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czennieszn · 4 months

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the magic of christmastime | l. castellan ❆

part 2: we're like snow on the beach

child of aphrodite reader (Y/N) x luke castellan (fluff, angst)

It's snowing in Camp Half-Blood, the morning you and Luke are going to NYC. Like the snow that settles on the beach of camp, you two are so extremely different. Yet when paired together, it feels unreal yet so perfect at the same time. Yet will that perfectness last forever? You think to yourself, as Silena Beaurguard's unusual warning keeps nagging at the back of your mind.

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You knew life was going smoothly when you had woken up after a night with no nightmares. Zero. Ziltcha. Nada. You were eternally grateful for the lack of dreams because the last thing that you needed was a looming shadow of a thought plaguing your mind like a sorrowful afterthought on such an eventful day. To cut to the chase, you were extremely excited.

Brushing your teeth, you felt a grin started to creep up your face. It seemed silly, at first. You and Luke had been dating for a while, yet you still got excited for dates? That was the magic of dating Luke, you felt warm and safe in his presence, always giving you flutters in your stomach and making you stutter when you spoke. Noticing your unusually chipper mood (as well as the blooming blush across your face), Silena nudged your shoulder as she gave you a cheeky grin.

"What's got you smiling like that? Or rather, I wonder who?" She teased you. Of course, it was Luke who was the cause behind your adoration, but she still liked to tease you.

You must have had a noticeable blush on your face because Silena laughed out loud, catching your expression. You tried to put a grimace on your face, trying to deflect her teasing, but the edges of your mouth refused to do so and curled into a laidback smile.

"I'm going on a field trip today with Luke" you carefully started. "Mhm," Silena waited.

"To New York City".

"Oh!" Silena gasped, surprised. Sure, it was known to camp that you and Luke had dates at least once a week, and sometimes, almost every day (once you were finished with cabin duties of course). But it was the first time that you two were leaving camp together. Alone, just you two. Albeit, still together, but with the freedom from annoying campers and annoying authority figures.

Safe to say, you were literally knawing at the iron bars of your enclosure (yes, a joke, you weren't locked up) to get alone time with Luke.

"And Chiron and Mr. D just let you go?" Silena questioned.

"Yeah… last night Luke and I asked and it took quite a bit of convincing, but they gave us permission to go," you responded.

"Wow, that's…pretty nice," Silena dejectedly said. Her head hung low as she avoided your eyes while spitting out her toothpaste. That was pretty unlike her, to not look you in the eyes while you two spoke.

What's wrong?" you said, noticing the fault in her voice and her abnormal behavior. As she continued to avoid eye contact, Silena hesitated before answering your question.

"It's just that, there have been so many dangerous things going on. So many dangerous monsters are regenerating quickly after being sent to Tartarus. To be frank, I'm quite scared for your safety," Silena quietly said. She fiddled with the silver chain bracelets that adorned her wrist. Unsure if what she said was too harsh to you, you could see her gulp nervously.

"We will be safe, I promise," you urged. Before you could continue, Silena looked up and cut you from justifying your departure.

"Honestly, it is a bit irresponsible that Chiron and Mr. D are letting you leave camp, I mean. Is that the best decision?" Silena was now getting heated. "Can't you guys just have another one of your dates at the lake or in the mountains, or something? Just within camp boundaries, of course," Sensing her concerns, you tried your best to alleviate her stress.

"We are senior counselors, we can take care of ourselves. Thank you for your concern, Silena," you soothed her. (Or at least tried, it wasn't soothing because you still had some toothpaste in your mouth. You probably looked and sounded silly, as you were still eye-crust-ridden and half asleep.)

"It doesn't matter that you two are senior counselors, it's still unsafe out there!" Silena said, and you could hear a slight shake in her voice. Quickly spitting out your toothpaste, you could see that she was genuinely upset and worried.

Her face was etched with lines of disappointment and dissatisfaction clouded her vision. Hugging her, you could hear her voice hitch as she tried to swallow her worries. She was nearly about to break down and cry in your arms. You knew that same god-awful feeling of holding your tongue at the roof of your mouth to prevent the tears from escaping you.

Trying your best not to smudge her eyeliner, you took your freshly manicured nails and wiped a spare tear that fell from her right eye. "You're my sister, you know that right?" She quietly whispered.

"I know, Silena," you whispered back, squeezing her arm.

"And I would rather die than let anything happen to you," Silena buried her head in your neck.

"I know, Silena," you whispered again.

"Please, please, please promise me that you won't be distracted and that you will stay safe," she continued, her voice muffled as her head was tucked in the cashmere fabric of your turtleneck. (I know she was crying but if she got a bit of snot on my turtleneck I would be moderately pissed off)

"I promise you," you hugged her tighter.

She looked up at you, her voice now clear. "There will come a day where Luke won't even be able to protect you, and you have to stay safe and protect yourself. You hear me?" Silena said as the tone of her voice suddenly became even. It scared you because you had no idea what she was talking about. But to appease her from droning on about her sudden, strange insinuation, you nodded vigorously.

"Promise me please?" She said, her voice now back to an uneven tone.

"I promise you, Silena. I will stay safe, I will protect myself," you said. You couldn't tell what was wrong with her, but you knew that she needed a hug.

"Okay, I trust you," she said as she released you from the tight embrace you had held her in. Just like a light switch, her demeanor changed from the expression of a worrisome mother to the cheery smile she always had on her face every day. The quick change was unnerving, and your smile faltered from your face.

What the hell, you thought. Is she genuinely okay? The question died on the tip of your tongue, as you refrained from asking her that. Yeah, that's probably the last thing she'd want to hear right now, as you knew she still didn't want to talk about her most recent breakup with this guy from the Hypnos cabin.

"What do you plan to do in the city?" Silena asked, snapping you out of your inner monologue. You were extremely disconcerted, as she had pretended like she wasn't two and a half seconds away from having a mental breakdown in front of her.

Masking your confusion on your face, you answered her. Gods, you two were such great pretenders. Little did you know, Luke was a great pretender as well.

Babbling on about the stores you planned to go to and the foods that you hoped to try, you could visibly see the tension leave Silena. Her shoulders started to sag as she became comfortable and her voice when responding to your inquiries started to relax. Once she laughed, you were at ease.

The girl talk seemed to go on for a while, and you quickly realized you needed to meet Luke at the Dining Pavilion for an early breakfast. Bidding Silena a quick goodbye and an extra-special extra-tight hug, you gathered your belongings and neatly put them in your purse.

You spedwalk to the Pavilon, noticing you were a bit late. You arrived there soon, noticing that it was only Luke, you, and a few other older campers who had gotten up for an early breakfast. A girl from the Athena cabin waved to you, and you smiled, waving to her back.

Noticing a new presence, Luke looked up from his eggs. His demeanor changed from stoic, deep concentration, to a laidback smile that rested on his face. Walking over, his arm wrapped loosely around your waist as he squeezed it. You could see his face up close, his bright brown eyes twinkling like flying saucers from another planet. His face was angled to the sun, and you could see specks of green in his eyes. Like an aurora borealis green, he looked breathtaking, as he was beautifully sculpted by the Gods. Gods, you had never seen someone so beautiful they were lit from within.

"Good morning, Princess," he drawled, whispering in your hair. Your hair tickled your ear, and you shuddered, knowing the effect he had on you. Smirking -as he also knew the effect on you- he continued his greeting. "How was your sleep baby?"

Gods of Olympus, you loved his morning voice. It was deep and raspy, and it never failed to give you butterflies. Every day that you spent with him made you feel youthful, forever a teenager who was stupidly in love.

"Not bad, no nightmares," you excitedly responded, putting one hand on his chest. He automatically flexed, feeling your palm on his sweater. Such a silly boy, but that's why I love him.

"Mhm," he said, and you could tell he was still under a drowsy spell. He's so cute when he's tired.

"You tired, babe?" You nudged him awake. He shot up, widening his eyes as if to show you he was not dozing off on your shoulder.

"Nope, not at all!" he sassily retorted. You just looked up at him and smiled. Grabbing your hand, he led you to the Hermes table that he sat at. Looking around, you scanned the area for Chiron or Mr. D, knowing that they would immediately lecture you once they saw you sitting at the wrong table. You two had done this before, sitting at each other's tables when you weren't supposed to, but you never got caught. If you two got caught today, it would be the absolute worst.

"Sorry I was a little late," you said as you sat next to Luke. Breakfast had already been set in front of you, courtesy of Luke asking the dryads to prepare both of you breakfast. He knew what you liked to eat, and what you couldn't stand eating. Taking a bite out of your avocado toast with tomatoes and eggs, you smiled at the satisfying crunch.

Thinking into the enchanted goblet, you wished to have hot cocoa. Magically, it appeared in your cup. A winter day deserved a winter breakfast.

"Did you sleep in because you were dreaming of me? It's not the first time it's happened you know" Luke raised an eyebrow, and you playfully smacked him on his chest. You knew exactly what he was talking about.

A while back, a child of Hypnos was stalking your dream (as a child of Hypnos can magically appear in one's dream, that is so not fair!), and blabbed to Luke you were having a dream about him. Quite frankly, it was embarrassing, as Luke had confronted you the morning after having the dream. Your relationship was still pretty new, and you remember you turned a deep shade of beet red after hearing Luke's accusation while he smugly crossed his arms and smirked.

"No!" your face burned red although the accusation wasn't true. He pointed at your reddened cheeks and it took all your willpower not to smack him in his chest again. (Damn, his chest is hard!)

"I was talking to Silena, she was worried about me leaving camp," you said.

"Oh," Luke responded, suddenly very intrigued by his hard-boiled egg. Paying no mind to the flicker of emotion that crossed Luke's face, you continued.

"Yeah, she was worried and acting really strange for some reason. If this happens again, I might want to bring it up with Chiron," you continued.

"Why, did she say some weird stuff?" Luke curiously asked as he began to rub circles on the small of your back. Soothed, you were tempted to repeat the conversation verbatim to Luke, but you decided otherwise, remembering what Silena had said.

"No, not really. Just told me to be careful of monsters, and all of that stuff," you trailed off, hoping Luke wouldn't notice that you had hesitated to answer his question.

But he had noticed. He had noticed that you suddenly stiffened up and stilled when he rubbed circles on your back. Something that he deliberately did, to catch you if you lied. He noticed that your eyebrows were furrowed when answering him and that you nervously twisted the gold ring your mother, Aphrodite, had given you. He noticed that you chewed on a piece of toast, longer than usual, almost choking on it after he had asked you that question.

He noticed everything about you, the one thing that you had grown to love would soon be the thing that you would quickly loathe. He knew you too well, and he saw and felt everything that you felt.

What you did notice though, was the change in expression on Luke's face. His face hardened for a quick second, and you couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Penny for your thoughts," you questioned, sipping your warm hot cocoa.

"I just can't wait to spend the day with you, Princess," Luke said. For a moment, his smile didn't match his words. As if he realized that the image he was projecting to you didn't match the image he curated for you, he quickly brightened his smile. Luke stared at you, hoping you didn't notice his smile. He internally sighed in relief as he realized you were busy chugging the goblet of hot cocoa, too thirsty to even look at him.

"I can't wait to spend the day with you, Luke," you genuinely smiled.

You two quickly ate the rest of your meal in silence, wanting to get the most out of the day. It was only seven in the morning (a bit too early for your taste), but you felt so alive. Looking forward, you two had the perfect view of the ocean. Although Camp Half-Blood was surrounded by protective magic, Mr. D had allowed certain weather events, such as snow, to be allowed through the barrier. This resulted in magical moments where you could see the soft snow settle on the grass of the lawn.

From your view, snow slowly fell and settled near the ocean, creating snow on the beach. The feeling that you get from being hot and cold at the same time is like looking at the snow on the beach. Snow mixing with the sand, it looked like an unreal scene, something that only happened in movies. As you two ate breakfast, the snow started to come down harder, clouding the beach in a white powder.

Strangely, you didn't feel that cold because Luke was by your side.

In a way, you realized that you could describe Luke and your relationship as an analogy to the snow settling on the beach: It was undeniable that you and Luke were falling for each other at the same time, barreling all your love towards each other at an accelerating speed. You two crashed together in fury kisses, passionately worshipping each other every day, but especially every night. Every time you two kissed, it felt like a cataclysmic, unreal, and faded moment where you realized that you both felt the same way for each other in the same moment. It was so unreal that it felt like your little moments together belonged in a museum of emotions that were impossible to experience with someone else. Something that you only saw in the movies or on a farfetched television show. There was a nagging bit in the back of your mind that constantly reminded you that you didn't deserve to be loved. Every day, Luke dispelled that notion, feeding you love with every conversation and kiss.

Just like snow on the beach, you two were extremely different from each other, so far on other ends of the spectrum. You two were weird, but fucking beautiful together, like snow on the beach. Complimenting each other, you almost made a perfect whole.

"You ready to go to New York City, Princess," Luke said, snapping you out of your daydream as you swallowed the last piece of turkey sausage.

"Of course, only with you," you reassured him with a cheeky smile.

In that moment, you two were frozen in time like a photograph. Laughing, you held onto his bicep as you two walked on the sandy beach to reach the barriers of camp. The snow mingled with the sand and you looked down and smiled as if you won a contest. You couldn't help it though, you had won the best prize, the love of Luke. To hide your smile would be dishonest, and you couldn't ever do that.

I was inspired by the lyrics of Snow on the Beach sung by Taylor Swift and Lana Del Rey. A lot of the latter half of the story is pulled from Genius.com and their analysis of the lyrics of this song. Hope you all enjoyed part two!

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mosneakers · 4 months

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Brick's Spooky Day party is in full swing. The atmosphere is alive with laughter and merriment and dancing under the full moon light. Occasional howls emanating from the thick woods of Moonwood Mill, and the deep pulsating beat of the eerie spooky-themed music, send waves of anxiety-induced nausea through Skye Darling's tummy. She considers leaving early.

Selene dances entrancingly around the grassy field as if no one's watching, yet every movement is calculated to capture Lou's feral attention. Their eyes occasionally meet, and with each glance a magnetic pull intensifies. Lou, torn between the painful rumors of her involvement with Brick Darling, and the irresistible force pulling him closer, as if the moon itself is guiding him, decides to push aside his uncertainties and finally say something to her.

Lou: Love the costume...

Selene: [Chuckles] Thanks. You make a pretty convincing pizza boy, yourself! I thought mine was a little on the nose, actually. Lou: Nah, it's perfect—it's very fitting, hah. Anyway, just wanted to say thanks for inviting us, by the way. Selene: Hey, thank Brick. It was all his idea. I just helped him set it all up. He's really trying to build bridges between the communities.

Lou: [Nods gently] Right, I'll be sure to do that. Well whoever's idea it was, I'm glad I made it out, this is a nice party. Looks good. Selene: [Smiles] It's good to see you, Lou— Lou: —Good to see you too. Real good. You look happy. I'm glad you found someone to make you happy, Lenie.

Selene: What? You mean Brick? [Laughs] No, I'm not -with- Brick. We just help each other out from time to time. But we're just friends. In fact, Brick's on a mission to find his fated mate, and I'm supposed to be his wing-wolf tonight, haha.

Lou's eyes widen impulsively. A stifled, shaky exhale of relief slips passed his lips and and a broad grin appears as he tries to play it cool.

Lou: Oh! Cool, cool. Very cool. And how's that going?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the empty grassy lot, Wolfegang approaches Brick with a curious grin. Wolfegang: Hey big guy. [Hearty pat on shoulder] Nice party. Brick: Ayy, thanks man! Glad you could make it. Your costume is siiick. You make a way better pizza guy than Lou's version. Wolfegang: [Blinks slowly] Thanks, brother. Hey, quick question. That young lady hanging out with your cousin... I don't believe I've had the honor of meeting her... Happen to know her name? Brick: Oh her? That's Janie. [Cocks eyebrow] Pretty, huh?

Wolfegang: Pretty? Brick, please, my brother in Wolfhood... [clears throat] From the moment I caught but a glimpse of her eyes in pale moonlight, as she twirled with a carefree and insouciant charm, I found myself ensnared in an irresistible magnetic pull, a force from which I am yet to break free. Her scent alone has my head spinning. I simply cannot be any more clear, I have never encountered a woman like her in all of my years. Brick, my lupine comrade, forgive my directness, but I must inquire: Is she a romantic interest of yours? Your fated mate, perhaps?

Brick: ... I don't know yet, dude. I haven't tested things out with her to get that "special feeling" everyone keeps talking about. Wolfegang: I would hate to step on your toes, friend, but I would be forever grateful to you, if you could introduce me to this enigmatic soul. Brick: [Laughter] Bro what? Why you so worried about stepping on my toes? I wore my work boots. But yeah dude, I can introduce you. You always this weird when you make a new friend?

#ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #Red Wolf Fury #RWFseason2 #Moonwood Mill #Brick Darling #Lou Howl #Selene Lópes #Caterpillar Darling #Skye Darling #Janie Books #Wolfegang Wilde

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burialapplicant · 2 months

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From The Members to The Fans

〈 RUKI 〉

At the end he said, "I hope the GazettE will last forever," I think REITA meant he hopes the best view, that he saw from the stage in 2023, is what will continue forever.

The view he saw with the fans Your happy faces The place we could all scream together

It's a treasure that cannot be replaced.

I think he hoped it would be nice if that moment could last forever.

I remember you said you wanted to do a live show soon.

He was a kind and passionate man, someone who could openly say, "Even if something goes wrong, I have the most fun when the members get together and we can laugh like this."

I loved his honesty.

Every birthday, we jokingly tell each other that we should take care of each other's health, this year is no different.

The band will never be just the four of us. No matter what anyone says.

You are our only bassist.

I believe you will always be next to me.

Everyone will feel your presence even if they cannot see you.

REITA's life he built with the GazettE will never disappear, it will always live on.

I will continue singing so it will be as if REITA is right next to me.

We won't become the kind of the GazettE REITA would hate.

I don't want to make you sad.

I believe we all have a limited time here but the human soul remains.

REITA's, the members and mine. And the fans.

I want to continue to perform so everyone that has loved us, even when they become souls, can come to our lives forever.

It can only happen with each and every one of our fans, we can create this view that he wished to see forever.

That is why I want you to stay by my side and be there with us.

I know he would appreciate it if you remembered him with a smile, instead of sadness.

We will be determined to protect this band more than ever before.

We will make the forever that REITA wished for come true.

So, REITA, make sure to come to every live down from heaven.

There will always be a seat for you.

Things are going to be really busy now.

I will reach out again when there is a schedule made.

〈麗〉

To all the fans who supported REITA.

I think he was a tremendous source of support for everyone and myself. I still cannot accept and face the fact that he is no longer with us and we will not be on stage together anymore. Maybe this is one of many things I will gradually come to understand. However, I strongly feel I need to have the strength in order to move forward, if I remain in sorrow, I will not be able to guarantee the forever he wished for. I believe the path he had taken alongside everyone was invaluable and will live on in his heart, for everyone and himself for a long time to come. He has given me so much and walked beside me for so long, he will remain as my best friend forever. Please remember his words, memories and the love he shared in your hearts. REITA will live on in everyone's heart.

I want to express how grateful I am for everyone supporting the GazettE and REITA.

〈葵〉

Of all things after working with the members and our staff, this is the one thing I did not want to do. There were moments in the past where I almost gave up on my dream. Every time, we would have a discussion about it, the members would push and pull me to not feel discouraged. That is why the GazettE was able to keep moving forward. REITA, you are not the one to wish for eternity, you are eternal. I can't say something wise like "I'll carry your burden." I wanted to play more music with you, I wanted to see more with you. Even if it's the 5 of us surrounded by our fans, any kind of view would be amazing. I wonder, it's difficult that I have so many things to say knowing none of it will come true. Once I'm up there, I'm giving you a stern talk. You must be lonely because we're suddenly gone, so until we meet again, please rest up. I have a little more work to do here.

Thank you for joining us on this long journey. Rest in peace.

〈戒〉

REITA had an big presence in my life, more than I can describe; all his words, saving me with his sound, the mood maker of the band, all I remember are the fun things, and above all, the way he shined on stage.

He was the best partner to have in the rhythm group. That has not and will never change.

I want to carry his memory with me to continue the GazettE with a greater determination.

Lastly, to the fans and everyone involved in supporting us for the past 22 years. Thank you so much.

I want to continue running forward with the five of us, I hope you will stay with us.

REITA Thank you for your hard work. With everyone by our sides, we will continue to protect the GazettE...I promise.

I don't want your 22 years go to waste, there are a lot of friends who don't want that either. Don't forgot to come to the show!

Let's have another good drink together, yea?

#this was difficult #i apologize for any errors #the gazette #ruki #uruha #aoi #reita #kai #2024 #translations

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 months

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So, I finally watched Hazbin Hotel...

Weird, given how I talked about it a bunch. Heck, one of my top rated posts at the moment is my interpretation regarding the fear in Alastor's eyes during his breakdown. But despite having opinions on Hazbin Hotel, I've never really checked the show out, especially as it was coming out. I was kind of waiting for all episodes to get released so I could binge it all in one sitting, but I kept pushing that off until TODAY, and...I have thoughts.

Pros:

Love the animation of the show. Every praise I could give animation is present, with each character being incredibly expressive, their movements fluid, and the animators know when to be stiff for comedic scenes and giving their all for the big musical numbers or action.

I also love the way these characters look. I hear people complain about how overdesigned everything is, and that's valid. I would NOT want to animate this show due to every detail that I'd have to keep track of. But...if we can still praise Spider-Verse despite the animators being under torturous conditions as they make every frame a work of art, we can give the animators the same pat on the back here for making this show look as good as it is. Besides, a few years ago we had people complaining how every western cartoon looks the same. Now we have a show that's the most visually distinct than a lot of animated series coming out today and now we're complaining about that? I'm a man who admires effort more than anything, and while I agree that simpler is better with televised animation, I'm still proud that the animators pulled through in this.

The songs are all great, with personal favorites being "Loser, Baby," "Hell's Greatest Dad," "Stayed Gone," "Hell is Forever," and "You Didn't Know." The weakest one is probably "Whatever it Takes," but it's not really BAD, not me. Just not as strong as the others. I dug this soundtrack and it was the main thing that suck me into this show.

Charlie, as a protagonist, is pretty strong. I love the irony of the daughter of Hell is the nicest person in existence and her frustrations in making the Hazbin Hotel a success a delight because you WANT her to succeed as much as everyone else does. Plus, where most adult comedies make their protagonists cynical a-holes, it's a nice change of pace to have a hopeful one that apologizes as she's fighting people. Love it.

Angel Dust is easy to root for. What he goes through with Valentino is...something that someone like me can't fully grasp and understand, let alone judge. But I personally feel like it does the job to show the tragedy that this character goes through and allows you to root for him to get better.

And I like that Husk is right there to support Angel Dust, being a sort of conscience to protect him despite how much Angel gets on Husk's nerves. I also dig that they grow closer together, treating each other with mutual respect and admiration. It's sweet and I hope things turn out well for these two. Plus, he's voiced by Kieth David. The man can't do wrong.

Nifty is the funniest character in the show, and I will hear no disagreements about it.

Sir Pentious is a lovable loser who's the second funniest character. He reminds me of Papyrus from Undertale, trying so hard to prove that he's strong and powerful only to hilariously fail at every turn. You really root for the guy to get better and feel grateful that he finds happiness in a way I'm not sure anyone could have expected.

Rosie only appeared in one episode, and she's already my favorite. The gal's chipper and supportive towards Charlie, to the point where I completely forgot that she was a cannibal overlord who killed her partner to take full control of the business. Again, I love the irony of characters like this.

Lucifer was more fun than expected. I thought he'd be Mr. Serious, but he's just as bombastic and fun-loving as Charlie and Jeremy Jordan sounds like he's having the time of his life being this character to the point where it's addicting.

Vox has the potential to be a great antagonist and it's a crime that he only has ONE episode with relevance. Hoping he gets more in the future.

And Alastor. I love the concept of a character always smiling with the only thing betraying him are his eyes. As someone who takes joy in facial expressions, I always have a great time trying to analyze a character's restrictions and seeing how they emote, especially when animators and artists utilize a character's eyes to do most of the talking. That's done here in spades, making Alastor more interesting of an evil character as he keeps people guessing with his devious smile, not even dropping it when he's having a mental breakdown.

All and all, I can see how this show can draw in an audience...BUT...

Cons:

The comedy misses more than it hits. The funniest stuff comes from Nifty and Sir Pentious, but other than that, I don't really laugh much with this show. The dramatic moments work decently enough, so that's a pro, but when it's trying to make you laugh, it crumbles for the most part.

The constant swearing does get on one's nerves a bit. Dialogue, more than anything, depends on character. And to have EVERYONE swear almost consistently feels like a misstep. Because if everyone shares a similar level of lingo, then how can you differentiate a character's line on paper. Plus, I feel like it cheapens certain character. Saint Peter, the man who greets you at the pearly gates, shouldn't be another character that goes, "Oh, shit" when him going "Oh, shucks" speaks more about who is compared to everyone else and gives a glimpse into how different Heaven is from Hell.

The dialogue also hurts a character like Adam too. I want to buy that he's Earth's first man, but having him talk like a douchebag rockstar kind of takes me out of it a bit. Like, the way he talks doesn't sound like how the first human being should sound. He sounds like a guy who died in the late eighties, which SHOULD be funny but it's too distracting too much of the time when a character who talks like an old man who's ignorant to modern thinking could have had so much to say about what Heaven deems as worthy to be up above. They nailed the ignorance, but had him speak it in a way that doesn't fit humanity's first man. Maybe less "Call me Dickmaster" and more more "Call me Sir."

Vaggie...is FINE, I guess? But her character faces the same problems as Millie in Helluva Boss, where most of her personality and character is dependent on the relationship she has with another.

I'm also not a fan of Chaggie. I'm sorry. I'm in love with the ship dynamic of the stern, responsible one paired with the bubbly optimist. Heck, I'm a Lumity shipper because of it. But Chaggie just...WHELMS me. I don't hate them together but I'm not foaming at the mouth with each cute scene they share either. Honestly, I ship Charlie more with Emily than I do Vaggie, which...sucks for Vaggie, I guess. But Emily deserves love in her life too, dammit.

And the pacing for this season really is bad. I don't think the problem with this show is that it had eight episodes. Less is more is a phrase for a reason and we don't need twenty episode long seasons for EVERY show. I prefer it, don't get me wrong. Allows characters the a chance to breath and allows the story to take its time more. But what kills Hazbin Hotel's first season is that it feels like a three-season long story just got wrapped up into ONE. I'm sure there's more plans with Heaven, the Vees, and especially Lilith, but to have the season end with the next extermination feels like Avatar ending its first season with Souzin's Comet. There's so much the characters need to do and prepare for in so little time, ending a status quo shaking event, that I feel like a smarter idea would have been splitting this season's story line up into three parts. I mean, unless the cast and crew didn't know ahead of time that they'd only get eight episodes a season, why not have a little faith that they could have split the story up better? Because otherwise, it makes the show feel like it went by way too quickly. Eight episodes isn't a problem, but how they use those eight episodes DO.

So, while I can absolutely see why Hazbin Hotel could have its fans, I can also see how it can put people off. The style and characters work well enough, but the dialogue, jokes, and story need much more polish. It's not the worst, but not the best either. I hope things improve in Season Two and that the show itself can redeem ITSELF in the future.

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I guess I’ll take this pain, instead of your name |

Part Twenty-Seven

A/n: Hey! 27's here, sorry for the long wait, took a break whilst on holiday and then I lost all motivation. But here it is and so full of fluff and stuff too! I'm not sure where this'll lead in truth, if it even will, but I'm grateful to everyone who's shown the series some love! Hope you like the update:) No warnings on this one I think, only mention is that there may be some more terrible Spanish written in here, so I apologise beforehand to all fluent speakers, I'm sorry! Also we're starting with a Matty pov, which will then switch and stay in the first person, enjoy! X

Summary: In life, things changed. The boys you'd once grown up with were men now, and famous ones at that. The type that toured the world and had millions of adoring fans.

The five of you shared a shit ton of history. But you also shared a lot of mixed emotions for one of them in particular, a certain drummer.

Masterlist

—MATTY’S POV—

He was stood in the doorway, see. Just watching, observing the way she carefully moved about the bedroom, lost in her own head as she typically was most days. He could visibly see the cogs ticking about in there, the endless train of thought she’d plopped herself down on. But she puttered about still, getting ready for, well, God only know’s what. But he had an inkling.

She glanced up at him through the mirror she had sat on the dresser and he flashed her a squinted smile, arms folded across his chest, body propped up against the door's frame.

“Gonna stand there all afternoon, creep?” She teased.

Matty rolled his eyes and moved across the floor to join her, eyes flitting briefly over the makeup she had laying about. “Might do, got a problem with that?”

She chuckled and shook her head faintly in return, fiddling with a necklace she couldn’t quite clasp with her cast still on.

“Here, lemme.” Matty motioned towards her and grasped the thin silver chain from her hands before pivoting her back around, the two of them facing the mirror now. He spoke quietly as he looped it over her head and around her neck, tinkering with the clasp, “So where you off to then?”

Those lovely eyes of hers fluttered downwards and he caught the slight quirk of a smile in the glass. He had to hide his own.

“Just out with George.” She admitted softly and looked up at him again then, as though she wanted to read his reaction to it.

He really had to dim his grin now, instead opting to fiddle with the finicky clasp of the necklace she’d had since forever, because it seemed he’d been correct in his hidden assumption.

Not that it’d been much of a secret though, fucking surprised that half of Tenerife hadn’t heard the pair of them roaring at each other late last night. But he figured that they'd somehow needed that, to air out forgotten wounds and make anew. Probably still had a long way to go though- and he’d very much be watching George’s every move along the way- but he was glad for the change in direction. It’d been a long time coming.

He hummed and let the necklace fall around her collar once he'd caught the latch, before pushing her hair forward and dropping his chin to rest atop her shoulder. Their eyes met in the mirror, “You nervous?”

She released a shaky sort of breath around a sweet smile, fingers coming up to play with the tiny hummingbird the necklace held. “Why’d you ask that?”

He shrugged a single shoulder and smirked at her in the reflection, throwing an arm around her too for good measure. “Good thing, nerves. Make you feel like you’re living, innit? Like you’re doing something right.”

Her eyes narrowed but she was still smiling at him, even as she released the chain to childishly flick the side of his head, “Maybe, but you’re making them worse right now.”

Matty only laughed and pulled away when she walked over to where she had a couple shoes lying about. “How? I’m just bein’ nice!” He retorted in defence, “And besides, we both know you could probably dye his pubes bright orange and he’d say thank you. Sad how in love the kid is with you.”

She rolled her eyes at him with a slight scoff, deciding to ignore him and instead ask, “What do you reckon then, trainers or sandals?”

Flopping down onto the already made bed, Matty hummed as he looked between the pair, “Where’re you headed?”

“Not a hundred percent, out to eat maybe?”

Matty kissed his teeth in thought, “G will probably plan something a bit more than that. Go with the trainers, just in case.” There was a wrinkle between her brows even as she went along with his choice and he withheld a heavy sigh, “Or just go with whatever you think’s best, ey?” Women!

“Nah, ’s not that. Just...” She fiddled with her shoelace, but Matty knew better than to offer to help her with them these days, easier to just let her do it at her own pace. And he knew that now, same way he knew he’d have to go about awaiting on a prolonged answer. She sighed quietly to herself after a minute, having finally collected the right words, he assumed. “I don’t know, made it sound like it’s a date or summat.”

Now it was his turn to fucking frown. “What, is it not then?” He prodded as he propped himself up onto his hands to look over at her.

She shrugged, all timid-like and just not her. “Dunno.”

Matty dragged his tongue across the inside of cheek and under his bottom lip before he huffed loudly and jumped up off the bed, her head snapped up towards him as he did.

“Where’re you goin’?” She questioned him, but he reckoned she already had a feeling- they’d both known each other far too long to not.

“To fucking ask the twat.”

“Matty, don’t you dare!” He heard her call out just as passed over the threshold, heard her continue to repeat herself too before she stumbled out onto the landing to chase after him. But he didn’t care, muttering about how he’d have to ‘smash fuckin’ heads together to make people see sense these days’ and 'forced into doing bloody everything around here’.

“Matty!” She repeated in a hissing sort of tone from somewhere behind him, but he was already barreling into George’s room without knocking or a care to level his bandmate with a put-upon glare.

“Right!” He proclaimed outright, catching the attention of said idiot messing about with his hair nervously in the mirror, “G, mate, is this a date you’re taking our Birdie out on today or not? ‘Cause if we could just settle this whole thing now then I reckon we’d all be able to go about things a bit easier, no?”

His blunt tone and question had George faltering in utter surprise and then glancing between himself and the girl, wearing only one shoe, stood in his doorway looking just as sheepish as him. Matty rose both brows at the pair and let out a heaving sigh when neither spoke a word.

“Fucks sake. George!” He demanded and was finally gifted the attention he so deserved- these two, a right pair of muppets.

George fish-mouthed for a split second, alarmed eyes darting between them both, but he nodded as he swallowed thickly. “Yeah, um yes. At least, I'm hoping.”

Matty flew his hands up praisingly, “Thank fuck!” He exclaimed and then turned towards the other nuisance in his life, “Right, now B, you down for this date or are you gonna crush the poor knob’s heart?”

The girl snorted and Matty noted that a faint flush stained her cheeks as she dipped her head, but she was still smirking over at the giant idiot stood in the corner, a shoe dangling from her hand.

Matty grinned at the both of them and then moved to leave the room, “Good! Right! Glad we got that debacle all cleared up. What would you lot do without me, hey?” He shot her a sly wink as he passed by, feeling very smug if he did say so himself, and just hoped that the two of them could cope for another couple of hours without him.

—

It was strange, this void we were sitting in. Quiet. Nervous really, but not the bad sort. Just this buzzing energy that surrounded the both of us in the backseat of this cab together.

George kept shooting me quick glances, almost afraid to linger but unable to hold his stare ahead. It was making me all jittery, the kind of feeling most tended to get when you were with someone new and you were excited to see where it would head. But G and I, we’d never had that the first go around. He'd been a stranger, a part of the band, a friend next, and then we were together.

It sounded simple, wording it like that, though it'd been anything but.

Still, this buzz was sweet and palpable. It had a hold on my breath, as well as my mind. It was fucking thrilling.

“¿Lleva usted mucho tiempo en España?” The cab driver questioned, breaking the silence that had only been ebbed by the low hum of the radio and the outside traffic. His eyes met mine in the rearview mirror and I smiled.

“A mí más que a él, pero sólo durante unas semanas.” I replied, gaze drifting towards George for a moment when I felt his eyes on me, I was glad when he didn’t glance away again. “¿Desde cuándo es taxista?”

The cabby hadn’t known much English when he’d pulled up outside of the villa, so there had been evident relief written into the quirk of his smile when I'd realised and answered him in Spanish. He’d been trying though throughout the drive, for George’s sake I realised, who had gifted the man his phone once we'd entered so that I’d be none the wiser of our destination.

“Uh, few years.” The driver answered me as he pulled out of another side street. “Siete y medio?”

I hummed around another smile, “Seven years is a long time! You enjoy it?”

He nodded, flashing me an understanding grin. “Sí, sí! Mucha gente maravillosa.”

“¿Muchas historias que contar?”

He laughed in retort, flicking the indicator downwards. “Many secrets, too.” He indulged.

George was wearing this bemused smile beside me, eyes squinted as they travelled between the driver and myself, but he seemed content enough to just sit and listen in on our conversation.

“Like what?” I questioned the man, leaning in a little closer in my seat in hopes that he’d divulge a bit more.

I was pleased when he did, went on to tell me a few myriads about the travellers he’d picked up on drives, as well as a few of the familiar locals. One man had brought along his pet parrot, though it hadn’t been caged, just stationed on his arm, and the guy had said nothing more about it. Only spoke a few words about where he was headed and then spent the rest of the journey whispering to the bird, his eyes almost crazy. Our driver had said that it’d put him on edge but he hadn’t been able to help his hysteric laughter once he’d finally dropped the passenger off at some banana boat rental place.

Another, was with this older woman. He’d thought nothing much of this blonde who'd climbed into his cab outside of a bar one night, figured she was just headed home from meeting with friends or family, but it'd been nothing of the sort. Instead she’d asked to be dropped off outside of this crappy, rundown hotel on the edge of town and said she was meeting up with a ‘client’. In the shortened version of his story, she’d actually been a prostitute and had many a story of her own to tell him on the way over, having been in the game nearly twenty years. One involved the time she’d had to hide an eight ball of coke where the sun didn’t shine. She’d then gone on to offer to show him exactly she she’d done it in the back of his cab, but he’d been too shocked to speak. Even so, the woman had still flashed him her arsehole before getting out and paying her tab.

I was chuckling away to myself as the driver finished up with his latest tale. I'd been a translator of sorts for both him and George, who was now unable to help his laughter too it seemed, all of us pleasantly pleased by the joyful atmosphere that'd been created. So lost in our conversation that I was honestly surprised when the car rolled to a stop on the side of the road, so slowly I’d barely even noticed until the man had turned back to face us.

"Sin embargo, a pesar de lo divertidas que fueron esas personas, creo que este viaje fue uno de mis favoritos." The cabbie smiled, his eyes kind.

I murmured a repeat of what he’d said to George and the drummer mimicked the warm words back to the man, claiming to feel a similar way. I believed him, too, G had been all over the world, probably met more cab drivers than anyone else I’d ever met, but the expression he wore then was too genuine to be anything other.

“Ustedes dos han sido encantadores de conducir,” The man acknowledged, glancing between us. “Thank you for listening, yes?”

I gifted him a large grin as George and I steadily made for the door, “Thank you for telling us. Ha sido un placer conocerle.”

“Sí, y tú, querida.”

George handed him some euros through the driver’s side window and the man patted the back of his hand in thanks as he accepted the cash. “Muchas gracias. Mantenerse seguro y cuida de ella, ¿vale?” I heard the man say and George chuckled whilst nodding his assent.

“I’ll try. Thank you, man.”

And then the cab begun to pull away and George and I were left- hang on, where the hell had we been left?

“Where are we?” I asked the same man, squinting as I raised a hand over my face to shield my eyes from the hot sun, wanting to glance about. There wasn’t much surrounding us, just a single row of brightly coloured houses on a quiet little street littered with palms.

My gaze found him again when he failed to answer. He was stood across from me, still stuck in the same place he’d taken since having stepped out of the cab, now though he wore a cheeky smile. “Truth?”

I lingered on the term and then bit my lip, before nodding once.

George tucked his hands into the shorts he was wearing, blue they were, and had sunglasses atop his head that didn’t move even as he turned it to the left. “I have not a fucking clue.”

He started laughing when he saw the way my face instantly dropped.

“George. Be serious right now, ‘cause I swear to God.”

The idiot only continued to laugh, though it was practically a snicker now, as he glanced back at me. “I’m not gonna lie and say I know exactly where we are, that I could probably get us back to the villa if I really tried, but that’s not me, is it? So, what I will tell you, is that I paid Ross a stupid amount of money to find us a secluded enough beach so that we wouldn’t be bothered, and then drag some shit down here so that it’d be set up for when we arrived.”

I blinked at him. There must’ve been about a foot or two of distance separating us- seemingly planned- and so I found myself stepping off the curb to close it. George looked a little apprehensive the nearer I grew and I saw the way his shoulders hunched a tad as though he was expecting a slap or something of the sorts.

Instead, I simply stopped just shy of his nose, now toe to toe, and glanced up at him.

“How much we talking here?”

George exhaled an amused chuckle through his nose, “That’s what you choose to focus on?” I raised a brow and he relented. “A lot, because he’s a twat and I’m gone enough on you to do just about anything to make this day perfect. Yeah?”

I found myself withholding a very apparent smile upon hearing that, which only made him that more nervous, which entail then had him rambling to save himself.

“I know it’s stupid, yeah, but Ross, he’s smart, ain’t he? And I figured that he’d want this to be nice for us- for you, I mean. And Matty and Hann they’d’ve botched this right up if I'd've asked them. Like could you imagine? Ad would’ve had us on some fucking boat sailing off somewhere romantic, forgetting that you get motion sickness and I hate being stuck with fuck all to do- I mean, after all that water, what else is there, innit? Then Matt, he’d’ve either gone over the top with it all, or gotten a right laugh out of it. So, yeah, Ross had been my only option, really. And I knew I could trust him to tell me if I was playing a tit, if all this wouldn’t be something you’d want, but he didn’t and so, here we are.”

He forced a grin he obviously didn't feel and scratched at the jut of his jaw.

Giving in, I finally cracked that smile I’d been hiding and released an airy titter when his whole being relaxed.

“Where’s this beach then?” I questioned him, hands linked behind my back as I pushed myself up onto my tiptoes, glinting eyes finding his. He knocked his head one way and then rolled his lip together whilst watching me.

“Somewhere over there, I think.”

“Think?” I challenged with a small smirk, he hummed. “Reckon you can lead the way then?”

I inhaled at the way his eyes roamed the entirety of my face, like he was taking in every inch of it that he could. My head shot downwards when I felt his fingers graze the skin of my forearm, I let it drop from behind my back and swallowed when our hands slipped together.

“If you’ll let me.” Was all he said, and I nodded quietly before I let him lead us out and away from the road.

We travelled down a lengthy little alleyway slotted between a pair of tall houses, one terracotta, the other a pale yellow, and came across a slanted cliffside. It was there that we discovered a painted gate that led to a set of stone steps leading down, down, down onto a grassy verge that soon trailed into thick golden sand.

I’d kicked my shoes off the second I could and breathed in when my feet finally touched the warm sand. George’s hand never left mine all the while and together we waltzed down the length of the beach, murmuring to one another in the breeze whilst the sea washed away our footprints.

It was just after George had almost tried to trip me up and spin me further into the ocean that something up ahead caught my eye. A smoky trail that danced high in the sky and was coming from a small fire-pit that had been lit on the sand. I must’ve stopped pretty abruptly because George frowned at me before a smile graced his features.

“Cool, ain’t it? My idea that, just so you know, in case Ross tries to rob any of the credit.”

I blinked a couple times, taking in the scene set out before us, and then looked up at him. “You planned this?” I asked as he continued to lead me closer.

There’d been an oversized blanket spread out, held down by a couple rocks at either corner, it homed this wicker basket that sat in its centre. An old radio with an antenna as long as a Wolfhound’s tail perched by the flickering firelight too, practically as old as the song it sang.

“Sacrifice, really?” I pondered aloud, a happy smile limning my lips as I turned to glance over at George, who merely shrugged in turn.

“Figured everyone loves a bit of Elton.”

I chuckled, “And what’s in there?” I asked, gesturing over towards the basket.

“Food and some other shit.” George answered me. I shook my head and mimicked his stupid reply under my breath, earning myself a playful shove. “You know what I mean.”

“A picnic then? George Daniel who ever claimed you weren’t a cliche!”

“Piss off.” George laughed, “I can just chuck this all out you know, then all this effort gone will have gone to waste.”

I feigned a pout, “Poor Ross’ll be so disheartened.”

He narrowed his eyes at me then, done with all my needless teasing now it appeared, and I wailed in sudden surprise when he lifted me up off my feet and tossed me over his shoulder.

“George!”

“Nah, reckon I’ll keep the cliche picnic and nice little blanket I set out, let the radio play, and just sod you off instead. Sea’s big enough for you to get lost in and, if I remember rightly, you quite like to swim.”

“George, I swear!” I shouted through my laughter, thumping his arse with my one good hand. “Put me down, now!”

George paused just short of the shore for a second and hummed theatrically. “You willing to apologise then?”

I scowled and he must’ve sensed it, even with my head hanging just short of his hip, because his body moved with a chuckle.

“What was that, lovely? Can’t quite hear anything yet.”

I huffed, figuring a half-arsed apology was better than getting my cast wet. Because we both knew he'd do it. “Sorry for making fun of your picnic.”

“Come again, can’t hear you over the wonderful sound of the sea. These waves are something else, I tell you, you seeing ‘em too?”

George yelped when I pinched the back of his leg in retaliation and I laughed even as he treaded further into the water.

“I said sorry! I'm sorry! Now take me back, you giant prat!”

Thankfully he did and I was breathless when he placed me back down on the blanket.

“Alright there, Birdie?” He smirked at me and planted his hands on his hips whilst I flipped him off and staggered over to have a nose in the basket. He laughed as he followed behind me, “Come on, B. I was only messin’.”

I hummed and peered over at him when he settled down on the blanket too, “So was I. This is really nice, G. You didn’t have to, you know.”

He grew a little sheepish then I reckon, because he looked off into the horizon to hide his face from view. “Wish I could’ve done more in truth.”

I rolled my eyes but gasped when I caught sight of the batch of tiny chocolates tucked away in the very bottom of the basket. “How the fuck did you manage to find these this time of year?”

George chuckled at my childlike excitement upon finding the Mini Eggs and shuffled in closer to unwrap the packet I’d been struggling with. “Man of many talents me.”

I shook my head in disbelief and thanked him when he handed the chocolate eggs back to me. “No, really. I need to know ‘cause I want to take a stash of these back to England with me.”

I offered him up one but he just shook his head before leaning back on his elbows. “Can’t. Didn’t buy them here.” He told me, and I tilted my head in confusion. He shot me a brief smile before he wrinkled his nose. “Brought ‘em with me, didn’t I?”

My forehead pinched and I shuffled in place to bring my knee up to rest my arm on. “What do you mean, you find them at the terminal or something?”

George just shook his head, eyes grazing the shoreline. “Got drunk a couple of weeks before last Christmas. I mean, like off my head, couldn’t remember fuck all when I woke up, drunk. Right?” I hummed, waiting for him to continue on. “And well, a couple of days before Christmas finally rolled around, I got a knock at the door, didn’t I? Confused as to what the fuck it could possibly be, hadn’t ordered anything to the house, everything I had had gone straight to the studio, but I opened it up anyway, figuring it might’ve been from my dad or something, and was met with the sight of like, a 5kg bag of Mini Eggs”

I snorted, unable to help myself, and raised my hand to cover my mouth. “Why?” I couldn’t help but ask, and this was when he sort of shuttered.

I watched as George purse his lips before blowing out a large breath, still looking anywhere but me.

I forced out a small chuckle, “G? What, is it really that bad? Were the Mini Eggs just a cover for some sort of drug smuggle or something?”

George’s mouth twitched into something that almost resembled a smile. “Imagine... The Sun would have a right field day with that, wouldn’t they.”

I popped another egg into my mouth and allowed it to melt a tad before knuckling his shoulder, “Tell me.”

He sighed and then groaned as he shifted over onto his side. “Before we broke up, a bit before your birthday, I kept on thinking over and over about what to get you for it, yeah? And you’d complained about not having these things all year round, or something of the like. It wasn’t long after things had all gone to shit between us that I’d managed to drink myself stupid trying to escape my own head, just to stop thinking about how much I’d fucked up with you. But even the drink couldn’t help.”

He snorted quietly to himself, as though he was telling an inside joke only he knew about, fingertip grazing the pattern in the blanket beneath us. “Ended up ordering you the chocolates a year later anyway, didn’t I? Even pissed out of my head I can’t seem to ever escape you.”

I chewed away quietly to myself, not sure how to take his story in truth. It was difficult to swallow past the idea of him wasting away like that, drinking and doing whatever else just to get through, just to avoid me. I toyed with the sweet packet I held as I did. But ultimately decided to take it on the chin, make light of it. Because there was bound to be more tidbits like this shared from the both of us in the future, so why hold onto them and feel ashamed?

“So, all I’m hearing is that, somewhere back home, you’ve got a massive stash of Mini Eggs just waiting for me?”

George laughed, a breath of relief rippled out of him, “Sure. Well, not quite. Good portion of it's gone now-”

I cut him off with a hurt shout, “What do you mean, gone?”

“If you’d let me finish,” He went on to say, shaking his head at me playfully, but there was something behind his eyes that told me he was grateful for the out he’d been given. I waved a hand and gestured for him to hurry along. He rolled his eyes, not unkindly. “Christ. As I was saying, it’d been a couple days before Christmas, I was lonely and fucking depressed, wallowing away in Ross’s smelly flat most of the time, and they’d just been sat there, hadn't they? So I’d stuck on the Godfather-”

“One or two?”

He groaned, helpless to my ongoing interruptions. “Two, obviously.” And I hummed my quiet approval. “Any-fucking-way, I ended up just eating them as I watched the film.”

“Isn’t it like three and half hours long?”

“Are you gonna keep interrupting me every time I speak?”

“Might do.” I shrugged, fighting back a smile.

He released a breathy laugh, “Figured. But yeah, almost that long. So by the time it’d ended I could hardly bare to look at another fucking egg again. Had to have Ross come and take them from me and ended yucking up in his downstairs loo, which he wasn’t too happy about.”

I giggled then plucked another chocolate from the bag to hold out towards him, “Even now?” He grimaced and shoved my hand away. I laughed harder, “Come on, G. They’re so good!”

“No, go away.” He said, chuckling as he rolled onto his back to escape me.

I paused and had a thought hit me. Hastily I moved onto my knees to crawl over to where he was spread out, and he watched me with a furrowed brow, one hand tucked up behind him to cushion his head.

“So I suppose that means you won’t be up for a kiss then, yeah?” I provoked as I popped another chocolate into my mouth, practically towering over him now. I saw the way his throat bobbed around a swallow.

“I mean, that’s different, ain’t it?” He tried, squinting into the sun above me whilst I smirked, baring down on one of his angled knees.

“No, I don’t think it is.” I shook my head, and I was being very brave here with my next move, because I hardly even thought about it as I swung my left leg over his torso to settle over him, leaning in close, one hand fisted in the sand above his head. “‘Cause it must be the taste, yeah? That sets you off. I’d probably have to brush my teeth or something before you even thought about wanting to kiss me, right?”

I was playing him like a fiddle and we both knew it.

Almost cautiously his fingers came to brush against the skin of my outer thigh, I tried not to outwardly react but his touch alone set me alight.

“Could always see though, couldn’t we?” He defended and I glanced down to his lips, parted ever so lightly, a breath away from my own.

It was then that I sat back up and rolled off onto the blanket next to him like nothing had happened. “Best not risk it.” I quipped and the laugh I’d kept at bay upon seeing the face he'd made was forced out of me when he all but threw himself on top of me, grinning as he shook his head in utter disbelief.

“Why’re you so nasty to me, B?” He murmured into the tiny space that separated us once more. “Huh?” He pressured as he brushed his nose against mine, “When I’ve done all this too.”

I smiled, this small fond thing that sent him grinning, and wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him close. “I already said thank you for the picnic.”

“Did you?”

I hummed sweetly, and for the third time since George had flown out to see me, I kissed him.

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chuckbass-love · 1 year

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Hi there, so I was scrolling through TikTok and I was watching this one video of the guy singing careless whisper while looking very depressed and I thought maybe something like the reader was leaving for a girls vacation and Chris is being a little dramatic about it and Scott records him singing into a whiskey bottle and postes it on TikTok idk I just thought it would funny

YES YES YES!! Although we're all very aware of how independent Chris can be, how he is very vocal on his need for his woman to have her own things going on. We already know he'll have his fair share of clingy moments. I had a lot of fun writing this for you. Thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy it. I am also so terribly sorry for the long wait. I've been working my ass off to complete part 2 to a younger model. But i figured a nice short break to write this wouldn't hurt. Enjoy, lovely🥰

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted or to be translated anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without permission. Reblogs are welcomed though.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None! Just pure fluff.

Word Count: 2,860

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @chrisevansupdates 💕

Endless Pining

It had only been two hours...and Chris was already struggling. You had been invited on a bachelorette party for your sisters upcoming wedding and what was worse is that said party was in Cabo. You informed Chris of these plans months in advance and he was very cool calm and collected about the entire thing...until you started packing the night before.

"Are you sure you have to go?" he said, his eyes puppy dog like, he could have definitely given Dodger a run for his money in that moment. Gone was the Chris you were used to, the one that said he preferred his woman to have her own things going on, not wanting her to be tied to him all the time. And now look at him. Begging you to stay like some love struck clingy teenager.

Not that you're complaining, of course. You love Chris, it's obvious in the way you very nearly stayed home just to be with him. He's the love of your life, as cliche as it sounds. Although every single heartbreak lead you to him, you still wish he was the first and only man you fell for, slept with and met. But such is life, you can't complain now when all of that mess and hurt brought you to now, to being the woman who gets to be there at the end of a long couple months filled with interviews and awards shows. You're the one he comes home to. And vice versa.

Chris makes you feel the way you've always wanted to feel. He doesn't even make you question if you're the only woman in the world for him because you already know you are. You've never had to make pros and cons lists of why you should and shouldn't be with him and lastly, you've never had to ask him to treat you right. He just does. It's refreshing.

But the same goes for you with him. You are always there for him when his schedule dies down again and he's back home for a couple weeks, you get to cuddle up on the couch, play with his hair until he falls asleep and when you both eventually go to bed, you're there to cuddle him.

He knows how lucky he is to have you and he's never shy when it comes to showing his appreciation.

You see, Chris has had his own fair share of heartbreaks and times when he's been the heartbreaker, but he was young, naive and stupid. He made mistakes just like everyone does when they are growing and learning and maturing. He's never tried to hide his disdain for his past behaviour but he's also never tried to hide how much he knows he had to be that way to get to where he is now. And look at where it all lead him, straight to you. He's forever grateful it did. He never has to worry if you're in this relationship for fame and money, because you have your own successful career.

It all works, you balance one another out. It's heavenly and healthy and you couldn't wish for any better. And even if you did, how does it get better than this?

The total length of the holiday is three days, Friday to Sunday. It's a weekend that will surely be filled with lots of alcohol, lots of partying and lots of good memories to take home.

Oh and let's not forget about the embarrassing pictures that will be sure to haunt you, as well as the stripper all of the girls collectively hired for your sister. She's going to kill all of you, and you're not even slightly bothered by that.

The journey to the airport was as short as you wanted it to be and now you're just waiting around for the rest of the ladies to arrive. You all agreed to meet outside the airport and you've been here for almost an hour now. Thankfully you haven't been alone, your sister is here with you. The two of you have just had a small catchup of your week before nearly falling off of your suitcase the second you hear a bundle of screams.

As you look up you instantly see Jessica, Lucia, Callie, Myla and Angela. They all have grins that run from ear to ear and you instantly get up, running towards them along with your sister Dalia.

The seven of you all squeeze one another, jumping around in circles and insisting that the weekend is going to be crazy and fun. It's time for the bachelorette to really begin.

"Sooooooo... i brought some shots for us all to take now, to you know, kick things off" Angela says, rummaging through her hand luggage to find 6 bottled shots of tequila. Okay, she didn't come to play around today, one thing you absolutely adore about Angela. She's the biggest party animal of the group and it's the best thing. You know that you'll always have fun with her. No doubt about it.

Whilst you all knock back the shot, faces wincing at the taste, Chris sits at home alone. His feet rest up on the coffee table, something you always tell him off for, as he thinks over what takeout he's going to order tonight.

It's now been two and a half hours and he has no sense of time. He knows this because two and a half hours has felt like five. As dramatic as it seems. But to be perfectly honest, it's most likely due to the beer he's been drinking. This is his third and he's nowhere near ready to stop.

As a man that's always wanted the best for his girlfriend, to want her to have her own career, her own hobbies separate to being with him, he sure is feeling the polar opposite. He wants you here with him, all up in his face with your breathtaking smile as you straddle him. Your lips becoming increasingly enticing. God he's down bad, and he knows it.

Whatever happened to the Chris that enjoyed his space, that enjoyed having alone time? He has zero idea. But it's weird and unfamiliar territory to be in right now. He's lost.

As you were packing last night he kept trying to put your clothes back, his way of jokingly asking you to stay of course. But it didn't work. You're still gone. Granted, it is for your sisters bachelorette and it's only for the weekend, so he guesses he can cope alone. Maybe he'll even call Scott over. Or, he could even pay his beloved mom a visit. Have some family time. Yeah, maybe that'll distract him.

He has the best ideas when intoxicated.

Placing the beer bottle on the coffee table, Chris sits up and pulls his phone out, clicking on his brothers contact to call.

"Wanna come over tonight?" he asks, and it doesn't take long before Scott is won over. Alcohol, pizza and Disney movies? Sold.

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Not long after the pizza arrives, Scott does too, with a six pack of beer in hand. Chris already has some in but he’ll never say no to more. Especially since he’s had quite a few since calling Scott to invite him over.

“You stink of beer and....” Scott steps closer and inhales one last time “is that whiskey?” he asks, voice laced with concern.

“Careful brother, you’re sounding awfully judgemental right now” Chris raises a brow before taking the six pack from his brother and heading into the kitchen.

“I take it Y/N left already” well isn’t he the observant one today.

“She did indeed and i’m fine by the way, a little space is healthy” he isn’t fooling anyone with that lie.

Chris is perfectly fine with you having your own space though, he’s just being overly dramatic as per usual and feeling sorry for himself. He’d never actually stop you from doing your own thing just to stay close to him. He loves that you have an active social life. However, lately he’s just felt the need to be closer to you. Whenever you’ve cuddled it genuinely felt like he wanted to merge with you, if that even makes sense. But you love it. You love this occasional side to him. At least it means he adores you and can’t get enough.

Besides, being that his schedule is so hectic a lot of the time, it’s nice that whenever he does get a break that he likes to be around you every second he can be. It fills you with warmth and security.

“Sure....” Scott trails off before heading into the lounge with some pizza and a beer with Chris trailing behind slowly, bottle of whiskey in hand as well as the box of pizza.

The television goes on, more depressing news, nothing to capture Chris’s attention. But with whiskey to compete with, it was hardly ever going to win. Not even politics is pulling him away from his pity party.

Scott chuckles as Chris eats his pizza whilst staring into the distance, knowing full well his brothers little tantrum will end soon. He’s just a lost puppy right now, worse than Dodger when he doesn’t get his own way.

It’s all just over dramatised in his own head. Because to Chris, it’s usually him travelling around for press junkets, filming and premiers. However, you usually accompany him for the premiers. Whenever the roles are reversed, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. And he doesn’t remember the last time he felt so strongly about a woman where it lead him to be so clingy. It’s strange.

“You’ll be okay, quit moping already” typical brotherly love as always from Scott as he rolls his eyes with a smile on his face when passing Chris on his way to the bathroom.

“Not helpful” Chris grumbles, causing Scott to cackle down the hall, the echo making him laugh twice as hard.

Chris just shakes his head, half annoyed his brother isn’t trying to make him feel better and half amused at Scotts reaction to his attempt to gain sympathy.

It’ll be a long night by the looks of things so maybe Chris should quit this half feigned and half authentic sadness. Deep down he knows you deserve the chance to let your hair down with your girls and relax. You work so hard, you deserve this break from the boring day to day routine.

Flight boarded, luggage checked in and now sitting comfortable in your seat, you await the announcement for seatbelts to be fastened and whilst you do so you decide to pull your phone out. Your chat with Chris pops up on your phone as a recent message appears from him.

Chris: Please come back, make this loneliness end

His begging makes you swoon in the strangest way possible. It’s certainly not something you ever saw yourself loving, being as past similar situations have had you cringing, the opposite effect so to speak. But with Chris, it’s something you adore. He’s made you feel things you’ve never felt before. It’s unfamiliar territory every single day with him, unfamiliar in the best way possible though.

You: You’ll be okay, trust me. Besides, think of the hot reunion sex we’ll have when i’m home...it’ll all feel worth it then. Missing you already. I love you x

Chris: I’ll make sure i get the rose petals ready then. I love you too, have a safe flight and call me when you land x

You: I will, i love you more x

Scott watches Chris’s lips tip up in a grin as he stares down at his iPhone, clearly you sprinkled some attention upon him, there’d be no other explanation, either that or he’s looking at pictures of you like the lovestruck puppy he’s always been just for you. When Chris falls, he falls hard. It’s been known. And Scott has only seen that a small number of times. He’s glad his brother has you in his life.

As Chris places his phone down, smile still rife on his face, not looking to go anywhere anytime soon, he takes a sip of his drink before finishing off his slice of pizza. Just that little text exchange alone was enough to fulfil his craving of you...for now. When he attempts to sleep alone in your shared bed, that’s when he’ll be at his most dramatic. And if only you’d be able to see it, you’d most likely poke fun at him whilst also telling him it’s adorable.

And then you’d laugh, the laugh he’s longing to hear.

God he really should get a grip of himself. What have you turned him in?

Chris glances out of the window through the slightly open curtains at the sun as it starts to set.

It spurs on memories of the two of you, with Dodger in tow, lounging around outside, a mountain with the most gorgeous view. Steaming hot coffee, in your hand as you sit with you knees to your chest whilst he covers you with edges of a blanket from behind.

It makes him smile a little, his heart warming with just the memory alone.

That's it, he needs to distract himself. He stands up abruptly before making his way to the piano out in the hall.

Taking one last swig of his whiskey before placing it atop of the piano.

His hands scatter across the notes, pressing random ones to familiarise himself, he hasn't played in a hot minute, that's for sure.

After a couple rounds of random chords, he slips into the George Michael classic, Careless Whisper.

Humming along with the music he's making, he slowly starts to murmur the words.

"Tonight the music seems so loud, i wish that we could lose this crowd. Maybe it's better this way, we'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say"

Scott makes his way out to watch as his brother sings beautifully. He's always loved hearing Chris sing, but it's a rarity these days.

"We could have been so good together, we could have lived this dance forever"

Without thinking about it, Scott pulls out his phone, hitting record as Chris pauses to swig more whiskey before continuing seconds later.

"But now, who's gonna dance with me? Please, stay. And i'm never gonna dance again, guilty feet have got no rhythm"

More intermittent piano playing fills the hall before he comes back in with the last of the song.

"So i'm never gonna dance again, the way i danced with you" closing out with a couple of notes, he sighs to himself before stopping and turning to Dodger.

"Missing your mommy, bud? Me too"

The fluffy dog doesn't respond in any way, just sits there, silently judging his dad.

And then Scotts laughter breaks him away from his trance.

"That is genius" he says, typing on his phone before popping it away in his pocket.

"What is?" Chris's brows furrow but Scott waves him off. "Oh, nothing, just some tiktok i found. Are you done moping yet?"

With a roll of the eyes, Chris shrugs.

"Possibly. Wanna play Mario Kart?" he suggest, knowing that'll get Scotts full attention.

He nods as the two of them head into the lounge and set up the games console.

Once you land and get your bags altogether, you check your phone in the line to the bathroom at the airport.

A tiktok notification alerts you that Scott has uploaded. You click it to check it out and have to immediately turn the volume down until you can put your earphones in. Once they are, you play it from the start.

It's a video of Chris, he's sat at the piano, Dodger sat by his side. He starts to sing to no one in particular. But it's the song he sings that makes your heart swell with love.

"George Michael" you say out loud, well, you whisper it.

He seems so lost without you. Maybe you should text him.

Midway through his second win, Scott groans as Chris pauses the game to check his phone that just went off.

Y/N: Landed safely. I'll call you later when we get to the beach house. P.s you really should sing more often, i loved your video x

Frowning at the last part, Chris mumbles to himself.

But as he goes to ask Scott, his phone starts to blow up, notification after notification. Twitter, Instagram, TikTok. It's nonstop.

He opens TikTok first, only to be horrified to find that Scott filmed him singing earlier.

As soon as Scotts eyes meet Chris's, he knows he's found.

"Oh you are so dead"

Scott gets up and runs with Chris chasing him. Some things never change.

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fonulyn · 5 months

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fon's 2023 in fic

so in order to distract myself from yet another fic flopping miserably i'm gonna do the compilation of all the flops from the entire year! :'D

a big big thank you to those of you who said nice words about my stuff, who left comments on the fics, and who helped me finish surprisingly many works this year. i am truly grateful for every single lovely comment i got! 💖 that is what kept me going, what made things feel worthwhile, and what helped me through many a dark moment.

i do still have works in progress but at the same time this sort of feels like a goodbye. idk. we'll see. but I can't keep pouring from an empty chalice and the fandom clearly does not want to help me fill it so we're at an impasse :'D it feels increasingly much that exiting stage left is the right move, as much as i don't want to and as much as it hurts to let go. but I digress.

on a more positive note, I can, hand to heart, say that I am extremely pleased with pretty much everything i wrote this year :D it's got to count for something, right!

ANYHOO I posted 217k words this year, and it includes:

21 Piers/Leon

5 Krauser/Leon

3 main Piers/Leon and heavily featured past Krauser/Leon

2 OT3

1 Chris/Leon

1 Tyrants/Leon

1 Jake/Piers

1 Marcus/Dom (Gears of War)

fic links and short summaries under the cut.

Piers/Leon

good to be prepared | E | 9k | Leon gets stuck in a snow storm when his car breaks down, and a handsome stranger saves him from the roadside. It ends up in a fun night together but that's only the very beginning for them.

'cause you know the love we have is always gonna be | T | 6.7k | Finally they get to say "I do" to each other.

bad exes and a better future | T | 2.9k | Leon's very jealous ex does not know when to quit, and refuses to believe Leon wants nothing to do with him. So, logically, Leon kisses Piers to prove a point. Thankfully Piers is all in.

i crave therefore i am | E | 7k | Piers has been half in love with Leon for what feels like forever, but there's nothing he can do about it when Leon is in a long term relationship. ...Except he's not.

as long as you'll have me | T | 5.2k | Leon gets infected on a mission, then has to suffer through treatment for an infection. Thankfully Piers is there to help, in more ways than one.

you're a dream | E | 23k | Piers Nivans is eleven years old when he starts dreaming of death and monsters. It takes him well over a decade to find his soulmate, and even then, it's not all easy.

that heaven in your eyes | E | 2.7k | They finally get the honeymoon they deserve.

light in the darkest place | M | 3.6k (WIP) | Leon and Piers grew up together, and when at twenty-one they both got a job at the RPD they thought it was a giant stroke of luck. They had no idea their first day was going to be one hell of a long day.

a shadow of devotion | M | 6.9k | There's a new superhero in town, and Piers ends up being more closely acquainted with him than he ever expected. He's not complaining, tho.

before i even knew your name | M | 6.6k | Leon gets an accidental text sent into the wrong number and it ends up changing his life for the better. Soon he's flirting via texts with this stranger, and before he even notices he's grown feelings.

a dinner to remember | E | 4.4k | Leon wears a nice dress to welcome Piers home.

too much is all that I can feel | T | 4.2k | Leon gets hurt, again, and while he’s concussed and loopy from bloodloss he tries his best to flirt with Piers.

memories beneath the dust of years | T | 1.2k | Piers relives the worst time of his life in a dream, and Leon is there to support him through it.

in the end it's you and I | T | 3.5k | The sound of metal crushing was the worst. It screeched in Leon’s ears even when the car had stopped completely, finally meeting a big enough tree trunk down the hill. He's alone, injured, and unable to leave his car. Might this be the end?

time to finally breathe again | T | 3.4k | Leon tries to bury his feelings but then gets buried underground. Thankfully Piers is there to help. On both counts.

those nights | M | 5k | Leon and his difficult relationship with sleep throughout the years.

life is a chance to try | T | 5.2k | Piers and Leon have been parents for mere months, and it’s become obvious their daughter isn’t entirely an ordinary human.

everything I've kept inside me | T | 5.5k | The one with severe injuries, some reminiscing, and finally sort of a retirement. Oh, and a blowjob pillow.

at the shore of the unknown | M | 26k | The world ends, but Piers and Leon find each other.

a merry little christmas (make the yuletide gay) | T | 5.7k | Piers and Leon and their first holidays as a married couple in their own home, of course with a visit from those closest to them.

right from the start | E | 19k | Leon gets some unexpected backup on his rogue mission in the Eastern Slav Republic. And it doesn't end there. (Much to his delight.)

Krauser/Leon

question all my doubts | E | 10k | Leon gets back home from Spain only to find none other than Jack fucking Krauser bleeding onto his living room floor. And no matter how many times Leon tries to walk away from Krauser he always ends up back to him.

(it might've been love but) it's over now | T | 1.4k | Krauser is dead and had no next of kin, so Leon goes through his scarce apartment to sort through the meager belongings left behind, while also sorting through his own mess of emotions.

(no one ever died from) wanting too much | M | 1.4k | Krauser gets injured but he can only focus on the dirty thoughts he has about Leon, while Leon tends to those injuries.

my tragedy and my desire | M | 2k | Leon struggles through the mission to rescue the president's daughter, constantly feeling like he’s being stalked. He has no idea how right he is about that. And how bad things will end for him.

my religion my certain death my salvation my sacrilege | E | 2k | Krauser keeps Leon as his sex-slave. (sequel to my tragedy and my desire)

Piers/Leon with heavily featured Krauser or Krauser/Leon

all the tears and the fears and the lies and the cries of the past | E | 16k | Krauser kidnaps Leon on Wesker’s orders to use as bait. Piers heads out to save him, together with Chris and Jill. Things get really messy.

tear me open (and make me whole again) | M | 7.6k | Piers disappears, and soon after Leon starts receiving videos from an unknown email address. It's bad enough that Krauser is back, but watching him torture Piers to get back at Leon might just be the worst thing Leon has ever been through in his life.

haunt you like it's part of you | E | 3.7k | Krauser brands Leon as his own, ruining him for all others. For a while it seems he's won, but eventually Leon gets the happy ending he deserves.

OT3 (Chris/Leon/Piers)

never without you | T | 1.6k | Leon is tired, so tired, but Piers and Chris will not let him give up.

wish you were here | T | 2k | (pre-OT3) Chris is pathetically pining after Leon, doesn't even let himself examine his feelings for Piers, and then on top of it all he gets kidnapped.

Chris/Leon

whatever comes our way | T | 1.1k | Leon almost drowns and Chris panics.

Tyrants/Leon

buried so deep within | E | 3.6k | Leon finds out there's two tyrants. The tyrants find out that Leon can be used for all sorts of fun things.

Jake/Piers

pull me closer to life | T | 3.8k | Jake and Sherry save Piers when he thinks he’s left behind to die at the underwater facility. Then somehow, Jake never leaves.

Marcus/Dom (largely featured past Maria/Dom)

no battle like that of life | E | 3.7k | After losing damn near everything, Dom learns to live again. Marcus helps.

#nivannedy #metaltango #i'm just gonna tag the two that appear the most lol #2023 #my fics #i hope i didn't screw up the links this took ages :'D #my year in review i guess lol

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naivesilver · 2 months

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@lizardthelizard please forgive the unorthodox method of response, but Tumblr was, as we tend to say, a fucking bitch - also, I'm sorry, this might be the little shit in me, but my first reaction upon seeing this request was "why not both?" ashkdhaljskfhlkjaf 💗

Kid/Parent Dialogue Prompts

6. "How did you grow up so fast? Yesterday you were still my little baby..."

(Related, of course, to my very self indulgent EAH Uncle Wick AU 😊)

"Uuuuh, guys?" Cedar ventures, unsure of who exactly she has to address at this point. "Why can't anyone tell me where we're going? Is it another secret dance? Because it's going to be fairy hard for me to spoil the secret, if I'm already going down there with you."

She hears repressed giggles around her, which confuse her even more. "Nothing like that, I promise," Raven replies from somewhere to her left - the blindfold makes it hard to pinpoint the exact spot, but Cedar can feel her friend holding tight onto her hand, warm and familiar. "Just a little surprise."

Cedar's plenty used to surprises - learning things at the very last minute is pretty much the norm, when you can't help but blurt them out otherwise - but they don't often focus on her, in truth. She doesn't think Raven, Maddie and Cerise would lead her astray just for a laugh, and it's not like they can go very far; the chaos surrounding them can only belong to the Book End village, as familiar as it can be grating. She should be safe from nasty tricks, strictly speaking.

Still, none of that is enough to make her relax completely. "Alright, but where are we going? I feel like I'm walking my feet to splinters."

"We're here!" Maddie announces cheerfully. "Are you ready?"

Cedar is, in fact, very far from ready, but she only manages an unconvinced mumble before she is made to stop abruptly and the scarf is pulled from around her head. Her eyes don't need time adjusting to the sudden bright light as much as real ones would, but she's still so taken aback that for a moment all she can do is look up in confusion at the area around them, the clear sky and the top of the Mad Hatter's Tea Shoppe.

Then a man's voice says, "What, no warm welcome for me?"

Cedar gasps, glancing down in a second - though not much further down, it has to be said. There is a fairy familiar figure standing in front of the Tea Shoppe, tall and slim and grinning broadly at her, though he has his hands buried deeply in his coat pockets, as if he were pretending not to be all that invested in her reaction.

There is a beat of shocked silence; then Cedar throws herself at him, shrieking in joy as Lampwick drops the facade and wraps his arms around her, lifting her up as though she weighed nothing. "Uncle Wick, how- What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in forever after!"

"That's exactly why I'm here, sprout. Didn't get a chance to say goodbye when you left for school, so since I had some business in the area I thought I'd swing by... And I asked your friends to help me set this nice meeting up, to see tha' sweet shocked face of yours."

He presses a kiss to her cheek that makes her snicker, before putting her down with an exaggerated huff. "How did you get so big in so little time is beyond me- I coulda sworn you were just a green bud last week, and now you're almost as tall as me."

"That's never going to happen, Uncle Wick." Undeterred, Cedar clings to him like a lifeline, though she turns to smile gratefully at her friends, who are standing a few feet away to give them space. Maddie looks fit to burst with excitement, and Cerise seems pleased under the brim of her hood, but it's Raven that appears the most self-satisfied, regarding them with a proud smirk and her arms crossed against her chest.

And she has every right to act so, Cedar thinks. There's a good chance this might be the best weekend she's had since the beginning of the school years - she always knows exactly when and where she might see her father and grandfather, but Uncle Wick is as slippery as an eel, here one day, gone the next. To have him on hand like this, so unexpectedly... It beats every encounter she made on Yester Day, that's for sure.

"Still, we gotta water your roots some, kiddo." He ruffles her curls with fond cheekiness, then makes a broad gesture that encompasses them all and the building behind them.

"Let's go, girls. Tea's on me for everyone- let's see if the old Hatter is still as good as I remember, shall we?"

#lizardthelizard #ask meme #fanfic #ever after high #eah #cedar wood #pinocchio #lampwickcore #if you saw the first version of this prompt fill - no you didn't LMAO #also my apologies to the person on here I thanked for giving me an idea for this au #it's been ages and I still haven't written that BUT I WILL I PROMISE #you were very helpful

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ellena-asg · 2 years

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McDanno and their "work" relationship problems in 6x11. The more I rewatch this, the more I see this:

"I don't want to sit next to him (Steve) for a number of reasons", says Danny to Alissa. "Plus, I don't want to have to, you know, jump over him, give him a lap dance if I got to go use the little boys' room".

Steve's face when he hears "no sitting next to him", "no lap dance":

(Danny's pov: "When he is so close, when I feel him, um... it drives me crazy and... Oh, great. I'm trying to confess and he... he's making "Stop this, Williams" face. Ok, I'll stop".)

"Yeah, see, the state of Hawaii mandates that we do 24 hours of therapy every working year, and so we packed it into one weekend and we're gonna make a, uh... a brocation out of it", says Steve to Alissa.

Danny's face when he hears "brocation":

(Steve: "Brocation, Danny. Hear this, you little annoying sweet... BROcation. What will you say, huh? Yeah, you said "no sitting next to you, no lap dance" so know how it hurts. By the way please, please, say there's nothing bro in our relationship. Say that you hate incest or something... Danny?").

Steve wants them to have a nice evening. "Well, you know, I-I have a girlfriend, so I don't think I'm gonna be much use", says Danny.

"Why don't you relax?" - that's Steve's answer.

Ok. Why does it sound like "Why Melissa? Why do you live in that constant stress? In forced relationship? Why... Look, I'M HERE", hmm? 😉 (Oh, and he doesn't even remember about Lynn).

(Danny's pov: "Alissa? Alissa and her buddy? Seriously, Steven?! I dream about a night with YOU, you know... just me and you finally together... This night, next day, forever. And you... You wanna take some girls?! Can't you see that... Ugh. You shmuck. You pissed me off. But I won't tell you. I will say "girlfriend". "I've got girlfriend". And I won't go with you. I will go to our room and you know what... I'm gonna cry alone in the darkness").

"You, uh, you signed us up for couples therapy. You're an idiot", says Danny.

Steve's face aka "Idiot? Oh, Dan, how... Easy, McGarrett. Just easy. Pretend you are sorry".

(Danny: "Don't you see that... Arrgh. Idiot!").

"Why are you still here?", Keren asks. Steve:

Face #1 aka Excuse me? DON'T.

Face #2 aka Why? Why?! Cause there's a very serious problem!

Steve's face: "We're here cause Danny doesn't see, uh, very obvious things. And, you know, I'm deeply frustrated".

(By the way... look at Danny 😂 "Well... Um... We're here cause... You know, it's Steve's fault. It's... Steve's fault. And, you know, our dear governor sees MORE than this... this "supposed to be Super Seal" does. Yeah, Steve is fucking blind som... Always").

Keren about Steve and Danny: "They're not a couple".

Keren's husband: "They're stuck in a relationship they can't get out of, they fight all the time and they don't have sex".

Steve:

Face aka Yeah. It's me. I'm stuck in "I'm in love with my best friend and... I don't know".

"Oh, Danno. I don't wanna talk about it with a therapist. Damn, you are my best friend. You are the only person... I should share my secrets just with you, you know. But I can't. It's... not easy. Damn".

(Danny: "Keren's guy is right, you know? Oops, no. You don't know! I would talk with you but... Being in love with your best friend is a tragedy... sometimes").

Steve's face aka Yeah. So many years together. No sex. Huh, no kisses! No "I'm in love with you, Steven" or "Be my hubby, bff". I'm grateful for his friendship. It means a world, you know. But I like him AND love him and can't have both. Face aka "whoah, whoah, WAIT...".

"That Keren's guy sees that, a stranger sees that and...".

"And my Super Sherlock... *sob*".

Loraine: Note his caring, loving and gentle touch.

Steve's face aka Thank you, Loraine!

Face aka Can you say it louder, Loraine? I wanna Danny to hear that.

(Danny: "I hate you, I hate you, you don't love me. You pushed me! You wanna have drinks with girls, I hate you so much...").

Steve aka Oops, Danny is hurt. I'm a jerk, I know. Oh Danno, I only wanted to make you jealous... You know... Sometimes I feel that you love me like I love you but sometimes I have no hope. Green light, Danno. Just give me more green light.

Steve: You awake?

Danny:

This is the face "Seriously? Would you sleep knowing that I went somewhere with someone and... Oh fuck you!".

Steve: You ever hear of the power of positive thinking, Danny?

Danny:

Danny "So you think I'm Mr Negative, ha? Wait! That's why... Why you and I can't..." Williams.

Steve aka Why we can't just kiss aka Life is not fair. #too tired #don't wanna do a cargument in bed, Danno

Loraine: This is about you and Steve.

Steve: This is not about me. (#life is cruel)

(Danny: "Whoa, whoa, NOT about YOU?! ALL what I say and do is because of you!!!).

Danny: *talking about the past with Rachel* (and it doesn't matter that he's bitter, very bitter - right, Steve? 😉).

Steve's reaction:

Danny:

Looking like "Ok, I was so honest. I... I said: Let's not overanalyze everything in our lives, Steven. I said: That's enough when guys love each other, Steven. I said: That's enough to ME, Steven. I said: That's commitment. You... Still don't understand, Steven".

Steve *sarcastically*: I really feel like we made some progress here this morning. That was really good. Really good stuff!

Danny: *talking about Rachel again*

Steve:

Danny: *literally saying that Rachel wanted to save their marriage and he... he didn't want, his heart didn't want that*

What Steve hears: I WONDER WHAT IF...

Steve: MAYBE YOU WOULD NEVER HAVE MET ME - HOW ABOUT THAT?! (jealous Steve is jealous)

Danny:

*Oh, THAT would be a real tragedy* *So good I have you, babe. Just... have you*.

*Yeah, we're so lucky, so happy together* (Both: "Hmm... I should be more positive. Yeah, be positive, man. Try. Maybe you will see the green light. Maybe he... Maybe he, you know...").

Danny is like "I'll share that burger... No. I'll give him my burger. Steve, it's a sign. I'm giving it to you and imagine that this burger is... my heart".

Steve:

Being like "I love your burger! But... Danny. We are here together and we don't do the things together... I need your presence, sunshine. All the time".

Danny is like:

Touch my hand. That soap is great. Feel me. I'm here. I love you.

(you know what, Steve was right from the very beginning - they should have tried that soap just when they came there! 😁)

#Hawaii Five-O #h50 #McDanno #h50 meta #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #walking disasters

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winterandwords · 11 months

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🌞 Writeblr positivity tag

Tagged by @reneesbooks. Thanks, friend!

1. What motivates you to write?

World's simplest answer, but enjoyment. I just really, really enjoy writing and couldn't imagine not doing it.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

This bit from November Breaks (you can read and download the whole thing for free at @novemberbreaksbywintersimpson!) will forever make me feel fizzy about my wordstuff...

Hovering above the boundary between potential and decision, I am opaque. He holds me at the edge of the void and I become transparent. I wrap my bravado in ribbons of tendons and bruise-kissed skin, and even that is not enough of an offering.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

All of them! If I absolutely have to pick one, probably Brett from November Breaks and Spin Cylinder. He's a terrible bastard, but he's so much fun. He's reckless, self-centred, manipulative, and usually high on something. He's a very "That's a terrible idea. We should do it immediately" kind of person with no conscience and enough charisma to turn most situations in the direction of his choosing. Not someone I'd be friends with in real life, but a great dude to have living in my head.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Editing. Specifically line editing. Like final draft level line editing. Obsessing over the tiny details with the guts of the hard work already done.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Dialogue, maybe? I write a lot in first person, so maybe that should be monologue. I hear character's voices really clearly in my head, so I always feel like I'm just writing down something someone else is dictating to me.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

The level of support and pure hype. How people will go absolutely feral over each other's writing. It's fucking beautiful. Also, I don't feel like the only fucked up weirdo here, so that's nice.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I recently discovered LivingWriter and I'm in love. I adored Scrivener, but I need to be able to access my writing on my phone as well as my laptop and Google Docs didn't have the structure I crave. LW looks like how the inside of my brain feels.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

The psychoactive frequencies in Bridge From Ashes and Project Aria are fun. I've always wished it was possible to get the effect of drugs or adrenaline-junkie experiences without the potential consequences, so I made a fictional way for that to happen.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

TAKE A BREAK. No, seriously. If you're feeling burned out, exhausted or lacking in motivation, let yourself rest and recharge. We're all so conditioned to push through and often the best thing to do is just chill, switch off or switch gears for a bit, and let the muse kick back in when it's ready.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

@kaiusvnoir, @indecentpause, @thegreatobsesso, @manathen, @nanashi23, @elbritch-kit, @reeseweston, @drabbleitout, @diphthongsfordays, @i-can-even-burn-salad (I feel like I'm forgetting people because there are so many amazing folks on here and I'm endlessly grateful for you all)

Tagging @cherrybombfangirlwrites, @clairelsonao3, @daisywords and @diphthongsfordays if they'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to take part. Blank questions are under the cut 💜

1. What motivates you to write?

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

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grapehyasynth · 11 months

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Two, please. :-)

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about Obviously? Answer it now!

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

Thank you for sharing your soulful, heart-wrenching, fantastic writing with all of us. <3

I wish you could see my face as I read "soulful, heart-wrenching, fantastic" - I hope you all know that every nice thing you say about my writing makes me VERY emotional and i love you all!!

Thank you for asking these! questions for fic writers

5. Oh gosh I wish people would ask me anything they want about obviously, it's been such a joy to write, but i can't think what I'd specifically wish they would ask... So here are some random tidbits: I've never written fic for a show that's not in English, and so I'm constantly plagued by the feeling that I don't know the rhythm of people's speech patterns the way I would with English-language characters! So that's been a unique adjustment. Researching Sweden, Italy, and Venezuela for specific chapters has just made me so thirsty for travel. And I've been kind of grateful to write a story that's so significantly about people making mistakes and mistreating each other, because I tend to write fic where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts and this is just forcing me to allow the characters to be more complex and human. But truly, I would love to answer questions people have about it!!

41. My immediate thought was We're Not Made of Stone by @princewillesothermom, because it captures that human complexity I mentioned above - the characters are flawed and complicated and they fuck up but we still feel so much empathy for them and it is even more meaningful when they talk to each other and learn to actually listen. I wish I could finesse those kinds of dynamics! But also the way @notalotgoingonatthisinstant writes the Wilmon dynamic - I will forever be jealous of that

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recurring-polynya · 7 months

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Writing/Art Update 10.31.2023

Sorry this is a little late, I was trying to get something done yesterday and then I got overtaken by Halloween Festivities and didn't get a chance to post it, but this update is as of 10/31.

This week was pretty slow to get going--as per last week's update, I really didn't know how to get started with Chapter 3. I had to sort of think about it for a few days, during which time no writing-writing took place, but I did eventually get it figured out, and now I have a pretty solid outline for Chapters 3 and 4. I was able to get about halfway through Chapter 3, which involved writing one new flashback (which I had a false start on, but the second try came out good) and reworking two present-time scenes, one which needed a lot of work, and one which needed just a little (mostly deletions).

This week's wordcount: 23,299 (+5,439), with about 2,387 of new content.

I am very close to having more in my "clean, contiguous" version than in my "old pile of crap" version (24,245), and that ought to happen this week. My goal for this week is to finish Chapter 3, which two flashbacks (one of which is half-written) and one new real-time scene.

I've been having really mixed feelings on my progress. On one hand, half a chapter per week is proving to be pretty doable, and I'm able to see real progress every week, and it's giving me a nice amount of "I wrote!" satisfaction. On the other hand, if, as I projected last week, this story goes to 10 chapters, that means it will take me 15 weeks, which feels like forever. On the other hand, that will mean it took me almost exactly two years to write, all-told (including time I wasn't actually working on it). Maybe I should just be grateful if I can actually get it done in 15 weeks.

I made a joke about it being November and trying to hype myself up to NaNoWriMo-style push my way through this thing, but that's actually a really bad idea. I still think about that "writing is just behavior" post every single day of my life. You only get to write each story once, and I think it's important to take my time and enjoy the story I'm in, right now. Also, we're getting into the busiest and most miserable time of year for me right now, and I think it's extremely important to keep writing as a treat I get to do, not an arbitrary word count obligation that I made up to torture myself with.

On a final note, I'm in one of those weird brain-places that I get sometimes where I really have not looked back over any of the stuff I've finished. My usual writing state is to enjoy re-reading the stuff that I've read, but right now, it's all "Don't look back! Forward only!" I do think this is good, because I know this will pass eventually and there will certainly be time to edit, later, but I am also really worried that everything I have written is going to be absolutely horrible when I go back to it later. (In general, I'm usually pleasantly surprised to find writing I haven't looked at in a while to be better than I remembered, but it's not guaranteed, you know?)

(no art this week)

#writing update #art update

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jiilys · 1 year

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I just wanted to say that I’ve checked your tumblr at least once every fortnight for years. I don’t go on tumblr very often anymore, and basically don’t interact with hp stuff at all, but I’ve kept coming back to your work. You know the phrase “shrimp colours”? Your writing makes me feel the emotions version of that, shrimp feelings, if you will. It just touches me in a specific way that means I usually end up crying even if it’s happy because it feels real to me. I’m sitting here waiting for good crimes II with a slight ache in my chest because I know it’ll be the last thing posted here and I can’t wait to read it. I’m sad to see you go but so thankful for all you’ve given over the years. To echo the previous ask, there are so many specific scenes from things you’ve written that are just lodged in my brain and I think about them constantly. Lilly sitting with her boots in the sink is one of them for some reason. I don’t even know what I’m trying to say other than that you’re enormously talented and that your work has meant so much to me. Happy retirement!!

god, this message, i could fucking cry. i could stand on my porch and wail forever. i cannot tell you how grateful i am and how nice this was to read. writing is so lonely except it isnt because of stuff like this, and also because james and lily and sirius are just behind the door, always waiting around, joking about something stupid. all i did was write it down. i'm so glad it was real for you, it felt like that for me. we're in this together. i hope good crimes 2 is everything you want, i hope you think it's good. this is going to sound crazed but i remember writing lily with her boots in the sink, years and years ago. i am so glad that stuck with someone else like it stuck with me. both of us tied together by one image from years ago. thank you forever

#retirement lmao #screaming crying throwing myself to the ground. thank u love u

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blackhakumen · 1 year

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Mini Fanfic #1058: Trouble in Love Paradise (SSBU X Sonic)

10:23 a.m. at the Smash Mansion's Outside Patio.......

Almost every kid in the Smash Family stares in awe at a girl dressed in black hovering down towards the them inside a red electric forcefield. As she gently lands her feet to the ground, the girl in question begins to turn off the forcefield around her and brush the dust off her dress before shyly turning her attention to everyone.

????: G-Greetings, everyone. Please excuse the overly climactic entrance. My father insisted I should do so to try and impress all of you, but that's neither here or there-(Smiles a Little) My name is Sgae Ivo Robotnik. The daughter of the infamous Doctor Eggman Robotnik and an A.I of sorts....

Toon: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise Along With Everyone Else) Eggman's a dad now?

Ashley: Not surprising considering some of the villains are dads themselves. (Sees Sephiroth Coddling With Pichu, Who is Happily Sitting on his Pounch, as He's Walking By) In more ways than one....

Sage: (Happily Nodded) It's true. Despite his numerous....upon numerous of atrocities he has caused in the past, among with his evergrowing passion of taking over the world, he still takes the time out of each of his days to raise me as his own and I will forever be truly grateful for his efforts.

Kids: Awwwwwwwww~

'Ahem'

Everyone turns to see the culprit of the throat clearing, Penny Crygor, as they give her sudden attention.

Penny: Hey, uh....I know this is a really sweet moment we're sharing here and I am so so sorry for ruining it right now, but....(Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) You're an A.I.!? (Eyes Starts Sparkling as Well) ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE!?

Sage: That's right. My father created me to be one of the most highly advanced A.I. that ever was. (Smiles Sheepishly) Unfortunately, most of my abilities have been limited altered immensely since my reawakening....(Smiles Brightly) But I still have access to a few things!~ Like flying in mid air, creating surge of electricity in the palm of my hands. Ooh! And I can also create multiple small, advanced cubes at will. Like so~ (Creates a Small Cube With Red Glowing Lines Around It)

Penny: (Smiles Widely as She Leans Closer to Sage and Whispers) Hello, new best friend~

Ashley: What?

Penny: NOTHING! I-I didn't say anything other than....(Turns to Ashley With a Bright, Awkwardly Smile) I love you~

Ashley: (Stares at Penny For a Few Seconds Before Sighing and Rolling her Eyes) Love you too, Penny, you weirdo.

Ness: (Smiles Brightly at the New Girl) Anyways, it's nice to meet you, Sage. (Proudly Points at Himself) My name is Ness: a PSI User in training. (Wraps an Arm Around Lucas Beside Him) And this is my best bud, Lucas.

Lucas: (Smiles Sheepishly) Another PSI User in training.

Toon: (Smirks With his Hands on his Hips) The name's Toon Link. The 4th or 5th Hero of Time and the most superior of all the Links.

Link: (Pops His Head Out From the Patio Door) Hyah?

Toon: (Eyes Widened Once He Immediately Recognizes that Voice) Uhh d-did I say Links? What I meant t that I was the superior of all the ink collections! (Chuckles Awkwardly) Which are all hidden away in my home and....stuff.....

Link points two fingers towards his eyes and then to Toon Link before glaring at him and slowly going back inside the mansion.

Popo: Popo.

Nana: Nana

Ice Climbers: Together we form the Ice Climbers.

Hat Kid: Hat Kid!~

Ashley: My name's Ashley, I'm a witch in training. (Hugs Lucas Lovingly) As well as Lucas' girlfriend.

Lucas: (Happily Hugs Ashley Back)

Penny: (Smiles Brightly) And I'm Penny Crygor!~ The smartest girl genius Diamond City has to offer.

Ashley: And a purest definition of a nerd.

Penny: (Quickly Pouts at Ashley) Hey, I am NOT a nerd, Ashley! (Pushes up her Hair in a Classy Fashion) I classified myself as an adorable geek thank you ever much.

Ashley: (Rolls her Eyes Again) Whatever.

Kirby: (Happily Runs By to Hugs Sage) Poyo poyo!~

Sage: (Gasps Loudly Before Turning to the Gang With Sparkling Eyes) Who is this pink specimen of cuteness?~

Ness: That, our new friend, is Kirby, the Hero of all Dreamland.

Toon: And possibly the most adorable pink puffball in the universe.

Jiggypuff gasps before angryily crossing her arms and walking away in the distance.

Sage: (Gently Picks Kirby up With a Soft Smile on her Face) Hello, Kirby. My name is Sage Robotnik and I hope we could get along with one another from here on out.

Kirby happily rubs his cheeks against Sage's, causing her to get ticklish.

Ness: (Chuckles Lightly) Well, whaddya know? Few seconds in and the little guy adores you already.

Sage: (Gasps Again Before Turning Back to Kirby) Is that really true, Kirby?

Kirby: (Happily Nodded) Po-yo.

Sage: (Heart Begins to Melt Before Floating Up in the Midair and Twirling Her and Kirby as She Blurts Out...) I ADORE YOU TOOOOOO!~

Kids: (Giggles Softly at the Adorable Exchange)

'Door Opens'

Bowser Jr: Alright, what are you dorks doing out here-

Junior's eyes suddenly begins to widen at awe at the floating girl twirling Kirby around. Her black dress, looks, and smile were plenty enough for youngest koopa to fall over head over heels for her.

Junior: ('Suddenlyyyyyyy~ Life has a new meaning to meeeeee!~ There's beauty up aboveeee~ And things we've never take notice of~ You wake up and suddenly.....you're in loveeeeeee-)

????: Hello~

Junior immediately snaps back to reality once he sees Sage and Kirby happily staring at him face to face.

Sage: What's your nam-

Junior: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! (Quickly Went Back Inside the Mansion)

'Door Close'

Sage: (Very Confused on What Just Happened) Nice....to meet you? Whoever you are?

Ness: ('Sigh') That there was Junior: the youngest son of King Bowser. He.....normally doesn't act like this, in case you're wondering.

Sage: I see. (Frowns Worryingly) I hope i didn't frighten him top badly.....

Penny: (Gives Sage a Reassuring Smile) Nah, I wouldn't worry too much about him. I'm sure he'll get over what's wrong with him In an instant.

Meanwhile in the Dining Hall....

Eggman: (Shivers a Bit)

Mario: Is something the matter, Doctor?

Eggman: Oh, it's nothing too serious of the sort. Just having a sudden urge to interrogate and beat up some snot nose punk for some reason.....(Looks Up at Mario and Peach in Front of Him) Are you two certain that our kids will get along with one another?

Peach: (Smiles Reassuringly) We're positive. They may not look it, but our babies can be really sweet to one another. Our niece will find right in. (Tears Starts Coming up in her Eyes Along With Mario) ('Sniff') Our sweet little niece.....

Shadow: Mother, father, is....everything okay?

Mario: (Wipes the Tears Away) Yeah, yeah. ('Sniff') We're okay, son. We're just....('Sniff') You know?

Peach: Accepting the fact that your father and I are now....('Sniff' ) N-N-Now......

Peach/Mario: (Hugs One Another to Dear Life as They Burst Out Crying) AUNTIE AND UNCLEEE!~

Eggman: (Watches the Couple Crying in Each Other's Arm in Front of Him) Yeesh. (Turns to Shadow) Are they always like that?

Shadow: On occasions. They've been like this the moment I've first told them about Sage.

Eggman: (Smiles a Bit) Hm. Well, I'm glad they're taking a liking to her. Your folks are good people, Shadow.

Shadow: (Simply Nodded) Thank you.

Junior: (Frantically Runs Right by the Group's Table) I'LL NEVER GET OVER ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

Eggman and Shadow watches Junior runs off with a confused looks on both of their faces before turning back to one another.

Eggman: What's his problem?

Shadow: I have no idea.

Meanwhile in the Living Room.............

Roy: (Chuckles While Laying on the Sofa, on the Phone With Someone) And so I told the chick " Hey, at least take me dinner first if ya-

Junior: (Runs Up to the Sofa and Screams Out....) ROYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Roy: (Winces in Pain of his Eardums at the Suddenly Yelling) My fucking ears....

Junior: ROY! I NEED YOUR HELP! PLEASE!

Roy: (Groans in Annoyance Before Going Back to his Phone for a Second) Sorry about that, Chuck. Gonna have to call you back, my little brother wants something.......Yeah, the one with the bandana around his face.....alright. (Ends the Call Before Turning to Junior) Whaddya want, twerp?

Junior: I need your help teaching me how to talk girls!

Roy: (Forms a Sly Smirk on his Face) Ahh~ So you got yourself a little crush there, little man? Give me the details?

Junior: (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth)Well, I.....Haven't really gotten the chance to know her name... On the account of me running away when she started talking to me.

Roy: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Dude, why would you do some lame crap like that? You know better.

Junior: I PANICKED, OKAY!? But anyways, she's really pretty though! She has white hair, black dress, and a smile everyone loves. And I can't get her out my mind!

Roy: Say no more, Junior. Cause from here on out....(Points at Himself With a Smirk on his Face) You're big brother Roy is here help you get your lady.

Junior: Really? Yay!~

Roy: Rule #1: Never scream out yay. It makes you look like a wimp.

Junior: Oh, right. Um...(Clears Throat Before Acting Nonchalant) Cool.

Roy: Now that's better.

Junior: (Hears Two People Laughing With One Another in the Distance) Hey, Roy.....(Points at Ludwig Walking with a Girl With Pink, Short Hair) Who's that pink haired girl Luddy's talking to?

Roy: (Groans While Rolling his Eyes) It's that Kuma chick I told you about. You know, the one who slammed my whole body down a checker board table at the park? Well, apparently, her and the nerd simp have a thing for one another and have been buddy-buddy ever since.

Junior: Wooow.....I should've gone to him for advice instead.

Roy: Yeah? Well, too bad, your decision has already been made. Now, let's get down to business.

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