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katsu28 · 9 months

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Hi!! May I request a Roy Kent x Fem!reader with the Alstroemeria prompt as well as the “saying I love you in between kisses” from the physical intimacy prompts? Please & thank you!! 🤗

thank you so much for requesting and for allowing me my first attempt at writing roy! <3

alstroemeria: going to an event that the other person is interested in just to see them happy + saying i love you in between kisses, roy kent x fem!reader, swearing ofc (it's roy, what did we expect), 1.2k

Roy Kent had never looked as out of place somewhere as he did right now. Broad and tall, covered head to toe in black leather and denim, scowling at the world around him like he’d been personally wronged by it, he proved a stark contrast to the quaint little farmers’ market you'd dragged him to.

The market itself had been popping up near your place every weekend and you’d been hinting at wanting to go with Roy, but he never wanted to. Going by yourself was always a choice, but there was something about roaming the cobbled streets browsing for fruits and veggies and other cute trinkets with your lovely (albeit perpetually grumpy) boyfriend that just seemed so…domestic.

You’d recently moved in together and this was the perfect way to jumpstart your lives with each other. Maybe you’d get some fun knick knacks for your shelves, or a painting for your walls.

He’d said no to going the first few times, but once he caught sight of your sad little frown he caved instantly, promising the two of you would go this coming Saturday. That was today, and you were beyond excited.

You made sure to get there early so you could have the best pick of everything, and to avoid the crowd—another reason you suspected Roy kept turning down your invitations. He was a private guy, so purposely going someplace where he would be recognized almost immediately wasn’t really his cup of tea. Most Richmond fans were fine, but with social media nowadays, some always meant more, and more often than not that always led to the two of you being swarmed and having to go home before you could do whatever you’d left the house for.

But until that happened, you could just enjoy this time you had with your boyfriend, walking hand in hand through the area. Rows and rows of stalls with fresh fruits and veggies, bunches of flowers bursting with vibrant colors, baked goods alongside jars of jams and honey. It was overwhelming in the best possible way. You didn’t know where to start, so you went everywhere, milling around aimlessly, perusing the tables and chatting with folks along the way.

Roy grunted his approval at some things, raising a brow at others that had you putting it down. If he really liked it, he would nod, and you picked up a little something. Ingredients for this week’s dinners, a still warm loaf of crusty sourdough with a jar of orange marmalade to go with that you were looking forward to enjoying when you got home, a beautiful set of handmade earrings for Keeley’s upcoming birthday—even a mug with a coffee pun on the side of it for Ted that Roy snorted at.

Had you been paying a little bit more attention to Roy, you would've seen him almost, almost smiling as he watched you scurry from tent to tent to explore. You were enjoying yourself, and that was all he could ever ask for.

You were less than halfway through the market when you spotted the cutest little flower tent off to the side.

“Roy, look! Flowers!” You exclaimed, practically skipping over to one stand with the prettiest arrangements you’d ever seen. Roy trailed behind you like a stoic shadow, looking half nauseated by the bright colors.

Wandering a little further into the tent, you grew more and more in awe at the sheer beauty of each bundle of flowers. They were perfect, each bud and leaf handpicked to create a masterpiece, but one bunch in particular caught your eye.

Gorgeous pale pink alstroemeria surrounded by hyacinth in the lightest of yellows, tiny daisies paired with another tiny white flower you didn’t recognize dotting the dark green leaves. It was a simple arrangement, but still beautiful in an effortless kind of way.

You’d never been more obsessed with anything in your life (except for maybe Roy).

“They’re nice.” He observed with a sharp nod, but he was more focused on the way your face had lit up when you’d spotted the flowers.

You turned to him, beaming. “Should we get some? We can put them on the table in the breakfast nook, maybe brighten up the place a little bit.”

“Brighten up the place? There’s a window, I think it’s fucking bright enough.” He grumbled, but he just looked mildly amused. “Besides, I have allergies.”

“Yeah, to rabbits, not flowers.” You reasoned, giving him a teasing nudge with your elbow.

“Same fucking thing!”

“It’s really not.”

You ended up leaving the tent without the flowers, opting to forgo them in favor of possibly picking up some other things whilst you continued your market explorations. You’d been a little sad, but Roy kissed your temple and laced his fingers through yours and everything was fine again. They were just flowers after all.

Roy stopped in his tracks a few stands later, digging his buzzing phone out of his pocket. “You go ahead, I’ve gotta take this call. It’s Ted.”

You hummed in agreement, giving his hand a squeeze before moving to walk ahead. “Tell Ted I said cheers!” Roy grunted again, stepping off to the side to speak in hushed tones.

As a result of leaving Roy to his own devices, you actually lost him for a while, but you assumed your grump of a boyfriend would find his way back to you eventually. He always found you. You stopped for a second to readjust the produce in your tote, and when you looked up there he was, wading through the crowd a head above the rest, searching for you with a bouquet of the flowers you’d been eyeing earlier clutched in his fist.

He reached you quickly, thrusting the flowers out towards you. “For brightness in the fucking breakfast nook.”

“What made you change your mind?”

“They made you happy.”

“You’re just a big softie, aren’t you, Roy Kent?” You were all smiles again, reaching out to pat his stubbled cheek.

Roy rolled his eyes, but there was still a whisper of a smile gracing his lips. “Yeah, yeah, don’t fucking tell anyone.”

You stifled a giggle, grabbing him by the front of his jacket and pulling him in for a kiss. His free hand instantly came up to loop around your waist, thumbing at the strip of bare skin between your shirt and jeans.

“I love you,” You mumbled against his lips, pulling back for just a second to admire his softened features. The hard line of his brow was relaxed for once, his usual angry scowl nowhere to be found. He was looking down at you like the two of you were the only ones in the world right now, already leaning back in for another kiss that you gladly went along with, sliding your hand around the back of his neck. “God, I fucking love you. You’re perfect. How are you so perfect?”

“Could be asking you the same fucking thing, can’t I?” He grumbled, looking a tad annoyed that you’d suddenly grown talkative in the middle of a makeout sesh. Part of you felt guilty because Roy didn’t usually enjoy this much PDA when you were out and about, so maybe you should’ve been taking advantage of it.

“I asked first.”

“I’m not perfect. But I love you, and that seems pretty fucking perfect to me.”

“Who are you and what’ve you done with the real Roy Kent?” You gasped playfully, drawing yet another eye roll from him. He kissed you one more time for good measure, short and sweet, before easing the heavy tote from your shoulder and hiking it onto his.

“Let’s fucking go home now. I wanna try some of that bread you got earlier while it’s still fresh.”

“And so you can pick out the biggest piece from the middle? Fucking heathen.”

“I’m the heathen? You like the fucking ends! Who the fuck likes eating the bread’s ass?”

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#roy kent #roy kent x reader #roy kent x y/n #roy kent x you #roy kent fluff #roy kent one shot #roy kent imagine #roy kent fic #ted lasso

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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OKAY I'M LATER THAN I MEANT TO BE BUT!! 3 from the fluff prompts with Merle? -Sunny/Starry

3. "You got me flowers?"

Merle might not be the smartest person, or the nicest person, or the most physically fit person, or the most- y'know, at least he's a person. He might not be all those things and more but if there's one thing Merle is, if there's one thing he can pride himself in, it's that he knows his way around a garden. He knows plants. Flowers, fruits, vines, trees, whatever. He's got it down pat.

Actually, if there are two things Merle is, the second one would be stubbornly kind. His two shining personality traits. He knows plants and he's a mess of kindness. Kind to everybody? No, not even close. But he was kind to the people who needed it, at least. Like to Magnus when he got that far away look in his eyes. Or to Taako when he tended to try and withdraw from the group for whatever reason. Hell, sometimes even to Angus, even though Merle was really trying not to do that anymore. The last time he had done something kind for him, the kid had started crying.

Which is what lead him back here, to Neverwinter's blue lake district. The front of the candy shop window was still broken, though someone had cleaned the broken glass and spilled candy up. There was some tape over the window, blocking it off and the wagon had been hauled away. The lights inside the store were on, even as early in the morning as it was.

It had been less than twenty-four hours since the wagon had crashed into the front display. And it had been less than twenty-four hours since Merle almost lost both of his kids in one fatal swoop. He was trying not to think about what would have happened if the Red Robe hadn't been there.

The Red Robe. Man, Merle had some conflicting opinions about that guy.

He was spooky, yeah, but in the way that Taako was spooky if Merle tried to wrangle a snack out of him. Fond, but defensive, and maybe a little amused. He obviously had something going down, because Merle had only seen the guy around a few times and about fifty percent of that time, he was having some sort of breakdown. Maybe he needed a friend, or like, a therapist. Not that Merle was going to be that friend, but still.

Merle wandered a little further up the street, to the place had seen the Red Robe yesterday. He wasn't around right now (Merle wasn't that surprised by this) but maybe he'd show up later. If Merle was being honest, he really didn't know where the dude liked to hang out, or if he just kind of saved kids for fun. Though, if it was the latter, Merle was gonna have to rethink his whole concept of what a "bad guy" was.

Not that he wasn't already.

Neverwinter woke up more around him as time passed by. Merle found himself a bench and sat himself down. He had a few flowers with him. Yellow lilies, to be exact. He had stolen it from one of the moon's various gardens, but what the Director didn't know couldn't hurt 'er, right?

Time marched on. The sun steadily rose further up into the sky and Merle sat on the bench. He made friends with a little kid and their parent who sat next to him with ice cream. And he pet two separate dogs, which he would relay to Magnus later and add to his count. Magnus was still four dogs ahead of him, but Merle was getting close! But he was starting to get kind of bored of sitting in place. The Director shoulda given him a Red Robe button on his bracer. Press seven to call the Red Robe. That'd be great.

"Merle," a voice in his ear said, around ten AM when Merle was just starting to nod off for his mid-morning nap. "What're you doing here again?"

Merle jerked away, looking around. There was no one there.

"...Marco," Merle said.

"Polo," said the Red Robe's voice from right next to him. "I'm invisible, bud."

"Oh," Merle said. "I know that."

"Of course you did," the Red Robe said. "Again, what're you doing here? Where're your kids?"

"With their mom," Merle said, sitting up a little. "Though it's nice that you think I've got that much custody over them, pal." A man passed by, giving Merle a look that clearly read: I don't think you're mentally stable. "Ya got a place where I can see you face to, uh, hood? D'you see the look that guy just gave me? People these days, geez."

"I got a place," the Red Robe said. "I'd, uh, tell you to follow me but that's not gonna work. I'm gonna teleport us. Can you, uh, stand up? I don't wanna take the bench with us."

"Gotcha," Merle said. He grabbed his flowers from next to him and hopped up. A ghostly hand touched his shoulder and after a moment, the world around them begin to spin. Merle shut his eyes to avoid getting motion sick. After a few more seconds, the Red Robe's hand left his shoulder and he opened his eyes. They were a bit outside of Neverwinter now, under a large oak tree. The Red Robe came into full view.

"Fancy spell," Merle said. He twisted, stretching, and his spine popped. The Red Robe winced.

"Did you wanna talk about something?" the Red Robe asked, tilting his hood down at Merle.

"Uhhh, kinda," Merle said. He lifted the lilies up to the Red Robe, who stared at them with the same expression he stared at everything else with: complete blankness. But the guy couldn't help that he didn't have anything to make facial expressions with, so Merle didn't take it too hard. "These are for you."

"You got me... flowers," the Red Robe said.

"Sure did!" Merle said. "Take 'em!"

The Red Robe conjured a mage hand, lifting the flowers from Merle's hand. He brought them close to his face, studying them. And then, he looked back towards Merle.

"Thank you, I think," the Red Robe said. "Any, uh, special occasion, or?"

"It's a thank you gift," Merle said. "For, y'know..."

"Oh," the Red Robe said. "Oh! That's- it's no problem, Merle. I woulda done somethin' if it was anyone else, too, it's not like I just- just enjoy watching people get run over by wagons."

"Ehh," Merle said. "Still. Now we're even."

"Flowers make things even?" the Red Robe said, amused.

"It does for me!" Merle said. "And that's all that matters. Now if you excuse me, I got a boss to go lie about missing flowers to."

The Red Robe laughed, which was maybe the most genuine thing Merle had heard from him that wasn't a breakdown. Merle slapped a hand down on his bracer to call a sphere down for him.

"Thank you," the Red Robe said, a smile in his voice. "I'll, uh, find a vase for these. Or maybe just like, petrify them so they don't die."

"It ain't my business what'cha do with 'em anymore," Merle said. "But they'll last longer if you keep 'em outta direct sunlight."

"That won't be a problem," the Red Robe said. "I've got exactly zero windows in my ca- house. In my house."

"You're weird, man," Merle said. "Go haunt someone else."

"I'm going, I'm going," the Red Robe said and vanished. Merle squinted at the spot he just was.

"You're just invisible again, aren't you?"

"I- I just wanna make sure your sphere gets here safe!" the Red Robe spluttered. "Can you blame me?"

"I really can," Merle said. "And I will."

#merle highchurch #barry bluejeans #taz red robe #taz #taz balance #mine #ise cube writing #asks #institute-of-planar-shitposts #i thiiiink that's you?#if it's not let me know n I'll just switch it to my anon tag sdlfksd

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dump-the-ashes · 2 years

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Overthinking Xena: Warrior Princess #1- Gabrielle’s Clothes

i got tons of theories and headcannons for this show and nowhere else to put them. so buckle up buckaroo cuz here we go.

Gabrielle’s clothes are symbolic of her journey through the four seasons.

Xena’s clothes just get darker through the show and there’s probably another theory hiding somewhere in there. But Gabrielle’s clothes have all different kinds of colors and styles as the show goes on. WHAT IF this was all planned out from the start to show her character growth through the seasons of the year?

Season 1.1: Early Winter

Gabrielle’s first outfit in season 1 is a blue shirt, a blue jacket, a long red/brown skirt, and a belt. compared to her later clothing, this one is the most bundled up like she is dressed for the coldest weather. She is also wearing cold colors over a red-brown skirt, symbolizing ice and snow over the barren earth.

In her winter, Gabrielle is coming from a time of being frozen. Everything is still beneath the surface and hasn’t started growing yet. Some details hint at who she is going to be though since there are bits of colors from her future outfits sprinkled through her jacket and belt. Green, yellow, brown, and especially red are very important colors to pay attention to.

Season 1.2: Late Winter

Halfway through season 1, Gabrielle becomes an amazon princess and changes into a new outfit as she begins her warrior path. There is less material, showing that the weather is warming up and most of the blue is gone. With only a little blue on the top and a red-brown covering everything else, it shows that she is now dressing for late winter when the ice is melting and the earth is getting ready to thaw. Gabrielle herself is still learning who she wants to be but after becoming an amazon, and finding how she can be useful to Xena, she is no longer frozen and can start moving forward.

Season 2: Early Spring

In season 2 Gabrielle starts wearing a green top over a red-brown skirt and dark red boots. Throughout this season her top gets shorter and I’m just going to ignore her sick abs from now on and say this is happening because of the warmer weather. The green color shows that the earth is now starting to sprout some plants. Grasses are coming to life and the trees are budding. The lattice pattern on her top shows that she is preparing for flowers to bloom and crops to grow.

This is a big jump for Gabrielle and she stays in her spring-time state for most of the series. This is when she is growing and learning about the world around her the most. She faces a lot of good and bad in this time as it is a season of transformation.

Season 3-4.1: Spring

Gabrielle’s top changes a bit in the beginning of season 3 and lasts like this until halfway through season 4. This is her most iconic and longest lasting lewk through the series. Her top is now embroidered with leaves and buds instead of a lattice. This is the point when she is blooming and shining her inner beauty out into the world the most.

While she can show the world her best side now, she is also in the most danger. Blooming flowers are usually the first to be plucked and she gets plucked hard. It’s during these seasons that Gabrielle deals with the most grief as well as growth.

Season 4.2: Summer

Sweet summer child baby. The sun is out and Gabrielle is in bright yellows and reds. Her hair is shorter and lighter like the dandelion turning from a flower into a white poof. Gabrielle is also either wearing sandals or is barefoot during this time as if she were lounging on the beach.

This is a time of peace for her when she has turned away from violence and towards love. Summer is a season of balance and Gabrielle thinks she found that. But she is living in ignorance, thinking the summer will never end. The red color starts peaking out brighter than it has before in Gabrielle’s other outfits, revealing who Gabrielle needs to be and that she isn’t finished on her path. This comes to her in the form of a harsh sunburn at the end of season 4. Her yellow is then replaced with tattered crucifixion rags like the clouds just rained on her parade.

Season 5: Early Autumn

In season 5, Gabrielle is now wearing browns and oranges. She is also wearing leather instead of the soft material of her other outfits. This shows that the leaves have begun to change on the trees and things that were once green are now turning hard and brown. Silver also starts to pop up in her outfit to show the return of colder weather.

For Gabrielle, she is now swinging hard against her summer time vibe. Instead of embracing love and peace, she is now violent and protective of Xena. Gabrielle wants to prove herself and show that she is no longer a side-kick, she is Xena’s partner.

The orange color can also show that the harvest is coming and she feels she is ripe. But this is the only outfit of Gabrielle’s that has not had any hint of red in it, meaning that something is missing.

Season 6: Autumn

Stabrielle is gone and Gabrielle is back! Her journey is at an end now and so are the seasons. She is now wearing red velvet and silver. This shows that the harvest is ready. The fruits have turned red and are ripe. More silver showing up means that the cold weather.

Gabrielle is finally wearing all red which was the color that hinted at her true nature since the beginning. The velvet now shows that she is finally comfortable with herself. Green, yellow, and brown are also stitched into her outfit, now showing that she is accepting all the seasons of who she used to be which led her to where she is now. The increasing silver, showing her return to winter, means that she is about to start a new journey at the end of season 6. But let’s ignore that.

ok thanks thats my whole rant. yall can talk about shows from this century again

#xena #gabrielle #headcannon #90s #i made her sound like a friggin tarot deck #Xena: Warrior Princess #this is my first post in so long #i dont know if i remember how to do this #do people still use the tags like this?#costumes #fan theory

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lovevalley45 · 2 years

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#fictober22 day twenty-three

"Not on my watch!"

fandom: naddpod (campaign 3/ba2mia)

word count: 557

After a long, stressful day packed with revelations, Callie wanted nothing more than to slip into a trance and get a few hours of peace. However, resting easy when the possibility of waking up to a possessed Calder tended to keep her up.

She’d already given him her patented Callie Cocktail of Bardic and Bless to help. Yet she still was sitting up, awake. Jolene had let them rest in one of the stumps of the Crick and they had made a makeshift nest of their own. Usually, Foster would be beside her, but he was with the silver serpent, a bundle of white feathers next its shimmery scales. It was an endearing sight even if she missed the duck by her side.

However, she supposed the three of them were a strange sight right now. As she sat up, Calder was curled up, resting his head against her thigh. Sol was half-awake as he laid against him. Callie could tell he was doing the same thing she was; forcing himself to stay up until Calder finally drifted off to sleep.

She sighed, running a hand through Calder’s frost-blue locks. Small, white and yellow chamomile flowers budded only to immediately get covered with shards of ice, but they stayed vibrant despite the cold. It was a little odd, to be the one trying to ease someone to sleep. Her sister had never been the most comforting force. But growing up, she’d always expected her sister to be there to protect her. Just like Calder probably expected his brothers to.

Callie had thought he’d almost fallen asleep, but Calder stirred. Sol jerked up a little, but relaxed back against him just as he said, “You guys don’t have to stay up all night.”

“We’re just waiting,” she said.

“Yeah,” Sol said with a yawn. “Just trying to be ready.”

Calder shut his eyes, a small smile creeping onto his face. “Thanks. It, uh, means a lot.”

“Just remember, you got that Callie cocktail in your system,” she said, patting the side of his face.

“I know,” he muttered, barely loud enough for them to hear it over the ambient sounds of the Crick outside. “Listen, if I do succumb…”

“You’re not. Not on my watch,” Callie said firmly.

“We’ll figure it out. There’s tons of powerful people here,” Sol added.

“Do you promise you won’t let Ultris kiss Callie in my body?” Calder asked.

Callie gasped. “What?”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Sol demanded.

Calder sat up. “Yes! It’d be weird! It’d be like kissing my sister!”

She put an arm over his chest and forced him back down. “Go to sleep and stop thinking about that!” Callie smiled to herself though. “So, you think he’d try to kiss me.”

“Oh my God, Callie-” Sol started.

“He might,” Calder said.

“I don’t know, he might be a fun rebound,” Callie added.

“I’m going to bed,” Sol said, He tucked himself back into his spot against Calder’s back and soon, had fallen back asleep.

She took a deep breath, reminding herself of the fact that she didn’t want to lose her friend just for a possible rebound. “Fine.”

“Alright.” Calder squeezed his eyes shut again.

Callie waited for his breathing to start to slow and Sol’s ribbitting snores to fill the stump before she laid down and finally started to trance. The worries of the day didn’t escape her mind, but she was just a little more at ease.

#alli writes shit #fictober22 #naddpod #ba2mia #ba2mia spoilers #callie petrichor #calder kilde #sol bufo

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iffoundreturntosea · 26 days

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April 1, Day 91/92

Day 91 2015

Spring is in bloom here in Missouri

#spring #bloom #missouri #beautiful #afternoon #blueskies #buds #forsythia #vivid #bright #nature #outdoors #picoftheday #project365 #ay91

I was really hoping that this would be in bloom when we were up there but it was a little too soon.

Day 92 2016

Spring is beautiful!

New month, new theme...let's try #shadesofspring #pastels #spring #beautiful #nature #outdoors #growth #flowers #iris #thinkingofyoumamaw #green #purple #picoftheday #project365 #day92

Day 91 2017

Bruce helping with muffins

#bruce #gooddaybruce #shark #muffinbatter #batter #bake #findingnemo #april #picoftheday #project365 #day91

Day 91 2018

April Fools!

Butterweed (Packera tampicana)

#aprilfools #easter #real #flowers #wildflowers #texas #butterweed #nature #outdoors #yellow #green #april #bouquet #picoftheday #project365 #day91

Day 91 2019

Simple cent

#penny #money #texture #simple #cent #onecent #nationalonecentday #april #april1 #2019 #nationalday #nationaldaycalendar #picoftheday #project365 #day91

Day 92 2020

Our worlds are feeling tiny right now, try to find the beauty in all this isolation.

#niece #wildflowers #bluebonnets #paintbrushes #outdoors #nature #tinyplanet #april #april1 #2020 #picoftheday #project365 #day92

Why does it still feel so weird? Like we shifted into a new reality. I don't like this one as much. Though niece looks great in any field of flowers :)

Day 91 2021

Til next time beautiful 🌊

#beach #padre #island #mermaid #idontwannaleave #dunes #sanddunes #gulfofmexico #water #sad #hellawindy #mirror #goodbye #april #april1 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #day91

So windy I didn't even get out of the car to say goodbye!!!

Day 91 2022

The most random find on this mornings hike.

#morninghike #tincangraveyard #random #blackandwhite #april #april1 #2022 #picoftheday #project365 #day91

Hiking in the Cleburne State Park with my friend and some how we got turned around and came across this weird scene.

Day 91 2023

Can’t believe my baby boy is 15 today! I brought him home to foster and two hours in I was calling to say I’m keeping him. (She wasn’t surprised) Since then we’ve had 3 major moves and it seems like something was always going on. Now he just enjoys his quiet time in his little kingdom.💙💙💙

#leo #kitty #cat #furbaby #happybirthday #15yearsold #allthetreats #magnifythefun #april #april1 #2023 #picoftheday #project365 #day91

Oooooops!!! HAHAHA I didn't realize it at the time but he actually was turning 14. He would have been 15 to

Day 92 2024

It’s a good thing I don’t melt because the water always gets me 🧜‍♀️ 💖

#melt #dailytheme #watergotmeagain #wouldnthaveitanyotherway #beach #water #waves #april #april1 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day92

I knew I should’ve worn shorts but I wasn’t feeling well and just wore something comfy. Ah well, what can ya do? Hahaha

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adobe-outdesign · 3 years

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Thoughts on the budew line?

I'm never sure what to make of Budew design-wise. I guess it's that an actual rose bud looks like this:

You have the leaves on top of the head, but the rest of the body is just sort of a solid round shape, rather than being a bud cradled in leaves. If it was me, I would've made the face red, made the collar below the lighter green, and had more of a V shape to the bottom of the face. This would've added some color contrast and would've made it clearer what they were going for.

I will say, though, that the face is very cute, and it's got a nice shape. Plus it has the colors of its future flowers on its leaves when they open up, which is a nice touch:

Roselia is nice enough, but there's something about the design that really bugs me. I'm not sure if it's the sharp points on the head that contrast with the round design, the yellow on its abdomen that appears nowhere else, the pointy face shapes that don't match the thorns on its head, or the weird way the leg connects to the outer leaf, but there's just something a little off about it.

I like that it's kind of got a contrast between the thorns and the actual flowers, but I feel like it could've been emphasized a bit more. It probably doesn't help that the thorns here look more like horns. Still, it's serviceable for what it is.

I wanna like Roserade more than I do, but once again, there's just so many little details that throw the design, even moreso than Roselia. For starters, the fact that there's no dividing line between the three roses really looks odd. The face just has way too much going on with it; it has three (3) different sections to it, when it only needed one at most (one for the "mask" and one for the rest of the head). Once again, the yellow in the design doesn't pull through, but now we're adding grey to it as well to make the colors even messier. And the torso is just weird; something about how round it is and the random line going up it for no reason simply do not work.

However, I will say that the concept of a masquerade-based rose Pokemon is pretty sweet. And I do love this dex entry, at least:

Overall, this line could've used some refinement, but it's decent enough for what it is.

#budew #roselia #roserade #pokemon #pokemon reviews #Ask

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aethelflaedladyofmercia · 3 years

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Twelve Months - Good Omens fanfic

Happy 31st Anniversary of Good Omens! :D

To celebrate this momentous occasion, I have posted a slightly-sad, slightly-sweet Wake the Snake fic on AO3, because our demon has been napping for a whole Twelve Months, and sometimes Angel gets a little lonely!

Thank you all for another fantastic year in this fandom!

Twelve months.

Aziraphale pushed open the door to Crowley’s flat, a simple shopping bag tucked under his arm.

The lights were still off, the curtains drawn in the awful empty room he called a study. Nothing had changed.

He passed through the enormous, rotating section of wall and into the solarium. This was still bright—many of the plants flourishing despite being unattended so long, despite clearly not having enough water. A few had started flowering. They waved their branches at him as he entered, perking up eagerly.

The angel waved back, but first he peeked into Crowley’s bedroom.

He was still where Aziraphale had left him, on his last visit a month before. Bright red hair spilled across black pillows, grown into a stringy mop. Duvet pulled up to his messily-bearded chin. One hand curled up beside him on the bed.

Still asleep.

With a sigh, Aziraphale crossed over to the plants, who greeted him excitedly, unfurling their newest leaves, a few vines hanging down to brush his face.

“Hello, my lovelies. How are you all doing? Look at you, grown at least a foot since I saw you, I’m sure. And you! What beautiful pink buds. Very impressive.”

He didn’t think Crowley would approve of how he spoke to the plants, but the poor things had been so distraught on his first visit, straining to keep upright, trying to hide their yellowing leaves. So much healthier now, much happier for just a bit of attention. He picked up the watering can and gave them all a quick splash. He didn’t know how much water each needed, but it didn’t seem to matter.

“You keep it up, dears. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Picking up his shopping bag again, Aziraphale headed down the hall to the kitchen. The kettle sat on the island where he’d left it, and he quickly refilled it and set it to boil. While he waited, he pulled his latest creations from the bag: a small pumpkin spice cake from a recipe he’d been perfecting since fall, a lemon coconut cake, and a few apple cinnamon muffins.

Two plates—a muffin for each, a slice of the coconut cake for himself and the pumpkin spice for Crowley.[1] The rest went into the refrigerator, where they would never go bad or stale.

Aziraphale put the plates onto a tray, along with forks and napkins. Next he found two mugs and pulled the little tin of his second-favorite tea out of the bag just as the kettle boiled.

For himself, a teaspoon of the expertly blended leaves, steeped for exactly three minutes, resulting in a pale brown tea with a slightly spicy aroma. For Crowley, he dropped a tea bag into boiling water and let it sit until it was almost black.[2]

He carried the tray back to the solarium and selected a bright red-and-gold tulip that was nearly vibrating in its eagerness to be noticed. A moment to assure the other plants that they were still doing fabulously—particularly a self-conscious little succulent that had rather drooped over the winter but was making a fine recovery—and he once more headed into Crowley’s bedroom.

Crowley had rolled over, and now sprawled on his back, sleeping soundly. He’d apparently kicked a bit, too, as the blanket had slid down past his stomach. Aziraphale smiled as he set the tray on the chair he’d brought in some months ago and got to work.

“It’s wonderful to see you again, dear,” he started cheerfully, carefully rearranging the objects on the little bedside table. “I have a few things for you again, I hope you don’t mind.” Just enough space to slide the mug and the little plate. Perfect.

“I received a package from Tadfield again. Everyone wrote a note and then gathered them all together, really quite clever. They’re all doing well, if a bit bored.” The table was nearly overflowing with little items now, brought in by Aziraphale to cheer the place up. Framed pictures of their human friends, quarantining with their families, clustered in one corner so tightly you could hardly see them anymore.

He pulled the latest out of the shopping bag. “Anathema has started a garden,” he explained, pausing to show the photograph to Crowley’s sleeping form. It showed the witch, kneeling outside her little cottage, working on growing several rows of herbs. “I got the impression she was off to a rough start, but she hopes to send us some mint in the next package. Although Newt warned me not to expect too much, as they’d already forgotten which patch is mint and which is oregano.” He set the picture with the others, and slid the potted tulip alongside it. “I’m sure she could use some advice from you, when you’re ready to share.”

“Nnnnh.” Aziraphale spun eagerly, but no, just Crowley shifting in his sleep again, rolling onto his side.

The angel paused to pull the duvet back up to Crowley’s chin, tugging it straight and smoothing a hand down his back. In a way, his friend was nearly unrecognizable, with that hair and ridiculous beard, but in another way looked the same as ever. That was always Crowley’s way, of course, constantly changing yet somehow always the same.

He lingered, taking in the shape of that face, leaning close, lips hovering above his cheekbone—

Aziraphale pulled back, quickly digging into his bag again. “Oh! Ah, the, um, the children have been making projects for their art class. This past month was sculpture, and they sent us some. Look!” He pulled out four little figures of oven-baked clay. “Ah, young Wensleydale has made a very clever model of a train car. Brian’s is…abstract.” He turned the next a few different ways. “And Pepper’s is, ah, either a very complex symbolic representation of the Patriarchy, or…a troll, I think.” They just fit on the edge of the table, all in a line, a very mismatched tableau. The fourth, on the end, was the best, in Aziraphale’s opinion. “Adam made a little Dog, and it’s very well done, don’t you think?” The canine figure posed with one leg raised and head cocked, ready to play, but the shadow it cast was just a little too large, too ominous, for such a small creature.

With a sigh, Aziraphale shifted the row this way and that. “I sent a letter to Warlock, over in America, but haven’t heard back since Christmas. I believe they’re very busy with something. Politics. You know how it is.” When the Dowlings had left England, they’d planned to return for a visit the following summer. A global pandemic had had other ideas.

“In any case, that just leaves Tracy and Shadwell. I understand he’s decided to hate the concept of literacy this month, so no word on how his war with the squirrels is going. And Tracy has declared she will spend the summer making a fairy garden. I thought her sketches looked very promising, and she promised to send us an update in June. I’m sure you’ll find it charming.”

“Hrrrrm.” Crowley sank under the duvet, nestling down a little deeper. Aziraphale smiled, settling into the chair with his plate and mug.

“Things are loosening up again,” he explained, taking a bite of cake. Delicious, if he said so himself. Sharp and not too sweet. “People are getting vaccinated, shops opening up. It’s really a lovely breath of fresh air, at least when you’re not wearing a mask.” A long sip from his mug, then he held it, fingers tapping. “It’s been nice walking through the park again, just in time for the baby ducks. And that record shop at the corner, they’ve had some wonderful new additions. Which reminds me.”

Putting aside his mug, Aziraphale dug through the bag again and pulled out a handful of square plastic cases. “They had a whole shipment of those little records the Bentley likes. Modern music. I picked out the ones with the rudest names. I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.” He pulled out the first disc and placed it atop Crowley’s phone. The device blinked in confusion a few times, then obediently copied all the music.

“Of course, it’s not all good news.” He stacked the rest of the discs atop the phone and returned to his tea. “Reopening means the customers are coming back. Yesterday, this one individual spent almost an hour browsing the same three shelves. And then he tried to make off with one of my books.” Another long sip. “Granted, he offered to pay, but still. What sort of establishment does he think I’m running?”

Aziraphale paused, waiting for Crowley to respond, not that he ever did. The demon’s eyelids moved a little, but no more.

Sighing, Aziraphale turned to his muffin. “You know, many times in the last year, I’ve wished you were there. Particularly during reopening phases. You could have posed as a customer, and then I’d be able to tell people I was at the capacity limit. Oh, and the people who would call to try and buy my rarest books. Collectors, or so they claimed, but then they just turn around and sell to anyone for twice the price! I’m sure you’d have some biting things to say about such people.” He smiled at Crowley’s sleeping face. “I’ve missed that, and your jokes. Rather more than I expected to.”

When his plate and tea were finished, Aziraphale set them on the floor and reached again into the bag. “Now, I have been attempting to teach my computer how to use the internet. I think it’s going quite well. Adam and his friends gave me a ‘homework assignment’ to find articles on recent news events, and I made the most wonderful discovery. Did you know that humans now share their news through humorous pictures? I printed out my favorites to show you.”[3]

He flicked through a few. “Ah, to start with, a few months ago there was this American politician with amusing mittens who showed up everywhere for a few days. It was extremely droll.” He leaned closer, holding them up for Crowley to see. “Ah, a few more from America. The murder hornets arrived, though by that point everyone had forgotten them. The election became increasingly confusing, and it all ended in a parking lot. For a little while everything was ‘This-or-That Total Landscaping,’ and before that everything was cake.” He showed a few extremely clever illusions. “I did try to make my own, but couldn’t manage it without miracles, which I felt was cheating.”

Really, leaning like this was starting to strain his back. Aziraphale shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, the better to share his pictures. “Ahhh. Also for a time everyone’s calendars were stuck on ‘March.’ And then earlier this year, a group of people learned how the stock market works, but sadly not how to spell it. The whole situation seemed very much like the sort of thing you’d be involved in. And…Oh, this angel from a television show was sent to Hell for…reasons.” He glanced at the shape beside him. Crowley had curled in slightly, pressing against Aziraphale’s back. “Yes. Various reasons. And then this musician, I suppose, went on his own. Both had many people extraordinarily upset.”

The next few images would really tickle Crowley, if he could actually see them. “The biggest news is that a large ship got stuck sideways in that canal in Egypt. Stopped half the world’s shipping for a few days while they dug it out! I’m sure you would have liked that very much. Exactly your sort of trouble. The humans were all very excited.”

The final photo was another of the ship, an image Aziraphale had made himself, printing out a blank version and writing on it in felt-tip pen. The hull of the enormous ship was labeled, “An eternity putting up with the tedious bureaucracy and frequently conflicting commands of my superiors until I begin to doubt my own judgement and sanity,”[4] while the small digger working steadily beside it was “Crowley.”

Aziraphale watched the demon beside him, not really expecting a reaction, certainly not getting one. He reached over, brushing brilliant hair back from Crowley’s forehead. “I think you’d have had rather a lot of fun last year. Or perhaps you’d have been upset you could only watch from a distance. Or…”

He’d leaned much closer than he’d intended, hovering just above Crowley’s forehead.

“Well!” Aziraphale stumbled to his feet. “I suppose that’s just about everything.” He picked up the tray from where he’d rested it on the floor, starting to re-load it with everything he’d brought in. Crowley’s cake and tea sat untouched, as always, but Aziraphale wouldn’t dream of skipping them. “We’re all very optimistic for the summer. Two months and everything should be just…just tickety-boo. Perhaps we can go for that picnic soon, if…yes…”

They’d made such plans for 2020. All the things they would do now they were free. Plans, and other thoughts carried in their minds, possibilities that would play out in their own time. Not too fast, just a slow, steady exploration of everything they could be…

“Well. Pleasant as that idea is, best not to—to plan too much, as the previous year made fools of us all. I just…” He turned away from the tray and watched Crowley sleep, hands clasped before him. “I miss you terribly. And I wish…very much…”

He picked up his shopping bag. One item still inside. The same one he’d been carrying for months, trying to find the courage to bring it out.

With a shaking hand, he reached in and drew forth a soft hand-made doll. He’d spent much of the winter on it. Simple white cotton for the head and body, wooly curls for the hair, and stiff white lace for the wings. Dressed in waistcoat and bowtie made from Aziraphale’s favorite tartan.

He still wasn’t sure why he brought it. He’d stitched several little toys, particularly a lovely black-and-red serpent with gold button eyes that had watched him from the sofa since November. But this, for reasons he couldn’t articulate, this one was for Crowley.

“I, ah…” He shuffled closer, doll clutched in both hands. “I made, um…” Back to the edge of the bed, one hand fumbling across the duvet. “…thought you might like…”

Crowley’s face stood out in stark contrast to the pillow, pale skin and bright hair. Aziraphale wanted to drink it in, memorize every detail, to hold him over until next month. The curve of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones. His lashes flickering as his eyes moved. His lips, pursed ever so slightly…

“Bless it, Angel, are you going to kiss me or not?”

Aziraphale gasped, pulling back from the bright gaze of slit-pupil eyes. “You—you’re awake!”

“Nnnh. Half.” Crowley shifted, head moving across the pillow, eyes threatening to shut again. “Wouldn’t miss your visit.” One hand reached out, plucked the doll from Aziraphale’s unresisting fingers. “For me?”

The angel nodded. “If…if…you like it…or I could—I could just…”

Without a word, Crowley pulled the doll under the duvet and curled up, tucking it under his chin, a faint smile on his lips.

“If you were awake you—you should have said something! I’ve been going—going off like a fool all this—oh!” Aziraphale could feel his face turning hot as he recalled a few times his tongue had been a bit too loose for propriety.

“Mmmmmh.” The golden eyes were shut again.

“Crowley?” No response. “Crowley!” Aziraphale scowled. “Anthony J. Crowley, if you’ve fallen asleep again, I swear, I’ll—”

He’d do what? The angel fumed, but what could he really threaten? To stay away? Never.

“Alright then, I suppose I’ll see you in June. I’ve had several new requests for extremely rare manuscripts and I need to go pen some responses reprimanding these vultures for their cheek. I can—”

“You can stay.”

He spun around. Crowley had one eye barely cracked open. Gently, he pulled back the duvet, showing there was just enough space for Aziraphale beside him.

“I…I couldn’t.” But he stepped forward, not back. “I have business tomorrow, things to—”

“Just tonight then.”

His fingers brushed the mattress and pulled back as if burned. “You—you don’t really mean this, you’re just talking in your sleep.”

“Nah.” Crowley settled the doll by his pillow, making space. “Why else would I give you my key?”

“I…to…water the plants?”

“They take care of themselves.” Crowley held open his arms, eyes shut once more. “I missed you, too.”

Well. What could he say to that?

Aziraphale took off his shoes and slid into bed, into Crowley's arms. They wrapped around him gently as Crowley wriggled closer. “Mmmm. Y’r softer than the doll.”

“Oh.” He’d been called soft many times, generally as a way to imply he was a failure as an angel. But just this once, it made him feel rather pleased. “Soft is good?”

“Verrrry good.” Crowley twisted a bit, trying to find a comfortable way to rest his long limbs, and finally settled curled up against Aziraphale’s chest, tucked below the angel’s chin with a leg hooked over his knees.

The angel smiled. “And you’re…you’re noodlier than a stuffed snake. Err…”

A chuckle, just a stirring of breath across his throat. “Can’t wait to hear the story behind that.” Crowley nuzzled against his shoulder with a sigh. “Good night, Angel.”

Aziraphale swept the brilliant hair back again and bent down, pressing his lips to Crowley’s forehead. A soft, gentle kiss that made his friend smile a little more broadly. “Good night, my dear.”

Crowley drifted off again, burrowing close, as the angel continued to gently tease the back of his hair. Perhaps, he thought, perhaps tomorrow's work wasn't so very urgent. Perhaps a bit of rest would do him good. And perhaps...

Well. Don't plan too much. But for the first time, Aziraphale felt a bit of optimism about the coming summer and its possibilities.

“Sleep well, Crowley.”

[1] Crowley had invented pumpkin spice, and Aziraphale assumed he must like it. In truth, Crowley despised it, and regretted every autumn how it took over the entire world. He missed apple cider season. [2] Aziraphale had suspected since the early 1950s that Crowley secretly took his tea with several lumps of sugar, but would continue to pretend he didn’t know until Crowley confessed. Considering current circumstances, that was unlikely to be any time soon. [3] Aziraphale’s fax machine, revived after over three decades of disuse, had been somewhat confused to be asked to perform any task at all, much less to print memes onto photo paper with perfectly balanced color; but like the plants and Crowley’s phone, it couldn’t stand to disappoint the angel. [4] It was possible he hadn’t quite mastered this new form of communication.

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mindofharry · 4 years

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‘watermelon sugar’

inspired by the video dedicated to touching!

* smut!!!!!! smut!!!! smut!!! this is my first imagine writing smut, so pls give me feedback!!! :D

the sun beat down on her pale skin as she wandered around the beach. the beach was beautiful. the sand was hot and golden and the cool ocean was a pale blue. the waves were peaceful and the wind wasn’t even noticeable. for january the weather was beautiful, she even had to put sunscreen on her skin (she burnt easily).

the music video shoot was already going so well — considering they only started the shoot 3 hours ago.

but all the fun eventually came to an end when the director told them to take a 30 minute break. most of the models stayed back on the set, relaxing and chatting, but y/n wandered off once again, remembering the cave she spotted earlier this morning. it was easily the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen.

harry introduced himself once again during the break, making sure everyone was ok and what not. “don’t get me wrong, you’re all lovely, but wasn’t there a green haired girl here?” harry asked trying not to blush as he imagined the girl. he tried not to think about her, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of as she touched herself and other models, she was a complete natural. she wasn’t embarrassed or shy.

and harry really liked that.

“um yeah, y/n’s just gone for a walk”

harry nodded clearing his throat before continuing the conversation. soon enough, the green haired girl called y/n arrived back, just in time for the shoot to start again — and for more madness to ensue. “i don’t think we’ve properly met. i’m harry” he said holding out his hand smiling. y/n pulled her sunglasses down and immediately shook his hand. “i know who you are!” she laughed and harry immediately blushed. “o...o...of course you do” he stuttered and then mentally kicked himself for stuttering infront of a pretty girl. “come on. i can feel the directors glare from all the way over here” she giggled dragging harry along with her.

she was glad that harry lambert, had picked out a good swimsuit, along with his team and such. she was in a white bikini that had flowers on where her nipples would be. and on her pants was the same but a flower where her clit is. she would definitely be robbing these and wearing them on her next holiday.

you see, this bikini was a hit. for y/n and harry. it was obvious that harry had a little crush on y/n so harry lambert, his partner in crime, told the directors to get a little harry and y/n action in. and of course, they listened. “ok y/n i need you to lay back down onto harry” he yelled and she manuvered herself over laying her head on his lap. “you ok with this?”harry asked immediately and she smiled “more than ok” she replied — she was about to call him consent king, an inside joke on the set, as he always made sure to triple check that everyone was ok with what they were doing. but she decided against it and just smiled a bit brighter. and that made harry’s heart burst.

“ok! action”

i just wanna taste it, i just wanna taste it, watermelon sugar high!

the music played as harry sung to y/n. his hand running through her green hair as the models beside him ran their hands down her body, her doing the same to them. he wanted her to touch him. he wanted to feel her soft hands down his chest, over his tattoos. he wanted to feel her kiss down his stomach and thighs and lips.

“ok harry! that’s good! we’re all good for now” the director called out. “ok we have one more scene to film, that harry wants to film specifically so” the director said with a clap of hands “then we’ll probably have this finished in the next two to the three days! we still need to get the ending scenes, but you’ve all been so cooperative, it should fly by!” he finished and nodded towards harry.

“harry whenever you’re ready”

y/n had never been more turned on in her life, she felt like she was making a naughty video. and she’s made lots of those before, but this was more. the feeling of harry standing over her, filming her get touched by another girl, made a clit throb. she was in a yellow top this top with cut out squares so you could easily see her nipples in it, which she kind of loved. the girl touching her had red nails, and pale skin. and god she was beautiful, if possible that made y/n even wetter.

“y....yeah.... uh we’re good here now” harry stuttered out before clearing his throat. y/n smiled at the girl with red nails “that felt great” y/n teased. she could feel harry’s stare on her as she downright flirted with the model right in front of him.

“hey y/n could i talk to you?” harry asked quite agitated at the sight of y/n with her nipples out. y/n smirked and nodded getting up of sand. they both walked up to a small little shed on the beach, harry immediately pulled the model behind it, making sure no one could see them. he pressed the green haired angel against the white wall of the shed, groaning with delight.

“you’re driving my crazy” he groaned as y/n slid her hands up and down his chest. y/n teased him with a pout. “oh you poor baby!” she giggled. she immediately stopped the teasing when harry’s lips met her neck, her breathing stopped for a minute. her hands grabbed onto his messy, curly hair. y/n’s head leaned back her body arching. “harry” she moaned as his hand reached up to breast teasing her hard nipple. “jesus christ” she whispered pulling his head up by his hair. he couldn’t help but let out a moan. she smirked. y/n placed her red lips on his, immediately letting out a moan, his tongue finally finding away to make an entrance. “you dirty boy” she murmured holding each side of his face. she could feel his hard cock against her pelvis. “look how hard you, pretty boy” she said grabbing a hold of it.

“please, p...please”

“please what?” she smirked enjoying the effect she had over him. she wanted to feel him inside of her, so bad. but he’ll have to beg a little first. “please, baby. please, let my cock inside your pretty mouth. beautiful girl, please” he almost sobbed. y/n had never been with someone this emotional before, but she very much liked it so far. “ok, baby, ok” she replied opening his shirt buttons. once harry shrugged off his top she kneeled down on the ground kissing right above his jeans, her hands holding his hips in place. “c...come on baby. please” he whined and she laughed before unbuttoning his pants and dragging down his boxers. her mouth watered at the sight. it was the hardest and biggest dick she’d ever seen. in her opinion, it was beautiful. it was red, almost blue. it was just calling her name. her pants were drenched, she’s sure you could smell her arousal from a mile away.

her tongue made its way to the tip of harry’s cock, and harry’s already fit to cum. she takes him all the way, not gagging once. he groans so loud the y/n has to slap his thigh. harry found release in her green hair, grabbing onto it, the moans coming out of her vibrate, the vibrations running up his body. she continues sucking on his red, hard cock, but begins to fondle with his balls. that’s where he’s a goner. harry begins to move at his on pace, to put it out straight, he starts fucking her face. y/n loves every second of this. the roughness of this could make her cum so quickly. harry groaning, pulling her hair and fucking her face is just so much for one pussy to handle. “shit, baby, m’gonna cum” he cries and quickly takes his dick out. he wants to cum all over her pretty face.

“come on, baby. cum all over my face” she said so innocently batting her eyelashes. he nodded letting the cum splash out across her face, more so her cheeks, she also made sure to get some in her mouth letting her tongue out like it was raining.

“oh fuck” harry cried falling down on the ground. y/n licked most of the cum off her, his cum tasted salty and sexy. she let the rest of the cum rest on her face, for effect. “you, ok buddy?” y/n asked crawling over to him. he nodded closing his eyes “that was the best blow job i’ve ever gotten. holy shit” he said — almost out of breath. y/n shrugged smiling coyly. “i try” she replied. harry grabbed his shirt and got rid of the cum on her face. she pouted saying “i liked that!”

“come here”

y/n followed harry’s movements that led to her sitting on top of harry’s waist. “let me do something for you” he said placing his fingers on top of her drenched panties. “you’re already so wet for me” he said smiling as she nodded “just for you, harry, just for you” she moaned moving her hips.

his fingers stopped and she let out a whine “sit on my face” harry said, y/n looked at him confused “sit on my face, y/n” he said sternly. she nodded immediately stripping of her pants and throwing them to the side. y/n placed her pussy right in front of harry’s mouth and he sighed happily “so pretty. such a pretty little kitty” he said swiping his finger along her slit, testing her wetness. “i’m going to skip to the good part” he whispered grabbing a hold of her waist and bringing her sex down to his wet lips.

harry wrapped his lips around her, bud. he pressed his the flat of his tongue against her, and licked it up and down. “oh my god” y/n moaned her face looking straight up at the blue sky. she needed to move, but his grip on her waist was too tight. her moans, made harry move his tongue, more forcefully.

“fuck harry” she almost screamed. “yeah, baby right there” she whined closing her eyes and arching her body. harry couldn’t even tell what was real and fake. her moaning, the heat, her delicious pussy. her kitten tasted amazing, not like anything he’d ever tasted before. ironically it tasted sweet, like watermelon sugar.

harry hummed his approval against her, and the added stimulus, had her bare toes curling against the warm sand. “fuck, fuck” y/n moaned. she wanted to cum, so bad. but she never wanted this feeling to end. this feeling of euphoria.

the pleasure was so intense, y/n lost track of time and place. all she could here was herself calling out harry’s name and her finally getting to ride his face.

“oh, god” she cried as she could feel herself letting go.

god did she taste sweet.

she bucked and heaved holding on to harry’s arms. he continued to lick and he drink her in. her essence and passion.

“jesus christ” she sighed rolling off of harry laying down beside him. “hey! i wasn’t done cleaning you up!” he whined and she laughed “give the vagina a break for a sec. your tongue is a masterpiece” she moaned almost cumming again at the thought of it. “could say the same thing about yours” he replied and she giggled “oh i know” she said smugly.

“wanna head back to my house, i’m sure everyone’s left by now” harry asked and waited in enticipation. y/n hummed “only if you promise not to have me walking for the next month”

“deal”

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ererokii · 4 years

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Petals || Dabi

Dabi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: TW: near drug OD, misuse of drugs, vomiting, misuse of alcohol, domestic violence, peer pressure, manipulation, signs of toxic relationship

IMPORTANT: If these themes triggers you or if you are uncomfortable with it, do NOT read

Word Count: 5825

Synopsis: Everytime Dabi goes out for work, he returns home as a new person causing a petal of your blossoming relationship to fall off, leaving the bud to die.

Taglist: @hisoknen, @shoutosplaything, @shoutodoki, @stupidbuttwaifu, @sugacookiies, @lady-bakuhoe, @saltie, @kingtamakimurder

Growing a flower wasn’t difficult if there was effort involved. The right spot. The right amount of sunlight. Added soil. The right amount of water. And love.

At least that’s what your mom told you. As a young girl, she always told you the most important step into growing a flower was love. The bud would blossom into something extraordinary with the right care.

The blossoming relationship you created took loads of effort. The small bud of it growing into something beautiful as you would think. Each petal represents an aspect of your relationship.

You knew what he did. How wanted he was. Yet you refuse to do anything about it. It was obvious. You were in love with Dabi. And he was in love with you.

Yet why did you hate it?

Once again you begged him not to go out. Begging him to just stay at home with you so he wouldn’t get himself in trouble.

“Dabi please!” You cried out and grabbed him by his coat, clenching your fingers around the material. Your body trembled with each cry you let out. “Just stay!”

“You know I can’t do that dollface.”

You shook your head. “Yes, you can! Please I’m begging you!”

“I’ll see you later.” Was all he said and walked out the door, to let you drown into your own tears.

You held your hands to your chest and gripping your shirt, your sobs wracking throughout your weakened body.

This was the start of it. The downfall of your relationship.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

You paid no mind to it. You noticed his outings, the way he would come home smelling like cigarettes and burnt ash with the faint smell of blood. It bothered you but at least he was here.

You were not affiliated with the League of Villains by any means. That was the first thing that Dabi established when he announced your relationship to Shigaraki, who wanted to bring you in.

You had a green thumb, it was something that Dabi adored but would never actually say it. With him always being out, you occupied yourself.

Lilies were your favorite flower. It seemed that you practically had every breed planted in the backyard of your place.

It was the little things that you took notice of. Your White Lilies would die before they bloomed, your Tiger Lilies would only last one day before they shriveled up and died the next day. It seemed like a nightmare to you. Your hard work going down the drain.

The only lily that did make it was the Orange Lily. This was unusual. Orange Lilies weren’t your favorite out of the breeds. It was just the one that never came across your mind. Its meaning scares you. Orange Lilies symbolize hatred. You definitely didn’t hate anyone but yet, why did this one bloom instead of the others?

It bloomed into something beautiful. It sat on your low table in your sitting room, it’s petals showing off the gradient of orange and yellow. A delicate thing.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

The slamming of the door startled you from reading the book that rested in your hands. “Dabi?” You questioned the air and got off the couch.

You were met with a grunt as arms wrapped around you from behind, making you jolt.

“Relax.” He mumbled, head buried in the crook of your neck. “I came through the window dollface.”

“Why did you come through the window?”

“I caught someone following me. Don’t worry I took care of them but for caution.”

Your body froze as Dabi’s hand rubbed small circles on the small of your back. “Calm down. Nothing will happen to you.”

“How are you so sure Dabi?”

“Don’t you trust me, babe?”

You sucked in a low breath and nodded. “Y-yes I do bu-“

“But what?!” He snapped and grabbed you by your arms, not rough by any means. “I promised to keep you safe didn’t I?! Don’t you believe me?!”

“Of course I do!” You wailed out and squirmed in his grasp. “I just can’t help but think about it!”

“Well stop it!” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Come on babe let’s not do this again. Let’s just forget yeah?” He whispered and snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

You placed your hands on his chest and traced the outline of his white shirt, staring at his staples. “I’m sorry”

With a shake of his head, he placed his hands underneath your ass and lifted you up, emitting a small squeak from your lips and wrapping your legs around his hips.

“No more talking. Come on let’s get these clothes off” he muttered and suddenly leaned forward, kissing you roughly as he made his way to your shared room, slamming the door shut behind him.

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You shifted slightly and rolled over into your side, opening your eyes and expecting to meet charred skin and a tuft of black hair.

Except you didn’t.

Your slight smile tugged downwards into a frown as you sat up, holding the sheet to your chest. “Dabi?” You called out and got up, wrapping the sheet around your naked body as you noticed a paper on your bedside table.

You picked it up and automatically recognized the messy but somehow clear writing.

Had to go out again. Shigaraki needed me.

-Dabi

You stared at the small note and analyzed it one more time before crumbling it into a ball, letting it drop on the floor. “Of course..” you muttered and shivered at the cool air hitting your bare arms.

The ghost of his touch lingered on your body. The feeling of his lips, his fingertips as he traced your perfect imperfections. It didn’t feel the same as before.

You quickly fixed yourself up and walked out into the sitting room, immediately checking up on your Orange Lily.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you crouched in level with the flower. Something was wrong.

You quietly counted to yourself.

“3...4… where’s the fifth one” you mumbled and looked around it. You lowered your head and noticed the fallen petal, resting beside the pot. It was already withered up.

Your heart ached. You carefully picked up the delicate petal and placed it back on the stem, leaving it there for it to only fall off.

“Why aren’t any of them staying alive..what am I doing wrong?” you teared up and laid your head on the table, closing your eyes.

You missed his presence. There was nothing you wanted more than to be in the arms of your boyfriend. Every time he went out to do work, there was always that little voice in the back of your mind that made you doubt his skills. His survival skills.

You knew this wasn’t Dabi’s first rodeo in the villain world. You knew who he was, who he really was. The heartless one who wasn’t afraid to set a group of innocent civilians on fire till they were burnt to a crisp.

You met Dabi in a bar. You remember the events as if it was a movie on constant replay. You were with your friends, all of you a bit away from sober, yet you were the only one who remembered that night by every moment and every word spoken.

He was charming.

You were clueless.

He was alluring.

You desired him.

The next thing you remember was waking up in bed beside him as he smoked a cigarette quietly, watching your sleeping form. You wouldn’t say everything went downhill from there. Both of you agreed to keep each other for pleasing your own needs. No feelings involved.

As much as you kept lying to yourself, he was too. It got to the point where he almost burned another man who was close enough to touch you.

A tear trailed down your face as you let out a sob, body trembling as you felt yourself internally go smaller and smaller. “Just come back Dabi.,” you muttered and relaxed your body, not moving from your spot.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Dabi walked into your shared place and let out a groan, stretching his arms above his head and shut the door. Your figure in front of the plant caught his attention. “Princess?” he questioned and walked over to you, gently touching you with the tip of his shoe.

You only stirred before stopping your movements. “How long have you been like this” he muttered under his breath and wrapped an arm underneath your legs. At the touch, your eyes snapped open as your hand immediately went for the neck of the person holding you, yet you were still not all there, only waking up from your sleep.

“Princess!” Dabi choked out and placed his bigger hands on yours, trying to get your nails out of his neck. “It’s only me!”

At the voice you blinked quickly before getting off of him, cradling his charred cheeks with your hands. “Dabi! Baby, I’m so sorry I didn’t know it was you!”

He coughed lightly and sat up, swatting your hands away from his face to grab them and engulf them in his bigger ones. “Yeah, I can see that. Why were you asleep on the ground?”

You met his eyes before looking away. “I was waiting for you” you whispered. The tension in the air grew thick. You could hear the pants of his breath as he licked his lips. “For me? Why dollface? You knew I would be coming back after.”

“You and I both know that’s not for sure Dabi.”

“And why the hell not?”

“You’re a wanted man!” you cried out and jabbed a finger into his chest. Your vision went blurry as you blinked the tears away forming on your lower eyelashes. “How can you be so fucking sure that you’ll come back home perfectly fine?!”

“Y/N-”

“No!” you cut him off and wiped your nose with the back of your hand. “Let me fucking talk now!! Someone can come in right now and kill the both of you! You’re slowly killing yourself and my heart aches to see it! Can’t you see it?! I don’t want to watch you go down this path! I love you Dabi!”

You sobbed out and covered your mouth with both of your hands, squeezing your eyes shut. You knew Dabi was an understanding man when it came to you and you only. But there were times where you felt as if it was the opposite. You knew he loved you, but recently you felt as if he didn’t.

“Do you even love me Dabi?” you muttered, bringing your fingers to the plan of your hand in a clenched fist, staring down at your feet through your blurry tears.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke up, “What?” he whispered and stared at you like you lost your mind. “Course I do. What makes you think that Princess?” he questioned and reached a hand towards your face, tilting your face to meet his hard yet somehow soft gaze.

“Then why don’t you listen to me?” you croaked out. You looked like a mess, the mascara that you left on was mixed with your tears as they dribbled down your face. “Don’t you know that I care about you?”

He sucked in a breath and ran his thumb over the swell of your cheek, gently pressing down. “Course I do Y/N. You’re the only thing that’s keeping me sane in this forsaken world,” he said lowly, his other hand coming around and placing it against the nape of your nape as he pushed you into his chest.

You were taken aback by the action but shook it off and quickly wrapped your arms around his slender frame, opening sobbing into his chest. “I’m still here sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

He was right. He was here. He was alive and breathing. You were in his arms.

“You know I would do anything for you right?” he spoke up after a moment of silence. You meekly nodded and looked at him, a hand of his coming down to your face and pushed the stray hairs that covered your face.

“I would leave if I could. But you and I know crusty ass won’t let me.”

A quiet giggle emitted from your lips as a grin curled on Dabi’s lips. “There she is. There’s my girl huh? She’s been hiding huh?”

“I’m sorry… and sorry for getting your shirt wet”

“Don’t worry dollface. Not the first time you got me wet by your liquids.”

“Dabi!!”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

You had your fair share of drinks. It wasn’t often that you got completely shitfaced. If someone told you that you had to live without alcohol for the rest of your life you wouldn’t object to that. It wasn’t a priority in your life.

It started off small. You noticed the slight change in your home's atmosphere. There used to be zero tension in your shared place, but every time you could feel tension forming with each day.

Dabi would come home and you would find him passed out, a beer can or two lounging around where he was. Soon enough two beer cans would turn to three then eventually four until they keep coming. It seemed endless.

The doorknob jiggled before you swung the door opening, emerging inside with groceries that were needed for the time being. “Dabi?! Can you help me!”

The black-haired man appeared from the kitchen, a smile that shocked you was displayed on his face. “I got them dollface,” he said, taking them from you and carried them back to the kitchen table.

“You seem happy today. Should I be afraid?” you teased, slipping your shoes and placed them neatly on the mat next to the door.

“Nope. Just happy to see my sweet amazing girlfriend like always!”

You tilted your head at the sudden change of demeanor. Usually, you would be greeted by a quick kiss or a slap to the ass but not an unusual happy Dabi.

“Are you..are you sick?” You asked hesitantly and watched him open the fridge, bending down slightly as if he was looking for something.

There was a sudden hard silence as a grunt emitted from his lips, a hand reaching in and felt around the condiments, making a mess as things knocked over.

“Is there no more?” He asked harshly, his figure still bent as he kept his concentration on finding what he needed.

“Huh?” You questioned and peeked over his shoulder, not sure what he wanted. “Is there no more what?”

“Beer.”

“Beer?

“Yes, beer. Well fuck there’s no more, did you get some?”

You were taken aback. “Get some? Dabi I went to buy things we needed. Plus it wasn’t even on the list I wrote.”

He let out a frustrated groan and slammed the refrigerator shut, shaking it slightly. “Well, I need that. So why don’t you be a doll and go get me some yeah?”

You gasped. “Excuse me? What did you say?”

“I said what I said. Go buy me some.”

“I’m not your damn fucking maid. If you want it so bad, you go fucking get it.”

He let out a hard laugh, a hand covering his eyes. “Wow! The least you could fucking do is be a decent girlfriend and go buy me it! Guess you can’t do that either huh?!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Me?! What isn’t wrong with me Y/N!” He yelled and turned to face you, approaching you rather quickly than you would’ve liked.

It suddenly hit you. Why he was acting so strange. He had you backed up into a wall as he lowered his head to your level, panting softly. You could smell the leftover traces of alcohol radiating off of his body.

“You’re drunk aren’t you” you whispered after a moment of silence, finally meeting his intense gaze.

“So what if I am?” he snapped and pushed himself off of you, strutting to the closet and opened it harshly.

“W-where are you going?” you stuttered and watched his body move swiftly to put his coat on.

“To get me a fucking drink.” he spat and unlocked the door quickly, slamming it behind him. The aftershock of the door slamming shook your table, shaking the vase of the Orange Lily, causing another petal to fall off in a mocking way as if it were laughing at you.

You stared in a daze, the events prior still playing over and over again. The tears once concealed in your eyes now flowed smoothly, creating a small puddle on the tiled floor. You pursed your lips together and licked over your lower lip.

That wasn’t your Dabi.

Where was your Dabi?

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

You saw the signs, yet you were oblivious. Dabi was changing right in front of your eyes yet you denied it. It was as if it was spoilers of a big-time movie that you had yet to see, you avoided them.

He was well below the okay mark. He’d come home reeking of the smell of cigarettes and beer. A disgusting combination in your opinion.

It was like having your own personal rollercoaster in your own home. Except you were the only rider who had to hold on for dear life when the loops came in.

The once beautiful flower that brought your whole place together was slowly dying in front of your eyes. You tried everything. You gave it more water, more sunlight, and even added a new type of soil, yet nothing was working. You were starting to give up at this point.

“Baby?”

You quickly whipped your head around at the tall slender man in front of you. “Y-Your back early.”

“Course I am. I wanted to come back quicker. I wanna try something with you.”

This piques your interest as one of your eyes brows in curiosity. “What is it?”

“Let’s go sit on the couch.” He said and gently grabbed your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours as he guided you towards the couch. Once the both of you sat down and guided you into his lap, wrapping an arm around your as he pulled you into his chest.

His lips pressed against the back of your head as he wiggled his hand into his pocket, pulling out a baggy and tossed it on the table.

You watched it and bit your lip. “Uh... what’s that?”

“What do you think dollface? It’s cocaine.”

You felt as if your eyes bulged out of your sockets. “It’s WHAT?!”

“Damn” he winced and rubbed the side of his ear. “No need to yell I’m right here. Keep your voice down even though we’re inside but keep it down”

“Why do you have cocaine?! Where did you get it from?! I’m not doing i-“

A hand was suddenly placed over your mouth as he pulled your head back, the back of your head resting against his collar bones. “Damn you talk a lot. Just do it”

A shake of your head had him sighing as he removed his hand from your face. “Dabi I don’t want to do it”

“Oh come on doll. It’s a once in a lifetime thing. You won’t get a chance like this again”

“..I don’t want too!”

“Aw that’s too bad..all girlfriends would do this with their boyfriend if they really loved him”

“That’s not true I’m not an idiot.”

“Oh yeah, cause you’re so smart. Not like you would do anything for me.”

“Dabi come on..” you sighed and ran a hand through your hair. “Fine, I’ll do it with you. Just this once”

“That’s my girl” he slurred in your ear and nibbled the shell of your ear, leaning forward and opening the bag, dumping its products on the table.

“Is this safe” you mumbled to yourself and watched Dabi pressing a finger to the side of his nostril before lowering his head, moving his head in a back and forth rhythm before fully moving his head to the right.

He sat back up with a satisfied groan, wiping the powder from underneath his nose. “That’s the good shit… alright babe it’s your turn.”

You stared at the white substance messily displayed in front of you. “I don’t know Dabi… I don’t feel comfortable doing this…” you trailed off and looked up at your blissed-out boyfriend. “What if it goes bad?”

“It’s not going to go bad, will you quit whining already?! Just sniff the stuff and everything will be fine!” He snapped and pushed your head down by the nape of your neck.

You grunted and hesitantly pressed your finger on your nostril, taking a deep breath as you moved your head to the right, feeling the immense power of it already knocking through your body.

You coughed and pushed Dabi’s hand off of you, profusely rubbing your nose in irritation, your body not used to the foreign substance.

“Mm..you took a little” Dabi grinned and grabbed your face with his large hand, squishing your cheeks together. “Get more.”

You shook your head, little movement due to your head behind held tight.

“N-No! That’s it!”

His grin fell into a frown as he let go of your face. “Why the fuck not? Come on. Just do it. I’ll do it right after you.”

“..you promise?”

“I swear.”

With an uneasy sigh, you did it again. And again. And again until you could no longer sit up straight.

You felt hotter, your stomach was aching as your head was pounding. You felt paler.

“Dabi..”

“I know babe! You did great! I’m proud”

You shook your head as you groaned, standing up and leaned against the wall for support. You felt bullets of sweat forming on your forehead.

Your heart was beating. It felt as if it were a race car, doing 100mph. You clutched the fabric of your shirt in a tight fist, shaking slightly. “Dabi..” you whispered out and shakily lifted your head to meet his dazed look. “I don’t feel good at all..”

You felt so much adrenaline yet you hated it. You hated how you felt on Cloud 9. You hated every part of this. The way the substance felt entering your body as if it were a new source of energy. You hated the way he could convince you with his manipulating words. He had a way with words and he knew how to use them.

“It’ll wear off soon don’t worry. Come here baby” he chuckled and stood up, a hand resting on the armrest of the couch.

You gagged and quickly covered your mouth, pushing yourself off the wall as you stumbled towards the kitchen, barely making it in time as you let out everything in the sink.

Hot tears flowed freely from your eyes as you sobbed, letting everything out. Dabi was quick to make his way towards you and held your hair up, rubbing circles on your back. “Shit” he mumbled

“W-water” you choked out and gripped the sink, head bowed as you let out a groan, another wave of nausea hitting your body.

“I’ll be back. Get you a pair of clean clothes” was his last words before adventuring into your room. You quickly turned the faucet and drank the water, not caring for the slight bitter taste and splashed some on your face.

The stickiness of your shirt clung to your skin desperately. You let out a whimper as you slid down the cool steel of the sink, bringing your knees forward. You lowered your head and gripped your pounding head, wanting nothing more than to lay down and forget.

Footsteps approached as he crouched in front of you. “Hey. You’re okay”

“Okay?! I almost overdosed on this bullshit and you say it’s okay?!” You snapped, your gaze boring into his own. He let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, grinding his teeth together.

“Yeah sure but you’re here. Stop whining and change, come on we’ll get you in the shower.” He said and grabbed your hand, lifting you up. “Can you walk?”

“Just guide me to the bathroom.” Was your response as an arm weaved its way to wrap around your waist, carrying your spent body to shower.

Unbeknownst to you, your Orange Lily that once stood tall and proud with its five beautiful petals was now bent and cowered with 2 petals left, the other 3 withering next to the vase, begging to be mended back.

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Stressed was an understatement. Being apart of the League of Villains has its ups and downs. Shigaraki was a demanding and impatient man. Every minute, every second of the day he needed something. If not immediately reported to him he would throw his temper tantrum as Dabi would love to call it

Eight times out of ten Dabi would usually come home upset and stressed. Most of the time you didn’t mind because he would take his pent up stress onto you, which was good sex in your mind. But there were times where he didn’t want to bothered at all to which he would ask for time alone which you happily obliged wanting nothing more than to respect his wishes

Right when the both of you got together, Dabi swore that he would never use his quirk on you or place his hands on you in any way. It gave you a sense of relief. When Dabi was angry he wasn’t in much control.

Just like every other day, Dabi arrived home, stressed out of his mind. You could tell by the sound of his footsteps. Heavy and dragging against the floor as if he didn’t care, which he didn’t.

“Hey, ba-”

“Not now.” his gruff voice blurted out as he threw himself on the couch, spreading his legs out as he placed his hands on his thighs, running his hands back and forth.

You bit your lip and contemplated asking him about it. Your leg bounced up and down in anticipation as you rubbed your hands together.

“Well uh,” you started off and walked behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders, lighting rubbing. “How was work?”

“Fucking awful.”

Oh. That’s not what you wanted to hear.

“Oh… did anything exciting happen at least?”

“Exciting? It was a fucking shitty day at work, Shigaraki was on my ass all day for no reason and on top of that, we almost got caught because Twice couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut.”

You pouted and dug your fingers deeper, massaging his already tensed up shoulders. “You’re so tense, baby. Relax a little yeah?” You whispered and lowered your head, placing kisses on the side of his neck that led up to his ear, biting the shell of his ear.

Your tongue flicked out and traced his piercing.

“Y/N..” he growled. You could hear the warning in his voice.

“Hm? Come on it’s been a while since we had any..fun..” your hand reached around and placed it on his chest, moving your hand downward till it stopped above his belt.

“Stop.”

“Aww but come on Dabi, let me h-“

A quick swivel of his body as his hand rose and came down, striking you across the face. You quickly covered the side of your face as you stumbled back, placing a hand on the wall.

“I said to stop!” He yelled and stood up fully, fuming as his jaw was locked and shoulders tensed up. “But you couldn’t fucking listen huh?!”

“I..I was just trying to help..”

“Well stop fucking trying got it?! I don’t need your help right now! I want to be left alone!” He spat.

He said his words with venom. You could practically see the hatred dripping from his lips. His eyes were blown up in anger as his chest heaved slowly. Wisps of blue fire emitted from his hand but nothing dangerous, yet. “Leave me the fuck alone got it? Don’t come crying to me with those stupid ass puppy dog eyes.”

Tears pooled in your eyes as you held back your whimpers, clutching the material of your shorts. “I don’t appreciate you t-talking to me like that Dabi.”

“And I don’t appreciate you not knowing what the word fuck off means. Just stay the fuck away.” He snapped and stalked off towards your room, slamming the door that squeaked at its hinges.

You gasped for air as you stroked the stinging area. “He..he hit me” you whispered to yourself.

He broke your promise. He tainted your trust. Something that was once pure was now tainted with anger and hatred. You couldn’t see him anymore. Every day you internally begged him to remove his filthy mask and return back to normal somehow. You didn’t care how you wanted the old him.

You settled down on the couch, bringing your knees close to your body as you began to slowly rock back and forth, mumbling incoherent words as tears flowed. You let your head hang forward as you let out the painful sobs, digging your fingers into your scalp as you tugged on your hair.

You shakily lifted your head. Your bloodshot eyes gazed forward as you scrambled off the couch, your knees hitting the floor as you shuffled forward. “No no no no” you muttered and quickly caught the orange beauty in your cupped hands. You brought it close to your face as you let out a choked cough.

“..this is it”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

You were tired of it. After the incident of Dabi laying a hand on, he’s been distancing himself from you. He’s been less affectionate— not that he’s been affectionate lately anyway. He wouldn’t spare a glance your way, would brush you off when you tried talking to him.

You hated the bridge that was now present in your once loving home. You desperately wanted to cross it and meet him on the other side or hoping the both of you could meet in the middle once again. But it seemed that he cut the ties that held you from doing so. The once sturdy rope that held it together, was becoming looser and looser with each day that arrived.

You wiped your nose with the back of your hand as your chest heaved in anticipation. You were leaving. You couldn’t be here anymore. It wasn’t healthy anymore as it used to be. You couldn’t live on eggshells with him. You hated being on the verge of a nervous breakdown due to him being unpredictable. Whenever he would lift his hand to do anything whether it be to run his hand through his hair or grab something from the top shelf, you couldn’t stop yourself from flinching. He hurt you. In the worst possible way.

“He won’t be home for another two hours so I have enough time,” you said to no one in particular once you finished packing your necessities. You quickly looked around for a sheet of paper and a pen. You let out a deep sigh and began to write whatever came to mind. By the end of it, a tear or two landed on the paper.

You shakily lifted it to your lips and kissed it softly, folding the paper in a half and put it in an envelope with the name Dabi written on the front.

You grabbed your suitcase by its handle and placed the envelope on the table, placing a Primrose on top of it. You loved the meaning of it. Something so beautiful and simplistic.

As you reached the head of your apartment, you looked around. A pang hit your chest as you smiled sadly. You had to do this. You had to move on to something better. Someone better.

After the door shut behind you and the key underneath the mat, you stretched your arms over your head as you made your way out, leaving everything behind.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Dabi knew he was a dick. There was no excuse for the way he’s been treating you. He knew flowers were your favorite thing so he got you some— more like stole them but it was the thought that counted right?

When he laid his hand on you, he was instantly filled with regret. He processed what he had done after he heard your cry of pain. He thought the best option was to distance himself to redeem himself. He swore to protect you, to keep you out of harm's way, and make you happy. He couldn’t even protect you from himself.

He opened the door with a small smile. “Y/N?”

Silence.

He frowned and kicked his shoes off, walking towards the kitchen. “Y/N?” he called for again and placed the flowers on the table. “Come on Y/N this isn’t funny. Where are you?”

His nerves were rising as he let out a frustrated groan, running both of his hands through his hair. A white envelope and flower caught his attention. “Hm?” he let his arms fall beside him as he walked over, kneeling in front of it. He saw your once beautiful orange lily that stood tall and proud, displaying its beautiful colors, now dead and withered, not having its petals on display.”Oh man..she really liked you too..” he mumbled and piled all the dead petals.

He picked up the envelope and opened it.

Dabi,

I really don’t know where to start. I thought this is what I wanted. But I guess not. I love you. I really do, but you were changing for the worse. I couldn’t watch you go down deeper in the hole. It pains me to live on the edge. You’re bound to get caught and who knows what would happen to me. Your dying Dabi, you’re slowly killing yourself and you don’t even know. Please don’t come looking for me. I promise I’m okay, safe, and sound. Do you see that flower? It’s a Primrose. It means I can’t live without you. And I can’t live without my home, you were my home. But now I have to move on, for both of us. I love you Dabi.

- Y/N

He let the note fall on the floor as he picked up the Primrose, holding it close to his face as he analyzed it. He didn’t notice till he felt a tear trail down his face. He lifted one of his fingers and wiped it off. He growled and squeezed his eyes shut and he set the beautiful flower on fire, letting it get devoured by his flames until it turned to ash.

The most special thing he had in his life, he let walk away. He was too deep into his pride. He couldn’t just take his eyes off his ego for one second to see that you were secretly hurting because of him. And now Dabi had to pay the price of his foolishness.

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Inukag week 2020 - Loyalty (unintentionally one shot)

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He remembered how she would stop randomly and stare at some plants. Some flowers would catch her eyes and when he looked her funny she would tell him that her mother had found a book about flowers and teaching the meaning of said flowers. She told him that she was trying to learn them, said to him that here in Feudal Japan she could see so many different kind of flowers.

He didn't believe her, flowers weren't important to have meaning. She knew what he was thinking, her eyes flashing sorrow but then lighting up with amusement and determination. He guessed she saw it in his eyes (his disbelief), that was a surprise, no one looked him in the eyes, be it because of fear or disgust or simple because he didn't matter, but she looked him in the eyes. Like looking to the flowers and trying to remember them.

She took his hand and pulled him more deeper into the woods finding a small clearing and there so many flowers. He counted 3 different kinds. She looked at them, said to him that some or other were for weddings and good luck.

Unimportant.

But some kind of pompous, very round and with a very red, very vibrant color took his attention, she followed his gaze and kneading closer to the flower she told him that it was a chrysanthemum, it's meaning depending on the color. A red chrysanthemum meant 'deep passion'. He remembered blushing by his choice back then, remembered cursing his idiotic impulse and taking a step back. He was an idiot.

She didn't pay him attention and still explained what chrysanthemum with other colors meant. He saw her hand delicately grabbing a small one that was hidden behind the red ones. A small white bud with its petals still wrapping on itself was now on the front, so contrasting with the reds ones as a background. It looked strange, fragile. Almost like her.

- The white ones means loyalty and honesty

He remembered staying there, frozen by her eyes when they locked with his.

He was an idiot, but he would known how deep, how much he didn't understood after she was gone.

That memory was so many moons back.

Why would he recall that particular memory?

Did the white flower survive the winter? Stupid question, flowers die in winter, they die every year.

They leave seeds Inuyasha, that way they can grow again - his mother once told him. You just have to take care of them, water them, protect them from heavy rain and wind, some animals would eat the seed, so you have to watch them too... How did he remember that from her mother? It was so long ago, when he lived with her in the castle. He asked her that because she would tend the garden and he would follow her. He tried to learn too so he could help her.

He never got the chance.

Before he could comprehend, he was searching for that clearing.

It took him a week to spot it.

It took him another week to return to it and enter.

The sun was up high in the sky and animals were loud. The flowers were blooming but no white flower was on sight.

No white chrysanthemum.

It was meant to be. That one time they were there only one white bud grew.

Only one.

He remembered her saying that it was rare, for one white to be among reds. In general white flowers in the wild were few, something about recessive genes or something, point was they were 'weak' when growing with another color.

He didn't return to that clearing.

He didn't return to that clearing after 3 moons.

He would take care of them, would take care of the flowers, specially the chrysanthemums.

With his mother in his memory as a guide he took them throughout fall and winter.

The next spring he was nervous. Would he see a white chrysanthemum?

They took their sweet time to grow.

Bastards

This was not his expertise, he was not a patient person. He was known for his temper and foul mouth.

Every day he entered the clearing he would curse. Red chrysanthemum, very red, very vibrant very not white.

Red chrysanthemums, deep passion. That was his flower, from the moment he pointed them out he cursed himself.

He loved her, loved her so much it hurts him.

He still loves her.

He would protect the white flower, the seeds could still be there, in the soil. He would cling to her memory, to her words and voice, to her scent and manners, to her love to him.

He would not abandon them, refused to forget her.

More time passed and he would appear in the clearing, tending the flowers, protecting the soil and remembering.

Almost spring again, he could see red buds, he didn't fret. He would and could do this until 500 years to the future, to her. He tended the flowers like always, every free time he had.

A summer rain hit the area. He was working with the monk in a village, when he finished the low demon he sprinted to the clearing, not wanting for the flowers to drown.

Most of the flowers were okay although some smaller ones were drown, too little for the small puddle formed under them and to fragile to stand the drops from the rain.

Knowing that he spun to the chrysanthemums, kneading to see better. A red blanket met his eyes... odd... they were forming a blanket. Call him crazy but it looked like a shield, like his fire rat clothes.

A gasp.

Red chrysanthemums, big, bright, pompous red chrysanthemums, shielding with its petals and their leafs a white bud.

A white bud.

Wait.

Three white buds!

Brats

He didn't leave the clearing until night, making sure the water from the rain wouldn't drown them and making a little trim to some leafs to let the sun through.

He dreamed with white chrysanthemums and warm smiles, a hair so soft and shiny that the petals would fall. Eyes like star and sweet touches.

He couldn't belive she had returned to his time, couldn't stop smiling just for her and couldn't wait to show her his little garden. When they arrived she remembered the place, remembered what she taught him about the flowers.

She told him that in her time she waited for the well to open again, waited for him to show and waited for the tree of ages to let her return, to let her see him one last time. She told him that she waited three years. Loved him for three years... and still does.

He waited three years too, waiting for her to return to him, waiting for her so he could tell her about his feelings, waiting for her because he now understand that she is for him and he is for her.

Thinking that he understood that perhaps the white and red chrysanthemums weren't exclusively to one of them, that perhaps they belonged together for ever, ment to be together, like deep passion and loyalty and honesty were them, together, blending in one another. Because after all he was tending for this flower three years because of the love he had and has for her but also because he never thought that any other being could be more fitting than her to spend all their live together.

Preparations were made, a house were built and things bough.

She appeared in a white kimono with flowers embroidered in purple and yellow (thank you Sesshoumaru, no, I'm not going to babysit your ward), red chrysanthemums adorning her hair and handfuls of whites and red in a bouquet (some kind of tradition of her time). Under the massive tree of ages vows were exchange and smiles were in everyone faces.

Their house was near his forest with space enough to plant medical herbs and their flowers.

Their child would play and make crowns of say flowers for the three of them. Always a chrysanthemum, white or red on either crown.

#Inuyasha #inukag week #fanfiction #oneshot #i now undestand how one idea can be like a snow ball falling #my respect to the authors #loyalty #I'm not gonna lie i made myself cry #let them be happy

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Steven Universe Alternate Future chapter 6: Why so Blue? (originally published on January 11, 2021)

Author's Note: This is one chapter I've been excited to write. In my opinion, Lapis is my favorite character because aside from having cool powers and being pretty, I also relate to her a lot because I've been through a lot of suffering like her. Though thankfully, I wasn't caught up in warfare, trapped in a mirror for thousands of years, and finally released only to be trapped in a walking, talking abusive relationship under the sea; just some standard bullying by people who love pushing my buttons, being framed for something I obviously didn't do that forced me to drop out of my first high school following first semester of freshman year. But enough about my life story, onto my #1 Gem waifu!

Synopsis: Steven and Lapis try to confront a pair of Lapises that continue terraforming worlds.

Cast:

Zach Callison as Steven

Jennifer Paz as Lapis Lazuli, Mean Lapis, Nice Lapis

Amy Sedaris as Blue Zircon

"Thanks for the help Lapis." Steven thanked Lapis Lazuli as they planted some new flowers in his conservatory. "These blue hyacinth flowers really tie the place together."

"You're welcome, Steven," Lapis replied with a smile. "Peridot helped me pick these out from the greenhouse. You know, it's funny. The two of us didn't get along at first, me more than Peridot to be honest, but thanks to you, we're basically inseparable."

"Aw shucks Lapis, was nothing." Steven blushed, just as the communication console nearby began to light up. "Hang on, I think this one's for me."

When Steven turned it on, a particular Gem who he barely got to know greeted him. "Oh hey, you're that Zircon from my trial! How are things?"

"Going pretty good." The defense Zircon answered. "Ever since the other Zircon and I were unbubbled at the start of Era 3, we've left our lawyer days behind in favor of politics. With the Diamonds essentially no longer in power, Homeworld had decided to turn to democracy when the caste system was dissolved."

"It's nice to hear some more good news," Lapis interjected. "but why did you call us?"

"Oh yes, that." Blue Zircon realized before she conjured up a hologram with her monocle. "Rumor has it that despite the caste system's end, there are at least two Gems who continue to terraform regardless of the end of colonization. Last we heard, they were busy remodeling the former Blue Diamond colony Aozul 2."

"Wait, terraform?" Lapis said with surprise at the mention of her old duties. "Are they other Lapis Lazulis by any chance?"

"Yes, that is why I contacted you today." Blue Zircon continued explaining. "Why do you ask?"

"I think I might remember them from when I was a terraformer." Lapis revealed, before she turned to the Warp Pad. "That's why I'm coming with you, Steven."

"Alright then." Steven agreed. "Who knows? Maybe we can get them to come to Little Homeschool."

"I'm not too sure about that, Steven." Lapis nervously replied before they stepped on the Warp Pad and activated it, taking off for Aozul 2.

On the other Warp Pad that dropped Steven and Lapis off was Aozul 2, a gorgeous-looking moon orbiting a yellow planet thriving with unique wildlife. Though the pair was amazed by the nature around them, they still had a mission to do.

"Let's not get distracted, this may not take long." Steven said as he stepped off the Pad. "Most Gems come around pretty quickly when I invite them to Little Homeworld in person."

"What a beautiful place." Lapis muttered in awe, distracting her from the strange little native creature they almost stepped on. "Wait!"

Looking down, Steven and Lapis found a cute flower bud-like alien with its petals opened up. "Whoa, thanks for the save Lapis." Steven thanked his blue buddy before kneeling to pet the creature. "Hey, little buddy."

The creature closed its petals in fright and raced into a nearby bush, making more of its kind nervously emerge in front of Steven. "It's okay Flower Buddies." He chuckled at his name for the creatures as they began to crawl all over him, now no longer seeing the boy as a danger. "Haha, whoa now!"

"Wow, Steven, it took you all of five seconds to make a new friend. You must be getting rusty." Lapis commented as she approached the Flower Buddy resting in Steven's arms and began to pet it gently. "You know, I used to never notice creatures like this. Before arriving on Earth, I used to not think twice about terraforming, never taking a moment to appreciate what I was destroying." The Buddy smiled at Lapis and began to open its petals for her as well. "Life is so precious. And these guys remind me of Pumpkin in particular."

The other Buddies began to blossom, only to just as quickly close up their petals as the silhouette of a figure similar to Lapis zoomed over them.

"Uh, Steven?" Lapis brought her friend's attention to the figures flying around and conjuring up water to cause untold chaos upon Aozul 2.

After putting the Flower Buddy down, Steven made his way to the edge of a cliff to get a better look at the pair. From what he could gather, one of the Lapides had her gemstone on her stomach, darker colored skin and hair than the one he knew, the hair was done up in a ponytail, and had gold-colored freckles on her cheeks. The other Lapis had her gem on her shoulder, light azure skin, and medium-blue curly hair.

"So, the rumors were true." Steven wondered as the pair of Lapises continued their path of destruction, laughing all the way.

"You think that Zircon called us because they didn't get your message?" Lapis asked Steven while gazing upon the terraformers' progress.

"I'm sure they did." Steven replied assuredly. "Everyone did, but I'll try and get them to stop."

"This may be harder than you think." Lapis added as her fellow Lazulis flew closer to the pair, using their powers to cut a massive rock in half and terrifying the Flower Buddies.

"Hey, stop!" Steven called to the blue Gems, who reacted to their work's sudden intrusion by preparing to launch a massive tidal wave at the pair. Steven was ready however, and defended himself and Lapis with his shield.

"Wait, that's Steven Universe!" the ponytailed Lapis cried as she grabbed her partner's arm. "And is that who I think it is with him?"

"He's smaller than I thought." The curly-haired Lapis replied when she came to the same realization as her fellow Lazuli. "No way!"

"You guys!" Lapis squealed in delight, causing the other two to cheer happily as well. "Oh my gosh, it's been ages!" she yelled as the two Lapises raced down to hug her. "I haven't seen you two since I was sent down to Earth!"

"Wait, you all know each other?" Steven asked the three terraformers.

"Yeah, we go way back with ol' 3E8C-4XF here." The stomach gem Lapis remarked. "That's her facet and cut, by the way. I'm 2F8D-9ZE, and Curls here is 1J9G-5KL."

"Yeah, the three of us were an unstoppable terraforming trio back in the day." 1J9G-5KL snidely explained with a flip of her hair. "Tearing planets apart, taking names, and looking cool while doing it!"

"But then I was given a solo mission to Earth, which was how I got caught up in the Rebellion, and here we are." Lapis continued for her old friends.

"We're just so glad you're okay!" 2F8D-9ZE exclaimed happily. "So anyway, what do you think? We're just about almost done with this world. Exemplary work, no?"

"And we don't need the extra help." 1J9G-5KL said meanly. "So it was nice catching up, but please, ta-ta."

"Look, we came here because you gotta stop." Steven explained to the Lapides. "The Diamonds don't control you anymore. Didn't you get my message?"

"Yeah, we did." Freckles nodded.

"So, you don't have to terraform for them anymore." Steven continued. "You're free to do whatever you want now! In fact, we want to offer you the chance to come learn at Little Homescho-"

"Oh, so this is all some big misunderstanding?" Freckles interrupted Steven.

"This has got to be a joke." Curls rolled her eyes. "Like, terraforming is what we like to do, and now you're saying we shouldn't do it anymore?!"

"Oh, here we go." Lapis groaned. "1J9G was always pretty passionate about her work."

"You're getting it wrong." Steven tried to ease the tension. "You can do whatever you like! As long as nothing gets destroyed and nobody gets hurt."

"That's not what you said a sec ago!" Curls pointed out. Freckles tried to speak, but Curls shushed her by forcing her mouth shut with a finger. "Are you listening to yourself right now?"

"Why should we stop?" Freckles lowered Curls' finger to ask.

"Because it's wrong!" Lapis answered, becoming irritated with her former partners' behavior.

"Wait, wait, wait." Freckles said, gesturing to the destruction she and Curls caused. "How can what we were made to do suddenly be soo-oo taboo now? At least let us get back to work, we're almost done with Aozul 2 here!"

"Team huddle?" Steven nervously muttered to Lapis.

"Team huddle." Lapis replied, slowly retreating into the cobalt-leafed forest away from the other Lapides. "We'll be back with you in a bit, girlfriends."

"You're right. This is harder than usual." Steven said to Lapis as they hid in the bushes.

"You've gotta force them to stop." Lapis suggested while spying on her old friends from the foliage. "This is definitely gonna be a fight. They're not nice like what I became. 1J9G was always the alpha of our little trio, ordering us around and treating lower-ranked Gems like trash. 2F8D, on the other hand was more of the follower, as loyal to 1J9G as a Pearl is to their Diamond. I, on the other hand, was essentially the third wheel, mostly existing to follow along with them."

"So you guys were basically high school mean girls?" Steven compared Lapis's former situation to fiction. "Did any of you play the Gem version of croquet in your spare time, or wear pink on Wednesdays?"

"This is nothing like those movies, Steven." Lapis stated.

"Well maybe like those girls in the movies, they just don't know what they're doing isn't nice." Steven tried to assure his azure friend. "You get it, what made things click for you?"

"A cycle of horrible torture that I came close to repeating myself." Lapis gravely answered, much to Steven's fright. "But also like, living in nature and making meep morps."

"Yeah, that's it!" Steven cheered quietly. "Come on, we can do that for them."

"C'mon, not even a little torture?" Lapis asked while squeezing her hands together.

"No torture, just the other stuff." Steven decided against any lethal force before he and Lapis returned to the water Gems.

"Geez, what's taking those two so long?" the Mean Lapis asked impatiently while waiting for Steven and her fellow Lapis to return.

"I'm starting to get wet here." The Nice Lapis added, prompting her curly-haired buddy to turn to her with a raised eyebrow of disbelief. "I'm trying to make it a catchphrase. It depends on the context, in this case, I'm getting bored."

"Well, I urge you not to make that happen." 1J9G commanded, just as Steven and Lapis finally reemerged from the bushes, waving to them while walking backwards. "Oh, look who finally decided to come back."

"Okay, we've come to a decision." Steven declared. "Why don't we show you fun things you can do on Earth other than causing mass destruction?"

"Should we listen to him?" 1J9G asked 2F8D.

"He's only half-Diamond, so maybe we should half-listen to him." 2F8D suggested.

"I'll take that as a yes." Steven answered, trying to hide his eye twitching at being called a mere half-Diamond, before taking the two terraformers into the forest. "Let's go."

Once within the extraterrestrial woods, Steven began to show the Lapides around, trying to get them to appreciate the beauty of nature. "It's a beautiful day here. Fresh air, pretty trees, peaceful wildlife. Any life-changing epiphanies yet?"

"It's so bright." 2F8D observed as she gazed directly into the sun.

"No duh, Too-Eff." 1J9G rudely replied while poking on a leaf with a stick. "I only prefer two colors, rocks and mud. Right?"

"Well, I have to admit," 2F8D said as she continued looking at the sun. "that sun is a real pretty shade of-"

"I said, right 2F8D?" 1J9G cut her friend off.

"Uh yeah, rocks and mud!" 2F8D laughed nervously, her pupils rapidly darting around while holding her hands behind her back.

"I understand you don't see the beauty with this, but I know you will with time, girls." Lapis said. "There was a time where I didn't appreciate organic life as well, much like you guys. But I learned of how beautiful it can be. Maybe you can try something like this."

Gazing at the small puddle of mud in front of her, Lapis began to conjure up a strange shape from the wet dirt.

"This is what we call art, or in Lapis's terms, a meep morp." Steven demonstrated. "And it can be made out whatever you want to be, whether it be nature or just random junk you find lying around."

"So you can do whatever you want with your powers," 1J9G asked. "but you choose to make junk."

"It doesn't have to be like that." Lapis answered, continuing to toy with the mud. "You can make anything with a little imagination."

As an example, Lapis shifted the mud to take the form of a lawnchair for Steven to sit on, along with a drink and sunglasses. When Steven drank out of the mud-made cup, he immediately spat it out.

"So lifelike, I almost forgot!" Steven exclaimed in realization as the mud fell apart.

"That's it?" 1J9G muttered with a tilt of her head.

"It's more satisfying than you think it is." Lapis claimed. "Go ahead, give it a shot."

"But what can we make?" 2F8D asked, scratching her chin as she examined the wilderness around them.

"Didn't you listen, dummy?" 1J9G responded while conjuring up some water. "They said we could make anything!"

"Right, anything!" 2F8D said as the two turned the water into the shape of a ball. "I totally knew that."

"That's it!" Lapis cheered for her former friends. "Try making some other shapes, it can be anything you want!"

The Lapides listened as they made the water ball grow spikes before flattening it into a sawblade that they tossed in-between Steven & Lapis, cutting down a mountain behind them in two.

"Wow, you just made our jobs easier!" 1J9G cackled and pointed at the fallen rock behind the two Crystal Gems.

"We'll have this planet cleaned up in no time!" 2F8D agreed with a laugh.

"Steven, this isn't working." Lapis muttered fearfully, prompting Steven to try something else.

"Looks like you two still have some energy to let out." Steven laughed. "Maybe you should try something more physical, like dancing!"

"Dance?" 1J9G wondered while Steven pulled out his phone. "And what is that thing in your hand?"

"Just watch us." Steven stated as he turned on some funky music for he and Lapis to dance to on his phone, as another demonstration to the Lapides. Although 1J9G was unimpressed, she noticed 2F8D starting to get into the groove as she swayed her arms from side to side.

Steven and Lapis took this as a breakthrough and continued dancing to the music, but then their gems started to glow by complete accident. "WHOA!" they exclaimed in unison, stopping their dance to keep the glowing down.

"Almost fused there, Lapis." Steven chuckled.

"Yeah, wouldn't want a repeat of Peridot." Lapis replied.

"Uh, who's Peridot?" 1J9G asked while ordering 2F8D to stop dancing with a mean look.

"Only Lapis's best friend!" Steven exclaimed with a hand on his Lapis's shoulder.

"Yeah, you can meet all types of people on Earth, humans and Gems." Lapis said. "Peridot and I got off on the wrong foot because when we first met, I was basically her hostage in an invasion of Earth." She continued explaining. "But over time, we grew closer thanks to Steven's influence and even had our own home in this little barn, but then due to circumstances I'd rather not get into at the moment, we just kinda drifted apart for a bit. We did eventually get back together, but when Little Homeschool first started, we unfortunately didn't have as much time to enjoy our shared inter-"

Before Lapis could finish, the other Lapises started laughing. "Really, you and a low-class Gem like a Peridot?!" 1J9G guffawed, forcing the primary Lapis to scowl at the pair.

"What's next, an Aquamarine fusing with a Ruby?!" 2F8D let out a loud wheeze.

"Funny story, actually." Steven began, but 1J9G cut him off.

"Look, we don't wanna hear anymore, kid." The Lapis snarked. "We know you want to do what's best for everyone or some stupid stuff like that, but we decided on what's best for us, and that's terraforming." She stated. "Now, please, run along back to your little school before you make me slap your face off."

"Geez, Jay-Nine, no need to threaten him like that." 2F8D tried to convince her pal otherwise.

"He's threatening our way of life, you clod!" 1J9G yelled at 2F8D, who reflexively knelt and cowered. "If you think a little kid like him is right, then why don't you come with them?"

"Gee, 2F8D has real bad taste in friends." Steven whispered to Lapis.

"It's like I said, One-Jay really liked to order us around." Lapis replied. "She also really doesn't like it whenever what she says gets questioned."

"Now, if you'll excuse us 3E8C," 1J9G finally said while turning away from her belligerent friend. "we're gonna go back to work, so no more interruptions."

"Y-yeah, let's get back to it!" 2F8D meekly added.

Ironically, the pair was stopped from flying away when Lapis finally spoke up. "I get it." She said to her old friends. "All this won't make you feel good right away, maybe not even at all. You guys are just afraid of change after thousands of years doing one thing, but they can help you navigates new ways of feeling. If you aren't into dancing, maybe singing would be more your speed."

Lapis prepared to demonstrate, but then she started hesitating for a bit. But thanks to some encouragement from Steven, she worked up the bravery and finally started to sing. "Oooo-ooo-oooh, why so bluuuu-uuuu-uuue? So many shades of sorrow got mixed into my hue." Lapis began. "And each new moment just astounds me, so much I wanna do. I finally feel my colors shining through."

The other Lapides began following their former friend as she gazed into her reflection in a puddle. "I'm tired of the fighting, I'm tired of the blame." Lapis continued as she reminisced on her struggles. "That mirror was a prison, and fusion was the same. What's with these new sensations that suddenly appear?! Deep as the roaring ocean, free as the atmosphere!"

Racing away from the puddle, Lapis excitedly pushed back some leaves to show her ex-partners more of Aozul 2's beauty as her song reached its high point. "Oooo-ooo-oooh, why so bluuuu-uuuu-uuue? So many different reasons, but are they really true?" Lapis began to finish as she knelt to watch the Flower Buddies surrounding her. "I wanna keep on going, wanna be right here with you. I'd love to see your colors shining throoooo-ooough." The Buddy that made its territory in Lapis's lap then blossomed for her. "I'd love to see your colors shining through."

Despite what Steven and Lapis believed the song would do, 1J9G laughed mockingly at her, and 2F8D was ordered to do the same with a poke to the elbow. "You really expect us to dance and sing like we're Pearls?!" 1J9G said derisively. "Look, Steven Universe, you already got 3E8C doing it for you! I mean, did you make her like this, or was she this much of a loser?!"

"You never bothered to ask what I liked back in the day!" Lapis angrily said before her curly-bobbed ex-friend grabbed her by the shirt collar.

"Listen 3E8C," 1J9G commanded Lapis just as angrily. "you and that so-called Diamond are going to leave this planet so we can get back to doing what we want to do, not be reconditioned into following everything you say with a dumb song! End, of, discussion."

"You don't have to be so cruel!" Steven yelled at 1J9G. "And you don't have to be such a horrible friend ei-"

"Did I stutter?" 1J9G continued as she glared daggers at Steven before turning away from him. "Come on 2F8D, let's get back to work."

"Yeah, see ya." 2F8D replied and said farewell to Steven before they flew off. "It was wet seeing you again 3E8C!"

"CONTEXT!" 1J9G yelled.

Steven was just about ready to give up, but Lapis just started angrily as her fellow Lapides got back to terraforming. "That's it!" she declared. "I've had enough of you two!"

"But, you promised we wouldn't fight!" a worried Steven reminded Lapis.

"If we had done this my way, we could've gotten this done way earlier!" Lapis replied before she flew up to her former friends. "Hey girls, that's enough!"

"Oh, look who it is." 1J9G grinned sneakily.

"You finally come to give us a hand?" 2F8D asked.

"You could say that." Lapis smiled before she spawned a pair of water hands from below, and used them to flick 1J9G and 2F8D away.

"Did she just do that?" 2F8D said, recoiling from the attack.

"Yeah, she did." 1J9G replied as she got an idea. "So, you can make hands, huh?" she said as she and her beleaguered partner formed a water hand of their own. "Okay if we try?"

The giant hand slapped Lapis away towards Steven, who summoned his shield to catch her and protect himself from the water. "Lapis," Steven cried. "are you okay?"

"I'm okay, just stay out of this!" Lapis demanded Steven before she flew back up and sprouted another pair of water wings that she turned into fists. "DORARARARARARARARARARARARA!" She yelled while unleashing her fury on 1J9G. "DORA!"

1J9G was thrust out of the sky and almost crashed onto the ground, until 2F8D caught her with a water hand.

"You alright?" 2F8D said sympathetically.

"I'm fine, you big baby." 1J9G growled and rubbed her head just as Lapis tried to restrain the two with chains made of water, but were nimbly dodged. "Water chains?"

"You really need to stop teaching us these wet new things!" 2F8D giggled, invoking another angry glare from 1J9G, before they created chains of their own to restrain Lapis and pin her to the cliff face.

"Lapis!" Steven cried for his Beach Summer Fun Buddy.

"We really gotta hand it to you." 2F8D said. "This new stuff you're showing us isn't actually useless."

Once again, the Lapides created a sawblade. But this time, instead of chopping a mountain in two, they had darker intentions for it. The blade was tossed straight at the seemingly powerless Lapis, and Steven couldn't help but watch.

"OH NO!" Steven yelled. But suddenly, the saw stopped right in front of Lapis's face and was reduced back into droplets as the earth shook around everyone. Water from all around began to surround her, washing over the other terraformers along the way as Lapis formed a massive watery figure wielding a harpoon around her.

"WHO'S DULL NOW?!" Lapis boomed, terrifying 2F8D into hugging 1J9G for protection while Lapis prepared to land the killing blow. "WHO'S PITIFUL NOW?!"

However, when Lapis turned to Steven with a sadistic grin, his disappointed expression made her realize what she's become. After the water figure fell apart, Lapis returned to the cliff's edge in exhaustion.

"You okay?" Steven asked while having one of the Flower Buddies in his arms.

"I'm fine." Lapis answered as the Buddy jumped into her embrace. "Sorry about losing control there."

As the water receded, the Lapides sat there stunned as Steven and Lapis flew down to face them.

"It's over now." Lapis declared to her ex-friends. "No more fighting. Okay?"

"Fine by me." 1J9G said with a smirk.

"Yeah, that was so wet back there!" 2F8D smiled earnestly, with Lapis giving her a confused stare this time.

"And no more terraforming too. Promise?" Lapis suggested.

"Oh, we'll do anything you say now!" 2F8D exclaimed cheerfully.

"After that ridiculous show of strength, we're at your command!" 1J9G added.

"No, that wasn't strength!" Lapis said hotly. "That was weakness! Patience takes strength; restraint takes strength!" Before Lapis could finish, she just decided to stop and walked away. "And I don't have the strength to deal with you anymore."

Before he could follow Lapis, Steven fished some brochures from his jacket pocket that he handed to the Lapides. "Here, have some Little Homeschool brochures. In case you change your mind." He offered before walking off after her.

After Steven and Lapis left Aozul 2, 1J9G and 2F8D sat on a rock reading through the brochures Steven gave them. While 2F8D was growing interested in the opportunities Little Homeschool had for her, 1J9G wasn't amused.

"So what, it's not just dancing and singing like Pearls?" 1J9G complained. "We have to do all this other junk too? This totally goes against what we were made for!"

"Yeah, but as Steven said, we can do whatever we want now!" 2F8D exclaimed as she pointed at some of the activities. "Like, gardening, for example! Isn't that wet?"

"Stop trying to make 'wet' happen!" 1J9G yelled. "It's never going to happen!"

After having her attempts at a catchphrase ruined, 2F8D clenched her fist and worked up some courage to tell her so-called friend the truth. "Hey, Little Homeschool also gives us opportunities to make new friends outside of our old castes. And I mean actual friends, not Gems who relentlessly pick on you for the stupidest of things."

"Is this about our bond?" 1J9G growled. "I'm totally your friend! I just have a different way of expressing it!"

"Yeah, well, Steven treats 3E8C with some level of respect and kindness!" 2F8D argued back. "You ever heard of either of those terms before?"

"This isn't funny Two-Eff." 1J9G growled. "We are not going to that stupid school. And you will stick with me, no matter what! End. Of. Discussion!"

However, 1J9G realized a bit too late that 2F8D had already left her, and was already racing to the Warp Pad with one of the Flower Buddies under her arm.

"Sorry One-Jay, but I'm going off to learn how to be nice to people!" 2F8D said rapidly before the Warp Pad took her away from Aozul 2. "OKAY, BYYYYYEEE!"

And so, 1J9G was left utterly alone on the blue-colored moon. Alone and positively furious. As she began angrily chopping down trees with her powers, a black dropship slowly dropped into Aozul's atmosphere.

Night fell by the time Steven and Lapis finally returned to Little Homeschool. Still guilty for giving in to her anger, Lapis sat forlornly on the Warp Pad, only for Steven to seat himself next to her.

"I wish I hadn't done that." Lapis moaned. "They just reminded me so much of myself, and how I acted in the past. All high and mighty with no regard for anyone but myself."

"Hey, don't beat yourself up." Steven gave his blue friend a comforting smile. "You've grown a lot since I first broke you out of that mirror, but everything takes time. It's not your fault those two are still stuck in their ways."

As Lapis smiled back, the Warp Pad activated once again. This time, 2F8D stood behind them, and a Flower Buddy peeked from behind her. "Hey, is this that school you were talking about?" 2F8D asked sheepishly. "One-Jay and I had a disagreement, so now I want to learn what real friends are like."

The Flower Buddy stepped up from behind 2F8D and nuzzled itself on Lapis's leg. "I also brought this little guy along as a way of saying sorry." 2F8D continued. "Hope you like him."

"I love him." Lapis said as she picked the Buddy up. "Thanks Zuli."

"Zuli?" the Lapis now known as Zuli asked.

"Yeah, 2F8D might be hard to remember." Lapis explained. "Just came up with that nickname off the top of my head. You like it?"

"I love it!" Zuli cheered. "So, when can I start school?"

"Doesn't matter." Steven answered.

"Yeah, welcome to Earth." Lapis responded.

Back on Aozul 2, 1J9G continued terraforming the little moon to vent her stress, leaving a trail of fallen trees and small dirt canyons in her wake.

"I can't believe that freckled clod just ditched me like that!" 1J9G shrieked furiously. "She just fell for that kid's games, and then ran off!" Amid her ranting, the curly-haired Lapis began to cry. "Is this how he gets his sick kicks, just tearing apart friendships like that?! I'm gonna make him pay for stealing my friends when I find him again!"

Just then, some of the trees 1J9G didn't chop down started rustling, frightening her. "Who's there?" she began panicking. "Did you realize you made a huge mistake and come crawling back to me?"

However, 1J9G realized she wasn't talking to 2F8D. Instead, a large, grey hand with a white topaz on the back emerged from the foliage, and reached out for her.

Ominous, isn't it?! This was real great to write, especially since as mentioned above, Why so Blue is my favorite episode of Future. Hope you liked how I expanded on the Lapises and their backstory, and are excited for what I got next. Because on the next chapter of Steven Universe: Alternate Future, we aren't moving onto Little Graduation, that's the start of Part 2. Instead, we get onto cut content territory with Rhodonite's backstory at last. In the meantime, I'd really like this series to get mentioned on TV Tropes like my other written works.

#steven universe #steven universe future #fanfiction #steven universe alternate future #steven quartz universe #lapis lazuli #nice lapis #mean lapis

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too-much-sunshine · 3 years

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Fangs for the Hospitality

Chapter 5

Summary: After Roman leaves his family reunion mad at Remus, his car breaks down. The huge snow storm forces him into the forest hes always been told to stay away from. Who will he meet? And why are they being so nice? Most importantly, why are his teeth so sharp?

A/N: My self-indulgent magic/vampire fic! Let me know if I need to tag something or you wanna be tagged!

Relationship: Familial DAM, Eventual Roceit, Eventual Intrulogical

Warnings (per chapter): Some Panicky thoughts from Roman, mention of late parents, reference to homophobia/transphobia (Romans family just sucks),

Catch up!: Master list, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Word Count: 3241

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Roman opened his eyes to light shining in his face. It wasn't extremely unpleasant since it was warm, but his eyes burning was something he didn't want to continue. He rolled to the side of the bed and faced a...fireplace? Oh yeah...He was in a random person's house...after almost freezing to death..in the middle of a scary forest…

‘If I wasn't terrified, I’d make the joke that Remus would be so jealous.’ Roman thought as he slowly sat up in the bed. It seems the person he'd met last night was right about sleeping to gain strength back. He could actually use his arms now.

Sitting up he realized the room looked very different in the light of the day then in the dark of night. It was very nicely put together. The walls were a nice pale yellow with the beams in the ceiling exposed to show the nice dark lacquer. The furniture of the room matched the dark coloring of the exposed wood with some red and gold accents as well. The room looked regal, and expensive, dramatic even. Roman felt a bit out of place.

Roman closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He took a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. He still felt a bit out of his wits, but he was starting to calm down a bit in the quiet of the morning.

“Hello!!” A loud voice said from his right.

This caused Roman to startle so bad he was within inches of falling off the bed. Most of the sense of calmness he worked up immediately was lost in a matter of seconds. Roman brought his hand up to his rapidly beating heart as he took gulping breaths in.

“Oh no! Don’t worry! I’m not here to hurt you! I just wanted to say hi and actually meet you! You kinda died last time we met and I just wanted to make sure you are okay! Daddy says you just got really really cold and when I’m really cold I like warm hugs but I’ve been told that I’m supposed to ask people if they want a hug first but I couldn't ask you because you fell asleep.” The child took a deep breath since they had not since they started speaking.

Roman took a long moment to catch up to what the child had said. They just spoke so fast with such expressiveness Roman couldn't keep up. Let alone he was sure this room was empty not a minute before the child had spoken.

The child stood in the corner of the room with an amazingly bright smile. They rocked back a forth on their heels making their curly brown hair bounce around with them. The child was wearing light blue overall with a pastel yellow shirt that had white flowers embroidered on it. They looked to be around 8 years old and if Roman remembered correctly this was the kid that opened the door last night. Did he ever get their name? He couldn't remember.

Roman realized that the child was waiting for an answer to their question. Their question to….Oh! Hug Roman. They wanted a hug. From Roman? And he doesn't even remember the kids name. But the longer Roman took to answer the more the kid was looking dejected. Panicking, Roman answered them.

“Umm. I...Suppose?” Roman slowly opened his arms.

The child's face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning and climbed up the bed. The speed at which this child climbed up to him surprised Roman a little. They crawled into Romans arms and burrowed their face into Romans chest. Roman sat frozen for a long minute, then slowly lowered his arms around the small child.

For someone so small, they were quite warm. Roman couldn't remember the last time he had had a real hug. Distantly he thought about how it was kind of sad that the first hug he could remember was from a child that he didn't even know the name of. But he pushed that thought aside and squeezed the small child a little tighter.

He was very surprised at how trusting this child was. He was basically a stranger to this kid and yet they were so...comfortable around him. He had never met someone so trusting, even for a child.

“You know there's a spell on your door, right?” The child spoke suddenly, interrupting Romans thoughts and still huddled close.

“Oh there is, is there? How so?” Roman smirked. He missed the whimsical way children would speak. This one must have a big imagination. Much like Roman did when he was their age.

“You can’t see it? Look!” The child turned and shuffled so he was still close to Roman, but was now seated at his side under his arm.

They then pointed at the door and looked up at Roman with big, excited eyes.

“Look at the door! There's a yellow outline around it! That means daddy put a spell on it!” The child smiled brightly, then suddenly it turned into a childish pout. “I don’t know what it is though. I haven't been able to find out cause I’m not good at magic.” They huffed as they crossed their arms.

“Aww hey bud don’t say that! I’m sure you’ll get better. You just need some practice is all! Do you have a wand or something? Maybe I can help you!” Roman replied, smiling at the kid. Their eyes started to shine with unbridled excitement.

“You know magic!?” They asked, jumping off the bed.

“Of course I do! I’m a Prince after all! All princes know magic in some way! I just haven't practiced in a long time so forgive me if I’m a bit rusty.” Roman said with a smile as he also finally got out of bed. He got to his feet just fine, though he still felt a little weak. Though it was something he could easily brush off, the room was spinning a bit. But he had a child to entertain! And playing pretend was Romans favorite game. Roman took a deep breath and pushed past his slight weakness.

Roman walked to stand near the kid at the foot of the bed.

“Now! Where is this wand of yours?” He asked the excitable child.

“Oh, I don’t have one! Dad said that I draw my magic from the earth and stuff. So anything thats alive I can draw my power from!” They said with a big toothy grin, striking a power pose.

“Wow that's really cool! You must have been doing this magic stuff for a long time to know so much.” Roman praised. He would admit that was quite detailed for a child. But being this far out in the woods he's sure he could come up with some expensive magic lore as well.

“Well yea,” the child said, “Dad said I was born a witch!”

Roman continued to smile and nod even though he didn't quite understand. The person he talked to last night seemed quite nice. Definitely not the type to call their child a witch from birth. Though that's a pretty small insult so the child most likely didn't understand. He supposed he didn't actually know the person… Maybe he wasn't as kind as he had originally thought.

Roman thought it best to continue to play along with the child. They seemed to be having fun and Roman had to admit that he was also getting a bit into the game of make-believe. “Well that is really cool! I myself was born a Prince as you were born a witch. But not too long ago an evil woman tried to take away my title! So I ran away to live on my own and chose to keep my name as Prince Roman.” As Roman told his short tale the child listened with rapt attention.

“Woooww! That's amazing you must be so stroongg!! That lady must be so mean! I’m gonna beat her up for you!” They brought their fists up to show their...lack luster strength. But Roman appreciated the sentiment.

“That's okay kid. I don’t think I’m gonna see her again. I don’t want to go back there anymore anyway. Now! Let's do some magic! Show what you can do!”

“Okay!” They said. “But…” The child got really close to Roman and pulled him down by the sleeve to whisper in his ear. “Don’t tell my dad. He doesn’t like when I do magic in the house when he can’t watch.”

Roman smiled at the new seriousness that the child took on. Roman mimicked the same eer a well.

“You have a Prince's honor.” Roman said as he raised his right arm.

The kid gave him a once over. Seemingly finding what they were looking for, they took a step back and closed their eyes.They took several deep breaths and held their hands palm up in front of themself. While continuing to breath, they started to sway a bit.

Roman continued watching closely to see how long this kid was gonna commit to the whole ‘I can do magic’ thing. He was waiting for something small to happen, like a creek in the floorboards or a sudden draft, to blame on the kid. He would of course hype it up to say they moved a mountain or caused an incoming storm.

But before either of them even had a chance to speak up, heavy footsteps could be heard bounding toward the closed door. The door banged open hitting the wall, which caused Roman to jump. In the doorway to reveal a less than pleased looking Janus with a small child poised on their hip.

They paused at the door seeing that Roman was out of bed and standing next to the foot of the bed. His son was in the center of the room, doing his deep breathing exercise he had taught him to help manage his magic. Looks like he showed up just in time.

Roman stood frozen, starting at the person in the doorway. Were they the same person that he had met last night? They looked so much different in the light of the day. The slim, yet on the shorter side. They had dark black curly hair mostly covered by their circular black hat. They were wearing a yellow turtleneck sweater tucked into black high waisted pinstripe pants.

The small child they were holding was hiding their face in the sweater. They were wearing a small purple beanie that covered their black hair. The scared child was holding a stuffed toy of the cartoon animal Stitch so tight his tiny knuckles were white. They couldn't have been any older than 3 years old.

Janus finished assessing the scene in front of him and finally spoke up, addressing his child.

“Patton dear, what have I told you about magic without my knowledge?” Janus asked, slightly bouncing the toddler.

“To not do it in the house…” Patton said, hanging his head.

Janus sighed. “It's okay honey. Just want to make sure you're safe while...playing.” He said the last word slowly, while looking directly at Roman.

“But dad! He said he's a Prince! And that he knows magic as well! He was going to help me learn to control my magic more and then I was going to help him beat up some old lady who tried to make him not be a Prince!” They said looking back and forth between Roman and Janus. All previous shame gone in an instant.

“Is he now?” Janus inquired. “Well here I was treating you like a normal person.” Janus looked over Roman, who looked very uncomfortable, and bowed deeply. The child on his hip started to giggle, peeking their eyes out. “Now, your highness I promised you breakfast this morning but since you are already up you can join the rest of us at our table? I can guarantee it won’t be as grand as you are used too, but I’m sure we can work something out.” He grabbed the child that was on his hip under their arms and placed them by his feet. “Patton dear, can you take your little brother to the dining room and set up a bit? Breakfast will be done shortly and I wish to speak with the Prince.”

“Okay daddy! Let's go Virgey! I pour you some juice and then we can color!” Patton grabbed the little child's hand as skipped out of the room. If Roman would have looked any closer he might have seen the door glow a faint yellow for a second, before the color faded away.

Janus watched his kids leave the room with a small smile on his face. After they were completely out of earshot Janus turned fully to Roman.

“So. A Prince you say?” Janus asked.

Roman was extremely uncomfortable. He felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Yet there was really no reason to feel this way. He just… did when people talked to him. He always just assumes he's in trouble. He decided though that the truth is the best course of action here.

“Haha yeah no not really. Patton just seemed really into the whole magic thing so I thought I’d play along. They are very sweet…”

“They?” Janus asked, raising an eyebrow. It was off topic from where he wanted to go in his questioning, but his curiosity caused him to pose the question anyway.

Roman froze. Did he fuck up again? He shouldn't have let the slip when he didn't know how tolerant these people were. They were as close as you could be to living under a rock. They were so far in the forest.

Then again maybe they would be cool with it? It's not like Roman knew the gender of any of the people here so he just… Didn’t want to assume anything.

But that excuse did not work in his family. When he said that before he had gotten a long lecture from just about everyone in his family. It was like they all took turns, repeating the exact same ignorant shit. He remembers leaving that specific Christmas party and just crying alone in his apartment. That was not a good night.

Roman was so lost in thought he didn't even realize when Janus took a few steps closer to him. Shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts Roman looked back up to Janus. He took a deep breath and hid his slightly shaking hands behind his back. He decided he might as well try and explain the truth again.

“I...I didn't want to assume any of your genders and none of you explicitly told me. I didn't want to be rude.” Roman said not directly looking at Janus.

Janus was largely taken aback. He was not expecting the stranger to be so...considerate. Janus looked the stranger up and down, searching for any sign he was lying to him. Finding nothing that could condemn him as such he decidedly spoke instead.

“Well that's very kind of you. I myself go by he/him. Both my sons do for now, but they are welcome to say otherwise whenever, or if ever, they wish. You?” Janus asked slowly.

“Umm… He/him as well…” Roman answered in a slightly shocked state. He never in a million years thought that Janus would be so chill about it all. It was such a stark reaction to everyone he had ever talked to about these things. Except the one person at the theater he had met, they were very chill since they were nonbinary. Roman had learned a lot from them.

But even if Janus was chill now, Roman still felt that everyone had a limit. So maybe he should just say he only used he/him and grin and bare it for now.

“Mhmm,” Janus hummed, “Okay, now that that's out of the way, I would like to know when my son came into the room? I happened to be taking Virgil to the kitchen when I heard Pat from outside the door. How long had he been here?”

Janus seemed slightly concerned, and Roman only had a few guesses why. Most of which included leaving a child with a random stranger that they had only met last night. But once he started to think about it, he knew when Patton scared him, but not how he came in. Surly Roman would have seen the door open; it faced the bed. Roman took a few steps back till he took a seat on the bed.

“To be honest I don’t quite remember when he got in here. I didn't see him come in, only when he scared the beegeebies out of me when he said hi. So maybe only about 20 minutes? I’m sorry. I understand why you wouldn't want me around your kids. I don't know you and you don’t know me. Sorry I randomly showed up at your door. Pat and I didn't do much, just played a bit of pretend before you showed up. Oh and he also wanted a hug when he first showed up. Sorry if you didn't want me too but he just looked like he would cry if I said no and I didnt want that so he crawled on the bed and we talked about magic for a bit.” Roman said, speeding toward the because he was running out of breath. He was also getting a bit anxious at the way Janus was just staring at him.

Janus was more interested in the fact that they talked about magic more than he was that Patton had hugged him. Pat was a very touchy child. His biological parents were very giving when it came to physical affection, so Patton was very used to it when he was taken in by Janus. Janus had to get used to Patton just running and hugging him. It had taken quite a while to teach him to ask first.

“Oh you talked about magic? What did Pat say?” Janus inquired.

Roman was a bit confused at the path the questions were taking. But not wanting to upset Janus anymore then he assumed he already had, Roman answered anyway.

“Umm.. Ye-yea. He told me the door had a spell on it and told me that he's bad at magic. And I’m never one to turn down a kid's wild imagination so I entertained him a bit. I told him that I would help him practice since I’m a magic Prince. You showed up right before he showed me any of his magic tricks though. I was just playing along with him, not trying to lie.”

Janus sighed and nodded his head. He looked around the room seemingly trying to find something to say.

“Okay. Well, I’d appreciate it if you weren't alone with my children. You are still a stranger to us and I’m not willing to trust you yet. You should probably feel the same about me. Now, let's take this talk to the dining room and we can decide where to go from here. Follow me.” As Janus finished he turned around, waved from Roman to follow, then walked out the door.

Not wanting to keep Janus waiting, he quickly followed him, still not noticing the faintly glowing door.

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zenithlux · 4 years

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Tendrils of Regret - Part 6

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While it took a few days for your mood to fully improve, sleeping beside little Shadow certainly helped. And you were surprised to find that even Vergil was a bit more pleasant. You made sure to leave Shadow with him from time to time as you “conveniently” had something else to do. Then you’d leave for a bit, usually reading by yourself or something equally as important. And whenever you came back, you’d always find Shadow sleeping in Vergil’s lap. Once, you’d even caught him playing with the cat, but he’d tossed the toy aside the second he noticed you and went back to reading, stubborn as ever.

But you didn’t mind. You found it… endearing. And you had to admit, it was refreshing to not be angry at him all the time. Not that he completely avoided doing something to annoy you. You supposed that would never change, and you were more than capable of turning it on him just as quickly. But everyone else had noticed that the animosity between you two had dissipated somewhat after you brought Shadow home. You still barely talked, but at least it was a comfortable silence instead of a painful refusal to acknowledge each other’s existence.

But today was a strange day. For the first time in as long as you could remember, everyone in Devil May Cry was all together, wandering toward the middle of Red Grave on a call about a demon infestation. You hadn’t seen much yet, nor had you sensed anything under the earth. Trish and Lady had been muttering back and forth about something, probably annoyed that they’d had to come out for nothing. Vergil led the way, with Dante sauntering behind.

“I’m sure we’ll find something,” He said. “I doubt a client would have called just to mess with us.”

“Haven’t seen anything yet,” Lady said with a yawn. “You got anything, Rose?”

“Afraid not,” You said. “But maybe that’s a good thing.” You pressed your hand along the ground again, feeling for the roots. The streets of Red Grave had been torn up in the incident, and many plants had begun to grow through the holes in the concrete. There were also a lot of demon plants buried deep in the soil, but none of them would emerge without your provocation. Without the tree or you to fuel them, they were worthless and wilting. But you felt no unusual gaps beyond what you’d expect, and no signs of plant demons that simply hadn’t shown themselves. “I doubt I’d sense anything before the brothers.”

“Probably true,” Lady said. “It was worth checking.”

Vergil stopped suddenly. Dante knocked into him, earning a summoned sword to the shoulder. A month ago, such a random act of violence would have startled you. Now, you realized that Dante either felt no paint or didn’t care in the slightest. “What is it, Verge?” He said. “I don’t feel a thing.”

“Then you’re not trying hard enough,” Vergil said.

“Or maybe I’m not as in tune with the demon world as you.”

Vergil said nothing after that, but you noticed how his hand moved almost protectively to Yamato. Did he sense something? Vergil wasn’t the type of person to lie about such a thing. You’d learned over the course of your time together that he preferred brutal honesty to white lies, and you’d often been on the receiving end of such thoughts. And maybe Dante was right. You didn’t know too much about the tree, but if Vergil’s other half had raised it… then maybe…

Pay attention, my little vine, V had once said to you in a situation eerily similar to this one. Some demons can hide themselves in plain sight, even from those who should know they are there. And he’d been right then too, as you quickly found demons that had managed to transform into objects on the streets and a strange suit of armor that came careening off the roof.

The roof.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes drifting upward. You wouldn’t sense anything on the buildings unless the plants themselves were up there. Surely Vergil and Dante would have thought of such a thing already, but none of you had made the effort to actually check. Maybe from there, you could see something you couldn’t from down here? It was a possibility. So, without telling anyone - you’d catch up to them anyway - you moved toward a set of flowers budding beside a building. You knelt down, wrapping your hand around one. You willed it to grow and it did, expanding into a flower the size of a small seat. You plopped down on it, drawing the roots upward. It moved quicker than you expected, but you hopped onto the roof with relative ease.

To your surprise, there were some plants on top, but they looked strange. They were like flowers, black and white petals with yellow stems. But the bulbous roots reminded you of the demon you’d killed forever ago. You knelt by one, feeling for its roots. But it didn’t have any. The plant just existed as if…

Oh.

You stood up, looking to the other rooftops. There were hundreds of these plants spread out before you like egg sacs clinging to buildings. Some were bigger than others, reaching up to your knees while some only came up to your ankle. But they were most certainly demonic, you just weren’t sure how far their reach was.

You jumped as Vergil appeared in front of you. “Stop doing that,” You wheezed, grabbing at your heart.

He looked around, lips tightening as you assumed he made the same connection as you. “They don’t smell like anything,” He said. “They don’t even feel like demons.”

“They’re not normal plants,” You said. “They’re not grounded in soil, they're just… there, somehow growing through the concrete.”

Vergil frowned, teleporting to the next building where more plants waited. You summoned your own small bridge, joining him on the other side. “They have to be demons, right?”

“It’s possible these were left behind by the tree, but didn’t manifest until now.”

“This place is usually a dead zone,” You said. “So Lady, Trish and I had no reason to be out here. Wouldn’t have even seen them.”

Suddenly, a pod nearby cracked. You both spun toward it with Vergil stepping in front of you. You might have thought the gesture nice if you weren’t staring at the plant falling apart. The center burst, and dozens of hand sized spiders with flowers for heads emerged. You took a long step back, but the other flowers around you began to crack. “Vergil…”

You gasped he appeared behind you, quite literally dragging you right off the roof. You landed in his arms but it still jarred your neck to an uncomfortable degree. “Ow.”

“Summon your plants,” He said as he quite nearly dropped you. “Dante!”

“Way ahead of you!” His brother’s voice called back, but you couldn’t see the other three. Loud screeches echoed in all directions as spiders began spilling off the rooftops. You summoned every plant you could, slamming at them with vines and roots of all shapes and sizes, but there were hundreds of the things skittering down from the rooftops including some that were as big as you.

You barely felt Vergil grab your wrist as he yanked you away from the onslaught. You stumbled at first, but found your footing and took off with him, summoning whatever you could with each step. The plants drove the spiders back, but most were used as climbing tools to reach the ground quicker. In another second, Vergil grabbed you and leapt an impossible height, back onto one of the buildings. He dropped you, but you didn’t have the time to be angry as he unsheathed Yamato and sliced all the demons around you in one go. You saw Dante and the girls down on the street, tearing through whatever they could. But the waves of spiders descended upon them in droves. It was a horrifying sight, one you knew would plague your nightmares if you all got of here alive.

A quiet cackle echoed in your mind. The vine constricted around your heart, shooting pain through your limbs. You grabbed at it, flinching away from the edge as your vision blurred. “What is it?” Vergil said.

“I don’t…” You paused, trying to remember where you’d felt this feeling before. Once with him, but not because of him. At least, that’s what you could remember. No, it was something else. Something driving the vine into a frenzy. Something like…

“Another sister,” You whispered. “Or a relative of some kind.”

“What?” Vergil said.

“I felt like this with that plant demon the other day,” You said. “I thought it was just because you were there… but maybe it was because of her…” You stepped up to the edge of the building again, searching for any large demon possible. But even cleared, your fallible human vision didn’t reach all that far. You summoned enough plants to hop to the next rooftop, stabbing through the few bulbs that had yet to break open. You spread your own vines as fast as possible, killing the horde of spiders inside. Vergil followed suit, slicing the other three plants to a fine dust.

“You think something else is here?”

“They must be under someone’s control,” You said. “Why else would they have all broken out now?”

“Lots of reasons,” Vergil said.

“But if someone is controlling them, then maybe finding that person will stop them.”

“Or it will do absolutely nothing.”

“Well unless you’ve got a few flamethrowers hiding under your jacket I don’t think we have many other options.” You moved to the next building, killing the single plant there. The others had already broken open, but the spiders were all focused on pouring out over the ground. You found that odd. Shouldn’t they be reacting to you? Or Vergil at the very least? Were they that intent on killing Dante? Or was there something about you distracting them?

“If the demon’s another sister, then maybe the spiders are ignoring me,” You mumbled, more to yourself than Vergil.

Of course, he heard you anyway. “It doesn’t explain why they haven’t attacked me.”

“Yes it does,” You said, your tone a bit sour. “If she’s someone else that pledged her allegiance to you.” You moved to the next building, summoning plants wherever you went. You had a whole network of many bridges as you jumped past Dante and the others. They were handling themselves just fine, though Lady had this horrified disgusted look on her face that you could deeply relate to. “Hold on,” you whispered, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. Vergil was moving close behind, using your makeshift pathways rather than teleporting around himself. You wondered why that was a conscious choice, but shook the thought off. Now was not the time to be questioning someone you never understood anyway.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you found what you thought you were looking for. A giant hole in the ground that some spiders were coming out of. You wrinkled your nose at the thought of entering such a thing, but you’d come too far to back out now. You could practically feel the vine tugging at you, but you couldn’t tell if it was excitement to see whoever was down there, or some kind of defensive mechanism warning you to run away. And you could just send Vergil in there alone - that was probably the smarter move- but the spiders had avoided you until now… maybe their controller would talk to you too.

You gently lowered yourself off the building, pulling back all of the plants you’d used to traverse the rooftops. You felt your energy replenish in a heartbeat. Vergil hopped down beside you and the spiders ran around you both. You glanced at him, but he was already moving toward the hole. “Stay here,” He said.

Your legs stopped mid-step, rooting you to the spot. “You’re joking right?” You said. “You’re just going to leave me here, powerless to fight anything, as you go down into the hole that I found?”

He glanced back at you. “I never said you couldn’t fight.”

“You still suck at this,” You said, gesturing to your legs. “Stay here? Really?”

He glared at you. “Move.”

You stumbled forward, caught off guard by the sudden feeling in your legs again. “I’m going with you.”

“And if I say no?”

“You won’t,” You said. “Besides, how do you know the spiders won’t just chase you if you abandon me?”

“It was your theory that whatever is down there is on my side.”

“Or it's on mine and you’re just lucky,” you said as you crossed your arms. “Now are we going to keep arguing or are you going to take me down there?”

His glare intensified, but, to his credit, he did move to pick you up. “Foolish woman,” He muttered as you wrapped your arms around his neck and peered into the hole you were about to plummet into.

“Stubborn half-demon,” You said lamely. It was quite possibly the worst response you could have come up with, but it was all you could think of in the heat of the moment. And Vergil’s dramatic eye-roll told you it hadn’t landed well. “What are you waiting for?” you snapped. “Just ju-”

You couldn’t stop the scream of surprise when he did what you asked, dropping into the hole with little fanfare. You pressed your face into his chest, imagining all the ways you might break to pieces at the bottom of this drop. But as the fall continued, you heard the unfurling of something above you. Something like…

Wings?

You jerked your head up to meet Vergil’s gaze. And you might have dwelled on the fact that he’d been staring at you that whole time more if a pair of beautiful, bright blue wings weren’t stretched out behind him, glowing in the dark. They flapped once, slowing your fall to a gentle glide. For once, his smirk remained longer than a few seconds. “Surprised?” He said.

“Your demon form has wings?”

“Of course.”

You scowled at him. “That’s not a given trait of demons last time I checked.”

He landed with a quiet thud, but you barely even felt it. The wings vanished, likely summoned by some crazy demon magic. He sat you down this time - generous of him - and gazed up into a dark tunnel. You yelped as you felt spiders skitter past you, but they were few and far between. Thank whomever for small favors as you think you might have died from a heart attack had they been as plentiful in here as they were up top. “So how far does it…” You trailed off as you realized his eyes were glowing a brilliant blue, much brighter than his usual, silver-blue irises.

“Stay close,” He said, a command you didn’t mind following for once, as he moved forward through the tunnel. And while you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face, the world felt strange. While you normally sensed the plants under your feet, this time you could feel them everywhere. Underneath you. Over your head. On both sides. You tested the waters, running your hand along the wall. You felt plants emerge at your fingers, but jumped when Vergil grabbed your hand. “Don’t do that.”

“I was just testing it out,” You said.

“And bring the whole tunnel down on us?”

“I’m more careful than that,” You huffed. “Ye of so little-” He stopped you again with a hand on your shoulder, cutting the conversation short. That’s when you realized there was a light at the end of the tunnel. “Is it a demon?” You whispered.

“Yes,” Vergil said.

“So I was right?”

He glared at you again, but it was much softer than usual. Odd. “It seems so.”

You both moved forward as the light expanded. Soon, you found yourself in a pit at the end of the tunnel with rays of sun seeping through small holes in the ceiling. A massive spider was in the center of the room. You gasped as it turned toward you noticing there was a human form embedded on its stomach. At first, you thought it might be someone else like you. Someone sealed away in a demon. But then the human’s eyes shot open and a wicked smile crossed her face. “Well, well,” She said. “I thought I sensed my cousin… never expected it would be you.”

“I’ve heard that before,” You said.

“So you killed Belladonna?” The spider said. “Good riddance. She always was a nuisance.” The spider took numerous steps forward, beady eyes jumping between yourself and Vergil. “Are you here to kill me, Demon King?”

“Yes,” Vergil said simply.

“Unfortunate,” The demon said. “I had hoped we could…"

You jumped as Vergil disappeared. A second later, the demon screeched as demonic blood squirted in all directions. The demon collapsed before your eyes, dead. Vergil reappeared beside you, clicking Yamato closed as usual. The spiders around you fell from the ceiling, collapsing all around you. “Well that’s… anticlimactic.”

“No point in letting the thing talk,” He said. “We need to return to the surface.”

Then, the spiders began to move.

You lurched backward as they filled the doorway, all of them turning on you. Vergil killed the ones he could, and you pulled on the roots nearby. But they were numerous, as if all the spiders from the surface had come to avenge their master.

Suddenly, you felt it. A spike of demonic energy that washed over you like a waterfall. In another second, Vergil was gone, replaced by a massive, blue demon. You swore the vine in your chest shrieked in response as you stumbled away. No. A voice whispered. Was it your own? You weren’t sure. You were frozen in terror as the demon tore through the spiders, incinerating them with strike after strike. “No,” You whispered as the power bore down on your chest. You recognized it. It was the demon that had sealed you away. It was back. Back to seal you away again.

No. No. No. No.

You held your head, panic overcoming you. What was happening? That was Vergil, right? He wouldn’t hurt you. He couldn’t hurt you. He was in control.

… Right?

“My little vine…”

Your head jerked upright as the blue demon stood before you. His voice was low and distorted, but you could almost hear Vergil - no, you could almost hear V - behind it. You scrambled backward. “Don’t be afraid.”

“Afraid?” You said. “How? You’re…” You trailed off as he knelt before you, claws reaching out to gently stroke your face. Your heart slowed at the touch. The vine uncoiled, confused just as much as you. “You’re the…”

His demonic form dissipated and Vergil returned. His hand didn’t move, but you did feel his thumb stroke your cheek. It was then that you realized you were crying. “It’s alright,” He whispered. “I’m here.”

You didn’t know why that comforted you, but you found yourself leaning into his hand. This had happened once before with V. You’d been in a panic after a demon almost killed you, and he’d joined you just like this. Hand on your cheek, wiping away your tears with a quiet promise. I’m here.

“You remember,” You whispered.

Vergil said nothing, but he didn’t need to.

#dmcwrite2020 #vergilxreader #vergil dmc #fan fiction #dante dmc #lady dmc #trish dmc #demonic spider infestation #because that's spooky right?

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a journey starts, a journey ends

jam buds week day 6: journeys end

(ao3 will be added in rb)

Steven sat in what used to be the Bubble Room, now empty. Every single corrupted Gem they’d found had been healed. Every bubble had been popped. The Gems were still working to track down some that were missing, but out of the ones they’d already found, no one was left behind.

He heard the Temple door opening, turning back to see the Gems walking in with Connie.

“We thought you’d be in here,” Garnet said simply. Connie walked over and sat beside him, the Gems following suit.

“You got all of them,” Connie smiled. “All of the corruptions you and the Gems found, you healed them! All of them!”

Steven smiled, nodding. “We got all of them.”

“We should celebrate,” Pearl said. “You should celebrate, Steven. If it weren’t for you, stars, who knows if this ever would’ve happened!”

“C’mon, man!” Amethyst said. “We can order pizza! Or cake! Or anything!”

“And my parents said I can stay the night,” Connie said.

Steven thought for a second. “Yeah. Yeah! We should celebrate!” He stood. “An actual celebration for the start of Era 3!”

Connie and the Gems stood beside him.

“I’ll order the pizza,” Garnet said.

They headed out of the Bubble Room, into the beach house (which the B-Team was going to help rebuild), and outside into-

Steven stared, before a smile slowly formed on his face.

Healed Gems stood along the beach, all talking amongst themselves before they noticed Steven and the others watching.

Then it was a sea of Gems shouting Steven’s name, shouting thank yous, shouting praises.

One journey was over.

---

Steven was standing across from the Diamond’s thrones in the ballroom.

“Gems deserve a say in how they’re ruled,” he stated. “The Diamond Authority-- well, it isn’t that? Gems should be able to vote on who their leader is, and they should get to have other choices than the Diamonds.”

White stared down at him. Steven still wasn’t used to it. He was barely 15, he still looked like a little kid, but he’d stepped up to do what he did best: fix things. This was just on a larger scale.

“Pi-- Steven,” she said. (At least he hadn’t had to correct her this time.) “This is how our society has worked for thousands of years! Is changing it now really necessary?”

“Yes!” Steven said. “Yes it is! Because things are already changing!” He took a deep breath. “Gems have free will. If you’re going to give them more freedom-- they deserve freedom to choose, too.”

“She does have a point, White,” Blue said.

“He,” Steven corrected.

“He does have a point. Sorry, Steven.”

“He does, but… How would we even set that up?” Yellow asked.

“Well, Dad tried explaining it to me when I was younger, and it was kind of confusing? But the way it works on Earth-- or, in America, at least, is basically, each state has a certain amount of votes? Everyone votes, and then whatever the majority voted for is what they vote for, and whatever or whoever gets the most votes wins or… something like that.” Steven shrugged. “But it doesn’t have to be that? It can just be majority of everyone.”

Yellow nodded slowly. “I see.”

“But I just don’t understand how any Gem would be better at running the Empire than us!” White said. “We’ve been doing it since the Empire began.”

“I could probably think of a few better candidates,” Steven mumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing-- They can learn. The foundation’s already there, I mean-- Gems with any political experience can probably work with it.”

Steven’s phone beeped. He pulled it out of his pocket-- he was supposed to head back to Beach City soon.

“Aw, crap. I have to go.”

“Steven, we’ll talk to White,” Yellow said. “Your body needs food and rest. Go get it. We can sort this out ourselves.”

Blue nodded. “I like this voting idea. Thank you for showing it to us, Steven.”

Steven nodded. He stepped onto the warp pad, warping back home. He walked into his room and down the stairs, finding Connie sitting on the couch.

She looked up at the sound of his footsteps. “Hey, Steven! How’d it go?”

He sighed, sitting on the couch and slumping down it, ending up with most of his body not even on the couch. “It was tiring,” he said, before sitting himself back up. “But Blue and Yellow liked the voting thing.”

“So the Empire is going to become a democracy?”

“Hopefully! White wasn’t really into the idea,” he said. “She still thinks they’re the only ones really fit to run the Empire.”

Connie nodded. “Yeah, I’m not really surprised.”

“So…” Steven said. “Where do you want to go for dinner?”

“Well, I know you like Fish Stew Pizza,” Connie replied.

“Yeah, but we can go anywhere! We just have to call Lion!”

“Hm… Well, there’s a new burger place in Ocean Town?”

“Yeah! That sounds great!” Steven near-shouted. “Hold on, let me call Lion.”

Steven found out the next day that White had been convinced. They were going to instate democracy.

Another journey was over.

---

Steven patted Lion awake.

“C’mon, bud, I promised Connie we could hang out at her place,” he whined. “C’mon, get up!”

Lion yawned, grumbling a bit, but stood up. Steven hopped on his back. He roared a portal into existence, and next thing Steven knew they were outside of Connie’s house.

He walked up to the door and knocked.

“Coming!” he heard Connie yell.

She opened the door, and paused for a second, staring.

“Steven! You-- you grew!”

“Yeah!” Steven said. “And it’s not forced this time! I grew!”

“You do age,” she said with a smile, stepping out in front of him. “Aw, come on, you’re taller than me!”

Another answer.

Another journey was over.

---

Steven looked up at the hill behind the Temple from the beach. The grass and flowers had finally regrown.

He walked through the town, stopping for bits from Beach Citywalk Fries. The town had been repaired.

He could see Little Homeworld from here. They were almost done building it, including fixing the damage from Spinel.

Connie had gotten to go to space camp, in the end. After Spinel left.

Spinel was in Homeworld, with the Diamonds. She could heal. She was safe.

Another journey was over.

---

Steven laid on the top of his car, staring up at space above him. Sadie and Shep’s song played from his car radio. No one else was around.

He wondered if Lars and the Off-Colors were in the section of space he could see right now.

Everyone was leaving, it felt like. He hated people leaving. He hated saying goodbye. He was all about change but-- this was a kind of change he didn’t like.

He had quit Little Homeschool to avoid graduations. To avoid this.

He went to text Connie.

Another journey was over.

---

Steven was so used to saying, pretending, and thinking nothing was wrong.

Adverse childhood experiences. Childhood trauma. Dr. Maheswaren telling him all of this. Connie saying that them being there was making things worse.

Something was wrong. He couldn’t think that it wasn’t anymore.

Another journey was over.

---

Steven wasn’t sure how long he’d spent sobbing into Lion’s mane, but eventually the Cluster had put everyone back down on shore, gave a thumbs-up, and had gone back into its bubble. The Diamonds and Spinel had left. Steven had gone inside, thought about taking a shower, then thought about the shards and the diamond essences and my diamond and decided not to, and got dressed. Bismuth and Peridot went straight to work fixing the front of the house, that was him, that was his fault.

Connie sat with him in his room after he got dressed.

“Steven,” she said, softly. “It’s gonna be okay.”

He blinked back the tears that were welling up, that threatened to spill out of his eyes again, he was definitely dehydrated.

“It’s not,” he whispered.

“I know it feels like that,” she said. “But it will be, because we-- your dad, the Gems, and I-- we’re not going to let you keep doing it alone. You’re not going to go through this alone, Steven.”

And he didn’t feel like he deserved it, but he knew they would anyways. He was done travelling alone.

Another journey was over.

---

Just a little time, just a little something else instead.

Steven waved goodbye to the Gems, to Dad, to Connie teary-eyed as he drove away. The residents of Beach City held up signs, waving goodbye as he drove through the streets of the town.

Just a little time, just a little something up ahead. I’m dreaming of…

Another journey was over, but only so a new one could start.

---

Steven set down another stack of boxes, Connie carrying in two more behind him. Rings shined on each of their left hands.

He’d finally found where he wanted to settle down-- and it wasn’t too far from Beach City, in Empire, a little past Empire City.

Connie pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Alright, those are the last ones,” she said. “I’ll order takeout while you start putting things away.”

He nodded, pressing a kiss to her lips (it sparkled just the tiniest bit). “Alright, babe,” he said.

His final journey was over.

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