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undead-merman · 3 years

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Heyo! I loved your headcanons for the brothers and Simeon as sirens, they were a truly *chef kiss*. Can we also have siren Barbatos and Diavolo? Yandere too and sfw, please!

Thanks in advance!

I'm always down to write Aquatic monsters.

🧜‍♂️Siren Diavolo and Barbatos🧜‍♂️ as a yanderes GN- reader SFW

Diavolo

Appearance

Diavolo is much, much larger than other sirens. While sirens grow to be about a foot or two bigger than humans, Diavolo is massive, fifteen feet long and with tons of bulk and muscle to match his massive size. He looks more similar in size to a giant than a siren.

Despite his size he is dazzling in the sun. When his crimson hair catches beams of light he looks divine, almost like a holy glow surrounds him as he rests on the rocks. His tail is the same stunning red as the blood red sunset and has a bright pearlescent. His scales are just as reflective and polished as a bright red sports car. His skin is deeply kissed by the sun, making his skin look smooth and shiny. His nightshade red fins are long and butterfly shaped; they trail slightly behind him like silk.

He wears all kinds of jewels and golds, all of them perfectly fit around his skull and fins. They drift perfectly around his large frame and glimmer even in the smallest amount of light.

Diavolo is the only siren able to keep his glamor up even if he’s excited, in the water, or even angry. He has full control over it and only shifts to it when he’s actively trying to strike fear into something or someone. His true form is like that of sea monsters in folktales, monstrous in size and able to take a ship down into the dark depths of the open ocean, to swallow whole crews, and create winds and storms as he lets out a devilish scream which can be heard for hundreds of miles around.

Royalty amongst Loners and Sunken Hideaway

Despite their lone lifestyles, only really enjoying the company of their mates, most Sirens look to Diavolo as more of a god than any type of king or prince despite having the title of prince. They worship his power and bow down to his whims and needs. They bring him tributes in the form of small treasures and Diavolo returns these gifts with blessings of more intoxicating songs, stronger wills, his watchful eye and protection, or just overall greater strength. Diavolo seems to freely give these boons no matter how small the gift.

Since he’s a well known and well visited siren, he’s built his home in the sunken ruins of a castle in a city whose culture and history has died long ago. It’s well taken care of by servants who have pledged their lives to Prince Diavolo and are surprisingly pleasant and tolerable with one another. They equate this to Diavolo’s power and grace but only those who are truly loyal to Diavolo stay here.

His voice can bring either madness or blessings and can be the most beautiful thing your ears could ever hope to hear or one so evil, devious, and grotesque you’re driven into a hypnotic bloodlust to those with even the strongest wills. His lullabies sound so melancholic.

He hides away in a large garden which has its own open air biosphere bathed in light by a glass ceiling which has yet to crack yet bathes the whole garden in a beautiful light. A single golden curly willow grows in the center with dozens of flowers growing around it. Here the air is surprisingly fresh and floats on the surface never touching the water around it like it’s a time capsule. He’ll lounge here to clear his head watching the butterflies that have grown here, alone and have never seen the outside.

Spending time with you

You and only you heard his song and wept. The feelings of his loneliness tugged at your heart instead of your head being filled with euphoric thoughts of power and blessings or instantly pounding through your skull until you screamed. You truly heard his song, understood the lyrics behind them and felt the way he did when he sang them. When he saw your face littered with tears and face hot with sympathy for him he felt his whole body go numb. You were something special, someone truly remarkable. He needed to know more about you.

And so started a passion in his heart to learn everything about you, your traditions, your light quirks, your hobbies and everything he could possibly learn. It sent him down a rabbit hole of studying humans that he refused to climb out of and gladly let swallow him if it just allowed him to get closer to you and understand you better.

He doesn’t mind what form you see him in, as long as he can see you he’s thrilled and happy. He’ll approach you like a dog, his tail swishing excitedly as he asks you questions he formed in his head from the day. He has to be careful in his true form otherwise he can cause a lot of damage to the nearby area and draw too much attention to you two.

He loves to pick you up and hold you, be in his true form or not and travel with you on his back, or when his true form shows in his hands or on his head as he intentionally kicks up some water to playfully mist you. Moments like these make him forget he was ever even alone to begin with.

If you ever wanted to see some kind of sea creature or visit some island he’s happy to oblige bringing the creature over with his divine rule over the ocean or happily just takes you there one day while making you cover your eyes to surprise you. The look on your face makes his heart swell so much he almost feels like it will jump out of his mouth if he’s not careful.

Dark Tendencies

Diavolo isn’t against using others to get what he wants, he'll ruin everything for anyone or anything to get what he wants. He’ll destroy small islands and wipe out ports so nothing can distract you from dates he takes you on.

If he feels like you aren’t close enough to him or are drifting away from him, for some reason or another, he’s simply going to just pluck you away from your old life so you don’t have any excuse to be away from him anymore. You're his now, you don’t have to worry about that silly stuff anymore, both of you can be together now. Why not just get married now? It would be much easier. Siren’s don’t marry, they just pick a mate but he’s willing to put the frills on it for you and your human ways. He finds it cute!

He doesn’t ever connect the dots if you struggle against him or plead for him to let you go, he’s wrapped up in his own delusions of you being a happy little couple that he’ll blame some outside force. If you go along with him he’ll remain peaceful and sweet.

He absolutely hates it when other sirens see you and while he’s not outwardly violent to them he is quite hostile. Grinding his teeth and asking them to look away from you while his tail twitches with the intent to lash out.

He gave you your own little haven to decorate, he gave you the garden all for your own. He even made sure to promise to give you your own space and privacy here, just as long as you come to his call. Don’t worry though, only you, him, and Barbatos know of this place, and you can’t run from him here!

Misc stuff

His scales shed infrequently since he doesn’t get into fights with other sirens since all of them know better. His scales are radiating with his power and are well known to bring massive good luck to all those Diavolo gives them to. He’s always giving you things made from his scales and he’s so thrilled to see you in them. He likes adding them to a circlet crown he had made custom just for you so you can match him. He plans on matching you to him with every little piece of jewelry, even down to matching rings.

He requires you to sleep with him. He can sleep out of the water perfectly fine and just pulls you into a lavish den he made for the two of you. It’s somehow unbelievably cozy sleeping with him. His body is warm and everything he set up is the best out there. He just holds you in his warm arms and nods off with you.

He’s quite a picky eater. He refuses to eat anything he doesn’t like and will only eat it if you so happen to beg him to, but only if you're insistent, otherwise he’s already slowly drifting away from it.

Barbatos

Appearance

For a siren he’s smaller than most. He’s quite slender and not much muscle to him, but despite his size, his appearance is perfect in every way, not a hair out of position, not a scale that isn’t out of polished or asymmetric, and his skin without a blemish or scar to be found. He takes a huge amount of time to groom himself perfectly.

His scales more resemble sea snakes, even having black stripes like them, though his tail is a solid dark seafoam green. He’s not especially radiant compared to others, but he doesn’t mind at all, he prefers to melt into the background more.

His tailfin is wide though, having a lyretail shape with black stripes going across it. It’s the same dark color as his scales and he has only two side fins but they look like long ribbons stretching from his hips to about halfway down his tail.

His glamor when melted away leaves behind an even darker looking creature. He looks like a stormy sea and is covered in nasty sharp thorns that don’t just stop at his elbows but lead down to his hips and thin yet long and sharp claws and stark black webbing in between without a tear or hole.

Serving Another

Serving the Royal Family was an honor his family was born with for generations and one he realizes the importance to. Diavolo is powerful enough to sink ships and cities and he provided some of that power and grace onto him rewarding him and his ancestors before him for loyalty, slowly turning Barbatos’s family into nearly just as powerful creatures as him.

He enjoys watching the whims of a child like god try to make sense of a kingdom, it's good fun to see him enjoying his life he is able to live vicariously through his high energy.

He puts his all into everything he does, he hates wasted efforts so he does everything he can into what he does but it gets tiring. Sometimes when trying to sleep, he finds himself unable. He’s always had poor sleep but he’s dealt with it for so long now that it's normal for him now. He starts his morning eating a small slice of kelp known for reducing head pain, all while preparing for the morning.

Spending time with you

If Diavolo took an interest in a human then you certainly had to be interesting. Well when he met you and saw you drinking tea with a huge Diavolo stretched around the floating garden. He just knew you were a human with a soul like no other.

He often brings you your favorite beverages and chats with you, simply at first to get to know you but he found you captivating, each word you spoke he held onto like it was the last he would ever hear and it was gospel. He smiles as you recall old memories, describing how you ended up here. The way you phrased things was unlike anything he had ever heard.

He’s taken the time to find old waterlogged books that were left abandoned in the old library and help restore them for you to read. Inside you find wondrous and fantastical stories of this old kingdom all of them enthralling, and as you read he’s happy to bring you a beverage once more and enjoy your company even if it’s in silence.

Once he’s grown closer with you he often finds himself giving you lingering touches as he pats your shoulder for your attention or grazes his hand on yours when delivering food to you. He even says the most romantic and poetic things to you without even noticing. He falls in love slowly but deeply and almost innocently. He just treasures your time and you as a person, never judging or doubting you.

There was a day when he had pulled you into a parting hug, wishing you a goodnight as Diavolo would return you to the surface but he had simply fallen asleep in your arms. Even Diavolo was shocked as he had never done anything close to something like this. It turns out Barbatos is at the most ease when he’s with you. All of his sleepless nights had just suddenly caught up with him.

Dark Tendencies

His love quickly shifts one day when he see your finger pricked by a stray thorn from a wild flower and as he wiped up the blood with a handkerchief and sees those butterflies fluttering around the wound to drink the blood he realised just how fragile you really were and how nature and life take advantage of that as soon as it could. He couldn’t take losing you. So one day he calls you and just takes you. You think it's just another visit with Baratos fetching you but he takes you to a deep and dark underground cave. Soft phosphorus moss grows all over in cushioned patches and with every step it glows brighter under your feet.

He explains it all to you, openly and honestly but no matter how you plead or try to reason with you, he believes you need to be down here forever. Away from the outside world that would care so little for the death of you and move on like nothing were to happen. He wanted you safe, around and immortalized; he'll never forget you.

He provides you with an array of pleasantries that would have no chance of harming you. He’s damn near baby proofed the small cave but he ensures it's as comfortable as it can be, bringing you three meals a day, all of your favorite drinks and snacks even if you fight him or give him the silent treatment he’s never neglectful of your needs. He believes one day you’ll come to see how much he did for you and understand he just wants you safe.

Misc stuff

He’s a clean freak and refuses to let you sleep on dirt or muck, he’ll thoroughly wash the moss through and treat it so it feels like you're walking on clouds without feeling any slime, having bugs, or being dirty. It's so well taken care of that they look fake.

He hates crabs. He hates those distasteful bottom feeders, their disgusting pinchers and empty eyes. He’s sure to keep them as far away as he can, if startled by one he slams it with his tail with enough force to turn it into little pieces and he’s still frightened by them despite the power difference.

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me monster headcanons #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #yandere diavolo #yandere barbatos

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oh-theatre · 4 years

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A/N: I started this awhile back and decided to finish it now, its bad and I have ABSOLUTELY no idea why I wrote it but uhh here and im so so sorry

summary: Roman looks for Patton on a quiet evening, a delighted smell guides his journey

pairings: Royality

warnings: none except some light angst

“Logan have you seen Patton?” Roman inquires peeking into the logicals sides study. He looks up from his book thinking if only for a moment, a sinking feeling as he shakes his head. “Rats!” Roman snaps his fingers. “Thanks anyway” He closes the door carefully, minimizing the creaking it causes.

“Hey Ro, whatcha doing?” Virgil asks from behind scaring the prince. Roman turns, glaring slightly at Virgil. “Sorry, what's got you so jumpy?”

“Im looking for Patton, have you seen him?” Roman tries his luck, if anyone knew where he was Virgil was his best bet.

“Mmm, he just checked in with everyone before bed...I think Remus was the last to see him” Virgil shrugs, cocking his head towards Romans lesser half. “Why? Whats up?” Roman sighs, fiddling with his sash, Virgil inches closer examining him. “Rooooooman” He stretches, prying his way through the defenses.

“I just need to talk to him ok?” Roman blurts, Virgil snickers patting him on the back as he walks away, presumably towards his room. “Ok, Remus...remus” Roman mumbles, hesitantly strolling down the hall towards his brothers room. Feeling less than confident he knock, the door swinging open a moment later.

“Haven't seen him, Dee might know” Remus yawns, Roman sighs, not an uncommon occurrence. When they try, they can keep their thoughts separate, when they don't care it melds into one. “Night” He shuts the door promptly, giving Roman no other option. Luckily, the mysterious side emerges from his room, giving Roman the perfect opportunity to inquire about the whereabouts of the moral side.

“Good evening Roman” Deceit greets, Roman smiles with his teeth, Deceit groans. “What do you need?” He offers

“Would you happen to know where Patton is?” He asks for what seems like the millionth time. Deceit nods, and finally Romans quest leads to something.

“He checked in on everyone, and when I asked him where he was going he told me-” Deceit coughs “I'm going to be in the imagination for a little bit if you need me” Deceit mimics in perfect tune, had Romans eyes been closed he would've thought it was Patton.

“Aha! Finally! Thank you! You are officially my favorite!” Roman exclaims, rushing a smushed kiss on Deceits cheek, striding away without a second thought. Deceit rolls his eyes, using his glove to wipe away the remains.

“And suddenly, I miss being hated” Deceit states, obviously joking but maybe not.

Roman reaches the end of the hall, standing triumphantly in front of the entrance to what they label the ‘Imagination’. Roman has to wonder what Patton is doing. He looks to his left, a star studded door with his own name plastered across. The sides had agreed to put the twins next to the land of wonderment, seeing as they would use it the most. Patton and Virgil were next and then Logan and Deceit, who doesn't seem to need it as much.

Opening the door could be easy or very hard, depending on whos on the other side and what they were doing. For example, when Roman and Remus use the space for training or storytelling they tend to keep it shut to protect the others from danger. Surprisingly, Roman found it quite easy to pry open. Thankfully, ruling out any danger the moral side might be experiencing. However, that thought left his mind quickly as something else wafted through.

A heavily intoxicating smell, dripping with ambrosial sweetness, blessed Romans nostrils. You know those cartoons where the character will smell something and float to it, absolutely head over heels for the source? That's how Roman felt and he isn't even past the door. Taking another step he notices how different it looked, instead of a vast field of trees and mysterious towers, it was enclosed. A cozy atmosphere, warmth and comfort engulfing Roman as he walked further into the room. The wooden floors, padded with hazel walls, lined with shelves on shelves of candy.

“Hello?” Roman calls out, grasping to whatever realism he had left. The candies were labeled, each container filled perfectly to the top. Some knocking and tripping around turned Romans attention. “Patton?” He hopes. After a moment, the moral side appears, his goofy trademarked smile plastered on his face. Roman first notices the container he holds in his hand, then slowly everything else. The apron full of stains and marks clearly sprouting from his candy fun, his hair is practically three different colors, and his glasses aren't even covering his eyes.

“Ro!” He identifies, readjusting a container before making his way to Roman. “What's up buttercup?” He asks, Roman fixes his crooked glasses. “Thanks” He grins.

“What is all of this?” Roman marvels, his eyes landing on a container labeled caramel.

“Candy!” Patton states quite obviously, Roman turns to him raising an eyebrow. “You knew that...got it” He claps his hands together, flour (Presumably, could be a plethora of candy making ingredients) puffs into the air. “Would you like a tour?” He offers, his sweet smile.

“Oh one hundred percent!” Roman agrees, Patton squeals taking the creative’s side hand, the chalky warmth grounding Roman. They begin walking around, starting at the front, Patton leads him through the kitchen. Multiple stations are set up, representing all the different kinds of sweet treats. Before they continue, Roman tugs slightly at Patton stopping in his tracks. “But...why? Pat...what is all this for?” He questions, hoping he doesn't sound negative.

“It's fun! And not to toot my horn, but I’m good at it!” Patton compliments, rare for the moral side. Roman looks at what used to be a battlefield of adventure “Oh! I promise Ill clean up, I know you and Remus have a fun adventure tomorrow. Logan wants to browse the library soon, and Virgil wants to try his hand at a haunted house and Dee-” Roman, struggling to keep up, stops him.

“Pat, take a breather” Roman suggests, Patton smiles apologetically. “Do you have all of our schedules memorized?” Roman checks, Patton nods quickly. The sweet smell, turning grim as it hits Roman. “And you take care of the mind palace, and our rooms, and the food and oh my god…” He trails off, growing increasingly guilty. Patton frowns, following Romans own sad expression. “You don't have time during the day, so you do it at night...when do you sleep?” Roman waits, fearing the answer.

“No no! Don't worry, I only do this every once and awhile” Patton assures, he snaps, the scene shifts. Roman and Patton sit across from one another, the space is more open but Roman can see the factory and storage in the back. “Would you like to try some candy?” Roman nods unsure, the room is bustling but there's no one there. It's just the two of them. “I added some soft noise in the back so it would feel a little less...creepy” He admits “Alone, in a factory, at night-

“Horror movie recipe” They recite in unison, laughing it off after. Patton smiles, inducing more to appear. A cart with multiple plates all labeled with candy atop appear, candles and three different beverages take their place on the table.

“Bon appetit!” Patton places two plates in front of them, Roman practically bouncing out of his chair takes a bite, slowly the evening continues until the pair find themselves huddled around the fire, blankets and fresh hot cocoa.

“This was...really nice” Roman compliments, licking the marshmallow mustache away. “You're a pretty good chef Pat” Patton looks away, hoping the amber sparks from the fire cover his ever growing blush.

“I like to bake when Im sad” Patton admits, stirring away the adorable cat mallow he created.

“But you're always baking” Roman notes, a solemn look as he watches the reflection of fire ablaze in Patton's glasses.

“I just like to bake, not just when I'm sad...I promise!” Patton assures, Roman nods a soft sigh. He moves himself closer, connecting their blankets. “Ro?”

“Do something for me?” Roman hopes, Patton hums sweetly. “Come to me? Instead of disappearing, come find me ok?” Patton yawns allowing Roman to meet his hand. “Promise? We can bake together” Roman jokes, a proposition Pattons not opposed to. “Everything's better with a partner”

“A partner…” Patton marvels, he leans his head on Romans shoulder nodding as his eyes blink their way into the dark. “I promise” He finalizes, Roman smirks relieved, cuddling closer to the moral side. His arm wraps around Patton, a soft kiss on his forehead. “I...promise” As Roman fiddles with Patton's careful fingers in his own he thinks to himself, a satisfactory ending to the perfect night.

#ITS SO BAD LMAO #sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #royality #writing #romance #my writing #ao3 #archive of our own #fluff #cute #youtube

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lonelypond · 4 years

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Can’t Get Started, Chapter 6

NicoMaki, Love Live, 4.4K, 6/6

Summary: After jail and the worst bachelorette party ever, Maki is sick. And in a mood. How will this affect her almost a relationship with Nico?

CHAPTER SIX

Maki felt pale. She’d been standing next to Rin, trying not to fidget with the ring, and focus on what the officiant was saying so she didn’t miss her cue. Between that and forcing herself not to keep glancing where Nico was sitting next to the newly introduced, very loud, very intrusive Nozomi, Maki had managed to get through the ceremony and smile when Rin and Hanayo had just gleamed at other when they were pronounced wife and wife.

But now she was actually feeliing ill, clammy, and...Hanayo had also started looking paler than usual. Maybe it was just the hangover, or maybe they both had nerves. Maki still had a speech to give, now that they were at the reception. Yes, it was going to be short and Maki had written it down and rehearsed in advance, but she still had to stand up, in front of half of Chicago, with Rin giggling at her, and say the words. Maki started to sway and grabbed the bathroom sink for support. It was a nice sink, very gleaming, and Maki could see her face reflected, which was a mistake because she looked like…

“Maki?” The door opened and Nico sounded concerned.

Not now, not Nico, this was not good. “Go away, I’ll be just a minute.” Maki croaked.

“You sound terrible. And you kept getting paler and paler.”

Then Nico was there, her hand on Maki’s arm, spinning the Maki to face her. It was the spinning that did it, Maki decided, the world had been almost swaying, and now it was actually swaying and if she didn’t do something she was going to throw up on Yazawa Nico’s super stylish designer dress.

And then she did.

Of the bathrooms, Maki had met Nico in this was probably the second best. Maki liked the cozy sofas and the warm colors. It was surely comforting Nico as Maki threw up, her head throbbing in a way that didn’t spell hangover. No, fever, chills, hours after exposure...this was more like food poisoning. Maki had a sudden vision of poultry wandering across the stage at the Blue Zoo and someone’s pet turtle backstage and groaned. Why hadn’t she thrown up on Hanayo’s dress. Why wasn’t Hanayo or Kotori right here with her?

“Maki?” Nico knocked on the closed door.

“”Sokay. I’m almost out of things to lose.”

Nico laughed, but it was a careful, quiet laugh, “It’s good to keep your sense of humor.”

Maki groaned again. Stomach cramps. “I think it’s food poisoning.”

“Oh.” Nico said, and Maki could hear her pull out her phone. “Do you need water or ginger tea or…?”

Maki shook her head. Nothing else was going in her stomach for at least the rest of the day.

“Maki?”

“No, I’m…” pause for retching noise, “okay.”

Nico sighed, “Do I call us an ambulance or a cab?”

The main bathroom door opened and there was another voice, “Maki, are you in here? Rin’s looking for you and someone said you looked ill.”

“Mama?”

Yazawa Nico turned. Maki had pointed out her parents when they’d arrived but there hadn’t been any time for a real introduction. Maki’s mother didn’t look old enough to be Maki’s mother, not that Nico would be gross and cliche about complimenting her by saying that. Nico was familiar enough with concerned mothers to go right to facts.

“Hi, I’m Yazawa Nico. Maki thinks she has food poisoning.”

Nico appreciated the questioning tilt of the maternal Nishikino’s eyebrow. Maki had certainly inherited the patrician hauteur and flawless skin.

“I’m all right, Mama.”

“Obviously, you are not, or your girlfriend wouldn’t be looking so worried.”

Well, at least Nico didn’t have to explain that part.

“Let’s take you home.”

“My home is in LA, Mama.” Stubborness managed to add some energy to Maki’s voice. “Nico and I were going to….”

“We were planning to watch a movie or something after the wedding. Nico has an early flight.”

“She’s going on location for a movie.” Maki croaked.

Maki’s mom seemed mostly bemused as Nico stood there, unsure of what to say. But the elder Nishikino was insistent about her plan. “I can have the driver take you and Nico to the house. We have movies there.”

Maki realized she didn’t have enough energy to win this argument with her mother. Surprisingly, Nico had been quiet.

“What about Nozomi, Nico?” Maki flopped between remembering random details and dizzying wooziness.

Nico shrugged, “She crashed the wedding on her own, she can get home on her own. Not a Nico problem. I’m worried about you. I think your mother’s right.”

Maki’s mother nodded, “I’ll text the driver. Maki, Nico can ride home with you and I’ll tell Rin and Hanayo what’s going on.”

“Thanks, Mama.”

“We can talk properly later, Nico. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Maki’s mom was focused on her phone, texting orders.

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you.” Nico turned back to the bathroom door, “Maki, I’m going to grab our coats and I’ll be right back. I don’t want you to get cold.”

“Okay, Nico.” Maki forced cheerfulness into her reply.

Maki’s mom watched as Nico bopped out of the bathroom “So that’s the famous movie star girlfriend. She’s pretty. Not as much makeup as I expected.”

Maki groaned. “Not now, Mama, please.”

“So did you stay at her hotel last night?” A sharp question.

Maki actually found herself willing the waves of nausea to come back so she’d have a legit reason not to answer questions. Moving to LA had allowed her to avoid in person parental dating advice. She couldn’t wait to get back.

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Maki’s phone went off. Nico’s ringtone. Maki smiled and reached an arm out from under the blanket she was curled up in, watching the latest in the Street Drift series, Street Drift: Neon, one of Nico’s action films. No kissing, just Nico on the run from the top secret government agency she used to work for. Sure, Maki had looped the tank top, torn tuxedo, and sports car scene a few too many times, but she was probably still feverish and not really making good decisions. And Nico and the sleek car against the backdrop of wet urban neon was making her fingers itch for her mini keyboard so she could lay down some riffs….maybe Honoka could find someone to animate a short and get Nico to do the voice. That might work as a collaboration. Maki preferred to have her inspirations close. And it was always so strange to be so deep in a project and talk to people outside of it, who had no idea what images and sounds filled up Maki’s mental space. And then maybe she and Nico could actually spend some time together, unlike this week, when Maki had spent 3 days on her parent’s couch and Nico had spent 3 days off the grid, away from her phone. Actually Nico’s phone had been spending time with Cocoro, as Maki had called a couple of times and gotten a crisp “Nico is on set and unavailable” as a response.

The NicoTone went off again. Maki shook her head, paused the movie, and checked her messages.

N: Hey, Gorgeous (o˚̑̑̑̑̑ 3˚̑̑̑̑̑ o) Nico is exhausted, but wanted to see how you were.

M: Still feverish.

N: ଽ ૮( ⁰▱๋⁰ )ა Is someone feeding you soup?

M: Mama had the chef make a bunch. It’s been nice.

N: What’s your favorite soup?

M: Tomato…

N: Like bisque?

M: Sure. Whatever, as long as there’s tomato.

N: Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) Nico would make you minestrone. Lots of vegetables and vitamins.

Maki leaned back, imagining how it would smell. She really needed a shower. It was good that they weren’t video chatting. Her hair was a disaster. She rubbed her face. Nope. Text chat only. For at least a week.

N: Did you fall asleep on Nico?

M: No, but I wouldn’t mind…

M: But…

N: But?

M: After I threw up on you, you’re probably just seeing me as sick…(≥_<)

Maki paused. She’d been thinking about this a lot. They had had hardly any time for any kind of date, and now Nico barely had time for text conversations. It seemed like their relationship was as worn thin as she was, curled up in the corner of a couch, not sure when things would feel better. Or normal. There had never been a normal.

N: What do you mean?

M: I mean we haven’t had any time for any real dates. And I keep doing awkward, unattractive things.

N: You enjoyed the movie. And you obviously can’t help falling for Nico♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

Maki understood that Nico was trying to keep the tone light, but most of their encounters had not been wins from Maki’s perspective.

M: Yeah, but…

M: I just don’t feel like a priority.

Maki’s phone rang and she jumped.

“Hello?” Maki squeaked.

Nico sounded brusque, “I’m sorry I can’t be there right now, Maki, and that I had to leave so quickly, but this job was planned for 8 months.”

“I know, Nico.” Maki sighed, feeling the tears, “I’m just tired, and...well, this week has been a fiasco.”

Nico chuckled, “Have you talked to Hanayo yet?”

“Is it 2025?” Maki was still furious about Hanayo’s behavior when introduced to Kotori’s burlesque crowd friends. The morning after the reception, Rin and Hanayo had flown to Tokyo for their honeymoon and Maki had been ignoring Rin’s texts and Rin was too busy slurping ramen on the food tour Maki had set up as a wedding present to care much.

The silence was awkward and fatigue and frustration were tag teaming Maki.

She took a deep breath and spoke clearly, "Hey, Nico, can we talk some other time. I'm not feeling well."

"Um...sure, it's late. Nico just wanted to see how you were doing."

Maki felt herself shrug and more tears, but she fought to keep her voice clear, "Thanks. Have a good shoot."

"Get some rest." Nico sounded worried, "Everything'll seem better in the morning."

"Sure. Good night, Nico." Maki yawned. That was a safe, emotion camouflaging gesture.

"Good night, Maki."

Maki knew Nico wanted to say more. But she didn’t want to hear more. Maki dropped the phone into the couch and pulled the blanket over her head. She wanted to go back home, have enough energy to sit at her piano, and play until Umi came by with her favorite takeout. But first she had to be able to sit through a flight. Maybe tomorrow would be better.

The NicoTone. A text. Maki let the throw fall over her face. Polite took energy. Waiting took energy. Maki had none left for making anybody else feel better.

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For anyone other than Umi, Maki would have skipped the premiere. She refused to let Kotoi dress her, opting instead for one of her favorite long coats, a repurposed vintage purple arrow feather kimono over tuxedo pants and an open collar Irish linen shirt. Comfortable for Maki, but not even hinting approach me to anyone else. Umi was nervous, but thrilled by the movie's reception and incredibly happy to be in a sweeping blue gown Kotori had personally sewn for her, Honoka hovering over the two in a bright blue tuxedo that would have looked 80’s high school on anyone else. And now it was over, Umi was being dragged by friends and colleagues to a celebratory party and Maki had ducked out after the movie was over. Gino’s East. Quiet table in the back. Deep dish, Chicago style, reminding her of the days before Hollywood red carpets and a Nico too busy to be in town. She’d ordered ahead, to cut down on the wait time, and grabbing a beer at the bar to announce her arrival, she slid into her seat. She’d posted a going to Gino’s East TWIG post from the theater so Rin would be jealous.

The pizza slid in front of her, the basil, tomato, and cheese blend aromatic and tempting. Maki glanced up, ready to smile at the waitress, and froze as she stared into worried ruby eyes. Then a glittering grin took over as Nico winked, “It’s almost as hot as Nico. Almost as heavy too.” Nico flexed her arm, her black and orange sleeved Tsumori Chisato varsity jacket adding to the hanging out after a game feel. Maki suddenly felt like she was back in high school, having a congratulatory pizza after Rin won another state championship.

“What...why...how?”

“Nico TWIG stalks all the hot composers she’s dating. I was going to crash the after party but you went…” Nico waved her arms in a why here gesture. "How does this work, Is it like a pancake stack of pizzas?” Nico slid into the chair opposite Maki, poking the pizza with the serving knife, which Maki quickly grabbed.

“No. And you’re in Toronto?”

Nico shook her head, “Got a weekend off. Talked them into rewriting a few scenes, swore I’d work better faster stronger if they let me go home for a weekend.” Nico opened the jacket, revealing the sporty black dress with a central band of thin vertical stripes, light blue sandwiching red and white.

Maki shrugged, cut the pizza, took a pause to appreciate the long, rubbery, streaming, steaming strings of mozzarella that draped as she lifted the slice to a plate, then scraped the pizza free.

When she put the blade down, Nico spoke again. “So how are you? I’ve been missing your texts. That’s a lovely coat. Did Kotori make it?”

“No.” Maki snorted, “Kotori wanted me in some red velvet alarm of a dress with barely any…” Maki gestured at her breasts. “I’ve seen where she gets some of her ideas and I’m not in the mood. I might never be in the mood.” Maki took a bite, sighed happily, then swallowed and frowned, “I text you.”

Nico slid her phone out of her pocket and read in a sing song voice, “Hi, Nico. It’s raining here. Hi, Nico, the plane landed. Hi, Nico, Umi’s premiere is tonight, couldn’t you crash and let me spill something all over you so we have to leave and make out, and I hate the dress Kotori’s trying to slither me into.” Nico’s face made a mockery of a Scream face, “Oh wait, Nico, didn’t get that last one. It had personality. Nothing you’ve sent for the past week has had any…” Nico pursed her lips and then “POP. No pizzaz. No pizza.” Nico poked the pie with a finger.

“I wouldn’t have texted you that.” Maki took another bite and then after Nico kept staring, spoke again, “I had nothing to say.

Nico actually sounded quiet, “Nico looked forward to your texts at the end of too many hours on set.”

“Cocoro never let me talk to you.”

“Cocoro didn’t even get to talk to me. It’s a period piece. Phones stay in the trailers. We are not having one of those 'ooh, what idiot left the RedBull on the set' moments. A three PA team checks everyone. Craft services is half a mile away from the set.” Nico shook her head, and Maki noticed how little makeup the movie star was wearing and how dark the circles under her eyes were, “Nico is exhausted.”

“It’s contagious.” Maki stared at the wall, only watching Nico out of the corner of her eye.

Nico glancd at her smart watch, “It’s been five minutes, something should have been spilled on Nico by now. Who are you?”

That got Maki to glare directly at Nico, then she started rolling her beer bottle on its bottom, “So this is predictable for you, huh. To the minute?”

Nico snorted, “So not that, Nishikino. Or Nico wouldn’t have walked off the set.”

“If you walked off my set, I’d…”

“You’d what?”

There was a long pause, Maki not making eye contact, finger tapping the table, beer bottle nearly spinning on its own, then almost a whisper, “Fire you.”

Nico inhaled, nodding as if confirming something important, “Nico is not going anywhere until you agree to a few things.”

“Like what?”

“A wedding date.”

Maki had been increasing the velocity of the beer bottle twirl and it suddenly spun out of her control, bouncing on the table top, rolling to the edge, and falling into her lap.

“And we have a spill.” Nico did a quick drum cadence.

Maki stood, fuming, then hopping as the beer bottle dropped to the floor and she had to sidestep to avoid landing on it, “So this is funny?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Maki arched an eyebrow, certain Nico had no good response.

“Because you, Nishikino Maki, are perfect. Perfectly unpredicatable, perfectly funny, perfectly on pitch, perfectly charming, perfectly gorgeous, perfectly grumpy, perfect with every outfit Nico owns, perfect for Nico’s family photo albums, today and tomorrow.” Nico stooped, put the bottle on the table, pulled herself up with Maki’s hand, “Now let’s go make sure that lovely coat doesn’t get stained.”

Maki crossed her arms, “You just want to make out.”

“Yes, I do.” Nico leaned back against the table, hands behind her, ruby eyes not leaving Maki’s as she considered the question, her not for the public half smile a serious study in mischief and longing. “Don’t you?”

Maybe if Maki hadn’t brought up the making out she could have said no, but there were too many near brushes and not enough moments and all those nights spent staring at Nico’s sexy selfies wondering what Nico would want to do if Maki had sent one back. And, Maki found herself smiling, being both grateful and a little confused about Nico’s patience with flirty chair fabric pics.

“Ah, Nico’s in your head,” Nico raised her hand to her temple, “And Nico’s winning.”

“Hmmph.” Maki twisted the smile into a snarl, trying for tempestuous. “Am I a prize to you?”

Nico shook her head, waggling a finger. “Silly Maki, that’s a stupid question. Nico will grant you one do over.”

Fuck it. Irritated and needing to do SOMETHING, Maki reached out, grabbed the front of Nico’s designer varsity jacket, zipper halves grinding into her palms and pulled the tantalizingly troublesome temptation in for a resounding kiss. Maki’s heart pounded so hard that her eardrums were mini tympanis and her lips slammed into Nico’s, followed by the rest of her, and Nico nearly slid back into the pizza. A hand on Maki’s shoulder pushed gently and Maki pulled back.

A long moment with sizzling air between them, then Nico whispered, “Let’s go home."

And Maki let Nico take her by the hand, and there was a cab waiting, more kissing, gentle, swooning surges, they were in Nico’s apartment, and then time started for Maki again.

“Hey Nico?” They were on the couch, Nico tenderly kissing her way up Maki’s neck.

“Hmmm….”

“Can we work together?”

“What?” Puzzled, Nico stopped, head tilted as she stared at Maki, “Is Nico boring you?”

“No, no…” Maki was nervous, her skin was tingling, she wanted Nico to keep going, but...Maki slid back down the couch, pulling up her legs as a barricade. “I want this…” She could feel the blush, but she forced herself not to look away from Nico, “I want, I’ve wanted you...so much….”

Nico decided this was a good time to start crawling down the couch toward Maki and Maki could feel herself getting frantic with some weird version of panic and the urge to explain her idea for an animation to Nico.

“I just thought...I was watching Street Drift Neon and I could see it, jazzy rainy neon streets, the sexiest car, a character who looks just enough like you stepping out of the snazzy sexy car, animated, did I say animated, all rain and jazz and sex and sax...we could make it together...and I...I...I don’t want you to leave….”

Nico sat up, running her hands through her hair and Maki watched fascinated as the sable hairs fell like arcs of midnight neon shadowing the soft candlelight, then Nico settled back onto her legs, reached out and took both of Maki’s hands, “I’m taking you with me.”

“Really?” Maki let herself lean forward.

“Really.” Nico’s face, always a study in nuance, was now carved in bold determination, “Whatever you want. Vacation, honeymoon, working on a project together when Nico has breaks. Whatever you want, Nishikino Maki, because Nico wants you.”

Maki could feel her breathing even out. Nico was sitting so calmly and her voice was as soft and bright and warm as the flames on the table next to them. And Nico’s hand was sliding up the curve of Maki’s hip and Maki felt herself relax into the touch suddenly, surprised at how Nico’s eyes widened. And then they were so close and Maki’s gaze was snared by jeweled brilliance and her nose tapped Nico’s and their laughter merged and Maki licked her lips and Nico couldn’t stop glancing down and Maki opened her mouth as Nico’s breath rushed out, pleading “Maki’ and then lips brushed curved crushed against lips, everything suddenly bright, breathless, and breaking, Maki slipping back, Nico’s hands, soft skin against the tightness of tense muscles, stroking Maki’s sides, as Maki pushed back and up, hands and legs reaching for something, anything to grasp, to pull, to tear, Nico whispering, licking around Maki’s ear, each stroke tender, yet Maki was crazed with need. Her head thrashed, startling Nico, who moved back to lips, kissing, solid, as fingers teased Maki’s neck, barely touching skin, skimming hairs, and Maki thrashed up, half sitting, with a feral whine.

And then Nico stopped and Maki suddenly fearful and cold, froze. But before the mood broke, Nico was nipping at Maki’s neck, one hand in Maki’s hair, and the other sliding down Maki’s abs, slipping down her pants, when had that become undone, and how was Nico and then teeth pulling on Maki’s earlobe and Nico had all her attention back, “Don’t you want Nico?”

Maki wanted to scream, but Nico’s fingers were scrambling any words into inarticulate sounds.

“Maki?” Softer, hands slowing slightly. Nico was sure of her answer, but this time, this first touch, this first trust…

Maki turned her head so she could smile at Nico, her arms pulling the tiny woman close enough that her every breath and pulse answered Nico’s question. And then, in a moment Nico was sure she would remember every day after, candlelight flickering shadows and brightness across Maki’s face, trust and need and reflected flames a dream kaleidoscope, while Maki’s voice, suddenly sultry, whispered a “yes” that Nico felt refuel her, rocketing her through anything familiar to a new stratosphere, an infinity where Maki melting into incandescence exploded into endless scattering stars.

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The door to the bathroom banged open, and Maki stormed through, nervous and shouty, “I can’t do this Nico, it’s too much and Cocoro keeps giving me public speaking tips.”

Nico grinned and looked down at the bundle nuzzling into her, “And this is how I met your Mama, right here, but Nico was the one nervous about a speech.” Then Nico winked at Maki, “Dia hasn’t spilled anything on me yet.”

Maki flopped into the chair next to Nico, hand picking at the fabric nervously, “Give her time.”

“I will.” Nico rocked their daughter gently, but Dia had reached the fussy stage of hungry. “But until then, you still manage it quite often.”

Maki snorted, “I think you pay waiters to sneak up behind me. I’m going to have Honoka take pictures next time.”

“There will never be proof.” Nico stated proudly.

“Not unless I get Cocoro on my side.”

Nico giggled, “Good luck with that, Princess.”

Maki leaned over and nudged Nico, “I can be charming. Plus, she adores Dia.”

“Everyone adores Dia. Dia is adorable. Like her Mama.” Nico gleamed at her gorgeous wife, dressed in a new Minami design, a classic toga drape in black and white mottled pattern, with easy access so 2 month old Dia could feed. “And hungry.”

Maki took their daughter, hands sure and gentle, amethyst eyes warm with tender devotion, “Hello Dia, Mama missed you.”

Nico sat quiet, entranced by Maki’s open affection for their firstborn. She felt like buying this hotel so they could have Dia’s first birthday here and Dia’s elementary school graduation and Dia’s prom and Dia’s wedding and she and Maki could meet here as their daughter and family grew and talk about how one encounter had changed so much of their expected futures. One wonderful encounter. Joining their paths together. And their perfect daughter was the first dividend.

Nico leaned over, kissing Maki’s cheek, “Thank you.”

Maki raised an eyebrow, “For?”

“Spilling everything on Nico.”

Maki winked, “It wasn’t easy, you’re not the biggest target.”

“HEY!”

Maki leaned in and kissed Nico soundly, “You’re magnetic.”

“You’re mesmerizing.”

The door slammed open, “Maki, if you can manage a simple visualization excercise, you might not completely fail…”

Maki leaned back with an eye roll as her nemesis stomped up to her.

Nico bounced up, “Cocoro, why don’t you take Nico’s camera and go set up so you can video Maki’s speech while Nico holds Dia.”

Cocoro paused to frown at Maki, then nodded at Nico, “Okay, sis. Blooper footage is a good idea. I could use a laugh.”

“HEY!” Maki half rose, but Dia cried out and Maki sat back down, “Shush, it’s all right, Mama’s not going to fire your aunt.” Because Nico won’t let me, Maki added in her head, but Dia didn’t need to know that.

Nico’s arms were around Maki, “You can’t fire her.”

“I know.”

“But I’m giving her a month off. And a trip to Tokyo.”

“Really?”

“Really. It’s your anniversary present. You and me and Dia and the cabin. No work, no interruptions. You can play piano all night long if you want, Nico will cook, we can teach Dia the constellations, and then everybody can come visit the new princess in April.”

Nico could feel Maki relax. Awards season, an acclaimed movie in Slide In Through My Window, and a newborn had been an exhausting mix, and Nico wanted to spoil her wife and daughter.

Maki sounded hesitant, “So can I practice my speech?”

“Okay.” Nico released her wife, scooted to a seat opposite, stretched her arms out in front of her, sat, leaned forward, slammed her hands into her knees, the picture of alert attention, and winked at Maki, remembering Maki doing the same for her, “Go.”

A/N: 'S done. So much has happened since I started this. And that continues. So stay safe, take care, and I hope you enjoyed this bit of fluff.

#NicoMaki #Fluff #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #family #Can't Get Started #Nishikino Maki vs. Yazawa Cocoro

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fionnglynnjackstyles · 7 years

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part 3: the evening chloe’s birthday series

this is the third and final installment of the birthday series written in honour of the beautiful @prettyboytgc. as three quarters of “the dream team”, @outofworkactress, @lowdenglynnstyles and I decided to split Chloe’s gift into three parts and give her a special gift from all over the world. we love you, beautiful Chloe! Happy birthday, we hope you’ve enjoyed our gift to you. (part one by @lowdenglynnstyles is HERE and part two by @outofworkactress is HERE)

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Tom had given Chloe three hours between when they arrived home from set with the lads at 3, and when he decided she needed to begin getting ready for their dinner reservations. He had taken her shopping a few days prior (something he was surprised he was so willing to do, but it was Chloe and for her he’d do anything) for an outfit to wear to a casual restaurant in London. She had finally picked out some Alexander McQueen jeans with a cropped knitted jumper topped off with some chunky heeled platform boots which Tom said she looked delightfully adorable in and insisted on buying every piece of the outfit for her despite her pleas for him not to waste his money on it.

“Darling, if you look this incredible in the outfit there’s no way in hell I’m leaving this store without buying it just so that I can admire you in it again and again and again.” Chloe didn’t think she’d ever blushed so hard, partly because of the people in the store who had stopped to stare but partly because she realized how much Tom loved her.

Back at home after putting the finishing touched on her outfit, Chloe walked out to the living room where Tom was flicking idly through the channels. She admired him from the doorway for a moment without him realizing she was there and took in his casual dark green button up shirt which he had paired with some dark denim jeans and a fur lined coat. Chloe smiled as she felt her gratitude towards this young man who had given her so much joy on her birthday swell to the size of a thousand balloons.

“Ready, love?” Chloe grabbed Tom’s attention and giggled as he took in her outfit from earlier which she had added her own style to. The high ponytail, white nails, red lips and black Michael Kors messenger bag all worked together to create a cuddly, wintery, Tumblr look which always left Tom wanting to hold her close to his chest. He stood from the couch and walked towards her, studying her face carefully.

“Are those…my glasses?” But Chloe just giggled, adjusted Tom’s glasses that she had stolen on her nose and side stepped around him to walk towards the front door of their shared apartment, calling over her shoulder about how they would lose their table if they didn’t leave now.

Dinner had been gorgeous. The restaurant was small and cozy, just somewhere casual that Chloe and Tom frequented often and everyone who worked there knew them as close friends. This night was special, however, as the staff sang ‘happy birthday’ upon their arrival and a huge bunch of balloons were handed to her with personalized messages from each of the staff written on them. The chef had insisted on surprising Chloe with a new dish he was creating which turned out to be absolutely delicious, and the triple tiered mud cake that arrived at the couple’s table after dinner was accompanied by another chorus of ‘happy birthday’ sung by the entire restaurant. Tom marveled at the way the candles lit up Chloe’s already glowing face, and in that moment he knew that no matter what happened he would always love her and all the things that made her unique. As the cake was cut and Chloe took her first bite, Tom resisted the urge to laugh at the line of frosting that had smudged across her contoured cheek.

“Love, you’ve got a little somethin’” He chuckled as he swiped his thumb across her face and sucked the icing off his finger. Suddenly it was as if everything else became non-existent and it was just Tom and Chloe, Chloe and Tom. She was mid-chew and still smiling lightly, but all she could think about was how much this boy meant to her. What would she do without him? She didn’t even want to imagine. As if he read her thoughts, Tom reached into his pocket and struggled with something for a moment before bringing it to rest in his lap. Chloe placed her spoon on her plate and used her napkin to wipe her mouth, her smile suddenly gone as she sensed the mood shifting to a more serious one.

“Chlo…” Tom took a deep breath, chuckling to himself. “My darling. You know I love you so much and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. When I was looking for birthday gifts for you, I didn’t know where to begin.”

“Tom, you didn’t have to-“

“No, I wanted to, sweetheart. Just…listen. I didn’t know where to start but I knew it couldn’t be materialistic because that’s just not you. So I knew it had to be meaningful and beautiful and something that you could treasure forever. So…well, just open it.” And he placed a ring box on the table in front of Chloe. Her breathing hitched and Tom could sense her hyperventilating, but he allowed her to slowly pick up the box with wide eyes and shaky hands. When she flipped the lid, the light from above their table reflected off the most stunning ice diamond, white gold ring she’d ever seen. Tears leaked from her eyes before she could stop them and her breathing was still erratic, but this time Tom reassured her.

“Baby, calm down. Please, sweetheart, you need to breathe. I’m not asking you to marry me.” Chloe’s head snapped up and her wide, teary eyes met his.

“Y-you’re not?”

“No, darling.” Tom chuckled, reached across the table to grab her hand and swipe his thumb over her knuckled reassuringly. “It’s a promise ring. Something to remind you that no matter how far away from each other we are, no matter how busy life makes us, no matter how far apart we drift, we’ll always have each other to come back too. It’s a promise that one day, in a few years, I will propose to you because I know you’re the one I’m meant to spend the rest of my life with, Chlo. I love you so much, darling.”

The tears were streaming freely down Chloe’s face as Tom reached inside the box to delicately hold the ring between his index finger and thumb before sliding it onto her ring finger, bringing her hand up to his mouth and kissing the spot where her gorgeous ring now proudly sat, glistening with every movement of her hand.

“Happy birthday, my gorgeous Chloe.”

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHLOE #I LOVE YOU #YOU DESERVE THE WORLD #AND TOM GLYNN-CARNEY #YOU DESERVE HIM SO MUCH YASSSS #ENJOY THE FERRYMAN #I LOVE YOUUUUUU #tom glynn-carney #tom glynn-carney imagine #tom glynn-carney imagines #tom glynn-carney oneshot #tom glynn-carney oneshots #dunkirk #dunkirk imagine #dunkirk cast imagine #dunkirk cast imagines

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incensus-nix · 5 years

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.: tree house :.

❝ Hey Bethany. ❞

❝ Hey what? ❞

❝ Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? ❞

❝ Have you ever been punched so hard you had to stop talking for a week? ❞

He whines, leaning into his fist and pushing up his sunglasses with his other hand. ❝ Sheesh, what’s gotten into you? ❞

❝ Nothing, until you started talking nonsense. ❞

❝ I was being poetic — ❞

❝ Stick to spying, kid. ❞

There was a moment, then he laughed, picking his chin off his hand and setting them behind his head. ❝ Did you hear about that chef? ❞

❝ Huh? No? Wha — ❞

❝ He pasta away. ❞

She grumbled. ❝ I hope you pasta away. ❞

Shocked, he puts his hand over his chest, mouth agape. ❝ You are just fresh today. ❞

Rubbing her eyes, Bethany sighs, the stretches her arms across her legs, falling forwards almost comically. ❝ I have a headache. ❞

❝ Try some tea or something. ❞

❝ Not that kind of headache. ❞

❝ Ah — well, ❞ he wasn’t sure what to say for that. He’d been spending an extra amount of time with her as she cut herself off of chems. Usually she used booze and an excuse to ward any urges but lately she’d been cut off from that. Purified water and hubflower tea had become the norm. ❝ Just take a nap. ❞

❝ We just woke up. ❞

❝ Sometimes we need a nap after waking up? ❞

She looks up at him with a small grin, then just shrugs it off. ❝ Maybe later, c’mon. ❞ Standing up from where they were sitting, Bethany opens and closes her hands repeatedly for him to follow her and take her hand into his own so she could lean on.

He does as silently instructed with no protest, pushing himself up and slipping his hand into hers, then adjusting it so that their palms together turned to being fingers lacing and intertwining against the other’s.

❝ Where we off to? ❞ he asked, moving along with her nearing shoulder to shoulder now, looking over his own to make sure no one was creeping on them either. Not that they weren’t obviously an item at this point, but he didn’t want to invite the idea that people could snoop either. He wanted privacy, whereas Bethany didn’t seem to care if all of a sudden up was down.

❝ Treehouse, ❞ she answered back, her voice slightly aloof now. Though she was cut off from chems, sometimes she still had a distant air about her that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. What was going on up there? She promised to talk about certain topics, but they hadn’t exactly picked up on that yet. He figured for now they’d get on with figuring out the physical stuff but it was all still directly related in the end. The chems helped get her away from the chaos, but then created a whole new one. Off of them, she had a more clear sense of her surroundings, however, her mind would never really recover from the mental damage over the years.

Giving some of the cats pats on their heads, two of the many furry critters followed Bethany and Deacon up the winding stairway up into the house fixed upon branches. It was cozy, though slightly barren of furniture. Still of a bit of a work in progress, at least it was fixed with lighting and some decent seating. Empty bottles from someone else’s gathering still remained from the night before, Bethany separating herself from him to clean up the little mess left behind for them.

Assuming now this was their project for the time being, Deacon arranged some of the furniture and things, like books and magazines, back in order until the area seemed presentable enough for the two of them to hangout in.

Plopping himself on the couch, he grabbed a Grognak the Barbarian comic to flip through, still have amused by the content that he must’ve read over a hundred times at this point. Those prewar writers surely had the sense of imagination…

Leaving the bottles at the edge of the stairwell to take back down with them when they leave, Bethany turned her attention to Deacon relaxing on the sofa, tiptoeing her way over to him and kneeling down at his side.

Sensing she had joined his bubble, he slid his glasses down a bit, folding the comic back up and tossing it back onto the pile on the table, then placing his arms behind his head with a light smirk. ❝ What’s up? ❞ Pursing her lips forward, Bethany held back a girlish smile, then leaned in over the side of the couch to give him a soft peck on the lips. ❝ Oh, I see — ❞ He couldn’t help but let himself go with a grin.

With all the arguments and frustrations surrounding them both, it was undeniable that they had a magnetic attraction. Why he allowed himself to give into her charm was beyond him, but she had a way of pulling people in that wanted to business with dealing with her. The piercing steel eyes that almost looked like reflections of polished silver in the light would make anyone a believer of what she was preaching.

They both shrouded themselves in a type of mystery that neither one of them had completely uncracked. While somethings had played themselves to the surface, it was merely a tip of the iceberg of everything that happened between them. So when they bumped heads on methods and madness, there was an underlying respect they shared for the other. Beginning as a smoke and mirrors game, the truth eventually revealed itself. Sometimes they find themselves both still playing but they both have learned to believe in the lies and question the truth.

Rolling a loose hair from her ear, Bethany hugs her knees as she remains on the floor next to him. ❝ You leave tomorrow, right? ❞

He pushes his sunglasses up, turning from her to lean his head back into his hands. ❝ Yeah — ❞ he drags a bit on that note. ❝ Doc’s got lead on a synth that needs to be picked up. Figured I give Mina a helping hand on this one. Navigating those subways is a real pain in the ass. ❞

A light nod, she looks away onto the floorboard, then back up at him. ❝ Don’t die out there or I’m gunna kill you. ❞

He turns his head at her, pulling down his shades by the bridge and squints at her, smirking a few then letting out a small laugh. ❝ You’re gunna kill me if I die? ❞

Poking at his rib, she answers. ❝ Absolutely. ❞

❝ Yikes, this is a lose/lose scenario for me, huh? ❞

❝ Not unless you come back alive. ❞

❝ Woof, guess I’ve only got one choice. ❞

Affirming his answer, Bethany feels a sense of pride getting her message across and somehow not starting some type of bickering contest between them. It’s been calmer, at least, with her being able to slow down and rationally form some thoughts and not immediately jumping the gun.

Another bit of silence, Bethany couldn’t stand it, the deafening sounds of her own thoughts once again filling. A new level of anxiety now filled her, when Deacon left on Railroad business, instead of worrying about her own demise, she was thinking of two.

It was a quick moment, Deacon saw, the switch between calm and fear, himself quickly reaching a hand out towards her jaw and using it to pull her into a kiss, shifting more to his side to deepen it. The harsh breathes in they both took, holding into their breath as long as one could before parting lips to take in oxygen again.

❝ It’s alright. They never see me, ❞ he whispered in reassurance, Bethany now touching her forehead to his. ❝ Don’t worry about me. ❞

❝ Hard not to… ❞

He keeps her mind at ease, though, kissing her again and sitting up on the sofa and pulling her up onto his lap. He’d have to try and keep her focused on something else — something better.

Taking off his sunglasses, he tossed them onto the table with the comics, then pushed her closer into his torso, locking her into a fury of kisses now, giving her a distraction away from the thoughts that had crossed her mind earlier.

Her own hands crawled up underneath the fabric of his shirt, touching the ripples of his abdomen hidden beneath. She was aware of his attempts to calm her down, but it wasn’t exactly working. At least, it was turning into a different energy in the room now.

As soon as her fingertips reached his skin, Deacon reached around the sides of his shirt and pulled it from the bottom up over his head. In turn, he now had his hands over the buttons of her blouse, opening the closures quickly from top to bottom, revealing Bethany’s pale toned skin and bare chest.

Unlike the first time they had attempted fate, they found themselves awkward and unknowing of what the other wanted. Now, it was a different tune. Where they once had to brace themselves for glance or touch, they craved it from one another.

As each piece of clothing was tossed and fallen to the treehouse floor, the two loved now lay across the couch, barely enough space to fit the two of them horizontally. There were moments to which one of them nearly fell off the edge, unleashing a roar of giggles between them, then interrupted by gasps of air and quiet pleas.

With a trembling cry from her, Deacon placed his fingers softly over her lips, insisting she try to keep it quiet in a somewhat public place. Biting her bottom lip, she whined a bit more as he lasted only moments longer and doing his best to not completely collapse overtop of her.

Tiny beads of sweat pooled on them both, Deacon pushing hers off her forehead and pressing his lips against it, then forcing himself next to her and sharing the sofa space as best as possible.

Only a few quick comments, unrelated to even the passing actions, one on how the cats managed to flee the scene in time. Sharing more soft moments, a shiver was felt over Bethany’s skin and yet no blanket to fix the problem.

❝ Alright, time for clothes. Up, up — ❞ he popped up and leaned on one arm, waiting for her to try and make the next move, but she instead turned into him and buried herself into his bare skin.

❝ I’m not ready for you to leave, ❞ she said in protest, pressing herself more into him, in turn forcing him into the cushions.

Sighing, he played with a few stands of loose hair that had fallen into her face, then rested a hand on the crook between her neck and shoulder. ❝ I’m going to come back. ❞

She squeezed her eyes closed. ❝ You don’t know that. ❞

❝ Yes I do. ❞

❝ How? ❞

❝ I wanna do that again. ❞ She threw her head up at him, then glared, but he was without any sort of shame on the comment. ❝ What? I do. That was awesome. I’m totally legit coming back for some of that again. ❞

❝ I legitimate can’t stand you sometimes. ❞

A laugh, then he moved his hand down to her backside to give it a slight squeeze. ❝ Get dressed, and I’ll be back before you know it. ❞

With the lighter mood, she still groaned and rolled off the couch and lazily started putting on her clothes and tossing his back at him.

Once standing up and ready to go, the two faced each other checking to see if the other was on the same page. But hesitation followed, neither one of them taking the first steps. Rather, Deacon making the motion to her and wrapping his arms around her shoulders and speaking low into her ear. ❝ There’s a million more things in this world I want to do, and I want to do them with you. ❞

She pulls always for a second to get a better look on his face, Sneaking up a finger to pull down his sunglasses, Bethany finds a pair of smiling blue eyes staring back down at her, her own welling up slightly.

❝ I want to do them with you, too. ❞

Strangely enough, her headache had disappeared.

#*my writing #ch: bethany #ch: deacon

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