#so yall get proud sun man

[bowlfullofsunshine]

the eclipse was actually just Solar showing off his son proudly to everyone!

look at him! (Mori belongs to @kawaiialeisha)

[togenabi]

pick me up

roronoa zoro (opla) x reader

♡—zoro never paid your jokes or pickup lines any mind. that is, until something happens that makes you stop.

word count♡— 3.2k

genre♡— mild angst, fluff, straw hat!reader

content notes♡— opla zoro, fem!reader, reader wears a dress and tells very bad jokes, creepy dude oc, don't be creepy be cool yall, reader pulls off a heist with nami, zoro gets jealous, alcohol consumption, no use of y/n, barely proofread

also on♡— ao3

author's note♡— this is a request from anon! I'm sorry if I tweaked a few things, I'm not the best at angst hhhh I hope you still like it!

“Okay, okay. Wait. I got it this time.” You say, already trying to keep from laughing. 

“Why were the kids having trouble in pirate class?”

Zoro only side-eyes you with his arms crossed, vehemently unimpressed. 

“Because they were overbored!” 

Watching for his reaction intently, you keep your eyes focused on his face... Nothing changes. 

You tsk, but aren’t seriously discouraged. This is how he always reacts to your jokes, after all. “I’ll get you one of these days, Roronoa Zoro.”

The swordsman only sighs, leaning back into his seat to take a nap. “You do that.”

“Don’t listen to him, love.” Sanji says from the other side of the kitchen as he cleans the counter. “I thought that joke was good.”

“You’re lying, but I appreciate the sentiment, Sanji.” You grin at him. Focusing back on the book you were reading, you miss the amused, challenging look Sanji sends Zoro.

Everyone hears Luffy approaching the kitchen before he enters. “Guys!” He bellows. “We’ll be reaching land soon. Be ready to leave in fifteen minutes!”

The majority of the day is spent restocking supplies. You were all split up into pairs, but before you left, Luffy pointed to a restaurant with a flashy, illuminated sign on top that reads: ‘Bistro of Light’. How cringey of them.

“We should meet there for dinner! You don’t mind taking a break, right, Sanji?” Luffy asks eagerly, and you think that no one could say no to him when he’s so enthusiastic. Sanji nods, and you all go through the town until the sun starts to set.

The inside of the restaurant is just as ridiculous as the sign outside. Chandeliers of every color hang on the ceiling. Huge fish tanks and fountains lined with lights almost blind you. You laugh when looking at it all causes Zoro to wince. 

“Hey Zoro,” You call for him. “You know what’s faster than the speed of light?”

“...”

“My heartbeat when I think of you!” You wink at him, proud of the joke even when he only sighs and looks away.

Usopp walks up to a receptionist standing behind a desk. “Hey. Table for six, if you would be so kind.”

“I’m afraid we’re at full capacity at the moment.” They respond. “You’ll have to wait, is that alright?”

Everyone shares a look. Except for Luffy, who looks dead set on eating here, you all feel unsure about waiting.

“When’s the next table going to be available?” Usopp asks. “We’re actually a really big deal. It’s gonna be really embarrassing for you guys if you don’t let us in.” The person frowns, face screaming, ‘is this guy serious’?

But before they can reply, a booming voice enters the restaurant. A tall man, dressed in a pristine white suit and wearing jewels on every finger, pushes you out of the way to yell at the receptionist. You stumble, but thankfully Zoro is there to catch you.

“What on earth is going on here?! Why are there so many people crowding the entryway?!” He fumes, angrily gesturing to your group. 

“If they’re not going to eat, then I strongly suggest—” The rich man freezes suddenly, his eyes trained on you.

You keep your face as emotionless as possible, but you die laughing inside when Nami swipes a brooch from his jacket while he’s distracted with you.

“Ah,” The man says. His tone softening a considerable amount as he walks over to you. “I thought I had the best jewels in my treasury, but you're the most radiant gem I've ever laid my eyes on.” It takes everything in you to not back away. Zoro tenses beside you.

“Why haven’t these guests been guided to a table?” He asks, turning back to the receptionist.

“We’re at full capacity, Sir.” Oh. He must own the place. It makes sense that the owner is as gaudy as everything else in here.

“That won’t do.” He looks back to you, and you swear you could feel your skin crawl under his gaze. 

“I am Helios. Welcome to my establishment.” The man introduces himself with a flourish, bowing to you. His jewels and gold accessories glint in the light. “What might your name be?”

Reluctantly, you introduce yourself. Had this been a normal situation, you would have turned around and walked away from him the second he saw you. But, you could feel the crew going hungry, and you’re sure Nami will want to snag another ring or two—so you play nice.

Helios smiles, repeating your name. He was probably trying to sound romantic, but he’s not doing anything for you. Not when Zoro says your name much better.

You keep Zoro’s voice in mind, remembering how nice it sounds. It’s easier to smile at Helios that way. Time to lay on the charm, “I was really looking forward to having dinner here. I don’t suppose you could help us out?”

“Follow me, my dear. You deserve to dine upstairs. The view is simply spectacular at this hour.” Helios holds out his hand to you, but Luffy—bless his soul—grabs it to shake it zealously.

“Thanks so much for letting us eat here, Mr. Helios!” Luffy claps him on the back. Helios looks dumbfounded, and the crew does an impressive job keeping their composure. 

Helios tries to walk beside you as he guides you all upstairs, but Zoro is steadfast on your right, and Nami smartly positions herself on your left. Luffy and Usopp tug the restaurant owner along, chatting his ear off. You almost feel bad for him. 

Nami murmurs, her voice carefully silent so only you can hear. “Treasury, huh?”

You smile. “Of course you’d be curious about that.”

“Think you could get us to his mansion?” She dares you, eyes aglow at the promise of a good heist.

“I know I can.” You pause walking to check your reflection on an ornate, sun-shaped mirror. After fixing your hair, you grin at your friends. “I’m irresistible, after all.”

Maybe if you weren’t busy buttering up your host, you would have noticed that Zoro wasn’t eating properly. Normally, you would force him to eat. You would pile food on his plate, telling that joke about fake noodles being impasta that always cracks you up.

Zoro frowns at the meal in front of him. The fish seems to frown back. Sighing, he decides to just order another drink. But no matter what he consumes, a bitter taste always blooms in his mouth afterwards. 

The glass in his hand almost cracks when he hears your voice sucking up to Helios again. “So, you own this place? Do you live around here?”

Helios leans far too close towards you, but you grin and bear it. “Would you like a private tour, my gem?”

You place a hand on his arm, he may read it as affection, but you hold him so he keeps that distance. “That sounds wonderful.”

Zoro huffs under his breath. He needs another drink. 

Thankfully, Helios serves good booze at his manor. Zoro almost didn’t want to drink any of it, but he needs alcohol in his system if he has to watch you flirt with this idiot so Nami can rob him blind. Whatever she steals better be worth all this, or else he might punch something. Or someone. Preferably Helios.

You share a look with Nami and give her an imperceptible nod. With that signal, she passes by and pretends to lose her footing. Wine seeps into your clothes, staining the fabric and sticking it to your skin. Did she really have to pick red wine? You liked this shirt.

“Oh, my dear!” Helios gasps. “You should get cleaned up. I’ll have my servants draw you a bath and bring you fresh clothes.”

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve watched where I was going.” Nami loops her arm through yours. “Let me help you with that.” 

And so, with another fake smile sent Helios’ way, you rush with Nami to find the treasury.

“Be quick.” Nami says once you enter the luxurious bathroom prepared for you. 

As tempting as the bubble bath is, you only take a few wet towels to tidy up. You step into the curtained area, about to strip when Nami holds out a hand to stop you.

“Wait.” She says, her tone serious. A teddy bear holding a rose is propped up on a shelf behind you. Tapping its eyes, Nami scowls before throwing the bear into the trash bin.

“A camera?” She nods. “Seriously? What a creep.”

You and Nami inspect the room. It’s not clear if there are other hidden cameras, but she stands guard in front of the shower curtains just in case.

“Hey,” She starts. “Did you notice Zoro acting weird tonight?”

You frown as you change into the dress Helios prepared. “What do you mean?”

Nami hums in thought. “He’s just…” A dumbass, she wants to say, but doesn’t. “He seems extra grumpy.”

That causes you to laugh. “I guess I should prepare more jokes for him when we get back.”

She winces. “...I’m not that sure he likes those.”

“Hm… Maybe not, but,” You pause to think. He may not laugh loudly as Luffy does, but he never shot you down for being bubbly around him. “Zoro would have told me to shut up by now if he didn’t, right?”

“Huh.” Nami says. “You got a point.”

You push the curtains aside, grinning at her. “Come on, let’s break into that treasury.”

“Of course, my gem.”

“Oh my god, if that sticks I’m going to be so mad.”

The treasury was a vault full of everything from jewels to ornamental weapons. Nami playfully crowned you with a diamond tiara, and she put on dangling emerald earrings that looked stunning on her.

After filling your bags and pockets with the most you can carry, you and Nami head out to find the others. You run into Usopp on the way back to the lounge.

“I see you two cleaned up well.” He jokes. “Luffy and Sanji are in the kitchen. I was just on my way there.”

“Where’s Zoro?” You ask.

“With Helios. You know him, still drinking.”

“We should leave soon.” Nami insists. “We risk getting caught the longer we stay.”

“Right.” You hand Usopp your bag, his eyes widen comically when he feels how heavy it is. “I’ll just go say goodbye, I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

Before you even enter the lounge, however, you hear Zoro speak your name. Are they talking about you? You press your back against the wall, straining to hear their conversation.

You almost wish you didn’t.

“She tells the worst jokes and doesn’t know when to quit it. Thinks she’s hilarious but she’s really not.” Zoro speaks in that deep voice that would usually be comforting to you—but his words now pierce through you painfully.

“What exactly is your relationship with her?” Helios asks, and Zoro is silent. It feels like your heart crumbles for every second he doesn’t answer.

You’re friends! You’ve been dreaming of more but, you’ve always been friends.

…Aren’t you? Doesn’t he think so?

“I don’t know.” Your heart fully shatters. What does he mean he doesn’t know? “She just sticks to me a lot. It can get annoying.”

“Well. That’s unfortunate, but it’s nothing to sob over.” Helios kisses his teeth. “I don’t care about her attitude. All that doesn’t matter as long as she has that pretty face.”

You wait for Zoro to say something. Anything. You want him to cut Helios where he stands.

But he doesn’t. The silence drags on. The air feels like it’s pushing you down, crushing your lungs. You have to get out of here.

You burst into the kitchen, trying your best not to cry. Nami immediately rushes to you, holding your shoulders to steady you. “What happened?”

Letting out a shuddered breath, you whisper, “You were right.” It’s impossible to think straight right now. “I want to leave.”

You look to Luffy, still shaken up. Your captain’s expression is serious as he nods. “Go ahead, we’ll get Zoro and catch up.” Not needing to be told twice, you head out the door.

Before she follows you, Nami hisses at Sanji, “Talk some sense into that dumbass, won’t you?”

The entire walk back to the Going Merry is silent. You’re grateful Nami doesn’t immediately press you for what happened, but you know that you should answer her questions. You finally get the words out in the safety of her cabin.

You sit cross-legged on the bed, and everything comes pouring out. “He called me annoying.” 

“Zoro?” She asked, offering you a box of tissues.

“Yeah.” You sniff, taking the box.

“I’m sorry. That was fucked up of him to say.”

Unsure how to properly comfort you, Nami gets up and retrieves extra pillows from a storage compartment.

“Why don’t we have a girl’s night?” Nami asks, offering you a smile. It pulls a smile out of you too, the first one you mustered since Zoro crushed your spirit. 

“I’d like that.” 

Zoro is confused to find that you and Nami had left before them. Luffy gave Helios some lame excuse that you weren’t feeling well, but Zoro knew better. If you were really sick, the whole crew would be panicking and rushing to get to you.

He stares at Sanji and Usopp, trying to piece together what really happened. They both turn away from him, refusing to say anything.

In the next second, a maid rushes out, panting and screaming, “Mr. Helios! The treasury has been robbed!”

Fine. Answers can come later. For now, they need to run.

Once they’re back on the ship, Sanji follows Zoro into his cabin. He stares at the chef blankly, “Get out.”

“Did you do something?” Sanji leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Get out.” Zoro repeats, about to push him out of the room when Sanji speaks your name.

“She was upset. Asked to leave as soon as possible.” Sanji’s gaze is almost menacing, and his frown deepens when Zoro’s face falls. So, that’s what happened. You had heard him.

“Fuck.” Zoro groans, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Everyone noticed you getting bitchy over Helios.” Sanji notes “Did you confront him or something?”

Scoffing, Zoro sits on his hammock, the fabric dips under his weight. “It was something, all right.”

Wanting Zoro to explain himself unpromptedly, Sanji just watches him and lets the silence hang in the air. After a solid, suffocating minute, the swordsman caves.

“I called her annoying.” Zoro breathes out deeply. “I said her jokes aren’t funny and that she sticks to me a lot.”

“Man, that’s screwed up.” Sanji gapes. “I thought you cared about her?”

“Of course I do, but I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.” Zoro defends. “Luffy’s the only one who laughs at her jokes, and she’s always by my side.” 

Sighing, Zoro continues, “...but I never minded any of it. I learned to care for those parts of her a long time ago. I was only trying to get that shithead off her back.”

“You’re an idiot.” Sanji concludes. “You have the emotional depth of a sink, sometimes.”

Zoro, surprisingly, doesn’t insult the chef back. He stares at the wall, slouched and looking the most empty Sanji’s ever seen him.

“What should I do?” He asks. “How should I make it up to her?”

Sanji’s eyes light up, he beams and claps his hands together in excitement. Even if Zoro hasn’t heard it yet, he already dreads the chef’s suggestion. 

“I have an idea.”

When you woke up the next morning, you had every intention of avoiding Zoro like the plague. It was still really difficult to look at him, the hurt you felt still stings your heart. 

But unfortunately for you, he had other plans. 

You’re gazing out into the sea on the forecastle deck when you hear a familiar set of heavy footsteps. You sigh. “I don’t want to talk, Zoro.”

“I’m not here to talk.” You turn to him questioningly, but you really shouldn’t give him the time of day. Wasn’t he the one who complained about you clinging to him?

You don’t say anything. Only glaring at him and hoping he sees how disappointed you feel. Zoro stands here, appearing strangely vulnerable. If you weren’t so hurt, you would have hugged him by now. 

But you are. So he has to wallow in the awkwardness of the consequences of his words. He—wait. What’s that on his face?

“I…” Is he… blushing? “I’m sorry I wasn’t around in the past.” 

You make a face and blink at him. What is he up to?

“...Can I be part of your future?”

That knocks the wind right out of you, your jaw practically falls to the floor. Did Roronoa Zoro just use a pickup line? On you? You can’t help but glance at your surroundings to check if the sky is still blue.

No—hold on. He can’t win you over just like that. He needs to explain why he said what he did. 

“You said my jokes are the worst.” You grumble.

“They are.” Zoro looks straight into your eyes as he speaks. “But you’re one of the best things to ever happen to me.”

“You said I always stick to your side.”

He doesn’t miss a beat and answers earnestly, “You do. And I wouldn’t want you to be anywhere else.”

“…You said you didn’t know what our relationship is.”

That causes Zoro to pause, searching your eyes as if he’ll find the answer in them. “…I don’t.”

Oh, this impossible sword-brain of a man. Your lips quiver, and you realize you can’t fight back your smile anymore. “I love you, Zoro.”

His expression shifts from anxiousness to shock, relief, and a bit of something else... 

“I love you, too.” Ah, of course. Love, that too.

Slowly, tentatively, he raises his arms, inviting you to an embrace. He’s adorable, looking a teensy bit nervous that you wouldn’t want to hold him. Giggling, you rush to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he envelops your shoulders. 

“I bet Sanji taught you to apologize with that line.” You murmur into his chest. “If you tell me another one…” Zoro cringes, his frame tensing. 

“...I’ll give you a kiss.” His expression lifts, seriously considering it.

After a minute, Zoro clears his throat. You almost squeal in excitement.

“Roses are red, violets are blue…” A classic. This is going to be good.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel awkward, I just want to have dinner with you.” You gasp, squeezing him tighter. 

“Yes! That was perfect.” Laughing, you reach up and hold his face to keep your promise. 

You plant a sweet, short kiss on his lips. When you pull away, he’s looking at you like he would fight anyone for you. He probably would, if you’re being honest.

“You’re perfect.” He breathes, mouth against yours and then he’s kissing you again.

Hiding behind a pile of crates, the rest of the crew whoop and cheer. (Silently.)

“That was such a good line!” Luffy whispers.

“I still think he should have used the ‘I don’t speak angel’ one.” Usopp whispers back.

“What are you talking about?!” Sanji angrily, quietly mutters. “That was perfect because he apologized and delivered the line.”

“Shut it, you guys. I was right, he didn’t last a day with her mad at him.” Nami holds out her palm. “Pay up.” The others groan, handing her some berry. All’s well that ends well.

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[bitchlessdino]

take a seat (m)

Pairing: chan x afab!reader Genre: smut Word count: 2.9k tags: house mates au, couch sex, spitting, thigh riding, fingering, oral (fem. receiving) Summary: Who knew your favorite seat would someone else’s lap, let alone Lee Chan of all people. author note: hi. yall don't know how hype i am to see all of dino variety appearances, not only that. i am so proud of how far he's come. i only can say this was all him. finally his merit is being shown and appreciated. this is all so amazing. what an great time to be alive.

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It was the dead of night, long hours past hours of dusk and you were hitting the liquid fire too carelessly. You were starting to see things not clearly and started seeing people that you wouldn’t otherwise think about look more breathtaking than the rest. Every sway, every gaze, every lock of hair. He moved with both precision and ease, so effortlessly perfect in every light that hit him.

He even had you bewitched, probably the last person that would’ve ever thought these things about him. He’s charming—no doubt about it—but young and bright wasn’t your type. Lee Chan had to be the youngest and brightest. You knew one day you’d drown that brightness until that light would turn dim. That’s what you’ve always said, now you could feel your dribble coming from both ends.

You picked up remnants from your mouth with the back of your hand, your eyes not once led astray away from his body that moved like shadows. Your legs stayed clamped together, twisting and turning in your seat. ‘Maybe it was the alcohol’, you thought, but that churn in your stomach and that shiver down your spine made it undeniable. Every time his eyes went as far as lingering in your direction, you’d flicker your gaze elsewhere in fear of being caught. You were ninety-seven percent sober at this point, and that mindset hadn’t changed.

“Okay, let’s wrap it up! 2 am. Time to get going. Uber everyone!” Seungcheol rounded up all his friends, pulling his phone out of his pocket to grab a ride.

You stood off to the side, silently observing as most of your friends tried animatedly convincing Seungcheol that the night was still young. He was still in your sight, so crazy mesmerizing that it made you claw up your own thigh. Your feet tapped anxiously against the concrete, pretending to think about anything else, and soon enough an SUV with a big logo on the windshield.

“Get in, children!”

“Wait,” you stopped them in their tracks, “there’s only enough for four extra people. We have five.”

Seungcheol shrugged, “I figured we could squeeze, or have someone sit on someone else’s lap.”

“We’re five fully grown adults,” Wonwoo interjected matter-of-factly, “There’s no squeezing. Any volunteers?”

You sighed, “I guess I will, since I’m a last minute addition tonight.”

“Alright, Chan will be the sacrificial lamb.”

The rest of your friends stared back at the young man expectedly, a puzzled expression on his face. “Uh, sure. No problem with me.”

You offered him an awkward smile before mouthing ‘sorry,’ to which he nodded, giving you silent reassurance that all was okay. 

Everyone else made themselves comfortable and you made do with the painfully awkward situation, feeling Chan’s smooth and toned legs as you sat down. Like heaven underneath you,  you almost melted into the durability of his thighs, nearly audibly moaning upon contact. You shifted your weight in his lap cautiously, attempting to find a less than comfortable position with no signs of success, having you internally curse to yourself. Like you were doing to your sanity, you gripped the bar above the car door to keep still, shallow breaths escaping your lungs. You glanced back at him apologetically; (1) for practically using him like a chair, (2) for enjoying it immensely.

“Am I heavy? I am, aren't I?”

He shook his head reassuringly, kindness in his eyes. “You’re fine. Don’t worry about it.”

One fast run over a speed bump and the lack of a seat belt caused a bounce against your fleshy seat. Chan instinctively found purchase around your waist, guiding you back to his lap safely as he locked his arms around you like an automatic safety net. His groan rose the hairs on your arms and the sensation of his toned chest hitting your back in his embrace made you swallow back audibly pleasure.

“Chan,” you softly moaned, sounding more sexually charged than you intended.

“Still good,” he repeated in a rasp, a subtle but noticeable flush on his cheeks. “Nothing I didn’t expect.”

Your other housemates chuckled like silent observers, keeping to themselves. The eldest passenger of all cleared his throat before making his announcement. “Sit tight, guys. We’re almost back at the sharehouse.”

No sworn word of Seungcheol could drop your elevated heart rate. Every passing minute you couldn’t stop thinking about how you were held for all those two seconds, feeling the pool of your heat dampen the thin fabric of your underwear. You avoided his eyes the rest of the trip, ignoring the burning churn in your stomach.

You couldn’t run out of that car fast enough when you reached the sharehouse lot. Your heart pumping out of your chest, you were ready to absolve all unchaste sensations to save face by locking yourself in your room for as long as you could. The others were quick to follow behind and you heard their footsteps a beat after yours up the stairs.

“Hey wait!”

Chan’s voice at the end of the hall could stop you from swinging your door for it to shut, sparing you a moment of peace. That moment didn’t last all that long before there was a knock on the other side of the door. Through the wood, you can hear the heavy panting of a man who ran too many flights of stairs too quickly to get there, you know because you were hyperventilating the same way getting away from him.

“You ran…so fast…barely caught up.”

You softly cleared your own throat, taking your time to speak through the door. “Sorry, Chan,” you croaked. “Really tired. Couldn’t wait to knock out. Maybe I can help you out with whatever you need tomorrow?”

“Oh, nothing like that. You ran away—I mean off—so quickly you dropped your wallet in the car.”

“Oh. Okay, uh.” You opened the door, viewing his relieved smile stretched across his cheeks. “Thanks, Chan.”

He handed it to you, his gentle touch slipped past yours and the sensation tensed against your skin. “No problem. Oh hey, are you coming to the event tomorrow too? Should be fun.”

You shook your head. “Oh, no. I mean tonight was great, but I’m probably just gonna recharge tomorrow.”

He nodded agreeably. “Ok. Sounds good.”

“Mmh,” you lingered at the door a moment too long, unsure of what to say next. “Well, good night, Chan.”

He politely smiled. “Good night.”

The door closed, shutting out the outside world, peace—finally—in its wake. That’s what you thought anyway.

The reality was that the following day took forever to come when you could hardly sleep, finding it in you only when the sun was an hour from rising. Most of the morning was spent in bed, listening to the rustle behind the very thin walls. 

It was still the weekend but somehow the other people you lived with managed to keep themselves busy, probably because it was that much closer to Halloween. Even leaving your room, you see the house full of festivities from fake skeletons and sticky spiderwebs. They were nice to look at but not something you found a reason to go out for. 

And for once, it looks like you aren’t alone. You weren’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing yet.

“You didn’t go to the party?” you plainly pointed out.

Chan shrugged from down the stairs, flaunting his Ironman tee shirt and sweatpants. “Thought it wouldn’t be as fun without you.”

“Yeah,” You smiled amused coming down the steps, “because I’m the life of the party, right?”

He chuckled, complexion somehow glossy and radiant in the darkness of the stairwell. “Those guys can be a lot and you’re chill. It’s a nice change of pace.”

The silence in the house was deafening. Had it been any other day before yesterday, this would’ve been fine—civil even—but the back of your head told you things. Things you wanted to do him from front to back, head to toe, sideways, all of the above. Chan had this vice grip on you that escape didn't even seem like an option.

“So we’re just like, the only people at the sharehouse right now?”

“That alright?”

“…sure.”

You ended up sharing the common room together, pretending as if inner demons wasn’t grinding your gears. The first thirty minutes went up in silence and silent chuckles while Halloween Town played, a healthy distance in between you both. Even if you didn’t celebrate the holiday that much, you enjoyed the movies.

“On a scale of one to ten, how much of a better time are you having than yesterday?”

You waved your hands defensively, laughing. “It’s not like that.”

He scoffed, watching you from his peripheral. “You were sitting at the bar all night just watching. You must’ve been bored.”

“I had fun, it’s just…staying home is nice sometimes. Not so suffocating.”

“Like that car ride, maybe?”

You let out quiet laughs, crossing your arms. “Ha. A little bit Kind of a bumpy ride.”

He looked for signs of any discomfort, memories of the night prior flashing in his head including the weight of your body against his. “If I startled you last night, sorry.”

“No, not at all. Your lap is actually comfortable.” The realization hit you like a bus and suddenly you had flying saucers for eyes.

He smiled at your expression, pressing it into a thin line to suppress the laughter threatening to erupt. “Really? I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I didn’t—I slipped. You kept me from flying out of my seat and out the window, you know? I just say dumb shit. Ignore it.”

“Noted, but since you said it…having you sit in my lap was an experience I didn’t think I’d enjoy as much as I did.”

You stared at him for a while, a thousand and one things running through your mind, one being the theory that he didn’t seem to hate what he was put through either.

“You can go ahead and ignore that if you want.”

Then your hand landed on his, wrapping around his digits as you lifted off the couch and in front of him. He quietly watched you turn around with your back towards his and slowly drop into his lap. You familiarized yourself with their warmth, your legs softly parted to embrace both his sides. Turning your head, you met eyes in sultry ponder, anticipating his reaction.

“Like that?” You asked, feigning innocence.

He gazed up at you in soft wonder, lightly shifting in his seat and pressing his back into the couch. “Yeah…just like that.”

You hummed contentedly, stabling yourself against furniture. Naturally, desire took a form inside you and you found yourself putting your full weight against him, causing the tension of his muscles. “It’s a lot more comfortable than yesterday actually. Maybe because I can—“you coughed before you let the words leave your lips.

“Feel me through my pants?” He finished cheekily.

You softly chuckled. “No comment.” 

He matched your smile, teeth finding the flesh of his bottom lip and biting until he tasted metal. He cursed under his breath, hands finding purchase on your hips and ingraining your shape in every wrinkle of his brain. His moans vibrated against your skin, garnering every ounce of power in him to take things slow. These were the kinds of things meant to be savored.

Your body then moved like waves, crashing into him like a brewing storm. Your legs clamped around one of his thighs, rolling your heat at the girth of his leg and admiring the sensation of it flexing underneath you. Chan let out soft grunts, quietly expelling air through his nose. You mused back at him. “You like that? That feel good?”

He only moaned in response, to which you smiled. You let your back connect with his chest, grinding down his lap as the print of his cock hugged between your cheeks. “You’re so big, Chan…”

His hands ran over your thighs, finding the hem of your shorts before his fingers delicately hovered over your clothed arousal. He felt your breath hitch and he pressed a single digit before he dragged it through your covered folds. You moaned loudly in his ear—the TV not standing a chance of drowning it out—while your breath burned his skin and pebbled his skin. You spread your legs to give him more real estate, noticing already how the fluid layered on your inner thighs.

“I can feel how wet you are,” he purred, “how do you feel about taking these off?”

You swallowed. “Yes, please…”

He helped to lay you bare, touching you as his hips dug into the plush flesh of your ass. He only grew bigger under your touch all while you grew wet under his. Body and sweat fusing into one, your chest heaved as Chan’s fingers circled around your slit, squeezing clit between two digits.

Then he stopped himself, a thought popping ingeniously in his head, and he brought his hand up to your face, “Spit in my hand.” 

You looked back at it hesitantly, seeing the film of your remnants on every single finger. Nonetheless, you did as he requested, noting the size of the splatter. His hand went down to find you again, rubbing the moisture in until you were coated all over. His fingers hooked inside and stretched your walls to split you open. He made room to plunge deeper between your molten walls at a practiced pace. You mewled like a feral animal, coming apart with your legs occasionally elevating off him in defeat.

Your legs hooked on either side of his thighs, shaking. You felt his breath on your neck, teeth grazing the skin, voice indicating his focus on your pleasure and how it came to fruition. You were transfixed on his moment, seconds away from cumming, and you weren’t afraid to let him know. “I’m gonna, Mmh, Chan, I’m gonna cum…”

“Do it,” he breathed, shuddering, “I wanna feel you cum in my hand.”

You cried when it happened, falling back against him to the point he held your thighs against your chest. He slapped the back of your thigh every time you jumped, oh well, his fingers jackhammered you into submission. You bucked around them, squirming for release and Chan’s encouragement was more than enough motivation. “Cum for me, hmm…”

Your face grew hot, your legs weak as they bounced in his grip. You clenched around his fingers, stuttering your hips as your vision of light turned into shooting stars. “Yes, yes, shit!”

Chan pulled out of you to look at their milky sheen, practically dripping liquid gold before they entered his mouth. His tongue swept over every finger, sucking them like milk from a bottle. He pushed them in knuckles deep and noticeably his eyes rolled back in his skull in response. His moans deepened into praises, licking every drop until they were nearly squeaky clean. He glazed over you in contempt, mischief on his lips before smiling sweetly as if not a dark thought in his mind, although that was far from the truth.

“Bend over for me.”

You blinked back at him in a daze. “Huh?”

He pushed you until your hands reached the ground and he buried his face between your cheeks. His tongue lapping up your climax, the hug of your flesh around his face bringing him to enlightenment. That time you screamed, screamed loud enough that if anyone were here at home they’d hear but no it was just the two of you, so you screamed louder. Your hand planted against the wood boards, buzzing, moaning as you felt the wetness from his tongue circle around your folds to then taste what was in between. 

He sounded hungry. As If he hadn’t been let out of his cage until now. His hands spread you apart, the full length of his tongue fucking you stupid until you could taste ecstasy on your own tongue.

“The prettiest fucking pussy…” he sucked out every last drop as his thumb rubbed against your swollen clit, “I’ve ever fucking seen…”

Your heart was going at a million beats a minute. You felt tied to a post flinching in and out as he rutted you with his mouth. Sweat beading your already clammy body. Drool and cum running down your thighs. You convulsed around his tongue as tears brimmed in your eyes. “Chan, ngh, too much—fuck, you’re gonna make me explode—“

“Can’t,” he said between breaths. His fingerprints stained your flesh, gripping you so hard that he could see the marks he made into your flesh as he took you in rapid and needy strokes. “So good…you taste so fucking good…”

You whined helplessly, lifting your face from the ground. “Chan—oh fuck—please...”

Having you claw at the floor it wasn’t until he made you cum again that he’d stop, feeling you pulse around his tongue. A hearty moan escaped him tasting your climax in real time, savoring the release until what’s inside of his mouth was painted a solid white.

He came up to the surface with half his face covered in your arousal like a gold medal for the clean plate club, licking away whatever remained on his lips. He pulled you back up against him, resting against the sound drumming of his chest.

You took his clean hand, locking yours through it. You kissed his cheek, briefly tasting your salty tang. He glanced back at you, a soft gentle smile on his face before connecting your lips for the first time, the familiar taste now pungent and enticing from his lips. “You felt and tasted,” he added bashfully, laughing, “incredible. I hope you’re not too tired, I’d really like to know how it feels you riding me with my cock inside you.”

“We can have that arranged.”

[risetherivermoon]

heres my (not composed at all) composed thoughts from today !!MAJOR dndads spoilers for ep47!!

first of all, hermie :(( THE INTRO??? JUST EUGH I WAS TRYING NOT TO CRY IN PUBLIC- the hand holding part? im just...god, anthony burch why would you do this to me

then theres linc helping norm carry the body, just accepting that thats what he needed then...god, and scary was so soft with normal this episode about everything the feelings were biggg, normal trying to do the spell with the coins- just ugh

(then theres the twins hotwiring a car together in perfect sync? i just love the two of them sm so i loved that detail, the fact anthony outright says that they move as one force too, just- god their twin codependency makes me ill)

them traveling to what im assuming (lot of context clues) is the remains of oakvale....the old man being barry?? im so happy will remembered that henrys an elf with his aging thing too, the fact he runs a refugee camp on old earth?? im in love with that, and just how they went with his character, it makes me so sad tho... mercedes :(( pls im in shambles

scam? scam likely caring about hermie?? im just- fuck man. scam apologizing repeatedly saying he cant do anything, admiting he was a terrible father? i just- him not realizing that something he created would grow into a person with a personality and people who care for him, then that being ripped away... normal punching scam? (deserved) and i just cant get over the way normal is carrying his body everywhere, and holding hermies hand-

HENRY AND DOOD?? ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?? "for some reason you feel like home" GOD. henry asking if everyone wants tea and his hands trembling- lord.

will campos ripped my fucking heart out with that sob- i cant, it was so fucking raw.

the burial? them all gathering flowers?? the twins helping too??? im fucking ill im sick im done GODDD.

the words they all said? normal calling hermie his sweet prince? everything scary said??? normal saying that they should put the sun back because hermie never got to see the sunrise- IGFEIufh

HENRY SAYING HES FUCKING PROUD OF NORMAL IM GONNA JUMP OUT A WINDOW!! OH MY GOD NORMAL SO NEEDED THAT- im just im so ill about the oak family

HENRY MENTIONING THAT HIS FAVORITE TV SHOW WAS CANCELLED AND ITS FINALLY COME BACK?? GODDD

the fucking shades witch- i was cackling oh my god,

lark shaking henry's hand and sparrow hugging him?!!? HENRY BARELY HUGGING BACK??

lil hero and norm at a shooting range?? six year old norm shooting the ground omg, lark was so gentle with him someone kill me- im a firm lark-is-normal's-dad-believer honestly

NORMALS THE FUCKING CHOSEN ONE??? YALL??? i saw this coming but i was still so caught off guard

literally wtf was that fleshy thing, mr burch im in ur walls

the last "NORMAL WHAT DID YOU DO??" shambles im in shambles

god this episode was so much...im losing it, it was great, the oak family episodes are always so amazing i love it...rip hermie, i miss him so much already

[httpsdana]

HI BABS ITS ME AGAIN (OFC)

Can I have 33,39,44 for my man Ofc bcs you know I’m obsessed with ow you write him for me

He’s just WOW

I LOVE YOU THE MOST

- your lil 💖💖💖

Cleaning Time~Eric Garcia

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

When my Lil asks you know I have to write it immediately. enjoy babes <33

YALL MY BOYS WON THE LEAGUE IM SO PROUD OF THEM

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

33-"I hate you" "love you too sweetheart"

39-"Shut up you're not my mum/dad"

44-"I'm tired" "come here"

It was one of those days were y/n just felt like cleaning the whole house. Hers and Eric's apartment was huge, but she knew she'll do it anyways, its just who she is.

Waking up at 6am, y/n got out of her bed and opened the curtains of her bedroom. Eric, who had no training that day and was in deep sleep, groaned when the light from outside entered the room. The sun still hasn't rose up completely, but there was definitely some light.

"y/n...what are you doing?" he said in his deep morning voice, covering his face with her pillow.

"up up Eric. Its cleaning day" she clapped her hands before walking to the bathroom

After doing her business and brushing her teeth, she went back to the bedroom, to see Eric asleep again

"Eric!" she yelled, making him jump up with his eyes widening

"I'm up. I'm up" he raised his hands in defeat, letting out a sigh as he rubbed his eyes still adjusting to the light

She smiled at him, pressing a kiss on his cheek before ushering him to the bathroom

y/n had a plan, for her and Eric. She knew if they were cleaning in the same room, they wouldn't get anything done. So she distributed the chores on her and Eric.

"okay so first I'm gonna be cleaning the kitchen cupboards while you do the laundry okay?" she asked looking up from the paper she had her plan on

Eric looked at her with an amused look making her roll her eyes

"I'm serious Eric!" she whined at his lack of seriousness

"okay okay. just give me a kiss first" he pukered his lips, reaching out to pull her closer by her hips.

She rolled her eyes jokingly, standing on her tiptoes to reach his lips. She connected their lips into a small kiss, before she pulled away. Eric pecked her lips a few times making her giggle slightly before she pushed him away

"thats enough. the laundry is waiting" she reminded him

He rolled his eyes with a sigh before he walked out of the kitchen

If there was something y/n regreted, it was making that day their cleaning day. She already finished everything in the kitchen and had moved to their bedroom, while Eric decided to take a break and play some FIFA with the boys

y/n let out a sigh as she looked at the cloth mountains in front of her. She started arranging them, putting everything in its place, making sure to put her clothes on one side and Eric's on another, even when she knew she almost never wore hers.

"y/n? amor, are you still working here?" Eric asked, watching as she let out another sigh

"I am. I have to finish our closet, and then move to the living room and clean it too" she said, not giving him a single glance

"I think that's enough for today. you're tired" he pointed out, making her roll her eyes

"Shut up you're not my dad" she said, making Eric chuckle

"thats true I'm not. but I am your boyfriend and I think that you should stop for today" he walked closed to her, taking the hoodie she was holding in her hand away from her, making her groan.

"I hate you" she grumbled with a sigh of defeat

"love you too sweetheart" he blew her a kiss, before folding the hoodie and putting it in the closet

He got up and pulled y/n up with him.

"I'll be in the living room. take a shower and freshen up. you need it" he pressed a kiss on her forhead, making her smile

After taking a shower, y/n put on one of Eric's t-shirts with a pair of his shorts

She walked to living room, where Eric was still playing FIFA. He looked up when y/n came, giving her a smile as he paused his game

"I'm tired" she mumbled with a yawn

"come here" he patted his lap, spreading his legs a biy

She walked to him, sitting down on his lap, with her face in his neck, and legs around his hips, while he put his arms around her waist

"go to sleep my love. you need it" he whispered, pressing a kiss on the side of her head.

[visionthefox]

Oh boy, I really do hope that they get Sun more involved for when New Moon talks to Old Moon, because while it was heartbreaking to hear him say "Tell him I'm sorry" and how quiet he got because he was clearly upset, they can't sideline him for this too, Sun should talk to Old Moon, to get closure both about Old Moon's death, and about how complicated everything was between them before that, closure needs to happen The only reason I could see for Sun not wanting to talk to Old Moon is that he's afraid of something, like afraid of Old Moon being angry at him, or maybe more likely, him being afraid something else will happen if he gets involved with any of it since last time...Well, Old Moon died, so maybe he's too scared to even touch the brain stuff again But that also doesn't feel right, let Sun talk to his old brother one last time! At least that's how I feel, what does everyone else think?

WEON ACABAN DE POSTEAR HAHAH man yall be fast! haha but yea yea! I hoped Moon would ask Sun to join in too! specially now Sun is finally opening up if only a bit! im Sure Sun has a A LOT of things in his mind about old Moon. not only regrets but Sun always hopes Moon to be proud of him.. I want Sun to ask Old Moon "I did good brother? Im.. Im no longer stupid,, right?" and finally get an HONEST reply, cuz each time was under preassure of clearly fake , I want Sun to get a real validation! aaa WHAT YALL THINK?? Im a bit mad? they didnt do it but also Im sure they need ppl to tell em what to ask exctly haha

[ohyoufool]

Writing Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Tagged by: @doggernaut and @montrealmadison my besties!!! I am so touched!!!!! and aren't we lucky that I just hit 10 posted fics?? And because I can't stop yapping, I put a little note about each of them.

austin (check, please!, bitty/jack)

"Jack comes to Georgia like a summer thunderstorm."

(this one is alternately titled 'I went through a lot of breakups last year and got into country line dancing and it shows')

call of the champions (check, please!, lardo/camilla)

"It’s Lardo and her board."

(THE FUCKING FIC. I AM SO PROUD OF HER. and also I bought a sick salt late city 2002 olympics leather jacket because of it and it's basically my whole personality)

creation myth (check, please!, bitty/jack)

"It goes like this."

(this is me and @montrealmadison's magnum opus, and I learned how to bind books just to immortalize it)

sloshed with gold (check, please!, bitty/jack)

"Jack’s phone starts ringing halfway through his Tuesday morning jog."

(if you like nhl!bitty and photographer!jack, she's your jam. not sure if I will ever like the way I wrote this one but eyyyyyy it exists)

rocket man (voltron, keith/lance)

"The fireflies were flickering above Keith’s dark hair to light the path. He stood on the porch as Lance looked out from the doorway. There was a moment of silence. “You will help me keep him here this time, won’t you?” he asked."

(I won't apologize for voltron. I am too far past the shame. i wrote a paper on voltron queerbaiting and it got me into college. I owe her everything.)

season of the witch (check, please!, bitty/jack)

"Sometimes, Bitty gets carried away with baking."

(um fun fact there's apparently been a typo in the first line of this one for the last THREE YEARS ?????? its fixed now but dear god. I would delete this if it didn't have the second most hits of any check please fic i've written. I cant reread it it makes me want to die.)

don't waste another mile or minute (not kissing me) (voltron, keith/lance)

"Light. An unusual amount of light. Keith throws his elbow over his face as he peels his eyes open, wincing as the sun blasts through an open window."

(an OLD banger that I wrote at my first internship because it was so boring. some clever lines but my writing has improved tenfold since 2018)

and all I can taste is this moment (voltron, adam/shiro)

"There is absolutely nothing like flying, Takashi Shirogane, sixteen, almost-professional pilot, assumes. He assumes because he hasn’t been allowed to fly (yet), but if the simulator gives him any idea of what flight is like, Shiro is going to be hungry for it for the rest of his life."

(my magnum opus before creation myth, and the longest thing I've ever written (48k). yall ever yolo on a rarepair and write a biblically accurate cold war fic? no? just me? ok.)

last sunrise in the wasteland (voltron, keith/lance)

"The first time that Keith kisses Lance, the sky is the color of cotton candy. "

(this is my fic with the most hits which is great except there's a softcore porn scene in it I forgot about and subsequently subjected my grandpa to when he was reading it and making edits for me. so now it makes me want to die a little thinking about that. no he never brought it up.)

In my veins (carry on, baz/simon)

"On the worst day, Baz wakes up in Simon’s arms, the cursed tattoo glaring at him in the morning sunshine. Simon is still passed out, body curled into Baz, chestnut curls bouncing with each heady breath. The mark bitten onto his neck from the night before flashing like a highway sign on his neck."

(once someone bookmarked this with the tag 'out of character' and it has haunted me every single fucking day since I read that. WHY DID THEY BOOKMARK IT IF THEY DIDN'T LIKE IT. sorry it drives me crazy. I DONT UNDERSTAND.)

Tagging (no pressure, and anyone else can also jump in!): @justlookfrightened @bittysthesis @chaoskiro @zimbits-my-love @parseisflat @a-very-gay-disaster @dessertwaffles

[divinexmight]

Home, sweet home

Wrote this fluffy little #BkDk fic for my precious friend, @Blu3Dragonfruit, who finished her exams a while ago and got ✨perfect✨ scores on all of them!! I’m so proud, yall 😭

CW:// Fluff, mostly SFW but implied NSFW, kissing

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"--HA! I WIN!!" Izuku gasps, startled by his Kacchan's sudden bark. The screw he was lining up with the bedpost fumbles through his fingers and falls into the pile of other screws at his feet.

Sunlight floods the bedroom, bathing a pile of moving boxes, a half-assembled bed frame, and a now (victoriously) completed bookshelf in an aura of soft golden light.

A sigh falls from Izuku’s nose as his head drops forward; emerald curls dance as he shakes his head. He crouches, a small smile betrays his exasperation; annoyance and affection colliding in this delightful moment of domesticity. A moment they have both fought, both personally and professionally, to achieve.

Izuku knew full well what he was getting himself into when he fell in love with the hyper-competitive Pomeranian of a man.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, but it’s not a contest, Kacchan. We have one day to set up as much of this place as we can before we are busy for 6 days straight.” Izuku sighs with a hint of amusement; sifting his fingers through the carpet, scavenging for the fallen screw. 

His boyfriend scoffs, the smug triumph in his voice rich as chocolate and dripping with arrogance. “Bet ur ass it wasn’t..”

Izuku side-eyes his symbol of victory, standing tall, arms crossed over his chest that’s puffed out like a strutting peacock. A pompous grin adorns the blonde's supple lips and ruby red eyes strike a fiery orange under the sun's glow.

He really is a devilishly handsome man, a fierce Adonis made even more enchanting in the gentle light.

"-'cause you never stood a chance, Nerd." his Kacchan victorious laughter fills the small room. Izuku smashes his lips together, pushing away the sassy comeback that springs into his mind. Instead, he focuses his attention back onto the bed frame- though his features twist into a knowing smirk. 

Izuku didn’t use to be like this. 

Over time, his childhood best friend turned boyfriend’s behavior has upgraded from bullying to insufferable teasing. Before, Izuku would never think of retorting. He would just take it on the chin, knowing his Kacchan had the best intentions.

However, now that the beast has been domesticated, getting on his Kacchan’s bad side has gone from scary

-to exciting.

Every drawing of his Kacchan’s ire a dangerous little game. How bratty can he get before he catches those hot, explosive hands on his thighs, wrists

-around his neck.

Izuku teeters on the edge of danger, the taunt balanced on the tip of his tongue as his Kacchan cackles in the background. 

He knows he shouldn't say it.

Izuku has been slowly climbing the ladder since he defeated All for One and saved Shigaraki. After graduation, he was #1 hero within a matter of days. In the years following, his Kacchan has fought for the #2 spot with their dear friend, Shoto.

Shoto and Izuku stopped caring once they discovered the reality of hero culture and the Hero Public Safety Commission.

-but his Kacchan’s ambition remained unquenchable.

It's a sensitive subject with his Kacchan

-And a prompt way to get exploded.

And Izuku, with his mind buzzing and Kacchan's laughter ringing in his ears, was playing with the detonator.

The urge to knock his Kacchan down half a peg boils over; off the tip of his tongue and out his mouth-

“Guess if this whole being a hero thing doesn’t pan out, and you are perpetually stuck in me and Shoto’s shadows, Ka-cchan~*,” Izuku muses, sarcasm dripping from his words. “You can always fall back on being Japan’s number one IKEA furniture assembler.”

The laughter abruptly cuts off.

Ominous silence- other than the soft breeze drifting in through the window past slowly twirling curtains.

A foot falls towards him.

Izuku cannot help the amused, wry smile that creeps wide across his face. He doesn’t even need to look, his Kacchan’s quiet fury like a roaring furnace looming ever closer.

Another.

The air becomes thick with his Kacchan’s presence. The familiar pop and snap of Nitroglycerin igniting sends a shiver down Izuku’s spine- wait.

/ahh no! The bed!/

His Kacchan’s rage is undiscerning and widespread. The hapless wooden frame surely wouldn’t survive. 

Unless he wanted to sleep on a couch for the next week, Izuku needed to douse the approaching roaring furnace before it blew up in his face, literally.

"Ah hah, Kacchan~*! I'm so slow! S-since you /won/ and finished the bookshelf first, why don't you start putting our p-pictures and stuff up?!"

Yet another foot falls; the snap of sparks now tickling the shell of his ear- 

"-y-you know, because the s-sooner I get this bed up-! The sooner you can break it, and me~*, in, Kacchan..." Izuku holds his breath, waiting for the explosive reaction.

Instead, a low "mmm" from the blonde's throat confirms he'll forget the comment for now. His hand and intensity retreats towards the stack of moving boxes near the window.

Nothing pacifies the Murder God like the promise of playtime

-but he knows he’ll pay for that later.

The room lapses into silence as his Kacchan looks through framed newspaper clippings, advertisements, and various hero achievements. As Izuku steps back to admire his handiwork on the bed frame, a pang of guilt gnaws at Izuku’s heart.

“I'm sorry, Kacchan” Izuku breaks the silence. “The hero comment..that was..uncalled for. I shouldn’t have said it.”

Without missing a beat, his Kacchan grumbles, “If you’re gonna talk shit, /Deku/, own it,” adding under his breath, “like I’m gonna own yur ass later”

Yea, he’s definitely paying for that later.

Izuku’s hearty laugh echoes through the room over his Kacchan’s quieter chuckle. Izuku finishes putting the sheets on the bed, playfully wiggling his shorts-clad thicc peach knowing full well his boyfriend’s delicious predatory gaze was still fixated on him. 

His Kacchan must be rubbing off on him. Izuku loves teasing his Kacchan. Loves capturing his gaze; holding his attention. He had no idea how good that hot carmine stare would feel over his flesh until they got together and he couldn't shake it.

The domineering voice that matches his favorite carmine stare interrupts the warm caress of Izuku’s thoughts. "This all that goes on this shelf?..We don't have any other pictures?" His Kacchan's brows furrow in confusion, a framed news article in his hand.

"Yea Kacchan, just that box." Izuku says without diverting his attention. Just the pillowcases and then he’ll be done with the bed. He's fluffing a pillow when he feels his Kacchan's presence behind him.

A powerful arm wraps around his midsection and snakes up his torso to his neck; a strong, but controlled, hot grip wrapping around his throat.

And in an instant, before he can even think

-his body surrenders on its own.

Izuku’s mind goes completely blank as his head lulls back into bulky shoulders. His eyes close to make his other senses sharper. 

A buttery, cinnamon sweet musk envelops his nose, reminding him of the safety and submission; pain and pleasure that come along with it. 

Izuku drapes his body along his Kacchan’s front, his back molding to fit his Kacchan’s adonis-like form. The saccharine promise of intoxicating, maddening, euphoric fullness.

Soft lips bury themselves into Izuku’s wild curls; his Kacchan’s gravelly voice whispering that familiar vow-

“I love you ‘Zuzu. Smile for me, Angel”

While Izuku called his Kacchan “Kacchan” almost exclusively, “Angel” was a name that Izuku only heard when they were alone. 

When it was safe. 

When his Kacchan felt safe to show a side of himself that only Izuku was privy to. 

A gentle, pure smile spread wide on Izuku’s face.

This is heaven. If they didn’t have an entire apartment to set up and only one day to do it, Izuku would probably already be on his knees for his Kacchan.

“I need to go out for something, ‘Zuzu. I’ll be back soon.” His Kacchan pulls back, releasing Izuku from his warm embrace and dropping his mind back into reality.

“Out? W-wait, where are you going?” Izuku blinks his eyes, trying to turn his brain all the way back on as he follows his Kacchan out the bedroom towards the front door.

“I won’t be long.” The blonde grabs his keys off the kitchen counter and slips on some loafers. 

“T-that’s not what I asked, Kacchan. How long is /long/?! And where-” Izuku doesn’t even get to finish before Kacchan is mostly through the front door.

“I said I’ll be back!” The door slams.

-and he’s gone.

An annoyed pout forms, scrunched up to one side of Izuku’s face- but quickly fades. Izuku cocks his head to one side and shrugs. He heads back to the bedroom. Might as well start on the nightstands.

His Kacchan knows how much they have left to do, so he’s sure whatever he ran out for must be important and quick. 

~*~

All For One better have resurrected. 

Godzilla better be real. 

The Earth /itself/ better be falling into a black hole.

In fact, all three of those scenarios better be happening simultaneously, or Katsuki is sleeping on the comfy new sectional couch for the foreseeable future.

The comfy new sectional that Izuku had to set up /by himself/.

Izuku sits on the edge of the now organized kitchen counter facing the front door. Legs crossed, arms crossed, and not amused in the slightest. 

By the first hour, Izuku had finished up the bedroom. Even organizing the closest, hanging all of their clothes up and folding the garments that needed to go in the dresser. He then got the bathroom all situated so their morning routine wouldn’t hit any snags. 

By the second hour, Izuku had tried to call Katsuki but noticed a ringing coming from the victorious bookshelf. Slightly annoyed, he moved into the livingroom to get the dining area and TV set up so they could watch a movie or something with dinner tonight. He saved the couch for last, since he thought Katsuki might have wanted  input on where it went.

Not that Izuku gave a crap about what Katsuki wanted at this point.

As he sat and stared a hole into the front door, Blackwhip took dishes and other kitchen items out of their boxes and put them away. It wasn’t that he needed Katsuki. Using his quirks, Izuku could do multiple tasks at once with ease. 

But this was a big step for them, moving in together. And they were supposed to do it together…

Izuku clicks his tongue, watching as the clock that /he/ put up /by himself/ chimes to signal the passing of another hour.

Three hours.

-and as if on queue, a key turns in the deadbolt of the front door. 

Katsuki startles seeing Izuku sitting right there as he stumbles and huffs into the entryway. Bags in the crooks of both elbows and chest heaving from running.

“Enjoy your day out, Kat-su-ki?” Izuku quips, his voice as cold as ice.

Katsuki stiffens and swallows at the sound of his government name rolling off Izuku’s tongue. 

“Izu, I didn’t mean to-- I brought din-” Katsuki starts to hold up the bag in his right arm.

Izuku cuts him off. "What? You didn't mean tooo..?? Leave me here all day to do- whatever!?”

Katsuki’s eyes scan the decorated and clean apartment. The blonde smiles timidly,“It looks great..”

Izuku’s fists and teeth clench. Bright red veins and gashes come to life and flicker in his flesh as green lighting snaps and whips around him. 

He takes a single step towards Katsuki; the blonde mouthing a curse as his back hits the wall behind him.

Emerald curls float before Izuku gets a hold of himself. 

/You love this man, Izuku. Maybe not right now- or tomorrow- or next week, but you love him. Don’t smash him./

Izuku breaths in and out; One For All subsides and his curls settle.

"Uh, w-what I meant to say was- it- I'm sorry. I should've been here and-" Katsuki's voice wobbles as he tries to rectify his poor choice of words.

"Na, don't worry about it. Here-" Izuku purrs. He gets out a plate, a bowl, and a cup and shoves them into his somber boyfriend's arms. "-/You/ can go enjoy that at the table that /I/ set up. /By myself/. I'm going to go take a shower in the bathroom I organized. /By myself/." 

Izuku spins on his heels and storms into their bedroom. "Feel free to watch TV tho, Kacchan. I set that up /by myself/ too!" He shouts while throwing his shorts and shirt off before stepping into the modest bathroom. 

He passes the sink area before stepping into the shower and tub area. 

A large tub sits to the right in the shower area under an obscure glass window; a potted plant adorning the window seal.

In front of him, a small stool sits in front of a ledge with some toiletries on either side. Katsuki's on and left, Izuku's on the right. A shower head hangs next to a wall mirror above the small ledge.

Izuku plops down on the stool. He props himself on his elbows and rakes his fingers through his hair.

He hates being mad.

Izuku is about to turn on the shower when he feels that heat again. That familiar presence.

Izuku floats up and turns towards the door. His displeased scowl a full head above repentant scarlet eyes.

"Ouuut" Izuku whispers, motioning towards the door Katsuki just walked through.

"Izu, I'm sorry- mmm, what can I do? How do I fix this?" Katsuki desperately tries to maintain eye contact- prompting a devilish smirk from Izuku.

He takes great pleasure knowing that the blonde, despite them being in the midst of a fight, is struggling to keep his eyes from drifting below Izuku's bare waist.

Izuku pretends to ponder Katsuki's question for a minute before snapping his fingers in a faux realization.

"There is one thing, Katsuki.." Izuku gets real close, their noses almost brushing. The blonde having to grab onto his pants to stop himself from pulling him closer makes Izuku giggle. "/You/ can try out that lovely sectional you choose, tonight." Izuku says.

"Oh my /God/, Izuku! Come on!" Katsuki groans. Exasperated, he rolls his eyes, turns on his heels, and accepts his fate.

"Don't worry, Katsuki. It's super comfortable! I would know. I took a break on it after I put it together. /By myself/." Izuku watches as the normally cocky and smug hero mopes out of the bathroom. 

As Izuku turns the shower on, he hears Katsuki putting something on the bookshelf. "Oh look who's helping." Izuku mutters. The scoff from their bedroom letting Izuku know his message was heard loud and clear.

~*~

  Izuku steps into their moonlit bedroom and drops his towel. He sulks at the neatly made, and completely empty, bed.

Katsuki should be in it with him..

"What was so da-, what was so important that he had to leave for three hours?!" Izuku plops down in the bed while mumbling to one in particular.

Seriously though, Katsuki knew how important this was to him. Izuku wanted their apartment to be a cozy place they could come home to and part of that is it not looking like a storage unit. 

While he got a lot of it done on his own and there honestly wasn't much left to do, they could have had it all done if Katsuki stayed. 

They also could have done it together..as a couple. 

Choosing how the living room is set up together, deciding which side of the closet they want, or talking about breakfast options for the next day while they organize their kitchen. All those little moments

-they mean something to him.

Izuku knows Katsuki probably doesn't care about them at all but..for him to just disregard his feelings..

Izuku throws his back; blinking his eyes and regulating his breathing. Trying desperately to hold back tears. 

Their relationship needs a lot of work.

A glint of red catches Izuku's eye from across the room. For a second, Izuku thinks Katsuki was standing there the whole time. 

But it's just a picture frame- placed prominently on the victorious bookshelf. 

Izuku puts on his bathrobe and walks over to the shelf. He's never bought a red picture frame…

Dead center on the middle shelf, an ornate ruby frame catches the pearlescent moonlight. It's flanked on both sides by Izuku's numerous old hero notebooks. 

And there, on the right, all together sharing a frame, Katsuki's bloodstained All Might card, Izuku's flawless one, and a picture of them hugging as children. 

Izuku looks down to the base of the bookshelf- all their framed newspaper clippings and agency photos still piled on top of one another in a box. 

/Why would he only put 3 things up?/

He picks up the unfamiliar red frame and examines it..! Verdant eyes go wide and start to well as realization washes over him.

Displayed behind the new glass was a photo of the couple. His Kacchan; eyes closed; face buried in his green curls while his strong, venous hand clasps around Izuku's throat. 

And Izuku, leaned back onto his Kacchan's shoulder. Lips parted in a soft smile. Nothing but blissful vulnerability on his face. 

"He was taking a picture..!" Izuku leans in close- an imprint of a kiss on the glass right above his face.

Lip trembling, Izuku rushes out of the bedroom and into the living room where his Kacchan is eating his Katsudon alone. 

Izuku, clutching the picture to his chest, stops halfway to his Kacchan, unsure of his mood.

"Kacchan?" Izuku sees his Kacchan's shoulders drop, head lulls back slightly, and air re-enter his lungs upon hearing his childhood nickname. 

Izuku notes never to stop using it again.

"Kacchan, did you take this today?" Izuku turns the phone around to show him.

"Yea." his Kacchan stuffs more Katsudon into his mouth. "You should come eat something."

Izuku joins him on the couch. He starts to reach for the bag of take out but his Kacchan beats him to it and places it in front of him. 

"It's so nice..I didn't know." Izuku takes a big mouthful of Katsudon, not realizing how hungry he was.

"I know." his Kacchan takes a napkin and wipes the rice from his freckled and full cheeks.

"Is thus wha u wen out today?" Izuku says through stuffed cheeks, unable to pull himself away from his food.

His Kacchan sighs. "Yea- and I'm- I should have- I-I just wanted a picture that wasn't a press release or a brand deal or a photoshoot! We didn't have one. You said you wanted a.."cozy home" and all that work shit ain't cozy so I took one. Have to see that shit all day out /there/." His Kacchan motions out the window to the bright, bustling city. "Here, it should just be you. Us. No heroes. No villains, no agency…and it took longer than I thought..and it could 'ave waited till ta'morrow so,..sorry."

Izuku sets the picture and his empty takeout dish down and throws his arms around his Kacchan, burying his tear-dampened face into the crook of the blonde's neck.

"I'm so sorry Kacchan! Im so stupid!" Izuku sobs.

His Kacchan separates them and holds Izuku's face in his hands, confused- and amazed at how he took his mistake and turned it back on himself. "Izu-"

"I was so concerned about setting up the apartment and /my/ idea of a nice memory with you that I completely missed…our first non-work picture together..I would have gone with you, Kacchan! Why didn't you tell me?" 

"..I don't know.."

He knows. They both do.

Feelings and words have never been the blonde's strong suit.

"I should have…" Izuku leaps back around his Kacchan's neck, surprising his relieved boyfriend.

Izuku cringes into his Kacchan's shoulder, his prior behavior flashing through his mind. "I'm kind of a sassy brat when I'm mad huh?"

Strong arms flop Izuku back on the couch cushions; his curls framing his soft, round face. 

Two strong arms and carmine pools pin Izuku against the fabric sofa. His Kacchan lowers himself to his forearms; his soft lips brushing over Izuku's chapped ones. "Hah, I kinda like it." 

"What?!" Izuku Laughs. 

The blonde leans down low, humid breath filling the shell of Izuku's ear. "Makes me wanna tame you…" His Kacchan growls, angling his chin forward to plant a deep kiss on his lover.

Their lips caress in a passionate embrace. Lips part; soft gasps escaping their entangled mouths. Tongues dancing, deepening the tender kiss. Each moan and nibble an apology given or accepted.

But then, with a hypnotic allure, his Kacchan slowly withdraws, teasingly sucking on Izuku's top lip, a velvet caress that stirs a heat low and deep in Izuku's groin. Their connection preserved by a sloppy string of desire as they part.

Scarlet and emerald lock, sparkling with a mix of intensity and vulnerability, silently conveying a craving that words can never fully express.

In that moment, they exist in a realm of shared secrets, where the world fades away and only their connection remains—a connection fueled by the heady blend of trust and longing, forever binding their hearts.

Home.

"Wanna go to bed?" Izuku purrs.

His Kacchan cocks his head and an eyebrow, "I don't know, Angel. This couch is pretty comfortable and-" his Kacchan leans in close, planting kisses and nipples on Izuku's jaw; eliciting giggles from him. "-it was picked out by /the/ #1 IKEA furniture assembler in /all/ of Japan."

Izuku giggles; arching his back and running his fingers through blonde spikes that are trailing kisses lower and lower down his chest. 

As his Kacchan's lips linger around the waist they weren't allowed to touch earlier, Izuku gazes upon the photo. 

A low moan slips past his lips when his Kacchan reaches more sensitive flesh. He can't believe he forgot that home isn't where it's cozy or even where their pictures are.

Home is wherever his loving blonde pomeranian is.

{The End}

Thank you so much for reading! I know it was a long one 😅 If you liked it, give me a follow over on Twitter @Divine_Might ! I post over there more offten! :D

[something-about-sunflowers]

Alright! Poll's over! I'm gonna be annoying about the responses now!

First thing's first: Thank you to the 247 of you that understood the assignment! Those of you that picked 'straight' will need to take remedial courses to save yourself from a failing grade.

Now I'm gonna talk tags (and the one reply):

Category 1 (Understood the assignment and went for extra credit):

Not only are yall SO correct, you were also funny about it! 10 extra points to you all!

Category 2 (There's only 10 answer options guys. . .):

This was as nuanced as I could get with the amount of options I had while still being inclusive of other sexuality options. I'm not gonna do a whole bracket for this; It was just supposed to be a funny little vague at the piratepolls person who turned out to be an asshole trying to stir the pot.

(I don't care what their intentions were or might have been. It got picked up and passed around by The Usual Suspects, the answer choices they gave were biased and had LESS nuance, and with a DRAMATIC lead on the option that's a significant point of contention in the fandom they made a 'joke' about the winning option being canon despite it only being an interpretation and a poor one at that. I'm not fighting anyone on the 'Izzy is homophobic' interpretation anymore. You're wrong. Argue with the wall.)

I thought emotional repression was implied in all of the 'sexually repressed' options, if I'm being honest. The reason I made a distinction in the 'and proud' group is because I think he can be proud of his sexuality but still be emotionally repressed but I also think there's emotional repression inherent in sexual repression.

The 'just kind of a dick' option isn't meant to imply that he's not being a dick when he's emotionally/sexually repressed, either, just that those aren't necessarily the reason for him being a dick.

Category 3 (Failed the assignment):

(There's more I disagree with from this response but this bit is the part I have an actual problem with.)

Define 'toxic masculinity'. Now do it in a way that doesn't include behaviors and attitudes that nearly everyone in the show has had at some point.

Show me David, or ANY of the cast/crew talking about toxic masculinity and calling attention to Izzy, specifically. Or to the concept of piracy which Izzy (and Ed and Fang and Ivan and Spanish Jackie and the crew of the Revenge, until Stede comes along) adheres to.

I'm not gonna argue here. I'm tired. I've got some pretty gnarly brain fog going on. I just don't want to. I just want you to think about what kind of show this would be if the main character is trying to escape to a world where Izzy's ideals (and worse, he doesn't act nearly as bad towards the crew as it's implied Benjamin Hornigold did) are the norm, but those ideals are, allegedly, inherently bad and toxic. What a show where the main love interest (and potential main character of the second season) wanted out of that life, because he was BORED of it, would imply about those supposed ideals.

The great thing about this show is that none of the characters are JUST narrative devices. They're CHARACTERS. They have an interior to them that informs their choices. We can argue til the sun comes up about why, specifically, Izzy hates Stede, but there's no way to make the reason be 'because Stede is gay' that doesn't diminish who STEDE is as a character, let alone Izzy as a queer man himself (he's queer, argue with the wall).

[crazybojoe]

Pretty Flowers

(Since I have 2 followers, might as well celebrate even if it's a little, I shall give yall AVPOL SHIT YEAHHHHH) This dates back to when Avdol and Polnareff just finished fighting each other, the French man couldn't be more thankful to the man who considered his honorable action chivalrous in the previous fight. "Oh please, I figured you were still a man of your word. Do thank Jotaro in saving your life that is." Avdol smiles, gently looking over to his new friend. "No need to thank me." Jotaro mutters under his breath as Polnareff understood that nobody would take his appreciation. Having him to tag along with Avdol and the new group of friends he was welcomed with, adapting quickly to how each and one of them were but he couldn't keep his eyes off Avdol. Polnareff adored at how handsome the man was, beautiful dark skin embracing the Egyptian culture with just the prettiest shade of dark brown covering the life in his eyes. He never looked at a man so full of adoration as Avdol tends to his group, later catching Polnareff looking at him as he didn't know what came over the man. "Is something wrong?" Avdol asks him as it snapped Polnareff out of his thoughts. "What are the whereabouts right now old man? I don't wanna get stuck in the middle of nowhere like last time." Jotaro seemed to be a little angry as he's done with a plane crash and then later on, from their very own boat having to explode the moment the stand user of a captain had attacked. "We're by the waters of Singapore. There is no need for you to worry." Joseph replies to his grandson as Kakyoin chimes in. "How much longer until we get there?" "God knows when to time it right, but we can't stay here for any longer and we need to paddle ourselves ashore." Joseph replies as the moment all of them managed to settle down in a hotel, Avdol turns to Polnareff, seeing at how flushed his face was. "Hey Avdol, why don't I show you around the place so we could get familiar?" Polnareff asks him as Avdol got intrigued, smiling at him as he nods. "I'd like to introduce myself to whatever you know about Singapore, that would be very nice." Avdol turns to him, seemingly interested at what Polnareff implied to. "Oh that's great!! Do you want me to tour you around the market then?" Polnareff could smile as he felt the sun was shining over the sweet blossom of their first date together. "I'd love that, let's go!!" Avdol smiles as both of them were eager to head out the hotel to walk around in the market. Both men having to grow accustomed to how the culture works as they talked and listen to one another as Polnareff blushes at the sight of brightly-colored flowers. As if he could remember how warm and kind the fire held him when he was close to burning asunder, having him to buy a small boquet before he clears his throat to turn Avdol's attention away from what he was seeing to a blushing French fry. "I-i got you these!!" Polnareff brings out the flowers he bought as Avdol blushes at the sight of it, having to look at Polnareff with a kind smile and a light flush on his face as he took the flowers. "These are beautiful... F-for me?" He asks in confirmation. "Yeah!! They flowers burn brightly as your fire Avdol, just as beautiful when I nearly burned myself with your Magician Red's flames." Polnareff could smile at him with confidence as he felt proud of what he did. Avdol could only stay silent as he found him amazing, yearning to know what this little market date could lead them. THE END

[jellycreamjammedart]

I love your Security Breach Discord posts, they always put a smile on my face! I love how you get every animatronic a bit of a distinct vibe based on how they type. How would you describe these typing styles though?

If my shitposts put at least an extra smile on a mf's mouth then im glad

Now answering your question on how I try to make each animatronics typing go:

Glamrock Freddy: He is pretty straight forward. He types much like how he talks in game. That is: Accurate grammar, all proper punctuations, properly structured sentences, and especially no contraptions. I also try to add a friendly and helpful tone to his text! He very rarely goes ALL CAPS, but when he does, it is usually a very reasonable texting change within the context.

Glamrock Chica: She's very similar to Freddy, but she does use contraptions! I also try to give her text a slightly more excited and bubbly tone! Or pass off the vibe that she's pouting through text if she's disappointed.

Roxanne Wolf: Similar to Chica, but usually doesn't punctuate the end of her sentences

She may also break down her text a bit more 'cause of her rapidly pressing enter then continuing, possibly from her being a racer. May use internet lingo like 'Lmao' just slightly more than the others

I try giving her the tone of a 'big sister' figure: either the coolest person ever or the most dramatic bitch you've ever seen

Montgomery Gator: mf doesnt give a shit. just types wtv he wants to say n be done with it. wtf do u mean hes not eloquent as is. def uses 'yall'

Sun: Properly structured sentences, but he's okay with contraptions! His text is given a very energetic and exclamative tone! And that means punctuations often end with exclamation points!! Sometime may have an UGH, all-capped word in the middle of the regularly capped text for emphasis!! :D

Moon: properly punctued and structured texts, but everything's in lowercase. slightly deadpan tone, or give off the vibe that he's snickering through text.

DJMM: USES PRETTY REGULAR TEXT, BUT IT'S IN ALL CAPS.

Glamrock Bonnie: Similar to Chica but ~GAY~ and PROUD! More likely to use expression through prefaces like "Man," "Dude," and other textual cues like "yeesh" or "yikes!" May go all caps when THE BIT CALLS FOR IT LMAOOO

Prototype Freddy (new guy!): He is very similar to Glamrock Freddy, but his texts tend to be shorter. Conveying himself through fewer words gives him a slightly more intimidating vibe. Also more likely to answer or react with just emotes rather than words otherwise. 👌

Cassie & Gregory: Their texting manners tend to bend and fluctuate a lot, so it's not very solid.

Helpy: It's just a bot in Helpy's image.

[bluesylveon2]

The Little Mermaid

Summary:  Hange Zoe, princess of Eldia, is even more curious about the outside world after meeting Levi Ackerman.

Disclaimer: The Little Mermaid is an American animated musical fantasy film produced by Walt Disney Feature Animation and Walt Disney Pictures.  Attack on Titan is a manga/anime series written by Hajime Isayama and published by Kondasha. 

A/N:

For context: anyone with royal blood can control the trident. Btw I cant write fight scenes so let’s assume that Kenny and Mikasa attempted to help Erwin, Nanaba, and Rico.

And we are at the end!!! Thank you to everyone for reading. I hope that yall enjoy the final chapter!!!

Huge shoutout to @peculiarvelociraptor for beta reading!

Link to Masterlist: Here

Chapter 6:

They say that the happiest day in a woman’s life is her wedding day.

Pieck was not one of them. She was not happy. In fact, she was furious at Zeke. If Pieck were to be honest, she would rather go back to when the Princess first visited so she could be a prawn again. To her, it was more ideal than this. 

She gracefully walked down the aisle towards her fiance with a fake smile on her face. Her eyes scanned the crowd. On one side was the King, who had a proud smile on his face, Mikasa, who was glaring at Pieck since they met (not that Pieck blamed her), and finally Mike, Levi’s personal guard and close friend. On the other side was Zeke. He blended in with the humans with the crisp black tux he wore, but Pieck knew what he was really thinking. She was nothing more than a chess piece in his plan.

She stopped walking when she made it up to the altar and took Levi's hand. Then things got boring when the priest began to speak. 

"We are all gathered here today to celebrate the marriage between Prince Levi Ackerman and Lady Pieck Galliard."

Pieck frowned at the last name. It might be a hilarious joke to Zeke but not to her. Was it too late to stab Zeke or could she stop the wedding to do it now? 

She took the time to briefly glance over at her husband-to-be. Who knew what the man was thinking behind his robotic stare and stance?

Poor guy. Pieck thought pitifully. She briefly glanced over at the setting sun over the ocean. Any normal person would stop to appreciate the beautiful scenery but not Pieck. She knew that what would occur would be anything but beautiful. 

"And now I will recite something to bless this union"

"Can we just get straight to the kiss?" Levi interrupted with a slightly irritated voice. 

Pieck wanted to roll her eyes as Levi’s uncle howled with laughter from behind them. 

"Of course, your Majesty." The priest said with a chuckle. "Do you-"

Caw

A bird called out. The priest briefly stopped before continuing. 

“As I was saying-”

CAW CAW

Multiple birds called out and it sounded closer this time. 

“What is that?!” A woman yells and everyone turns to the source. Everyone turned to see a massive black blob coming closer as each second passed. Zeke, in the crowd, squints to get a closer look.

“Birds?” He muttered unaware of Eren’s plan. 

“We attack when we get close to the boat! Do not attack the drunk uncle, the stoic prince, and the pretty princess!” Eren yelled to his team before diving down. 

“ATTACK!” Eren yelled and hit the nearest human, which happened to be Zeke. 

“Get off of me you stupid bird!" Zeke yelled as he attempted to grab Eren. 

In the midst of the chaos, Pieck grabbed the shell necklace out of her neck and threw it on the ground. She immediately jumped overboard as a glowing gold orb began to float in the air.

Ahh ah ahhhh. ah ahh ahhhhh.

Hange's voice floated in the air until it found its owner. Hange beamed with excitement for finally regaining her voice. Meanwhile, Levi was free from the spell and his eyes returned to normal. 

"What happened?" Levi groaned and rubbed his head. He looked around his surroundings when he noticed a bright orb floating towards Hange. 

"Hange?" Levi asked and walked closer to Hange. 

"Levi, it’s me." She replied breathlessly, a huge grin illuminated her face. 

Levi's mind went blank, but he knew what he needed to do next. 

Hange. He repeated and ran towards Hange to hug her. "You're here. You're actually here." He said lovingly, unaware of Mikasa and Mike smiling in the background.

"What the heck is going on?" Kenny thought aloud. 

"Levi." Hange’s face became serious. Her eyes briefly glanced at the setting sun. "I need you to kiss me right now." 

Levi looked at her with confusion . "Why?"

"Goddammit, Levi just do it. I'll explain everything later."

Levi smirked. "You don't have to tell me twice."  He replied and leaned up to kiss Hange. 

"No!" Zeke yelled, interrupting the couple. He raised his arm towards them, summoning some water to separate Levi from Hange and throwing him into the sea. 

"Levi!" Hange yelled as she tried to catch him but it was too late. She screamed as Zeke tackled her to the ground. 

"It's too late, Princess." Zeke laughed as he held the struggling Hange. "You're coming back with me." 

"No," Hange said with a strained voice. She felt fear the longer Zeke held her and Levi stayed in the water.

"Not so fast." A new voice joined in. Hange gasped with happiness and relief. 

"Well, well. I didn't know that you invited the whole family." Zeke said mockingly, briefly glancing at the King. He still continued to hold Hange. 

"Let go of my sister,” Erwin demanded with a stern face. Hange noticed the tight grip he had on his gold trident and she felt her eyes water. On a normal day, Hange would stop to hug her brother and apologize for everything, but there was no time for that now. They had a bigger problem on their hands. 

“You and what army?” Zeke’s eyes flickered to behind Erwin where the empty sea lay. “You’re alone.”

“I don’t think so.” a female voice interrupted and Hange almost squealed with joy. Hange had no idea what happened next. One minute, she was being carried off into the sea by her sister.

“Lynne!” Hange exclaimed after they went up for air. Lynne smiled. “Hey, Hange. It has been a while.”

“Don’t forget about us!” Ilse and Petra called out from behind. Hange swam over and immediately pulled the three in for a hug.

“I have missed you all so much. How did you find me? Where are the others?”

Ilse spoke first. “Armin told us what’s going on. Nanaba and Rico are helping Erwin out.” Zeke screamed as if on cue. They watched as Nanaba briefly held the trident up and pointed it to the sky. It began to turn dark and the sisters felt the rain splash on their skin. “As you can see,” she added as Nanaba threw the trident back to Erwin. 

Hange searched around with panic in her eyes. “Where’s Nifa?” 

“Right here.” She called out. Hange noticed that Nifa was not alone. Her sister was carrying a dark but familiar figure. “Guess who I found swimming alone in the ocean,” Nifa chuckled. 

“Levi!” Hange called out and swam towards the duo. “How did you survive?” She asked as she checked him for any injuries. 

“Mermaids.” He said with a dazed look. “They really exist…” 

Nifa giggled. “You would not believe his reaction when he saw I saved him earlier. The human thought that he actually died.” 

Hange wanted to laugh along with her, but they were on a tight schedule. The rain clouds might be covering the sky, but Hange knew that time was ticking before the sun went down. She did the best thing she could think of to snap Levi out of his daze.

She slapped him.

Hard.

“Ow!” Levi yelled while holding onto his injured cheek. “What was that for, Hange?”

Hange rolled her eyes. “I need you to still kiss me before the sun sets.”

Levi blushed red. “R-right.” He stammered and pulled Hange close, both of them treading the water to stay afloat. Meanwhile, Hange’s sisters swam off a bit to give them some privacy. Levi closed his eyes and leaned close. Their lips had just grazed each other before they were interrupted by Hange being pulled down by Reiner and Bertolt. A bright light began to glow underwater.  

“What the?” Levi started.

“No!” Hange’s sisters screamed with horror but it was too late. Hange was gone and the sun had already set. 

Zeke laughed maniacally from above. "It is too late! You are all too late!” Zeke’s body was surrounded by a mist that grew bigger and bigger. The mist dispelled to reveal Zeke’s true octopus form. He jumped off the boat to the ocean with Erwin following from behind. One of his tentacles knocked the side of the boat, causing some of the people to fall into the water, and the boat began to sink. 

Levi began to scream, but no voice came out. It was his birthday all over again, except he was going to lose everyone he loved. 

"Don't worry, human." A mature voice called from behind him. Levi turned around to see a tall mermaid with a blonde undercut, and a short mermaid with short platinum blonde hair. "My sisters and I will take care of the humans.” Nanaba nodded to her sisters to go help but noticed when Rico didn't move. “You need to get to Hange. There is a possibility that Erwin will need your help" 

"How would I do that? I can't swim that far without drowning."

"I think I can help you out there." A new voice joined in and Rico frowned. 

(Levi began to wonder if someone new was going to join in)

He turned to the newcomer. "Who are you?" He asked with confusion. 

Pieck rolled her eyes. She ignored Levi and turned to Nanaba. "You guys can go ahead and I'll handle the Prince."

"Funny to see you again after so long. Why should we trust you, Pieck Finger? I know that you work for Zeke." Rico spoke up with narrowed eyes. 

Pieck sighed. "Used to. I quit a few minutes ago when I snuck into his lair to steal this seaweed." She held up said item for everyone to see and turned to Levi. “This is a special seaweed enchanted by Zeke. This will help you breathe underwater for three hours.” 

Levi reached out to grab the item but was stopped when Rico intervened by pulling out a hidden knife and holding it against Pieck’s neck.

“Rico!” Nanaba lectured but Rico chose to not listen. 

“Why should we trust you? That could be poisoned.” 

Pieck sighed. “You could question that for as long as you want, but right now, the humans and your sister are in trouble.” She pointed towards the sinking ship and to the ocean for emphasis. “But now is not the time to argue. You are going to need my help though. Out of us four, I know Zeke the most.”

Rico studied her for a minute before pulling away and pocketing her knife. “Fine but I will not hesitate to slit your throat if something happens to my family or the human.”

“Fine by me,” Pieck replied. Nanaba grabbed Rico’s hand and dragged her away, leaving Pieck and Levi alone. She turned to Levi while holding out the seaweed. 

“You are going to need this.”

---

Levi was amazed by Hange’s world. He was surrounded by many colorful fish and corals. He wished that he could stop to admire the view, but he was on a time limit now. 

“Zeke’s lair is up ahead,” Pieck said and Levi looked to see where she was referring to. It was not actually hard to figure out where it was because it was surrounded by dust and light beams, indicating a fight occurring. 

“We are going to have to be sneaky about going in. There is a bottle of stonefish venom that will be enough to kill Zeke." She held out the bottle for him to see. "We just have to figure out how to put it in his bottle first,” she finished and handed Levi the bottle. 

“So he has to ingest it?” Levi asked with a hint of surprise that he could talk underwater.

Pieck nodded. “Bingo.” 

It was quiet between the two, but there was an unspoken (and awkward) tension lingering, Levi decided then it was time to address the elephant in the room.

“Why are you helping us? Hange’s sister mentioned that you used to work for Zeke. Why did you switch sides?”

Pieck sighed before answering. “I was like Hange a few years ago, a woman in love. His name was Porco. We were childhood friends, but we wanted to change that. We both went to Zeke to make our wishes come true. It worked for the most part, but we did not meet our condition . Zeke changed us into polyps, but he is a sadistic guy….” She hesitated to keep going.

“Where is Porco now?” Levi carefully asked.

“Gone. That’s all you need to know. Zeke kept me alive to be a puppet. I would rather have stayed as a polyp or joined Pock instead, but I know that he would find a way to throw me back and tell me to live my life.”

The two continued swimming until they stopped at a boulder near the lair. Levi noticed Pieck’s frown as they observed when was the best time to move in. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Something's not right. It is too quiet.”

Levi looked at her confused. “What do you mean? That bearded bastard and the King are being the loud ones right now.” He added while pointing to the struggle occurring. 

“Yes, but someone is missing.” 

“Well, well, well. It seems like Pieck finally decided to visit.” Pieck cursed under her breath and Levi glanced at Pieck with confusion. 

“Reiner. Bertolt.” Pieck said curtly and turned to greet the newcomers. 

“I always knew something was up with you.” Reiner started as he and Bertolt circled around the two. “First, you steal from Zeke, then you bring the human along. What’s next?” Reiner said with a shrug. 

“We are going to split up on my signal,” Pieck whispered, quietly enough for Levi to hear while maintaining eye contact with Reiner and Bertolt. The two started getting closer and closer with every second. 

“Where would we go? We don’t have any weapons and the only person with a weapon is fighting the octopus bastard.” 

Pieck’s lips curled up slightly in a smirk. “Trust me. Just go in the opposite direction.” 

“Okay.”

“Do you have any last words?" Reiner asked after he and Bertolt cornered them. 

“Yeah, I do. Run!” Pieck yelled and ran to her left. Levi nodded and swam to the right. 

“I got the human, you get Pieck.” Bertolt directed to Reiner before they split up. 

He realized that he was at a major disadvantage right now. He did not have a tail like Pieck, so he was not as fast as her, and he was not familiar with the sea. The only options were to swim around and eventually get lost, or somehow lose Bertoldt in the chaos. 

“Over here!” A merman with a green tail waved Levi over. 

Levi hesitantly made his way over to the merman, unsure if he should trust him or not. 

"I'm one of Hange’s friends, Moblit," Moblit stated as he beckoned Levi over. He immediately grabbed Levi when he was within arm's reach and swam away as fast as he could. "I saw Hange get taken away, but what are you doing here?" 

"That other mermaid, Pieck, helped me."

Mobil's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "I see." He then continued to drag Levi around until they were near an old shipwreck. "This is the best place to lose Bertolt. Trust me." He said and stopped in front of the ship. 

Levi looked at Moblit with confusion. "Aren't we going to hide?"

Moblit shook his head. "No. Trust me on this."

The duo watched as Bertolt's figure came closer. That was when Moblit started yelling.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to get us killed?" Levi hissed and Moblit chuckled. 

"Hopefully not."

Levi raised an eyebrow just as Bertolt prepared to attack. He was ready for the pain and closed his eyes. 

Until nothing happened.

"What the?" Levi opened his eyes to see Bertolt being chased by two big great white sharks.  Moblit sighed out of relief.

"C’mon." Moblit urged as he pulled Levi's arm. "We don't want to be shark bait."

There was not a trace of Bertolt left after that. 

---

"Hand over my sister or else," Erwin demanded as he held up his glowing trident, ready to attack.

"Or else what?" Zeke asked as he swam towards Hange. Hange, who was tied down and gagged, could only let out muffled screams. "Your sister was the one who signed the contract. She agreed to the terms and conditions, and as you can see, she did not follow through."

Zeke used one tentacle to grab Hange’s chin and bring her close to him. His hand began to glow an eerie green color. "I think that she will love it here. She will be away from her uptight brother and who knows? She could even be my wife." Zeke added with a smirk.

"You bastard!" Erwin screamed and let out a warning shot near Zeke.

"Look at you being so pathetic. What a king you are." He said and pointed another glowing tentacle out to Erwin. 

"Now die."

Unknowingly to the both of them, another person decided to join in. 

Pieck threw Reiner's body in front of Erwin, and it was too late for Zeke to stop it. Reiner turned into a pile of dust.

"No!" Zeke screamed out in agony before turning his anger out to Pieck. "I'm going to kill you!"

He began to lunge at her but was stopped by Erwin firing a shot at his chest. Zeke began to cough up some blood. 

"Your business is with me, not her." He said and stood protectively in front of Pieck. "Now hand over my sister."

"You want your sister?" Zeke scoffed as he wiped out the blood on his lips. "Then give me the trident in exchange. It's a fair trade."

"No!" Levi yelled out. He and Moblit had finally caught up with everyone else. 

"The human?!" Erwin and Zeke said at the same time. 

"Your Majesty, Hange is worth more than the trident. You should not trade it for her."

Zeke rolled his eyes. "I knew that I should have killed you earlier. You stupid humans going on and on about worth."

Erwin turned to Levi with a stern look. "That is true but Zeke is persistent. I could risk  Hange getting hurt if I don't do it." He then turned to Zeke. "Fine. I will do it." He said and held the trident out for Zeke. 

Zeke greedily grabbed it and began to laugh victoriously. "Yes! It is mine! All mine!"

The binds that held Hange disappear into dust. "Erwin! What did you do?" She asked her brother who stood there stoically. She had expected an answer, not for him to throw a small vial into Zeke’s mouth. 

Zeke stopped laughing to take out the vial but was stopped by Pieck jumping at him from behind. She covered his nose and mouth, effectively causing Zeke to swallow it. Zeke started to cough and he dropped the trident in the midst of it. 

"What? What did you do to me?" Zeke asked and Erwin smirked. 

"The trident only works for people with royal blood. Something that you don't have."

Zeke’s eyes turned red and his body began to pale. He started thrashing around until there was no life left in him. 

“We did it.” Erwin said breathlessly. He swam towards Zeke’s body and towards his sister to free her. 

“Erwin, you’re okay.” Hange hugged her brother and began to cry. “I was so scared.” 

“Shhhh,” Erwin said and rubbed Hange’s back. “You’re okay, Everyone is okay.” 

“Not everyone,” Pieck spoke up and the siblings looked at her with confusion. She pointed at the entrance of the lair where the polyps whined with agony. “Those things there are actually merpeople. You should do the honors, you Highness.” She addressed Erwin. 

Erwin let go of Hange and picked up his trident. A bright light appeared at the end and a golden beam hit the polyps. One by one, they began to turn into regular merpeople. 

“Moblit, help these people get back to Eldia. I’m sure it has been a while since they got to stretch their tails.” 

Moblit nodded and led everyone out of the cave, finally free from their imprisonment. 

“Woww,” Levi said with awe before getting engulfed in a hug by Hange. 

“I missed you, Shorty.”

Levi rolled his eyes and hugged Hange back anyway. “Tch. I missed you too.” 

Meanwhile, Erwin and Pieck smiled at the couple. 

“So what will you do? Are you planning on going back to Eldia too?” Erwin asked Pieck. 

Pieck shook her head. “I don’t. I know some people do not like me being around given my history.”

“You could always stay at the castle. My sisters and I will make sure that you are safe.”

Pieck raised an eyebrow. “Is this your way to make me stay and then eventually become your queen?” She asked with a teasing tone. 

Erwin blushed red. “N-no! I was just trying to help you. None of that other stuff.”

“I’m kidding.” Pieck giggled. “But I am serious about staying.” She eyed the couple and saw herself with Porco. What could have been had it not been for Zeke. “Someone told me to live my life and I am going to follow that.”  

—- 

Hange watched Levi from her rock. The supposed seaweed Levi consumed had finally run out of time, and being in the ocean pressure for a long time had caught up to him. She smiled sadly as Mikasa, Kenny, and Mike ran up to him and cried with relief. Little did she know of another pair of eyes watching her.

“She really loves the humans now, does she?” Erwin said to Armin. 

Armin smiled from atop of Erwin’s shoulder. He started reminiscing of the memories in the human world. “Yeah, she does. Her eyes lit up like the first sunrise of a day or a shining pearl.”

Erwin sighed and looked at his sister with sad eyes. Hange is not a child anymore. She will always be his little sister, but she is old enough to make her own decisions. “I’m really going to miss her.”

“Yeah, I-” Armin stopped and looked at Erwin with shock. “What do you mean?”

“It is time to let her go.” Erwin dragged his trident across the water. The water glowed a light blue and headed towards Hange’s direction. 

Hange was too focused to see it until she noticed the blue light around her. She recognized that magic anywhere and she shed a tear. 

“Thank you, Erwin.” She whispered before being enveloped by the light. 

---

“Levi!” Mikasa exclaimed before enveloping her brother into a suffocating hug. “You’re okay.”

Levi felt the tears in his eyes and returned the hug. He noticed a few more figures heading his way. 

“Kenny? Mike? Is that the castle staff too?”

Mikasa chuckled and pulled away from her brother. “You had the whole castle worried about you.”

“I thought you died!” Kenny exclaimed after he caught up with the duo. “Do you know how worried I was? I didn’t want to lose you after losing Kuchel.”

Levi realized someone was missing after Kenny’s statement. He turned to Mikasa with hopeful eyes. “Is Hange here?”

Mikasa looked away with downdraught eyes. Even Kenny avoided Levi’s stare because of how awkward the situation was. 

Luckily for them, Mike was there. “We haven’t seen you here since the attack. It was like she disappeared.”

“Oh.’ Levi said dejectedly. 

“Don’t be so down now. Her kingdom is probably not too far. Besides, what are the chances of her magically showing up right now anyway?”

“Highly unlikely,” Levi replied with a depressed tone. There was his one chance to finally be with someone he wanted and now she was gone without a trace. 

Meanwhile, the rest of the castle staff noticed a bright light in the ocean. They saw the figure of a familiar woman heading their way and they gasped with awe. 

“Oh.“ One of the maids, Ymir, started.

“My.” Another maid, Sasha, said with her jaw open from shock. 

“Gosh.” A third maid, Hitch, finished. 

A third maid, Historia, started to jump with glee and ran to the royal family. “Your Highness! Your Highness! I see Lady Hange heading this way!”

“Where?” Levi jumped up but stumbled a bit due to his imbalance. 

“Whoa be careful kiddo. I don't think she is going anywhere.” Kenny joked while Mikasa and Mike laughed. 

Normally, Levi would tell them to shut up, but he did not care. He needed to see Hange. And that’s what he did, a man in love, ran across the beach to meet his woman. Levi ignored the cheers coming from his family and the castle staff because his eyes were only focused on Hange. To him, she looked stunning in her sparkly sea blue dress. Like a goddess rising from the sea. 

Who knew that the stories his mom would tell him before would actually be true? That there was an underwater kingdom filled with merfolk. Levi didn’t. Yet, he knew that there will be a day when he will get down on one knee and propose to one of the kingdom’s princesses. It was funny how life worked that way.

Levi stopped when the ocean water hit his calves so he could pick up Hange and twirl her. She smelled like saltwater and her laugh was like music to his ears. Levi pulled her close so their foreheads touched. 

“Welcome home.” He whispered and Hange smiled the radiant smile Levi loved. 

He finally kissed her.

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The condition Pieck referred to was being pregnant buuutttt Zeke never let that happen 😭

That's the end! I hope that you all enjoyed it. See you at the next story! The focus is nicosasha in a beauty and the beast au!

Be on the lookout for another chapter added lol. You will see ;)

[bitchkay]

Lore from the Rio fanfic I'm writing that I have no idea what direction I wanna take it but its adorable and I love it

I'll honestly probably write it all in peices and like... put it together👁👁

It's a part two(or more) to Three's a crowd, fours a party♡, I been wanting to write a second part for it but I kinda dont know how?????????? So I won't❤ it will remain a "work in progress" until I can think cohesively

I just love family man Dad! Rio yall, I made a whole universe where bro loves the fuck out of his kids and yall are happily married and so much fluff so much fluff☺️💞

DAD RIO‼

Your first borns, fraternal twins, Adephasia Aurora Voleri (Rio calls her Angel, you call her 'Phasia), and Gulliver Aiden Voleri

The twins are literally Rios doppelgangers

They share Rio love of food and beautiful sun beaming smile

Because Rio represents the sin of gluttony I wanted their first borns especially, names to reflect that as well and their middle names —all of Rios kids in fact— share a sunny bright meaning

Gulliver comes from old french meaning "glutton" or "greedy person" and Adephagia from Greek mythology, the goddess and personification of gluttony. It was kinda hard to find names that weren't inherently bad pertaining to gluttony, like there were some names that sounded beautiful on the tongue but the meaning and usage was like... oh... oh no

For their middle names I wanted them to reflect their sunny disposition, because like I said they really are Rios minis and their bright smiles are no exception

It was far easier finding names pertaining to the sun, sunshine, or bright light because ya know... it isn't a sin--

For Gullivers middle name I kinda wanted keep with the same tradition going on in this universe where the princes inherit their grandfather's name (Rios middle name being Armand from his grandfather) which would obviously make his middle name Aiden because his grandfather in this case is Rios father but I looked into it more, the name Aiden actually means bright and illuminated☀️.

For Adephagia, she had so many different names cus none I really felt fit her. There was one name I was so set on because it was beautiful, it flowed well and it sounded really poetic on the tongue and then I found out it did not mean what I thought it meant💀 and I was like nah I am not putting a curse on this child👁👁 So we ended up settling with Aurora, I like it though. Aurora meaning dawn, the light before the sunrise. With her peachy chubby cheeks and how she clings to her papa I thought it was perfect

Rio was overjoyed while you were pregnant but was actually a sea of nerves after they were born, I mean you really only signed up for one baby and got two but I guess Rio sperm was a little too potent--

They were big babies two, no wonder this pregnancy caused you so much trouble, how the fuck did these full grown adults come out your coochie, oh hell nah they come out already knowing how to pay bills💀💀 /j

The twins weighed 12 pounds combined at birth and you definitely felt the difference after getting them out of your body, especially for your first pregnancy, were there bad complications during birth they could've killed you. Rio was there with you every step of the way, he'd never miss the birth of your children. He held your hand, kissed your forehead and reassured you through the whole process. He also made sure to tell you hes proud of you went it was all over too, and urge you to rest for as long as you need, you body just went through a lot just now after all

Rio always dreamed of having a family of his own especially since falling in love with you but since recently being promoted to king and plagued with new duties and the burden of governing the whole kingdom of Voleri —with help of course— he was filled with feelings of inadequacy as a father, to him he could be doing so much more.

He's a very good dad and he's a king for god sake so you spend alot of nights stroking his head while telling him he's doing amazing and he's just doing his best and that's all you need

You're also a queen now, and even though you do spend a majority of the time with your kids you now have your own duties to attend to. Although being not of royal blood, you are considered the queen consort, spouse of the king, so you deal more so with social affairs rather than political ones but you're main job as queen consort is to support your husband which you would do anyway.

Thoma being Rios valet, is now promoted to head valet that serves directly under the king period😌💅🏾✨

Which also makes him your nanny.

Gulliver and Adephagia love him though, it's so cute they started calling him uncle Thoma I love it😭😭

Thoma was also the one that was there for you when ever Rio couldn't be around during your pregnancy since he was only very recently crowned king at the time, and it was also still his duty since you were also crowned queen.

Rio absolutely adores his first borns, he will like hide one of them under his cloak when he has a meeting meanwhile your panicking tryna figure out where your goddamn kid went

Imagine Rio talking business with diplomats with a two year old on his lap, they being good, they have a toy, not being naughty nor disruptive, they just happy to be sitting with daddy, might just fall sleep right there against his body tbh meanwhile your running up and down the castle hallway with the other twin on your hip looking for your child

This is a regular occurrence but it still would've been nice to know where your kid is at before the meeting starts

I found these pictures and I was like OMG this is literally you Rio with the twins and I screamed outloud😭😭

Like that's yall fr

Adephagia is the older twin and that consistently becomes an arguement point when they're a little older and they're fighting

*10 year old Adephagia and Gulliver fighting over dumb shit cus they're siblings*

'Phasia: Well I'm older so I think I should--

Gulliver: Well, but I'm taller--

'Phasia: We're the same height!

The twins are fast, even before they learn to walk they're constantly sending you and Rio on a chase through the castle halls zipping and zooming on they're hands and knees crawling up and down the place

Both twins have as big an appetite as their father but Gulliver takes after Rio in nearly every sense, being friendly and outgoing, and he loves to play, even so much as taken an interest in sword fighting and the traditional Volerian hunt when he was old enough. He actually loves being a twin because he always has someone to play with and he loves playing with his sister. If you see him he's always bouncing around and very energetic, also easily distracted. Adephagia however is more on the shyer side and is far more quiet than Gulliver, she does love playing with her brother but often times you'll see her staring off in space or engaged in independent play. She also took up fencing when they got older but she enjoys it more as a hobby or way to clear her head. Gulliver refuses to admit Adephagia is better than him at it

Both twins have ADHD. Adephagia has the inattentive type and Gulliver has the hyperactive type.

Rios a family man and he wants a big family and despite how fast you got pregnant after getting married —three months in and you're breeding for him, he's been stuffing you full of cum since your wedding night— you don't actually have your kids back to back you guys actually wait a couple years before having another kid but not too long cus you want your kids to grow up together

Rio wants to adopt!!!

Rio cares a great deal for the children in the orphanage and is really wants them to find good homes. Thoma is from the orphanage too so he supports the cause, and is forever grateful to have been taken in by someone he would one day follow through all stages of life.

You guys visit the orphanage quite a bit and the care givers are always welcome to your company even if its just a visit

You do end up adopting two young kids after your second pregnancy though

Speaking of second pregnancy😼

Halo Marisol Voleri, born a few months after the twins turned 3 and were going to preschool, just as the name suggests shes bright eyed and bubbly, lighting up the whole room with her smile. Rio calls her sunshine❤

"Good morning sunshine! Did you have a good sleep?"

From Greek origins, the name Halo means, divine aura and disc of the sun or moon. Your pregnancy with Halo was worlds different than with the twins, to every one that saw you, you emitted the "pregnancy glow" as they say and you also didn't experience any terrible symptoms either. While you were pregnant with the twins you were miserable for the most part so you I knew quickly this one was different. Halo was also born during a solar eclipse. It was dark outside due to the obstruction of the sun but in the hours later after Halo was born you saw the sun creep in through the window bathing you two in an ethereal light.

Both you and Rio freaked out.

Not in a "oh my god it must be fate🥰" way, no. You were ready to go into hiding. Cus ain't no goddamn way this happened for real🤨

It's said to be an incredible gift to be born on a solar eclipse too, you guys literally felt like you were holding god reincarnated in your hands, AND with your powers... yea you were frightened

For her middle name, Marisol has a Spanish origin meaning sea and sun. She was also born in the summer if it matters--

Despite feeling like you may have birthed a literal deity, Halo ended up... causing you stress to say the least.

Everyone was absolutely enamored with her and with that comes pure evil.

As an infant she was very fussy and picky about alot of things and sometimes just wanted to cry. I mean sometimes babies just cry.

A happy baby nonetheless loves to play, and adores her older brother and sister but damn this baby is overstimulating

Halo reminds Rio ALOT of his little sister Nica, especially in looks. Them Voleri genes are strong as hell

Halo growing into a toddler she stayed her sweet bubbly self but was still demanding and often threw fits.

He magic also manifested really early too so you definitely felt like you had to watch her a little more closely, you didn't want it to go haywire if it is that this tiny ass baby had ultra powerful magic at her disposal

If you thought Adephagia was attached to Rio you should see how Halo hangs off his arm like her purse.

He spoils the fuck outta her too, they're just as bad as each other

If mama says no, daddy will probably say yes in a heart beat apparently

She does mellow out as she gets older, and you two do make sure that she has a safe space to calm down instead of scolding her, or punishing her for acting out when you know theres a reason for this behavior, especially if she knows better

Aside from that she isn't a troublesome child, shes an angel when shes willing to compromise and cooperate and is very cuddly with her parents and siblings as well as and especially with uncle Thoma♡ (halo develops a crush on Thoma when shes a bit older but don't tell Rio🤫)

Like I said she loves to play and is very frequently seen playing with toys or with her older siblings that love her to death

The trouble the twins caused when they were babies is truely compacted into this tiny little thing with the added bonus of screaming

Halo loves playing chase when your trying to get her dressed, running up and down the castle halls as fast on her little feet as the twins were combined, ear shattering screams flying from her throat as she ducks and avoids both you and Rio who chase her as she runs around in her diaper the two of you just trying to put her dress on. She thinks it's a game.

Unlike Gulliver and Adephagia, who took an interest in fencing in their own right, Halo stray from that path taking up dance instead and light on her feet she is.

Halo becomes the nation's sweetheart when shes older.

NOW BACK TO ADOPTIONS‼

I'm not sure about all the specifics yet but you adopt two young kids, very young, toddlers even, maybe a little after Halo turns four. They're not related to each other and you get them on two separate occasions but in both cases their story is very similar

In one of their cases the father negligent and the mother died during childbirth, leaving the child without a legal guardian before they're even 6 months old. Rio after hearing this story especially after failed attempts to contact the father saw it to watch over this child at the orphanage the next few months every time he visited, because reports say the father both left the country and has no intention of ever wanting anything to do with the child. He grew attached to them in the few months he knew of their existence and the two of you made the decision to adopt them.

The other child is a case of abandonment. A basket was left on the steps of the orphanage with a baby inside, very recently been born, not probably cleaned, umbilical cord still attached, but there was a degree of care from how the baby had been wrapped in the blanket. The orphanage suggests the it was likely an alarmingly young mother that had no business being pregnant in the first place. Delivered her own baby and dropped it by the orphanage know she couldn't take care of it. This child had no papers, or birth certificate. You and Rio just happened to pass through while the caregivers were cleaning them up and putting them down to sleep before trying to sort out their legal documents. I have a vivid image in my head of the caregivers pausing what they're doing to give their king a respectful bow, Rio dismissing it immediately. You guys hear the story of the infant sleeping in the nursery and it was that moment you made the decision. Rio picked their name.

I imagine you were also pregnant again at that time listen this man wants to breed you-- and you were realizing how big your family was getting, this pregnancy makes baby number 6 but your 3rd pregnancy overall.

Once you're done having kids, you're both done having kids. Period. Rio love his family and he love his kids and he loves being a father to a big big family and he especially loves you when you're pregnant but you're not only his wife but the mother of his kids. If you're done, he's done. You have plenty of kids already, no need for more.

Here are the age gaps between the kids

Gulliver & Adephagia -> Halo — 3 years

Halo -> adopted child 1(the abandoned child) — 4 years

Adopted child 1(the abandoned child) -> unnamed child 5 — 5 months

Unnamed child 5 -> adopted child 2(the neglected child) — 1 year

Just to make it a little easier to understand, this is how old each child is at the time

From oldest to youngest:

10—10—7—3—3—2

Gulliver and Adephagia are 3 when Halo is born.

They are 7 when Halo is 4, and you are about 7 months pregnant at this time when you guys end up adopting your first child, the child is three months old at the time you adopt them.

You give birth 2 months later. Your adopted child is 5 months old at this time while your 5th child is a new born.

Two years later, Gulliver and Adephagia are 9 years old, Halo is 6, your first adopted child is 2 and your once newborn baby is recently turned 2, you guys adopt another child, this child is 1

So the following year Gulliver and Adephagia are both 10, Halo is 7, your 4th and 5th chilld are 3, and your youngest is 2

Please tell me that sounds cohesive😰😰

Yall stop after kid 6.

Not only are your kids still really young —like still below highschool age, half of them below kindergarten age— for you to just keep popping out babies as if you got all the time and space in the world to care for them all, your also scared of having twins again--

It's a real thing, once theres twins in your family, especially if you've already had twins, it's much more likely to happen again and Rio sperm is very potent and going from 6 kids to 8 kids????? Uhhhhh Let's wait until your three oldests are older, at least then they can care of themselves a reasonable amount, and if you still don't want any more kids great, we're doing a service to the world tbh it's already overpopulated, not about to be Saligias Nick Canon--

you do eventually have up to 8 kids tho--

Now let's double back before yall had kids okay? Okay😋

I'm not gonna include details about your wedding in the story but I will say, the both of you didn't want to do anything too extravagant but at the same time you wanted to be able to declare your love to each other for all to know, not in a show off or PDA kind of way but in a oh my god I love this person so much and I don't care who knows it.

Rio is also a royal so a royal wedding does end up being a big deal

You ended up having two weddings actually

The first was was very intimate and small. It was kinda a secret🤐

In the small wedding you basically got all the legal paperwork done and declared your love for one another in a very romantic way. All the other princes and their valets were present + Sherry and Violet cus they couldn't miss your wedding for the world. Roy and Sherry signed as witnesses and from then onward you had officially taken the last name Voleri.

The second one was mostly for kingdoms sake, much larger and more extravagant but not too extravagant because it is still your wedding. This wedding was the "official" wedding. The royal wedding the people of Voleri look forward too and celebrate. You walked down the aisle, read vows, sealed it with a kiss, had a reception, had a wedding cake, everything you expected to have at a wedding. Though you were already legally married, it felt like a dream all the same, because unlike the more intimate wedding where you only had your closest friends present, at this one you were around Rios family that accepted you into the family with open arms and nothing but warmth

You knew you had their approval long before Rio had even proposed but this really solidified it in your head. Meeting his extended family and how they adored you, all the important people in Rios life that were ready to love you as if you were one of their own just made you feel so warm inside.

Now like I said before you were pregnant not long after you got married but not so soon as to before Rio was crowned king.

You had a private little honey moon on one of the islands surrounding Voleri where uh... you were definitely making babies😳 Rio stuffed and filled you like a goddamn oreo.

From the moment the two of you had moved back into Voleri castle preparations were being made for Rios coronation, preparing for when King Aiden is to officially step down and pass on the title. Once your wedding passed preparations were in full force and by the time you returned from your honeymoon it was only a month away.

This coronation was a big deal for the both of you, not only because Rio would be inheriting the crown after all the long years of his life but as his wife you would gain the title of a queen.

The both of you had new royal formal wear made and tailored for the ceremony. You had expensive mesh and velvets draped over you and for the first time you felt like you'd earned this new title and phase of your life along with your place at Rios side.

Preparations continued in the weeks leading up to the ritualistic crowning of the new king, rehearsals going on just as meticulously as it was for your wedding until it was the day before the ceremony.

Yes you did in fact make love the night before.

Not cus he wanted to breed you tho, Rio just loves you

The coronation was a lot like your wedding in some ways but alot more sacred and dignified and definitely gave off the air of a new monarch taking place

I don't know alot about coronations that aren't particularly religious however I do have an image in my head of how it would go

The sitting King Aiden and queen are seated on the grand throne at the altar at the end of the aisle, crown upon his head. You and Rio enter, arm in arm and walk down to alter. You both kneel before the king, Rio right before his father and you a little ways behind. The king and queen stand and a minister takes place where some words are stated about Voleri, its lineage leaning up to the line of succession. Rio has to take an oath and swears to do all in his power to be the king Voleri needs and deserves. After this the floor is turned to his father who also says a few words, this more about kingship and about his oldest son. Aiden then removes the crown from his head placing it atop Rios, and unclip his cloak, putting it around Rios shoulders. He is declared king and Aiden gestures for his son to stand and Rio turns to the crowd dignified and regal before sitting on the throne his father once sat. After this you kneel before the queen and the minister takes place again and says a few words, a shorter speech aimed at the line of queens before the queen steps up the speak. She speaks of Queenship and what it means to be a queen with the added heartfelt message to reassure you. The same thing happens where she places her crown on your head and cloak around your shoulders. You are then declared queen and give the crowd your most dignified look before sitting in the throne next to Rio. To finish off the ceremony you and Rio stand hand in hand before the crowd and are officially named King and Queen of Voleri. After this you are then seen on the balcony overlooking the courtyard where many citizens of Voleri cheer as you are announced to the kingdom as new monarchs.

Two months after the coronation and three months after getting married you find out you're pregnant with your first child(ren)

Uhhhh what else can I say this is already a long ass post

I mentioned before that yall end up having a big family and honestly if it was literally any other consort I wouldn't be able to see it, with some consorts I cant vividly imagine yall having kids in the first place but with Rio idk he strikes me as the type to love and want a big family

Rio has more siblings than just Teto yk

He has a baby sister that is revealed in his book 2, this adorable little munchkin little Nica, and provably a few more (source: Rio asking Teto how the rest of their siblings are doing as well as Aiden asking Toto to look after the rest of their siblings so he has to have at least 2 of three more than that) cus we probably just never needed to know them

Anyway Rio has always been a big brother to at least 3 or more siblings and he loves kids and kids love him so the idea of Rio with his little sperms climbing all over him like a tree is a wholesome one❤

Your biological kids end up being so tall thanks to Rio

Gulliver probably ends up at least 5'10 by the time hes 15 with Adephagia racing close behind at 5'9. I can imagine Halo going to maybe 5'7 or 8 by the time she reaches highschool age, and same with the your 5th child that doesn't have a name yet.

Can yall think of names actually? We need a name for the both adopted children and the child of your third pregnancy. Remember your 4th child(first adoption) and your fifth child(third pregnancy) are the same age(5months apart) and the 6th child(second adoption) is one year younger. Also their sexes. I think the 6th child could be a boy but I really haven't thought too much about it other than that you do in fact have this kids in this kind of sequence and circumstances ya know

I can imagine you getting pregnant again after some years. Your kids are fairly self sufficient at this point y'know? Can retrieve their own juice from the fridge and stuff. Maybe 5 years after your youngest turns 3?

The twins would be 16, your youngest would be 8

This pregnancy not planned at all, well sure the other 3 weren't really planned either but you guys were in full parent mode, tiny little baby's everywhere, that were all really close in age so you at least were prepared for it, most of your baby stuff was still pretty new.

At this point you haven't had a toddler arround for a few years, sure your kids are still young but the soothers and baby bottles been collecting dust yk?

Now this isn't really a problem cus you guys are royals are are catered to for the most part

The thing that was actually throwing you off is that you were pregnant with twins.

This is exactly what you were afraid of in the first place.

This was the whole reason yall took a break from having kids bruh--

You do end up going through with the pregnancy but after this you put your foot down, no more babies nuh uh, your getting your tubes tied

Rio is put on probation and has lost his coochie privileges for the next 6 years cus how tf is your goddamn sperm so fucking potent🤨⁉️⁉️ cus two babies bitch you couldn't just give the woman one?? And its another set of fraternal twins bitch like your swimmers so hungry they got at two separate eggs🤨⁉️ if they were identical then that's cool, it's one egg that just split in two but two eggs bruh⁉️⁉️ damn

Rio isnt even an inherently sexual person he just loves to cum inside apparently and every time he do you get pregnant now look at yall with 8 kids🤨🤨

Pull out game: weak😠👎🏽👎🏽

You end up with two girls this time around, two beautiful girls.

You thought you would struggle to some degree due to being somewhat out of practice but your other kids end up helping out a great deal. Adephagia and Gulliver especially help when they think you and Rio need a break and they're twins themselves so they're actually happy to take the girls sometimes

Adephagia and Gulliver were/are the spitting image of Rio growing up so as it ends up the girls end up favoring you a great deal

The girls end up being best friends.

Adephagia and Gulliver fought so much as kids and sure the girls will have disagreements but they do everything together

Any time they meet someone new they're holding hands and like 'This is my sister!😁'

Despite not being identical twins they like to act like they are, wear matching outfits and have you guess which one is which, but you humor them and pretend as if you can't tell them apart, they know they don't look the identical though

Even when they're older and grow more independent from each other they're still really close

Very big family of wonderful kids you have, you always try and make sure everyone of your babies feel like they belong, especially your adoptive children, you don't want them to hold any animosity towards their other siblings and want them to feel just as much apart of the family as possible and if one day when their old if they want to meet their biological parents if that's at all possible, you and Rio will support them but they will assure you that you guys are their real family regardless of who birthed them or not

The Volerian royal family of 10😋

Gulliver and Adephagia still find it so crazy that they're like 17 looking after their one year old baby sisters or that they're arguing with an elementary schooler or that Halo is starting highschool(or what ever the equivalent of that is in Saligia) (it's at this time that she has a crush on Thoma shhhh) I'm sure when they were 3 years old running around and could horde all their parents attention they never would've imagined having 6 younger siblings

I can imagine when your pregnant with the twin girls you told them first before the rest of the kids

They probably looked at yall in disgust cus they 16 atp so they know damn well where babies come from and in their opinion they already have ENOUGH siblings

You: 'Phasia, Gulliver? Can you come in here for a moment?

A/G: Yes mom?

Rio: Angel...? Gulliver...?

A/G: Dad...?

You: ... I'm pregnant.

Rio: *places a hand on your stomach lovingly*

Adephagia: ...

Gulliver: ...

You/Rio: ...

Adephagia: Dad get off her! Don't you think you have enough kids, how old are you anyway?! You're too old to be doing all that. Keep your hands to yourself!

Gulliver: We definitely didn't need to know what you two get up to when we're asleep, keep that to yourself! This place is full enough as it is.

Adephagia: Mom? I think dad needs a time out.

Gulliver: I agree, we should neuter him.

Rio: Hey!

Adephagia: Really dad? 7 kids? I think you two need to be separated for a while.

Gulliver: You two are getting a little too excited, can't leave you alone for too long

Those two will humble you!

Rio might be the king of Voleri but that's still their dad they can clown him as much as they want

When tending to the twins Rio would sometimes call one of them Adephagia💀

'Phagia perks up like yes dad?

Rio realizes his mistake.

Rio sometimes gets so emotional when either Gulliver or Adephagia are playing with the little ones

They're his oldest children🥺🥺 he wonder where the time went😓😓

Even Halo, once upon a time she was attached to his hip, he put her on his shoulders and swung her arround in his arms and now look shes a teenager

Even with his adopted children he feels this way, remembering the times when his babies would try to climb up his legs, or getting used to being apart of the family, receiving affection when they were small

He remembers the day he took all his babies home for the first time, be it from the maternity ward or the orphanage, he loves them all so much, hes sad the newborn phase doesn't last forever :( (you need to stop him from knocking you up again-)

You take him out of these thoughts with a kiss on the cheek tucking yourself under his arm with one of your youngest on your hip.

You always know how to lift his spirits :D

You lift the toddler up to his face and she smiles nice and brightly and says Hi daddy and Rio response hello little one wheres your sister♡ and takes her in his arms and it's like any mourning of the passage of time never existed

It makes his heart feel full knowing not only his kids are happy to have him as a father but also that the people of Voleri are happy to have him as their king, but most of all hes happy to have you as his wife♡

Yo I just realized, 8 godamn kids and only 3 of them have a name💀

I feel like if I do complete this itll be in multiple one shots apart of the same timeline but yeah I think we should name these children💀

Can we actually like sort that shit out hold on

Starting at the top we have

Adephagia Aurora Voleri (first born daughter, fraternal twin sister)

Gulliver Aiden Voleri (first born son, fraternal twin brother)

Halo Marisol Voleri (second born daughter)

_____ _____ Voleri (third born child, adopted)

_____ _____ Voleri (fourth born child)

_____ _____ Voleri (fifth born son, adopted)

_____ _____ Voleri (sixth born daughter, fraternal twin sister)

_____ _____ Voleri (sixth born daughter, fraternal twin sister)

Now I already said all their middle names will have some sunny, bright, light kind of meaning so starting there should work, its easiest at least

I feel like their names reflect their personalities to some degree but at the same time I haven't fully developed all their personalities yet let alone their sexes

I'll actually leave this here for now actually

I'll update it at some point later with the children's names and stuff when I think if it but I think I've said all I wanted to say

This post is long as hell anyway

This post has been in my drafts since Rios birthday(May 15th) so yeah it's way overdue already

UPDATE TIME WITH THE BABY NAMES‼‼‼

Adephagia Aurora Voleri (first born daughter, fraternal twin sister)

Gulliver Aiden Voleri (first born son, fraternal twin brother)

Halo Marisol Voleri (second born daughter)

Genesis Nova Voleri (third born daughter, adopted)

Theo Luca Voleri (fourth born son)

Atlas Nikko Voleri (fifth born son, adopted)

Dylan Ayla Voleri (sixth born daughter, fraternal twin sister)

Eliana Kira Voleri (sixth born daughter, fraternal twin sister)

Welcoming the new additions to the family we have Genesis Nova Voleri

Genesis is your first adopted child, she's the one that was abandoned, left in a basket outside the orphanage freshly birthed with no papers. You and Rio did plan on adopting but on that visit to the orphanage you didn't expect to walk away as parents to your forth kid especially since you were already pregnant and will soon enter your third trimester.

You and Rio just happened to pass through while the caregivers at the orphanage were trying to sort out the legal documents of this unknown child placed at their doorstep, cleaning them up, checking for signs of trauma before putting them to sleep in the nursery. The caregivers suspect it's a case of an alarmingly young mother that delivered her own baby, dropping it off at the orphanage knowing it would probably have a much better chance at life there(the caregivers also infer the bio mom was in her early teens and at serious risk were she to keep it and made a gamble delivering it herself)

Upon hearing the story of the infant sleeping in the nursery you and Rio had to step out and have a serious conversation. You did want to adopt this child, you both did, but you had to talk about what you did and didn't want for your family, the child and their circumstances, and what it would mean if one of the bio parents were to find the child before they were one month old. Legally an infant has to be 7 days old to be adopted but after if the bio parents change their mind in 21 days, the child has to be returned to the biological family. This child you've only just found out about is not more than a few days old, even their birthday has to be inferred by the caregivers because not much is known about them yet and their legal documents are yet to be filled out

Because this is your first adoption, this is a big decision for the both of you and even the royal family

This decision made you seriously consider your wealth and privilege as members of the royal family to be able to have as many children as you want, to be healthy enough to have children as well as have the option to adopt children if you so wish because not many are afforded this luxury especially since Voleri is a very fairly rural and agricultural state. Alot of your conversation had to do with weather you were adopting because you loved being parents and truely wanted this child and for it to be in a good home or just because you could and it was available to you

You ultimately made your decision to adopt this little baby girl, upon meeting her you were attached right away and you couldn't part without her

Rio picked her name. Genesis Nova Voleri.

The name Genesis is a Spanish name meaning "creation" or "beginning" the name chosen to symbolize a new life for the infant and as your family's first adopted child and the growing of your family as you give birth to your fifth child months after bringing Genesis home.

Nova, her middle name takes a similar meaning coming from the Latin word novus meaning new and in astronomy the term nova is given to bright stars that appear suddenly in the sky and release powerful energy. The name Nova itself means bright star and goes along with the trend of all of Rios children's middle names having a bright meaning ☆

You bring Genesis home at 2 months old, your 7 months pregnant at this time and three months later you go into labor.

When babies are born their hearing and eyesight aren't fully developed so at 5 months old Genesis is full of personality and is starting to recognize her own name when you say it and might turn toward you when you say it, shes super observant and it's not uncommon for her to just be looking at you, shes just trying to recognize your features.

Babbling her heart away making sounds and having most of her parents attention until now means theres quite a bit of a transition when the new baby comes along

Speaking of new baby

After a long labor you bring home a beautiful baby boy Theo Luca Voleri

Theo is a Greek name meaning gods gift and is often associated with intelligence, and ambition as well as creativity and a zest for life

As he grows Thos becomes --I don't wanna say this but🤭🤭 such a boy you know

He likes playing in the dirt, climbing trees, he likes bugs, he'll find a pretty looking bug and bring it inside for one of his siblings as a gift, he likes going outside in the rain just so he can see all the worms surface

Rio says Theo reminds him alot of himself as a kid but that smile is all you

Theo is also really friendly with the town's people and will often come home with little gifts he got from his sweet smile and a love for play

It was hard to find good balance with two young babies at the same time especially since they're 5 months apart and have different needs

When Adephagia and Gulliver were babies you could keep them more or less on the same schedule but when one baby, curious as can be and starting to learn to talk and crawl while the other still needs their head supported and sleeps more frequently you had to find a way to keep up

Not to mention Halo is 4 at this time and the twins are 7, you're pretty such in full parent mode 24/7

You will say though you don't ever regret adopting Genesis only months before Theo was born and you love watching them gro together

When you brought Theo home for the first time you wanted to cry seeing how small he was compared to Genesis, despite being less than 6 months apart you couldn't help but reminisce on when Genesis was that small and she was just an infant in and orphanage nursery and you could already see time flying impossibly fast when Theo gets bigger and your celebrating Genesis's first birthday with a 7 month old on your hip, it gets you all emotional

Theo's middle name Luca is an Italian name meaning bringer of light

Many would actually say Theo and Halo are near identical or that Theo is Halos male version despite being 4 years apart

They do though look alot alike and Theo looks up to his older sister so of course some of their mannerisms are the same not to mention they're siblings that share the same mother and father, if they didn't look alike that would be concerning.

Theo does though take up similar hobbies as Halo like dance and arts but even still, it seems Theos more attached to Genesis than Halo, this mostly due to being raised more or less simultaneously and being the same age

Despite being months apart and not technically biologically related, Genesis and Theo are treated as twins, are super close and are often not seen without the other, they've known eachother all their lives and couldn't ask for a better sibling

I imagine this only slightly changes as they get older but they're still really close

Next we have Atlas Nikko Voleri

Atlas is your second adoption and 6th child aka the child before you take a 8 year break from having kids💀💀

Atlas is a slightly similar case to Genesis and when I say similar I mean that he was pretty much just dropped off at the orphanage unannounced

Unlike Genesis he had papers when he was put into the adoption system so you and Rio didn't have the luxury of picking his name but you do still love him all the same

Atlas's bio mother died during childbirth and his bio dad wanted nothing to do with him, going as far as to leave the country and surrounding regions

Still only being an infant Atlas was bounced around different family members that were ultimately deemed unfit to take care of a child before being sent to the orphanage and put under the care of the various caregivers there in the nursery

After one particularly hectic day you urged Rio go take a walk to wind down for the day and that you'll take care of the kids for now, he was hesitant not wanting to leave you alone or leave alone but agreed and took a little stroll through the town and paid a short visit to the orphanage

The smiles on the children's faces did lift his spirits evidently and he played with them for a little bit before noticing one of the care givers bouncing a small child on their knee. A baby, not more then 6 months old

The caregivers give a small bow in the presence of their king and that's when Rio is introduced to little baby Atlas

Rios weak weak heart melts as the baby smiles at him and his first thought is to run home and tell his wife about this fuck ass baby he met on his little stroll💀💀

From then on you and Rio looked in on Atlas for the next few months and anyone could tell your connection to this child was strong, you even witnessed his first steps, you almost sealed the deal and brought him home with you on the spot

On one of your visits, little Atlas was standing holding himself up by the side of the chair he was holding on to, he 10 months and hasn't started walking yet but oftentimes with grab onto the sides of furniture and pull himself up to his feet. This particular time when Atlas was standing up, he caught glimpse of the both of you at the door and set his sights on Rios tall figure as he came further into the room. The baby boy reach out one of his little hands toward Rio knowing exactly where he wanted to go before letting go of the chair. Rio noticed the little boy standing next to the chair just as you joined his side, Atlas reaching his hands out toward you two as he wobbled a little bit trying to find his balance before taking a shaky step forward. The caregivers gasped as he took another wobbly step forward, Rio approaching the little boy to close the distance, Atlas taking another little step before falling on his bum at Rios feet. Rio picked him with nothing but praises and little tickles until the caregivers ran over saying those were his first steps. Both you and Rio were even prouder of the little boy knowing this and played with him some more before going home.

And it was on that walk home where you chated about adopting him. You brought him home with you after he turned one.

The name Atlas is of Greek origin meaning "enduring" or "to endure" or "bearer of the heavens" Atlas in greek mythology also represents 'the freedom at the heights of the spirit'

His middle name Nikko means "person of victory" in greek from greek Goddess Nike, goddess of victory and root origin of "Nicholas", Nikko in Japanese also means "Daylight"

It also reminded me of Nica, Rios little sister🥰🥰

And lastly the baby girls, the twins, the princesses Dylan and Eliana Voleri!!

Just so you know the twins were birthday sex.

Your birthday.

This is Rios fault cus yall were done having kids

Adephagia and Gulliver are 16, Atlas is 8, yall living nice, yall happy, nice domestic life, Rio king, you queen, your six sweet kids that are more or less self sufficient, you know the vibes, they don't call you for every little thing anymore but they're still your babies, it's nice

And then your birthday comes and Rio decides that it's time the twins become babysitters for their youngest siblings and you and him are going to get away from the castle and have sex. Loud nasty adult, no kids in the other room sex.

And listen we is not complaining cus Rio laid it tf down

Yall haven't had sex like this since before yall had kids

Bro laid it down flipped it and reversed

Only it's been enough years for you to forget how fucking potent this mans swimmers are💀

BOOM‼

Pregnant🤰🏽

And look you weren't entirely mad

But the fact that they were twins was so fucked up😭😭

Rios coochie privileges were revoked😭

Cus one of the reasons you took a break from having kids is cus you were scared of having twins again cus you already had 6 kids, even 7 sounds like a little overkill but 8⁉️⁉️

You're getting your tubes tied when this is over😭😭

And they're also fraternal twins again like-

Rios not allowed near your vagina ever again cus bitch the garden ain't the only place he planting seeds nah you getting an IUD

Dramatics aside your LAST children didn't cause you as much trouble as the others oldly enough

When you were pregnant with Adephagia and Gulliver you were absolutely miserable and sure this set of twins definitely felt like you were pregnant with twins you didn't want to cry yourself to sleep cus it felt like them mfs were having a WWE fight in your womb and you were in so much pain

The birth didn't almost kill you like Adephagia and Gulliver did but they were also really big babies

Dylan Ayla Voleri, the first to pop out of the two

I really like Dylan as a girls name and Dylan means "great tide" or "great flow" from the Welch sea god "son of the sea" or "born of the ocean", Dylan also has Irish roots meaning "a ray of hope"

Dylan's middle name Ayla means moonlight, halo or halo around the moon in Turkish, but in Hebrew it means terebinth tree or oak tree or from the name Ayala meaning deer

With the name Ayla meaning Halo around the moon it making me think of the solar eclipse, not to mention older sister Halo was born on a solar eclipse

And now baby girl Eliana Kira Voleri

I kinda fell in love with the name Eliana when I saw it tbh, it sounds so pretty and idk it just fits yk

Eliana means "God has answered" and "sun."

With Hebrew roots Eliana is a variation of Eliyanah, sharing its meaning "God has answered." but Eliana is similar to the Latin name Aeliana, meaning "sun," derived from the Roman family name Aelius and Aelius is related to the Greek word helios, which refers to the sun. In both greek and Latin Eliana means "daughter of the sun". Eliana also means "bright" and "mercy"

In other words she's definitely Rios child--

Her middle name Kira means mistress/lady in greek, the Indian name Kira means light, and in Japanese it means glittery/shining/twinkling

Her name literally means shining sun♡

NEWAYS

that's all for our little babies, I just made a long ass post even longer

I'll probably add more lore if I think of it but I actually wanna start writing stories now like I feel inspired, I love Rios family❤❤

[achelouise]

words: around 2k

warnings: none!

prompt: “not knowing about demons, never running into one－ there’s no better way to live out your life!”

a/n: i love this man so much istg

a/n #2: i still have no idea how tumblr works (how do i reply to something?? yall are absolutely sexy to comment on this btw mwah) one guy who asked about uzuis retirement, it was a mistake on my part lets just let it slideeee

You see, when Kyojuro asked him to marry you, it was a complete accident. He had just come home from his exhausting job, and you were tending to his wounds. You had chastised him the entire time, with every jab becoming more evident that you were upset. 

“I can’t believe you would let a disciple beat you up this badly.” You huffed, letting your fingers spread ointment on his bleeding forehead. “You have your limits, Kyo.”

“It’s completely alright! It doesn’t hurt one bit!” Kyojuro responded, even though the way his grip tightens on your other hand says otherwise. 

You had shook your head in an exasperated sigh, but there was a smile on your lips. From his stories, you knew Kyojuro loved his students dearly; he was never shy to dish out compliments about them, and his hair always fluffed up in pride. “How’s Senjuro doing?”

“Quite well, I would say!” Kyojuro’s left eye twitched a little at that. It was an obvious lie. 

“Kyojuro.”

The stern tone snapped him out of his facade, and his polite grin faltered. 

You also knew that his family was quite… a mess at the moment. All you could decipher from his words is Senjuro was a kind-hearted young brother, and his father was a piece of shit. Someday, you would love to march to his residence and use him as a punching bag.

Whether you can survive, however, is a very different story. As much as you’d like to say you’re strong, you could never compete with Kyojuro’s strength. Plus, his father was mentioned to be a former martial arts master. You’d probably ascend to the heavens before you could get a single insult out.

Still, a woman can dream.

“… Father is still reluctant to see both of our potential.” Kyojuro decided to say. “But it is alright! I told Senjuro that I would be proud of him, no matter what! Because unlike me, he has a brother that believes in him!”

Kyojuro always wanted to open his very own dojo, but from what you can tell, his father was immensely reluctant. Senjuro didn’t have the potential to become his own student, and he received countless harsh words because of it. You have never met Senjuro in your life, but you have a strong urge to try and shield him from his father.

You’ve never met any acquaintances related to Kyojuro, but that was because his residence was miles away. It took at least a week for him to get back to you. Yet, he always makes sure to write countless letters to fill in the lonely silence in your home. You always found solace in his words.

You couldn’t help but smile. Kyojuro is always so kind, so bright, and even though night looms over your home, you feel like you’re in a sun’s embrace. You were sure if you were in his position, you would have long since given up already. His sheer will and determination never fails to surprise you.

However, something doesn’t sit right with you.

You took his hand in yours. There are countless scars on his body; you have yet to understand how his disciples could inflict such damage onto him. Perhaps he was always wandering around looking for a brawl with drunk men? No, he would never intentionally provoke anyone outside training. You knew him; he was always defending, protecting, as if he was shielding innocent people from death itself.

“Senjuro is lucky to have a brother like you.” You said. “And I’m sure you feel the same way.”

“I do!” Kyojuro chirped, his eyes burning with passion. 

You chuckle. “But unlike him, you have me.” You placed his hands onto your chest, smiling wider as Kyojuro’s breath hitches. 

“You have a lover that believes in you, and would go to the moon and back for you. I would travel across the entire galaxy to make you happy, because you don’t deserve the shit your father gives you.”

Kyojuro opened his mouth to speak, but you placed your finger on his lips, efficiently shushing him. “I’m sure your father has his reasons. Nobody drowns themselves in alcohol without feeling some sort of hurt. But that doesn’t excuse him for not trying to love you and Senjuro, you’re his sons, someone that he should treasure with his life.”

You didn’t know why you were rambling, but you saw his downcast expressions that he thought no one knew of. You saw him looking so lost, so hopeless, it hurts you to the very core. You needed to let him know.

“You’re amazing in every way, and I know having the chance to stand by your side is a privilege on its own. So please…” You gripped his hand tighter. “Let this lucky woman love you, for the rest of her life, if you allow it.”

Kyojuro was, for once, rendered speechless, and you bit back the urge to laugh. He’s so adorable, with his eyes widened and his jaw slacked. You had expected this reaction; after all, if it were the other way around, you would be red all over. 

What you didn’t expect, though, was him pulling you into an abrupt kiss, with his arms wrapped around you so tight you almost forgot how to breathe. Kissing Kyojuro reminded you of the kindle of fire you’d find near a fireplace－ warm, comfortable, and safe from the world’s dangers.

When he pulled back, he looked like he had stars in his eyes. “Marry me.” He blurted out.

It took a second for you to register his words, and your cheeks flared into a dark shade of red. 

That was how you ended up planning out your future with him, in the dead of night, with your arms wrapped around his waist. You had never planned a future with him; he always managed to evade the topic, and at the early stages of your relationship you always chalked it to him not wanting one with you, and you accepted that.

After that sudden marriage proposal, though, you were confused. Was it in the spur of the moment? Was he trying to one-up you? Surely, since nobody would know how to respond to such a long speech of a declaration of love.

In any case… you’re happy he’s allowing you to love him, to cherish this bundle of flames that has comforted you for so long. All you want to see is his smile, and anything else might just kill you.

“Five?! That’s far too many!” You say, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

Kyojuro laughs, loud and so full of love. “I have always wanted a big family!”

“S-still…”

So far, you two have decided to settle down in a little house in a quaint, sleepy neighborhood, with maybe a dog, much to Kyojuro’s persistence. You could find a better job there, washing clothes or selling fruits, or maybe even become a teacher－ anything your heart desired. You could finally see Kyojuro daily, without him setting off on long journeys just to get to his dojo, and come back beaten up and bruised.

Yes… it sounded like a good plan. You had a couple of friends here, so maybe you could send them letters from time to time. Maybe you could even make more when you move.

“Sounds like a plan. Minus the dog part, anyway…”

Kyojuro lets out a whine, looking far more childish than he’s ever been, but you let it slide besides a laugh. “How could you say no to dogs? So cruel!”

“Ah, and this cruel woman shall dance upon your grave when said dog infects you with his sharp, drooling fangs!”

Kyojuro lets out a dramatic gasp. “I’m engaged to a witch!”

You cackle. “You have fallen for my spell, dear Kyo! You are bound to me for the rest of eternity, and I am bound to you! Mwahaha!”

“Oh, dear! How shall I break out of such a spell, I wonder?”

“There is only one way.” You continue to act, with a big grin on your face. “You shall give me a lifetime of kisses! Then, will you truly be set free!”

Kyojuro roars with laughter, and your act falls apart as you are also dissolved into giggles. He cups his hands onto your cheeks, his eyes shining brighter than ever before.

“I wouldn’t mind being bound to such a beautiful woman such as yourself.” He admits, and you splutter. “Your spell wouldn’t need much convincing after all,” He brings your hand up to his lips, and gently kisses its knuckles, a teasing grin blooming on his face, “because you’ve already enamored me, my dear.”

You only huff as your cheeks turn red, lightly shove his chest. “You’re such a sap sometimes.”

“Only for you, darling.”

“Oh my god－”

Kyojuro only smiles, as your red cheeks have yet to fade. Don’t you understand? He’s the lucky man. He wishes to see your highs and lows, your smiles and your tears, your bests and your worsts, and he wants to see it to the end.

His one and only regret is lying to you. You’re a fierce woman when you have to be, but you wouldn’t stand a chance against any demon that comes your way. You don’t deserve to be exposed to the harsh reality of demons, and especially not meet your end in the hands of one.

The place he wants to move in with you is rumored to have countless wisteria trees to match the aesthetic of the village. He’s willing to give up his residency, and perhaps even his father, because he loves you so. 

He knows as a Hashira, any day can be his last. He’s nowhere as strong as the twelve Kitsuki. There are plenty of innocent people that are involved in Muzan’s scheme to conquer the sun, and that fact alone makes his blood boil with hatred. He knows a war is bubbling on the surface, a war that will determine whether decades worth of blood, sweat and tears of dead and alive slayers alike will eradicate the existence of demons.

He knows leaving at such an important moment will be considered a huge blow to the Corps…

Your smile. It would be worth it to see your fragile, weak smile that could be gone at any moment. 

So… maybe… he’ll be selfish, just this once. He’ll throw away his katana and never look at it again, if it means he could be with you for another day.

He’ll send Oyakata-sama a letter stating his retirement first thing after his mission. Apparently, an alarming amount of people have gone missing on a train, and he can’t ignore that, no matter how desperately he wants to claim you as his.

But when he comes back, he’ll marry you, and give you all that he has. 

When the first rays of dawn peek from behind its mountains, he kisses your cheeks, and parts from your sleeping figure.

He’ll come back.

This, he swears.

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 23: PRETTY BOY

emotions run wild when everyone is drunk and hardly coherent. quackity is always loud, but tonight is a full on assault on the senses (the ears, in particular). bretman simps for corpse too much for your liking. rae is happy for once. there’s a confession of love somewhere in there. sister james makes a very good impostor, but that’s old news, the real question is who gave you a knife? a new persona emerges that leaves the roaches quivering in their boots.

─── corpse husband x reader, a lil bit of everyone x reader (because she’s a queen) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: a lil over 7k.

author’s note: it’s the way i can’t follow a fucking calendar for me. sorry guys, i swear to god i thought i had one more day before thursday . the idiot award goes to me and i accept it with pride. anyway, i was excited to write this for a while! quackity is in mexico, that’s why he drinks, too. my fic, my rules, he’s too funny not to include. im also working on an extra w dream and mr quack so look forward to that, too! hopefully u like this part ily xx and as always lmk wat u think!!

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The outfit for today was picked with care and consideration. Hot, as always- you had forgotten your roots, your hoodie and sweats lay hidden in the bottom of your drawer never to be worn on stream again. You’ve changed. Clout really does that to people. Some viewers, naturally, find your hotness near insulting: how dare you rub your beauty in their faces, and so unabashedly, too?! If only you had a twinge of self-awareness, perhaps you would tone it down. But you don’t, and whether that’s by choice or not is the mystery the whole internet tries to solve (ARMY has been working diligently, and you admire their effort, though in the end their tireless labor brings no tangible results). 

You went from hot to hotter. In all truth, the fires eating away at California can be blamed on you. You carry this burden in stride, in your platform overpriced shoes some girl scammed you on Depop with, in your fishnets, in your skirt, in your corset, in your rings and necklaces and chains. You woke up today and chose violence. Decided your existence will be a plague to the rest of the populace, and meant it (that, maybe, you took inspiration from a certain faceless Youtuber that so happens to be your boyfriend or whatever). You feel powerful. Like you could step on the world and the world would let you. You decide that it’s the way it should always be. 

The smile on your lips informs of nothing good to your quaint, small audience of 40k. You change the lighting in your room from the soft cherry blossom pink to menacing violet. As fitting for a villain.

Perhaps California’s hellish sun has finally purged you of your bubbly, docile nature (arguably, you had never possessed it to begin with); perhaps it’s the forth mimosa you’re mixing as people slowly trickle into the lobby. Who knows?! Not you, definitely. What do all of those boring dead white European philosophers say? Embrace the unknown? Cheers, you’ll drink to that.

In stark contrast to your appearance, your room is a fucking mess. A war-zone of epic anime scale. Everything is scattered, well, everywhere. A perfect representation on what’s going on in your mind, always. You don’t like how people focus on your surroundings-- you’re the main attraction, hello? Are you not enough to sustain them? Must they beg for more?! Totally ungrateful. You shake your head in disappointment, as if a mother scolding her children. 

noooooo! mom pls forgive me i will never ask abt anything ever again T_T

yall looking at the room? lol couldnt be me

feels like im five and my mum just told me i cant eat a pretty rock i found on the pavement:(

You can’t contain your sly grin. Eyes twinkle with a purplish hue, appearing all the more menacing. You tricked them once again, oh how absolutely evil of you. In your blind delight you accidentally spill champagne on your lap.

“-Oop, fuck.” You snort.

why does she sound like goofy 

The scandalous drunk Among Us stream is about to start. You had been eerily silent through the greetings, and those that chose to approach you were met with a cold shoulder and minimal replies. All on purpose, of course. You wish to plant a seed of unease within them, and so far, it’s working. There are questions unanswered, jokes unsaid, Quackity unteased. It breaks your heart, but it must be done. You look into the camera, all vulnerable and devout, as if to say: I’m doing this for you, all for you.

pack it up yandere simulator

idk whats going on but i think im into it?

villain arc villain arc villain aRC VILLAIN ARC

“Hey, guys,” Corpse’s voices rings in your headphones, and not a blink later his astronaut appears in the lobby in a cloud of smoke, “Hi, Y/n.”

More sharp, excited hellos follow after. You merely hum, though give no further reply. As Corpse strays to your side, Charlie steps in in front of him, “BDA access only. You have a permit, bitch?”

“Y/n is being quiet-she’s being quiet, guys!” Quackity helpfully informs, as if the rest failed to notice your cryptic silence, “Don’t be sad Corpse, man, Corpse don’t be-she didn’t say shit to me either.”

“Y/n has decided to not waste her breath on the SDS.” Charlie voices, “And you know what? I actually agree with her for once.”

“SD-what now?” Dream questions.

“The Small Dick Society.” Charlie explains, noting Dream’s whine of protest, “Oh no, don’t give me that shit, weren’t you bitching about not being invited and not belonging to exclusive clubs? Congratulations, you’re finally part of one.”

“Wait!” Quackity interjects, “Am I part of it too?”

“Guess, Sherlock.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Corpse says. You nod to your audience, like he just spoke the God honest truth, and follow in his example. Your tentative sip unexpectedly turns into a greedy gulp, but you’re not complaining. The only slightly coherent thought that rings in your mind is drink tasty.

“Ignore them,” Rae chimes, “Y/n’s probably plotting something and using Charlie as a cover up.”

“I’d never.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

“Well you sure are very quick to deny it.” You can hear her smirking, can hear the proud lilt in her voice, like she caught onto your silly little scheme, like she has you all figured out. Your eyes narrow dangerously. The night behind your window pools dark, with far away city lights glimmering before they, too, seem to dim. 

Your roommate is back on your shitlist. How her name was missed among the rest.

“I’m defending my honor.” You yelp, the playfulness back in your voice along with your sunny smile, “I can’t have my wifey slandering me online. At least do it in private, geez.”

If Rae’s such a good detective, you’ll give her a good chase. Perhaps you’ve been laying it on too thick. Made her too suspicious. She can’t out you yet--not when your plans are so grand, so fun. It would be a waste.

“Why weren’t you saying anything then?” Quackity questions.

“Do I need a reason not wanting to talk to you?” You shoot back. Your friends laugh and he tries to shriek something past their cackle. You lean back into your chair, the tension from Rae’s confrontation finally easing. You wink at the camera and bring a finger to your lips. The roaches swear to secrecy, elated by your wickedness. As appropriate, they spam devil emojis and various renditions of evil hohohos and hehehes. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree. You had raised them well. You raise your glass in solidarity. A few donations fall into your pocket, easily summed up as: make them suffer.

Muting the discord call, you give a single response, “Oh, I intend to.”

i hope this doesn’t awaken something in me

^already too late for me bro

As caught up in wreaking havoc among your viewers as you are, you miss Sykkuno’s entrance, though from what you can tell, Charlie gave a stern warning to back the fuck off to him, too. He’s playing into your plan so beautifully. Truly, you couldn’t do this without him. Back to stalking the chat you go.

Your eyes flicker to the game upon Bretman’s signature drawl and “Hi, daddy.”. You have no time to get offended at Corpse’s sweet “Hi, honey” back, because the next person to join the discord call and the lobby leaves you speechless. You knew, of course, you had been informed of the line-up, but still, you had never expected yourself to be so close to Jomes Chorles himself. You make a weird gesture with your hands, half wave half excited wiggle, as if you’re telling the audience to calm down, when, in fact, it is you that needs calming.

He goes saying his hello’s like doing a public service, name by name, before, lastly, uttering, “Hi, Miss Y/n. Loooove the vids.”

He’s a roach in disguise, who could’ve known?! Your audience is so diverse and unexpected, gosh, you’d shed a tear if the mascara wasn’t so expensive.

“Hi!” You reply with a grin, and it’s genuine this time, a glimmer of your old self, “Hi, I love your videos, too. It’s like, really cool to finally meet you.”

“Oh my God, you too!” Is his enthusiastic reply, “Okay, the energy in the studio today? Love it.”

“Is this all of us?” Quackity asks.

“Sadly.” James says with a note of disappointment.

“HEY!”

“Okay, guys!” Ash chimes, “Let’s do this! Proximity Among Us, round one, go go go!”

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Luck does not shine upon you during the first round- you are stuck as Crew Mate, your life cut short by Bretman who had the audacity to bite your head off. You’re positive Ke$ha wrote her hit single Cannibal about him, and if she didn’t, she definitely had a That’s So Raven moment and predicted it. It’s also insanely suspicious as after you are eliminated he sticks real close to Corpse, feigning innocence (and this is a controversial opinion you do not endorse) better than even you. It wounds your pride, having been picked off so casually, so quickly, and now stuck a ghost you roam the halls of the dying spaceship, lost, confused, heartbroken.

Charlie runs past you, not once even glancing in your direction. “Brother...” You mutter sadly, “Do you not see me here? Do you not feel... the loss of your twin’s heartbeat...?" Damn, these mimosas really are making you emotional. You sniffle and take a sip to calm the storm within you. No rage, just sadness. You are still processing your own tragic demise.

Suddenly, a meeting is called. There’s a horrible red X on your astronaut. You are the only one dead so far, and of course the rest won’t vote out the fucker. How bitterly you sit! With your arms crossed over your chest and your glare sharp enough to cut through glass. Fuck the sad shit, now you’re just angry. At the very least, the second Impostor could’ve given you some company!

“I knew something felt off.” Charlie is first to speak.

“Who the fuck killed Y/n?” Corpse questions, and his voice ignites a whole discussion that lasts much too short. The others skip, having no suspect yet. It’s much too soon to start pointing fingers, but you still feel like they should have at least tried. Pouting, you fix yourself another drink.

“Stop drinking!?” You gasp, exasperated at your chats demands, “I’m dead! What else should I do, the tasks?! Nah, fuck that. I’m done. I’m out. Charlie better employ his fucking detective skills because if the Impostors win, I will literally quit the game--yes I will, no I’m not bullshitting, fucking watch me.”

Thankfully, Bretman was caught venting, and you didn’t have to end the stream prematurely. The second Impostor, your roommate (oh, the betrayal, Rae, how could you?!) was voted out due to Corpse’s suspicion. Victory to the Crew Mates! The game restarts and you find yourself back in the lobby.

“Miss Y/n,” Bretman says, “I am sooo sorry for killing you first, baby. It was just too easy. I couldn’t pass it up.”

Giggling, Quackity chimes, “Sister slaughtered.”

“Oh my God,” James groans, “shut up!”

“Yeah, Y/n.” Charlie speaks, and there’s an accusatory note in his calm voice, “Why the fuck did you allow yourself to be eliminated first? Real noob shit, I expected more of you.”

“HUH?!” You frown, “What’s with the victim blaming?! I literally was doing my task and Bretman snuck up on me. It’s not like I had a weapon to defend myself!”

“You have been avenged,” Corpse states, “and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, Corpse!” You say, “At least someone cares.”

“Hey, I helped, too!” Dream pipes up.

“No, you didn’t.” Corpse shoots him down, “I was the only one.”

“You were not--”

“Literally was. Isn’t that right, Sykkuno?”

“Uhhhh-” Sykkuno trails off, “Well, we-we all helped!” You can hear his shy smile, and you just know he’s bobbing his head up and down at this exact moment, “We all helped. Team work!”

“Team work!” The rest echo, save for yourself, Corpse, Charlie, and the two Impostors. Silence speaks more than a thousand words or whatever. You pray to any higher power willing to listen to finally assign you the role of the villain, the one you were born to do. 

Sadly, higher powers must have either shitty customer service or are in need of hearing aids, and you almost scream in frustration when your astronaut appears along with the others, the bold CREW MATE title chipping away at your master plan.

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“Hey, Y/n, hey! Hey, Y/n!” Rae finds you in Cafeteria, where you, metaphorically, are eating your feelings. Not that she needs to know, of course. She sounds chipper, a bit ditsy, and that must mean she’s sufficiently tipsy. You store that information for later, and forget about it as soon as you notice Dream and Sykkuno, like her very own personal bodyguards, trailing after her, “Wanna play a game?!”

“Is this Saw?” You inquire, somewhat lazy. You’d be lying if you said the alcohol wasn’t affecting you, it’s just instead of making you bubbly, it makes you mellow. This was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to terrorize everyone and laugh as they perished by your hand, yet here you are, wallowing in self-pity. The roaches start worrying. The donation jingle chimes.

BEATINGS & SLUTATIONS yns_fishnets donated 5$ mom just wait it out & dont worry youll get your vengeance soon lead them on!!!!

Your fishnets have a point! 

“Saw?--No, no, haa, no it’s a drinking game.” Dream sounds like he has had one too many rounds of this mysterious game, and naturally, you are intrigued.

“Where we drink!” Sykkuno clarifies. Right, well that explains everything! If you had any questions, you surely have none now.

“Okay, so, name a category, and you have to, like, say a word associated with it...Or something along those lines.” You hadn’t even agreed and Rae is explaining the rules already. She knows you too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse, “Can be anything! Okay, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n start!”

“Uhh--” If only your brain computed as fast as she spoke! “Song lyrics! Wait--who drinks?”

“You fail, you drink!” She hurries, “Choke me like you hate me but you love meeeeee. Syk, go, go go!”

“Uhm, ah, I don’t wanna feel like this, uh, fuck?” He laughs--it’s a raspy, embarrassed little sound, “I don’t...wanna look like this? Dream, now you!”

“Wait, we’re singing Corpse’s songs?”

“Any song!” You urge him quickly, “Hurry! Or drink!”

“She say I kill her cat like I'm Luka Magnotta--”

“Hey! That’s cheating! You can’t use my song!” Rae protest.

“That wasn’t in the rules!” He counters.

“Y/n! Time’s running out!” Sykkuno exclaims.

“Oh, uh, will-will the real Slim Shady please stand up!”

NOT EMINEM WHAT THE FUCK

MOOOM WHT THE HELL THIS ISNT 2008 T_T

“Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine--”

“All...All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better, uhh, run better run, faster...-faster than my gun?”

“Uhh, shit--fucking hell.” Dream laughs, and Rae practically screams at him to keep going, “Alright! Okay! I’m singing--uh, you’re so golden, na na na na?”

“I tell you what a woman loves most,” You chime gleefully, “it’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.”

finally, the mother mother representation we’ve all been waiting for

i aint exactly gay but i aint exactly not gay >:)

the bis won

“I steal a few breeeeaaaths from the woooorld for a minute--”

“Mitski?!” You question, eyes bulging, “Baby, who hurt you?”

Even if you can’t see her, you know she’s waving her arms around and shaking her head, “Not the point! Sykkuno!”

“Uh, I-I, uhm, I don’t--”

“Drinnnnk!” You all chorus. 

“It was a good concert,” You say, “Syk, I’ll drink with you.”

“Thank you, Y/n. That’s very kind of you.” He says softly, with a smile lining his lips. You grin.

“Oh, fine. Everyone, bottoms up!” Rae decides, and no one protest. A moment of silence passes, then, “Well, GG, GG, let’s do some tasks?”

Your enthusiastic Ariana Grande-esque “yuh” is cut short by the second meeting of game two being called. The first one to go had been Ash, voted out during a bathroom break as a joke, and you still feel a bit bad about that. Now, you notice Charlie has been eliminated. A sense of righteousness fills you--while you mourn for your brother from another mother and father and family tree, you feel like this is divine punishment for slandering you before the start of this round. Karma. Nothing much is discussed, and the meeting ends shortly with everyone skipping. 

You spend a good ten minutes wandering around with Dream, who’s mission appears to be convincing you to join his Minecraft server, and really, there was no need for him to try so hard. You failed to provide him with a concrete answer only because it would've been to humiliating to admit that you agreed instantly upon hearing the word Minecraft.

That’s when things get fucking weird. Another meeting is called whilst you’re in the middle of fixing lights, and once the board with the members appears you audibly gasp. There had been 8 living, breathing astronauts rushing around the map, and now only 4 remain. You, Corpse, James, and Alex. 

“What the fuck--what the fuck?!” You screech alarmed, noting Dream being among the perished crew, “I was just with Dream fixing the lights, I was just with him, what the fuck--”

“Okay, no one panic.” James says, “Let’s figure this out. Okay? Okay. Who else is close to Electrical?”

“I’m at Nav.” Quackity says.

“I’m at Cafeteria, but Y/n--” Corpse starts, “kinda weird that Dream died when you were with him?”

“I didn’t fucking kill him, I swear to God, Corpse, why are you accusing me?”

“Don’t be so defensive.” He says smoothly, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. We all have a reason to be sus, no? Considering you were right with him.”

“...It is suspicious.” James agrees, and a part of you dies inside. You understand their hesitance to trust you, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating!

“Guys, I didn’t kill him, I swear. He invited me to play Minecraft, I wouldn’t do that to him, not after that!”

Corpse merely hums, and it brings no comfort what’s so ever. The situation is spiraling, and not in your favor. Trying to salvage your chances at freedom, you try again, “Wh-James, James, you called the meeting, right?”

“Yeah, I found Rae’s body near Medical.”

“So I couldn’t have killed her and Dream at the same time!” You latch onto that piece of information, hoping it will save you.

“You could’ve vented.” Corpse points out, “Plus, there’s no telling how old the body is.”

“Killing five fucking people? It’s the work of one person, or else the game would have already ended. As it stands, I am no way sober enough to think all of this out.”

A brief silence hangs in the air; your lungs constrict from tension, from spilling words so hotly. You grasp your glass, as if for emphasis, and take a shy sip. It taste sweet, a bit too sweet for your liking. Must be your nerves. You drink again to wash the taste out of your mouth, which, surprisingly, doesn’t work. You whine a little, stomping your feet like a child about to throw a temper tantrum.

“...I believe her.” Quackity says. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Alex, thank youuuuuu!” You gush, batting your lashes as if he could somehow see you and that would somehow portray your innocence, “I knew I liked you for a reason!”

He mutes his mic, his spill of words lost to your ears, but chat helpfully informs that he’s screaming because you don’t hate him. 

y/n out here collecting men like pokemon cards

Now all that’s left is to convince the others. You start with the one you know will work, “Corpse,” You address him in your sweetest voice.

“Y/n,” James warns, “don’t you dare--”

“Baby, I didn’t kill anyone, I’m crew mate, you gotta believe me.”

“She's innocent.” Corpse declare, thoroughly convinced.

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking simp!” James laughs, “She’s obviously manipulating you!”

“No, no, she isn’t. She’s innocent, I agree with Quackity. Now, it’s either you or him.”

“Could be you for all we know!” Alex accuses.

“Guys, time’s running out.” You mutter fretfully, noting the seconds tick by from white to red. 

“I’m voting Alex.” Corpse says.

“What?! Fucking traitor! Fine, I’m voting for you.” Alex hisses.

“Ugh, hate agreeing with Quackity, but I’m also voting Corpse. Sorry, hon, nothing personal.” James says. The VOTED icons pop up beside their characters and you panic, pressing your mouse idly but it’s too late, there wasn’t enough time, and you cry as Corpse is thrown into lava. The chat spams F, and it feels like salt on a fresh wound.

In a second you’re back in Cafeteria, shell-shocked and trembling, and Quackity cusses because the Impostor is still among you. His frustration doesn’t last long as you watch in horror as Jams Chortles, beauty guru supreme, murders the only other crew mate in cold blood and all you can do is gape and let his cheerful laughter fill your ears. The screen bleeds red, informing of Impostor victory, the second one being Ash. Looks like you voted her off for the right reason, but little difference did it make.

“Corpse!” You yell past the cacophony of voices, all in varying forms of excitement or anger, beelining for his in-game figure, “Corpse, I’m so sorry, I panicked, I tried pressing the button but I wasn’t quick enough--”

“It’s alright, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He’s so calming, so gentle, you might burst into tears again. What did you do to deserve him? You wish he was with you so you could smother him in a hug. Alas, all you can do now is say “I kith you, mwah!” and rush to the other side of the lobby, as if to hide from such a bold display of affection, even if it was a joke (it wasn’t).

yall say corpse simps for y/n but the reality is y/n simps for corpse harder

queen stop its embarrassing

bhaddies can simp!! i wouldnt but its her choice <3

More deliberations, commentary, and short breaks. Once everyone has returned, the countdown starts. You’re still reeling from the chaos of emotions, the five stages of grief you experienced in 1 second upon Corpse’s unjust demise, that it takes you a moment, a single heartbeat to realize what you’re seeing on screen.

The letters IMPOSTOR hang above your astronaut, with Dream standing just behind you as your newly appointed partner in crime. And suddenly, all the sadness and the tenderness and sympathy vanish with a curt exhale. You slowly turn your head to the chat, muting the Discord call, your soft chuckle of disbelief turning into a full blown laugh.

it’s happening!!!! 

omg omg omg omg

VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC

You slap your palm over your lips, trying to contain your wicked smile, to tone down your broken giggles, “N-No, I can’t laugh yet,” shaking your head softly, you look into the camera, “they’re all going to die.”

pack it up light yagami

this has awoken something in me.

^ same

The crew mates go their own ways, rushing to do their tasks like the diligent little workers they are. How adorable. Their grim fate is still miles away from them. The shit you’ll pull will be for the history books. Much like your outfit, which you picked keeping in mind your newfound thirst for blood, you had devised your plan of action with care and consideration. You had been mulling it over all day, drawing on paper like the absolute madwoman you are; hell, you even made sticky notes on who to go for first and what to say. Sure, being moderately drunk hinders your memory slightly (an understatement of the century), but you got a feel for what you’re going to do. It’s nothing short of evil.

Dream and you don’t exchange words, you merely nod at him-- which he, of course, can’t see-- but your criminal bond enables telepathic communication. You can hear his thoughts, ones that strangely sound like drink drink, drink drink. And really, who are you to refuse such an enticing offer?! As he fucks off to stalk his victims, or play pretend, you take a sip. The cocktail is still sweet, but this time it’s not the icky sweet you had tasted prior. You glance at your sticky notes, ones the roaches can’t see, and nearly spill your drink for the second time today as you jerk.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, shoving your headphones off and spinning in your chair. You hastily stand up, wobble -- the world is pleasantly funny right about now -- and giggle. Stepping past the mountains of abandoned clothes and pillows and blankets and anime plushies, you maneuver your way to your bedside table and yank it open, nearly taking out the whole drawer with you. In the mess of old diaries and bad drawings, pencils, jewelry, and stickers, you fish out something you should not be wielding in your inebriated state.

It’s a knife.

In midst of teenage angst you had ordered it off of Amazon with your mom’s credit card, all the while whining that it’s not a phase, mom, and it’s what all of my cool kid friends with fried hair have, and don’t you want me to fit in, don’t you want your daughter to be happy?! You think it’s about that time, the time of too much uneven eyeliner and black eye shadow, that she took to calling you little raccoon. Trash rabbit was your personal favorite, but she used it sparingly. When you presented your Macy’s outfit, holding up a fucking butterfly knife, to your dad, asking if it was a look, he glanced up from some boring business magazine all boring business dads read and said, with a bright smile might you add, “It’s a something!”.

Oh, how it gleams in the lilac light. You used to do tricks with it, back in eight grade maybe, and--what the fuck? Why did you parents allow you to buy it in the first place? Well, because you’re the only child, the only one important, of course they got it for you and clapped enthusiastically at your performances, because why wouldn’t they? The whining they’d face otherwise would’ve been harder to endure than a whole dance number to Panic! At The Disco’s greatest hits. Broadway looked so fucking shabby in comparison. Your mom said so, so it must be true.

Stumbling back to your extremely confused viewers, you take your seat, feeling a bit more grounded now that you’re not standing on your platform shoes anymore. Putting on your headphones, you grin at the chat that starts swimming, and not from too much drinking either. You do a quick flick of your wrist, one that thankfully doesn’t end in injury, and the sharp tip of the exposed knife points upwards, glimmering. It’s a rainbow colored one, because one, it’s pretty, and two, you weren’t hardcore enough for the jet-black or straight up military ones the other emo kids had. Cute and dangerous, just like you.

So you just sit there, holding it up, looking somewhat sly as the roaches capture this momentous moment with screen-caps. Someone definitely clipped you trudging past the obstacle course to obtain a weapon of mass destruction. You must be already trending on Twitter, though you can’t exactly log on and confirm your suspicions. You just feel like you might be, like you should be, because your audience wouldn’t let this slide. Thankfully, your friends don’t have time to check social media, or you’d be outed in an instant.

“Y/n?” Your roommates voice booms from your headphones, and you perk up with a stupid realization that you completely forgot about Among Us. Stuck at the start, at the lobby where Dream had left you, you see her astronaut waddling to you, “What are you doing here? Wait--Have you not moved from the beginning?” She can barely finish the sentence without giggling. 

You grin, “I was looking for something.”

Your voice is soft, too calm for your usual frantic spill. You gently set the knife down, hand coming to rest on your mouse, fingers idly, slowly, bouncing on the buttons.

“...What were you looking for?” She’s none the wiser, the numerous drinks consumed tonight numbing her sharp mind. She would have noticed. Your eerie composure would’ve given it away in a heartbeat, or at least hinted at something being objectively wrong. But she sounds curious. Poor girl, hasn’t she heard? Curiosity killed the cat.

“A knife.”

“A knife?!” There’s something about her tone that implies a mental clicking, the puzzle pieces falling together, “You have a knife?!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

You think it would only be appropriate that the random sequence of killing animations renders the backstabbing one. You grin, biting your lower lip with a quiet snicker.

i love women

if evil bad...why seggy?

You take your time leaving her there -- in true serial-killer-to-be fashion, you stick around for a bit longer, admiring your handiwork, or more like the chat singing your praises. You joined today with the intent of making an interesting stream. You have no doubt in your mind that now it will be legendary.

You move down the hallway, and you let your imagination wander: you can almost feel the stuffy air of your helmet, can almost hear your loud footsteps echoing in all this hush, can almost see your reflection in the spotless tile floor. It’s not long before your second victim makes an appearance, running circles in Cafeteria. You hear his voice first before you see him, recognizing Alex by his unhinged screech of “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!” 

“And what’s got you so excited?” How cool and collected you are, gosh, you barely contain the quiver of excitement that threatens to slip out. 

“Y/n!” He exclaims, rushing to your side like a lost puppy--he’s really making this easy for you, he’s not even trying, “You just missed--Oh my fucking God, you just missed James, he-he called me tall, he called me fucking tall! Let’s go, let’s gooooo!”

“Well, you are tall, aren’t you?” You chime sweetly, almost as sweet as the drink that lingers on the tip of your tongue, “Real 6′3 energy, no?”

“Yes, yes, exactly! You get it, you fucking get it--” Once again, his mic goes mute, and you glance at the chat for help.

hard to transcribe what hes saying but hes taking shots and yelling that he loves you good job mom

hey, queen! girl, you have done it again, constantly raising the bar for us all and doing it flawlessly

mom plz dont kill alex hes too cute hes all uwu rn

Oh, how you’re about to break his poor little heart. If you had any good left in you, you’d spare him. You don’t, and you’re not taking requests at the moment, so all you do is smile at your chat and they know. They just do. Hive-mind shit, you’re all two-faced little fuckers.

You giggle, and it sounds a tad fake, “You’re so weird, Alex,” You start, and he’s back in the call, a sound of confusion echoing in your ears, “but I get it, you know. You’re weird. You’re a weirdo. You don’t fit it, and you don’t want to fit in. I mean, really, has anyone even seen you without your stupid hat?”

“...Do--” He sputters, bellowing a laugh, “Do you have that whole fucking monologue memorized?!”

“Is it because you’re bald?”

“I’m not fucking bald!” His giddiness is quickly replaced by anger.

You hum, pretend to think, lastly barking a “Liar.” before you kill him. His scream is cut off, leaving only deafening silence at it’s wake. Unlike with Rae, you don’t stick around. You didn’t appreciate how little he enjoyed your recital.

You run into James near Navigation, most likely on his way to Cafeteria. He ends his song mid-note, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Finally! Someone! I’ve been looking all over, where the hell is everyone?” You question, blocking his way, lest he accidentally stumbles onto the crime scene and easily pins it on you. You’re not done yet.

“Honestly? No clue. I’m searching for them myself, like, everyone’s scattered. I hope no one died.”

You smile. You tried not to, but you can’t contain it, “Me, too.” You echo the sentiment, urging him to join you, and he does. Too trusting. Everyone in this game is too fucking trusting. You lead him back to Nav, feigning that you have a task here. As you pretend to move the spaceship, you can’t help but ask, “Hey, James?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

A beat of silence passes, “Oh no, fuck that, I don’t like this at all.” He states, about to spin on his heel and bolt like he should do, but you’re quicker-- killer instincts and all-- and he’s dead before he makes it out the doorway.

“See, after your No More Lies video, I figured you’d only tell the truth.” Yes, this is the part of the anime where the villain monologues, only the hero in this case is an astronaut cut in half, and not exactly alive to listen to you. You hope James’ ghost sticks around, “Case in point, why the fuck did you tell Quackity he’s tall?” You eye the chat, which’s mostly spamming W and comparing you to Ryo from Devilman Crybaby. “Such a shame...” You murmur, pressing the REPORT button.

“What?! How are so many people dead?!” Ash gasps, her kind voice tinted with fear and confusion. Your three kills, like military stars on an uniform of a distinguished officer, are displayed on the board. Dream appears to be slacking, having yet to take a life.

“Someone’s been real fucking busy.” Charlie observes. It’s true, you have been.

“I found James in Nav, but holy shit--” You begin, exasperated, “--what the fuck, guys, how did we miss this shit? Where is everyone?”

“I’m at Electrical.” Corpse voices.

“And I’m with Corpse.” One sentence is all it takes to figure out your next target: Bretman. Revenge for being killed first in the first goddamn round, and for spending so much time with your boyfriend.

Eep!!! Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend!!! The word even makes you forget your thirst for blood, that’s how whipped you are. Sadly, it’s time to return to reality, to this grave situation.

“And what have the two of you been conspiring?” You keep your tone level, but that alone is enough to set everyone off. The unease you had planted within them before the game started is starting to bloom. However, if they suspect you, they don’t speak up, not yet.

“Fishnets, mostly.” Corpse says.

only partly a lie he was mostly talking abt u queen <3

corpse simping for y/n is the sweetest thing ever

the times corpse used y/ns name when talking abt y/n: 1. the times he used baby or my baby: infinite

“I’m wearing them right nyoooow.” Bretman drawls.

You hum, “What a coincidence. I am, too.”

“Wait--For real?” That seems to catch Corpse’s attention, because of course it does, you picked them with him in mind, after all.

“No peeping.” You tsk, obviously referring to his tendency to hop onto your stream unprompted. Whether he actually listens to your demands is beyond you, “Peeping means cheating.”

“For the love of fuck all, can we get back to the three dead bodies, please? Because I’m about to have a second coming of Christ moment and taste my consumed, digested beer for the second time.” Charlie interjects.

“I mean, anyone have any ideas who’d do this?” Dream takes hold of the conversation. Quiet, disappointed nos greet him. They have nothing to go on, no clues, not even a subliminal message. With everyone scattered, there is no way of locating the actual bodies and drawing a long red trail leading back to you. 

You’re too good at lying, and Dream is too good of a publicist. People tend to trust his judgement, which is his main asset (besides his calm demeanor of course). When the Among Us gods chose you as Impostor, they made sure you had every advantage. 

“Who-Who do you think it is, Dream?” Ash questions, “I trust you. I do. Just know that.”

“No fucking clue.”

“Y/n?” She tries again.

“Same. I’m a bit worried, though.”

“Let’s, uhhh, let’s skip?” Sykkuno offers. The consensus is to start voting at six. Your new mission is to make sure you dwindle the numbers down drastically before that can happen. You have no qualms about sacrificing Dream in order to meet your goals, either. Absolutely cold blooded.

Back at Cafeteria, there are words exchanged about Quackity’s body just laying there, forgotten. Blame is shifted: how come we didn’t notice sooner? Where’s Rae? And you mindlessly go along with their mourning, not really paying attention. Dream leaves with Charlie and Sykkuno, Corpse requests you stay with him and you sprout fake apologies. Not his time yet. Us girls need to stick together!, you sing, following after Ashley and getting further and further away from him, going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of the spaceship.

You find yourself in Security with her, her cute astronaut pressed to the cameras, watching the live feed, “Let’s lurk here, okay? Maybe we’ll see something.” If only she saw who was standing behind her. 

“Who do you think is the Impostor?” You ask, standing in the doorway, “Or, more like, who are the Impostors?”

“Honestly?” She ends her word with a little sigh, “I think it might be Corpse and Bretman. I haven’t seen them at all this game.”

You smile, raising your brows, tilting your heard, and you sound so kind, like a dear old friend about to deliver a tender message, “...Have you seen me?”

“SHIT!”

Too late. In one smooth motion she joins the afterlife. You cut the lights, venting mindlessly till you spot Corpse and Bretman panicking in Weapons. Your existence is still a mystery to them.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck--” Corpse mumbles, “Bretman, don’t you dare fucking kill me right now.”

“I’m not Impostor!”

“Okay, I’ll drink to that.”

They rush out of Weapons, most likely on their way to Electrical, and you trail after them like the Grim Reaper itself, biding your time till you can deliver the killing blow.

“Corpse?!” You call out, mild panic ringing in your voice, “Is that you?”

“Shit, Y/n? Where are you?” He questions. Crew vision is so sad, so small, how can he not see you standing almost right next to him? “Where’s Ash?”

“I dunno,” You say, “when the lights went out I ran. Please don’t kill me.”

“I’d never do that, baby.”

Too easy. They’re all too fucking easy. You bite your lower lip, trying to stop the laugh bubbling in your chest, to stop the lightheaded dizziness that overcomes you with a rush of excitement. 

“Thanks, pretty boy.” You mutter, and it sounds a bit lower than you intended, a bit darker, something sinister lurking underneath cotton candy words. It instantly clicks in Bretman and he makes a noise, something like a whine, and you see him backing away, “I know I can always trust you.” 

Whether Corpse notices the odd shift in tone, he doesn’t show it, “I like it when you call me that.” Is all he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, the appreciation. The trek to Electrical is all but forgotten. You slowly make your way to Bretman, “Where are you? Come here.”

“Just a minute,” You say cheerily, “I just need to kill Bret first.”

“Holy shit.”

“N-” Your victim’s sentence is cut off in a second, and you can’t contain your manic cackle this time, because the screen bleeds red, the words VICTORY splattered on it, depicting yours and Dream’s sneaky astronauts. You’re still laughing as the voices of your fallen friends ring in your ears.

“Y/n, what the fuck, you’re an actual monster.” Dream says, but there’s no actual weight behind his words, each syllable punctured with a laugh.

“I knew the second she asked me about my favorite scary movie that I’d get the chop.” James states.

“Wait, Y/n, did you kill everyone?” Corpse questions.

“She fucking did!” Dream answers for you, “I got Charlie and Sykkuno, and barely at that. What the fuck.”

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this.” You admit, giggling, raising you glass, “I toast to you, Dream. My perfect partner in crime.”

“I didn’t really do shit, but cheers.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh, “Y/n, Y/n, you don’t actually think I’m weird, right? Right?”

“No, she does.” James chimes.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO TO YOU, DUDE?!”

More commotion, more noise, and you just sit there, buzzed, snickering, reading the chat as the rest agree to play another round. You thank the people who donated that you had accidentally missed among the, you know, murder, reply to a few questions, bow dramatically to the many praises and invisible flowers you receive for such beautiful assassin work. When you look back at the screen, you throw your head back with a maniacal laugh.

Impostor again, only this time it’s with Charlie. Family bonds are often restored when united under a common goal. You’re so happy. So happy. You weren’t done terrorizing your friends yet.

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

[casuallivi]

Az likes Elain. I know it, you know it, your mama knows it... he likes her bestie, he does.

This whole insanity is so funny to me, because if the situation was reversed and Az spent pages describing how he had it bad for Gwyn. How he couldn’t sleep thinking about Gwyn, staring at the gift Gwyn gave him, DESCRIBED GWYN AS THE SUN AT DAWN (my knees went weak right here, I was sold), placed a especial necklace around Gwyn’s neck, taking advantage of the opportunity to stroke Gwyn’s neck with devotion, thinking about biting Gwyn’s lip,  thinking about licking Gwyn’s whole body and imagining having HER COMING ON HIS TONGUE (excuse me sir, this hot for what?). And them Az and Gwyn are prevented from kissing because of external conflict (the only thing that could possibly stop them since – gasp – they like each other!!!!!!!) So she gives the necklace back.

Then Az turns around and delivered said necklace, THAT HE STILL CALLS GWYN’S NECKLACE by the way, to Clotho, for her to give to Elain (he does not even give it to Elain himself that motherf-), telling Clotho that if she doesn’t give it to Elain is okay, she can give it to ANOTHER PRIESTESS HERE WHO MIGHT APRECIATE IT (POV quote that everyone conveniently ignores) because he doesn’t want it. And leave saying that he somehow he could see how Elain’s brown eyes might light upon seeing the necklace, and how would bury the image down deep where it would glow quietly… 

My Elriel heart would be like:

Bitch, You are the one I’m going to bury coming near Elain with that mentality

I would be like HELL NAH! Get away from Elain RIGHT NOW!!!! You were just daydreaming about another girl’s pussy, GET OUT!

But no, people are writing dissertations about HOW IS CANON it is that Az is in love with Gwyn. The same people that look for hints in A BRACELET COLOR and in how he was proud when the girls completed the course (Of course he is proud goddamn it, if he wasn’t proud of her progress he wouldn’t be Az, that man is gentleman, put some respect into his name) are the people that IGNORE Az own words!!!!!

Jesus F Christ.

It isn’t rocket science. The male himself told you EXPLICITLY how much he wants Elain (explicitly enough to have some of yall blushing and calling him names because his dick was hard). Azriel literatly told you who he likes and you still pretend that he didn’t...  Guess I’m the one who doesn’t understand how a POV works....  

Jesus F Christ. Everyday people are questing my man’s feelings as if he isn’t 500+ years old.

Again, You can ship whoever you want....

BUT 

👏🏽STOP👏🏽 PRETENDING👏🏽 THAT👏🏽 AZRIEL👏🏽DOESN’T👏🏽 HAS👏🏽 IT👏🏽 BAD 👏🏽FOR👏🏽 ELAIN👏🏽 

B-A-D.

You can acknowledge that Azriel likes Elain  and still ship what you like. 

Cheers.