#this was also done very quick so excuse anything that looks off < 3

[crow-person]

totally real moment in the ace novel ( you can trust me i would not lie haha )

[blissfullyapillow]

┃Genshin + HSR men as spiderman (+ your boyfriend)

₊˚⊹♡ Various x gn reader

₊˚⊹♡ wc: 7,189

₊˚⊹♡ warnings: Baizhu. Alhaitham’s part is suggestive but nothing explicit. Caelus’ part contains a ton of references to various things (one of them being your option to choose between Caelus or Stelle when you start HSR). Overall fluffy scenarios w/ your boyfriend (who is also Spiderman) :> 

₊˚⊹♡ Pillow Talks: Some parts are proofread others aren’t (for once) because I wasn’t feeling up to it. I intentionally put Baizhu under warnings it's not a mistake, I thought I was being funny doing that lol. Ngl Caelus’ part is my fav <3 !! I have a ton of drafts I’ll eventually complete, life is just a lot for me rn. I love you all ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ ♡ <3

₊˚⊹♡ Masterlist

Alhaitham ✮ ๋ ࣭ ⭑ 〃

always has headphones on. Even when he’s fighting. He’s literally never seen without them

He’s been offered to do collaborations with many companies to make a model of headphones off the one’s he usually wears. He never accepts, unless it’s for his go to brand.

All villains know to leave spidey’s headphones alone. The last villain who broke his old pair didn’t make it out of the fight alive.

That wasn’t a joke.

Anyway, most people don’t ask about his headphones, rather reporters are always at their wits end since they can never get an interview out of him. Not even a brief still shot of him.

Hell, most people don’t even know what he sounds like.

For the most he’s a man of few words, but when he does speak? You’ll wish he hadn’t.

Very sassy. Has the best retorts and the most vile insults.

His suit is really cool too, and very practical.

He’s a college student when he isn’t spiderman. He’s scarily efficient at juggling his part time superhero duties along with his heavy college workload. Maybe it’s because he gets all his work done way in advance? Who knows.

He’s super gentle whenever he’s rescuing civilians. At most, he’ll say a word or two in response to their gratitude. Something along the lines of “yeah.” Or “It’s no problem” if you’re lucky. Most people don’t try to make conversation anyway. As stated before, he’s really good at dodging not only reporters but cameras in general.

So, imagine your surprise when he actually stops walking away after you’ve asked him what he’s listening to. You can’t see his face, but his spidery eyes widen comically in shock.

No one has ever asked him that before. You’d think someone would, but no one has.

So, he indulges you. “I’m not listening to anything at the moment. Sometimes I’ll have music playing, but for the most part I tend to use these just to block out noise. Plus, people tend to leave you alone when they see you have headphones on. It also makes for an adequate excuse to pretend I don’t hear people speaking to me.” Your mouth drops in pure shock at the fact that spiderman not only spoke to you, but he’s also.. very.. interesting.

Oh, he likes that look on your face. You can’t see it, but he has a huge smirk on his face underneath that mask.

Alhaitham recognized you from campus. Of course he was quick and efficient with moving you to safety before he took care of the danger, but he couldn’t return you to ground level until after the fight.

Speaking of fighting, he’s really good at it. His movements are calculated and precise. You made a mental note never to get on spider man's bad side as you watched him clock the villain square in the jaw, with no regard for whether they retain consciousness or not.

“I’ll see you around.” Is all he says now, before he web slings away. Wait, see you around? But he’s spiderman!

Little did you know that spiderman was your hot, intelligent classmate you had a raging crush on.

Lucky for you, it seems he may develop feelings for you too.

𓆩♡𓆪

“I thought I told you to leave your window unlocked? I’d hate to be spotted.” Alhaitham scolds you as you unlock your window for him, and he effortlessly slips into your abode.

“I’m sorry, but I like hearing your cute little knocks on my window. It’s the highlight of my day.” Alhaitham sighs, as if he’s annoyed, but in reality your words cause his heart to flutter.

Once he’s inside he slips off his mask and stretches his fit body. He catches sight of your lingering, fixed gaze. He smirks as he purposefully flexes his arms for you. Your head whips around, looking away as if he hadn’t caught your ogling.

“It seems like someone missed me.” His knowing words result in a click of your tongue. Yet, you find yourself melting in his warm embrace as he wraps his arms around you from behind. You’re a goner when he buries his face into the crook of your shoulder. He presses a kiss there.

As his lingering lips trail along your sensitive skin, you ask him your usual question. “What are you listening to?” He hums in contemplation as he thinks. “To the sound of your voice.” You suck in a breath, and he smiles.

That question is something of a routine between the two of you. You always ask him, ever since you learned of his identity during one of his canon events. His response will change depending on his mood, and it’s a good indicator of his current mood.

If he gives you an actual song, it’s an easy way to tell depending on the tone and meaning of the song. Otherwise, if he replies with “Nothing.” He’s either tired or on the verge of breaking. Usually it’s both, since he says the silence helps him think.

Now, if he responds with something sweet, like “The sound of your voice,” he either wants to cuddle or…

The firm press of his hand as it trails along your inner thigh is answer enough.

You feel heat warm the expanse of your body, but you pretend not to notice. “I thought you said class drained you earlier today?” You try to distract yourself with conversation. Alhaitham’s hand only travels up further. “It did. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, yet I was stuck listening to the professor droning on and on about a topic I’ve already read extensively about. Now, I can finally do what I’ve been wanting to do to all day long.” Alhaitham’s voice is rough, and his breath grazes the shell of your ear.

“Okay…” Is your eloquent response. You know if you turned around, you’d be met with that knowing smirk of his.

“Now, will you help me relax? Being spiderman is draining after all, and not being able to touch you the way you deserve all day has made me really tense.”

You have no objections when his fingers finally reach the place you’re craving it most.

🕷🕸 ๋࣭ ⭑⛓

ᐟᐟ☆ Caelus .✮𖦹‪‪ ₊˚

Radiates the most Gen Z vibes it’s insane

Up to date on everything and anything pop culture related. Whether it be old or new.

A theater went into a frenzy when fans realized spider man was in the same theater watching Five Nights at Freddy’s with them

He was upset since he had to slip out and watch the movie at home on Peacock instead.

Anyway, he’s a real sweetheart. He always makes time to stop and help older individuals cross streets, helps children find missing items, and he’ll even give some citizens a lift to a place they’re running late to.

Well, he stopped doing that last one after the incident. … That was his second canon event.

He became spider man when a woman named Kafka purposefully had a mutated spider bite him. He doesn’t recall too much before that, and he’s not sure why he can’t, but that’s a part of his journey. To discover himself and put together pieces of his past.

He still occasionally runs into Kafka and her companions, but for the most part he’s still developing his own opinion of her.

He’s a ball of energy most days. Reporters love him since he’s always so receptive and open to their questions.

Yet, he has his moments. Some nights, if you look to the right building, you’ll spot a lone figure on top, staring into the vast night sky. On those nights, he imagines a life where he travels those skies, exploring what the universe has to offer. Maybe there are other planets out there? What if he could visit them, and experience intergalactic adventures?

Oh well. Maybe in another timeline. He isn’t a nameless traveler here after all.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, you’ve bumped into each other on countless occasions when he’s in his civilian form. Actually, you two are very close friends.

He’s debated with himself many times. Should he tell you the truth? Time and time again his answer was no, and for many reasons. One, Kafka clearly has a close eye on him, and he isn’t sure of her intentions yet. Two, he doesn’t want you needlessly worrying about him. Unfortunately, you already do.

So it honestly doesn’t come as a surprise when you stumble upon him during a particularly hard moment in time, and he lets it slip that he’s spiderman and he’a struggling.

Thankfully, you’re just the support he needed.

Now, he has a safe space. A person who feels like home in a place where he truly has none. And he’s eternally grateful to you for it.

As for you, he’s your personal ray of sunshine. You’re overjoyed you can play such a prominent role in his life, and you don’t love him any less for being spider man. If anything, you somehow worry less about him…?

It’s honestly hard when you watch him overcome many impossible odds. He even accumulates new powers every now and again! He’s really strong, mentally and physically, so it eases your worries at times.

Even if he does need a shoulder to lean on, as you often do, you’re more than happy to be that shoulder for him.

Honestly, it’s a good thing he has you. His future canon events look pretty… rough. Especially the one where he meets himself from a parallel universe. You know, the one where he’s a star instead of the sky.

𓆩♡𓆪

“Oh my gosh Name look! They even have my bat in the game!” Caelus happily swivels around in his chair to look at you, frantically pointing to his pc monitor all the while.

You look at the screen, and sure enough there’s a scarily accurate model of your superhero boyfriend in the game, currently performing a silly dance move.

“Ah.. I see..” Is your response. You really think it’s cool, but you want to tease him a bit. You struggle to contain your grin when he pouts at your lack of enthusiasm. “I thought you’d think it was cool….” You can only chuckle as you run soothing fingers through his soft locks.

“I do sweetheart, I do.” Your words make him visibly light up, and he practically jumps out of his chair to wrap his arms around you.

“Speaking of, I have something else I want to show you…”

Que a fun midnight outing on top of the tallest building overlooking the whole city.

“Wow.. this is beautiful..” Your eyes shine as bright as a dying supernova as you gaze upon the beautiful landscape before you.

Caelus is beaming with pride, glad he was able to surprise you like this.

“Yeah, I stumbled upon this view after a particularly hard battle.” He hums in content as he leans back, pulling you into him.

You rest your head against him, his chest a comfortable pillow.

You can feel his steady heartbeat beneath your ear, and it’s a soothing melody.

“Thank you for sticking by me all this time.” The words are a gentle caress against the shell of your ear, yet they cause your heart to ache.

“You don’t need to thank me for that, silly. I love you, and when you love someone and they’re good for you, you stand by them. No matter what. Yeah?” You gently pat his chest.

He smiles.

“Yeah.”

He’s silent again, and a comfortable atmosphere wraps around the two of you like a warm blanket right out of the dryer.

That is, until he decides to open his mouth.

“Don’t get too comfortable. I might just push you off.”

…

He looks at you to gauge your reaction.

Absolute horror is written on your features.

He loves it. It sends an electrifying thrill through him; he loves to tease you too.

“You’re getting too out of hand with these jokes of-“

His lips steal the rest of your words, and you allow it.

The city paints a magical backdrop for your moment of intimacy.

🕷🕸 ๋࣭ ⭑⛓

Jing Yuan ⁞ ⟡ ⚡︎ ♡⸝⸝ 🕷 

This spider man is always accompanied by his cat, Mimi.

He rescued her during a particularly rough encounter. He tried to send her off after ensuring she was safe with authorities, but she refused to leave his side. Now, he already had a soft spot for cats, so it was a no brainer to him

Mimi has accompanied him ever since, and she even has her own little mask and everything.

Little does he know that the ‘cat’ he saved was really just another one of the smuggled exotic animals those crooks tried to sneak into the city. Mimi will no longer fit in that backpack of his in a few months time.

He’s really lazy, honestly. He calls it conserving energy, but really he will only intervene when it’s called for or if the situation is rapidly turning dire

He has many admirers. Pictures of blurry glimpses of his suit sell for hundreds, if not thousands of dollars, online

So, so many fan edits of him. And he’s seen ‘em all. He’s secretly really smug about it, but he keeps that to himself

He has a commanding presence, and an air of elegance about him. It almost feels like his fighting is an art of sorts. It’s fascinating to see the creative ways he’ll use his webs to get the job done.

Mimi has plushies, courtesy of collaboration with spiderman.

He bought the pre-orders for her plush and a few more when the official drop released

So, how did you end up with a man like Jing Yuan? Gorgeous, handsome Jing Yuan who's also a renowned general?

Simple. You're his personal alarm clock.

No. Literally. You were asked to wake him up after he fell asleep on the job again, as everyone else had grown tired of the task, and that was the beginning of an.. interesting dynamic.

The best part about it? One day you arrived a bit earlier than your usual time to wake him up, only to find the infamous spider man frantically urging Jing Yuan’s cat, Mimi, into a backpack.

Long story short, now you not only have to deal with waking him up, but you also have to deal with a clingy boyfriend who isn't afraid to his webs against you

𓆩♡𓆪

“Jing Yuan! I told you, this meeting is important and it’s imperative that-“

He blatantly ignores you as he webs the door shut, and now you’re stuck with him in his office.

“Mhm. I understand. Now come here, I miss you.” His stupid smile makes your heart race as he opens his arms, welcoming you in.

Ah, what the hell.

You all too easily bend to his whims. You quickly find yourself in his arms, snuggled against his warm body.

“That’s much better sweetheart. See? This isn’t so bad is it?” You abhor his teasing, yet all the same it sends a thrill through you.

“Shut up. I better not get in trouble because of you.” You sigh. “No one would dare say anything to you. If anyone ever does, I will personally tend to the matter.” His voice is tense, along with his statement, but all you feel is his thick hair tickling your cheek as he nuzzles his head against you.

A goofy smile spreads across your lips, and soon you forget all about the meeting as you enjoy each other’s embrace.

An adorable sound comes from Mimi, lounging somewhere in his office you assume. The usual.

“By the way, are we still on for dinner later?” Your question evoked a chuckle out of Jing Yuan.

“I wouldn’t miss dinner with you for the world.” “Not even if your spidey duties call?” Your quip causes an adorable pout to form on his lips.

“My ‘spidey duties’ can wait until I’m full and satiated. You mean more to me than you know, my sweet angel.” His words warm not only your heart, but your soul.

You completely lose track of time in his arms.

So it comes as quite a shock when obnoxious knocking can be heard on his office door. You know, the one that’s currently webbed shut?

“Jing Yuan!!”

Ah, Diviner Fu. She knows all too well that you’ve failed yet again to lure Jing Yuan out of his office.

“Ah, looks like dinner has arrived sooner than we expected sweetheart.” You squeal when he suddenly sits up with you still in his arms.

He uses his webs to grab his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder as Mimi hops in, used to this ordeal.

“Remember to hold on tight, okay?” He murmurs the words against the shell of your ear, before he slips on your own little mask over your face. Just as a precaution, though he’s really good at staying hidden whenever he’s with you.

“Off we go.”

And with that, you two sling out of the window of his office, leaving an exasperated Fu Xuan behind.

🕷🕸 ๋࣭ ⭑⛓

♡ ┃ Kaedehara Kazuha ‧.°˖➴

He is the amazing spider man

Like, he’s the ultimate spider man. He’s kind yet deadly, and very friendly.

He’s as swift as the wind, and he actually travels with a sword. You’ve never seen Spiderman incorporate sword play in with his webs? Well, you’re in luck! Kazuha does this at a masterful level. He made it into a sort of art form as well. At the end of his fights he’ll always create beautiful imagery using his sword, carving out complicated shapes and scenes with his webs. It’s kind of like a signature of his

He’s pretty good at balancing his civilian and hero life. Although he may get caught up with things if unexpected incidents occur, which lets be honest, it happens all the time when you’re spider man

He’s genuinely so sweet, and it’s easy to see through his actions. The public loves him. He has loads of admirers.

After a very traumatic incident involving a close friend of his, he experienced a period of grief and depression

He got back on his feet eventually, and he awakened new powers within him! Well, that would be the only explanation for why he was suddenly able to use electricity during combat with a particularly strong villain

Not only does he use a sword but now he has the ability to wield electricity?

Once word of spider man’s new powers spread, the number of crimes that were committed went down drastically. Literally. Statistically crime rates decreased by 25% the following week. 25%. Your usual run of the mill people were too afraid to do anything after witnessing the devastating beating Kazuha gave to a particular individual

To be fair, he was late to your date because of them. He wasted no time, defeating that villain within mere seconds before frantically webbing away to meet you

Speaking of dates, Kazuha enjoys going on many dates with you.

From indoor cozy dates to public outings, typically walks through nature, Kazuha’s favorite past time is the time he spends with you

He often leaves you handwritten notes before he leaves, ranging from eloquent poetry of his feelings for you, to short blurbs of how your eyes make it physically impossible for him to focus on what you’re saying. (He felt bad because he got lost in your eyes while you were describing your Christmas decorating plans to him)

Overall, Kaedehara Kazuha is a model spider man. Kind and caring, yet swift and fatal when the situation needs him to be.

𓆩♡𓆪

“Kazuha, I told you I forgive you already!” You giggle despite your exasperation. Kazuha disregards your statement as he places fleeting, soft kisses on your person.

He starts with your hand. He holds your hand delicately, treating you as if you’re porcelain. He places a kiss to the back of your hand before his lips slowly trail up your arm.

Your heart melts at the tender gesture, all the while your body lights aflame with his burning gaze. His piercing orbs hold your gaze as his lips make their leisure ascent.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him even if you willed it.

“I promised you I wouldn’t be late to our date this week, but I was. You have my sincerest apologies, my love.” You feel his lips move as he murmurs the words against your skin.

“No need to be all formal. We’ve been together for how long now?” You murmur the words in embarrassment, as Kazuha’s lips now brush along your neck, teasing you.

“Hmm.. if I recall correctly, today would make five years correct?” You nod your head, yet your eyes drift shut as Kazuha playfully teases the skin of your neck with his teeth.

“Y-Yeah.. so..” Your mind is blank. You completely forgot the point you were trying to make.

You have a feeling that was his goal all along.

His lips finally reach their destination; his eager lips meet your parted ones.

You groan as he draws you closer, placing a firm hand on the back of your head. His kiss almost feels a bit desperate; his lips mold with yours in perfect sync as his free hand explores the expanse of your body.

When he finally parts from you, you take desperate gasps of air. His state isn’t much better; his lidded gaze roams your body as he takes deep breaths.

“Kazuha…” “hmm?” He smiles, a lazy, slow smile, and you know you’re not letting him leave any time soon.

“I.. um.. oh! I was going to say, before you rudely distracted me..” He chuckles at that, tracing the contour of your face with a finger as you continue to scold him. “It wasn’t your fault you were late. The police force needed backup and-“ His lips capture yours again.

You reluctantly press against his chest, gently pushing him away.

You pout.

He winks at you.

“I know, but it still took away from our precious time together. I wanted to make it up to you by arriving early today, but I wasn’t able to fulfill that desire.” He sighs, and his finger moves from your face down to your neck, lower to your collarbone.

“I promise you it’s okay, Kazuha. I understand. Although, if you really want to make it up to me…” This time, your gaze is the heated one as you skillfully unravel his ponytail.

He sucks in a breath at your action. “I have another desire that you most certainly can fulfill.”

“Ah, I like the sound of that.”

Lucky for you, he is more than able to fulfill that desire of yours.

🕷🕸 ๋࣭ ⭑⛓

‧₊˚ ┊Shikanoin Heizou ⚖✮⋆˙✦

Public menace #1

He drives the police force crazy because he always solves all the cases before they can get to the bottom of it. He does so not only as spider man, but as his civilian self too.

He can be a bit of a flirt when he has the mask on.. well, ‘a bit’ is an understatement, but he doesn’t just flirt with everyone!

He really only flirts with you, honestly, yet you reject him time and time again. He was a bit puzzled, since he knows how flustered you get when he flirts with you without the mask. Maybe it’s because you don’t know it’s him? He’ll have to test that theory

Using his detective skills he quickly deduces that it was because you have a crush on him. Him. Not spider man.

He knows of your intense loyalty, so of course you wouldn’t entertain his flirting, even if the individual flirting with you is the spider man.

Once he figured that out, oh how much fun he has teasing you as spider man

He’ll use his webs to get around quickly and restrain his enemy, but in combat? He prefers to use his fists. He’s quick with it too. He’s Shikanoin ‘left, right, goodnight’ Heizou.

So, whenever he does use his webs in combat, you know he’s going against a formidable foe 

He’s super sweet to fans. Signatures, autographs, everything. On the sly though, when you still didn’t know he was spider man, he kissed an autograph he signed specifically for you before he handed it to you.

There was a visible mark left behind, and although you were annoyed you still kept the autograph (that you didn’t ask for)

When he finally revealed his identity to you, you were simultaneously livid and not surprised; You know of Heizou’s tendency to tease

He planned for the whole reveal to be super romantic and everything, and by the end of it you two became a couple.

You are the ones who create the iconic spider man kiss. He’s upside down, holding a handwritten confession of love, not a rose, that you cautiously take from his hand. In the letter he explicitly stated that spider man and the man you were currently crushing on are the same people. Following that was a very romantic declaration of his feelings for you.

When you looked up from reading the letter, you found yourself face to face with Shikanoin Heizou instead of the spider’s mask. The shock on your face was too adorable to ignore, so he kissed you whilst hanging upside down.

It was an… interesting experience, to say the least.

Would you repeat it? Absolutely.

𓆩♡𓆪

“Heizouuu….” Your whine is music to his ears.

He nuzzles his head further into your chest, and his sigh is one of contentment.

“Yesss..?” This time, you’re the one sighing, except it’s one of annoyance rather than content.

“I’ve needed to use the bathroom since five minutes ago.” “And I told you you’re welcome to. I will wait as my warm, loving arms ache for your return.” You scoff at his dramatic use of words.

“Thanks, Heizou, but how could I possibly go to the bathroom when your body is literally tangled with mine?” This question gives him pause, even though it really shouldn’t.

Said body adjusts a bit, but he makes no move to get off of you.

You’re currently lounging in bed, doing nothing really. Just enjoying Heizou’s company. It was nice until you had to use the bathroom, and with the way Heizou’s body is lying on you, legs entangled and arms wrapped around you, there’s no possible way for you to escape.

His head remains on your chest, but he looks up at you now.

“How about a deal? If you can solve this riddle-“

“Shikanoin Heizou.” 

…

“My apologies.”

He quickly moves off of you, and you make a beeline for the bathroom.

You’re not surprised when he’s on the other side of the door the moment you open it.

“Sometimes, Heizou, you just…” You struggle to find the words to properly express yourself.

“I just..?” He prompts you, guiding you back to the comfort of your shared bed.

You finally find the words you were searching for as you both resume your previous position, except this time Heizou’s head is buried against the crook of your neck.

“You just.. fail to surprise me, really. Which is funny, since you’re someone who’s full of them.” His body shakes against yours as he laughs at your bold statement.

“Ah, my lovely partner knows me so well. Honestly, how did a detective like me get so lucky? I believe that’s the biggest mystery of all.” His words fill you with warmth; they effectively morph your feelings of affectionate annoyance into a feeling of immense joy.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You do know I’m the one who got lucky, right?” You chuckle when he gasps, as if the very concept itself is absurd.

“I would refute that hypothesis of yours, but I believe it would only cause this conversation to continue in circles. So, I propose that we are both the luck ones. Do you agree?”

You feel his smile and hear the affection in his voice as his lips brush along your skin.

“Yeah.. I agree.” “Perfect.”

And with that, a comfortable silence fills the room once more.

It’s a relaxing evening, spent with your very loving and very dramatic boyfriend.

🕷🕸 ๋࣭ ⭑⛓

Welt Yang ﹕⸝⸝ *:･ﾟ✮

“Wait, spider man is an old man!?” Yeah and there’s a literal dinosaur who dons the mask in another universe. Your point?

Lol jokes aside, Welt is one of, if not the most, powerful spider man. I mean, he can literally manipulate gravity.

He’s also a huge nerd.

He always brings his cane along with him when he fights, so the enemy tends to underestimate him, thinking he’s close to retirement and should just give up the whole ‘hero act’ already. Honestly, maybe he should, but that day isn’t today.

If he gets particularly annoyed by comments from his opponents, he’ll just get rid of ‘em. via a mini black hole of sorts. It’s super effective.

He’s actually very fond of making jokes and semi-horrible puns. They make you laugh though. Others? Not so much.

Anyway, he’s very reserved and he won’t stick around for reporters to interview him. He’ll just give the necessary information needed for authorities to take over, and in the blink of an eye he’s gone.

For his day job, he’s an animator. A well renowned one too. He’s very casual about it though, and he doesn’t see it as something deserving of praise.

He’s taken on a young talent who’s a blank page, in the process of writing a story of their own.

You’re the one who finds out Welt’s well kept secret. He didn’t plan on revealing his identity to you, as he felt it was his burden to bear and he would hate to make you a target.

He’s experienced many battles and has faced numerous foes, so he’s very wise and experienced. He’s faced scenarios where his morals come into play, and that’s something he’s not fond of. He rather preserve his integrity and do things in a way that aligns with his inner values. He’s been granted many opportunities to do things in an underhanded manner, yet he has never taken that  opportunity.

𓆩♡𓆪

“Please please please!” You jump up and down in innocent joy, but the man before you pinches the bridge of his nose.

“No.”

“Why not? Please! I promise this is my last time asking.” You plead with him, moving to hold onto his arm.

“That’s the exact same line you use every time.” “It is not!” You retort.

“You said the same thing yesterday.”

“Welt, please!” Now you fix him with a pleading look, a look you know he can’t resist.

“Name, my ability to manipulate gravity is a powerful one that comes with great responsibility. It shouldn’t be used as a measly… ahem..” His cheeks take on a pink hue as he coughs into his fist.

You’ve pressed yourself against him, your head tilted as you gaze at him with that look in your eyes.

“…this is the last time.” His gruff response brings you to life, your eyes alighting with joy as you remove yourself from him.

He misses the warmth of your body, but your smile provides him with a permeating warmth that is different, but comforting all the same.

“You always say that.” Your bratty response irks him. In an instant your world is flipped upside down as your feet are lifted off the floor.

“Yay! Thank you Welt.” He can’t find it in himself to be annoyed when you’re doing silly little flips as your body floats in the air.

This has become a regular occurrence for you. Occasionally, when you’re in the mood to be a bit silly, you’ll ask Welt to use his gravity manipulation to suspend you in air.

He was opposed to it, but eventually you wore him down. Now, he agrees to give you a few moments of fun, although sparingly.

His gaze is soft as he watches you enjoy the moment with childlike glee, before you’re gently lowered to the ground once more.

“There. Satisfied?” His voice is rough and his gaze won’t meet yours, but his heart pounds in his chest. You really are too cute.

“Yes! Thank you, and I’m sorry I keep pestering you about it… but… I appreciate it.” You saddle up beside him and wrap your arms around him in a grounding hug.

He smiles.

“Don’t worry about it.” Is his simple response. He presses a sweet kiss to the crown of your head, before he rests his on top of yours.

Fwip!

You glance behind you when you hear the sound, just in time to see the door to your shared bedroom close shut. Your eyes study the webs on the door handle before you swivel around to face Welt.

His cheeks are tinted pink once more, but he meets your curious gaze.

“Let’s.. enjoy each other’s company for the remainder of the day.” His words cause your own face to heat up, but a sly smirk soon presents itself on your lips.

“Can’t get enough of me, can you?” You relish the look he fixes you with, and you willingly follow his lead to your neatly made bed.

“On the contrary, with that attitude of yours I get more than my fill of you.” His words are contradictory to his actions, since he’s pulling you closer as his lips seek yours.

You smile when his lips finally meet yours.

🕷🕸 ๋࣭ ⭑⛓

‧₊˚ ┊Baizhu ⚕ *: ♥

With swift and deadly attacks that require minimal movement, Baizhu is always quick to subdue the enemy

Some days are harder than others for him, as he has a chronic illness. He still gets the job done, and he’s always advocating for others in a similar situation as him. He doesn’t reveal much to the media, but he does like to tell anyone who may hear “If I can be spiderman, then I know you can do anything you set your mind to.”

Instead of a spider biting him it was a snake. A talking snake no less. Her name is Changsheng, and she travels with him almost all the time.

Many ask to pet Changsheng. He turns down most requests but on rare occurrences he may let an individual do so (mainly children)

Has miraculous healing powers. He’s also a good sport at taking heavy hits, but he can only handle so much. Still, he’s stronger than you’d think, and he’s great at sporting others back to health. It’s almost like they were never sick at all once Baizhu tended to them. Unfortunately, his illness always seems to flair after he does so…

Speaking of, he’s well loved, Dr. Baizhu. He literally has a 5 star rating and everyone raves about him. You would think he would limit clients since he constantly gets a large influx of them, but he’s too kind to do anything of the sort.

Sometimes you have to scold him and force him to coax him into taking it easy; he tends to take on a bit more than he can handle.

He’ll say cheesy things like “You’re the remedy I’ve been searching for all my life. Most certainly.” Whenever you two are alone and spending quality time together. You can only smile when he tells you these things; He’s too cute to feign annoyance with.

He’s immune to poison. Don’t ask why he just is. (It’s totally not an added benefit of a contract he made)

𓆩♡𓆪

Your fingers gently scrub the area, and a noise akin to the sound of a satisfied cat purr is heard.

You bite your lip as you try to contain your smile, even though he wouldn’t be able to see it anyway.

You’ve finished lathering Baizhu’s hair in the floral conditioner. He allows you to finish the process of rinsing his hair, and the result is satisfactory. His hair, which now has the floral scent of the conditioner, has a renewed sheen to it.

“Your hair is gorgeous, Baizhu. Well taken care of too.” You hum, guiding him as you both move to sit down.

You sit on the couch, and have him sit in front of you on the floor.

You gently dry his hair as he leans back into you. It causes you to get a few droplets of water on your person but that’s insignificant to you.

It’s been a long time since you’ve seen your boyfriend so relaxed. He’s been overworking himself again, not only with his job as a doctor but with his spiderman man duties.

You insisted on a self care day since he has the day off, and you prayed people would stay in line today so he wouldn’t have to suit up.

It seems your prayers were answered; it’s now late evening and the orange hue of the sky is slowly morphing into a starry night sky.

The streets remain peaceful today.

A groan from Baizhu draws your attention.

He’s looking up at you with furrowed brows. “I thought I told you to stop worrying so much about me.” You ‘tsk’ at the audacity of his claim, opting to flick his forehead. It was a light flick, but he acts as if you’ve scorched him.

He hisses. He sounds like Changsheng.

You giggle.

“I know you aren’t telling me to stop worrying.” You shake your head in dismay, albeit a knowing smirk is on your lips.

“Name, I know I am not one to talk but I promise you I’ll take better care of my mental wellbeing. You have my word.” He places a comforting hand on your knee. The touch brings warmth to your skin.

“Promise?” Your voice is quiet. It sounds small. You’d be surprised if he even heard you.

You open your mouth to repeat your question, sure he hadn’t heard you, but he speaks before you can voice the question once more.

“I promise.” His statement is firm. When you look into his golden snake-like eyes, they’re full of life. Determination emanates from their intense gaze.

You believe him.

“Okay, good. I hate to see you like that, you know…” His gaze softens at the obvious concern on your face. He understands it comes from a place of love, so he only nods in understanding.

“I’m sorry sweetheart.” He reaches for your hand, still a bit wet from washing his hair, yet he places a kiss to your palm nonetheless.

With that, you resume your task.

You take your time braiding his hair. It’s relaxing, and the diffuser you have going only adds to the calm atmosphere.

As soon as you finish braiding his hair Baizhu moves. It startles you, but you’re soon put to ease when he sits beside you.

His arms wrap around you, and he rests your head on his shoulder. Your eyes fall shut as you breathe in the floral scent of his hair.

“Thank you.” He whispers the words, and you feel the soft press of his lips on your forehead. You feel the same touch on your nose, your cheek, your eyelids, until they finally press against your lips.

When he pulls away, you respond with a thank you of your own. He seems taken aback by your words, but then the sweetest smile lifts his lips.

“You are quite welcome.”

🕷🕸 ๋࣭ ⭑⛓

♡. Blade 🗡⭒⚠︎︎ ⛓°˖ 

He is the second spiderman in Caelus’s verse

He honestly feels as if the whole Spiderman role is a curse rather than a blessing, but he still plays the role nonetheless.

When he feels like it

Most people only know of Caelus as spiderman, but once Blade also took on the role there were rumors of a darker, more sinister spiderman seen webbing from building to building during the late hours of the night

Of course Caelus had to investigate said rumors, and that led to a one on one encounter with Blade and.. Kafka?

Long story short Blade begrudgingly helps Caelus out when he’s in a jam, but for the most part he keeps to the shadows and does his own thing. Whether what he does is morally ‘right or wrong’ doesn’t concern him.

He has the symbiote, Venom, and he absolutely hates it. Yet, well, here they are.

There was an incident when things got a little.. tense between Caelus and Blade. Before the situation escalated Kafka was able to get Blade under control.

Overall he doesn’t really do too much as ‘spiderman,’ but you’ll definitely have a chance at catching him beat the absolute shit out of a robber in a dark alley, their cries for help muffled as they’re eaten alive by the symbiote :D

Unfortunately for Blade, Kafka isn’t particularly fond of him eating people, due to the hassle of keeping it on the down-low. He’s supplied with massive amounts of chocolate to substitute for the people he was firmly told he can no longer consume, unless it’s a dire situation.

Blade truly sees his life as a misfortune, especially during moments where Caelus coerces him into helping him out. He’s really under no obligation to help, but something about Caelus persuades him to comply (albeit begrudgingly).

They make a great duo! Surprisingly. Like, Caelus can already be a hard hitter, when he chooses to use his bat, but add Blade into the mix? Whoever they’re fighting is not surviving that fight.

𓆩♡𓆪

Your hands slip under his shirt, cold against the warm skin of his abdomen. You trace the outline of his many scars; they feel rough against the delicate pads of your fingers. You move closer to Blade, burying your head into the crook of his neck.

You can feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest against your own; it soothes you.

He moves, his hands slipping under your shirt as well, tracing the curve of your spine.

“You really are such a handful…” He murmurs the words, quiet and emitting a gentle warmth. You shiver from his gentle touch, cold fingers leisurely teasing your skin.

You debate speaking up, to let him know you’re awake, but you quickly decide against it when he speaks once more.

“No one could compare to you. When I’m with you, I feel a warmth I haven’t felt in a long, long time…” Blade’s uncharacteristically honest words cause your heart to swell.

You struggle to contain your smile. You feel him shift closer to you, and soon a pair of surprisingly soft lips are pressed against your temple.

He remains silent now. Enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, running his hands along your skin.

“I love you too.” You finally say. He startles for a moment, and it makes you giggle. When you pull your head away from his neck you’re barely able to make out the sight of his flushed cheeks before he shoves your face back to its previous position.

He says nothing, but the smile on his face says all the things he fails to put into words.

[hsyvers]

I WANT SOME (OF YOUR LOVE) - spiderwoman!h.yj x f!reader

SYPNOSIS; yunjin being late to band practice is slowly becoming a habit...and you think you know why. yunjin also has a habit of blushing around you, and you definitely know why.

NOTES; 1.9k. it's all fluff <3 i watched across the spiderverse and had to...lsrfm is a rock band 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 yunjin being a terrible liar and chaewon being done w her bs 😭 there's a little bit of swearing

"shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"

yunjin is late to band practice. again.

which, in theory, should be fine. punctuality was important to her but, hey, in the life of spiderwoman, there had to be sacrifices, right?

"jen, where are you?"

delivered 5 minutes ago. she'll arrive in another 5. shit.

"jm almost theref i orimkse!;" 🗣🧍‍♀️✈"

you stare at your phone with narrowed eyes, your brain trying to process and translate the foreign language.

"hey," you hear chaewon, the leader of your band, call you, "have any idea where your girlfriend is?" she teases, though you can sense a little bit of frustration from her part, which was understandable, knowing that yunjin was her friend too.

"girlfriend!?"

"girlfriend?"

"girlfriend!"

the other three shout simultaneously. eunchae's eyes are sparkling, kazuha's mouth is open in an "O" shape, and sakura looks like she's about to interrogate you on when, why, how, and where this happened.

you throw off the others with a wave of your hand, offering the leader an apologetic smile, tapping your drumsticks on your lap, "ignoring the "girlfriend" part because she isn't, but she did say she'd be here soon."

chaewon merely gives an unconvinced hum, inspecting her microphone while kazuha tunes her bass guitar, eunchae tests her keyboard, and sakura practices rifts on her electric guitar. you tap your drumsticks on the cymbal a little nervously.

"i'm here!" a loud voice announces, as huh yunjin finally runs in, her hair looking messed up, her clothes ruffled, and her own electric guitar lugging along with her on one shoulder. chaewon purses her lips at the scene, but you simply leap from your chair and towards yunjin.

the taller girl closes her eyes and braces for a lecture, but all she feels is gentle hands weaving through her hair. she opens her eyes and looks into yours. you don't look mad...?

"huh yunjin," you whisper.

"hm?" she hums dazedly, her cheeks turning a warm pink when your hands move to pat at her wrinkled clothes.

"what's your excuse this time?" sakura chimes instead, stealing your question from you. at this, yunjin smiles sheepishly, sneaking a glance at you for advice on how to approach this, but all you give her is a slight nod. she sighs.

"i actually have a very good excuse for this and, well....i-"

"she was picking something up for me," you answer for her, with your back still facing the rest of the band. yunjin looks at you, failing to hide her relieved expression, and you shake your head at her before turning around and having a staring contest with chaewon.

the leader sighs and gestures for the both of you to get on stage, "just don't make a habit of it, please, that was the third time this week, jen."

"yes ma'am," the blond electric guitarist nods with a grin, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and running to the stage before you could reprimand her.

you huff, rubbing your cheek, and you make your way back to your drums, deciding to talk to her privately about it later.

you take no notice of how hot your cheeks felt, and you certainly pretend that you're unaware of yunjin's stares.

"I can't keep covering for you, yunjin," you mumble, patting gently at the cut on her cheek. she lets out a pained whine as you do so, but you don't let up.

yunjin doesn't say anything at first, not when you're in such a...compromising position.

'is this on purpose?' she thinks, because between you straddling her lap and treating her stinging wounds, it's either the pain or how horredously down bad she is that's making her this dizzy.

and your face was terribly close. she swallows, not making direct eye contact with you.

"hey," your lips curl into a small smirk, and yunjin makes the mistake of looking up. her cheeks immediately color when her gaze locks with yours, "you've been uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal with me today."

you bandage her cheek carefully, then moving on to the small gash on her stomach.

"may I?"

her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she lifts up her own shirt for you, and you roll your eyes playfully at how dramatic she's being. you feel her squeeze your arm when you disinfect it, with you biting your lower lip in concentration.

"is this really necessary?" she finally gathers the courage to ask, and she gestures to you sitting on her lap as though it wasn't your first time.

"why?" you whisper, finishing up the first-aid, the tip of your nose touching hers, "does it bother you, spiderwoman?

and yunjin tries. she tries her absolute hardest not to give in, because she wonders if this was all a game to you. she wonders if yesterday night had happened at all.

yunjin doesn't know why you're so calm when she had just saved your life.

she had thought that after the shock of almost being burgled, you'd be shaking like every other person would be. but instead, here you were, sitting on the edge of your fire escape, offering her half your sandwich.

she's hanging upside down, her mask only lifted high enough for her lips to be visible as she quietly accepts the food after you refused to take back your offer.

"can i ask you a question?"

yunjin nods slowly, "go ahead."

"are you always this caring towards the people you save?"

she's caught off-guard by the question and grateful that the mask was hiding her flustered expression.

"...i don't know what you mean."

you raise an eyebrow, a shit-eating grin on your face, though it did look a little strange for her from this angle, "really? well, do you bring every single one of them home? and stay a while? do you somehow know all their addresses? are you secretly a stalker?"

yunjin rolls her eyes underneath her mask, but her heart is racing. were you implying that you knew it was her?

knowing she wasn't sure of what to say, you lean closer to her masked face, and yunjin swears that she hears your breathing get slightly shaky.

"jennifer," you whisper, relishing in the way she tenses up visibly, "you know you're terrible at hiding things and how you're feeling, right?"

the last bit of sandwich she has in her hand drops, and she catches it with her web and a small yelp, making you giggle. her jaw hangs open and she racks her head, thinking how she could save this.

but, she knows, if there is any chance of anyone ever knowing about her secret, it would be you.

"how did you know?" she manages to say, her lips pursing.

"let's just say you're pretty obvious," you say, "at least, to me. and in more than one way."

"your voice, your mannerisms, and the subtle hints..."

yunjin finds herself staring at your lips. 'oh my god,' she thinks, mentally facepalming, 'is this really the best time to be dreaming about kissing her, huh yunjin?'

"wait, what?" oh. how articulate.

you let out a soft laugh at her dumbfounded tone, and she finds herself moving closer, and closer.

"if you already know who i am," you can feel her warm breath on your lips, "and you know how i feel, then, what are you going to do about it?"

"i can think of something," you say, staring at her lips, and she finally closes the gap, her lips hesitantly brushing against yours, before you cup her cheeks with your hands and you pull her close.

god, an upside down kiss. she could literally die happy now.

she could hardly register what's happening before you pull away. her lips chase yours, but you only giggle before gently pulling her mask off. there she is, the person who's been plaguing your daydreams.

"wanna come in and talk?"

"...more kisses?"

"mhm, if we talk."

"deal."

unfortunately, your roommate had called from inside, and she immediately pulls her mask back on. you're just about to apologise, but she shakes her head.

"tomorrow?" she asks, hopefully.

you pull her mask down again, just enough to give her one last kiss. she's almost afraid the web that's holding her up will break from how weak every part of her is feeling right now.

"tomorrow."

well, tomorrow was here. and fuck, she wants to kiss you again.

"wait," yunjin presses her index finger to your lips, "you promised we'd talk."

"right," you smile, opting for a kiss on her forehead instead, and she can feel the gears in her head screeching at this point, "sorry, you just look extremely kissable."

yunjin's hands settle hesitantly on your hips while your arms wrap around her neck, "what do you wanna talk about?"

"first of all," yunjin tilts her head, "what are we?"

"whatever you want," you tease, making her pout, to which you giggle, "okay, okay."

"jennifer huh," you say in a more serious voice, somehow making her posture straighten. you lean your forehead on hers, your voice laced with lovesick undertones that makes her heart melt, "i want to be your girlfriend."

yunjin can't stop herself from grinning.

"again."

"what?" you pull back a little to see her entire face. she looks happy. you love when she's happy.

"say it again," yunjin whispers breathlessly, her hand reaching up to cup the side of your face, her thumb brushing against your lips, "please."

"huh yunijn," your head feels fuzzy, but you nod as you humour her, shivering when her other hand starts playing with the hem of your shirt, "i want to be your girlfriend. that is, if you wa-"

she doesn't allow you to finish her sentence before she presses her lips to yours, making a surprised sound leave your throat. your hands tangle in her hair, and when you pull a little, you feel giddy when she whines softly.

this time, she pulls away first, but you don't chase her lips. you don't have to, anyway.

yunjin clears her throat, her blush getting redder as she gives a indifferent shrug, "sure, sure. yeah, that sounds good."

you scoff, slapping her shoulder playfully.

"okay! okay, i'm sorry, babe," yunjin pouts, and it's honestly terrifying how much of an effect she has on you already.

also. woah. babe. you're mentally giggling and kicking your feet at this point. not that you're ever gonna let her know.

"i want to be your girlfriend too," she kisses your cheek, "but, you do know what comes along with being spiderwoman's girlfriend, don't you?"

"enlighten me!"

"i mean, i'm somehow always in trouble, which means you could get into trouble, and it can and will be dangerous, and oh god, i wonder if we should even-"

"nuh uh," you interrupt, using your hand to cover her mouth.

her eyebrows furrow as she lets out muffled complaints, and you tsk at her, "you've already saved me once, jen. i'd trust you with my life. i've got your back and you have mine."

yunjin takes your hand off her mouth and she sighs in defeat, nodding, "you're right."

"aren't i always?" you question in faux offense and she snorts in return, looking at you with so much fondness that it made your heart ache.

she nuzzles her face into your neck and pulls you closer, "it means a lot, you know."

"i know."

"babe, please tell me you're almost here 🧍‍♀️"

you stand outside your home, weaving your hand through your hair, waiting for her reply. you look away from your phone and up at the sky, the blue appearing especially pretty today. then, suddenly, you see a small, dark-suited figure flying through the same sky.

you think you're hallucinating until you see the mask up close, and your eyes widen comically when your girlfriend swoops by and picks you up smoothly by your waist with one arm, her other one preoccupied with webbing. other than the deafening whistle of the air as you shot up, you hear her breathless, excited voice, "hi, babe!"

"y-yunjin!" you yelp when your legs almost land on top of a random car in traffic, "this is not what i meant by picking me up for practice!"

spiderwoman only laughs, fleeting and free, amd your breath hitches in your throat.

ah, fuck.

you bury your face in her neck, focusing on how warm and secure her arm felt around your waist instead.

"you owe me for putting me through this!"

"aw, come on! now, be honest, would you give this ride a 5 star rating?"

"yunjin!"

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Are my parents and I the assholes for insinuating that my aunt and uncle's dog should be put down?

I (21F) hate one of my aunt and uncle's current dogs. They rescue old racing dogs and have done for like 15 years now. Their first two dogs I loved. First one was a bitch in both senses of the word, but she was funny and well behaved when it was important. Second one was a true gentle giant and a lovely boy. The second pair they've adopted though are a nightmare.

Alice, the current bitch they have, has suffered some form of trauma in her past. There are three years missing from her medical history and she's got some scars, so we'll never know exactly what happened but something did. She's a very nervous dog. She can be a sweetie, and they were making progress with her until they got the new one. Alice, however, does what more dominant dogs around her do, which has become a problem.

Enter Blue. Blue is genuinely dangerous. Blue snaps with no previous warning and tries to kill things. My family all know about dogs, this isn't us misreading his body language, he is giving no warning then going for the throat. He's taken a particular dislike to mum (who is usually a bit of a dog whisperer) and has got her in the hand a few times. Blue also tries to kill any dog who doesn't share his breed. We were in a restaurant, sitting outside, Blue saw a Beagle and before any of us could do anything he'd pulled my uncle backwards off of his chair and dragged him towards this poor dog. My uncle is a big man, 6" and not thin, so you can imagine the strength it took for Blue to drag him like a doll (the Beagle and owner got away DW).

I've disliked Blue for a while, but what made me actually hate him was that, when my aunt and uncle came to see us just after our own elderly dog had passed, Blue walked into our sitting room and pissed on the carpet. He's house trained and has never done this before. I think he was doing it territorially because he could smell that our dog was dead. I've never wanted to kick an animal before, but I did then and had to excuse myself before I caused a scene.

Cut to yesterday. We were in the pub having a family meal. Blue is muzzled now in public after the last restaurant incident. There was a family sitting across the room from us with a very little girl, 3 or 4 years old I'd say. She was looking at Alice and trying to get her attention from across the room. As her mum got up to take her to the toilet, the girl pointed at our table and asked to see the dogs. Her mum asked us if it was okay. My aunt agreed. The little girl came over. Alice immediately hid under the table.

My aunt was like "ooh sorry, she's shy, why don't you say hello to Blue".

Blues head pops up. The mum sees he's wearing a muzzle and tries to pull her daughter away from him but the kid was too quick and went to pat him on the head. He was super chill with it, pressed into her palm like he wanted harder pets, then with no warning growl, no tensed up body language, nothing, just lunges for the kid.

Obviously she's terrified. The mum is terrified and pulls her away. My uncle grabs hold of Blue's leash and my aunt is ineffectually going "oh no blue bad boy" over and over. My parents jumped up to help the mum and the little girl. I grabbed Alice so she couldn't start copying Blue. We all got kicked out of the pub.

We were standing on the street outside when my parents and I started laying into my aunt about how irresponsible that was. She is like "he'll never become accustomed to humans if he's locked away". Dad shouted that he doesn't get to maul someone to learn that lesson. She scoffed and said he had the muzzle. I said it takes one piece of brittle plastic before he gets put down. My aunt told us all to fuck off and stormed off in the opposite direction. My uncle took Alice from me and followed her.

My aunt made a passive aggressive series of Facebook posts about how all dogs deserve care, and how everyone lashes out when exposed to trauma, then blocked mum (only Facebook user in our house).

I don't think we're the assholes, but I know I'm very biased, because I genuinely hate that dog and would be quite happy to hear it had moved on, whether that be to a different home or the afterlife, I'm not picky.

So awta?

What are these acronyms?

[fish-eat-fish]

Leo Valdez x Daughter of apollo hcs?

Solangelo being overprotective older brothers and stalking their every move

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ Leo Valdez x daughter of Apollo reader Headcanons!

tags: fluff, apollo kid, healing powers obv

wc: 621

a/n: this is probably formatted atrociously but i whipped this up before work so don’t mind it :,( THANK YOU FOR THE PJO REQUEST BTW, i can’t wait to start writing actual fics. leo valdez first obviously… i never know how to really do headcanons so bare with me

☆ ⋆ ★

☆ Leo Valdez had an incredibly notorious reputation for being not so popular with the ladies as he claimed to be…

☆ You didn’t stray very far from this belief… that is until you had the chance of formally interacting with him

☆ I imagine after a game of Capture the Flag, he waltzed into your cabin with an injury

☆ You just happened to be the closest there, so you took up the task of healing him

☆ Immediately you noticed how clumsy he seemed to be around you, which you found weird

☆ He definitely awkwardly flirted with you, and the pick up lines were so atrocious you let out a laugh

☆ “You just laughed! I so made you laugh. So that means you like me right?” He teased.

☆ You tightly wrapped his injured arm and worked your healing magic

☆ He couldn’t help but gaze at your concentrated face as you worked, mesmerized by the way the sun shone through the cabin windows and onto your skin

☆ When you were done, you bid him a farewell, although he did a LOT of stalling

☆ With a good first impression of him, you seemed to notice strangely that he’d come in a lot more often for injuries that were very minor

☆ Forget about physical injuries… he’d come in just for minor things, whether it be a headache, stomachache, anything of that sort

☆ “I swear I have a temperature! Check me.” He’d bark at you, grabbing your hand and moving it to his skin

☆ You of course knew he wasn’t physically sick, but you couldn’t help but chuckle at his insistence

☆ You’d roll your eyes at him, “Just don’t overexert yourself and drink plenty of water and get enough sleep.”

☆ He frowned whenever you finished up a check-up, making more excuses for you to see him some other time

☆ He definitely acted casual around you outside of the Apollo cabin, coincidentally running into you during games or during dinner

☆ Made you laugh across the Dining Pavilion which made Will to suspiciously look between the two of you

☆ Will Solace knew right away that Leo was interested in you, more than the other girls, and that you were entertaining him back

☆ Nico and Will were hanging out in the Apollo cabin themselves when you were preparing to visit him for once at his cabin instead

☆ “You’re gonna get a weapon made? Sureee…” Will said suspiciously, to which Nico picked up on right away. You of course brushed them off…

☆ Not a big surprise when Leo nervously kissed you before you went on a quest

☆ You wanted to strangle him for pulling that act before you left for a few weeks, but you happily kissed back

☆ When you got back… things were awkward, but sweet

☆ He still made you laugh, you still made him feel loved and cared for, whether it was through your healing touch or your genuine care for him

☆ Also pretty sure you saw Nico and Will high five each other when you two kissed? Could’ve been bad timing

☆ You’re the first person to check up on him, naturally so with your nurturing personality

☆ He melts at your voice but tries to hide it, nodding and pretending he doesn’t care when you reprimand for not taking care of himself

☆ Kisses you gently on the forehead or grabs your hand to kiss which he uses to stop you from ranting at him about his health

☆ Kissing on the lips is still awkward and scary for him but he gets comfortable quick, and you don’t mind at all <3

[chenyann]

Kiss me like you mean it!!

All NRC Boys♡

|°Rumor:Seems like you're stuck under the mistletoe with some certain boys~ let's see how this goes shall we? |°Rumor warning:gn!reader, cussing, kissing,suggestive(?) But still sfw,ooc(?),Spelling error and othro is platonic as always. |°Ads:I know I havent done half of the list of the count down! But things down go as planned sometimes. I hope yall enjoy this as much as I enjoyed making it! [Countdown list here!] (Also if I hear about how this is one day late I'm gonna steal ur fridge)

Riddle!

He wouldn't be the one to point it out so if you want to kiss him you will have to tell him what yall  are standing under.

Once you do tell him, he just blinks.

You're just standing there like a fool. 

“Riddle, you don't need to” you muttered as you waited, there is a giant elephant in the room and its that mistletoe. If that mistletoe wasn't there you wouldn't have asked and embarrassed yourself. “Riddle….?”

you were embarrassed okay, I would be embarrassed too if I told someone there was a mistletoe, implying that I wanna kiss them and they just stay quiet. Making me look stupid while I wait for a reply.

“NO.”

Don't think he won't, because after you told him he didn't need to, made it a challenge. He is swallowing his pride and he is gonna kiss you gosh-darn-it!

He is giving the quickest peck on the corner of your lips and bolting away with the excuse that he saw  ace breaking rule 147.

(Ace didn't do anything plz go help him)

Trey!

Oh he noticed it

He just stands there not knowing what to do.

Should he give you a kiss???  Should he ask you??? Should he just not?? Guys, is he panicking???

Cater is in the corner just giving him a thumbs up-

Cater isn't helpful at all during this situation-

Then you make the situation worse by pointing it out

Should he just???? 

He asks if he can kiss you [“omg but i hate tr*y, I would never”  I don't wanna hear this grinch haired man slander again]

Once you give him consent he will give you an alright kiss-

It's kinda messy and quick, he kind of kissed more of your cheek than your lips but hey it's a start.

Would 100% move his glasses as a way to play it off. Lucky for him Cater comes by and saves the day before trey embarrasses himself-

“Seems like Cater needs me for something. I'll talk to you later.”

Ace!

The most smug grin is on his face when he noticed the mistletoe.

“Oh, y/n~” Ace teased while pointing up towards the mistletoe. He kept eye contact while he kept joking about his cheek kiss. 

He has zero shame.

That is until you actually give him a cheek kiss, how he is as silent as a mouse after you made the move. Until he realized he could have actually gotten a kiss on the lips.

Before you walk away he grabs your hand, omg this is ur main character moment!!

He doesn't say anything.

He just stands there like a little goober^^ (plz have someone help him) 

After standing there for five minutes he finally says something,“Another…….” you're there  just processing it. Did he really just ask- no…demand another kiss???

Yes. Yes he did. When you comply and give him another kiss he is happy as a claim!

He will tease you ALOT though-

“wow y/n, YOU wanted to kiss me that badly huh” he teased with a giant smile, pink tinted his ears and cheeks but it seemed like he hasn't noticed it yet.

But if you love him enough try not to mind it, it's out of love promise<3

Deuce!

he won't notice? I think ??? It's half-half I'm sure he would but another part of me thinks so-

So for the sake of the headcanon I will say that you noticed before he did! 

Once you point it out he is like: Oh! Oh……

That's the best way I can explain it-

If YOU give him a kiss (which you should bc I don't think he will be able to give you one) he will be very happy! He will also say you didn't need to, but deep down he was hoping to kiss you one way or another.

Tells his mom about it, his mom is delighted to hear about how his love life is going!!! Suddenly he has to go bc his mum is calling him.

“Oh, thank you y/n but my mom is calling bye!”

Cater!

Cater will pretend not to notice it.

But if you do ask him first he will pretend that he just saw it.

“Oh! Y/nnie I didn't even notice it!”

I think he would ask you where you want to be kissed and if you wanna be kissed because he is very supportive of consent! (Consent is cool guys)

Makes it the most hallmark type of kiss he can. He will hold your cheek with his hand, maybe even brush some hair away from your face, even go as far to hold your waist???

 All I'm saying is he will make you feel like you are the center of the universe. That you are the most special person in this domain.

“Well did you enjoy cay cay's little treat?” Cater teased with his signature smile, he grabbed your hand and gave it a quick kiss before running off. “I HOPE YOU DID, BUT CAY CAY JUST SAW A PERFECT PHOTO OPPORTUNITY BYE BYE!”

Leona!

He actually fell asleep under it. But he still points it out while you're under it- “herbivore, look up.” oh he enjoyed how the expression of your face changed so quickly.

I honestly think he doesn't really care about these things, he just wants to toy with you. So if you were to give him a kiss, he wouldn't care that much about it.

But if you demand a kiss that's when he is a bit cocky and much more awake. “The herbivore is finally getting bold huh?” he teased, with half lidded eyes as if he was falling asleep. Oh he will make you work for that kiss y/n, he will tell you to bring him a drink and maybe some food, trying turning the music down ect ect. 

But after all that work he will give you a kiss, but not on the lips tho…

He will kiss the corner of your lips just to play with ya!

If you want a more proper kiss be ready to do more chores though, but hey ruggie seems to like that idea he is already hitting the buffet table!!

Once you do those chores (again) He will give you a kiss on the lips, not too quick but not too long. It wasn't enjoyable when Leona started to pinch you though-

After all of that Leona just goes to his room to sleep because the party is too loud.

Ruggie!

He is doing things for Leona, getting some random loose change that fell off the floor and checking out the buffet– so to put it in simple terms he is busy, but that doesn't mean he isn't observant. Oh he noticed that mistletoe, yes and he has a great plan. *add grinch smile here*

“Y/n! There is a spot right here” ruggie shouts as he sees you wandering around like a headless chicken. “Thanks ruggie” you said as you sat down with him. 

He is gonna play off that he didn't just trick you to sit under the mistletoe with him, after sometime of silence he speaks up about the mistletoe.

You're just looking up thinking about how you didn't notice it-

If you give him a cheek kiss he would be okay with it, he won't pester you into giving him a kiss on the lips but he really wished you did.

BUT IF YOU GAVE HIM A KISS ON THE LIPS HOOT DOGGY, he is very happy about it!!! His ears are perked up while he mutters incoherent words. 

Then the moment gets ruined by Leona texting him, you can hear a faint “really now Leona” from ruggie yet in the end he complies, but not before giving you another sweet peck on the lips!

Jack!

I don't think he will really notice-

But he does notice it when you walk under it and comment on the decor. 

He will actually comment on it now. Like oh! A mistletoe- 

After getting some courage he will ask if you want to be kissed but it's somewhat shy, like there will be moments where he goes silent because he doesn’t know how to explain properly.

His kisses are actually very sweet, it's quick yet filled to the brim with love. Jack will also scowl at anyone who makes jokes about you.

I feel like he would want to keep that moment to himself, that is until he heard the not so hushed whispers of a group of first years.

“see, he did it pay up ace” “Epel you cheated!” Ace mumbled by the booth, Deuce looked at those two and back at yall hoping yall won't hear them. “I DONT GET THE PLEASURE PEOPLE GET BY THIS” you heard sebeks booming voice say, Jack sighed as he walked off rubbing the back of his neck.

Azul!

This party is at the monstro lounge. He knows every little thing that was set up here and- WHY IS THERE A MISTLETOE IN HERE!?

Azul avoids it like the plague, he won't take it off mid party because people seem to enjoy it (pretend they're females there too)  but it doesn't help when the Leech twins start pestering him about it-

“Azul did you put that up..?” one asked while the other butted in “You should go under it with shrimpy!” Azul felt years fly off his life trying to explain to those two– well, mainly just floyd. But jade wasn't any better!

Now here he is under the mistletoe with you, like he is feeling like he is the center of attention and that there are eyes staring holes through him. When in reality he is just very nervous.

You just point out the mistletoe and then he starts panicking. 

(Side note if you want someone to leave you alone just start acting crazy. "THERE'RE IN THE WALLS, CHECK THE WALLS!" They are going to leave you alone, or call the police but at least you're not with them anymore) 

You will have to be the one to kiss him. But first, consent- listen this man is literally having a panic attack, calm him down, inform him that nobody is judging him and then ask for consent. Your first priority is to calm him down and your last one is that kiss.

“ummmmmmm……..” Azul said after you asked him, his eyes dart around making sure that nobody is watching him- he kept silent until he slowly nodded.

When you kiss him he kisses back, azul is no longer tense and he is mainly just sinking into the kiss. That was until yall heard a certain pair of eels snickering to themselves and whispering (very loud) to each other. 

Azul adjusts his glasses before stomping to them and dragging those two in the vip room. Likely to try to lecture them (he fails)

Azul kissing you was actually quite soft and cute, he was a little timid at first but then got more bold with time.

Jade!

Don't kiss him. Just don't. He will point out the mistletoe but just run away.

“Oh look, it seems we are under a mistletoe” he teased you with a sharp tooth grin, a grin that said he was up to something. 

You're just looking around confused.

He would make you kiss him, or maybe he would kiss you if he was feeling nice-

(the short y/ns)

Of course you would give him a little kiss kiss, but he doesn't help one bit. You are trying to kiss him but he doesn't lean down, he doesn't offer you a boost. He won't help you one bit, he just looks down at your suffering with a grin. HE THINKS ITS FUNNY!? 

You were just there hopping until you finally gave up, but no. Jade will finally give you a kiss and it's a good one too trust me. He may just nibble your lip to keep you on your toes, he will pull back slightly so you can feel his breath on your lips. Was it worth it though???

(For the tall y/ns)

He will just swoop down and kiss you, again another hallmark kisser. But of course he will tease you, before actually kissing you. When he does kiss you, he will kiss your hand and try to walk away. But if you really want a proper kiss you will have to stop him and demand a kiss, because he won't do it unless you stop him. When he swoops down and kisses you he will also nibble your lip and maybe even hold your wrist for a good measure. 

He then walks away before you can say anything, walks away to his little gossip group (Azul and floyd).

But nonetheless that kiss was honestly very nice, short yet nice, perfect but not robotic. Honestly it felt quite amazing.

“jade where were you?” Azul asked with his eyebrow raised, jade puts on his usual business smile while looking back at you still under that mistletoe. “I have no idea what you mean Azul, I was with you this whole time.”

Floyd!

He is definitely the one that points it out.

Another one with no shame.

He is very much demanding a kiss, his mood will change quickly once you say yes-

“Awww koebi-chan you're so sweeettttt!” Floyd said as he slicked his arm around your shoulders from behind, “floyd if you keep standing behind me I can't kiss you” you muttered as you squirmed around in his hold. 

(For the short y/ns)

He will be kind and lean down for you, unlike another eel we know. But he will actually pick you up because he was quote-on-quote tired of leaning down.

So now you're just being held, the kiss had ended three minutes ago but floyd just slung you over his shoulder and now you're stuck there.

(For the tall y/ns)

He will look at you waiting for you kiss him and when you do he is enjoying it! His kiss is very greedy and sloppy. He also bit your lip multiple times-

But not when you go and pull away, now that's no fun.  He would grab your hand so quickly and pull you back to him, then he hears Azul call for him. He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder and now yall are off to find his boss.

“ah there you are floyd– why is y/n on your shoulder?” Azul asked, “Oh hey Azul, can you tell floyd to put me down” you felt floyd's grip tighten as you asked Azul that. Floyd huffed and sat you down “you're no fun shrimpy”. 

Promise to make it up to him later okay!

Kalim!

Oh kalim

The boy that is literally like the sun<3

He didn't notice because he was way too busy buzzing around going place to place greeting everyone! (Actually kalim is the host and he hosted it at the lounge-)

Jamil is somewhere we don't know where tho-

But as soon as kalim sees you minding your own business he goes straight to you, apologizing to everyone he bumped into while running towards your direction. 

Oh he just loves seeing you at the parties he throws!

Seeing you at his events gives him such joy that nobody can compare too♡

“y/n! You made it!” kalim said, still quite far away from you. He is practically yelling across the room over everyone but nobody seems to have minded it. “Oh, hey kalim!” you said, watching him run towards you with a big smile. That was until he got hit in the face by a random plant-

…..

You're silent. He's silent…

“Oh y/n it's a mistletoe!” kalim beamed at the small plant. “Would you like your kiss?” you asked. Kalim of course said yes bc like??? Who wouldn't say yes???

He will giggle during the whole process because he is so happy! Once you get close enough he will hold your face in his hands. His kiss is very very sweet. It's like finding a warm sunny spot on a cold day. It's filled with happiness and lots of energy, he still has your face in his hold while yall pull away. But instead of letting go he showers you with little kisses across your face with a big smile on his.

That moment lasts a while until jamil comes out of nowhere-

“kalim I was looking for you” Jamil said after a long sigh, “Jamil guess what! There was a mistletoe and- ” kalim started but before he could finish Jamil cut him off. “We can talk about that later just hurry up and come with me”

He waves bye to you and everything<33

But someone help Jamil tho, he has had to listen to kalim go on and on about you for the past few hours-

Jamil!

Jamil is too busy getting gray hairs to notice a small plant hanging from who knows where.

So you will have to point it out y/nnie<3

If you do catching him on his break of babysitting kalim and just so happens he is under the mistletoe with you then you better speak up fast-

When you tell him he is a mix of embarrassed that he didn't notice it and like what do you mean by kiss?

“jamil look what we are standing under. '' You teased, he looked up and saw a small plant above yall that looked a little too similar to a mistletoe. “is that a mistletoe..?” he muttered to himself as he looked back at you patiently waiting for your little kiss kiss.

He complies after some convincing, his kisses are quite indescribable. It's soft yet quick, cool yet it has a venomous bite to it. There is no telling what he really is trying to convey with that kiss, at first. 

After a few moments goes by and he gets out of his shell, his kiss becomes more tender and warm. To the point it felt scalding, not in a bad way, oh no. It felt like the warm sun had blessed you with its touch. You felt him get more bold in the kiss as he grabbed your hand.

That was until his perfect moment got crushed by kalim, he goes on auto pilot and tries to find him before he does something dumb-

Vil!

I think he would notice it, would he go and point it out tho? No, I didn't think so.

But when you somehow teleport near him and point it out that's when he shows interest.

Is this planned..?? Is it that you wanted to kiss him this while time and now was the prefect moment…?? Oh he is very smug now, you just unknowingly gave him an ego boost..

“Vil look we are under a mistletoe” you exclaimed with a smile, he looks back at you with a bit of suspension before looking up at the small plant. Could you have really planned all of this out….yes– just look at you being with joy about getting to kiss vil

“Y/n did you plan this” vil said with a smirk, amused at your attempt to get his attention. (Even tho you didn't even do anything and that you in fact didn't plan this) “no?” you said feeling a bit on the spot, “nonetheless ill play along” he says before gently grabbing your jaw.

He is a great kisser- 

Guys we all know it, he is an actor and he sure as hell knows how to kiss someone and make it feel amazing.

He has grabbed your chin, looked deep into your eyes and gave you the most toe curling kiss ever. It made you feel like you are on cloud 9 with the most precious things in life! His kiss felt like the spring of life and you were in full bloom, it was soft and elegant, slow and passionate. It was certainly amazing.

He will tell you to run along after the kiss, it's not that he didn't like kissing you. He enjoyed it alot but what he isn't gonna enjoy are those rumors about him dating you but then again, he doesn't think they're half bad.

Epel!

He noticed it too, he was actually eyeing it for the past 10 minutes.

He is another one to have no shame-

He will see you by that mistletoe and he is sprinting to it just to get your kiss, he didn't want anyone else stealing that kiss. 

“Oh hey epel-” you said as you saw him, okay epel act cool like you didn't notice it so y/n can kiss you.“We are under a mistletoe.” FUCK! 

You look at him, he looks at you. It's awkward. 

“Did you want a kiss?” you asked, epel just nodded and you took it as a yes. You give him a kiss on the cheek and-HOLD IT! don't act like you're about to get away with giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He is grabbing your wrist and demanding an actual kiss. 

If you do give him a kiss on the lips he is very very happy

He also brags about it to the other first years but we won't get into all of that now ^^;

He will now ask for another kiss at the most random times just to show off to everyone.

Definitely tells and tries to get advice from his lovely granny<333

Rook!

He sees it, I actually think he was the first one to ever notice it being there. Now he has made it his mission to find out something he has been wondering for a long time.

Are your lips soft?

Listen it's not in a weird way okay, normally he can tell every little thing about everyone just by watching them but you, he just can't for some reason the only thing he can focus on is your lips. 

He is like the human version of Pepé Le Pew with that mistletoe around.

So naturally he sets a trap for you like the amazing hunter he is!

“salut trickster! ” Rook says from right behind you, “Oh hey rook” you said as you finally noticed that he was behind you, you turned to look at him only to be met with a cheeky grin. “rook…? What are you up to? `` you asked, “non non mon ami, you wound me because I'm up to nothing!” Rook exclaimed with a fake pout, “mais.. (but) while I have you, I need your assistance with something.”

You knew Rook was up to no good when he asked that, but you agreed. Now here you are standing by a wall while Rook talks to vil about something.

Vil has no idea why rook is suddenly talking about how he reminds him of a peacock but he listens-

After rook is done with his little "chat" with vil he walks back to you but, oh my! Is that a mistletoe!

“Oh mon! It seems like we are under a mistletoe trickster!” Rook gasped, as he put his hand to his mouth. Acting as if he was in shock, he stared at you dramatically.

He feels so excited getting a kiss from you!!!! He is practically buzzing with excitement, his eyes are watching your every movement. 

When you kiss him he is very happy. 

He will be someone who makes the kiss special, it would be a little long so he can feel the softness of your lips a little longer, he will be the type to hold your chin. 

Once yall pull away he is showering you with praise about how soft your lips are. 

Then swoops away because he saw epel damaging his beauty-

Idia!

He didn't even come- so there is no headcanons

Well in some reality Ortho pulls out a giant beam and threatened idia to go to the party in person. This is how it would be like!

That mistletoe has to be in a corner because that's where idia has been this whole time. You walk up to him being the kind soul you are<3

He stinks of hot cheetos and energy drinks. I'm sorry yall didn't need to know that-

But nonetheless you wander up to him, that's when you notice it– the mistletoe. 

“isn't that a mistletoe” you asked yourself, idia looks up at the plant as his eyes grew wide. “do you know what that means idia?” you teased, but when you looked back at him he was even more pressed on the corner. You noticed how it looks like he was shaking.

“Idia don't worry I was just joking with you ” you tried to calm him down the best you could, but his hair kept on flaming one-hundred shades. 

It was tense as you sat in silence in that corner.

He looks at you and you look at him, like does he think you're about to do something to him???😭

Yall just stare at each other.

“Idia…?” you asked as he started mumbling nonsense like “this so isn't a pro gamer move-” “I'm acting alot like Kari from Kairi won't speak because he is shy, yet gets a harem for some reason now someone tells how he did it ” “please I probably look so cringe..” He then went silent for a moment before hardly saying “...but this is my chance to be harmi from romantic hot boys academy club for the rich.”

Does he want the kiss or not???? He is sending mixed signals!!!!

“idia do want me to kiss you or not” Listen, you are getting fed up with waiting, does he want to smooch you or not!? 

He just looks around. Is he ignoring you? Kinda. He is just check if everyone is judging him or not, he then speaks: “yeah sure whatever”

That was a quick mood change. You suddenly get close and whoop his hair is now pink again.

You give him a peck and his head just flings away as soon as yall touch lips. “you must have low standards to kiss me lol”

Did he just insult you….?

“So I have low standards for liking you? I have low standards by wanting to kiss you”

He is now just a bubbling mess, his hair is wild pink and it almost feels scalding. He didn't expect you to answer like that. He is muttering incoherent things under his breath as he walked away-

Ortho!

ORTHO IS AND ALWAYS WILL BE PLATONIC

he does notice it and he will tell you.

You give him a little smooch on the forehead and next thing you know he is gone. He is just with idia trying to get him to stand under the mistletoe so he can have a forehead kiss too<3

Actually his battery went up by 13 percent when you gave him that forehead kiss.

[Cue idia being dragged across the room by a small robot boy “Nii Chan, you are going under that mistletoe.”]

Malleus!

Oh he saw it, but he doesn't really know what it's used for? You being the kind soul you are, you explained to him that he has to kiss you.

He isn't saying no 

In Fact he will kiss you with no shame.

Another hallmark kisser, but this one brings off more of a black and white 1900s drama kisser. He is holding your chin, looking into your eyes and smiling down at you.

Will kiss you in the most gentle yet greedy way he could, he will pull away once you are out of breath. 

“Did I do it correctly, child of a man?” he mumbled not too far from your lips, his eyes had a certain glint watching your every move as you felt your face get hot. “yeah…” you muttered.

Now everyone is looking at yall bc you just kissed THE MALLEUS DRACONIA, *cue a crying screaming sebek*.

He will just be on his way acting like it wasn't a big deal, he doesn't understand why everyone is looking at you and him strange because he thinks that kissing under that plant was normal.

“child of a man, why is everyone staring at us like that?” Malleus asks with a hint of sadness in his voice, “Maybe because you kissed me?” he sat there and thought about what you said for a moment then spoke again: “So I did it wrong.” There was a small frown present on his face, “no Malleus, you didn't do it wrong.. it's just that you're a prince so you can do limited things in public.” you said, Malleus sat there for a moment before speaking “public, so I'll have to kiss you in private?......then meet me in my room in an hour, I'll be waiting for you.”

Would tell Lilia about it even though he was not too far away watching yall-

Lilia!

He knew it was there, because he was the one to put it up there-

Actually he even lead you under it and pretended not to know it was there😭

“Oh my, y/n look at what we're standing under! Fufufu, you know what that means right~” 

He gives you the most toe curling kiss, I swear those 100+ years of life gave him some kissing skills.

He will grab your jaw, maybe even play with your hair, he will also  let his hand trace your torso to tease you. But not once will he pull away from that kiss, he will likely pull away when you squirm abit too much.

You're just gasping for air-

“fufufu, y/n~! You didn't inform me you can kiss quite good”

He then went off somewhere when you weren't looking, but don't worry he will come back to tease you later.

Silver!

He accidentally fell asleep under it, bless his heart. He was trying to stay up so badly too<33

Lilia had you look for silver because he didn't want him getting trampled-

“ah there you are, sliver- sliver wake up…?” you said as you patted him awake, his eyes softly opened as he looked up at you. “Are you alright?” Silver nodded in response to your question, he sat up and whiped the tiredness from his eyes as he observed his surroundings. 

He then finds the mistletoe, I think he is the type to point it out nonchalantly-

Then you noticed it, if he asks you if you wanted to kiss him nod yes trust me you won't be disappointed! 

If you do say yes, he will hold you ever so slightly and kiss you. The kiss is long but light, sloppy yet sweet. He will place his hand over yours for a sweet moment. 

He then hears sebek yelling for him so he has to go. 

“Bye y/n, we will talk later” he said as he kissed your hand and disappeared in the crowd.

Sebek!

He is one to notice it but act like it isn't there. I also think he wouldn't really care about human traditions unless Malleus is actually very fond of them, that's when he showed interest and his surprising vast knowledge of human traditions that his father likely showed him. 

But then Lilia points it out (and has to explain the concept to sebek) 

He is very loud about the whole thing. "I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO KISS YOU HUMAN" He yelled, making half of the room stare at yall like you're some weirdos for announcing it.

Very bold until he actually has to kiss you. When the time comes he is kinda a mess, but being a knight (in training) of lord Malleus he has to do it (he doesn't) He is under the thought of 'Lilia told me about it so he obviously wants me to kiss this human and follow the tradition.' And he isn't really the wrong, Lilia just wants some drama tonight and what better cup of tea is sebek having is first kiss with the magicless ramshackle prefect<3

Gives you a quite nice kiss on the corner of your lips and bolts away.

“I HAVE TO GO SEE IF WAKA SAMA IS ALRIGHT!” 

[buckyseddie]

made for each other

pairings — jj maybank x fem!kook!reader, featuring bff!kiara carrera x bff!fem!kook!reader and bff!sarah cameron x bff!fem!kook!reader

summary — in which, they don't like each other until they learn about each other's trauma and they become something else entirely.

word count — 3.9k words.

warnings — enemies to friends to lovers trope, kie and sarah are her best friends, use of pet-names [sweetheart, baby], bickering, angst, fluff, reader is a kook but she lives at kie's house with her, reader isn't in her parents life but jj doesn't know this, reader is really nice and genuine, jj's really mean in this sorry, abusive parents, jj calls reader a bitch, love confession from jj, both of them being in denial of their feelings, john b is the leader of their relationship, reader has self-image and self-confidence issues, reader calls jj by his last name a few times, cuddles, forehead kisses, the reader kisses jj but it's like a peck, everyone's super supportive, small mentions of mental health.

notes — hey guys!! i'm rewatching obx, so i decided to write out one of the jj requests i got, so here it is. quick thing, i know it was requested that the reader is a pogue, but i changed her to be a kook so that it works with the storyline i'm writing for this fic! also, i know it was requested that none of the pogues like the reader, but i changed that a little. i hope this is okay because i felt that it would make more sense. i hope you enjoy it and sorry about the minor changes! gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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SOMETIMES, SHE REALLY HATED HIM.

like right now.

she didn't know what she did to make him hate her so much.

[y/n] is probably one of the sweetest people anyone could ever meet — despite everything she's been through.

and [y/n] has done nothing to him — she's been so genuinely sweet to him the entire time, ever since they met.

but, since they've met, jj has only been cruel to her.

she'd been hanging out with the pogues, like she always has.

although, today was the first time that jj was around — anytime she was around, jj would make up an excuse to not hang out with his friends.

but, this time, john b was forcing him to hang out with her around.

john b didn't say a word about having to be nice, though.

and the second [y/n] said something that he could make a comment about, he did.

and boy, did it do more than hurt her feelings.

he made some messed up comment about her using kiara, for staying at her house.

[y/n] scoffs with tears in her eyes, before she stands up to walk away.

"wait, [y/n]!" kiara calls before she can leave.

she shakes her head. "no, i'm not fucking taking this shit anymore. i've tried to be nice, even though he's an ass every damn time," she says angrily, motioning to jj, who's shrugging and smirking. "i'm done trying to prove myself to him."

and with that, she walks off.

she refuses to let him see her reaction to his comment, so she hurries to grab her stuff from the house, before she gets into her car and starts it and gets the hell out of there.

once she's gone, everyone turns to jj.

"what?" jj asks in defense, rolling his eyes at the frustrated look in kiara's eyes.

"why in the hell did you do that?!" she exclaims, walking over to him and smacking him on the head.

jj doesn't say anything, he just shrugs.

sarah scoffs. "you know, if you really knew her and what she's been through, you wouldn't hate her so much."

"so? she's a kook!" jj yells, raising his hands up in the air.

john b rolls his eyes. "yeah, and so is kie and sarah! but, they're nothing like those other asshole supremacists."

jj just shakes his head, refusing to accept that she's different, or to feel bad for being such a jerk.

—————

IT'S BEEN A FEW WEEKS, since the situation with jj.

and [y/n] hasn't spoken to anyone since.

although, one part of the reason why she wasn't hanging out with anyone wasn't just because of the fact that she was angry at jj — it was also because of her parents.

[y/n] was running low on a lot of things she needed.

and she already felt bad enough as it is, for borrowing some of kiara's things — she offered anything she needed without any hesitation.

so, she really had no choice.

it would be easy — kiara's parents were out and kiara herself was out with the pogues, and she'd only be there for a few minutes.

and of course she wasn't going to walk through the front door — that'd be stupid.

there's a built in ladder on the side of the house near her window.

so, when she got there — she walked, to not bring attention to herself — she sneaked over to said-ladder and quietly climbed up the ladder.

when she was near her window, she leaned against the ladder and tried with all of her might to quietly open her window.

when she did, she clumsily climbed inside, accidentally falling loudly onto the floor.

there wasn't enough time to gather her stuff and get out of there before her parents could find her.

panic filled her when her door creaked open and in walked in her father.

needless to say, things got really bad after that.

when she got back to the carrera's house, she locked herself inside the guest room — where she's been sleeping in.

she's currently leaning her back against the room's door, panicking with her hands shaking, while she tries to figure out how she's going to hide this.

the worst part is that she couldn't even get more stuff — she had to get out of there before anything else happened.

but, a loud knock and some yells at the front door shakes her out of her scared and stressed daze.

after realizing that no one else is home to answer, [y/n] shakily rushes over to the door, anxiety filling her.

"come on! open up!"

that voice makes her even more anxious — it's jj.

after [y/n] started ignoring everyone, kiara lectured him and told him that he needed to go apologize to her — he didn't dare say no because there's nothing more scary than the carrera girl when she's angry.

knowing that he's not going to stop until she listens, she takes in a deep breath, before she opens the door.

jj is shocked, to say the least, when he sees her face filled with bruises.

"what the fuck? where did you get those?"

[y/n] scoffs. "why? don't tell me you care." she sneers, crossing her arms over her chest.

"i may not like you, but that doesn't mean i'm heartless."

[y/n] ignores his words, leaning against the doorway. "why are you even here, jj? did you come back for a fight?" she questions angrily.

"no. kie wanted me to apologize." his voice is small and his eyes are cast to the ground.

"okay?" she says, laughing in frustration. "just tell her you did it and go."

he scoffs, shaking his head and looking away. "why are you being such a bitch?"

she snorts in disbelief. "why am i being one? seriously, jj?"

[y/n] scoffs when he shakes his head in clear confusion. "i've been nice, jj!" she exclaims, shaking her head at him with tears filling her eyes.

she clears her throat and shakes her head, tilting her head back and shutting her eyes to rid them of the tears.

then, she opens her eyes again and takes a deep breath.

"jj... " she trails off, gulping. "i have tried to be nice, okay? i have been nothing but nice. and you've just been cruel to me from the moment we met — every single chance you got."

guilt fills jj — he never really thought about the consequences of his actions.

in the past, jj never cared about the kooks. and he had no problem voicing that. especially spoiled and snotty ones.

but, now? well, it's been extremely hard, trying to tell the difference between the kooks that are just trying to live and can't help who they are and the ones that see themselves as more superior than anyone else.

a shaky sigh leaves his lips. "i'm sorry, okay? i... shouldn't have said those things to you. and especially what i said about you using kie — that was wrong."

"whatever, jj." she mumbles, not looking at him.

she backs away, moving to shut the door in his face. "just go, jj."

"wait!" he calls, stepping forward.

"no, jj. just... tell kie that you apologized and we can lie our asses off, saying that we're good, okay?" she mutters and backs further into the room, before shutting the door.

jj stands on the porch for a straight ten minutes, speechless and trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

—————

SHE SPENT DAYS LOCKED INSIDE the guest room.

but eventually, things got too complicated.

despite the fact that jj spends most of his time at the chateau, [y/n] moves out of the carrera's house and to john b's place.

jj was sleeping in the chateau, while [y/n] had just been sleeping on the hammock, outside.

and boy, were things tense and awkward between them.

[y/n] was doing everything she could to avoid jj, and jj was filled with guilt and trying to figure out what to do to fix things.

because despite how much he acted like he hates her, it was a lie.

maybe in the past, he could've lied and said that it was because of her being a kook.

but, that's not true — not anymore.

now, it's clear as day that he hated her because of how he feels about her.

"dude, are you going to talk to her?" john b asks, lightly tapping his leg in order to try to get his attention.

jj and john b had been sitting outside, quietly talking, but jj had been watching the quiet kook the entire time.

john b shakes his shoulder.

"huh? what?" jj asks confusedly, turning to face his best friend.

john b chuckles, rolling his eyes at him. "dude. you can't lie any longer — not to us and not to yourself."

"what are you talking about?" jj knits his eyebrows together in confusion.

"look, the only reason we let this fighting between the two of you go on for as long as it did is because everyone can see it." john b says, shrugging his shoulder.

"what the hell are you even talking about, bro?" jj questions, shoving him.

"the connection, jj! no matter how much you wanna deny it, there's something going on between you two."

"excuse me?" he asks, beginning to stand up.

john b stands up with him and grabs his shoulder.

"look, i'm not trying to, like, gang up on you or anything," he says, before nodding over to [y/n], who's staring numbly at the sun and nature. "but, you gotta be honest with yourself — and with her."

jj follows his nod, noticing the lonely girl sitting on the hammock.

"you've hurt her enough. be better — for her. if you don't want to admit your feelings, that's fine. but, she deserves a genuine apology from you and not that bullshit one you pulled at kie's last week."

jj sighs quietly, but nods.

john b claps him on the shoulder, before backing up towards the door. "just do right by her, alright, buddy?"

[y/n] quickly notices how quiet it is now — she could tell before that the boys were outside from the quiet talking coming from them.

she looks up and notices jj walking over to her.

her eyes widen and her mouth falls open in surprise and anxiety as she quickly turns away, mentally freaking out.

what did he want now? hasn't he done enough?

"hey." he says, sitting down on the opposite side of her on the hammock.

rolling her eyes, she looks up at him and asks, "what do you want, jj?"

a dumbfounded look forms on his face. "w—what do you mean? i don't want anything," he stutters as he awkwardly pats the part of the hammock that's under his hand. "i just wanna lie down on this cool-ass hammock with you."

she scoffs.

"cut the bullshit, jj." she says tightly, her stare going so straight through him from her trying to figure out what he wants.

they share a moment of tense eye contact, until jj finally breaks first.

he sighs, and glances down at his now fidgeting hands. "i... just want to fix all of this tension between us."

jj's gaze stays on his hands, while [y/n] sits and watches him for a straight minute.

"i don't believe you." she says, not daring to look away as he looks back up at her.

something in his eyes startles her — she can't quite place her finger on what it is, but it feels like it could bring her entire world crumbling down.

"it's the truth! i swear." he says in response, his voice almost defensive.

she ignores the pleading tone of his voice and bites her bottom lip, not quite sure to believe him.

"seriously, jj. i... " she trails off, ignoring the tears and trying to push down anything that could expose her real feelings. "i'm sick of this, okay?"

regret fills jj's eyes as he quietly listens, hands still shaking.

"this drama between us? all because of my kook status? i can't deal with it — i refuse to."

she takes a deep breath. "so, let's just call this good. we're good and you don't have to feel bad for me anymore — you can tell the rest of the group that you did what they asked."

something about her words bothers jj.

i mean, sure he's been cruel to her.

but, more than anything, it was to hide and ignore the hidden feelings that were growing and eating away at him.

"no." he says sharply.

[y/n]'s eyebrows knit together in confusion and surprise. "no?"

"no," he confirms and moves to stand up, leaving her by herself on the hammock. "we're not doing this."

she scoffs, moving to stand up too. "what do you mean no? doing what?"

he motions between the both of them. "this. this fucking back and forth of acting like there's nothing wrong."

she rolls her eyes. "jj, seriously—"

he holds up his hand again, and this time, she listens.

with that, she crosses her arms over her chest and waits for him to continue.

jj scoffs. "and it turns out, john b was right."

"what? right about what?" she asks in confusion as she watches him pace.

"jj, seriously," she calls out to him and steps forward, touching one of his shoulders with one of her hands. "what is this about?"

he stops and turns to her and takes a deep breath.

"it's about the fact that you think that i hate you."

she furrows her eyebrows together and drops her hand from his shoulder.

jj takes notice of the removed feeling of her hand on his shoulder.

"but, you do hate me." she states, as if it's the obvious, matter-of-fact answer.

he scoffs, running his hands through his hair roughly. "no, i don't."

"what?" she scoffs, shaking her head at him.

"i don't know what you're trying to say, or what fucked up game you're trying to play right now, but i'm not interested in being a part of it anymore." she mumbles, starting to walk past him.

but, just before she can, he turns and gently grabs her arm and stops her from walking any further away.

"don't go, yet, alright?" he says quietly, waiting for her to turn around.

she holds her breath, staring ahead, but frozen in her place.

"just... let me talk and say this, okay?" he asks, holding his breath in stress.

sighing in defeat, she turns around and stares at him pointedly.

"okay," she says, raising her hands up when he lets go of her arm. "talk then, maybank."

he nods quietly, for a moment, before he decidedly leads her over to the deck.

when they're sat down and he's been silent for too long, she rolls her eyes and says, "you wanna tell me what this is about now?"

"right!" he says in realization as he turns to face her.

"i don't hate you, okay?" he says seriously, causing her to open her mouth to argue.

he holds a hand up. "let me explain first."

with another defeated sigh, [y/n] nods and motions for him to continue.

"john b just helped me realize this, but i... never hated you — i don't think i ever could."

his words shock her, causing her to look up at him with tears in her eyes.

"so... you made me think that you hated me?" she asks in defense, scoffing.

he opens his mouth to explain, but she cuts him off and stands up, "do you have any idea what you've put me through?" she exclaims, laughing in disbelief when he stands up to stop her from continuing.

"i thought that i did something wrong to make you hate me! do you even know how many sleepless and restless nights i stayed up with sarah and kie? how many nights i cried and cried because i didn't know what i did that was so wrong that i deserved how you treated me?!"

jj sighs in defeat, deflating a little bit.

"so? why did you treat me like that?" she questions, too calm, even with the anger she was just displaying — a clear, tell-tale sign that she must be really mad.

jj's breathless. "i didn't realize it until now," he starts, keeping his eyes downcast.

"but... " he looks up at her this time and slowly and cautiously walks over to her.

slowly, he lifts his shaking hands up to her hands and holds them.

[y/n] slowly drags her eyes down to their connected hands.

"jj... " she gulps, before her eyes look back up at his nervous ones.

"i never hated you, [y/n]. it was the opposite."

she takes a deep breath. "you... you can't be possibly saying what i think you are."

he nods quietly.

"i am," he confirms, walking even closer to her, until there's not that much space between them anymore. "i tried to bury my feelings — i wanted to convince everyone and myself that what i felt for you was just blind hatred."

"but, that's not true."

tears fill her eyes and she shakes her head, not wanting to believe it for even a second.

"no," she shakes her head even more. "no, no, no." she mutters, backing away and pulling her hands out of and away from his.

the tears fall to her cheeks. "no, jj. this... " she points between them. "this is cruel — this is a whole other level of cruel that i didn't think that you'd do to me."

she shakes her head again as jj steps forward.

"sweetheart, i swear this isn't a game. it's nothing like that." he says, stepping forward as she tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach after hearing that pet-name he just used to address her.

"then, what is it? because i know there's no way someone good like you could ever love or like someone like me!" she exclaims, the tears blinding her vision.

jj stops short, his heart stopping for a brief moment from the second he heard those words come out of her mouth.

"what?" he asks in shock, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

she scoffs again. "you heard me correctly, maybank." she says tightly, frowning as she looks down and away from him.

"do you have any idea what you mean to me, [y/n]?" he asks softly as he walks over to her and lifts her chin up with his fingers.

her mouth falls open as she looks at him. "what are you talking about, jj? what do i mean to you? who am i to you?" she asks in a murmur, but he hears her clearly.

he speaks with no hesitation, even if it sounds cheesy and corny and he'd never say it to anyone else, "you're the girl i love."

a quiet gasp sounds from her lips, causing him to chuckle softly.

"you can't really mean that." she says tightly, still in shock.

"i do. i swear i'm not lying — this isn't a game to me." he says seriously, moving his hands to hold her face in his hands.

a shaky breath leaves her lips, before she finds the courage to speak, "jj, if you really mean that — and i mean, really mean it — there's no going back, if we go through with any of this."

he nods. "i know."

"and... " she trails off, preparing for what she's about to say next. "and you really mean all of this?"

he nods again.

another shaky breath leaves her lips and the tears spill as she nods herself.

"okay."

"okay?" he asks, confused and fully expecting her to reject him.

she nods in acknowledgement. "i can't promise that things will be easy with me. i have issues, just like you, and i won't change myself for anyone."

he chuckles. "i'm not going to ask you to do that."

"okay." she nods, moving one of her hands up to one of his and anxiously intertwines them together.

"let's do this then, yeah?" he asks breathlessly and pulls her towards him gently, leading her to walk away from the chateau and to god knows where.

—————

JJ CHUCKLES IN AMUSEMENT AS he notices the girl's obvious, anxious nerves.

"you're going to be fine." he says, soothing her by rubbing her arms gently.

[y/n] groans, clenching her eyes shut in further stress.

"i just don't think they're going to react well to this news, jj!" she whines, turning to face him and letting her head fall into his chest as her groans of distress quickly become muffled.

he laughs and gently lifts her head up and cups her cheeks, a soft glint in his eyes. "it's going to be fine, baby, okay?"

she sighs, pouting for a straight minute as he smiles down at her.

"if they make any comments, i'll make them regret it." he says seriously, causing her to raise her eyebrows at him.

"they're our friends. i kind of find that hard to believe." she says seriously, laughing at his reaction.

he rolls his eyes and kisses her forehead.

"just trust me, alright?" he murmurs when he pulls away from her.

she sighs in defeat. "fine."

she frowns as he leads her inside the chateau.

he leads her into the living room, where everyone else is hanging out in.

the conversation stops immediately as they stop in the room, all of their eyes immediately landing on their joined hands.

john b doesn't look shocked at all as he smirks in approval.

"so, you finally did it, huh?" he asks, getting up and clapping his best friend on the shoulder.

jj laughs as [y/n] turns to face him with a shocked look on her face.

"what does that mean?" she asks with suspicion clear in her voice.

john b chuckles. "last week, before jj came over to talk to you, i finally got jj realize how he really feels about you."

her face fills with realization as she nods, but doesn't say anything.

she turns back around to look at everyone else.

cleo and pope look at her with a look of nonchalance, almost as if they expected this to happen, sooner or later.

sarah and kiara share a look, both smirking at each other.

then, they both get up and run over to their friend, throwing their arms over her body and jumping and giggling in excitement.

"i knew it!" kiara exclaims excitedly, with a big smile.

sarah laughs and agrees.

[y/n] rolls her eyes.

"so, you guys really don't care?" she asks, glancing at all of them.

pope snorts. "why would we? we've been waiting for this moment for too long."

cleo nods, gently poking pope. "it's about time y'all got together."

jj simply laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her to one of the empty couches to cuddle on.

"see? you had no reason to be nervous." he murmurs into her ear, kissing her cheek as she makes herself comfortable in his embrace.

she rolls her eyes at him and turns to kiss him lightly, before pulling away and lying her head on his chest. "fine. you were right."

his chest rumbles with prideful laughs, but before he can say anything, she interrupts him, "don't even say it. you're lucky i like you."

he laughs again. "well, you're lucky that i like you."

she ignores the cheers and teasing comments from their friends as they all settle back into their seats and observe them, just appreciating the moment with her boyfriend.

[thespiritssaidso]

Psychic Meet Demon

A Psych and Good Omens crossover that literally no one asked for

Shawn Spencer meeting Crowley. What could go wrong?

Notes: hey, @andiv3r @j-snapdragon. I made the thing :3

It was a cloudy, yet still beautiful day in Soho. Shawn, Gus, and Juliet had all planned on taking a trip around the country.

Gus had gone off to attend a Robert Pattinson meet-and-greet. Juliet had found a small coffee shop nearby called ‘Give Me Coffee Or Give Me Death’ which seemed a bit on-the-nose. And Shawn… well, he was looking around at all the little shops. It was his and Juliet’s anniversary, and he had forgotten to get her something.

This led him to wandering into a small antique bookshop, his logic being ‘girls like old stuff, and books, right?’.

Walking in, he subconsciously started to profile the entire place. It was beautiful, and obviously very well taken care of. The whole place emanated a warm, comforting glow. There were stacks of books on every other table, in a seemingly random order. Shawn was sure that if there was any system to where the books went, it certainly wasn't any way someone could simply guess.

The only thing that didn’t match with the bookshop’s aesthetic was the redhead sprawled on the armchair, dressed head to toe in varying shades of black with just a hint of red. They were also wearing a dark pair of designer sunglasses that not only hid their eyes from the front, but also from the sides. Strange.

“Oh, er, excuse me!”

He turned to see someone pop up from behind a bookshelf, making their way towards him. They were wearing a completely white outfit, a blatant contrast to the other person.

“I’m very sorry, but I’m supposed to tell you you can’t purchase any of these books.”

“Why not?”

They tilted their head 45 degrees. “Why do you sound funny?”

Shawn was taken aback. “I’m... Sorry?”

They let out a little gasp. “There! You did it again!”

He shook his head. “This is just how I sound. I’m not… doing a bit, or anything.”

“Wow-”

“Muriel!”

Shawn looked over and saw that the redhead had finally gotten up. He looked them over again, and noticed that although their clothes and hair were nice, there was a slightly unkempt look to it.

“Why don’t you go… erm, make us some cocoa. I’ll take care of this.”

“Oh, I’m not sure you’re allowed to do that, Mr. Crowley! I was given strict orders-”

“I’m sure his majesty Aziraphale ‘too-good-for-us-and-our-bookshop’ Fell won’t mind if I deal with a customer.”

'Muriel' tightened their lips in an unsure gesture. “Alright.” They walked off, heading somewhere upstairs.

‘Crowley’ turned back around to face Shawn. “Go away.” They shooed him, waving at the door.

But Shawn had been rooted in his position, curious as to what exactly was going on. He didn’t know how to actually address it, so he started with, “So…” Shawn trailed off. “Uh, tough breakup?”

Crowley’s face hardened — or, at least, what he could see. The sunglasses obscured a decent part of their face. “What tipped you off?”

Thinking quick, he raised his hand up to his temple. “I, my good sir, am psychic. That’s how I know.”

Crowley raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Oh, psychic. Well, you should know then, that if anyone calls me 'sir' more than once, I get very angry.”

That unnerved Shawn. They hadn’t even done anything, and yet he felt intimidated. Luckily (or would it be unluckily?), this wasn’t the first time he’d been threatened. He shook it off. “Okay, got it. They/them pronouns then, I assume?”

They nodded. “Currently.”

He watched as they backed off, stalking to the armchair and settling in it once more. “Geez, Londoners are so violent.”

Crowley eyebrows furrowed. “We’re nowhere near London.”

Now it was Shawn’s turn to be confused. “Uh, yeah? It’s like, a 15 minute drive, give or take.”

They nodded. “Exactly. Nowhere near London.”

Once Crowley was properly settled, they folded their hands and faced him.

"So," Crowley started. "You say you're a psychic, is that right?"

"Well, I don't know. Are you british?" Shawn asked, meaning for it to be a rhetorical question.

"No. Why would you think that?"

"Not sure. It might be the British accent." he said, using a fake accent near the end.

"Are you mocking me?"

He raised his hands in defense. "Not at all."

They were quiet for a moment. Then Crowley said, "Alright. If you're psychic, then read me.'' Shawn could tell they didn’t believe him, rather, they were only humoring him.

He shrugged, acting nonchalant. “Okay then.” Shawn did a quick scan of Crowley, and a just as quick look outside.

Shawn’s hand jumped to its usual position near his temple, eyes closed in faux concentration.

"I'm seeeeinggg... black. And another word, bento? No, Bentley! You own a black Bentley. And it's old, but still a nice car." He wiggled his fingers and continued. "I'm also seeing green... greeen seats? No, the seats are black too. Green- green- green plants! Stashed inside your car. You've moved, probably recently, and you're... living in your car? That's kinda sad, dude." One more observation, just one more Shawn. "Annddd I can see you doing... something, something reckless. Something daring..." Crowley tensed a bit. "You're a bad driver. For shame." Shawn only knew that last one because a day ago, he had seen the same black Bentley speeding through traffic, at what was probably 90 miles an hour.

Crowley's eybrows were raised in surprise. "Impressive. Well, it would be, if none of those observations came from things you could have easily drawn conclusions from by simply looking around."

Shawn's hand fell from his head in defeat.

They finally asked, “Why’re you here, anyway? You don't exactly seem like the 'reading old books' type."

He only took slight offence at that. "Oh, it's my wife and l's anniversary. Andddd I may or may not have forgotten about it until the last minute-"

Crowley held up a hand, like they understood more than Shawn could ever imagine. "Say no more." They got up once again and sauntered over to the counter.

They started pretending to go through the drawers, randomly shuffling things aside. Shawn saw them in the reflection sneakily wave their hand, as if they were pulling a string up from the earth.

Crowley opened their hand, and a book started to materialize. Shawn couldn’t help but widen his eyes, shocked at what he just saw. But he quickly schooled his features when Crowley came back up. He decided to keep what he saw to himself.

“There you go.” It was a copy of Pride and Prejudice. Juliet had been going on about how she had loved that book as a kid, and was heartbroken when she lost it in the move from Florida to California.

“Oh my gosh- this is perfect!” Shawn flipped through the pages. Oh yeah, she was definitely going to forgive him once she saw this.

Crowley cleared their throat, and Shawn looked back up from the book. They were holding out a small paper bag with little black and red designs dotted around it.

"Right, thanks." He took the bag and gently placed the book inside it.

They made a face when he said that. "Don't mention it."

There was a moment of silence.

“Y’know, I never knew she was an author. Had to have the books themselves presented to me to prove it. Absolutely boggled me when I found out. I still don’t quite believe it.”

“Really? Who told you?”

Crowley let out a small laugh. “Well, that’s a funny story. Aziraphale and I-” Their voice tapered out. All previous emotions drained, which left them looking dead inside.

“Close the door on your way out.” Without another word, they left from behind the counter, and around the back of one of the many bookshelves.

Muriel appeared from the staircase, holding two mugs of hot chocolate, which they set on the counter, and went back to doing what they had been doing before Shawn had come in.

“What happened between Crowley and Aziraphale?” He asked.

“Oh! Well, he erm… he left.” He could tell they were technically telling the truth when he looked in their eyes.

“Okay. Where’d he go?”

“Heaven!” They said it so bluntly, it caught him off guard.

“Oh my- oh gosh, I’m really sorry to hear that.”

Muriel’s face scrunched up a bit. “That’s what everyone I’ve told has been saying.” They smiled. “But it’s alright now! He’s in a better place. I’m sure he’s quite happy.”

He just nodded. “Alright then. Well, tell Crowley I said thank you.” And with that, he left the little bookstore and across the street, where Juliet was having a nice talk with the coffee shop owner.

—————

Bonus:

It was nighttime now, and Crowley was still lounging on the armchair near the entrance. Muriel walked over to him.

“Would you like me to make you a cupperty? It always makes me feel better.”

Crowley grunted. “No Muriel. ’M fine.”

“…alright then.” They looked across the street, where Maggie was helping Nina close up shop. “You know, that was a very nice thing you did for that human.”

They grumbled from the chair. “Not. Nice.”

Muriel just smiled, and ambled back over to one of the shelves, probably looking for another book to read.

With a soft sigh, they slowly started morphing into a large, black and red scaled snake. Still draped all over the armchair, Crowley fell asleep.

——————————

That's it :) I hope ya enjoyed <3

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[youracebuddy]

This is my first fanfiction that I’m proud of enough to publish, and I hope you enjoy it! A quick disclaimer: I don’t know much about Outertale, so please excuse me if it isn’t very accurate.

I also posted this on AO3, if you are interested! :3

Sans x Reader- Outertale

-Drifting through space-

It was a rather normal, bland day in the grand universe. The stars had to be documented and explored, the spaceship needed to be refueled, and you needed to go stop off at Grillby’s to get some lunch. It was just as lively as ever there- with the patrons huddled together in their little cliques, talking about their newest discoveries and adventures- with all of the regulars in their respective spots. And as usual, he was there. It was a bit silly to admit, but over time, you had grown fond of Sans. You developed a love for his god-awful space jokes and puns, which always seemed to cheer you up after a long day. You fell in love with how his eyelights seemed to glimmer at the mere thought of the universe, and how he absolutely loved to tell you everything about his job. It seemed you couldn’t go a day without him telling you about a brand new star, planet, or constellation. Last but certainly not least, you loved him. Sure, he liked to joke around and push your buttons sometimes. But below the surface was a kind, hopeful, and intelligent skeleton- that would do anything for the people that he loved.

Your body seemed to move on its own, quickly maneuvering through the lunch rush and delivering you right to him. With not a second to spare, you sat down… only to be met with the familiar sound of a whoopee cushion. Sans’ head instantly perked up at the sound, a playful smile lazily spread across his skull. “ah, the good old whoopee cushion on the seat trick. sorry about that buddy, that was for paps. but, he must be busy fighting aliens or somethin’ now.” He mused, grinning more at the thought. It wasn’t too hard to picture papyrus as a space cop, as he did always want to help others. “although, knowing how he is, he’s probably just giving them a slap on the wrist and some spaghetti. he can’t stay mad at anyone for too long.” Your thoughts were practically read aloud as he spoke, making you shoot him a bewildered look. He simply shrugged, and allowed you to speak up. “Are you sure that he never stays angry at anyone for too long? What about that time where you wouldn’t clean your socks out of your spaceship for a whole month?” You inquired, reaching out and gently poking his nasal cavity. He simply batted away your hand, another chuckle escaping his perma-smile as he did so. “anyways, what’s up with you today? you look like someone told you that you need to actually work for once.” And there it was again: his attention to detail. It came in handy when repairing a rocket ship or computer together, but really put you in a downside in just about any other situation. You stumbled over your words for a moment, before spitting out what was on your mind. “Ihavetogotoandjumptoaplanetbutidontwanttodealwiththat-“ You were quickly cut off by sans, a confused glimmer in his eyelights. “whoah, hold on there, pal. i can’t tell what you’re sayin’ when you talk that fast. care to slow down a bit?” He spoke, laughing in a lighthearted manner at your shenanigans. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves, and slowed down to properly explain yourself. “You see… Undyne told me that my job today is to explore a nearby planet, and to make sure that the ecosystem is doing alright. But, it’s close enough where it would be a waste of rocket fuel to go there by rocket. So, I’ll have to just jump there and wait for gravity to do its thing.” “and?” He inquired, giving you a knowing look. “if it was that easy, wouldn’t you have already done it?” You sighed at his words, silently cursing yet again that he was so inquisitive. After a moment of hesitation, you spoke up again. “Well… you see… I’m afraid of floating out in space.” After you finished talking, you waited with bated breath for him to laugh. It was such a ridiculous fear to have when you worked in space, and were constantly exposed to it. But, he didn’t make a sound. Instead, a gloved hand placed on your own pulled you out of your self-deprecating thoughts.

You instantly looked over, wondering if you had hallucinated the sensation. But, to your surprise, he had his hands gently cupped around your own, with his expression almost… sympathetic? “pal. it’s alright. everyone is scared of something, and it’s nothing to be ashamed about.” Your brain came to a halt at his words, almost immediately putting an end to your negative thoughts. You opened your mouth to try and speak, but all that came out was a mumbled ‘thank you…’. You slowly wrapped your hands around his in return, finding comfort in the familiar warmth of his gloves. He tightened his grip on your hands, as if worried that you would pull away. “hey… i’m scared of some things too. i’m terrified of putting away my socks- it chills me to the bone.” “SANS!” You yelped, letting out a few snorts at just how bad the puns were. “Of course you would say that…” You murmured, unable to keep a hint of affection from slipping through your tone. He seemed to notice this, as his expression softened along with your own. “alright. i know i never do this, but I’m going to be serious for a moment, alright?” You were going to make a snarky remark at his words, but his serious expression stopped you in your tracks. He slowly pulled your hands towards his chest, placing them over his soul. “look. i know that it’s scary, hell, i was scared of it at some point,” He chuckled at the memory, his smile widening further. “papy had to throw me into space at one point. it wasn’t pretty, to say the least. ever hear me scream into the abyss of space? a-anyways, back on topic.” He muttered, clearing his non-existent throat. “look. it’s not a perfect idea, but how about i come with you? it’s certainly a lot better than being thrown into space, though. well, i could always do that if you wished-“ “NO, I’m good!” You spoke up, chuckling sheepishly. You carefully slipped one of your hands out of his comforting grip, and brought it up to his cheek. It was cool to the touch, and surprisingly… squishy? You couldn’t help but to feel it for a moment, lost in curiosity and completely forgetting about why you held his cheek in the first place. It must have been why he was able to be so expressive, despite having no skin or muscle in the first place. But, you were quickly pulled out of your thoughts when a soft blue blush started to spread across his cheekbones. You could feel your own cheeks burning in embarrassment, and you decided to speak up and hopefully stop anything from escalating further. “T-Thank you. It means a lot to me to know that I’m not alone, especially in the cold, empty void of space.” You muttered, voice shaking sightly in embarrassment. You quickly removed your hand from his cheek, not finding the strength to look him in the eyes. “I’ll owe you so much ketchup for this…” You mumbled, feeling your heart ease at the sound of sans’ light, gentle laugh. “hey, i was planning on doing it for free. but being paid is pretty good too, especially if ketchup is on the table.” He mused, seemingly excited by the idea. He slowly stood up beside you, waiting for you to lead the way. Surprisingly, he offered you his hand to lead him. “i know i’m not exactly the gentlemanly type, but how about i hold your hand on the way there? don’t want you to get cold feet, after all.” He teased, his smile quickly turning smug. You were quick to accept his offer, which only made him all the more pleased. But, he held his tongue, and decided against flustering you further. After a quick walk out of Grillby’s and a few confused glances from the diners, you were whisked back out into the familiar emptiness of space. But, what you walked into was nothing like you had ever seen before. In the short amount of time you had been inside of the diner, countless shooting stars decided to make their appearance and dance across the cosmos.

They shot through the black abyss, leaving shimmering trails of stardust in their wake. The previously inky abyss that laid before them was now packed to the brim with color, with patches of bold turquoise, gentle lavender, and noble gold scattered as far as the eye could see. They pranced and twirled across the cosmos in a slow, ethereal dance, lulling the universe into a state of bliss. You tried to say something- ANYTHING- but you were stripped of your words. When you managed to tear your eyes away from the spectacle above, they latched back onto the familiar figure of Sans. His skull was tilted up to the spectacle above, illuminated by the countless shades of stardust. After what seemed to feel like an eternity, he turned back to you, his smile wider than you had ever seen it before. His eyelights shimmered with an almost childlike sense of wonder, glowing almost as bright as the stars above. Without a second thought, he leaped into the symphony of color above, and pulled you up along with him. Your body was flung into shock at the sudden loss of gravity, and by a primal instinct, you clung to the closest thing that you could. In this case, that ‘thing’ was Sans. After your thoughts of panic cleared your brain, you were quick to notice that you were holding onto something that was… soft? With one quick glance up, you realized that you had practically engulfed sans in your arms when you were sent into a panic. You hurriedly pried yourself off of his form, and held onto him by the shoulders. But before you could apologize for your actions, his expression snapped you out of your thoughts. His eyelights had completely vanished from his eyesockets, and his cheekbones were once more dusted with a deep shade of cobalt blue. Concerned, you yet again moved one of your hands up to his cheek, and cupped the side of his soft, cool face. He brought his gloved hand back up to his face, and gingerly placed his phalanges atop of your own. His eyelights slowly came back into focus, and settled back down on your own eyes.

He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, as he knew that his voice would shake if he spoke any louder. “you sure do know how to make a skeleton flustered, don’t ya…? well, i can’t exactly say that I don’t mind it.” He mumbled, letting out a soft, embarrassed chuckle. “but hey- if it helps you with your fear, feel free to hold me all you like. it’s a lot better than screaming my ears off.” “You don’t even have ears.” You mumbled through a small pout, but were quick to accept his offer for the millionth time. You gently wrapped your arms back around him, and glanced up to look at your surroundings once more. You were slowly drifting off into space, with grillby’s already a long ways away. You were instantly filled with panic at the sight, but your heart eased once more when a gloved hand slowly placed itself under your chin, and gingerly pulled your face back to meet the soft eyelights that you had yearned to gaze into since you first had the honor of looking upon them. His voice was soft, as if he was genuinely trying to comfort you, and not pull your leg. “hey. just keep your eyes on me, and you can look back out to the stars when you feel like it.” He murmured, gloved hand keeping your head in place. You nodded, refusing to look anywhere but his comforting, soft pupils. Your body eased once more, leaving you wondering if you would melt into his embrace and drip across the cosmos. For once in your time in space, you felt safe. Protected. As you kept your eyes trained on his own, your heart slowly soaked with the familiar, fuzzy feeling that you had when he crossed your mind. It always made you feel like you were back in school all those years back, fantasizing about silly little scenarios- which were a lot like what was currently going on- and reading cheesy romance novels. Just as usual, you couldn’t seem to get enough of him. But, your heart yearned for more. It, no, YOU wanted to bring him all of the joy in the world, no matter how long it would take. Without a second thought, you leaned towards him with half-lidded eyes, and placed your lips against his teeth. In this single moment, you finally gathered up the courage to do the one thing that you wanted to do since you first had the honor of laying your eyes upon Sans. Sure, he may not be the most perfect man… but he is to you, and that’s all that matters. When the reality of what you just did managed to pierce its way into the blissful fog of your love-struck mind, you quickly broke the ‘kiss’, overcome with embarrassment. Despite your guilty, flustered state, you managed to croak out an apology, not daring to look him in the eye. “O-oh my god, I’m so sorry. I-I just got lost in the moment, and-“ When the same teeth that you kissed gently pressed against your lips in return, your mind came to a crashing halt. Your eyes fluttered closed along with his own, sheer euphoria flooding through your veins. Despite the fact that he didn’t have lips to kiss in the first place, it was still more warm and comforting than you ever could have imagined. It lasted for what felt like an eternity, but was still too short when it stopped. Sans was the one to break the ‘kiss’, a goofy, lovestruck smile painted across his face. “i don’t even have lips to kiss with, you goofball.” He whispered, causing the two of you to burst into a chorus of giggles.

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Needlessly to say, Undyne wasn’t the happiest to learn that you were out canoodling -in a chaste manner- with your new boyfriend instead of checking up on the planet like you were supposed to. She still teases you about it to this day, whenever she spots the two of you sticking to each other like glue.

If you made it this far, I just wanted to say THANK YOU! I’ve wanted to share my work for a while now, and even if this makes one person happy, it would make writing this whole thing worthwhile! If you have any questions or comments, feel free to, well, comment!

[martinys-world]

the girl (4)

I am struggling with trying to mold sliver with out giving to much away. also I forgot to mess with the color in the diomand pretend yellow is gray.

hope you enjoy this chapter the other chapters (1) (2) (3)

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Going form point 1 to point 2 was just a normal walk. just a turn left, a turn right. nothing worth noting. Honestly, I usually keep track where I am, but the lady with yellow eyes mess with my head big time.  I mean I know their “magic” but that usually baloney or leave a mark.  While I was playing the guessing game. I was just holding the strap on kris bag. He was leading the way. he used his strength to stop me from walking into a person. Coming back, I saw Noah going in and kris tugging me sit on a stone wall. 

“You okay sliver?”

“I been better, honestly.” I can't lie to him no matter how hard I want to. 

“Does it have anything to do with that magazine?”

Looking down I am not realized that I am still on the page that the lady left me on.

“Kind of …”

Before anything can be said. My plastic bracelet that sits on my left wrist. Started buzz and change color, from snowflake white to a dull sky blue. I guess my “blood sugar” need “insulin”. 

Pulling out my bag I grab my pencil case. it had all three of use Noah being the cool one with an attitude. My with peace sign on my fingers. Kris decides to photo bomb with heart hands. It’s one of my favorite moments. Under the photo there a diamond, With mini diamonds inside. 4 diamonds in total. 

You see no matter where there are three beings There is good (blue one on the right) the bad (purple on the left) and the neutrals (green the top). Then their possibility (the grey on at the bottom) there will always be good and bad but there was a third a neutral. That was both good and bad. They were made so that neither side would be by there self. Then there is possibility. the one where humans or any being fir that matter are place. You have a chance to be good, bad, or neutral. 

I pulled out my necklace held the yin and yang charm. I twisted so that yang was on top, and yin was on bottom for once. A bust green came off from the necklace. Went to anything that was electronic and frozen them, nothing can record. A sphere was around me. it gave a green tint to show that it was there. 

I then press. Blue, purple, green, and gray.  The case unlocks. I open it very carefully. There are 10 slots of vials, I pulled out a vial that was the same color as my bracelet. Number 10. It was a liquid that was filled to the top. With the needle that was under the vials. I careful took the foam full of vials out. Looks like I am going to need to run and get more needles soon. Taking one out and literally stab under my bracelet. The place where any nurse goes to draw blood. When they need to draw your blood for any reason at all. 

My bracelet turns back to its normal color snowflake white.

“How does your bracelet do that?”

Dam it. I forgot he was there. I didn’t want to drag him in this. Quick find an excuse.   

“Magic.” 

Magic may be fake but it’s the simplest way for him to understand. In all honestly, I don’t know. It always done turn to different colors on its own. I quickly and carefully clean up. I put the now used needle back in its clear little package. 

“Can it turn into other colors?”

“Yes.”

“What other colors?”

“Sometimes I turn a light purple. Once it turned gold.”

“What do they say?”

“Like I said it turn gold only once, I don’t fully know the truth. at the time it meant it was okay going to be okay.”

The time it turned gold was when I was escaping/stepping out of your comfort zone. It was scary leaving the place you only knew. When I was in that car, taking my first steps into a better life. Left hand on the wheel and my right hand on my dog (spike) petting his ear. I look over my wrist it turns into a shiny gold. Not enough to blinded me but enough to just stand out. the only feeling I can explain was I was safe, and I just knew everything was going to be alright after that, no matter how scary it was going to be. 

“What about purple.”

How to I explain purple? It was always complected to explain, let alone explained to an eleven-year-old. 

“Purple is when I become sick. I need an antibiotic?”

“What the antibiotic do you need.” 

Pointing at open my case. (That has all the vials in place.) I pointed to the number 3. Number 3 was the only one I had left; I need to do a run for it soon or I will surely be dead.”

“Number 3 has all the antibiotics; I need to get better and fast.”

closing the case, I put it in the green bag.  Know that my “medicine” is safe

“How fast?”

“Almost an instant.”

“But I thought medicine doesn’t heal as fast.”

“You are right but- “

“Sliver, tails let go.”

Noah, you have prefect timing. I just finished the twisting the yin and yang. Yin was once again on top of yang. The sphere was gone. he not only saves me from a very uncomfortable conversation but saving his brother join a cause, that I don’t want him or anyone else to be part of.  I want no one be part of my work. I still trying to fix myself form the last few runs. 

In my whole happy moment. I didn’t realize that Noah was upset. He must have not gotten the job, but my gut was saying there was more to it. When we got on the train. I gave Kirst my bulky headphones so he can play his game boy isn’t of the world around him. I just stared at Noah with the “explain now” look. 

“There noth- “

“I know you didn’t get that interview, but its more to it is there?”

Knowing he can't lie to me. he started spilling the truth. 

“Okay so I didn’t get the job like you said. then the guy that I was going to the interview that Mr. Tucker didn’t want to hire me for some reasons but what really bug me was the whole, “one of your people.”  On top of that I ran into Mrs. Greene, and she said this is the last appointment until money starts rolling in, 

“Hey, you will get a job it’s only a matter of time Mr. tucker is missing out and he is wrong, you’re not people you are Noah Diaz. A brother and a son that is no has don’t everything in his power to protect his family. you are a hero one way or another. 

“You differently know how to make a guy feel better.”

“I just, know when to say that truth. you know what I always say?”

Shaking his head no.

“When its midnight there are stars.”

“I hate that saying.”

“But it is turn there are stars when’s it dark out. 

He did a silent chuckle, that was my Signal that my job was done.  He was somewhat better.

 He went to watch the window of the subway to show that he was done with the conversation. That was my que to open my journal. I careful rip the magazine of the two articles and took picture of the lady on the toothpaste ad. And put the page before, so I can take whatever time I have left to write.

Noah is one the only people that is a hero. Whether he realizes it or not. Tails is lucky to have a brother like him.  the one that dose anything for his family, doing the wrong things for the right reason.  He a big brother trying to carry the world on his shoulders. Maybe I should call K and see if there something I can do to help.

The train jolted to a stop. A nice new scratched mark in my journal. I can't get rid of a pen mark even if I wanted too. That Tossing the journal and magazine in my big bag. Noah taps on kris, and they started to leave the cramp space. When everyone was off. kris wouldn’t let go of my hand. I felt like I was normal, and I have not felt like that in a VERY long time. Maybe I can be part of their family. 

“Hey, you two go up. I need to talk business.” 

Letting go of kris and going to Reek. 

“What that all about?”

“Reek said something about a job before we left.”

Oh no. Noah don’t do the wrong things for the right reasons.

“I going to cancel those plans tonight tails.”

“Why?”

“I have a feeling your brother going to me tonight.”

“Hey sliver,”

“Yea little man” 

“Please watch out for my big brother.”

“You know I will.”

“If he gets beat up, I will beat you up.”

“I know. I will let you beat me up.”

“I have something to ask you. But let’s go inside first.”

After going up the flights of stairs. We made to his door where he had a key. he pulled me in his room and the door was left open. 

“What this thing you want to ask?”

“In a few days I am going out of town.” 

Opening my purse, I pulled out 2 flower necklaces. Open was a blue daisy and the other one was blue speedwell flower, but both have a white almond gem in the middle. 

“I am going to send a letter to an old friend. He going to be around for a bit but he going to be looking for me. I am going to send him to Reek, but I don’t trust him for the life of me. this is a very dear friend to me. I am going to tell him a phrase you are going have to say back. Do you understand?”

With a nod he 

“He going to ask “when it dark there is? All you must do is there say “stars. there could be other lights, but stars will always there. “After you say that you are going to give him this daisy necklace and you two will go from there. 

“What about the other necklace?”

“This is my promise to you. You used this necklace when you feel your life is threatened. It could be as simples as an earthquake, and you are stuck. Or someone is planning to hurt you. You break it in half I will come as fast as I can.”

“How will you know.”

“I will just know.”   

“Hey kids, where are you at.” Said sonic.

“We are in the kris bedroom trying to beat Bowser.” I spoke. 

Tails was quick to pull out his Gameboy. this boy totally has my back. 

“Well with this information I am going to start dinner Or at least start it before mom comes homes. She will be here in an hour. Sliver will you be staying?” 

I was going to say no but tails grab my hands. With his pleading eyes. They were begging me to stay.

Looking back at sonic, “I guess I could stay for a meal.”

“Okay I will leave you guys to your mission.”

I waited for 7 mario deaths before I could do something.

“Hey, I am going to pop out your window to make a call okay let me know when sonic and your mom need me, or when dinner done.” 

“Got it.”

Pour kid gets so close but then dies on boswer. I was taking this opportunity to do something. leaning against the cold metal bars against forehead as I leaned against them, waiting for a different sound then ringing in my ear. 

“When its midnight there are?”

“Stars, there could be other lights, but stars will always be there.”

“Took you long enough for your check in.”

“Sorry!!” 

“Late is better than never. Anyway, how are you doing.”

“I mean I am okay. I need some refills can you send me a location I can get them?”

“Yea. I will E do that. he was saying the was a big dopiest near New York. How are you feeling mentally.”

“I’m not the greatest. But I am okay.”

“Do I need to go to you and drag you back.”

“NO!!! I am doing okay. don’t you dear come find me.”

“Okay, you know I will come and get you, if you go 24 hours of no contact when you are supposed to contact.”

“I know you will. I was enjoying being normal for once.”

 I heard him sigh. 

“I am not going to disappear without a word again. I promise you that.”  

“I know you won’t, I just can't help but worry. I know being normal is something you want. But people like us can't.”

“I know we can never be normal but doesn’t mean I can't enjoy it while we can. You can walk away any minute I can't.”

“I know. I just worry about you. They can find you. Then drag you back.” 

“I left no traces. I been doing this long enough.”

“I know. I love you okay.”

“Love you too.”

“Okay do you need anything else?”

“Actually, are you next to computer of any sort?”

I hear him wheel across. The room from one table to another.”

“Now I am.”

“Go dark and go to the SC or AC list of names? Type in tucker in last name slot. 

“Got we go 100. 

“See if any of them live or work in New York?”

“That shrink the list down to 7. “

“Any of them working in bridge security guard.”

“That brings it down to one. Sean tucker. A farther of 3. Wife is a teacher. she struggles with PTSD, and other relate illness.

“Tell me a story.”

“An apartment Building was on fire at Stone and Garfield St. the wife who name is Sally Tucker

 was on the 3-floor stairwell, when the explosion happens after the electric fire reach an area of chemicals. That set the who building a blaze. The chemicals made it spread faster.”

“How long ago was the fire.”

“About almost 8 months on the 27th. it looks like her Lily was one of the survivors. Went straight to the hospital after a bystander saw her window get smash by her boyfriend. Trying to get help to her. once in hospital she has serve burns. Lost more than 25% of muscle tissues. After multiple surgeries she was release about 6 months ago. she gotten into physical therapy about 2 months ago. has been there ever sense. 

“How were the tuckers involve in the program.”

“T and V had brought it to our attention when one of Mrs. tuckers students came home saying how his teacher was “acting strange”. 

“I am guessing the “acting strange” was her PTSD.”

“You called. V. went to talk to her. she found out story. made a deal with her.  she goes to therapy we give better care to her friend.”

“because of the deal. Every one of her family members had to be in the system.”

“That sounds about right.”

“Dose he used any of our services.”

“T has babysitting, and bills marked.”

“Babysitting Is needed when both parents are working full time and the mom needs help. There is no way they could do all that on their own.”

“Besides that, everything clean.”

“That doesn’t help what I want.”

“Want to explain?”

“Well, the people I am with. One of them had an interview with Mr. Tucker. When they came back. 

He said, “he doesn’t want your people on his team.”

“Well one of their rules is equality to the end.

“When was there last check?”

“Well about a month ago. t went to see if they were going to appointments. the other check ins are form the babysitter or physical therapy workers.”

“Okay. send T. and V. or someone with their level of clearance. To report and see if maybe something will come up.  If I want to mess with them I want to make sure its fair.

“Done. I know you are a necklace short who am I adding.”

“how do you know?”

“well you are making me do all this extra work for this “family you been hanging out with, right? they must have a lot of your respect. 

“You not adding him yet, at least not until I leave, or something happens.”

“Okay, but you still gave out a necklace?” 

“I going to protect them while I am here. When I give you a mission, I will tell them how you can get to them. I gave their youngest two necklace.”

“One for him and one for us.” 

“You know it.”

“Also, I need you to look into someone for me. tell me the name. Susie Cook.”

“Got it. why…” 

“I just want to make sure she there. I don’t want to fully explain it right now.”

“Okay. so, you know you better explain when I see you.”

Banging on glass had caught my attention. Tails tap his back of his wrist as time was up. I nodded at him as an understanding.  He left his room. Dinner must of be done. 

“Look bro I need to go. anything I should know before I disappear again.”

“That we love you and want what’s best for you.”

“I love you guys too. I have a feeling I will be back sooner then we know it.”

“I learned to trust that gut. you diffidently got the Gibbs gut.”

“What?”

“Wait, that not out yet.”

“I Explain and you explain when I come back.”

“DEAL!! when its midnight.”

“There are stars.”

I close the phone. Ending the call. Climbing in the window. It going to be a good night. Little did I was going to say the opposite later that night.

[idemida]

The Commander’s Darling | Chapter 3

Reposted from AO3

~ Summary:  

You are a poor young woman working in a tavern around some sketchy people and Erwin gets you out of a bad situation. He is immediately drawn to you and has to have you around, so he comes up with an excuse that he needs a secretary. Of course you say yes! After all, you need the job and shelter, and he is the only man you have felt you can trust in a long time.

You fall in love and lust for each other, but who knows who will give in first.

This is going to be more of a slow-burn, with little connection to the actual plot of the series, although it does take place in-universe. Some characters will be used for plot-points very different from the actual series.

~ Word Count: 3,699

~ Pairing: Erwin Smith x Reader 

~ Tags: slowburn; loveatfirstsight; lustatfirstsight; jealousy; pining

After Miche helped you out of the carriage, he offered you his arm to help you walk because you were obviously in pain. Once again, Erwin was angry at himself for not reaching you sooner.  Levi bade you good night and a quick recovery eventually, as you reached the corridor leading towards his room.

Erwin and Miche stayed with you while the doctor was checking everything. Erwin didn’t understand why Miche was still there, but he tried not to think too much into it. Maybe he was trying to be polite or maybe Erwin was missing the point, and it would be inappropriate for you and him to remain just the two of you. Perhaps, Miche was doing a good thing by staying.

When the stethoscope part came around, the doctor had to ask them to turn away. You were embarrassed for the infinite time that night.

‘Everything is fine, except the bone. It’s a fracture, but nothing gruesome. It should heal just fine in a few weeks, although discomfort may remain for a few months.’ The doctor said ‘You will need plenty of rest, but that’s about it. You’re very lucky.’ He then started murmuring as he looked through his medicine cabinet ‘Empty these in a cup with a bit of water.’ He gave you two small capsules of brown glass with some liquid inside ‘These will keep the pain at bay for 24 hours. They will also help you sleep, and most likely will make you drowsy. Then take these as needed. No more than 4 per day.’ He gave you a box, which you opened and saw was full of pills

‘Are you sure the lung is fine?’ You asked

‘Yes, there’s nothing out of the ordinary. I don’t know what the Commander heard, but the stethoscope does not detect anything of the sort.’ He then continued ‘Take around ten deep breaths every hour and although I said you need plenty of rest, it would be good to start mixing in the rest with some short walks after a few days.’

The doctor had asked you to lay down during the examination and now that he was done, you did not want to get up. The pain from all the movement tonight was too much for you. The sitting in the carriage, the getting on and now off the bed. Erwin could see from your face that you had gotten sick from adjusting yourself all the time.

‘If you want, you can stay in one of the empty scout rooms to relax a bit. Or…’ Erwin paused ‘You don’t have to leave until you feel ready. I know it will be difficult to travel for another hour.’

You were so tired. You hadn’t slept and the pain had exhausted you. There was also the post-anxiety and adrenaline exhaustion. You had to get to your cousin’s house, but that would be painful on its own. Who knows if your cousin will agree to take you in? It was unlikely she would be in a position to keep you without a job. You decided that it would be best to take Erwin’s offer of staying a bit longer, so you could at least have a few moments of rest before you become homeless.

‘Can I?’ You asked, holding back a yawn ‘I am kind of tired from the pain. I want to stay here for a little while.’

Erwin nodded and approached you to help you get up. Miche opened the door. 

‘I’ll go to sleep now.’ Miche turned back as he stopped in front of the threshold ‘I probably won’t see you before you leave, but I wish you a quick recovery, Y/n. Good night.’

Erwin was confused by him again, but decided to ignore it.

He walked you to the women’s area, holding a gas lamp to light the way. As you stumbled from exhaustion and pain you grabbed his arm to help you walk.

‘You know,’ He began ‘We have quite a few free female scout rooms. It would not be an issue to let you stay for free for a few days, even a week. Or more…’ Your mind was too exhausted to think about that now

You nodded instinctively.

‘I can’t consider it right now. I think I need to take those things the doctor gave me first.’

He nodded as you walked.

‘I’ll get you some water.’ Then he stopped abruptly ‘I have to run to get the key for the room. I’ll leave you in front of the door and then come back with the key and the water.’

You walked for a few minutes in silence. You were huffing in discomfort, especially because you had to walk down the stairs at one point. Your grip on him tightened and he loved the feeling that you were relying on him.

When you reached the door, he left you leaning against the wall. The few minutes you had to wait were excruciating. You wanted to drop to the ground and pass out. It wasn’t so much from the injury, but suddenly you found yourself burdened by a feeling of dread. You had nowhere to go. You were injured. Helpless. Your eyes started to tear up. Perhaps, you will have to return to Jan and run away later.

As Erwin returned to unlock the door you held onto him again to enter. He walked you to the bed where you immediately laid down, even though it was actually not made and you were still wearing your outside clothes and shoes. You left your sweater and the box with the pills on the nightstand.

The room was furnished in the most basic way: a wardrobe, a cupboard next to the door, a single bed with a nightstand next to it, with a gas lamp on top. It was still dark outside and you could not see the room perfectly, the only light available was from the gas lamp Erwin had carried in.

‘I can call someone to fix the bed.’ He said, but you shook your head

‘No. I’m too tired, I have to lay down right away.’ You stared at the ceiling, which had a few disorderly spiderwebs.

‘I’ll send someone to explain to your boss that the doctor said you should stay here for a few days.’ He was starting to prepare your medicine.

Your head shot up: ‘No. I don’t want to return.’ You half-whispered, and for some reason tears started to form in your eyes ‘I am not going back to that place.’

He paused from opening the capsules.

‘But what about your stuff?’

‘I’m just going to leave it behind. I have wanted to get away from Jan for a while now.’ You said ‘And I think this is fate telling me to take initiative.’

‘But where will you go?’

‘Please, can you pour the medicine in the cup? I really need it.’

He took care of it. Then he gave you the cup and helped you sit up. You gulped it down immediately.

‘Can I take your shoes off?’ He asked and you nodded as you were wiping your mouth

He was a bit confused as to why you were wearing two pairs of socks, but he did not comment. ‘And the coat?’ He moved towards you again, but you shook your head because the gun was there and you didn’t want him to see.

‘Did you leave, knowing you will never return?’

‘Yes.’

He smiled as he was turning on the gas lamp that you found on the nightstand. It added more light to the room, but it did not reveal anything more interesting. All you noticed was the flash of Erwin’s smile in the dim light.

‘You’re extremely impulsive.’ He said and you lifted the corners of your lips out of politeness. You didn’t say anything because you felt like he was disapproving of you, perhaps, because you were also disapproving of yourself. Instead, you chose to close your eyes.

‘I’m not usually like that.’

There was a slight pause. You heard him shuffling, and walking towards the door. You opened your eyes as he was leaving something small on the cupboard.

‘I’m leaving the key here.’ He turned back ‘I’ll let you rest now and I’ll send someone to check how you’re doing in a few hours. Maybe bring you some food. You should know that our food is not the tastiest.’

You nodded and closed your eyes, the last thing you heard was him opening and closing the door.

Suddenly you realised you were waking up. Somebody was poking your shoulder. As you opened your eyes and looked to the side, you saw a brown-haired woman with glasses dressed in the Corps uniform, poking your shoulder awkwardly with her index finger.

‘Oh! You’re finally awake.’ She beamed ‘I’m Hange Zoe. Erwin sent me to check on you and help you out.’ Your sweater and medicine had been moved from the nightstand and were replaced by a tray with some food on it. It definitely did not look very good and it seemed like there was enough to feed two people. There were two plates with two different types of stew, two servings of grey-coloured porridge that seemed to have already solidified and two servings of some steamed vegetables. The room was still dark.

‘Are you feeling alright?’ She asked ‘The doctor said it’s fine for you to sleep this long, but I was a bit worried.’ She then turned to the food ‘I brought you lunch, but you didn’t wake up. Did you ever wake up while I wasn’t here? I kept pushing you and pushing you-‘

‘Wait!’ You shot up and winced in pain. You had to reach into your pocket to check for the gun. It was still there, but you didn’t know if she hadn’t searched through your pockets while you slept. ‘It’s night-time? I slept through the whole day?’

She nodded.

‘You didn’t even wake up from the morning call, I assume?’ She asked and you shook your head ‘Kind of impossible to miss.’

You laid back down.

‘You want me to help you sit up?’ She asked gently and you nodded

She helped you eat by putting the tray on top of your extended legs and you had to raise the plates higher because leaning towards them hurt your chest. Unfortunately, the food was cold, but you were so hungry it was easy to ignore.

‘Did I miss dinner as well?’

‘Yeah. It’s almost midnight.’

‘Wow. You don’t need to stay. I’m so sorry. Please, go to sleep.’ You almost blushed in embarrassment ‘You must be tired from your day as a scout.’

She smiled back ‘I’m not that tired and unlike the others I can get up a bit later, because I’m more into research right now than training.’ You had no idea what she meant, but you nodded

You kept on eating on your own, sometimes forgetting you couldn’t lean forward.

‘Erwin said he wanted to talk to you.’ She spoke again ‘He was worried that you don’t have a place to stay.’

You were kind of surprised she spoke of him so informally. You thought the Survey Corps would be very strict and hierarchy would be important. You were also surprised by her chirpy demeanour.

‘I’m going to try living with my cousin.’ You said after swallowing your bite

‘How come you didn’t live with your cousin already?’

‘Why would I?’ You chuckled

‘Erwin said you worked in a sketchy area with some sketchy people. You must have been desperate before too, but you didn’t go to your relatives…’ She was looking at you so inquisitively, it was starting to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s like she was studying you, paying attention to each movement.

‘I was simply not desperate enough, I guess.’ You were breaking the crust of the solidified porridge with the spoon

‘Did you really shoot at a group of people at your workplace?’ She had a giddy smile plastered on her face

‘Yes. With blanks.’ You tried to smile back ‘From far away. I was kind of aiming for the stuff that was on the table. I guess the Commander told you everything.’ You chuckled nervously

‘No, Miche did.’

You kept on eating, but at one point she started looking around confused. She asked to help you remove your coat and instead you asked her to help you later to stand up, so you could hang it somewhere yourself. When you were done eating, that’s what she did.

‘This time I think I’ll lock the door as I sleep.’ You said, hoping she won’t think it’s strange

‘Sure thing.’ She said and prepared to leave ‘I’ll come knock on your door tomorrow morning hopefully you’ll be okay to stand up.’

‘I should be.’

After you closed the door, you locked it and hung your coat on the hook placed on it. You went to sleep after taking one pill from the box the doctor gave you.

The next morning, when Hange came by, it turned out Erwin had decided to join her. You opened the door for them, but it was half against your will because you felt self-conscious. You hadn’t had the opportunity to wash up or get ready at all. For some reason, the idea that Erwin might see you this way made you want to run away, and you hadn’t felt that in a long time.

‘Good morning.’ He said and you noticed a spark in his eyes, his stern demeanour from the night you met had evaporated ‘How have you been?’

You found yourself reflecting the same spark in your eyes. You couldn’t see yourself, but you could feel it. There was a special energy emanating from him, it was something powerful, but also kind and protective. Maybe that was the case, or maybe you were projecting these positive qualities onto him because you found him handsome. Now, in the daylight, without the stress and rush of danger, it was undeniable.

‘I cannot even begin to thank you.’ You said and you noticed your voice was shyer than you were used to ‘I feel like I would have died from exhaustion and pain if it weren’t for you.’

The corners of his lips lifted into a smile.

‘I was told you slept well.’

You nodded, looking up at him.

‘By the way,’ You began ‘I am not going to stay here more than another two days. You said I can, right?’

He shook his head ‘You can stay much longer. I was told you weren’t sure you had somewhere to stay.’

‘Oh, I do.’

‘But you told Hange…’

‘I only meant it will be difficult.’

‘Well, it is not difficult to take care of you here.’ He said ‘Also, I assume you will go back to working a similar job, and you won’t be able to for weeks, if not months.’

You looked down, feeling hopeless once again. This only confirmed that you would be tasked with convincing your cousin you will not be a burden to her. Chances were, nobody would hire you any time soon, and you would struggle to contribute anything to her income.

‘I can’t stay here for free longer than a week. I don’t want to be a burden to you any longer.’ You said this, hoping they would let you stay, but also dreading that their hospitality may be used against you some day

He reached for your shoulder: ‘Don’t worry, Y/n. Tell me, can you read and write well?’

You nodded: ‘I went to university, but I did not complete my studies because… Well, because my parents died.’

He kept quiet for a few seconds: ‘I’m sorry,’ he said ‘I also lost my parents young.’ You gave him a sympathetic smile ‘However, if you can read and write well, and you were educated, you could make yourself useful to me.’ You perked up ‘You could be my secretary. You see, the position was recently freed up.’ He smiled wide this time and as your eyes darted towards Hange, you noticed she looked confused, if not shocked ‘I will not ask you to move around much. You can even work from your bed at the beginning. Not now, of course, let’s give you a week or two of rest. The job will mostly be dealing with admin, checking through documents, summarising things, making me tea or bringing me lunch once in a while. I will bring the materials to you here, so you won’t have to carry them. On top of that you will live and eat here for free and have a wage.’

This all sounded too good to be true and now you were really starting to question his motives. He must have taken some interest in you to be so generous. It reminded you too much of your situation with Jan, a saviour coming to you in your darkest moment, followed by being overworked, underpaid and unprotected. It even sounded like an excuse to come into your bedroom in your most vulnerable state and considering the way he looked at you in the tavern, you were pretty certain his kindness was rooted in lust or some other kind of infatuation. And yet, you told yourself, so what? You have a gun. The idea of keeping the gun close reassured you in every situation. It made you feel invincible. If things ever got out of hand, you could always use the gun to get out.

‘I would love to work here.’ You smiled and noticed that Hange seemed to smile out of politeness, while Erwin seemed genuinely happy. They left you to rest for the rest of the day.

After lunch, Erwin, Miche, Hange and Levi had a meeting in Erwin’s office. They started by discussing the logistics and supplies for the next mission. At some point, Erwin announced he will have a secretary and that the secretary will be you. The room was quiet for a while. Levi raised an eyebrow and Hange pursed her lips, suppressing a laugh.

‘Yes, after all, the position recently ‘freed up’.’ She cackled ‘I wonder what the motive is to hire someone for secretarial work, with no experience, when she would be the secretary of one of the most important men inside the walls.’

‘What do you mean?’ Erwin asked, despite knowing exactly what she meant

‘A beautiful young woman.’ Levi said neutrally ‘Doing the work you have always done for yourself without difficulty. You could have just waited a bit and asked her out on a date. Saving her from that situation is all you would have needed to win her favour. Now you’ll be her boss and you can’t go out with her.’

Erwin actually went numb after he heard all of this. Firstly, because he was surprised how obvious he had made his attraction to you, and secondly because Levi described you as ‘beautiful’ without any reservation.

‘You’re both completely wrong.’ Erwin stated, and he was surprised by how calm and steady he sounded ‘I want to help her because I feel sorry for her. This is the first job I could think of, which would not require her to strain herself.’

‘Why are you two being so harsh?’ Miche intervened ‘Let Erwin live. If he has a crush on Y/n, it’s not a crime. Also, he is doing her a favour and it would be cruel to fire her now. Maybe her presence would serve him well.’

Levi grumbled: ‘What if she messes up important documents?’

‘I won’t keep her if she is terrible at the job.’ Erwin stated

‘Wait.’ Hange said pensively ‘What do you mean her presence would serve him well?’ She turned to Miche

Miche shrugged. ‘Having a pretty girl around might give him more of a motivation to come back. Make the missions less risky. Put some fear in him.’

The room went quiet for a moment, Erwin was bubbling with anger, and trying his best to not show it. It almost felt like Miche was trying to slight him, or remind him of his failures. With Erwin’s suspicions that he was also into you, this was almost too much to take. However, he had to compose himself and think about how right Miche was. He had established a reputation as a ‘devil’ for a reason, and it really was starting to come across as if he did not care about how many scouts died.

He had no intention to let you affect his focus on his dream, but for some inexplicable reason, he felt like he needed you around. He felt there was something special about you as soon as he made eye contact with you when walking down the stairs of the tavern that night. It went beyond lust, or attraction.

‘I’m doing this for her, not for myself. As I said, I feel sorry for her, that’s all’ He lied and his voice took on a more formal tone ‘I am not the one calling her ‘beautiful’, or ‘pretty’. Perhaps, you two are into her and you worry because I am hiring her.’ He turned to Miche in particular

‘Me?’ Miche looked around surprised and Erwin nodded ‘No, not at all. You can acknowledge someone looks good without being into them.’

‘Now that I think about it,’ Levi said ‘You never sniffed her like you do everyone else.’

Miche’s eyes shot open in embarrassment: ‘Are you crazy? I saw she was injured and surrounded by perverts. I wasn’t going to sniff her.’

Hange laughed at this and Erwin smiled, although he was still unconvinced that there was nothing there. Both Levi and Miche had noticed your good looks and were not afraid to state it. One thing was clear, Erwin had to give it his all to convince everyone they were wrong about his intentions. To avoid suspicion, Erwin would not be able to bring the documents to your room when you start work for him. He was going to leave that to Hange and spend as little time with you as possible, until you are able to work in the office.

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Show You Off

Set at Liam and Riley’s first wedding anniversary, and they are trying to come up with ideas to celebrate each other. - Another OUAT one shot

Song inspiration: Show You Off by Dan + Shay

A/N 1: This is participating in @choicesflashfics week 8 and I’m using prompt 3: “I’ve never done something like this before.”

A/N 2: I’m grateful for this prompt cause it got me to actually want to finish this by the end of the prompt week. And I want to thank @queenrileyrose for pre-reading this, just earlier today!

I’m also including the designs that I also created, just cause… I had fun making them and wanted to include a visual, as basic as it may be 😅 I hope it’s not too off putting!

Warnings: Tiny bit of language and just a mention of 🍋

Word Count: 2,445 (my longest yet! 😬)

Tags: Sorry if I missed anyone, let me know if you want to be added or removed @queenrileyrose @burnsoslow @bbrandy2002 @ao719 @kat-tia801 @sincerelyella @charlotteg234 @neotericthemis @kingliam2019 @iaminlovewithtrr @amandablink @iluaaa @jared2612 @sfb123 @twinkleallnight @tessa-liam @secretaryunpaid @ladyangel70 @gkittylove99 @texaskitten30 @shanzay44 @ofpixelsandscribbles @sarcastic01lily

The king and queen of Cordonia were enjoying a peaceful breakfast together in their personal quarters at the palace. Their first wedding anniversary was fast approaching, and they hadn’t discussed any plans. Riley was a ball of excitement for their upcoming milestone, but to her surprise, Liam hadn’t brought it up at all. She knew there was no way he’d forgotten, but she couldn’t hold in her excitement a minute longer.

“So..” Riley, broke their comfortable silence, “A pretty big day is coming up for us..”

Liam looked up at her with a smirk on his face, “I must say, I’m very impressed with you.” Riley had a very quizzical look on her face with his response. “I’ve been waiting for you to bring it up, here I thought you would have been talking of nothing but our wedding anniversary for the last month.” Liam smiled very brightly at the topic. Riley hurled a piece of toast at him for picking on her.

“Well excuse me for not interrupting the king’s schedule.” She laughed, completely relieved for his playful response. “So, tell me, what should we do? I’ve been dying for you to tell me there’s some great Cordonian tradition that we mustn’t be the first ones to break.”

“Heh, you always have been one to catch on quick, haven’t you, Love?” He reached over to grab her hand and peck it with a quick kiss. “Well there is one tradition, but it’s not centuries old or anything, and most certainly not something we have to do.”

“Please tell me.” Riley replied with wide excited eyes.

“It’s simple. It’s the idea that we exchange a sort of gesture rather than a gift. Like planting a tree or something of the sort for your partner.”

Riley instinctively scoffed, “I think I can do better than planting a tree for you!” Liam laughed at her instinct to declare she could do better than a tree for him.

“I take it you like the idea?”

“I love it, let’s do it.”

Liam stood from his chair and leaned down to Riley to seal the idea with a deep kiss. “Yes, let’s.”

The next day, Liam found himself in his study, wracked with thoughts about how to fulfill his end on this grand gesture tradition. He had a specific idea in mind. Something very un-Liam and the more he researched, the more he liked it. He knew his wife would be filled with shock and delight over it. He was quickly becoming more convinced on it, but he just needed to find the right design.

Suddenly, there was a quick knock on his door, and Liam called for them to enter. Drake walked into Liam’s study to catch up and check in on his best friend. Upon his entrance, he noticed Liam had laser focus on his computer screen. Liam glanced up, and once he recognized Drake, he adjusted his attention back to his desk. “Oh, hey Drake. Come on in, make yourself comfortable. What can I do for you?”

Drake did just that, but he couldn’t ignore his instinct to inquire on Liam’s current fixation. “Uh, well, you can catch me up for starters.” Drake had no idea what had him looking so serious. Liam didn’t respond assuming Drake would have no trouble helping himself to whatever he needed. “Dude! What’d you got porn on there or something? I’ve never seen a man stare at a screen so hard.”

“What? No!” Liam snapped his head up at Drake with the slightest and feigned look of offense at the comical suggestion. Drake had poured himself a finger of scotch from Liam’s bar cart and motioned, asking Liam if he’d like to join, which he did. Drake handed Liam his drink and sat down opposite him willing Liam to explain. “Well, Riley and I have our first wedding anniversary approaching, and I’m trying to figure out what to do.”

“Uh, huh. And so you’re.. online shopping? Doesn’t seem like you to simply buy something.”

“Astute as ever, Drake. I’m not online shopping. Riley has decided she wants to keep with tradition and exchange gestures instead of gifts.” Drake was interested and still curious where this was going. “I have an idea in mind, but.. it’s very permanent and I’m struggling to find the just right design.”

“Ok, so just exactly what is this very permanent gesture you are so unsure about?”

“Oh, I’m sure about it. I just want it to be right... Let me just say this, what is the one dare Leo gave me that I could never actually do?”

Drake shot straight up in his seat with immediate understanding and total shock. “No way! You want to get a tattoo!?”

True to form, Riley had enlisted Maxwell to help her plan this gesture gift exchange that she and Liam had agreed to. When they came up with the idea, she thought it was the brightest and best idea ever, but now here, in her own private study, she was struggling to come up with an idea. Even Maxwell had completely gushed over the tradition when she told him, but now even his over the top brain was drawing a blank. “And you’re sure you’re totally against the crotch-less panties idea?” He asked very seriously.

Riley side eyed him hard, but after a minute long stare, she shrugged and replied with a sigh, “I’ll call it plan B.” Maxwell nodded at her with pride that she put the idea on the table. “I just.. want to do a huge gesture, but also subtle.. something eternal.”

Maxwell slapped his hand and arm down on the table in a stroke of genius. “I got it!” Riley looked up at him with intrigued eyes. “You should tattoo his name on you!” Her eyes fell immediately with disappointment.

“Maxwell, I’m not even allowed to wear colorful nail polish. There’s no way I could get a tattoo.”

“Well then, get the tattoo on your ass.”

“Honestly, what am I going to do with you?” Riley said although she was secretly letting her mind wander. It’d be kinda perfect. The ass placement would be a little less than romantic as she wanted. But, his name permanently inked on her, she actually liked it. “So… just exactly where would we get all the bodily image regulations, anyway?”

Maxwell clapped his hands in excitement, “I sure as shit don’t know the official rules, but I can bet we know who does!” The next thing they knew, Riley and Maxwell found themselves in front of Bertrand.

“My dearest brother, I don’t know why, but I have always dreaded this day. Somehow, I just knew you’d lure our queen Riley into some drastic shenanigans. Little did I know you’d encourage her into a tattoo!”

“But it’s a gesture of love! And a Cordonian tradition! It’s their first wedding anniversary. And our queen wants to permanently honor our king. Hello, it’s true love!”

With Maxwell’s over excited attitude, Bertrand could only concede. “Lady Riley, if you wish to proceed, I must tell you, there are actually no restrictions on Royal bodily tattoos. You are permitted to a subtle ink job.” Riley couldn’t stop from withholding her excitement. She’d get Liam’s name tattoed on her as soon as possible, she loved the idea. She just needed to put a plan in motion.

For Liam, his plan fell into place quite easily. With Drake’s help, they found a tattoo artist that was more than willing to discreetly meet the king at the palace to get the job done. The timing worked out perfectly, three days before their anniversary date, Riley was due in Valtoria for a ribbon cutting ceremony. A usually quick appearance, but she very conveniently announced she’d stay overnight to prevent exhaustion from the quick travels.

She even assured him she’d take her time in Valtoria, and include time to make casual appearances around the area to visit the residents. It gave Liam more than enough time, it was perfect.

For Riley, she quickly finagled a side quest into her already existing planned visit to Valtoria. Maxwell was already scheduled to attend the event with her to continue with House Beaumont’s standing alliance and connection to the crown. He would help find a local shop for Riley to discreetly dip into.

Liam had already agreed to her extended stay under her guise of visiting the residents. Sure she would, including a visit to a well kept tattoo parlor. It gave her more than enough time, it was perfect.

On the day of Riley’s trip, she hastily began her travels after exchanging her affectionate goodbyes with Liam. Once Liam felt like a comfortable amount of time had passed since Riley’s departure, he had Bastien contact Mara to confirm their safe and steady passage. All seeming to be part of normal security protocol, which was of course part of Liam’s intention, but he also wanted to get started on his appointment.

Liam had decided to use his office for his in-home tattoo parlor. Drake was there to offer his moral support, and to actually see this take place.

“Are you nervous?” Drake asked, he was still in disbelief this was happening. Any time Leo wanted to win a good ‘dare-off’ with Liam, he’d end it by daring Liam to get a tattoo. Any tattoo. But Liam would never take that dare. To him it was too reckless to permanently modify his body on the whim of a dare.

“Not at all,” Liam answered with a smile.

They were cut off with a knock at the door, and Bastien entered with the tattoo artist in tow. The man was covered head to toe in ink and was extremely professional while he set up his designated station and sanitized his tools. After a while, Liam provided the design he created and showed where he wanted it placed. Liam positioned himself in the chair and the artist began his work.

Riley had finished her appearance, and she and Maxwell started to wander down the beaten path in Valtoria. Riley was relying on Maxwell to lead the way as he assured he found an appropriate place and made arrangements with the owner to accommodate the queen.

“I have the address, but aren’t we supposed to find some bright neon sign that says tattoo? I’ve been keeping my eyes peeled for it”

“I wouldn’t know, believe it or not Maxwell, I’ve never done something like this before.” Riley answered with no surprise that he would be looking for something as ridiculous as that. Once Riley stepped in with navigations, they quickly found the parlor that was eagerly awaiting her arrival. The staff greeted her and directed her to the booth and artist that would be working on her. She handed over the final draft of what she wanted and laid out where she wanted it and they got started.

Liam and Riley each woke up the next morning, missing each other, but grateful for the night apart to keep their tattoos under its covering without having to explain it. Liam went into the bathroom to clean his hands and carefully uncover his tattoo with plenty of ointment available to keep the area from getting too dry. He was ecstatic with the finished work and now just had to think of how to conceal it when his wife returned home.

Riley couldn’t wait to uncover her fresh ink. She sat up in her bed in Valtoria and quickly peeled off the covering. She loved it and gently touched it to make sure it was real. In the thrill and excitement of getting the tattoo, she had momentarily forgotten what to do next with it and surprisingly, it was Maxwell that reminded her of the needed new tattoo care.

To both Liam and Riley’s surprise, it was fairly easy to conceal the gestures they created for one another. The two were usually unable to keep off each other and they both worried that their singular desire for a little more distance would raise an immediate red flag. But neither said a thing, not wanting to encourage an annoying line of questioning.

The night of their anniversary date had arrived and they enjoyed a very romantic and intimate dinner out in the capital. They were both eager to finally reveal their gestures, and Riley insisted she go first. For some reason, she was a little nervous.

“Ok, I wanted to do something to show you how proud I am of you, to be your wife, your family, your queen. I want to be with you for forever, and I want to show you that you’ll always be with me.” She raised her left hand with curled fingers up to cover her mouth. “Ready?” She asked, and then she slowly twisted her wrist outward to display the fresh ink in the form of a beautifully scripted and ornate “L.R.” on her wrist.

Liam’s eyes went wide with utter shock and delight, the very reaction he expected out of her. He was already moved with her touching declaration and his heart was bursting with affection at his initials adorned on her body. “Do.. do you like it?”

“Like it!?” His eyes darted from her wrist to her eyes, “I absolutely love it, Riley, I never imagined someone doing something like this for me. I am in awe of you.”

Riley was thrilled with his elation, but now it was her turn. “What.. do you have for me?”

“Heh, well considering what you did for me, I think you’re gonna like what I did for you.” He removed the oversized watch he had been wearing on this left hand, and set his elbow upright on the table, displaying the fresh tattoo on his wrist that read “Riley” with a gold crown just above the name on the end.

“Oh my…. Oh my God, Liam! You didn’t!” Riley couldn’t stop from covering her mouth with her hands in complete and total shock. She grabbed his wrist and pulled it to her face. “How did you…. How did you know!? Was it Maxwell, did he spill my surprise? Liam how did you possibly know? This is amazing, look at us! We match! I love it!” She was squealing with joy and excitement.

Liam laughed heartily, “I promise I did not know, it seems we share more than just a heart, we share a mind as well.” Liam got up from his seat and pulled a hefty load of cash from his wallet to drop on the table to tip the staff, and he reached and pulled Riley from her chair. “Now, we are getting out of here, and I am putting a baby in you tonight.” He said with the most devilish grin Riley had ever seen.

[hecckyeah]

Hello there!! I'm here to ask: what were your thoughts on the Rookie season finale?

HEY FRIEND!

Oh ho ho do I have some Thoughts™ for you.

Once again I'm going to break this up into Chenford and Non-Chenford

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Starting off with Non-Chenford!!

First off, I had a hard time seeing this as the season finale because of the whole 10 episodes thing, so wrapping my head around that is still..... Just sad. I feel like there were so many different directions they could have taken the season, but it is what it is, and I'm trying to see the good parts for what they are :)

One of the weirdest things this season was probably the whole Bailan having a child thing (or not???) and the way the finale tried to handle that was just..... weird.

I mean maybe it is because I'm biased against Bailan (I really cannot stand them) but the writers are doing too much. They were established as a specifically child-free couple, and since we already have multiple couples with kids and we're all rooting for the same thing for Chenford (also has been foreshadowed for them), I feel like this is just the same storyline over and over again. Maybe instead of trying to introduce a new kid for Nolan, maybe (and this is kind of far fetched) get back to the son he already has, and maybe add some grandkids??? idk, just seems like Bailan as grandparents instead of new parents has lots of comedic potential and it's something that hasn't been done yet.

Oh yeah, and on that same note-- the whole Oscar and Jason situation?? Totally unnecessary and odd. I like Oscar as comedy relief behind bars, but not anywhere else. The dude has caused enough mayhem from inside prison, I don't need him galavanting around anywhere. The writers seem desperate to beat that dead horse.

(man okay apparently I had more beef with this season than I thought I did. trying to dial it back a little bit now)

So, to me the whole finale just felt very . . . patchwork. That's the only way I can describe it, truly. It's like a bunch of pieces were stitched together to create some sort of ending to a very stitched-together season.

Argentina?? Love the concept of it if it was fleshed out but cannot deal with the execution. It was SO sudden. Absolutely zero warning. Why Argentina specifically?? And why is Nolan not literally in an Argentinian prison somewhere for his disobedience? Who let him get away scot-free again?

Although I will say, Monica high-tailing it into the middle of absolutely nowhere, prancing through cactuses and brush in high heels, is genuinely the funniest thing this show has done all season.

I'm feeling a whole lot of vindication toward Blair London, as I think we all are! Had a funny feeling about that one from the beginning.

UM EXCUSE ME WRITERS. WHAT IS BABY WOPEZ'S DANG NAME???????

at this point I'm 10008% sure she's just going to grow up without a name smh

Also I know I've said this about 359238 times already, but why is Celina still in long sleeves??? there's no way she's only been a rookie for less than 6 months. This timeline, you guys. I can't. Poor girl is gonna die in long sleeves. The only silver lining is that it looks like Tim will be her TO for the foreseeable future, with Nolan's injury. Maybe that will get things rolling, idk. We can hope.

I've heard other people say this so I just have to echo it real quick. I miss the old Rookie. Bring back boring days on patrol, with 6-19 different calls per day instead of these massive decked out plots that a normal LAPD officer wouldn't even be touching. I want bridal gown brawls again!!! Show me the monotony!! The character development!!!!! The little lunches out by the food trucks!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stop making everyone and their mother a detective. Make someone another TO for once, and bring another rookie into the mix!!!! (Also let someone transfer to another station and/or wash out of the program mid-year for once smh *****COUGH celina COUGH****) Seasons 1-3 were truly peak Rookie and I miss it terribly.

There really isn't anything I truly loved about the finale, sadly, aside from Chenford (see below). I watched it twice, and both times it was just . . . Not it. The addition of Monica was random and pointless, and I despise her guts. I feel like this season could have been literally just the patrol cops answering calls and then mid-wilshire family movie nights and bonding time afterwards and we would have eaten. it. up. No need for the flashy lights and the big bad plot lines. But oh well, I suppose it is what it is.

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OKAYYYY now on to Chenford :) Hoooo boy.

Let me just start out by saying -- NANNY LUCY MY BELOVED she's so freakin adorable I love her to death. What a queen.

The little "good to have you" I'M DEAD.

Okay but on a serious note, the whole breakup storyline is so heartbreaking, I've kind of felt numb toward it this whole time. Maybe it's a combination of life stuff keeping me busy and distracted, and knowing that they're not going to stay apart forever (because the showrunners are smart and they know that if chenford stays apart, they lose their entire fanbase), but I haven't felt quite as devastated as I would have, say, a couple months ago. I can't get behind it and I don't quite see the reasoning, but mostly I've been skating along pretty okay. It's weird.

That being said, I am SO GLAD about the direction they're going. Tim is growing in leaps and bounds, and I would LOVE to show this season to his season 1 self.

Would I have liked a little more cohesive conversation before the finale? Of course. Tim owes Lucy that real, adult talk, but with the time they had, I'm glad we are where we are.

I think the elevator scene was really beautiful. It gently touches on a lot of points from the last 5 seasons, just regarding their very different personalities and the way Lucy has treated Tim and vice versa. I think Tim is realizing most of his mistakes and -- dare I say -- double standards in their relationship, not just as a couple, but as friends and even back to their TO/Rookie times. Lucy has always been incredibly self-aware and empathetic, and those are things that have been largely missing from his side of things. But now, he's finally willing to admit that he needs to reassess his life and attitude, and I think that's so amazing.

(Actually it's a crazy cool parallel to Isabel, but I think that's a whole post for another day hahah)

I'm also SOO happy with how open-ended they left the elevator conversation. Anything more would have felt rushed and out of place. They're committed to the slow-burn game now apparently, and as impatient as I am . . . I can respect it.

ALSO I AM INSANE ABOUT THE SAVE IN THE TRUCK. Ahem Lucy kicking everyone's butt and looking good doing it?? Yes ma'am, slay queen!!!!!!! Also those little split-second looks they shared afterward, just carve those into my tombstone already. Tim climbing out of the car looking like he just went through a wood chipper but he can't keep his eyes off his gorgeous, beat-up ex-gf who has saved his live multiple times now? DELICIOUS. The life-saving parallels???!! I need to write so many fics and analyses. They just can't stop saving each other against absolutely all odds. It's programmed into their DNA at this point. I'm so so so insane. OMG

To summarize -- I hate that they broke up in the first place but I do see the light at the end of the tunnel. I loved their small interactions this ep, almost like a bittersweet nod to what they used to be and will be again in the future.

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I have some more thoughts that are ping-ponging around my head, but I'm currently down with a fever and a cough so I haven't the energy to actually write them down lol but I plan to add to this later! Even if it's just in small random posts.

Thanks so much for the ask!! <3

[maybeimamuppet]

i fell and you helped me to stand

hello everyone!! i hope you’re having a great day!! welcome to this lil sickfic :) 

i also wanted to say a quick thank you for all the love on my last fic!! it was truly so so so much more than i was expecting and i so appreciate all the engagement. much love to you all <3

tw for

illness

vomit

mentioned/implied previous abuse 

and if i’ve missed anything please let me know so i can put it in!!

enjoy!

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Agatha Trunchbull was correct about very few things when it came to children. The children of the former Crunchem Hall gradually learned that they were not maggots, not squirmy little vermin who deserved to be trampled and locked away until they reached adulthood. 

But she was correct about one singular point. 

Children are germy. Snotty, sickly, little bags of germs. Not exclusively, of course. But germy nonetheless. 

Matilda knew she didn’t have the strongest immune system. She hadn’t seen a doctor until she was five, since her parents had simply forgotten she’d be in need of healthcare. She hadn’t had any vaccines, and she’d had no other children to play with and build up any sort of immunity that way. 

It was really only a matter of time before she got sick. But this? This is worse than anyone could’ve imagined. 

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It starts innocently enough. Matilda wakes on a Tuesday morning with a tickle in her throat and an ache in her head. 

Miss Honey says tea can fix anything, so Matilda requests a cup alongside her orange juice with breakfast. She read enough cartons of orange juice as a toddler to know all the vitamins on the ingredients label by heart. They should help get this bug away nice and quick. 

“Goodness,” Miss Honey says when Matilda gives a violent sneeze as soon as her eggs are rested in front of her. “Bless you.”

“Excuse me,” Matilda says sheepishly. 

“Of course, love. Are you feeling alright?” 

“Oh, yes, I’m fine, thank you Miss Honey,” Matilda says rapidly. She stuffs a bite of breakfast into her mouth to avoid having to answer any further questions. 

Her stomach begins to ache as soon as she gets it all down. She’s hoping she just ate too quickly. Miss Honey looks at her oddly as she pops up like a little gopher and rushes to start doing the dishes. 

“Matilda, dear, the dishes don’t need to be done so quickly,” she says in concern. “I haven’t even finished yet!” 

“They need doing,” Matilda shrugs. “I might as well get them done quickly.” 

“Doing them is not your job, Matilda.” 

“It isn’t yours either,” Matilda mumbles as she rests the plate in the drying rack. “Aren’t children meant to have chores?”

“Well, yes,” Miss Honey admits. “But… you should have chores so that we can have a tidy home. As long as they get done before we leave the house, where is the harm?” 

Matilda sniffles and surreptitiously wipes her nose off on the dish cloth. “I’m sorry.” 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Matilda,” Miss Honey says comfortingly, crouching down to her height and tipping her chin up. “I appreciate you wanting to help. But you mustn’t strain yourself.” 

“Yes, Miss Honey,” Matilda says softly. Miss Honey frowns the slightest bit. 

“Are you sure you’re feeling alright, darling? Your nose is a bit red.” 

“I’m sure. Time for school?” 

“Yes, I suppose it is,” Miss Honey says. Matilda rushes to grab her book bag and tie on her shoes. She gets a coughing fit she tries to silence and fumbles with her shoelaces. She shoots Miss Honey a bright smile she can’t quite force to meet her eyes and stands upright again so quickly she gets dizzy. 

She loses her breath much more quickly than she normally does on their walk to school. She tries to keep her panting as quiet as she can so Miss Honey doesn’t worry. They always get to school in plenty of time, so she has time to take it a bit slower than normal. 

“Are you going to wait out here for Lavender?” Miss Honey asks when they make it to the large playground in front of the school. 

“Yes, I think so,” Matilda responds. Miss Honey nods, pulling out the large key to unlock the gates in front of the school and open them wide. 

“I really don’t want to leave you out here all alone,” Miss Honey says in concern when she comes back to Matilda on the bench. 

“I’ll be alright. It’s a nice morning,” Matilda says. “I’ll come find you should anything happen.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes, I’ll be fine,” Matilda confirms. She hopes Miss Honey doesn’t press any further. Talking so much is starting to hurt her throat. 

“Alright, darling. Take my jumper, and come inside if you get cold. Don’t want you catching a chill,” Miss Honey says. Matilda wraps her comfy pink cardigan over her shoulders and curls into a small ball. Miss Honey gives her a goodbye hug before she clicks off into the building. Matilda takes this time for a quick nap in the cool air.

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Somehow, Matilda makes it through the day. She almost fell asleep in her history class and was sent to the hall to handle a coughing fit during algebra, but beyond that, she made it through nearly unscathed. 

She’s hoping to start feeling better the next morning, but if anything, she only feels worse. The tickle in her throat has escalated to a burning that scratches painfully every time she speaks, swallows, or coughs. Her sinuses are congested everywhere they can be, and it’s making her head pound in addition to the sniffles she’s come down with now. 

The next day gets even worse. She’s so dizzy she can hardly stand, but she claws her way through another day of school. They’ve started Pride and Prejudice in her English class, and she just can’t bear to miss a day. Or so she tells herself. 

Friday, somehow, is even worse. She feels almost like she’s watching someone else puppet her body around as she gets ready for school. She’s freezing, shivering and hands shaking as she tries to tie the ribbon on the back of her uniform. It’s sloppier than she normally does, but she’s not sure she’d be able to do it again at all if she tried to make it neater. 

She barely picks at her toast at breakfast. Her stomach is starting to ache on top of everything, and she can hardly stomach even the simple bread and butter. So tired. 

She can tell Miss Honey is concerned, so she forces herself up and over to the sink to scrub the dishes clean and try to maintain some normalcy. It does seem to assuage Miss Honey’s suspicions well enough.

The walk to school is a mere trudge that morning. Matilda focuses on keeping steady, one foot in front of the other, and holding to Miss Honey’s warm hand. 

She tries so hard, but all she can think about during her lessons is the ache in her head and how difficult it is to breathe and how sore her throat is and how much she, for once, can’t wait for the school day to end so she can go home and rest. 

She gives Lavender, Nigel, and Bruce most of her lunch. She eats enough to keep her going without upsetting her stomach any more and gives them the rest. She deflates a bit when she remembers that the end of lunchtime means recess.

Miss Honey has one rule for Matilda at school that none of the other children have. She must play at recess. Miss Honey changed the schedule around so that the oldest and youngest kids have recess at the same time, so that Matilda could be in classes challenging enough for her gifted mind while also getting time to interact and play with children her age. 

Matilda takes to the swings for a while, mostly just to have somewhere to sit down. Actually swinging proves to be too much for her head, so she hops down to give someone else a turn and makes her way to the slides. 

Her hands and knees start shaking again as she climbs up the ladder to the top. She feels as if she’s just climbed Mount Everest, which she does actually want to do someday. Just most definitely not today. 

It’s almost the opposite of what she used to feel doing her telekinesis. Instead of a burning or a fizzing in her mind; it feels cold, like all her neurons have frozen over. A strange blackness starts creeping into the edges of her vision as she pushes herself to go down. 

She doesn’t remember hitting the bottom. 

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“Miss Honey, come quick!” 

“Amanda? What’s the matter?” Jenny asks in shock as the pigtailed girl throws the door to her office open. 

“It’s Matilda, Miss! She went down the slide and now she won’t wake up!” Amanda says frantically. 

Jenny practically leaps out of her chair and runs through the winding hallways of the school after the young girl towards the playground. Amanda leads her over to the slides, and sure enough, Matilda is lying sprawled at the bottom surrounded by a few other young ones. 

“Don’t touch her, please! Let her be, children,” she yells as she goes running over. “Amanda, Nigel, would you please go fetch the school nurse? Take my badge, if anyone tries to stop you tell them I sent you and it’s an emergency.”

“Yes, Miss,” the children say, taking it and running off back towards the building. 

“Did any of you see what happened?” Jenny asks the other children as she gently strokes Matilda’s hair away from her face. “How long has she been unconscious?”

“Unconkjus?” Eric questions. 

“Asleep, how long has she been asleep?”

“Not long, Miss,” Bruce responds. “She was shaking when she climbed up, I tried to stop her, Miss, honest I did! And then she fell asleep going down and won’t wake up.”

“Is she dead?!” Lavender asks frantically. 

“No, darling, she just fainted,” Miss Honey says soothingly. “She’ll be alright. Did she hit her head or neck on anything?”

“No, Miss Honey,” Alice says. “I saw the whole thing, she just… fell asleep.” 

“Alright, not a concussion, then,” Jenny tuts to herself. “Oh, darling.” 

Matilda’s eyes flutter open and she gives a pained little groan. 

“Matilda? Can you hear me, love?” Jenny asks softly. She faintly hears Lavender burst into relieved tears behind her, but is too focused on Matilda to be able to comfort her. Bruce wraps the girl in a nice big hug, so Jenny feels alright focusing on Matilda for a moment. 

Matilda whimpers softly, but her eyes do focus on Jenny. She licks her chapped lips before she just barely whispers a, “Yes.”

“Good, good,” Jenny says comfortingly. It seems to have the opposite effect as Matilda bursts into tears. “Oh, darling, what’s the matter?”

“I’m sorry,” Matilda chokes. “I’m sorry, I-”

“Shh, my little firefly, it’s alright,” Jenny hushes. “Come here.”

Gently, slowly, she pulls Matilda into her lap and brushes the dirt off her back. Matilda rests  limply against her shoulder and cries miserably. 

“It’s alright, you’re alright, shh,” Jenny continues. “Let’s get you inside, come along. Thank you for your help, children, you all behaved very maturely today.”

“Feel better, Matilda!” Lavender calls as Jenny hoists Matilda into her arms and starts walking back towards the school building. Matilda continues weeping into her shoulder as she’s carried through the hallways to Jenny’s office. 

“Oh, Miss Honey!” Nigel says as he almost crashes into her. Amanda comes around the corner with the school nurse. “We were just coming back!” 

“Let’s go to my office,” Jenny says to the nurse. Amanda hands back Jenny’s badge. “Thank you, Nigel, Amanda, you can go back to your recess now.”

“Alright, Miss!” Nigel says as he and Amanda go running back to the playground. Jenny continues walking the way she was headed, and the nurse follows after her. 

“What happened?” she asks as the heavy oak door closes behind them. 

“She’s seemed unwell all week and she just fainted on the playground, I’m not sure,” Jenny says. She sits in her desk chair and keeps Matilda in her lap to be examined. “She hasn’t complained of anything.” 

Matilda seems too exhausted to resist the treatment she gets. She obediently lets the nurse stick a thermometer under her tongue and check her pulse and blood pressure. 

“She’s got a very high temperature,” the nurse says in concern. She shows Jenny the thermometer, and Jenny gawks at the number on the end. “Her vitals are a bit weak, but fine. Recess with the fever was likely just too strenuous. She’ll need plenty of rest and fluids, but she should be alright.” 

“Should I take her to a doctor’s?” Jenny asks. 

“I would, simply due to the… fainting spell,” the nurse surmises. “I doubt it’s anything serious, but someone should double check.” 

“Alright. Thank you very much,” Jenny says. The nurse nods and packs up her equipment to head back to her office. 

“I’m sorry,” Matilda chokes again. 

“What are you apologizing for, darling? It’s not your fault,” Jenny hushes. “We’ll go to the doctor’s and see what’s the matter and then go home, alright?” 

Matilda doesn’t respond, she just nuzzles her snotty nose closer into Jenny’s shoulder and cries. Jenny tries to hide her concern. Why wouldn’t Matilda tell her she was unwell? Why won’t she speak now? 

“Come along,” Jenny says softly. She picks Matilda up again and heads to the closest classroom. “Mr. Lazella? I’m going to be out for the rest of the day, could you please let any students looking for me know? I’ll handle any concerns next week.”

“Sure thing, Miss Honey,” the man replies. “Everything alright?”

“Oh, yes, she’s just feeling a bit under the weather,” Jenny replies. “We’re off to see the doctor. Thank you again.”

“Not a problem. Have a nice weekend, you two.”

“You as well,” Jenny replies. He leaves him back to his class and carries Matilda out of the building towards the gate. It’s quite a long walk to the nearest doctor. Jenny sighs and musters up all her strength to be able to carry Matilda the whole way. 

They aren’t more than twenty feet down the road when a beep suddenly sounds from behind them. Jenny startles and leaps to the side of the road, but it’s only Mrs. Phelps. She squeals to a stop and pokes her head out the window. 

“Afternoon, Miss Honey!” 

“Oh, Mrs. Phelps!” Jenny replies. “Hello!”

“Oh, Matilda,” Mrs. Phelps says when she notices the state the young girl is in. She’s stopped crying, luckily, but she’s very clearly ill and upset as she lazes against Jenny’s shoulder. “What’s the matter?”

“We aren’t sure, yet. She’s had quite a day,” Jenny replies. “We’re on our way to the doctor.” 

“You’ll never make it on foot! Get in, get in,” Mrs. Phelps says.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t-”

“Listen, Honey, I care about this child more than myself, get in the damn bus,” Mrs. Phelps insists. Jenny nods curtly and climbs aboard the mobile library. There’s not a spectacular amount of room to sit, but there is a folding chair that Jenny settles in and holds Matilda on her lap. 

Mrs. Phelps putters the bus to life again, and soon they’re hurtling towards the town at a speed Jenny isn’t entirely comfortable with. 

Before she knows it, they’re pulling up alongside the road outside the doctor’s. “I’ll wait here and give you lot a ride home. Go get her checked out.” 

“Will do. Thank you very much, Mrs. Phelps,” Jenny says as she climbs back off. 

“Don’t mention it.” 

For the first time in nearly an hour, Jenny puts Matilda down in one of the scratchy seats in the waiting room and heads to get her checked in. She takes the paperwork she needs to fill out and settles into the chair beside Matilda. 

The situation is rather dire, but Jenny smiles as Matilda leans into her shoulder with a sniffle. Her smile grows as she writes Matilda Honey into the patient name box. She fills out all her own information for the parent box, and then it gets to the reason for visit section. 

Jenny writes what she knows. Fever, fainting… what else? 

“What other symptoms have you had recently, darling?” she asks. Matilda’s lip starts to tremble again at the question, so Jenny desperately slides off her chair and kneels in front of her. “Oh, firefly, it’s alright. I promise you it’ll be alright. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll just ask if you’ve felt something and you give me a nod or a head shake, alright?”

Matilda sniffs again and nods. Jenny squeezes her hand and keeps it in hers as she sits back in her seat and picks up the pen. 

“Stuffy nose? I can’t tell if that’s from you being so poorly or from all your crying, poor dear,” Jenny begins. Matilda nods, so Jenny marks it down. “Headaches?” Another nod. “Sore throat?” Another nod. “Stomachaches?” Yet another nod. “Chills?” Yet again, a nod. “Aches?” Matilda nods again. “Oh, sweetheart. You must be absolutely miserable.” 

Matilda nods and fiddles with the hem of her dress. Jenny squeezes her hand and squishes her cheek against the top of the little girl’s head. 

“Well, with any luck, the doctor will be able to tell us what to do to get you feeling better,” Jenny says. 

A nurse comes by and very kindly takes the paperwork back to the desk for her so Jenny doesn’t have to leave Matilda’s side. They have a short wait for the doctor, during which Jenny points out all the fun decorations on the walls around them. Matilda doesn’t so much as smile. 

Eventually, another nurse calls for Matilda, so they follow her back towards an examination room. Matilda hops up onto the table and wiggles in discomfort at the crinkle of the paper beneath her. Jenny sits in the chair against the wall while Matilda gets her basic vitals checked yet again. 

“Very high temperature, poor little dear,” the nurse tuts again. She gently guides Matilda to stand to check her height and weight. Jenny’s glad to see she’s grown a few inches and put on a few pounds since coming to live with her. Getting Matilda to eat properly has been one of the biggest struggles of their entire ordeal. “Everything else seems alright. The doctor will see you shortly.”

“Thank you,” Jenny says genuinely. The nurse nods and shuts the door. Matilda is fidgeting with her fingers, wringing them tightly in her palms before loosening her grip and then repeating the motion with the other hand. Jenny stands, heads over to her, and gently runs a finger from her wrist down to her first fingernail. “Almost done, darling. The doctor just needs to examine you and then we can head home.” 

Matilda nods, and watches as Jenny traces all the bones in her little hand. She croaks, “What will the doctor do?” 

Jenny suddenly remembers that Matilda has only been here once so far for a well check, not when she’s been ill. No wonder she’s so anxious, she has no idea what to expect. 

“She’s going to read everything the nurse took down and that we put on your paperwork so she knows what she’s working with, and then she’s going to come in here. She’s probably going to ask us some questions about what’s happened and a bit more about what you’re feeling. Then she’ll check your eyes, ears, and throat to see if she can tell visibly what the matter is,” Jenny begins. “And she’ll check your heart and breathing. She might touch your neck to see if you have any swelling, and she might check your reflexes. If you’d like, we could ask her to explain why she’s doing things before she does them.”

Matilda nods. “Yes, please.” 

“Alright. I’ll let her know when she comes in,” Jenny promises. She stays standing against the wall so she can hold Matilda’s hand and provide some comfort.

The doctor comes in and washes her hands as she gives them a greeting. As promised, Jenny asks if she wouldn’t mind telling Matilda what she’s going to do and why during the examination. The doctor knows a bit of their history; that Matilda has a history of abuse and a brilliant mind, and agrees readily. 

As Jenny expected, it begins with a conversation as she shines a light into Matilda’s eyes (to check for infection, and see how quick her brain tells her pupils to contract in response to the light) and ears (much the same reason). 

Matilda tells the doctor that she’s been feeling unwell since Tuesday morning when she woke up, and that she’s felt worse every day since. Jenny curses herself for not noticing or making the child stay home and rest. How could she not have noticed? 

“Doesn’t look to be strep throat,” the doctor says as she peeks down Matilda’s throat. “Say aah, please. That will lift your tonsils and lower your tongue so I have a better view. Mm… not tonsillitis either, though there is a fair bit of inflammation.” 

Jenny squeezes Matilda’s hand as the doctor massages around her throat to check for swelling. 

“Well, by the looks of things and your symptoms I think this is just a particularly nasty flu,” the doctor says as she concludes the examination by listening to Matilda’s heart and breathing. “Her heart sounds fine, and she doesn’t have the sounds of pneumonia. I think the fainting was just working too hard with such a high fever.” 

“The flu,” Jenny breathes, relieved it isn’t something more serious. The doctor nods. 

“You can give her your standard over-the-counter flu medication according to the directions to help ease her symptoms. And beyond that, all she needs is hydration, food, and rest,” she explains. 

“Alright. Thank you, Doctor,” Jenny says. 

“Anytime. And come see us a bit earlier next year for your inoculation,” the doctor says with a wink. “Feel better, Matilda.” 

She leaves then, so Jenny helps Matilda down from the table and leads her out of the building. Matilda manages to climb into the mobile library herself this time, and Jenny follows right behind her. 

“What’s the problem, then?” Mrs. Phelps asks. 

“Nasty flu, poor thing,” Jenny says. “It is the season for it, I suppose.” 

“That it is,” Mrs. Phelps nods. “You need anything else or is it straight home?” 

“I should pick up a few things from the shops,” Jenny tuts to herself. “Would you mind a quick stop?”

“Not at all,” Mrs. Phelps replies. Jenny once again wonders how this woman ever got a driver’s license as they’re off to the nearest store to pick up some sick day supplies. 

“Matilda, do you just want to stay with Mrs. Phelps? I won’t be long,” Jenny asks. Matilda nods and curls in on herself in her chair. “Alright. I’ll be right back.” 

Jenny rushes into the shop and straight to the medication aisle. Matilda loves strawberries, so she grabs that flavor of children’s flu medicine and a bag of cough drops. 

She adds some crackers, ginger ale, and some extra tea to her basket as well. Her shop is completed with some ingredients for a nice soup, and she’s back on the bus in under five minutes.

“Wow, that really was quick,” Mrs. Phelps says in slight shock. 

“Yes, well,” Jenny replies airily, smoothing down her hair and dress. She can tell by the look Mrs. Phelps gives her that she understands. Her daughter is ill, and she’s worried. 

“Let’s get you two home,” Mrs. Phelps says. Jenny goes to the back of the bus and takes her spot next to Matilda again. 

“Almost home. Then you can rest,” she whispers. Matilda nods without looking at her. Jenny frowns in concern and squeezes her hand. Matilda gives a weak squeeze back and continues staring at her shoes. 

Mrs. Phelps has them home in no time. Jenny climbs off first and helps Matilda down the steps. Matilda starts a slow trudge off towards the house after weakly thanking the librarian for all her help. Jenny’s about to follow her when Mrs. Phelps suddenly calls a, “Miss Honey!” 

“Yes?” Jenny replies, taking a few steps back towards the library. A large stack of books is suddenly thrust at her. “Oh, my goodness.”

“You’ll need supplies,” Mrs. Phelps says. “Her favorites, and a few new ones.” 

“Thank you,” Jenny says genuinely. “And thank you for driving us about. If I can ever return the favor somehow, do please let me know.”

“Just get that girl feeling better,” Mrs. Phelps says with a wink. 

“Will do,” Jenny says. She waves as Mrs. Phelps goes peeling and puttering out of sight before she meets Matilda at the front door. “Alright, got loads of books for us to read while you’re down for the count. Look at these!” Matilda gives a weak smile as Jenny finds the right key and unlocks the door. “You alright, love? You’re looking a bit green.”

Jenny finds out why quite quickly. Matilda’s barely in the house before she’s bending over and her lunch is making a reappearance. Jenny almost drops the books in her panic, but manages to catch them again at the last second, rest them on the table inside the door and go rub Matilda’s back. 

“Oh, firefly,” she murmurs as Matilda retches again. “Get it up, darling, poor thing.” 

“I’m sorry,” Matilda sobs as soon as she’s finished. “I-I’ll clean it up, I promise! I’m sorry!” 

“You will not clean it up,” Jenny promises. “It’s alright, love, you didn’t mean it. You’re unwell. You’re going to go rest.” 

“But-”

“Matilda, I’ve been a primary school teacher for ten years. I’ve seen plenty of vomit,” Jenny says. “Come on.” 

Jenny reaches a hand for her. Matilda hesitates, like she doesn’t believe she quite deserves to take it, before she steps her way around the puddle and follows Jenny up the stairs to her room. 

Jenny roots through her dresser to find Matilda’s coziest pajamas and rests them on her bed. Matilda watches, crying pitifully, and she startles a bit when Jenny goes to crouch in front of her. 

“Can I help you get changed or would you like privacy?” Jenny asks. One step at a time. 

“Help?” Matilda asks. “But I-”

“You were sick. That’s not your fault, darling,” Jenny comforts. “I’m not upset with you.” 

“But-” Matilda says again. 

“Matilda,” Jenny insists. “You had no control over that. It happens sometimes. Would you be mad at me for getting ill?” Matilda shakes her head. “So is it fair for me to be upset with you for getting ill?” Matilda thinks for a moment before she shakes her head again with a little sniffle. “Exactly. We’re going to get you all taken care of, and you’re going to rest. That’s all you’re responsible for right now.” 

“Yes, Miss Honey,” Matilda mumbles. “I think I need help.” 

“Alright, darling. Turn around for me,” Jenny says. Matilda does, so Jenny slides her jacket off her shoulders and undoes the bow at the back of her uniform dress. Matilda does her best to undo the buttons at the collar and lifts her arms so Jenny can lift it over her head. 

Jenny places it in the hamper to be washed since it didn’t quite survive Matilda getting sick unscathed. But it can wait a little while. She grabs the pajamas (patterned with cats, as they learned they both love) and helps Matilda step into the legs and get her arms through the sleeves before she buttons her into it. 

“There we are,” she says as she does the last one. “Now, would you like to get into bed or go rest on the sofa?” 

“Bed, please,” Matilda says softly. Jenny nods and pulls back the duvet. Matilda crawls in and grabs her stuffed worm that Lavender had gotten her for her birthday. Jenny tucks her in tight and kisses her feverish forehead. “Are you… coming back?” 

Jenny turns from grabbing Matilda’s clothes out of the laundry hamper and looks at her. “Of course, love. I just need to go tidy up a bit and fetch your things and then I’ll be right back. Promise.” 

Matilda nods and nestles further into her blankets. Jenny smiles fondly and leaves the door cracked open behind her. 

Matilda’s uniform goes right into the wash with their favorite soft, floral smelling detergent. Jenny grabs some cleaning supplies from the closet and braces herself. She has seen a lot of vomit in her time as an educator, but she still doesn’t care to keep its company. 

She manages to clean the whole thing with only one gag of her own, which is a record for her. Jenny puts the supplies back and adds the food she’d purchased earlier to the fridge before carrying the rest (with the addition of a large bowl, just in case) back up to Matilda. 

Matilda is staring patiently at the door. She smiles faintly when she sees Jenny really did come back. Jenny’s heart breaks the slightest bit as she heads over and sits down on the edge of the bed. 

“Alright, we’ve got this in case you need to be sick again. But I think that was just Mrs. Phelps’ driving,” Jenny jokes. Matilda giggles quietly. “And your medicines, and some crackers and soda to help settle your stomach and get that nasty taste out of your mouth. And I bought everything to make you some soup for dinner tonight, alright? Oh, and your books Mrs. Phelps gave us.” 

“Thank you,” Matilda says softly. 

“You don’t have to thank me, darling,” Jenny says, stroking her cheek. “But I do have a question for you.” Matilda looks at her like a kicked puppy. “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling so horrible, love? You didn’t have to come to school this week.”

“I thought I’d get better,” Matilda says sheepishly, twisting the ends of her worm together and undoing it again over and over. “If you knew I was ill you’d either have had to stay home with me or spend the entire day worrying for me. You love your job.”

“Oh, Matilda,” Jenny chides lovingly. “I do love my job, but I love you more. You didn’t get better like you were expecting to because you didn’t let yourself rest. You pushed yourself too hard. It’s not your job to take care of me. If you feel ill or like you need to miss a day or two of school you need to let me know, darling.” 

“But we take care of each other,” Matilda protests. 

“We do,” Jenny agrees. “But only when we’re feeling well enough to do so. You’ve done amazingly well, for being so sick. But it’s time to rest and recover for a while. You’re taking care of me as best you can, but your best is weaker for a little while. I get to take care of you just a little extra until you’re back on your feet.” 

Matilda thinks this over for a moment before she nods. “I just didn’t want you to worry.” 

“I only worry because I love you, darling,” Jenny comforts. “You’re… you’re my daughter.” That gets a smile. “I always worry about you. But I’m a grownup. I have people and strategies to help me through my worried feelings. It’s not your job to try to prevent them.” 

Matilda nods again. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“It’s alright, firefly. I understand why you didn’t,” Jenny says quietly. “But you’ve got to tell me next time. Anytime you’re feeling some way you don’t think you should, you’ve got to let me know.”

“Okay,” Matilda croaks in agreement. Jenny smiles and kisses her feverish forehead. 

“Good girl. Now, let’s get some medicine in that poor little body,” she says. She reads the dosage directions on the side of the bottle before pouring the proper amount of the unnaturally red liquid into the cap. 

Matilda eyes it suspiciously when she hands it to her. “This is going to make me better?” 

“It won’t taste like it, but yes, it will,” Jenny chuckles. “It’ll lower your fever and hopefully help that cough, and that’ll help with your chills and aches too.” 

“Can I read the bottle?” Matilda asks as she brings it to her lips. Jenny furrows her brow in confusion, but she nods and hands it to Matilda as she swallows the strawberry syrup. “Blech, this tastes like strawberry shoe polish!” 

“I did tell you it wasn’t going to be nice,” Jenny giggles. She cracks open a can of the soda and hands it to her. “Here, have some of this. Get the taste out of your mouth.” 

Matilda eagerly takes the can and swallows a few good gulps of it. She stretches to try to rest it on her nightstand, but can’t quite reach, so Jenny gently takes it and rests it on the white wooden table. Matilda continues reading the label of the medicine interestedly, trying to piece together how strawberry shoe polish could possibly be such a miracle worker. 

Once she’s satisfied with the information she’s gotten she hands the bottle back to Jenny. 

Jenny stands and prepares to head down to start preparing dinner. She pauses just before her hand touches the doorknob and turns around when she hears a little, “Don’t go.” 

Matilda looks so pitiful, so… young, curled up in her large bed all alone. Her cheeks are flushed pink with her fever, and her eyes are a bit glassy. She reaches out a little hand for Jenny. 

“Please?” she begs softly. Jenny can’t find it in her heart to deny the little girl. She rests the things she was going to take downstairs on Matilda’s desk and heads back to the bed. 

“Budge up,” she says gently. Matilda beams and scoots over to make room and latches to Jenny’s side like a little magnet when she’s in place.

“Thank you,” she whispers. Jenny holds her close and kisses her hair. 

“Of course, my little firefly,” she whispers back. 

“Will you read to me please?” Matilda asks softly. Jenny is briefly surprised. They read together a lot, but Matilda usually reads to her while Jenny does housework or paperwork. It’s quite a rare occasion for things to go the other way. Jenny nods with a smile. Matilda crawls over her to grab a well-loved copy of Paddington off the top of the stack and hands it to her. It’s not quite on par with the advanced literary classics Matilda is partial to, but it’s still one of Jenny’s favorites, and one Matilda certainly deserves to hear read to her. 

Matilda hesitates for a moment before she lies down again directly on top of Jenny, her head on Jenny’s chest and the rest of her torso pressed against her stomach. Jenny blinks back loving tears and smooths down Matilda’s hair with a smile. 

She rests the book on Matilda’s back and pulls it open with a fond grin. She feels a matching one against her chest as she begins to read. 

Jenny strokes through Matilda’s hair with her free hand, pausing only to turn the pages when she needs to. Matilda listens to her voice and feels the rising and falling of her chest as she breathes beneath her head. 

Eventually, Matilda’s breathing begins to slow and even out. Jenny carefully marks their page and rests the book to the side as Matilda begins to drift off to sleep. 

“I love you, Mummy,” Matilda yawns, rubbing her eyes and shifting a bit before she’s out for the count. Jenny beams and holds her daughter tightly against her. 

“I love you so much, my little miracle.”

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thank you for reading!! have a lovely day!!

[tia-amorosa]

Keon & Javier (Part 3)

In the last part, Javier said that he often prayed, even if he is not a believer. He prayed for good weather, a good fishing catch and often against loneliness. Now comes the sequel.

“against loneliness? Praying doesn't help with that... I'm a lone wolf now and can no longer wish for my family back from God. I don't even know where I'm supposed to go. This island here..."/ ", as I said, you can learn to adapt, there's plenty of fish, the vegetables are always fresh... And when the moon is full again, you'd better think carefully about what you do"/ "say not to me, but to my inner beast.”

Suddenly a gurgling sound was heard, followed by an agonized deep squeak. „oh, hehe“/ "Excuse me, please. But it's been almost two days since my last meal, I had fasted before I wanted to go hunting. But unfortunately that didn't work out yesterday"/ "I can make you something to eat, but it won't be fish today, the weather isn't playing ball"/ "that's okay, something to keep things quiet in there again," Keon looked down and held his stomach.

While Javier prepared something to eat, Keon looked around. “You paint pictures…”/“Yes, more or less. But I prefer to bang on a large block of wood or a block of stone and create a few works of art out of it. When I paint, I often lack inspiration... And motivation too... It was just an attempt, again"/"Can I finish it?"/"Uh, can you even paint?"/"I can do a lot of things"/" well, okay If you want".

Keon stood at the easel and began to finish the picture of Javier. “I'll probably try it here for a few days first. And I'll get an idea of what the wildlife population is like here"/"I'll tell you right now, you'll be disappointed, but... That shouldn't stop you from staying here."

“I’m done…”/ “What, already? I haven't even got the food off the oven yet." Javier glanced back over his shoulder and paused for a moment. “You were quick… And you even added a few clear lines”/ “I said yes… I can do a lot of things. That smells very good”/“the spices make up everything, the rest is just corn, corn flour and water, a nice, tasty mush, but it fills you up”.

“Here, I know it looks like you've eaten before, but it's really better than nothing. And about fasting... As a wolf, you shouldn't do something like that. Because once he's really hungry, there's no control anymore"/"I've often wished I didn't have him, but rather that I was a normal man"/"You're a normal man, Keon, and... Here , take".

Javier definitely believes in other beings. He has already read many books about mystical and mythical figures. There were some books that could be saved, and there were also other useful reading materials. But the fantasy stories often inspired him very much. But there was never any mention of werewolves there. Curiosity is greater than anything else at the moment - he would like to see him in his wolf form. But what will Keon's nature be like then?

Keon tries to organize his own thoughts. He still has the terrible events clearly in his head. Professional hunters who stormed his village and murdered everyone but him in cold blood. He was able to escape, but at some point he was pushed into a corner, or rather the cliff, so that there was no turning back for him.

"Is the weather always this bad here? It's been hailing non-stop since I woke up"/ "well, it's actually summer, normally the sun shines for many hours every day. But it shouldn't be a bad sign"/ "maybe I've brought bad karma with me to the island"/ "I'll show you everything here tomorrow"/ "I'm sure people will be surprised at me"/ "you're not the first castaway here".

"I didn't come with a ship…"/ "I know that, but the others don't. So you should think carefully about what you say. You're my… roommate now. You went overboard somewhere and floated on the water for days. You must be a fast swimmer, otherwise you wouldn't have come so far in such a short time. We don't know where the next island or the next mainland is."/ "I've lost my bearings too …"

“the orientation… I've lost mine too, or let's say… I want to go in a certain direction, but I don't know… if it's right to go where I want to go"/ "and where do you want to go, Javier? If I were stuck here as long as you are… I would have strong wishes at some point"/"hh, I have them, but they are difficult to implement"

“You started praying… Then pray for them to come true”/ “I do that… Every night before I go to sleep. I just never had the feeling that it would do anything, but this morning...I experienced a miracle...I saw how you found your way back to life on your own."/ "That was a miracle for you? Then just wait until the next full moon.”

In fact, there has never been so much hail here before. Maybe for a few hours, but not the whole day. “And I…should really sleep in your bed?”/ “Sure, I don’t mind sleeping out here in the living room. I often couldn’t make it to bed…”/ “Well, okay… thanks”/ “not for that…”.

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End of part three

[fumikomiyasaki]

"What’s your favorite scary movie", "I hate bobbing for apples. It’s always such a mess." or "Do you like my costume?" for anyone you want?

Halloween themed starters

"What’s your favorite scary movie"

Being done with the annual HSA halloween event even if they were close to win it, the Polisionalle dorm barely missed the win over 3 simple candies and Nanoya sighed seeing the results. However Flynn had a smirk on his hand and pulled his friends hand rushing off.

"What is your plan again, Flynn?"

"You know the night is still young, lets change into better costumes than just skeletons and surprise someone."

The stern Samurai knew what he meant and showed a warm small smile on his face as they both changed up back in the dorm building and went with their new costumes to the NRC Halloween party. However this also meant for Flynn to sneak in, given his usual reputation.. after all was he spotted probably some people would recognize him quick... eventually they could blend into the crowd to find their dearest Amber, Keres, giving out candy to some people as Flynn leaned close to their ear and whispered

"What’s your favorite scary movie?"

They turned around and gasped seeing them both in their costumes... staring in awe and happiness how much they looked like the counterparts to the movies they spent hours on rambling about.

"You two look incredible... I can't believe you would-"

Flynn took their hand and pulled them closer with a smirk, stroking their hair.

"For you I would become anything, my dear Amber."

Nanoya dragged him back.

"Give them air to breath, especially with that fake blood on your chest for effect you could spill it on them, and I don't think they want that."

"I don't mind it."

Nanoya smiled and looked down at Keres with a light blush.

"You look very stunning as well."

As both just stood in silence kinda processing the situation Flynn just grabbed both their arms.

"You two need to loosen up a little, this is a party so lets dance a little. Let me take the lead."

It was chaotic for sure but still, at least Keres now didn't have to deal with some other troubles her friends faced and could just relax with their two polisionalle boyfriends.

"I hate bobbing for apples. It’s always such a mess."

Joining the activities of terrovania, many were focused on one certain person getting all of the attention... Bengal who joined the whole bobbing for apples game mostly pulled it to him cause not only did he manage to make the pirate costume even more open then it already was, basically walking shirtless but seeing the water drip down after he arises from the barrel let many to stare. Hecate stood with small distance to him as he turned his head to her and scoffed a little.

"I hate bobbing for apples. It’s always such a mess."

"Then why did you join it."

"Wanted an excuse to see you and its at least a good snack. But there is another reason."

She looked at him dive in and catch another, being far quicker than any other contestant.

"If I win, Sam might get a big bag of Candy from my win so."

Hearing that Hecate left a small chuckle out of her mouth... so he did care to make them happy is all... despite becoming a wet cat for it.. it was endearing... so she watched him scoot out each of the barrels untill the last. He managed to do it and walked back to her.

"Do I get a little reward for the hard work?"

He leaned down to her just to get a small kiss on the cheek and smirk happily.

"You really don't have to strain yourself that much, Bengal."

"Don't worry about it... Just like to see you smile."

After the contest was done he dropped off the bag with Samuel and Hecate got him a towel to whipe away the water but... that didn't change that he had a cold for the next few days.... to him it was worth it.

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"Do you like my costume?"

The Halloween festivities went on as Verde tried to use a haunted house as a new scheme to have some fun... but as he placed some lights into position he suddenly heard odd noises from the wall.

"Ohhhhh~"

"Ame, I hear you, come out there."

She popped her head out of the wall but surprised him quite much with how she looked.... cute cat ears, goth harness and her shining eyes staring right at his face that he accidentally fell over backwards.

"Nyahahaha, Gotcha."

"No fair... ouch."

"Do you like my costume? Its not even supposed to be scary and more cute but still I gotcha."

"Its cause you surprised me but.. I admit... you do look cute."

She gasped and floated over him to lean her chest on his back and hug him.

"I can still turn into something more scary for our haunted house but that reaction to cute little me makes me happy~"

"Then get ready, today we are about to scare a ton of people together.. have you brought what I asked you?"

"I did... some fake spiders, glow paint, creaky wood plates... oh and also the blood. Nyehehe... this will be fun."

Both of them sat down on the wodden floor, he explained the plan to her but couldn't help that his eyes wandered on her... she noticed him of course and started to smirk, just to pull his head on her thighs to rest.

"H-hey..."

"Verdy... as my master you need to rest too. Your plan it good but we still have time, so rest a little too will ya."

"Fine but you will listen to my ideas, right?"

"Right master <3 "