#when you walk away from an art project and come back to see the nose is sideways… builder help me

[machinefey]

Guess what, I’m on my way back from my travels!

Also was looking at the drawing and realized it needed some perspective and just general tweaking.

Either way, I’m looking forward to getting home to my computer to start back up writing the Thadfic again!

[xhyjin]

`⎚⩊⎚´ nerdjo !

- nerdy history student gojo who is actually very helpful and polite but not when it comes to the last book of karl d. kryter that you just happen to need for an assignment.

- gojo x reader nerd gojo x reader gojo x gn reader

- art credit to leimiruu on X

- taglist @sleepykittyenergy @do-morochaa @zoeyflower

you had been staring at your laptop screen for hours, trying to find something, anything, that could help with your psychology project that your professor assigned last minute. the more you scrolled on endless websites and youtube videos the less you found and the more stuff didn’t make sense. after a deep breath and a frustrated sigh, you grabbed you closed your laptop and made your way on campy from your dormitory to the university’s library, hoping that the books there could offer something more useful.

the scent of books filed the air as you wandered through the aisles, scanning titles, but it wasn’t until you reached the very back that you saw it — the book you’d been desperately trying to find pngs of: The Effects of Noise on Man. just as your hand was reaching for it another hand grabbed it first. you turned to see who grabbed it, an annoyed expression creeping onto your face as you looked at the man who snatched your book.

he was tall, with snowy white hair and a lean build, his glasses crooked on his nose. he was already flipping through the pages, completely absorbed as though he’d discovered the secret to endless wealth. “hey,” you said, your voice tight with frustration. he didn’t seem to hear you—or he chose to ignore you—because he kept turning the pages, not even sparing a glance in your direction.

“excuse me, i’m talking to you,” you said, a little louder this time, still trying to keep your voice down in the quiet library. finally, the man turned his head toward you, his mouth slightly agape. he looked you up and down, making you cross your arms over your chest. what was his problem?

“sorry… did you say something?” he asked, his tone a bit distant. “yeah, i was going to say that i wanted that book,” you replied, your eyes flicking to the one he was holding so casually in his hands. “this?” he said, following your gaze and holding the book out in front of him.

“yes, that book! i was about to grab it when you snatched it from me,” you said, still irritated. you were running on five hours of sleep and a can of coke—you couldn’t help but be a little pissy.

“i didn’t snatch it,” he responded calmly. “it was on that shelf. i snatched it from the shelf, not from you.” he pointed to the spot where the book had been. “besides, i got it first,” he added, tucking the book back under his arm and turning to walk away. “wait,” you called out, stepping forward. he turned around with an eyebrow raised, and for the first time, you really noticed how striking his blue eyes were. but that wasn’t the point.

“i really need that book,” you said, your tone more polite now, almost desperate. “please?” you added, your voice softer, hoping he’d reconsider. he stared at you for a moment, as if weighing your words. the silence between you stretched for a bit, and you couldn’t tell if he was considering your request or just enjoying the fact that he had the upper hand. finally, he sighed, looking down at the book in his hands.

“look, i’ve been trying to get my hands on this for weeks,” he said, almost like he was talking to himself. “and now that i have it, i’m not exactly in a hurry to let it go.” you fought to keep your patience. “i get it, but i really need it for this project. i’m stuck and this is the last piece i need.” he glanced at you again, his expression softening just a little. “what’s the project about?” “psychology,” you replied quickly. “something about how noise affects humans, but all the online sources are garbage. i need a real quote from this book.”

he hummed thoughtfully, still holding it close to his chest. then, without warning, he raised an eyebrow. “how about this? we make a deal.” you frowned. “a deal?” “yeah.” he shifted the book to one hand, offering you a teasing smile. “you can have it for a week, but then it’s mine for a week. sound fair?” you thought for a moment, feeling both relieved and a little irritated at his smug attitude. but honestly, it was your best option. “fine, but you’re not gonna keep it forever, right?” he chuckled, his blue eyes glinting. “promise. but i’m not letting go of it just yet.”

you nodded, still a bit wary, but relieved that you at least had a plan. “deal,” you said, holding out your hand. he looked at it for a moment, then shook it firmly, his grip warm but somehow still carrying that casual confidence. “great,” he said, tucking the book under his arm. “i’ll bring it to the library in a week. just don’t lose it, alright?”

you rolled your eyes but smiled. “i’ll keep it safe.” he turned to walk away, but then paused, glancing over his shoulder. “by the way,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “i’m satoru.” you blinked, caught off guard by the sudden introduction. “uh, y/n,” you replied, feeling slightly awkward. he gave you a nod, then walked off, leaving you standing there with your thoughts swirling. was this how things usually went when you needed a book for a project? probably not.

the week dragged on, and you found yourself counting down the days until you could finally get your hands on the book again. in the meantime, you worked on your project, doing your best with what you had. but every time you hit a dead end, you couldn’t help but think of that book, sitting just out of reach.

when the day finally came, you made your way back to the library, hoping to catch gojo and get your hands on the effects of noise on man. you didn’t know why you were feeling so nervous about it, but there was something about him that made you second-guess yourself. maybe it was the way he casually handled the book like it was some sort of prized possession. or maybe it was the fact that you were about to face him again after that first strange interaction.

as you walked through the aisles, you spotted him near the back, flipping through a different book. his snowy hair was even messier today, and his glasses were sitting crookedly on his nose again.

“hey,” you called out, walking up to him.

he looked up, and that familiar, teasing smile crept across his face. “hey, y/n. didn’t think you’d actually show up.” you crossed your arms, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. “you really think i was just going to leave the book with you?”

“well, i mean… i wouldn’t blame you if you did,” he said with a playful shrug, holding out the book toward you. “but here you go. i kept it safe.” you took it from him, feeling a little bit lighter now that it was finally back in your hands. “thanks,” you muttered, feeling a little awkward.

“no problem.” he looked at you for a moment, then his eyes darted to the book in your hands. “so, what’s the project about again?”

you sighed, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. “it’s about how noise affects people. you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find anything useful. this book is like the only thing that’s going to help me.” “sounds boring,” he said bluntly, his expression unbothered. “but hey, at least you’ll be able to say you did something good for society.” you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “i guess.”

“alright, well,” he said, stepping back and stretching. “it was nice doing business with you, y/n. just remember, you’ve got to bring it back in a week, or i’m coming after you.” “deal,” you said, offering him a smile. “i’ll be back, don’t worry.” as you walked away with the book, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just some random encounter.

the next week came by faster than you expected, and before you knew it, you were heading back to the library to return the book. you’d managed to get a good amount of work done, but you couldn’t deny the curiosity you had about gojo. he’d been on your mind more than you cared to admit, even though you hadn’t exactly planned for that.

when you walked into the library, you spotted him in the same spot, buried in a stack of books. he looked up as you approached, and that same mischievous grin flashed across his face. “back so soon?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. you held out the book to him. “it’s yours,” you said, trying to sound casual, but your heart was beating a little faster than usual.

he took the book with a smile. “thanks. so, did you actually use it for your project, or was it just an excuse to come see me again?” he teased. you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide the small smile creeping up your face. “i did use it, actually. and if you keep saying things like that, you’re going to make me regret it.”

“oh, i’m sure you’ll survive.” he chuckled, looking at the book in his hands before turning back to you. “so, how’s the project coming along?” “good,” you said, crossing your arms. “i think i’ll actually finish it on time. what about you? you still planning on hoarding all the best books around here?”

he shrugged nonchalantly. “well, someone has to make sure they don’t go missing.” you smirked. “right. so, what exactly are you majoring in, anyway? history, i’m guessing?”

his eyes twinkled. “yeah, history. i know, kind of a nerdy choice, right?” “kind of,” you agreed with a teasing grin. “what’s so interesting about history anyway?” he leaned back, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “history’s all about learning from the past, y’know? understanding how we got to where we are now. it’s like a puzzle. plus, there are so many cool stories no one ever tells you about.”

“sounds pretty fascinating,” you said, genuinely intrigued. “so, what’s your favorite period in history?”

he smirked. “now that’s a tough one. but if i had to pick, i’d say ancient civilizations. the Egyptians were onto something.”

you both laughed, and for a moment, it felt like a real conversation. like you were actually getting to know each other. then, just as you were about to say something else, he looked at you with a strange glint in his eye. “you know,” he said casually, “i actually finished the book the first week i had it.”

“what?” you blinked, surprised. “but then why did you keep it?” he shrugged, a teasing glint in his eyes. “i just wanted an excuse to keep coming back here. thought i might see you again.” you blinked, taken aback by his honesty. and maybe, just a little bit, by the way his words made your heart skip. “you’re not as bad as i thought,” you said, shaking your head in mock disbelief.

“glad to hear it,” he said, holding your gaze for a moment before his smile softened. “you know,” he said, tapping the book lightly in his hands, “since i finished the book, it’s all yours to have now.” “really?” you raised an eyebrow, surprised. “you’re just giving it to me?”

he shrugged nonchalantly, a faint smile playing on his lips. “why not? i already read it. and besides, you’re gonna need it more than i do.” you hesitated, still a little taken aback by how casual he was being about it. “well, thanks. i didn’t expect that.”

“no problem,” he said, then paused, as if considering something. “hey, when you’re done with your project… maybe we could grab lunch or something. i mean, we’ve been talking about this book for a while, and it’d be nice to actually talk in person—no pressure or anything.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the sudden invitation. “lunch?”

“yeah,” he said, his smile widening a bit. “i figure we can discuss the book… or, you know, talk about whatever. no rush.” you bit your lip, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest. this felt… unexpected, but also a little exciting. “uh, sure. that sounds good,” you said, trying to sound casual, but not quite pulling it off.

he grinned, clearly pleased with your response. “cool. just let me know when you’re done, and we’ll set it up. you nodded, not sure what to make of the sudden shift in the conversation. but there was no denying that you were curious to see where this would go.

[keelt9]

CHERRY I

Masterlist

A/N:  Nervous about this one, please be gentle with me. 🥺

“It’s a mess.” Harriet said, sucking her lollipop. “Come one Y/N you must be joking.”

The old church of the town suffered a tragic accident. 6 years ago the intense rains of the season caused a landslide in the mountain range at the back of it, producing severe damage all over it and in the gardens that border it.

It's a small town surrounded by big mountains and a river at the limits; the life there is based on one thing: community support, everyone knows everyone and everything, with small houses and a lot of nature; the big fancy buildings and expensive houses are the most unnecessary things.

Y/N scoffs taking out her sunglasses. “That's why we're here.”

With years and a few government support all the mud and rocks were clean, but the damage was done. The church that dates to the XIX century is now a dark shadow of the brightest days.

“Jesus! Well, where is it?” Ron asks, looking around the sad view that Harriet points at. “Please, you're joking.”

Y/N shakes her head waiting for Mila to reach them. “No, it's not, let's go.”

With bags over the backs and lanterns they walk inside where full darkness and a strong smell make them cover their nose.

“Listen, Y/N, I got it, the thing about a new project of searching calmly, but here?” Harriet asks, pointing the broken glass around.

After years of working in the city making art restoration or traveling around for long seasons for the same reason; Y/N needs a urgency to breathe, she is getting tired of the rush and the noise, plus the third wedding of her mother two weeks ago made her feel she was suffocating every second.

“It's an adorable place.” Y/N sees what years ago was the entrance to the back gardens. “I was born and raised here.”

She hasn't to turn around knowing all the eyes are on her, big open as their mouths.

When she told her team about taking a break from the city and working in a calm place, they instantly offered to wherever she needed it. 

Like Mila said, “We're a team, you're dreaming if you believe you're going to do this alone.”

“You said a small village.” Ron grabs her hand as she climbs a rock. “This is a tiny little one.” 

“I know.” Y/N smiles. “Add one to the list of the wonderful things around here.”

Among what it supposed to be the benches Harriet said. “It's hard to imagine Lennox around here.”

Y/N giggles because she couldn't be more wrong, in fact Lennox as her other two older brothers; Holt the oldest, Lennox the second, Kilen the third and the little one, Y/N; loves that place. If they could come every weekend, they would definitely be more than enchanted.

“Yeah, Lennox seems the picky one.” Mila said somewhere in the altar.

The girls are wrong Lennox isn’t the picky one.

“Speak now or never.” Y/N said observing the big black wall where an impressive mural must be. “You can leave any time.”

Ron sighs. “Leaving you here swimming in mud.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “I won't miss that for anything.”

Mila sees among the altar what it looks like a holy chalice. “It's going to be an interesting months, I'm in.”

Harriet lift and old book cover by mud. “You mentioned free coffee, right?” Y/N laughs. 

The owner of the coffee shop is a good friend of her father. “Yes I did.”

“I am where the free coffee is.” 

It was the third or the fourth time Max and Cameron crossed the same street with the same red rose bush “You idiot!” Max said, sitting on the ground.

Walk? No problem. Long distance? Sure. Walk in the sun long distances searching for a place he heard? Yes, he's mad and tired.

“Dude…” Cameron was about to complain but Max interrupted him.

“It's for me.” Max drinks what it remains from his water. “It's me to follow you and you didn't even know where the hell we were supposed to go.”

After a rollercoaster season, plus the last medical check ups, Max doctors were clear, or he took a few months away or his issue of eyesight would get worse.

Resulting in his friend's recommendations about a lovely town in the mountains far away from the city and all the noise, sounds perfect besides he or his friends doesn’t know where that place is.

Cameron laughs sitting next to him. “My girl's best friend has been there, I just follow the directions.”

“Terribly wrong.” Max jokes, seeing the blue clear sky, at least he has such a beautiful view.

After announcing to the team he will miss half of a season, probably a little by more plus an energetic discussion about being reckless and weak, he confirmed he just needs to get out.

The skid of bicycle wheels calls for their attention. A kid with a cap and bag at his back with different colours of flowers, stops next to them.

“Need some help” The kid asks to see two grown up men defeated next to the rose bush.

“We're looking for Che Creek town or something like that.” Cameron said, seeing the kid smirk.

“Lucky day, that's where I live.” The kid went down to his bicycle. “Let's go, the walk is 10, maybe 15 minutes from here.”

Untrust Max and his friend observe the kid who is waiting, such a small kid could know where to go?

“Or you can stay here and I will send someone to pick you up.” 

Max shakes his head, he is reluctant to spend another hour waiting, he stands up following the kid.

They remain silent most of the path until Cameron questions him about the flowers in his backpack.

“Oh, I'm trying to approach a beautiful girl.” He smiles, carefully looking at his back. 

“How old are you?” Max is genuinely intrigued by this kid.

“10, next month 11.”

The conversation was interrupted by a bigger roses bush next to the road and an old structure that rises above the ground. The banner is damaged because trying to see the name is impossible.

The kid waves his hand to an old man who's driving along the path. “We're here.”

A few metres ahead, Max and Cameron understand the reason for the fuss about this place. 

In the distance, mountains surround the small village that makes it almost invisible, still among them you can see a clear sky as the wind brings the sound of waves.

“Waves?” Cameron asks as they start to see multiple houses and small businesses.

“Yeah, 1 hour from here is the ocean.” He keeps walking ahead of them, grabbing his bicycle. “You can hear it like it's at the other side of the mountain because it is, but the path is long.” 

“David!” A woman rushed, blonde as him. “It's getting late, let's go.”

The woman narrowed her eyes seeing the two men standing behind him. 

“Who are you?” The woman ask pulling David to his side.

“Mom, he's Max Verstappen!” The kid, now known as David, said, rolling his eyes. “A champion! And his friend.”

Max laughs hearing the switch of excitement in David's voice mentioning Cameron.

“They were lost searching the town. I'll give him a hand.” David proudly looks at his mother.

“We're sorry, he would be here earlier but.. well we didn't bring our bicycle.” Cameron said, extending his hand to introduce.

David mom nods, shaking both hands. “I guess you'll be looking for a place to stay right?”

Both men nodded exhausted but relieved of being able to witness such a beautiful view.

A couple of blocks after they arrived at a small guesthouse where a nice man offered two rooms and a hot dinner, before leaving; apparently the village had a reunion where all were invited.

For the rush of the things they didn't have a chance to thank David and his mother, they’ll make sure to do it tomorrow when they walk around the village.

The morning is simply enchanting, the soft ocean breeze cools the weather but the sun comfortably warms you; the bird song as soft mumbles of people is almost like a lo-fi song.

The owner of the guesthouse, Rupert, said David's family is the owner of the small store 5 blocks away from there, so that's the first thing they did after having breakfast.

Max was expecting eyes and cameras around him but for the town his presence is imperceptible just for the fact they're new there.

5 blocks away they found David feeding a cat white outside of the store.

“David!” Max said, waving his hand as the kid raised his eyes, smiling.

“Max, morning.” David stands not before serving more milk on the cat's plate, giving him a soft pat on his head.

“We forgot to thank you for what you did for us yesterday.” Cameron said, raising his hand for a high five with David. “Thanks.”

“Oh no problem, I'm sorry for leaving but a lot of things are happening here lately.” David smiles. “Amazing things.”

“Hey, is there any chance I could find a red bull in your store?” Max asks to see the bottles of soda inside.

David laughs, the city people and they're strange requests start to become normal.

“Probably, let me see.” 

Inside of the store another man is laughing with a man as he picks all the things over the shelf.

“Thank you Mr. Becket, I'd better go or my boss will rip my head.” The man said, closing the bag. 

Mr. Beckt laughs at the words of the young one.“Tell her I'm sorry but her chocolates are hard to find.” 

“I'll do, but I better go, she's literally hanging off the wall.” The man said running out of the store. “Bye David!”

He said running as he said goodbye to David.

“Dad, he's the guy I talked to you.” David exclaimed, walking to the other side of the shelf. “Guys, this is my dad David Senior.”

David Senior smiles and greets the outsiders, wondering who’s the man that made David feel so happy to meet and make it impossible he stop talking all the dinner. 

“They wonder if we had…” He saw Max and his shirt. “red bulls.”

“Yeah, in the fridge, they arrived yesterday.” 

Max sighs in relief walking to the fridge, finding a line of red bulls, at ease for having his vital liquid.

“Can I ask why you are here?” David's father asks. “Don't get me wrong this place is incredible but there is nothing tourist around here.”

Cameron giggles seeing Max adopt his usual posture, in one hand a RB, the other hand over his waist. 

“We heard this place is kind of healing.” Cameron answered, curious about the products at the store. From power chilli to a German beer, so varied for being a small village.

“I don't say healing just, pure, keep it basic.” David senior answered seeing his kid walking back from the room of the store, bag in hand taking a bottle of water and a bag of chips.

“I'm leaving dad.” He said to make sure the lantern, boots and tools are in his bag.

Max moved his head wondering in which moment David disappeared and came back with a lot of things on his hands.

“Careful David, remember to listen to the guys.” His father warned his son with a smile.

David bumps his fist with the outsiders man. “See you later.”

With the sun and wind moving the branches of the trees, David goes riding his bicycle disappearing in the distance.

“Anxious?” Max asked with a smile on his face.

David Sr. smirks, scanning all the things they take with them, as the two young men finally lose David when he turns in the next street.

“Excited, the old church is under restoration. The first days, just the expert people were there, and a few people who could help them, with the days volunteers started to go; they reached the point where they had to divide people in groups, and in a few days install small tents.”  

Witnessing was impressive, beginning with a group of 5, now are 6 groups with 10 people going one day at the time helping with all they could. 

The rumour about the old church being restored starts as a dream with time and the arrival of the expert as the end of the first month ends, people turn enthusiastic and offer hands to help them. Maybe just give them food or water, bring supplies, offer cars, trucks, etc, for carrying things or simply a comfortable talk after a long day.

“Church?” Cameron asked, as he paid for the things.

A long talk and some snacks later, the boys knew about the story of the church, sowing a palpable curiosity on Max.

He questions if he plans to spend some time here, maybe he could do something for help.

She almost forgot how wonderful this could be.

Her family wasn't so religious besides her mother, yes, they used to go to church every Sunday but more for pleasing her mother than for a actually strong conviction.

After the mass, she and her brothers lay in the grass, seeing the clouds as they bet a faded away race, pick a cloud and the one who fades away wins. Holt has a talent for that.

Then, at home a lovely lunch took place in the backyard followed by endless hours of playing and of course a couple of hours of homework.

Until their parents decide things need to change…

“Every single time, every single time.” Harriet said, sitting next to her cover in dust. “I thought I reached the floor or the wall but hey! It's more dry mud.”

Y/N chuckles crossing her legs. “I told you, that landslide was terrible.”

“This place have something special for you?” Harriet asks to see her friend with a strange enthusiasm. 

“No, it's just…” Y/N turns around seeing how Mila is talking vividly with David about some insect in his hands.

David is a red-haired boy who is strangely cheered up by the restoration of an old church that probably he doesn't remember but he came every weekend to help, well, talk with them or light some things in the ground, with more questions every day.

“Complicated?” Harriet asks, seeing her conflict to be open about something private.

Y/N giggles. “A little bit.”

“Well, we’re working hard and even from time to time this only makes us look like we're doing nothing.” Harriet said, extending her one of her lollipops. “We’re bringing this to life.”

Y/N shakes her head, she’s not that into candies, chocolates that’s her weakness. 

“Any trace of considerable damage?” She asks her, everytime Harriet is so optimistic about work. 

“Just need one to remember all can be healed.” Harriet said walking back where Ron joins Mila and David laughing and screaming by a lizard that just ran away from their hands. 

“It’s the right choice.” Y/N whispered to herself seeing the sky. “Slow down a little bit.”

Mornings are always such funny moments, between making breakfast as preparing the things they could need and receiving the last result of whatever they sent the previous days the team and her barely are able to finish their breakfast in one place; they could begin having breakfast in the kitchen and finish one in the studio. another in the dining room and probably the other in one bedroom.

“RON! Where is the bread?” Y/N screams from the kitchen, searching for the sandwiches of the day

Ron closed his eyes, he forgot to mention they ran off yesterday. “Hm, in the store?”

“In the store?” She closes her eyes, knowing the one who goes to the store must do the daily grocery store; arriving with a flat bag for leaving with a rock.

Mila was crossing in the moment with a toast in her mouth and a computer in her hand shaking her head. Harriet who is hearing all front the studio scream. 

“YESTERDAY WAS MY TURN!” Y/N takes a deep breath, that means she must go.

“I’ll see you in the church!” She screams taking the keys of the jeep, yes, she will go but that means, they will have to go on foot to the church, uphill. 

“Genius Ron, genius.” Mila said, searching for her bag to shove all her stuff.

It’s not that she dislikes going to the village, it's just she feels so overwhelmed by all the attention around her; without her brothers being the little girl, she could just go for a couple of things and go back with four bags with different items and a lot of praising and love words. 

“Mrs. Becket” She said entering the store, it’s the middle of the week, so David must be already in the school. 

“Y/N we start to miss you.” Mrs. Becket said with a smile, opening the door. “Your chocolates are here.”

“Really?” Her excitement is visible but she’s craving for one of those since the moment she runs off. 

“My husband will give it to you.” She said giggling while still watering the plant outside of the store.

Inside Mr. Becket is talking vividly with the guys who apparently are preparing from a little excursion besides the big bags over their backs, the supplies on the shelf looks for an army.

Waiting for her turn she goes and picks up all they need; bread, sodas, lollipops, milk and well, a bottle of whiskey.

Standing behind them, one of the guys hasn’t noticed her because he takes a step back.

“Ouch, that’s my feet.” Panic, the man turns around, and feeling she goes backwards as wanting to avoid a fall, he tries to grab her hand carefully, but to the opposite a touch of their hands feels like thunder goes through them.

“That’s my hand.” When she saw an open can she only thought of the worst scenario. “Please don’t let that fall on my face.”

Lucky it wasn’t in her face…is in her shirt.

[queenshelby]

Daughter Dearest (Part 12)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (47) x Step! Daughter (21)

Warning: Infidelity, Smut, Dysfunctional Family

Please comment and engage!

The following morning, when Cillian got out of bed late at around 10 o'clock, he was surprised when he saw you in the living-room with his young daughter Sadie, practicing  some arts and crafts for the girl's elementary school project.

"Where is your mum?" he asked you, as he walked into the living room, looking at his daughter's artwork spread across the table.

"Dress shopping with Cloira," you replied, glancing up from the delicate string of origami flowers you were working on. 

"Really?" Cillian asked. "Again?" he questioned, a hint of irritation in his voice. He ran a hand through his unruly hair, glancing at the mess of glitter and paper scattered everywhere.

"Again," you verified with a smile, having heard similar comments from him whenever you both found yourselves home together, especially during weekdays. Sadie turned to her father, holding up a paper flower with painted petals.

“Look, Dad! I made this one for you!”

Cillian's face softened, his earlier irritation melting away like snow under the sun.

“That’s beautiful, sweetheart,” he said, bending down to examine Sadie's creation. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, watching her beam with pride.

"Thank you for helping her with the school project, Y/N," Cillian remarked, coming closer to you and observing the origami flowers as well. "You have a talent for that," he complimented you, a genuine smile playing on his lips as he admired your work ethic.

"Thank you. I enjoy doing it," you replied with a blush, feeling warm at the sincerity in his compliment. You adjusted your glasses as they slipped down your nose and shifted your focus back to the delicate origami flower you were working on, focusing on the intricate folds and patterns.

Sadie bounced in her chair, glue smeared across her cheeks. “Daddy, are you going to help us?" she then asked and, of course, Cillian agreed with a chuckle, looking between you and Sadie.

“Alright, what’s next on the agenda?” he asked, sitting down next to you in a t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts, which was what he usually wore to bed.

Sadie’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “We need to attach the flowers to this big piece of cardboard!” Sadie exclaimed, her tiny hands grasping a roll of sticky tape.

Cillian tilted his head, a teasing smile creeping across his face. “Cardboard, huh?"

“Yes. I already painted it green. We are making a garden!” Sadie declared, pointing to the green piece of paper.

"This will look like a pretty wild garden," Cillian remarked as he gently took the roll of tape from her hands.

“Here, you can stick some flowers right there!” you encouraged Cillian, gesturing to the bottom corner of the cardboard, having to guide Cillian more than Sadie.

Cillian frowned playfully, his brow furrowing in mock concentration. “You sure this is the right spot?” he asked, glancing between you and the cardboard, a teasing glimmer in his eyes.

"Yes," you chuckled and, when your fingers traced Cillian's hand inadvertendly, you noticed him swallowing hard, his gaze briefly flickering to yours before darting back to the project.

Cillian pressed the flower onto the cardboard, his fingers lingering just a moment too long as he turned to you. “This is harder than I thought,” he said, breaking the silence, his voice tinged with mock seriousness.

"Oh come on," you chided him playfully, elbowing his arm lightly. "This is child’s play.”

“Perhaps,” he chuckled, feigning offense. “But I am not very skilled when it comes to art and craft," he admitted with a self-deprecating grin.

"Well, you are, but maybe not when it comes to DYI, I guess," you responded, crossing your arms with a teasing smirk as, suddenly, your phone started to ring.

Seeing Jeremy's number flash across the screen, you picked up quickly, realising that it waas probably about work.

"Hey, what's up?" you asked, your voice light and cheerfull.

“Y/N, are you free to cover Mona's shift today? Three o'clock to nine? Then maybe a few drinks with me after? If you want to," he asked, while Cillian seemingly listened in.

“Uh, yeah, I can cover for Mona,” you replied, stealing a glance at Cillian. His expression shifted, a tightness around his mouth encouraging your heart to stutter.

“Great! I’ll see you then,” Jeremy confirmed, his tone cheery, but Cillian’s presence next to you grew palpable, a tension settling like dust in the air.

You hung up the phone and caught Cillian watching you, his brow slightly furrowed.

“Everything okay?” he asked, his tone cautious.

“Yeah, just covering a shift today,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders, trying to sound casual while Cillian's gaze weighed heavy on you.

"This Jeremy guy seems to like you, giving you that much work and responsibility already," Cillian's voice held an edge of scrutiny, his fingers absently grazing another torn paper flower.

“He is my boss and I think I am doing well, which might be why," you responded, forcing a lightness into your voice. Cillian raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism creeping into his expression.

“Right,” he said, his tone lacking conviction. “Just be careful. It's not really how guys work, you know," he cautioned you. "He might have alternate motives," Cillian then went on to say, causing you to raise an eyebrow at him.

"What do you mean by alternate motive?" you asked, tilting your head slightly, the corner of your lips pulling into an amused smile.

Cillian's gaze shifted briefly to Sadie, who had returned to her crafting, seemingly oblivious to the conversation between her father and you.

“Just saying, sometimes guys like this are a bit too friendly, thinking that they might have a shot, you know,” Cillian remarked, a hint of protectiveness coloring his words.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "The other day, I wasn't so sure, but now you do definatly sound jealous," you whispered so Sadie would not hear.

Cillian's eyebrows shot up, a chuckle escaping him. “If you say so," he said, his lips twitching into a grin before you decided to change the topic.

"Well, since I have to go to work in a few hours, and seeing how you are up now, I think I should be getting my exercise routine in for the day and go for a quick run," you said, looking up to meet Cillian's gaze.

"By all means, go for it. I've got this project covered, isn't that right Sadie?" he chuckled as he ruffled Sadie’s hair, making her giggle.

“Uh-huh!” Sadie nodded eagerly, focused on arranging more flowers on the cardboard as you stood up from your seat to get changed.

You disappeared into your room to put on short top and some running pants , before lacing up your running shoes, tightening them so that they would not give you any trouble on your run.

Then you went back downstairs, walking into the kitchen to have a drink, purposly brushing against Cillian as you passed him, feeling a spark of electricity at the brief contact.

He looked at you, staring almost, inhaling your scent as if trying to etch it into his memory. His expression flickered, a mixture of surprise and something deeper lurking beneath the surface as you give him a purposful smile.

"Have fun with the glitter glue," you teased as you stepped into the hallway, before disappearing through the front door.

The cold morning crisp air welcomed you as you stepped outside, filling your lungs with a refreshing burst of freshness that gave you a sudden surge of energy.

You started off slow, stretching out your muscles on the running path through the park that lead into the woods.

The leaves crunched underfoot as you picked up the pace, letting the peaceful, quiet atmosphere wash over you and ground you.

It was a perfect time to clear your head and refresh your thoughts.

But as you ran, a persistent voice in your head wouldn't leave you alone. The connections with Cillian that felt so intense and alluring were becoming more difficult to forget, especially when you found yourself spending more time in his presence.

***

When you arrived back home an hour later, sweaty and exhausted, you saw that Cillian and Sadie had finished  the origami project and they were now both admiring their work at the kitchen table. Sadie's smile was electric, making you happy for her.

"Did you both enjoy that?" you asked as you approached them, your eyes twinkling with amusement.

"It was so fun, even though daddy had no idea what to do really," Sadie chuckled , poking fun at her father.

Cillian feigned hurt, but the smile on his face told you that he didn't mind the joke one bit.

"Well, I am glad you both finished it," you observed, admiring the beautiful and intricate origami figures that they had made.

"Yep we did! And daddy spilled all the glitter, which was pretty funny," Sadie beamed, showing off her work proudly.

"I can see that. It's all over the floor and his face too," you chuckled before wiping  some glitter off Cillian's cheek. It was a small and innocent gesture, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you as your fingertips grazed his skin.

Cillian's gaze met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. Seeing you sweaty and glowing from your run, with your hair tied up in a messy bun, made something inside of him stir. It was a sensation he hadn't felt in a long time, and he quickly looked away, trying to shake off the feeling.

"I should stretch and then take a shower," you said, breaking the silence that had fallen between you both. Cillian's eyes followed you as you stepped back, hesitant to break the spell of intimacy lingering in the air.

You quickly made your exit, heading towards the living room and leaving Cillian and Sadie behind in the kitchen. But as you walked away, you could feel Cillian's eyes on you, following your every move. And that feeling sent a thrill down your spine, making your heartbeat faster. In the living room, you attempted to shake off the lingering warmth of Cillian's gaze.

As you stretched your muscles out on the living room floor, you couldn't help but replay the past week's events in your mind. You had developed feelings for Cillian, your stepfather, and it had started the moment he had moved into the house. It began as a flicker, a subtle admiration blossoming over time until you slept with him and ach stolen glance, each accidental touch since intensified your feelings, and now, you wrestled with the mounting guilt laced with exhilaration.

Undoubtedly, he had some feelings for you too and, unbeknownst to you, was watching you from afar, admiring you from a distance.

Seeing your sweaty hair tied in a messy bun, your body stretched out on the floor, performing various yoga poses as you loosened up before your run, all these sights invaded his thoughts, creating confusion and turmoil in his mind.

He wanted you , oh, he did so badly. He wanted to touch you, feel your skin underneath his hands, to hear your moans and see your eyes practically begging for more. 

But no, he couldn't. You were his stepdaughter, and he couldn't cross that line again. It was a mistake in the first place and the guilt he felt was intense. Not only was it guilt for cheating on his wife, but doing it with you. He prowled the kitchen like a caged animal, unable to get rid of the turmoil in his mind. Sadie was still fully engrossed in her artwork, unaware of the internal war raging between Cillian’s thoughts.

You were only twenty years old. He was forty-seven. The gap was huge and, even if it wasn't, it was wrong. He let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head as if trying to physically dislodge the thoughts. Desire. Lust. All of the things he shouldn't be feeling.

Though his thoughts were a torrent of desire right now, he was also aware that there was something more to it overall, which made it even worse. He was drawn to you, not just physically, but emotionally. He admired your strength, your perseverance, the way your mind works, and the warmth of your personality.

You had this ability to captivate people, making their heart skip a beat without even trying.

Stretching your arms over your head, you let out a satisfied sigh and, by that point, you knew that he was watching. The quiet creak of the floorboards behind you confirmed it as he entered the living room while Sadie had run off to her room.

The sound sent a thrill through you, and you paused, glancing over your shoulder.

Cillian stood just outside the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest, a contemplative expression etched across his face as he leaned against the doorframe, his gaze intense, yet filled with something softer beneath it all.

“Enjoying the view?” you asked lightly, a teasing lilt in your voice, but his silence lingered longer than expected as he shifted his weight, caught off guard by your playful tone.

“Hard to ignore,” he replied, finally breaking the tension but keeping his tone neutral.You turned fully to face him, your playful smile evolving into something more serious, as if you understood the weight behind his words.

The moment hung between you like a breath held too long, your heart racing as Cillian’s gaze locked onto yours.

“What are you thinking?” you finally broke the silence, curiosity threading through your tone Cillian hesitated, searching for the right words as if they were shadows flitting just out of reach.

“Just wondering how things changed so quickly,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You leaned back against the arm of the couch, arms still stretched, allowing the moment to linger. The air thickened with the unspoken, your heartbeat thrumming in tandem with his unsteady breaths.

“Changed how?” you tilted your head, keeping your voice steady even though your pulse raced at the intensity in his eyes.

“From being conent with my life, my marriage, to wanting more," he confessed, his gaze dropping for a brief moment before meeting yours again.

You swallowed hard , feeling the weight of his words settle in your chest. A mixture of exhilaration and trepidation coursed through you.

“Something more?” you echoed slowly, allowing the words to hang in the air, heavy with unspoken tension as, suddenly, your mother and Cliora barged through the front door, interrupting the charged moment that lingered between you and Cillian.

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GOD FUCKING DAMN IT, IT TURNED INTO A THING!!!!!

Haaa... Kafka x Dante Love Children AU + lore/story beats. Amateur art warning under the cut. Also long post warning. Like... REALLY long post.

Before you get into this, might I recommend my two Dmc x Kn8 Crossover Fics for context?

25 Minutes

Another Fucking Idea

{I am NOT coming up with the full devil trigger forms, ya'll got imagination, do it yourself. That shit is too damn detailed oriented for my hands to deal with.}

Francesca "Rimi" Rimini Hibino-Sparda. (Kafka insisted on the hyphenated name, but Dante insisted that takes the back seat in placement because Kafka was the one to give birth to them)

The older sister... Technically. By seven minutes.

Definitely takes after both of her fathers in humor. They like to joke that she stole all of her sister's energy in the womb.

Real big into music. Likes to study music theory and make beats in her spare time.

Wields two axes named Bass and Treble (Bass is pictured here.) Bass had the meat mallet end designed for breaking exoskeletons while Treble has a Kaiju uni-organ socket for elemental damage. She gave Nico a look at it and now can put demonic energy into the ax as well.

Currently works with the Defense Force style of Fighting, but has been considering trying out the Devil Arms system as a way to connect with Dante.

The jacket she's wearing was originally Kafka's from the time he was stuck in Dante's dimension. Dante worked with Nico to make something for Kafka so his Kaiju energy could convert into demonic so Kafka could wield the Beowulf Gauntlets and cut down on his time spent in Kaiju form.

Now the jacket makes limited hard-light copies of her weapons and can project them short ranges away from her. (I like to think they make the M-1 Garand ping noise when they do.)

Has an ABNORMALLY high healing factor. Like, faster than Kafka. (Think almost on par with Andy from Undead Unluck but not to the point she can make clones.)

Loves pizza as much as the rest of her family, but is a die-hard for Kentucky Fried Chicken. (Convinced Dante to drive her to Kentucky for a bucket on her birthday.)

Wears heels and can full sprint in them. Partially because she's one of those people that has incredibly tight tendons in her ankles so heels are actually better for her, but also because she's mildly irritated that her sister is taller than her by three inches, even though their both 7ft. (She's 7ft 1in specifically.)

Author's Note: Personally, her Devil Trigger form (the middle face) looks like one of those Chinese Lion Dogs to me but I don't hate it. I aimed to make her look more like a Kaiju to show how she's more on the Kaiju side genetically and to also separate her from her sister which you'll see in just a second. And since I know no one is going to be able to tell but in her Sin Devil Form (the top face) her mouth and eyes are just constantly on fire. Have been debating on what to call their Devil Trigger forms since they're not fully demons. Been leaning towards Kaiju Trigger but I don't really like the sound of Sin Kaiju trigger.

Malatesta "Mal" Paula Hibino-Sparda

The Younger Fraternal Twin sister who stands at a whopping 7ft 4in.

When she was a toddler, she walked right into a cabinet door so hard, it caused a permanent scar over her nose, which technically shouldn't be there because she also had an abnormal healing factor (albeit not as fast as her sister.). It was the first time Rimi and her father ever heard her cry, let alone scream in pain, so it took them a few minutes to react when it happened. It's thought that its still there because she's somehow subconsciously keeping it there.

Acts very cold and unenthusiastic, but don't let that fool you. She is just as full with love and care for her sister as her sister does for her. (although it may not look like it when they fight.)

When Kafka was stuck in Dante's dimension, he got to listen to all the shit that happened to him and his brother so when Kafka got back home and found out he had twins, he became dedicated to make sure that all that shit didn't happen to his kids. (God only knows the damage that would happen if one of them became traumatized.)

She's incredibly shy and socially awkward which doesn't help her outward personality, but once she opens up you'll quickly find out she's a MASSIVE Star Wars nerd.

Goes to all the conventions, has several OC cosplays, and makes a new one every year as a way to showcase her personal growth to herself.

She also pays out the nose for a new custom lightsaber for each of her OC cosplays. Again, this is Every. YEAR.

Built her own Lightsaber Display Wall. Which unintentionally gateway-drugged her into loving DIY projects.

While she doesn't use conventional Defense Force weaponry, she did eventually find out that she has the ability to use the Meraki Kaiju Explosion runes for some reason. No one had any idea how this is possible considering that's not something Kafka can do. It's theorized that her demon half has something to do with it.

Had to create her own system of Defense Force fighting style. Consists of:

Cleansing Ties: An augmented version of the Meraki bands that can produce healing energy. Baneful Bindings: Strings of Meraki bands that trap and restrains enemies and inflicts a Burn status. Sadistic Symphony: An Explosive 4-piece slash attack.

(There's others, but I can't really come up with anything else that sounds interesting.)

After Meeting Vergil, Something came up and it was decided that He should train her in using the Yamato, He had to COMPLETELY rewire her train of thought when it came to sword wielding because it conflicted with all her knowledge on lightsaber stances.

Something happened to the Yamato and caused the tip of it to break off. Vergil converted the broken tip into a small, pocket dimension opening dagger. It's called the Ya-Mini and Mal pretty much only uses it to store snacks. (I should say that the pocket dimensions aren't that big)

Author's Note: Okay, so I didn't really have any idea what her character was going to look like outside of the bolero jacket and the weird corset-tailcoat looking thing I gave her. Once I decided on giving her puff shoulders on the bolero, the princess vibes just kinda fell in. Her color scheme is black, white and yellow, but the second I knew that there was going to be yellow in the outfit, I knew that I wasn't going to be able to color it because I don't know how to color something without it turning piss yellow. If you've followed my page at all, I made an idea that Kafka should get wings and it should look like there's ghost faces in it to represent the souls of those that became the Parasite Kaiju. I absolutely reused that design here. All I knew when I was coming up with her Devil trigger faces that she needed to look more human because I've noticed that in later evolutions of Dante's devil trigger designs (Not including the dmc5 Sin Devil form) he starts retaining a more human face, I'm guessing to represent how he's accepting of his human lineage. Her horns are inspired by Albedo, so I think that helped keep up with the princess theme that I have no idea where it comes from. (I mean that in the sense that I have no In-game/lore reason as to why she looks like this... outside of personal aesthetic I guess?) Do not ask where the snake fangs come from, I think I literally gave up on design cohesion toward the end of the sketch. I should also mention that her hair is on fire.

☆*:..｡. .｡.:*☆ Alright, onto the Story. (Abbreviated)

Okay, so if you've read the tags at the end of Another Fucking Idea, I should say that some of that had been retconned a little

Dante does end up in Kafka world and does meet his first daughter, but the rest of the dmc group doesn't end up in Kafka's world as well.

What happens is that another, different colored portal opens up and sends Dante back to his world but traps him in hell. This happens right as Kafka and Mal just step down in Japan.

Rimi saw what happened and tells her father to which he goes "Fuuuuck, another one?"

Kafka then asked for the Defense Force to look out for another portal activity (they know what to look for because they had a hand in fixing the portal problem the first time). Once they do find one, Kafka tries to give his kids a run down of what their about to find on the other side.

He keeps the details of how he knows Dante vague and instead hammers home who to find and where as well as how they had to fix the portal problem the first time.

Once a portal was found, all three of them head over to it. Something happens and only the twins make it through, leaving Kafka on the other side.

Now trapped in a clearly demon infested America, Rimi and Mal decide to hunt down the Devil may cry building. (This is in the rain btw)

They find the building but only find Lady and Trish inside. The twins give them a rundown of what's going on at their end and ask where Dante is.

Trish and Lady tell them that Dante hasn't been seen in three months and they have no idea where he went. They talk for a bit and decide that they should hunt down Vergil because if anyone could get a hold of Dante, it's the man with a portal opening sword.

But before they can get a hold of Vergil, they have to get a hold of Nero because no one knows where the hell Vergil went recently.

So the four of them head out and of course in true Hero's journey fashion they have to fight off a few demons along the way. At first Trish and Lady thought the twins were normal for the most part (excluding the 7ft tall bit) but they very quickly find out about the "I can heal faster than I'm injured" and the "I don't care how big the room is, I cast fireball" parts of the twins. (There was also a discussion about how similar they look to Dante but the twins shut that down by saying that they already know who their dad is {which is Kafka} but they never knew their mom and would like to keep it that way)

They get to Nero and Nico and they ask them where Vergil is and Nero is like "How the fuck should I know? I haven't seen him since that one time a few months after the Qliphoth fell."

So discussions are had, Nero brings up a problem they're dealing with and say that they'll help if everyone chips in and fixes that problem before they tackle the other stuff. (Nero also brings up the "How are the two of you NOT related to Dante" issue but brings up how Rimi's hands on her wings look like his)

Everyone helps wrap up Nero's problem and it consequently reveals where Vergil's been cooped up this whole time. They head on over and ask what's going on with his neck of the woods and he reveals that, for some fucking reason, The Yamato can't open a portal to hell anymore. He's reasonably pissed about this. (oh, at some point between this bullet point and the next it's revealed to the girls that Kafka is in fact their mom biologically and Dante is their dad)

Everyone talks about what's been going on with them and its one of those "Everything is Connected" moments.

They come up with a plan and its that they should teach one of the twins to wield the Yamato because the barrier between earth and hell is being reinforced with dimensional energy from Kafka's dimension and they think that if someone came at it with both types of energies that it should -hopefully- break open just enough to let everyone in.

It ends up taking a lot more than just the Yamato to break it open (This is where the Yamato breaks and Vergil holds on to the broken pieces for later.) They make it into Hell and suddenly Nero, Mal, and Vergil are hit with the WORST pressure migraine they think they could ever feel. (Rimi is immune due to the healing factor.)

They poke around and eventually find Dante who is dealing with a similar migraine and quickly recount what's been going on with them. (After an emotional moment where Dante realizes that not only his kids from another world came to save him but his brother of all people came willingly to help.) {Keep in mind only Dante here knows it's his kids and he's not saying anything}

They all pool their brains together and figure out what's the problem: (So I don't really have an clear picture of what the "Villain" is here but I do know its an original character. The best idea for a plot so far is this->) The guy that made the portal problem the last time in an attempt to resurrect his ?wife? by utilizing transdimentional time warp wasn't as dead as they thought he was and is now trying to destroy all three universes by reinforcing the barrier around hell and stuffing Hell with so much extra-dimensional energy from Kafka's world that once the barrier finally breaks, it will break with enough force that it will wipe out all three universes in one go because they guy got really pissed that he failed the first time.

So obviously that gets fixed, but that's only half of the problem. Dante and Vergil figure that the only way for people to stop fucking around with the dimensional barriers is for them to recreate the ritual that Sparda did with their blood and have the new twin's blood act as a sealant between Kafka's world and their world, which does mean that the twins will never be able to come back to Dante's world.

Now, if it was up to me and I had the power to make this into a video game, this would have two endings. One where you play normally and one where you 100% the game. The first ending is where they make the portal and there is a tearful goodbye where neither Dante or the twins mention that they're related. The portal closes and as Dante turns to leave, Vergil says "Did you know?" and Dante responds with "I don't want to talk about it." aaaaaand credits roll.

The SECOND ending is after 100% the game and you hit the end, the Portal opens back up and the girls jump back through, tackle their dad, and excitedly explain that, just before they did the ritual, Japan figured out a way to let the three of them hop back and forth across their dimensions so Dante can keep his visitation rights. Dante says "The THREE of you?" to which you start to see Kafka's monster frame lumber through the portal. He stands straight, looks Dante dead in the eye (as best he could with the height difference) and says in a tired voice ". . . Hey babe."

And NOW credits roll :D.

The only reason this is achievable after 100% the game is because the in-lore reason is that means you spent THAT long, in in-game hours, that it gave Japan enough time to figure out a way to leave enough space in the fabric of reality that it lets them make a two way portal just for Kafka and his kids to visit Dante. Will this irrevocably change the course of the future for both realities for better or worse? Most definitely. Do I care? Absolutely not. That and we're talking about Half Demon/ Half Kaiju Mutant Children here that wish to visit their dad in a different reality, We've lost the plot when we started.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Man vs Machine

Official inquire #37914 Subject: Destruction of military outpost Theta Prime Present: Military Commander Cinth Nevar Imperial Investigator Prim Tud Private Dil Lunk *Recording begins*

Prim: All requested parties are here, so we shall begin with the inquiry.

Cinth: I want this on record that this entire proceeding is pointless.

Prim: The Emperor and senate disagree.

Dil: Excuse me sirs, but why am I here?

Prim: You are the only surviving soldier who was on duty patrolling the perimeter of the base.

Prim: Your report for the night is critical to my investigation.

Dil: I’m not sure how much help I can be; we only patrolled the interior of the base.

*Sound of typing stopping*

Prim: What do you mean by that?

Dil: Well the security system monitored the outside of the base and us live soldiers patrolled the inside.

Prim: That seems like a critical hole in security.

Cinth: Not at all.

Cinth: The system was designed to spot any hostile life forms and either neutralizes them or, in the case of wildlife, drive them away from the base.

Prim: And has this system been used in other bases before your command?

Cinth: It has not.

Prim: Why not?

Cinth: The technology is still in the prototype phase and was implemented on my base as the first field test.

Cinth: I went over the reports myself daily and deemed it effective enough to redeploy my soldiers to inside the base.

Prim: You went over all the reports?

Cinth: I just said that I did.

Prim: And there were no discrepancies at all?

Cinth: None.

Prim: Interesting.

Prim: We recently obtained the bases black box from the wreckage of the base.

Dil: That’s impressive given the explosion that wiped out the base.

Prim: They are built to withstand much worse.

Prim: When we went through the logs we found several entries in the monitoring system we were hoping you could explain to us.

*Sounds of a holographic projector being powered on*

Prim: This is two nights before the explosion at the base from monitor-

Cinth: 39-75N; I can tell from the forest in the background.

Prim: Correct.

Prim: The video is time stamped at roughly midnight for the planet; please watch closely and observe.

*Holographic projections speeds up through time showcasing the area as Cinth and Dil watch until the sun rises.*

Cinth: I see nothing out of the ordinary.

Prim: You don’t?

Prim: What about here?

*Holographic projection rewinds too shortly after midnight and the trio see a shadowy figure slowly walk across the screen.*

Prim: Can you explain that?

Cinth: That is a Wrath Hog, a native animal species in the area.

Dil: We saw a couple dozen of them at a time when the base was being built, then they just stopped coming by when the foot traffic increased.

Prim: *Rubs bridge of long nose*

Prim: That is not a “Wrath Hog”, that is a human soldier hunched over wearing the pelt of one.

Cinth: Impossible!

Cinth: The monitor would have detected that and alerted the base!

Prim: Computer, enhance image in grid 34x67 and increase light levels.

*Computer enhances image and increases brightness to reveal better image*

Dil: By the gods it really is a human.

Prim: Are you sure?

Dil: *Points at back legs* Those are human military boots. A friend of mine once took a pair as a trophy.

Prim: Why then did the machines not alert the base?

Prim: How was a lowly private able to identify an enemy combatant while a state of the art computer system could not?

Cinth: I do not know.

Prim: It couldn’t possibly be that they were programmed only to register the standard appearance of a human; would it?

Cinth: I am not a tech smith.

Prim: But you said that you went over there reports every day?

Cinth: I do not need you to remind me of what I said, bureaucrat.

Prim: *Turns to Dil* You said you had seen these boots before?

Dil: Yes sir.

Prim: And had you been patrolling the exterior of the base do you think you would have seen their footprints?

Dil: They are very distinctive sir, so yes.

Prim: Hmmm.

*More typing*

Prim: This was taken at the same time the following night.

*Darkness outside the base but the three can see a large shadowy figure moving again*

Cinth: That’s no native animal.

Prim: No.

Prim: That is a human holding a pair of leafy branches in their arms and slowly walking across the field.

Cinth: What!?

*Computer enhances image to reveal a human in brown and green war paint holding two large branches and a strange satchel strapped to their back*

Cinth: There must have been a failure in the system!

Cinth: That human is standing upright like any other human.

Prim: But because of the branches the system mistook them for plant life and left them alone.

Cinth: This is all-

Prim: And this was taken the night of the explosion itself, same time of day as the previous videos.

*Video shows a square box slowly inching its way across the open field and making it to the perimeter wall*

Cinth: *groans*

Dil: That looks like a packing container we get supplies in.

Prim: Which is why the system mislabeled it “lost cargo”, sent a report to the quarter master, and ignored it for the rest of the night.

Cinth: *Says nothing*

Dil: I don’t understand why they would sneak into the base like this.

Prim: From our spies in the human league we learned that this tactic was used to further bypass the system.

Prim: The humans operated under the assumption that each encounter would be recorded and used for future reference, and that any discrepancies from the original encounter would trigger an alert.

Prim: By bypassing the system in so many different methods they ensured each subterfuge was logged as the original encounter and would have nothing to reference.

Prim: As to why they did this repeatedly they carried a large amount of explosives across each night and placed them throughout the base.

Cinth: This shows that the prototype system is a complete failure.

Prim: A failure that will cost you millions of credits.

Cinth: I do not follot.

Prim: We know you lobbied for that system to be installed and that you are a controlling shareholder of the technomats who create it.

Cinth: That is just-

Prim: As for you private Dil we have determined that as the sole remaining patroller of the base you will be held accountable for failing to defend it properly.

Dil: But I didn’t know!

Cinth: This will never hold up in the courts!

Prim: Quite right, which is why I was chosen to handle this matter.

*Sound of gun being cocked and fired twice*

*Two loud thuds hit the floor*

Prim: This completes inquire #37914.

Prim: Recommendation is that all perimeter algorithms and software currently being used for security purposes be retrofitted with new configurations or deactivated and replaced for living soldiers.

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[moth-nana]

Drawings of you

Ran Haitani x fem!reader

Summary: you have an art assignment/project and end up drawing Ran and Rindou. Ran takes a liking of you and so do you.

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Words: 1.7k

You had been assigned a new art project by your lovely art teacher. That assignment was to draw people living in the streets of Tokyo. Your teacher had kept a whole speech of how you should also draw some landscapes while you were at it.

You had chosen roppongi. It was in your list of places that you want to visit. You hadn't been out in the open by yourself or with your friends in a long time.

You had been so into your art studies that you had forgotten to have fun and go out. And now walking through Roppongi you felt at peace. All your school stress was wearing off. 

Saturdays were normally spent in your room doing school work, mostly art work but you still had to take other subjects so sometimes you had to spare some time for math. But not today. Today you would have fun with your assignment like it wouldn't be an assignment. Just your own little project to dive deeper into not only your everyday life but others as well. 

You seated yourself on a bench that gave you a clear view of the street and some shops at the same time.

You started by taking your sketchbook out from your bag and some of your pens and eraser.

First thing you drew was one of the shops that was closest to you and some messy passerbys. 

Your drawings were messy and hurried to capture postures and styles of people hurrying down the street. 

Friend groups were really fun to draw and they were mostly slower with their walking.

Some people noticed you drawing them or others but never approached to ask or to look at drawings of themselves.

When you noticed two boys around your age walking down the street. They stopped at a street corner. One of them was tall, taller than his brother or friend. He had braids that were both dark brown and blonde. The aura around them was strong and intimidating even meters away from them. Both of them looked interesting and attractive. They looked like they were art. Art that had taken human form and now you would have the honor to capture it. 

You started drawing them both with little more detail than any others you had drawn in the few hours sitting down at the bench. You didn't want to make that drawing messy by any means.

You finished the drawing of them together. You glanced at them to look if they were still there and the shorter boy had left in between your last glance and this one.

You though that it was whatever and now you could draw the taller boy. You hoped you would have enough time to draw him to make details. He was leaning on a wall looking really good and unbothered. His braids were interesting and gave him a unique look.

While you were drawing him you realized that the clothing could most likely be a gang uniform. You had a cold shiver run through your back but it didn't stop you from drawing him. That piece of information didn't make him less attractive. And when you looked up again he was looking at you with a tilted head and smirk. And then he looked beside you. 

You had been so into drawing that you hadn't noticed that someone was standing behind you. You turned slightly around and to your surprise the shorter boy was standing behind you not too close but close enough to see your sketchbook.

"Looks good." He complimented your drawings. His glasses had dropped a little more down on his nose while he had been looking at you drawing.

"Ran, come here! She drew us!" He yelled at his brother. You weren't hundred percent sure if they were brothers or friends.

Ran as the one behind you had called him, swung off the wall and walked slowly towards you. He flashed you a smirk while he was crossing the street. 

You were so confused and not really registering what the fuck was going on. Those two had not only noticed you but they had come to look at what you were drawing. 

Ran wasn't like his brother, he didn't settle for just looking at your drawings behind or next to you. He stopped next to you and took your sketchbook from your lap with quick motion. You yelped from surprise. 

"Dude, what the fuck!" You yelled at him. You stuffed your pens and eraser into your pockets before jumping up. And trying to take your sketchbook back.

"You drew me twice, how nice" he hummed while studying it and dodging your attempts to take the book from his hands.

He flipped the pages and looked at all of your drawings. Everything from the beginning to end. "These are good." He complimented your drawings. And gave you the sketchbook back. 

"Thank you but you just can't take my sketchbook like that. It's not nice." You poked at his chest while looking at him in his eyes.

"Wanted to see what you were drawing." He said with a cocky tone and eyed his brother most likely communicating with his look.

"That's still rude. You should have asked." Ran was not affected by your complaining.

"What's your name?" He asked and you looked at him with a look that said 'are you sirius right now' but he kept looking at you with that stupid but good looking smirk.

"(Surname) (Name), and you?" You tried to be polite.

"Haitani Ran," he said and turned to his brother. "Rindou." His brother introduced himself. He looked a little bothered to be still there.

"I have to ask why you were drawing us?" He looked a little bit more serious than before. He made you a little nervous with his look.

"It's for my art course assignment." He hummed and his face regained the same look as before. 

"Can I have that drawing of us?" He asked more politely and you refused.

"It's for my course work. It's not ready yet. If you want it badly you can have it after it's graded by my teacher." Your answer satisfied him enough.

"In that case, will you give me your number?" He asked and you agreed. You looked at his brother who was side eyeing his brother. "Kakucho has come, I will go and greet him." Rindou mumbled before walking back where he had been with Ran a few minutes ago.

"Wait a second." You told him and took a page that was completely clean and took a pen from your pocket to write the number down.

"+81 xxxxx xxxxx

-(name)"

You ripped the corner where you wrote your number for Ran. You gave it to him and he thanked you before leaving.

"See you around!'

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For the next few weeks Ran had messaged you on many different occasions. You two had hung out a few times but never for long periods of time. He told you about his life and you listened and in exchange you told him about yours.

He had become somewhat a distraction to you and your work but at the same time he became an inspiration for your art. 

You had drawn him on many different occasions. You had drawn him into your History pop quiz paper and had your teacher scold you for it. Some of your friends seemed to notice the new boy in your drawings.

Someone you hadn't talked to before had seen one of those drawings of Ran and had commented something along the lines of you being obsessed with dangerous people.

The day you gave your assignment in the form of a portfolio back to your art teacher was the day you asked Ran to meet you after school. You had made some better versions of some of your drawings. You had made one watercolor painting of him and Rindou and then a colored version of the street view of Roppongi. So you could say that you altered the rules of the project.

You gave him your school's address and time after the art classes to give him the finished piece of him and Rindou.

When you got off the school doors you saw Ran leaning on the open gates waiting for you to arrive. He was not smirking but smiling. He greeted you when you stopped before him.

"How did your day go?" He asked and you were happy to answer.

"I got the best marks from that art project. She complimented how you and Rindou had some attitude and she was very pleased." You wanted to somehow impress Ran but you didn't lie. She tried to get your permission to put it up on the classroom wall or to buy it but you had told her that it was a gift for a friend. She also wanted to show it to the class but you refused because you had learned that Ran and Rindou were known to many but not out of good deeds.

"That sounds really nice. We really did good for your art." He commented and you agreed.

You opened your backpack and took out a binder where you store almost all the art you do for school or at school from the assignments to drawings in your school work.

You took the first one out of the binder and gave it to him. It was a watercolor version of that sketch that you did. A finished piece of art you did of him and his brother. He looked pleased with it but still something bothered him.

"Do you have that individual drawing of me? I would really like to have it." He asked you and you giggled. "I want to keep it to have a memory of you." You told him and he looked surprised by your words.

"You want a memory of me?" He asked. His face melted into a soft look with a tiny smile before his face quickly took his normal expression.

"Yup, I really like having you around." You confessed to him. He looked slightly taken back.

"Come, let's go." Ran was ready to leave but you were surprised to be invited to leave with him.

"Okay!" You agreed without thinking of it more. He started walking off slowly.

You put your art binder back to your backpack and ran to him.

You smiled sweetly next to him while you two walked and talked about your lives. 

In the end you two ended up going to a cafe and spending the rest of the day hanging out with each other even though his flip phone was blowing up.

He made time for you and you appreciate it. 

You were sure that you wanted to be with Ran more. You knew that you fancy him.

[heartofspells]

him - Chapter 5

When everything returns to silence at the back of the building, Remus casts one more glance towards the dog nearby before considering that Buckbeak has the right idea. Probably best to stay out of it. He lifts his book again, eyes skimming to find his abandoned place, but he's interrupted once more by the sound of clapping footsteps coming down the corridor. He knows immediately that it isn't Sirius, the other man impossibly quiet when he walks unless he wants to be heard, and even when he does, he doesn't sound so effortlessly annoying. Those clomping steps could only belong to one person, a Clydesdale of a brutish man. The rattle of a cup cements it before James rounds the corner.

His lower lip is bleeding, along with his nose, a little. There is a thin trickle spilling out of one nostril, streaming down his mouth to join what is gathering on his chin. Remus stares at him without saying anything. James, surprisingly, appears unaffected as he shoves a container under Remus' face on the desk and drops like a falling tree into the vacant chair next to him. He gazes back at Remus with raised eyebrows, glasses pushed up to the top of his head, and Remus can only blink.

"You've got…" Remus trails off, tapping his own chin before giving up and motioning to the entire lower half of his face.

James snorts and rolls his eyes, pulling his shirt sleeve over his fist. He uses it to wipe the blood off his chin and from his upper lip before pressing a clean area to his split lip and pinching the bridge of his nose, tipping his head back. Remus can't stop the way his expression twists with disdain, James' actions so very privileged to him, showing such clear disregard for his physical possessions, though Remus supposes that makes sense when you've got enough money to buy a million new shirts without feeling the dent in your bank account.

"You should eat," encourages James a little gruffly as he gives a sharp sniff. Remus grimaces, thinking it must be painful. "I got it to butter Sirius up. Obviously, it worked very well," he claims in a disparaging tone, rolling his eyes again, though the mockery of it is lost with his current position. Turning away slightly, Remus flips the container open, finding something he'll at least partially enjoy. "Sirius said he knows you don't like the place very much, but he's figured out that's your favorite option when we eat there."

Did he? He's been paying attention.

"Thanks," mumbles Remus, James not responding.

Remus carefully cuts the roll in half, placing one part of it safely to the side. He picks up the other half to take a bite, but his eyes drift back towards James, watching the other man's free fingers swivel around the lip of his cup wedged between his spread legs. He looks away quickly when James' gaze suddenly drops down to him, his mouth twisting a little.

"Stop staring," he grunts, making Remus twitch at being caught. "This is nothing. He's got a temper, haven't you noticed lately? It's not a new thing. We've been on this ride more than once. I've been spinning on this thing for most of my life. We come to blows; we move past it." James swings one finger in the air. "And the ride keeps spinning. He likes to swing his fists at me when he thinks I've gone too far. I never do, but he's got his own ideas. Whatever. He needs the push sometimes."

Remus looks down at his meal before glancing around the room for a moment, finally looking at James again. "Where is your food?"

"It's currently the centerpiece of a darling art project on the wall in the back," remarks James cuttingly as he lifts his head and pulls his hands away from his face. The bleeding has seemingly stopped, but his mouth is swelling and beginning to bruise. "Want to see it? You'd best hurry. Sirius will be letting the dogs lick it away soon enough. Reckon he decided I didn't need to eat today, and what Sirius decides…"

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[bunnidarling]

Gorgeous art of my beautiful slutty son by @theartloca who was an absolute joy to work with and I'm already planning my next project with her!

Excerpt from "The Bath":

Averyll didn’t feel the need to hide away in the forest any longer, starting to feel more at ease with his steadily growing party. Still, he would excuse himself each evening to “Perform his nightly ablutions.” He liked that word: ablutions. It sounded fancy. Like they were staying in a fine countryside manor and not camping near an abandoned village overrun with goblins. He generally used this time to bathe and enjoy a bit of solitude away from the eyes and ears of camp. 

Their fights that afternoon had been particularly brutal, and while all wounds were mostly healed, blood and gore still clung to his skin and hair.  He followed a well-worn path from camp to the river’s edge, setting his towel and fresh clothes next to his backpack on the shore, boots and gloves soon to follow. He let his battle-soiled jerkin and pants fall in a heap before wading waist-deep into the cold, rushing river. He cursed under his breath as he ducked down, staying under as long as he could while he scrubbed his fingertips through his scalp. 

A few moments later he popped up with a gasp, shaking his hair back from his face, eyes sharp for his effects on the riverbank. He wasn’t prepared to see Astarion casually reclining on that rock.

“Gods, Astarion!” he cried, breathless with the shock of surprise. 

Astarion crossed one leg over the other, clasping his hands together on his knee as he looked on, not the least bit fazed. His typical smirk turned into a grin and he chuckled, “You know I thought we’d be a little closer when you started making those kinds of exclamations.” 

Averyll felt heat spread out over his cheeks and chest, traveling further south still, his momentary embarrassment quickly transmuted into pure arousal. Gods damn you, Astarion. Two could play this game. He took the opportunity for all it was worth, standing to his full height allowing the tops of his hips to crest the water. He raised both arms up, shaking his head back as both hands raked through his auburn hair, soaked to a dark russet. He knew he made an attractive picture with rivulets of water sluicing down the smooth planes of his lithe but well toned body. 

Righting his head, eyes slowly slid open to light on his observer, lids at a sultry half mass. His voice took on a smoky tone as he spoke lowly, hands coming down to rest at his sides beneath the water, testing the surface tension. “Do you think of that often, Astarion?” 

The elf raised a silvery brow and pursed his lips and he cast his gaze heavenward as if carefully considering his next words. As if he didn’t already know his script before he walked onto this stage tonight. “Would you like that?” He responded, his own voice dropping into a low, velvety timbre that Averyll could feel pulse in his prick. 

I would love that.

“I might.” He offered noncommittally trying in earnest to mask his desire as he sunk back down into the water letting it slowly swallow him up to his neck, his companion robbed of their view. 

As if taking a cue, Astarion rose, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. He looked down his nose, making sure their gaze locked for a full two heartbeats. 

“Mmmm… Good to know.” He rumbled, strolling off into the forest without so much as a backward glance. 

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[teawithjin]

LØSER x LOVΣR

wattpad fanfic by me, remember you are sang-jae

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - The Invite

School seemed to drag slowly as it finally made the golden colors of October. The cold breeze nipped my nose as I sat on the bench reading a book. 

I mostly hung out with Jungkook and Namjoon the most. I had classes with all the Bangtan members, but those two were my friends. Yoongi usually slept in homeroom, when we do talk, he is just sarcastic little shit.

Jungkook and I have art class, which we worked on multiple projects together. He usually spoke a lot, I just listened. Namjoon, Hoseok, and I all had lunch together. Seokjin and I had literature, Namjoon again with math, and then Jimin who was flirty in biology.

I got up and started walking inside to head to Biology, people whispering about how I was just trying to get attention. The whispers seemed really loud, they filled my head. I ignored them the best I could as I walked in biology.

I sat beside in my normal spot, in the back of the room behind Jimin. He turned around and smiled at me "Hey Sang! My birthday is coming up and I know we barley talk but I think-"

I tuned him out and just mhmed him. Which seemed to satisfy him. He smiled and just "see you then" and turned back around.

I had no idea what I got myself into.

I finished biology and went into my dorm, Nayeon looking up at me, "Tired?"

"Mmph." I grunted.

"Sang did you hear about Jimin's birthday party? It's on October 13th after school." Nayeon's friend, Sana chimed in.

I looked up, "Yeah. I just didn't know the day."

"Well now you do." Sana chuckled.

"Wait is that tomorrow?" I looked at the calendar.

"Yeah, It's tomorrow." Nayeon nods. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The night went to fast for my liking. Same thing on Jimin's birthday, but it went too slow for my liking. 

It was finally lunch as I sat at my normal table, but today all the Bangtan boys sat at my table. I was confused, "Wait why are all of you here?"

"We switched it just for today so we all could hang out at lunch!" Hoseok smiled, which was hard to argue with.

"Okay. . ." I trailed off starting to eat while they started chatting.

I was still trying to figure out why they all wanted me to go with them, being as I barley talk to them. Maybe it was sympathy. . . or maybe Jungkook and Namjoon convinced Jimin. . . Y'know what no, Jimin seems the type to invite pretty people to his parties. 

I blushed at the thought, do they think I'm pretty? I thought to myself as I looked up at them, seeing Hoseok looking away, over to Seokjin speaking up, "Maybe one of us should take Sang to Jimin's party since she might not know where to go."

"Anyone but Namjoon." Seokjin snorted, "I'm driving Namjoon so one of you guys are going to have to take the pretty face over there." he motioned to me.

I rolled my eyes, "I don't just go into cars with people, and I never said I was going."

Jimin's smile vanished, "Hey no you are coming. You can't say no I already told them you were coming!"

"Who?" I looked confused.

"My family duh. And some of my friends from my old school."

"Wait no one else from here?" I blinked.

"What no! I barley talk to anyone outside my friends here. And I don't need the whole school to know where I live." Jimin crossed his arms and pouted.

I looked at my food and sighed, "Fine I'll go."

"Yay!" Jimin clapped.

There was a comfortable silence, when lunch was over, I was going to head to math and walk with Namjoon like usual when Hoseok went up to me. "Hey, I can take you to the party if you want."

"Why are you volunteering? I hummed.

"Well, we only have lunch together and sometimes you aren't at lunch . . . So, I wanted to talk to you a little more. Plus, I can drive really well." Hoseok smiled again.

I sighed, "Okay fair point. I'll see you at 3?"

Hoseok nods before walking off, and I went with Namjoon to math.

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[zipzapzopzoop]

There's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow

Chapter 36: One Brother Short

A soft knock sounded on the door before it clicked open. Bud stepped in, a plate of apple slices and honey in hand.

“Franny? I brought your favorite. How are you feeling?” He paused upon hearing the gentle sound of laughter.

Across the room Franny stood silently, her back towards the old man. In front of her sat the Memory Scanner, softly playing a memory from only a few weeks prior…

It had been a long day, and she was feeling pretty drained. A good song had come on the radio, and Cornelius began to dance playfully. He was being goofy and singing off key, and Franny couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. Upon seeing her smile, he wore a big grin. 

“There’s my beautiful wife,” he teased and gently took her hands. They began to dance around the kitchen, laughing and swinging and playing and forgetting about everything else in the world. Nothing else mattered.

The scanner’s screen faded out as the memory came to an end, and a tear slipped down Franny’s face. Then another. And another. Her shoulders hitched and she began to sob quietly to herself.

“Oh dear,” Bud sat the plate aside and set a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

“I’m so worried about him,” Franny sobbed. “And now my brother’s gone, and I don’t know what to do-” 

“Woah, easy, easy… Sometimes my brother’s worries get the better of him. And when that happens, he takes a deep breath and tells himself ‘One thing at a time.’”

Franny sniffled and wiped away a tear. “I… don’t understand.”

Bud handed her a box of tissues. “In other words, if you take on all your thoughts at once, you’ll end up overwhelmed. Focus on right now. You’ve got your son safe. We’ve already gathered a great deal of the family. And we at least know what to look for. I mean, where are they going to hide a dinosaur? Underground?” He chuckled.

“Now, I may be an old man, and my brain’s long since become scrambled, but I’ve never lost my good judgment of character. Gaston, I’ve seen that man take on more explosions than a fireworks show on a minefield. He’s as tough as nails. And Cornelius… from the moment I first met him at that science fair, I knew he had a spark in him. He was smart as they come and clever as a whip! They don’t call him ‘The Father of the Future’ for nothing… He can handle himself. They both can. I know it.”

Franny cleaned away her tears and blew her nose, feeling a bit better. She mulled over the words and thought for a moment. She took on another look of concern suddenly. 

“What about Lucille? Will she be okay?”

Bud’s face fell a bit, but he seemed to pick back up. “Oh, she’s the strongest person in the entire world. She’ll pull through…”

Franny didn’t miss the worry behind his smile.

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“How could this happen?!”

Carl flinched away when the chair was thrown against the wall, smashing it to bits.

The spaceman ran a gloved hand through his hair, huffing with anger. He growled and threw another piece of furniture across the room. Carl always knew Art as one of the kindest and patient people he’s ever met. He’s never seen him so angry.

Buster whined and ducked out of the room with his tail between his legs. Lefty meanwhile continued dusting, seemingly unbothered. Even after Art picked up and threw a stool he was dusting, the octopus just blinked and moved to dust the next item.

“I need to go for a walk. Please excuse me,” Art growled, storming out and slamming the door shut behind him.

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Wilbur sat silently in the hall, just out of sight.

His hands trembled as he listened to his uncle tear that room apart. He hiccuped slightly, trying to keep himself from crying.`

‘No! Wilbur Robinson doesn’t cry!’ he scolded himself internally.

He knew he was already crying. There was no point.

He’d really gone and done it this time.

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[alwaysjustmina]

Whispers of Rain

Chapter 3 -Will You Cleanse Me With Pleasure?

Thank you to the amazing @kamonart for the art for this story!

Thank you @papaslittlesunshine and @midnight-moth for betaing for me.

PLEASE NOTE THERE IS A RAPE SCENE IN THIS CHAPTER

The legend of the Selkie plagued Dew’s mind, the thought of the Selkie only being able to come ashore as a human, but it would have to shed its skin to do so. And couldn’t return to the sea without his skin to start their siren song again. Was Dew’s abduction Rain’s loss of his skin? Could he return to the sea again? Could he find comfort again? Or would he forever be plagued with the loss of Dew, taking his other form with him? Their connection was so strong they were half a ghoul without the other.

Dew found himself on a beach, watching the ocean, seeing Rain in the distance, dancing in the waves. He wished he could join him but kept his distance, he would only slow Rain down. So he watched the perfect grace he possessed as he jumped through the water, gliding silently through the crystal blue to find small shells or to play with the sea creatures he found.

He was a sight to see in his element, truly breathtaking. Dew remembered that first time he saw the water bead on his skin. Was that really only less than a year ago? The kiss they shared in the water, magical. As his mind drifted to those times, it was as if Rain knew he was thinking about him and turned to look back at Dew. A coy smile played on his lips as he started walking towards his mate on the sand.

Soon he was close enough he could plop on the towel next to him, drenching Dew with the water on his body as he leaned in close to his side. “What are you thinking about, baby?” He asked as he melted into Dew.

Dew couldn’t answer, his breath taken away by the slow kisses Rain was placing on his bare chest as he snuggled. When he didn’t answer, Rain laid his head in Dew’s lap and looked up at him with his beautiful blue eyes, the corners of his mouth in a pout that Dew didn’t return his affection quicker.

“Otter?”

Dew looked down at Rain, brushing his black hair behind his pointed ears, the dampness keeping it in place, instead of springing back like it normally did. He ran his fingers along his cheekbones, over his brow, the lightest touch on his fluffy eyelashes as he fluttered them closed, his straight long nose, trailing further down to his lips.

A smile graced Rain’s lips to match the one on Dew’s. The finger on his lips traced the cupid's bow, featherlight, making Rain’s face scrunch in surprise at how ticklish it was. As Dew traced his lips, Rain quickly opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out to lick at the finger that slowly dragged along it.

He could hear the sharp inhalation under Dew’s breath, pleased that he surprised him. Dew continued running his now spit-soaked finger along the outline, the saliva glinting in the sun turning his crimson lips into a sparkling mirage.

“Stunning,” he whispered under his breath. The reverence in that one word melted Rain’s brain with affection for Dew.

“I love you, baby.”

Dew gazed down at him, with half lidded eyes, his fingers moving from his lips to rest on Rain’s hip, while the other ran through his damp hair. “I love you. Though, I feel like that doesn’t even describe the feelings I have for you. Love is maybe a tenth of the power I feel.”

“You consume me Rain, I want to crawl into you and never leave. The feelings I have for you are more infinite than the amount of stars in the sky, the damned souls in hell, these grains of sand that support us. I can’t even tell you the depth of my feelings, it seems inadequate, what did I do to-to…”

His words, cut off by Rain lifting his head off his lap to bring his spit-soaked lips to Dew’s in a devastatingly passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around Dew’s neck to bring him down on the blanket beside him.

They stared into each other's eyes as they memorized the lines of each of their faces, the curve of their bodies, the feel of how well they fit together, perfectly. They slotted their legs together, hands ran along each other's sides, occasionally dipping lower to run along a hip, higher to run fingers through each other's hair.

Rain nuzzled into Dew’s neck, slotting his head under his chin, still grasping onto one another, their hold never breaking, as if they couldn’t get close enough. Rain ran his nose along Dew’s pulse to the scent gland behind his ear, taking in his fire smell, drenched with water, moaning at the scent, his lips brushing over his pulse points, tongue darting out to taste. Like burnt marshmallows, sweet and smoky.

“Your arms feel like home, when they are wrapped around me,” He mused into Dew’s neck.

“You are my home, baby. Always.”

They both sighed, content in the other's arms. Not moving along to escalate the feelings, but they could both feel the desire building under their skin. The heat of Dew’s body, the cold damp of Rain’s, as fingers ran along the other it was like conducting electric currents everywhere they trailed.

They were alone on this beach, Dew couldn’t remember if it was too early in the morning, or too late in the evening. The sun’s golden hues casting the perfect light. The smell of old coconut sunblock, sun kissed warmed skin, scenting the air. The heat permeating both of their bodies to different extents, Rain would never be as warm as Dew, Dew never as cool as Rain.

Both comforted in the fact that they were truly alone, their glamor had dropped long ago. Their tails laid entwined. Dew’s with its spade tip, tinged in oranges, reds, and golds over the gray color of the length. It looked like it could ignite any minute in a fiery display.

Rain’s softly tapering, the flowy fins reminiscent of a blue paradise fish, the tendrils at the end, iridescent, catching the glint of the sun as it turned.

Most didn’t know that his tail ends would change depending on his emotion, Dew of course did. The blue sparkle was when he was at peace, happy. If a little red ran through it, he was feeling spicy, sexual, wanting. If it turns all red, you best watch out. Green was his usual color, content, but shy.

Dew had seen all of the colors in certain instances, and a mix of all in between. He usually kept his fluffy tail glamoured or tight around his body, most water ghouls learned early on that sharing their tail was giving enemies too much information about their feelings, it was wise to keep it hidden.

Rain fully trusted Dew, when they were together, there was no hesitation. Some of the pack had seen it too. Dew loved it, that Rain felt that comfortable with him, that there was no hiding.

He loved when Rain had it laid on the bed between them, the tendrils, silky and reactive to touch, would follow Dew’s fingers as they caressed him, straining to not break his touch. They came close to almost standing straight up, in search of Dew’s body, getting slightly purple on the ends when they couldn’t reach, in disappointment.

Dew loved teasing him, the petulant expression on Rain’s face as he looked at him, bottom lip threatening to slip out. Dew knew the moment before Rain would slip that lip out and would quickly wrap his own tail around Rain’s, holding it tight. Blue and red, entwined, the sparkling of Rain’s playing off the fire on Dew’s. Looking like a fire on a star filled night. Beautiful.

Now was no different, they had their tails wrapped around one another. They could both feel how hard the other was, but chose to ignore it for the time being, happy in their undisturbed closeness. Inhaling the other in, finding solace in the smell, the embrace.

They slowly drifted in and out of consciousness. As one would wake, they would run their hand along the others back in slow sweeping motions. Placing soft kisses wherever they could reach, whispering words of love.

As the sky started to darken, neither sure how long they stayed there in the other's embrace, they woke to gentle kisses, tongues slipping in the other's mouth. Dew moaning at the soft tip of Rain’s tongue as it ran along his, again much colder than his, soft, wet, demanding.

They could no longer hold back their passion for the other, swim shorts were quickly discarded, thrown into the sand wherever they landed. Their bodies found the rhythm they desired. Rain pulling himself on top of Dew, the wetness of their arousal on the other's body, between them, creating the perfect slip of skin to rub along the other.

Rain leaned over and pulled Dew’s paper white delicate skin into his mouth, sucking bruises all along his throat. Soon he couldn’t handle just rubbing their bodies along one another. Rain sank quickly onto Dew’s cock, bottoming out in one push. He sat up on top of Dew’s pelvis.

Dew looked up at him from his prone position, Rain above him, his skin bathed in moonlight from above, the stars a perfect backdrop against his body, they didn’t make him look better, Rain made them look better gracing the sky with his sharp and soft angles. He was a vision. His head thrown back as he gasped at the feel of Dew twitching inside of him.

He moved his hips in a circular motion, slow. His eyes half lidded, his lips ajar in pleasure. The waves crashing behind them covering their sounds of pleasure. Dew grabbed Rain’s hips, to anchor himself, to not float away in the feeling of his cock inside of him.

As they hit the perfect rhythm, their motions becoming fast and fervent, their bodies grinding hard against the other, Rain pulling himself up and almost off of Dew to slam back down, causing them to reach their orgasm hurriedly, rushing towards it and hurtling over the edge. Dew spilling inside of Rain, at the same time as Rain let go, his hot cum, pooling on Dew’s stomach.

They collapsed against each other, bodies sweaty. Sated. Love. This was all they needed.

Until it all disappeared in a blink of an eye again.

Ifrit must have hit him in the head or knocked him out. As he came to Ifrit was above him, Dew on the bed below. He had his hand around Dew’s neck, not squeezing, just applying pressure. Ifrit’s body was laid heavy upon his, it is all Dew could feel at first. The pressure, then the movement as he ground himself into him.

He had both of Dew’s wrists captured in his other hand, taut above his head. His tongue laved over Dew’s neck, he whispered into his ear as he got closer, “That’s right Droplet, I know you want it, I can feel you hard below me.”

Dew was hard, he couldn’t deny the feeling. But it couldn’t be because of Ifrit, it couldn’t.

Ifrit slowly let go of Dew’s neck, new bruises already forming from his fingertips, as he reached between them, grabbing Dew’s cock, in a hard grip. The moan that flew from his mouth disgusted him. Why was he reacting like this?

Ifrit quickly flipped Dew over, pushing his face into the pillow, the knock to the head still making Dew fuzzy and slow to respond. He grabbed his wrists again behind his back, pulling taut with one hand, the other making quick work of his button, pulling it apart, sliding the zipper down, pushing his pants below his hips.

Ifrit grabbed Dew by the hips and ripped the loose sweatpants he had on down, ripping them at the seams, practically tearing them from his body. Ifrit grabbed his dick, maybe he would just jack off on him, he had done that before.

No, he laid his body flush with Dew’s back, pushing his arms above his head again. He licked from his neck back up to his ear, again speaking in quiet tones as if there were other people who could hear them. Dew could feel his cock, sliding between his cheeks, the damp pre adding to the slick he was producing.

“You going to take it? I can feel how wet you are. You fucking want it. I know you do.”

All Dew could do was shake his head, as silent tears ran down his face. His body betraying him.

Ifrit pushed his fingers inside of him roughly, pushing two in at a time, in and out, scissoring them apart.

“Gotta get you ready baby, you remember how big I am, you fucking loved it when I would push inside of you, unprepared.”

Dew tried to buck him off, but his body was too weak from the weeks of malnourishment, his muscles started to atrophy from misuse. There was no way he could get away from him.

Ifrit pulled his fingers from him, slipping them into his mouth, as he moaned, “Fuck Droplet, you taste so good.”

He took the hand he had inside of him, to pull his hips up in the air and pushed inside of Dew, ignoring his scream.

“Tell me how much you like it baby, you missed this dick, I know you did. NO ONE, can satisfy you like I can. You’re already screaming in pleasure.”

“That’s right baby, take it. You feel so fucking good around my cock.”

He picked up his pace, slamming into Dew’s body, with absolute abandon. The fight left Dew as he comprehended he couldn’t stop this. Ifrit felt the tension abate. He let his hands go and pulled Dew up on his knees, holding him flush to his chest. His one hand going to play with his nipple and the other on Dew’s hard cock.

“So fucking hard for me baby. You going to cum? I could always read your body so well.”

He slammed in and out of Dew’s body, his hand on Dew matching the pace. Dew whimpered, he wouldn’t be able to stop his body from betraying him.

“Cum for me baby,” Ifrit grunted before his body stilled, and he bit down on Dew’s shoulder, biting through the skin as blood flooded his mouth and down Dew’s chest.

Dew tried to not let his body react, tried, but Ifrit didn’t stop even in the throes of his pleasure. As his hand flew over Dew’s cock, he felt the contraction and Dew spilled over his hand. His hot cum, almost as hot as the warm hand gripping him.

He sagged as his body spent itself. Ifrit pulled from him, throwing him on the bed below him, discarded. He shoved his fingers back in Dew’s abused hole, scooping copious amounts of cum to collect it, before flipping Dew over and shoving his fingers in his mouth. His other hand swept through the cum on Dew’s stomach, shoving those fingers in his mouth, before slamming their lips together, shoving his tongue in Dew again.

After he was done kissing and further abusing Dew, he pulled away, pulling his pants back up, leaving Dew on the bed in shock.

He looked back at Dew as he circled the bed, his eyes staring unseeing onto the ceiling.

“I knew you needed that baby, you kept calling out in your dreams for that water slut, he is no match for my cock is he?”

Dew didn’t answer, he just caved in on himself, pulling himself into the fetal position.

Ifrit sighed, annoyed. “Oh well, Droplet, he won’t want you ever again anyhow, maybe you're the slut, coming for me but professing your love for him. What a joke, it’s ok, we will do this again soon.”

As he pulled the door open, he turned one more time, “Eidolon, I know you're in here, clean him up. Maybe next time I will reward you too.”

He slammed and locked the door behind him.

Eidolon slid out from below the bed to see a broken Dewdrop on the bed, if he could be more broken then he was, covered in cum, blood and spit. Bruises blooming all over his body.

He went into the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth, and gently approached Dew to start to wipe him off. Dew flinched at the first touch of the warm towel, the tears continuing to fall.

“Dew, do you want a shower, I can help you get there, might help to get him off of you?”

When Dew didn’t answer, he picked up his body gently and carried him into the bathroom, to set him on the side of the tub as he turned it on. Making the water nice and hot.

Dew still wasn’t processing what was going on around him. As his body slid in the water, it slowly brought him back. He thought of the last time he showered with Rain. He quickly grabbed the trash can from the side of the tub and vomited, the nothing he had in himself.

Ifrit was right, Rain wouldn’t want him, hell he didn't want himself. He was a dirty, broken ghoul. The crying just got harder as he processed those thoughts.

He had to find a way to end it.

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gingerbread house | oscar piastri

synopsis: in which McLaren inspires you to start a new tradition with Oscar

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The smell of cinnamon and sugar filled the air as you placed the last of the gingerbread pieces on the table.

Oscar stood beside you, hands on his hips, surveying the setup like he was about to tackle a particularly tricky corner on the racetrack.

“I’m just saying, I think mine’s going to be better than yours” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You rolled your eyes, already used to him making everything a race with you.

“It’s not a race, Osc. It’s supposed to be fun and bonding” you said, pouting.

“Everything is a race, you live with a Formula 1 driver, babe” he continued, his lips forming a playful grin.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you handed him a piping bag filled with white icing.

“Fine, you’re on. But don’t come crying to me when I beat your ass” you said, your own competitive side slowly coming out of its shell.

The two of you got to work, carefully piecing together the walls and roofs of your gingerbread houses.

Or rather, you were the one doing it carefully.

Oscar, on the other hand, seemed to have chosen a more experimental approach. The icing was everywhere - on his hands, everywhere on the table, somehow even in his hair.

“How on earth did you manage that?” you asked, pointing to the white streak of icing near his temple.

He looked up, confused, and when he brushed a hand through his hair, he only managed to spread the icing even more.

“Uh, oops?” he said, giving you a sheepish smile.

Shaking your head, you grabbed a damp cloth and walked over to him.

“Sit still” you instructed, gently wiping away the mess in his hair.

Oscar stayed still under your touch, his eyes locked on yours and a soft smile replacing his playful grin.

“Thanks” he murmured, his voice softer now.

You smiled back at him, giving his nose a little peck.

“You’re welcome. Now, please focus. I don’t want to hear you whining when my house ends up looking better than yours” you said, quickly getting back to work.

He snapped back to his usual self, narrowing his eyes at you, as if he was challenging you.

“We’ll see about that, babe” he said, determined to make his house look a thousand times better than yours.

The next hour or so was filled with laughter, teasing, and a few close calls with collapsing gingerbread walls.

By the time you were both done, both houses looked unique, to put it mildly.

“Okay, let’s compare” you said, both you and Oscar stepping back to admire the end results.

Oscar tilted his head, scrutinizing the sugary masterpieces like a gingerbread expert. His house leaned precariously to one side, icing dripping down like melting snow.

Yours was more stable, although your attempt at decorating the house candy canes and gumdrops had turned into a bit of a mess.

“Yours looks like it’s been through a hurricane” you teased him, elbowing him softly.

“And yours looks like a kid’s art project” Oscar shot back, not able to contain his laughter anymore.

You both dissolved into giggles, the competition long forgotten.

“It looked much easier in your video, if we’re being honest” you said, trying to defend your work

Oscar nodded, agreeing with you.

“I think it’s because I just had to decorate it. I didn’t actually have to build it from scratch. They probably knew it would look like this” Oscar said, making you giggle more intensely.

"Yeah, probably" you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"We should do this next year, you know?" he said, his eyes still assessing the gingerbread houses.

"We could. This could become our little Christmas tradition" you said, smiling at the thought of doing this for many more years with Oscar by your side.

Oscar nodded, planting a kiss on your forehead as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought you closer to him.

"Our little tradition"

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Cade Sullivan:

The last thing Cade was expecting, was you. Most people barely even wanted to talk to him. People would cross the road when they saw him, or go down the other side of the hall. But there were two people who were different, his girlfriend of course, but then there was you.

You were his partner in art class and he wasn’t exactly pleased about it. Not because it was you, just because he had to work with someone so else. He invited you over after school to work on the project together when you noticed his perpetual scowl.

You wanted to try to cheer him up so you reached over to boop his nose.

Big mistake. Next thing you know your finger was caught between his teeth. He looked at you with anger and disbelief in his eyes; before he lowly chuckles letting go of you now bleeding finger, and licks his lips.

“I don’t know if you bold or just stupid. But don’t ever try something like that again if you wish to keep your hand.”

It him you have to worry about for sure, don’t get me twisted. But if Candy found out about this… you’re dead.

Demetrius “Sully” Sullivan:

Sully had invited you out with him, finding joy in your company. It wasn’t often he got to get away from the children or his store. But he cherished this time greatly. The two of you walked through the farmers market picking out produce and foods for dinner.

It was nice, serene, calming… so much so Sully got lost in thought. Thoughts he probably shouldn’t be having. But he enjoyed them non the less, the shame of thinking them minimal.

Noticing he didn’t answer your question, you look up to see the tall man spaced out. In a plot to get his attention, you settle on the quite difficult task of booping a man who’s over 7 feet tall. It was certainly a spectacle, walking around with him. You left up on your feet, successfully jumping high enough to boop him, and you smile up at him triumphantly.

Sully breaks out of his trance, first looking at you in confusion, and then he notices your smile and can’t help but smile too.

“Did you just boop me Darling? What arose such a childish action.”

You huff looking up at him, and it clicks.

“Awww, is someone jealous my attention was of them for a moment?” He teases.

You nod. He bends down to whisper something in your ear.

“Then you have my attention darling.”

Before he pulls away he gently boops your nose with a smile, before taking your hand in his as you continue shopping.

Dipper Sullivan:

Dipper didn’t interact with many people. So she wasn’t very socially aware. And she certainly never learned this type of behaviour from her father. So she was utterly surprised when you reached across the tea table booping her nose.

“Boop” you smile happily.

Her eyes light up, twinkling up at you. She scrunches her nose like a bunny rabbit, and gets up from the table coming to boop you back.

“Boop!” She says excited, then makes her favourite stuffed animal do it too.

Good luck leaving her tea party now. You’re stuck here at least the rest of the day until she gets tired and Sully can sneak you back out of the house to go home. But until then, you’re now Dippers personal obsession for the day. She will require boops everytime you visit now, or she won’t be so nice to you without them. She’ll take that as rejection.

And we all know what happens to those who hurt Dipper…

Blinky Firefly:

Blinky already knew what you were up to before you even entered the room. The clown had a strange way of sense things. Sometimes the other members of the house weren’t even sure if Blinky was fully human, with how strange they behaved.

But Blinky had a mission to get you before you could get them. They never missed out on an opportunity for mischief, games and laughter. They crawled up the door frame, hiding above you when you enter the room, watching you look around aimlessly for them.

They giggle before dropping down on-top, trapping you to the floor. They reach down and boop your nose.

“Boop! Got your nose” they giggles triumphantly.

“Damn if Blinky, why are you so good at this game?”

“A clown never reveals their secrets silly. Gotta be faster than me” they giggle as they run away waiting for you to chase them.

They will let you catch them eventually. They can’t resist the boop forever. Might have to catch Blinky sleeping if you want a fair shot. But good luck, the clown has a lot of energy.

Newton Lecter:

Newton was seated outside his adoptive father’s work office, waiting patiently for him. They look up to the door when it opens, noting your presence before Hannibal’s. You seemed oddly giddy after a therapy appointment which peaked their interest.

“See you again next week.” Hannibal says his goodbye.

“Thanks for the session Dr Lecter.”

Knowing much better than to try to boop the older man, despite the urge very much being there, you restrained yourself, before your eyes land on the boy in the lobby.

“Well hello there”

Hannibal sighs softly. “Meet my Son, Newton, Newton this is-“

Before he can introduce you, you’re already bounding over to the younger boy. You boop their nose with a grin.

“Boop, you’re it” you say.

Hannibal watches the interaction curiously.

“It for what?”

You shrug.

“And what if I don’t want to be it?”

“Only a boop back cancels a boop.” You state as if that common fact.

“I see.”

They reach up to boop you back, smiling slightly.

“Now you’re it again.”

They’re left to think of the odd interaction as you walk away satisfied.

Lux Kirby:

Lux was out walking in the woods behind camp, mindlessly picking flowers for Beth. She’d been quite down recently and he thought this would brighten her apocalypse slightly. What they weren’t expecting was to see you running out of the woods into the clearing, with a walker after you. They drop the flowers immediately launching into action, lunging for their weapon and equipping it.

The walker almost gets close enough to bite you, but Lux throws himself at it, stabbing it multiple times before walking to reach for his bigger weapon he never leaves camp without, and they bring their mallet down exploding the walkers head, panting heavily and glaring down at it.

“You ok?” They mutter.

The only response they get from you is a small chuckle before you come over and boop them on the nose.

“Boop. Thanks for the save.”

Their eyes go crossed looking down at your finger, before they look at you confused.

“You’re strange mate- certainly hope that’s not what you were trying to do to this shit stain” he looks down at the zombie.

He drops his mallet going back for the flowers first; before coming back over to you and takes a switch blade out of his pocket, flipping on his hand before booping you back with the handle.

“Kindness won’t make you survive the apocalypse, but it will get you a free weapon and some protection.”

They give you a small smile, before grabbing their mallet and headed back to camp.

“See you around strange one”

Magnolia “Maggie” Blossom:

Maggie is minding her business in her flower shop in Gotham; when she hears the door bell chime. Being busy with a big order for some stupid Gotham socialites wedding, she barely even looks up to notice you enter. Or the mischievous look on your face as you decide on a fun way to catch her attention.

You grab a sunflower from one of the displayed and come over to the counter. As she’s about to look up to ask for just a moment, you strike, tapping the flower on her nose.

“Boop” you smile.

Maggie blushes furiously, caught off guard by the simple gesture but it a brings a smile to her face on her busy shift. She giggles softly, taking a rose from the stand she was working on and boops you back, before breaking off the stem and tucking the flower behind your ear.

“Thanks for that.” She says before getting back to work, in a significantly better mood. Maybe she won’t poison the brides flower bouquet anymore… perhaps you just saved a life.

Basil Zor El:

You bounce over on your heels, all ready too boop the least known Kryptonian because of a meme you saw. You figured it would be a fun idea, so here you were, breaking into Oswald mansion to find someone to boop.

And with your sights set on Basil you try to make your way over innocently, before reaching out last minute to boop his nose. But your plans are quickly thwarted when he catches your hand, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“What are you up to earthling?”

“I just wanted to boop you” you defend.

“That thing Maggie does to every stray cat she finds? Why would you want to do that to me?” He drops your wrist confused.

In his confusion you boop his nose, giggling and running away. He’ll just stare after you confused and roll his eyes.

“Humans” he says, with fake disgust.

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Heather would say she's not having a great day. Sure, her and Tracy hadn't been on the most stable ground lately, but coming home from the San Francisco office to a two page (both sides!) handwritten letter full of incredibly beautiful prose that more or less boiled down to it’s not you, it’s me was still a shock. And, you know, maybe she had been spending too much time crunching for work, but she’d been trying to make senior art director for years and when she’d finally got the promotion she wanted to make sure the studio didn’t regret it. The studio who, 15 minutes after the whole ‘getting dumped, epistolary style’, called to tell her the promotion had been unpromotioned. Two steps, unpromotioned, actually, seeing as they were “taking the project in a new direction” and “felt she would be better suited to a support role rather than leadership.” And, you know, Heather thinks of herself as a relatively laid back person, she’s chill, she’s calm and collected, but after four straight months of 6 day work weeks pulling overtime almost every night she thought she deserved a face to face goddamn explanation for all of this, so she had climbed right back into the subaru she’d driven all night in and took off towards Burbank.

She’d made it three exits past her apartment when some asshole in a truck too big for him to control had swerved into her.

At least someone's already called 911, judging by the emergency vehicles pulling up, and this was a rental car paid for with company dime, so she doesn't even have to stress about it being crumpled up like a tin can. There's a tap on the window frame (the glass is gone, she hadn't even noticed) and she startles, peering out at the platonic ideal of a hot guy she might have described to friends as her "type" when she was sixteen and still trying to be straight. Ruffled dark hair, warm eyes, a kind look on his face. She can't see his arms under his firefighter coat, but she bets they're jacked.

"Hi," the apparition says. "My name's Eddie Diaz. Are you in any pain?"

"Uh," Heather says, trying to take stock. "Mostly shaky, I think."

He nods, shining a flashlight in her eyes. "Can you wiggle your fingers for me? How 'bout your toes?"

"Eyes and ears and mouth and nose," she sing songs as she does so, and Eddie Diaz has the good grace to laugh.

"Alright, you're a little scraped up but I don't think you have a concussion. Can you tell me your name, the date, and where we are?"

"Heather Pantry, July 23rd, the 5 somewhere near Atwater."

"Pantry?" Eddie quirks an eyebrow as he examines the car around her.

"Hand to god," she says, used to the double take. "From the proud Pantry line of middle of nowhere Massachusetts."

"Well, good to meet you Ms. Pantry. I have to go get-" Eddie straightens up and waved someone over. "Honey, can you stay with her? I'm gonna grab the jaws and some bandages."

Eddie steps away and a new man crouches in his place. He's blondish, has a red birthmark splotched above his eye, and is grinning cheerfully. "Hey, we're gonna get you out of here in no time."

"I bet you got shit from other kids about your name too, huh?" She smiles at him in commiseration, and then confusion as he looks at her questioningly. "Oh, you didn't hear- I'm Heather Pantry. And you're Honey, right? Food names."

His face stays puzzled for a second before he laughs. "Ah, no." He jabs a thumb in the direction Eddie walked. "I'm married to that guy." He says it proudly, and his grin gets somehow more cheerful.

"Oh, shit, sorry," she says as he flaps an understanding hand.

"Don't worry about it, just don't let our colleagues know he used a pet name at work or we'll never hear the end of it. My name's Buck Diaz." He holds out a hand.

She mimes a zipper over her mouth as she shakes it. Multi tasking! Take that, potential concussion! Her eye catches on his name tag as he pulls away and she frowns. Aw no, concussion. "Why does that say…"

Buck looks down at the letters. "Ah, right. Well, I took Eddie's name when I got married, but my- everyone calls me Buck, has for ages, but it's a nickname from my old last name, and I didn't want to be Evan Diaz with no tie to that, so I changed my first name too, because Evan just isn't really my name anymore. But," he gestures down at the name tag, and then over his shoulder at the back of his jacket. "The names on our turnouts are one of the ways we find each other in low visibility, and how we might be initially identified if something, uh, goes wrong, and everyone rejected my perfectly good idea of being labeled 'Diaz 1' and 'Diaz 2' so… I was born Evan Buckley, my legal name is Buck Diaz, my work name is Buckley, sometimes people call me Buckaroo, and Chimney says they should just start sending me out to explain all that as the new concussion protocol."

"Chimney?"

"You'd fit right in around here, Pantry. You looking for a career change?"

"Hah," she says. "The LAFD looking to recruit failed art directors who can't maintain a good relationship with the best girl they've ever known?"

Buck grimaces in sympathy. "You've had a rough day."

"I've certainly had better." She looks at her shit thrown all about the car, feeling a little pathetic, and then back at Buck. If something goes wrong… "Is it hard, working together? Do you- I mean, either of you could get hurt at any time. It's gotta be hard knowing that, or- seeing that. Being there."

Buck's smile turns a little rueful, and he looks back towards the firetruck for a moment. "Yeah… we've had our fair share of close calls." He laughs, though there's not much humor in it, and starts holding up fingers. "Eddie's been crushed in a collapsed well 40 feet underground, and he got shot standing two feet in front of me, and there was the whole thing with the freeway collapse - which is how we got together, actually - and I've been crushed under a firetruck, was on the pier with our kid when the tsunami hit, and I got struck by lightning." He does a little jazz hand. "I died for three minutes."

"And seventeen seconds," comes Eddie's quiet voice. He's standing there with the supplies, looking down at Buck, something too steps more sad than a frown on his face.

Buck looks up at him, eyes intense, smile small. "And seventeen seconds," he corrects, and then looks back at Heather with both eyebrows up. "I don't recommend it!"

"I'll do my best to not get deceased."

“But I think…” Buck looks thoughtful as he stands to let his husband press gauze to cuts Heather didn’t know she had. “I’d rather be here, than not. I want to be by Eddie’s side, even and especially when things are hard, and to, uh,” he laughs a private laugh, bumps his elbow with Eddie’s. “To have his back, like I know he has mine.” Together, they work the jaws into the door and finally wrench it open with a terrible metallic screech. “And anyway, some of that stuff happened while I wasn’t even at work, so bad things can happen at any time. I want to… know I had the chance to do something about it, when they do.”

Both of the men reach in to help Heather, moving around each other so easily, so familiar. Her eyes sting a little, and she could blame it on the scrapes but she’s thinking of Tracy singing while she does the dishes. She sniffs a little as Buck holds her elbow. “Wasn’t… the tsunami years before the freeway collapse? You guys had a son already?”

They make eye contact over her head (jesus, they’re tall, is that a firefighter requirement?) and Eddie laughs first but Buck really cracks up.

“We may have done things a little out of order,” Eddie says, loud enough to be heard over Buck’s guffaws. His eyes are crinkled up. “Let’s get you to the ambulance, Ms. Pantry.”

She’s handed over to other paramedics, who go through a more thorough checklist than Eddie’s field triage. She’s paying attention to the questions, she is, but the ambulance doors are still open and she sees Eddie in the shade of the fire truck look around before pulling Buck close, a hand gentle on his cheek. He kisses him, and they’re pretty far away but she thinks the small smile on his face is probably visible from Saturn.

The doors close, and she’s carted off towards Cedars-Sinai where as soon as she’s cleared to leave she’ll find the gift shop and buy a notepad, a get well soon card, a coloring book- anything she can write on. She has a letter to send.

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Breakfast

Board inspired by the one I saw @fvckinghenrycavill do

Pairing: husband Chris Evans x fem reader

Summary: just fluff you making Chris breakfast Bring it to him after he's been working all morning

Word count: 701

Warnings: none!

A/n: I had to write the sexist man alive a fic because I absolutely adore him

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You had been sitting on the sofa in you and Chris's shared house looking out the open doors letting in the sunlight. Your place was mostly made of wood. You found it comforting to look out and see the tall green trees, your Christmas tree was one of them. It stood tall decorated with the ornaments you had hung up with Chris's help of course. You were so excited when he had brought it home. You had grown quite bored after a few hours since Chris was working on a project and the dogs were resting in there beds near the door. It wasn't that you were neglected by Chris, you just missed his attention.

You couldn't for the life of you understand why they'd given your husband a job around Christmas anyway. You had just been in his office checking in on him from time to time. He was deeply concentrated on what he was doing, so much so that he didn't move his eyes to look your way when you entered. You understood he was busy so left to give him space; that was over an hour ago and you couldn't help but worry a bit since he hadn't come down to eat but you really didn't want to disturb him while he was working. It made you a bit anxious, though Chris wasn't the type to blow a fuse if you did go talk to him, that was just how you were. You sat for a moment debating on whether or not you should go ask him to come eat but you quickly shut the questions out; you are his wife! you could make him food.

You nodded as If confirming it as you made your way to the kitchen. "Eggs and bacon are fine" you mumbled, pulling the carton and pack from the fridge, reaching for a pan and throwing the items on the stove. Chris was typing away on his computer when the smell filled the space. He looked up for a second, had you been cooking yourself something he thought while looking over his laptop. "Good she remembered to eat" he said to himself and went back to work content with the fact that you were taking care of yourself. A few hours passed while you cooked everything before plating it. You decided half way through to make hot chocolate with a candy cane resting in the mug, a few marshmallows floating on the steaming liquid as you carried the plate up the steps to him.

You pushed the door all the way open admiring your husband and how attractive he looked, focused on his task before knocking as lightly as you could with the food in your hand."Chris" you called softly and he looked up at the sound of your voice, a warm smile on his face at the sight of you. "Oh honey, you made me breakfast," he said, reaching for you as you walked to him, you nodded. "I wasn't sure if you'd want to come down so I made it and brought it to you" you say as you sit it down. "and you made hot chocolate!" He beamed, causing you to giggle while nodding. Chris had always been so adorable to you, he had a child like nature to him at times that never failed to melt your heart.

"You're the best. I wouldn't know what to do without you angel" he said, pulling you in his lap as he pressed kisses to your entire face, his beard tickling your skin making your nose scrunch up. He pulled back, blue ocean eyes looking at you with adoration and love. You smile at him, the look reminding you of the first time you saw him. He looked at you like you held the stars and the moon in your grasp. "I love you" he said in a haze, taking in your beauty like a fine art piece as his eyes searched your face. Your eyelashes flutter as the familiar butterflies and heart ache feeling fills you. You kiss him gently as you cup his face letting your eyes shut, his lips move with yours passionately. "I love you more" you say, pulling back.