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instant-delusions · 7 months

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𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗼 : 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀

ajax/tartaglia/childe x afab! reader smut

cw: fluff, idiots in love 😔, alcohol, cursing, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

a/n: nr 1 genshin hater back writing genshin smut

there are two things fontaine is overflowing with : water & secrets.

on the surface, the nation looks bubbly and exciting (or... enticing) . though, much like the hydro archon herself, it's putting on a show to hide a disaster coming. with all the adventuring and traveling you did, this instance is definitely the most mind-boggling, a weak-ish celebrity archon, two magician siblings and a nation doomed to drown. interesting, to say the least.

paimon and you decided to stroll around the bustling city centre, looking for some fontainian food to get your mind off of things. suddenly, your giddy companion stopped floating, grabbing your arm tightly, "look!" she sqeaked, pointing at somebody. ginger hair, red scarf loosely falling off his shoulder, slanky body wrapped in a grey outfit - it's none other than, "childe!" paimon whisper-yelled. gaping at him, you stopped in your tracks.

said man felt eyes on him and shifted, trying to see who's attention he caught this time. stuffing the last piece of croissant down his mouth, he chewed and turned around - locking eyes with his beloved traveler. "mpfh!" he grinned, quickly making his way towards the two of you. noticing your stunned demeanor, ajax swallowed quickly and ignored paimon's inquisitive questions, studying the look on your face instead. "if it isn't my lovely traveler!" he exclaimed, making you snap out of your weird daze.

you were shocked, of course. not just by tartaglia's presence, but also by the interesting emotion resulting from it. after everything you discovered about him, it was safe to say that he was caring, charming and good. obviously, you considered him a friend, but friends don't make you feel this way - they don't give you butterflies, and they don't make you fuzzy with a smile. it's weird. feeling paimon grow quiet raising a brow at your uncharacteristic silence, you huffed and cleared your throat. "what are you doing here, childe?". he told you about how he was feeling down and thought traveling would make him cheer up. "did you choose fontaine because of their famous wine?" chuckling, he feigned heartbreak. "what, are you disrespecting shnezhnayan vodka? I'm offended."

sitting down at your hotel's restaurant, childe immediately asked about your adventures in sumeru. while you stuttered something about wanderer and the doctor, about their delicious food and skilled fighters, he leaned on his hand, sipping on his aged, dark red wine. curious, you asked for a taste as well, silently letting your taste buds accommodate the rich flavors.

paimon knew. after a good two hours, she saw the way childe shifted closer to you, laughing heartfully at your tipsy demeanor. she saw how he touched you and how his eyes lit up everytime you spoke. she also noticed your rose tinted cheeks and how you leaned in when he talked about his family, how you giggled freely at his jokes. surprisingly, she felt a mixture of worry and excitement filling her, for she knows how troubled your soul has been lately, seeing her traveler happily crushing on someone (even if it's annoying, arrogant, childish childe)...she encouraged it. "(y/n)... I'm sleepy!" paimon announced, snatching the room keys from your pocket. "I'm going. don't-" she raised a finger at tartaglia, "do anything stupid."

after hours of tipsy chatter, childe insisted on bringing you up to your room. "I don't wanna gooo..." you whined, clinging onto his arm with a sweet pout. internally, said man was exploding with affection, feeling weirdly dutiful, protecting you as if you were a little bunny stranded in the snowy mountains of his home country. arriving at your room's door, something doomed on you. paimon had the keys. paimon who's sleeping peacefully in your bed right now.

"uh...tartaglia?" you looked up to him, receiving a small 'hm?' sound in response. "paimon has my keys."

paimon has her keys.

ajax leaned onto the wall smugly, lips spreading into a sly grin. "ahh..see, my dear traveler, I'd invite you to my room, but..." he leaned closer to your face, his breath fanning over your forehead. "but...?" you inclined, hearing him exhale dramatically. "you've been so cute today, I don't know if I'd be able to keep my hands off of you." childe trailed a finger along the softness of your cheek, watching a rosy color bloom on it again. feeling overwhelmed by the sudden proximity, you stepped back, averting his hot gaze. you slumped down next to the door and whined, "I'd rather sleep on the floor."

needless to say, tartaglia did not let you sleep on the floor. he dragged you all the way to his room, feeling responsible for your safety (which he usually only does regarding his family). "c'mon, (y/n). change into this." he threw one of his shirts at you and gestured to the bathroom. quietly closing the door behind you, you started to undress and pulled the tee on, which smelled of dill and wood. you scrunched your brows in frustration, thinking about how the fuck you ended up in this situation while longingly smelling the fabric.

quickly, you made your way over to the couch situated beneath the window, only to be pulled back by a tongue-clicking ginger. "my (y/n), I would never let you sleep on the couch! please, take the bed." he said all gentlemanly, causing you to giggle and whisper a 'thank you.'. pulling back the covers, you sighed at the softness of the mattress, feeling like you're sinking into a fluffy sheep. suddenly, you felt the bed dip beside you and shrieked. "childe?!", receiving his signature smirk, you felt all shy again seeing his handsome features so close to you. he mumbled something about not wanting to take the couch either and snaked his arm around you, pulling you close. a sudden wave of comfort came crashing down, you felt his chest heaving with breaths and his skin all warm and soft. he trusted you to be this close. snuggling closer, you heard him exhale peacefully. it's weird, you thought. definently a good weird, but weird - you've seen this man with a crazed expression on his face, electricity crackling around him, you've seen him loud and charming. this is new, but you definitely liked domestic ajax.

nothing could be heard except some whirring outside the hotel, probably stemming from some sort of machine, which means the warmth erupting inside your belly has been getting hard to ignore. obviously, you couldn't deny childe's touching and flirting left you a bit ... needy. his pretty looks, mixed with his enticing personality totally got to you! you might be inexperienced, but with your inability to back down from a fight and the magic of liquid courage, you decided to take the first step. shyly shifting your ass against his crotch, you freezed at his instant hot exhale, ajax' hands coming up to your hips.

"m not sleepy." he said, propping his head up with an arm, blue eyes gazing down at you. nodding in agreement, you reached up, playing with one of his red strands. "feeling a bit more confident?" he asked, pulling you closer by the arm on your hip, making your bodies press against each other. you gasped, the ghost of his name on your tongue, as he buried his head in the crevice between your neck and shoulder. feeling his lips softly pressing against your skin, you laid down on your back, arms snaking around his body to guide him on top of you. "oh?" ajax leaned back to muster your face, seeing a mixture of excitement, smugness, and fear. "my, my. I like this side of you, lovely traveler." he commented, making you smile. "I really wanna do this..." you started, giggling at the way he hummed, clearly pleased with your statement, "but?" he inquired, his voice nevertheless laced with care. he softly played with your hair as he waited for your answer. "I'm...I've never...", you heard him gulp. "it's okay, (y/n). I'll take the lead, as always." he winked at you, making you huff. "don't remember you ever winning any of our fights, childe." he laughed, the sound making you giddy. slowly, he started to wander your body, tracing your curves and leaving a trail of fire behind. you felt your breath hitch and his growing heavier with each new, intimate part he discovered. slowly, he moved his hands underneath your (his) tee, resting them on your waist. "kiss?" he whispered, smiling at the way you nodded in response. leaning down, you felt the ghost of his lips on yours, "this your first as well?". his lips softly moved against yours as he spoke, barely touching them, barely a kiss. impatient, you guided him by his cheeks, elated as he finally pressed against you fully. his hands snaking to your hair, you enthusiastically nibbed and sucked on each other's lips, the idea of 'going slow' melting away after every kiss. ajax nudged against your lower lip with his tongue, to which you opened happily.

the sound of wet slurps and rustling of clothes filled the room, the harbinger tugging off your shirt with fervor. "mh, what...?" you questioned, feeling him dipping lower on your body, pressing kisses on your neck, to the valley between your boobs, your lower stomach, and the top of your thighs. "милая (rus. pretty), can I see? can I take them off?" you nodded feverishly, bringing your hips up, while watching him tug off your panties clumsily - he must be very hot and bothered too. at the sight of your weeping, wet pussy he gasped, cock straining against his pyjama pants uncomfortably. ajax felt so incredibly drunk, not off the wine earlier, but off the thought of finally having you. his lovely traveler. you watched as he moved between your thighs, a sort of wild look in his eyes - pupils blown and eyebrows scrunched, it was incredibly hot. his eyes moved from your pussy to your eyes, asking for permission quietly, which you granted by opening your legs further.

ajax pressed a kiss to your clit, making you jump cutely and continued to lick a long stripe down your cunt, collecting the juices leaking from it. feeling a sudden rush of need, he hooked his arms around your thighs, pressing his tongue flatly against you, delighted by the way you twitched for him. he heard you moan and whine, your hands tangling into his ginger hair to press him closer. moving back up, ajax switched between sucking your clit and lolling his tongue in infinity shapes around it. you arched your back with a shout of his name, flexing your thighs against his head, trapping him (not that he complained). "fuck, ajax, i'm-" said man dug his face deeper into you, failing to notice his inability to breathe. licking longer, harder stripes against your pussy to make you cream against his face more. there's nothing he wanted, no, needed more. with one final, aggressive buck against him, you came with a loud scream - neither you nor ajax cared for anyone hearing you.

the harbinger let you calm down, though he honestly couldn't hold back much longer. his cock leaking against his briefs as he watched your sloppy pussy twitch in the aftermath of his work. your body's curves kissed by the soft light coming from the stores outside. there's lots of things that are distressing him, but for this night and for any other day you grace him, his heart is at peace. you watched as he stood up to hover above you, pants and boxers scattered on the floor. smiling, you wrapped your arms around his middle and kissed him. "you're pretty." ajax was caught off guard, smiling back bashfully at you. he whispered a quiet 'thank you' and guided your legs around his waist.

"mh. I want you." he stated, biting your neck softly. his hardened cock was pressing against your inner thigh and you moved to touch it. aroused by the low moan coming from him, you pressed your thumb to his leaking tip, smearing it around until finally deciding to wrap your hand around him. ajax' was pale, long, and had a pretty pink tip - though he didn't let you commit to memory much, yanking your hand away. " 'm sorry, need you." he whimpered, bringing his own hand down to guide his cock to your entrance. you mewled once he slowly eased himself in, feeling how he stretched you out nicely, and how his dick throbbed and twitched inside.

ajax could hardly contain himself, your pussy wrapped around his cock was probably the best thing he's ever felt. you were warm and wet, moaning for him so prettily. his heart was beating so quick - the situation so intense and intimate, his eyes glossed over. he leaned down to kiss your neck again, finally pushing in completely. nudging your cervix with his tip and curving into you perfectly. he felt you squirm impatiently and let out a strained chuckle, almost cooing at your cuteness. the harbinger leaned back, wanting to see your expressions once he utterly fucks you out. some of your wetness leaked out just by him pulling out slowly, making you whimper out in embarrassment. ajax pushed in again quickly, establishing a deep, eager pace. your tits and curves jiggled everytime his hips thrust forward, making him hungry to grab at you. he swiped his thumb over your nipples and pushed his fingers deep into your skin, losing himself to the feeling of you. his traveler flooded his mind and body completely. "a-ajax, please." you didn't know what you were begging for, tears and spit ran down your face as you pressed your lips against his messily, making him groan into the kiss. hearing him curse in a language you didn't understand, you arched your back in response, making his brows furrow in concentration. "you're... you're gonna be the death of me." he snapped his hips against you sloppily, balls hitting your wet thighs, making the room echo with ungodly sounds. you felt your high approaching quickly, shuddering against ajax' body with vigor, babbling something nonsensical to him. though, he seemed to understand, nodding and picking up his pace. "come, please (y/n), come for me. господи! (rus. my god)". your whole body spasmed, as if you were either falling down the abyss or ascending to celestia - your vision became blurry, and your anchored yourself grabbing onto ajax, who came immediately after seeing your teary face while reaching your high, filling you with his warm seed as he collapsed onto you.

you were the first to come back to your senses, moving your bodies sideways. drawing stars on your harbingers back to ease him back into reality. he mumbled something along the lines of "sorry paimon, might've done something stupid".

there were two things you were overflowing with right now: love and... stickiness. but mostly love.

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attackurheart88 · 6 months

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hiii. Could I request some headcanons for Hisoka? Sfw/fluff. The reader is a child (killua and gon's age, and travels with them) and somehow got attached to him. Even though gon and killua find him super creepy and don't trust him, y/n doesn't find him off-putting at all and wants to hang out with him. Like at heavens arena, instead of being disgusted at his little show he put on, she was amazed he could do such things. Reader doesn't have a dad so he kind of takes that role in her eyes. She thinks he's really cool and follows him around when he's in the area. Reader is also training as an assassin (not quite as good as killua though) so she doesn't find his desire for killing scary. I just want some cute hc's between hisoka and his little admirer :)) it's okay if you don't feel comfortable writing this though. Thank you anyway!

“Are you a magician?”

Hisoka looked down in the direction from which the small voice came. It was a child who couldn't be more than thirteen years old. The same child who was staring at him for the last 2 hours.

Their eyes were wide and sparkled with anticipation.

“Not exactly, but I suppose I can do a bit of magic~” Hisoka smiled seeing your expression light up.

“Can you do a trick?!” You were bouncing up and down excitedly. You truly were a kid. Hisoka wondered how someone like you wound up taking the ex-

Someone bumped into Hisoka’s shoulder and kept moving. Interrupting his train of thought.

“Child you wanted to see a trick yes? As you wish~”

Within a few moments, the man who bumped into Hisoka, arms evaporated into flower petals. Immediately everyone backed away leaving just you Hisoka and the rude man on the floor.

Hisoka observed the look of fear and hatred on everyone’s face. Surely by now, even the child would stare at me the same way.

But he was wrong.

“That's so cool!” You were even more happy than before. Hisoka stared at you in disbelief but that look quickly turned to amusement. You were going to be a fun new toy for him to play with.

“I wanna do that too!” you whined tugging on his arm.

Hisoka bent down till he was able to make eye contact with you.

“You seem like a good kid. What's your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n huh. You can call me Hisoka. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

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- For the rest of the exam you were glued to Hisoka’s side

- While others were running like crazy to catch up with the examinator you were riding his back

- Getting lost in the forest? Not a problem when Hisoka knows the way

- Need help finding your target? Hisoka already killed them.

- It wasn't until the end of the exam when you and Gon had to go help Killua that you left his side.

- The dynamic between you two would slowly grow into a father-and-daughter relationship.

Headcanons:

- Hisoka is the kind of guy who buys you ice cream after a long day of training

- Hisoka is the kind of guy to take pictures of everything you do

- Hisoka feels calmer going to sleep knowing you’re safe next to him

- Hisoka loves to make you laugh by doing tricks and tickling you

- Hisoka is the kind of guy to dress himself up in Princess outfits to make you smile

- When you are sad you have Hisoka wrapped around your finger.

- He does anything to make you feel better

- Becoming known as Hisoka’s child is both a blessing and a curse

- On one hand, everyone is afraid of you or wants to get on your good side

- On the other, those with a grudge against Hisoka would come to you

- Thankfully Hisoka is there to keep you out of harm

- Sometimes

- Despite his affection for you

- Hisoka won't hesitate to leave you stranded somewhere or beat you to a pulp to turn you into a “ripe fruit”

- When you do something wrong Hisoka would make you sit in a corner and eat your favorite dessert right in front of you

- Being Hisoka’s “child” means watching him do stupid things

- Like robbing a bank

- Killing sprees

- Singing off key

- Rizzing Illumi

- And giving weird looks to your friends. (gon and killua)

- When Hisoka has somewhere to be he likes to drop you off with Illumi or the Phantom troupe

- So they eventually become your aunts and uncles

- Your life with him is fun and chaotic

- You grow to depend on him for help, guidance, and attention

- And Hisoka learns to care for someone other than himself

-In the end, it's a win-win

#adult trio x reader #hisoka x reader #hisoka x child reader #hxh x reader #child reader #dad hisoka #non specific reader #gender neutral y/n #illumi zoldyck #chrollo x reader #hxh 2011 #fluff hxh #hxh scenarios

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bedoballoons · 10 months

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A/n: WHO ELSE IS FREAKING OUT OVER FONTAINE?!? LYNEY COME HOME PLEAAAASEEE 🙏🙏 Requests/asks open!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Showing you a magic trick~༺}

(Includes: Lyney, Albedo, Lynette, Freminet, Kaeya, and Cyno!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney held his hand up, in it a collection of five cards and to your amazement it was every single one you had picked just a moment earlier, even crazier was the fact they were even in the same order you had picked them in. "How did you even- That's so cool!!!" You exclaimed, barely able to focus on a singular though as a blush coated your cheeks, making him chuckle sweetly.

"A magician never shares his tricks, but I assure you, magic is easier and more fun with a adorable audience." He said, tipping his hat as he winked at you, making your face heat up even more. "Can I see more?" You asked excitedly, your eyes bright with enthusiasm as he smiled happily, clearly enjoying showing you one of his favourite activities and showing you a bit of fantasy.

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo wasn't normally a magic type, he liked science, specifically studying other worlds and life itself, but he knew you enjoyed a touch of magic, so just for you he learned a few tricks. "Alright, keep your eyes on the hat, as you can see completely empty...nothing inside and no hole in the bottom of it either." He explained, showing you and Klee the pitch black tophat, demonstrating the fact it was empty as the two of you nodded.

"Now, let's see what we can actually fine inside." He said as he reached into the hat, you're eyes widening in surprise as he pulled out a bright white bunny stuffed animal, to big to even originally fit in the hat itself! "WHAT!" Klee shouted, jumping up from her chair to exam the bunny happily as Albedo smiled, handing her the stuffed animal. "Albedo how did you do that! That's incredible!!" You watched as Klee made her way back to her seat, her new toy hugged close to her.

"I simply can't say...however I can give you something else~" He said slyly, reaching into the hat a second time and pulling out....a bouquet of your favourite flowers, each petal somehow perfectly intact despite somehow being in a hat. You gasped your face blushing as he handed them to you, finishing his little show with a bow as the two of you clapped, cheering him on.

𑁍༄Lynette:

(First time writing a female on here! Sorry if it's not the best >///<)

"Then I just twirl you and something will happen?" You asked curiously, a eyebrow raised in disbelief as she nodded, taking your hand in her own. You knew Lynette was a incredible magicians assistant and you had wanted so badly for her to show you a trick, however this wasn't originally what you had in mind as the two of you swirled around the grassy field, almost like dancing but not actually paying attention to the steps.

Just as she instructed, you twirled her and as she slowly spun your heart skipped a beat, your eyes filling with amazement as her outfit completely changed. As soon as she was done spinning, you stepped back absolutely stunned, her short poofy skirt now longer, the teal in her clothes now dark blues and purples. "I'm in shock! That was awesome!! You look so beautiful too!" You said excitedly not really thinking about your words as you watched her face blush and her smile grow.

𑁍༄Freminet:

You watched excitedly as he held up his mechanical penguin, the tiny robot creature looking like a children's toy while he turned the metal key on its backside. Suddenly it's eyes popped open, it's beak moving as a little recording played, "Hello!" It said, making you smile happily, "Awee it's so cute Freminet! Though I don't know if it really counts as magic trick, it's still really cool! Did you make them yourself?"

"My siblings are the magician's...but I'm glad you still liked it. To answer your question...yes I made them myself, though I usually use it more for underwater exploration." He seemed slightly nervous as he spoke, his purple eyes looking away from you as the mechanical penguin waved in your direction. You waved back with a happy smile as you replied, "Awe so it's like your little exploration buddy!" He nodded, his face turning a light pink as he scratched the back of his neck, it wasn't often he showed his machines around and you liking them so much...was nice to say the least.

𑁍༄Kaeya:

Kaeya flipped the coin, sending it at least a foot into the air, your eyes watching it carefully as it fell back down landing between his fingers. He twirled it between them for a moment and even though you were focusing on it as hard as you could, it disappeared before your very eyes. "No way...where did it go??" You wondered out loud, looking around frantically to see if he had dropped it somewhere, as he chuckled teasingly, "Hmm where did it go...oh wait I know~"

Your body tensed up slightly as he reached behind your ear, pulling the coin seemingly out of thin air before showing it to you, the glistening gold of it making your mouth hang slightly open in amazement. "Figured it out? Or perhaps I should do it again.."

"Again!"

𑁍༄Cyno:

Cyno prefers jokes to magic tricks, trying his best everyday to get a laugh from one of friends and usually ending up with a few bored stares instead, but just this once he's decided to attempt the fantastical magic tricks he'd only ever heard of just a few days ago. "As you can clearly see...there is only one card here. This is a singular tcg card of Tighnari right?" He asked, handing you the card for you to confirm that yes, it was in fact one tcg card of Tighnari and as you checked it carefully, you also could tell there was no tricks about it.

"Alright now feast your eyes...as one card, becomes two." He made his voice extra dramatic, as he maneuvered his hands and then walla, the single tcg card actually became two, as if he'd somehow actually duplicated it. You're eyes widened in surprise, a smile playing on your face as you clapped, "That's really cool Cyno!" His face blushed, this was the first time anything he tried had actually went successfully...

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Good luck on your pulls!*⁠.⁠✧

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haro-hawayu · 11 months

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CCS: Clear Card Ch. 75

Waaa I’m so behind!! Was away for vacation for a few days and finally had time to catch up with everything!! The latest chapter can be found on CLAMP-net’s YouTube Channel. As always, do check out @meimi-haneoka's post on the latest chapter for any EN-JPN translation differences!!

Links for previous chapter reactions can be found here.

Reactions:

MATCHING SAKURA AND SYAORAN. I love them!!

It’s the Dream Staff ~ I guess even with all the rewriting that’s been done, not EVERYTHING will get covered up.

Tomoyo-chan coming in with all the tech! Love it!

I love the love and effort that Tomoyo puts in to her outfits for them TuT it’s like all her wishes of Sakura (and Syaoran) to return safely go into every stitch, fabric, and machinery that makes up their battle gear.

Syaoran with wings growing out of his back was always a thing of dreams/fanfic, and my heart just squees and melts everytime seeing it being canon.

Wow, EN ver including “Momo-san” with the honorific! Nice!

Yayy Flight~ welcome back!!

I love that everyone’s all gathered here (including Eriol and Kaho via video call).

Akiho~~ everything will be alright!!

SYAOSAKU MOMENT!

Syaoran’s so cutee ahhhh!!!

I love that they’re having this moment to themselves!!

Sakura growing so wise with her words---I love it!!

Touya-niichan TuT SO SWEET GAHHH. Excuse me bc I’m actually feeling VERY emotional & teary-eyed over this moment because this is Akiho receiving affection/comfort from a “family” member. Can Kinomotos really adopt her anyway after all this over?? PLEASE??

LOLLL OMGSH they are hearing this!! I LOVE THEIR REACTIONS OMGSH XD I bet Tomoyo is like in full happy land for Sakura and will 100% have this video recording saved somewhere!!

ASDFJLK: Syaoran using the rashinban is so freaking cool!! I love seeing Syaoran use magic!! IT LOOKS 100x more epic with this outfit! The wings! The sword! Gah! ><

Wow, the moon was fake!

Sakura with Sword is very cool too! Guess it can’t just be Syaoran looking cool using a sword XD

Powerful magician Sakura is amazing. Powerful magician Sakura with confidence, purpose and strengthened will is even more amazing!!

IT’S THE DRAGON!

Omgsh, Kaito is that you, or is that dragon like... the last boss? Some other guardian guarding you???

Oh man. This chapter was just... so much. So many great things though. I absolutely love seeing Sakura being confident and having a focus/purpose. Of course, for most of the series, Sakura was just lost/confused about what’s going on (with the cards, the dreams, etc) and many times she was wavering in what to do, even now, there’s still a lot of unknowns ahead of her, but she’s so very different now, and I love seeing this. Seeing Syaoran by her side just makes my heart so full of happiness!!

I think the part that surprised me the most was when Touya comforted Akiho. Like, it’s a very him thing to do, but I think Akiho just really needs to experience something like this?!! Since the beginning?!! And seeing this very moment was just... so nice TuT She never had all these friends and family around her to give her that kind of comfort. Sure, Kaito was there, but it’s not like he would have really done anything (cuz he’d always hold himself back) and it’s not like Momo could’ve done anything either without giving herself away. I’m just so happy for Akiho to experience this! I just can’t wait for the Kinomotos to adopt her (please!!!) and for Kaito to return, and Akiho can continue to receive all the love, support and affection from her beloved people who are by her side!

Also, is the Dragon really Kaito after all?? In a sleeping form? Or idk?? A manifestation of his magic? The Associations?? I hope next chapter will finally answer this question!

#Card Captor Sakura #cardcaptor sakura #clear card arc #clear card hen #manga #ccs #clamp

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maggie4thewin · 5 months

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Can I see everyone's (koopalings,boom,and pom) personality traits (like a bio)

Ooh, okay! Let's see what I can come up with...

Lemmy (7) is very sweet and polite towards everyone he meets. He can be a bit too trusting at times, though. He has no control over what direction his eyes point, making him pretty much blind. He struggles to walk and read and do other basic tasks. He wants, more than anything, to be a "normal" kid. Lemmy is also very quick to tears and has bed-wetting issues that keep him from always getting enough sleep; Needing to get up and change sheets instead of getting that extra needed hour of rest. One of his biggest interests is circuses. It seems impossible that he'd ever become a clown given his vision, but somehow, circus stunts seem to be the only thing his eyesight doesn't get in the way of.

Larry (9) is a mostly self-sufficient and independent kid who likes spending his time either playing online video games, practicing sports by himself, working on ventriloquism/shadow puppetry, or doing magic (Like a birthday party/black top hat magician--Not wizardy like Kamek) When he isn't doing those hobbies by himself and is forced to "integrate with society," Larry usually spends that time annoying people by info-dumping about his aforementioned hobbies. He is considered the "annoying one" of his siblings, but really isn't that bad. He's just awkward. And a teeeeeeny bit insufferable.

Wendy (11) is pretty chill and can be agreeable and nice if she wants to be, but can also be manipulative, psychotic, and downright evil just 'cuz she's bored. Gatekeep. Gaslight. Girlboss. Despite being a "girlboss," Wendy doesn't consider herself a feminist. She thinks all genders are equally annoying. She absolutely does NOT struggle to survive in a house with seven brothers*. She fucking runs the place! With the bros* and her dad all wrapped around her finger, plus her own raw strength, this little lady practically has the whole castle under her control! She doesn't do much with that control, though. Most days, she can be seen chilling, watching TV in bed with fast food and a sketchbook by her side, like any, lazy normal tween. She, for whatever reason, really likes Mexican food! Wendy is one of the only characters without some food allergy/limitation so she can and WILL eat just about anything. Most people assume Morton is the snacker who eats all the food 'cuz of his size (Which he does still eat lots of snacks and whatnot!) But Wendy needs to not be overlooked when it comes to mysterious food disappearances.

Iggy (13) is still semi in the closet over being genderfluid and switches between using he and her pronouns, but is fine with they/them. They are very sweet to just about everyone, being very well-mannered and apologetic. Iggy used to be very emotional, and although is still super empathetic towards others, has been somewhat desensitized to their own emotions due to constantly being put into uncomfortable situations (Thanks to Pom-Pom). They don't cry as often, nor do they "blow up" at people. But you can clearly see the visible annoyance on their face build up when stress becomes present. If pushed over the edge, Iggy will usually step into another room and just, exhale aggressively. Iggy struggles with social situations and maintaining hobbies. This is mostly due to the fact that they have the bladder capacity of a literal shot glass. It is really hard to keep focused when you need to stop what you're doing to go pee every three minutes. They are probably one of the only Iggies in the Mario Multiverse who isn't into experimenting. They just can't.

Morton (14) is... How do I say this... A weeb. He owns WAY TOO MANY body pillows, maid outfits, anime/hentai DVDs, and more. He also has tons of MLP merchandise. Like Larry, when he isn't by himself, enjoying his hobbies alone, he's usually talking to his siblings about them. When he grows up, he wants to do anime art commissions. And seeing how his art skills are now, it is very likely that could become a full-time career option for him in a few years. Morton is pretty dorky and calm. A bit of a dummy sometimes, but very well-intentioned. He truly cares about his friends and family and would never intentionally upset them. Morton is also surprisingly well-spoken and good with advice, even in stressful situations. (He happens to read/eat a lot of fortune cookies), so he always happens to have little words of wisdom to share. Even if they don't really fit/help the situation.

Roy (15) is considered a real "player" and has been through several relationships with many different women. His body count is well into the hundreds and he is proud of that fact. Roy is proud of lots involving himself--He takes great pride in his muscular, manly body. Ever since a very young age, he decided "Shells are for wussies!" And now only wears shorts. Despite not being the oldest, Roy tends to act as the alpha male of the house, ordering his siblings and telling them what to do every now and then. That includes Ludwig, who IS the oldest and often gets tired of Roy taking charge and bossing him around. Especially when it comes to him and Boom-Boom's relationship, which shouldn't be any of Roy's business. Roy thinks he knows what's best for everyone. He usually has good intentions, just doesn't like it when his peers don't listen to what he thinks they need.

Ludwig (17) is going through a lot. He has a huge list of allergies, gets many UTIs, is going through puberty, almost got raped as a child, has an eating disorder, etc. But still, he is able to power through with his life and be a good parental figure to his siblings. He can be quite bossy and rude but also very polite and charming, depending on his mood. Ludwig, like Roy, takes great pride in his appearance. Although, he is very insecure about the fact that, because one of his horns got broken off, he will forever be "asymmetrical." Ludwig is extremely germaphobic and is quite the perfectionist, so having an asymmetrical face is a big deal to him. Oh yeah, and the horn that got broken off? Well, the base is super sensitive to touch. Ludwig would like it a lot if you kept your grubby hands far away from his face and especially away from his hair and horns.

Jr (5) is a demon. No other way to describe it. A little monster. Literally. He may look like an unassuming child, but he holds the ability to kill anyone and destroy everything in a matter of seconds. He seems to have no thoughts or conscience. Just. Evilness. He is also SUPER heavy for no reason.

Motley (6) is Lemmy's best friend. [And partner?] She is pretty chaotic and can be very scary, although she is an absolute angel around the people she loves, like her family and Lemmy. She likes spending all her time with Lemmy, helping him, playing with him, and more. If somebody were to hurt Lemmy, they would not live to see the next day. Motley is a proud mom to two pet snakes, Mr. & Mrs. Hisstocrat.

Pom-Pom (12) is a super weird, hyper young lady with a love for many CN shows. She is Iggy's girlfriend and just can't seem to leave them alone. Constantly following them around, giving unwanted hugs and kisses out of nowhere, and generally just giving many "stalker vibes," which go unchecked by almost everyone around her.

Boom-Boom (16) is a young gentleman with a love for old Western films and his pet race yoshi. He loves every aspect of his life, minus the fact that his dad is almost always drunk and abusive to him. (Never his sisters, though). Boom-Boom can often be seen with covered up injuries that he hides, not wanting people to worry for him. Even though he's so sweet and hard-working, nothing he ever does can get his dad to be kind to him.

Topper (19) is one of the Broodals, who work around the castle. He and his siblings came from Europe, meaning that they have accents that nobody else here can quite understand. But that doesn't stop him from constant yelling at people, being seen as nothing but a big ball of rage most days. He's been known to pull guns on people out of nowhere and is generally not fun to be around. Some brave people enjoy antagonizing him just to see what happens. Topper has minor interests in cards, tea, and golf. Being near him if he's losing a game of cards or golf can be quite dangerous, though. And it's pretty easy to get some scalding hot tea splashed on you if you're too close. So... Always be cautious. You don't have to take the warning too seriously, though. After all, his siblings don't!

Harriette (19) is the best of the Broodals at her job, getting work finished in minutes, so she has plenty of time to goof around. She can be very focused and diligent but is often seen as rather loony and hyper. Her behavior can get annoying VERY quickly. While goofing off, she will either go bother her brothers or talk to random workers around the castle, sometimes flirting with them out of nowhere. She has a thing for big, buff, masculine men and has plenty of pictures of random attractive people she saw in public in her room. Her favorite thing to do in her free time is watch cheesy romcoms. And her brothers all know when they hear that saxophone music it means leave Harriette tf alone.

Rango (19) is the most showy and arrogant member of the Broodals, really enjoying talking about himself and his interests. He can be quite cocky when it comes to things he's good at. Of course, he isn't always like that. Rango (Usually called "Vango" by the Koopalings due to not understanding his accent) is also one of the nicer bunnies, always having time to sit and chat with someone. He really likes affection (And attention). Giving him a gentle hug would make his whole day. Rango's favorite hobby is chess, which he gets teased about by Topper very often for. One of his favorite things to talk about is Mimi--His girlfriend from when he and his family still lived in Europe. He isn't really into romance stuff like Harriette, but is still very much in love with Mimi, even after all these years of never communicating.

Spewart (19) is the sweetest Broodal and is very easy to mistake for being condescending or trying to manipulate. Nope! His dorky little head only has nice thoughts floating around, making him scarily optimistic at all times. He can be quite shy and nervous, often relying on his siblings to stick up for him. He enjoys knitting and cuddles, although not hugs due to some stomach-related issues; Hug him, and he might puke on you. (Unintentionally, of course!) In more recent times, Spewart has become a bit distant from his siblings. He's had his eyes on and is slowly forming a crush on one of the other workers around the castle... But the worker happens to be male. And he's afraid of how his siblings will react to finding out he might be into dudes. (Given how himbo-hungry Harriette is and the fact that Rango is still madly in love with a girl he was with several years ago, Spewart believes that his siblings think and want him to be straight like them).

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ghostfaceaddams · 8 months

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summary: Artemis and Zatanna spend their first Valentine's Day together.

warnings: cussing probably and some violence

word count: 3,026

Growing up, Valentine's Day had never been a holiday that Artemis participated in. She thought it was corny as hell and just a way for candy companies to win big in green. She thought it was a pointless holiday. Even when she was with Wally she begged him not to celebrate it. But it was different with Zatanna.

Everything was different with Zatanna.

Artemis swore up and down that the magician hexed her because there was no way she would be going out to a fancy dinner while wearing a fancy dress and fancy jewelry on Valentine's Day! There was so much Artemis did for Zatanna that was so out of character for her.

"That's called being in love Artemis." Wally would say then wrap his arm around Dick.

Barf.

Artemis sighed for what seemed to be the fifteenth time in the last thirty minutes. Zatanna still wasn't back from "patrolling" and their reservations were in fifteen minutes. (Artemis uses quotation marks because when does Zee patrol? She goes where the League tells her and only patrols with Artemis.)

The blonde tapped her finger on her forearm and considered giving up on the whole idea. She hadn't celebrated in the past so why should tonight be any different? Just then there was jiggling at the front door and in came Zatanna Zatara, in all her superhero outfit glory. Artemis had to remind herself to clamp her mouth shut so saliva wouldn't drip onto her pretty navy blue dress.

Artemis was about to ask why Zatanna used her key when she could've just flourished in with a spell, but then her girlfriend was smiling and well, it was kind of hard to formulate words when that happened.

"Hey baby." Pet names was another thing Artemis despised in relationships until she started dating Zatanna.

The blue eyed enchantress leaned down to kiss her girlfriend on the lips but Artemis pulled away. The archer fixed the other girl with a hard glare, her crossed arms stiffening.

"What's wrong?" Zatanna frowned.

Artemis had to get up before that frown broke down all her barriers. "You're late."

The blonde walked several steps away and turned back around to face the girl in trouble. Zatanna spun around easily and smiled carefully.

"Our reservations are in eight minutes, we can still make it."

"Glad to know you didn't forget when our date was." Artemis bit back.

Zatanna frowned and crossed the distance between them in two leisure strides. She slipped her hands out and uncrossed Artemis's arms. Zatanna brushed her thumbs over Artemis' rough knuckles and smiled the universe's most reassuring smile. Artemis defiantly tried to look away from the prodding eyes, but it was no use. In one minute Zatanna would be forgiven.

"In two simple spells I can be dressed and we can be at the restaurant in less than a minute."

"Zatanna-" Artemis went to object but Zatanna was already doing a spell.

"Egnahc otni a ssed."

There was smoke and gust of wind then it all cleared. Zatanna was in a slim fitting black dress that sparkled making her eyes pop out seductively. She disappeared into her bedroom and came back out with a pair of heels. (Right when Artemis got to be the same height as her she got out the heels. Low blow, literally.)

Zatanna reached out and grabbed Artemis' hands, her fingers locking protectively around Artemis. Artemis didn't think she'd ever get over the feeling that came with Zatanna holding her hands in preparation for transportation. She felt safer in Zatanna's hands than she ever did in Wally's arms (or even her dads for that matter). Deep down, like way down deep, Artemis knew Zatanna would never let anything bad happen to her because she loved her the same as Artemis did.

"Actually, I was thinking we could take a cab there." You know, like an actual couple.

"But then we'll be late."

Zatanna uttered a few backwards words and before Artemis knew it they were out front of the restaurant. The blonde gave a slight shake of her head and let Zatanna pull her against her side. Teleportation was still something Artemis was getting used to. Sure the thrill was nice, but it was also a bit disorienting. It was better than zooming around with Wally though.

Zatanna waited three seconds for Artemis to regain her footing before walking them through the front doors. There was a couple already in front of them so they stood back and waited. Artemis bit her cheek to refrain from releasing an annoyed sigh. They were on time but just barely.

Artemis was surprised they were even here at all. All week Zatanna had been dismissing the topic of what they were going to do for Valentine's. Even when they finally agreed on a time and place she didn't seem interested. It was so unlike Zatanna to not want to engage in a conversation with Artemis or to opt out on spending time together. Usually Zee was all over Artemis (not in an overbearing way of course).

No matter how the night went, Artemis would have to thank Ollie for getting them a reservation.

"Have I mentioned that you look beautiful tonight?"

Despite the better of herself, Artemis smiled. She tossed her long hair back and turned to face her girlfriend, angling her head up.

"You realize how cheesy you sound, right?"

"Is it really cheesy if it's true?"

Artemis rolled her eyes but lightly kissed Zatanna on the lips. The couple in front of them had left and the waitress returned so they walked up to the podium. Zatanna opened her mouth but Artemis' voics filtered out instead.

"Zatara, party for two."

Zatanna parted her lips and cocked her head to the side as she looked at Artemis.

"Right this way." The waitress smiled politely at them.

Artemis forced a smile back and followed. Zatanna was silent for several, contemplative seconds.

"You used my last name?"

"Well I wasn't going to use Crock." Artemis scoffed softly.

Zatanna remained silent.

Menus were placed on their table as they were seated and then the waitress left. Artemis glanced over the top of her menu at her girlfriend who seemed to be fidgety about something. Fidgety was definitely not a word she'd use to describe Zatanna. The magician was usually poised and confident.

When three minutes went by without a word between the two or an appearance of the waiter, Artemis decided it was time to take action. Small talk wasn't her strong suite, not even with Zatanna, but she figured she had to make an effort.

"How was patrolling?"

Zatanna looked away from her menu to look at Artemis as she spoke. Artemis admired that about Zee, she always looked people in the eye when she spoke.

"Slow at first. But then Bruce had to leave for a date with Selene so I had to take over for him. I ran into a bunch of Two-Face men but I had it under control."

"Define a bunch." Artemis deadpanned.

Zee chuckled and reached out to unclasp Artemis' fingers from the menu. Artemis sighed and let the magician rub her palm in that soothing way of Zee's.

"Don't worry Arty, I had it under control."

"So you say."

Zatanna smiled at Artemis making her blue eyes shine brighter than bullets ricocheting off of Wonder Woman's bracelets.

"I didn't show up with any cuts or bruises did I?"

"For all I know you could've done a healing spell before walking in."

"You know me so well." Zantanna leaned back in her chair and focused her attention back on her menu.

Artemis hoped that was true because she knew that Zatanna knew her better than anyone else.

Zatanna was back to focusing way too intently on the menu leaving Artemis feeling uneasy. They had been dating for a little over a year now and things had been-well, perfect. But then again, the only other person Artemis had dated was Wally and that was perfect too. Until Artemis faked her death and wanted to get back into the hero life. When things ended between them Artemis had been heartbroken.

It scares Artemis shitless because the thought of losing Zatanna hurts far worse than remembering losing Wally. She sees how Wally is with Dick, how at home they are in each others arms. Wally was willing to get back into the hero life for Dick. Soon enough they would get married, it was inevitable. Dick was the one for Wally. Artemis was sure-no, she was positive that Zatanna was the one for her.

They hadn't moved in together or exchanged "I love you's" yet, but Artemis knew that Zatanna's soul was meant to mesh with hers. Being with Zatanna felt as natural and easy as breathing. To lose Zatanna was like her oxygen being cut off. Artemis wasn't sure how she'd be able to manage in a life without Zatanna, the girl who was magic even without her magic.

She didn't understand why Zatanna was being so distant. It was starting to piss her off because Artemis hated being scared, especially when it came to romantic relationships. She had grown a lot but the fact was that Sportsmaster was still her father and he fucked her up real good.

"Hello. Happy Valentine's Day. My name is Dandy and I'll be your server for today. Can I start you ladies off with drinks?"

Artemis looked up at their waiter. Dandy had hair that was as black as Zatanna's and was gelled back. He was in a white buttoned up shirt with a maroon apron around his waist and black dress pants. His clothes made him seem older than he was. By closer inspection Artemis figured he was barely seventeen.

Zatanna opened her mouth to request a red wine but then there was a huge explosion from outside that rocked the entire building. The overhead lights trembled and several short circuited. There were screams all around with people ducking for cover. Glass from the windows shattered and there was suddenly gusts of wind coming in.

The magician was by Artemis' side in seconds, examining her for any injuries.

Just then Zatanna's phone rang. She whipped it out of her purse and held it up to her phone.

"Zatanna. We need you and Artemis to get to the Gotham docks. Batman and Catwoman are too far away and won't make it in time." Dick's urgent yet calm voice carried through.

"Who are we facing?" Zatanna asked.

Artemis groaned. So much for a nice and peaceful v day with the girlfriend. Maybe normal was too much of a cliché for them.

"The Joker has imported teddy bears with bombs implanted inside them. You need to take down his guys. Bart and Eduardo are going to get the bears."

"And The Joker?" Zatanna arched an eyebrow.

"Bruce will take care of him once he lands."

"Okay. We'll be there." Zatanna hung up and turned to Artemis. "Ready for a wardrobe change?"

"This wasn't exactly how I imagined changing clothes tonight, but what the hell." Artemis quipped.

"Egnahc otni smrofinu!"

There was a cloud of smoke and a gust of warm wind rushing over the two women. When it all cleared both women were in their superhero gear. Zatanna stepped forward and grasped Artemis' hands, much like she had back in the apartment but with more urgency now.

"Woah." Dandy squeaked.

"Mahtog skcod." Zatanna murmured.

This time there was no time to regain her footing. Artemis was thrust into battle with the Joker's goons upon arrival. She groaned and blocked one of the guys blows with her arm. She kicked him in the chest and unsheathed her sword.

Zatanna was already muttering spells and blocking attacks. There was a blur of red and yellow and Eduardo teleporting inside of the truck. Artemis didn't waist anymore time to attack.

It was a pretty even fight, especially with Bart and Eduardo knocking guys out of their way on their way back and forth. From the stinging in her hands Artemis could tell she was punching harder than she needed to. It didn't matter though.

She elbowed one of the guys attempting to grab her from behind in the face and shot one in front of her with an arrow. She heard the crunch of the nose from the guy behind her breaking and whipped around to roundhouse kick him. Another guy soon came charging but she only hit him with an arrow. Someone else tried to attack her from behind, wrapping his arm around her and attempting to choke her.

Artemis elbowed him three times in the ribs-harsh-then stomped on his foot. She used this opportunity to grab ahold of his arm and used her weight to fling his body around hers onto the concrete. There she wrenched his shoulder out of his socket earning a cry of pain. She stomped on his face and shot a guy behind Eduardo.

"Kind of harsh wasn't that Arty?" Zee mused from behind.

Artemis turned around and saw Zatanna crinkling her eyebrows together. There was a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth but her eyes were dark with concern.

"Tsiwt ruoy elkna." Zatanna said to the guy charging her and turned to fully face Artemis.

"Are you tired of me?"

"What?" Zatanna was clearly taken aback by Artemis' blunt question.

Artemis had no idea why she was choosing now, of all time and places, to have this raw conversation with Zatanna. But it was happening and she was full of adrenaline so there wasn't any turning back.

"This whole week I've been trying to make plans with you and you wouldn't listen. I was better off talking to one of Poison Ivy's plants than I was you." Artemis vented.

Zatanna put her hand up and sent a goon flying back.

"And patrolling? Really? The only time you patrol is with me Zee. It's like you were delaying going on the date, you even used your front door instead of teleporting in!"

"Artemis." Zatanna tried.

"Raquel told me how when you guys were together, you set up this whole romantic date and were all excited. Why were you so put off tonight?"

Bart whizzed by in Zatanna's background, taking out three goons. She reached out and awkwardly grabbed Artemis' gloved hands. She heaved a heavy sigh and kicked her boots against the concrete. The only time Artemis ever saw Zatanna do that was when she was being scolded by Bruce.

"Artemis, I promise I am not tired of you. I'm nowhere near getting tired of you."

Artemis stood there patiently awaiting the rest of Zatanna's explanation. Both girls had trouble opening up so they knew to be patient if the other one was doing so.

Zatanna bit her lip for a second before plunging on. "Valentine's Day is supposed to be a day of grand gestures. In the past, with Dick and Raquel, all I had to do was buy flowers or watch some rom com. They were nice but, I was a kid then and I didn't love them."

The l word definitely did not go unnoticed by the archer. Zatanna inhaled a big breath and exhaled again.

"I know it's only been a year but," Zatanna glanced around and smiled bashfully. "I was planning on asking you to move in with me."

Okay, Artemis was definitely not expecting that to come out of Zatanna's mouth. The blonde just stood there gaping at the other girl like a fish on land. Zatanna smiled uneasily and shuffled her feet.

"I've kind of been in love with you since that Halloween night when we took down Harm. This sounds cheesy but when we got together, it felt like a dream come true. I thought that maybe after a while it would all go away, that either I finally got you so I wouldn't want you or you'd leave like my dad. But neither of those happened. And I realized that I really love you and want you to mo-"

"Move in with you." Artemis finished in a dead trance like tone.

"Yeah." Zatanna finished breathlessly.

They both stood there in silence, the only sounds being sirens in the background and the humming of the waves. The loudest noise of all was the hammering in Artemis' chest. She was sure that her heart was going to burst out of her chest and explode all over Zatanna's white buttoned shirt. She definitely didn't want to scar Zatanna for the rest of her life and leave her jaded about love.

She couldn't believe it. The whole week, Artemis was scared that she was losing Zatanna when Zatanna was scared about losing Artemis. Asking her to move in and dropping the l bomb didn't seem to be the direction Zee was heading in, but Artemis was happy that's what ended up being the case.

"Are you moving in with her or what?" Bart hollered.

Both girls turned to look at Bart who was standing several feet away. Eduardo elbowed him in the ribs causing him to rub them.

"The kid has a point."

Artemis giggled because she always thought that Zatanna would be great with kids, but it turns out she's completely awkward around them.

"Sure, I'll move in with you."

"Crash!" Bart exaggeratedly fist pumped the air.

"And?" Zatanna raised an eyebrow.

"And what?" Artemis mused.

Zatanna huffed and jutted her lips out slightly. Artemis giggled and rested her forearms on Zatanna's shoulders. Zee immediately rested her hands on Artemis' hips. She loved watching Zee squirm because the magician was usually so cool and confident. It was nice to know that even Zatanna Zatara could get nervous.

"I love you too, Zatanna."

Zatanna beamed that mega watt smile that was more magic than the spells she conducted on a daily. Artemis smiled back, Zatanna's too infectious not to. They both leaned in and attached their lips.

"Double crash!" Bart exclaimed over the exchange of I love you's.

"Zee?"

"Yeah, Arty?" Zatanna hummed.

"Take me home." Artemis beamed, the never ending feeling of euphoria blossoming in her chest.

"As you wish."

#dc animated series #young justice #snaibsel #zantanna zatara #artemis crock #artemis crock x zatanna zatara #also posted on ao3 under wankyyy #need season five despereately #preferably with them as endgame #or at least canon #gfaddamswritingcorner

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corinneecrivaine · 2 months

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The Day You Healed My Soul.

Chapter 6

Between Past and Present

Sapphic Romance Fanfiction

Main characters Kit and Jade (Willow 2022)

A soft morning light gently awoke Kit from her daydreams, lulled by memories of Emma that still permeated every corner of her room. She got up, leaving her notebook on the bedside table, preparing for her new day. However, the events of the previous day had unsettled her, subtly manifesting themselves in her every hesitant gesture and the troubled look she furtively caught in the mirror.

Arriving at the restaurant, she exchanged a shy smile with Jade before plunging into work. The day passed between services and cocktails, complicit exchanges and glances that spoke louder than words.

Jade mentioned Boorman's invitation.

— Ready for tonight? she asked.

Kit hesitated, her eyes reflecting a deep uncertainty. Going to this party represented a confrontation with her complex emotions and with the spark that was growing inside her, a spark named Jade. She let out a sigh before answering.

— I'm not sure it's a good idea for me to come.

But Jade persisted.

— And missing the Boorman parties that the whole island is talking about, impossible. (She put her hand on her friend's shoulder.) It'll just be a chance to have some fun. We can go together if you like.

Although the idea of being at this party filled her with apprehension, she finally agreed.

The hour drew near. When she opened the door, Jade's sparkling eyes awakened a glimmer of wonder in her. A mutual attraction captured in their knowing glances settled in. Although still reserved, Kit took a deep breath, preparing herself to face the life that continued to unfold around her.

Once there, the two friends found themselves immersed in a magical, enchanting atmosphere. Strings of lights surrounding the façade of Boorman's warehouse projected their dancing glow onto Jade's sparkling dress, making her even more seductive. At her side, wearing elegant black canvas pants and a navy-blue silk blouse, Kit radiated an aura of mystery and charm.

The mystical sound of musical notes, at times soft and melodious, at others percussive, combined with the enchanting scent of jasmine, carried by a gentle breeze, overwhelmed Kit with a sense of fulfillment.

The two friends were mingling with guests dressed in extravagant outfits, when Boorman, as eccentric as ever, swapping his paint-splattered vest for a psychedelic jacket, matching pants and fancy jewelry, joined them. His eyes widened with an enthusiastic smile.

— You look radiant !

Jade looked at him and replied with mischief.

— Thanks Boorman, but don't go overboard..

He placed a hand over his heart dramatically

— You make a magnificent couple.

Slightly embarrassed, Kit quickly retorted.

— We're friends.

Just then, a female voice, full of excitement, rang out in the distance.

— Jade !!!

Elora radiated unreal beauty. Dressed in white pants that harmoniously emphasized her gait, matched with a lace bustier. The lines and sophisticated cut of her outfit highlighted her natural grace, caressed by magic. Her face lit up with a radiant smile, she rushed to embrace her friend. In a burst of joy, Jade made the introductions.

— Elora, let me introduce you to Kit.

Kit smiled warmly.

— Kit, this is Elora, the island's pastry magician and our invaluable baker. She's our bread supplier.

— Ladies, I don't want to interrupt this wonderful sentimental moment, but if you'd like to head over to the buffet. Boorman exclaimed, spreading his arms wide, revealing the hearty dishes just waiting to be savored.

— Great idea, I'm starving. Said Elora enthusiastically.

Kit discovered a buffet of a thousand colors, pyramids of exotic fruits, alongside rivers of melted chocolate flowing down gourmet fountains, and veritable edible sculptures with heavenly names. A variety of seafood dishes, refreshing and phosphorescent cocktails.

— You're right, Jade, Boorman doesn't do things by halves !

Jade picked up a skewer of delicately grilled seafood and handed it to Kit.

— Here, taste this.

An explosion of flavors caressed every taste bud on her tongue, between the salty sensations and the tenderness of the grilled, spicy seafood. Kit felt transported into an ocean of delights. Her gaze met Jade's, creating a silent sensory connection between the two young women.

— Little did I know that behind this eccentric being was a famous cook.

Elora hurried to reply to Kit.

— Oh no, it wasn't Boorman who prepared all these dishes, but his friend and my baker : Lori.

Kit smiled before answering.

— In any case, this Lori seems to be an artist in the kitchen. It seems like every dish is an edible work of art. And you, Elora, what's your specialty ?

Elora laughed softly.

— My pastries. They have a fairytale touch, especially my muffins.

Jade couldn't help but intervene and add mischievously.

— You're very modest, Elora. Lori didn't cook all by himself, and the names of each preparation are rightfully yours.

Embarrassed, the young woman changed the subject.

— Welcome Kit to our enchanted world. Let yourself get lost in the magic that surrounds you.

Just then, a young man arrived, with casual elegance and a mischievous smile. He adjusted his jacket slightly, looked at Kit with an air of curiosity and declared in a soft, melodious voice.

— If magic hasn't enchanted you yet, Princess, perhaps a poetic melody might remedy that.

As he spoke, he approached Kit and curtsied, placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

— May I introduce myself : Graydon.

The young woman was taken aback by the man's long black hair flowing wildly around his face, and his beard accentuating his neat, elegant appearance, making him a man from a bygone era. He wore a dark suit with a white satin shirt. His vest, adorned with fleur-de-lis motifs, and a fine silk scarf accentuated his aristocratic style.

Elora smiled and answered Kit with a touch of humor.

— I don't know why, but he always thinks he's a prince from ancient times. (She turned gracefully to Graydon) My princely poet. she said before kissing him.

Graydon answered her lovingly.

— You radiate elegance, my love. I love it when you wear those refined pants and bustier. They enhance the sparkle in your eyes and your natural charm.

Exasperated, Jade retorted.

— We're going for a walk. she said, before walking away with Kit.

The two friends let themselves be carried away by the bewitching magic of the party, lost in the enchantment of a crowd vibrating to the rhythm of the music. The intoxicating phosphorescent drinks projected a verdant glow, reminiscent of fireflies dancing in the middle of the night in an enchanted forest. With every sip, a fruity explosion of exotic flavors ignited the palate. Every smile exchanged, every silence shared, forged a deepening emotional bond. Kit felt the weight of her emotions intensify, crescendoing, passionate, as she shared moments with Jade. Their eyes met, reflecting a glimmer of complicit tenderness.

A little later in the evening, everyone gathered around a campfire whose golden flames mingled with the blue of the starry night. Graydon played his flute, accompanied by local musicians improvising a gentle melody. The air was charged with aromas, a mixture of wood-fire smoke, the salty scent of the ocean and incense fragrances evoking a sense of mystery. The sea breeze gently caressed each member of the group, soothing them. Scorpia had joined them, snuggled up against Boorman, her eyes fixed on Kit.

As everyone was lulled to sleep by the music, Boorman took a deep breath and shared a few words with Kit.

— Graydon's parents have run the island's most famous family distillery for generations. They look forward to Graydon taking over.

— What does Graydon want to do ? Kit asked curiously.

Boorman smiles, delicately holding a cup of tea infused with local herbs.

— Well, he prefers to write poetry and play music. His grandmother used to say that music is a balm for the soul. He finds fulfillment in the arts, unlike the conventional family business.

Kit's face darkened slightly, her thoughts unconsciously wandering to Emma. She sighed before asking.

— Is it so difficult for him to reconcile his artistic aspirations with his family's expectations ?

Boorman shrugged his shoulders.

— I guess it's a daily struggle he has to face between his obligations and his choices.

Kit nodded and inhaled deeply, enjoying the sea breeze and the warmth of the campfire. She saw in Graydon's story her own emotional struggle.

The music gently stopped and the musicians put down their instruments. Scorpia turned to Elora.

— Why don't you tell us the story of the island's guardian.

Everyone cheered her heartily.

— Ok. A long time ago, a man seeking redemption for all his past deeds was lost at sea. Alone on his boat, doomed to certain death, he was drawn by a distant call. The benevolent spirits, protectors of the island and nature, had just saved his life. Discovering the beauty of this place, he let himself be guided by the songs in every tree, every leaf, every trickle of the waves.

Considered a living link between magic and the inhabitants, he became the island's guardian. Some say he's always there, his spirit linked to this enchanted place. In quiet moments in the middle of the night, it's possible to hear his whispers in the sound of the wind. Others claim to have seen lights guiding lost souls.

Lori arrived just then, and as she joined the group, he added.

— As much as this island has a bright, salvific side, it also has a side that will engulf anyone in the abyss of their soul.

Scorpia angrily stormed off.

— Damn it, Lori, you just ruined the mood !

But Lori insisted.

— Come on, Scorpia, don't tell me you've never felt there was something sinister going on.

Scorpia shook her head.

— No, I don't feel anything like that. This place is a source of healing and peace. That's all that matters to me.

— Fine, think what you like. But everyone knows that there can be no paradise without its dark side. This is the duality of all existing things. Shadow cannot exist without light.

To ease the tension, Boorman stood up and invited everyone to follow him.

— My faithful friends, it's time to honor our tradition of wishing lanterns.

He led them to a place where piles of lanterns twinkled like will-o'-the-wisps.

Jade, whose face was bathed in the soft light of a lantern, shared with Kit the secrets of this enchanted custom.

— It's an ancient tradition. We write our wish on this small parchment and place it in this lantern. We release it into the sky, and the universe makes it come true. Here, your turn.

She handed Kit a small piece of parchment and a lantern. The latter hesitated, skeptical at the idea, and murmured.

— A wish... Between the possible and the imaginary.

Enthralled by the mystique of the moment, Jade urged her friend to accept.

— You do have one wish, Kit. Everybody's got a wish.

— After all, we're on a magical island. she replied with a smile.

Kit took the small piece of parchment and the lantern and set off on her adventure. As she wrote her wish, it seemed to her that this intimate gesture carried meaning, as if each word placed on that small piece of parchment simultaneously connected her to Emma and freed her from her suffering.

As they launched their lanterns together, watching their ascent until they disappeared into the starry background, Kit, her eyes riveted on her wish, let a slightly melancholy thought turn to Emma.

Graydon roused them from their reverie by wrapping his arms around both of them, and with a big smile, shared the existence of a mystical presence at the party.

— Ladies, would you be up for an escapade into mystical territory ? A reliable source tells me that the island's most exceptional adventure teller is attending the party.

Kit and Jade exchanged glances. Without giving them time to react, Graydon led them through the crowd, directing their attention to a small, secluded tent. The red sails danced in the night breeze, giving off a subdued glow.

Before leaving them, he spoke passionately.

— Ready to let yourself be guided through the twists and turns of spiritualism ?

— I think when it comes to magic, or whatever you want to call it, I'll be fine. Kit replied dryly.

But Jade, her eyes sparkling with excitement, was no longer listening to her friend.

— Absolutely, Graydon, we're ready. she says excitedly.

She ignored Kit's skeptical look and headed for the little tent. Kit sighed before following her, murmuring to herself, "You look too much like Emma, Jade."

Graydon left them, winking and smiling.

Inside, an enigmatic woman awaited them, seated at a small round table draped in a white velvet veil, on which rested various esoteric tools. Her hands, gloved with fine black lace, were clasped in front of her, and her mysterious allure was accentuated by a long, dark cloak that concealed most of her body. Her untidy, deep-black hair framed her face with indiscernible features, concealed by the flickering light of the candles on the table.

With a graceful wave of her hand, she invited the two friends to sit down. The young women complied, looking at each other in silence before taking their seats.

The fortune-teller gently took each woman's hand, her gloved fingers gliding tenderly over their skin. Despite the aura of mystery that surrounded her, this woman seemed imbued with benevolence. When she spoke, her soft, melodious voice echoed in their minds.

Whispering, she said :

— Together, we'll explore the depths of your soul, where your most secret aspirations and deepest fears reside. I invite you to surrender to this experience, to let go and trust the process. Be open and honest with yourself.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply to harmonize her own vibrations with those of Kit and Jade. After a few seconds, she lifted her eyelids and stared at the two friends, but her attention was particularly focused on Kit.

— There are so many shadows in your Kit eyes, the past intertwined with the present, both linked by a strong pain in your soul, a burden you can no longer carry or hide behind that bandage.

Kit shivered at the words, the candlelight flickering to the rhythm of her anxious heart. Her voice trembled slightly as she asked:

— Who are you, anyway ? How do you know my name and what do you know of my pain ?

Preoccupied by what she had just heard and her friend's reaction, Jade gently placed a comforting hand on her arm while whispering softly :

— It's all right, Kit.

The fortune-teller smiled slightly at Jade's reaction, then took a deep breath before answering Kit.

— I am the messenger of the past and the present. I see beyond appearances and feel the soul's deepest emotions. Your pain is so visible in your aura, a suffering that has haunted you for far too long. What remains is an absence, a love, both unfinished. Your father knew the secrets of this island. Your beloved Emma left you a flame that consumes you.

The words struck Kit like an icy punch to the soul. Her heart raced, sweeping away any attempt at inner calm. Not knowing what to think or feel, between anger, sadness and perhaps hope. She tried to conceal her emotions, but the tone of her voice betrayed her when she asked :

— My father... What do you know about my father ?

Stunned by the evolution of the session, as she became aware of the intense pain linked to this absent father tormenting her friend's soul, Jade tightened her embrace on Kit's arm to show her presence and support, addressing her with a look of solicitude.

The fortune-teller continued to address Kit in a soft, soothing voice.

— Explore this island, Kit, discover its mysteries, dive deep into your soul. It's time to release those emotions and thoughts that hold you back. Don't be afraid of what you might discover, for it's in exploring your deepest truths that you'll find peace.

Caught up in rage, a storm of fury swirling inside her, Kit stood up abruptly.

— That's enough!!! She exclaimed as she left.

Jade turned back to the fortune-teller, her face marked by concern.

— Sorry.

But before she could leave the room, the mysterious woman called out to her.

— You were destined to meet in this place, Jade. Your destinies are intimately linked.

*******

Overwhelmed by her emotions, Kit decided to isolate herself, and as she walked through the drunken, joyful crowd, she felt a mysterious call that guided her towards Boorman's warehouse.

As she explored this unusual place, a temple of heaps of objects, each stranger than the last, the lights flickered, creating dancing shadows on each shelf. Her footsteps led her to the motorcycle. She turned to Emma.

— What am I doing here, Emma ? I don't know what to think, what to feel.

She placed her hand on the motorcycle seat, closed her eyes and let the silence wash over her.

Suddenly, a presence at her side broke the stillness of her thoughts. Kit reopened her eyes and saw a shadow approaching her. For a brief moment, she thought she saw Emma's face, but as the figure took shape, she realized it was Jade. Jade gave her a sympathetic look.

— I'm... I'm sorry, Kit, about what happened at the seance. she murmured tenderly.

But as her friend remained silent, looking back at the bike, Jade tried to soften the situation.

— Are you going to restore it ?

Kit took a deep breath and nodded her head.

— I can’t.

— Kit, accepting Boorman's offer doesn't mean you'll betray Emma's memory. (She paused before adding.) Do you think she would have wanted you to stop living ?

— What do you know about what she would have liked or not ! You don't know her !

— Kit, listen to me, I...

Jade tried to calm her down, but Kit, her fists clenched, took a deep breath, her emotions still bubbling up inside her, and cut the conversation short.

— Coming here was a terrible mistake !

She left, leaving Jade alone, silent, meditating on what had just happened.

When the young woman returned to her group of friends, Scorpia couldn't help but intervene when she saw her sister's sad face.

— Where is she ? Scorpia asked sharply.

— Stop it, I have neither the desire nor the strength to argue with you. Jade replied in exasperation.

In order to calm the tension between the two sisters, Elora addressed Jade gently.

— Come with me.

She pulled her away from her sister and began to question her.

— What happened ?

— I hurt Kit's feelings unintentionally by mentioning Emma. She locked herself in her anger. she replied sadly.

Elora took her hands.

— It's painful for her, caught between her past emotions and the present. Find her. Just tell her you're sorry. I don't think her anger is directed at you, but rather at herself.

*******

Kit walked along the moonlit beach, seeking some solitude to soothe her spirit. She gazed at the horizon, where the stars, twinkling on the surface of the ocean, lulled her soul with the gentle melody of the waves. The solitude and contemplation of this natural immensity were for her a refuge from the emotional storm that overwhelmed her. When she turned her head, her gaze met that of Jade, motionless, a few yards away. Without a word, a torrent of emotions passed between them. The gentle breeze caressed their faces and accompanied Jade's footsteps, an echo of tenderness vibrating in the air of that magical night.

She stopped beside Kit, their eyes gazing at each other. She spoke tenderly.

— I'm sorry Kit, I didn't mean to hurt you. I know how hard it is for you, this suffering you're going through.

Jade gently took her hand. Kit shivered involuntarily at the touch and, against all expectations, welcomed the gesture by tightening her fingers around Jade's.

— I'm sorry, Jade, for getting so carried away. I don't know how to deal with all this, my emotions, my pain.

— You don't have to face it alone.

Kit smiled slightly, then let herself go against Jade. The two women remained silent, lulled by the gentle melody of the waves. Their heartbeats were in tune, and a feeling of peace washed over them. The moon illuminated their silhouettes. They remained entwined, enjoying the moment.

*******

Alone at home, Kit couldn't get the fortune-teller's words out of her head. Sitting on her bed, she tried to understand the meaning of her words.

She murmured to herself, "What connection could my father have with this island ?"

Just then, she plunged her hand into the cover of her notebook and pulled out a photo of Emma. As she looked at the portrait, she thought back to the vision of the warehouse.

« Were you really there ? This place is driving me crazy. »

She thought, overwhelmed by a mixture of confusion and apprehension.

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bookworm-called-bear · 2 years

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Honestly I have so many ideas for Rose and the petal pushers.

One- all of them have flower names or plant names, something that both matches and is opposite their personality.

There were four members of the band, drummer, lead guitar, bassist, and Rose(lead vocals and piano). And they all met each other in detention in high school. It was for different things but they all became really good friends.

Their sound is between punk and rock, and occasionally they’ll do disco(at the bassists request). They love being theatrical and wear totally out there outfits without care for what people think.

The members each have wildly different personalities and here’s what I think

Rosemary(Rose)- Lead Singer and Piano Player, voice of reason who is slowly loosing it to the chaos, drinks solely coffee and will stay up writing with no care in the world. I think she was one of the shorter girls and was made fun of. She was about 5’4.

Belladonna(Bella)- Bassist and backup singer, sunshine chaos. Casually says things like “there’s no written punishment for a war crime.” She has minor ADHD and often drinks energy drinks to try and mellow out. She is the person to not drink water for days but force her band mates to take care of themselves. Her dad is dead and she doesn’t know much about him only that he is a magician and liked music. Belladonna was one of the taller girls at 5’8 and she had long red hair that she had tied back, she was often compared to a Fox or cat.

Dahlila(Li)- Lead guitar and backup vocals, the chaos enforcer. She loves doing random things at random times. She will wake you up at three in the morning to break into a pool and the girls will reluctantly go along with it. She helped make the band and she lives with her Aunt because of circumstances. She is just a bit shorter than Bella at 5’6.5 and had short, jet black hair.

Gladiolus(Greere)- Drummer and backup vocals, protector of everyone. Greere came from the hatred of her full name and how she was made fun of for it so Rose, Bella, and Dahlila came up with a nickname for her. She tends to have snacks in hand (gluten free ones for Rose and dairy free for Dahlila) in case the girls get hungry during practice. She’s the tallest at 5’11 and buff from growing up on a farm.

I love them so much

#rose and the petal pushers #jatpwomen #jatp #oc: belladonna #i love my oc #Dahlila #rosemary #Gladiolus #flowers #girl bands

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tea-and-conspiracy · 2 years

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Prompt 8: Tepid

When some gangly Ishgardian named Emmereaux Dufresne first showed up in the colony, Olivie Lachansseau thought he was hilarious.

He was clearly no magician. In fact, the boy probably wouldn’t know magic if scarves started blowing out one of his ears. But as out of place as he was, he clearly wasn’t of Ishgard’s upper crust, either; he had the arrogance, but lacked the narrow mind. So he was in the right place, as far as she could discern.

In order to figure out why, Olivie began to station herself in the same lobby after her classes ended, and studied there – or occasionally “studied” there -- all afternoon. Inevitably Emmereaux would pass, allowing her to heckle him. That hadn’t been part of the plan, but for whatever reason as she saw him appear, the first words out of her mouth were:

“Is that the only outfit you own?”

It turned out that it was. Oops.

But that did open the floodgates to conversation. He was a goldsmith’s son, who had grown fascinated with his father’s watchmaking. Unfortunately his sire had perished in a recent Dravanian attack and, as that was the only family that Emmereaux had left, he had come to Sharlayan to learn clockwork from their mammet masters instead. He’d had to sell everything he owned, including his father’s little shoppe, in order to afford the tuition.

“But this is just a temporary setback,” Emmereaux said, with ironclad confidence and eyes as cold and bright as Ishgard’s winter sky. “When I return home I will open a factory, and then I’ll be rich enough to live up in the Pillars. I’m going to make it so that my children never know hunger and cold the way I have.”

Perhaps a wiser woman would have found that laughable – the empty boasting of a cocksure youth, who’d yet to be body-checked by reality. But there was something different to Emmereaux’s brand of confidence. It was less arrogance and moreso roaring defiance: a bold-faced challenge to the hand fate had dealt him. As a student of astrology, Olivie couldn’t help but to find herself intrigued.

And as it turned out, the unique combination of his single-minded determination and her celestial guidance achieved just that. Emmeraux got his factory and his fortune. Olivie never would have pictured herself living atop a high tower in distant, snowy Ishgard, but somehow she fell in love and became a baroness in the process. Now here she sat almost thirty years later, long hair blowing out the window as though she were some fairytale princess, watching fresh powder drift onto the rooftops far below. She watched it fall and fall, and found her heart had frozen over as much as the land outside.

She hadn’t been awake for that. No, she was the only person in Eorzea to have slept through Dalamud’s fall, at least in the metaphorical sense. Ishgard had only ever seen a witch when she walked through its gates in Emmeraux’s arms, and neither was it wrong. The Inquisition had cost her her sanity for a full decade of her life. And while she was eternally grateful for Eliane and Barengar’s efforts in fishing her back to reality, those were ten years she would never get back.

A lot had changed in those ten years. She knew she certainly had.

So had Emmereaux.

It wasn’t the accident. She would have loved him regardless of how able-bodied he was or wasn’t. But it was harder to ignore what was within. Emmereaux had always been sharp and calculating before – had always had something of an ego – but he’d also been an honest, honorable man. Pillars life had eroded that away, warping him into a cunning patriarch. He’d absorbed many of Ishgard’s less-endearing traits in a bid to survive and fit in up here in the Pillars, and they were traits she noticed in Eliane now as well. Despite Olivie’s best efforts, Eliane was very much her father’s daughter. As House Dufresne-now-Requingris continued to grow in power and wealth, she could tell which way the winds were blowing.

No, too much had changed. The longer Olivie haunted these halls – whether with or without her mind – the more she felt adrift. She could feel the sea calling to her again, found herself longing for the foggy shores of home. She’d never even seen Old Sharlayan before, but her family had secured passage for her there.

She could live with them, maybe finally earn her Archon’s mark...

And...

A rugged knight rode up on his chocobo far below. Even if the bird hadn’t been the only purple one in the yard, the man stuck out from his sheer beastly size alone. Olivie had to smile, warmth blooming in her chest to see him safely returned home.

If he could come with her, selfish though the thought was, her new life would be complete.

But now came a rap at her door. Olivie turned to open it; Emmereaux was waiting on the other end, as golden and regal as ever. Once upon a time she would have blushed at such a sight; it saddened her somewhat to feel so tepid towards him now.

He’d worked so hard to save her, and now here they were.

“Is it time?” she asked.

He nodded. Emmereaux understood, of course. This had been his decision as much as it had been hers. How could one hope to rekindle a romance ten years dead?

“All the papers are in order. We need but sign them,” he said. “I’ve made certain you’ll have enough to live off of comfortably.”

She smiled a little. “And your peers? Are you not worried?”

For just a moment his eyes sparkled, and a coy smile stretched across his lips, and he looked his younger self again. “Oh, don’t worry about our reputation, my dear,” he said. “Eliane will have us covered.”

#ffxivwrite2022 #olivie lachansseau #house dufresne #sharlayan #ishgard #yep #ellie's parents have officially divorced #i'm sure that's going over well in the pillars #don't worry it gets worse

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The Pink Trio & Carol

Fantasy Au

The dilligent Magician was a bit lost in the new kingdom she entered... given she didn’t know how she could enter the main part of the city and guards stopped her, she decided to search for a place to stay in the underground parts of it... it was an uneasy feeling to walk through the streets... Shady people, thieves, Mercenaries, she felt a bit off among the folk and hoped people would in her hood just not pay attention to her...

Intuition led her to a somewhat extravagant building that stuck out like a sore thumb among the old and rampant building as she hesitantly made her way to the door she found two mercenaries talking.

“Did you know how much he charges for information... although it is worth the prize, I can’t help but feel he has much deeper ties... as if he had the nobles under his thumb.”

“Its impressive really, for him to stay here and be neutral to kingdom and enemy alike... only making profit from playing most rich people here.”

Her eyes were curious and she did need a ticket to get to the upper city, might as well start here... getting in the building however the atmosphere made her nervous again. Men and Females alike in provocative clothing, Drinks and other Beverages sold over the table, many threatening looking people sitting down the seats, she gulped a little at the sight... Eventually she sat down to look at the bartender, long pink hair and an odd look, those wings on his back looked unusual and although he wore a skimpy dress too she could see it was man speaking to her.

“My what pretty green eyes, I haven’t seen you around here, you seem a little too innocent for this place, maiden.”

“I am old enough if that is what you ask me, I just heard there was an informant here and I wanted to talk to him.”

She grew worried as the Bartender continued to eye her, untill she saw him smile and call someone over.

“Can you take over for me, I have to show this beautifull lady to the Boss, I am sure he would love to meet her.”

The other worker nodded and soon she got taken to the back rooms... just to grow more flustered. She passed rooms where many were making out or going further, as another curious worker joined them both.

“My Name is Lustre and who is walking beside you is Maya, technically we both are more of the higher rank workers here... what is your name young Lady?”

To be polite she took off her hood, feeling a little more clam after hearing his voice and looking at them both.

“I am Carol, wandering Magician with a certain goal, hence I travel from Kingdom to kingdom.”

Lustre chuckled as Maya also eyed her a little and smiled. Both stopped in front of a room and pushed away the curtains.

“If you wanna meet the boss you have to dress appropriately. You will get your clothing back but, he isn’t keen on simple magicians clothings. Also you don’t have an audience scheduled with him so this is the only way I can sneak you in.”

She grumbled a little looking how much skin this would show but then sighed and got dressed behind the curtains... for her goal it was fine to endure this for a little while... and as she came out both of the guys were gushing at her looks as she was redfaced...

“W-will you take me to him now?”

“Of course.”

“So pwetty...”

She wasn’t used to all this attention but she kept her head up as they headed to the last chamber in the back, her heart beating fast wondering who this so called boss might be... and as she entered the room, she was greeted by wealth, the smell of cooked meat, and a very tall man sitting on something similar like a throne... his shirtlessness made her even more nervous as she fumbled with her fingers before taking a deep breath and wanting the speak up but Lustre was quicker. He and Maya both leaned to his side and smiled.

“You two really brought me someone beautifull today... whats the occasion?”

“Milady here wanting to ask you something herself so we let her in... we made sure she carries no weapons before thanks to the outfit too.”

Now things made more sense, so that is why she had to drop her belongings in the other room and had to wear this outfit, they were clever and cunning. Maya got some pets from the man as he waved her over.

“The name is Jesh, owner of this Local and the informant of this kingdom... how about you come closer and tell me what you need.”

She stepped forward but he didn’t speak but instead led her to come closer and closer untill he patted his lap invitingly...

“Y-you don’t expect me to-”

“Well how else will we stand on equal terms if you don’t agree to mine.”

Great its one of those guys... trying to tease and get you into things. She still reluctantly agreed sitting down on his lap but in general looking nervous, he eyed her like a snack to eat but she didn’t get distracted and just told him clear what she wanted.

“I want to know a way how to get into the upper city, my goal is to teach the kingdom healing magic so diseases can be stopped and things get much easier for the people... hence I study magic and teach wherever I can.”

“And you get yourself in danger like this for that goal?”

“O-of course I do... it is of utmost importance that I do it or else... more people will suffer cause of this. “

He looked at her curious. The most people approaching him had selfish goals, greed, temptation, revenge... but here he saw a woman with only intentions of saving people and making the world a better one... he slightly began laughing.

“W-what are you laughing about?”

“You know... I really like you, pretty girl. Whats your name?”

“Carol... “

He took her chin in his hand and smirked...

“Then lets make a deal... I will let you stay the night here, free of charge and in the morning I guide you to the upper levels... however in return you will spend the night in my personal chambers and bring me something Valuable from the big city.”

“Y-you can’t mean spend the night l-”

“No, I won’t force you into things, but I want to get to know you... “

She wasn’t sure if she could trust his words at all but thinking about it and knowing she still had her magic at hand she nodded.

“One night at your chambers and I bring you what you desire from the upper levels... and in return you get me there. I will agree to these terms if you keep them.... but I won’t be getting close to you during staying in your chambers, alright.”

“Only as far as you want to go, beautiful. “

His smirk made her blush again as she stood up from his lap...

“Lustre, Maya, get her back her belongings, let her dress up back in her clothes and then lead her to the dining room. I won’t be taking audiences for today, for tonight we will calm down and rest a little.”

“Yes Boss.”

The two both gave Carol a smile as she followed behind them, her heart still raced quick and she didn’t know what to think.... but for now she had to deal with what was coming...

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As the dinner was concluded she as agreed before followed Jesh into his chambers and let her belongings rest on the table nearby, taking her hat off and hanging her coat over the chair as she saw him undress before her which made her nervous.

”D-didn’t I tell you-”

”Relax... I just need to get out of this uncomfy clothes into something more appropriate... if you don’t wanna stare you can turn around but... I don’t mind if you wanna stare.”

She nodded and turned to the wall untill he said he was finished, it still made her nervous... at least she didn’t need to undress before him cause she had most of her sleeping wear under her clothing... as she was done she layed down in bed next to him...

”Say would you tell me a little of the other kingdoms?”

“I guess so you have more information to use?”

“Not really... I am curious about you and... I never been outside of the kingdom.”

She turned to him just to see him smirk.

“Why me? I am not remarkable in the slightest.”

“There isn’t every day where such a beautifull Lady like you swings by my place, might as well use it.”

Her face turned bright red as she hid it behind the blanket...

“Your flattery will get you knowwhere but... I can share a little about myself... at least what I want to share...”

They talked for the night untill eventually she just passed out.... still the next morning she felt herself being asleep in his arms and panicking cause of it... at least the night was over.

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I went overboard with this, I am sorry. XD

#twisted wonderland oc #twst ocs #twst oc #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland original character #twisted wonderland ocs #twisted wonderland #carol ann #carol x jesh #carol x lustre #carol x maya #carol x pink trio

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aloeverified · 3 years

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Miraculous Ladybug Headcanons:

These are mostly for my MLB deafbug au, but they work for the show in general.

Nino has a pet tortoise named Michelangelo.

Nino's favorite show is One Piece and his favorite character is Zorro.

Adrien likes photography.

Kagami likes poetry and keeps a poetry journal.

Nathaniël asked Marinette to be his date to his Bar Mitzvah and she helped him pick out his outfit.

Chloé and Sabrina are on the tennis team.

Kim in on the track & field and the swim team.

Nino is Muslim.

Nino is Afro-Latino.

Chat calls his baton Batman because of an inside joke with Ladybug he can't even remember anymore.

Adrien is an awful cook.

Adrien doesn't know how to ride a bike (Marinette and Luka teach him how).

Max is the captain of the robotics team.

Juleka and Rose are childhood best friends.

Nathaniël is an only child and grew up with a single mother.

Adrien talks about his family the same way Cat Valentine talked about her brother.

Felix plays the violin.

Marc's dad owns a tiedye shop.

Max has two moms.

Sabrina's mom is a nurse.

Felix and Adrien used to go see famous magician shows together.

Marinette loves Junji Ito mangas.

Rose's favorite candy are the pink M&Ms.

Marinette is vegetarian.

Juleka loves astrology.

Marinette loves older foreign films, especially romance and horror.

Adrien loves crocs. Too much.

Nino knows all the Ninjago lore because his brother watches it religiously.

Adrien also knows all the Ninjago lore because he's a loser who watches it.

Marinette, Nino, and Alya have babysitter hangouts (Adrien joins once and promptly decides he wants siblings).

Felix watches every Disney movie with his mother when they come out. They also occasionally watch chick flicks because he loves his mom too much to say no.

Tom bought Marinette a trans flag after she came out as bi because he assumed the pink and blue meant liking boys and girls.

Juleka has a speech impediment and knows Sign Language.

Rose has two dads.

Juleka likes taking Rose on tea dates.

Luka can play the guitar and drums.

Rose can play the guitar (yes, it's pink).

Juleka and Luka decorate their guitar and bass with stickers. Their mom adores it.

Luka and Juleka always have joint birthday parties since neither had many friends growing up and ran in the same circle.

Nino loves robot shows and movies so he's actually really interested when Max talks about his robotic club activities.

Max always helps Nino if there's something wrong with his dj board.

Alix is obsessed with Loki.

Zoë joins the school's drama club.

Juleka is the one to dye Luka's hair, and later Zoë's. She's interested in attending cosmetology school for hairdressing.

Adrien is a hardcore Swiftie.

Marinette listens to a lot of French and American rock & Chinese pop songs from her mother's teen years. Not many people know her favorite bands, but Luka likes when she shares her playlists with him.

Adrien has horrible fashion taste (canon).

Adrien once called Plagg his little meow meow after seeing the phrase on Twitter.

Marinette is buff.

Kim and Marinette are gym buddies.

Adrien is very indecisive due to never being allowed to make decisions for himself. He worries about making the wrong choice and being faced with disappointment, and getting the same treatment that his father gives him.

Felix is very interested in literature, especially English literature.

Felix is learning Latin.

Felix and Marinette bond over their love of fashion.

Marinette made her parents and herself customize aprons to wear at the bakery.

Despite favoring her rollerskates, Alix also skateboards and regularly visits skateparks.

Chloé loves strawberry milkshakes.

Marinette loves hot chocolate, but only with cinnamon and little marshmallows inside.

Marinette has taken two different martial art classes.

Adrien and Nino watch soccer together and it's their favorite sport.

Nathaniël definitely has a peanut allergy.

Felix's favorite food is bread.

Marinette has tried to break a watermelon with her arm muscles before.

Alya introduces her friends to Marvel and Adrien developes a crush on Tom Holland's Spiderman.

Luka once called XY a straggot.

Kagami bit people as a child.

Adrien and Nino religiously plays Just Dance on their bro dates. Natalie walked in on them once and pretended she didn't see Adrien making a fool of himself.

Luka follows a hate page for Dr. Phil.

Juleka was taller than Luka for most of their lives.

Rose loves cutesy shows and aesthetics like Hello Kitty, Barbie, Ever After High, etc.

Rose and Juleka watch TBHK together.

Marinette's comfort movie is The Goonies.

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hereforhalstead · 3 years

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Showtime

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: Not this one! Just fancied writing a little jealous Jay piece as I thought it had been a while👀 hope you enjoy!

• Warnings: Swearing

• Summary: Voight asks you to go undercover with Adam in which you decide to tease Jay about it as the unit are unaware of your relationship.

• Words: 3083

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You sat at your desk as Voight called everyone to gather round his office, he makes his way over to the whiteboard and swings it round to show the information on the other side, your eyes wander over the board and the sight of so much detail and CCTV stills. You can’t help but realise you never saw him write any that down, so dread to think the hours he was here until last night to put this plan together.

He was clearly having one of his days where no options were wanted and or needed, he blitzed through the minor details and barely stopped to take a breath. You all stood watching as he reeled off information that you were all supposed to be taking in, you were secretly hoping someone else was paying more attention than you as it seemed to be going in one ear and out the other. You find yourself loosing concentration as you focus on a random spot on the board, you jolt as Kevin nudges your arm. You turn to see Voight raising his brows at you, jaw hung open with the corner of his lip turned in spite “Sorry, what?” you quickly straighten up and actually focus on what he’s saying. “Nice of you to join us again, Y/N” he shakes his head and continues to point out details on the board.

A few moments later you had pretty much got the gist of the plan but it then came to giving out roles “Halstead, you’re gonna be posing as a bar tender to keep an eye on movements inside”. He barked his order and Jay nodded in response, “Kim, you’ll be a drunk club goer who’s trying it on with Jay so you’ll both be near by”. She rolled her eyes at Jay who always seemed to be used in some form of flirtatious way during these things which suited him but didn’t sit well with you. You trusted your team and would never doubt their intentions but it still wasn’t ideal for them to throw themselves at Jay during these missions and you couldn’t even make a well natured sarcastic comment about how he was yours.

You and Jay had been somewhat of an ‘item’ for a few months, you found yourselves growing closer after becoming partners and soon one thing led to another. Unbearable tension built and Kim was the one to call you out on it, fed up of being put in the middle of your silly spats and childish arguments when it was clear how drawn to each other you were. You decided to keep it between the pair of you as Voight made it clear he wasn’t a fan of relations within the unit, Jay struggled at first but after seeing the way Voight laid into Kim and Adam he soon realised you had a point. It was all fun and games at first, sneaky glances across the room, little touches in the locker room but there was always going to be some negatives that you hadn’t planned for. For example, the way girls throw themselves at Jay was something you’d never get used to. I mean he truly was something else but the way they would do anything to get his attention made you cringe, what was even worse was how he would try and wriggle out of the situations but they would follow him around like a lost puppy. You’d watch as he’d get more frustrated with not being able to tell them he wasn’t single and how he looked to you for help but you couldn’t do much more.

Jay found it equally as hard as he was quite a jealous and protective person, this was magnified when he was thrown into the deep end of men flirting with you and him having to just stand back and watch. He would step in every now and then if they really weren’t getting the hint but if he intervened every time he wanted, someone definitely would’ve caught on by now.

Voight finished giving out instructions and demands of Hailey and Kevin taking roles of surveillance in the van parked outside the venue. He was quick to dismiss everyone which left you and Adam without direction, “What about us Sarge?” Adam questions and the group hang back, thinking they’ll be involved in a change of plan. “Oh yeah, how could I forget. The main stars of my show” he slings an arm round each of you as he pulls the pair of you to face the rest “Everyone, meet the new hot couple in Intelligence” he proudly announces and you see Jay’s face drop but you’re just as confused “Come again?” you question but Adam doesn’t need telling twice as he doesn’t seem to doubt Voight’s decision “Fine by me” he winks towards you. You look to Kim and cock your eyebrow with an unimpressed glance, she shrugs back at you and smiles which puts you slightly at ease as you didn’t want to step on any toes due to you knowing how it felt to be put in that position with a certain detective. “I’m putting the pair of you undercover, Adam as the big man and you being his not to clued up eye candy” Voight pats you on the shoulder as you notice Jay roll his eyes “Thanks Sarge, won’t take it personally” you sarcastically respond.

“Go on, go get dressed up the pair of you.” he releases you from his hold as Adam receives a high five from Kevin followed by a “my man” in praise. “I sent Trudy out to pick up some outfits for you, go and get them from her and get your arses into gear. We leave in an hour.” Voight heads back into his office and shuts the door behind him, you make your way over to Kim’s desk and perch yourself on the edge “Why couldn’t he choose you? Surely he knows you have much better convincing power with Adam than me” you mutter but considering the room was in silence you knew everyone could hear. “You know what he’s like with me and Adam, he’s probably doing this in spite of me” she moans “Just remember to stay on his left side, he always favors his right” she adds and you laugh “he’s such a girl”.

“M’Lady, shall we go and get red carpet ready?” Adam approaches and offers his arm out to you, you run your eyes up and down his body in judgement but he doesn’t move “Come on, it could be worse. You could be stuck with Halstead” he scans his eyes over to Jay who was already leaning on his elbow and watching the pair of you “Suppose you’re right” you respond to play along with his jokes. Jay tilts his head and a sarcastic grin flashes on his face before turning back to his paperwork “Let’s go you two, why are you still here?” Voight’s rough voice echoes through the room as he storms out of his office “Trudy picking outfits? If I come back in a bin bag just know it was better than whatever god forsaken mess she has picked” you whisper to Kim who chuckles as you take Adam’s arm and head down the stairs to Trudy.

You’re taken by surprise as she pulls out the clothes from the bags, she’d picked out a nice white shirt for Adam with some tailored black pants and some black leather shoes. “A little magician like for me but I’ll take it” he comments as he takes the bag from her, she stares him down with her intense gaze and then turns onto you. You feel yourself dreading what she will present you with but your jaw nearly drops to the floor when she picks out a little satin black dress and when you say little, you mean little. The corresponding black heels soon get placed on the counter and you can see Trudy trying to conceal her smugness but failing “This the kind of thing you wear for Mouch?” Adam asks and laughs to himself but Trudy doesn’t mirror his humour “I rarely wear anything for Mouch” she winks and Adam clears his throat “I’ll leave that alone if you don’t mind”.

You take the bag into the locker room and slip into the dress, this wasn’t you’re normal attire but you were not mad in the slightest. The shortness of the dress would take some getting used to but once you got the heels on you felt incredible. Luckily, you always kept some make up in your locker due to plans within Intelligence being pretty last minute and you liked to make some touch up’s before you headed out to Molly’s for the evening. You took yourself over to the mirror and began applying your make up, a little heavier than usual as you wanted to match the aesthetic of your outfit but still nothing crazy and thanking yourself for washing and straightening your hair the night before so it was already good to go after a quick brush through. You studied yourself in the mirror and was quite impressed with the outcome and dare you admit, excited to see how riled up it would make Jay. You took out your phone and sent him a quick text message, simply saying ‘Sorry in advance’ so you could say you gave him some form of pre warning.

Stuffing your old clothes back into your locker you head back upstairs and can feel your heart racing as you get closer and closer to the top of the steps. As soon as you come into sight, you’re met with wolf whistles and various comments to which you never know how to respond “Damn girl, didn’t know you had it in you” Kevin pipes up as his eyes roam your body “Not mad about it, not mad at all” Adam chimes in as Hailey coughs to interrupt “Keep it in your pants boys, you don’t see Halstead drooling over her. Be more like him” she adds and you laugh to yourself at the irony. Jay clears his throat and makes his way over to you, your heart thumping so hard in your chest that you’re sure everyone is bound to hear. He hands you a necklace and you stare at him confused, he picks up your hand from your side and places it in your palm with more force than you were expecting, taking you slightly aback “Voight wants you to wear this, something about how it can be a present Adam gave you but it will really be where your mic goes”. Adam peers over at the necklace and nods “I’ve got good taste, you’re very lucky” he suggests with a wink, Jay soon returns to his desk, avoiding all eye contact and turning his attention back to his monitor.

“Are you not meant to have a bag of some sort?” Hailey asks and you check inside the carrier bag Trudy gave you but see nothing resembling any accessories “Nothing in here, might’ve left it in the locker room though”. You place the bag on Kim’s desk and head back down the stairs, passing Trudy’s desk as you go. She takes a double look as you stroll past and nods to herself “Not bad Y/N. You’ve got a great stylist” she compliments and you dramatically flick your hair in response, “What’s up with the mood Halstead?” she keeps her eyes on you despite her talking to Jay who makes his way down the stairs “I’m not in a mood?” he snaps back, regretting instantly as she widens her eyes at him “Tell your stompy feet that then” she looks him up and down and then smiles at you “Smash it kid”.

You feel some sort of warmth from Trudy despite what people think of her, she always had a soft spot for you and you found comfort in seeing her as your ‘work mum’. God for bid she ever found out that you think of her that way though, she’d probably stop speaking to you all together..

You stand at Trudy’s desk and wait for Jay to leave but he doesn’t seem to be budging, you feel him staring at you as if he is waiting for you to make the first move “Sorry, did you want something or?” she asks and Jay shakes his head “Voight sent me down here to help Y/N look for something in the locker room” he is quick to respond but you knew it was bullshit, Voight couldn’t care less about you finding a bag let alone putting 2 people onto finding it. You push your thoughts aside and carry on walking to the locker room you had just been getting ready in. The sound of your heels clicking on the hard floor sure turned some heads and it was just your luck a drunk group of men were in one of the rooms to awaiting questioning. One of them leant against the door frame and wolf whistled, the other joined him and made some comment about how you looked but you didn’t give it any attention, Jay on the other hand couldn’t stop himself “Sit back down and shut the fuck up before I make you, we clear?” he slammed the door shut behind them but you kept walking.

“What are you really doing here Jay?” you question as you enter the room, holding the door open for him before walking over to your locker. You hear a loud thud as he shuts it behind the pair of you and leans his back against it, his knee bent as he picks off a bit of fluff from the thigh of his jeans “That dress new?” he asks, still not looking up at you and focusing on his jeans “You know it is, Voight only told the entire team that Trudy bought us outfits?” you huff as you fail to find any form of bag or purse that was intended for you to use.

You begin to walk around to check other areas you had been within the room, the bathroom, the mirror but nothing seemed to jump out. Meanwhile, Jay was still stood leaning against the door and watching your every move intently “You gonna let me leave and do my job or?” you stand in front of Jay but he doesn’t budge. Instead he simply turns his nose up and shakes his head “Well then do something useful and help me put this necklace on” you hang the jewelry from your hand but he just stares at it “Or I’ll just do it myself then. Fuck sake” you mumble under your breath and walk back over to the mirror.

A few moments go by and it was no use, you couldn’t get the necklace on by yourself and Jay was still being as useless as ever and not moving to help, instead strolling over and sitting on one of the benches in the middle of the room. “Guess I’ll just get Adam to put it on for me, or Kevin. I’m sure they’d jump at the chance to help” you think aloud and strut past Jay who reaches up to catch your wrist before you can get any further “Come here then”.

He pulls you down onto his lap and you can feel his breath against the nape of your neck, a shiver run down your spine as he touches your skin and moves your hair to one side “Looking forward to being coupled with Adam? You look great together” he remarks and you roll your eyes at him for ruining what could’ve been one of your private moments that you were starting to crave. You stand from his grasp as he manages to fix the necklace round your neck and head for the door to leave but he is hot on your trail “Something bothering you?” you ask but Jay responds by looking down on you with that glint in his eye and mischievous smirk to try and divert your attention from how he is behaving “You don’t even have to say a word for me to know you’re lying if you say you don’t care" you chuckle but Jay isn’t amused.

“Go and have fun, I’m sure I’ll have a great time watching the pair of you all over each other” he comments with gritted teeth “I’m sure we will have a blast, might even stick my tongue down his throat" you quickly add and curse yourself for not thinking before you speak “Go for it, gotta make it convincing” to your shock he agrees but the way his fists hang tight at his side and his nostrils are flared tell a whole different story “You really need to work on your lying skills detective”.

You can sense the rage running through him as the pair of you stand in silence, your eyes flick over to the clock and realise you’re meant to be leaving at any moment and they will be wondering where you are. You place your hand on Jay’s cheek and see him lean into your hand slightly, no matter how tense he is with you he can never stop himself from giving into your touch. “We best get going, I’ve got to see a man about a new boyfriend” you tease causing Jay to regain himself and straighten up “I dare you Y/N. I dare you to put on your little act as best you can because you know I’ll be watching and ready to remind you who you belong to when we’re alone” he threatens and you feel as though your legs could give way out of the weakness he causes you. You know him too well to know these weren’t empty threats and you were now set on going above and beyond to make him jealous “Enjoy the show, baby.”

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plainlo-inthemorning · 3 years

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A Loki TVA/Lokane fic. Rating T.

Previously: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (of 6)

Shine a Light, part 5

He is aware that the love of his life is digging her fingers into his arm and saying his name.

He is aware of Stark standing to his other side, visor off, speaking to someone on the phone. His voice is hard.

But most of all, Loki is aware that all their lives were just changed by a great big terrifying rip in the seam of reality.

Neither Jane nor the Avenger could possibly be completely sure of what they saw. Loki, as much as he desperately wants to, harbors little doubt.

The man he held in a death-grip only minutes ago and who just now disappeared through a doorway conjured out of thin air was somehow … himself.

Another him. Just as the man had said.

After witnessing from afar the double kiss Jane, Loki, who was coming back from a swim, had been more than ready to skip past introductions and just sever the intruder’s head from his body.

But as soon as he had laid hands on him, a torrent of images had flooded his mind – chaotic, confused images that seemed to span past, present, future and beyond.

The shock had made him lessen his grip and the double had used his (his!) magic to throw him off.

With some distance between them and Stark suddenly there as well, Loki had tried to let his rage quell the dizzying realization. Unsuccessfully.

He is still shaking, clutching a dagger in each hand. He drew them instinctively as the other made for the door.

He should have caught him!

“Loki! What did he say?!”

“What?” His thoughts are racing in too many directions to hear her.

“The … man, what was he saying to you?!”

Jane is looking up at him with those beautiful brown eyes, worry and urgency all over her delicate features. Though not fear, Loki notes. His ever-brave wife. Both her hands are now clamped around his wrist.

That thing kissed her.

The daggers disappear and Loki wraps both arms around the mother of his unborn child, almost crushing her to his chest while still staring at the spot where the double vanished.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, love”, he murmurs. He suspects things are very much not okay.

So does Jane, of course.

“Loki, was it … oof, not so tight … “

She wriggles against him, and he remembers his amor. And her condition. He immediately relaxes his arms a bit while letting the leather and metal melt back into the clothes he wore before: Black jeans and a fitted, dusty green t-shirt (his “rockstar outfit”, Jane had called it, when Loki first started switching up his human wardrobe some years ago now). Drops of saltwater still cling to the ends of his slightly curly raven locks.

“Tony! Jane, Loki! What on Earth was that?”

Pepper jumps out of the car parked in front of the house and runs towards them. She must have seen everything as she drove down the road following her flying husband.

“The verdict’s still out, Peps”. Tony nods at Loki. “You wanna chip in here? I just called the boy-scout at headquarters and told him to be on guard for one of the magician’s interns playing a prank”.

Loki shakes his head slowly.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think Stephen had anything to do with this”.

“You’re right, I didn’t”.

All four of them turn around to see the sorcerer step out of a swirling ring of light, his cape billowing around him. The mahogany floor and paneled walls of his Manhattan mansion are briefly visible behind him before the portal closes with a hiss of little sparks.

Strange is wearing an even sterner expression than usual which only adds to Loki’s growing sense of dread.

Tony, however, groans loudly.

“Dude, really? Couldn’t you at least have let us have dinner before party crashing? Not shaming your bachelor lifestyle or anything, but this was couples’ night!”

“Tony!” Pepper hits her husband on the arm.

Strange ignores him.

“I’m afraid the arrival of your surprise visitor indicates that a set of … unfortunate events have been set in motion”.

As always, his voice is as even as if he was reading the weather forecast, but by now Loki has learned to differentiate the (very) subtle nuances between scorn and sincerity. Strange places his hands behind his back and regards them coolly. “I’ve had Wong reach out to Doctor Banner and director Fury. They should be here shortly. Stark, you may want to-”.

Tony narrows his eyes, lip twitching.

“Hey, Bleeker Street, you know I have low tolerance for you showing up and barking orders without giving two f**** for context. How did you even know that something was going down here? By all means, don’t keep us in suspense until the cavalry gets here”.

Strange doesn’t answer, but the way his eyes dart to Jane sends needles through Loki’s heart.

“Let’s go sit down, shall we?” With one eyebrow raised, Strange puts on a suave smile and gestures towards the house. The effect is a little startling.

Jane ducks out from under Loki’s arms. “Jane, don’t you want to-“. She brushes him off.

“Yes, good idea, Stephen. Let’s go sit down”. She motions for Strange to follow. “Welcome to our home. I was actually making drinks before, but I think I need to add a bit more kick to them…”

Her voice is oddly calm, and Loki fights the urge to grab her and magic them both far, far away, not caring that she would be furious with him for making decisions on her behalf.

He’s brought back to the present by an even odder sound as Strange actually chuckles.

Loki is not sure he’s ever heard it before. Then again, it’s not that he really knows Strange when it comes down to it. Like Tony, Loki finds the wizard exceedingly arrogant.

Pepper is the first to follow Jane and Strange across the lawn while Loki and Tony hang back.

“Real ladies’ man when he wants to. Who would have thought”. The billionaire superhero scoffs. His suit has folded itself off and into a briefcase next to his feet.

“Tony-“

“Uh oh. First name basis. So this really is an emergency”.

Loki faces his friend. Often in the past years, as they’ve grown steadily closer outside of “work”, he has secretly marveled at how long they’ve come since someone threw someone else off a building after being called a diva.

And attacking a city with an alien army.

Jane always insisted the two “hotheads” (her word) had a lot in common when not trying to murder one another (be it with weapons or sarcastic commentary), and Loki has to admit she was right. The metal man is fiercely intelligent, and Loki has been enjoying the quick-witted snark between them infinitely more than he ever valued the company of Thor’s band of gullible warrior groupies on Asgard.

“Well?”. Tony is regarding him with eyebrows raised, expectant. “Give me your take on this cause I’m starting to put together some rather outlandish theories myself here that I’m kinda hoping you’ll thwart ASAP”.

Loki draws in a deep breath.

“That thing with Banner at the tower two years ago-“

“Fuck!” Tony exhales, exasperated. “I knew you were gonna say that”. He squints into the distance towards the ocean, his mouth a tight line. It’s a rare day that Tony Stark is caught under a clear blue sky without sunglasses but for once he doesn’t seem to notice.

Loki takes a step closer to him and lowers his voice so they won’t alert the others just yet.

“I told you then and you didn’t want to listen! Everything about Bruce’s story was off. I know he didn’t remember much after Steve took him down, but you all pretty much accused me of trying to get back at him for, well, you know what, and I kept telling you I thought someone had gotten to him! Now-“

Loki searches for the words. It’s beyond absurd.

“That man was a version of me, Tony. I have no idea how, but I felt it. I saw into his mind. It was filled with images from my past and then … other, recent memories. Dark ones. He came from nowhere. Literally. It didn’t feel like a place. I tried to discard it as a trick, you saw that, but…” Loki runs his hand through his moist hair. “Stephen obviously felt something tear open too. And that is not a good sign”.

He has Tony’s full attention.

“Tear open? Could this other you be associated with your old boss? With Thanos?”

Loki winces.

“No, I don’t think he’s involved”, he says sharply. “But I can’t be sure …”

Tony catches his tone pats his shoulder. “Okay, okay. Shake it off. Didn’t mean to suggest anything. Let’s say he’s not. I’d much prefer that, at least until the wizard presents us with an even uglier imminent threat to the universe. Which, judging by the fact that he’s even here, willingly sipping cocktails in your kitchen as we speak, he probably will”.

Tony throws his hands up with a dramatic air.

“And here I thought the most challenging part of this weekend would be to convince you two to come see Hamilton with us in the city next week!”

“Who’s-“

“Never mind. Did you get a look at that gadget your guy was holding? Boy, he looked like an office slave who’d slept under his desk for a month before getting fired, didn’t he? Were you ever into accounting yourself by any chance?”

Loki shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. Immediately he sees the image of the double kissing Jane, his arms wrapped firmly around her supple body. Rage rushes right back through him and his eyes snap open.

“Stark - I can’t. But yes, I did notice the device. It looked like a phone”.

“Yeah, somehow I don’t think it was the new iPhone”.

Tony shakes his head.

“The two of us and we didn’t take him down. Fury’s gonna have our badges”.

The director of SHIELD and Bruce Banner arrive barely 15 minutes later through a portal in the middle of the meadow-like lawn, following Wong and both looking grim and out of place as they weave around patches of wildflowers to reach the porch.

“Gentlemen, I trust you’re well”. Loki greets the trio with an only vaguely sarcastic nod as he holds open the screen doors to them, like a good host. Despite what some may still think, he can behave.

He could have just used magic of course, but he figures Banner is freaked enough as it is just by being here. The scientist hasn’t spoken more than five words to him since 2014 and at least three of them were expletives.

Once inside the small living room, Bruce goes to stand by the window and busies himself polishing his glasses with a little too much vigor than seems warranted.

He avoids Loki’s eyes but looks up and smiles wearily as Jane comes over to say hello.

Fury leans against the doorframe to the hallway and crosses his arms, face a closed book, and, by the sound of it, Tony is going through the cabinets in the kitchen trying to find something to spice up Jane’s pre-dinner cocktails.

Pepper is talking to Strange and Wong on the blue IKEA couch (assembled by magic after the attempt to go at it “as a team” turned into a shouting match), and Loki is about to politely ask Strange to please spit it out right this minute, when Jane is next to him, taking his hand.

“We need to talk. Now”.

Her voice is low and steady but her eyes insisting. She squeezes his fingers.

He squeezes back. “Come”.

Loki looks to Fury but he’s focused on Strange who’s listening very closely to something Wong’s saying.

Not letting go of Jane’s hand, he turns towards the kitchen. In the doorway they pass Tony who’s now holding what appears to be a glass of scotch. He must have given up on the gin and tonics.

“Hey, where are you two going? Forget about playing hosts okay, let’s just get started with part two of the evening’s entertainment”.

“In a minute”.

Jane pushes past him, ignoring Tony’s look and dragging Loki with her.

She closes the door behind them.

“Okay, so…” Jane looks around nervously in the small kitchen with the rustic white fronts and old brass handles. She loves that kitchen. They haven’t changed a thing since moving in. Loki reaches for her, but she takes a step back. “Jane, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should have gotten there faster. Did he …“

“I need you tell me exactly what he said to you”.

She is absentmindedly opening and closing her fists in the way she does when that brilliant astrophysicist mind of hers is working out an intricate problem in the lab.

Or, Loki knows, when she’s about to deliver him bad news.

He clears his throat. “He said he was me. And that something big was happening”. There. “And then he said he was sorry”.

Jane studies his face.

“That he was sorry? For what?”

“He didn’t say. He stepped through the door”.

Jane is quiet and now it’s Loki’s turn to try and read her expression.

“What did he say to you? I assume he pretended to be me …?”

Jane holds up a hand and bites her lip. Loki swallows.

“Loki, when we were staying at the flat in London, after we defeated Malekith…”

“What?” Loki furrows his brow in confusion. “Why are we-“

“The poison from the monster’s blade, it had you slipping in and out of consciousness for days. You were so feverish…”

“Yes, I know. I was there”. Loki’s blood is slowly turning very cold, but he musters a smile. “And you were amazing, love. Although some might say you took adv-“

Jane interrupts him in the middle of his blossoming smirk. A slight blush appears on her own cheeks.

“Yes, um, it’s not about that day”. She gives him a stern look. “The other day, later, when Thor left after you two went and had your, um, talk … there’s something I need to tell you …”

The door to the living room opens behind them.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, Doctor Foster, I would very much like to hear this too”.

Stephen Strange steps into the kitchen. The door closes behind him.

Part 6

#loki #loki series #lokane #tva loki #loki fanfic #loki ff #lokane ff #lokane fanfic #loki x jane #jane foster #shine a light #plainlo inthemorning #doctor strange #stephen strange #tony stark

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apprenticevida · 3 years

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So I saw the Reversed Courier AU by @drakonishe and I wanted to do the thing for Vida.

I think they would be the court librarian, in charge of keeping track of mystical and obscure knowledge. They inherited the tile from their Tía Duende, who convinced Montag and/or Nadia that it’s be easier for her to train Vida instead of a new librarian.

Vida would make deals with the Devil for knowledge and Queen of Cups for relationships, especially when they catch feelings Asra and Ilya catch their attention. Since the Queen of Cups is a minor arcana her powers aren’t as effective and Vida accepts the role of a useful resource to the two instead. They want to be part of a toxic triad so badly it’s disgusting.

Transformation Stuff

I think Vida’s demon form would look like a peryton. Not intentionally, but because their familiar is a deer and they feel a strong kinship with magpies. Since this Vida didn’t die from the plague they don’t have Basil and Madrigal wasn’t hunted by Lucio after they disappeared.

Vida’s antlers grow and shed seasonally, and they save them to trade with Asra. Not many people use the library, so they don’t normally feel the need to hide them. If someone is in the library, they use an old red scarf as a makeshift headdress. They have been known to say the antlers are a spell or potion gone wrong if they’re caught.

They wear long black gloves to hide their bird hands and claim it’s to protect the books. One of the ways they try to bond with Ilya is to show that they have the same hands.

Tarot Meaning

The Reversed Queen of Cups can mean cutting yourself off from your emotions, being too dependent, and smothering love. Vida has a little too much of all of the above. They put all of their attention and focus on making Asra and Ilya happy. They have little patience or interest in new people.

Asra sees Vida’s affection as annoying and distracting, but values their antlers as components and their ability to find obscure reference material for spells too much to completely ignore them. They (Asra) prefer to use people for their own achievements and Vida is all too willing to give everything they have to the court magician.

With Ilya as desperate for validation and affection as he is, Vida is all too ready to take up the responsibility when Asra isn’t available. Vida also finds a sick sense of power over how Ilya responds to their version of flirting (pressing their boobs against him “accidentally” or leaning over too far so he can see down their shirt. This Vida is not good at being subtle). Ilya is certain their affection is a test orchestrated by Asra.

Extra Stuff

Their outfit is a white “peasant blouse” that sits off-shoulder, a black waist corset, and a Vesuvian Crimson skirt with an asymmetrical hemline.

They rarely leave the library, partly out of agoraphobia and partly because they want to be easy to find for Asra and Ilya.

One of the deals they made with the Devil was to be able to find anything they want in the library. No matter how rare the book or how long ago it went out of print, it’s somehow on the shelves.

One of the deals they made with the Queen of Cups was to always be useful to Asra and Ilya. The Queen refused to directly manipulate Asra’s and Ilya’s feelings so this was a compromise she made for Vida.

#the arcana game #apprentice vida #the arcana #fan apprentice #courtier swap au #this Vida is the personification of unhealthy relationships past #Alexa McArt

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jadoue1999 · 3 years

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Wanda and the life she deserved (she’ll make sure of it) Chapter 2

Summary: Pietro was back, and Halloween was upon them. This day was sure to be memorable.

Previous parts: chapter 1 chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9, chapter 10, chapter 11, epilogue

Chapter 2: Pietro?

Halloween was upon them. Wanda could already hear the excited scream of children as the anticipation of the candy hunt neared. She smiled, it was nice to hear them, she knew Vision was wrong, there were children in Westview.

It was unusually late, 10 am, the twins didn’t let her sleep that much usually. Of course they didn’t, they were babies yesterday.

“Mom!” Exclaimed Billy as he ran in. “Do you have my costume? You said I could be a magician this year!”

She opened her eyes and met the excited gaze of her 10 year old. She smiled as she slowly got up, Vision already out of bed and probably downstairs. She looked through her closet and found what she had stashed away for safe keeping. A red cloak and a blue headband. She presented it to her son, who excitingly put it on over his dark clothes.

“Are you sure mom?” Asked Billy, looking at himself in the mirror. “I don’t know, even for a magician, it seems a little... strange?”

‘Strange... why did that word seem so familiar?’

“Of course! I’ve seen magicians with great powers wearing a similar outfit. It fits you like a champ!” Wanda encouraged her son. It seemed to do the job, and he went on his merry way.

She didn’t have any idea what to wear, but a part of her seemed to want to honor her brother’s arrival with a taste of home, so she ended up wearing a Sokovian fortune teller costume. Vision peeked his head through the door wanting to say something before smiling at his wife.

“Well, I wasn’t aware you were taking part in dressing up.”

“Oh well, Tommy didn’t want to dress up, but Billy did, I decided to amuse myself,” Wanda adjusted the elastic keeping her headpiece in place. “You can join too, you know? If it’s not against your programming.”

Vision chuckled at her teasing and headed for the bathroom, though Wanda couldn’t figure out why he’d need to use it.

She glanced at the clock and frowned, how was it already nearing 4pm? Her wondering was cut short as she heard her brother screaming about blood and water, followed by her twins’ scream of terror. Oh, she just knew it was going to be a long but memorable day.

...

As she sat down with Pietro on the haystack in the town square, she couldn’t help but think about her day. Her brother had brought up memories she hadn’t remembered, and dodged most of her questions. Why would he? And Vision had gone on his own, but Herb informed her that he wasn’t on duty. Why would he lie?

At least her brother was there.

She was pulled out of her thoughts by Pietro, who started questioning her about Westview. She tensed up at the question and looked at him. Why was he asking question? How did he even knew about her involvement? Had Vision talked to him?

“Hey, I’m not some stranger, and I’m not your husband,” so they hadn’t talked, good, “you can talk to me.”

She took a breath, she knew she needed to talk. She told him what she knew, he complimented her on her growing powers and asked for further informations. It was wrong, her brother would never push that much, he had to feel that it was getting too much, right? She turned back to him and was greeted by a vision of his corpse. But that didn’t make sense, he was there, she felt his breathing. Her brain was screaming that something was wrong, he didn’t belong here, she had to do something, she had to-

“Are you okay?” Pietro asked, concerned about his sister’s frightened reaction.

“I’m fine!” She assured him. He unconvincingly nodded, but kept observing her. Although, before he could say anything, Billy came to her, screaming about Vision dying.

“Don’t sweat it sis, its not like your dead husband can die twice,” mocked Pietro.

Wrong

Rage filled her entire being as the words left his mouth. She blasted him into pile of gravestones and hay, knocking him out with her magic. She’d deal with him later. She snapped her children out of their shocked trance and pushed for more information.

Vision couldn’t die, she needed him, the twins needed him.

So she did the only thing she could do; expanded the barrier. She knew it would drain her, but she had to save her love, no matter the cost. When that was over, everyone continued their celebration without noticing anything different, they were oblivious to the magic that just happened or the man laying in the hay. With a look, she made it clear to the twins that it was time to go home. Billy grabbed Tommy’s arm and they sped off. Blue energy still lingered in the air where they had been. Wanda took a deep breath and froze as she heard Pietro grunting, he was waking up. Time for questions.

“Look, sis, I’m sorry I was a little harsh,” apologized her brother, slowly getting up. “I just wanted to defuse the tension.”

“Who are you?”

“What do you mean? I’m your brother,” replied the man, more confused than ever.

A part of her truly wanted to believe it, his presence felt right... but she had to find out the truth. She’ll see what to do with him after. With her magic, she enveloped him in a cloud of red and pinned him against a tree. He protested and struggled for a bit, saying something about her always trying to be the boss of him. He stopped moving a few minutes later, accepting his situation for now. Wanda took a step forward, examining his traits once again. Something about him wasn’t right. Not just his appearance, but even with his presence in the town. He held her gaze, not daring to say anything. She examined his costume. He had picked his runner outfit somewhere in this town, probably a shop, along with Tommy’s. Her eyes were drawn to his necklace. She couldn’t remember if her brother ever wore necklaces in the past, but this one felt wrong. It was giving off strong energy, and not her own.

Why would Pietro need to wear a magical necklace?

Her mind wandered to the previous vison she had of him dead. With a shaking hand, she reached towards it, pleading that once removed, she wouldn’t be looking at a corpse. She tightened her grip on him, as he started struggling in superspeed, desperately trying to get away. The necklace, for something so powerful, snapped away easily.

And just like that, the first crack in her perfect world was discovered.

“Woah, thanks for that,” started Pietro, “now I get why my dad always wears his stupid helmet.”

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