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irkimatsu · 4 months

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Filling a request for @christinaatyourservice92! She requested a Husk x Reader where Reader "cleans up nicely", so to speak.

Husk/Reader, featuring Angel as an enthusiastic wingman. Some other characters kind of exist I guess. Reader is wearing a dress but otherwise their gender isn't specified; we're friendly to mascs in dresses here. Nothing further than dancing and kissing, anything with Husk is going to be a slowburn. But I love a good slowburn.

I'm still new to this fandom and haven't written most of these characters at all before, so please be patient with me! And feel free to send requests; I can't promise to have something for all of them, but who knows what could happen if you strike my fancy! (Probably only answering Husk related ones for now, though. Fuck I love Husk. Give me some Husk time for a bit. Husk... ahem.)

A ball wasn’t the worst bonding idea that Charlie ever had.

Granted, calling whatever was going on in the lobby of the hotel a “ball” was a bit of an overstatement. There weren’t that many guests, for one thing; the hotel didn’t have enough people for that, even including the employees. The decorations were set up quickly and cheaply, making the whole thing look more like a child’s birthday party. Entertainment was provided by Alastor, who stood off to the side and played instrumental ragtime music through his staff, presumably wondering what kind of nonsense this whole affair would lead to.

It had already led to Niffty dancing through the lobby with a “partner” made of bug carcasses, dust bunnies, and assorted other unmentionables, so that was a start.

Husk didn’t have to put in any sort of effort for this mess, but something had inspired him to clean himself up for once. He’d changed into a full suit and forgone the top hat, and he stood by the tables gently sipping a glass of red wine instead of chugging whiskey like it was a water bottle.

Angel, of course, noticed the discrepancy.

“Ooh, lookit you, all fancy,” he remarked as he took a spot beside Husk. Angel wasn’t too keen on the whole event, but he’d taken the opportunity to dress up in a nice skirt and wig, not one to waste a chance to play with his appearance. He certainly wasn’t giving up the chance to show off his legs, given how short his skirt was. “What’s the occasion?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Husk asked. “Not like I’m the only one dressed up.”

“Yeah, but I was born to look good. I ain’t showing up to even the shittiest party without showing off what I got! You, on the other hand, look uncomfortable.”

“It’s these wings,” Husk said. “It’s so damn hard to find a shirt that fits ‘em.”

“So why not take the shirt off?” Angel suggested, sing-songy tone confirming that he knew exactly how that sounded. Husk merely smiled and rolled his eyes at his friend’s sense of humor.

“Have you seen Y/N?” Husk asked.

“Ohhhhh.” Angel chuckled. “Ohhhh, I see what this is about…”

“Have you seen them?” Husk responded, his expression not changing.

“Someone like them at a ball? Uh-uh, ain’t no way they’re comin’ down here. You know they’re too much of a recluse for this fancy dress-up business.”

“You really think so…?”

“Aw, what’s got you lookin’ so down, Whiskers?”

Husk ignored Angel for another sip of wine, his desire to maintain some semblance of class preventing him from downing it as quickly as he’d like.

“Right. Be right back.”

“You better not be thinking about what I think you are!” Husk called after Angel as he walked away, but Angel didn’t respond.

—

You’re not going down there. You are not going down there. Not in this.

It’s not like it’s a revealing outfit or anything. It’s just a frilly, floor-length red dress. You’d picked it up when Charlie first announced the ball, fully intending to wear it that evening.

This is the first time you’ve looked at yourself in the mirror while wearing it, and the mirror is doing nothing to convince you to leave the room in this thing.

Even when you were alive, you were never particularly feminine; being feminine required being cute, and that just wasn’t something you were ever comfortable considering yourself as. Your appearance became even less of a concern after you died, with clothing being more of a suggestion than anything else. But a formal occasion sounded like the perfect chance to change that status quo.

What a stupid idea that was.

“Hey, Toots!” That voice along with three simultaneous knocks could only be one person. “You comin’ downstairs?”

“I’m fine! Thanks!” you call back without another thought. Why couldn’t you have gotten a nice outfit that was more gender neutral? Maybe you could change to your plain clothes and join the party that way…

But you know his tastes, and he might be disappointed to see you showing up for what’s supposed to be a major event in casual streetwear…

Better off not risking it.

“Aw, but it’s borin’!” Angel called from the other side of the door. “We could use some company down there!”

“Go ahead without me!” you assured Angel, preparing to change out of the dress and spend the evening to yourself in your room.

“But Husk wants to see you!”

The sound of his name makes you freeze.

It’s not a surprise that he wants to see you, really. You two have been getting along well, talking about your shared appreciation for music and the performing arts. Even the other members of the hotel have commented that Husk never softens quite as much as when you show an interest in his stories of his days as a performer in Vegas. He really does seem to like spending time with you.

But to hear it spoken out loud…

“You okay in there?”

You slowly open the door to see Angel standing there. At least you don’t need to worry about being overdressed; Angel’s got you beat in that department. He’s always impressed you with how he can take an outfit that should be so, so tacky on paper and yet make it work.

His eyes widen at the sight of you, and he lets out a whistle. “Well, damn. You in a dress. Never thought it’d happen.”

“I look stupid,” you mutter, holding your upper arm as you turn your head away. “I have no idea how to wear this thing…”

Angel scoffs. “You kiddin’? Look at me, honey. You know the types of people I hang out with, and let me tell ya, there is no one who can’t pull off a dress if they wanna.”

“Do you think Husk will like it?”

Angel laughs, and you immediately regret letting those words escape your mouth.

“Um, not that I… it’s just, he went to parties like this all the time, right? When he was alive, and when he was an Overlord, so he knows what people are supposed to wear… we’ve been getting along, but it might look bad if I’m underdressed…”

“You could go down there in a brown paper bag, and ol’ kitty cat down there would still be staring at you,” Angel assures you.

“Are you sure…?”

“Jesus Christ, you two are clueless.” He takes your hand in two of his and starts tugging you toward the stairs. “C’mon. You’re gonna go give Husk something to do besides finish off the wine all by himself.”

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The reaction you get when you reach the lobby is less than you expected. Charlie’s happy to greet you, which you appreciate, but hers wasn’t the reaction you were looking for.

The only reaction you get from Husk is a briefly surprised glance before he turns away to refill his wine.

Is that really it…?

Angel must be equally unimpressed with the response. He storms over to Husk, and while you can’t really hear the conversation, you can see that it involves a lot of arm flailing from Angel and tail lashing from Husk.

The only phrase you can pick out is Angel saying, “Well, forgive me for trying to get you some-”

Should you go back upstairs? Husk doesn’t seem as happy to see you as Angel implied he would, and all you’re doing down here is standing in the middle of the room like an idiot. While you try to decide whether to run off and never think of this again, you notice Angel approach Alastor. He’s talking to Alastor with the same animated arm motions, while Alastor listens on in mild amusement. As Angel walks away, Alastor rolls his eyes and shakes his head, then gently taps his staff against the floor.

The bouncy ragtime music abruptly shifts to a downtempo jazz number.

Husk’s ears perk up at the sound, and as he looks up to figure out what’s going on, he locks eyes with you. You’re looking back at him, maintaining eye contact for far longer than he had when you first entered. He can’t just ignore you after that, can he?

Indeed, he can’t. Slowly, he walks toward you, uncertain at first but progressively gaining confidence. Angel flashes thumbs up signs that he can’t see behind him.

“Good evening,” he greets you, his deep voice so much more smooth than anything he’d shown as recently as thirty seconds ago. “You look nice tonight.”

“Thank you,” you respond, flashing your best smile. “You, too.”

Husk in a suit… you could get used to this.

His smile is surprisingly gentle when he does it without teeth. He holds out his paw. “Shall we dance?”

You take his paw in one hand, and he takes your other hand in his other paw. The two of you gently sway together, not making much contact, but even this proximity is making your chest pound. His confidence has grown considerably; he’s clearly used to things like this. He’s perfectly on rhythm, not holding your hands too loosely or tightly.

As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, he places a paw on your shoulder and pulls you close to him. You’re at a loss at what to do with your now free hand. It finds its way to his hip, and instantly your face starts heating. No, that’s way too much, way too quickly-

He doesn’t say anything about it. He only smiles.

Maybe it’s okay.

You stop focusing so much on where his hands are, or how he’s moving his feet. Your only concern is the gentle look he’s giving you as he dances with you, leading you in a perfect rhythm.

His arms have found their way around your waist at some point. You’re too lost in the moment to question it.

He whispers your name, and is it just you or is his face getting incredibly close? You raise a hand to stroke the fur on his cheek.

His lips are on yours, so chastely but they’re there, and you’re so floored by the action that you barely even register Angel whooping in the background. The kiss only lasts an instant, but you’re both a little more breathless now than when you started.

It’s the only time you kiss for now, but you spend much more time swaying together. You don’t know where one song ends and another begins; it’s only the underscore for one long dance, where the sliver of space between your bodies feels like a chasm.

No… not tonight. Not here. Not while they’re watching.

—

If it were up to you, that dance would have never ended… which is why it’s probably for the best that the sultry saxophone music abruptly changed to a loud swing number.

Alastor looks rather pleased with himself for the interruption.

You’d spend more time with Husk in the lobby, but not only is the music giving you a headache, but Angel keeps on staring at you with a raised eyebrow and a grin, and you don’t want any more time to think about what he’s theorizing in regards to your personal life.

“I wanna go back upstairs,” you tell Husk. Before he can look too disappointed, you then add, “You can come with me if you want.”

After you shout a good night at Charlie and Vaggie and Husk flicks a good-natured middle finger to the smirking Angel, the two of you head upstairs, and after some brief discussion, you agree to spend your time in Husk’s room. The two of you sit on the edge of his bed for a while as he shows you his collection of vinyls, and you discuss the possibility of the two of you possibly performing some of his favorite songs as a duet, with him on his saxophone and you singing.

“It’d be nice if we could sing together, too,” you say. “You have a really nice voice.”

The compliment flusters him enough that it takes him a moment to respond. “Maybe… but most of the duets I can sing are love songs.”

Now it’s your turn to blush, and it’s a lot more obvious on you than it is on him. You can’t hide the truth; you might as well say it out loud.

“I’d like singing a love song with you.”

Husk looks at the ceiling and smiles to himself, his thoughts elsewhere. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done a duet. Singing a love song with someone, and meaning every word of it… there’s nothing like it. I wouldn’t want to sing a duet like that with someone who doesn’t mean it.”

You snap him out of his daydream by placing your hand over his paw. “What about me? If I did mean it?”

He chuckles to himself. “You’d mean it? This soon? You just got here. We barely know each other.” Despite his words, he turns his paw around so he can hold your hand in return.

“You’re the one who kissed me down there,” you remind him.

“A single kiss isn’t love. Love takes time.” His body language doesn’t seem to be matching his words as he squeezes your hand. “It takes patience. Compromise. It’s not gonna fall into place easily. It’s easy to screw up… I’ve done it before.”

He’s looking at your face again, a once-unseen vulnerability in his eyes.

“...I don’t want to screw it up again. Not with you.”

“We can at least try.” You stroke his cheek again, now more focused than ever on the white hairs in his dark fur and the bags beneath his eyes. He’s been around for so long… he’s been hurt so many times.

If you could be the one to help him with that hurt…

You press your lips to his, and he accepts the kiss, holding it much longer than he did while you danced. He wraps his arms around you, not pulling you as closely as he could, but still letting you share in each others’ body heat.

It will take time, but you hope that someday, the two of you can sing that love song.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazbin husk x reader #uhhhh are there more tags. fuck there's so many #irk blubbers about nothing #irk huskposts

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goosedoes-fics · 1 year

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Missing

Spiderman Noir x Reader

Content warnings: alcohol mention, no use of y/n, first person (reader pov)

Notes: if you look closely you can see the exact moment that I lost all inspiration to actually finish this oneshot!! anyways yea I was gonna have it from Noir's POV but it would be harder for the reader to be gender neutral if that was the case

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The young shamus' office was colder than a summer night in Antarctica. A single light dangled overhead, dimly illuminating the room just enough that the corners were pitch black, but everything else was a bit visible. I had heard tales of the hard-boiled gumshoe, the only private eye in New York to wear a mask. It was pretty dang smart, really. Protecting his identity and all that jazz.

His feet were propped up on his desk, clad in worn leather boots that seemed to have dirt caked in from his many adventures. His fedora covered where his eyes would have been, had he not been wearing a mask that already concealed them.

I took notice of the bottle of moonshine on his desk, picking it up and inspecting the label. "Bit ironic for a detective to be drinkin' hooch, ain't it?"

For a moment, I thought he wouldn't respond, as he didn't look up nor tilt up his hat, but he leaned forward slightly as he addressed me. "Don't blow your wig, pal. You can't convince me ya haven't stepped into a speakeasy a few times."

His retort earned a quiet laugh out of me as I placed the bottle back in its original spot.

The private investigator finally took his feet off the desk and looked up at me. I could only imagine his piercing gray eyes inspecting me. The thought somehow got me flustered, subtle heat rising to my cheeks.

"You got somethin' to say, or are you just gonna stand there gawkin'?" He eventually asked, snapping me out of my stupor.

He reached into a drawer on his desk and took out a cigar, lighting it and putting it up to the fabric of his mask where his mouth would be. "Usually people come in here for me to solve a mystery."

"Oh!" I laughed nervously. Had I been staring at him? Idiot. "Right. Yeah."

Reaching into my back pocket, I retrieved a small photograph, sliding it across the table like an 8 ball in a game of pool.

"My grandma." I tapped the photo. "Y'see the necklace? It's been in my family for decades. And today, it wasn't in the safe."

The detective's interest seemed piqued, at least from what little I could deduce from his body language. "Touched it lately?"

"Not since two months ago. It's only for VERY special occasions." I shrugged, taking a glance at the nameplate on his desk. "Mr. Noir... can you find it?"

The silence was thicker than 5 year old expired eggnog. Golly, how I wished I knew what he was thinking. The only thing I could decipher was a bit of curiosity from the slight tilt of his head.

I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath until I started getting dizzy.

Eventually, he spoke up. "The question ain't can I, toots. It's will I. And the answer is yes."

A small smile spread across my lips as he stood up, handing me back the photograph with a slight tilt of his head.

"Thank you, sir."

The apartment I lived in was quite small, and hardly luxurious. Despite our family heirloom being one of such high worth, we weren't a wealthy family. But I managed to get by. Even if it wasn't large, it was cozy.

"This is your place?" His body language betrayed no thoughts. It was really quite frustrating how little I could infer from him, with only his voice and movements to determine what he was feeling.

"...it's not much," I admitted carefully, "But I do like it."

"And you never thought to sell the necklace?"

"No, sir. It's too important to our family."

Noir hummed softly, inspecting the safe when I pointed it out. He dragged a gloved finger over the surface, a thin layer of dust now coating his fingertip like ash from a fireplace. The motion somehow made me nervous, as if he was convincing me I had something to hide.

Noir looked up at me after a moment's pause. "...Listen, if you can't pay, I can-"

"No." I cut him off. "I can pay. I wouldn't have hired you if I didn't set aside some money."

The vigilante didn't respond. He merely turned back to the safe, closing the door of it before standing up straight again. He looked down at me, and I could practically feel his eyes burning into me.

"...I can't take your money, darlin'."

Frustration boiled inside of me as I took a step forward. "Yes you can. I don't need pity, detective."

A small sigh could be heard through the fabric of Noir's mask. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from having an outburst.

In a swift, almost imperceptible movement, Noir took one of my hands in both of his. The investigator's huge gloved hands dwarfed my own. "You don't understand. I know what happened with yer necklace, I can't ask you to pay me for such a quick job."

It was hard for me to choke out any words. "But-"

"No buts."

"I have to pay you. This is your job," I protested.

Noir was quiet for a moment before cupping my face in his hands. I was aware of heat rising to my cheeks. If he noticed how flustered he was making me, he didn't say anything. "You really wanna pay? I'm not gonna bump gums with you about this."

I nodded stubbornly. Perhaps I didn't quite understand the implications of his words, because after lifting up his mask just above his nose, he kissed me square on the lips.

The light pink on my cheeks doubled, turning my face red as I slowly began kissing back. My mind clouded, halting any racing thoughts and focusing only on the gentleness of his lips.

When he finally pulled away, it felt too soon. I couldn't squeak out any words as he took a step back from me, tilting his hat by the brim with a small nod.

My mind was still in a bit of a daze when he started to leave. "By the way, darlin'." I looked up at him as he spoke to me. "Check the coffee table."

And sure enough, there was the necklace, hidden from view next to a stack of magazines.

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wing-ed-thing · 1 month

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Stay the Night (Smoker x Reader)

Synopsis: Smoker is surprisingly, bafflingly competent at taking care of you while you're drunk.

Word Count: 2.4k

Tags/Warnings: Alcohol, Intoxication, Alcohol Sickness, Vomiting, Fluff, No Reader Pronouns Explicitly Mentioned (Reader Wears Heels, Makeup, and a Wig), Language, Mildly Suggestive, Two Longtime Friends and Peers who are Clearly in Love with Each Other

Notes: I felt like Smoker was the kind of guy to reluctantly hold your hair back while you're throwing up.

Unlike the rest of his present company, Smoker usually avoided overindulging in elaborately planned social events, especially those with an open bar. It was best to stay out of the way.

The Marines rarely allocated funds to such frivolous occasions, and so most officers and honored guests took it upon themselves to find the bottom of the generously offered bottomless champagne. While the hangovers were never worth it, that didn’t stop even the highest leadership from stumbling out of the ballroom doors with hair tousled and neckties hanging across their shoulders.

Smoker preferred to sit at a table out of the way: a sanctuary among the chaos, away from the main path of foot traffic, with a clear view of the door. That’s where he nursed his single glass of whisky. If he were feeling especially celebratory, he would have two.

You, on the other hand… were already standing on top of a table. Your stilettos were positioned on either side of the floral centerpiece in the middle, and the tiny point of your heels barely allowed you to balance as the bottle in your hands exploded in a loud, crisp pop.

Smoker watched how the sea of Marines that gathered around you in disheveled formalwear cheered, and your hypnotized face admired the bubbles pouring from the bottle's neck.

A group of newly trained officers jumped up and down together in time with the music on the opposite side of the circular table in celebration, knocking some tall glasses over onto the white cloth below. Smoker nearly leaped out of his chair as your knees began to buckle. But even despite your tiny shoes and even tinier dress, you managed to catch yourself. Your laughter resounded loudly among the voices around you.

Smoker heaved a deep sigh, sitting back down, swirling his drink with a flick of his wrist.

He didn’t even need to see that stunt to predict what would come later that night.

The streets were utterly empty. Aside from the glow of the street lamps, the only light that shone was from the venue as the staff hurried their clean up. Smoker strolled out of the double doors, tie loosened around his neck and suit jacket draped neatly over his arm.

He barely had to make it outside before he saw you. Hell, he’d be able to spot that glittery ass anywhere, even without your blinding choice of attire.

You were bent over on your weak knees as you hurled your guts out into a bush. Smoker let out a low, resigned grumble, swiping a hand over his fatigued face as he approached you. You barely registered the large shadow that overtook you, let alone the hands that gingerly and neatly gathered your hair away from your face.

You sputtered, coughing as a few tears streamed from your eyes. The insides of your cheeks were wet and bitter, and your throat burned. You spat onto the ground to get more foul-tasting mucus out of your mouth.

You were a Marine, dammit, and a few too many took you out quicker than any pirate ever did.

“Koby?” you whined. Tears continued to stream from your eyes at the pressure in your sinuses. You spat again. God, something was in your nose.

“Sorry to disappoint, Lieutenant Commander,” Smoker gruffed from where he squatted next to you.

“Don’t call me that,” you whimpered, not wanting to be reminded of your rank during such a state of weakness. Your stomach convulsed, causing your sickness to start again. Smoker’s gaze drifted to the still street like another weekday night. “I’m never gonna drink again.”

“Mh-hmm” was about the only noise you got out of Smoker. He sat patiently and wordless, not one to croon words of assurance at you as you paid for your night of over-indulgence. But for his silence, he continued to pull your hair back, meticulously smoothing the bundle back as best as he could so as not to knot or tug at your stands.

In a moment of relief, you finally turned over to sit on the curb. Despite the extra alcohol emptied from your stomach, you were far from sober. Smoker knelt on one knee in front of you. You could hardly get his face to focus, let alone register the warm jacket he hung across your shoulders.

He took the pocket square from the left breast pocket and unfurled it with a snap of his wrist. Smoker swiped the fabric over your mouth, clearing away saliva and slime. The backs of your fingers knocked against his wrist belatedly as you shook your head.

“‘M gonna fuck up your hankie, Smokey,” you sighed, even though he had already wiped your mouth. He shoved the square roughly into his pocket, paying no mind to you as he heaved you onto your feet. “‘M alright. I can make it home.”

“Like hell, you can.” You stumbled as you tried to step forward, but Smoker caught you around the waist. “These, too. You know the whole street’s cobblestone, right?.” His movements felt incredibly fast to you as he bent down again to slide your shoes off, and with two large fingers hooked around the pinch of your stilettos, Smoker moved to throw you over his shoulder.

“Whoa, whoa, wait…” Your hand flew over your mouth, and the other splayed across Smoker’s right shoulder. He held you at length, studying your face and movements carefully.

“What’s goin’ on?”

You shook your head in small but rapid swivels.

“Can’t do that.” You heaved a deep breath, slowly removing your hand from your mouth.

Smoker grumbled a hum of acknowledgment, pulling his jacket closed over your chest before shepherding you down the street toward your apartment.

You barely remembered the walk, although you were sure your drunken meandering was more than a test of Smoker’s patience. Even so, he hardly said a word, only breaking his silence to ask you where your keys were when you reached your doorstep.

They were in your clutch, which Smoker was holding with your shoes, of course.

As soon as the door opened, you nearly collapsed into your apartment. With Smoker's help, you fell neatly onto the couch by the entrance. He slipped off his boots— no matter how formal the event, Smoker was wearing his combat boots— and disappeared somewhere into your apartment.

You didn’t even care. Your head was so heavy that all you wanted to do was sleep as you slowly sank into your couch cushions.

“Sit back up.” You heard Smoker call sternly from the other room. You didn’t think you could obey him if you wanted to.

In a second, you were being repositioned. The light from the lamp in the corner of the room was sobering and borderline upsetting, but it allowed you to see the small trashcan Smoker brought for you on the floor to your right and the bottle of make-up remover on the coffee table in front of you. Smoker sat beside you, tilting your chin to delicately rub your make-up away with a prepped, textured cotton pad.

It caught you off guard, to say the least. Even in your drunken haze, Smoker still didn’t seem like the type to have patience for tender acts of service. Hell, you didn’t even know he knew what make-up remover looked like.

But despite your judgments, Smoker sat on the couch next to you, one elbow resting against the back cushion as he held your chin while his other hand swiped away your perfect contour.

“Who taught you this?” you giggled. Smoker, make sure to get the creases around your nose.

“Doesn’t matter,” he muttered. “Where do you want your lashes?”

“What?—”

Smoker had already pulled your left eyelash off, the entire strip.

“I’ll put ‘em back in the book I saw.” Before you could protest, Smoker had already pulled off your right lash. He stood quickly, stuffing the solution-soaked pad into your hand as he pivoted to carry your lashes to the other room. “Work on the rest of the glue.”

He turned back to you slightly, leaning over you just a bit to grasp your wrist and manipulate your hand to move in a circular motion on your face before you slapped him away. Smoker disappeared once again into your apartment.

You finally noticed the plastic cup of water on your coffee table and mustered up the energy to take it. The outside was wet with condensation. It was cold. You couldn’t remember the last time you drank water.

“What do you wanna do with your unit?” Smoker appeared from around the corner again; some linens balled in a wad under his arm. He held a pillow in his opposite grip as if he were holding a stray dog by the scruff.

His white collared shirt had been pulled from the waistband of his dress pants sometime during the night. The black tie that was already draped over his shoulders drooped to one side, making one side longer than the other. The first three buttons of his shirt sat on his chest untethered. A dampened towel rested over his shoulder.

You blinked at him between sips of water. Your stomach was handling rehydration so far, but you were about to push it.

“You’re not touching my hair, Smokey.”

“Though I’d offer.” He set the pillow down to take the towel off his shoulder. Smoker wadded it in a ball before throwing it your way. You somehow still had the dexterity to catch it out of the air. A generous amount of adhesive remover had already been applied to it.

Smoker pulled the coffee table out of the way, and as you stared at the towel he threw to you, Smoker began arranging blankets and pillows around you. You supposed he was trying to get you to sleep somewhere you could sit up. He draped a fuzzy throw blanket on your lap and moved two large decorative pillows to your right and left.

As your eyes moved from the remover-soaked towel to Smoker and back, you couldn’t help but laugh. The sensation moved through you before tearing out of your chest. Unrestrained by the liquor, it probably came out louder and more shrill than it would have usually, but if Smoker had any comments, he kept them to himself.

He knelt before you, both his wrists resting on his bent knee. He shook his head as if regretting the question he was about to ask in advance.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

You swayed forward, racked with trembles, as you continued to laugh. The back of your heels knocked against the bottom of the couch. Smoker didn’t move, even as your face inched gradually towards his. Your cheek settled into your palm, allowing you to sit folded over to meet his eye. He waited as your laughter gradually subsided.

“What are you doing here, Smoker?”

He stared directly into your irises, and you didn’t know if his expressionlessness or the intensity of his gaze made your smug smile waver. Intending to tease him, Smoker didn’t humor you with an expression. Nothing you had done that night—nor anything you would do—could sober you up faster than the sharp and sudden twinge in your chest that came with simply meeting Smoker’s dark brown eyes.

What the hell?

“Your girlfriend’ll be pissed.” You sharply recoiled, kicking your legs over Smoker’s bent knee to swiftly stand. You made a beeline deeper into the apartment.

Smoker only wavered a moment, his eyebrows creasing for a second in confusion before he stood and followed you.

“What girlfriend?” he shouted. He nearly ran into you as you closed a small cabinet by the bathroom. The side of your lip drooped downward in an acute pout. Smoker, never one to enjoy feeling left out of the loop, hovered over you expectantly. You entered the bathroom without a second thought. Smoker found himself in the doorway.

“Weren’t you with that…” You snapped your fingers as you tried to recall her name. You didn’t have to wait.

“Six months ago… and we only went on a few dates,” Smoker defended, although he wasn’t quite sure why he felt the need to defend himself to you in the first place. The two of you had known each other for longer than he recalled knowing anyone else, and more prominently, the two of you were peers. Why should it matter if he took some petty officer out for a few drinks a few months back? His eyes narrowed at the back of your head. “Why?”

You shrugged. You seemed far less worried about the whole thing; your face practically pressed against the mirror to remove the remaining patches of product Smoker missed. He did a more than adequate job. He hardly missed anything regarding your makeup, but the pointed glance you stole in the mirror escaped him.

“Now I know I’m pretty wasted—” You met his gaze through the mirror. You cocked your head, and your hands gripped the side of the sink in pure bafflement. “But you said ‘lash book’—?”

“Got it. Got it.” Smoker crossed his arms as he tore his attention away. Steam filled the air. He hardly noticed the shower running, and he most definitely didn’t realize that you were standing in front of him, presenting your back, until you started speaking again.

“So, you’re just kind of a—" You glanced over your shoulder at him, and for as off as your judgment was, you knew you probably shouldn’t finish your sentence—even if his reaction would have been hilarious. You turned back around. “Get my dress for me?”

You could have noticed Smoker’s single beat of hesitation if you were any less intoxicated. But for yet another instance that night, Smoker went quiet as he slowly tugged down the back zipper of your dress. The invisible zipper was thin and difficult to grip, but it slid down your spine like butter regardless, revealing the soft skin underneath.

“I have a pair of your shorts in the bottom left drawer of my dresser. The couch is yours.” You pivoted again on your heel, one hand holding your dress up on your chest and the other pushing Smoker back through the doorway. “Now get out.”

You shut the door. Smoker sighed and resigned himself to rifle through your dresser, wondering why he had clothes at your place at all.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: Based off my personal headcanon that Smoker has a surprisingly extensive dating history and an equally surprising library of knowledge about girly stuff because he's an extremely involved boyfriend. I'd say most of his previous relationships had amicable break ups. Reader was also going to say "so you're kind of a whore" but decided against it.

#smoker x reader #op x reader #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #smoker #vice admiral smoker #captain smoker #one piece marines #reader insert #x reader #x you #reader insert fanfic #smoker fanfic #smoker fanfiction #x gn!reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #x asian reader

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dreamersville · 1 year

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my headcannons for tamaki amajiki

an? i was projecting ... just a little bit tho. a little smidget🤏🏾. but he dont get enough content and im suing the mha fandom for this !! and i had to throw in some black hcs, it was inveitable request are open

- my husband

- you not finna sit here and tell me he dont got some corny jokes stuck up in his head. his best friend is MIRIO, i know he got some jokes floating around in that noggin, but he’s too shy to say them out loud in fear that: nobody gonna laugh or get the jokes. but on a rare occasion he tells mirio and neijere.

- if he knows he got to meet somebody new, like when he got intern for fatgum, he writes out what he wanna say and practices in his mirror for hours on end. one time mirio popped through the mirroir while tamaki was pratatcing and left with a broken nose.

- he snoops out all the spots where he could sneak off and hide at lunch or when he feelings overwhelmed

- if he doesnt like a certain type of food, he gonna find a way to make it taste better. so because of this he got some weird food combinations that are unappeling to the eye, but tatse soooooo goood. he brings his combinatons to fatgum so he could try them out and get feedback.

- most definitelyyyyyyy watches cooking shows with fatgum and kiri, once he’s comfortable enough. and he really gets into with the commentary. has a strange obsession with hell’s kitchen. he always get so into the show during the finale, planning out the restaurant desgins with the contestant and his menus too.

- relationship headcannons or wtv

- he stares at you doing simple things a lot. you could really be doing anythinggg and this man you be in a tranceee, because like how you, a star who sines so bright, be with him, he would never know.

- he a romantic. he always dreamed of sweeping or getting sweeped off his feet, and falling hopelessly in love. he got a list of romantic things he wants to do. and now that hes in a relationship its the perfect time to cross some things (hopefully all) off of his list. he didnt tell you about it you found the notebook while yall were studying in his room. without him knowing and took a picture off it so you could help it come true. (AHHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YALL)

- one time he seen matching butterly pins and got them because he wanted to match with you.

- we all know this but, he very shy when it come to PDA. so expect a lot of lingering touches, locking pinkey, occaisonal hand holding if he feeling bold that day, tends to hold on to your cholthing/accessories because he doesnt wanna drift to far apart from you, and noticed when you startoing wearing things that were easier for him to grab and fell more in love

- but in private???? he’s a needy baby, greedy for some TLC. hes very shy to initiate it at first, but you could see the longing look in his eye and cuddle up to him. but once he comfortable enough he is start doing trying to inatate it.

- omg if you have piercings or tattoos or anything of the sort, you could always find hims absentmindedly messing with the piercing or lightly tracing the tattoo, if youre okay with it of course. and if you want him to

- isnt really good at comforting people with his words so he tries with his actions. so if you come to him sad he has this whole sections of things dedicated to making you happier in his closet.

- when you came through with a different hairstly (braids, a wig, change of color, haircut ect.) he was stuck. stuck. stuck. cause omg omg omg you look so good. poor baby is stuck stuttering out compliments. one time you asked him to take pictures during golden hour. babes ... why would you think he could do that idk buttt he tried and they all came out blurry, but a cute blurry

- loves loves lovessss putting oil in your hair !! it always leaving the room smelling nice and it seems to relax you so win win. loves watching you stretch your hair out too. its just so satisfying to watch you do your hair.

- he knew about some black foods from watching the shows, but he didnt know know until you cooked for him. baby wanted to get down on a knee and marry you after that first bite. now he always look forward to when you cook for him. but if you cant, you’ve got a great teacher to start learining how. he always wanted to cook with his s/o

#tamaki amajiki #bnha tamaki #mha tamaki #amajiki fluff #amajiki x black reader #amajiki tamaki x reader #amajiki x reader #my hero academia amajiki #tamaki amajiki headcanons #softy and mf fluffy #this is literally me husbanddddd #love at first sighttttt #ugh i miss him so much.#.mha sleep talks 💤

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theghostbunnie · 2 months

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TALK ABOUT NIKKI AND NERRIS IN THE NEW EP I LOVE YOUR OPINIONS ON EVERYTHING

(bcs they're scarily similar to mine)

TYSM????❤️♥️💕💝 and I always have so many opinions I'm the fuckin yapinator

I was literally talking just the other day about how Nikki has a detachment from feminity as she's literally been reprimanded for doing it wrong before even her two best friends doing an 'eh' with an iffy handshake when she even REFERS to herself as a girl and I do strongly believe it's bc she's at that age where she's learned feminity does equal something shameful or weak, or in her case maybe even thinks it makes you mean and shallow. While SIMULTANEOUSLY still being a young feminist and trying to not have that subconsciously!!! Creates a sort of "it's for others not for me" mentality accidentally bc she's supposed to be Nikki™ and thinks she'll be less respectable, or less herself if she's feminine.

But she's actually been this way in the show before she's willingly wore pink on two occasions willingly, as casted as Juliet, and wearing Indian traditional clothing. (I'd argue even further on the second one as it wasn't given to her for play but she made it!! And it was pretty!!) In the episode Neil and her get stuck in the flowerscouts he just WAKES UP with makeup and a seaweed wig on and I'm firm that like she did that and knows how to lmao. (Further proved by her literally doing her own makeup in this episode)

But back on topic yeah when she was enjoying herself until she realized ofc her worries weren't upfront exactly "oh no I look girly!" It was oh no I look like a FLOWERSCOUT, a "type" of feminity she's tried to push away from bc she associates it with a specific type of woman, and worries who she is as a person if she likes this.

I hope the fandom takes this episode as Nikki being a more rounded character instead of like, just erasing her masculine side or something :/

Bc most importantly; Nikki's expression of feminity in this episode *wasn't performative* she was doing it by herself for how it felt

ONTO NERRIS

I love their character ok like everyone in camp campbell is an asshole in their own way and their own degree, and I know early fandom liked to demonize the hell out of Nerris but I actually love how their character flaws compared to the other campers way more just scream "child" to me. They do shit and I go "yeah this is definitely a character acting immature with not a full grasp of their actions" and it's cute in a way to me idk!!! Like girl that's someone's DIARY WHY DID YOU POUR YOURSELF SOME JUICE AND KICK YOUR FEET AND GIGGLE READING IT YOUR SO SILLY ! Nerris often prioritizes themself in selfish ways but also in very childlike ways so yeah reading someone's diary because they connect with them and gain a little crush on them through that is adorable, esp jumping straight to "is this LOVE?"

Nerris liking girls- also something!!! Hinted towards in past episodes!! ((Nikki too some people call It "just admiration" but she literally has blushed at Ered and called her "my baby")) Nerris' scene where they're profusely sweating asking Ered to hang out with them i want to say could be a sign she has a crush on her too, but honestly? I'd be more inclined to believe the "it's just admiration" argument more here, I could see it going either way.

NERRIS WITH NIKKI THOUGH, IN NIKKI'S LAST DAY ON EARTH, Does that god modding type play little kids do where they narrate what they want to happen and get huffy when the other kids don't play along, which again back to my previous point of Nerris honestly being a small time offender compared to most the cast and also adorable.

But specifically she was trying to lowk boss Nikki into running into her arms and to me that's always been🫵🤨🏳️‍🌈⁉️

So I find it really funny how Ered, a character most the fandom hasn't really paid attention to or been a favorite or anything, always gets HC'd as a lesbian (often just for the jokes, or because her parents are gay, or because she's colored hair pronouns and skateboard/hj)

Absolutely no hate to the HC itself I'm sure there's someone who loves her character alot who has it but sometimes you can kind of tell when most are just slapping labels on characters they don't care about, and Ered out of the three of them is the ONLY one who hasn't shown cannonically interest in girls??? 😭 Like most of the cast, hasn't in anyone or any gender!! Nerris and Nikki have been exceptions in that, and now it's even official for Nerris!

Nerris and Nikki have cannonically only shown interest in girls. Unless some specific brief scene is slipping my mind atm/gen

ALSO GONNA TALK A LIL MORE ABOUT ERED BC I LOVE HER also need to specify the difference between a hc and a theory RN as I know it's very likely not cannon but the fact Ered doesn't know a lot of "being a woman" or periods (like an alarming amount missing for someone 14 ALSO CAN I GLOAT A LITTLE BIT ABOUT BEING RIGHT SHE WAS 13 IN S1-S4 !!??? OTHER PEOPLE WOULD SAY LIKE UP TO LIKE 17 SOMETIMES) (also context it's bc she says "other freshmen" and freshmen are 14-15.)

You could argue she simply is a late bloomer but girl you yelled at the word uterus like you simply can't understand 🏳️‍⚧️🫵🤨⁉️⁉️ and "what happens at NIGHT TIME??" like the whole conversation gave me the vibe she only knew things on a surface level and wanted to know more simply to be included!! I also wanna point out Ered never says anything that could confirm or deny she even gets one, just that Gwen thought she did, which could've been assumption or simply the wording she chose to phrase.

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littlestsnicket · 1 month

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I thought his S2 hair was his real hair, too, for some reason.

Actually, no, that's not quite accurate.

I initially thought BOTH his S2 and S3 hair were wigs, because that's what everyone kept saying.

And so, the moment Joey corrected, in a S3 interview, that his long hair was his real hair, I automatically assumed that meant that his S2 hair was his real hair, too (if people had been wrong about it having been a wig in S3, why not S2?).

Because his hair in S2 interviews appears to be just a bit longer than it is in S2 (not quite S3 long, but getting there...).

So, I'd assumed he'd let his hair grow out between S1 and S3; and he'd cut it after they'd finished filming "Blood Origin" (so thankfully, that wouldn't have been because of the negative feedback he'd received about his hair in S3, since it was back to being short during "Blood Origin" interviews. I think he'd said something about it just being really hot and essentially bothering him).

Did Joey ever confirm his S2 hair was a wig? Or that's just what people have all been assuming?

And OMFG! YES!!! That jacket is so freaking iconic! It's gotta stay!

By now, it's like the character's uniform, or his unique signature look or something!

Mind you, I'm not opposed to the idea of Jaskier having another secondary outfit he alternates with in S4 and S5, and/or wearing something a bit different under his jacket (S2 and S3 had different shirts and vests, but kept the same style).

Plus, he could find himself wearing something completely different at some point, if the goal is for him to attempt to avoid being too easily recognized / spotted (the jacket makes it really easy for him to be identified) for a little while.

But that jacket needs to remain Jaskier's go to, default look, because it's that awesome!

joey has definitely talked about wearing a wig for season 2, growing his hair out for season 3 because he hated wearing a wig, and cutting his hair off immediately after they finished filming season 3 because having hair that is touching your neck but not long enough to put up is gross when it's really hot out (and yeah, i relate, there are numerous reasons why i am happiest with a pixie cut or past shoulder length hair). (and joey's bit of blood origin was filmed during season 3.)

i think it gets a bit confusing because lots of people don't realize how long post production takes, and therefore how long the gap between filming and the press interviews are. for the season 2 press tour, joey would have been well into growing his hair out for season 3 already. and you can see he had short hair in all of the behind the scenes stuff they filmed during season 2. (there's also a moment in the behind the scenes stuff for season 3, where there's a bunch of shots of joey recording songs and he's wearing the same sweater in all of them but in half of them he's already cut his hair... that may make me sound insane that i noticed this but oh well.)

i'm not really sure why people were saying joey was wearing a wig in season 3... it got passed around so much before the show came out that i assumed that for a bit as well, but i honestly think it's just trendy to hate on wigs right now, and most people have no idea what they are talking about. but also, joey's hair looks nearly as dark as anya's in the season 2 press tour, so it looks like it's the wrong color, but i should not have been fooled by that since my own hair ranges from quite dark brown to nearly blond depending on lighting, sun exposure, and how clean it is :)

and yes! the jacket! it is so iconic!

i, personally, love when characters have uniforms. not necessarily the same exact clothes all the time, but iconic items or a color scheme they stick to... i am here for it. i think for his character, it doesn't make a lot of sense for jaskier to be carting around an extra jacket, or many clothes. he would definitely buy or steal a new one for a special occasion of if he needed to hide his identity, but our bard is itinerant and travels light especially when he doesn't have geralt to carry things (or maybe more importantly keep track of the things, but that it leaning a lot more into headcanon now) for him.

#mayo replies #thelostgirl21 #the witcher #jaskier #thank you for the excuse to ramble a bit :D #twn

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sanjis-moulinrouge · 6 months

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Until Dawn: The Chat

Zoro x Sanji

Summary: The Strawhats have a costume party at an island, Zoro and Sanji finally have the chance to share things that seemed impossible.

a/n: Fluff for part one. English is not my first language, so my apologies if something sounds weird.

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Zoro contemplated how the crew moved agitatedly from one room to another looking for accessories and appropriate clothing for the costume event on the island. Robin and Nami were almost ready, they were helping each other with some details, fastening and arranging the folds of fabrics. Robin was wearing a hooded purple cloak making her look like an ancient death divinity, Nami was a sorceress in a white dress covered by a long velvet cape, and Chopper was their mysterious companion.

"It's been a long time since we've done something like this... it makes me a little anxious, I’m starting to feel sick. Who’s going to be checkin’ Merry?" Usopp said while the doctor tried to calm his insecurities.

“Chill-out, Usopp. We’re safe here, the villagers are very nice” replied Nami. “And trust me, I guess Zoro will be watching it.”

Sanji walked down the corridor, leaving behind the aroma of cigarettes. He put on elegant patent leather shoes, wearing a sober, completely black outfit.

“Wooa, Sanji, are you going as a detective?" Luffy asked as he saw him putting on a long scarlet coat.

"No, I'll make sure to go as a vampire… maybe I got the chance to surprise ladies…”

Robin approached Sanji, put a top hat on him, part of her collection, and lifted the collar of his coat. "Now you look more mysterious, cook," she giggled.

"ROBIN-CHAAAAAN, SO SWEET"

Zoro was about to fall asleep when suddenly he saw Sanji's figure kneeling in front of him.

“Marimo, are you coming with us?”

He nodded yawning.

“Oeee Zoroooo, I don't see your costume?” Luffy shouted while wearing the famous afro wig and Usopp had already entered character to act as his representative.

“I will go as a swordsman”

“Whaaaat” the whole crew exclaimed.

“At least change the outfit, loser?” Nami sighed as she stood Zoro up, she quickly led him to his room. “You have a kimono, be creative... we leave in 10 minutes.”

He left the ship following the crew. He decided to wear the nagagi and haori in a semi formal way, but it felt much more comfortable. His figure was elegant. He walked slower than other times, he didn’t want to receive any comment from the nakamas.

Sanji turned around rapidly while smoking. As soon as he detected Zoro, he felt a little dazed, in his mind he tried to remember other occasions where Marimo looked refined but couldn’t recall. He also didn't want to think about it so much, after all it was just a new Zoro’s image on his brain, he would get used to it later.

The cook’s footsteps were heard all the way to the tavern. The place was giant, it was divided into a bar with different types of liquor, live music, and a restaurant.

“Guys, this place is extremely crowded. Let’s stay in the groups we’ve planned” Nami affirmed.

As the group spreads, Sanji and Zoro reluctantly got together.

“I don’t see many ladies around, Cook”

“Oh shut up or i’ll kick you”

“I’ll be at the bar”

“Gonna check what they have on the menu, but don’t move from the bar, mosshead”

“Don’t tell me what to do” Zoro barked as he drank sake.

The lighting switched, a new band was performing and people gathered to dance. After a while, Zoro decided to go out and walk around the hall, glancing at some aisles, he was reassured to see Luffy and Usopp eating and laughing at tables in the corner.

The restaurant had a wide variety of menus, he saw Sanji in the background, talking passionately to what appeared to be the kitchen staff, his genuine smile made his blue eyes sparkle, Zoro couldn’t deny his gentle beauty, the smoothness of his costume accentuated his features and his gestures of awe did not go unnoticed either. This was one of the few times where the swordsman could appreciate the cook’s smile and enthusiasm as a stranger, accepting the qualities for himself but never finding the right moment to put it into words.

Overwhelmed with feelings, he left to get some fresh air. Sanji, on the other hand, interrupted the chatter to go back to Zoro. As he approached the bar, he noticed the absence.

The strong lights, the crowd and the heat of the place made the cook uncomfortable. “Shit, where did he go?” He asked the bartender and then other customers, but they couldn't give details. “This asshole,” he thought. “He should be on the ship by now.”

Sanji went out of the tavern fast, there were a few people outside, mostly drunk pirates on the floor. The blond took a long sigh, lit a cigarette and entered a nearby alley. Despite the dim lights he could walk, the pavements were small and sometimes zigzagged but not to get lost. At the end of the street, he sat down on a bench and lit a cigarette, a breeze soothed the high temperatures he had brought from the bar.

“You shouldn't let your guard down here” he heard as he felt one of Zoro’s swords behind his shoulder.

“mmm, get that shit out of me”

Zoro sheathed the sword and sat down on the other side of the bench.

“Why are you here?” the swordsman voiced.

“Apparently, someone idiot was about to get lost”

“But… I found you” he goaded sarcastically.

“Do you want to be alone? Why don’t you go to Merry and get some sleep? It would give me… a break to enjoy the party”

“You piss me off, curly” Zoro muttered as he stood up in a dizzy way.

“Are you drunk, shitty mosshead? Why are you staring at me like this?”

Zoro observed Sanji’s posture, there was something exquisite in the way he sat, his long crossed legs looked extremely stylized in the suit, he had a defiant look while he exhaled the smoke from his cigarette.

“I should be the one asking if you’re drunk” Zoro scolded as he got closer.

“I'm not the one who’s swinging while standing up, I’m not even acting silly…”

The swordsman’s heartbeat was struggling, he didn't know how much longer he could cope with the distance, he felt so bewitched that it was difficult to contain himself being alone with the cook, that's why he avoided spending time alone with him, he fought internally to not lose control.

After a silence, their eyes met for a short moment, Sanji began to walk back to the tavern.

Sanji's silhouette moved quickly, the blood-red color of his coat made him look paler and more intimidating than he really was. Zoro rushed over stealthily, grabbing him by the arm.

"Oi oi marimo! Do you need something?" Sanji uttered.

Zoro noticed his impulse and the strength with which he held the cook's forearm.

"You're right. I'll go back to the ship," he said as he looked down.

In the middle of the night, footsteps prowled around the kitchen, the drawers of the shelves opened and closed.

"Shitty cook?" Zoro asked. Through the window he perceived Sanji contemplating the island lights and sky.

"too early to be back tho"

"I wanted to drink something here. I left some sake in the kitchen and pantry" Sanji's sleepy eyes looked huge, they normally stood out at night with the lights, but now they were much more piercing as he did the offer. Zoro was again starting to become nervous as he contemplated how his features harmonized with the silly disguise.

"Take off that stupid hat," he rasped suddenly.

“Do you want to wear it, asshole?” he replied as he walked back to the kitchen.

Zoro followed him with his gaze.

"I brought wine and sake, mosshead. Do you want some?”

Sanji was eager to see if Zoro would be open to drinking with him in that situation, all alone.

He unbuttoned his coat before pouring the liquors, Zoro slowly approached to sit on the island in front of him.

“The hat, eyebrows.”

"you're obsessed with the damn hat...aren’t you? Sanji exhaled. “don't make me bitter. Not because you’re not feeling your character and custom it means I’m going to take this shit off…”

“you don’t look like a vampire”

“you don’t look like a swordsman. Are you escaping from yourself?” he emphasized as he ran his finger over the glass of wine.

“What are you implying, curly brow?”

“I like accessories… with them you could try other things. They can highlight things about you, physical features, personality features…You must feel something different by being dressed like this… marimo… your look is…” he couldn’t continue with the train of thoughts. Zoro had his eyes fixed on him.

“Are you drunk?”

Sanji placed his hat on Zoro's head.

“Seriously, did you drink or eat something else, lovecook? Are you sober?”

“I’m more conscious than ever. Drink the fuckin’ sake, so you stop asking the same stupid questions”

“Cook… since when you like vampires?” Zoro inquired while Sanji lit a cigarette.

“since I was little, but no one had ever asked”

“why do you find them appealing?” Zoro’s tone had already calmed down. It seemed he was fully interested in knowing Sanji’s perspective.

“They’re mysterious and romantic creatures. They struggle to survive, stories tell some of them starve to death to not damage their beloved ones, others say that they’re evil creatures cause they kill indiscriminately… They’re enigmatic, passionate. Blood is their source, their ecstasy, their food. They depend on it. It's a nice metaphor for life itself. Blood as wine can symbolize plenty of things… desire, lust, fervent love. What if vampires smell blood as we smell liquors…and that’s how desire leads them to their prey or immortal companion.

Sanji’s words made Zoro tremble, he was with such a natural and carefree attitude that they had not noticed how close they were, he could feel the cook's legs collide with his under the small kitchen’s island. His voice was alluring, suddenly Zoro couldn’t take his eyes from his lips. It felt like everything was in slow motion. His storytelling sounded like soft whispers, the moment became intimate as if Sanji was trusting him with his deepest thoughts.

“Tempted by senses…blood… makes them lose their inhibitions. Wine makes us lose our inhibitions too…” in an instant Zoro's warm lips pressed tightly against his, the cook couldn't even react… their breaths were heavy, a rush of heat reached both. Sanji’s body started to shiver, wishing the moment was eternal.

#sanji #zoro #one piece #one piece fanfic #zosan #sanji x zoro #one piece fluff #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #op zosan #zosan fanfic #zosan fluff #one piece fanfiction #sanjis-moulinrouge-fiction #sanji x zoro fanfic

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dixbolik-lovers · 2 years

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Howdy! Can you do a sub au ask were the reader enjoys sometimes dolling up or putting the Sakamakis in feminine outfits and having them go on long, dates while cross dressing. Like ex. going with Reiji on an museum date, yet making him wear a wig, heel, makeup, and a dress you bought specifically for the occasion instead of his regular clothes.

Though in exchange for it, you give them plenty of kisses and pda in return

Shuu

You're crazy. At first, Shuu is horrified by the very idea. But he also doesn't have the energy to fight you over it... and he's fully intending to make you look like a pervert if he gets caught. It turns out, though, that long skirts are quite comfortable, and once he's gotten over the initial nerves from being in public in such a state, it's easy to forget he's dressed up at all. And... it's also kind of nice to have you fuss over him so much, even if it's in the form of doing his makeup or styling some overly complex wig.

Reiji

Even though he adamantly claims to be against such an undignified idea, Reiji is every bit as much of a perfectionist with your date idea as he is with everything else. He meticulously selects every piece of clothing, jewelry, and accessory, and you're certain he's been researching makeup tutorials to be sure that part is flawless as well. He claims it's just because he doesn't want to be found out, but you get the feeling he's taking some measure of pride in how much you appreciate seeing him all pretty.

Ayato

It's a war with his pride to get him to do it at all. Your best bet is to make it a challenge— is he too afraid to try it? That and reassurance that you'll be so very pleased with him if he just gives it a try are what talk Ayato into dressing up, in the end. And yet, once he's in the outfit and barely able to recognize himself in the mirror, the embarrassment comes crashing down hard. You'll have to start slow before the long, public dates... but Ayato, as always, is a lot more affected by your approval than he wants to let on.

Kanato

So long as the outfit is cute, it's surprisingly easy to talk him into it. Kanato very much enjoys being your "doll" to do as you please with, and dressing him up is a very easy thing to work into that act. Being all dressed up for you puts him in a quiet, compliant headspace, though, where he's spaced out and bordering on unresponsive. It feels nice to be pulled around at your will and treated like your pretty little plaything, even if he'll be all kinds of embarrassed and defensive once he's back to his usual self.

Laito

Considering that he has his own arsenal of women's clothing at the ready, Laito isn't exactly against dressing up. Sneaking out in public in such a state is something a pervert like him would enjoy, after all. However, for all he acts unbothered by it, actually going out in public as your "girlfriend" is a lot more nerve-wracking than he'd anticipated. He can't go back on his act now, though... and it turns out to be embarrassingly arousing when you treat him like the exact kind of dumb, easy girl he's always preyed on.

Subaru

When you first bring up the idea, you can't tell if he's angry or just close to exploding from... panic? It takes a lot to convince Subaru to even try it— and once he's dressed up, he has the highly unnerving realization that he resembles his mother far too much like this. And yet, despite all the discomfort, having you drag him around and treat him like a pretty, sweet, delicate girl is doing weird things to his head. He's very nervous when out in public, always clinging to your arm and trying to hide behind you.

Kino

While he'll call you weird for trying to get him to do something like that, Kino doesn't resist too much. It'd be bad if anyone found out, sure, but you seem way too excited about it for him to miss a chance to get you worked up. When it's just the two of you, he's obviously being a terrible tease... but once you're out in public, all of that confidence evaporates. It turns out to be a bit much to have other people seeing him like this— but Kino is much cuter when he's nervously fidgeting and sticking close to your side.

#Diabolik Lovers #Dialovers #Sakamaki Shuu #Sakamaki Reiji #Sakamaki Ayato #Sakamaki Kanato #Sakamaki Laito #Sakamaki Subaru #Kino #Headcanon #Sub Au #Reader

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maigeiko · 3 months

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Do Hangyoku ever wear Hikizuri. If they do, how come and when do they wear them? It'd be lovely if you could maybe make a post about how Hangyoku's appearance changes on seniority! :3

There's three Hanamachi where I've seen where Hangyoku wear Hikizuri: - in Hakata/Fukuoka (not sure what the occasion is) - in Mukojima/Tokyo for Mukojima Odori, if their role requires it - and in Kagurazaka/Tokyo, this year the current only Hangyoku wore a Maiko Hikizuri for Setsubun There's some cases outside of Kyoto where apprentice Geisha wear Hikizuri on a more regular level, but they call themselves "Maiko". As for how Hangyoku's appearance changes with seniority - that's actually very simple. A transition in little details from junior to senior like in Kyoto doesn't happen, mostly there's no difference at all. However, there's two exceptions: In Mukojima, around half a year before her Erikae, Hangyoku's wig hairstyle changes from Momoware to Yuiwata. She will no longer have her own hair styled (junior Hangyoku in Mukojima usually do both - own hair Nihongami and Katsura) and wear simpler Kanzashi than before (for example, Katsuyama Kanzashi gets exchanged for a Kushi).

In Kagurazaka, in the last year of apprenticeship, Hangyoku's hairstyle changes to Yuiwata and her Haneri is mostly white.

#mg #hangyoku #tokyo #asks #nihongami

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enchantedchocolatebars · 8 months

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For a fic request and Blight ancestor related, imagine a double date with the Brothers Wittebane. I also headcanon that Evelyn and Amelie are good friends and Caleb went to town on dolling up Philip

Ooo, interesting idea! One double date fic coming up! 👍 Also, I like those headcanons!

Tagging @dannystarsstuff / @starishome since Amelie is hers. <3

(Also, @sidecharactersdomatter I'm so sorry this took so long!😅)

The Brothers Double Date

"Listen, Pip. I know you're a little scared, but trust me, everything will be just fine," Caleb gently comforted his younger brother as he guided him into a barrel-shaped building that has the words "Brunch In A Barrel" labeled above it.

The inside of the restaurant was filled with customers and barrel tables.

After being welcomed, Philip and Caleb follow the host to their table.

"Double dates are suppose to be fun!" The blonde beamed.

Even though Caleb spoke with care, Philip's face still reflected nervousness.

The teen hasn't ever been on a date before, much less a double date.

His mind was filled with numerous thoughts that swirled around.

What if he spoke incorrectly or somehow made a fool of himself?

Despite his brother dressing him up for the occasion, he was still anxious about his physical appearance.

Did it exceed or fall short?

"Sorry," Philip mumbled, his blue eyes gazing down as he began to tug on the ruffles of his outfit. "I just want this romantic outing to go well," he admits.

"And it will," Caleb said, trying to reduce his brother's stress. "You just have to remember three crucial rules when going out on a double date."

Philip looked up to his older brother. "And those rules are...?"

"Be yourself, have fun, and don't spend the entire time kissing your date, regardless of how pretty or handsome they are," Caleb listed off his fingers with a lighthearted smile, attempting to alleviate Philip's nerves.

That last rule earned a playful eye roll, followed by a chuckle from the younger.

As the two brothers were being lead further through the bustling dinning room, the new setting filled Philip's face with a sense of wonder that was almost childlike.

Caleb saw his brother staring wide eyed at the silly and cheesy barrel puns plastered on the restaurant walls and laughed. "I take it you haven't eaten at a restaurant before in Bonesborough, have you, little brother?"

Philip looked at Caleb again. "Is... that what this place is called?" He asked.

Caleb nods. "Restaurants are great, Philip! You get served delicious foods and drinks in them!"

The concept of a place like this made Philip feel confused and curious.

In Gravesfield, food was usually served either at home or during outdoor social gatherings.

At a table of four, two male demons are enjoying a double date with two skeletons.

One of the skeletons is wearing a pink dress and blonde wig while the other is wearing a green dress and has a flower on its head.

"So," the first male demon began with a flirty purr, resting his hands under his chin. "How long have you two ladies known each other?"

There's a slight pause as the skeleton with the flower on it's head's arm falls off while the head of the blonde skeleton falls and rolls away.

This didn't seem to have any impact on either demon.

"That long? I see. How interesting." The second demon nods his head, wearing a charming smile.

Seeing this strange interaction as they walk by, Philip and Caleb slowly look towards each other, very stunned.

"Uh..." Caleb was unsure what to say. "...Oh, look, we're here!"

The two arrive at their table where Evelyn and Amelie are seated across from each other and happily chatting as the host walks away.

Upon seeing them, the girls greet their boyfriends with bright smiles.

"Took you long enough," Evelyn told Caleb with a giggle as he took a seat beside her.

Leaning in close, she kisses his cheek, causing him to lightly blush as he sends her an endearing smile.

When Philip sits next to Amelie, her radiant smile makes his whole face go red. "H-Hello, Amelie," he stammered with a shy smile, quickly averting his gaze before looking back at her.

This caused her to giggle into her hand. "Hi, Philip," she greets back, gazing at his outfit. "You look nice."

Philip could feel his heart race at that compliment. "Thank you," He told her, sending her the same compliment. "You do as well."

As their double date begins, both couples examine the menus on their table.

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1, 3, 9, 16 & 20

tysm- still embarrassed abt sending an ask before checking whats already been answered. head in hands. ok answer time

1. What shampoo/hair products does she use? Have you used it?

In my mind, she uses whatever "smells like pink"- she doesn't care about whatever's trendy, she'll go her way no matter what anyone says. Peach and cherry blossom, strawberry and watermelon, those kinds of scents. She uses shampoo and conditioner, probably tailored exactly to her hair type. There's probably a lot of care that goes into her wigs, too, but I can't exactly use wig shampoo, can I? She normally doesn't let people near her more 'feminine' body care products, but sometimes she lets me borrow the watermelon shampoo if she feels cheeky.

3. What foods does she love that you hate and vice versa?

I can't exactly provide a concrete answer on this one! There's a lot of food that she likes, and I haven't tried all of it, so I can't be sure. I will say this; more often than not, I don't eat a lot of melons for texture reasons, and she's probably not a fan of eating cured meat straight.

9. Do you have nicknames for each other?

I like calling her my wife, even though we're not married. I also have a couple sweets-related nicknames, including 'parfait' and 'cherry stem'. She calls me the normal petnames all the time, but also refers to me with a lot of flower nicknames- mostly edible flowers. Her peony, her violet, her rose...

16. What type of gifts do you give each other? (For birthdays, special occasions, holidays, etc)

She says every date we go on is a gift in and of itself, but of course she also thinks of good ways to spend her money on things for me to wear to show that I'm hers. A new set of earrings, a pendant, a tie with a pink stripe down the middle, a comfortable pair of gloves. These gifts also tend to be more on the feminine side, to help me come to terms with how I feel about myself. I like to get her new, small accessories when I can, or something that could go with a variety of outfits that go with her tastes (like a snakeskin shawl). Sometimes, with help from others, I get new a new dress, and she's always so pleased.

20. Free space, gush about her/your ship!

I got butterflies in my stomach typing this all out. Dude she is so pretty. She is so so pretty and makes me feel better about myself and where I stand. She makes me want to know myself better, because she's so confident with who she is and how she does it that I think I could maybe do it too. She's the reason I get up in the mornings sometimes, if I'm being honest. I want to take care of her and make her feel special. I have a lot more feelings that I'm embarrassed to talk about, but she turns me to goo every time I think about her, haha.

#yknoooow what fuck it she gets her own tag #ship: a smile as sharp as a blade with wings to match

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ltwilliammowett · 2 years

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The typical Pirate look

Pirates! We alle have a mental picture of what one did or should lool like once fitted out with the prerequisite eyepatch, wooden leg, earring, and outlandish clothing. Let's break down the typical pirate and let's find out why they looked the way they did according to the literature and how far it was true.

Earrings, (at this point it should be mentioned that I had already made a post about this) were worn in order to have an insurance for a proper burial in case they did not remain in the sea after their death and were washed ashore. Rings were also used as earplug holders worn by the gun crews to protect themselves from going deaf when firing the guns. Supposedly, I just want to mention it here, but I think this theory is rather unlikely. Through contact with Asia and the culture of acupuncture, pirates are said to have earrings pricked at certain acupuncture points in their ears to reduce hunger and release energy.

Capture of the Pirate, Blackbeard, 1718 depicting the battle between Blackbeard the Pirate and Lieutenant Maynard in Ocracoke Bay, by Jean Leon Gerome Ferris (1863–1930) (x)

Eye patch, it is a bit of a mystery, but it is the explanation that makes the most sense to me. Many used navigational devices that used the sun to determine their position. This could lead to the eye that was seen through slowly going blind and in order to protect it, the eye was changed and the one that was used before was covered to protect it. Of course, an eye patch could also be worn if an eye was lost or injured in battle.

Peg legs and hand hooks, something no one wanted to have, but could happen in a fight. As explained once in a question, these prostheses existed, but the Sailors who received them usually remained ashore because they could no longer serve on a ship and if the post of cook or Sailmaker was occupied, the person concerned had to remain ashore. Managers were more likely to continue with a prosthesis and delegate their tasks.

The parrot on the shoulder, not just a pirate thing. Birds were often on board, because they not only served as entertainment but were also good for earning money by selling the trained animals in the next port.

The clothes - this colourful mixture often came about through scavenging, after all, anything that could be used was taken, even if it was clothing. It didn't matter whether the style matched or not, the aim was not to win a beauty contest but to have something to wear.

Always drinking. Well yes, there was drinking, and maybe sometimes too much on occasions ashore and maybe sometimes on board. But pirates were always on the lookout for booty and for the navies, so they couldn't afford to have drunken men all the time, and so the respective codes often forbade alcohol.

Hygiene - was generally such a thing at sea, because bathing and everyday washing were not always possible. A pirate is supposed to have long hair and often a beard as well, because it is supposed to show a style that is detached from society. Long hair was normal at that time, or rather a wig - if they could afford it. Beards were one thing, but whether pirates really wore a full beard or not, is impossible to say. Probably none or a small one, because such hair was a breeding ground for vermin, which nobody wanted.

But where did this image of a pirate come from, as it was often communicated in the various media? On the one hand, this look was considered reprehensible and not socially accepted in a civilised way. The sailors of the Navy were said to have more style and not such a ragged look. The fact that all the aspects listed above fitted a normal sailor was often ignored. Most popular media about pirates were created at a time when there was already a kind of dress code in the Navy. And yet the image of the pirate described in the media has persisted and is seen as the typical look.

#naval history #pirate history #pirate look #17th century -early 18th century #age of sail

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peachyloveswriting · 2 years

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Smol request for Damien and The Host {Seperate} Reader asking for comfort due to the anniversary of a loved one kinda sneaking up on them and they just aren't prepared mentally on the day? (fanfic/imagines or headcanons. up to you.)

ANNIVERSARY FOR DEATH --- (Host & Damien x reader)

SUMMARY: while visiting an old friend you realize that today is you sister's birthday, thing is, she passed away a few years ago and this year it hits you hard. But Damien is here to comfort you.

While at home cleaning the kitchen your phone buzzes with a reminder of your father's recent passing. Unexpected, you break down into tears. Host appears to help you.

CONTENT: angst, mentioned death, grief, soft Damien, Wilford content, host is baby, he protecc

TAGLIST: @batty-the-red-koolaid-man @abbzzzzz @dragonangel201 @crustydustycowboi @crazy-obsessed-enby

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DAMIEN --- hurt/comfort

Today you're visiting the Iplier Manor. It's not a special occasion, just a simple visit to see Damien. It's been a while since you last saw him and you owed him a visit.

Walking up to the door you grab the handle and push it open. Thankfully you don't need to knock anymore. Everyone's known you for so long that they know when it's you coming in. Wilford is the first to greet you.

"It's about time you came to see us." He says as he twirls in front of your path. He's not wearing the bright pink wig he likes to wear on occasion, his hair is just combed gently in the top of his head while he's dressed in his shiny pink shirt.

You smile kindly and shut the door behind you. "I know it's been awhile. I've been busy and all." You explain as you begin to press further into the house with Wilford right on your trail. As you climb up the stairs Wilford speaks behind you.

"You're going to see him again aren't you?" Pausing on the steps you turn to look at him. There's a twinkle in his eyes as he smiles up at you.

"Yes. Is that so wrong?" You retort.

Wilford shakes his head. "No. Not at all. You just spend a lot of time with him."

You turn and shrug him off. "I'll hang out with you soon Will. I swear by it." He watches as you make your way down the hall before disappearing from sight. Reaching Damien's door and lifting you hand to knock you hear him call out.

"Come in dear. You know you don't have to knock." He says. Damien does this a lot. He knows what you're about to do or what you think without even realizing it. It's like a strange sense he has. You've come to enjoy it over the time you've known one another.

Grasping the door handle and twisting, you push the door open to reveal Damien sitting in the chair beside the window. His jet black hair is slicked back as usual and his suit is ironed out across his body. He sits with his hand under his chin and his eyes looking out over the mansion grounds. He seems contemplative.

"Hey." You hum as you walk over to his bed, closest to where he sits.

As you settle he finally looks over at you, his dark brown eyes softening as he smiles. "Hello dear." He purrs. It's a nickname you very quickly adopted a few months ago. All the Ego's have their own names for you but his is the most significant. "How have you been keeping?" He asks.

As you open your mouth to speak your phone buzzes against your leg. The alarm starts playing and you hastily fish it out of your pocket.

"I'm sorry." You mumble as you flip the screen over to read the words at the top of your screen. Watching you carefully, Damien notices your face falls as you dismiss it. He quirks a brow, curious, but stays quiet.

"I was fine." You finally say as you toss your phone down beside you. It was a reminder for your sister's birthday. She would have been eighteen today. Raising your hands to you face, you wide at your now wet eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just realized it's my sister's birthday today." You tell Damien. He leans forward with his elbows now resting on his knees.

"Why be upset about it?" His words only hurt you more, with the tears beginning to slip down your face. He doesn't know about it, you never said anything. Now just so happened to be the wrong time.

"She's not exactly...here." Looking up at him through blurry eyes you sniffle. "She passed away a few years ago."

The curiosity in Damien eyes fades and he frowns, sadness swirls in his eyes. Lifting his hand he reaches out to rest it on your knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Oh. Love. I'm so sorry." Standing from his chair Damien quickly settles next to you on the bed and pulls you into a hug. His hands rub your back to soothe you as your cry into his shoulder.

"Sh...it's okay. I'm here." He whispers as he moves a hand up to the back of your head, this thumb gently rubbing back and forth.

Pulling back with soaked cheeks and a red nose you look down to see a wet spot on his suit. Reaching for it you swipe at it with you hand. "I messed up your suit." You say shakily. Damien looks down to observe it before smiling sweetly.

"No worries, I have others. You can use is as a tissue for all I care. What ever makes you feel better."

Wiping the tears from your eyes you let out a small laugh. "I'm not going to blow my nose in it."

Damien rests his hands on your shoulders. "I know. But I'm getting my point across. Aren't I?"

You nod before pulling him into another hug. "I'm going to have to go buy her flowers and visit her soon. Can you come with me?" You ask.

Pulling back again, you sniffle. He nods softly, his hands grabbing yours. "Of course dear."

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HOST --- hurt/comfort

Music plays from your TV as you move around the kitchen, wiping off counters and placing dirty dishes in the sink to be washed later. As you do this your phone begins to go off from it's spot in the livingroom. Confused, you make your way over to check the lit up screen.

As you come closer you can see that it's an alarm buzzing your phone. The words on the screen reads very clearly: 1 YEAR SINCE DAD PASSED.

Picking the phone up you stare at the screen your eyes burning as tears begin to well. Taking in a breath to keep composure, you crumble. Your tears spill over as ugly sobs leave your mouth, the thought of not even being able to say goodbye hits you hard and you hobble your way into the couch. As you reach it and shakily dismiss the alarm, you curl into yourself; your knees against your chest and your arms holding them tight.

At a really young age you mother divorced you father, custody battles were fought and eventually he won. Soon after he married your step mother, Miranda. She was sweet when he was around but she despised you for not being her own. Though she never treated you unjustly. After you moved out, she made everyone on your dad's side of the family cut contact with you, no one helped, called, or visited. Except for your dad.

He called you every night, sent you flowers on your birthday, and wrote you letters on the holidays. He was the only man you could love more than your boyfriend: Host. Now he was gone, passed away from stage four brain cancer.

It's all you can do to stop yourself from screaming. Screaming until your voice gives out.

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At the Iplier Manor.

Strolling down the up stairs hallway towards the stairs, Wilford begins to hear a shout from the small library downstairs. Curious, he stalks down the steps. As he does the voice calling throughout becomes clearer. Someone's calling his name and they sound distressed.

Jogging at a light pace he pushes the door to the library open to find host hurrying towards him.

"Take me to her." He begs.

Wilford is confused. Host is babbling incoherently under his breath as he reaches out for him, his hand grasping his shirt sleeve. "Take you to who exactly?" Wilford asks.

Host mumbles under his breath before he finally speaks coherently again. "Y/n." He says. "Take me to her. Wilford's foggy mind clears once he realizes who the Host is talking about. He wonders why." His furious narration worries Wilford who gives in to the Host's request.

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Minutes have passed yet nothing has eased your mind, the tears just keep coming. Every thought of him the crosses your mind sends you into a babbling mess. Knowing you're alone makes this worse, just the thought alone making you realize just how much of a sob story you really are.

Lowering you head and covering your eyes you sob into your hands. Suddenly, hurried footsteps pull you from yourself. Looking up you're tacked into a hug. Wilford frowns from where he stands in your kitchen before disappearing from sight. Mumbling in your ear is the familiar voice of Host. Precariously he sits beside you, holding you against his chest and you cry.

The hand on your back holds you in place while his other holds your hand, his thumb gently brushing over your cold knuckles.

His narration continues on above you as he comforts you. Not once does he offer words of reassurance or words of anything other than his slowing narration.

Turning your head to the side you gaze at his hand holding yours and sniffle. There's no need to ask Host how he knew you were upset, you already understood that. Hence why he didn't need to say anything to you once he arrived.

Taking a deep, Shakey breath you pull away from his grasp. Looking up at him you squeeze his hand. "She wants to say thank you but Host already knows this. He wishes to caress her face."

Smiling lightly, you lift his hand to your cheek. He's gentle as he wipes away your tears.

"I am sorry I was not here sooner my Love." He says. Leaning into his touch you close your eyes.

"It's okay. I didn't mean to make you rush. I would have been okay eventually. I'm just glad you're here now." Reopening your eyes you spot a glimmer of red falling from the fabric over his eyes. Frowning, you rub the blood away with your hand.

"You're bleeding again."

He sighs. "Worry about that later. Let's go buy him flowers."

ENDING NOTE ---

Honestly you can tell who my favorite is but I head cannon that Host talks two different ways depending on what's happening. Sometimes he'll talk in third person and others he'll talk normally, I love that idea.

#the host x reader #markiplier egos x reader #damien x reader #damien the mayor #markiplier cinematic universe #ahwm x reader #iswm x reader #hurt/comfort #markiplier x reader #wilford x reader #if you squint

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I'm married and have children with WHO?!

Summary: Francesca and Violetta meet up with a magical girl named Roxy who takes them through different universes, where in every universe, something is always different and not everyone is with the same person they were with previously. Things get weird. And confusing. Send help.

The Violetta and Francesca we meet from this story is from what I would call "universe 1". It's a universe where Leonetta, Diecesca, Luty and Camila has children. Pablangie also has a kid, and Maxi and Andres is hinted to have kids. There is also a "universe 2" where everything here is the same, except that Franletta instead are married with kids. Often when I write fics, it either takes place in universe 1 or 2, the ones Vilu and Fran are together with determining it. Every other universe shown in this fic is simply made up for the occasion.

Violetta and Francesca sat in Violetta's backyard, clinking their glasses together. They were wearing their bikinis, and sunbathed as they had a careful eye on their respective daughters. Violetta's daughter Isadora and Francesca's daughter Diana were 2 years old, and played in the pool. A kiddie pool, don't worry, they did not let their toddlers go loose in a big pool.

It was soon time for the girls' naps and Violetta and Francesca hoped to let them tire themselves out.

"Vilu, do you ever think you want to have more kids?" Francesca asked.

"I don't know. We'll see what the future holds. Right now I'm so pleased with just my little Isa."

"I feel the same. You know, I wanted to have three kids initially. But... you know how much Diana inspired me to write more songs."

"Yeah, your songs were beautiful on that album." As Vilu and Fran had gotten their kids just around a month or two apart, they spent a lot of time together taking walks and hanging out as they took care of their little ones. Similarly to what Violetta's mom did for her, both her and Francesca felt inspiration to write songs based on motherhood, and their love for their children. They released an album together and often sang songs from it as lullabies for their girls.

"I've realized just how much I wanna continue with my music career," Francesca said. "So, I think, once Diana is a bit older I'm gonna go back fully. I don't think I'm gonna have time to have more kids right now."

Violetta nodded. "I feel the same. I think it's so luxurious we can be home and work on music, but I wanna get out again."

Their daughters seemed to grow tired, so they saw it as a perfect opportunity to get them to bed.

Just 10 minutes later, the toddlers had fallen asleep, cuddling in Isadora's crib. It went smooth today.

"What do you wanna do now?" Violetta asked.

"I don't know, relax?" Francesca chuckled.

Violetta gave her a smug face. "I have a new wine."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I had to hide it really well, because Isadora is in a phase where she likes to open and close and grab onto everything she sees."

She dug out the wine bottle. It had the name Roxy on it.

"Camila gave it to me," Violetta said. "You can imagine why..."

"Did she make it herself? It seems a bit homemade..."

"Yeah, either she did it or her witch aunt. So let's hope there's no weird spell in this. She didn't say anything about it, though."

"Let's taste it and see what happens!"

They both poured up a glass each and took a sip.

"It tastes like regular wine," Francesca shrugged.

"Yeah, it was fine..."

Then suddenly, and without warning, there was a flashing light. At first, they thought it was just the sun getting brighter, but no... it was something else.

Something seemed to emerge from the flashing light... a red haired person? Blood red. Like... the wig Violetta had when she was...

Suddenly, a carbon copy of Roxy, Violetta's alter ego, stood in front of them.

"Uh..." Violetta let out, "Who... are you?"

"I'm Roxy!" Roxy exclaimed.

"Yeah, but like... how? Who are you really? Roxy doesn't exist."

Roxy giggled. "Oh, in this universe, I don't! But you see, from my universe, I do exist!"

"Violetta, am I drunk?" Francesca asked. "This is not good, I can't go home later drunk with my toddler, I have to spend the night..."

"If you're drunk, I'm drunk," Violetta said. "But wait... I've never hallucinated when I'm drunk..."

"Are we drug tripping?! Was there drugs in Camila's witch spell wine?! Jesus Christ, keep it away from our children!"

"Take it easy," Roxy said. "Take my hand."

Violetta and Francesca unsurely looked at her.

"Take my hand," Roxy repeated. They did.

As Roxy held both of their hands, she closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. Then suddenly, they traveled through this... void... it kinda looked like the digital world the three friends entered in that australian kids show.

"Do you feel calmer?"

"Kind of?" Violetta asked. "But where are we?"

"We're traveling through the universes."

"Ok, but like... why?"

"Because it's fun."

"Hold on," Francesca said, "What exactly do you mean by that?"

Roxy took a deep breath, "Ok, you see... you live in what my device calls 'universe 1'. The ones you're married to, the ones your friends are together with, it's all supposed to be like that in that universe. But in other universes, things may be a little different... you might be married to completely other people, have completely other children, and live completely different lives. In some universes, you might not even know each other. Francesca, there's a universe in which you never moved from Italy! Violetta, there's a universe in which your mother never died when you were young!"

"Okay..." Violetta said, "And are we gonna see those universes?"

"Nope! That would take too long! We're simply gonna look through the universes in which you had the exact same upbringing as you had now, only that your current life is different!"

"I'm still very confused," Francesca admitted.

"You won't be for much longer! We're now entering universe 2!"

They ended up at what appeared to be Camila's house.

"Who lives here?" Roxy asked.

"Camila," Vilu and Fran said in unison.

"Alright! Checking my device, she... still lives here. And she has a child named..."

"Kim."

"She does in this universe, too! Huh! So that's still the same."

They teleported to a new place.

"Ludmila and Naty lives here," Violetta explained, "In our universe."

"According to the device, they still live here, with their daughter... Stella?"

They nodded. This was the same.

Roxy went through the list. "Ok, I'm comparing universes here. Many similarities to your universe... Camila is the same, Ludmila and Naty is the same... your families are all the same... Maxi and Andrés have their twin boys in this universe, too..."

"Wait, what?" Violetta asked. "Maxi and Andres... they aren't even together!"

"Oh..." Roxy then started giggling. "Well, spoilers! They're gonna have some twin boys down the line!" Then she gasped. "Oohh... there is one thing that sticks out from this universe!"

"What?" Violetta asked.

She smirked. "Let me show you!"

They teleported to a brand new house.

"Who lives here?" Francesca asked.

"You."

"Me?"

"And you," Roxy pointed at Violetta aswell.

"We both live here?" Violetta asked. "Why?"

"You'll see..."

They suddenly noticed a little girl running out from the door.

"Aww... she looks like you, Vilu!" Francesca said.

Then a slightly younger little girl came running out.

"And she looks like you!" Violetta said.

"Wait, girls!" a voice called. It sounded like Violetta.

Indeed, the Violetta from this universe stepped out on the porch. She was holding a little baby, with red curly hair. Francesca from this universe stepped out, too, standing next to her.

"Is that my kid?" Violetta asked.

"It is. He's adopted."

"That black haired little girl looks like me," Francesca said, "But she doesn't look like my Diana."

"And that brunette looks like me, but she's not my Isadora," Violetta said.

Roxy turned to Francesca. "Have you ever wondered how it would be if you had three kids, like you originally planned to have before you settled with just one?"

"How do you know I-"

"I know everything. Anyway, in this universe, you do have three kids!"

"What? Where's the other two?"

"All three are in front of you!"

"But... aren't...?"

Suddenly, the Violetta and Francesca from this universe turned to each other with a glance. They then shared a kiss.

"Eww!" the brunette girl exclaimed.

"You have to accept that your mommies love each other, Elina!" this universe's Francesca said in a sing-song voice.

Meanwhile, the Francesca and Violetta from universe 1 stared in shock.

"Are we...?" Violetta said, lost at words.

Roxy smiled. "In this universe, none of you could really work it out with any of your boyfriends, and you instead started dating each other. This lead to a marriage, which led to three kids. Two of them produced with IVF, your beautiful daughters Elina and Carolina, and one adopted son named Oliver."

"I don't know how to feel," Francesca said. "I mean, I..." She smiled awkwardly at Vilu, "I wouldn't mind it... but..."

"I get it," Violetta said, smiling back. "We seem very happy together in this universe. But... where's Leon? And Diego?"

"The device does not say," Roxy said. "Literally, it just gets an error message. Maybe the universe has not decided yet..."

Violetta and Francesca weren't sure they wanted to know what that meant.

"But even if our kids in this universe look very adorable, I miss my Diana!" Francesca exclaimed. Violetta nodded, missing her own daughter aswell.

"Well, then I have happy news, because you'll see your respective daughters again in the next universe we travel to!" Roxy assured them. "The next universe is called the 'canon endgames universe'."

"What does that mean?" Violetta asked.

"Don't worry about it."

As they entered the new universe, they ended up outside the house Violetta and Leon lived in with their daughter. Violetta sighed in relief. "Am I married to Leon?"

"You are," Roxy assured her, "And your little Isadora exists here. And your Diana exists, because you're married to Diego in this universe, Francesca."

"I'm glad," Francesca said, "Mostly because of my daughter, but my husband isn't so bad either, hehe..."

"Well, while you two are back at the status quo... basically everyone else you know have it quite different."

They teleported to a park. Roxy immediately pointed at a teenage girl walking further away. She resembled Broduey in a way, but there were other genes mixed in too.

"Broduey has a daughter?" Francesca asked. Broduey didn't have any kids in her universe.

"Mhm... and guess who he has a daughter with."

Violetta and Francesca thought for a moment.

"You can go up to her, we're invisible," Roxy said. So, Francesca and Violetta did just that.

"Is it just me, or does she also look a bit like... Camila?" Violetta whispered. She didn't know why she whispered, as no one could hear her as they were invisible.

"I know!" Francesca said, "But that's impossible! Broduey and Camila never worked out!"

"Maybe not in your universe," Roxy said.

Suddenly, a middle-aged looking Camila and Broduey ran up to the girl. Both of them were carrying toddlers. It seems like they had four kids in total, but the other three seemed to be triplets. Twins and triplets ran in Camila's family, so it wasn't too surprising. But oh boy, they seemed to have their hands full.

"I don't wanna talk to you," the teenager said.

"Sweetie, please," Camila said.

"I'm gonna go meet my friends," the teenager snapped and walked away from them. Broduey and Camila sighed. They were clearly stressed, holding three toddlers who wanted to wiggle out of their grip, and also a moody teenager at that.

"I wanna hope that their marriage is healthy and good," Francesca said, "And that we just caught them on a bad day."

Broduey and Camila then started arguing, the way they always argued when they themselves were teenagers.

But then, like a minute later, they stopped, catched their breaths and put down all three toddlers so that they could share a kiss.

"I'm sorry," Camila said.

"I'm sorry," Broduey said.

They then noticed all three toddlers had ran off in different directions.

Camila took a deep breath. "Ready?"

Broduey took her hand. "Always."

They then ran in opposite directions, catching a toddler each, and then with the two toddlers on their grip, both went towards the third and grabbed them quickly.

All in all, it seemed like their life was chaotic, but they seemed to manage.

"Ok, they seem to make it work," Violetta said.

"I say the triplets might have gotten their marriage a new spark," Roxy said, "Before they were born, and they just had their daughter... I don't wanna speak about it. It's why she is the way she is. Anyway, let's move on!"

Francesca and Violetta didn't have time to even say anything before they suddenly got teleported to a new house.

They noticed a child around 12 years old standing by a car. "Mom! Hurry up!"

Out came Ludmila. She was also looking pretty middle aged.

"Is everyone older in this universe?" Violetta asked. "Camila and Broduey have a teenager."

"Yes, I forgot to mention, this universe is 10 years ahead. Your kids are almost teenagers, but I didn't want you to see them," Roxy explained, "I wanted you to watch them grow up for yourselves, in your own universe."

"Well, that's nice," Francesca said. "Is this Ludmila's... kid?"

"Mhm!"

"And let me guess... not with Naty."

"Not with Naty, no."

"Who, then?" Violetta asked. "A girl she met later in life, maybe?"

Roxy shook her head.

Out came Federico. He wrapped his arms around Ludmila and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"She and Fede...?" Violetta asked.

"Is Ludmila closeted in this universe?" Francesca asked. "Or does she have a different sexuality?"

"Now, universes may be different, but people's personality and sexual orientation always stays the same," Roxy explained. "But Ludmila is not bisexual, nor pan, nor likes any other gender other than girls. She is closeted."

"Yeah, we know... she had a rough coming out with her mom..." Violetta said.

"There is a universe in which Priscila Ferro married a woman named Sharon instead of your dad," Roxy said.

"What-"

"We won't visit that universe, as that does not have anything to do with you. But it's fun, Ludmila got a stepsister that was in a similar situation to her and the two bonded together and stopped their moms from taking over the world, which they were fully capable of doing because both Sharon and Priscila are dangerous women... anyway, in that universe she at least didn't push you down the stairs, Vilu, but she did push another teenage girl down the stairs. But I'm getting off topic, that universe as I mentioned has nothing to do with you!"

"Mom, you're so slow!" the kid sighed, "I wanna go to the mall!"

"We will go to the mall," Ludmila said very calmly, "You just have to be patient."

"She never raises her voice at her kid because she wants to do everything opposite from her own mother," Roxy explained.

"That makes sense," Violetta said.

"While you go to the mall, I'm gonna go make some dinner for my two stars!" Federico said in a cheerful tone. Ludmila smiled at him. There was kind of a sadness in her smile, but it was there.

"They do have a happy marriage, they do," Roxy assured them, "But their kid definitely suspects Ludmila. I'm sure in a few years it's gonna be some drama with that. Anyway, wanna see who Naty ended up with?"

They teleported to a new place. Immediately, they saw Maxi and Naty together in the backyard of a house. They had two little children, one boy and one girl, running around. Naty sighed in relief.

"At least they don't destroy everything in our house now," Naty said.

"Only our backyard," Maxi chuckled.

"Now, Naty is also closeted, but so is Maxi, so it's ok," Roxy explained. "And they have a decent life. They got twins a few years back. Wild little things, they like to run around a lot, Maxi and Naty are often exhausted. But hey, that's parenthood."

"So Maxi gets twins in every universe?" Francesca asked.

"Maxi does get twins in every universe, yes. In every other universe he has them with Andrés, but in this specific one, he has them with Naty."

"I'm still so surprised him and Andrés are gonna be a thing," Violetta chuckled. "But it also makes sense."

"They seem to be doing ok together," Francesca said, "But I still think Naty and Ludmila are happier together."

"Yeah, and Maxi and Andrés."

"Maybe in your universe," Roxy shrugged. "Despite what I've told you, we have only seen a small glimpse of their relationships. But I can tell you there's one relationship that I'm happy is only in this universe."

They teleported to Violetta's childhood house.

"What are we doing here?"

Roxy put a hand on her shoulder. "Violetta... I don't know how I'm gonna put this in the best way... your aunt and your dad are married."

"What?!"

"Mhm. And you support it in this universe."

"I-"

"Wait..." Francesca said, "Do they have children?"

Roxy shook her head.

"That's a relief," Violetta said, "I can't imagine them... but also... poor Angie... she really wanted kids. But I can understand she doesn't want to have kids with dad."

"Let's look at a glimpse of their marriage life," Roxy said, teleporting them inside the house.

Germán sat on the couch, as Angie came inside with some tea.

"I decided to give you some tea while you work," she said gently.

"Thank you, Angie." Germán laid back, "Ough, could you give me a massage, too? My back really hurts."

"Of course." She smiled and started giving him a massage.

"Aaah! That's the spot! Ooh, you're so good at this, Angie! I love you!" He kissed her arm that was leaning over his shoulder.

"I love you, too."

Violetta stared at this in disbelief. "I have to admit I had a dream they'd be together once... but that was before I really knew how bad my dad was and I just wanted Angie to stay with me forever. I don't care if they have a happy marriage or whatever, I don't... like it. I think it's weird! Am I a bad daughter?"

"Yes," Roxy said. "But it's ok, he's a bad father."

"He really is," Francesca said. Violetta stared at her. "What?" Francesca asked, "It's true!"

"But it might also be weird because I know just how happy she is with Pablo in our universe," Violetta said. "And they have their daughter... and Angie is happier than what I've ever seen her."

"Can we go to another universe?" Francesca asked.

"Sure! Let us spice it up!" Roxy exclaimed. "Now, how do you feel about polygamy?"

"Uh-"

"No time to speak, we're gonna travel now!"

They ended up in a large room. It appeared to be a party of some sorts.

"Who's birthday is it?" Violetta asked.

"It is very unclear," Roxy admitted. "It might not be a birthday at all, but just a gathering."

"Look! Naty and Ludmila are together with Stella again!" Francesca exclaimed, pointing at Naty holding baby Stella, as Ludmila was cooing at her.

"And Camila has Kim!" Violetta added, noticing Kim sitting on Camila's shoulders. They were happy to see their friends have their kids back.

They then noticed Maxi and Andrés leaning against each other in the corner.

"Oh, they're together?" Violetta asked.

Roxy nodded. "In this universe, they just got together, but the twins are not here yet! But the important thing here is you four over there."

They noticed this universe's version of Violetta, Francesca, Diego and Leon stand over at a table. Violetta and Francesca were holding two girls that appeared to be their separate daughters at home.

"I wanna say right off the bat, that's not Isadora and Diana," Roxy explained.

"Why?" Francesca asked.

"Because Isadora and Diana can never be siblings. Neither can Stella and Kim."

"Why not?" Violetta asked. "And what do you mean with siblings?"

"When your daughters turn into teenagers, something will happen with their relationship that would make any other universe very weird if they were siblings. And about that... these two girls you see in front of you were conceived with the ones you are married to in your universe... but they have other names here, and while they aren't biologically siblings, they... are."

"Hold up, what?" Francesca asked, feeling super confused.

Roxy formed a mischievous grin. "Violetta, do you notice that you're pregnant?"

Violetta looked down on herself and frowned. "What?"

"No, not you, the other you! This universe's you!"

Indeed. This universe's Violetta handed over the toddler she had carried to Leon, and the second she did, you could see her bump.

"Me and Leon are gonna get another baby?" Violetta asked.

"Not you and Leon. You and Diego."

Violetta stopped her tracks. "But... who's the black haired toddler that Francesca is carrying?"

"That's also Diego's."

"You lost us," Francesca said.

"Remember when I asked you how you felt about polygamy? Well, in this universe, the four of you got very close on your trip to Madrid that one time... and you became so inseparable that you all four decided to date each other!"

"Uh..."

"None of you are married, that is still illegal. But you wanted to start a family, so you got yourself two kids, paired up Violetta and Leon and Diego and Francesca. But now, you're ready for a third, and so Diego decided to try mixing his genes with Violetta. Who knows if you get a fourth mixing Leon and Fran's, that all depends on how much you can handle three children."

"I..." Violetta tried to figure out how to react to this. "... ok..."

"As long as we're happy...?" Francesca said, raising an eyebrow.

Roxy lit up. "Oh, if you say that, you're gonna love the next universe we're visiting! I call it the 'nothing-is-the-same-as-any-other-universe-universe'!"

They arrived in a living room. Violetta looked out the window. "Huh. We're in Madrid...?"

"Yes, you live here now," Roxy said.

"Okay... why, and also with who?"

"You live here with your husband who missed his home country so much, and you were happy to move here for him!"

Right then, this universe's Violetta came in with groceries. She turned around. "Come on, can't you help me carry at least one bag?"

"They're so heavy!" a whiny voice replied.

Violetta and Francesca stiffened. They recognized that voice. It sounded like Sniff from the Moomins, but more a much darker voice.

Out came Tomas, and gave Violetta a kiss on the cheek. ”Can you be a dear and get the rest of the grocery bags?”

”Okay,” This universe-Violetta playfully rolled her eyes.

”How did I end up with Tomas?” Violetta asked.

”Well, you never forgot about him after he moved, and he never forgot about you either,” Roxy said as she wiggled her eyebrows. ”You kept in contact and eventually started dating… and now, here you are!”

”Do we have kids?”

”You don’t. It’s not that you don’t want them, but making them is hard, because Tomas has a tendency to… finish quickly?”

Both women scrunched their faces up and shook their heads as they waved their hands around.

”Thanks, I don’t wanna hear!” Violetta exclaimed.

”Why not, it’s your husband!”

”My husband is Leon and he’s the only one I can picture be a father to my children!”

”Is he the same as Tomas in bed?”

Violetta went silent for a moment, not sure if she would share such intimate details. Then she remembered Francesca practically knew everything as the two of them talked about intimate subjects a lot, and Roxy was this weird all-knowing universe bender. ”I’ll have you know Leon knows exactly how to satisfy both me and himself. Thank you.”

This universe’s Violetta came back upstairs with the last of the groceries.

”You can at least put them where they’re supposed to be,” she told him, ”I’m gonna go shower.”

As she left, Tomas started packing up the groceries. Right away however, they noticed he was putting things all wrong. Things supposed to be in the fridge was put in the cupboard, he put apples in the freezer for some reason, and just left it very disorganized.

”He’s doing it on purpose so that he doesn’t have to do it in the future, because you’d think he’d ’only do it wrong’,” Roxy explained.

”Lazy ass fuck,” Francesca mumbled. Everyone turned to her, as she usually didn’t swear. ”What? Let me!”

”I’m annoyed,” Violetta admitted, ”Why does me in this universe stay with him?”

”Because you love him in this universe,” Roxy said. ”When you come out of the shower, you’re gonna go give him a massage because you love him so much.”

”Oh my god, I’m Angie in the universe where she’s with my dad! Quick, can we go see where Francesca is instead?”

”Sure thing!” Roxy snappad her fingers and suddenly they were in a new living room. This time, in what appeared to be Milano. Francesca was cuddling with someone on the couch.

Walking forward for further inspection, it appeared to be Marco.

”Marco?” Francesca asked, surprised. ”I married Marco in this universe?”

”Yes,” Roxy said. ”You never broke up. As Marco went to London, you wanted to be closer to him, and thus moved back to Italy. You had your singing career here, and as he was done with his studies, he moved her with you and now you’re married and go on vacations with Violetta and Tomas around Europe.”

”Aww,” Francesca said, ”Well, that’s nice. Except I’m still skeptical about Tomas, but otherwise than that, it’s nice.”

”Imagine if I had ended up with Clement,” Violetta joked.

”You never will or have in any universe,” Roxy said, ”There was never a chance you and Clement ever would be romantically involved.”

”I’m guessing me and Marco don’t have kids,” Francesca said.

”Well, check yourself.”

Francesca checked her alternate-universe counterpart and noticed that there was a bump sticking out from her. She gasped.

”I’m pregnant!”

”You are,” Roxy said, ”Congrats!”

Francesca wasn’t sure she was supposed to say thanks, considering it wasn’t her that was pregnant, but it was still her from another universe, so it was her.

”Marco, can you get me a soda?” this-universe Francesca asked.

Marco got up. ”Anything for my princess!”

”He’s still a Ken to your Barbie,” Roxy remarked. ”But hey! You might wanna know what happened to your husbands from your own universe!”

She snapped her fingers. They were now in Buenos Aires, in some garage. Diego and Leon were sitting down on a couch, holding a beer each.

”What do you say we rehearse later?” Leon asked. ”After I walk the dog.”

”If I have the energy,” Diego chuckled.

”You have the energy, you’re just lazy.”

”I’m not lazy!”

”You are. You are so lazy!” After Leon said this, he gave Diego a quick peck.

”Ooooh…” Violetta said, ”They are ones married to each other this time.”

”Correct,” Roxy said. "Since you were so busy with Tomas, Diego spent more time with Leon than with you, which lead to them having a relationship and also lead to Francesca staying with Marco! But I don’t really know how all events led up to each other, but I guess it can make sense…”

Violetta and Francesca nodded.

”Leon and Diego don’t have kids, but they do have dogs! And they’re planning on getting a parrot, too.”

”I have a weird question,” Violetta said, ”Is there any universe which Diego and Marco are together?”

”According to my device, they are together in the same universe as Priscila marrying a woman named Sharon. Possibly other universes too, but it won’t load. Anyway, that universe also has Angie being together with Jade and Ludmila and Camila being together.”

”Who’s Angie with in this universe?” Violetta asked.

”Jackie.”

”Our old dance teacher?” Francesca asked.

”Yes. Also, in this universe, Naty and Camila are together. Should we go meet them?”

"Sure...?"

They teleported to a kitchen. Immediately, they saw Naty stand by the stove, cooking something.

"Mami!" someone shouted. A little child soon came running inside. It was a little girl, but it was not Stella.

"Dinner is ready soon," Naty assured the child.

"Guess who woke up from their nap early!" Camila said, making her announcement by saying that. She was carrying a little baby.

"Did you?" Naty joked. "Good thing the baby woke you up!"

Camila went up and kissed her. "What's for dinner?"

"It's a surprise."

"CHICKEN NUGGETS?!" the little girl exclaimed.

"No, not chicken nuggets," Naty laughed.

"I want chicken nuggets!"

"Tomorrow," Camila promised.

"'Morrow?"

"You'll get nuggets tomorrow."

The little girl seemed happy with this promise.

"They might get a third child eventually," Roxy explained, "And even a fourth. The universe has not decided that yet."

"What a cute little family they have," Violetta said. "I know both Naty and Camila are great mothers from our own universe, so I'm happy they still are here."

"Yeah, even if it's weird not seeing Naty with Ludmila..." Francesca admitted.

"Yeah, where is Ludmila?"

Roxy tried to look it up on her device. "It... doesn't say."

"It doesn't say?"

"No... maybe the universe has not decided what she's up to."

"What does that even mean?" Francesca asked. "Does that mean she... doesn't exist in this universe?"

"No, no! She does exist! It's just that we don't know what she's up to or if she's with someone. She might not be with anyone! She might be single! She might be with Broduey, it doesn't say what he's up to either."

”I doubt Ludmila is with Broduey,” Violetta admitted.

”Ok, you’re right. In this universe, she’s either single or with another woman. We don’t know.”

”May I ask,” Francesca said, ”Any of these pairings we’ve witnessed here… do they exist in any other universe?”

”Yes. There’s a lot of universes that mixes these together. We for example have universe 22 where you two are married, as well as Naty and Camila AND Diego and Leon. I don't know why this is called the universe in which nothing in the same as the others, maybe because there's not two or more pairings that both is the same in another universe?”

”Why are some universes numbered and others have a title?” Violetta asked.

”Don’t question it. There’s also a universe in which you and everyone you know are a part of a tv show and are played by actors, and then people in their 20s write fanfiction about you!”

”I have decided to not question anything anymore…”

”And then those people in their 20s who write fanfiction about you are fictional characters in one of your universes and you might write fanfiction about them!”

Roxy then stared right at you, the reader, and smiled as she asked you: ”Which character would you want to write fanfiction about you?”

As they entered the white void that was in between all the universes, Roxy took the women’s hands.

”We’re soon gonna travel back to your universe again. But before I need to ask you: Did you see any similarities between the universes?”

”Well…” Violetta said, ”I don’t know…”

”I’m gonna give you a hint: In every universe, there was a couple that always remained, and never changed, not even in the nothing-is-the-same-as-any-other-universe-universe.”

”What?” Francesca said. Both her and Vilu tried to recount all the different universes. Some had the same couples as the previous, but not all of them.

”No, I’m lost,” Violetta admitted. ”Please, who is it?”

Roxy smirked. ”It’s two that you seem to have forgotten about. Makes sense, you only hung out with them for a year and then seemed to move on from them. But they were there…”

”Huh? Who?”

”Braco and Napo!”

"Braco and Napo?" Vilu and Fran exclaimed in unison.

"Are they together?" Francesca asked. "I mean, I always had a feeling about Napo being gay, but Braco?"

Roxy shook her head and tutted disapprovingly. "You clearly have not kept in contact with them."

"No... I guess we haven't," Violetta admitted. "They're dating in our universe, too?"

"Yes. And in the universe where you two are married, and in every other universe! There's always them!"

"But how come they're an exception to the rules?" Francesca asked.

"Think about it, Fran... when you picture Napo or Braco with anyone... who do you picture?"

"Uh... I guess... I don't really... have thought about it."

"Exactly. In the universe in where you are fictional characters in a tv show, Braco and Napo disappeared after one season."

"Did they do that because we lost contact with them in our universe?"

"Probably. Oh well! We're back in your universe now!"

They were back in Violetta's kitchen.

"We're back to our universe?" Violetta asked.

"We need to get our kids," Francesca said, "We've been away for such a long time..."

"No, no time has passed at all in your universe," Roxy assured them.

"I feel very odd," Violetta admitted.

"Yes, you feel that after seeing yourself living in different universes. And we didn't even visit all of them! Did I tell you about the one where you changed your name to Tini?"

"Why did I do that?"

"No one knows."

"Can I ask you something?" Francesca asked, "My brother Luca. In this universe we're in, he's not with anyone, nor has he any kids. Does he in any universe?"

"Yes, in several of the ones we visited! But I forgot that you'd be interested in that," Roxy admitted.

"Oh... okay..."

"Maybe next time!"

"Maybe next time, yes..."

Roxy put her arms up in the air. "Well! I better go!"

"Where are you going?" Violetta asked.

"I'm sensing someone else needs some universe-travelling... in another universe."

"I see..."

"But it was very fun hanging out with you!" Roxy exclaimed and shook both of their hands at the same time.

"I'm just surprised that you even exist," Violetta said, "Considering you're my alter ego in this universe..."

"I'm your alter ego in a lot of universes! It's your fault, or your credit, that I exist as my own person in my own universe!"

Violetta stared at her, slightly confused. "How does it look in your own universe?"

Roxy shrugged, "I live in a universe where alter egos exist and always have existed! We are not born, we just come into existence as the age we were when we were created. Our universe is just a void that bends and changes, which is why we like to travel to other universes!"

"Ok, makes sense..." Violetta wasn't sure it made sense, but she was just too dazed by everything she just decided to accept it.

"I need to go now!" Roxy said. "Goodbye!"

She jumped and with a pop, she was gone.

"I wanna travel through universes again sometimes," Francesca said, "I wanna know what Luca's doing."

"Yes, although it feels weird to see us being with other people and having other children..."

"Yeah... wait, what were we talking about?"

"What?"

What Roxy didn't tell them was that, as soon as you come back from a multiverse trip, you soon forget all of it.

Maybe it was for the good, because you could easily get driven insane by knowing what you did in other universes...

Violetta and Francesca in universe 1 just thought they had been tasting a wine they friend had made, and that Roxy was simply a character Violetta came up with. They thought their daughters were children they had with Leon and Diego respectively, and forgot all about universe 2, in which they instead were the ones married and had three children of their own. Violetta never remembered visiting the universe where she was married to Tomas instead, and Francesca never remembered seeing herself in that other universe married with Marco and expecting a child with him. And none of the two remembered the universe in which, instead of being married to Leon and Diego separately, they had a polyamorous relationship with them.

They didn't remember their friends being together with anyone else than who they currently were and weren't together with.

And all the Francescas and Violettas from all the other universes had no idea either that things were different. They all lived their lives happily unaware.

Although, despite forgetting everything, Violetta and Francesca from this universe would always and forever have this feeling that they were going through something, but they can't remember what... and they would wonder that for the rest of their lives.

Camila, or her witch aunt, did not only cast a spell on the wine. One of them also cast a spell on the text you're reading right now. Don't ask me how they did that.

Roxy is coming for you right now. You should be lucky the universe you're in is one of the few in which teleportation is illegal, because otherwise she'd appear directly next to you.

She just landed 100 meters from your location. She's running. Lock your doors if you're at home, and if you're not, then... have fun on your multiverse trip! You won't remember much of it anyway when you're done!

You could make it a drinking game every time "universe" is written... /j So, as I mentioned in the beginning notes, in my fics I only keep it in two universes, where the only difference is if Franletta or Leonetta + Diecesca is canon, and all other ships remain the same. The plan was that they'd just visit each other between these two, but then I decided to go completely chaos with it. A long time ago, I tried to figure out next gens for many of the canon ships, and it was those that showed up in the "canon ships" universe. The other universes were just me toying around. And there's probably hundreds of universes left... I don't have next gens for that many ships, so many of these were either "IF this ship had kids, this is how I could picture it", or "this ship would not have kids together". The only actual next gens I have are the ones that are mentioned by name. I also mentioned some ideas I've had about writing someday, like "the universe where Violetta is not relevant" ;) We'll see if I write it someday. Hope you liked this fic! Also, Roxy is by your door now. If you have it locked, she'll leave soon. If you see her or open the door, she'll come in, but the second your trip through different universes where you live your life differently ends, you'll forget it all, and it will just feel like a repressed memory that you can't recall.

#violetta #leonetta #diecesca #franletta #luty #camila torres #natila #tomletta #dieletta #leonesca #dieleon #germangie #pablangie #fedemila #brodemila #naxi #maxi x andrés #braco x napo

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