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sunkissed-zegras · 20 days

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𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 / 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄 / 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ─ JH⁸⁶

TRACK 18 ─── IMGONNAGETYOUBACK

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౨ৎ ─ summary | almost a year ago, your whole was shattered by the one person you'd never thought would hurt you. and now you were back in the city where it all started with one simple mission ─ get him back.

─ word count | 2.5k

─ warnings | oof where do i begin, angst? obviously second-chance romance, slightly suggestive, mention of drinking/getting tipsy, jack being a cocky ass, slightly fluffy? idk just a lot of word vomit but yeah!

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─ ev's notes | yaya! first ttpd celly fic is out!! hoorayyeeee!!! also i've been listening to this album like on fucking repeat since friday and holy shit, this is probably my third fav now (sorry speak now). i also literally can't choose a fav but according to my music app, i've listened to so high school 72 times since it came out!!!!!!!!

YOU SWORE YOU'D NEVER COME back to New Jersey ─ but, here you were.

How you ended up here, tipsy and alone in this bar? You're not exactly sure. What you do know is that the night started in your childhood home with your parent's very expensive bottle of wine. And now you were here, in downtown Jersey in one of your old high school dresses that fits a little tighter than it did almost 5 years ago.

Your lips were stained red as you ordered another glass of Blueberry Gin & Tonic. You didn't know when you had started drinking Gin & Tonic but a lot had changed in the last couple of months. You didn't even know who you really were anymore, it was blurry.

And you could blame all of that on your high-school sweetheart ─ the person you'd thought you'd spend the rest of your life with. Key word: thought, as in past-tense.

As you swirled the ice in your glass, memories flooded back like a tidal wave crashing against the shore of your mind. The late-night drives down highway roads, the whispered promises of forever, and the way your heart used to skip a beat at the sight of his smile. But somewhere along the way, those promises faded into echoes, and the smiles became almost bitter memories.

It all came crashing down a few months ago. The pain was like a dagger through your heart, leaving you gasping for air in a world suddenly devoid of color. You lost the one person in your life who made you, you. You had to relearn who you really were without him.

And in the aftermath, you tried to pick up the pieces of your shattered and almost confusing life, but the wounds were too deep, the scars too raw. So you ran, running from the memories that now haunted you, seeking solace in the anonymity of far-away cities and unfamiliar faces.

But no matter how far you ran, you couldn't outrun the ghosts of your past. They followed you like shadows, lurking in the corners of your mind, waiting for a moment of weakness to strike.

And tonight was no different.

When your eyes locked with his familiar blue ones, a particular ghost of your past appeared. And you didn't miss the way you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw his now grown-out hair (you'd never let him grow it out when you were together) and his soft stubble that you always made him shave. But it suited him, he looked more mature.

But you weren't surprised, it almost seemed like fate. Almost. If it weren't for the fact that you knew, in the back of your mind, he always liked spending his Saturdays playing pool with his friends, in this exact bar. You pretended like you hadn't planned this entire thing.

And so you feigned ignorance, pretending as if you hadn't noticed him at all. You kept gazing at him, taking him in. You felt the anger rise in your body as your nose flared, beginning to think sober up again. You took another swig of your drink and turned away from him, you could practically hear the wheels turning inside his head as he analyzed you right back.

A few moments pass and as you predicted, you felt a tap on your shoulder. "Y/N?"

You met his gaze and it felt so much different from the last time he'd looked at you. He looked... surprised? Is that even the right word? You felt his eyes scan you up and down, the tight dress fitting you perfectly in his mind.

You, too, had changed since the last time he'd saw you. Your hair was slightly shorter and more put together, you looked healthier and more mature. Less like a teenager and more like an adult now, but that's just how aging works, right? Not only did your looks change, but the way you carried yourself.

God, you were sexy. Jack always knew you were beautiful, it was undeniable. But after not seeing you for months now, you looked like a dream ─ a hauntingly beautiful vision that stirred something deep within him. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by the way you carried yourself, with a newfound confidence and poise that spoke of strength.

He was at a loss of words. But it was Jack, of course he didn't let it show. He plastered on his award-winning smirk and let his gaze fall back on to your face. "I didn't know you were back in Jersey, you shoulda texted."

Your face contorted into surprise. Was he really trying to pretend like nothing happened? Oh, two can play that game. "I was just visiting family." Your red lips turned into a tipsy smile. "But you're right, I should've texted. How have you been?"

"Awesome. Is this seat taken?" Jack didn't wait for an answer, he just pulled out a chair and sat down. He glanced down at your drink, the smirk still very much evident in face.

God, how much you wanted to just smash his face in. But you swallowed the anger with your drink, letting him study you for a few more moments.

"Since when do you drink?" His tone was amused as he watched you swallow the liquid so effortlessly, like it was water.

Since you left, you wanted to shout. "Not until recently."

You watched as he leaned back in his chair, studying you with an intensity that made your skin crawl. "And what brought about this newfound appreciation for alcohol?" He asked, his tone still but the underlying curiosity evident in his eyes.

"Life." you said simply, your voice barely above a whisper. "Life has a funny way of changing things."

He nodded, as if he understood, but you could see the doubt flickering behind his eyes. He didn't know the half of it, didn't know the pain and the heartache you had endured in his absence. And part of you wanted to keep it that way, wanted to shield him from the truth of how much he had hurt you.

But another part of you, a smaller part buried deep within all the hurt and bitterness, wanted him to know. Wanted him to see the scars he had left on your soul, to feel the weight of the words left unsaid between you. But not to burden him, to somehow reverse all the pain he'd caused you.

"So, what have you been up to?" you asked, deflecting the conversation away from yourself. "Anything exciting?" By anything, you really meant anyone.

You saw the way Jack's smirk faltered as he shook his head. "Nope, nothin' new." But he knew that you knew the real answer.

Two months, it took him two months to move on from a 4 year relationship. "Really?" you asked, your voice laced with skepticism. "No new hobbies, no new friends, no new... interests?"

Jack chuckled, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he leaned in closer to you, his gaze locking with yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. "Well, I might have picked up a few new hobbies," he admitted, his voice low. "But nothing as exciting as running into you here, that's for sure."

Despite yourself, you felt a small, genuine smile tug at the corners of your lips at his charming response. He had always had a way with words, a charisma that could disarm even the most guarded of hearts.

"There she is," his voice was soft as he watched the curves of your lips turn upward. "I missed that."

His words sent a warm flutter through your chest, a mixture of nostalgia and longing swirling within you like a whirlpool. Despite everything that had happened between you, there was still a part of you that missed the comfort of his presence, the familiarity of his smile.

"Well, don't let it get to your head," you teased, although the playful tone of your voice couldn't mask the vulnerability lurking beneath the surface. "I wouldn't want you thinking you can charm your way out of everything."

"I'm not trying to, trust me. I can't help it." Jack smirked as he shrugged. "And for the record, I did miss it. I don't remember the last time I've seen your genuine smile."

Your smile faltered as your stomach squeezed in anxiety. The last couple of months of your relationship was spent only arguing, and the smiles had become a rarity, buried beneath layers of resentment and hurt. You swallowed hard, the memories of those final days weighing heavy on your heart like a rock.

"Yeah, well, it's been a while," you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you fought to push aside the memories threatening to overwhelm you. "A lot has changed since then."

"I can tell," his eyes scanned your body and you felt your heart jump. He wet his lips as his blue eyes met yours again, a grin playing on his lips. "I remember this dress. You wore it at my draft party, I remember."

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, memories of that night flooding back with a rush of emotions. You remembered the excitement in the air, the pride shining in his family's eyes as he celebrated the culmination of years of hard work and dedication.

"Yeah, I remember," you said softly, your voice tinged with nostalgia. "It feels like so long ago."

Jack nodded, a wistful smile playing at the corners of his lips as he reached across the table to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I never forgot that night," he said, his voice low and sincere. "Or how beautiful you looked in this dress."

Your heart skipped a beat and you felt like the air was knocked out of you at his words. Goddamn him, his smooth-talk, and that damned cologne that made you feel high off of him. "Shut up," was all you could muster as Jack chuckled.

"Let's go take a walk."

And like always, Jack didn't wait for an answer. He just grabbed your hand and began walking toward the exit. Your mind raced as Jack's touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. And despite your inner turmoil and the warning bells ringing in your head, there was a part of you that couldn't resist the pull of his charm, the familiarity of his touch.

You hated how he still had this effect on you and how confident he was, he always made decisions for you. You're not sure if it's really a bad thing, because how can something so bad feel so insanely good?

"Okay," you said softly more to yourself than him, your voice barely above a whisper. You allowed him to lead you away from the dimly lit bar and out into the cool night air.

As you walked side by side, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension, you couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu wash over you. It was like stepping back in time, back to a simpler era when the world was young and full of promise.

Jack pulled you into his chest as you walked, his arm wrapping protectively around your shoulders as you leaned into him, seeking solace in his familiar warmth.

Despite everything, despite the pain and the heartache, a part of you still longed for the comfort of his embrace, for the reassurance of his presence by your side.

"The dress still fits you so well," Jack finally spoke up. You could feel practically hear the grin on his face as you rolled your eyes, a smile tugging on your lips.

"Yeah, well, it's a good thing I haven't outgrown it," you replied, your voice light and teasing as you leaned into his embrace subconsciously.

Jack chuckled, his arm tightening around you. "You'd look in a garbage bag, princess. You can never outgrow anything."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Jack." You quipped.

"It's gotten me this fair, huh?" Jack's tone was amused as you felt yourself roll your eyes at his cockiness. He let out a laugh as he squeezed your arms, the way he knew you liked.

You wanted to slap the smirk off his face but instead, you just shook your head at his teasing. He still knew you so well, even after so long. As much as you wanted to resist his charm, there was a small part of you that couldn't help but be swept away by it. Jack had always had a way of getting under your skin, of finding the cracks in your armor and worming his way into your heart.

"You're insufferable," you said, though the teasing lilt in your voice betrayed the fondness you couldn't quite suppress.

Jack chuckled, his laughter warm and infectious as he leaned in closer to press a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment longer than necessary.

"But you love me anyway," he said, his voice soft as he met your gaze with a knowing smile.

You couldn't deny the truth of his words, no matter how much you wanted to. Despite everything, despite the pain and the heartache, a part of you still loved him ─ had always loved him. Would you always love him?

You gazed back at him, his grin even bigger as his hand squeezed your arms again. The more you stared, the more you slipped back right where he wanted. Fuck, you were back.

Your hands came up to touch his soft stubble, one of the many new things about him. Something you never thought you'd like, you swore his clean-face was your favorite but he proved you wrong.

"You like it?" Jack asked, his voice low and husky as he watched you trace your fingers along his stubbled jawline. There was a glint of satisfaction in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the power he still held over you.

"Yeah," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you met his gaze, your fingers lingering against his stubble. "It suits you. You look... different, but in a good way."

A smile tugged at the corners of Jack's lips, his eyes sparkling with gratitude as he reached up to gently cup your cheek in his hand, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Thank you," he said, his voice warm with sincerity. "I'm glad you think so."

You smiled genuinely, the anger slowly dissipating as you looked into the eyes of the man you'd once loved, wholeheartedly. His face may have changed but his gaze was still the same, the same blue eyes you'd been drawn to from the beginning.

"Let's head back to the car, yeah?" His voice came out hoarse and low, you could hear practically hear the need in his voice. And again, you let him lead you back to his car and eventually, to his home.

Your lips curved into a smirk, you'd had gotten exactly what you'd sought out to do. You'd gotten him back, but who ever doubted you?

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 10 months

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"Are you going out there again?"

Daryl turned at the sound of your voice, his hands stilling on his saddlebag where he'd been tucking away some gear. You always stilled him—the way no one else could. "Yeah," he drawled, resting a hand on the handlebar of his bike and trying to avoid thinking about how pretty you looked in the orange glow of the early morning sun. You were glazed in gold and it seemed fitting. "Don't ask me," he said suddenly.

You frowned. "I can't stay in here any longer or I'm going to scream. Please let me come with you, Daryl."

He shook his head and avoided your eyes. "Ain't safe. Ya ain't ready." He resumed his packing up, strapping his crossbow down onto the back of his bike.

"You're really going to just leave me in the dust here?"

Daryl gulped. Christ, you weren't takin' no this time...

"Remember what happened last time you left me behind? I ended up having to help Hershel in the infirmary and I caught that bad flu. Nearly killed me," you said dramatically, crossing your arms over your chest.

Daryl straightened up, shooting you a look with his narrowed gaze. A sigh escaped him. "Yer really guiltin' me 'bout that?"

You nodded once, firmly. "Hey, it's childish but it works. So, unless you want to try and bring down another 104 degree fever before my brain cooks, I'd suggest you let me tag along."

He shook his head, glancing away while he chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully. "Yer bein' completely ridiculous. Ya know that, righ'? You gettin' sick was just bad luck. Didn't have nothin' to—"

"If I'd been with you out there, it probably wouldn't have happened. I wouldn't have been waiting on everybody who was sick," you argued. "So. Can I come or not?"

Daryl heaved another sigh and rubbed a hand over his face. "If I let ya come, ya listen to everythin' I say and do it without arguin'. Got it?"

You grinned. "Yes!" you said, straightening. "I will. I promise. I know you'd never let anything happen to me, Daryl."

He nodded, feeling his face flush already at the thought of your arms being around him and your body pressed against his for the ride. He cleared his throat, avoiding your eyes abashedly. "Alright. Get on..." he drawled. "Dun make me regret it," he said, a half-smile on his lips.

You smiled back. "I swear I won't." Prompt: "Hey, it's childish but it works."

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eggtartz · 7 months

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✧ 26th October ✧

Sanji Vinsmoke // "Bon Appetit!" (f! strawhat crew reader)

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warnings : ice play, sanji wants his women satisfied, uhm ice goes into the coochie

having a relationship with the sanji vinsmoke is honestly going great for you. the food is great, the way he treats you is even better. it's a stable relationship between you and him and you can not ask for anything more. well, except for one thing. given how lewd and perverted sanji is around women, you really thought he's a beast in bed. that perception changed when you got into a relationship with him and safe to say that it's bland.

like bland as hell.

the sex was always vanilla and the most extreme thing he has done is probably fingering you dry. this had to change and you're determined. waking up that day, you marched pass the other crews while blossoming them a smile. you arrived at the kitchen where sanji was humming while cooking breakfast. "good morning y/n-swan! breakfast is almost ready, do let the others know and sit down, yes?" he said sweetly, you're almost sorry.

"sanji, I don't feel like having breakfast today" you pressed yourself against his body, making sure he feels how erected your nipples are. you wanted him to lose control, to let go. sanji almost choked at the sight of your boobs almost spilling out from your top and he can see your nipple through it. "y/n.. d-did you not wear anything underneath?"

"wanna find out?" you purred, calling him in like a siren calling for the sailor. you were going to make sure the sailor wrecked his ship today. You pulled his loose tie as his cigarette fell from his lips at the directness. "come, my room's empty. we can do more" you purred again as sanji's eyes changed into hearts as he drooled over your seductions. as the time you two arrived at your room, you puled down his coat blue shirt as you took off your top. sanji's nose bleed at the beautiful sights of your tits, almost cooing when he gets ahold of them. "y/n-swan's breasts are the best! so soft, squishy!" he muttered, gently lapping on them and tweaking the bud. "sanji!" you whimpered as he squished two boobs to fit in his mouth.

you backed up bit by bit until eventually you two fell on the plush bed. "i actually have something to say, sanji.." you jolted between words as his mouth wrapped around your nipple. "yeah? What is it?" he asked, eyes closed. "i wanna spice things up when we have sex" you blurted that his tongue stopped. "were you not satisfied before, my love?" he looked up to you, a tinge of hurt in his tone. "no! it's just, okay, fine. it isn't sanji.. i never get excited and usually i get bored than excited" you sat up to look at him properly. "is that selfish?" you asked gently, not wanting to offend him. "absolutely not. i'm glad that you stated it, dear. as a gentleman, i feel ashamed to leave you unsatisfied. tell me, what plans do you have? i'm in board!" he smiled as you sighed in relief.

"uh, could you masturbate while i play with myself?" sanji was more than eager, pulling out his dick from his briefs. meanwhile, you bent down under your breath and pulled out a bucket. sanji didn't questioned the contents but he could see a bunch of ice in there along with a bottle of wine.

you spread your legs, revealing your bare cunt for him to see. "do you have a clear view?" you asked and was answered with a moan "the best view" sanji bought his hand up and down his cock, spitting on his hand. you took one ice and circled them around your pussy lips and sanji almost came.

almost.

sanji grunted, squeezing his dick as the ice swirled around your folds and he had this urge to put his tongue there too. "y/n.." he said under his breath. you smiled and when the ice melted, you slip it inside of you and it popped back out when you clenched. sanji was amazed with the show, his balls have never felt this tight before and he was itching to touch you and fuck you raw. a daze was clouding his head of how good your pussy must feel right now.

you teased him, the ice resembling a circle going in and out your pussy with easy as another hand of yours circled another ice around your clit. you throw your head back, the coldness from the ice and sanji's piercing eyes drilling holes into your gushing cunt was arousing you tremendously. "are you looking, sanji? how my pussy gets wet from the ice?" he was jacking off with concentration, sweat on his forehead. "i can see, y/n. it's so hot.. so fucking hot" he growled. "and it can be like that without ice, you know?" you said again as sanji smiled. "you're right darling."

he moved himself, plunging his dick inside your pussy with the ice still inside. "sanji!" you yelped but he was already thrusting and already found a steady but punishing pace, "i was foolish to not see how you were unsatisfied, y/n. let me help" he dribbled spit on your lower tips, as you wrapped your legs around him. "oh, sanji!" you moaned when his cock pushed the ice deep in your gut, the feeling of it slowly melting away was making you mushy "thank you for telling me, y/n" he whispered, spitting on his palm and rubbing your stiff clitoris as you mewled.

"you won't regret it!" he grunted, his cock disappearing inside and out of you. his thrusts were brutal and fast as you saw stars and feel your climax knocking in. "i'm gonna cum, sanji!" you huff as he went faster. "do it, y/n. i need to feel it.. i never felt it before but now i'll make sure you cum until you can't!" he bullied his seed inside you, melting with the ice as you came with your eyes rolled back. "that was.. so good.. mmh." sanji placed his fingers inside, gently scooping out the remaining ice as he placed it on his tongue and kissed you. the ice was passed on to each other mouths as drool dribbled under the chin and the ice completely dissolves. "i hope you're satisfied, y/n-swan" he panted against your lips. "oh you left me satisfied indeed" you purred, holding his face as you two kissed again.

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tsukimefuku · 2 months

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The search for the man in the black suit

You were assigned to find and capture Higuruma Hiromi, a curse user sentenced to death by Jujutsu higher ups. You're just not sure if he really deserves to die.

Tags: Jujutsu Kaisen, f!reader, angst, canon-typical violence.

WC: 3.5K

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". A sequence of short stories and random drabbles related to Nanami x Reader x Higuruma. To see the ever-growing list of one-shots and short stories, please visit my masterlist :)

Disclaimer: these stories NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above.

From the unexplainable exorcism of multiple curses in just two days around Morioka City, Jujutsu High was able to triangulate the curse user's most probable hideout. You were assigned to find the man and capture him, in order to take him to execution by Tengen's established Jujutsu Society.

However, you were authorized to use lethal force in case he posed a direct threat to your life.

The man was 35-years-old Higuruma Hiromi. He was a former criminal defense lawyer that awakened his cursed technique during trial, right after his client got convicted, and wound up killing the prosecutor and the judge in the process. Jujutsu High provided you with some pictures of him, and in absolutely all of them, he was wearing a signature black suit with a sunflower pin on the lapel, always accompanied by a black tie.

Normally, these murders would be addressed by the regular justice system. However, because it involved cursed activity according to multiple accounts from witnesses that were in the courtroom that day, Jujutsu High was entrusted with the task of dealing with him.

Ever since he killed those two people, he was missing, and this is where you came in — you were entrusted with locating him and capturing him.

It felt odd going into this mission, and you couldn't help but wonder what got that man — supposedly a straight A's upstanding citizen and criminal defense lawyer — to commit murder. He surely was accustomed to fighting for hopeless causes and betting on losing dogs, especially in Japan where the conviction rate was so high, so why snap at this case? What had happened?

You remembered yourself how you were, once, targeted by Jujutsu High, and decided, while you got off the train, to give the man the benefit of the doubt.

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It was night already, and the cool breeze soothed your face as you closed the car's door behind you. Following the directions you received when assigned this mission, you took a cab and wound up in front of an abandoned building.

You checked the address, and sure enough, it matched the area you were supposed to look around to find the former lawyer.

Standing in front of that concrete carcass, you made your way inside, noticing the door to the entrance was completely gone. The building apparently had three floors from what you could tell after counting the windows visible from the outside, and you knew you'd have to check them all thoroughly in case this man was hiding.

However, it proved unnecessary.

Right in the middle of the first floor, you spotted a full bathtub, which was already odd enough. On top of that, the man you were looking for was laying inside of it, completely clothed, and didn't spare you a look as you came inside and stood there, staring at him in confusion.

"Have you ever bathed with your clothes on?" He inquired, suddenly.

"Hm, no" you answered, slightly taken aback. What kind of question is that? "I'm from a very cold place, even thinking of it gives me anxiety."

He was still staring at the ceiling, lit by moonlight and streetlamps that bled through the destroyed windows. "Where?"

"I'm from Odate" you answered, still completely puzzled as to why he was just making small talk with you. In any case, you decided to humor him, maybe he'd comply more easily to come with you if you did so.

"Odate? Akita Prefecture, right? Lovely place. I went there once." His expression was completely blank as he said this.

"Did you?"

"Yes. I went there for a case. I was a criminal defense lawyer." He answered, lingering on the last word.

You gave it some moments before asking, "How did it end?"

"My client was convicted to life imprisonment. He was innocent."

Silence.

You introduced yourself, and asked him if he was Higuruma Hiromi. He sighed at the sound of his name, finally looking at you.

"Yes, I am Higuruma Hiromi."

His eyes were empty and perceptive, and even in this silly scenario, he looked anything but silly. Even though you were a Grade 1 sorcerer, for a brief moment, the lingering question if you could take him on or not crossed your mind. You weren't sure. His aura was something else.

"If you know who I am, then you probably know what I've done." He said, nonchalantly.

You nodded. "Higuruma Hiromi. 35 years old. Former criminal defense attorney. Killed two people using an innate cursed technique after the conviction of one of your clients. His verdict of innocence was overturned, and you demanded a retrial, killing both victims on the spot."

He scoffed, and slid himself just a little under the water, protruding his knees up. "I thought I'd feel anything when listening to my charges. My clients always stiffened or hunched over when they did. I just feel... Nothing." He sighed. "So is that what this is? Innate cursed technique, you say?"

"Yes. They are a special kind of cursed energy manipulation from what we call jujutsu sorcery. Some people are born with them, and it usually manifests during childhood. However, it can happen later in life, often due to traumatic events and very negative experiences" you answered.

He seemed pensive for a moment. "And I assume you can manipulate cursed energy too, right? You seem to know a lot about it."

Your body tensed up. His voice had changed, and he began to emanate a discreetly menacing aura. "Yes, I can."

To the sound of that, the curse user put each hand to the side of the bathtub and began lifting his body up.

"I want to know what happened in Keita's trial. Why he was found innocent in the first place" you said, and the man stopped in his tracks, diverting his gaze to you. He seemed slightly interested, and you decided to double down.

"You were someone that took on incredibly hard criminal cases in a country with an extremely high conviction rate. Why did you kill these two people after he got convicted?"

Higuruma pondered for a moment before answering. "Because I grew tired of people's ugliness." He began. "My client got his favorable sentence overruled simply because a prosecutor had a chip on his shoulder, wanted to appease the media, and the judge couldn't bother to do this job rightfully, eager to end his work load for the day and leave, failing to see the people and lives he affected. All he saw were just piles of papers to be taken care of."

He paused.

"Because of their ugliness, an innocent man will spend the rest of his life behind bars."

At that moment, you were sure this wasn't the speech of a cold-blooded murderer, but someone that got so disfigured by an unfair system that he, too, became disfigured himself.

"I understand" you replied. "I'm sorry that happened to your client."

His eyes became less vacant for a split second, but his walls came back up as quickly as he asked, "how do you know who I am, and what are you doing here?"

Your breath got caught in your throat for a moment. "I was sent to capture you and take you to Tokyo. People that manipulate and employ cursed energy in Japan are subject to Jujutsu's Laws."

"Oh, so you're a jujutsu police officer of some sort?" He inquired. "Unfortunately, I don't talk to police officers without the presence of a lawyer, and since you didn't let me know that beforehand, nothing I told you up until now can be used as evidence against me."

"Ah... What?" You asked, genuinely confused.

He snorted, smiling. "I just wanted to play the 'accused and interrogated by the police' role for once."

"... Oh."

Yeah. He was definitely messed up in the head.

You were both sharing an incredibly awkward silence for a minute that seemed like an eternity.

"So, can I take you now?" You finally asked, breaking the silence.

"No."

More awkward silence.

"I mean, I just came here to do that."

"I understand. The answer is still no" he retorted. "There is probably a life imprisonment or death sentence waiting for me, am I correct?"

You failed to spit out an answer for him on the spot, and he took great notice of that.

"As I thought. So, no, I won't come with you out of my own volition." Higuruma said that as he got out of the bathtub and started walking towards you.

You took a step back and tried reasoning with him. "I intended to suggest a lesser punishment for you when we got to Tokyo. From what you've told me, you are not a murderer. Just someone that apparently lost his way and-"

"Lost my way?" He scoffed. "I haven't. I just see the truth more clearly now."

His cursed energy started radiating, and you knew now there was no turning back — you'd have to fight.

You conjured up many small grenades in-between your fingers, but before you could do anything, you saw yourself engulfed inside a courtroom. Higuruma was standing on the other side, and there was a giant black creature with a white face right behind him.

"Eh?! What the hell is this?!" You said, surprised. "Is this your domain expansion?"

"Oh, so that's what it's called? Domain expansion?"

Before he could do anything, you jumped over the pulpit and threw your grenades towards him. However, you were instantly warped back to your position, and felt even more confused than before.

"No violence is allowed inside this courtroom."

So it isn't a sure hit domain? What the hell is going on?

"Let me explain. In here, I have evidence of a crime you committed." He lifted an envelope. "Judgeman, who is right behind me, will say your charges. He knows everything about everyone inside the domain. After hearing your charges, you'll have time to make your statements, and with the evidence in my hands, to which you'll not have access to, I'll argue against your allegations. Then, Judgeman will sentence you based on the six japanese codes."*

*AN: The six Japanese codes are the Constitution, the Civil Code, the Criminal Code, the Commercial Code, the Code of Criminal Procedure, and the Code of Civil Procedure.

"What are the possible punishments?"

"Unfortunately, that is not up to me, but you can say anything you want in your defense during your deposition."

"Well, shouldn't I have access to the evidence in order to make my defense? And shouldn't you speak first? I mean, you're acting like a prosecutor. And if Judgeman knows everything, how can I expect a fair trial? It's like expecting God or any all-knowing being to-"

He scoffed. "Things are rarely fair in a courtroom. And Judgeman's sentencing will take into account only our allegations. Now let's get to it. Judgeman is not very patient."

The shikigami proceeded.

"February 20th, 2008, Odate City, Akita Prefecture. You stand accused of suppression of evidence related to a criminal case of another person, consisting in keeping items related to murders carried out by Shogo Yamada and not surrendering those objects to the authorities. What do you have to say in your defense?"

Oh. You remembered that, alright. You, Nanami and Gojo kept most of the items that contained cursed energy traces that they found on the murder scenes and never surrendered those to the police. After the end of their mission, Gojo and Nanami took those items with them, and they were all probably kept somewhere in Jujutsu High ever since.

Shit, what do I say?

You had a half-assed idea.

"We only did so in order to carry out our own investigation and reach him before the police did, considering he was a curse user that killed people with his innate cursed technique and would most likely harm any officer that got to him. So we were acting in legitimate defense of third parties" you answered, kind of incredulous all of this was happening.

Higuruma opened his envelope, and it had a picture of Shogo, deceased. "You could've surrendered that evidence to the police after his death. So, you undoubtedly kept evidences related to crimes of homicide unlawfully under your possession."

Fuck.

"The defendant is found guilty. Penalty: Confiscation" the shikigami said, before the entire domain dissipated.

You sighed, pissed. As you tried to conjure one of your grenades, it didn't work.

Higuruma noticed that.

"Confiscation, apparently, strips someone from their innate cursed technique."

To the sound of that, you clenched your hand and imbued it in cursed energy. At least I have that. I can try to fist fight this guy.

"Well, what would you say in my defense in that case, lawyer?" You asked, begrudgingly.

"It's simple, really. The law states that it is a crime to suppress evidence related to a criminal case of another person. Given that these murders were carried out by a curse user, and also what you just told me — that there are Jujutsu Laws to judge those who kill using jujutsu —, he wouldn't be under the jurisdiction of the regular justice system, so there would be no need to surrender that evidence in the first place. The fact that you're here and not the police proves that Jujutsu Laws overrule the Penal Code, and Jujutsu Laws are not contemplated by the six codes Judgeman adheres to."

Asshole.

"Fine, then let's get this over with" you replied.

Suddenly, he threw a gavel at you, and you dodged it by the skin of your teeth. Damn, he's fast.

You realized, at that moment, you were in deep trouble, as he lunged at you grabbing the gavel that ricocheted back. You had some taijutsu training with Gojo, and prayed it'd be enough to keep you alive during this fight.

Jumping away to keep some distance in between the two of you, you thought you'd have some time to think of a strategy, but he was quicker, managing to hit you and send you flying to the other side of the room. Reinforcing your body with cursed energy, you managed to scrape off most of the damage, but were still very much hurt due to the blunt force impact.

Right before he dashed in your direction again, the roof came crumbling down, separating the both of you, as Higuruma stood closer to the exit, and you were very much cornered in the back of that floor.

It took you a moment to fully grasp what was going on. A gigantic spider-like curse, completely black with no eyes, had apparently been drawn to this place due to the cursed energy from your fight.

This isn't good. I can't make a run for it right now, I'm completely trapped and have no grenades or anything else.

You made the next decision in a split second.

"Higuruma, run! I'll handle this!" You shouted, surprising him.

"You have no innate cursed technique anymore!" He yelled back.

"I know that! Just fucking go! Save yourself!" You replied on the top of your lungs, dodging the curse's first three strikes.

By no means was he innocent, and just moments prior, Higuruma was actively trying to kill you. Even so, you were someone that strongly believed in second chances, and though you couldn't exactly explain why, you still felt he deserved repentance.

That would never happen if he got killed in there.

"Go!" You shouted at him, seeing that the curse user simply stood there, dumbfounded, looking at you.

During this brief moment of distraction, the curse whipped one of its many legs directly against your abdomen, and you hit the concrete behind you, feeling your mouth instantly spurting with thick puddles of blood. You could distinctly feel you were injured internally, and that it was ugly.

On top of that, you knew you wouldn't be able to RCT yourself quickly enough.

Shit...

You saw the snow from Odate, while the cold formed beautiful fractals against the glass in your old home's window. Felt the taste and smell of your favorite tea, a recipe passed on through generations in your family. The day your parents left in the middle of the night, you were holding your brother in your arms, scared of what would happen to the two of you. Your brother's laughter. Your best friend hugging you the day you both graduated from High School. The afternoon you came to Jujutsu High. Nanami's face smiling at you. You saw it all in the longest second of your life.

I'm going to die.

The curse came at you and began descending three of its legs all at once, and you braced yourself for the impact.

Surprisingly, it never came.

When you realized, Higuruma was in front of you, using his gavel to hold the curse's legs at arm's length.

"Move!" He shouted, and you rolled yourself over propelling your body with your legs, as he swirled himself and his gavel around the curse's limbs. Higuruma instantly charged at it, dealing a blow that threw the cursed spirit across the vicinity.

He was definitely very strong for a modern day sorcerer, and you were even more sure of that seeing him go toe to toe with a strong Grade 1 curse.

However, you still needed a way to get yourself out of there.

Tapping inside your belt bag, you reached for your phone, praying it wasn't destroyed when you got hit twice. By a miracle, it wasn't, and you started to text Gojo, the only person you knew that had the ability to warp himself around.

Sending you my location. Injured. Came here to capture curse user. Need help asap. Might die.

It was a long shot, but the only one you had.

As you were praying that Gojo saw that message and came to your rescue, you had the chance to witness firsthand how talented this curse user was. He made close combat look easy, jumping around the curse and hitting it with his gavel — is this gavel bigger now? — effortlessly.

Suddenly, his weapon became 10 times the size it previously was, and Higuruma used it to propel himself in the air, swinging the gavel down directly over the curse, completely crushing the spirit underneath.

It had been exorcized.

You wanted to sigh relieved, but as Higuruma landed, he turned to face you. On his face, a mixture of confusion, shock, and something else you couldn't quite grasp. It kind of looked like... Annoyance?

"Why did you-" He began asking.

At that moment, a whiff of wind blew inside the room, and you mustered enough strength to yell "don't kill him!" shortly before Gojo threw Higuruma against the wall. At impact, the curse user fell on the floor, confused as to what was going on.

"Knock him out!" You shouted.

Gojo swiftly approached the man and planted two of his fingers on Higuruma's forehead, who instantly passed out.

Now you were relieved.

"So... What happened and why did you ask me not to kill him?" Gojo said, turning to look at you. "Oof, you're beat up. Guess we gotta increase our training sessions!" He chirped, grinning.

"Ugh, come on, Gojo. I'm bleeding internally, cut the jokes for a second, will you?" You said, rolling on your back, while healing your insides with RCT.

"Not for long, I see. Your RCT is improving" he noted.

"I was about to capture this guy, but we got jumped by a Grade 1 curse."

"What? And you couldn't defeat it, a Grade 1? Have you become weak or something?!" Gojo inquired, walking up to you and looking at your pathetically splayed beat-up body on the ground as you healed.

"Shut up. I don't have my innate cursed technique right now. He neutralized it."

Gojo widened his eyes. "He did?! How?"

"It's the effect of getting caught up inside his domain, which doesn't work with the sure hit thing. Ugh, come on, help me up" you complained, extending one of your hands. Gojo grabbed it and pulled you sharply, sending a wave of pain throughout your body. "Goddammit, man, be more delicate."

He laughed and waved his hands, dismissing your complaints. "You'll be just fine. Now, what was that about a domain that can remove other people's innate cursed techniques?"

You tried conjuring one of your grenades, and it came to your hand. At the sight of that, you sighed, relieved.

"Long story short, he can temporarily deactivate someone's technique if they suffer some sort of conviction from a Shikigami." You gazed at Higuruma, still asleep on the floor. "He's also insanely talented. I was led to believe I was sent to capture a dangerous killer, but he just-" your voice paused for a moment.

"Hm?"

"He just seems misguided."

You pondered for a moment.

"Could he work with us? I mean, we're always short-staffed."

Gojo was surprised, and asked, "really? I mean, you were only in this deep shit situation because of him."

"I mean, he was going to get captured and taken for execution. I'd defend myself, too. Also, his crimes wouldn't necessarily render him a death penalty if he was to be judged by a regular Court. He'd probably get life imprisonment or maybe imprisonment for a certain number of years."

The sorcerer thought about it for a moment, and walked towards Higuruma.

"He deserves a second chance, and will certainly be an asset for Jujutsu High" you concluded. "He's strong. He exorcized this grade 1 curse without my help, and he awakened his abilities a week ago or so."

"Are you sure?" He asked, lifting his blindfold with a finger to look at you.

"I am. Gojo, you saved me from the claws of the higher ups. They're arbitrary bigots, you know that." You said. "Please, take this as a request from a friend, will you?"

"Fine" Gojo replied, throwing Higuruma over his shoulder and giving you a thumbs up. "I'll do my best! But you owe me a bag of kikufuku."

You smiled at him. "Of course. I'd expect no different. Thank you."

End notes:

So, this one was a fun one. I literally read the japanese Penal Code and put my own knowledge of law hierarchy, criminal law interpretation and criminal procedure (as of today I can say I do have a masters degree in it 😂) to use. Hope you guys like it! xoxo 🦉

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #higuruma hiromi #jjk higuruma #jjk imagines #jjk hiromi #hiromi jjk #hiromi higuruma #higuruma #jujutsu kaisen higuruma

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A Friendly Auction

Tangerine x !GN Reader x !Platonic Ladybug

Word Count: 4.5K

SFW; Language, Jealousy, Possessiveness (all from our best fruit boy)

After being out of commission for a little while, you're getting back into the industry by attending a job auction. You see some familiar faces.

A/N: *speaks into the mic* Hi, did anyone order a *checks notes* jealous Tangerine, and a bestie named Ladybug?

There were a few requests for these, I combined some themes but will definitely be doing more. I have unlocked an addiction to jealous Tangerine and writing a platonic Ladybug is really fun too.

Tall industrial buildings, most of them vacant or under construction, lined the sides of the street as your car flies down the empty road. Coasting through the rundown, abandoned side of the city, pot holes dotted the asphalt and you had to swerve to avoid them. Only sounds of the engine and wheels on pavement fill the small cabin. On the passenger seat beside you was your cellphone, a half empty pack of cigarettes, and an auction invite. Flashy gold lettering on thick paper caught the light of the afternoon sun through the window, shining in your peripheral vision.

Refusing to look at it, but picturing it clearly in your mind anyway, you muttered under your breath. “Fucking ridiculous.”

When you had received the invite along with instructions, you wanted to throw it away, act like you had never gotten it. A job auction? Are you joking? Your boss, a woman you highly respected and had worked with for years, was sending you to do errands for her.

“Just scope it out; see who’s bidding. Think of it as a way of getting back into the swing of things.”

Yeah. Not insulting in the least.

Slowing the car, you turned down a narrow, patchy road, squeezed in between two brick buildings. At the end of it was a guarded security gate blocking off a much wider section of an empty lot in front of a two-story warehouse.

You rolled down your window as your car crawled to a stop, leaning on your forearm to stick your head out. Three heavily armed guards were coming out of the little hut positioned at the side of the gate to meet you. There were more inside, two sat in front of monitors; they were armed to the teeth as well.

Cheerily, you greeted them with a polite smile. “Good afternoon!”

Their faces never lifted from a deep-set scowl.

The one closest marched up to your window and barked orders at you. “Please step out of the vehicle with your invite.”

Well at least he said please.

Over the next few minutes, you stood outside as they inspected your invite, patted you down, and searched your car for any weapons. They even had a dog sniff you and the car’s undercarriage. That was new; security had gone up since the last time you had come to one of these things.

Not that you could blame them. Maintaining peace in a neutral zone where all criminal families (and a bunch of no-good contract killers) could meet, had to be one nightmare of a job. Those that ran the show at least mitigated the risk by choosing who got an invite. Reputation came into play no doubt—generous donations helped too.

Satisfied that you weren’t trying to sneak anything in, the guard motioned for you to go ahead, keeping your invite. That’s too bad, you wanted a souvenir.

Only a few other cars were in the lot when you parked. Every single one of them nice, probably worth a small home; your car was no exception—fitting in is preferrable for this line of work. You parked away from the rest, maintaining the space like everyone else. Checking the time on your phone, you were pleased; even after the long security process, you were early by 25 minutes,. Being early was good, especially when some mob bosses considered tardiness a personal insult.

Grabbing the pack of cigarettes off your passenger seat, you got out and leaned up against the car door. No one would appreciate you smoking inside, and this would give you an opportunity to see whoever showed up next.

It wasn’t long before someone did, and they parked right next to you.

“What the fuck…” You murmured, lit cigarette hanging between parted lips. Then, the car door swung open and you were greeted with a goofy smile and a head of blond hair.

Ladybug flew around the side of his car, throwing his arms out wide. “Holy shit! Welcome back to the land of the living!”

A smile instantly lit up your face as your old friend walked up and embraced you heartily.

“You call auctions living?” You laughed, speaking into his shoulder as you returned the hug.

“Aw, come on. It has to be better than the hospital, right?” He pulled away, checking you over with a hand on your shoulder. “How long did they keep you?”

You huffed, flicking your cigarette ash onto the pavement. “Three fucking weeks, I was going stir crazy!” Giving a wave of your hand, leaving a fading trail of smoke behind, you add, “I started smoking so they would let me sit outside a few times a day.”

Ladybug’s laugh was infectious, and it was enough to lighten your mood; you were suddenly glad you came.

His hand left your shoulder as he leaned back against his own car to face you. “How are you feeling now?”

“Good!” You motioned to your right leg, lifting it a little. “Sometimes I’ll get the odd phantom pain, but other than that, brand new. Ready to start working again.” You motioned toward him with a wide smile. “What have you been up to?”

“I’ve just been looking around for grab and go jobs, I’m tired of shooting people—tired of getting shot at.” He pauses to ask with a raised brow.“Are you bidding?”

“No, not today. Boss lady wants me to ‘scope it out’. I guess she thinks this’ll get my foot back in the door.”

He grins, sensing the impatience in you. “That’s good!”

You only shake your head and groan.

This turns his grin into a wide smile. “Don’t try to rush back in so fast. Take some time to relax. Recovery is important.”

You pressed your lips together to keep yourself from disagreeing. The only thing on your mind after months of doing nothing was holding a gun again. Your hands itched for it; fingers impatient to pull a trigger. You wanted to go after targets, travel to new locations—not sit endlessly on your couch, smoking and waiting around for your next doctor’s appointment.

Giving you a look, one that suggested Ladybug knew exactly what you were thinking, he continued on. “Don’t be like that. I was worried! When I found out you were in the hospital I was shocked—didn’t think anything could take you out.”

More cars were parking now, some distance away. Their owners exited and headed straight for the entrance. A lot of the faces you didn’t recognize, only a few were vaguely familiar.

You scoffed lightheartedly. “A broken leg didn’t really ‘take me out’. It’s not like I was in a coma or anything.”

Those were small lies. It hadn’t been just a broken leg, and you had been in a coma, but only for a day or two. Which, in your opinion, shouldn’t really count. It was more like an extended nap.

Ladybug sounded curious. “Wasn’t it worse than that…?”

Taking a drag from your cigarette and blowing smoke to the side, you attempted to brush his prying off casually. “Says who?”

He shrugged with another one of his goofy smiles. “Heard it through the grapevine, I guess.” He watched as more people exited their cars and went inside.

You groaned through another drag of your cigarette. “Oh, God. People were talking about it?”

“Yeah, of course! A contractor as good as you gets put in the hospital? Disappearing for months? That’s news.” He waved a hand, standing and motioning for you to join him as he started toward the entrance. “You should have seen the other contractors scramble to pick up the jobs you had left over.”

You dropped your cigarette onto the pavement and snubbed it out with a foot, then joined him.

“Sounds worse than it was.” You mumbled.

He shrugs. “I think it was a wake-up call.”

“How so?”

“You’re someone who’s been in the business for years. When people looked at you, they saw how you managed to thrive for so long in this profession. It gave others hope that they could do the same. And then, boom, just like that—you’re gone.”

Frowning you looked at your friend. “That’s part of the job.”

“Sure, sure. That’s something we all say countless times, and we all act like we know or understand what it means…but when it happens, it still rattles nerves.”

You fell silent, contemplating this. On the other end, as the one ‘disappearing’, you didn’t think much of it. You were hurt and now you’re back. It was just the way of the job; you’d seen this happen to others many times.

As you and Ladybug made your way across the lot, two acutely familiar faces got out of a car a small distance away. Despite all the talk of being a professional, your stomach did a flip.

Trying to keep your voice down, even though they were too far away to hear anything, you pointed a look toward them. “I didn’t know The Twins were desperate enough to go to job auctions now.”

Ladybug looked in their direction, speaking carefreely as he openly stared. “There’s big money in this. Connections. A lot has changed since the last time you’ve been here.”

Lemon was exiting the passenger side closest to you and Ladybug, he smoothed out his jacket as he stood, eyes on the people entering the building ahead. Tangerine was coming out of the driver’s side, wearing his usual suit attire with slick-backed hair. He was frowning deep enough that you could make out the lines on his forehead. He looked to his brother but caught sight of Ladybug still staring at them, then his eyes snapped to yours.

His whole demeanor instantly changed—forehead lines disappeared and his eyes widened. Jesus, it even looked like he straightened his back. He must have said something to Lemon, or maybe his brother saw the change, because a second later Lemon turned to look too.

Ladybug laughed, observing your carefully neutral expression. “Uh-oh. Do I detect a little drama?”

You only turned away and grumbled something incoherently. The tall, glass doors to the warehouse were nearing. Inside you could see people milling about.

He bumped your arm playfully with an elbow and leaned in a little. “You know, rumor has it they were involved. Or at least, one of them was involved.”

You tried to hide a smile as you bumped him back. “Involved in what?”

“In what happened!” You could feel his eyes roll. “Don’t try to play dumb with me, you know I can see right through it.”

You hummed, reaching for the door and holding it open for him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

As Ladybug passed by and into the warehouse, you saw Tangerine watching you closely as he and Lemon were walking over from their car. You caught Tangerine’s eyes for a few heartbeats, trying to suppress a smirk. It was a look with meaning behind it. Before Lemon could lean over to say something to his brother, you broke the eye contact and went inside.

Ladybug was waiting a few steps away; he had seen the interaction and was deadpanning. “You couldn’t be any more obvious if you tried.”

In contrast to what the outside of the warehouse looked like, the inside was like a luxury ballroom in a hotel. Rows and rows of comfortable chairs all faced a lacquered wooden stage with a mahogany podium. The wall behind it was filled with a long digital screen that had yet to display anything.

People stood in groups among the chairs and along the rows talking idly. You could plainly tell who was a boss, an underling, or a contractor. It was all given away by the amount of people they were surrounded with, their clothing, or how they carried themselves. As you entered the room, a few heads turned to take long looks.

Ladybug came to a stop at the end of a row and turned to you, leaning his head forward to try and keep his voice down. “I know you enjoy playing with your food, but when are you gonna eat?”

“Weird analogy, Ladybug. I’m not a cannibal.” You teased back.

“Stop dancing around the subject.”

“Well, this isn’t grade-school, we can’t just casually go out for burgers and a malt.” You glance around the room as it continues to fill up. The auction would be starting soon. “Maybe you haven’t noticed, but our profession involves killing people; that complicates things a bit—and you don’t know the whole story.”

Ladybug chuckled shaking his head. “This must be serious. In all our years as friends, you’ve never avoided talking about someone this much.” He put his hands on his hips, eyes narrowing playfully. “Just promise me, when you two get married, I get to be your maid of—”

You interrupted Ladybug, sucking a quick breath through your teeth and placing a hand on his chest. The Twins were walking up. Tangerine’s eyes looked at your hand on Ladybug’s chest and those deep forehead lines returned as his brow furrowed. You dropped your arm from your friend’s chest, noticing Tangerine’s eyes trailing the movement.

Ladybug beamed. “Well, helloo—”

Ignoring him completely, Tangerine gruffly interrupted; addressing you. “Good to see you back in the field.”

The corners of your lips twitched, fighting to keep an even face. “This isn’t really the field. More of a playground.”

His mustache twitched as he blinked and stammered out, “Well—uh, it’s good that you’re back. At least.”

Lemon made a face at his brother before asking you politely, “How are you feeling?”

Turning, you gave him a smile. “Great, thanks for asking.” Tangerine’s eyes could have burned a hole through you.

Tangerine opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by someone on a speaker asking for everyone to take a seat. The auction was officially starting.

Ladybug spoke up, pointedly sarcastic. “Nice talking to you.”

There was a gentle tug of encouragement on your arm as he moved toward a nearby row of empty chairs. Tearing your eyes away from Tangerine, you could have sworn that his eye twitched a little.

“Christ, what did you do to him?” Ladybug whispered into your ear.

You leaned in to whisper back as you sat down beside him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, he somehow managed to look like a kicked puppy and a psychopath, at the same time.”

At the opposite end of your row, on the isle, The Twins were taking their seats. It had you facing them anytime you turned to talk to Ladybug, and Tangerine was facing you anytime he turned to talk to Lemon.

Had he purposefully done that? The idea almost makes you snort, but you catch yourself.

You blinked, focusing on your conversation with Ladybug. “I didn’t do anything.”

At the end of the row, Tangerine was turning and talking with Lemon. His eyes flickered to meet yours several times. You sat back in your seat to face the front, staring straight ahead and resisting the temptation to look over.

Ladybug hissed. “Uh-huh. Is that why he positioned himself to be able to watch you from the end of our row?”

Unable to control it this time, you snorted and brought a hand up to cover the laughs that followed. He also started to snicker and laugh. Thank God you were in the last row sitting behind everyone. Leave it to Ladybug to bring out the un-professionalism in you.

As the announcer began speaking, the screen lighting up with an introduction, you wiped at your eyes, trying to dry the tears and focus. It lasted about 10 seconds before Ladybug was hissing again.

“He keeps looking this way.”

You grumble back, keeping your face toward the front. “Ignore him.”

“He’s staring at me with those psycho eyes. Like he’s thinking about killing me.”

“He probably is. Just keep acting like you don’t care, maybe Lemon will slap him or something.”

“If you two could just fuck already, it would make everything a lot easier—”

“That’s not how I do things, Ladybug.”

“Yes, that’s right. You enjoy driving men to the brink of insanity, first.”

You whipped your head to look at him, about to come up with a retort, when your eyes met Tangerine’s. Yeah, he was definitely still looking this way.

He frowned at you a little, no doubt wondering what you were over there talking about in the middle of the auction. You frowned at him back, clearly sending the message of ‘mind your own business’. His head tilted to the side a little, eyes flickering to Ladybug and back to yours. And that’s when Lemon looked at Tangerine and shoved him back to sit properly in the seat.

As you also sat back, Ladybug triumphantly whispered, “Told you he was staring.”

The next 30 to 45 minutes of the auction was much of the same. Different jobs up for grabs flashed across the screen while members in the audience raised little auction cards to signal that they wanted to bid. You watched and committed to memory the most sought-after job and by which group. Naturally, since you were unable to participate, it was a complete fucking bore.

During a particularly long bid, going between two mob families for over 10 minutes, you lean over to Ladybug and whisper, “I’m going to the restroom. Let me know who wins this job.” He gives you a nod as you stand to leave.

Making your way down the corridor to the bathroom, the sound of your shoes clicking against the marbled floors bounces off the walls and back to you. It’s no surprise that the bathrooms are just as nice, spotless and adorned with fancy soaps and towels. So much money for a place that’s only used, at most, once a month.

Exiting the bathroom while smoothing down your shirt, you startle a little as you’re greeted by Tangerine’s intense blue eyes. He was casually leaned up against the corridor wall.

“Tangerine.” You greet, fixing him with a cool, even stare.

Something akin to amusement flashes in his eyes as he looks you over. “Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

You huff, purposefully relaxing your shoulders as you lean back against the doorway. “Not scared, you just surprised me. Didn’t expect to be followed to the bathroom.”

He pushes off the wall and takes a step closer. “I wanted to talk to you.”

Your eyes narrow, but there’s a hint of a smile on your lips. “About what?”

“I wanted to make sure you were doing alright…”

You could feel another question lingering in the air. “I’m doing good, Tangerine.”

His jaw clenched once, then twice. “Are you here to bid on a job?”

Slight annoyance spread into your words. “No, just browsing. I’m ready to get back out there, except my boss thinks I’m prone to shattering.”

He takes a step closer to you. “Please just…take it easy—at least for a little while.”

You give a firm shake of your head. “Between stewing in my apartment and going to physical therapy, I’ve been ‘taking it easy’ for seven months. That’s long enough.”

“If you push yourself too far you might end up getting hurt, again.”

You gave him a look, “I’m only going to get hurt if someone hits me with another car.”

The words sting him, even though you hadn’t meant them to. His eyes turn pleading. “Are you still upset?” He shakes his head, letting out a deep breath. You thought you saw wetness in the corners of his eyes before he blinked it away quickly. “You know I still feel terrible, it was a complete accident, love.”

It really had been an accident. Both working on the same job, but with limited communication, left windows for mistakes. So, when you came sprinting out of an alley and into the road while Tangerine was trying to find the right building the target was in, neither of you had time to react.

There’s a vague memory of him holding your hand in the backseat, wiping hair and grit off your face, as Lemon rushed to the emergency room.

You attempt to say something, a gentle smile peeking through, but he’s already speaking again. “Look, what more can I do to make it up to you? Name anything you want—it’s yours. Flowers? You want more flowers, like the ones I sent you in the hospital?”

He had sent countless bouquets of the most gorgeous flowers you had ever seen, every day like clockwork, for three weeks. By the time you left the hospital, your room had more color in it than you had ever seen. Each came with a hand written note from him. Some were pages long about how awful he felt and how sorry he was. You kept every note; they were on your bedside table.

Shaking your head, “No, no flowers. They were nice though; the notes were too—thank you.”

While he seemed momentarily pleased by that, his eyes flicked around the room, trying to come up with more things to give you. “Jewelry?

“No, really it’s—”

“—what about clothes?”

You take a step toward him. “Tangerine—”

“Your car out there’s nice, but I’ll get you a bloody new one. How about that? A little ironic, sure, but—”

“Tangerine!”

When he stops to fix you with round eyes, you laugh gently. “You don’t have to do anything, I’m not upset.”

His shoulders relax, an invisible weight dropping away. He closes the distance between you to under an arm’s length. “You’re sure? I mean, I’d really be happy to—”

Placing a hand on his chest, your laughing response is good natured. “I’m sure. You’re right it was an accident—no hard feelings.”

He’s smiling back now, infected by the sound of your laugh. A large gold-ringed hand comes up to wrap around yours on his chest, pinning it there. It’s warm. “Honestly, it’s a relief to see you again. I was so worried, all this time.”

Playfully, you asked, “You were worried I was mad at you this whole time? Seven months?”

“Sort of—yes, but more at the idea of you not coming back. Thought maybe you’d get offered a cozy desk job and like that more.”

“A desk job? And give up all the excitement? Not in a million years.” While chuckling at the idea, you miss the way his eyes soften and his hand lightly squeezes yours.

His eyes watch you gently. “It sounds silly now, yeah. Especially after seeing you again; I’d almost forgotten how lively you can be.”

With a hum, you stepped forward to look up at him, you were very close now. All it would take was to stand up on your toes and… “Was it boring without me?”

Tangerine seemed to notice the closeness as well, his breath was shaky. “Absolute torture, love.”

You brought your other hand up to rest against his chest. His heart was racing.

Moments before you were about to close the distance to his lips, he cleared his throat gently. “I just have one more question.”

Frowning a little at the way he looked suddenly perturbed, you asked, “What is it?”

“Who’s that fuckin’ prick you walked in with?”

The tiniest snort left you before you could hold it back. “Ladybug?”

“Yeah, I don’t give a fuck what his name is. What’s he doin’ bumpin’ elbows with you?”

Something about Tangerine’s accent getting thicker as he became more upset did things to you. Trying to hold back a few giggles, you spoke plainly. “He’s an old friend of mine—a colleague.”

Tangerine looked at you closely, as if this was a very serious matter, but there was a hint of a smile behind his eyes. “Oh, are you havin’ a laugh? I haven’t seen you in forever and you come in with some fuckin’ bloke, carryin’ on back and forth, as if that doesn’t drive me completely mad.”

By this point, you are laughing which only spurs him on. “Well, I’m glad that you’re havin’ a grand time of it. I’ve been in complete agony. Seven whole months, love. That’s how long I’ve had to wait to see you—and you walk in, smiling at him, and not me—"

The only thing that shuts him up is when you press your lips to his with a smile; whatever he was saying died off with the smallest of whines. You feel his strong hands move to wrap around the small of your back, pulling you closer as he moves his mouth back against yours. His mustache scratches your face but the warmth of his lips on yours drowns out the feeling.

He speaks in broken sentences between kisses, murmuring against your lips with a growl that vibrates through him. “Don’t ever—put your hands—on his chest—again.”

When Tangerine feels your slow smile through the kiss, he tries to pull away and give you another warning, but a gentle bite on his lower lip stops him.

You whisper a cheeky, “Yes, sir”, that has him groaning into you, his lips turn feverish. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip.

You’re about to open your mouth for him when you hear a loud cough to the side, down the corridor. Instantly you pull away, face flushing a scarlet red. You would have jumped back if Tangerine’s arms weren’t stubbornly still wrapped around you.

Ladybug watched with raised eyebrows and a grin, pointing a thumb over his shoulder. “Auctions’ over.”

Tangerine’s words angrily drown yours out. “Oi! Can’t you see we’re busy? Fuck off, ya cunt.”

Unwrapping his hands from around your back, you chide softly, “Be nice to Ladybug.”

His fingers grasp at your clothes, tugging in protest, as you move away and walk toward your friend. His glowering eyes burn into your back as Ladybug waggles his eyebrows.

With one last adoring look at Tangerine, that sends his heart fluttering, you wave. “I’ll see you around.”

. . .

“There a reason why you’re keen to rip the handle off that door, mate?”

Lemon eyes Tangerine closely as his brother yanks open the passenger side door, but says nothing in response. They stand on opposite sides of their car in the lot. From his side, Tangerine can see you chatting with that blond prat by your car.

When Lemon is met with silence, he tries again. “Did you get a chance to talk, at least?”

“We talked, yeah. It was good.”

Lemon wasn’t convinced. “Then why does it look like you’ve got a thunderstorm over your head?”

Tangerine doesn’t hear him as he watches you hug Ladybug goodbye. Lemon’s eyes follow his and suddenly he understands. He makes a noise. “Oh, come off it. I told you, they’re nothing more than friends.”

As you open the door to your own car, Tangerine catches your eyes. Pausing, you give him a delighted smile, then disappear as the door closes.

Lemon sighs, getting into the car. “You’ve got to talk to someone about your jealousy. I’m serious.”

As he ducks to sit down, Tangerine shoots back. “I don’t usually have a problem, it’s just the way that muppet grins—”

The Twins arguing is muffled incoherently to the outside world as Tangerine slams the door shut.

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Part 1 ^

~Bound to come together once again~

“Wha’s your name lil’ lady?” The Sheriff asked. “I’m Cindy.” Cindy said smiling her broad proud smile. “You’d fit righ’ in in Tumble Town. But you might get smoted by a god so maybe you don’t want my job kid.” The Sheriff said pushing up to his feet. “Nah I do.” Cindy insisted. “Yea Yea, do you know where I can find Scott? I need to ask him something.” The Sheriff asked. Scott blushed seemingly impossibly harder. “He’s probably in the flower fields, come on I’ll show you.” Cindy said.

Scott realizing he was at least a 3 minutes walk away took off in a run into the crowds that Chromia boasted.

“An’ this is the last field?” Scott had been standing in the farthest garden trying to get himself to stop blushing for the last 10 minutes. “Yep!” Cindy affirmed. “Great, I’ll find ‘im, you should run home now, it’s sun down.” The sheriff said with a hint of exasperation in his tone.

“Scott ya’ here?” The sheriff asked wandering through the roses. “Hm? Oh yes I’m over here! North west corner!” Scott called and then he took a deep breath this is just a meeting between empires nothing more.

“Ah there y’ are!” God that southern drawl was so cute. “Heyo sheriff what can I do for ya?” Scott asked totally ignoring the fact that they were sat between roses and the sun was shining and making the sheriff’s eyes shine causing the golden flecks in them to glitter. “Well I got distracted when I was doing some sewing and completely zoned out and when I zoned back in I was half way through making an extra sweater.” The sheriff blushed pink. “I know it’s not really your colours but hey I thought you might like it.” The sheriff held out a soft looking patchwork sweater. He was right there was no sign of Scott’s beloved teal in the thing any where.

“I-I thankyou?!” Scott stuttered through his words sure he was bright red. “A-alright.” The sheriff stuttered and then shot him a smile that made Scott blush harder “thanks, I didn’t want to end up wasting that much fabric, it’s really expensive for some reason.” Jimmy shook his head and smiled before he took off into the sky. Scott looked at the sweater taking in the careful stitching and he smiled a huge lovestruck smile.

He was in his house now looking at the sweater in the mirror. When he put his hand in the pocket he pulled out a note. He didn’t think that the Sheriff meant to leave the thing in there.

Petal, if you’re reading this I’m so sorry I keep getting you killed. It has been my fault time and time- the words were messed up by tear splatters -I’m sorry love. Please forgive me- more tear splatters -forgive me forgive me please I know I’ve made too many mistakes for you to ever love me again. Forgive me forgive me Imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryforgivemeforgiveme please

the note cut off. Scott reread the note twice with his hand over his mouth. The sheriff had made a mistake? That got his lover killed? Possibly. Turning these thoughts over and over again in his head Scott fell asleep.

He woke up but he wasn’t in his bed he was in a room that smelled of cold wet earth. Someone was next to him breathing slowly. They were asleep. Peeling back the blankets he saw the softer, stubble speckled face of The Sheriff. And over his heart hovered three glowing green hearts. Blushing bright red Scott accidentally rolled out of the bed. “Petal? Why are you on the floor?” The Sheriff no the man? His heart sang “Jimmy” woke up with bed head that was adorable. “I-I was just-“

and Scott woke up he was in his bed in Chromia. Dashing to the window he saw the kingdom waking up with the pink rising sun.

Shaking Scott crawled out of his warm bed and tried to go about his day without thinking of how happy he felt sleeping next to the blond man. Like he would love the rest of his life hand in hand with the man with bed head.

That night he struggled to sleep again but when he fell into sleep he found himself resting against a chest watching the stars but he couldn’t turn his head to see who he was leaning against but the soft laughter that was shaking the chest made him feel safe and content.

Over the next weeks he kept getting the dreams until he had had enough taking off towards the mesa town. He saw the Sheriff working on the railway and his golden wings were used as ballast goddamn he was really hot. “Sheriff.” He called, landing on the dunes. “Oh hello Scott how are you doing?” The Sheriff asked smiling a smile that he had seen almost every night since he read that note. “Can we talk?” Scott asked. “Sure my office, tavern or…” the sheriff trailed off. “Taverns good.” Scott said tiredly. Scott followed the sheriff into the town.

“Water? Beer we have both?” The sheriff offered. “Nah.” Scott shook his head. “Could I have a beer please Andy?” The sheriff asked the bartender. “Comin’ right up sheriff.” “Thanks.” The sheriff nodded. “Alright Scott are you okay? You’re not talking as much as you usually do.” The sheriff asked tilting his head. “What’s your name?” Scott asked looking at the sheriff with tiered eyes. “Oh nobodies asked that in years… um th’ name’s Jimmy.” The sheriff smiled apprehensively hunching his shoulders and his wings huddled around him.

“What aren’t you telling me?” Scott demanded standing suddenly. I’ve been getting these dreams, and you are always there but-“ Scott ranted, his exhaustion showing. “Dreams?” Jimmy asked. “Yes. Dreams. Always you and me. Once we were stealing cows for some reason.” Scott ranted tugging at his ear. “But I know I love you-“ Scott shoved his hands over his mouth eyes wide. “Scott. It’s okay you’re okay.” Jimmy stood up reaching out a hand. “I got those dreams when I was figuring it out too. Everything will fall into place, it’ll be okay.” Scott slowly took Jimmy’s hand.

“Those are visions from past lives your aunt was a smart woman she got all the facts right.” Jimmy smiled softly and shook his head. “But it’s always been my fault when you die so if you just want to pretend that this conversation never happened I wouldn’t blame you.” Jimmy said quickly. “Jimmy. Look at me, I can’t remember everything. But I know I’ve loved you for a while even when I wasn’t getting these dreams.” Scott said. “Really?” Jimmy asked incredulously. “Really.” Scott affirmed.

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rappaccini · 10 months

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arachnophobia ch4 notes

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from "undertaker", by nova twins

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from everything everywhere all at once, directed by daniels

this is the mentor-confrontation chapter. jess is aware that she's failing gwen, and has chosen to keep doing so and justify it. miguel has no fucking clue. and peter actually recognizes that he fucked up. the former two are the ones to watch out for.

jess

gwen is now a spider-gwen. we're halfway through the story, so it's time for her to embrace that distinction. and to use it to break apart her sense of closeness with jess.

we're at the bargaining stage of the seven stages of grief. this chapter is about gwen talking to three mentors who essentially hold her life in her hands, trying to see if she can come to terms with them, and concluding it isn't possible.

pav called jess. he's a nice kid who trusts the society, and being a friend of gwen's, he's probably had a lot of interactions with her. when he gets worried about gwen, he calls her foster mom.

and jess called miguel.

gwen saw jess as a mother from the moment she blurted out 'can you adopt me' in the guggenheim. she's a teenage girl whose own mother died when she was young, who's constantly searching for specifically female role models.

i've always really wondered about how nueva york feels about the tower of dimension-hopping spiders downtown. probably a lot of conspiracy theories.

gwen's spider-sense is reminding her of earth-65a's cindy moon and sue storm. more on this later.

jess is capable of genuine maternal concern towards gwen. she's just also capable of shutting it down.

jess did the bare minimum of not leaving a teenager alone with her dad while he's pointing a gun at her, and then proceeded to do nothing but neglect her after the fact. gwen has to sleep over at hobie's, so she hasn't even found this girl a place to stay.

in the comics, roxxon is the slimy energy corporation responsible for the spider that bit gwen. she was at a political protest against them when it happened.

timeline note: gwen's been at the society for seven-going-on-eight months, to atsv's five.

'the wrong spider-woman' ... subconsciously, gwen wants to speak to earth-8 gwen.

some jessicas do have pheromones. no clue if 404 jess does.

another important lesson for gwen to learn: not all women support each other simply on the basis of their gender.

jess's origin here is mostly fabrication. comics-jess's origin is honestly so convoluted it was difficult to make sense of. i kept the bit about her father experimenting on her to save her from an illness-- felt like a girl who spent her whole childhood in and out of hospitals would turn into a thrill-seeker once she's finally healthy. so in my mind, jess got the bike and put on the mask to make up for lost time.

and jess is often a spy or agent in her depictions; 404-jess still has those positive associations with the government, given how one of their projects saved her life.

404-gwen's the girl with cancer glimpsed in chapter 1.

jessica drew in the comics doesn't have a gwen; her existence here is all made up for the fic. the death needed to fit jess's hospital backstory, give her some level of agency in causing it, while still making it ultimately out of her control. ergo, jess gets the serum, gwen does not. and like any gwen death: jess does feel responsible, and gwen isn't even given any say in it.

"it was a mercy" girl no the fuck it wasn't.

jess is like any other spider-man, making her gwen's death the most important thing about her.

and jess's issues with gwen are also personal. she isn't the girl jess was best friends with, and she's not happy about it.

every time a gwen is saved by her spider, the narrative tends to sling some bullshit about how ~we would have been better off if she died~ -- so jess very much regrets taking gwen out of 65b.

there are so many different jessica drews. she's a difficult character to pin down because of it. makes you wonder what made miguel want a jess as his right hand, and what made this jess accept.

in my mind, it's that, apart from her preexisting sense of loyalty to shady government/policing structures, she wants that consistency he provides. she wants to be the definitive jess, so if she's in his inner circle, he'll be persuaded to adjust the narrative in her favor.

and jess can't see eye to eye with gwen. all jess wants is what gwen technically has-- a clear-cut purpose in the story that everyone agrees on and finds important. she can't relate to gwen resenting that purpose.

another callback to gwen's best female villains: they're women who want what she has. cindy moon in earth-65 created the radioactive spider and is angry that gwen got powers instead of her, and considers her unworthy of it. sue storm wants the fame and acclaim ghost-spider has as the biggest hero in nyc, and believes she's too ugly and problematic to have such a platform, so she blackmails her into fleeing the universe (... not that the comics ever follow up on that).

65b gwen's three and a half years into being spider-woman, yet she hasn't even had her identity revealed to her dad yet. by that time, 65a gwen had not only revealed it to her father, but been depowered, venomized, exposed, arrested and been to prison. gwen b's taking an oddly long time to meet her canon events.

her supporting cast is also smaller-- there's no harry osborn, for one. and there's no murdock to send the rhino to attack her dad, which is how her identity's exposed to him in the comics. had to point that out.

gwen b is much more... palatable than gwen a. she's a graceful dancer, not a clumsy bruiser. she's sixteen, not nineteen. she's level-headed, not temperamental. she loved her peter back and he died as a mistake; he wasn't a borderline incel who she beat to death. she's capable of infiltrating visions academy and fucking alchemax. she's strategic and level-headed, and doesn't go cracking nearly as many puns and burns or giving emotional speeches.

all of which probably make her more appealing to the society than her comics-alternative.

jess's goal was keeping gwen from slipping off that pedestal. she failed.

the captain gwen stacy is an invention for the fic. just felt like a permutation that'd show up.

jess's method of catching gwen is all in her words.

jess cares, but not enough. she'll tell gwen there are others like her, but won't protect her from miguel.... but she'll still act like she will to save face.

gwen needed a little closure with pav, even if it's just asking jess to let him know she's okay with him.

peter b

the society's fucking giant. probably an intimidation tactic.

peter b also knows-- i imagine the inner circle are all aware gwen's being sent home. he is not okay with it, and wants to get gwen's side of things.

he's also trying to be a dad here.

in the comics, gwen and peter-616 go for hot dogs. little nod to that too.

you really do have to wonder how pete responded to learning that all his exes formed a band and are dating each other.

and a hint of that spider-man entitlement bubbles up, assuming all the girls do is talk and write about him.

i assume peter b's dealt with clones in his world already.

i'm also guessing he's a stay at home dad, simply bc of how complicated having a baby who can wallcrawl would be.

peter b has to be the halfway point in this fic. he's the original peter who dropped gwen, the source of this death curse. and he's the first spider-man to acknowledge that he does not have the answers as to how to deal with this problem.

peter and miles are still in contact. so everything gwen says here WILL get back to him.

one of the central problems with miles and gwen as a couple in the comics is that the relationship is based on the idea of gwen avoiding her problems by attaching herself to a guy, and miles pursuing gwen because she's a way to assimilate into respectable spider-man-ness. their awful date issue happened during a time where marvel was just throwing peter's leftovers at miles to try and make him stick. his leftover villains and rewarmed plotlines. and his old girlfriend.

recontextualized here: miles's crush was genuine to start, but it was still shallow. he barely knows her! he had a year and a half to project anything he wanted onto her, so what IS left at this point except for the aesthetic of her, in his mind? and then when he gets to the society, all he hears is 'you have to be just like peter', so he puts two and two together, and decides that he should get with gwen simply because it'll make him a more legitimate spider-man.

1048 miles is from the insomniac games. that uncanny valley video game model style would undoubtedly creep the spiderverse-animation-style characters out.

another mention of venom: he's one of the central antagonists of the upcoming ps5 game, and venom's going to show up in this fic soon, so you need to keep being reminded of that name.

interesting that miguel centers his canon theory on peter parker's history. one has to wonder what motivated it-- my guess, there are more peter-spider-men than anyone else, so he assumes they're closer to the ideal.

and miles, in the movies, in the game, in the comics, is always held up in comparison to peter. one would think 1610b miles would learn that if he hung out with his alt selves.

gwen very much is peter's sloppy seconds. that's the whole problem with gwiles. it only exists to shove miles's story full of elements that are unique to peter, rather than letting him find his own. if miles and gwen get together, he's still trying to be like peter.

siat salt: the basis of comics-miles's attraction to gwen is that he thinks she's hot, he likes that she has powers, and he enjoys the way his friends react to him overselling their tepid romance. literally, comics-miles sees gwen as a prize.

movie miles at least has an emotional connection with her... but that's not enough to overcome the lack of time spent together, or all the pressure on him to be like peter. his feelings for her are sincere, but the relationship would always be poisoned by those external factors.

itsv salt: gwen, peter b and miles aren't an equal trio. it's miles, his mentor, and the girl who will be his love interest. it's a ninety degree angle, not a triangle. gwen and peter b do not have a deep connection. they behave like coworkers, not friends.

during itsv, why is peter treating a 15-year-old girl like she's an adult when he's mentoring a 14-year-old boy so carefully?

and since gwen landed 'last week' how exactly was she not glitching harder than peter, who was only there for a few days?

... and where was she sleeping during that time? visions is a boarding school so crowded miles had to win a lottery to get in-- there aren't any beds available.

and why was she even at visions? miles wasn't even bitten yet. and there was a spider-hero with her exact powers, who she had days to reach out to, and didn't. because she was just hanging around a middle school for no reason.

(the reason: the writers wanted to set her up as miles's love interest. that's the entire purpose of her presence in itsv.)

and how does gwen not mention or seem affected by ripeter's death? he's a second peter parker who died on her watch, and this one was a spider like her, who she had all the time to reach out to.

it'd have made far more sense if gwen is introduced at the collider, collaborating with spider-man and trying to get home, but failing.

anyway. peter b absolutely failed gwen. he did not protect or mentor her in itsv, or after she joined the society. he's complicit in all the shit miguel and jess were doing to her. it had to be brought up.

and here, peter b realizes he fucked up.

the first gwen stacy hated spider-man. spider-gwen deserves that too.

peter ii

(general salt about spider-gwen in general: literally the moment she was created-- the second gwen stacy was alive, had powers and her own world and story-- all the writers and fandom could imagine for her was "which man can she belong to" and they got to work throwing versions of spider-man at her. the one that stuck was miles, not because they were a good match, but because he was the one who babytrapped her in an alternate future. so from day 1, people still saw spider-gwen's 'purpose' as 'spider-man's future babymaker.' they never changed their view of gwen stacy, or questioned what harm that perception of her did to the original. imagine sexism rotting your brain that much. imagine being that fucking stupid.)

(imagine being one of the spiderverse writers, reading the earth-8 shipping episode, and thinking "what if you fall in love with boy #2 instead of boy #1, and if you're really loyal to him, then we won't kill you!" is a stunning twist instead of an insulting step backwards for a character who'd already escaped her narrative.)

(gwen, miles and peter are a trio in the comics, in large part because of synergy with these movies. it never made sense that spider-gwen wanted to be their friend, when all they fucking do is objectify and hit on her. the comic hierarchy will never let her call them on their shit or be angry at them. at least in this fic, she gets to say she hates it.)

"it's okay to be selfish" is right out of the comics. issue 4 of seanan mcguire's ghost-spider run. one of the most touching modern peter parker moments in years.

applied here to a peter who's been spider-man for almost thirty years, who has a family now, it's even more crucial. finding that balance is why he was able to last.

movie salt: a girl who keeps being ordered to give up her life and autonomy to serve the story of a guy discovering that she deserves to be selfish is essential. it's far more revolutionary and genre-busting than 'i should continue to be selfless, but this time For Miles instead of For Peter'

spider-man blue is an amazing comic about peter's connection to gwen. i read it to prep for this section and can't recommend it enough. that's where peter having a box of her stuff in his attic comes from.

it was the consensus of the writers of the original comics that mary jane was the better love interest than gwen. the plan was originally for peter and gwen to remain together, but the second mj appeared, they knew it was over and needed an excuse to get rid of her. her personality was a bigger hit with readers.

the tragedy of peter and gwen isn't that they didn't end up together-- it's that they didn't get to drift apart on their own terms.

peter b tells the truth: in chapter 1, he lied about his gwen being passed out to shield gwen from the uglier details. here, he's finally ready to admit what actually happened.

and he's the first spider-man (apart from hobie) who understands that gwen wants to know who his gwen was while she was alive.

616 gwen's defining feature isn't that she's pretty, though she is. it's that she's smart. she was as smart as peter, and she was a deeply kind girl who cared deeply about her friends and family. (she was also slightly bitchy at times, fwiw) and she was the one who decided to return to new york; peter didn't make her.

65 gwen IS a lot like her-- but here peter stops himself. because it shouldn't matter if they're similar. 65 gwen should be her own person too.

peter b's dad instincts finally function, and recognize gwen as one of His Kids. however, if he prevents gwen from going into this confrontation or tries to go in with her, then it's about him redeeming himself as a father figure and not her growing. it had to be shut down.

everything gwen tells peter will get back to miles.

peter b's hug is another bookend on chapter 1. now he actually holds her like she's alive, and like she's his kid.

in general, during this chapter, i was trying to walk the line of gwen being on the verge of turning into a supervillain, and being pulled back from the edge by this conversation with peter. if he had not been here, if he had not figured his shit out and therefore shown her it's possible for spider-people to change, she would probably have fully disowned all the other spiders. she would never give miles the chance to apologize to her. the eventual council of spider-women would have become the isolationist group it is in the comics, she would not help miles save 1610 from the spot, and she would never have answered pav's call.

(and while we're on that topic, there's a version of this fic where gwen went full villain in chapter 3. she fully snapped and killed pav, snatched a watch from hq on her own, and made the council an organization who actively kill other spider-people to protect their dimensions' gwen stacys. i almost wrote that fic instead, but it ended up being this instead. i didn't end up writing it because it was too depressing, and because after further thinking, i figured hobie's relationship with gwen is what stopped that future from happening: she had someone taking care of her, giving her somewhere semi-stable to stay, and validating all her anger-- and therefore gwen goes into her breakdown with an understanding that it IS possible for spiders to do better.)

miguel

gwen knows she's getting sent home. she just wants to see if she can get the spider-gwen info out of him and get him to let gayatri live.

she accidentally gave him the idea to use alternate gwens as placeholders. that's coming back.

gwen's death is the backbone of the multiverse. so many alternates and what-ifs exist around her death.

the first thing miguel does in atsv is fuck up a canon event scenario-- the captain's death.

how isn't gwen the original anomaly. if gwen's death is a canon event, and there's a spider-gwen running around two years before the collider exploded, something's fishy.

fandom salt: gwen is capable of thinking and feeling and doing things that don't involve miles

offscreen miles activity: his dad's captain, and projected to die soon. he's flipping his shit. someone told him about his anomaly status and earth-42, and he's catching on that this is bullshit too.

miles's arc in atsv is perfect. i wanted to preserve it, even if it's happening offscreen and slower, and without gwen.

margo and peter b are taking on that role here.

sorry movies, but gwen and miles's relationship can't break canon. it reinforces the idea that gwen can only be spider-man's girlfriend, and that miles has to be like peter parker.

hence why miguel's invested in it. the two loose ends are tied up.

on gwen's end, if she marries miles and has kids with him, the subversiveness of her story dies. she'll never be allowed to leave his shadow again and any attempt to do so will be demonized.

the married-with-kids ending for gwiles turns her into an object to make a man more impressive. the spider-man who saves his gwen, keeps her alive and reproduces with her is the most special one, after all. it's not about her. it's about him and his legacy. anyone who wants that ending for gwen is either naive to its consequences for her, totally indifferent to it, or they DO know, and part of the appeal of this outcome is taking an independent woman, clipping her wings, and turning her into a trophy.

(miles is the first. miguel is the latter.)

earth-8 gwen is presented in canon as one of the Best Outcomes for gwen. which, to the men who wrote that storyline, no. gwen's a queer punk girl who wants to play the drums, not get married, pump out a nuclear family and become a supercop. she loves her world so much that abandoning it would break her heart. it's not a perfect future for 65 gwen, it's a miserable one.

fic-gwen has just put that together. her first impulse was to hate gwen-8 because she assumed she's complicit in trying to force gwen to be like her. now she's putting together that she's also a victim to this larger system.

there are plenty of alt-spider gwens, but not very many with any distinguishing features. five were chosen to be featured here:

trn457: ultimate cartoon-- this gwen's a young teen who makes herself a hero with tech from her dad's robocop line, choosing to be a hero even when miles already is one, and not doing so to be his sidekick or partner.

trn684: marvel rising cartoon. a diet comics gwen, aged down for the grade schoolers her show is aimed at. she's a drummer, with a skimpier design, bolder hair, and this gwen, like movies-gwen didn't kill her male best friend (a... kevin), but is assumed to by the cops. she also has gliders!

trn-18157: the marvel action comics, aimed at younger readers, where gwen is one of a plucky reporter trio trio with miles and peter. just friends! imagine that!

trn-17628, marvel spider-man 2017 cartoon. peter, miles, gwen and anya are classmates at a school for genius teens who become spiders together. gwen and anya have a gay vibe here.

earth-8311. spider-guin. the pun is great. gwen still being flightless is hilarious.

atsv gwen's penguin stuffed animal is a reference to her. and that her pink hair's a nod to her marvel rising counterpart.

all the spider-gwens, despite being from separate canons, affect each other. gwen has pink hair because marvel rising gwen did. gwen's a drummer from e65 who lost peter because comics gwen is.... and because movie-gwen is being made into miles's girlfriend, other versions of spider-gwen will probably follow suit. synergy.

which is why the girlfriendification of gwen in these movies is so awful. it's going to spread.

marvel action and msm17 gwen were chosen specifically to show that it isn't required for gwen to be spider-man's girlfriend. it was always possible for her to be just friends with miles and peter.

gwen is a symbol to the society. look at how great we are, we even raised gwen from the dead and made her one of us. and her presence makes miguel seem all the more special for being the one who did it.

the vibe between gwen and miguel is murky and fascinating. he keeps her close but treats her poorly. her father was redesigned for the movie to look more like miguel, whose defining death is now his daughter, whose name starts with a g. he is very much her father figure.

yet there are also miguels who are romantically involved with their gwens. earth-187319 is real. points for gwen for literally choosing to incinerate herself instead of date him.

like peter b, gwen exists for miguel in this gray area between daughter and girlfriend. unlike peter b, miguel can't or won't recognize gwen as her own unique entity. i think even he isn't totally sure what to do with gwen; he's using her as a gabi-replacement goldfish, but he's also very aware of other miguels whose gwens served a different role.

in my mind, he's on the verge of crossing that line. makes for eerier interactions.

adherence to canon is slowly wrecking miguel too. everyone is a victim.

perfect gwen of earth-8 is what a male writer would think is the ideal future for gwen stacy. it's what a father would want for his daughter: for her to grow up pretty, smart, polite, enter a respectable job and surround herself with respectable people. for her to marry and have the right number of kids with the safe boy he approves of, who won't challenge the status quo.

so though perfect gwen has a lot to offer the society, she's really here to be an ideal for gwen to strive towards. there's nothing scarier for a father than watching his daughter grow up and become a complicated, flawed adult.

especially watching her seek out romantic and sexual connections he doesn't approve of.

being the daughter archetype doesn't give you any more freedom or protection than being the lover.

miguel only thinks gwen's special because he's the one that protected her. it's still all about him.

and of COURSE the way gwen's punished in atsv is being sent to another male figure for punishment. it's always about which man is currently in control of gwen.

comic-gwen's most effective male villains are men who want to control, influence and own her or punish her for not using her power (... her body) in ways they approve of. just like in the comics, gwen is pressed into joining a shady organization led by a man whose name starts with the letter m (miguel, murdock) who holds her power at arms length unless she performs services for him, and has a skeevy vibe with her.

and yes, comics gwen beat the shit out of him.

'gwen yeets miguel' was the only note i had for this section in my outline.

the one person who'll do something about gwen's death is hobie.

bringing back the red. and a mention of something dangerous. that's coming back too.

punching up is the answer. she's finally figured that out.

she's on her way to hobie.

another serendipitous moment: if 616 gwen stayed in london, she'd have survived. and look at that, along comes a londoner spider-man who's the only one working to secure her freedom, and who wants her to have self-definition and agency. it's too perfect.

closer quote

from jason latour's radioactive spider-gwen. this is the moment gwen-617 calls the watcher on his shit for trying to force 65 gwen to be with miles to produce the earth-8 timeline, for mocking her female supporting cast, for being angry that getting venomized didn't turn gwen into a villain. in short, for demanding she fit into a neat little box instead of become her own character.

and in context here, it refers to miguel, not being able to handle the thought of a gwen not fitting into her preconceived box.

#fanfic #arachnophobia fic

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| Baby Face Boys & Babes HCs! | Road Trip 🛣️🚦|

*Set in the 90s of course.

If you have any Head Canon requests like this, go ahead and drop them in my inbox. These are so fun to write out, so I'd love some ideas hehe. Also, let me know if you want head canons for specific characters ;)

Sans: The Driver™

He's the one with the nicest car, so of course he'd be the one driving it. He refuses to switch unless it's with Alphys or Nick, those are the only two he trusts at the wheel besides himself.

He's a good driver... However he is a little too self confident about his own skill at the wheel. Sometimes he steers with his knee if his hands are preoccupied.

If someone is driving too slow in front of him he becomes very verbally annoyed. Makes a lot of jokes about bad drivers.

“Oh my God, what!? Why are you going 50 in a 75!? What, are you too busy masturbating!? Couldn't wait until you were home!?” — He only does this because it makes people laugh. If he were alone he would be completely silent, vibing to music.

If the road is empty, or if there's a slow poke in front of him... Or a speed trap, he'll just randomly teleport the car? It never ends badly but no warning!

You trust that he's not going to crash... But you still grip onto that grab handle... Just to be safe...

Nick: Dual Class Passenger DJ & Navigator

Has the best taste in music. Whips out the mixtapes and CDs faster than Clint Eastwood can whip out his gun. Always playing the best jams, and knows exactly what song will fit the mood and time of day or weather. He takes song requests into account, and has a wide variety of genres to listen from. The king of CD collecting.

Hates whatever is on the radio.

Also, none of his CDs are scratched he keeps them in pristine condition.

Occasionally he'll force everyone to listen to the news on the radio, and when it's just him and Sans awake, they'll turn off everything and talk endlessly about politics.

“Ugh, why do we have to listen to this?” “SHUT UP THIS IS IMPORTANT! WE NEED TO KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING IN THE WORLD RIGHT NOW!”

As Front Seat Passenger, Nick is tasked with reading the map. Will occasionally get confused about the map symbols. Has gotten them lost before, and it was probably because the map was upside down. Sans and him bicker about directions constantly like an old married couple.

Can't ever fall asleep. Will start talking about really deep shit.

Every hour or so on the road, he opens the window to start smoking a joint. This is why they can't EVER get pulled over 😬

Alphys: Window Watcher™

While Nick is blasting tunes on the radio, she's blasting her own, international music into her headphones to drown the boys out. Not because she doesn't like interacting with them, but because they're so fucking loud.

Frequently gets motion sickness and migraines. ESPECIALLY if Sans fucking teleports. “STOP! Sans I WILL throw up RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”

Stares out the window the entire time with her music like she's in a music video. Very much lost in her own thoughts. ESPECIALLY if it's raining.

Points out horses and cows without fail every time.

When everyone is asleep, she'll take her headphones off and start chatting with Sans and Nick.

Always begs to stop at Starbucks to get her coffee fix. She needs to have her venti iced latte with double shots of espresso NOW!

Jonas: Road Gamer Extraordinaire & Snack Enthusiast

Relentless Slug Bugger, and License Plate Puncher. Stop the violence Jonas. Leave the boxing at the gym.

“SLUG BUG!” *punches the shit out of Midas's shoulder.* *Midas punches him back* “NO TAG BACKS! You can't punch me back until you see a slug bug." "I did see one, righ—” “That's the one I saw! I saw it first!” He is the reason Alphys has migraines.

Constantly snacking. Even sober he has extreme munchies. Gets territorial over the snacks... He didn't even bring them.

If you're eating a snack, Jonas literally begs like a dog. He does the dog face, with the puppy eyes, will rest his snout on your shoulder. As soon as you give him the food, he's done with you though haha.

Sans does the dad hand to get snacks, and Jonas reluctantly gives him some, but it's always the smallest piece imaginable.

Constantly goofing around

Falls into the stereotype of sticking his head out the window every single time Nick rolls his window down to smoke. It's the perfect opportunity for Jonas to roll HIS window down without getting yelled at about the air pressure.

The first to fall asleep. He's so peaceful and cute when he's sleeping 🥺... We all wish he stayed like that 😐

Midas: Gas Station Crawler

“Can we stop somewhere? I'm thirsty.”

Constantly asking to stop at every seven eleven he sees. Always has to use the bathroom at the most inopportune moments.

Is always checking out sunglasses at the gas station, but none of them are dark enough to hide his eyes so he can never actually get any of them.

Beverage fiend. Where Jonas eats all the snacks, Midas drinks all the drinks. Always gets Arizona tea, Monster Energy drink and Fanta Orange, always those three together, never just one. No wonder he has to pee all the time. 🤦🏼‍♀️

“Midas, maybe you should lay off the drinks, we really can't stop for bathroom breaks anymore.” “But I'm THIRSTY!” “THEN GET WATER YOU DEHYDRATED FUCK!” -actual conversation between Sans and Midas.

Never has his seat belt on. Reckless endangerment. Midas we can not get pulled over. Nick literally has weed, we'll go to jail PUT YOUR SEATBELT ON!

Always has to take the middle seat, but it's okay, he has prime position to pester EVERYONE.

Ironically asks “are we there yet?? Are we there yet?” every hour or so. It's gotten to a point where not even Midas knows if it's ironic anymore.

Maeve: Sleeping Beauty

Always in the very back, has the whole second row back seat to herself. Just sprawls.

Brings ear plugs to block out Jonas and Midas.

Usually just reads books and magazines when and if she is awake... And... Usually she falls asleep. She literally can not keep her eyes open.

Something about the lull of the road, the soft murmur of voices just past her ear plugs, puts her right to bed.

Is always the one who falls asleep an hour into the trip and wakes up super disoriented like "What? Where are we? How did we get here?"

Really enjoys driving in the rain. There's just something really calming about the rain drops on the roof of the car. Everyone is really quiet when it's raining, and the only thing playing is Nick's somber music to match the mood. That is when she'll take out the ear plugs to enjoy the peace it brings.

Can get comfortable in any condition, sitting, or laying down. While wearing a seatbelt. With the other seat belts digging into her sides. It doesn't matter. She's out like a light.

Any time they stop and Maeve stumbles out of the car, she gets hit with the "Ooo, look who decided to join us. How was the nap sleepyhead?”

Bonus:

Papyrus: Younger Brother forced to come with™

This was not how he wanted to spend his weekend >:(

Mom made him tag along and he and Sans are bitter about it. Still, Sans is trying to include him so he's been given Alphys's usual window seat.

Desperately trying to get his homework done while Jonas and Midas are being obnoxious.

“I'm TRYING to work! Please stop!”

Despite this... He low-key enjoys being included in the slug bug challenges and license plate calls. Like... Actually really enjoys them...

Gets really competitive about it too. Ends up winning of course ;)

Constantly complaining about the music being too loud, but really enjoys when Nick turns on the news. He just finds it super interesting okay!?

Bonus 2!

Frisk: EVERYONE BEHAVE YOURSELF WE HAVE A LADY IN OUR MIDST!

Sans lets her sit in the front seat, Nick is quietly bitter about it, but understands it's just because Sans wants her to feel special and also because... He doesn't want her to have to deal with Midas and Jonas's antics.

“Why can't she sit in the back?” “Because Jonas and Midas are HOUND DOGS!” “I wouldn't mind—” “—You're sitting in the front—” “okay.” “Damn, Sans doesn't trust us.” “such baseless accusations 😔.”

Everyone is on their best behavior. Jonas isn't punching anyone, Midas is drinking less drinks than usual, Nick isn't smoking, Sans isn't randomly teleporting... Maeve and Alphys are still off in their own worlds though lmao.

And Frisk loves being in the front seat. It certainly does make her feel special. Despite the front seat privilege, she's always leaning over the console to talk to everyone in the backseat.

Is actually good at reading maps. They get to where they're going a lot faster. Sans just smugly looking back at Nick in Alphys's usual window seat like "hah... See that, Nick? Looks like it's not that hard after all”

Much like Alphys, she's always pointing out things on the road, however it's moreso about birds. "Oh look, a hawk! You know the difference between a hawk and a vulture?” *goes off on a tangent about the differences between types of birds. Sans finds this really endearing.*

Always singing along to whatever song is on the radio. She's a decent singer, not the best, but she makes it fun. Everyone sings with her. It's super fun.

“Wow, she kind of makes these road trips a lot more pleasant, we should have her with us more often...”

Here's a little diddy I thought fit the mood :)

#underfell #wdyw #baby face #fanfic #underfell sans #underfell frisk #head canons #is this... an imagine?#send more head canon requests #I like doing these they're fun!#frisk & sans #highschool au #bf! boys #bf! babes #road trip head canons #baby face memes #wdyw memes #Spotify

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hazbincalifornia · 1 year

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Cleaning Up

Chapter 54: Blitzo cleans up a little.

Warning: Explicit content.

Ao3 link

Loona had gone to the office for the day. The apartment still needed decorating to go from ‘place that had their stuff in it’ to ’home’, and he still had pictures to hang.

Stolas was supposed to come over at two and they could discuss the nursery- he was going to bring a crib so the kid wouldn’t have to suffocate on the couch two days after being born. It was plenty of time to get a few pictures hung at a leisurely pace without making his back want to rip the spine out and beat him with it. Probably. He was stopping to watch the surprisingly engrossing soap opera he’d found about a horse ranch almost on the edge of bankruptcy for a few episodes every other picture, which kept his heart rate mostly in the ‘decent’ range. (Except for when Cayra got stabbed to death right in Jess’s arms, but in his defense, he was supposed to cry like a little bitch at that part.)

It took until he was nearly done to even notice that some of the marker was starting to rub off the glass and expose the red skin underneath- it had long become background static, an immutable fact. The neighbor upstairs tromped around in boots too early, the hallway behind the apartment stunk like piss and not in the good way, and he didn’t belong in the pictures of his family. Any of them. His thumb ran over Barbie’s toothy grin, and he considered tucking the frame back in the box- Loona probably wouldn’t even notice, and Stolas didn’t know it existed- before reaching for the wipes they’d gotten to clean the counters.

He wasn’t living with the neighbor or the alley anymore, after all.

The marker came off without too much scrubbing, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about that. They’d been marked one drunken night after seeing Fizz for half a second while flipping channels and then losing his useless fucking mind, and then he just kind of… left them. It was better that way, better to just draw himself and not have to face the fact that he wasn’t-

He didn’t want Stolas to see. That was the simple truth of it. Stolas would have questions he was about a million miles away from answering, and it was easier to pretend it never happened and thank satan that he’d been too intent on getting right to the bedroom the one time he’d visited. Blitzo had the look of a dumb kid in this one, pointed away from the camera but with a huge stupid grin anyway. The wipe left a filmy residue that he scrubbed off with his fingertips, and he stared down at Barbie’s face. She looked nice.

It got dropped back into the box, and it was a miracle it didn’t shatter as he reached for the next frame.

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“Darling?” Stolas’s voice broke through a bleary haze, and Blitzo groaned, forcing himself awake and into a sitting position on the couch. “Are you alright or just resting? I can come back later if you need…”

“Nah, nah, it’s fine.” He waved a hand. “I’m good. Great. Just kinda passed out.”

“I can tell,” Stolas said, somewhat bemused. “If you wanted to do some tidying, I could have helped.”

Blitzo rubbed his eyes, looking down- wipes were scattered over his chest and stomach, and bits of black marker colored his fingertips. The mess tickled the back of his mind, and he stuck his index finger into his mouth to try and suck it off before realizing the moment it touched his tongue that it still tasted like marker and wipe-juice. “Bleh!”

Stolas muffled a laugh. “How about we both clean up? I’m a little sweaty as well, and you look like you need it.”

“I can handle a shower by myself.” Blitzo swung his legs over the side of the couch. “Besides, there’s no way you’re fitting in there,” he muttered, spitting the taste out into his palm and wiping it on his hip. “Anyway, we were going to-”

“I already had the crib put in the nursery when you were asleep, so that’s no trouble,” Stolas said. “I’m sure that you can handle yourself, but as I said, I wouldn’t mind a shower as well. Killing two sinners with one spear, right? As for my size…” He snapped his fingers, shrinking down into his imp form. “I can still get clean in this form, and that solves the problem!”

Blitzo blinked, still a little sleep-woozy, before shoving the wipes off himself and onto the floor. “You know what? If you really want to see my fat naked imp ass, I get to see what yours looks like now.”

Stolas hopped off the couch with a little laugh, offering a hand to help Blitzo off the couch with the shirt buttons sparkling under the light like real gold. “Fair enough.”

Blitzo thought for a moment then took it, groaning a little as he settled his weight on his feet. “Ugh. Tell the kid to stop eating bricks.”

“I’m fairly sure her diet is up to you.”

“No, I think she’s been sneaking bricks when I wasn’t looking.” He cracked his back before plodding towards the bathroom while Stolas’s fingers squeezed his.

“If you insist,” Stolas said with a teasing lilt to his voice as they entered the bathroom. Blitzo let go first, tugging his shirt over his head, and when he turned around, Stolas was watching him intently. “What?”

“Nothing,” Stolas said, attempting to copy him. To his credit, he almost got it over, but it caught right on the end of his horns, getting a snicker from Blitzo.

“Welcome to the wonderful world of horns.” He reached over, pulling the shirt the rest of the way. “You also could have just unbuttoned it. That’s, like, an option.”

“I- oh, blast, I just wanted to help and haven’t stripped naked in this form before, is that so bad?” Stolas huffed, crossing his arms, and Blitzo snickered again, noogieing down on the prince’s new hair.

“You’re kinda cute when you’re pissy.”

“I am not-” He froze as that processed. “Really?”

“Don’t let it go to your head, it’s not gonna win you any arguments,” Blitzo said, shimmying his pants and boxers down as well as he could at the moment, which involved a lot of awkward kicking. “Trust me. I had a girlfriend that was just as pretty when she was spitting venom too, it didn’t end well.”

“Hmmph.” Still, Stolas had perked up at that, the skin on his cheeks darkening as he peeled his own pants and underwear off, which luckily went better. He scooped up both pairs of clothing and deposited them next to the sink before turning back around, and Blitzo’s eyes darted down to check between his legs, curious.

“You decided to give yourself imp junk too?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes, I believe that’s just part and parcel with the spell,” Stolas said, patting absently at the slit. “It’s odd, but I imagine keeping my normal genitalia might be a tad… inconvenient.”

“Having a giant cock stuffed down your pant leg that reaches your knee might draw a little attention,” Blitzo said with a grin, nudging Stolas before grabbing a washcloth and stepping into the shower.

“Mmm, I’d prefer all the attention come from you, darling,” Stolas said as he followed, tugging the curtain closed behind them as Blitzo flipped the water on.

“Oh, you would, would you?” It only took about fifteen seconds for the water to get hot- a marked improvement from the old one, which could take a solid ten minutes on bad days and often spat out flecks of rust in addition to water (except on Sundays and Thursdays). In that time, Stolas had grasped at his new tail to keep it from swaying back and forth, wringing the spade between his palms, and it was so cute Blitzo could hardly stand it. He leaned in, pressing their lips together, (it was so much easier when he didn’t have to yank him down or scale something) and Stolas immediately stepped closer, eager to continue the kiss. One hand dropped from his tail to intertwine with Blitzo’s, giving it a squeeze.

The water pounded down on both of them, and Blitzo found a deep purr rumbling from his chest as everything washed away. It had been longer than he’d thought since he’d kissed anyone other than Stolas, but muscle memory kicked in just fine- besides, the way Stolas moaned slightly said he was doing a good job. Lips parted, and warm breath mixed with his own even as water droplets slid down his back.

Stolas was the first to pull away. “We really should get you clean…”

Blitzo cleared his throat, grabbing the washcloth again. “Right.”

“Let me.” Stolas was gentle as he dabbed a bit of soap on the cloth and rubbed it over Blitzo’s fingertips, humming as he did while the color swirled down the drain. Down and away. “This reminds me of when Via used to get markers all over her when she was little.”

“Hey, I’m not a fuckin’ toddler!”

“I’m well aware of that, darling,” Stolas said. “Of course you can wash your own hands, but… I like being able to take care of you.” When the black had vanished, he flipped the palm over, kissing the back of it, and the way the water cascaded over his shoulders, hair draped across his face as he practically bowed… Blitzo swallowed.

“Eh. I’ll allow it.”

“I’m glad,” Stolas said with a bit of a chuckle, straightening up. “Do you think you could get the spot by my left shoulder blade? There’s been an itch there all day that I just can’t quite reach myself.” He turned and nodded to the space, and Blitzo took the offered washcloth, flipping it over so he wouldn’t smear marker on the pristine skin as he started to scrub. Stolas slumped forward, a purr rippling through the air. “Ah, yes, that’s it, thank you.”

“No problem,” Blitzo said, letting his fingers drift. There were knots in Stolas’s back, and pressing his fingers in got more quiet moans out of him, tail twitching.

“Mmm, that feels very nice…”

“Yeah, well, you brought the crib in, it’s the least I can do.” He could feel the tension starting to dissolve in the muscles, as well as the vibrations from the purring. Stolas’s purr was deep and open, almost like a child’s who hadn’t learned to control it yet- it was strangely endearing, and Blitzo found himself matching it, albeit much quieter with the thrumming of the shower largely covering it up.

“You’re good at this,” Stolas murmured, lifting a hand to brush his hair away as he turned his head back. “Thank you.”

“Like I said, no problem,” Blitzo said, fingers ghosting over the shoulder. The very bare shoulder. The shoulder that couldn’t be hidden by feathers at the moment, that was practically begging for it… He licked his lips before leaning forward, brushing his teeth over the skin. Stolas shuddered, lifting his head to give better access.

That was all the invitation that Blitzo needed, teeth sinking into the supple skin, and blood bloomed into his mouth, thick and wonderful and as glittery as the unblemished Earth sky. The sweet and salty metallic taste was even better than he remembered, so much richer as it soaked into his tongue as he licked around the evenly-spaced puncture holes. Stolas’s tail had twitchily wrapped around Blitzo’s waist, and his firm butt pressed against Blitzo’s crotch as he leaned into it.

“Oh, darling…”

“You were hungry for this, weren’t you?” Blitzo’s voice was husky as he licked his lips, and Stolas just nodded.

“From the force of that bite, so were you, Blitzy.” He ground back on Blitzo as well as he could around the bump, working a moan out of him. “The baby’s not the only big thing of yours, now is she?”

Sure enough, he could feel his tip brushing against Stolas with the way he’d arched his back, and he growled, using his tail to turn the water off as his cock ached from the sudden stimulation. Stolas’s firm butt and toned back were enough to make him want to devour.

“I’m not cracking my head on the tile this close to the kid popping. My bed. Now.”

Stolas didn’t argue, throwing the curtain open and wringing his hair before offering a hand to Blitzo again. Blitzo took it right away, tightening his grip and then dragging Stolas out of the bathroom, swinging both of them around into his room as Stolas stumbled with a delighted little laugh.

The bed was still unmade, and it was all too easy to push Stolas towards it. He was still slightly unused to the new legs, and the way he fell back with a little ‘oof’ was almost nostalgic as Blitzo licked his lips, crawling up after him.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he half-purred, and Stolas swallowed.

“Whatever you want,” he said. “Oh, I want you to absolutely fuck me delirious, dear, but I want to see what you want to do.”

“I think we can work something out,” Blitzo said with a grin, tracing his fingers along the outer rim of Stolas’s slit before leaning forward and pressing his mouth to the lips, tongue slipping inside. Stolas gasped, legs twitching as Blitzo’s lips and tongue worked in tandem to eat him out.

“Stars, that feels good…”

“Mhm,” Blitzo hummed, the vibrations from the action clawing a purr out of Stolas. He tasted the same as any other imp Blitzo had been with, but the little whimpers and gasps were far too familiar to be anyone else, and the heavy stomach hanging from him made it hard to lose himself in nostalgia.

The way Stolas’s tail desperately twitched before eagerly curling around his when he let them slide together… it was something he couldn’t quite figure out how he felt about, instead digging his mouth in deeper. Stolas’s purr deepened, practically rattling the bed, and Blitzo felt something slimy and thick slip between his lips. “Mmph?” It only took a second to realize what it was, and he popped back, even as the tip tried to chase the heat of his mouth.

”Looks like you got the whole package, huh?”

“Mmph?” Stolas pushed himself up, eyes widening as his new cock slid out from above his entrance. “Oh, I- yes, that does go with the model, doesn’t it?”

“Usually, yeah. There’s plenty’a variety, trust me, but we both got the default.” He paused. “Of course, I do have a massive cock, even proportionally. That’s not just a thing from your very limited perspective when perusing cock-shots. Daddy’s very gifted.”

Stolas was still staring down at himself, and Blitzo was likewise staring down at him as it just… kept growing. It was big. Really fucking big. Like….

“Oh, fuck, that’s the same size as your normal one, isn’t it? How does that even fit in you?”

“How does yours?” Stolas asked, still somewhat in awe as he prodded at the tip before biting back a moan, and Blitzo just waved a hand.

“Do I look like a nerd to you? It just does,” he said dismissively. “It like… curls or some shit, I don’t know. You want your dick sucked or not?”

“Yes, yes please!” Stolas said. His damp hair lay flat on his cheeks, but Blitzo could tell if he’d been as be-feathered as usual, it’d be fluffing up all over the damn place. “If you- if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Stop acting like you’re shy all of a sudden, we’ve already fucked six dozen ways to Sunday,” Blitzo said, wrapping his lips around Stolas’s blue-ribbon prizer of a cock and dipping down as it flexed in his mouth. The lubrication helped it slide down easily, and Stolas keened.

“Blitzy, you- oh fuck yes!” Stolas swore. “Deeper, deeper, take it, your mouth is so hot and tight-” He broke off into pants and groans as Blitzo’s tongue swirled around, the tip slipping further into the pregnant imp’s throat.

For Blitzo’s part, he was having a bit of trouble not gagging- as much as he’d swallowed some heavy loads in his day, Stolas’s size was no picnic no matter how much lube the new form helpfully provided, and even his well-practiced throat was being stretched by the length and girth that felt bigger than usual. Still, the absolutely ecstatic noises that Stolas was making made it well worth it on top of the satisfaction of feeling his throat work to accommodate, and he pumped his head up and down, milking those sweet notes for all they were worth. (Besides, he’d be damned if he admitted defeat.) Stolas’s cock stiffened in his throat, and he shifted on the blankets, unable to help a moan of his own.

“B-blitzy…” Stolas managed to utter, snapping his fingers. “O-one moment?”

Blitzo pulled himself up with an audible pop. “What?”

“Can you… move around?” He pointed at his face, and Blitzo grinned.

“Oh, I could kiss you.”

“I’d settle for you continuing those lovely ministrations,” Stolas’s voice was low as they re-adjusted positions. Blitzo’s belly rested atop Stolas’s as his cock and entrance lay dripping above Stolas’s mouth for mere moments before the transformed prince raised his face, licking and sucking stronger than a man stranded on the ass-end of Wrath on his last canteen. Blitzo was unable to stop a shudder before going back to sucking Stolas off, the sensations of Stolas’s sloppy oral sending lightning through his body.

It was messy since Stolas clearly wasn’t fully used to his new chompers, especially for this, but what he lacked in finesse he made up in sheer enthusiasm, and Blitzo’s junk sure as fuck didn’t seem to care, absolutely ablaze after what felt like seconds. On top of that, Stolas’s hands kneaded at his newly-plump asscheeks, working the muscles and intensifying the sensations everywhere else. He could feel Stolas pull back and murmur something, but his heartbeat was too loud to catch it.

Stolas’s hips jerked up and down, and Blitz could feel the layer of fat on his rounded stomach squishing against Stolas’s more toned body. The hip motions combined with the fact that Stolas was eating him out like a matinee crowd descending on a buffet had his efforts redouble on Stolas’s beautifully girthy beast, and it wasn’t long until it tensed in his mouth.

He wrapped his lips around the middle, taking as much as he could until Stolas burst with a scream into Blitzo’s nethers as hot cum shot down Blitzo’s throat in waves. Even in this form, Blitzo could feel it was more than usual, forced to continue swallowing in order to avoid choking. When the torrent ended, he pulled his mouth back with salty droplets oozing over his lips, and Stolas panted for a few moments before slipping Blitzo’s own cock into his mouth again.

Heat ran through Blitzo’s blood as he ground his crotch down further on Stolas’s mouth. He could feel tiny grazes from Stolas’s new teeth but didn’t care- a little edge of pain always made it better anyway. Stolas suckled and licked eagerly, and it didn’t take long for Blitzo to feel the blow coming.

“You want Daddy’s cum?” It was easy and familiar, and Stolas’s muffled voice was enough of an affirmative that he just gasped. “Unf, fuck, your mouth’s still so good, you’re so eager no matter what, aren’t you?”

“Mm-mph!” Stolas agreed. The vibrations around his pulsing cock were all that Blitzo needed to finish properly, feeling Stolas swallowing down his own burst of thick cum then slumping forward. All Blitzo could hear was fuzzy static and his own heartbeat as the orgasm spiraled down, Stolas pecking kisses on his still-twitching cock.

“...You know, I think that just got us sweatier,” Blitzo muttered after a minute, cheek smushed against the sticky sheets, and Stolas couldn’t help a little snort of laughter before he squeezed at the left cheek on Blitzo’s plump ass.

“I’ll go warm up the water.”

#one time #shadow writes stuff #helluva mpreg #daddy blitzo #spicy text

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lilredghost · 1 year

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What book are you currently reading? Idk I’ve had The Fellowship of the Ring on my bedside table for like months now. But I haven’t had time to read it?? Clown emoji.... SW has taken over my life so it’ll have to wait

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? I’m preeetty sure I didn’t go to any movies this year. My cousins all went to see the black panther movie together but I was busy OTL

What do you usually wear? Sweaters or crewnecks with jeans, but I need to buy more plaid and flannels again. I used to dress like a butch but my old clothes either don’t fit or have holes. I’ve been avoiding getting new ones bc I hate shopping, lol

How tall are you? 5’6”, but my driver’s license says 5’7” for some reason

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? Immm gonna be honest, if blade didn’t answer “capricorn” I wouldn’t even know what you meant by star sign. I’m a sagittarius or however u spell it. I’m not even gonna bother googling the second question

Do you go by your name or a nick-name? I hate my name but I do go by it irl. On here I like to stick to some variation on my username

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? Do you want the funny version or the sad version of this story? I honestly never thought I’d be anything, so in grade school I just put something random and different everytime someone/something asked. I'm a grad student rn

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? Nooope, I’m extremely single (and ready to mingle?)

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at? I’m good at crafts! I’ve got a decent amount of experience with needlework and I’ve been thinking I want to branch out into something that’s more functional (like crocheting or sewing) compared to purely artistic.

I’m bad at reaching out of my comfort zone. I feel like life is already hard enough in the day-to-day, so finding the motivation to do something new and different is hard. I need a friend who will drag me out :(

Dogs or cats? Either one, they’re cute in different ways!

If you draw/write or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/line/etc from something you created this year? Probably this bit from Take Care of Me, Please? These fics make me feel extremely seen, and I can’t wait to get back to them when I have a chance

But it seems too easy. Anakin is… Anakin is the brightest star in his life. He smiles and laughs and shines with such charisma—such gravity—that he must surely be at the center of everyone’s solar systems, not just Obi-Wan’s. What could Obi-Wan have possibly done, to deserve such devotion?

What’s something you would like to create content for? Well blade is right, “content” is kind of a shitty word. We are inspired and driven to make art. We’re sharing pieces of ourselves; in this essay I will... Anyway the answer to this is obvious: Star Wars

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? Star Wars again! I normally fandom hop a decent amount but ever since I found SW, something has sort of settled in me. I hope it never goes away <3

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? Man I joined a westmarches campaign and it was very disappointing compared to a regular dnd campaign. I understand the draw of the structure, but it's just not as much fun

What’s a hidden talent of yours? Idk if you’d call it a “talent” but I really like to sing. When I get my own place, I’m never going to shut up <3

Are you religious? Kind of? My cultural roots are very deep and my religion is all tied up in that. But my health is bad, I regularly get fierce pains, and I’ve been depressed for like ten years now. Not to say that you CAN’T have faith coexisting with all those things, but I’m just exhausted. It’s not for me. (Or at least, it’s not for the me that exists right now. I suppose that could change in the future)

What’s something you wish to have at this moment? Ummmm, an ask in my inbox? Jk jk

I know this is a long one so don't feel obligated or anything but I'm tagging @leafchan15 @tennessoui @kyberkenobi

#as always feel free to tell me not to keep tagging u in things #tag game #red speaks

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auralina33 · 1 year

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Or have a heart so wet and cold it starts rusting? (Villain!Vanessa one-shot)

I’ve been writing fanfic for a hot minute but this is the first one I’m posting here on Tumblr.

It’s for my FNAF SB AU, Memento Mori. Vanny and Vanessa are different people here, but they’re partners in crime. They’re not blood related also, this isn’t twin theory it’s more like the pre-release interpretations.

Also my animatronic OC is mentioned for like a few lines but he doesn’t feature majorly. Same with some staff characters.

Warning for some implied internalized ableism

They were throwing one of their stupid, stupid parties today.

Vanessa knew what the occasion was. They’d only said it over the intercom and in the emails about a dozen times; We’re approaching the 6 years anniversary of the Freddy Fazbear’s Mega PizzaPlex’s opening! To celebrate, we will be holding a party at the location after hours, there will be food and drinks, be ready to see the animatronics, make sure to dress appropriately…

Of course, there were things they’d kept as hush quiet as possible, likely to avoid someone showing it somewhere and getting them in legal trouble, such as the fact that they were charging people to attend, and yet that attendance was required if you were a fan of keeping your job.

The first several, many times they had pulled things like this, she had been enraged. By now, she no longer cared, and just scoffed to herself as she looked in at her reflection in the bathroom.

She’d decided to have fun with it, at least. The suit she was wearing– How she loved it, it was sharp and tidy and made her look far more polished than any dress ever did– had been cleaned and ironed thoroughly, and she was glad to see it still fit her perfectly, as it had since her prom. It’d made attending the event worth it back then, and she hoped would make this stupid party a little more bearable.

Her makeup seemed fine, too. There was no hiding her freckles, but she at least could appreciate how black lipsticks and eyeshadows looked against her porcelain skin, how they made her features stand out better.

It gave her an ominous, dark look that she was sure kept some people from talking to her, like those raven-women one would see in movies and series. That was good. She wasn’t interested in their shallow conversations, in their attempts to get to know her as, at best, an empty urge to be polite.

She looked just how she wanted to.

Now, she just needed to stop checking this.

There’s no point in it anyways. I don’t know why I bother.

Giving a dismissive shrug to the woman in the mirror, she turned and walked out.

Not even three steps out of the bathroom, she was met by neon lights, music blasting, and people walking to and fro as they talked, sang, and complained. She could hear soft steps, the louder tap of some formal shoes, and the quiet, annoying humming and whirring of the animatronics’ systems.

Glancing around as she dodged people and ignored whoever it was that had just said her name, she could see why.

Glamrock Freddy, Glamrock Chica, and Glamrock Bonnie were greeting the general public, talking about something that was quickly disregarded by her ears, probably the establishment’s history or simply stupid tales about their lives. They reminded her of people that way, going on and on about nothing, demanding attention and sharing far too many details that made her want them to shut up.

Melody was somewhere across the room– closer to where she was than she liked, which she quickly aimed to correct– hanging on to Roxanne’s arm, and they were with a pair of humans.

The first human with them had dust brown skin and curly hair, and was carefully watching Melody with that pitiful, pitiful look they always held on their face. It could almost make her laugh, to see someone who was always looking so tired and even sad. One could wonder why, but in her eyes? Wondering wasn’t worth the time.

The other human was a tall man, who had actually come to bother her with Luis a few times. What was his name again? Something with M, with a foreign pronunciation… right. Manuel. His laugh was deep and grating, she could hear it from here, and his makeup was much like Roxanne’s, not that it flattered either of them.

Roxanne had her scratch-on-chalkboard voice, and all those attempts to make herself look cool, straighten her back, whip her hair and pretend her confidence wouldn’t be destroyed if any of the people she was with were to criticize her.

And Melody?

Oh, how insufferable he was. Even as she stepped back, she could see every single idiotic quirk that grinded her nerves about him. His foot tapped incessantly, the volume of his voice was painfully quiet to the point she couldn’t even hear him from here, he kept shifting his weight around, side to side, he was looking elsewhere rather than at the people he was with, and- was he wearing headphones? Of course he was. Of course he damn was. No way the little princess would just sit here and handle the music like everyone else, was there? He’d probably made a sad face until one of the humans he was with surrendered their own.

She must have been staring harder than she’d thought, because after a long moment, the animatronic turned in her direction, seemingly having noticed her eyes on him. And there must have been something in her eye, because his smile quickly faded, his position changed into something nervous and off-put, and he quickly moved to hide behind Roxanne.

Deciding she was done fixating on this, she walked away right as the people with him noticed her. It wasn’t worth getting into an argument over.

So, polished black shoes clicked through checkered tile, lit by the colorful, glaring neon lights. She kicked some confetti away, and kept her attention on that, only paying enough mind to her surroundings to ensure she wouldn’t stumble into anyone. The song that played right now was pounding on her ears, but she tried to ignore that.

No one would talk to someone so clearly closed off, so clearly unpleasant. She’d stopped trying to pretend now. She was one of those stone-faced women in the movies now, except not in a glamorous, sexy way, but in a way that made people feel disgusted. That had been her for years now.

And she’d grown old enough to be fine with that.

No one would talk to her, except for maybe the marketing boy that couldn’t seem to take a hint. She needed to put a special effort into avoiding him, she remembered.

Her head lifted in alarm, and she looked around, searching for any possible threat of discomfort. Nothing, she could see nothing, they were judging her, not pitying her, it was fine-

“NESSIE!”

She paused, and looked around in disconcert, finally processing the familiar nickname said by the wrong voice.

There were two rapid taps to her shoulder, and she whipped around, damn near ready to swing a punch at whoever had the guts to touch her.

Only to then stare at a familiar animatronic, staring at her with an amused, questioning look on their face.

“...Heya.” There was a half-laugh, and that face, painted two shades of blue and framed by long white hair, craned up slightly to look at her, “Earth calling to Nessie! Everything okay over here?”

“...Ivie?”

“Well, duh,” The animatronic talked just like her dearest one, but in that low, raspy voice, and lifted a hand, tapping ‘his’ own head, “Of course. We’d have bigger problems if it weren’t me.”

“Are you unhinged?” Incredulous didn’t quite cut how Vanessa felt right now, “What in the world are you doing? Why isn’t Sunnydrop in control? Why in the world would you approach me?”

“Sunny is sleeping, because they stayed up until the crack of dawn yesterday. And what’s wrong with me being with my favorite girl? I thought you’d be happier to see me.”

The affectionate words, said in that voice, made something painful and acidic rise up her throat. She swallowed it down, and decided to reprimand.

“You’re going to blow our entire cover. Everyone knows the Daycare Attendant, especially the Moon version, doesn’t like me.”

There was a small ‘pfft’, and an eye roll, “Do you really think anyone cares? C’mon, Nessie. No one’s watching. No one gives a hell about what Moony does. We’re fine.”

“I… I guess. Fine.”

“You don’t sound happy about that.”

She couldn’t help it. She just made an uncertain face, and tried to push down that strange, sickly feeling in her stomach.

The animatronic, no one else would guess otherwise, seemed to think for a moment, “...Is it the voice?”

“What?”

“Do you not like me talking in his voice? I can’t do anything about the face. But would it be better if I talked in my own voice?”

Vanessa shook her head, “It’s fine. That’d be completely ridiculous. You’re already risking it just by being with me.”

“We can go somewhere else. Bet you no one’s going to come looking.”

Whether she liked to admit it or not, this sounded very, very tempting. And clearly, Ivie knew this, with the way her- remote control toy leaned forward and gave her a little grin. She glared back, which only got her a soft head tilt in response.

“You’re ridiculous,” She sighed.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

Without another word, Vanessa took the liberty to grab the animatronic’s arm, and start leading them away from the crowd and the voices, to which Ivie soon had them follow, with a small skip to their step, swinging Vanessa’s hand slightly as they walked together.

Eventually, they came to a darker, quieter spot, where most people didn’t hang around or even glance towards, probably because there were no snacks, and the music was muffled. The latter wasn’t a downside for her, however. It was nice to get a break.

She stuck a chip she’d snatched off one of the tables into her mouth, and glanced back at the… morbid… thing.

Ivie was acting as she usually would, adding to the dissonance. She moved her puppet in front of her, hopped back a step, then held out its hands, “Okay! Watch this.”

With this, the animatronic’s hand came to knock at his own chest, and he made a noise which Vanessa could assume was Ivanna trying to have him clear his throat. It sounded the most like he was glitching, and if it weren’t because nothing else seemed wrong, she really would have wondered if Ivie just broke him.

“Hellooo!” A new voice called out of that mouth, familiar and comforting, with its light, angelically high sound.

The horrible feelings fading the slightest bit, as long as she didn’t look at the animatronic directly, Vanessa couldn’t help but find herself starting to feel curious, “...How… are you even doing that? I don’t see any reason why these machines should be able to play external audio through their voice boxes.”

They stared at her for a moment, then went limp and looked down, then simply shrugged. When she continued, it was still in that voice, like that of a joyful spirit.

“I don’t know, honestly! I just started poking around the parts of the system I have access to. I opened a thing here, I followed a little rabbit hole from there, a pop-up showed up and I accepted it, then another one and I accepted that too, and then I talked and heard my voice through the screen. Neat, right?”

Vanessa stared back.

On one side, she could certainly facepalm at how easily Ivie could have ruined everything doing whatever she did. On the other side, it was clear she’d just been finding any way to entertain herself, and that smile was almost adorable.

“I can’t believe you.” She finally responded.

“Well, you’d better believe me!” The animatronic gestured to itself.

“I can’t leave you unwatched for even 1 day. Incredible. This is going on the ‘Ivie being insane’ list. I’m going to have to reorganize it and all.”

Vanessa put in a specific effort to make her tone and expression completely deadpan, and felt the slightest bit rewarded when this earned her Ivie’s laugh. It was slightly rough and hearty, and filled her heart to the brim.

Ivie’s laughter cut into some small giggles, before the puppet shrugged, “You can always count on me to give you an interesting day!”

Then, however, it slowly dropped, and Vanessa had a softly concerned look directed at her.

“...And to get you out of places where you’re not comfortable. I want to ask, are you okay? You were covering your ears pretty hard back there.”

She very, very hurriedly shook her head, “Of course I am. It’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”

“Alriiight… We can go farther from the speakers if you need, do remember that.”

“I don’t need that- But-” She sighed, “Thank you. I do guess I like it better here. So now, let me ask…”

“Yes?” Ivie’s voice came, slightly confused, but willing to listen and answer, paired with a head tilt.

“Why did you come approach me? You know it’s risky.”

The puppet looked away, and shifted its weight slightly, crossing its arms, “...Well, it gets lonely where I’m staying, you know? I can read, I can watch stuff, I can plan things, but I don’t really have anyone to be with.”

In hindsight, it should have been obvious. But Vanessa still found herself making to say something, before letting Ivie continue speaking instead.

“I just wanted to be with you. And I figured this would be a half-decent way to do it. I… promise I’m trying to be careful. I know it’s a bit dumb, but-”

“It’s not dumb.” Vanessa shook her head, “I don’t know how I didn’t realize. It should have been obvious.”

“It’s okay! I know there’s not a lot we can do about it.”

“Maybe. But… I’ll go see you once everyone’s gone. Would that be of help?”

“...Yes.” It gave her a gentle smile, much like Ivie’s, always like Ivie’s, “Yes, it would.”

Ivie noticed her stare, it seemed, and walked up until she was right in front of her. And so, they stared at each other for a long moment. She couldn’t quite stay in place, and her foot moved on the floor, resisting the urge to tap. Ivie probably was moving where she was, but in front of her, stayed still.

After a good several seconds, any leftover uncomfortable feelings Vanessa held started to fade to pure questioning.

Then, Ivie giggled, poked her, and backed up again, making her raise her eyebrow.

“What was that?” Vanessa didn’t get it.

“You’re cute when you’re confused.”

This got her to feel almost insulted, though she knew, deep inside, she didn’t really mind. Especially not seeing the look on Ivie’s face as she continued to examine her expression.

After a moment, she scoffed, “Dork.”

“Dorker.”

“That’s not a real word.”

“You’re no fun.” Ivie gave her an icy mock-glare, which she wasn’t impressed by, then dropped it and grinned, “Anyways, what were you doing until now? Because it seemed like you’ve been just trying to glare people to death for the past hour.”

“For how long were you following me?”

“I was trying to catch your attention!”

She rolled her eyes, “...I wasn’t doing anything interesting. I was just trying to avoid people. You know how I feel about them all.”

“I could tell. You gave Melody a good scare.”

“He deserved that much. He’s fucking annoying.”

Now Ivie’s mouth opened into a lightly confused look, “Really? I’ve always thought he was really cute.”

“I don’t know what it is about him. I just can’t stand him. I can’t wait for when we get to him, maybe then I’ll be able to tell him to bother me as little as possible.”

“Well, I-”

Ivie suddenly paused, and stared ahead. Her expression shifted slightly, but Vanessa couldn’t tell what was up. At least, not until Ivie spoke, mumbling as quietly as she could to herself, softly placing a hand on her chest.

“Oh, Moony- Shhh, shhh, no… I can’t say much, but I can say Melody’s going to be okay for a while. We’re not going after him any time soon. Don’t freak out on me, okay?”

Vanessa stared at her- No, no, at her puppet- Suddenly having those horrid feelings weigh back on her. She hated these moments. They made her want to crawl out of her skin.

“Do they- Does it… talk to you?” She tried asking, putting a mental distance.

“...I don’t think you’ll like the answer to that, Nessie.”

She looked down at the ground, and messed with the decorative buttons on her suit. Her throat felt dry, yet like something wanted to rise. Her face felt hot, in a bad way. Her expression wasn’t much different from usual, but her hands were unsteady.

Ivie noticed this, and the moon-puppet-thing looked at her in concern. It made a pose as if thinking, then Ivie had it snap its fingers, and it spoke up again, “Hey… How about you go get yourself some more snacks? Maybe a drink? And save some chips for when you come see me, pretty please?”

“Sure- Sure.” Vanessa nodded, hurriedly, as she adjusted her suit and started to walk past her and away, “I can do that.”

“Great! See you in a minute, then.”

“...Yeah. I’ll be back. See you.”

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lettersformiah · 2 years

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9:12am, 23 june

hello bubba!

you are at home sleeping rn and i am here instead of in your arms? so dog. but yeah ^^ in geo righ tnow and i dont actually give a fuck about doing this internal right now. i had a bit of an annoying morning with my phone dying and all that so im just not a fan (i just sneezed hehehe) im so sniffly now because the geo room is quite warm compared to outside. i havent seen maya or muskaan today becase when i got to the class there were only a few people in there. apparently it was because mrs copley got them all to help out with matariki and go to the stage? and do stuff? i dont know and i also wasnt really told by cash or leo smh. they just said they had to do stuff and were content with just that. so whatever, ill see them at interval.

i hope you wake up soon but i know you wont smh. youll probably wake up during the assembly maybe? or even while we are at countdown before the festival. i dont knpw actually. im not looking forward to french but i can just fuck around and try and memorise it. i know some of it? its like 'mon ecole primaire? elle s'apellait stanmore bay. je n'ai aimait ca parce que les gens etait mechants et enervants.' thats the first part of it. i know the ideas that i talk about but i dont atually know what it said. something about 'je prommais -- ecole car je vivais cinq minutes'?? something like that. unsure hehee but i guess thats what i have next period for. im excited to drop french next year hehehe. i feel bad quitting it after 4 years of learning it but honestly i dont want to do the internals or externals for it next year and im very very average. and im ok with that. plus! i can take another subject :D i gotta look into that with you, tonight maybe? hopefully youll be down for that.

im actually okay with the assembly today. its gonna be outside bc covid which is both good and bad. bit cold but also no mask wearing. i dont know where we are meant to be though. apparently the black mat? but how do you fit a whole school onto one court? i dont think you can. and the whole plan is a bit scuffed. some people know it but i havent been shown. i dont think ill be able to wear your hoodie for it though :( they are very grr about uniform obvs bc its a formal assembly but i just put it in my bag after interval and chuck it back on! and i jus zip up my jacket for french so mr moss doesnt throw a fit. hes a nice guy really but me and him dont get on sometimes. but i love him truly, hes my favorite teacher. i think i just get on his nerves sometimes. but whoops! im not for everyone all the time and thats okay. but yeah :D i have no idea what theyre gonna talk about in the assembly tbh. i dont think we have ever have a matariki one and its also meant to be from like 11:30-12:30. what do you talk about for an hour? i guess maybe with songs and lil speeches and things. im assuming itll be like the anzac ones. so necessary, but horribly boring. but i dont mind spacing out for a bit. and! ill be with my friends :D i can sit with muskaan which is nice since i got no classes with her. will be a good time. even though we always make each other laugh during the national anthem. we always end up giggling at leo because his voice is so deep compared to everyone else. so we do the thing where we look at each other and just crack up. its really bad sometimes. hopefully today will be alright!

im also excited not for the festival itself but to just hang out with ym friends. and see leo and myaya performing! but mainly just to be with muskaan and kealan >:) we hung out on sunday obvs but i havent just existed with them since no classes. sad thing about being a senior i think. but i have no money to go to countdown with :P i think i just mooch off of kealan. but if he pays for just like something for all of us to share. but he cant even eat anything because of his braces. thats shit :( i dont know. we will see i guess. i feel bad taking and using money from him even though he assures us its fine. but i dont know. maybe itll be alright.

i got half an hour of class left. did they play dnd last night? were we meant to be there? i swear i went to bed at like 10/11 and you guys were playing val. wasnt dnd meant to start at like 8? or even 10? but i wasnt told about this. thats shit. i hate that i dont stay up late anymore. i think this weekend i do :D bc its a long weekend! so i can try and stay up later tn and tomorrow night. and then its all good. i have no plans for tomorrow except for wash my sheets and do some schoolwork. which please please please make me do i have so many internals due next week and honestly it ouwld be easier to just not do them and cry about it instead. but i gotta.

my sister also texted me! well you know that, but we did the old oh yeah how u im good how u and then i left her on delivered because i genuinely forgot to reply. or i didnt knwo what to say. i never know what to say to her. she asked me if i wanted to do the daffodil day volunteering so :D i do, i was meant to last year? year before? i dont know. they cancelled it bc of covid. but its just the thing where we stand on a road and ask for money. good times. but i love daffodil day so anything to help out!!

so yeah! thats my life up until 9:38am. thrilling stuff i know. i dont know. i wish you were awake. i wish i was texting you or calling or better yet in the same room. i love you bubba. i love you so much :*)

hope your sleep is going well n youre having good dreams. i love you, talk soon.

-mads<3

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cassandrajoybellbittner · 4 months

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*Warning Adult Content*

WE CAN TELL THEM - Chapter 20

Mavis

The three of us stayed up until one in the morning, waiting for Georgiou.

I didn't have much to say, so I just listened to Adyen talk about school.

Naylan interjected from time to time and dare I say, they looked like they had an amazing sibling relationship.

"I got a text from Georgiou. He said he won't be back until noon tomorrow, so you three should probably head to bed," Leigh said, walking into the kitchen.

"I'm locking up for the night. Everyone's left," she said, wandering off to the door that led to the back of the restaurant.

She shut the blots and used a key in the lock.

Naylan got off his stool and Adyen copied him.

I got down too, following the two of them towards the stairs that led upstairs.

"Wait for me. I have to give you some blankets. Mavis, so you need some clothes?" Leigh asked, tucking her keys into her pocket before looking over at me.

I stare down at my fitted jeans.

Yeah, there's no way I could sleep in them.

"Some pants maybe."

Leigh nodded.

"Sure thing."

She wandered over to the kitchen drawer, pulling out a flashlight before loving to turn off the light.

Naylan and I could see fine being wolf and coyote but it seemed like Adyen couldn't.

He wandered off to be closer to Leigh.

I squinted at him, wondering if he was part human-like, Leigh.

Leigh led up to a laundry room before handing us all blankets.

She also handed me a pair of nightclothes before leading us back into the main hallway and towards the two doors at the end of the hall.

"You can sleep here, Adyen," she said, gesturing to one door.

"And you and Mavis can share this one," she said, looking over to Naylan, who nodded his head.

"Alright then. If you need anything, I'm a call away. My phone's not on silent," she announced, tapping the pockets of her pants before turning around and walking away.

We watched her until the light of her torchlight faded in the distance.

Adyen opened the door to his room, slipping away before Naylan turned to open the door to the room we were both sharing.

I followed behind him, walking into the smallish room that had a queen-sized bed take up most of its space.

"There's a bathroom down the hallway," Naylan announced, dropping the blankets on the bed before resting his bag against the side table.

"You can take a bath first. Though, I'm not sure if Adyen has gone in first. Let me check," he said, taking out his phone from his pocket before sending his brother a text.

"Yeah, he's in the bathroom."

"I can wait for him," I said, walking over to the edge of the bed before taking a seat.

Naylan looked over at me, nodding his head before sitting down on the bed too.

There was some distance between us.

I wasn't sure if he did it intentionally but it made me anxious.

We sat in silence for a while and I listened to the sound of Naylan texting as my eyes flickered from one end of the room to another.

The building was old.

One could tell from the rough paint and faded floorboards.

Though, it wasn't bad looking.

It looked homey and I briefly wondered how Georgiou's pack was run and how long it had been ongoing.

"Shit."

I turned towards Naylan when he swore.

"Did something happen?" I asked, noticing the wrinkle between his brows and the sad look behind his brown eyes.

He shook his head.

"It's nothing serious."

"Nothing serious?" I asked, raising a brow.

"Are you sure?" I asked, scooting closer to him.

Our thighs touched and I let myself place a hand on his knew.

My heart was beating so loudly that I could hear it in my ears and feel it in my throat.

I closed my eyes for a bit, willing my body to calm down.

I was just getting closer to him to talk.

That part of me didn't need to get excited now.

"Casper's sick..." he trailed, letting out a sigh.

I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering who was in the world that was.

"Is that someone from your pack?"

Naylan frowned a bit, looking confused at my question before his eyes went wide.

"Oh," he said, shaking his head.

"That's right, I didn't tell you about Casper," he muttered, biting down on his bottom lip.

"He's my guinea pig."

"A guinea pig?"

"Yes, I have a pet guinea pig."

Naylan smiled a little.

"His name's Casper," he said, before looking down at his phone again.

I looked at his screen, watching him click into his pronto library before pulling out a picture of the furry brown creature.

"I've had him for a while. I don't let him leave the pack grounds much, since he's getting old. He's three now. I'm not sure how long he has left," he said, scrolling through the gallery.

"Maggie takes care of him when I'm away," he said, before pulling up a picture of a dark-skinned woman I recognized as one of his pack mates.

She was cradling the rodent with one and holding up a piece of lettuce with the other with a smile gracing her face.

"How cute," I said in a low voice, realizing how much I still didn't know about Naylan because I insisted that we keep personal and pack issues out of things.

I was going to keep regretting this... it seems.

"Yeah, Casper's really adorable..."

"Naylan," I called, cutting him off with a squeeze of his knee.

"Remember when I asked you if you wanted to tell your pack about me?"

He dropped his phone, staring down at the hand I had on his knee.

It was almost like he had just noticed that... noticed how I had closed the space between us so that our shoulders touched and we could hear each other's breathing.

"I remember," he said.

"It's still up to you though..."

"Let's tell them," I said firmly, watching Naylan's face for a reaction.

"I...um... why?" he asked, looking up to meet my eyes.

I opened my mouth to explain myself but nothing came out.

I took my hand away from Naylan's knee, rubbing the back of my neck.

"I think it'll be easier to navigate stuff if we didn't have to hide all this, don't you think?" I ended up saying.

"It's kind of exhausting to hide things from my folks and I can't imagine what it's like not telling your brother and packmates."

Naylan was silent for a bit.

"Do I get to tell Georgiou and Leigh too?" he asked and I felt my chest pang.

"Yeah."

He nodded, looking away from me.

I raised a brow, wondering what was so interesting about the headboard of the bed.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, leaning closer.

I noticed that Naylan flinched a bit and there was a long sigh that left his lips.

"I'm fine," he mumbled, sitting up straight but he still didn't look at me.

"I'm fine," he said in a more confident voice but there was a small tremble to it that made me worried.

"If you don't want to tell your folks it's okay..." I trailed, leaning away.

That was my best guess as to what the issue was.

I mean, why else would he be this tense?

"No, it's not that," he sighed, raising his hands to cover his face.

"It's something else."

"What is it?"

"It's embarrassing, so let's pretend like I don't have anything in my mind."

"Naylan..." I reached out to touch his shoulder.

He dropped his hands from his face.

"Promise that you won't be mad."

"I won't be."

His skin was too dark for me to make out a flush but the way he fidgeted with his fingers and avoided my gaze, really has me worried.

"If we tell everyone about us... that we are mated..." he trailed, looking over at me.

"Then us... us having sex wouldn't be an issue, right?"

I could feel the blood drain out of my face, then rush back in as the shock slowly shifted to embarrassment.

"I mean, people smelling us and knowing that we've had sex wouldn't be a big deal then..." he started to ramble.

"Of course, we won't mark each other or properly mate, just sex. I know you don't want that..." he went on, seeming to shrink into the bed with every word.

My face just got hotter and my ears just flooded with more pounding as I tried to pull myself out of my daze.

"Look, you asked me what I was thinking about and I told you. You don't need to look like I killed your cat..."

"Let's do it."

Naylan froze.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." I croaked.

"After we tell everyone, we can start having sex, I guess."

I was trying to play it off as nothing but every part of my being was screeching with anticipation.

"Okay," he said, nodding his head.

We sat in silence for a bit before I got up and excused myself to take a shower.

In the bathroom, for the first time, I let myself think about it.

Think about the intimacy from Naylan that I wanted that I had successfully repressed for a long time.

It felt good to think about, albeit a bit embarrassing.

My Wolf seemed pleased with my cooperation.

When I went back to the guest room Naylan got up to take a shower.

I crawled into the bed we were sharing, burying myself under the blankets as I tried to force myself to sleep.

I was still awake when Naylan came back but I pretended I wasn't.

He shuffled in the darkness as he changed into clothes.

He then joined me on the bed, sinking into the mattress with his full weight.

My chest squeezed up at the scent of him.

He smelled like the ocean, which I guess was a common scent for werewolves born close to the beaches and ports.

I liked it.

I wondered if he liked my scent too but it's not like I could just open my eyes and ask.

"You're a lot cuter when you're asleep, you know that?"

I tensed up, worrying that he had found out I was pretending but it seemed like he was simply talking to me while he felt I was asleep.

I felt his palm on my cheek and then the feel of the base of a finger brushing my lips.

"You smell so good," he mumbled, letting out a low growling noise that I hadn't heard from him before.

It sounded like the tone Elijah used sometimes but Elijah wasn't my mate and I found him intimidating, not hot.

The growling continued and it sent shivers down my spine.

I liked it.

I liked his Alpha tone and for a fraction of a second, I even felt a bit upset he intentionally changed his tone around me not to seem intimidating.

"I want to kiss you," he said in a low voice, letting out a grunt as he settled with pressing his forehead against mine.

"Why don't you want to date me?"

He was panting now but then he stopped, letting go of my face before drifting into light breaths.

I'm assuming he went to sleep.

My chest was filled with butterflies.

Naylan still liked me?

That's a relief.

I was starting to get paranoid that he had come to terms with our initial agreement.

The initial stupid agreement I put forward.

I am such an idiot.

An idiot who couldn't admit his feelings because he's talked a lot of shit in the past.

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// placing down a mini fic we wrote for Megrus' OB

“ Doe eyes. ” the noise - a nickname you were all too familiar with sounded almost growled out like something or someone was struggling to breath in order to get proper air in their lungs - only one person in the whole school called you by that nickname and for a moment your brain tells you that wandering into the Disorcius dorm was a good thing , that is until the thing that had gurgled up your name as though it was barely breathing wandered around the corner - it was him - Megrus ″ the unchallenged tyrant ″ as the fellow students called him but you never thought that title fit him - you rushed towards him in the dark hall holding onto him as soon as you could and he wrapped an arm under your legs ( the other wrapped around your back to keep you close when he lifted you up ) you could hear the gurgled purrs from out of his throat and for a moment you forgot about why you'd come here - Crowley said something about doing a well fair check on the dorm house warden because he'd missed a couple days of classes , considering you were closer to Megrus than most you offered whole heartedly to do the check up - now you knew it probably wasn't a good idea especially not when blot as thick as blood mixed with glue ( or maybe ink ? ) dripped down on your head and body from his face and mouth - his hold on you allowed you to feel his claws digging into your clothes and flesh and he was shaking slightly , as though scared of letting you go ( or maybe happy to see you ? ) your body froze and he let out a gurgled whine noticing your discomfort - he knew you'd found out his secret.

HOLY SHIIIIT THIS IS SO GOOD>!?>!?>?!?! YGYS SHOULD TELL ME MORE ABOUT THE DISORCIUS DORM IM LITERALLY SO ENGAGED RIGH TNOW KAJSJGDJAHSGDJASHGD

#moots <3

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Trembling Fawn part 2

Elain had ignored Azriel for the last two weeks and ignored Rhysand too. Both males, the cause of her anger, her pain.

She grumbled as she pulled the pearl clips from her thick hair, running her finger through the curled locks.

She shut out the image of Azriel's hair tangled between her fingers, sighing as she stepped away from her vanity, not wanting to look at herself any longer.

Her cobalt blue dress shifted from under her, cold air from her open window brushed against her bare back, causing her to shiver.

Azriel being able to see her vision had confused her. He confused her. How could he call her a mistake..yet do those things to her?

He had not sought her out either. Not like before. Granted, she told him to leave her alone but still.

She was about to start unlacing her dress when Cerridwen appeared. “The Highlord requests your presence in his office.”

Elain nodded. “I will be there in a moment; thank you, Cerridwen.”

The shadow wreath inclined her head and disappeared.

Elain slipped her shoes back on but left her hair down, not bothering to pin it back up.

She left her room and walked down the hall, shadows greeting her. They wrapped around her fingers, and she giggled, letting them pull her toward the office.

She knocked on the door, letting the shadows disappear, probably returning to their master.

Elain heard a brief “Come in.”

Rhysand sat at his desk, Feyre perched on the armrest, her hands rubbing her mate's shoulders.

Elain stiffened, feeling the uncomfortable tug of the mating bond. She looked over to the bookcase and saw Lucien. She tried to hide her surprise.

She turned back to Feyre, a guilty look on her sister's face.

“What’s going on?”

Feyre and Rhys Hesitated, but Lucien moved towards her. She took a step back “I have asked for Rhys permission to take you back to the Autumn court.”

“I..What?”

There was another knock at the door, and Azriel entered, checking his surroundings; his shadows darkened at the sight of Lucien but said nothing about the foxes’ presence. Instead he turned to His Highlord “ You needed me?”

“Yes” was Rysands only response. Elain watched the two stare each other down, having a silent conversation.

Rhysand broke first, returning his gaze back to Lucien and Elain. Elain was watching the floor ignoring the Autumn courts seventh son’s gaze.

“Elain..I know that you have been Hesitant about…”

Elain cut him off “ You know nothing Rhysand” she sneered “ You didn’t even ask me if this is what I wanted…your just going to let lucien have me. Once I accept the bond I lose my last ties to my human life…my human life which he helped strip away from me”

“Don’t look at it that way. He is your mate, he has every righ to claim…”

Elains face grew hot “ Lucien does not own me..And neither do you Highlord. So don’t throw that mate bullhsit in my face right now”

“Lucien of you will please excuse us just for a moment” Rhysand asked.

Lucien said nothing as he exited the room

Elian waited till she heard him leave before turning back to Rhys “How dare you ?”

She was seething

“ Lainey..”

“ Don’t you Lainey me Rhys…You had no right”

“ I have every right”

“ You are NOT MY HIGHLORD”

Elain wanted to scream.

“ You are a part of MY COURT…I am just trying to keep the peace”

“ NO you are trying to use me as a pawn for your political game”

Rhys was about to lose his temper, that she knew, but she also knew that it would be evenly matched.

She felt Shadows reach out for her fingers and she calmed “I won’t be used Rhys..I wont be forced into a mating bond that I do not want”

“ Lucien can call upon the blood duel if he see’s fit”

“ That is an Autun court tradition” Elain replied back

“ Lucien is a heir of the Autumn court…You would be gone for only a few weeks at the most”

Elain cut him off again “ WE both know that isn't true”

She didn't specify about which part but she knew rhys would falter at her words

“ The bond isn't right, Rhys..It's cold and uncomfortable. I don't feel anything when i look at him…from they way both Feyre and Nesta exp[lained it to me that isn't how the bond works..Something is wrong Rhys..Please”

Rhys held up his hand silencing her “ I won’t hear anymore of this Elain”

“ Rhys” Feyre started “Maybe we should hear her out”

“ I’ve made up my mind Feyre..i won’t risk my son’s life for a meer infatuation”

Elain looked at Rhys “ This isn’t about the blood duel or Nyx is it…This is about Azriel and I..about Solstice”

She refused to look at azriel but she could feel him tense behind her.

“ How do you know about..”

Elain cut off Rhys “ I’m not stupid Rhys,,,very few have power of the Shadowsinger”

“ What happened on Solstice?” Feyre asked.

Elain inclined her head. Feyre didn’t know. Rhys hadn’t told her. She was glaring at rhys and he cleared his throat “ Well feyre darling..”

Elain spoke “ Az and I had a moment..and Rhys pulled rank and told Azriel to stay away from me”

Elain refused to let Rhys spin it to his advantage.

Feyre sent Rhy’s death glares but Rhys eyes were on Elain and Azriel, watching the former as he stepped closer to Elain in case she needed his protection.

“ Did you even attempt to stay away from her” Rhys powers flickered across the room

Cold rage fell off the highlord.

Before azriel could even speak, Elain whispered, “ You have no right to demand he stay away..I have seen the future Rhys...and Lucien isn't at my side. He stands with the Human queen and I..” she looked up at Azriel “ I stand with the Shadowsinger” Azriels eyes flickered towards hers and warmth spread throughout her body as she gave him a small smile.

One that he returned.

Rhys snarled as the pair now stood side by side. Azriell's beautiful scarred hand in her own.

“ I am going to reject the bond and you will not stop me highlord”

“ Elain” he growled threatening

Azriel’s hand immediately went to truthteller, stepping in front of elain, ready to fight if necessary.

Rhys saw this and he faltered, sighing, slumping in his chair “ Why are all of you Archeons so stubborn” he knew he would not win against Azriel if it came to a fight.

Feyre hit rhys on the back of his head “ I’m glad we are”.

She stepped around Rhys and his desk and engulfed elain into a hug. “ We will look into the bond, figure out what's wrong with it”

“There is no need, its already broken” Elain smiled a secret smile. “Lucien and I broke the false bond earlier this week”

“ But he came here…”

“ He came here because I asked him. To make it official. Neither one of us wanted it, his family was about to force his hand …and mine” Elain eyed Rhys “ Lucien need a scapegoat…and I…I need for you to let me make my own choices instead of deciding for me..Both of us are done being pawns in other people’s games”

“ so all of this” Rhys hand rested below his chin “ was to prove a point”

Elain looked at Azriel and smiled “ Mostly, some other factors played into it as well and i will tell you everything…eventually. But right now the shadowsinger and I need to have a talk”

Elain held out her hand, searching his face. Azriel looked at his own hands almost afraid to touch her immaculate skin. Elain nodded and azriel grabbed her hand, hesitantly before relaxing in it. She led him to the door before stopping and looking at Rhys “ Rhys?”

“What Lainey” he voice was soft, a hint of anger still there. The highlord probably didn’t take kindly to being tricked.

“ Just rembever my own power, untamed as it is exceeds your own…I won't take lightly to being forced into anything ever again”

She wasn’t a trembling fawn but a fanged beast. With her own wants, her own desires, her own needs.

And mother help if anyone ever forgot that.

Rhys looked at her, into the fae she had grown into “You would make a good spy Lainey”

Elain smiled pulling Azriel out the door and headed to the garden

She pulled him to the ground, the gress vibrant and soft around them.

“ Are you going to tell me what just happened” Azriel looked at elain, her smiling face as she watched the stars

“ Lucien came to me shortly after we shared that vision. He told me about his fathers plans…to use the three of us…Lucein wasn't sure why or when, but he didn’t want to be a part of it. He just wanted to be free of his brothers, His family. He wanted to remain in the human lands…with Vassa and Jurian…and he didn’t want to be shackled to me knowing I would never come to care for him in that way ....”

Elain squeezed his hand az whispered “Only an Idiot wouldn’t want to be shackled to you”

Elain giggled but continued “I told him that the bond between us was wrong..It didn’t feel right…it was rancid,ike a bad piece of fruit in my mouth and it was numb half of the time, never fully there. He admitted it was the same way for him and as much as he wanted it to be there it simply wasn’t” ’

Azriel watched her “ We both agreed to break it..we knew neither one of us wouldn’t fall for the other. Knew that it had to be some kind of spell. We went to Helion and we broke it and what Lucien doesn't know is that he was the one who put it on us to begin with”

“ Why?”

“ Your guess is as good as mine, but I have some theories. Maybe he was guilt ridden from turning Nesta and I over and it was a last effort to protect me”

“ You know Lucien is Helion's son?”

Elain nodded, pushing herself up from the grass, and tucked her legs underneath the skirts of her dress.

”Once it was broken, this weight that had been pressing in my chest went away and this sense of freedom washed over me. This sense of relief, and i felt..felt my powers wash over me in such a way that i could see this invisible gold thread that linked them, it honestly wasn't that hard to figure out”

Azriel chuckled, leaning into elain, hsi lips pressed against her forehead.

“ So Vassa?”

“ Vassa” Elain confirmed “ Lucien won’t even know what hit him” Elain mused but then her face darkened slightly “ We are going to need them..Soon..I’m not sure why just yet but i’ve seen it”

“ We will worry about that that later, Right now lets just enjoy the dusk and shadows around us”

“ Dusk and Shadows,” Elain hummed to the stars, letting Azriel hold her.

Part 3 will be out soon babes! Happy Valentine's Day 💞

#acotar #elain and azriel #pro elain #elriel #hewn city

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