into yours, gauging each other in silence.

His large hand reaches beneath his mask, unlocks the mechanism, and slowly removes it, revealing the familiar face in your sight.

His face is sharp in every proportion, with messy jet-black hair. His eyes, once gentle when touched by sunlight, now cold as ice, contrast starkly with the smile slowly spreading wide, in the same fashion as the smile on the mask he wore earlier.

"Qimir"

His name sounds strange when you utter it, as if it's not a name you're familiar with, and the man before you is not the man you know.

The man chuckles softly and moves even closer, cutting off any chance for you to escape. You swallow hard, trying to turn your face away from his intense gaze. But he doesn't let you. His fingers, wet with others' blood, dig into both of your cheeks, pressing hard enough to hurt, forcing you to look only at him.

"Surprised?" He leans in closer, his hot breath on your face, and whispers softly in your ear, "I told you, you can't run away from me."

[mrsmikaelsxn]

New Girl

masterlist

pairing: gilbert blythe x female reader

warnings: just fluff, somewhat love triangle with billy, some jealousy, kissing

summary: you had just moved to avonlea from london, you were a beauty with fancy clothes and a lovely accent, who just so happens to have two boys take interest in you

a/n: there is such a lack of gilbert fanfics on here, he is such a sweetheart and needs more attention

song: angeleyes - abba

Walking up a hill from your new home, you follow a path you saw that helps lead you to school easily. You were dressed in a gorgeous light blue dress that somewhat stuck out around you. You had a ribbon in your hair and some jewelry with white gloves.

You truly didn't know what to wear, back at your old school this was the normal clothing.

You saw a pretty small white flower, you picked it and tucked it behind your ear. Smiling to yourself you continued down the path until you hear your name being called.

"Excuse me! Miss!" you stop walking and turn around to see a young boy, he seems to be around your age. Your eyes quickly scanned his features and you had to admit he was rather handsome.

"Hello, sir!"

"Gilbert- please, call me Gilbert," he smiles.

"Well then, it's a pleasure to meet you, Gilbert. I'm y/n," you smile at him.

"You're new here? You have a pretty accent"

"I am, and thank you. I just moved here from London," you blush.

"Wow, is it nice there? I've been wanting to travel."

"Well honestly I suppose it depends on where you are and what part you're talking about. But overall I like it," you explain looking at a squirrel you saw running in a tree.

Gilbert seemed to not be able to look away for you. He was in awe of you, he has never encountered a girl with such beauty as you.

"Perhaps you would join me in my walk to school? If that's where you're heading?" you suggest.

"I would love to"

You both arrive at school and see everyone already there. You put your small bag on a hook in the cubby area. All the students turn and look at the two of you. It quickly goes quiet and they start to whisper.

You smile at them nervously and start to fidget with your gloves.

Gilbert leans over to your ear and whispers, "don't worry about them, they just don't get a new classmate that often." You nod and introduce yourself. The girls giggle at your accent and the boys ask you to say some words they think would sound funny with it.

Gilbert also took notice of Billy Andrews who was in the back watching the scene. Gilbert also noticed the way his eyes lingered on you, longer than he liked.

He then saw Billy start walking towards you as the boys started to walk outside and girls went to their little corner. They all told you to come sit with them but before you could follow, someone stepped in front of you.

"My, my, what a pretty girl you are. I'm Billy Andrews," he says holding his hand out. You put your hand in his with the intention to shake it, but to yours and Gilbert's he gently picks it put and places a kiss on your knuckles.

Perhaps you would find this sweet, if it were Gilbert doing it. But this boy seemed rather arrogant in your opinion.

"Oh- um- thank you and good to meet you... I must be going now, the girls are waiting for me," you nod your head over to the girls watching in the corner. You see Diana and Anne smiling at you waving their hands over for you to join them.

You slip away from Billy and go sit in between them. "I love all of your dresses," you say to them. They were different from what you grew up with but that's what made you like them.

"Ours? Look at yours! You are very beautiful and that outfit is miraculous!" Anne exclaims as the other girls nod their heads.

"Why thank you," you then lean over towards her when the other girls broke off into some converstations, "your red hair is lovely, did you know? It suits you perfectly," you whisper.

"Oh you don't know how much that means to me!" Anne smiles so happily you can't help but do the same.

The day ended and Gilbert had a clenched jaw while he was thinking about Billy telling the other boys that you would be crawling to him in no time. Gilbert may or may not have accidentally stuck his foot out as Billy was passing by.

Gilbert saw you walking out of school and jogged over to you. "Hey! How was your first day?"

"It was magnificent, it was very different from what I am used to," you admit.

"Figured it would be, do you mind if I..." you look over at him as he continues, "walk you home?"

"Of course not!"

This then became a routine with the two of you, you both had grown very fond of each other and were very close.

Today, Billy was flirting with you again, and Gilbert mistook your actions for you flirting back. That day on the walk back, you got in a small argument.

"You were flirting back!"

"What? No I was not," you shook your head.

"Even if you weren't why wouldn't you?!" Gilbert didn't understand why you never went out with Billy, most of the girls had a crush on him.

"Because- because I fancy someone else!" you take a step closer to him, leaving only a few inches between you two.

Gilbert stops as his eyebrows raise, "who?"

"Oh Gilbert, you complete idiot," you sigh while shaking your head, but before he could respond you grabbed his collar and connected your lips to his. He quickly responds and puts one hand behind your head, and the other around your waste. You could have melted right there as you leaned into the boy. You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair, loving how soft it was.

Gilbert was about to faint, he had been dreaming of this happening since he met you. As you were pressed on him while your lips molded with each other, he prayed that you couldn't feel how fast his heart was beating. You slowly pull back and rest your forehead on his.

"You, Gilbert, I fancy you," you whisper to him, breathlessly.

"I like you as well, darling," he smiles connecting your lips again.

[orobaxis]

i love your ominis fic! it’s so well written. could i request him and #10 from the prompt list?

(so for once in my life) let me get what i want

ominis gaunt x reader (hogwarts legacy)

ominis tells you his plans for the future and adopts a new name

prompt: "please. please just listen to me."

word count: 2253

warnings: hogwarts legacy spoilers! some violence; gaunt family pureblood purity nonsense; seventh-year ominis and gang (sebastian redemption arc); timeskip & a surprise cameo/twist? :O ominis is a very powerful wizard because of his heritage, and he's even more powerful than his family because of his kind heart; occamies can speak parseltongue (source: trust me bro)

when the impossible happened, when it turned out that you also reciprocated his feelings, ominis' world changed.

he always tells you, "we took the long way round, but we're here now." and every time, you would reach for his hand and squeeze. he can almost sense your smile every time.

ominis had been thinking about it. you were it for him, and he hopes you feel the same way. he was tired.

of hiding you.

so ominis made up his mind.

once you both graduate from hogwarts, he would not return to his family. the gaunts aren't his family--not anymore. it was his friends, and you.

-

"what are you doing outside, sulking here?"

he turns to the sound of your voice and the door opening, and you sit beside him. slowly, you reach for his hand and guide a steaming cup of tea. he mutters a 'thank you' and takes a sip.

you tell him that feldcroft looks nice at this time of the year, so not unlike the time it was ravaged by poachers and ranrok's loyalists. there is laughter in the air, children running around and playing in the snow. carolers singing every night by a bonfire. you always go to the carolers and hand out hot cocoa.

ominis and sebastian would usually sit there, outside the sallow house, listening as you and anne, now good as new, play with the kids, picking snowball fights with the enchanted snowman. you two make them help set up a giant christmas tree for the hamlet. he would fret whenever you climb up the ladder to place ornaments, insisting that using your wand "isn't as accurate". that entire day, while you and anne were busy decorating the tree, ominis would be standing guard by the ladder, making sure that not even the wind can shake it.

he likes it here. it's quiet, and while he enjoys holidays in the castle, being with his family here in feldcroft feels better.

"the kids are scaring the scarecrow again," he tells you with a smile, and you both turn in the direction of the children and the squawking of the poor scarecrow.

anne bursts out the door, smiling when she sees you two. "there you are!" she exclaims. a folded woolen blanket is hanging on her arms, "i knew ominis would be here sulking--"

"i am not sulking--"

"so i got you a blanket to keep you warm. i know y/n wouldn't leave you out here in the cold."

you gratefully take the blanket from her, thanking her before splaying it on yourself and ominis. "have you finished packing?"

"me?" anne points at herself, "of course not! sebastian and i don't pack until you start nagging for us to leave."

"because we need to return to hogwarts by tonight," you remind her.

anne rolls her eyes, waving you off, "we can pack everything quickly, don't worry. you and ominis enjoy the sun while it lasts."

you hum, and watch her enter the house again. turning to ominis, you watch him sip his tea quietly, "you ready?"

"hmm?" he asks behind the rim of the teacup.

"our final term," you sigh, "and then we're done with school."

ominis starts thinking about it again.

"i have to tell you something."

you don't say anything, but wait until he starts talking.

"i've decided...i've decided not to return to my family after graduation."

shocked, you open your mouth to say something, anything. but you know that he has made up his mind about this. "but, they'll start looking for you."

"i know." ominis is quiet for a bit, hands warming up around his cup, as he tries to collect his thoughts. some time ago, he knew that he eventually would have to go into hiding once he decided to leave the family. he just...well, he just needed to tell you about it. "we'll have to lay low for a while."

"we?" you aren't sure if you heard him right. did 'we' mean you and him? you, him, and the twins?

"my family will be looking for us. and if you're with me, i can protect you better."

so that's what he had been sulking about, you think to yourself. ever since you arrived to feldcroft to spend the holidays with the twins, you would always find ominis deep in thought. is this what he was thinking about?

it feels like a death sentence, ominis thinks. you deserve better than going into hiding so soon after graduating. you should be going out there, exploring the world, not being afraid that a family of dark wizards would find you. but he knows his family will not let him go, not with you. and if something happened to you, well, he would never forgive himself.

"i'm sorry," he blurts out. he is frustrated about this, and he knows you must be too. he is sure that you're already processing the fact that you'll be losing months, years of your life trying to hide from his family. he wouldn't blame you if you start despising him now. he would too. "i didn't mean for this to happen."

"wait...ominis," you gently take the cup from his hands to settle it on the ground, "it's alright."

ominis shakes his head, now becoming upset, "no, you don't understand...i don't understand. why aren't you mad at me? you should be!

because of who i am...the darkness in my family is never going to go away, and it will infect you...i'm sorry." ominis hears the crack in his voice and the tears started to flow.

immediately, you kneel into the dirt, cupping his face, "hey, ominis...please. please, just listen to me." you brush your thumbs against his cheeks, wiping his tears, tracing the beauty marks that you love.

"i'll be fine as long as i'm with you," you whisper to him. "i don't care if we have to hide, as long as i have you...everything will be alright."

he sniffs, raising his hands to cup yours resting on his cheeks. he turns and brushes his lips on your palm, "i love you," he tells you, "i would do anything for you, and i will keep you safe, i promise."

"i know, love," you tell him, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks, not from anguish, but from joy. of course you would follow him anywhere. "i love you too, and i will also keep you safe."

ominis says nothing, but nods before leaning forward, resting his head against yours.

let me keep her, please. he thinks. for once in my life, let me get what i want. lord knows it would be the first time.

-

he should have known that these rogue poachers were also looking for him. they accidentally came across the group, as you four were flying back to the castle. they intercepted you, and you had to land somewhere.

"i don't know if you 'eard," a poacher yells as he and his colleagues start to descend to your location, "but the gaunt family is looking to pay a hefty sum if we could get their son and his friends back to them!"

"all the galleons we could ever want!" exclaimed another, "we'll never have to poach for animals in this blasted forest again."

"ominis," you whisper, reaching frantically for him as he takes a step forward, wand out. sebastian stands beside him. you see anne pull her wand out and you do so anxiously, staring at the poachers and trying to keep yourself calm.

it is quiet for a bit, and then the curses and hexes start flying. incantations hurriedly leaving everyone's lips as you tried your best to see where the enemies are in the thick of the night. you worry for your friends, jumping by anne's side, pulling on her jumper as you conjure a shield for you both. as ominis and sebastian try to hold off a horde of poachers in front of you, you don't notice one disillusioned themselves until there was the tip of a wand pressing against your neck and a ragged, "STOP!" is shouted behind you, almost deafening your ear.

ominis turns to the side at the sound, wand still raised and his brows furrowed when he realizes that one slipped past him.

"let go of her."

"we don't want trouble with you, i know you gaunts are a powerful lot," the poacher who has wrapped his arm around your neck tightens it a little. "i just want missy here, and you to come with us back to mummy and daddy."

he raises his wand, ready to strike the man who has you captive.

"ominis..." you start, before the tip of the wand dig deeper into your neck and you shut yourself up with a whimper. ominis cringes at the sound.

"please--" ominis bares his teeth as he lowers his wand

"drop your wand and walk towards me."

"please just listen to me," ominis implores, but the man didn't want to listen to him.

"any sudden movements and she's gone," he pulls on your hair, "your parents want you alive, but didn't say that for her."

now seething in anger, ominis nods before dropping his wand. this appeases the poacher, who tells him to start walking towards him. then, he hears voices.

voices he haven't heard in some time. are you alright? do you need help?

masking it as a pained hiss, ominis answers, yes, get rid of the poacher. he threatens to hurt the beasts in this forest.

i am not from this forest. nor from this land. these poachers took me.

you're close now, ominis can hear your muffled whimpers. help me with the poacher, and we will help you return home.

in a flash, you are released from the poacher's grip and ominis takes a few strides before reaching you. he holds you close as you gasp at the sight before you: a large, winged serpentine beast grabs the poacher by the shoulders and they disappear.

"what--"

"that was an occamy!" anne shouts, running to your side to embrace you and ominis, "thank goodness you're alright!" sebastian runs to you all, sighing in relief when he sees no one is hurt.

you turn to ominis, still in shock. "you saved me..."

"i promised i would," he tells you.

"but..." you turn back to the sky, where you see the occamy flying closer and closer. ominis says nothing, but waves his wand to materialize his suitcase and open it. the occamy flies into it and it shuts. "the occamy..."

"professor howin or ellie peck will make sure that she gets back to her home."

you nod at him, a smile slowly forming on your face before you rush in and plant a small kiss on his cheek. flushing, you start to walk back to where you dropped your broom, ignoring the teasing grin on anne's face.

"well, that was--"

"if you say one more thing sebastian, i will have the occamy choke you."

-

years later, anne and sebastian sallow find themselves in front of a tiny cottage by the sea. it has become tradition to spend the holidays here.

here to deliver the news, sebastian, now an auror, is excited to let them know. the gaunts have stopped looking for them.

you greet them at the door, throwing your arms around anne is joy. "happy christmas!" you tell her, "i'm so glad you made it here safely!"

"the only danger we encountered on the way here were the drunkards outside of feldcroft!" anne exclaims with a laugh, moving to take off her coat and hang it as you hug sebastian.

"any news?" you whisper against his ear.

sebastian pulls away from you with a grin, "yes. where is he?"

"in the studio," you nod to the direction of the room, "now off with your coat and let's move to the studio."

-

he has learned to enjoy it. at first, he huffed when you told him you bought him the wheel, but eventually, he realized how much he loved it. it was calming, and it certainly helped that you also appreciate the finished products he would gift you.

when sebastian tells him that the gaunts finally stopped searching, ominis couldn't really say he's relieved. he was relieved years ago, when he stopped feeling the dark shadow engulfing his being. despite that, he enjoys knowing that they didn't have to hide anymore.

he feels his wife's comforting hand on his shoulder, and he teasingly reaches for it with his own.

"ah, ominis, you're getting me dirty!" you complain, but he only laughs. "i have to go check on the food, and then we can all have dinner."

"how can you even move around with your condition?" sebastian asks, and you huff, rolling your eyes at him before cradling the swollen bump in front of you. "i don't think my child is as big-headed as you seb, that's why i'm still able to move around."

anne and ominis laugh at that. "i'll help," ominis announces, as he gets up from his potter wheel and makes his way towards the kitchen (where you proudly display the many potteries your husband made you).

the twins follow shortly, chortling at how domesticated you both look, especially after adopting a new name. this new name ominis is proud of, because not like the one he is born with, becoming a "potter" is his choice, and with you, he's all the better for it.

-

i was listening to please please please let me get what i want (idk if thats obvious)

i hope you all like this one ;A;

i popped out so many ominis fics today my thesis is jealous aaaaaaaa

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hobie's Boathouse

The S.S Anne Ark

[Headcanon Concept]

Here it is in all it's Grungy Glory. [Mentions of OCs below - Including my girl Disco-Spider Diane]

About Anne Ark:

The S.S Anne Ark is a modified wide-beam canal boat. Completely off-the-grid, and DIY'd by him, it's Hobie's pride and joy. The Anne Ark is three levels tall - a 'ground' floor, and upstairs, and a locked basement below the deck. The Anne Ark has two 'bedrooms' and one 'bathroom'. Hobie's bedroom is what was once the control room, gutted and converted and the second bedroom was once a small equipment space. Hobie has had Anne for four years, and after years of homelessness as a street kid, he happily calls it his forever home.

The Rooms:

The Living Room - [ Read more about Hobie's Living Room HERE ]

Hobie's make-shift art studio/recording booth/library/cat play area, the Living Room is where Hobie spends most of his time. It features his ratty old couch from Tower Hamlets, a ceiling mic for recording, and Hobie's pride and joy - his jukebox.

Hobie's Workshop

To the left of the jukebox is a hallway that leads to Hobie's workshop, and the staircase down to his locked basement.

Hobie's workshop if full of rubbish and metal that he'll tinker away with for hours. In fact, he made every prototype of his watch in that workshop (and there were many prototypes). Despite what one may assume, it's impeccable in there. He also keeps some gear for protests, as well as somethings he's working on for Spider-punk (barbed wire webs anyone?) OCs: Diane hardly goes in there, blessed with organic webs and cursed with technological incompetence. But sometimes he does invite people like Angel and Ale in.

Outdoor Back Deck

The 1st floor Back Deck houses the main parts of the engine. Hobie maintains and upgrades it regularly, trying out things like clean energy, and emission free designs. ________________________________________________

Behind the cat tree in the photo of the living room, there is a staircase that leads up to the second floor. The stairs open to: Hobie's Bedroom

Covered in army green shag carpet and a king size bed, Hobie's bedroom is nowhere near as put together as his workshop. I mean, the guy uses an amp as a nightstand.

There's usually clothes everywhere, thrifted or hand-made, but there's also a set of bean-bag chairs, dozens of posters, and an old busted-up (but working) TV.

His room as a large window facing his bed, what was once the main window of the boat's control room. The second floor stairs open up into his room, with a glass sliding door to the left that leads to the hallway.

Gwen's Bedroom

Gwen's bedroom is barely that - but she still appreciates it more than anything in the world. Hobie understands how important it is to have your own space when housing insecure, so he wanted her to have somewhere cozy, especially know that sometimes Gwen just wants to be alone. Most of Gwen's stuff his here, and she only keeps her clothes at the Society dorms.

The Decks

Front A hot spot Diane is known to throw raging parties after the band plays, and if you're looking for an encore, head down to Floor 1 and look up - Hobie is known to drop the red banner and play a show or two up there. Or night's off, it's a great place to have a smoke. Back The best place to be. During parties, this is dancefloor. Plus, it's a good place for snogging and looking out on the water. When not in party mode, Hobie cooks most of his food on the outdoor stove and grill. Having dinner out while watching the waves. ____________________________________________ The Colors:

Like Hobie, Anne has a whole spectrum of colors - and it's affected by a whole number of things.

Ranging from black and white to full on rainbow (on one rare occasion - now THAT was trippy), Anne Ark changes color the moment Hobie, or someone else, steps on board.

Sometimes, it can even adopt the art style of those inside - running watercolor when Gwen is upset, or going full harsh-shadow when Noir comes aboard.

Every person has a different color, ranging from yellow for people like Percy and Sacha or pink for Angel.

The Cats:

(pictured are Moto (left), and Pierogi (right)) [Read more about The BoatCats HERE] Other cats he has are: Acid & Viper (siblings), Creampuff (named by Diane) _______________________________________________

FAQ:

What's in Hobie's locked basement?

I don't know. He won't tell me. But it's something that means a lot to him. The basement spans the entirety of the lower-level of the boat.

How many cats does Hobie own?

If you ask, he'll say he doesn't own any. They're free to come and go as they please, and none of them have collars. All of his cats are adopted street cats - either too old, or too weak, or those who just wanted to live with him.

But if you ask Diane, she'll say 5. He's been mentioning bringing aboard a 6th.

Does Diane live on the houseboat?

No. Diane has her own Barbie Dreamhouse - a.k.a an all pink apartment back home in 1294's Harlem. She divides most of her time either there, or at the Black Panther Chapter House she was raised in a block or two away. She rarely stays with Hobie (maybe once or twice a month), and since Hobie messes up her throw pillows and always takes something from her closet, he hardly stays with her either.

Does Gwen live on the houseboat?

Mostly, yes. She has a dorm back at Society, and she sleeps there about 3 days a week. But the rest (including all weekends) is at the houseboat. Does Hobie sail/fish?

Yes, he does both.

What are Hobie's favorite colors?

He hates consistency. But Green, Pink, and Orange.

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Yeahhhhh so that's the houseboat. Whenever I mention Diane being on the boat, it's this I'm seeing :) And I just added in the favorite colors thing because why not

Welcome to my incredibly detailed mind palace of Hobie's house boat that does even look anything like the actual concept art lol

Stay as long as you like. Take your shoes off, make yourself comfortable. Hobie's grilling out back and Diane's making the Kool-Aid (sweet as hell for no reason smh).

Now per usual, take this photo of Hobie, and if the police ask about a boat or sumn tell em u aint seen shit ok

Bye.

_______________________ OCs mentioned:

Disco-Spider Diane @mothmothmothmothmothmoth 's Sacha

@thewolfsoul 's Percy

@onmyownside1 's Angel

@spidey-bie 's Ansi

@suchholydebauchery 's Asa

anon's Alejandro

(i think that all I mentioned lol)

[uhohwhathaveidone]

Can I request a Sebastian sallow x reader fic that would be about the reader and Sebastian being childhood friends that have feelings for each other the reader and Sebastian both yearn for affection from each other but they are scared that the other doesn’t like them so they both started avoiding each other in hopes the feelings goes away but every situation and class finds them reuniting again the reader secretly holds Sebastian hands during charms class and Sebastian is just shocked (uhhh you can decide what happens after!! My dumbass really hasn’t thought much about it but I can’t wait to see what you do)

You called? I'm here with a gift!

Here With Me (S.S)

I accidently got carried away with this and turned it into a hurt/comfort, i hope you're ok with that! I didn't really put any spoilers. Also I know you didn't specify like what house the reader was in, so I put them in Slytherin! This is also gender neutral, just so we all know. More to come soon, maybe even withing the next few hours, supply and demand, am I right? Anyway, enjoy! (Part 2, Cardigan)

You had been friends with the Sallow twins for as long as you could remember. You were especially close with Sebastian, whom you spent most of your time together with. You remember walking over to Mr. Sallow’s house one day with a small basket of treats made by your mother, who had asked you to walk them over as a gift. Anxiously, you walked along the dirt path, watching as leaves floated past you in the breeze. It was a nice fall day, the apple tarts were still warm, but you had to get to their house quickly to keep them that way, so you were unable to enjoy the day for too long. As you neared the house, you saw a young girl with brown hair playing in the front, a boy about the same age and with brown hair as well sat under a tree with a book in hand. Squinting, you could make out the drawing of a wand on the cover, and you understood why your mother sent you out to Mr. Sallow’s house. The town was mainly a wizard only area, but every now and then a muggle would move in. Some of the neighbors would play pranks on them to try to drive them out, and your mother did the same thing once before to an elderly couple that came to retire. Scared them near to death.

Mr. Sallow usually lived alone, minding himself as he always did, but he never had kids. You slowed your pace, wondering if you had started to walk toward the wrong house, until the girl looked up at you, shouting toward the house as she ran inside. The boy looked up from his book and looked at you curiously. You froze, caught in the act of walking to the wrong house. Wide-eyed, you slowly walked towards the boy. “Um, hello.” You said, quietly. The boy stood a bit taller than you, and had chocolate brown eyes, ones that matched his hair. He smiled, “Hello there, I’m Sebastian. Who are you?” You fiddled with the basket, “My name is-.” The door to the house opened, Mr. Sallow walking out with the girl behind him. “Ah! Hello there, y/n! It’s nice to see you!” He greeted, walking over, and patting your head. Your face brightened, glad that you hadn’t stumbled upon the wrong house. “Good afternoon, Mr. Sallow! My mother made some apple tarts and asked me to bring some over for you.” You handed the basket to him and he grabbed one, taking a bite. “Your mother is a saint. Why don’t you come inside? You haven’t met my niece and nephew yet, no?” You shook your head.

The inside of the house was cozy as always, maybe a little cramped by boxes, no doubt from the two new kids. He introduced you to Sebastian properly, and to his twin sister Anne. They were the same age as you were, as well as magically gifted. He didn’t go into details, but he told you that the twins would be living with him from now on, and that the three of you should get along well. Anne had reached to grab a tart, eyeing it curiously. Mr. Sallow motioned that she could have one, and she took a bite. Her eyes seemed to glow as she hurriedly bit into it again. Sebastian watched his sister as she ate the tart, bits of apple sticking to her lips. It seemed to convince him they were good, as he grabbed one as well and took a bite. “Merlin’s beard! These really are good.” You shuffled your feet as you watched the two devour half the basket in minutes.

“Do tell your mother we appreciate the gift.” Mr. Sallow said, placing the rest of the treat on a plate and handing the basket back to you. You nodded and started out the door, the twins quickly meeting your side. “So, show us where your house is!” Sebastian said happily. Anne walked on your other side as you nodded, walking back in the direction of your home. They asked many questions for such a short walk. “Have you lived here long?” “What’s it like here?” “Do you have any more of those treats?” You smiled and answered their questions, reaching your house and turning around. “This is where I live.” You said, gesturing to your door. Sebastian nodded, “Got it. We’ll be seeing you soon then!” He said, grabbing Anne’s hand as they walked back to their house.

The next couple of days the twins would be at your door, asking if you wanted to go play with them. You agreed, of course, and found that they were lots of fun to be around.  One night, they had invited you over for a sleepover, and while Anne had fallen asleep ten minutes into the activities you had planned, Sebastian was still wide awake. He grabbed a book from one of the shelves and sat next to you in the blanket fort the three of you had made. You had to carefully set a candle in the middle of the fort, so you were able to see the words. Sebastian would read to you until you fell asleep, then he would extinguish the candle and grab the blanket, snuggling up to you and falling asleep as well.

When winter came, the three of you were always outside. Sebastian had wanted to make an igloo one day, and it took you two whole days to even get halfway done. When it was finally done, you didn’t know what else to do. Any blanket you put in there would get very cold, and maybe even freeze, so you decided to deem it as a landmark, and began building other snow structures around the yard, making a small snow town. Anne had made a snow man and said it was going to be the minister of the town, in which Sebastian had to remind her that the Minister didn’t have time to watch over a small town, and that a mayor would be a better fit.

Another time, you had been playing with Anne’s hair, braiding it, and putting it up in all sorts of different styles. You even began to teach Sebastian how to do hair so he could give Anne any hairstyle she wanted, but since you were already practicing on Anne, he could use your hair. That was a mistake, as minutes later Sebastian had tried to braid a section of your hair, only to fail. He swore that he could fix it, and tried to untangle the strands and try again. It resulted in a huge knot that couldn’t be saved, and your mother ended up having to cut your hair. The next day you showed up, Sebastian apologized while Anne could only giggle at the whole ordeal.

When you turned 11, an owl showed up with a letter attached to its leg. You had been invited to Hogwarts, and you ran over to the Sallow’s place in excitement. The twins also got their letters, and your mother offered to take the three of you out to get the supplies required, along with your very own wand. When you made it to Hogwarts, you fiddled with your fingers, anxious about the sorting ceremony. Sebastian tried to sheer you up, stating , ”We’ll all be in the same house, there’s no way we aren’t.” You nodded as you held onto his arm, watching as Anne was called up and the hat was placed on her head. Wide-eyed, you watched as she was sorted into Slytherin, and she smiled at the two of you as she walked over to her new house. Sebastian was next, and he flashed you a smile as he walked up, hat placed on his head as well. The Sorting Hat mumbled to itself before placing him into Slytherin as well, and you clapped as he walked over to his sister. The names were being called out and you stood there, anxiety growing. When you were finally called up, you walked up, shaking. The hat sat upon your head, asking you questions and seemingly just having a conversation with you. Eventually, the hat came to a decision, and you smiled and trotted over to Sebastian and Anne when the hat yelled Slytherin.

Over breaks, the three of you were able to practice together on your magic, and found ways to do things that you had done when you were younger much easier. Reading when you were supposed to be sleeping had become less of a fire hazard and more of a hand cramp activity, finally able to cast Lumos to use as a light to read with. You had also sent owls to your new friend, Ominis, offering to let him stay for a day or so to hang out. Snowball fights had become more like a warzone as you began to learn charms and hexes, able to make the snowballs throw themselves now.

You were sleeping one night during your break back after you finished your third year, excited to wake up in the morning and hang out with your friends. You had gotten up to get a drink sometime in the early morning, the moon was still up and the birds hadn’t begun to sing yet. There was a strange noise outside as you poured a glass of water, but you didn’t seem to notice. More sounds began to emerge, and you made your way upstairs to your mother’s room to ask her about it. Half asleep, your mother brushed it off as some dogs getting into a fight and told you to head back to bed, so you did. When you woke up, you quickly got dressed and grabbed a basket for the fresh apple pie your mother had just finished baking. She looked tired, maybe worried, you noted, but headed out.

As you neared the house, you noticed a lot more people around than normal. There was even a police officer heading towards Mr. Sallow’s house. You picked up your pace as you weaved around your neighbors and made it to the front door. It was a mess, splinters all over the porch and ground, and the windows were broken. You looked around, not seeing Sebastian or Anne, and tried to get into the house. Mr. Sallow sat in a chair at the kitchen table, muttering to the officer and wringing his hands. You looked into the living room, finding Sebastian and Anne sitting on a couch, a medic kneeling down and looking over Anne. You placed the basket on a corner table and slowly walked over, examining the room. The place was a mess, some chairs were overturned, portraits were thrown off the wall. Sebastian sat there, a blank stare as he watched the medic look over Anne. “What happened here?” You asked, standing in front of Sebastian. He looked up at you and jumped off the couch, enveloping you in a hug. He explained that the house had been raided, and that they had done something to Anne. The medic had been checking Anne over for any signs of injury, yet there were none, which didn’t explain the agony she was in. The medic said that he didn’t know what was wrong, and said there was nothing he could really do about it, and he left. Sebastian stood over Anne, cursing the medic under his breath.

Anne was in too much pain to return to Hogwarts, and you and Sebastian sat with Ominis on the train in silence. The whole year, the three of you tried to find a way to help Anne, but to no avail. Sebastian began to keep to himself around you, and you began to feel inside that something was different.

You walked down the hall to your Herbology class, alone. Sebastian had withdrew himself even more, and would sometimes not even look at you. You felt like you did something wrong, but Ominis had assured you it was not your fault. You didn’t believe him, of course, as you watched Sebastian be himself around everyone but you. Your heart hurt to see it, it felt like you were losing your best friend, yet you were partially glad for it. You had no idea when it began, but you had started to harbor feelings for Sebastian, and you had fought those feelings, telling yourself that you were wrong to have such feelings while still unable to find a cure for Anne. You knew Sebastian wanted nothing more than for Anne to be cured, and you knew he would put everything aside until he reached that goal. Sighing to yourself, you walked through the grass to Professor Garlick’s class, adjusting the strap of your bag and moving your hair away from your face. The breeze was soft and warm, fall hadn’t arrived yet and the summer was still in full. The air wasn’t too hot, but you knew that, when you walked into the greenhouse, you would miss the summer breeze, being replaced with humid air and the smell of plants to fill your senses. You walked in and greeted the professor, taking your usual seat.

Sabastian walked with Ominis, talking about his excitement for charms. He heard that they were going to go over some healing spells, and that it would be a big step in helping Anne. Ominis nodded as he walked beside him, mindful of his surroundings. Sebastian had been searching for a whole year for ways to help his sister, alongside you and Ominis. Sebastian knew that you wanted to help Anne just as much as he did, and his mood dropped a bit. Ominis had mentioned to him about your concerns for him, and Sebastian had felt guilty for avoiding you. While you were his best friend, one he had known for years, he couldn’t help the feelings that had begun to grow, and knew that now wasn’t the time to go after them. He was worried you would reject him, telling him that being best friends was enough, or even asking that they no longer be friends. He was also worried that you might scold him for trying to pursue a relationship when he should have been looking for a way to help his sister. Either way, he didn’t see a happy ending if he confessed, and the only way to keep his feelings at bay, he thought, was to avoid you in hopes that they would go away. He was brought out of his thoughts as he neared the greenhouse, and his heart began to beat at a faster pace. All his attempts to lose those feelings he had for you would be broken down each time he walked into class, as he had to take his seat next to you each day. There was a moment where he would be more than glad to have all his classes with you, but when he was trying to get over you? It was torture. He sighed as he walked in and took his seat next to you.

When the time came for Charms, Sebastian had forgotten the whole “Avoid your best friend” mindset and walked happily with you and Ominis, talking about what he was expecting from the class. You smiled as he talked, heart doing backflips every time he looked over to you with that smile. You became excited as well, hopeful that you would find something to help. As you took your seats, you and Sebastian grabbed your books out quickly, turning to the chapter you would be going over. So far, the spells you were reading about were only ones that could heal wounds like broken bones, split lips, etc. Nothing that Anne was experiencing. You had begun to lose hope, until the professor turned the page. “Reprifors is a spell often used to heal other ailments, like those that had been caused by magic itself.” Your eyes widened as you read the page, looking over to Sebastian, who had seemed to freeze. Without even thinking, you grabbed his hand under the desk, your eyes bright as you gave him a wide smile. Sebastian stared at you, still frozen. His mind was going faster than a Hippogriff in flight. This could be what he was looking for, a way to save his sister. If the spell worked, not only would he have his sister back, but maybe even his best friend. He would be able to finally share his feelings with you and you could accept them. He didn’t even realize that you were holding his hand until you gave it a squeeze, and he finally looked down. He felt his cheeks flush, and when you followed his gaze, your face heated up as well. You quickly let go, clearing your throat and returning to your book.

The two of you began to get close again after that, meeting up and practicing the spell, trying to perfect it. “This is it. This spell is clearly what we’re looking for!” You said happily, trying the spell once again. You didn’t really have a way to know if the spell was working at first, so you and Sebastian took turns taking a jinx or hex to the face, and then trying the spell. You had both done it right three times in a row, and had deemed that you were ready. All you had to do now was wait for a chance to make it home.

As you trudged through the snow toward the village, you conversed excitedly with Sebastian. “We’re finally going to do it! Isn’t it exciting?” You asked, taking Sebastian’s hand, walking faster. Sebastian could only nod in response as he felt his cheeks flush once again from you grabbing his hand. You had been extra affectionate to him since the two of you learned the spell. Sebastian even began to think you started to share the feelings he had for you, but part of him kept telling him it was because you were happy to help Anne. On the other hand, you had begun to let go of hiding your feelings, believing that once Anne was okay you would be able to tell Sebastian your feelings, and you slowly began to warm up to the idea.

The cold breeze made your nose cold, and brought back memories of when you were kids, a smile growing on your face. “Come on!” You shouted, beginning to run. The snow crunched under your feet as you dragged Sebastian behind you. Desperate to catch up, Sebastian moved faster, slipping on a patch of ice you somehow managed to dodge. He fell, and you took the moment to turn and laugh. Suddenly, a wave of cold contacts your face, and you wipe away the snow. Sebastian laughed this time, readying another snowball.  You run behind a tree and start to make your own snowballs, launching them in Sebastian’s direction, not caring if they hit or not. A snowball hits you in face, even from behind the tree, no doubt from Sebastian. “That’s cheating!” You shouted as you watched him enchant the snowballs he made. He only shrugged and laughed as they flew towards you, with no sign of stopping. Shrieking, you drop to your knees, covering your face. The snowballs pelted you, and you counted about ten of them. Looking up, you could see Sebastian start making more snowballs, and you took the chance to jump him. You ran after him, jumping a little as you grabbed him, pinning him to the ground. You took his wand and stuffed it into your pocket, smiling in triumph.

Sebastian looked up at you, cheeks red from the cold and closeness. He studies your features, memorizing how your face had droplets of melting snow, and how you breathed heavily after the small battle you just had. He felt as if he was back home, playing in the snow with you a year after meeting you. You had done the same thing, pinning him to the ground, not letting him go until he surrendered, which he always refused to do. If he took too long, you would even grab snow and threaten to smother him, but you weren’t doing that this time. Instead, you sat there, trying to catch your breath. Sebastian watched as you shivered, your nose had gotten extremely red, and took the opportunity to try the move he did when you were kids. Quickly, he grabbed your waist and pulled you down on top of him, wrapping his arms around you and locking you in. Usually, this would end in his rolling over, pinning you to the ground, but instead, he kept you there, sharing the warmth his body was kicking out. He sighs and nuzzles into your shoulder, muttering, “Thank You.” You smiled and raised an eyebrow; one he couldn’t see. “For what?” “For everything.”

You followed behind Sebastian as he stormed out of the house, cursing to himself. You had made it to Anne and told her that you had a spell that would help her. Yet, after trying the spell over five times, she didn’t feel different. Anne was still in pain. Sebastian was distraught, watching his hopes come crashing down into the ground. You ran after him, now, trying to find a reason as to why it didn’t work. He makes it to the tree, where he sat when you first walked to his house, basket in hand. He drops into the snow, throwing his wand in anger. You slowed your pace and watched intently to see what he would do next. His shoulders shook once, and he sniffled. You made your way to stand in front of him, looking down to see his face wet with tears, brows furrowed in anger and annoyance. He looked up at you, his brown eyes seemingly darker than what you’re used to. “Nothing is working how I want it.” He heaved, “Anne is still sick. She’s still in pain.” You knelt down, placing your hand on his shoulder. He continued, “The spell didn’t work, my plan didn’t work.” Your gaze softened, watching as more tears slid down his cheeks. “My plans never work.”

You pull him into a hug, wrapping your arms around him and rubbing his back. He buried his face into your shoulder, muttering. “And I tried to stay away from you, and here you are. You’re being the caring person that’s been by my side.” You listened, your own tears beginning to pool in your eyes. “I thought, if I stayed away from you, my feelings would go away. At least until we helped Anne.” Your grip tightened around him, your tears finally falling as you realized that you had been doing the same thing. You had been protecting each other from your own feelings. More tears spilled from your eyes as you tried to convey your own feelings back, unsure if you would be able to talk. “And my feelings didn’t go away. And you’re still here, even after all this.” You nodded, moving your head from his shoulder and pressing it against his own. “Thank you.” You hummed in response. “Thank you for being here with me.”

[preciouslandmermaid]

of songbirds, swords, and spice (3)

pairing: Opla!Zoro x Opla!Sanji x Fem! Reader (no use of Y/N or L/N)

tw: none

🏴‍☠️ read on AO3 🏴‍☠️

(masterpost)

<- (previous chapter)

You awoke to Mimi hitting your face with her soft paw while sitting on your chest. You rolled over, causing Mimi to leap off and onto your pillows. She meowed, offended.

"Good morning," you grumbled, blindly reaching out to pet her, but she stayed out of the reach of your fingertips. These mornings never get old. You didn't know why Mimi didn't bother Estella instead, considering the older woman often woke before you. I'll find Estella in the gazebo outside at this hour. You rolled over again, watching the clouds pass behind your green curtains, and thought of the moss-haired swordsman. I bet he's already gone. The whole crew probably set sail this morning.

Mimi meowed louder this time.

"Yes, I'm awake."

The day waited for no man (or cat). Mimi wound her body through your ankles, determined to trip you and meowing incessantly until you finally fed her. Afterward, you opened the back door to the sound of giggling children and laughing adults.

"Big sister!" Clover, a seven-year-old girl with bright lilac eyes and long dark hair, ran to you. "Play jump rope with us!"

"We don't—" your words cut off, realizing that the unfamiliar laughter belonged to Luffy, and he was using his rubberized arm as a jump rope. Aiden's brown curls bounced when he jumped, his face red and serious.

"Mornin'," Luffy said your name, "you can have a turn after Aiden, but he's doing a seriously good job; like, look at this – it's impressive!"

Clover said, "We're waiting for Sanji to finish cooking, and then we get to have a great big feast. Isn't that right, Grandma?"

Estella's eyes glimmered like melted toffee, "Indeed, that's right, my girl." She sat under the shade of a palm tree beside Nami and smiled at you.

Suddenly, three children screeched in delight, and you turned to your left to see Usopp gesturing wildly.

"The great octopus was upon us!" he said, "and so I lifted my slingshot. That's when I realized I only had one ammunition left..."

Utakuro, Ann, and Badger were wholly absorbed in his story, their eyes bright and small arms clinging to one another like they were each other's lifeboats. You took a small, hesitant step backward. It's too late to hide back in the house. You didn't want to go into the kitchen despite your rumbling stomach. Not because you disliked Sanji, but because you weren't sure how to cope with all of this...exuberance. It wasn't even midday, and everyone acted like today was a big party. Did everyone forget the golden cupid was attacked and destroyed last night?

Aiden flopped onto the sand, panting.

"Okay, big sister, it's your turn." Clover pulled you forward. Why is she so strong for a seven-year-old? You thought ruefully. You couldn't argue with Clover (unless you wanted to lose). Her willpower and stubbornness were as terrifying as a tsunami.

Luffy asked, "Ready?"

You shrugged and blinked the last dredges of sleep from your eyes.

"On three," you said.

"You're a great help, Clover," Sanji said as the little girl helped him carry the large platters of food. She giggled in response and carried the plate of onigiri to the picnic blanket.

"About time," Zoro quipped, sitting cross-legged and leaning against the palm tree. Sanji's gaze slid over the ill-tempered swordsman, ignoring him, and focused on you. You laid on your back, your face shiny with sweat, and a small brown-haired child – no older than five, Sanji guessed – sat on your chest.

"Get up, big sister!" the child said, pulling at the front of your shirt. "Come on! Again!"

Sanji thought you looked radiant.

"Not now, Aiden," you said.

"She needs to regain her strength," Sanji added. He saw Luffy and the children playing jump rope from the kitchen window. When you joined, your expression was fond and exasperated. Sanji was surprised and touched. How many layers do you have, performer? He wondered to himself. A decent fighter, loved by children, looking after your grandmother...There was so much about you he didn't know and likely would never learn. He doubted Luffy would stay at Nightingale Island for another day. The Grand Line awaited them.

He set down the platter containing the main dish: stuffed rolled omelets with spinach and mozzarella alongside steamed rice, onigiri, and miso soup. The technique to roll the omelet had been tricky but rewarding, and his heart glowed with pride. He loved cooking, and more than the act itself—he loved sharing his cooking.

"This looks amazing, Sanji," Luffy said.

Estella said, "It does. Thank you again, Sanji."

Sanji smiled softly. "It was no trouble." He offered a plate to Estella. "And might I add that you are absolutely radiant this morning, Madam."

You chuckled. "Don't fall for his charm, Grandma."

"I've got plenty of charm to spare," he said, "I thought you were beautiful last night, but you're even more stunning in the daylight."

He assumed you'd roll your eyes, scoff, or laugh awkwardly, which were the typical reactions whenever he flirted with a woman. However, you surprised him for the second time this morning. You held your plate, the steam wafting toward your chin, and stared at him. His face prickled with awareness. He felt flayed, like raw fish on the cutting board, before your perceptive eyes cut away and left him dumbfounded. What was that? He cleared his throat and adjusted his smile back onto his face before serving the brown-haired boy – Aiden – a small portion of omelet and rice.

"Are you leaving today?" You asked the crew.

He watched your graceful hands push Clover's long, straight hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ears. Clover grinned up at you and whispered a soft 'thank you' before she started to eat. They've got quite the little family here. He wondered what would happen if someone wanted to adopt Clover or any other children or if they remained in Celesta's home for lost children until adulthood.

"Probably," answered Luffy.

Your eyes fell to your plate, but Sanji wasn't sure if it was disappointment or relief that crossed your lovely face.

"I do have a favor to ask," Estella said, "if you wouldn't mind hearing me out. You've already done so much for us, so I won't take it personally if you refuse."

At her words, your eyes snapped upward, and you groaned aloud.

"Shush, songbird." Estella patted the back of your hand.

Zoro muttered, "Saving your business wasn't enough?"

Nami elbowed him, and Sanji glared at the moss-head. He has no social tact. Although he suspected Nami was only interested in the monetary benefit of helping the affluent Madam Estella. However, Luffy rarely turned down an opportunity to help someone. He liked that about their captain, even if it got them into trouble. You pushed the leftover food on your plate onto Aiden's and ruffled his brown curls.

"On the other side of Nightingale Island is a place known as Raven's Crag."

"A myth," you interrupted, "a fairy tale that we tell tourists."

"Inside Raven's Crags is an ivory puzzle box. A part of Pandora's treasure, I believe." She said, ignoring your interruption. "I'm too old to get it. It's the final piece of my collection. I know you said I should get it regardless of my age, but I can't leave the island, which is why –"

Luffy cut in, "Completing this collection is your dream, right?"

"It is."

Luffy said, "We'll help you."

"She'll go with you." Estella gestured to you. "It's good to get her out of the house."

"But, Grandma, the shows!"

Sanji's heart swelled. She sounds like me when I wouldn't leave Zeff. He couldn't help but acknowledge the similarities between you both. You and Estella shared an intense bond that transcended any blood you shared, and he wished to know more. He wanted to understand your relationship with the old woman. He wanted to understand you. You interested him.

"Your show doesn't happen until the next full moon, and besides, we need to repair the golden cupid anyway." Estella smiled and cupped your cheek. "Do me this favor, my girl."

Perhaps I'll have time to ask her when aboard the Merry.

"Fine," you said it begrudgingly.

"Cool!" Clover's eyes brightened. "Big sister gets to go on an adventure."

Several of the children, many of whom Sanji didn't know the names of, began to speak at once.

"I want to come!"

"Me too!"

"You're not old enough."

"I am."

"I want to be like the brave Captain Usopp!"

"Does big sister get a sword?"

"I want a sword!"

"Enough, enough." Estella's voice rang out above the rest. "Nami, could we speak in my trinket room? That's where I keep all my maps."

Nami, balancing her plate on her knees, said, "Of course."

Zoro stood with his arms crossed outside Estella's trinket room. This annoying black cat kept running into his ankles and making soft 'prrupb' noises. He gently pushed the cat away with his foot for the thousandth time.

"Get lost," he grumbled.

The cat, undeterred, rolled onto its back and wiggled.

"Whatever," Zoro said to the cat, "I'm going to the ship."

The cat trotted ahead of him as if it was leading the way. This stupid cat was going to trip him. He nudged the cat away, but it continued to follow him.

Zoro said, "What're you doing? You live here. Stay."

The staircase creaked behind him. He turned to see you dressed comfortably and holding a bag over your shoulder. He searched your face, waiting for that feeling to overtake him like it did in the golden cupid, but nothing happened. It must've been some kind of fluke, he told himself, some part of the performance. Maybe they spike their booze with something.

"Good luck getting Mimi to listen," you said, adjusting the strap of your bag. "She listens to two things in this world – fresh tuna and live mice."

"She doesn't listen to you then?" he said, pushing the black ball of fluff to the side, watching her short and stubby feet scramble against the hardwood. Determined little creature, he'd give it that credit at least.

You laughed. "Nope."

Nami entered the hallway holding a map and said, "Okay, it should only take us about four hours to reach Raven's Crag."

"That's plenty of time for a nap at least," said Zoro.

"Didn't you already sleep in this morning?" Sanji tucked his hands into his pockets, tilting his head slightly. Zoro's pulse throbbed inside his temples. Annoying ass, nosy cook.

"That's not your business, is it?"

Luffy slung his arms over Zoro and Sanji's shoulders, "Enough talking! Estella's treasure is waiting for us. Let's go!"

Mimi's black tail stood at attention, and she trotted soundlessly in the sand behind the pirates.

You unintentionally trailed behind the crew, perhaps out of some subconscious urge to delay your departure. You disliked that Estella tossed you into this situation, but you understood her reasoning.

It wasn't that she wanted you out of the house. It was the fact that she trusted you. Traveling to Raven's Crag was risky enough regardless of whether someone traveled by sea or by land, which was why she never sent you alone. Estella saw an opportunity within these pirates. That's all this was.

Sanji slowed his long strides until he was walking with you.

"Zeff," he said suddenly, "that's his name."

"Huh? Who?"

"The person who Estella reminds me of," Sanji said.

The sunlight caressed its light through his white-blonde hair and framed his lean form. His dark suit jacket, hooked by two fingers, swung over his shoulder. If you didn't know any better or hadn't seen him fight with your own eyes, then you wouldn't have suspected Sanji to be anything more than a well-dressed tourist. The palm trees rustled and swayed overhead, listening silently to your conversation.

"Our ship was caught in a terrible storm after being attacked by Zeff's crew," he said, his eyes bright in the sun. "We were stranded on a rock together for weeks."

"Quite the bonding experience," you said.

Sanji chuckled softly. "Indeed."

He continued his story, although you couldn't surmise the reason as to why he felt compelled to share it. He told you about his shared dream with Zeff to find the 'All Blue' and how Zeff ate his own leg rather than allow Sanji to starve. The pieces started to click into place. On some level, Sanji understands how Estella takes care of me, even though he doesn't know the whole story.

However, you weren't inclined to share your story with him even after he graciously shared his. You saw the similarities between Sanji and yourself. Estella was an older woman, someone to whom you felt indebted, who looked after you as much as you looked after her. She didn't lose a limb to save you, but she would have—if it came to it. And you would gladly risk life and limb for her. That was the depth of your bond.

You stopped walking, and sunlight poured heat across your exposed skin like liquid gold. Your heartbeat felt loud in your ears. You were half-aware of Luffy excitedly talking as he boarded the Going Merry.

Sanji said your name with curiosity and concern, bleeding through his tone.

You met his eyes and let their intense all-blue burn into you.

"It sounds like he loved you," you said.

Sanji's expression shuddered as your words hit their mark. You didn't intend to wound him. Not exactly, anyway. However, you needed a well-placed truth to silence him. You didn't need Sanji to draw conclusions about your relationship with Estella. You needed him to mind his business, make breakfast, and help you find Pandora's final puzzle box. You weren't here to make friends.

Sanji shook his head. "Speaking of love," he said quickly.

"Yeah, speaking of love, I'd love some peace and quiet," you said before he could continue his thought.

Nami laughed from her spot at the helm, and you smiled to yourself.

Sitting on the sheep head, Luffy lifted his arms overhead and yelled, "To Raven's Crag!"

-> next chapter

[annabelle--cane]

okay. round up of lingering protocol thoughts/predictions before the patreon early release tomorrow and the wide release on thursday. I did listen to the pilot draft back in october, but the following takes are only about publicly available information, I'll save anything else for later this week.

the title. "the magnus archives" wasn't just the main location of the original show, it was integral for the framing device of every episode and the meat of the protagonist's journey. if this title functions at all similarly, then "the magnus protocol" means, well, the protocol to follow in the event of "magnus." this implies to me that a main force behind the plot is going to be the OIAR responding to Something that happens with their world's burnt down magnus institute, and that following set rules and codes will be a major theme. less passive observation and cataloging, more the unstoppable force of bureaucracy.

same vibes for "vigilo. audio. opperior." (I watch. I listen. I wait.) vs "non vacillabimus" (we will not falter). to me, a promise not to falter implies steadfast action in the face of resistance as opposed to passive absorption of experiences.

I am still pulling for agnes relevance. lowri ann davies playing celia ripley, "celia" being the name her archives character chose after losing her memory, that character's strange interaction with a fire ghost woman. if we presume this is the same universe as the one the statement giver came from in mag 114, the tree at hilltop road was still standing when she crossed over, implying agnes was still alive over there as of 2009. jonny's comments in q&as about wishing he has done a little bit more with agnes. it could happen.

I. I've been sitting here trying to figure out a take for what's up with gwendolyn bouchard because her connection to elias obviously has to be relevant somehow, but I've got nothing. archives verse elias was meant to be middle aged (at least in body) by the time of the show and my guess is that gwen's in her 20s so she might be a younger sister? a cousin? theoretically possible that she could be a daughter but the idea of elias raising children in either his original or jonah forms makes my brain return a 404 error. don't like that.

bonzo

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Humans And Mutants - Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Title: Playing Tricks On You

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Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Bobby, Rogue, Pyro, Mystique, Magneto, Stryker, Wilkins, Lyman, Jean, Ororo, Anne, and Charles (Mentioned)

WC: 1,948

Warnings: X-Men canon fighting, X-Men canon storyline, death, killing, slow burn, slight suggestiveness, teasing, guns mentioned, and slight angst

(Sorry, if this series is a bit odd, I made this in 2018)

Later that night, Ororo was still trying to fix the jet as Jean emerged from the underbelly and turned towards her. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I’ll try it again.”

She walked past Rogue, who slept next to Bobby, his arm was wrapped around her. Next to them, Pyro sat, angrily watching Kurt as he hung from a tree by his tail, asleep.

Logan tried to sleep in his text, wrapping in his sleeping bag and extra blanket, but it wasn’t long until Logan’s eyes sprung open as the tent flap silently slipped apart. A female figure entered. It was Jean. She sat on his sleeping bag as he eyed her curiously, opening his mouth to speak. She pressed her finger to his lips.

“No.” She crawled on top and began to kiss him. He kissed back, sliding his hand under her shirt before his claws pressed against her abdomen. He looked at her as she looked back and smirked, her eyes then turned yellow as she transformed into Mystique, her true form. Her mouth traveled to his ear. “No one ever left a scar quite like you.” She whispered as Logan narrowed his eyes.

“What do you want, an apology?” He asked as Mystique just sat up.

“You know what I want.”

“But, what do you want?” He asked as she then suddenly transformed to Ororo, then with a smile to Rogue, then to Stryker.

Logan throws her to the ground, and Mystique chuckles lightly, “What do you really want?” She then slowly transformed into you, as Logan narrowed his already narrowed eyes and growled lightly.

“I want you to get out.”

She sneered and snapped back into her true form, but before leaving, she turned to Logan, "I see the way you look at her."

~~~

The next morning, the X-Jet lifted up into the glowing morning sky. Rogue, Bobby, and Kurt watched Logan and Ororo suit-up into their battle uniforms, attaching small black receivers to their ears. Logan tossed a radio earpiece to you as you were adjusting your boots, and you caught it skillfully before it fell to the ground.

“Where’s ours?” Bobby asked, as Logan gave him a brief glance.

“On order. Should arrive in a few years.” Logan said, making you laugh out loud lightly, causing Bobby, Rogue, and Logan to look at her.

“Come on, Teach. Tell us we are not going to stay here for this mission?”

Bobby asked you, as you gave the teen a small smile, shrugging.

You readjusted the earpiece in your ear, “Well, sadly, yes. In a place full of snow, we don’t really need your help. Sorry, Bobby.” You replied as you pulled your X-Men leather jacket on.

Bobby gave out a huff as Ororo called Rogue up to the cockpit.

Rogue moved towards the controls, Bobby following close behind, holding onto the back of the cockpit seat. Ororo pointed appropriately to the controls and displays. “After we touch down and go in, you’re in charge. If something happens to us… Use the ascension control to get the plane off the ground. Do not try to control the plane while it’s in the air. The auto-navigation system will fly you home.” She explained to the young girl, who nodded, slightly nervous about the whole idea.

“Then what?” Bobby asked as Logan entered the cockpit.

“You’ve all got superpowers. Figure it out.”

In the back of the jet, Magneto sat across from Pyro. He held his helmet in his lap as the young boy just stared at him. “They say you’re the bad guy.” Pyro said, as Magneto gave him a small grin.

“Is that what they say?”

Pyro eyed the helmet. “That's a dorky looking helmet. What’s it for?”

He asked and Magento spoke up again.

“This dorky looking helmet is the only thing that’s going to protect me from the real bad guy. What’s your name?” He asked and Pyro shifted in his seat, straightening his back. 

“John.” Pyro replied.

“What’s your real name, John?” Magneto asked before Pyro answered once more.

Pyro thought for a moment. Apprehensive, he flicked his lighter open and began to play with the small flame. “Pyro.” He finally replied.

“That’s quite a talent you have there, Pyro.” Magneto said, as the boy in question looked up at the older man.

“I can only manipulate it. I can’t create it.” He spoke, but Magento just gave him a grin. 

“You are a God among pests. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

~~~

Stryker sat on the edge of a chair, bouncing a ball against a wall. Anne began to turn on the monitor, one by one. Each monitor displayed Charles’s children in custody.

“Why keep the children here, if they’re just going to die?” Anne asked Stryker as he continued to toss the ball at the wall.

“Why? So we can make sure that it’s working.” He answered as Anne turned back to the monitors.

~~~

Above the skies of Alkali Lake, the X-Jet hovered in the air. You, Logan, Jean, and Ororo assembled around a floating 3D hologram that showed a photographic terrain map of the landscape. Magneto and Mystique also perceived, but stood back a bit. Logan looked strongly at it, staring at it as he thought. The dam, tunnels, and Alkali base are all visible. From the naked eye, nothing but snow met the base and dam.

Jean clicked a button. “This is a topographic map of the area.” She spoke, before the holographic map suddenly changed into a brilliant red, with differing degrees of pink and white marks that serve repetitive impact over time. “And here are the recent density changes. The lighter the mark, the heavier the activity.” She continued, gesturing to the screen once more.

They saw a list of white lines come out of the right tunnel. Logan shook his head with a sly smile. “That’s the entrance.”

Jean switched the map once again. It turned crystal blue with varying degrees of white and blue water activity. The entrance tunnel and spillway are all dark blue. “This shows the depth of the ice that covers the ground, water movement.”

Ororo leaned closer to the screen, the gears in her head turning, “If we all go in here, he could flood the spillway.” She then said, pointing to the spillway.

Jean looked to Kurt. “Can you teleport inside?” She asked him as he shook his head.

“I have to be able to see where I’m going, otherwise I could wind up inside a wall.” He explained as Jean sighed and turned to you.

“What about you?” You sadly shook your head, your hair getting in your face slightly.

“I can’t. After reading Logan's mind I can't really do much right now." You raised your hand to brush the stray strands away.

There was a long pause before Logan spoke, “I have an idea.” 

~~~

Logan walked alone down the spillway corridor. He came upon the run-off shafts and gazed into the corridor on the right. No sign of water. He carefully continued inside. “Stryker!” His voice reverberated through the massive tunnel. “It’s me. Wolverine!” Logan yelled. He walked further into the tunnel, still, no signs of water. Above him, a small video camera in the shadows watched Logan approaching.

In the control room, Wilkins, a fatigued guard, looked up to see Logan on one of the monitors. Anne looked over his shoulder. “What do you want me to do?” Wilkins asked as the woman stared down at the monitors.

“Flood it.” She demanded as Wilkins moved for a button.

His finger just brushed the button before Stryker stopped him, “Wait.” He peered over their shoulders and smiled. “Is he alone?”

“Yes, sir.” Wilkins replied.

Wilkins had his finger on the button, waiting. Stryker pauses, thinking.

“Send a team, and bring him to me in the North Corridor. Carefully.”

Stryker said to Anne and she was quick to stand and lead a few men to get Logan.

In the spillway tunnel, Logan walked cautiously through the tunnel. In front of him, a section of the wall opened and three soldiers emerged, their rifles up. Behind him, another wall opened and three more soldiers appeared. Logan was surrounded. “Don’t move! Hands in the air!” A soldier commanded, his gun raised.

Oddly, Logan obeyed. With their guns raised they led Logan down a corridor, arms and feet shackled, guns to his head. Stryker waited for them at the end. As he approached Logan, he stared at him closely, staring into his eyes, the cocky grin on his face suddenly faded. “Who do you think you’re looking at?” Stryker asked as Anne looked at him confused.

“Sir?” Anne asked.

“You make such a good impression on video, but in person.” Stryker said to Logan.

He lifted a gun to Logan’s head, finger on the trigger. Logan quickly converted into Mystique. Her arms, now thinner, slipped from the shackles, as did her legs and feet. She wrapped the shackles around Stryker’s gun, ripping it away, and knocking him into the wall. Immediately, two guards fired, she ducked, and the guards shot each other, as she did a handspring forward. Anne whipped out a pistol, but Mystique hit her arm as she fired. The bullet pierced a nearby pipe. Fumes shot out and packed the corridor. Stryker stood and tried to see through the steam. Mystique was gone. Stryker charged off and a living guard followed.

Alarms blared. Wilkins, the only guard left in the control room, nearly leaped out of his seat and began studying the monitors. On the monitors, Stryker walked quickly through the hall, accompanied by the guard. “What the…” Wilkins spoke confusedly.

The doors opened and Stryker and the guard entered. “Seal the room!” Stryker commanded.

Wilkins quickly did as he was told, and he pressed some buttons. Large doors pushed shut on the monitors. “What’s happening?” Wilkins asked urgently, eyes wide.

“We have a metamorphosis. She could be anybody.” Stryker explained. 

“Anybody?” Wilkins asked, his eyebrows raising.

Stryker hit Wilkins across the back of the head and he collapsed onto the floor; Stryker had become Mystique. She spin-kicked the guards, which knocked them out instantly. She then took his seat and connected a small headset to her ear. She pushed some buttons and pulled up a map of the base. “I’m in.” Mystique said through the headset.

In the spillway corridor, you, Magneto, Logan, Jean, Ororo, Kurt, stood high above the spillway corridor. “She’s good.” Logan spoke, as Magneto smiled proudly. 

“You have no idea.” Magneto replied.

At the same time, in the Control Room, the real Stryker stood outside the massive Control Room with Anne. He pushed a button to open it. It doesn’t budge. He tried again, but it was no use; he slammed the door with his hand.

“The door is twenty inches thick, sir.” Anne tensely watched Stryker lose control.

“Yes. But she’s in there. She’s in there and I’m out here!” Stryker said under his breath, breathing heavily.

Lyman walks up to them. “Sir, she’s opened the main entrance. More mutants have entered the base.”

“Can we flood the spillway?” Stryker asked quickly as Lyman pursed his lip.

“Everything’s controlled from inside the room.”

“Get the machine here, drill a hole through this door, and kill whoever’s inside. I don’t care who they look like.” Stryker demanded, letting out an exhale. He then turned to Anne and made a resolution. “They can’t stop anything. In twenty minutes they’ll all be on their knees. Evacuate the men and let loose our new recruit. Set the charges, and meet me in Augmentation. I’ll have my final chat with 143, then we’re leaving.”

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@ashdoctor @powergirlsupremacy

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[jacenotjason]

Remember that Highschool Bully AU I was talking about? Well here’s what i wanna do:

Scraping the idea of Julie running a hate blog online, changing it! She’s head cheerleader lol! She pretends to be nice to the teachers and such, but to the other *students shes vile!! Shes like two different people depending on if a teacher is present.

Frank is also a suck up to the teachers. He’s the best student in every class, top in grades and everything!! >:D! He’s the president of the photography club, which gives him an excuse to carry a camera everywhere. He uses it to snap embarrassing photos of people and get them into the newspaper, speaking of!

Eddie runs the newspaper club! He also pretends to be a sweetheart the teachers, but also posts the embarrassing photos of people in the paper and rumors n such >:3c he and Frank work together to make ppls life miserable, couple goals

Sally is the president of the Drama club! She’s incredibly authoritative and has an absolute power trip every day in the club. If she doesnt like you, you’re not getting a good role. If you have a good role, cherish it! The second you say something against Sally or any of her friends, shes recasting you. She regularly gives people embarrassing and unnecessary roles just to humiliate them. Like a tree or… grass lmao

Howdy is the mythic bitch here, the scariest guy >:D he’s the tallest strongest guy yknow, a jock! Star player! Bc yknow.. 8 feet tall and 4 arms. Bc hes so big and scary n such he regularly steals from ppl and they cant really do anything about it. He jsut picks people up and throws them, grabs backpacks and kicks people out of them, throws ppl in trash cans and locks them in like everything. Hes mean as fuck.

Barnaby is also on the.. sports team.. but hes not as good as Howdy. Hes a jokester but his jokes are always at the expense of others and normally goes too far. He doenst shake ppl up as much as Howdy does, but he watches and laughs, and Frank records sometimes

Remember when I said I scrapped Julies hate blog? I actually gave it to Poppy! She’s too shy to be mean in real life, and instead hides behind a screen. Her blog is called “Ann Onumouys” (pronounced anonymous lol). Pretty much everyone knows its her, but the teachers turn a blind eye… >.>

Now.. Wally. Wally is pretty much the same lil guy :3 he still hangs out with them all, and theyre all genuinely friends! Hes like their little nice mascot! He doesnt understand that they bully ppl- hes also the reason they dont get in trouble.

Home is the principal and also Wallys guardian! Home is fully aware that Wallys friends bully others, but he will not expel or suspend or anything, bc his friends keep him calm and happy. So he just.. turns a blind eye so that they continue to make Wally happy.

I think thats all I got! I might draw this after work :3

[equallyshaw]

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holidays masterlist.

warnings: none. just some bad jokes.

word count: 2.1k

It was t minus 5 days until christmas, and lola was finally getting time to decompress from a stressful semester. she felt like she hadn't been able to breathe, since thanksgiving. which, would be a pretty accurate description to any college student. but now that she as able to decompress, she kept thinking about luca and how she hadn't seen him since the beginning of October. over her fall break, she took the train up from chicago to ann arbor to catch a game and spend the weekend with him. and then she was back to USC after that. and now she did not know when she'd see him again, now that he was back in ontario. or at least that is what he'd said to her when they spoke about their breaks last.

lola was in her bed taking a nap around 2 pm after chugging down a hot latte from dunkin, but decided that a nap was needed. from downstairs her mom had opened up the door to luca and quietly gushed, pulling him into a hug. lola's mom, sister, brother and dad had all been in on the secret of him surprising her. when he saw how hard her thanksgiving break was, and the fact that she hadn't been able to come during that time; made him reconsider his christmas break plans. he stayed an extra few days in ann arbor before driving down to chicago. "you ready?" her sister jess asked and he nodded, smiling widely. "lets go." she said softly pushing him up the stairs. their mom and dad behind them, with jess taking a video. luca looked behind to jess to make sure that he could walk in, and she nodded. he opened the door to her christmas tree and christmas lights on, brightening up the dark room just a bit. jess moved with luca, as he went to gently shake her. lola groaned turning a bit more into her side away from everybody, and the luca shook her a bit more. "lola." he whispered leaning down a bit more, and then that's when she began to wake. jess just about died at the confused face she had when turning towards luca, before turning back into her side.

"lolaaa." he said a bit louder, while wrapping his arms around her. her eyes shot open, and she pulled him as close as possible. "oh my god." she repeated, pushing him back a few inches to make sure that it was really him. "luca?" she said still in disbelief, "yeah sunny, its me." he hummed before she pulled him back in for a hug. jess stopped the video, walking to the door where her parents stood. luca shifted on the bed, as lola moved over. "how long has this been planned for?" she questioned, sitting up now. a faint haze of sleep hanging over the girl, "since thanksgiving." he said pulling some hair behind her ear. "lucaaa." she said wrapping her arms around him, and he pressed a kiss to her head. "im actually really shocked, dad kept it so long." jessa announced, and that caused jess to get playfully pushed. "alright you two, we will be downstairs when you guys wanna come down for dinner." her mom said before pushing the two out. lola looked up at luca, and just shook her head. a bright and wide smile began to form on her face, just staring at the beautiful boy she somehow found. "hi sunshine." he hummed, using a nickname he'd had since his time in the steel. "hi luc." she hummed, before pulling him in for a big kiss.

❅

"oh lets go here!" lola said excitedly, as the two had just sat down with their coffee at a coffee shop within walking distance to her house. "where?" he questioned, smiling widely as he watched lola get all excited and giddy pulling it up. "lets go to the zoo lights!" she turned her phone around and he nodded, as she scrolled through some pictures. "we used to go as kids when we were young, it was so much fun! we got to see the animals, drink hot coco and walk around." she said thinking about her childhood. "then we should walk to the lakefront or something, or instead of the zoo we can go to the christmas market, im su-" he grabbed ahold of her hand to let her know she needed to breathe for a hot second. "we can go to the zoo, walk to lakefront and go to the market. its only 1." he said rubbing her hand softly, and she nodded. "I just want to make sure we make the most of today." she said frowning just a bit, and he nodded. "i know." he smiled.

the two had just parked a few blocks away from the kris kringle market that was stationed in the daley plaza, a few blocks from the river. the two walked hand in hand down the busy blocks and lola smiled widely once she saw the lights. she shook luca's hand out of excitement, and he smiled taking a mental screenshot of her reaction. they'd have to come back next year, if he was still at michigan ofcourse. lola pulled luca towards the nut station, and the two waited in line for some warm nuts. "you know i don't like nuts like that." he teased, and she grinned. "you'll love these." she said leaning up and giving him a peck on his cheek. she ordered a small bag of the nuts, and paid too quickly to luca's liking. "oh hush, you'll get the next thing." she teased now, and the two began to walk around for a bit. "oh there's hot chocolate, we need to get some in the little mug." she said pointing out a boot mug somebody had. "really?" he asked, amused. she gave him a dramatic nod, "oh yeah buddy, gotta add it to the collection at home." she grinned, as he pulled her into line. his phone began to buzz, and he pulled it from his pocket. adam's contact popped up, and he pressed accept, and quickly changed the view to lola who was hopping up and down singing to the christmas music that played overhead, which adam found amusing. "hey!" she said, as luca turned the camera towards him and then put it down a bit so lola could see adam.

"how rude, adamo." she stuck out her tongue before eating another nut. "sorry lolo." he said sarcastically, "bye fantilli." she huffed before pulling out her own phone. adam and luca talked for a few minutes before adam asked lola what they were up to that day, to which she popped back into view with a grin. "we are at the christmas market and then were gonna make our way to the zoo and then the lakefront." she smiled, and adam gave her a excited face. a dramatic one. "have fun you two...im sadly in Florida right now and -" lola cut him off, "oh hush, at least you have some sunshine." she said and adam laughed. adam and luca talked for another few minutes, before they hung up. "ready?" she grinned looking up at luca as they were the next one's in line, and luca nodded. "so." he said rolling his eyes playfully.

lola didn't and could never know how the universe gave her luca. how she'd been incredibly blessed with a heartwarming, kind and let's be honest, golden retriever boyfriend. she was extremely nervous about her leaving for USC and him to michigan, and how it would affect their relationship. if they'd even have a relationship. but luca made sure they did not go a day without talking to one another, even if it was 1 am his time and 10 pm her time. he made sure that one of them was going to see one another for breaks, or whenever she came home for something; he'd try his absolute best to drive down. even if it was all within 24 hours. luca looked at her as if she hung the moon, and she looked at him as if he did as well.

❅

the two headed over two hours later towards the zoo, as the sun was setting. quickly parking, lucking out with one of the last spots available. she quickly hopped out before luca could come over and open her door for her, but he held out his hand and pulled her in close. "come on sunny." he hummed, as they walked towards the entrance. as soon as they entered, she smiled widely pointing towards the polar bear tank. "lets goo." she said dragging luca for a few seconds before he caught on. they walked up towards the tank, and she pointed over towards one that was almost hidden. he wrapped his arms around lola form behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. listening to her read the polar bear facts out loud to him, and he stared off into the distance watching the great beasts. she pulled out the park map, and smiled. it was pretty spot on from when she was a kid, "seals...next!"

the two had been there about an hour, by the time the lights had been turned on. as soon as they did, lola looked up and smiled like a little kid on christmas morning. it was the little things that did it for lola, and experiencing this with luca; was everything to her. "gosh california just cant compare at christmas." she said "this cant compare to christmas in toronto." he teased, trying to one up her. she patted a hand on his chest, rolling her eyes. luca allowed her to drag him to wherever next, absolutely adoring their time with one another. even if it was as simple as this, nothing too extreme or grand; it was by far his favorite things to do with her. she stopped abruptly at a exhibit in the wolf and lion section, and he crinkled his eyebrows just a bit at her. "look! its your people!" she said attempting to make a poor joke, and he looked at the exhibit and then back at her. she put her hands out in front of her, before dropping them to walk over to the sign. "wolv-er-ine." she pronounced, tracing it underneath with her finger. luca laughed loudly, and warmly. it may be the dumbest joke but because she was being so sarcastic, it was adorable to him. "good one sunny." he smiled, still chuckling. "lets head indoors to get some more coco, eh?" he asked taking ahold of her hand.

the two grabbed coco, warming up a bit. "lights next?" luca asked and she nodded, as they sat down. "so i was...i was thinking about coming out for spring break...." he began and he knew her answer. she smiled widely and nodded, "oh my god yes! id love to host you luc. there's so much that we could do!" she said clasping her hands together, and grinning. "oh i bet." he hummed, and she blushed while drinking some coco. "how's adam been doing? i see he's been having quite the ride so far, but how's he doing outside of it all?" she questioned softly, swirling her travel cup of coco. he shrugged, "not bad. he's enjoying his time, and its great that he has some michigan players there too as well as lauren." he explained, and she nodded. "maybe when im back in la, i could possibly coerce adamo in to giving me some free tickets?" she grinned, tilting her head just a bit. "im sure he'd love nothing more! i can text him tonight." he smiled, and she nodded. "oh! ill need another one, so i can bring somebody." she said as a matter of fact. he chuckled, nodding and looking at the time. "lets go see some lights, and then head back?" she offered, and he nodded.

❅

as they were finishing up the light exhibit, it began to snow. lola saw it first and quickly nudged luca who looked down at her before he saw one fall in front of him. she smiled wickedly, looked around and stared in awe at how it looked with the lights. luca wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her in close as they saw fireworks begin from navy pier a few miles away. she looked up at him, catching him already looking down at her.

sure, chicago may be her biological home and the city she felt the most connected to…but luca was her home, far beyond this magical city.

mutual tags: @dancerbailey3 @jackhues @toasttt11 @jayda12 @cuttergauthier

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[just-wublrful]

only one of you is going to make it and you’re afraid it's going to be you, or, alternatively: you are standing by the tragic hero and it is looking rough out there-

( @lasilhouetteinbianco i did it there’s moby. whoo)

A History of My Brief Body, Billy-Ray Belcourt | Antigonick, Sophokles trans. Anne Carson | The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | Doña Juana “la Loca” (1877), Francisco Pradilla | Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin | THE TRAGIC HERO UPON REACHING THE END OF THE SCRIPT REALIZES HE HAS BEEN DEAD THIS WHOLE TIME, Joan Tierney | Wishbone, Richard Siken | Orpheus and Eurydice, George Frederic Watts | Bitter Water, The Oh Hellos | Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare | YOUR LOVE FINDS ITS WAY BACK, Sierra Mulder | Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus (detail, 1905), John William Waterhouse |  Wishbone, Richard Siken | Richard Siken, in an interview with James Hall | Moby Dick, Herman Melville | Weeping Nude (1913-14), Edvard Munch | Love and Pain (1895), Edvard Munch | Metamorphoses, Ovid

[ID: An assortment of various quotes, lyrics, and paintings from a variety of sources.

1. To love someone / is firstly to confess: I’m prepared / to be devastated by you.

2. Ismene: I can help you suffer. // Antigone: No. // Ismene: I can give you reasons not to die. //  Antigone: No.

3. And he took me by the hand. But he was still worrying. “It was wrong of you to come. You will suffer. I shall look like I was dead, and that will not be true...” I said nothing.

4. A painting of a young woman dressed in black. She stands in blank despair beside a casket in an open field. She is surrounded by a procession of numerous mourners, as smoke from a behind her rises into the air.

5. What are we staying here for? How long do you / want to sit in this house, eating your heart out?

6. You are kneeling at the water’s throne / When preparing for an ending scene / It’s important that / Swords drop like anchors / Yours will never rise again / I am watching from the cowberries, or / From your mother’s curtains, as if / Through a burial shroud, or

7. And it’s another wrong-man-dies scenario / and we keep doing it, Henry, / keep saying until we get it right... but we / always win and we never quit.

8. A painting of Orpheus and Eurydice at the entrance to Hades. Orpheus, in a toga, reaches out to catch Eurydice as she goes limp and pale, soul having returned to the Underworld. In the background a dead tree trunk can be seen.

9. I am not a fool entire / No, I know what is coming / You will bury me beneath the tree / I climbed when I was a child

10. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, / But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

11. My throat is a beehive pitched into the river. Look! / Look how long my love can hold it’s breath.

12. A painting of Orpheus’ head floating down a river after being torn apart by the Maenads. His face is turned upward, with pale skin and long red hair. His lyre floats beside him, alongside numerous lily pads and lilies.

13. See, we’ve won again / here we are at the place where I get to beg / for it where I get to say, Please,

14. Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.

15. “...Sleeping? Aye, toil how we may, we all sleep on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amidst greenness; as last years scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swathes — Starbuck!” But blanched to a corpse’s hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away. 

16. A painting of a nude woman sitting upon her bed, hunched over with her head in her hands and legs sprawled. She appears to be weeping. Her long, dark hair, spills around her shoulders and into her lap.

17. A painting of a woman and a man embracing each other. The woman has warm skin and long red hair, which spills over and contrasts with the man’s pale, grey skin. She buries her face into his nape, and he into her arms.

18. But when she saw him in his hapless plight, / though angry at his scorn, she only grieved. End ID.]

[hollowwrites]

Hi! I just wanna say I love your writing😮‍💨.

Can I please request an angsty Seb fic based on the song “Right Now” by Gracie Abrams? Every time I listen to it I think of how MC feels used by Seb after all they’ve been through and she leaves the castle to explore a bit and clear her head (like you would if you finish his story line before completing the game)

I hope that makes sense 🫶🏻

Heyy Thank you so much!! I will endeavour to be the very best of…request…fillers…👍🏻

I hope you don’t mind me shoving a bit of my MC into this I had some lovely ideas that fit with my MC and her specific story.

Hope this is okay 💕

Warnings - usual Sebastian stuff, Murder, Angst, panic attack, mentions of MCs Mom passing away, comfort after angst because I just can’t I’m too soft!!

Word Count - 965

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Being Muggleborn often had its advantages.

Hailing from a small hamlet just outside of Hogwarts, meant that MC had the benefit of going home whenever she liked. Whenever this new world got too much.

Like, for example, after her best friend murdered his uncle.

It was a small hike past the protective barriers of the school, but easy enough for anyone who galavanted around the highlands as often as she did.

She stared down at the village and watched the townsfolk go about their evening routines. She knew her neighbour would walk their dog at this time, another took their rubbish out. How mundane this world seemed in comparison. Just a mile behind her and everything was different.

Her eyes fell over the tiny house on the hill that she called home. A candle flickered in the window casting two shadows across her living room, a sight that would usually startle someone who lived alone. But she knew the current occupants of her home quite well.

Ominis and Anne.

When Ominis had mentioned that Anne had fled, MC immediately offered her childhood home to the orphaned Sallow. Where better for her to hide than a muggle town, and where better for those closest to her to attend her when needed.

Only Ominis, Anne and herself knew of this location.

She tucked her knees under her chin as she watched them make a home for Anne. The grief that radiated from those four walls was palpable. MC closed her eyes, finally allowing the tears to flow.

It had been a week since Feldcroft.

It had been four days since the trio agreed not to send their brother and best friend to Azkaban.

And it had been two days since anyone had seen him.

They had spent those two days making Anne comfortable, not knowing how long she had left. Not knowing how permanent a solution this would be. Not knowing…anything.

The snap of twigs alerted her attention to someone stood behind her. She jumped up, wiping the tears from her face and pointing her wand at the figure. To hell with the underage magic laws.

The figure stood amongst the tree line, tall and broad.

Sebastian.

The grip on her wand tightened somewhat. A reaction she didn’t know she would ever have, towards seeing her best friend. He flinched upon seeing her white knuckles, carefully approaching her, hands empty and raised in surrender.

“I’m glad you’re okay” he said weakly a pathetic attempt at a smile plastered across his face.

“How did you find me?” She replied curtly

“Fig is worried about you. He asked me if I knew where you were, then he mumbled something about visiting here, your home”

“Why does everything out of your mouth sound like a threat?” She spat, and he visibly recoiled.

“I don’t mean…I’m trying…You’re…” he sighed “I’m trying” his voice cracked and she knew that if she didn’t stay away, she’d crumble at his feet. She readjusted the grip on her wand. Ever observant, his eyes flickered to her hands shaking and pointing in his direction “You don’t need to do that, I don’t have my wand”

“I think I’ll stay as I am” she squared her shoulders and remained, unmoved.

“Fine!” He snapped, his bratty behaviour resurfacing as she knew it would. He took in a breathe, exhaling slowly “Fine. Do what makes you feel safe. But I will never hurt you.”

“Won’t you? You killed your Uncle, Sebastian”

“I…did. But I never cared for him. I care more for you. You’re…the only family I have left. Please…” he whispered daring to take a step forward

“And why is that?” She asked sarcastically. She didn’t know why she was twisting the dagger in his heart more. She could see in his face he regretted what he did and it hurt him. Her will faltered momentarily, and she lowered her wand. “You’re the only family I have too…”

“You have Ominis and I’m sure you’re mother and father are down there somewhere” he gestured to the little village behind her, smiling genuinely.

“I never knew my father, and my mother died just before I came to Hogwarts” his smile faded “You’d know that if you ever cared to ask. You were too busy asking about my Ancient Magic and finding ridiculous spell-books to ever ask me anything about myself” her voice raised with her wand pointing it back at the boy she had pined for all year. “What’s my favourite colour, Sebastian?”

“I-“

“Simple enough question for my best friend. Surely you’d know the answer if I’m the only family you have left”

She didn’t expect him to breakdown the way he did.

His knees came crashing down into the soft mud and grass beneath him. He clutched at his heart as though her words caused him physical pain. The flow of tears coming from his eyes seemed endless.

“I’m sorry, MC” his chest heaved heavily. The panic and anxiety he had felt all year finally coming to a breaking point. He fell forward onto his hands and gasped for air “I can’t-“ he gulped at nothing “I can’t-“

She watched for a second, not knowing what to do before throwing her wand to the floor and running to his side.

“I’ve got you” she whispered, crawling underneath him to hold him up. His muddied hands immediately wrapped around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, leaving no space between the two. She felt his heart racing against her chest and his ragged breath cooled the tears that pooled at her neck.

“Don’t let go” he mumbled into her collarbone. “Please…You’re all I have left” she stroked his hair into place, scratching lightly at his scalp and rocking him slightly back and forth.

“I’m with you till the end”

[stylessupremacy]

“Harry had yet to go pick up Ophelia from his mum's and still had to make a quick trip to the store for some milk.” like just imagining Harry and Ophelia at the store together 😫

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“C’mon Phee,” Harry grunted as he gently lifted Ophelia from her car seat.

London was getting chilly due to the weather changing so she was adorned in a pale pink sweater one piece with cuffed overalls. ***

Once she was out, Harry rested her on his hip as they ventured their way to the store's entrance.

Harry only needed some milk and pasta noodles. Ophelia finished off the milk last night before bed and the noodles were for the simple dinner Harry was making tonight.

The warmth of the grocery store hit Harry and Ophelia as they walked inside. A nice contrast to the cold weather outside.

Harry gently set Phee down as he browsed the different kinds of milk. Grabbing the correct gallon of milk Ophelia drinks every night before bed.

“Alright, let’s go get some noodles and we’ll be on our way home. Maybe we could even watch Moana? How does that sound, Phee?”

Moana has been Ophelia’s newest movie obsession for the past few days.

Ever since Anne let her watch it one day, it’s been nonstop watching and singing with Phee.

Her small, chubby hand rested in her father’s grasp as they trekked through the store.

“Yeah! Wanna watch Moana!” She exclaimed, a little skip in her step at the mention of her favorite princess movie at the time.

Harry chuckled, watching as she did a little happy dance hearing what her father had planned for the evening.

“We could even make some popc-,” Harry was cut off by a dramatic gasp coming from his little girl.

“Daddy, cookies!” Phee pointed towards a table filled with an assortment of delicious looking desserts.

She tried pulling Harry towards the tempting desserts but pouted when he wasn’t budging.

Harry sighed, the pout making him struggle, “Not today Phee. Plus we have some cookies at home already.”

The pout on her face became more prominent.

“But- but daddy, they’re pink! An- and we need them!”

“We need them?” Harry mused, watching as she frantically shook her head.

“Just because they’re pink doesn’t mean we need them, darling. And didn’t Nana let you have a cookie earlier today?”

Phee was lost for words when her father mentioned how her Nana let her have a cookie earlier when he wasn’t there.

She just did what she knew best and used her best puppy dog eyes, “Please, daddy?”

Harry went back and forth knowing this was a losing battle and he was going to give in to his daughter’s request.

“I’ll let you get them on one condition. You have to carry them for me since m’hands are full.”

Phee’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, “Thank you, daddy!”

Her small arms wrapped around his calf causing a grin to grow on his face.

Getting back on schedule, Harry and Phee got their pasta noodles and headed for the checkout.

“Did your daddy let you get these?” The kind older woman behind the cashier register asked since she watched the whole interaction the duo had.

She found it quite cute and comical watching the father-daughter pair.

Harry gently nudged Phee from her hiding spot behind his legs that she seeks when she’s around new people.

“It’s okay, love. She won’t bite.”

“Ye- yeah he did. He even said we could watch Moana!”

The cashier gasped, “Really? He sounds like such an amazing dad! Hope you enjoy watching Moana and eating your cookies!”

Harry placed his card into the machine leaning down to his daughter's height once again, “Tell her thank you bug.”

Phee rocked back and forth on her feet, a huge grin plastered on her face, “Thank you!”

Harry grabbed the bag from the lady, “Thank you, have a nice day.”

Harry grabbed Phee’s hand and lead them towards the exit. He swiftly picked her up and placed her on his hip.

“Y’ready to go home? Watch some Moana and have some cookies?”

“Yeah!” She giggled, hiding her face in the crook of his neck to protect her from the cold air, snuggling into his hoodie further.

The two were cuddled together with a blanket enjoying the warmth their house provided on this chilly day in London. They sat on the sofa watching Moana and eating cookies and Harry couldn’t imagine his life any other way.

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[akiology]

hello! i adire your writing style, it brings a smile to my face 🩷

i was wondering if i could rq a yusuke x reader one-shot? i honestly don't mind any prompt, just the fluffiest thing you can think of when it comes to the guy.

thank you, and i hope you're doing well! — 🎀

Love, Love, Love || Yusuke Kitagawa x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k Summary: Yusuke reminisces on the beginning of your relationship. Note: I'm sorry this took so long, sweetheart! I am gonna be honest with you, Yusuke is my absolute favorite so I was really happy when I got this ask! But then the perfectionist in me came out since this IS Yusuke.... I had around 3 drafts until I settled on this one... Hopefully you like it!

For the longest time, romantic love was not really a part of Yusuke’s vocabulary. There was no need for it, honestly. This does not mean he does not experience love, he absolutely does. His love for the arts, and life. He looks out to the crowd and thinks that everyone has backstory, or a page in their book that they cannot tell. He thinks that humanity, despite all their flaws and vices, are inspiring. With hope there is desire, one of the things he learned as a Phantom Thief.

Of course, not every person is ‘good’. But he can understand that with beauty comes vice. And that people are not necessarily evil, there are just those that had difficult circumstances. And then there are those who merely succumbed without trying to do any better.

Yusuke has experienced love, both for his craft and for his fellow Phantom Thieves. Whenever he looks at the Sayuri, he feels the love he has for his mother, and the love his mother had for him. When he looks out at the world, he feels empathy and understanding for their individual experiences. But whether he has experienced love for another, in the romantic sense, is something he cannot answer. 

Until now.

He looks behind his canvas, and he sees you preparing him a meal. You were currently playing your favorite music in a low volume, and slightly dancing to the beat. Your hair was in a disarray, but he did not care in the slightest. Yusuke absolutely loves and adores you. He holds his hands up, jutting out his pointer fingers and thumbs, ‘framing’ you.

You were, and still is, his favorite inspiration.

He thinks back to the first time he met you, it was a chance encounter. He was hanging by the underground walkway of the Shibuya train station, people-watching just before he got home. He was looking for inspiration, but today the gods seem to be playful and are preventing him from making the masterpiece he wishes to create.

He sighed deeply, and was about to put his sketchpad back into his bag, when he suddenly felt the weight of another person in his side and dropped his materials. He was able to balance his weight before he could fall face-first onto the earth. You, however, were not as fortunate.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he crouched down to help you up on your feet. You stood up with his help, trying to get your bearings.

"Y-yeah..." you finally answered, and Yusuke gathered his sketchpad and pencil. When he stood up again, you apologized to him.

He was about to accept your apology and tell you to be more careful next time, but when your eyes met his words got stuck in his throat.

You were breathtaking.

And he swears that if he looked into your eyes, he would get lost in it.

You seemed to take his silence the wrong way, and you started fidgeting while offering more apologies. Yusuke finally cleared his throat, "May I paint you?"

It was out of place, and Yusuke quickly explained his situation. He briefly remembers what happened with Ann, and he wished not to come off as a pervert. It seems his explanation was sufficient, and you agreed. Sadly you were busy today, so you exchanged numbers for next time.

The next time you meet each other, it was during the afternoon, on a Sunday in Inokashira Park. The sun was a little forgiving, and along with the shade of the trees it gave off a cool and peaceful vibe. The birds sang a tune, and for a moment it felt like you were in a movie as you leaned against the railings.

Yusuke, on the other hand, is stuck between getting his sketchpad from his bag or looking at you a little while longer.

When you finally turned to look at him, he was snapped out of his thoughts and decided to take out his materials.

“Um, so… how should I pose?”

Yusuke contemplated for a moment, and at that exact moment you tilted your head a bit and the sun hit your face just right. You were ethereal, as if he was looking at a painting.

“Face towards the river, but position your head to the side. Put both your hands on the railing on both sides,” Yusuke instructed, and sat on a nearby bench to get started. For a while, no words were exchanged between the two of you. The chirping of the birds, the light sway of the trees with the gust of wind, the faraway conversations, and the sound of charcoal against paper was all that could be heard. It feels oddly comforting.

You look to your side, trying to stay still as much as possible. You see Yusuke, who would glance at you every once in a while. Some stray hair has fallen over his face. You think for a second that if he weren’t the artist, he would be the one that was being drawn. He is very beautiful.

You think back on a few days ago, your first encounter. You honestly do not know why you easily agreed to being his model, perhaps because he has this air around him? Like, he is not capable of lying, or any malicious actions. It sounds a bit naive, but it feels like you could trust him, with your life even.

After holding the pose for five minutes, you start feeling restive. You did not know what to do, would he get mad if you asked for a break?

As if on cue, you hear him clearing his throat, “Let us take a break,” he says. You internally did a sigh of relief. You stretched and wiggled your fingers, then proceeded to sit beside him albeit with a little bit of space in between the both of you.

He was quiet, but not in a brooding or anti-social way. More like an observer, who is appreciating the scenery in front of him. You decided to start a conversation to get to know him more.

“So, Yusuke, was it? Which school do you attend?”

“Kosei High School,” he briefly says, then adjusted so he could slightly face you. “How about you?”

You answer, and the both of you talk for a while. He talks about how Sayuri inspired him to want to make an art piece just like it. He also talks about how he seeks to capture the sense of beauty it portrays, and how he wishes he could encapsulate how much it inspired him and in a sense, evoke the same feeling in others.

You find yourself admiring him while he speaks. His voice holds your attention, and if he were to say even the most boring things, you just might listen.

Just as you were about to say something, you felt something wet touch your cheek. And then another, and another. Yusuke looks up and grabs your wrist, “Let us take cover.”

You entered a nearby store, taking cover from the sudden rain. Yusuke felt a little disappointed at this outcome, but at least the both of you were able to find shelter right away.

“I apologize for this,” Yusuke says. You were confused. “I have been known to bring rain,” he says lightheartedly.

You smile and shake your head. “No biggie. Although this puts an early end to your drawing.”

“That’s true. May I see you again?”

You blushed. He did not mean it that way, but hearing him say that feels like you were in a teen fiction, “Sure!”

After a while, Yusuke was able to finish his drawing. He got high marks on it, and told you all about it. Even after its completion, you and Yusuke remain in touch. You would each greet each other at the start of the day and end the day with a ‘good night’ from each other. And every Sunday, you would meet up at Inokashira Park, catching up while people-watching. Almost like an unspoken tradition between the both of you.

One Sunday, you were telling Yusuke a funny story that occurred to you recently and you cannot help but feel uneasy as his eyes were trained on you. He was paying close attention, and he never looked away as you told your story. 

“Don’t look at me like that… “ You bring your hand up to your face, hoping to cover up your red-tinted cheeks.

Yusuke tilted his head a bit, “Hm? Like what?”

“I don’t know… like that,” you struggle to explain, and Yusuke’s eyes are on you again. It feels like he could see the deepest parts of you, the parts of you that you hide away, “THAT. Like how you are looking at me right now, and.. while I was telling my story… If you keep doing that, I might think I’m beautiful.”

“You are beautiful,” he answers with no hesitation.

You feel your cheeks flaring up, and you turn away to calm yourself. “Th-thank you…”

“Yusuke! Food is ready!” He was snapped out of his thoughts when he hears you calling out to him. He was back in the present time, in front of his canvas. He shakes his head, and puts back his brush on the table beside him. He stood up and stretched.

As you are preparing the table, you feel Yusuke’s weight on your back and his arms around you. “Hello darling.”

“Hi Yusuke,” you giggled.

He gives you a quick kiss on the cheeks, and another behind your ear, and another on your jawline, and finally stopping on your shoulder. “I love you,” he says with so much weight and sincerity.

“I love you too. Will you help me set the table?” 

He proceeds to grab the plates, and helps in putting the food down. When you both finish, you give Yusuke a quick kiss. He smiled, and grabbed one of your hands to place on his shoulder. He holds the other, and situated his free hand behind your back. He starts humming a tune, and leads your feet to the beat.

You chuckled, “What has gotten to you today?”

Yusuke smiled, “I simply enjoy my time with you. I am at my happiest when I am with you.” You place your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Yusuke felt like his heart was thrashing against his ribs.

“I feel the same way.”

For the longest time, romantic love was not really a part of Yusuke’s vocabulary. That is, until he met you.

[elwolfen]

Alfred Molinathon Day 8

The Forger (2011)

Everly Campbell

His Role: When I first watched this a while back, I thought Everly was going to be a more kinder man who takes Joshua under his wing... boy, was I wrong. He is so full of himself and thinks his the most hottest artist in that town, which I can't fully say, I don't fully comprehend the intricances of painted works. But I think it looks nice (when he's not copying others). He does take Joshua under his wing, but for more unsavory reasons. Watching him explain the process of art forgery and take such care with this delicate work was very enjoyable, I would like to see him paint his own work.

His lies of wanting to take in ths lost kid just for the purposes of profiting off his artistic gift? Sly and devious, then to over exert this poor, abandoned, literal child? Even more unethical than just forgery. While what he said about his mother wasn't too far off, it was still a hurtful thing to say towards a kid dealing with abandonment.

It's absolutely twisted for him to keep telling everyone (including Joshua) that it's for Joshua's own good, that this will better his life, and how Everly wishes that someone would've been so grateful as to give him that same chance at honing in on his talent and become successful. While Anne-Marie reasonably calls out his bullshit of not nurturing a child from a terrible situation and profiting off his hard work for his own gain.

For Joshua to go from a physically abusive mother to a mentally abusive, possible father figure is a horrible thing for any kid to go through and I'm happy that he's with someone who truly cares about his him.

I very much enjoyed Everly and Joshua's dynamic beginning to end. Especially how it changed when Joshua hid the artwork and Everly started to squirm at the thought of losing this big gig.

Little tidbit: If I were Joshua and suddenly a very imposing man just walks up behind me very fast and knowing he was pissed? I'd leap from fear so high I'd get stuck in a tree during their little walk and talk scene.

And how did our dear Everly fall from grace? Beautifully. Presenting the totally "untouched" work he "found" to be examined to be a true piece at his birthday party!? What could possibly go wrong? Everything. First, Anne-Marie comes up and tears it with a knife she threatens him with and her announcing his crimes that she had help with a long time ago. That's a bad look already, but oh no, the final nail on the coffin? Underneath the paint was a drawing of Dennis the Menace, a piece of masterful thinking from Joshua. He wasn't ever gonna get away with this, and Joshua has no interest of staying any longer.

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The Rest of the Movie: I did think Amber and Joshua were kinda cute, but slow down was right, Amber! 30 minutes, and this is their second scene together and Joshua is already asking for a kiss? Then, forcibly kisses her anyway? Hormones be damned. It gets a lot less cute when his jealous ass can't behave during the party. Look, I get it, I wouldn't have assumed that was her cousin either by how close they were. I wasn't like that with my guy cousins but to still attack someone like that? Jeez. He didn't even hesitate. And him just lying to Anne-Marie about what happened? Goodness.

Ryan (Amber's brother) really was the true wingman in all of this. Even after all the fights.

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The relationship between Joshua and Anne-Marie was sweet. It's understandable why she took him in so quickly, this kid needs proper care and comfort. Then, to find out an accidental fire caused her only surviving daughter to need life-saving surgery; which she funded from her forgeries. Only for her to die not too long after? I'm sure it was overly agonizing for Anne-Marie to go through, something that finally made her quit that art world. Her seeing more of Joshua's dark drawings of his mother's drug abuse was saddening to know that's all he saw of her. Her final reveal at Everly's birthday was a delight, she had zero fucks to give about this art world. But if I were Joshua? I'd be a little pissed that my thunder was stolen, but still, good for her. Good for them! He finally has a home.

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Ms. Reese going out and searching for his mother like that, is an extra step I appreciate. Just for her to find an absolute mess of a person and to later learn she was abusing him was heartbreaking. All she wanted was to help and finds the worst in parenting.

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In that gif above? I swear I have that same exact flannel that Joshua is wearing under his sweatshirt!

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The Poster Situation:

The first poster? Very obvious that whoever made this was trying to cash in the fact that Josh Hutcherson (Joshua) was in The Hunger Games and decided to use that font. Which is hilarious.

The second fits way more with the movie. I like the feeling it invokes.

And the third, I really like it. It slaps hard, but not for this movie.

[pink-tk-a-latte]

Day in the Life of the Nakajima Household

Aka Atsushi’s tiny dorm at the ADA that he is forced to share with 3 murderous individuals.

Tickle fic!! Lee!Atsushi, Lers!Lucy, Kyouka, and Akutagawa + a little Ler!Atsushi, Lee!Lucy (romantic Akuatsulucy and platonic Kyouka addition)

It’s the orphan poly + fellow orphan Kyouka!!!! ❤️🤍🖤💙 I wrote this a while ago so it’s all in present tense LOL. When I first had the idea, I was hesitant, but then I started actually watching the BSD anime and got to know all their characters better so here it is!! They make me SO EMOTIONAL

Also bonus mini HCs at the end!!!!!!!!!

(Ignore the cringey ahh emoticons LMAO it’s just that all of them are so creature-coded)

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Atsushi’s dorm at the Agency is certainly not made to house four people. It’s hardly big enough for two. Kunikida looks one noise complaint away from bursting a vein in his forehead, but, well, nothing has ever gone to plan as long as Atsushi’s involved.

Despite their statuses as Port Mafia operative and former Guild disciple, Lucy and Akutagawa come over so often that Atsushi’s colleagues hardly bat an eye. The two have even taken to calling it “their place,” which Atsushi thinks is kinda unfair — both for his living situation and his heart.

It’s a peaceful kind of day today. Kyouka’s inside journaling, Aku’s at the store — because he has the most stable paycheck — getting groceries, and Atsushi and Lucy are outside, watering the plants around the building.

“Someday you should get us a garden,” Lucy says while she sprinkles water over the tiny blossoming daisies. “So we can take care of our own plants instead of these ugly trees.”

Atsushi sends her a playful glare from where he’s watering said trees with a hose, smiling. “Do I have to do everything in this relationship? My pockets are crying thanks to you guys.”

Lucy scoffs. “Shut up, you! I give you discounts at the cafe all the time. I put my life on the line for you.” She tosses her hair and places a hand on her chest, and Atsushi holds back a laugh.

Maybe it’s his apprenticeship under Dazai, but Atsushi feels a bit mischievous today. In a move that he’ll probably regret later, he lifts the hose and rains fire over his life partner.

Gasping and spluttering, Lucy throws up her hands to block the spray. Her sundress soaks through and her braids quickly start to droop. She turns a murderous gaze on Atsushi through dark, sticky bangs, and he feels sweat run down his back.

“Atsushi Nakajima, you’re dead!” He spots a certain intensity in Lucy’s turquoise eyes.

Uh oh. He knows what that means.

Atsushi yelps and drops the hose, not even bothering to switch it off before he sprints. He employs his tiger strength, probably cheating, but Lucy could easily drag him away from reality and into Anne’s Room if she wants. Noticeably, she doesn’t, probably to drag out the anticipation. But she will have him. Atsushi is sure.

He races into the building and up the stairs. He doesn’t trust the elevator, but he has hope of escape if he continues on foot. In a blur, he spots his apartment number and pushes through the door, thankfully unlocked. Atsushi lunges for the closet, throws open the door and slams it shut behind him. He’s been on so many stealth missions; Atsushi knows how to be quiet. But he’s giddy from the chase and can barely restrain the frantic giggling he breathes out.

“Where are you, my cute little kitty? Come out, let’s play~!” He hears with his heightened senses. A shiver runs up his spine even while his face feels like an oven. He needs to remember that Lucy worked for the Guild, and their first meeting was a gamble for his and his coworkers’ lives. “Isn’t this a fun game! But you can’t hide forever.”

He really can’t, because there’s only so many places he can hide in his tiny apartment. He wonders what his chances are of getting out the closet and jumping through the window without Lucy noticing.

Just as he thinks this, though, the door flies open.

“Found you!” A grin full of metal shines through the darkness, and Atsushi screams. He tries to leap past her, but the wind is knocked out of his lungs as she tackles him onto his futon. Where did she get this strength from? Yet he doesn’t match her force with his own, mostly because, now that he’s caught, he’s found he doesn’t want to be free.

“Such a bad kitty,” she pulls him onto her lap with her elbows under his arms, and Atsushi feels her wet clothes press against his back. His ears are already pounding, hot. “I’ll show you what happens when you go up against Lucy Maud Montgomery!”

Suddenly there are fingers pressing into his sides. Atsushi yells out a panicked laugh. “A- Ahahaha! Luhuhucyhehehe I’m sorryhehehe!”

She huffs. “Well, you should’ve thought about that before you drenched me!”

This is just the consequences of his actions, isn’t it? Her nails tease under his shirt and he throws his head back. “Stahahahap! Stop Ihi yeheheheild! Lucyehehehe!”

She toes the line between unbearable and gentle. The feeling runs through Atsushi’s every nerve, frying his brain until he can’t do anything but kick and flail around on his sheets. Lucy holds him firmly, a satisfied smile on her face that he can’t see.

She is doing this for revenge, but gosh is Atsushi cute. His cheeks are full and red, his fangs peeking out from under his lip. His giggles are nervous and flighty but ingenuous, the purest kind of happiness. Warmth runs through her face without permission; she really wishes she didn’t have such an embarrassing ailment.

When Lucy digs her fingers into his ribs and Atsushi squeals loud enough to echo off the walls, Kyouka pokes her head in from the other room.

“Oh, are we getting Atsushi?” she asks with a small blink. Lucy grins and Atsushi pleads.

“Ky- Kyouka plehehease! Hehehelp! I’m gonnahahaha dahahahie!”

“We are indeed, Kyouka! And he deserves it. I’m sure he would love if you assisted me.”

Kyouka’s expression doesn’t change, but her eyes twinkle. She strides over and seats herself on top of Atsushi’s legs. He cracks open his eyes to give his little sister a look of betrayal.

“Kyouka! Youhaha’re supposed to help mehehehe!”

“No thanks,” she says blankly, before drilling into his hips with an assassin’s precision.

“KYOUHOHOKAHAHAHA!” Even Lucy is a little terrified by the focus in Kyouka’s eyes, as if she were performing a surgery. But mostly she’s just pleased. She takes her hands off Atsushi’s ribs to clap, then repositions them in his underarms.

“YOUHOUHAHA GUHUhuys are soho MEHEHEHEAN!”

“This is discipline,” Kyouka states very seriously, and Lucy too laughs at that. Kyouka reaches forward and pokes Atsushi’s cheek. “You’re so squishy. Like a bunny. Squish.”

Atsushi turns pink; Lucy really wishes that didn’t make her flustered. “He is, isn’t he?” She pokes his other cheek. “Just as a tabby cat should be.”

Then Lucy worms her fingers into his neck and he scrunches up. “EHEHEHEE nohohoHO!”

While Lucy’s methods are soft in an evil way, Kyouka attacks with honed, concentrated energy, deadly in her efficiency. And with both of them on opposite ends of his body, Atsushi has no room left for thought.

And then the front door shuts with a bang.

Perhaps Akutagawa is too aggressive with his actions, and he squints apologetically at the door he slammed. Setting down the grocery bags on the counter, he winces at the ruckus in the apartment. Is that the Jinko’s screaming?

He walks into the main room to find what he’d expected to see: Atsushi pinned to the floor with Kyouka and Lucy dissecting him.

“This is just like you, Jinko,” he scoffs with a note of fondness, squatting beside the squirming, laughing Atsushi. “You’re not even fighting back.”

“RYUHUHAHA dohohon’t!” Atsushi shakes his head, his face a deep pink and his eyes crinkled shut. His smile is just as blinding as the light of the sun. Gross, Akutagawa thinks with a mini smile.

“Akutagawa.” Kyouka turns to him with that river-like gaze, clear but acute. “Join us.” Lucy cackles.

He smirks. “If that is what I must do.”

Though she calls out to Ryuunosuke now, Kyouka hasn’t forgotten how his words kept dragging her down as she swam desperately toward the light. But then he said he was proud of her. Plus, well, he’s involved with Atsushi. Kyouka’s grown to trust him, at least as long as Atsushi’s around. The same goes for Lucy, who Kyouka resented at first for endangering Atsushi, and for her harsh personality that pushes everyone away. That was before though, before she learned that Lucy is genuinely kind, only a girl at heart, and she’s really fun to talk to, and hug, and go shopping for plushies and clothes and crêpes with.

Kyouka would defend Atsushi’s happiness with the blade of a katana and the might of a demon. Because he’s the one who saved her, because he’s her older brother. He has a way of bringing out the light in those with the blackest of blood. Though he’s made many enemies, he has twice as many friends, Lucy and Aku included. She’s never been more sure that they care for Atsushi than now, engaging in something so purely affectionate. That’s why Kyouka pitches in, because her heart is full to the limit.

Speaking of which, Atsushi seems to be reaching his limit.

“RYUHAHAHAHA! LUHUCYEHEAHAHAE! KYOUHAHAKAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Akutagawa is rough and awkward as he claws at the center of Atsushi’s abdomen. Even Rashoumon is crawling up and down his sides. Still sitting on his legs, Kyouka is moments away from flying off, and it’s only through sheer determination that she remains in place. Lucy has slowed her assault out of pity (because she is soft for this man and terrible at hiding it), slowly dragging her fingers across Atsushi’s jaw. Kyouka copies her: Akutagawa really is ruthless. Atsushi’s floundering and screaming is amusing though, and she can’t hold back the soft giggles escaping from her own chest. Though his laughter is desperate and embarrassed, it’s also bright and overwhelmed with love.

“You should learn to take this, weretiger. If you wish to help people, endurance and inspiration of the soul are necessary skills to have.”

Which is basically fancy talk for: Your joy could cure the world’s suffering and you should show it more often.

“LIHIHIHIKE you wouhAHALD KNOHOHOW! AHAHAHA wahahaHAIT!”

“How foolish of you to sass me in your position.”

Atsushi’s chest barely gets the chance to rise and fall before another laugh is forced out. He probably needs a breather. Lucy, despite being the one to start this, is also the first to end it.

“Now now, Aku. Give him a break. We were at this for a while before you came.”

Akutagawa hums, but he retracts his hand and his ability. Lucy and Kyouka let up, and Kyouka removes herself from Atsushi’s legs. Finally free, Atsushi collapses into Lucy’s lap with an inhale that could rival a tornado. He tries to regulate his breathing with giggles interrupting, and he buries his face against Lucy’s thigh, turning to his original assailant for comfort. Lucy blushes even redder than Atsushi himself had because his tiny exhausted closed-eye smile is the cutest thing she’s ever seen, but settles her hand on his back for a massage.

“You hahall… ahawful,” he titters. “Lucy, I’m sohorry for hosing you.”

Kyouka appears beside Lucy and pats Atsushi’s head. Lucy sighs as if she’d just been hit with the force of all the love in the world. “I suppose I can forgive you. I’m a little less soaked now, thanks for asking.”

“Sorry, sorry.” His chuckles turn to sleepy mumbles. “That’s good, though. I’m glad.”

“Quit apologizing.” Lucy covers her face with her equally red hair and turns away. “You’re such a sap.”

“Far too soft,” Akutagawa adds, leaning down to press a kiss to Atsushi’s upright cheek. Kyouka moves her hand so Lucy can kiss the cat’s head too, instead throwing her legs over him and leaning on Lucy’s shoulder. Akutagawa is a clumsy distance from the cuddle pile, hunched over Atsushi, so the tiger throws an arm around his other life partner’s shoulders and drags him down to rest on his back, maneuvering himself so he’s on his stomach, chin on Lucy’s lap. She runs her fingers through choppy white hair and shifts one leg to lay on Akutagawa’s arm and establish a point of contact with everyone. She laughs quietly as she looks over their entangled position, like some kind of Tetris puzzle.

And then she starts laughing for a very different reason.

“ATSUSHIHIHEHEHEE!”

Kyouka flinches as Lucy’s shoulder jolts her off and blinks rapidly. Then she catches sight of Lucy’s hysterical expression and wide open mouth, someone’s fingers scribbling up her sides, and understands. Screeching, Lucy kicks and shoves at the boy in her lap, the culprit, and realizes that with all the bodies piled on top of her, there is no escape.

Atsushi, the ever perseverant hero he is, grins up at her with teeth white as an angel but pointy as a beast. “Revenge.”

And this is what happens when you go up against Nakajima Atsushi.

ᓚᘏᗢ ♡ ≽^•⩊•^≼ ♡ ૮(˶• ༝ •˶)ა ♡ /ᐠ •̀ ˕ •́ マ ♡ ՞ↀ - ↀ՞

Ryu may have the most money but he has near-zero social capabilities. They all lack people skills actually, but Aku lost the last video game tournament. So he’s doing the grocery shopping.

Also they love each other <3

I don’t know why I got so emotional with Kyouka’s POV but it’s probably because I adore her to the ends of the earth. Two paragraphs of just Kyouka reflection bc I think she’s the type to start daydreaming in the middle of an attack.

Relationship HCs:

Atsushi and Lucy — like lonely little children in love, so desperately it hurts

Atsushi and Akutagawa — It’s Complicated™️ (it isn’t)

Akutagawa and Kyouka — it is actually complicated, but they’re getting there

Kyouka and Atsushi — the purest form of connection, siblings <3

Kyouka and Lucy — sisters who give each other the freedom to just be girls

Lucy and Akutagawa — from strangers to not so much so, united by their love for one special tiger (they’re still getting used to each other)

This is a long-ahh footnote I’m sorry