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matts-k1tten · 2 months

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𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞. pt.3

Pt.1 Pt.2

summary: y/n finds her boyfriend (now ex) Chris cheating on her at a party and vows to make him feel the way she did..

warnings: foul language, guys nothing much this part lemme know if I missed anything.

*Not proofread*

purple: Mia

pink: y/n

orange: Chris

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I wake up with the sun shining bright through the curtains blinding me as I wake up.

I quickly turn around to find Mia fast asleep laying on her back with her mouth open slightly snoring.

Trying to go back to sleep, something keeps me up.

I decide to check the time.

I grab my phone to be met with 99+ notifications from none other than Chris.

Memories from last night came flooding back in my head as I sit up abruptly.

I violently shake Mia awake.

She groans. “What?”

“Mia you have to wake up Chris spammed me last night!” I say panicking.

At that she wakes up a bit and slowly sits up.

“Well what did he say?” She asked in a raspy voice.

“I don’t know, I haven’t checked yet.” I say as I unlock my phone and go to messages.

“God damn this man texted me on every fucking app what.” I say looking at all the notifications.

He texted me on messages, instagram, snapchat, twitter, literally everything.

I click on messages first.

I read all kinds of angry messages like “What the fuck did you do?! My house looks like godzilla vomited on it!” or “Why the fuck would you do that?! I get it you’re mad at me that I cheated and I’m sorry but this is a whole other level!” As I read that last text my eye brows furrow.

“What the fuck?! This kid said trashing his house is a whole other level than cheating? like what the fuck she literally was gripping his dick.” Mia laughs as I yell in anger.

“I didn’t even see that!” Mia exclaims laughing even more.

He then texts me again.

“I’m coming to your fucking house to drop off your stuff and talk to you because what the fuck, I won’t leave until I talk to you.”

I gasp loudly making Mia look at me.

“What is it?!” She asks frantically.

“H-he’s coming today.” I say stuttering.

“Oh shit. Well! That sounds like a you problem, I’ve actually got a lot to do today like- um.” I grab Mia.

“Mia don’t you fucking play with me right now! I need you here I’m not gonna be terrorized alone in my own house by my ex boyfriend, so you’re staying here.” I say in here face.

“Alright, let’s go brush our teeth at least PLEASE, I can’t STAND bad breath.” Mia replies unaffected about what I just said.

I roll my eyes as she gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom.

“When is he coming?” She yells from the bathroom.

“I don’t know he didn’t say!” I tell her.

I too get out of bed and walk to the washroom.

Mia hands me my tooth brush and squeezes toothpaste on it. I wet it and start brushing.

Mia turns to me and smiles at me with the toothpaste in her mouth.

I smile back and we laugh.

We continue brushing our teeth until Mia tries to say something.

“Mmrp-ermp.” I laugh and take out my toothbrush.

“What?” My voice kinda muffled from the toothpaste.

She spits. “Are you nervous?”

“Kinda I guess?” I say to her and spit.

Mia gargles water and spits it out harshly.

“Well don’t be, all he wants to do is talk.” Mia speaks.

I gurgle water and then spit it out wiping my mouth with the cloth.

“Yeah I know, but I don’t want to talk to him!” I say gesturing to myself.

“Okay then just don’t open the door and we can watch tv in the living room and eat the snack we bought last night.” She says and gets excited.

I smile.

“Ok let’s go get changed.”

Mia and I are watching shameless when there were frantic knocks at my door.

“y/n open the fucking door! I know you’re in the ere I can hear the tv!” Chris yells from the other side of the door.

Chris coming completely slipped my mind as he keeps banging.

I look at Mia, “Just ignore him and don’t say anything he’ll think we fled the country or something and left the tv on.” She whispers.

I giggle quietly and nod.

Except I can’t ignore him. Just as he said, he won’t leave till he talks to me.

“Y/n! Open the fucking door! You’re cleaning my fucking house!” He says muffled by the barricade keeping him from rushing in.

“And really? The promise ring AND the necklace? I thought you really liked it. I thought you’d never take it off! That one really fucking hurt y/n.” Chris says through the door sounding sad the longer he talks.

I suddenly feel bad and turn to the door.

I hear him sniffle and small sobs coming from the door.

“I really loved you, y’know that?” He says barely above a whisper.

At his words, I feel a tear stream down my face. I go to say something when Mia covers my mouth.

“He’s guilt tripping you! He’s trying to make you open the door ignore him! He’s the one who cheated so why is he crying?” She whisper yells.

I look back at the door once more and wipe my tears.

We continue watching tv as Chris bangs on the door.

“I already said it y/n! I won’t leave until I get to talk to you!” He screams and bangs harder.

“Can we just watch this in my room?” I whisper and she nods.

We turn off the tv and tiptoe away to my room.

I close the door as he still bangs on my front door.

“I asked nicely! If you had just opened the door I wouldn’t have done this!” I hear him faintly.

I look over at Mia.

She looks at me.

“D-don’t worry he’s not gonna do anyth-“ She suddenly cut off by my front door flying open.

“If you want your shit come down and get it!” He screams from the living room and starts to run up the stairs.

Mia hops out of bed and quickly locks the door just in time.

Chris bangs on the door violently while twisting the knob.

“You really shouldn’t keep the spare key under your mat.” He says.

He’s crazy.

He sighs. “Look y/n please just talk to me. Through the door is fine and I’ll leave right after we’re done, I just wanna talk.” He says calming down.

I look over at Mia.

She sighs and nods at me gesturing towards the door.

I look back towards the door.

“What do you want Chris?” I say quickly.

He sighs in relief. “I know I did something wrong and I hate myself for hurting you, but trashing my house? That’s next level.”

My face immediately changes.

“Trashing your house is worse than cheating?! What the fuck do you mean?! Your fucking hand was down her pants and she was sticking her fucking tongue down your throat?!” I scream.

Mia almost bursts out laughing but covers her mouth to muffle her laughs.

Somehow he didn’t hear her. He stays quiet for a moment.

“I-I’m sorry alright? I didn’t know what I was doing and I got carried away.” He says as I hear a small thud guessing he’s resting his head on the door.

“Huh? I saw her pressing her ass on your dick and you just got ‘carried away’?!” I yell again.

Mia is trying to control herself as she quickly tiptoes to the bed and gets in slowly burying herself under the comforters.

“Just leave Chris!” I yell fed up with his excuses.

He sighs harshly.

“I understand.” He accepts his defeat as I hear his footsteps descending.

The front door slams close and Mia pops her head above the covers.

“Is he gone?” Mia asks.

“I don’t know. I’m gonna go check.” I get up and open the door slightly.

Mia comes up behind me.

“Hurry up what are you waiting for?!” I roll my eyes at her and step out the room.

I look downstairs to see my box of stuff.

I run down the stairs to rip open the box.

I dig through to find some of my clothes and gifts.

I get to the very bottom and find a note.

“I’m so sorry y/n, I never meant to hurt you. I will hate myself forever now, I still love you.”

My face softens.

Then I feel the anger bubble in me.

I rip the paper into pieces and plop down on the couch.

Mia sits down next to me and speaks.

“I have another idea.”

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a/n: what do you guys think she’s thinking ?? guys this part is ass don’t flame me.

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celabi · 1 year

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Fem!reader.

To say 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 was mad was an understatement, because he was fucking fuming. His rough and scarred hands clawing at anything they could grab on to, with the unfortunate victim being the arm rest of the couch he was sitting on, well— half sitting on, considering the fact that his body, trembling in rage, was hunched so far forward that it looked like he would slip off at any second.

Kaminari— who was seated beside him (albeit further away then usual) decided he wouldn’t make a snide comment on this one, like he normally would, because he knew the moment he’d open up his big mouth, his head would no longer be attached to the neck. So he fought against his urges to tease the hot head and just mind his own business, though occasionally throwing him glances to make sure that he would not become Bakugou’s next victim when the armrest gets boring to scratch at.

‘I’ll kill that bastard, I’ll really kill him this time!’ The ash blond screams in his head, his fierce, red eyes locked onto one thing and one thing only— you. You looked so pretty in your casual clothes, better then the ugly fucking gym clothes you’d choose to wear when training, because the design of them does you no justice. But these clothes do. It’s cold today, so he’s at least glad you decided to be smart for once and wear a long sleeved shirt to stay relatively warm.

Though it’s not your choice of clothing Bakugou should be focused on right now, but the damn stupid extra, cluelessly standing right in front of you, and although you don’t seem to mind the closeness of their presence, It’s way too close for Bakugou’s liking, because in his opinion, you should communicate with anyone at least three feet away. But alas, he doesn’t own you and you have free will to say and do whatever you please. Though sometimes he wished you wouldn’t, not when the person you’re talking with is him.

Stupid, fucking, Deku.

Stupid fucking Deku who smiles at you so sweetly— a hand on your shoulder while you both converse about hero society and whatnot. Boring stuff that Bakugou couldn’t give a shit about, which is exactly why he shooed you off with a ‘leave me alone’ and left to take a seat when you tried to get him immersed into the conversation. Though now— if he knew how your attention would be solely onto the damn nerd, smiling and looking at him like he hung the stars and more— he would have put up with it and kept guard.

Is he jealous? No, Bakugou doesn’t get jealous. He gets angry. And when he gets angry, he takes it out on anything and anyone. So— with the already little patience he had, had finally dried up, he wastes not time in shooting up from the couch and stalking over towards the both of you, ignoring Kaminari’s exaggerated, loud exhale of relief when he leaves.

He successfully makes his presence known— either from his heavy booted footsteps thumping across the hardwood floor in your direction, or how he’s already shouting loud profanities at the top of his lungs, directed to the poor green head nerd he’s been violently eying for the past minute. “Damn Deku! Get your grubby hands offa’ her!” There’s not a hint remorse laced in his tone, a sign that he’s not messing around.

Izuku quickly does as he’s told, throwing his hands up in front of his face defensively, praying to god that he didn’t anger the boy even more the he already is, when he unconsciously lets out a small, pathetic ‘eek—!’ in surprise. “K-kaachan! What’s wrong?! What did I do?!” He stutters out, mentally passing out when his arms are swatted away and his shirt collar is roughly being pulled upwards, his tips of his feet just barely kissing the ground.

“What do you think you did, ya damn loser!” He carelessly shakes the poor, smaller boy around in air— excavating multiple scared squeaks from him in to process. And when you start to see vibrant, red sparks emit from the blond haired boys hand, you decide to finally step in and break them up.

“Katsuki, quit it. Leave Izuku alone, he didn’t do whatever you’re mad about.” He turns his head towards you, his previously narrowed eyes slightly softening when they land on your face. And although you’re staring at him in annoyance— he still thinks you look as beautiful as you did the day he met you, all while unconsciously letting his hand loosen and dropping Midoriya from his grip, letting him fall ass first on the floor.

“You’re on first name basis with this guy? When did you get so close with him?” He asks, mentally cursing himself by how much softer his voice sounds when it’s directed towards you. You blink once, then twice, making his eyes twitch when you blink a third time. “God, don’t look at me like that!” He tries to ignore the way his face starts to feel hotter, but he’s sure his ears are bright red.

“Why… do you care, who I’m friends with, or who I’m close to?” You slowly question— sending Midoriya an apologetic, tilted smile when he cautiously waves you off and quietly crawls away from the now awkward situation he found himself in. “It’s not like we’re dating or anything, I can bond with whoever I want to. But since you asked, Izuku and I grew close when I helped him confess to his feelings Ochako.”

Now it’s his turn to blink in confusion, staring at you like you grew a second head. “You mean, those two idiots are… dating?” You nod, a teasing smile slowly etching across your face at his baffled expression. “And you don’t have feelings for him… do you?” You once again, nod, making Bakugou let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Why do you wanna know? You jealous or something? Ohh, I see. You like me, don’t you.” Except your teasing words don’t receive the reaction you were expecting. Usually when teased about his feelings, Bakugou would blow up and threaten your life, but this time, his voice his just above a whisper as he embarrassedly looks off to the side.

“Yeah… maybe i do. So what?”

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secondratefiction · 1 year

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A part 2 to the Carlisle head cannon please, on the proposal and turning you.

Sorry this took me so long to get to. Holiday are fun... and by fun I mean utterly exhausting.

(Pt 1)

It didn't take you long to notice some of the quirks about Carlisle and his family...

Somethings you'd already picked up on: the strange coloration of the whole family, the fact he was practically freezing to the touch, the ever changing eye color, and the perpetual absence on sunny days.

You'd kept that to yourself though. Carlisle was a good man, and an even better doctor, that was all that mattered

But now that you were spending even more time with him outside of work... somethings you just couldn't help but notice: the fact he moved too fast to explain sometimes, the strange way he spoke on occasion - mostly, it was the odd terms of endearment that stood out to you, like deoring or sweeting

It was all strange, but he always had a way of deflecting and changing the subject whenever you asked about something

Fortunately, Carlisle had managed to keep you out of most of the vampire related drama.

At least until after Bella and Edward's wedding.

'My family and I are actually vampires and you're sister is pregnant with what we hope is a baby but could potentially be and uncontrollable abomination of a monster' was not the conversation Carlisle had wanted to have with you. But here you were...

You weren't sure who you were more upset with at the time:

Carlisle for essentially lying to you for months

Or your sister for knowingly getting wrapped up in all of this

Bella was actively withering away in front of you though, so it wasn't exactly like you had time to dwell on the very valid reasons you had for being mad at them currently.

And surprisingly, as traumatic as it might be, watching your sister's almost die in the most violent child birth you were likely to ever witness, was a good way to put things in perspective.

Also, considering the literal wolves at the door, you were probably functioning off pure adrenalin and survival instincts at this point

After the metaphorical dust settles, you swear you're going to skin Sam Uley alive if he ever threatens your family like that again.

Between the worry that Bella might not wake up and the new baby, your anger at Carlisle starts to feel a little bit trivial.

Not to mention that he's the only thing right now that makes you feel like you're not completely losing your mind.

Eventually Bella does wake up, new born transformation complete, and between her crash course in vegetarian vampirism 101 and Rosalie finally getting to feed her baby fever, you and Carlisle finally have a chance to talk and work things out.

Life mostly goes back to normal after, that things start settling back down, and you especially are reveling in your new roll as Auntie

At least until someone else comes around to rock the boat.

Well, more like capsize the whole thing entirely. Someone once close to the family when to the Volturi claiming they'd created a child vampire - an act that would damn the whole family

You know things are serious, but it really struck you when the Cullens start gathering witnesses. Alice and Jasper left, and Carlisle asked you to stay away from the house as more and more vampires start showing up.

What you weren't prepared for is Bella showing up one day with three go-bags for you, Jacob, and Renesmee, swearing you to secrecy about the whole thing and making you promise to look after her daughter if things end badly.

The day before this whole thing was supposed to boil over, Carlisle came to see you. He didn't let go of you the entire time he was there... but it was what he said just before he had to leave that really struck you and brought you to tears - "If we somehow survive this, I'm going to marry you."

The man practically flew to your front door once they were sure the Volturi were gone and everyone was safe.

The next day you were ring shopping.

Nurse Doris is high-key suspicious that you were getting married to Dr. Cullen less than six months after your sister also married into the family. The word 'gold-digger' is used once. The word 'jealous' is used liberally in rebuttal.

By multiply people.

After that, there is a serious discussion about turning you. Carlisle is under no delusions of it flat-out not being an option, but it is a very final decision. If and when it happens, it's going to be on your terms.

You decide to wait a couple years, until it's time for the family to move again, enjoy your time with your family while you have it, before you have to worry about secrets and restrictions and holding yourself back.

Collectively, you all decide on Canada for your next home. But Carlisle suprises you at the airport.

You say goodbye to Charlie and your mom and bonus dad at the security check, you're mom's crying, you're crying, the men are just barely holding it together, and you know if you hug your dad again in that moment, he's gonna start crying.

You do it anyway, and he does.

After that though, you don't join Bella, Edward, Jake and Nes at the terminal. Carlisle steers you to a different gate entirely.

A 'belated wedding present' he calls it.

You're not entirely sure what you were expecting, but a whole private island was not it.

The transformation was a bit of a blur, and honestly not something you were every going to really want to remember anyway.

But the two weeks the two of you spent on the island, you were more than happy to have carved into you memory for the rest of forever.

#twilight #twilght imagine #carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen imagine #reader insert #requests #i spent almost 3 hrs on this... it's almost midnight; and my dumb ass should have been asleep 2 hrs ago...

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callsigngray · 4 months

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Soothe (soap mactavish x fem!reader)

A/n-i'm sorry if this oneshot doesn't seem so good. i am tired as fuck writing this but anyways enjoy poeple , also this fanfic with also be posted on my wattpad acc , also (please do not copy , translate or repost my works anywhere else on any websites , apps or social platforms without my knowledge or consent!!)

Warnings - fluff , comfort

It’s been hours since you had heard from the rest of the team. You , soap and ghost had been stuck in the safe house you all had been staying at since comms had been down and price wanted you all to lie low. Laswell said they would send evac three days later but you knew it would be longer. It’s just how it usually was. You stood in the corner of the room sitting down , keeping a nice grip on your rifle. They called you fury since you had been well known to snap , you had a temper and they’ve seen how well your temper comes in handy in the field. They’ve seen your violent tendencies and heard your unhinged Comments and dark humor. You stood quiet for the most part but it seemed to you every little thing ticked you off but you had also been the medic of the team.

“What’s fucking taking so long for evac…”

You muttered under your breath , your frustrations growing and showing greatly as you stood in the corner. Soap had been sitting on a chair in the living area with you as he tried keeping to himself as much as possible as he knew how you could get. Ghost stood in one of the rooms down the hallways keeping to himself as he usually did. Soap turned to you as he heard you speak and he gave a small smile as he tried to ease the tension.

“They’ll come soon I know it-“

“Fucking when? It’s been too fucking long soap and if one of you open your wounds again for not listening to my specific order to stop moving so much I’m letting you bleed out.’’

You snapped as you cut off soap and soap stood quiet as he heard your firm and snappy tone.

you and soap had been dating for a few months , its been a little rocky on missions but you got better with your temper around him but in other certain situations it was a no go and nothing really seemed to get passed that temper of yours. ghost knew better than to tick you off , ghost was a man of very few words and tended to be very cold and bitter but to not want to make you mad was something he made sure of. even ghosts had been a little weary of you. you sighed as the minutes that slowly ticked by and started to feel like hours and your pacing grew more and more, your frustrations grew and your patience was wearing thin. you shook your head as your fists clenched tighter causing your knuckles to start to turn white. soap could practically feel the anger boiling within you. He wanted to calm you , he never liked seeing you in this state even if it was often he still never liked it.

soap then wasted no time as he stood up and he gently grabbed your wrist , his soft touch lingering for a moment. his look was soft as he gazed down at you watching as your hard and stoic features turned confused and a little less hardened.

‘’hey….’’

The Scots tone came out soft and gentle as he spoke to you , his thumb gently brushing over the top of your hand. your once clenched fists became loose and less tense as soap held them , it was a feeling you weren't used to but something you felt you could get used to but your stubbornness was too much for it.

‘’ soap…’’

you warned but he just shook his head as he led you to the croner and sat down on the floor , pulling you slightly to join him.

‘’ sit for a damn moment you stubborn ass’’

you sighed and shook your head as you compiled but you still weren't liking this.

‘’how this is going to help us get evac is beyond me.’’ you grumbled as you sat next to him on the cold wooden floor.

‘’ this isn't to help evac , its to help you.’’ he spoke as he looked at you and you cocked an eyebrow at him.

‘’ bullshit.’’

you glared.

‘’y/n…’’

was all he said before gently pulling you into his lap between his legs , your back against his chest while his legs were around you and his arms wrapped around you gently as well.

‘’ soap-’’

‘’ you need to calm your ass down lass , its been hours since you've been ready to rip one of our heads off hell you even scared ghost away.’’

Soap said firmly , he wasn't wrong.

‘’you just need to calm down.’’

he explained as he gently took your hand again and brushed his thumb over your knuckles gently , his warm touch from his hands on your causings a warm fuzzy feeling to rise within you.

you wanted to push him away , but you found yourself rather comfortable with this. you weren't uncomfortable as you only had a pass for soap. only he ever really got to touch you whether it be slight shoulder touches or simple pats on the back after a good mission. only he got a pass but now this moment was a totally new ball game for you but you weren't complaining even if you wanted to. soap felt you leaning more into his touch causing him to let off a small smirk.

‘’ softening up on me hm?.’’

he teased and you grumbled something that he couldn't quite make out.

‘’like a angry ball of fire that's been dunked under water.’’

he chuckled before pressing a small kiss to the top of your head.

you didn't mind the closeness , much more you rather craved it. you found yourself leaning more and more into his touch as the moments passed and you just let off a small breath as you felt yourself calming.

‘’seems that fires been put out.’’

soap teased and you let off a grumble.

‘’ shut it mactavish.’’

‘’Yet again , you're my fire. you keep me lit.’’

His words were soft and gentle as he pressed another kiss to your head letting himself enjoy this moment with you. you were the fire in his life , the fire that helped him keep warm and stay safe , weather you could seem like an ass sometimes you and him both knew you had each others backs. he soothes you , he was the water to your fire and you were the fire to his match. you kept him going and he kept you sane and calmed.

it was these soothing moments that made you realize that there was light in every moment of darkness.

#mw2 #soap x reader #soap cod #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader

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idontunderstandchemistry · 1 year

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Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

Author's Note: Omg guys, this chapter is so out of schedule ksksksksksk I got trapped in my most recent hyperfixation (AKA my new babygirl Simon Ghost Riley) and forgot to post, i'm so sorry. This one is actually kinda short, but tomorrow I'l post another one to compensate. For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here. Anyways, thanks for reading xoxo

Warnings: none.

Wordcount: 1366.

Chapter Five

Chapter Six: Two little birds

After some time pretending, sleep finally made its way into you. Not soon enough to sake Tim Drake from being blocked, though. It was better this way, you really needed to focus on yourself and your future. His was already sorted, you were the only one with something to lose with this agreement.

Something in the wind that got inside your room made you wake up distressed. His scent. His fucking scent came to bother you even when you were asleep. Utterly annoyed, you got up and walked straight to your window, closing it violently. When you were walking back to your bed, a laugh echoed inside your room.

— Once again you’ve trapped the bird inside a cage — He said and you saw him lean against your desk. Oh shit.

— You know… when Edward sneaked into Bella’s room to watch her sleep in Twilight, it wasn’t romantic. It was creepy — You said, trying to appear calm. You sat on your bed — Are you a creep, Red Robin?

— Maybe more than I should — He admitted. He turned to the glass with the cut stems Tim sent you and laughed in low tone — It seems you’re not in a position to judge me, actually. It’s not the most normal thing to do this to flowers.

— Well, the flowers are mine anyway, I can do with them whatever pleases me — You answered, crossing your arms over your chest — You, on the other hand, broke into a girl’s room in the middle of the night and haven’t even bothered to give her an explanation yet.

— I was nearby and wanted to check on you — He said, coming closer to you.

— Liar — You said with a smile — If you'd done it a year ago I would have believed you, but it’s been a long time. I was sure you had forgotten me.

— Never — He said and it made your heart skip a beat — I know Nightwing and Batman give us bad reputation, but not all vigilantes are mansluts. I don’t go out kissing random people during patrol. And I remember very well the people I've kissed.

— Oh, so you regularly check on everyone you’ve kissed?

— You’re upset. I got it — He said, sitting beside you. Damn — I guess it’s good that the target of your anger were the flowers, then. I’d hate to arrest you.

— What do you really want here? Any bullet holes you need me to suture?

He sighed.

— It has been a rough night. I was around and wanted to see if you were awake. I enjoyed talking to you back then — He said and his legs accidentally touched yours. You sighed as well.

— What do you want to talk about?

— Anything — He said, turning his head to look at you. You wanted to look at him so badly — Why are you upset?

— There’s this boy in my class…

— The one that looks at you like you’re an exótic bird? — He asked and your eyes widened with surprise.

— Wow.

— I told you, I remember.

— Yes, him — You continued — We started to get along in a certain way…

— What do you mean?

— Hm… we decided that in order to end the tension between us, we should hook up — You said after a sigh of embarrassment — And I’ve spent the afternoon getting ready, putting on the effort it takes to look effortless. And then, he didn’t show up, just sent me a bouquet of hyacinths.

You let your back lean against your sheets, laying on the bed, after laughing.

— Ridiculous, I know.

— It’s not — He said — You really have to stop invalidating your feelings.

— I’m talking about him — You corrected and he laughed. His laughter and his smile were still your favourite things to hear and to see.

— Yeah, he is ridiculous — He said, laying beside you.

— And still, I’ve mutilated innocent hyacinths because of him — You said — He awakens the worst in me.

— I’m sorry for the poor flowers — He laughed — But it’s okay. Although it really is a blow to my ego.

— What do you mean?

— Well, I've got to admit, I don’t know if I’m jealous because no one ever cared enough because of my disappearance to mutilate flowers — He started and you could not hold a small laugher — Or if it is because he kissed you — He said and you felt your cheeks get warmer.

— How do you know he kissed me? — You asked, sitting to try to hide your blushing.

— You wouldn’t be so upset if he didn’t — He answered, sitting.

You sighed.

— You wouldn’t do this to me — You said, resting your head on his shoulder. He leaned his head on yours — You’re a good man.

— Maybe I am, but I don't think I would be better than him in this context — He said — None of my relationships last, not even with other vigilantes. And I can be called by Batman at any time.

— So you stopped trying?

— No.

— Seems masochist to me.

— I guess we all are a bit masochist when it comes to love. Humans want things to work right. — He said, intertwining his fingers with yours. — Maybe in other conditions, we could’ve dated. It would have been nice.

— Did you know that wild robins don’t maintain the same partner for long? It’s because they’re migratory birds. They exchange partners almost every mating season. — You said and he laughed.

— How do you know that?

— One of my little cousins love birds — You said, caressing his glove-covered hand with your thumb — I babysat him once and he told me that even though it was weird to him that robins exchange partners a lot it made sense because they don’t have clocks, calendars or jobs, so each spring must feel like a lifetime. I wish we were robins, even if we could spend only one spring together.

— Well, time showed already that I would come back to you eventually, so I don't think it would be only one spring — He said smiling against your hair — I hope you can work things right with this boy, I really do.

— They won’t. I don’t plan on talking to him anytime soon — You said, closing your eyes, feeling sleepy

— Don’t be bitter. What if he got trapped in an emergency? — He said — I’m sure he wouldn’t deliberately leave you waiting. Not when you look like this.

— And what about my amazing personality?

— I don't know what he thinks of your personality — He said, smiling — But I can talk about what I know he can’t deny. You’re smoking hot. One of the prettiest girls i’ve ever seen. You’ve got it all: amazing eyes, a smile that could lighten the whole room and a body to die for. If he left you waiting on purpose, he is an idiot. I wouldn’t leave you waiting, not on purpose.

— If i didn’t know better — You started, smiling as you brought back the phrase you said to him months ago, looking up to him — I’d think you’re hitting on me.

— Gotta shoot my best shot — He said, smiling as your noses got close.

As your lips were about to touch, you heard Nightwing’s voice coming from his communicator.

“Red Robin, where are you?”

— I went for a walk, Wing.

“I think I might need your help, if you finished your walk.” Red Robin looked at your lips almost like he needed to kiss them as much as a fish needs water “Forget the ‘i think’ part. We need your help. Immediately”.

— Send your location. I’m on my way — He said after biting his lower lip in frustration. — See? I told you sometimes I would leave you waiting.

— Duty calls — You said, opening your window for him. He sat on the sill to make it easier to get out and you held his cape — Wait.

He turned to your direction and you pulled him by the neckline of his armour, leaving a quick peck on his lips.

— Go and save the dawn for me.

He gave you the prettiest smile you ever saw and quickly kissed you again, then Nightwing’s voice called again and he left. You leaned on the still for a while, watching him leave, and then you returned to bed.

#red robin x y/n #red robin x reader #red robin #red robin fanfic #red robin headcanon #timothy drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake smut #tim drake #dc #dick grayson #batboys x you #batfamily #jason todd #Spotify

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obsessedaizawa · 2 years

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Alastor x Sick Reader - Pillow~Talk

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Hiya everyone! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ .・゜゜・ Long time no see! ・゜゜・．

✿ Got inspired at the extremely late hours of the night. ✿

★ Reason being? ★

✿ I have a massive headache. ✿

★ I also have a sore throat followed by a bunch of coughing. ★

✿ To sprinkle on this already bullshit of cake. ✿

★ A lot of sneezing and unneeded feeling's of being too hot or cold. ★

× If you’ve read this far I congratulate you. ×

▂▃▅▇█ Please have this cookie as a token of my appreciation. 🍪

▂▃▅▇█ Now without anymore nonsense enjoy whatever this is

◌ WARNINGS; Sick reader (obviously 💖), Soft cuddles, Heavy use of Swearing, Explicit details of being ill.

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Alastor's POV

Alastor was always in favor of surprises, even the ones that came out of nowhere. Narrow-minded wannabe overlord? Done.

One whom believes they can seduce him? Not even a second thought. What he was gonna walk into? Well he was always in favor of surprises? Right?

Y/N POV

"God dammit." I shouted to no-one in particular. Followed by loud obnoxious coughing.

I felt like shit. The kinda of shit that everyone hated. This was fucking hell right? So obviously getting sick would be something that would be fall anyone who stepped foot into this realm. I've been here for what? A couple of years, Of course it was my time to get brutally sick. I should’ve known Husk was sick just days prior. The damned cat bastard practically told me without having to say anything. Knowing my dumb ass-self would be too stupid to f i g u r e. i t. o u t.

As I looked at the clock, it read 6:30 .a.m. ugh- I decided to lazily get up from my once warm bed and make my way to my private bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw myself but worse. Wow with my raggedy ass H\C hair, Bags that were underneath my eyes, I could of swore I was a man. I mean did I change genders over night? What the hell happened in the last 10 hours?

I wonder what Alastor would do if he saw me right now. As that thought passed through my mind I felt the strong urge to vomit. I quickly got on my knees, lifted the toilet seat up, and started throwing up violently. ...

What the fuck you throw up rainbows in hell?!

...

Alastor's POV

I started the day as per usual.

Spin the records, Get dressed to impress the best, and go check on m y d a r l i n g f a w n before the hotel activities commence. As I put on my best smile I proceed to leave my quarters. There was only one thing on my mind, Ice cream for my dearest and coffee for myself to start the day.

Y/N has been practically been begging me to try this c o f f e e flavored ice cream. Usually I'm not one for sweets but it has me curious so this time I'll b i t e. As anticipation ran through my dead veins I strutted into my dearest quarter's and was greeted by an unpleasant sound. At first my mind was trying to comprehend what I just heard. Just like a drop of a dime there was that sound again. Which only confirmed that my dear partner in crime was indeed sick with some sort of virus.

Let's see what the damage is. As I walked further into her bedroom and gently shut the door behind me. I walked passed their bed and when I came across there figure, hunched over, vomiting out rainbows?

Husker briefly told me about his experience with being ill a couple of days ago. Charlie had to run admissions for new patients for about a week until the drunken old fellow was well again. I truthfully didn't believe him about the whole throwing up rainbows nonsense. No wonder he was being all pissy after that exchange. He wasn't feeding me any over-dramatic bullshit. In fact he was being incredibly true!

I walked closer towards my beloved, I didn't want to scare them so I waited patiently until there was a moment of silence. So I could pull back their hair. As I did so they faced me with a confused and angered look. One that I haven't seen planted on their face since meeting them. Well that was a first. As I was taken aback. Their features soften as they sighed harshly almost like it hurt to even talk. After a few moments of silence they spoke.

Y/N POV

...

"Alastor what the hell are you doing here?" I conveyed above a whisper to not hurt my vocal cords. Alastor started to fondle my hair after that statement. Which relaxed me. Which I know he most definitely noticed.

"I came to check on you. Like I do every morning before I start to focus my attention on the Hazbin Hotel. However I'm going to have to cancel those festivities to tend to your needs love." Alastor said in a soft tone.

I picked myself up in a hurry as I waved my hands in front of me to protest. As I sniffled a little as I felt my vision become incredibly blurry. “No you’ve got shit you have to do. Don’t you worry I'll be fine, besides I'm probably going to be sleeping for the majority of the time you’re present. You'll practically be bored out of your mind.” I conveyed very firmly as I coughed violently and start to lose my sense of gravity.

Luckily though my deer boyfriend caught me before I hit any impact. "I won't be taking a no for an answer my dear, you are far more important then some silly hotel." Alastor replies firmly with soft radio filter. I plea to intervene, He holds out his hand in objection. Without a word or any warning whatsoever he picks me up bridal sided which leaves me too stunned to speak. He carries me to my bed as he claims;

"Yes I was looking forward to annoying Miss Vagatha to the point of corruption. What matters to me sweetheart is your health and your mental well-being so we can have many more adventures to come as my partner in crime." He lays me down gently on the bed, He tucks me underneath the sheets. I shudder from the once warm bed to a freezing nightmare. Alastor was surprised yet again. How could he know what was wrong usually blankets are supposed to keep you warm right? So why the hell was it so damned cold.

He lifted a finger to his chin as he pretended to be in deep thought. "What are your symptoms my dear?" He spoke in a gentle tone. I coughed harshly again I replied with; "I'm either hot or cold doesn't make a difference how many blankets I have, I've been coughing non-stop, sneezing religiously, and lastly if that's not enough throwing up rainbows which I didn't think was even a thing until now."

Alastor snickered at my last comment. Which made me feel the need to be sarcastic despite my nauseated-self. “You think this is funny huh? Wait until you get sick then I get to take care of my tall overlord boyfriend hmm?"

Alastor got super quiet and looked to the left. "I'm afraid to tell you this dearest, but unfortunately overlords don't get the pleasure of getting extremely ill." Alastor replied softly.

I on the other-hand was surprised to say the least but also extremely jealous. "Lucky I wish upon a fish I was an overlord." I teased as I rolled on my side to face him, Sticking out my tongue in a playful manner.

Alastor decided to sit on the edge of the bed. Instituted to softly hum a tune of old, Proceeded to run his fingers through my mop of hair. "Doesn't matter how many fish you wish upon you cannot change fate. You’re destined to be whatever it is this godly space wants you to be."

I yawned softly as I closed my eye lids, to dose off into a deep slumber. "You may rest easy for the next following weeks, days, minutes, and seconds. I will be here tending to you. Loving you. O n l y y o u . For the rest of my death years can buy me. You won't be alone or abandoned my little doe. I will be right here whenever you need me."

As Alastor's hands gently cupped my cheeks and softly kissed my forehead as I fell into abyss of

d r e a m l a n d .

After I fell asleep and awoke Alastor was there. He never left my side. Since my insomniac treasured overlord doesn't technically need sleep he was at my side every waking second.

Need something to eat? He'll grab it in a snap of his fingers.

Need something to drink? Even wishing upon a star wishes it could be so damn fast.

Need medicine? Puts The Flash to shame.

Need to talk about a n y t h i n g ? He's yours he'll listen to you ramble for an eternity.

Lastly need someone to cuddle with in bed to keep you warm? Surprisingly he didn't even hesitate, he just climbed into your bed and kept you warm for hours and hours on end.

He is so soft. He is so warm. He is m i n e ?

That sentence alone seems so foreign to even comprehend. As soon as those thoughts went into my ill mind. I was reassured in a heartbeat.

Alastor pulled me closer to his chest and conveyed in such a loving embrace, "I love you my dear, When you defeat this foe that's taken over your beautiful body, We will go get some ice cream and coffee together." I was in fact gleaming with so much joy that I squeezed the life out of Alastor's torso and snuggled into his chest.

I exhaled happily as I replied with a bubbly sick tone. "I love you too Al, More than you probably will ever know. I'm forever yours and I do mean that from the bottom of my oh dead soul.” I giggle softly and continue with; “I guess I better hurry up and get well again so you can try that coffee flavored ice cream." I claim as I close my eyes once more to rest.

I didn't realize it at the time, I could’ve swore I felt something wet land on my forehead. At the time I shrugged it off, Thinking that maybe there was a leak on the rooftop of the hotel that would need patching. Little did I know I got my deer beau to cry tears of absolute joy by my words alone.

Once I was cured of my ridiculous sickness, Alastor f i n a l l y tried coffee flavored ice cream, And dare I say that he absolutely loved it and went around for seconds.

I'm not one for surprises but Alastor taking care of me was the best unexpected surprise's I've ever had received.

THE END 🦌🍨 ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

✎ How did I do? Did I do well? ✎ Well hopefully I did decently because it's now currently 4:27 .a.m. ✎ I’m b e y o n d t i r e d. ✎ Anyways I hope all of you lovely’s have a goodnight/day ✎ (Totally depending on when you read this dumpster fire)

- Rachael/obsessedaizawa 😷💖

#alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x sick reader #alastor x gn reader #alastor headcannons #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #alastor x #alastor x oc #reader #x reader #tired #no sleep #need to go to bed #insomania #bipolar

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icarus-does-fall · 12 days

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Hahahaha update for the big story im writing 💪

This is chapter uhhh nine?

Anyway enjoy Michaels decent into insanity <3

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

A broken throne

Michael was left to his own for the rest of the week. He healed without a hitch, afterall what was a few reopened wounds to heal over and then scar up again. As he restarted his duties within the Cathedral everything was done almost too perfectly. He spoke only when needed and was only around when he needed, otherwise he spent his time in the solitude of his room. It was almost a self inflicted torture being left alone with his thoughts like that but Mary while she tried she didnt understand all the things that Michael felt, the ways that Michael felt them.

The two might’ve been twins but they were two very different types of people. Mary, the open hearted and loving person. Michael the closed off and aggressive one to balance her out.

Slowly he made his way back into his normal routine, he was talking a bit more as well but the shadows lurked around him and the thoughts he tried to keep hidden only seemed to grow the more he seemed to ignore them. People were beginning to notice as well, beginning to notice the anger he usually kept so well hidden was bubbling scarily close to the surface.

Michael was given a small taste of happiness, of freedom, and now he’s being put back into the box that had known his entire life. Being back in his cage felt suffocating, like he was going damn near insane. And for all he knew he might’ve been, afterall the shadows had started talking back to him in the recent days.

So Michael was laying outside in the gardens, the sky filled with stars and once again he found himself alone. Yet he found comfort in talking with the stars.

“I wonder if he still thinks about me? Would he still think about me? I met his dad. I feel like he’d think about me… Maybe-”

He sighed as the winds rustled the nearby trees, whistling through the air, he continued to stare up at the stars, yet in the corner of his eyes the shadows flickered. ‘Or what if he hates you?’

Michael sat up abruptly, his ears twitched and lowered towards his head.

“Hello?”

‘Hello Michael~ Having fun?’

A low growl fell from his lips and he glared into the empathy spaces around him. “Not anymore- Who's speaking? I demand you show yourself, less I call the guards. You're trespassing on Holy Grounds.”

‘Oh please Michael, you know who we are!~ You’ve been taking to us for weeks already’

“What? I haven't been talking to anyone… I’ve talked to myself…”

The disembodied voices chuckled. ‘Yes~ And does “yourself” ever answer back?’

Michaels aggression lessened and he paused, his ears raising back up slightly. “You're the shadows? How- how is that possible?”

‘Oh Michael~ You live in a place of magic, have a little faith that something would happen to help you voice your thoughts~ The Gods have felt your struggles, we’re here to help”

“Oh! I never thought… that I would be personally sought out by the old ones.” His tail wagged slightly and he grinned wolfishly. “Does this mean… My liking of… ahem… men? A man?- Kain is alright? They approve?”

‘Of course they do! You're the prime example of what they strive to teach~ You’re independent and fierce, violent even, they adore that!~’

His tail wagged rapidly and he nodded, mostly to himself, and he let out a breath even he didnt know he was holding. “I would’ve thought my sister was the perfect one, but.. I’m… i’m the important one… I can't believe it… Do you happen to have a name?”

‘You may call us… Ally?’

“Alright then… Ally, let's go back inside yeah? Make you some sort of… Face so I look less insane.”

The winds whistled again and the leaves rustled, the shadows around Michael- Michaels shadow had all grown so much darker, twisted even that a passerby just sparing a side eyed glance could have needed to do a double take because it seemed like the shadows were smiling. Yet within a blink those grins were gone and so was that dark feeling that came with, because little did Michael know, little did anyone know that his so called insanity was in play with something so much darker.

Michael walked back into the Cathedral with a hum and his steps were lighter than they had been in months even. He was like this while around Kain, but on his own he wasn’t as expression filled- It was a sight for everyone to see. People were actually going to try and start conversations with him now.

With a few passing talks with other parishioners of the Cathedral he slipped back into his room and settled on his bed, holding his little stuffed cow on his lap as he looked at the shadows of his room.

“So… Ally, you say that I am, favoured? By the old ones, but what makes me so special? I haven't been the best at preaching their word, their teachings.”

The shadows flickered and another grin scattered across the darkness before wrapping themselves around Michael, somewhat like a hug if it didn't feel so cold.

‘We told you Michael~ It's because of your aggression! They love seeing their followers embrace their inselves~’

“Oh… So it’s okay that I have a darkness? I appreciate that sentiment, it makes me feel a lot better… I have thoughts and sometimes they’re not the safest you know?”

The shadows chuckled and it was a haunting sort of sound. ‘We know~’

“So um… are you just always around now? If I speak you’ll hear me, there's no special way to call you without seeming insane…”

‘Just call out our name and watch the shadows~ We’re always here, never to leave your side!~’

“So Ally… While it’s nice to have a friend here, I know I have my sister but she’s different. I love her dearly but we don't always agree on how to live life… And I’m sure she wouldn’t care about the fact I maybe like a guy but the Cathedral has been a harsh life.”

‘We know, we’ve been watching. Always here just never…. Talking until now~ But you have us now! Trust us, let us guide you~ And you’ll thrive in the world, we promise~’

Michael smiled to himself and nodded before laying back on bed with a sigh, his tail curling around himself as he started to try and drift off to sleep. “Thank you Ally, I needed this.”

‘Certainly~ Sleep well Michael~ We will talk soon’

And then the shadows lightened once more that cold feeling faded, replaced by how the room usually felt. Plain but open, warm, safe even.

#ocs #oc story #angst #dnd #fluff #short story #siblings #a sinners salvation

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helianskies · 1 year

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Alone

They sit on opposite sides of a door.

"I'm not leaving," one says, leaning against that which cruelly separates them. "I am not going to leave you here alone."

"You have to," the other replies, muffled, solemn. "It's my fault, I should have been faster."

"No," the first returns. He feels anger, but only towards himself. "I let go. I let go of your hand…"

"…I don't blame you for this. Not for any of it, okay?" the second concludes. "Please don't stay for me. You have to go on for all of us, Tonho."

And just like that, Antonio starts to cry. It feels impossible, the end of the road. His eyes well up, his cheek twitches, he clenches his fists, his chest burns, and he tries not to make a sound. He does not want to succumb to his frustration, just as… he does not want João to picture his sadness through the mechanised door that has locked, and split them up for good.

This fate is not the fate that João deserves. None of them have deserved this. And now, thanks to a dangerous hiss and a protecting shove, Antonio is the only one who is still alive from their humble crew of seven.

"I don't want you to be here," João then starts to say. Unlike Antonio, his own pain is not masked, and it only breaks the other's heart more. "I don't want you to be here when this module is… is disengaged, do you understand?"

"No," Antonio protests again, however. "I told you, I— I am not leaving you here alone. I— I-I—"

A wave hits him. He has to stop, hand smacking against metal, and try to swallow it down before his grief consumes him and steals his voice. But it is hard. It is so, so hard.

They have known each other for so long, and so deeply, that for this to be how they say 'goodbye' to each other feels like death. And it is death. It is inevitable, and more terrifying than Space itself.

How it has come to this remains a mystery that Antonio fears may never be solved. A malicious computer virus, a sentient programme, a sadistic piece of malware—whatever it is, it has spent the last hour slowly picking them all off and now—a severed oxygen supply, an airlock release, and even a fatal crushing—… and now only Antonio, a lone technician, remains.

They have been up there, sailing amongst the stars on the space station, for a week. The whole mission itself was supposed to last six months—an unthinkable period of time. Earth has never felt so far away as it does now…

"I can't do this," Antonio finally squeezes out, throat aching, eyes sore. "I can't do this without you, a-and I won't!"

"Tonho, please. Please, just do as I ask," João pleads with him all the same. His voice seems to draw nearer, as though he is right up against the door—right up against Antonio's cold ears. "I know it's hard—I know, okay?" There is a fresh tremor to his words, a wound. "And I know, I-I know you want to stay, b… but you can't. You can't…"

His head hits the door in denial. "I can," Antonio cries out to him, "I can stay. I can stay with you—!"

"I don't want you to hear—"

"I don't want you to die!"

It feels like death, and it is death. It breathes against the back of his neck as he breaks under the weight of so many things unsaid, and that he struggles to say now when they matter most. The cracks leak endless tears and violent sobs as the emergency lighting switches on around them both.

The red taunts him. It means they are not alone.

He tries to control his shaking.

"Tonho…?"

His vision is blurred by his pain. His fingernails scratch at the metal panelling between them.

"Do you remember what we were talking about yesterday?" João asks him. "Last night, in the lab?"

He does, but the memory feels like only another rope around his neck.

"Remember the stars," the other goes on, nevertheless, "and how beautiful they are? You… always used to dream of seeing them as a ki—"

"I don't want to think about the past," Antonio warns.

João hums and states quite finally, "There… isn't really anything else left for us now, Antonio…"

It hurts. It hurts so damn much that the crack widens and Antonio punches the door. He does not fight the yelp or tears that are earned.

It just isn't fair. And João, of all people, deserves so much more—deserves life. He… He wasn't sure about this mission when it first presented itself, but it had been Antonio who had convinced him to go, who had told him, the stars will look so beautiful, and who had held his hand when they had taken off and left everything they'd known behind them. And now, there is no turning back. There is no reset. There is no… no amount of apologies that will fix it all…

"…João…?"

"Yes?"

"Do you… regret this?"

"Which part?" he asks. "Us? Or the stars?"

Antonio could have smiled at how stupid but wondrous those words are. Maybe he even does, for just a tiny moment—maybe he remembers after all the lingering gazes, the private conversations, the kind and guiding hands, the love he's known for years—but if so, it does not last, even if he wants it to. Even if he wants nothing else for the rest of his short life.

"Zone 2-A disengaging in one minute."

It sends him into a frenzy, wild, rabid.

"No no no no no! Y-You can't do that—don't do that, please!"

"Tonho—"

"I can't lose you! I refuse to lose you, too!"

"It's okay," João almost coos to him, "i-it's okay!"

But how can it be? Before they know it, João will be jettisoned off into open, endless space with no way to escape, no supplies to survive, and only enough oxygen for maybe a few minutes once the module is severed from the internal systems. So how can it be okay? How can anything be okay?

"Listen to me," the other continues to say through Antonio's panic, "none of this is your fault. I-I've loved every moment of it," João says like it's a promise, "just as I've loved every moment with you."

The tears restart. The pain strikes again. "I wanted us to— to grow old together," Antonio tells him. "I wanted to sail around the world with you, a-and follow your dreams, too!"

"And we will, one day," the other claims. "I know we will. This isn't the end."

"It is! It is the end!" Antonio persists, nevertheless. It is the end, and it feels like death, and it is death. "God, I— I-I'm so sorry, João, I'm sorry—"

"It's okay."

"—I-I thought we were invincible—"

"I love you."

"Zone 2-A disengaging in thirty seconds."

"—we were supposed to survive—"

"I love you…"

"—you— I—" Antonio swallows. "I love you, too. I-I love you, too, João…"

"Then stay brave for me," the other gently requests of him—a near-dying wish. "You… You know what you have to do… don't you?"

And he does. Of course he does. But the thought is frightful when he must walk that path alone.

"Chin up, benzinho. I know you can do it. You know you can do it."

"I'm scared, I-I don't want to go… I don't want it to end…"

"Zone 2-A disengaging in fifteen seconds."

"Neither do I. But it has to," João urges, "and when it does, I will be waiting for you."

Antonio bites back a sob, a splutter. His palm falls flat against the door, wanting to reach through to the other, and it is as though he can feel João doing the same. He can feel his warmth, his comfort.

"Do you promise…?" Antonio asks, his voice so, so quiet.

And João, his everything, says, "I will always wait for you."

"Zone 2-A disengaging. Goodbye, Commander."

"João!"

"Go, go! I-I love you!"

"I love you, too!" Antonio cries out as mechanisms hiss— "João!" —and locks break off— "João!" —and metal clinks and clatters— "João!" —and steals away the only good thing left in his life.

His tears are unstoppable, much like his screams. Everything leaves him—his energy, his resolve, his will to go on. It feels like death, and it will be death if he follows protocol and completes the mission that no one could have imagined them having.

He knows he has to do it. He swears he can hear João yelling at him still, to go, go, go! It is impossible. And yet, it is real. It is so real, and the lingering voice—the aching pleas begging him to move—somehow, by some miracle, even through his grief, soon brings him to his feet.

The pain is still raw. His throat still burns, it still aches. Tears are far from slowing. Fingers still grasp at the door in the vain hope it could open and reveal João, still there, still with him…

…but João is right. He's always right. And right there and then, alone on a space station, there is only one thing left for Antonio to do: get to the command module and initiate emergency protocol: Erasure.

It will feel like death, and it will be death. But at least… at least João will be waiting for him, no…?

The red lighting eases. It does not vanish entirely, but it eases, like a sudden hand on a shoulder, or the eye of a storm.

"Zone 2-A has been successfully disengaged. Tell me, sir, how would you like to proceed?"

Antonio does not provide an answer. Instead, he whispers a final apology to someone he prays will hear him, be it now or in another place, and he starts to walk himself, slow, begrudging, anxious, towards his ultimate goal. Go, João cheers him on, and be brave.

That is how Antonio chooses to proceed. That is how Antonio intends to put things right.

[ final wordcount, 1699 words; also on ao3! ]

#hetalia #helia writes #hws spain #hws portugal #portspa #spaport #tw character death #uh yeah i wanted angst so. merry march?#:)#idk how sad this actually is but eh. if it means it stops haunting me then that's all i care about!#enjoy! ;)#this is also on ao3 for anyone who would rather read it there btw

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the-littlest-kojin · 1 year

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Pistol in hand, the Hrothgar sneers as the Miqo'te, bound in heavy chains, shuffles to the end of the gangplank. Slowly, the latticework of fresh gashes and cuts across the smaller feline's bare torso drip crimson liquid, running down his body and landing on the battered wood underfoot.

"And now, black cat, your time is done. I rule the sea, as you were always too weak to do," snarls the leonine figure. "The tides are mine to control, and cowards like you have no place in my domain."

Raising his head up to make eye contact with his captor, shaggy locks of hair falling over his face, Kuro spits a globule of blood onto the deck - and begins to laugh.

From a throat rough from years of salty air, the laugh is long, and loud, scornful and mocking. Even as the Hellion captain bares his fangs in anger, Kuro continues to laugh, until his breath runs out.

"Fool," the Miqo'te finally croaks, after his laughter has run out. "Ye think n' honest you own and control th' sea, well you and many others. But if you knew truth, the sea can never be owned, ever predicted. Doesn't matter the season of the sailor. The sea is an epitome of nature, an uncontrollable force ov' beauty and power, I'm no man ov' faith, but the seas has opened and awakened me to sheer belief. It offers salvation t' us damned and gives us opportunities, and freedom... Yet you seek to taint your vile into its profound waters..."

Having said his piece, standing at the end of the thin plank of wood, the tortured man leans back - letting himself fall into the water with no resistance. As the salty ocean bites at his open wounds, he hisses in pain - but smiles in feral pleasure as he sees the water around the ship start to churn, as if disturbed by some monstrous presence.

Rising from the waves, he sees the figure he loves, the figure he fears - the first face in his heart. Blue-skinned and horned in coral, a crown of leaves atop Her brow, the sea-spirit looks at him with eyes the colour of storms - and smiles, showing teeth like that of a shark.

As Her attention weighs on him like a boulder, it is almost a relief when the Hrothgar captain roars in fury, firing the pistol in his hand at the spirit - a splash of water the only result.

As Her attention turns to the mortal who claimed to control Her, anger comes across Her visage, the waves becoming choppy and rough as if in the pitch of the most violent typhoon.

The lion-man begins to bark commands to his crew, trying to weather the sea's wrath, even as She raises a hand - vast fingers of frothing seawater rising around the ship in parallel. In moments, the galleon, which only heartbeats before had seemed so powerful and majestic, looks like nothing more than a child's toy in Her grip - creaking as said grip tightens imperceptibly.

Feeling his eyes want to drift close from exhaustion, Kuro forces them to stay open - knowing that this is a lesson and reminder for him, just as much as it is a punishment for the Hrothgar. As his beloved Sea closes Her hand, the ship is reduced to so many splinters, the Captain and all crew falling into the water - and instantly vanishing below the waves into Her embrace.

A single plank - a section of the hull, he wouldn't wonder - rises under his chest, holding him atop the water, as She looks back at him, the smile that haunts his dreams and nightmares alike adorning her face once more before she dissolves into spray and foam.

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I had a brainworm about my sea-goddess Saltsong and the wonderful captain, @captainkurosolaire

Please enjoy.

#ffxiv #ffxiv writing #shh secret character #saltsong

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sociallyanxiouscryptid · 2 years

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A Hunter, an Angel and a Demon walk into a Dungeon

The title sounds like a idea for a cool DnD campaign.

Blurb: Protagonist has been captured by a hunter, a demon and an angel, an odd group to say the least.

CW: Capture, threats of torture, interrogation, reference to orgies (nothing explicit just intrusive thoughts), someone has a violent outburst, accidental self-harm (kinda? they hurt themself in a rage but without the conscious thought of it).

If I am doing content warnings wrong or ever leave things out please let me know

This felt like the beginning of some sort of joke. A hunter, a demon, and an angel all walk into a dungeon. Protagonist wasn’t sure what the punch line would be exactly, but probably involves them cuffed to a chair in the centre of a painted binding circle. A bit too long winded to be a punchline. Protagonist’s mind then for some reason drifted to orgies and they desperately hunted for a subject change, but their mind was so slow and dazed they were really just along for the ride. Gods damn it that wasn’t helping.

The trio was saying something important, threats or whatever, but Protagonist was only able to process every other word, so it wasn’t particularly affective. Frustration ached in their chest as they pushed against the fog, pushed against the internal restraints holding them down. It was the only reason the three of them had even been able to capture Protagonist. If the stupid spell hadn’t been in place, Protagonist would be sitting in a pool of the trio’s blood. Or at least the hunter and the demon’s, they’d never killed an angel before. Could they? Only one real way to find out.

“I’m sorry,” the demon snapped, “are we boring you?”

Protagonist must have been pulling a face. They hadn’t intended to. though they also hadn’t intended on imagining the trio having rampant orgies in their dungeon.

“Sorry,” Protagonist said, “I zoned out for a second there, what were you saying?”

Irritation flickered across all their faces, a mirrored image in each of their eyes. It had been hard enough for them to capture Protagonist, let alone bring them here, and now all they needed was the tiniest bit of information and even that was proving difficult.

Well, it wasn’t really a tiny bit of information, quite a rather big bit actually, the whole operation in fact.

Damn this stupid spell.

“I don’t think you quite realise the situation you are in here,” the angel said. “We are trying to save people, but to do that we need your help. We need you to tell us about your comrades, to help us stop them. Do you really want to follow through with their plan? Do you really want to start the apocalypse?”

Protagonist scoffed. Comrades? That was an interesting word, how had they come up with that? Had they done any research at all? Comrades suggested that Protagonist had any say in the situation. Comrades suggested there was mutual benefit, mutual control. Protagonist had no control, got nothing out of it. They were nothing but a pawn to be used however they wanted.

Also, apocalypse was a strong world. The witch cult wasn’t going to end the world, just kill a bunch of people. Not really an apocalypse in the Protagonist’s books.

“Hey!”

Protagonist jumped as the human yelled.

“Look, we don’t want to hurt you, but if you won’t cooperate, we will have no choice,” he said.

Protagonist laughed at him, trying incredibly hard to not zone out again. Gods damn they hate being glamoured.

“There lies the issues my friend because I am not going to tell you anything, and there is nothing you can do about it.” They focussed in on the hunter’s eyes, they look like so many others that they had seen in the past, that had promised Protagonist pain and suffering. That had robbed them of their freedom and their life.

They focused on it, trying to reach for the anger and the hatred that lie beneath the memories, but their mind remained a frustratingly calm sea. Protagonist’s attention began slipping again and they growled, shaking their head, much to the trio’s confusion. Before they could comment Protagonist kept talking.

“You plan on torturing me? With what information? You don’t know who I am, hell you don’t know what I am, and you expect to be able to hurt me? You’re amateurs and you will die screaming if you keep this up.”

The three of them watched Protagonist for a second before the demon gestured and they all turned away, stepping outside of the room.

Protagonist tried listening in on them but could here nothing past the stupid wall, their eyes weak to the pathetic distance and cement. They grit their teeth, a growl bubbling up in their throat, but they held it in, they focused. Protagonist closed their eyes.

It was easy to feel the energy inside of them. The glamour that was worked around their body, hog tying every important function they could possibly want access to. A clear mind to think with? Nope. Their strength to break out of these cuffs? Locked away. The ability to see with their real eyes? Yeah, nah we all good here. The glamour was successfully hiding them from the world, and at the same time subduing them, protecting the world from them. How was all of this possible? Witches, that’s how, and it made their blood boil.

But Protagonist had been watching and learning, for years now, and they had finally learnt a few tricks of their own.

The spell was cold inside of them. It ran through their veins, wrapped around their bones, clogged up their mind. They took in a long and steady breath, focusing, and like Christmas lights the magic lit up inside of them, only for their minds eye to see. They could see every little inch of it, every corner it hid in, the paths it took. Like a predator to prey they watched it, analysed it. Herded it into the right places with the right techniques.

And once everything was in place, Protagonist devoured it all.

The trio walked back in. Protagonist’s body was unsettlingly still, the only sign they were even alive the ever so slight movement of their chest. Their eyes were closed, posture stock straight.

“What are you doing?” The human asked.

Protagonist didn’t respond.

“Hey,” they snapped, and Protagonist heard them take a step forward.

Their eyes snapped open, world shinning with clear bright colours. They moved their arms as if without restraint, the thick cuff chain snapping as they lunged for the hunter.

The demon reacted however, and pulled the hunter back, dragging them out of the circle. Protagonist’s fingers brushed by with mere millimetres in between.

“Damn it,” Protagonist growled. They had been looking forward to getting a hold of them. Showing the hunter what real pain was.

Their mind, and eyes in reflection, danced wildly. It was a chaos storm, pent up energy raging inside of them, and they paced the small circle.

“How the hell did you do that?” The hunter gaped. They all looked shocked. What? Just because Protagonist had broken out of their special little cuffs? Protagonist laughed.

“Oh, those cuffs were nothing,” they said. They paced the circle, walking around the whole thing now, stalking it for a weak point, a break. But if there was a break the whole circle would be ineffective. If there was a weak point, they wouldn’t be here in the first place. With a growl they turned back to the trio.

“So, you’ve been pretending this whole time?” The demon asked, eyeing them with a frown. With familiarity.

Their movements were so fluid yet jittery, like the head of a bird, but the body of a leopard, hunting.

“What?” Protagonist paused momentarily before resuming their erratic movements. “No, don’t be stupid. Why would I wait till kill you if I could just kill you? That’s just silly. I would have avoided all of this, been over and done with everything, but nooooo, instead I am stuck IN A STUPID CIRCLE OF PAINT.”

The hunter jumped as the Protagonist screamed down at the binding circle genuine fury bursting within their chest. They didn’t like losing, especially to fucking paint and they wanted to tear their teeth into it and run it dry of its blood, but it was fucking paint and they couldn’t.

Their firsts curled in, and they grit their jaw thinking desperately for a way to expel the building energy inside of them, but there wasn’t a single thing to hit or bite, until they saw the chair again and grabbed it.

They punched through its seat, picking it up, tearing an arm off with their teeth, slamming it down onto the ground until it was nothing but chunks and splinters. They grabbed a chunk, a mini spear of wood and threw it at the trio, with more strength and velocity then the three could ever have thought to expect.

The angel caught it effortlessly.

Protagonist yelled and lunged, hitting the stupid edge of the stupid circle and punched the invisible wall. It hurt their hand much more then it did anything to their cage, but they kept going until their hand was broken and beyond.

A few hours later.

The trio left at some point during Protagonist’s episode. There was no way they were getting anything out of Protagonist now, or any time soon in that state. It had been hours now though and Protagonist had calmed down quite a lot. The residual energy from devouring the spell having been worn out and they laid on the ground, feet rested up on the wall of the circle.

They could only hear so far up into wherever the trio was keeping them. It was a fairly big place, much more of it underground then just Protagonist’s little dungeon area. Which meant a lot of thick cement that limited their reach. But when the hunter returned, followed by a set of footsteps not belonging to either the demon or angel, Protagonist was aware well before they finally opened the door.

Hunter walked in, and the moment the second person walked in Protagonist glared.

“You,” they said.

“Yes, me,” the woman said, stopping by the hunter with her arms crossed.

The hunter glanced between them but said nothing.

Protagonist continued to glare at her, eyeing her. Their brows knitted together as something, some type of emotion or feeling warmed their chest uncomfortably.

“I love you,” they said.

The hunter’s eyes almost jumped out their head.

“Yes,” the woman said.

“I don’t like that,” Protagonist said.

“I know,” she said, “not now at least.”

Protagonist continued to glare, their eyes drifting to something in the woman’s hand that they couldn’t quite make out.

“How did you find me?” They asked. “The witches took my tracker.”

“It wasn’t easy,” the woman said, Protagonist watched an emotion soften her face, but they couldn’t understand what it was. “And I am sorry about that. I promised you I wouldn’t let them get you again.”

Protagonist scoffed, “of course they would, they will always find me.”

She smiled, but that emotion tainted it, and the smile did not reflect in her eyes. But despite that, the smile wasn’t a lie.

“Will you let me step into the circle?” The woman asked.

Protagonist wanted to say no. Wanted to uphold their promise that anyone who did would die horribly, however, the words caught at the back of their throat, and their chest ached in rebellion. They couldn’t hurt her, even if they wanted to hurt someone, not her.

“Apparently,” Protagonist said. “Love is inconvenient,” they grumbled.

They eyed her as she stepped in.

“Why do I love you?” They asked. She was opening the small box in her hand.

“You will remember soon,” she said. “Can you hold out your wrist?”

Protagonist looked at the box, looked at her.

“You aren’t going to hurt me.” A statement not a question.

Regardless, the woman replied, “no, I would never hurt you.”

Protagonist took in a frustrated breath before holding out their arm. The woman took a braided leather band out of the box and Protagonist could see the magic practically dripping off of it. The leather was carved with symbols on every inch of it, the lines running into each other in an elegant combination of magical language.

They weren’t worried, however, they trusted her, much to their displeasure.

The woman wrapped the band around Protagonist’s wrist, but instead of tying it together she held the two ends over top each other, foreign words leaving her lips. The symbols began glowing a metallic gold, and something shifted inside of Protagonist. They watched the glow rise into the ends of the band, then fuse together and seal itself. A perfect fit. Protagonist frowned as nothing further happened. They felt no better or worse like they had expected, but the woman didn’t seem phased as she watched them, waiting.

The band lit up one final time and Protagonist collapsed.

I hope you enjoyed! I love receiving comments and talking to folks

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artificialqueens · 2 years

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If we're sinners then it feels like heaven to me, 1/2 (Daya x Jasmine) - Ashley

Daya believed she had found her calling when she signed on as captain of her University's first netball team. Authority over what position she played in? Control of the music at training? An excuse to expel the unbridled rage that came with being a second year STEM student? She had all the ingredients for a perfect year.

It's just a shame she missed the part of the recipe where the human equivalent of a fog-horn got promoted to her team and Daya's job became that extra bit harder.

So I remembered how to write???? Many thanks to Winter and Veronica for the help with this one. I hope you all like it and please let me know if you do xo

wrath - uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and even hatred

When Daya had agreed to captain her University’s first netball team, she couldn’t deny how excited she was.

She’d never been the best at logistics but Daya figured she’d have no problem planning out strategies and managing the rest of the girls. Yes, she knew how to raise her voice but she also had no problem taking a step back when it was needed to keep their energy right.

Daya had all the skills to be a great leader for the firsts and was feeling pretty damn good about it.

Or at least she was until Jasmine Kennedie got promoted from the seconds and Daya suddenly had to work around the fact that their new Goal Attack was the human equivalent of a foghorn.

Of course, this had its benefits. Daya always knew when her teammate was open for a pass - plus she couldn’t deny that it was nice to have someone constantly cheering from the bench if they had too many players (even if she was ninety-nine per cent sure that Jasmine sometimes screamed intending to agitate Daya rather than encourage her). And Jasmine was a good player too, so good that Daya included her in basically every starting seven they’d had that year.

It just so happened that Jasmine’s fog horn mentality managed to manifest itself off the court as well, driving Daya absolutely fucking insane.

Especially during an almost three-hour-long coach journey.

“You coming for drinks and a kiki when we get back?” Jasmine plopped herself down next to Daya, clearly ignoring the fact Daya had placed her bag on the chair specifically so this wouldn’t happen.

“Thanks, but I’m busy,” Daya replied, knowing full well she had absolutely zero plans when she got home besides pestering Crystal to go to the shop with her to replace the entire tub of ice cream she’d eaten the night before during a Married at First Sight watchathon.

Daya had figured it wasn’t such a bad idea really, shacking up with someone you’ve never met so you can have your shot at finding someone, get your entire wedding paid for and piss off your parents in the process. She’d have signed up herself if there wasn’t such a high chance she’d end up partnered with someone with the exact opposite mindset to her.

She already had to put up with one of those every Monday, Wednesday and Saturday and it was safe to say it wasn’t going so well.

“Had a feeling you would be.” Jasmine rolled her eyes before starting up again, ignoring Daya’s clear indifference to their conversation. “We played well today, I thought. Honestly, I know I always play well but I was impressed with you in that third quarter. When the ball went under your legs and you scooped it back up like some sort of crazy octopus lady, I was living. And that girl you were marking looked so pissed off too, I thought she was gonna get violent.”

“An octopus lady?” Daya turned her head, not even bothering to inflate Jasmine’s ego anymore by acknowledging the part of that nonsense that referred to her own performance.

“Yeah, 'cause you’re all tall and you’ve got those long gangly arms. It’s a good thing, trust me.”

Daya wouldn’t have trusted Jasmine to make a bowl of super noodles in the microwave if her life depended on it.

“You do know I can bench you next game if you keep comparing me to sea creatures, right?”

“Yes. But I also know that our next game is against Marys and last time you lost against them cause their defence is really good. You wouldn’t dare.”

It was one thing when Jasmine annoyed Daya when she was wrong, spouting out her stupid opinions about games as if they were facts and expecting everyone else to follow her streams and streams of nonsense as though they were gospel.

But Jasmine was often a lot smarter than Daya gave her credit for.

And she found herself a thousand times angrier when the other girl was right.

It was an undisputed fact at this point that she couldn’t stand Jasmine Kennedie.

But the one thing she couldn’t stand even more was not winning.

“Are you saying that Angie’s not good enough to play as Attack against them?” Daya poked, certain that Jasmine wouldn’t dare imply a bad word about the team’s most beloved player.

“Not at all. I think Angie’s incredible but you should put her as Wing.”

“Because you’re so much better in Attack?”

“‘Cause I think me and you make a better team.” Jasmine raised a brow, catching Daya off-guard. “You work ten times harder when we’re next to each other.”

“That’s out of irritation, not teamwork.” Daya pulled her phone out of her pocket and opened Spotify to give herself something else to look at, red in the cheeks after accidentally admitting to her biggest foe that she’d been trying her hardest to impress her.

“Exactly. I annoy you, you try harder to get the ball off me so you can score. Then I get it in when you miss. We’ve got synerg-eye.”

“It’s synergy,” Daya corrected.

“I know.” Jasmine pulled her hair out from her bun and threw her head back, letting it splay across the seats and onto Daya’s shoulder in what could only be described as a pure act of territorialism. “It’s just I forgot my headphones and I figured if I annoyed you enough you’d give me one of yours to shut me up.”

“Anything for a second of peace.” Daya handed the right half of the wire over, shuffling closer so it could reach Jasmine’s ear.

“None of that pop-punk shit again though. I’m still traumatised after last time.”

“Beggars can’t be choosers.” Daya scrolled through her playlists, undoubtedly looking for the least-Jasmine thing she could find despite knowing the other girl would buck her way through absolutely anything she managed to put on anyway.

“You’re the one that wants me to shut up, aren’t you?”

Daya wondered how badly injured she’d be if she threw herself out the fire door at the back.

Not that any level of injury would be worth the smug look on Jasmine’s face knowing she’d won their little battle.

“No pop-punk it is.” Daya scrolled some more until she found the perfect song to start their journey, unable to keep her grin contained once the familiar beat kicked in and Jasmine realised just what she was doing.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that.”

“Oh, I know.” Daya closed her eyes, wondering how many other ways she could tell Jasmine Kennedie that she loathed her in song form.

Or how many times she’d have to queue Aretha again ‘til the feisty blonde gave her captain some of that good-old, well-earned respect.

envy - resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck.

“Sorry, I’m late.” Jasmine plonked herself on the seat next to Daya, letting her bag thud dramatically on top of all the sheets and posters Daya had spent the past thirty minutes rearranging. “Jorgie said she’d give me a lift but she couldn’t bring herself to get out of bed after last night.”

“Jorgie told me she had plans!” Daya grabbed the bag and placed it on the floor between them, rolling her eyes at her teammates' audible gasp.

Jorgie wasn’t the only person who told her she was busy, Daya having asked every single other member of the team if they were free to run the stand with her before turning to Jasmine. Heck, she’d even tried to convince her own housemates to join her regardless of the fact that they were the least sporty people she’d ever met in her life, nevermind at Uni (just a week earlier she’d caught Crystal ordering an Uber to their college bar, a building you could literally see from their upstairs bathroom window).

Willow was nearly on board until Daya let it slip that she hadn’t exactly exhausted all of her options.

“You wouldn’t want her here anyway, she looks like she’s been dragged through a hedge backwards. Besides, I’m clearly the best person for the job. If I’m being really honest I don’t know why you’re here.”

“Because I’m the Captain?”

“Yeah but you’re also terrifying. We’re supposed to be convincing people to join our team, not scaring them away. We need people who are personable, like me.”

“I’m not terrifying,” Daya protested, fully aware that she was turning into the lady who doth protest too much (a role in which, if she really thought about it, she found herself playing every single time she got stuck in conversation with one Jasmine Kennedie). “No offence, but I think I’m plenty more personable than you.”

“Well, let’s see who can get more people to sign up than, shall we?”

It was just Daya’s luck that Jasmine stormed miles ahead in their race, managing to secure an entire two-thirds of the names on their list despite the fact she’d taken a fifteen-minute break to go call Angie on the phone and, in her words, not Daya’s, spill all the tea from the night before.

“All I’m saying is that this means nothing yet. I bet half of these girls will turn up to training and not even know how to throw a ball.”

“How d’ya know they’re any better than the people you got?” Jasmine prodded the sheet with her pen. “One of the girls I got used to play for her county, she should be worth like three points.”

“All I’m saying is there’s a difference between flirting with someone until they sign up and genuinely finding someone who wants to play netball. And I think you’ll find I’ve been focusing on the latter.”

“Only because you don’t know how to flirt.” Jasmine chuckled.

“Says who?”

“Me.” Jasmine paused to smile at some girls walking past, Daya far too invested in her teammate's comments to even care about recruiting anymore. “Don’t make me remind you about the Captain from St Veronicas. Your face turned all red and your voice went up about five octaves when she asked for your number.”

Daya was shocked that Jasmine even remembered that, a fleeting moment on their way out from a tournament that Daya had been trying to forget ever since.

There was yet another reason to add to her list of why Jasmine was the most irritating person on the planet. Because apparently, regardless of the fact she’d once forgotten to bring their kit bag to training and they had to spend their hour booked on the court playing British Bulldog and What Time Is It Mr Wolf, Jasmine had the long-term memory of a fucking elephant.

“She was only asking so we could organise a friendly match at the end of term.”

“Really? Cause I don’t remember ever such a match taking place.” Jasmine rubbed her chin, playing right with Daya’s pride like it was play-doh in her hands.

“Scheduling conflict,” Daya lied, knowing that she would never hear the end of it if she admitted to Jasmine that she’d ignored the other girl’s texts.

If there was one thing Daya did not wish to discuss with Jasmine, it was her love life. Or more specifically, the fact she managed to find something wrong with every girl who had tried anything with her that year (she could still hear Crystal screaming at her in their living room because Daya said the girl she’d pulled on Bank Holiday was too nice for her to put up with).

“Hey, she goes to Trans Soc.” Jasmine pointed to a girl across the way from them, Daya grateful for the change in conversation until she actually saw the girl.

Or more specifically, saw how Jasmine saw the girl.

“She’s so tall, she’d make a great addition.” Jasmine started waving frantically like a kid trying to get their parents' attention in a school play. “Bosco!”

“Just because you’re tall doesn’t mean you’re good at netball, Jasmine.”

“Then what do we need you for?” Jasmine muttered through a clenched smile as the girl made her way over.

She was tall, of course (but not quite as tall as Daya. If she’d been just an ounce more childish she’d have found an excuse to stand up and prove it but figured it was probably best not to). And gorgeous too, long black locks flowing down the back of her head like she’d just stepped off the front of a L’Oreal box.

Jasmine looked like she wanted to pounce on her then and there and if Daya was being honest, she couldn’t blame her.

“Jasmine,” the girl purred (like, literally, purred). “Didn’t expect to see you looking all fresh and nice after last night.”

“Not gonna lie, I felt a bit seedy this morning,” Jasmine giggled (a fake laugh that she used whenever she was trying to impress anyone - somehow more annoying than her real one, which Daya had managed to mistake for choking at least three times on the coach that term). “But I’ll do anything for my Captain.”

Except actually speaking to anyone who wanted to play netball, apparently.

“You wanna sign up?” Daya gestured to the sheet, anything to break up the intense eye-fucking taking place over her bowl of Tesco’s finest cookies. “We’re having tryouts next week.”

“Not sure if netball is really my thing. Team spirit and all that, bit too much for me.”

“You could always write your number down anyway, you know, just in case you change your mind? Would always be good for us to have it.” Jasmine handed the pen to her friend, grinning like an idiot when her charm actually managed to work.

Daya didn’t know whether to give her a pat on the back or a slap across the face once the girl had bid her farewell.

She settled for a dirty look instead.

“What? She’s hot.”

“Correct,” Daya admitted. “But there is no correlation between how hot you are and how good you are at playing netball.”

“I dunno. I think between the pair of us it’d be hard to find any evidence against that theory.”

Daya inhaled the crumbs of the cookie she was eating in shock, reaching for her water quickly in hope that Jasmine didn’t clock her reaction to being called hot.

A compliment she’d never expected to hear from Jasmine’s lips for starters.

Even if she was complimenting herself in the process.

“Okay, so you only got her number for netball purposes and you’re deffo not gonna text her later then?”

“Depends.” Jasmine shrugged her shoulders, grabbing one of Daya’s cookies only to take the smallest bite in existence then set it back down on the table. “Maybe I just did it to annoy you.”

Daya took a cookie for herself to put an end to their conversation.

After all, she knew there was no point denying that Jasmine had succeeded in her task, she was obviously thrown and too proud to even try and argue otherwise.

Jasmine’s flirting at the fair had well and truly rattled her cage.

Perhaps, for more reasons than one.

pride - the putting of one's own desires, urges, wants, and whims before the welfare of other people

After captaining the firsts for the past six months, Daya had seen some sights.

From Jorgie turning up to training in the middle of winter in a tiny pair of shorts and a sports bra to grab the attention of the men's volleyball team practising next to them to Camden pretending to fall over then bouncing back up in a (surprisingly successful) attempt to lose the girl marking her, Daya knew their team was glued together with affection, chaos and duct tape.

She’d grown to expect surprises and had learned not to even blink when one of her girls did something out of pocket.

Yet she found herself knocked for six by none other than Jasmine Kennedie. Unable to find anything compelling to say after the other girl, who’d just spent their entire coach journey belting Fifth Harmony in a pitch Daya had only ever heard within cringe X Factor compilations, came up to her before their match had even started asking to be benched.

“Just take my bib and give it to someone else, I can get you water and snacks for if your sugars get low.” She thrust the bib into Daya’s hands and walked away.

“I have water and snacks.” Daya caught up with her as she left the hall, the cold outside making the hairs on her arms stand up. “This is the biggest match of the year and now you’ve suddenly decided now that you can’t be bothered to play?”

“It’s not that,” she snapped back. “And besides, you’re the one always saying I’m not as good as I think I am.”

“Are you really doing this so I can pay you some compliments, Jasmine? I put you in our starting lineup every single game and I’ve voted you as player of the match at least ten times this term. In fact, I think the only time I didn’t was as a joke because June went a whole hour without losing an item of clothing. You know I think you’re amazing or I wouldn’t be here, begging you to play right now.”

“You’ve voted for me every time?”

“You know you’re good, Jasmine, or you wouldn’t even be here right now because frankly, you’re the most annoying person I know.”

The air turned heavy between them, Daya regretting the words the second they came out of her mouth. It was something she said a thousand times, both to Jasmine’s face and when she wasn’t around (she was pretty sure Willow had started a tally on their whiteboard at home for how often Daya twisted a normal conversation to be about Jasmine). But that time felt different, the other girl scrunching her nose before bending down to sit on the curb.

Daya squatted down next to her.

“That was harsh.” Daya broke the silence. “I didn’t mean it.”

“You did.”

“Maybe a little.” Daya tried to catch Jasmine’s eyes but she turned away. “But I didn’t mean it like that. I just want you to play, is all.”

“They said I shouldn’t,” Jasmine muttered.

“What?”

“The girls from Rowling.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t want you to play if I was them either. Unless they enjoy being red in the face fifteen minutes in.”

“I was going to the vending machine to get you some snacks. I know you said you already have some but I am absolutely terrified you’re gonna pass out in the middle of a match after that one time you got all trembly at training. It really grossed me out so I normally get some extras just in case. But then they were there getting some drinks in front of me and I overheard them. They said…” She trailed off. “They said it was unfair.”

Oh.

Daya’s first thought was anger, wanting to go up to the stupid girls who Jasmine had overheard and introduce them to her size nine New Balances that just so happened to be covered in about two inches of mud from her run the night before.

And if that didn’t get the message across, then she had a few choice words for them too. The type of words that had made Crystal introduce a Swear Jar in their house to train Daya’s potty mouth for job interviews and save up some money for their trip down South too (Daya would have made it all the way across the Channel with the amount she’d have to add for the Rowling girls. Shame she didn’t know how to say ‘absolute fucking cunts’ in French).

But when she looked over at Jasmine, quiet as a mouse perched on the edge of the curb, all that wrath evaporated away and she just felt completely and utterly heartbroken.

“They’re wrong.” Daya touched her arm.

It was something she’d done a thousand times. On the bus when she wanted a swig of Lucozade and didn’t want to make a fuss asking anyone else if they had anything else. During training when they practised gameplay, Jasmine screaming ‘contact’ as if she was an umpire the second Daya’s hand would go near her to make them start the whole drill all over again. Or in the library earlier that week, when Jasmine and Jorgie made the wise decision to sit opposite her and gossip about the girl Jasmine had pulled on their last social ‘til Daya was practically forced to tap on her arm and tell them to shut up like the Karen they’d turned her into.

But she prayed this time was different, that it would tell Jasmine all the things running through her mind.

Tell Jasmine they were wrong and she really, fucking meant it.

“You know they’re wrong. They’re just saying it ‘cause they know they couldn’t beat you even if they trained for another fifty years and they’re insecure about that.”

“Isn’t that their point?” Jasmine raised a brow.

“You’re not good at netball because you're trans, Jasmine.” Daya squeezed her arm. “You’re good at netball because you’ve spent an annoying amount of years training to be good. Plus, you have more energy than a staffie on acid. That’s the only concerning thing happening here.”

“I know that,” she replied. “I know they’re wrong but they don’t. And they’ll only say it more if I play. Just play someone else and I’ll come in and cheer for you when I’m ready, okay?”

Camden arrived before Daya could protest anymore, letting her know that the umpires were ready to start and she needed to be on court within the next few minutes unless they wanted to be disqualified.

“I’ll see you in there.” Jasmine nodded at Daya to go. “Winning.”

“That is what we’re good at,” Daya replied, a statement which felt quite sour in their third quarter when Rowling scored yet another goal, leaving the firsts three points behind despite Jorgie’s insane jumps in defence and Camden’s solid play at centre.

“Don’t go to that place,” Angie spoke hastily before she made her way back to position, raising her eyes at Daya like she was her sulky teenage niece who needed telling off.

“I’m literally choking,” Daya replied, knowing full well they would have normally scored another five goals by this point and that loss had nothing to do with Angie’s performance.

An observation which was then solidified in the rest of the quarter as Daya not only got called up three times for footwork but also managed to throw the entire weight of her body into the goalpost at one point.

In fact, she was getting so used to the whistle being blown at her that she automatically jumped back and put her hands by her sides ready to give a free pass when it was blown at the end of the quarter.

She’d be hearing that whistle in her fucking dreams that night.

“Hey.” Daya made her way over to Jasmine as the rest of the team grabbed their water.

“You know, you’re not doing as bad as you think you are, you just gotta get focused. You’re playing really fast and making these big overhead passes but if you just slow it down and get some sneaky ones in there you can catch up. Plus, you know, if you manage to stay on your feet.”

“Do you remember what you said to me the first time we met?”

“What? I’m trying to talk to you about the game.”

“Do you remember?” Daya repeated herself, earning a head shake from Jasmine. “You said that you couldn’t wait to train with us every week and I called you cocky because it was only a trial and nothing was guaranteed.”

“Well, of course, I remember that.” Jasmine rolled her eyes, cracking up the start of a smile.

“You told me you weren’t cocky, you were proud. And your mum told you since you were a little kid that you’ve always gotta be proud and put yourself first. Now please go take your bib back from Alyssa.”

“You’re never normally this nice to me.”

“Because normally I don’t have to convince you to fuck what anyone else thinks and be yourself. And for once, I’m not feeling too proud to admit that I need you.” Daya reached a hand out to her. “Synergy?”

“I believe it's pronounced synerg-eye.”

“I’ll let you call me fucking Dayie if you help me destroy some assholes for the next fifteen minutes.”

With that, Jasmine took her hand.

“‘Lyssa! Dayie-boo says I can have your bib.”

“I’m gonna regret this, aren’t I?

“One-hundred percent.”

But she didn’t at all. Not when Jasmine came onto the pitch and immediately wormed around her marker to snatch the ball for their first pass. And not when she and Angie manoeuvred their way back down to the D, Daya’s arms ready in the air as Jasmine passed from the right and helped them secure that first goal back.

Then the next one and the next one and the one after that too til the pair of them had scored another five between them and secured themselves the win.

Not even when Jasmine plonked herself down next to her on the coach, exclaiming that she was changing Daya’s nickname in their group chat and there was nothing she could do to stop her.

“As long as you stop calling me that once we get to the pub,” Daya laughed, pulling her own phone out to immediately make sure Jasmine didn’t have admin access in their chat to make the change either way.

“Oh my god, you’re actually coming to the pub with us?”

“Yeah. I reckon I need something down my throat to make me forget that I fell into the fucking goalpost in front of everyone.”

“It was kinda impressive, to be honest.”

Daya passed a headphone to the other girl who popped it into her ear with no hesitation, their heads moving in close together out of second nature.

“Plus, I think I might owe one of my girls a drink.”

#rpdr fanfiction #daya betty #jasmine kennedie #daya x jasmine #s14 #netball au #lesbian au #university au #college au #british au #trans character #enemies to lovers #sinners #ashley #tw references to transphobia

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convxction · 11 months

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"Ah, Chrom..." they had been staring. Fiddling with their book and changing their weight to one foot and back again, repeating the process for an uncomfortable amount of time. They wanted to say something. Should say something. But what do you say to someone who lost someone dear to them so suddenly? So violently? If only they were better at speaking, if only they were someone who's words weighed heavy, if only... But Akira's none of that. And so the grip on the book tightens and the pain in their chest grows stronger. It wasn't supposed to be like this. "If you need something..." they start, slowly to not choke up again. They'd cry alongside Riquet and Nero instead, not in front of the man who so kindly took them in. "I'll do anything. So...even though it's out of line for me to ask, please lean on me."

This was NOT supposed to happen. He knows that his sister walked on a dangerous path there were people who didn't like what she was calling for. Peace for everyone? They scoffed at her dreams. He saw how people treated her at first but she proved that she can follow her words ... why... . . . why can't they trust her till the end? why can't they let her make it happen? Why must they ... kill her?

She didn't deserve that end ...

All she wanted was their peace ...

Why . . . ? . . . . why . . . . ?

Why did she leave them so early? Ylisse still needs her! Lissa still needs her! H-he .... he still needs her. A life without her is unimaginable! She was the mother and father and the big sister to him; she was everything. To be robbed of life that easily is unbearable.

Even though he steeled his heart when they managed to come back to the castle after the Exalt's demise, Chrom was still fighting to grasp what had happened. Gangrel's plan worked even though they tried to stop him, Emmeryn .... Emmeryn died, the Ylisseans are in shock, and his army is still in disbelief ... Lissa .... Lissa is still crying.

What should he do? . . . Someone please wake him up from this nightmare. Please!!

Chrom had been zoning off, spacing into the far distance when Akira came to find him. He didn't have the heart to stay in the castle after what happened so he remained in The Shepherds HQ. There is .... There is no way he would come back home without seeing, even a fraction of her dream true. He will be damned if he will let her sacrifice go to waste. She didn't choose that end for him to be a coward and not do anything. Still . . .he is still hurt. This wound would never seem to heal even as time goes by.

The prince snapped out of his train of thought when he felt someone's presence around him. " . . . ? . . . Aki...ra?" Frederick had requested that Chrom would use this preparation time to rest for a bit. Anyone with good eyesight would see how tired and ...lifeless his eyes had become. Even his usual lighthearted smile had gone. There's nothing he could do about it when there is nothing but hatred brewing in his heart. He knows this is not what his sister wished for but ... WHAT ELSE IS HE SUPPOSED TO FEEL WHEN HIS FAMILY WAS KILLED RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM? HE IS A HUMAN, TOO DAMN IT! He ... He can't be ... He can't be like her .... He's not good at controlling his emotions like her ....sobs ... damn it ... damn it!

He .. misses her.

And he is tired . . .

Usually, he would ask if something is wrong but today he has no ... well, how to say it ... he is not ... conscious of the world around him.

To be honest, Akira's hesitation somewhat irritated him. What does he want? If he has something to say just say it already! A frown knitted his eyebrows but thankfully, he managed to quel his, unreasonable, anger and wait for the other to speak up.

Damn it ...! he is getting angry for petty reasons, too? ... Perhaps he is not fit for her ideals if he can't get himself together now? How ...stupid. Stupid ... Stupid!

Pressing a hand against his face, he took a deep breath and then looked back at the young man. An eyebrow raised at what Akira had said initially, "some ...thing?" if he need something? How about someone tells him this is all but a bad dream and he will wake up soon? ....as if. He can't be cruel to the guy who came to ... cheer him up. Akira is a good guy. He knows that it's just... the timing could not be more unfavorable for him.

Calm down ... He's trying his best, too. Can't you see his willed-up eyes? Ah..right. Everyone has ...lost her, too, right? He remembers Akira mentioning that Riquet only came back because of Emmeryn so did Akira and Nero with him. They are ... mourning, too. Everyone lost Emmeryn.. not just him.

Heh... she was everyone's big sister, wasn't she? How much he hated sharing her but you can't contain a light like that to yourself, can you? She was ... she....damn it.....damn it.....

"I'll do anything. So...even though it's out of line for me to ask, please lean on me."

To these words, Chrom was stunned for a moment. His face was paralyzed with confusion and shock before he lowers it to grit his teeth in the hope he stops his quivering lips.

He's an idiot, isn't he?

Ylisse might regret having him as the next in line of succession but damn it... He will not give up! for people like Akira in his life!! How else is he supposed to repay them back for standing with him all this way?

"Aaah!!! Damn it!!!" his hands run down his face to wipe away the tears and tiredness out of his face. He took another deep breath before looking back at Akira. Hopefully, he has not scared him away with that mood swing haha ....ahem.

There is it ... the smile he missed for a while now. "Thank you ..." his voice though cracked a little bit. Oh, come on! It is not time to cry! "A-ahem, um .. Thank.. you. Thank you, Akira. I ... I don't know what I want now but ... I'll come to you if I needed it ... promise." there was a single teardrop escaping his right eye and before the dam lets loose he turns around. "I better .. check on everyone's preparations..."

"Akira... can you check on Riquet for me? I hope he's...doing well."

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myriadof-fandoms · 2 years

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Please give us the essay 🥺

damn thank you for indulging me 👉👈 i'd love nothing more so:

let's start this of with probably my fav thing about stranger things: subtext. so much of this show, of these characters is subtext. especially when it comes to billy. there is not a lot actually explicitly stated in the show about his character. a lot that is treated as a fact is made up by the fandom by what really is more subtext of the scenes we see with him. particularly from season 2.

apropos season 2 billy. definitely not a great brother figure i think we can all agree. a reckless 17-year old with a lot of anger issues. i have a whole essay about the different possible characterisations of him too, someone stop me. his interactions with max? not great. absolutely not great. i personally think calling it abusive goes a bit far but that's just me. i also think there is a lot to be said for his actions maybe being screwed up ways of showing affection but that again is another essay in itself.

however as it is in season 2 we have: no kind words between max and billy, no real emotion unless it's anger or fear or frustration, max specifically talking with obvious disdain about him.

what do we have in season 3? none of the above.

i mean even s2 ends with billy looking at max in something that looks like contemplation, there's no disdain, and i would venture to say even affection in his look but obviously that's subjective. what isn't subjective is that despite max taking him out before, the season doesn't end violently between them. it ends just with them looking at each other.

now in s3? things are vastly different.

when max talks about billy in s3 it's in a way that just screams annoyed little sister. "wrong is kind of his default" said while smiling. to her friend. no reason to be pretending. and while they are in his room. listen my good dudes idk but that's not really what you'd do if you were being abused by someone.

especially bc in s2 max was clearly scared of billy and what he'd do. she was visibly scared when he held her arm in the car, she made lucas stay behind in the arcade, she turned the steering wheel, "he'll kill me, he'll kill us". if she'd been feeling that fear in s3 still she probably would not have gone as far as to enter his room. she was actively trying not to aggravate him before and in s3 it doesn't seem at all like she fears any consequences from him.

another important point: she is obviously upset by the idea of billy being flayed. she says so multiple times. she denies the chance of it. not particularly how you'd expect someone to react if they were feeling indifferent or hateful towards someone?

she also offers him up to be spied on by el in the first place. again why'd she do that if she were feeling as upset by him as she was in the previous season? also the only thing she warns eleven of is billy potentially being with a girl. like that's the worst she could imagine him doing.

max is also not particularly surprised by how nice billy acts when they find him with the holloways. when he is being perfectly polite, introduces her as his sister, and is nice to her. sure she looks a bit confused in the moment but ultimately summarises the evening to mean he's normal.

the sauna scene. honestly. the main point. she at first doesn't even want to do it. my baby is deep in denial. "i hope it's not you." and then she is visibly upset when they do put him in the sauna. before he's activated billy is begging her to believe him. and listen my dudes if he was feeling spiteful or disdainful towards her? he probably wouldn't be doing that. "please believe me max" he trusts her. when she asks him to explain further, he does. she wants to help him. there's enough affection between them that seeing him completely breaking down makes max cry.

moving onto my least favourite scene: his death. max' shock upon seeing him dying and begging for him to stay alive. mh. yeah idk. her guilt in s4 as well (i'm not gonna go into what else went on in s4 bc i'm not yet done with my rewatch) oh also just that she touches him without hesitance when he's on the floor. and sure he's clearly wounded but there is no hesitance on her side to get in his space at all. same as before when she was trying to get through to him when he was coming towards her, eleven and mike. she stands there and talks to him right until he is in her space and doesn't flinch away from him. yes abuse or hate are different and don't show for everyone the same way but also. this is very atypical behaviour, at multiple times just saying.

then there is the obvious grief. (granted i think grief itself doesn't necessarily mean that the person who's gone wasn't abusive or just shitty, simply bc it's not as black and white as people would like to make it out to be.) and then i mean obviously people grieve differently but also i personally think the fact that she is shown in his room does kind of point towards a better relationship too, it's a clear admittance at least to herself that she is missing him to a degree. she is seeking out his presence in a way? from what i know about grieving someone you didn't particularly want around the part of missing them is hard to accept. but again not my main point and also not a fact just yk my personal thoughts.

lastly i could also bring up my favourite thing ever: in s2 max knows how to drive the camaro and someone has to have taught her. it was billy and you can't change my mind. so even before s2 maybe there was a better relationship? .. there could be other clues for that too but yeah no i think i've made my point:

billy hargrove and max mayfield had an at least decent relationship by s3, thank you for your time. @ the duffers i'll meet you about this in a parking lot somewhere and i'll bring my k*ll nancy instead of steve presentation.

#.. i put too much thought into this show #sigh #thank you anon #i appreciate getting to talk so much lmao #i have so many feelings about billy hargrove #stranger things #billy hargrove #max mayfield #my favourite siblings #ask #anon

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Nightmare Waiters of the Lounge

Octavinelle Characters: Jade,(OC) Millefoglie, Floyd, Azul.

(Everyone is a third year and Millie is a second year.)

Story:

"Honestly I think you'd look better in a skirt. You are a girl" a Savanaclaw student commented having pinned Millefolie against a wall. She rolled her eyes, and promptly kicked the boy in the shin and then the groin.

Good thing I dont rely on men to pick out my wardrobe. If I did that I'd have to rip your dick off" she smiled coldly. The boy glared at her reaching for his pen. "Heh" she smirked sadistically. "Gonna use your magic to force me into submission? I'd love to see you try" she smirked brushing her semi wavy brown curls out of her face.

"Lie there and suffer--"

A strong hand grabbed her into a hug from behind.

"Millie we need to go" Floyd said all too happy.

He must have squeezed a few people. Jade was not too far away, as usual. "Let go of me Floyd" Milliefoglie wriggled slowly slipping from Floyd's grip.

"Millie, let's go to the Lounge" Jade's voice called, Jade the only one she listened to.

"Damn it Jade" she muttered.

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"Millie---"

Yes?" Milliefoglie turned on her heel, sportung the same dorm uniform as Jade and Floyd. Much like Jade and Azul she actually wore it properly. (Floyd take notes)

"Please don't get angry with the customers..." Azul stated. Was he pleading with her? How cute.

"No promises" was the reply.

"Floyd what will you do the next time someone angers you?" Azul asked moving on to the next menace in his little quartet.

Floyd turned to face Azul. "Put 30 jalapeno peppers in the food they order." "Floyd no" Azul sighed. They went over this everytime at the start of the work day. But neither Floyd or Milliefoglie could make it through the day without being violent. Azul of course used it as a opportunity to rope in more contracts.

But now he had a new problem. A student had come hoping to win Milliefoglie's affections. He honestly had no intentions on helping but he needed Millie in a good mood before he mentioned it to her. What happened in grade school was a accident. A UNMENTIONABLE accident.

"I'll keep them both in line Azul" Jade promised. Azul raised his eyebrow. Jade was always able to get Millie to do whatever. Azul bet it was because they were both quiet lunatics well maybe not so much with Millie but appearances were deceiving.

Millie had her obsession with snow globes, Jade had his mushrooms. Azul knew that if she found her birthday present early again he'd never hear the end of it. But at least Millie would be quiet. When she stopped teasing him.

Hopefully.

There was also the little thing about Milliefoglie that seemed to pull the three of them to her. Maybe her unique magic had something to do with it.

Jade had simply said they were friends when he'd asked why she seemed to listen to him. But of course, Jade had no reason to tell Azul, assuming he knew. Asking Millie was out of the question. She'd pester him about why he was curious and then lecture him about privacy so he'd feel like he had a older sister even though he was the older one.

Azul was not ready to endure that again.

But to be truthful... The four of them had unique friendship Azul thought smiled faintly as he went through the door leading to the manager's room.

He ignored the fact that Jade was currently encouraging the armwrestle between Floyd and Millie. Well he wasn't doing anything to stop it at least.

Millie was of course stronger than Floyd and Floyd knew this. Why he insisted upon a arm wrestle every month baffled him, almost more than the fact he stopped calling her by her nickname; "Juumonjidako-chan".

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"Alright! today we actually behaved!" Floyd flopped onto a couch.

"Well... wanna arm wrestle Floyd? I'll let you win this time" Millie offered from the chair she was sitting in.

"Nuh uh I learned my lesson" Floyd grinned clearly he had a better idea.

Like she read his mind, Milliefoglie's eyes lit up. "Azul bought a pie yesterday! We could all have a slice"

Floyd leaped off the couch "I'm getting the biggest knife!" He charged straight out the room and into the kitchen.

Jade observed Millie almost happily. Millie of course was either oblivious or simply didn't care. Jade preferred the latter since he knew Millie wasn't an idiot.

"So it seems the advances toward you havent ceased even with a good deal of us saying you are off limits" Jade mused calmly although he was everything but calm.

Millie shrugged "its good fighting practice although it stopped being fun after the first two months of my first year" she admitted taking off the fedora and bowtie.

"Are the fights not to your liking?" Jade asked clearly amused. Millie could picture the smirk on Jade's face although she simply didn't bother to look up.

"It's not that it's just they all seem kind of... I don't know desperate. I'm not all that. I'm not even in the circus anymore" she sighed.

".." Jade's tall frame loomed over her 'maybe you need something really big that will convince them to leave you alone.' Jade suggested his face displaying a sly smile although the statement had a double meaning.

"I can't just whip out my merform and suddenly be a hundred times more intimidating like you three. I'm the adorabilis. The one who's cute. I'll probably attract more people that way." Millie waved her hand dismissively. "I'm Like a light drawing bugs to it just by existing."

'Maybe you need a bird to eat the bugs for you?' Jade thought. He was about to voice his thought but Floyd came back with the pie and a simple knife... Along with Azul. "Azul saw and made me put back the chef knife" he said sadly.

"I was wondering why you were taking so long. Of course you got scolded" Millie snickered.

Jade smiled and as for Azul's victim-- ahem customer... Well he'd have to be politely rejected. Jade was more than up for the task. After all no one touched anything the Leech twins said you couldn't touch.

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Author notes: Maybe I'll write another scene featuring this and explaining more later. I wanted this to be longer but I reconstructed the story and got lazy halfway through it. I was always complained at fir halfassing things. If you want more just ask. Preferably via my askbox, I'm pretty sure I do have one.

Story notes:

1 Millie herself is also a meroctopus. As you may have guessed.

2 Millefoglie is Italian for "a thousand leaves;" it might refer to autumn yellow leaves (which is the color of Millie's merform.)

3 Millie is adorabilis (flapjack)octopus to be precise. She was in the circus until she ran away (with Floyd's help.) Jade and Azul were dragged along because... Well someone has to be a "adult" to supervise Floyd. Personally I'm not sure Jade is very reliable. His options usually range from "get floyd out of shit or "sit back and watch Floyd get in shit and get him out when it looks bad" (I bet I just summed up their childhood).

4 The name "Juumonjidako" is a reference to dumbo (he was in the circus). Though I doubt Floyd would have known about this unless a similar event to the animated dumbo movie was occurring on land and Floyd somehow learned about it.

Anymore questions about Millie well feel free to ask.

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #original character

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