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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year

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RED HOOD | BATFAMILY (assorted canon)

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“Long Overdue” (Jason Todd & Batmom!Reader) and (background Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader)

| Reader was with Bruce in the past but grew distant after Jason’s death. No one tells her when he comes back from the dead until Bruce is forced to bring her in on a raid when they’re overwhelmed. -Jason and Batmom!Reader reunion.

| SFW, canon typical action/violence, cursing?, crying?

| This is like half fanon half UTRH/Batman:Hush. I’m really just fucking around with canon rn. Also the pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (pic source - Batman: Three Jokers comic)

| 2k+ words

| parts: one, spurt, two, three, four, five, six/six point five, seven.

Ma. God, no one called you that anymore. The way your eyes begin to prickle is a clear indication.

With you Dick wasn’t the type. Once he’d worked himself up to it he’d called you mom; slightly different from the few ways he referred to his bio mother, but something shared between the two of you all the same.

And Tim? Well he wasn’t your child plain and simple. Tim still had his parents for one, and for two he was intrinsically Bruce’s. By the time he’d figured his way into the Batcave you’d been gone, most of your shit moved out of the manor, and desperately waving divorce papers Bruce refused to acknowledge in the air. You didn’t have anything to do with his indoctrination outside of exactly one instance of him finding you to ask if you’d reconsider the separation. Some Batman needed a Robin and Bruce Wayne needed his wife type shit.

Either way Tim didn’t call you any rendition of mom because you weren’t his. The most you got was him addressing you by your maiden name and then eventually your first and you were content with that.

Then if he didn’t call you mom, the girls sure as hell didn’t either. Outside of Barbara the others never even became regular conversation partners. Cass was a rare sighting in your life and Stephanie and you’s relationship would never progress past the casual advocacy you tried giving her because she was another dead Robin to add to what’s now technically a list.

At the end of the day, out of all the people who considered you a mother, only Jason added that ‘a’ and you wanted to grip that name tight and hold it to you. Break your ribs open and force it into your chest cavity. The need to fulfill that ache cuts deep and you take a step forward.

Jason startles though, undoing all his own forward progress, and you falter. That’s right. Jason didn’t like for people to touch him. Definitely didn’t like hugs either. Not surprise ones at least. Before his death you’d gotten close enough he didn’t mind when you swooped in, but now?

“Can I-? Can I hug you?” You press trembling lips together for another horrible swallow. “Please…?”

Jason jerks, two hastily aborted movements at once, before his obstructed voice meets your ears.

“Fine.”

You practically fall on him before pulling him into you. Unfortunately he’s just as stiff as his voice and you have to take a second to figure out how to slot against him.

Jason fits in your arms differently than he used to - broader and taller by a mile - but after a few beats he relaxes into them just the same. The subtle addition of weight makes a sob bubble up your throat.

You rap your knuckles on the side of the helmet.

“Take this shit off.”

He hesitates and a sharp pang manages to worm its way into the already shitty cocktail of emotions you’re feeling. It hits your spine like lightning, forces you up and has you an arms length away in half an inhale.

Maybe before now you’d been going through too much all at once for the trepidation to hit, but it was hitting now. You’d never seen Hood without- well without the Hood. Only Jumbie raised from the dead the way Jason did, and while you’d take your son anyway you could get him you wouldn’t accept some Thing parading around in his skin.

Reading your burst of movement for what it is, Jason backtracks, rising arms dropping to his sides. “Maybe I shouldn’t…”

“Jason Peter-” you inhale deeply, catching yourself, and hold a hand up to stop him. You both ignore the obvious way it trembles. “-only… if…if you want to. I’m not trying to force anything.”

He’s slow to nod, weight shifting from his left to his right leg and back again before he says something too low for you to hear. You’re about to ask him to repeat when he speaks up, this time aiming his voice somewhere around your shoulder while bowing his head.

“No, I- Alright. Just hold on.”

Haunches suitably raised and heart in your throat you pay close attention as the helmet comes up, Jason having released some catch in the back.

It goes over, the helmet clatters to the ground, and the man who stares back at you is…hard to place.

The low fluorescent lighting of the narrow room combined with the concrete walls casts soft enough shadows over his face that while his features are warped they’re not discernible. Which means you can’t completely rule out the uncanniness wafting off of him as just your brain (along with your entire perception of the universe) splinting in half.

It makes your face heat up. He looks familiar, but you can’t say you wouldn’t have passed him straight if you’d seen him on the street. He’s too big for one, even for how you’d all imagined he’d look grown up, standing more than a foot taller than the last day you saw him. Taller than malnourishment would’ve ever let him be.

The sob you let out makes you both flinch.

One hand snaps to your mouth, the other waving him off.

“I’m sorry I- I don’t-. This is just-”

Even with the way he’s leaning away from you he shakes his head. “I get it, it's fine.”

His voice is faint, cut up and hoarse like he hasn’t used it in a while, and it’s the prettiest thing you’ve heard in ages.

“Oh,” you laugh. The wet kind that makes your throat sticky. You can only stare at him, blurry form and all, words lost to you.

Eventually, after watching your fervent effort to wipe away tears that are in no way inclined to give you a break, arms crossed Jason takes a half step forward with a shrug.

“We can…try again?”

The next little laugh you let out you practically choke on but you nod all the same.

When Jason’s the first to move your heart starts speeding away like an overexcited middle school drumline. You roll with it though, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes so they’re dry enough for you to actually see him clearly for a few seconds.

When he’s directly in front of you your hands come up slowly, giving him plenty of opportunity to move away. Or maybe to vanish.

When he does neither, only giving you a guarded look, you allow yourself to touch.

Problem is, the domino mask he’s wearing very quickly gets in your way and on your nerves when you move to frame his face. Quickly feels like if it’s not gone, if you can’t see his eyes, you’ll throw up.

To stop yourself from taking the risk and ripping it off you have to take a deep breath. Have to force down the thick build up of saliva gathering in your mouth so it pushes back the bile climbing up your throat.

“I’d like to see my son, Jason. All of you.”

To emphasize your point you tap the tip of your nail against the mask. There’s no intention on your part to cross his boundary but Jason’s hands snap up to hold onto your wrists all the same.

You look into the white lenses of his domino, fingers buzzing along the corner of the mask closest to them. His mouth twists into a frown.

“Please?”

You beg with the same ferocity a grieving mother once used when begging for her child back.

“You’re asking for a lot.”

He lets go and he takes a couple steps back and you don’t cry.

No, instead you swing your hands behind you. Clasping them together in a poor attempt to stop the buzzing sensation that travels from the tips of your fingers to take over your entire hand.

“Mmm,” you incline your head. “Well. I did help a boy get over first date jitters with a made up song once. Let that same boy talk me through an entire dissertations’ worth of his analysis of Their Eyes Were Watching God - as choppy as it was - because TWMS wouldn’t allow him to present it in class. Let him skip going to that same school and cry to me for hours after the death of Gloria Stanson. Remember a knife hidden in the corner on the highest shelf in his closet, and I remember not revealing any of that when I gave his eulogy because he once asked me to keep the important things between the two of us. So you don’t have to show me, but I think I make a pretty good qualifier when it comes to keeping this safe.”

You point straight to where his heart is tucked safely behind layers of gray armor before shrugging.

From the way his brows furrow over the domino you know he’s at least thinking about it so you step away to pick up your disregarded mask and stuff it in your waistband.

One blink. Six.

“You remember Rena?”

In front of him again, you rock back on your heels. “Mhm. And the ‘how to tie a tie’ lessons me and Bruce walked you through even though you didn’t wear a suit to that date. Remember that too.”

Jason’s smile is crooked on his face but it’s nonetheless present as he makes a noise of agreement.

“I’d just wanted to spend time with you two, I was never planning on wearing a suit to go to the skating rink.”

“We figured.”

You’re rolling onto the balls of your feet when that small smile drops and he shakes his head.

“I’m not that same boy anymore.”

You take in the way he could raise his hand and so easily touch the ceiling without having to jump. You clear the phlegm from your throat.

“I can tell.”

Jason grunts and makes a general gesture indicating something somewhere behind you.

“And I got no interest in trying to live up to whatever fucked up embalment Bruce’s got going on with my burnt suit in that case.”

That suit. Bruce’s memorial. His warning. Your breath hitches as you think of the smell of crisped blood and methanol. If Jason didn’t want to talk about it you sure as shit weren’t going to.

“I will one hundred percent take that into account.” You keep it simple, rocking on your heels again. He wasn’t asking for anything unreasonable so there wasn’t really any debate to be had. “You wanna be treated as you are? I can do that.”

Moments pass once you’ve said your peace where Jason does nothing but stare at you. The only indication he’s at all alive being his shoulders still moving - and you are watching. Eyeing that tell tale up and down like your own life will end at its falter. The pattern is slow enough to come off as pacivity but the time between each rise and fall is too measured to be uncontrolled. Exactly three point eleven seconds one way and three point eleven seconds the other. Every time.

Then he sighs, curses, and the little veil of dissolvent for the adhesive that adheres the mask to his face is in his hand. A different vial and color than when he was Robin; you don’t know why you thought it’d be the same. Or why it makes your heart clench that it’s not.

Between one thrum of the fluorescent lights and the next Jason is peeling away the domino, and you would be lying if you claimed to know where it disappeared to after that. Too caught up on what he’d been hiding to track it.

Blue. Nothing more and nothing less. Just blessedly familiar, vibrant blue. Not the dull gray they’d become by the time you were given the chance to put a gruesome sight of a child six feet under.

The “Oh wow,” tumbles from you without permission and then there’s zero hope for the waterworks you’d been holding back. The levee fails and you’re bawling before you know it. Barely holding back snot and who knows what else since you already feel like screaming.

At that point there’s no carefully thought out sentence for you to spew, no more hesitancy, no more measured breathing, and linear thought. Just the crushing need to have him close to you again.

You’re rushing forward before you know.

Wrapping your arms around Jason the next go around is both the best and the worst thing. You accommodate his new size faster, already writing over the ways he used to fit against you with the ways he does so now, but he’s still so stiff and he’s not reciprocating the hug either.

Maybe you should let go. You crossed the boundary too fast. Were too reckless. You literally have training on this and now you’re crowding him.

Okay, you’re pulling away. It’s a herculean effort but you’re forcing your arms from around his middle. You’ve got to, you don’t want to scare him off. Not when you just got him back.

There’s a soft “Not yet,” mumbled into your shoulder and then arms finally come around yours and you don’t hesitate to snap your own back into place.

He’s hugging you back.

You cry a little harder and bring one of your arms up to drape across his shoulders, pulling him closer. When you start rocking and Jason copies your momentum you press a kiss onto his temple.

“Hi,” you stutter out. Another sob. “Hi baby.”

Since he’s finally letting his arms wrap around you you don’t hesitate to run dark fingers through the truly unruly mass of black curls on his head. His hairs’ damp - most likely from sweat - but cool. Probably being tempered by the cold air blowing into the room.

It’s when you press a kiss to his forehead that you feel something else wet and your breath stutters.

“It’s okay. I got you, everything’s okay,” you whisper.

“God Ma-” his voice cracks and then you can hear the sobs he’s trying to muffle into your suit. “No it’s not.”

“I know,” you sob. “I’m sorry- so so fucking sorry.”

You sniffle and pull away to see him better. Jason’s face is flushed, his eyes wet, and cheeks streaked with tears shed. You hold your hands up to frame his face for a second time and run your thumbs through the tear tracks. His chest heaves as his body tries to regulate his breathing.

Jason clears his throat, gaze boring into yours. “Hi,” he says.

You smile, finally beginning to map out his face. First you move to frame his cheeks, too feel the warmth in them. To see if they still feel familiar. They don’t; you force yourself to accept that fact without letting it show in your expression, letting out a measured exhale before continuing. You find his jaw is more defined now too, cheeks devoid of the baby fat of five years prior.

From then on brushing your thumbs along his brows, over the bridge of his nose, traveling over his ears and skirting around his hairline - it all fills your mind with incoherent cheers.

Your thumbs hover over Jason’s eyes and you hum when he closes them for you.

The skin underneath your shaved off pads is soft. The thin layer of protection allows you to feel how his eyeballs shift, to see the way his veins show stark under light skin, to clock the life thrumming through him.

It makes your heart feel so goddamn light. You can’t stop smiling at the sight of him. Eyes still wet but clear.

“I feel like such a horrible mother,” you hiccup, hands slide down so you can once again cup his face. “I barely recognize you.”

Jason’s breathing shakes nearly in tandem with yours and his eyes squeeze tighter shut, head turning away.

“Don’t.” He takes a second to look up. Look right through you. Lashes wet and glassy eyes open, voice grating over his next words. “Don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault. I don’t blame any of you for that, but especially not you.”

What you want to do is argue. You should’ve never let him put on that suit in the first place, one fucked up son should’ve been the end of it. You should’ve dropped the case you were working the second you’d heard he’d run away and you should’ve found him. Instead you keep your thoughts personal, pinning them to your brain as if it’s a cushion so that you’ll never forget, and pull your son closer. An action which he allows, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re back,” you whisper into his hair. The way he instantly shakes his head makes the cool strands tickle your jawline.

“You can’t mean that.”

“If I didn’t mean it I wouldn’t have said it, Jay.”

Jason tenses before responding, words spewing without warning.

“Yeah except I’ve killed people, and I don’t regret it, and Bruce hates that - and you probably do too - but his way isn’t good enough. The people in this city deserve better so I’m doing what’s necessary-”

And that has you bristling. He must notice too because he stops short and edges away, face steeping. Caught somewhere between wanting to leave and wanting to fully kick start an argument.

…TBC

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed! I had to split this bitch in two cause it was 5,000+ words and I’m not in the business of under-indulging myself.

Listen, I’ve looked into it. Every mother/mother figure Jason’s ever had he’s referred to as “Mom”, but me personally, I didn’t grow up addressing my own mother that way so I wanted to play around with “Ma” (differentiate a little). What's funny though, is that I’ve read Dick referring to his mother as both “Ma” and “Mom” so that’s fun.

• TWMS = Thomas Wayne Middle School

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

Tagged: @aarinisreading, @niphredil-14, @mxtokko, @calsjack, @brunnetteiwik

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ghost-bxrd · 4 months

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ok you said go wild and i will fully embrace that. i wanted to brainstorm about this idea I had and had also posted but like in a sentence, when it’s more of an outline. it’s of a robin!tim that can sense dead people so when the red hood makes his debut he’s naturally curious and tim follows him around and jason obviously realizes, holds up a knife to his throat and startles when tim asks “how are you here” with just no regards for his own safety and genuine curiosity?? literally not knowing he’s jason but jason stops and goes “you know who I am?” and tim whispers “I know you died” and jason coils back because that is as much confirmation as he needs cue panic because the kid knows surely then the bat knows too and that just won’t do, so in his panic he ends up kidnapping the kid and taking him to his safehouse where he keeps pacing because jason needs answers and he refuses to get them torturing the kid (because fucking kid had gone out looking for him despite knowing the red hood had it out of his head, did this kid even have any self preservation skills? he didn’t even seemed fazed jason’s back??which wow, hurt not gonna lie) then when tim wakes up because jason knocked him unconscious the reveal happens and Tim is so shocked that Jason is shocked because bitch I thought you knew!!! what how the fuck would I know!! chaos ensues but then jason abruptly realizes this is great! his plans did not derail *looks at timbo munching his food and watching indiana jones* his plan with the bat he means

Jason, sitting in a room with all his plans on fire: This is fine :’D

No but seriously, I LOVE a Tim with the self preservation instinct of a wet paper towel. He’s a competent teen vigilante, but where it concerns the Bats (and especially his hero, Jason) he’s an absolute human disaster.

Ok but first of all we need to talk a bit more thoroughly about “sensing the dead” thing. Dead as in ghosts? Or dead as in— murder victims and such. Either would apply to Jason if we go with a “Death clings to people who’ve seen beyond the veil” scenario, but Tim’s thoughts would differ vastly upon first meeting the Red Hood.

And Jason, poor Jason, the Pit Madness didn’t stand a chance faced with what is essentially a toddler looking at him with wide and curious eyes, so damn trusting despite that knife to his throat, and he’s just losing his mind because he could have slit Tim’s throat and nobody would have found out until it was too late. What if Jason had been literally anybody else? The kid would have died.

Obviously this Robin can’t be trusted to keep himself safe/alive, that means Jason has to do it for him. Easy. He can do this. It’s cool. Jason is freaking the fuck out.

Tim, upon realizing that the Red Hood is Jason, promptly goes from mildly alarmed over his kidnapping to ✨starstruck✨ and steadfastly refuses to leave Jason’s safehouse unless Jason agrees to come back to the manor. No, he doesn’t care about the multitude of death threats (he totally calls the bluff from the get go).

Jason promptly decides to make the best out of a shitty situation and pretends to be an evil kidnapper and just— keeps dangling the baby bird over Bruce and Dick’s head, slipping them concerning photos (Tim wasn’t exactly happy about the “hostage photo shooting session” but he agreed after Jason promised to make him his special coffee flavored cake) and telling them he’s torturing their Robin with a crowbar (because Jason is a drama queen).

And you know what else would be funny? If, after a few days, Tim slips out to go on patrol with Jason. He completely ignores Bruce and/or Dick when the call out to him and actively helps Hood with his crime stuff (while also sneakily forcing Hood to cut down on the killing by about— 80-90%).

Bruce and Dick are fairly convinced they’re looking at a brainwashing situation.

#brainstorming #jason “’I did not sign up for this’’ Todd #Tim ‘’try getting rid of my NOW bitch’’ drake #and maybe his ability to sense the dead comes in handy with cases #oh who am I kidding it definitely does #Bruce and Dick tearing the city apart looking for Tim #meanwhile Tim: blackmailing Jason into making pancakes with coffee flavor #it’s a disaster from start to finish but somehow it works out #jason todd #batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #robin #tim drake #red hood

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abyssruler · 2 years

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teyvat academy

pairings: childe, kazuha, albedo, xiao, itto, scaramouche, zhongli x gn!reader

summary: they say high school is the most memorable point in a person’s life, you’re more than inclined to agree. or, genshin men as the different types of people you meet in high school! (all of them can be connected if you squint)

note: gender neutral but implied afab for itto’s part only, no pronouns, mentions of weed and smoking in kazuha’s part, scara’s part is def my favorite

CHILDE

Adrenaline junkie. Gets into fights almost everyday, to the point where everyone wonders how he hasn’t been expelled yet. His family is filthy rich and pays the school hush money disguised as donations.

Seeing him beating someone up is such a common occurrence that most students just walk by whenever it happens. Which is why he’s completely surprised to see you approach him after he lost a fight, sitting by the water fountain and sporting a busted lip and yellow bruises all over his face that’ll turn purple tomorrow.

Turns out it’s not because of some misplaced sympathy that made you approach him that day, you just wanted to ask him if he knows where your friend Yelan went after she beat him in a fight earlier. He tells you he doesn’t know but he heard her mutter something about going to the restroom to clean up the blood on her knuckles, so that’s a good place to start looking. You thank him for his help, eyes lingering on the injuries caused by your friend for a moment before taking your leave.

Maybe it’s guilt at how uncaring you must have seemed in the face of his injuries, at leaving so quickly without even asking him if he’s okay, but the next time you see him after another fight, you give him a box of bandaids with cute heart designs. It was the only box left in the store so you had no choice but to buy them, better something cutesy than nothing. You say it’s for the cuts in his face and split skin of his fingers.

When he opens the box and sees the heart designs, his face lights up like a christmas tree. He thanks you with a grin and says the bandaids remind him of the ones his younger sister always gives him.

The next time you see him is across the cafeteria, wearing the bandaid designed with hearts despite the teasings of his friends. When he catches you looking his way, he sends you a wink and gestures to the bandaid on his cheek before returning his attention to his friends. Yelan asks you what that was about, but you smile and tell her it’s nothing.

KAZUHA

The school’s local weed dealer. Completely unexpected given his friendly and calm demeanor, but in hindsight, that’s probably the reason why he’s never been caught. Word has it that if you’re willing to pay enough money, he can contact a few of his friends and get you some coke.

For some reason though, he never allows you to buy anything from him, nor does he let you take a whiff when he smokes.

You first meet him while walking through the back of one of your school’s buildings to avoid getting detention. It’s there that you see Kazuha leaning on the wall, roll in hand as he blew smoke into the air. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re both going to detention should you get caught, you for cutting classes and him for smoking something that’s probably weed, but you walk right up to him, plop yourself beside his legs, and ask him how shitty his day is for him to be smoking out in broad daylight. He laughed as a response, and the rest is history.

Not once in all your time as friends has he ever let you take a hit, even just for a brief moment. Going so far as to refuse even when you offered to pay double the price. His only explanation was that smoking is a bad habit you should never try. When you called him on his hypocrisy, he only smiled that familiar smile that somehow made him look like a gallant knight and told you he doesn’t want his friends to form an addiction.

Pointing out that his usual customers mostly consist of his friend group, he looks at you with something you can’t quite read. Amusement? Fondness? Or maybe he’s just high. When you ask him why he’d sell weed to Heizou and Yoimiya but not you, his only response was, “Because they aren’t you.”

The next time you meet up with your shared friends and recount the conversation you had with Kazuha, they laugh and clap you consolingly on the back, all while calling you oblivious.

ALBEDO

Top student. Completely effortless in getting the highest marks.

“Oh, the test? No, I didn’t study for it,” he tells you, and you think you finally have a companion in the ‘surely failing because they didn’t study team,’ but then the test results come out and he singlehandedly scores perfect marks.

He offers to tutor you when he sees you lamenting over your failed chemistry test. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity to be taught by the smartest student in your school, so you immediately take him up on that offer. He’s surprisingly good at teaching, doesn’t use complex words and tries to dumb down an explanation without sounding condescending.

It shows in the form of your next test result, showing only two mistakes out of fifty items. In your excitement, you ask him what you can do in exchange for him teaching you. Surprisingly, he asks if he can sketch you. Seeing nothing wrong with the request, you readily agree.

He doesn’t let you see the sketch until after it’s done. It takes bugging him in the middle of class, sitting next to him at lunch, and a lot of canoodling on your part to let you take a peak at his drawing. Still, he remains stubborn, so you’re left to wait until he actually finishes it.

When he does show it to you, it’s during the end of class just as everyone’s leaving their seats after the bell rings. The sketch depicts you with the happiest grin you’ve ever seen on your face. You’ve never once thought of yourself as anything but average in terms of looks, but Albedo seems to have a way of making people more beautiful than they are.

When you say so to him, he blinks at you and says he didn’t modify any features on his sketch, he just drew you exactly how you look in his eyes.

XIAO

The one people think is a delinquent. His aloof nature and the perpetual frown on his face don’t exactly help with his reputation. He’s your classmate, but he always keeps to himself and rarely engages in class activities unless necessary.

Your teacher partners the two of you up for a class project. You notice him looking distinctly uncomfortable at having to work as pairs once the announcement was made, so once you’re able to, you propose the idea of working on your own respective parts and compiling your works at a later date because he seems to prefer working on his own.

To your surprise, he says no to your idea. He tells you it’d be more difficult to complete the project that way and that he doesn’t really mind working with you.

The deadline for it is two months away, but both of you agree on getting an early start. That’s how you find yourself sitting beside him in the library everyday after school, typing away on your laptop and taking notes on your notebook. He’s actually a great partner, always asks for your opinion and gently corrects you whenever you make a mistake.

It isn’t until you’re working late at the library and he returns with snacks and drinks—your favorite snacks and drinks that he sheepishly admits he remembered from a passing remark you made weeks ago—that you realize that Xiao isn’t the aloof person you initially thought he was. He can actually be very thoughtful, he just doesn’t get much chances to show it to others.

On one particular day, after you spent the day away in the library until the sun came down, he offers to walk you home. He then realizes how presumptuous that must have sounded and mutters a quick ‘never mind.’ But before he can leave, you tell him you won’t mind if he walks you home.

The walk home is quiet, but it’s a nice sort of quiet. Comfortable. The only incident that happened on the way was when you encountered a drunk man, and before he could make a step towards you, Xiao was already looking at him with a cool glare that managed to scare the drunkard off.

He offers to walk you home again the next day, and the day after that, and so on. Even after you’ve submitted your project, he continues to walk you home. One day, when you get the courage, you hope you can finally ask him out for coffee sometime.

ITTO

An actual delinquent. He and his gang can usually be found loitering the hallways or spending time in detention.

You once run into him and his gang when you were out of class for a restroom break, all of them crowding outside the entrance to the girl’s restroom. Apparently, Shinobu, their gang’s second in command, is on her period but they don’t know where to get any tampons and pads ‘cause she forgot to bring some with her. You offer to give her your spare.

Itto thanks you by buying you lunch, saying you saved the Arataki gang from total destruction because they would’ve never survived without Shinobu. You think he’s overreacting a bit, but free food’s free food.

You feel a little bad once you find out he spent all his money on the meal he bought you, so you offer to buy him something in return. He tells you he owes you for it, and the next day he’s right outside your classroom holding a plastic bag full of take-out. The next time you walk past him in the hallways, you give him a muffin from the box you just bought.

It becomes a routine, giving each other food whenever the two of you see each other. Sometimes, you even sneak into detention just to give him some sweets, and sometimes he disrupts your class by barging in just give you a candy bar. He always gets detention afterwards.

When you ask him why he keeps doing it, he said he likes the surprised smile that always brightens your face whenever he shows up at your classroom unannounced.

SCARAMOUCHE

The principal’s son. Incredibly spoiled and thinks he owns the place. Never gets in trouble because his mother’s the principal and everyone is too scared to report him.

Until you did.

You can still remember the shocked look on his face when he turned around after deliberately tripping poor Bennett and saw Miss Yae, your school’s guidance counselor, right behind him. You don’t know the exact details, but you heard he was sent to the principal’s office and given a severe lecture by his own mother. Word has it he came out the office looking like he was ready to murder something.

Somehow, he finds out that you’re the one who reported him. He instantly makes it his goal to make your life a living hell. Unfortunately for him, the faculty has been keeping a close eye on him so he can’t do anything too incriminating. From glares in the hallways to pretending not to see you as he ‘accidentally’ bumps into you on the bustling corridors and making you drop your stack of papers to the floor.

When your friends found out, they immediately urged you to report his behavior directly to the principal, so that’s what you did. You were on your way to the principal’s office when you hear a sniffle coming from the closed door of the nearby stairwell. Concerned, you open the door with the intention of comforting whoever might be crying behind it, only to come face to face with the surprised expression of Scaramouche.

He quickly wipes away his tears and fixes you with a glare that could have killed anyone on the spot. But the damage has been done and you’ve seen what you’ve seen, so his glare barely has any effect on you, not when his eyes are still red and there’s dried tear-tracks on his cheeks. You stare at each other for a few moments before you offer him your handkerchief and tell him you don’t know exactly why he’s crying but that it’ll get better. He tells you to get out but not before accepting the handkerchief you offered.

Needless to say, you don’t go to the principal’s office after.

He stops bothering you after that incident, but you once catch sight of him with his friends outside school. One of them starts talking about you, badmouthing you in front of him in an attempt to cater to the well-known fact that he hates your guts. He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before Scaramouche snarls at him to shut up.

The next time you pass him by the hallway, you give him a small smile. He hastily turns his head away, but not before you catch sight of the redness at the tips of his ears.

ZHONGLI

The handsome senior everyone’s developed a crush on at least once in their life.

The two of you didn’t exactly meet at school. It was back when you were still a freshman and Zhongli was a sophomore, though even then he was already popular. The coffee shop near your school was packed and the only seat left was the one in front of you, so naturally, that’s when he comes in asking if the seat’s free.

You were still relatively friendless back then, no familiar faces yet since it was only the beginning of the school year, so being approached by a popular sophomore felt like a dream to you. He was kind and patient, even going so far as to help you navigate through school during the first few weeks of adjustment.

You developed a silly crush on him during those weeks that only faded when you became closer to him and realized how much of that popular persona he had were just for show. You’d lost count of the amount of times you had to pay for both your meals just because he forgot his wallet at home, or how many times you almost fell asleep once he went off on a tangent about one such thing or another.

But even so, he’s one of the best friends you made in school.

You’re the one he goes to for help in choosing a university for college, and the two of you spend an entire night at your house brainstorming and writing down the pros and cons of each school. You have differing personalities and opinions, but by the end of it, you’re both satisfied with his decision regarding the school he chose.

And then you pass out on your couch after pulling that all-nighter. When you wake up, there’s lunch laid out on the dining table and a handwritten note from Zhongli.

To my beloved dearest friend, I hope you enjoy the meal and have a great day :)

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #itto x reader #arataki itto x reader #scaramouche x reader #zhongli x reader #gn reader

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squib-2006 · 11 days

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I have an idea

An au where Kai never shows up to the chens noodle house meeting cuz he was mad at what Lloyd said and instead ends up going deeper into ninjagos crime scene.

* Kai gets pissed at Lloyd callling him selfish and ends up getting really drunk and misses the meeting with Lloyd jay and Cole

* On his way back he accidentally falls into one of the canals and almost drowns. He manages to get out but a passer by recognizes him and saw him fall in but didn’t see him come back up

* Kai gets back to where ever he’s staying and promptly passes out for like three days

* The person that saw him fall in calls the cops and they assume Kai drowned and begin searching for his body

* Lloyd and the others at this point are already at chen’s island.

* Nya gets a call from the police about Kai and she like them assumes he drowned.

* She begins looking for Lloyd and the others to tell them that Kai’s gone then gets wrapped up in all the Chen stuff

* Kai wakes up to find that he’s on the news for being dead

* He decides to take advantage of this and decides to just go by shogun now

* He also decides to “pretend” to be female cuz he’s to recognizable no ther reason totalyyyy (yes this is a transfem Kai au cuz I do what I want)

* Meanwhile with the ninja when they catch up with Nya they learn that Kai’s dead and are very upset about it

* Chen also fails in his plans because he doesn’t have all the elements and when he try’s to use the spell the staff explodes killing him & clouce

* Skylor is arrested and put into kryptarium for working with her dad (this is very important I promise)

* Lloyd feels really bad about Kai because the last time they spoke he said really mean stuff and he wonders if Kai fell in somehow related to that.

* Meanwhile Kai begins making connections in the crime sphere in ninjago. She wears a disguise (a mask, dress large jacket and other clothing to hide her identity) and grows a reputation for herself

* She eventually starts to notice how shitty life is for lower class citizens of ninjago city and how the criminals and the upper class take advantage of that.

* She starts helping these people (mainly orphans) and creates a safe haven for them where all of them can live safely under her protection.

* She amasses a following for the people she helped + some criminals who have kinda changed their ways and they become a pretty big gang in ninjago city (I don’t have a name for this yet)

* With the ninja morro happens but garmadon takes the place of Kai in it cuz he never got banished (just imagine morro got let out by clouse on accident cuz he still attempted to banish garm but failed) and everything is basically the same up until they confront ronin

* Back with Kai a few months before Lloyd gets possessed she ran into a girl on the street named Natalie. Natalie claims to be an orphan and Kai does what she normally does when she finds a poor starving orphan on the street, she scoops her up and brings her back to her shelter (I don’t have a name for this yet either)

* Turns out Natalie is actually ronins daughter. She used to live with her parents in Styx (ronin was still doing ronin stuff so he was constantly gone all the time and she mainly lived with her mom) until one day ronin refused to pay soul archer his debt and souls archer went after his family. Nat’s mom ends up sacrificing her self to protect nat and nat runs away after. She ends up in ninjago city all alone.

* Kai after learning this decides to go and have a chat with ronin (because no one hurts her kids the people under her protection) and she runs into the ninja + garm when she goes to confront ronin (it’s when the ninja try and steal the scroll much to garms dismay because he’s still trying to be good)

* She panics but is slightly relieved when non of the ninja recognizes her (definitely helps that she’s wearing a mask and feminine clothes) ronin does tho due to his connections and questions her on why she’s here

* She doesn’t speak and just attacks him (she’s too worried the ninja will recognize her voice and she thinks that they won’t agree with what she’s doing and will be mad at her)

* So chaos ensues and Kai ends up leaving once she realizes Lloyd’s been possessed by a ghost and decides to dip to not interfere with the ninja’s mission anymore

* The season goes on as planned but the ninja now know who “shogun” is thanks to ronin. Lloyds a bit suspicious because of Kai’s red shogun name but guesses that maybe she was inspired by Kai or it’s just a coincidence.

* When Kai gets back she learns that some of her group members got arrested while trying to stop a fight between two other groups and decides to brake them out of kryptarium

* Cue skylors entrance

* Skylor manages to try and escape in the chaos of Kai’s brake in and almost escapes but is cornered by some guards

* Kai who’s crawling through the vents to get out while her group members have already escaped stops when she sees skylor getting cornered. Cue the love at first sight thing and she decides to help Skylor escape cuz she’s so pretty

* Skylor accepts Kai’s help and they escape and Kai brings her to her shelter

* Skylor has had a lot of time to reflect on her self during her imprisonment and is now glad her dad died cuz she really hated being evil

* Kai and Skylor grow closer together as Skylor joins the group and eventually Kai confesses her true identity cuz she trusts Skylor

* Skylor is confused at first because the ninja put her in prison and evreything but is ok with it because of how different Kai is

* Skylor is transfem in this au too! She she helps Kai realize that she’s not pretending to be a girl and helps her except herself

* They eventually form a romantic bond and skylor takes up a new persona to work under (I don’t have a name for it yet) to match Kai’s shogun persona

That’s all I have for now but this was all rattling around in my brain and I had to write it down

Other important stuffs

* Kai’s more morally grey in this au

* She kinda becomes similar to Jason Todd in the way she acts with her shogun persona

* She basically unofficially adopts all the orphan kids she lets stay in her shelter they all call her big sis sho

* In her group she has her close lieutenants (all ocs that I’m still thinking about names for) including skylor as her right hand woman

* She is a wanted criminal because she has broken some laws

* She doesn’t really use her powers or spinjitzu unless it’s really dire circumstances cuz it could be trailed back to her life as a ninja

* She’s kinda scared of seeing her the ninja again because she feels like she’s betrayed everything they stand for by being morally grey and doing borderline bad things

Feel free to ask me questions about this au (might help me come up with more ideas for it)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #kai ninjago #ninjago kai #ninjago au #kai jiang #kai smith #skylor chen #skylor ninjago #transfem Kai #crime lord Kai au #kai <3 #I apologize for any spelling mistakes I suck at spelling crap dispite English being my first language #Kai gets to be morally grey as a treat #I’m gunna be working on my ocs for this tho #I have never been more attracted to an au idea besides this one #most of my au’s rot in my brain or my notes app but this one was too good not to yap about

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eemamminy-art · 16 days

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not obligated to answer this but if you have anymore thoughts about alex sdv (or stardew valley at all) please share. i am obsessed with alex

Oh hell yeah anon you've activated my current hyperfixation 😁 I have a google doc where I'm dropping my headcanons and a bulleted timeline for a Alex/m!farmer longfic I've been writing in my head that's up to about 13 pages now ahaha so here's a few things!!

When he first moved to Pelican Town he was actually really quiet and reserved because he was still grieving heavily, so he never really got close to the other kids. He talks about how he played gridball with his mom so I think once he got the chance to play that in school (in another town no doubt) I think he came out of his shell then and made some friends, but all those friends lived far enough away that after graduating high school he's been pretty lonely and never could connect with the other people his own age in town.

He never goes into the saloon to my knowledge prior to the 10-heart event dinner scene, so I headcanon that it's because he doesn't drink alcohol and doesn't want the temptation to try it. I don't remember if it's said explicitly but I got the impression his dad's abuse stemmed from being drunk so I imagine Alex refuses to touch the stuff out of both principle and fear of becoming like his father one day.

I said it in another post but I headcanon him as gay and suffering comphet. He's built himself up as this cool popular guy, so he tries to emulate the sexist straight guys he's seen in movies but there's absolutely nothing behind it. He says something rude to a girl and then is like uhhh (shit what now) bye! 😅 I want to think that in getting to know the farmer he not only does away with that facade but also gets more comfortable in his sexuality!!

and on a sidenote to the above: I hc most of the town as gay or bi and I am toying with the idea of Abby being transfem! Sam/Seb is a given, and maaaybe they're in a poly relationship with Abby but I'm still undecided!! I like Maru/Penny as a concept but need to marinate on that a bit more, I see them always sitting together and it makes me happy but I need to think more on how they met and what their relationship would be like. I don't have anything solid yet in terms of other characters' gender or sexuality headcanons exactly, other than Caroline and Jodi being bi and desperately yearning to run away together 🥰

But back to Alex!! With how his storyline goes of trying to impress others with his jock persona, then trying to switch gears and be super booksmart, I headcanon that he gets close to the farmer via the farmer tutoring him so he can take a community college placement test. :3 My thought for why he's in the rut he's in is that he wanted to play college gridball but his grades in high school were so bad he has done nothing with himself since graduation and has just been stagnating and becoming more and more bitter (which only amps up his shitty attitude when the player first meets him). So trying to get educated is doubly good for him because he can work toward his sports dream (in a way) and try to impress the farmer. Though of course, the thing that brings them closer is Alex learning to be true to himself 😊

This is getting long, so last thing: he's actually a really well-rounded homemaker but does not even think about it really. George has been disabled for a long time, so all of the handy work around the house has to be handled by Alex, and he's so eager to help out his grands. :3 They put a roof over his head so of course he'll climb up onto it to fix the leaks when it rains! Evelyn is always cooking and baking and Alex is so soft for his granny he has been in the kitchen helping her for as long as he's lived with them, so he's actually got a real talent for cooking and baking too! One of the first things he learned after moving in with them was the proper way to set a table, and the best way to wash dishes efficiently. He's spent enough time at Haley's house having no chemistry with the poor girl, but found Emily's whole sewing setup really fascinating and she taught him to mend the holes in his letterman jacket when he asked so he knows how to hand sew! These are all skills that he has but doesn't recognize as skills, he just inherently has this desire to help the people in his life so he picks up this and that to make it easier!

Anyway! Thank you for letting me ramble 😄 Alex is really sweet and soft underneath the mask he wears, and he's been rotating in my head for the last few months hehe

I had bought sdv when it came out but barely touched it, and started it up again on a whim earlier this year and I'm so glad I did!! I really adore the game and it's bringing me a lot of joy currently 🥺

#sdv #stardew valley #sdv alex #alex mullner #headcanons #replies #anonymous

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gotham-ruaidh · 4 months

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Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be

Catch up: Chapter 1 (Starry Eyes) || Chapter 2 (Save Our Souls) || Chapter 3 (Dancing On Glass)|| Chapter 4 (Merry-Go-Round)|| Backstage (1) || Backstage (2) || Chapter 5 (Danger)|| Backstage (3) || Chapter 6A (Love Walked In) || Chapter 6B (Without You) || Backstage (4) || Chapter 7 (Stick To Your Guns) || Chapter 8 (Time For Change) || Backstage (5) || Chapter 9 (Take Me To The Top) || Backstage (6) || Chapter 10 (Home Sweet Home) || Backstage (7) || Chapter 11a (Nightrain) || Chapter 11b (Nothing Else Matters) || Chapter 12a (Handle With Care) || Chapter 12b (I’m So Tired of Being Lonely) || Chapter 13a (Angel) || Chapter 13b (She’s My Addiction) || Chapter 13c (Patience) Chapter 14a (Where Do We Go Now?) ||| Also posted at AO3

Chapter 14B: Where Do We Go Now?

Soundtrack: “Sweet Child O’ Mine,” Guns N’ Roses, 1987 [click here to listen]

Now and then when I see her face She takes me away to that special place And if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry

- Guns N’ Roses, “Sweet Child O’ Mine” (1987)

Tucson || July 1988

It didn’t matter what Colum or the label or anyone else said – all recording studios looked the same on the inside.

Sure, there were always small differences. The really comfortable couches at Sound City in Los Angeles. Electric Lady in Manhattan still had the really cool paint scheme that Jimi Hendrix himself had designed. Muscle Shoals in Alabama oozed coolness.

But this studio, whose name he couldn’t and didn’t care to remember, nestled down a back street in Tuscon was…tired.

Almost as tired as Jamie.

The “quick three week tour” had stretched to eight weeks, with no end in sight. Theater shows had been upgraded to arenas. Playing to thousands and thousands of ecstatic fans. Pouring their hearts out night after night after night, and squeezing in radio promos and sound checks and business meetings during the day.

Fucking exhilarating.

Everybody wanted a piece of Print – their music, their story. Jamie still hadn’t granted too many interviews this tour, but the press ate up every word he said about sobriety and music and forgiveness. Insatiable for details about the woman he had met in rehab, and written all the new songs about, and refused to name publicly.

Print was making more money than they knew what to do with. The label had sprung for a private plane, and nobody in the band missed the rickety and smelly tour bus (except Claire, because it was still all so new to her, which Jamie added to the list of thousands of reasons why he loved her). Their hotel rooms were bigger. Catering in the dressing rooms was much nicer.

Fucking exhausting.

So many people wanted a piece of Jamie every day. Ian and Angus, to run through the new material that just kept pouring out of them. Colum, to talk ticket sales and adding second and third nights in each city. The suits from the label, who kept finding them in Dallas and Kansas City and Detroit, slapping Jamie’s back and pushing terrible ideas for duets with pop stars or contributing to a movie soundtrack or pleading to do the acoustic set in a special for MTV.

And on top of that, some dirtbag reporter from the National Enquirer had figured out who Claire was, somehow got a hold of her personnel file from the hospital, and tracked down her shitty ex-husband for an exclusive interview. Splashed her life all over the tabloids, complete with very grainy photographs of the she and Jamie together, holding hands, on a rare day off in Nashville when he took her to a few honky-tonks. The one saving grace was that thankfully, nobody at The Ridge had said a word about anything about her time there, or the time they shared together.

Claire took it all in stride. She always understood. Holding him in the bathtub of their suite in Denver as he shook from another panic attack. Smiling over a three AM hamburger at a diner in Topeka. Whimpering as he came off stage in Atlanta, sweaty and keyed up from singing about her, hoisting her in his arms for a long kiss against the lighting equipment at side stage, heart stuttering to see his eye makeup smudged against her cheeks.

The man he was on the last tour – unhappy, unfulfilled, so deep in an addition he didn’t care to acknowledge – would not recognize the man he’d become on this tour.

“In ’86, we played seventy eight dates. We had a number one record. I bought my house, and my motorcycle, and my car.” Quietly he sipped coffee in their suite in Seattle, watching the city wake up, running his thumb over Claire’s shoulder as she settled against him in front of the window.

“You had everything you had always dreamed of.”

He snorted. “I was a mess. All I could think about during every show was how to find a girl or a bottle or a baggie as quickly as possible. And the crew would always do that for me.”

The crew respected his – and Claire’s – request for no drugs or alcohol backstage this tour. What the techs and roadies and production crew did on their own time, in their own hotel rooms, with whoever they wanted to – Jamie didn’t care. But for everyone to help with, to respect, his sobriety was a gift. And he never stopped saying thank you.

“If only those reporters could see you now – Jamie Fraser swaggering off stage for an Evian.”

He smiled. “And to kiss this beautiful doctor who for some reason keeps following him around. Because he loves her, more than any man has ever loved any woman.”

He wanted to provide for her. To shelter and protect her. To never leave her side ever again.

She didn’t need him to do any of that, of course. They’d talked about it many times. But she wanted him to do that. And the fact that she chose him, kept choosing him…that was why they kept going. Kept each other sober. Kept holding each other up.

They’d agreed that this time on tour was for her to understand this part of him – and to help both of them decide how and where they would live once the tour was done.

Which is why the radio silence from Boston, four weeks after mailing the letter from Philadelphia asking, politely, just what the hell was going on…was so fucking crushing.

The stress of that – and the grind of touring – did make it just a bit more difficult every day.

Thankfully Colum had scheduled a week-long break at the end of the month. Angus was already planning a trip to Aruba with the two groupies, who truth be told had grown on the rest of the band. Ian was planning to spend the week with his wife, Jamie’s sister Jenny, and their kids.

And Jamie and Claire – well, they’d be getting married.

Only a few people knew, with good reason. Ian and Jenny, of course. Alec and Faith, in New York. Colum. Dougal MacKenzie and his wife Gillian, who had helped both Jamie and Claire so much at The Ridge. Uncle Lamb, who would officiate. And Claire’s friends Joe and Gail Abernathy, who had quite literally saved her life by getting her to The Ridge in the first place.

The service would be simple. Exactly what they wanted – what they needed.

And after that…well. They would truly be husband and wife.

But there was a lot to do – a lot to take care of – between now and then. Not the least of which was, wrapping up this recording session.

The time laying down acoustic tracks in Philadelphia last month was very well spent. They weren't so rusty. But the guys were eager to hear the songs in electric form. And since they were in Tucson, and Colum knew Bobby Higgins – who not only owned this studio, but who had also produced that really killer Ratt album in ’84…

“OK, Jamie.”

Jamie took a deep breath, and looked up through the glass at Bobby, hunched over the console in the control room.

“Ready for take two?”

Jamie looked left, to Angus – and right, to Ian.

“Yup.”

“OK – this is In My Veins, take two.”

Jamie grit his teeth.

Caught Claire’s eye in the control room.

She smiled.

He relaxed.

Angus counted in on his drumsticks, and then started the heavy beat like they’d discussed.

Four bars – and Jamie’s guitar and Ian’s bass joined in.

“That was really, really great, Jamie.”

Claire handed him a new bottle of water, cap already twisted off. He drank it in four deep gulps.

“I know you’re not shitting me. So thank you.”

Quickly she looked over her shoulder – Angus’ cheeks were being loudly kissed by the groupies, and Ian played around with his bass, and Colum and Bobby were deep in conversation in the control room.

“Where are you?”

She had pulled him away before, when the panic attacks were coming, and he knew she’d do it again right now if needed.

He wiped his mouth with the back of a sweaty hand. “About an eight out of ten.”

“Do you need a break?”

He met her eyes. “I need a meeting. Been thinking about my old friend Jack Daniels all day.”

“Did you see something?”

He sighed. “I’ve only played electric a handful of times since I got back from The Ridge.” He looked down at the gorgeous Stratocaster strapped across his chest, fist flexing. “I got this guitar because the black tone and white trim matched the label on the bottle. Stupid, I know. But it’s all I could think about today.”

“Not stupid. We’ll deal with it. You should call Alec. And I can find you a meeting.”

He leaned in, and kissed her forehead. “I love you. I’ll call him. And I need to sell this guitar.”

She nodded. “We’ll find a charity.”

He kissed her again. “I love you.”

She kissed him quickly, and returned to the control room.

Grateful that Jamie had turned away to talk to the guys, when Colum tapped her on the shoulder, and slid over an envelope postmarked Boston.

“Mail call. Do I want to know?”

She shook her head, folded the letter, and slid it into the back pocket of her jeans. “Is there a Yellow Pages I can borrow?”

#outlander #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire #little bit better than i used to be

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au-wannabe-the-very-best · 7 months

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Wild man and Wild miss

What of Rei shows up as the isekai'd one and when he learns about how the clans treat twins, he goes off on Adaman and Irida over it. He was educated on things like medical stuff and such because his shitty parents wanted him to be a Doctor, and then they disowned for being a trainer. He immediately tears into these two clans of superstious idiots and out right refuses to work with them because of all the f'd stuff they've done because of generational superstition. This leads to being kicked from the Galaxy team and meeting Ingo and Akari.

I was actually planning on Ingo taking the place as the "protagonist" of this AU. Big difference is that Arceus doesn't actually send Ingo a "mission" or anything. Jubilife doesn't even exist yet so telling Ingo to "seek out all Pokémon" would have just been a confusing order.

However, Ingo is a Battle Facility Head. The man will naturally gravitate towards expanding the relationship between people and Pokémon. He loves Pokémon, he loves battling, and he loves being challenged. Arceus doesn't really need to push Ingo on the path, Ingo will do that all on his own. Especially since he has his memories.

Rei is going to be a settler in the village. He's three years old when the village starts getting built, and a few months after they arrive, Ingo and Akari will roll on up into town.

Akari's two. She's one of the few people around close to Rei's age. They hit it off pretty quickly.

Ingo develops a relationship with the people of the village pretty quickly, too. He's a nice dude, and he helps them out with building their settlement and even gives them advice on where they should forage, what areas to avoid, etc. Even gives them information about the clans and what cultural differences they should be mindful of.

When Akari is five and recovering from meeting her twin, Ingo takes her to Jubilife to get professional medical treatment, and Rei is there to make sure his friend is okay.

Akari tells him that she wishes he was her brother. Rei is very enthusiastic about that and resolves to be The Best Big Brother Ever.

Rei's an orphan and being raised by the village as a whole, but Ingo is... not too keen on taking this kid away. It's safer here in the village, and the only reason Ingo and Akari aren't living there themselves is because they're living with the Zoroark pack, basically their family.

Still, he makes Rei wooden toys to match Akari's and even contemplates getting the boy a partner Pokémon of his own. Akari just recently made close friends with a Snorunt, after all... Perhaps a baby Pokémon? There should be Pichu hiding out in the fields...

#Submas #Ingo #Subway Boss Ingo #Papa Ingo #Akari #Rei #PLA Akari #PLA Rei #Wild Man and Wild Miss #Uncle Ingo #Protagonist Ingo #Pokemon #Pokémon

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 7 months

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Which cullen would fall prey to an mlm scam first

You mean a pyramid scheme?

Well, the trouble with pyramid schemes, is they can be surprisingly tricksy even if you know what to look for. They're very good at reeling you in and convincing you it's different somehow than a pyramid scheme. See, it's shaped like a funnel and not a pyramid! Or you earn income based on how much you sell and then you can enter another tier!

A lot of people who would think they'd never get roped into a pyramid scheme can end up sucked into one if they're not wary.

But alright, let's do it.

Alice

Alice doesn't fall into this for a few reasons.

The first is that her gift stops her, she sees this venture won't make her money but will get her saddled with a shitty product she can't peddle fast enough to break even.

Alice is perfectly content playing with the stock market.

The second is that Alice wouldn't be interested. She has her own way of making more money than she could ever hope to being a salesman and she'd have no interest in selling the kinds of products that pyramid schemes usually do (which are generally mass produced, cheap, and rarely have any quality to them). Alice wouldn't think they're good products and would have no interest in trying to market them herself and sell them to others.

Bella

Doomed.

Give Bella the right pitch, (and many of these are aimed towards women trying to support themselves), and she's there selling what she believes is a great makeup product/clothes line/what have you and refusing to believe she's made a terrible mistake and been conned along with all these earnest other women.

Edward I imagine has to get rid of the product for her and get her out of the hole (Bella's pride never lives this down).

Carlisle

Carlisle's been in the human world long enough, interacted with it more than the others, and is generally very particular about how he should be viewed and seen that I don't see him biting.

"I am human doctor man" Carlisle says, and has no intention in pursuing any other means of income or anything that would make him not look like human doctor man who is definitely 39 why do you ask?

It's not even a matter of him being swayed or not, he's not listening close enough, and likely makes his earliest escape.

Edward

Edward's actually in a little danger in part because of his gift. The thing about pyramid schemes is that those in the lower tiers (even the mid tiers) aren't in the know. They may suspect it's a pyramid scheme, and that they're in too deep to get out, but it's the ones at the top who really planned the thing. The very low-level grunts generally believe it's a real company (it's how they get hooked and sucked in).

If Edward were to meet someone trying to hook him in (as you generally get rewards for recruiting others) then there's a chance.

Now, the chance is small, because like Alice, Edward's comfortable with his money and has 0 desire to work or be a salesman (notice Edward just goes to high school, then university and never goes off on his own or with one of the others to get a job).

That said, I could see Edward being tricked into believing it's a good product, a good cause, and more by people who earnestly believe it. More, because Edward doesn't really doubt his gift, it might not occur to him that these people are also being lied to or else are lying to themselves.

Edward also believes himself intelligent enough that he'd never fall for a pyramid scheme and so would be less wary of it.

Basically, still unlikely as Edward would never get dragged to one of these meetings or into it, but not impossible and much more likely than Alice.

Emmett

Doomed.

If he was taken to the right pitch, for the right product, even though he himself would never use it he'd think it'd be so cool that of course he should sign up. Hey, then he can make some dough for a change, how about that Alice.

It doesn't last long, though, as Rosalie tells him, "Honey, this is a pyramid scheme".

(It also doesn't last long as no one would ever pitch Emmett as he looks fucking terrifying and he's huge).

Esme

Esme's so nice, I could easily see her being essentially bullied into joining. The thing is, she actually doesn't get in too deep because she never depletes her initial stock and has no hope of doing so. Esme doesn't go out enough or interact enough with others to actually sell the product so the terrible makeup brand just... sits there...

She's out some amount of money, but she won't dig herself into the hole that usually happens in pyramid schemes where, with the taste of initial success, you just keep going.

Jasper

Jasper's too scary. The others are all too scary but Jasper's really too scary. He's never approached and if he was I imagine him staring dully at these human products not sure what he is supposed to do with them or how he's supposed to sell them with his face.

Renesmee

Doomed.

Renesmee has no idea how anything works and is ridiculously sheltered by the Cullens. I doubt 'theft' is even a concept she understands nor is 'money' for that matter. Now, this might help her, as she has no idea how to sell anything, but like Esme she probably gets conned into signing the dotted line and making the initial purchase because the nice salespeople tell her it's a great idea.

Rosalie

Rosalie has been through a lot and is naturally wary and skeptical of others. More, while liking to be the prettiest in the room, she doesn't seem all that weak to flattery from what we see of her. Rosalie would be immediately suspicious of anyone trying to sell her anything or get her to do something as she'll be immediately wondering what they get out of this and why they're trying so hard.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #the cullens #alice cullen #carlisle cullen #bella swan #edward cullen #emmett cullen #esme cullen #renesmee cullen #jasper whitlock #rosalie hale #meta #headcanon #opinion

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omfg i'm sorry to rant but i NEED a sympathetic person to hear this. i like the every single album podcast more than most swifties, but today's ep -- and the last few -- are driving me insane. i am so fucking sick of hearing nathan and nora wring their hands over what joe might deal with. all harassment is bad, but i am done pretending that jake g and john mayer went through….any kind of wringer? they had like...a semi-awkward couple of weeks? jake is still a mega a-lister and john mayer is widely considered to be one of the greatest living guitarists. fuck, what mayer did was outright predatory -- and he's done it to multiple women -- and lbr, he lives 99% of his life totally unperturbed by it. he's not losing gigs or status in the places that matter to him; i suspect a lot of swifties aren't aware of this but i'm a guitar nerd, and uh, yeah, he's considered a living god and no one gives a shit what he did to taylor. and literally everyone woman in the public eye, including taylor, goes through worse every single fucking day, even at their heights of popularity. i don't know how to deal with hearing nathan and nora worry about :(((( omg what will joe go through :((((( when he's never going to have disgusting ai porn of himself explode across twitter on a random weekday. maybe i feel this strongly b/c i work in games, where hordes of male fans regularly ruin random women's lives because they animated a female character wearing a t-shirt instead of a string bikini, but i can't deal with this anymore. these men are fine. lots of people get mad at them, but it's because they did truly shitty things to her and she refused to absorb it silently. then it breaks, and their lives go on.

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I feel like Nora really articulated what Anon was trying to say the other day about along the gist of "I hope something really bad happened to justify all of this." Interesting perspectives! Btw I just want to be super clear that I don't think Taylor or anyone has to justify anything like that! Just thought it was interesting how Nora put it in the latest episode and T's power is the unusual part of this equation.

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In a very classic "I thought the two of you should meet!" re: today's The Ringer / Every Single Album pod episode.

I will say I read both of these messages before listening to the episode myself and tbh I think Nora ultimately landed in a pretty middle and reasonable place (it started out pretty rocky though) by the end of the episode. My understanding is she ultimately felt like Taylor has every right to tell the story that she wants / needs to tell and the work will speak for itself. That this is Taylor going face to face with the elephant in the room and (probably - we don't know obviously) not obfuscating the reality that we all saw play out in real time behind 'fictionalized' half truths roleplayed by semi-imaginary characters. And at the end of the day the (likely - AGAIN WE DON'T KNOW) reality is that she's prepared to walk through the narrative that is this pressure cooker storyline many are waiting with baited breath for which is the deterioration of her most significant relationship to date.

All that to say is that I think both of these points are incredibly valid. I personally have a lot of feelings wrapped up in it that do tend to come down more on the side of it's strange that the default position is this desire to sign up as first in line defence attorney for a man when the crime as we know it is 'woman writes her life into art'.

Nora interestingly noted that there's a "pressure for this album to come with receipts" (paraphrase) based on this (fan) hyped up narrative of something sinister having gone awry that this album will pull the curtain back on. And if it fails to do that, enter said self-appointed attorneys.

#opinion #tss nanonsense

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We're Still Shit Out of Luck, Munson (pt. 2)

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Part One Masterlist

Summary: After being snowed in with Eddie and accidentally falling for him, you two are left to figure out what this is and how to make it work – by any means necessary.

Word Count: ~8.6k

Warnings: Angst. Swearing. Fluff. More fluff. Eddie's a hopeless romantic.

A/n: Thank you everyone for the love I received on part one of this fic. I had no idea people would like it so much. Please let me know your thoughts! Love hearing from you all, and thank you for reading <3

And tip: you can listen to any song from Stick Season by Noah Kahan while reading

It hadn’t been enough for Eddie.

One kiss. That’s all he was able to sneak in before the most horrible and irritating people ever (read: friends he loved dearly) interrupted you two. Then you were gone from his grasp, leaving him cold all over again in that godforsaken cabin. At the sound of Steve’s voice announcing they had made it back, he couldn’t help pressing his mouth to yours before the moment came crashing down around him.

It had ended all too quick, the pulsing left on his lips aching to return to you. The taste of you left him intoxicated, crawling back for more if Harrington’s stupid grin and stupid hair hadn’t waltzed back with his arms wide. You offered an apologetic smile to him before turning to greet the group, his own feet trailing behind you.

And that was the last day there before the weekend ended, so he couldn’t even share the bed with you for real this time. With you in his arms… as someone who wanted to kiss him. They’d been in and out of the room even while packing, telling story after story of the motel and plows. You couldn’t blame them – you’d come along to spend time with them, not to fall for Eddie. Though that certainly wasn’t a horrible coincidence.

But in the spare moments between Robin asking if you’d seen her hairbrush for the third time and Jonathan trying to figure out the drive back on that outdated map, it’d been quiet besides the rustling of clothes being shoved back into bags. You’d wanted it all to be comfortable, to feel as easy as it had been just hours ago, but everything weighed over you. It lingered in the air, stealing the breath from your lungs until you rushed out in a whisper, “I’m driving back to college tomorrow.”

A hard swallow bit down your throat as you risked a glance to him, and you lost that gamble. You would’ve loved to look up at his soft eyes to find that adoration he had for only you; hell, even a hardset glare at this shitty situation sitting in front of you. But they were neither. His eyes had looked up at you in raw shock, betrayal almost at it all. Then they broke as they turned just a bit shinier.

“How long?” he asked, voice quiet as he continued packing things into his bag.

“How long… what?” The pit in your stomach refused to ease, even without him looking at you now. It just wanted his arms back around your body.

His labored sigh snaked through the room – not out of frustration, but because he feared for the worst. “How long is the drive from Hawkins?”

You paused, leaving an expectant pocket of silence threatening to swallow up everything in its path. You’d changed your mind, wanting him to meet your eyes again. Please look up, Eddie.

“I, uh… a few hours, a bit more. Three if you speed,” you told him, hoping he could tell that you were practically begging him to visit without you having to voice it. To be sure, you reached out your hand toward his. If anyone walked in, your body would block their view – and you’d almost pity them for missing out on the freckles that dotted the back of Eddie’s fingers, freckles that you rubbed over with your thumb like it could grant some wish.

Still, he hadn’t raised his eyes an inch, so you squeezed his hand and said, “Well, if someone wanted to drive there, they’d probably need the phone number of the student. Just in case, of course.” And his silent laugh brought a warmth to your chest you had missed.

“I suppose they would, wouldn’t they?” Eddie asked, tilting that lopsided grin your way. “So, sweetheart…”

“Yes?” you said, expression innocent and holding back a laugh as you waited for him to ask.

He sighed again, but it held no malice. “Could I get your phone number?”

You pretended to think about it, pursing your lips before saying, “Well I think it would only be fair if I got your number in return, wouldn’t it? Especially if I’m to make it to your concert.”

And he nodded, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “God, I got to kiss a genius. You come up with the best ideas.”

A laugh bubbled up your chest as you lightly smacked him. “Just because flattery works on you Eddie doesn’t mean it works on me.”

“Oh, so a genius and a liar…” he said, shaking his head. He brought a hand up to brush a finger against your cheek, his eyes unwavering this time. “Because I know exactly what happens when I call you the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

Part of you hated he was right, like your heated cheeks and inability to form words. But the other part of you nearly damned it all to kiss that smug grin off his face. Though none of it mattered, as every part of you hated the approaching footsteps and dropped hands, especially the wave of cold they left in their path.

Nancy had come to announce that they’d be leaving soon, and you found it hard to hide your disappointment. The two of you couldn’t even convince the group to let you ride back with him in the van, insisting that Robin and Steve lived closer to Eddie than your parents did.

You’d wanted to speak up, to tell the lump in your throat and their judgments to go to hell. Eddie nearly did say that. But neither of you knew what existed between the two of you, and jeopardizing it by telling your friends was not on the table.

God, he wished you were on the table, him between your legs and mouth on yours.

His eyes blinked hard as he concentrated on the road again, playing your secret goodbye in his head throughout the whole ride back. Eddie dodged side-eyes from Steve and occasional questions from Robin about whether he was okay because he didn’t once complain about the terrible choice of music they picked.

You’d caught Nancy’s gaze in the rearview mirror a few times, knowing she had silent questions she wanted to ask. And you expected a call from her later when it’d just be the two of you, but she let you sit there quietly for now, planning all the different weekends you might be free to drive back here. For Eddie.

–

“Does next weekend work?”

“I’ve got Parent Weekend then. What about the weekend after? The… 16th?” you asked, looking through your calendar as you stood in your college dorm’s common area on the public phone.

The sigh coming through his end of the line had you chewing on your lip before he answered. “They’ve got me working a double that weekend, some dick called out.”

“I’m sure he didn’t do it just to spite you, Eddie,” you said, offering a small laugh.

“Well he did spite me by making me wait to see you again.” You could practically see the way he huffed, laying in bed at his place with those wrinkles set deep between his eyebrows and hand too tight on the receiver. “Okay, what about the 23rd then?” he asked.

You flipped through your calendar, the rustling of the pages filling the nearly empty room. As soon as you saw your writing there, your eyes squeezed shut, not realizing you let out a soft groan.

“No good, huh?”

“No,” you breathed out, hand coming to rub down your face. “Got a test and an essay due that Monday. Professor Quinn’s class, can’t fail it.”

“‘S okay,” he offered, but Eddie’s voice made your lips press together to stop you from saying something you might regret – like ‘But I miss you’ or ‘Come anyway, please.’ Instead, you let the static fill the space between you. When imagining him this time, you tried picturing yourself right next to him, laying against his chest as he read some book out loud to you or talked about some metal song and its meaning.

It shattered apart when he spoke again. “Guess I won’t see ya until our concert, then,” he said, his words flat and shoved through the line with a wince. ‘Corroded Coffin’ was written on the Friday after, surrounded by a few doodled hearts. You’d wanted to see each other sooner, but the universe seemed to have other plans.

“I know… I know,” you told Eddie, trying to offer some reassurance to unspoken words, but it felt as much for you as it was for him. “I’m sorry, but I’ll be there. Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Eddie.”

A soft hum came from him, followed by, “I like when you say my name.” Now that there was nothing to be done for these horrible plans, you were grateful he changed the subject.

“Yeah?” you asked, feeling a smile grow across your face. “Would’ve picked you as a ‘darling’ or ‘handsome’ kind of guy. Maybe a ‘super handsome Dungeon Master Eddie’ for special occasions.”

You hadn’t realized how much you missed the waves of his laugh until it kissed your ears against the phone. “Well now that you’ve said it, I could certainly get used to the last one, sweetheart. ‘S got a nice ring to it,” he said, his grin evident in his voice. “Really though, ‘Eddie’ sounds perfect coming from you.”

Thankful he couldn’t see the way your face lit up or stomach flutter from his words, you shut your eyes and just stood there listening to his soft breaths. Only when you heard someone come in to use the phone did you say something. “Gotta go, Eddie. You promise to write?”

“Course, I’ll see you soon,” he said, and you weren’t sure this call had made your body feel better for talking with him or worse because it reminded you that he wasn’t actually there.

Either way, you told him “Goodbye” with a sad sort of smile on your lips.

“Bye, sweetheart. Dream of me.” With that, he hung up, leaving you there for a moment listening to the dial tone before remembering the girl waiting there.

You nodded your head to her as you passed, taking your much too full calendar with you. And you did dream of Eddie, trying to hug him but no matter what you did, he slipped through your outstretched fingers like sand. The next time you spoke with him, you wouldn’t tell him that you woke up with tears in your eyes.

–

Eddie had tried, he really had. Harder than he’d ever tried at school, that was for sure. He’d pleaded with every one of his coworkers at the auto shop to take his shifts that weekend so he could visit you – he had promised to take double the shifts for them, had even tried bribing them with money, even though it’d only been $5.

And he got rid of one of them, opening up Saturday even if he had to be back on Sunday. But he’d get to be with you for a few hours. That was enough. When he’d gotten ready to make the drive and surprise you – hair clean, clothes unwrinkled, and a pile of your favorite snacks – his phone rang.

He regretted picking it up, fearing it’d be work. And he was right. His boss said the guy who’d promised to take the shift bailed, so Eddie had to come in or he’d be fired. Slamming the receiver down, he let out a guttural groan that burned his throat. Throwing off his nice clothes for his grease-stained ones, he couldn’t bring himself to even tell you about his plans at all, knowing you’d be just as disappointed as he was.

His grip on the steering wheel did nothing to relieve his anger – at his coworker, at his stupid job, at whatever sick and twisted universe was laughing at his misery. The only thing that got him through the weekend was picturing finally seeing you again. Toothy grin and warm touch wrapped around him, jokes that made him shake his head, and kindness he wasn’t sure he always deserved. But you gave it to him without question, and he counted down the days until he could have that again.

–

The week leading up to Eddie’s concert, the weekend you’d finally be able to spend time with him since those days trapped in the cabin together, you found yourself pacing more often, picking at the seam of your jeans, abusing your lip with your teeth as you thought of every detail the weekend held for you two.

You packed your bag with everything you needed well before you left, checking at least twice every day until Friday finally came. Maybe you were doing a bit too much, but you’d already made him cookies in the terrible dorm kitchen, so there was no going back now. You tried to keep most of this excitement down when talking with Eddie, not wanting to overwhelm or intimidate him with your feelings – but even with your worries, you knew he wouldn’t be, not with how much he talked about wanting to spend every minute with you while you visited.

After your final Friday class, your legs carried you through crowds of people as you grabbed your things and said a quick goodbye to your roommate before racing to your car under building waves of rain. The engine rumbled to life in the damp air that turned your deep breaths foggy, and as you turned out onto the street, you only hoped he felt just as excited to see you.

–

Eddie was losing it, practically shitting himself when Friday came. He’d spent more time cleaning his apartment than he had in his entire life, scrubbing things he had never known he had to clean. His clothes were folded, his fridge and cupboards filled with drinks and snacks he knew you’d like, hell, he even tucked in his sheets when making his bed. What were you doing to him?

He walked – no, floated really – through work, his palms constantly sweaty and body fidgety. His mind sat elsewhere while under the hood, nearly taking off his fingers when not paying attention one time. And though his feet were tired, he took a long shower after work to scrub himself free of dirt and grease. Because you were coming, just a few hours before his show at The Hideout, and everything had to work out, right? Right?

And standing in the middle of his apartment, looking out at the storm rolling in, Eddie believed, naively, for a moment. Until his phone rang.

–

You shoved your fingers under your arm, hoping to warm them up just a little as you stood in the phone booth. As it rang again and again, you pretended the water dripping down your cheeks was only from the rain you’d run through. You eyed your car on the side of the road dipping slightly to the side from its popped tire. The sun had started its descent now in the late afternoon, and the streets filled with more and more cars as rush hour grew. You were only halfway to Hawkins.

“Hello?”

Your bottom lip began to quiver, trying to focus on the way his sweet voice brought you into a safe hug rather than how it broke your heart.

“Hey, Eddie,” you whispered, not trusting your words quite yet. Though it didn’t matter to hide anything, not when it came to you.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, worry instantly coating his words like suffocating sap threatening to drown you.

Glancing at your car once more, you swallowed down a hard lump in your throat and ripped the bandaid off. “I, uh, got a flat tire. So I’m stuck here for a little bit – I called a local tire shop and a guy’s going to hopefully get here soon to help.”

You heard rustling from his side of the line followed by keys jingling. “I can come get you, where are you at?” he asked.

With a shallow laugh, you told him, “I’m still an hour and a half out, Eddie. And it’s rush hour. You won’t make it back in time for your show.”

“Doesn’t matter. Where are you?”

You shook your head, more for yourself than him. The zipper of your coat clinked against the glass of the phone booth as you shifted, your fingers tightening against its hem. “I should still be there in time to drive over with you to warm up, okay?”

Your eyes shut at hearing his rough sigh. An aching erupted in your chest as you whispered out, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he told you. “Though, at this point, I have to ask. Were you some criminal in your past life? A murderer?”

“I don’t think so…” You let out an unsure laugh through your nose. “Were you?”

“Must’ve been, because it feels like we’re paying for something – some horrible destiny to make up for our past mistakes,” he said. And though he tried joking, the reality of your distant relationship and its obstacles weighed heavy in the miles between you.

You chewed on the inside of your lip, ignoring the pounding in your ears as you said, “Couldn’t be too horrible if I’m seeing you.”

His cheesy smile practically shone through the phone as he laughed. You imagined him covering his eyes with a hand, his cheeks dusted pink. “You sure know how to melt a guy, sweetheart.”

And rather than hang up, Eddie talked with you about everything and nothing while waiting for the tire guy. You’d long since dried, your cheeks warm rather than wet as you laughed at his story of him, Steve, and Robin getting kicked out of a movie theater for quoting all the lines of The Labyrinth and throwing popcorn at each other.

You used up all of your spare change to keep the call going, Eddie promising to pay you back despite your protests. But as the sky began to turn a darker shade of blue, the rain still dripping outside, a pit ate its way in your stomach when help still hadn’t arrived.

In a lull, you said in a weak voice, “Eddie…”

“Don’t,” he breathed, and you winced. “He has to be there soon. He has to, honey.”

“It’s getting late. I won’t make it in time to drive over with you.” It came out a whisper, your head leaning against the cold glass. With a smile that didn’t reach your eyes, you said, “Think we’re shit out of luck again, Munson.”

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Yeah…”

Eddie’s words felt as a plea that would break your heart to deny him. “That’s okay. Just meet me at The Hideout.” He paused, before saying, “Please.”

“I will.” And you wanted to say something more, even opened your mouth to tell him how important this was and how hard you’d get your stupid car to work to get you to him. But you were running out of minutes on the call, and with no more change in your pocket, you just said, “Can’t wait to see you. Good luck, Eddie.” You’d make it there, someway, somehow.

“Thanks, sweetheart. Be safe.”

–

When Eddie knew you’d hung up, he pressed the receiver down much too hard. His fingers pressed against his head, twisting around his hair. He’d see you. You’d come. It’d be okay.

But as he laced his shoes, grabbing his guitar and equipment, he couldn’t stop the disappointing possibility of coming back here tonight without you – his spotless apartment that felt much too quiet, too empty now. Maybe he’d make a mess before falling asleep just so it’d feel like you’d left your clothes there.

The slick roads reflected shimmering lights from street lamps. Rain drops flew past the headlights of Eddie’s van, thundering against its metal exterior. He tried drumming his fingers to the beat of whatever song played in the background, not that he really focused on it, but his tapping fell off rhythm, joining the cacophony outside.

Even when he pulled up to the back of The Hideout, his mind felt as foggy as his clouded windshield. He barely caught Gareth’s slight frown as Eddie just nodded to him, bringing his equipment inside without a word. It wasn’t until he’d readied everything and snuck a glance out into the crowd did his body start to come back online. You weren’t there. Checking his watch, he saw there were only ten minutes before they’d call the band out.

He bounced back and forth on his feet, shaking his hands out as if it could toss away his stabbing nerves… or maybe it felt like a sharp pain carved out by your absence. Eventually, Jeff came by, clapping a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“You ready, man?” he asked, adjusting his guitar strap as he did so.

Eddie nodded hard, sending his hair flying. Perhaps if he faked it hard enough, it’d somehow come true. “Yeah,” he breathed out, “We got this.” But he couldn’t find it in himself to say anything more. He checked his watch again, and a few more times. His head peeked out to the crowd, looking one more time for you – for those eyes that’d tell him it was all okay. For that smile whispering promises of better days together.

But he didn’t see either, and as Gareth let him know it was time to get into places, Eddie imagined whether you’d make it time for him leaving. That at home, he could strum on his baby for you, give you some sort of concert. Or if you were still stuck there an hour and a half away, he’d drop everything to make it there in 45 minutes – god, he’d really just let you stay there. He shook his head. He should’ve just left to get you, and his hand would be entwined with yours right now, your head leaning on his shoulder.

Even after that, Eddie began to plan other weekends that’d work for him. He’d make any of them work. Fuck work and his shitty coworker. He’d have you. And as Corroded Coffin walked out onto the small stage, a forced smile on his face and too shallow breaths falling from his lips, he took his spot to find you mere feet away – soaked from the rain and out of breath. But you were there.

–

You’d made the drive as fast as you could, but rush hour took mercy on no one. At least Eddie wouldn’t have to know how many times you nearly screamed at the other drivers for getting in your way, because you’d made it in time. Almost forgetting to even lock your car, you sprinted under the rainstorm into The Hideout the second a voice from the speakers announced Corroded Coffin. You squeaked out apologies to people you pushed past to get closer to the creaking stage.

The heat of the people around you made your damp clothes stick to your skin, the beads of raindrops plopping down around you. But you couldn’t find yourself caring too much when Eddie walked out, clothed in his leather jacket and red flannel tied around his waist. His wild hair spilled around his face in a halo, framing his eyes that immediately found yours. Eyes shining a warm brown in the stage lights, softening as you gave him a small wave, unable to dampen your growing smile.

He mouthed back “Hi” with the widest, toothiest grin you’d ever seen. And if you thought your hammering heartbeat couldn’t grow stronger, you were almost thankful to be wrong once they began playing.

You weren’t sure what to focus on – his hands as they effortlessly floated across his guitar, his veins visible as his fingers flexed. Maybe his legs. Eddie never seemed to stop moving, his thighs tight under his black jeans. You tried his eyes for a bit, but they rarely left your face, and you could only take his intense gaze for so long. So more often than you’d admit, it landed back at his mouth moving along to the words, though it often quirked up into a smirk at your constant staring.

But how could you not stare? You’d made it, and here he was. You swore your smile never left your face through the whole performance, not that you remembered much of it. It passed in a blur, your body only calming when the last note drifted into silence, a promise of Eddie coming out in a few minutes settling into your relaxing shoulders and deeper breaths.

Shuffling through the crowd, you planned to grab a drink when you heard the unmistakable sound of Eddie’s voice saying your name. You felt his hand brush up your arm before you saw him, his fingers wrapping around you and pulling you to him in a crushing hug. Your face pressed against him as a breath rushed from your lungs, shutting your eyes as you let reality sink in.

“Sorry, I’m sweaty,” he said, his voice next to your ear. Eddie tried pulling away, but you held him even tighter.

“Don’t care,” you whispered to him, feeling him smile against you.

You eventually let him pull back, and you couldn’t say you missed hugging him – not when you took in the hopeless look on his face, one that probably matched yours. “Wanna get outta here?” he asked, thumb rubbing back and forth along your arm.

“Shouldn’t I meet your bandmates or something? Are you sure you want to leave?” You furrowed your eyebrows, not wanting to make him leave if he enjoyed myself.

But that made him laugh. “You can meet them at a different show. We’re on limited time, sweetheart,” he said, entwining his fingers in yours and leading you through the crowd and outside. Thankfully, the rain had softened into a light drizzle.

He walked with you toward his van around back, which made you pause. “Oh, I parked over there.” You pointed to the other side of the lot.

But Eddie swung your hands forward and back, squeezing just a bit harder as he asked, “Would it sound too desperate if I said I’d rather just drive together? We could come get your car tomorrow.”

Your grin must’ve looked teasing because his face dropped, his mouth opening as if to say something to explain himself. But you couldn’t stop the fluttering in your stomach or the giddiness threatening to fall from your lips at his sweet words. “If the owner’s okay with it, then yeah. I’d love to, Eddie. But I have to get my things from my car.” You squeezed his hand back as he nodded before continuing, “I could meet you back at your van if you need to still pack up your things.”

“That’s alright. I’ll come with you,” he said, letting you bring him to your car. Though it was only a minute there and a minute back, you were glad he came along – even if to just ask you how the drive had been and take your constant compliments on how well he played. And that look reappeared like it’d always been there, the one that made it hard to think and look away from his gaze.

Eddie of course offered to carry your bag back, but you offered him the cookies you made instead. As he opened them up, you rambled. “Hope you like them. They’re chocolate chip. But if you don’t, blame my terrible dorm kitchen.” And you began to say, “We can make some together if they didn’t turn out–”

“Holy shit, are you Martha Stewart?” he said, disbelieving laughs coming out in between bites. “I can’t bake for shit, but I’d learn if you gave me this recipe. Here, have one.”

He held out a cookie in front of your mouth as you two walked, making you try to grab a bite while moving. But it was worth it because he wasn’t wrong. Your family recipe never did disappoint.

The cookies ended up in the front seat as Eddie loaded your bag into the back. He climbed in next to you, casting glances your way the entire time he drove the two of you back to his place. “You had dinner yet?” he asked.

“Besides one bite of a cookie, no. Didn’t get the chance – I was running late somewhere. Can’t remember where though,” you teased, nudging his elbow with yours.

He gave a soft smile, saying, “I hope it was worth it, whatever it was.”

“Oh it was.” Though your head leaned toward the window, eyes watching cars and buildings pass by in streams behind the rain, you rested your hand in your lap, his laying right on top. Never far.

“Okay, well even though I’m sweaty and you got soaked by rain – and it’s pretty late – we could go out to eat somewhere. I mean, I’d like to take you out somewhere. If you want… you did have a long drive and–”

“Yes,” you told him, stopping his adorable rambling and pretending you didn’t see the blush on his cheeks. “I want to go on a date with you.”

He nodded, making a turn into a parking lot as he said, “Yeah? Yeah, good.” And you could’ve sworn that under the soft storm, tires rumbling, and quiet music coming from the radio, you heard him say a celebratory “Sweet” under his breath.

Looking up, you saw the neon signs lighting up the windows of a diner that boasted its late hours, all of it making your stomach growl. Your smile at the promise of food wavered a bit at seeing Eddie’s unsure look, but you’d have no more of it. You nodded toward the door, telling him, “C’mon casanova. Swoon me on this date.”

–

And swoon you he tried. Eddie forgot to get your door, but he held the diner door open for you. His feet shuffled under him in quick steps as he tried to make it to the table before you, planning to pull out your chair… but you chose a booth. Not that a booth was bad – it was the best seating option available he thought, but you were making him think harder about ways to impress you. Not that it’d work because he always found thinking to be the worst task around you.

He could barely concentrate on the menu that had too many pages, so he just decided to get a burger and fries. Instead, he watched your eyes flit through, your lips moving to the words of the Queen song playing above as your finger traced across the menu items. And an image of you and him dancing to a song in his tiny kitchen from his beat up radio had him breathless for a few moments.

But all he could bring himself to say to you was, “So, how’s college been?”

Your eyes flicked up to his over the top of the menu, some sort of look on your face that he couldn’t quite decipher. You let out a long sigh though, bringing your gaze back down. “Sometimes, I really wonder whether this degree is worth it, you know?”

“It’s gotta be worth something, right?” he said, leaning forward on his elbows. “I mean, yeah it sounds like absolute torture, but I know you’re smart.”

You folded up your menu and set it down, making a flurry of emotion hit his chest. Your head cocked to the side as you said, “I thought you were too cool for school, Munson.”

“I am.” He pointed a finger at himself. “But you’re not. You’re too smart to give up on this. And that way, you can be the breadwinner, and I’ll get to be a gold digger.”

Eddie relished in the way you fought the giggles rising up as you shook your head at him. “I don’t have any money yet, Eddie.”

And he loved the way you began leaning toward him too. “Oh, but I’m playing the long con. In a decade, you’ll be making so much dough that I won’t have to do another goddamn oil change again.”

“Except for my car, of course,” you said, looking at him all sweetly like he’d ever deny you.

He nodded along. “Except for your car,” he said, “And mine, which I’m sure you’ll buy for me with your fancy job.”

“Oh, is that how it’s going to be?” Your smile had his own itching higher and higher. “Well, then I’m sure I’ll have to get you something your style. Volkswagen Beetle? Maybe a suped-up van to replace yours, get a nice airbrush design on the side.”

You raised your hand up to spell out the words. “‘Eddie Munson: Dungeon Master Extraordinaire’ in red and black, maybe Dustin will even get a place on it.”

He’d long since rested his head on his fist, trying his hardest to give you an unamused look. “Are you having fun there, sweetheart?”

You just nodded, a smug smile on your face, as the waitress came by to take your orders. Unable to resist giving you some sort of stereotypical date activity, he also ordered a sweet drink to share between the two of you. He would’ve dragged you to the photo booth too if he wasn’t looking so worn.

And though you’d come all this way, just for him, and were sitting in wet clothes – despite him offering his jacket and flannel – Eddie couldn’t help the doubting thoughts fighting through his mind. You’d calmed him from his panicky state before, but it wasn’t until a lull passed between you two, his eyes unfocusing as he thought, that you reached across the table to hold his hand.

“You know you have me, right?” you asked, and he saw the openness in your eyes. The sincerity you tried wrapping your words in so they’d reach his ears.

Still, he leaned back. “What?”

You gave him that soft smile, ever so patient with him. “You’ve already got me, Eddie. Get out of that head of yours,” you said, tapping a finger softly against his temple.

“Yeah?” he breathed out, catching your hand and bringing it to his lips.

“Yeah. I don’t let just anyone be a future gold-digger of mine. You’re lucky.”

The laughs he let out brushed along your knuckles before he kissed them. He couldn’t say his thanks to you out loud, not just yet, but he knew you understood he was grateful.

So through the meal and giggly drinking through two straws together, and even the drive home, Eddie held onto you tighter. Not because he still thought you’d suddenly change your mind and leave, but because he wanted to memorize the lines of your palm, the way your breaths moved your ribcage up and down, how quick goosebumps erupted along your skin after he touched you.

He wanted to know everything about you. And he planned to after cleaning up and changing. He let you go first – trying not to continue tidying up, though it kept his mind busy from wishing a bit too much that he was in there with you, even if it meant just washing your hair or face.

You came out in your pajamas, and Eddie had to keep his eyes from staring too much. Though he did say, “Like the Snoopy pjs,” as he gathered his own clothes. He meant it, but he mostly said it to watch you fluster under his attention. Before going into the bathroom, he said, “If you wanted to set up a movie, I’ve got some tapes next to the TV. And popcorn in the kitchen or other snacks and drinks if you’d like. Help yourself to anything.” And he shut the door, breathing in the steam leftover from you.

–

After stuffing your old clothes in your bag, you couldn’t help looking around. You did check out his movie collection, palming through it until you pulled out The Princess Bride. Setting the tape on the table to ask Eddie whether he’d want to watch that one, you strolled toward his music collection – a wide selection of records from Ozzy and Slayer to Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden. Maybe, one day, when the two of you had unlimited time together, you could spend the day listening to all of his music as it floated through his apartment.

Your hand brushed along the back of the couch as you walked down the hall to his room, bringing your bag with. A smile overtook your face as you saw how neat it looked. You’d already shared a room with him, you knew he wasn’t this neat. But the effort he put into making his bed and… did he dust too? You ran a finger across the various posters littering the walls, neck craning to look at them all.

“Just because you’re wearing Snoopy pj’s doesn’t mean you get to snoop, sweetheart.” Eddie’s voice came from the doorway behind you, making you jump and slap a hand over your mouth.

Turning toward him, you gently smacked his shoulder. “You have to stop scaring the shit out of me, I swear…” you told him, shaking your head but giving a begrudging smile. He was dressed in his flannel pajamas and black shirt as he had at the cabin, making you avoid his gaze or he’d catch your ogling. Not that you’d been hiding it much tonight.

“I’m sleeping in here, anyway. Thought I’d get a look around.” You hoped the joking would mask the pounding in your heart.

“Oh?” he asked, eyebrows raised and hands on his hips. “You think you just get to sleep in my bed? I haven’t even offered it to you yet.” The smirk hiding behind his teasing made your chest flutter for just an instant.

You inched toward him, eyes never leaving him. If he wasn’t going to let your heartbeat slow, maybe you could raise his. “Even though I baked you cookies?” you asked, voice softer now.

And it made him waver, words hesitating for a moment before he answered. “Even though you made me cookies. I mean, you can’t just expect…”

“Yes?” you asked from inches away now – eyes wide, head tilted to the side expectantly.

His eyes flitted between yours and your lips. “Stop that,” he whispered, all teasing gone now. He reached a finger to wrap around one of yours hanging by your side.

“Stop what?”

Finally, Eddie surged forward, capturing your mouth with his. A surprised noise came from the back of your throat before you relaxed into him, bringing your free hand to curl around his jaw. He pulled you in closer, closer, closer. You thought he wouldn’t stop until you two had somehow merged into one, the imprint of his fingers on your ribs.

But he pulled back, giving you both a chance to catch your breaths. He leaned his forehead against yours, whispering, “Been waiting for too long to do that.”

You just laughed against his mouth before kissing him again. The dripping of the leaky shower head or the feeling of the carpet below your feet, even your own goddamn name, all disappeared out of your awareness – Eddie’s mouth moving against yours the only thing keeping you grounded to reality.

Your hands braced against his chest as you leaned back just a bit, wanting to look into his dark eyes. “Hey, Eddie?”

“Yeah?” he said, voice soft as he refused to look away from you.

Breathing in, you told him, “I picked out Princess Bride to watch, that okay?”

And he let out a groan as he pulled you against him again into a tight hug. “I wonder if the whole world knows I’m the luckiest man to exist. Should I go tell them? I should tell them,” he said, dragging you along as he went to the living room and toward the window.

But you pulled him back, giggles erupting. “You are not going to scream out your window, you lunatic.”

Even his fake gasp at your insult didn’t stop him as he tried to open it with his one free hand. You pleaded with him. “I’ll make the popcorn if you keep that window closed.”

That made him stop, his body turning to give you a side eye as he considered it. “Okay… I think we have a deal. But I’m letting every person I talk to know about you, there’s no stopping me.”

“Fine,” you sighed, just happy to appease him for the moment. Though he didn’t even let you make the popcorn, just made you get the couch all comfortable while he made it – as a thanks for your ‘god-like taste in movies’ as he’d put it. Though you took it as a thanks for everything else this night too.

As he settled into the cushions next to you, the warmth of the freshly popped kernels washing onto you, you leaned into him under a blanket. The first moments of the movie came to life, the grandson’s coughing and his video game illuminating the room. Eddie couldn’t help quoting most of the lines from it, his impressions making you quietly laugh. And just like that, your whole body felt safe, your heart full in the way only he could make it.

–

Eddie lived for making you laugh, the sound practically music to his ears. So when he stopped feeling your shoulders shake after he made another dumb joke, he looked over at you. Your breathing had evened out, your eyes shut as you laid your head against his chest, his arm slung around your waist.

While he’d let out a long sigh when you missed out on the final scenes of the movie, Eddie couldn’t say he was all that disappointed. Waking you up to go to his room meant falling asleep next to you, something he’d often dreamt about these past months. Except, through the end credits rolling across his grainy TV, his own eyes grew heavier. And with your soft heartbeat pounding against his body, he didn’t stand a chance at sinking into sleep along with you.

His dreams as he drifted in and out felt like floating, swimming through the ocean or resting on a cloud surrounding him on all sides. He only slipped from it from your finger brushing his hair out of his face.

In a voice that sounded as sleepy as his mind felt, you said, “C’mon, we gotta go to bed.” Eddie let out a soft groan, rubbing his eyes before blinking open to find you with an arm thrown over your eyes, leaning against the back of the couch.

“Okay,” he mumbled, “let’s go.”

You nodded but didn’t move, making him give a weak laugh.

“What? Don’t want to cuddle anymore?” he asked, pressing his hands on his thighs before standing up.

And that got you up, even with hesitant movements as you lumbered into Eddie’s arms, shuffling to his room together. “I’m going to cuddle you so hard,” you grumbled, your eyes barely open.

“I’m sure you will, honey,” he told you, shaking his head through a soft laugh. He pulled back the covers on his bed, collapsing onto the mattress with you in his arms. Your head nuzzled into his chest before you let out a long breath that wavered through the air.

In a voice rid of any sleep, you muttered, “I had a nightmare.” Your fingers twisted into his shirt as your breaths began to shake.

His heart staggered for a moment as he opened his eyes, trying to find yours in the dark. But he couldn’t see you. He held you tighter against him as he asked, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I…” you started, your voice watery. It made his own throat tighten up. After a few moments that ate away at his insides, you spoke. “I lost you.”

Eddie could feel your lips tighten, as if holding back tears. He didn’t ask you any more questions. Bringing his hand up, he rubbed a thumb across your brow bone. “I’m right here, sweetheart. You didn’t lose me.”

Your body curled against him, pressing into him even closer still. But his arm wrapping around your back could feel you holding your breath. “Hey, hey. Breathe in and out with me, okay?”

He exaggerated the rising and lowering of his chest as he felt you copying him, your pounding heart beginning to slow just a bit. Eddie’s mouth dropped to kiss the top of your head, whispering against you, “That’s good, just like that.” Once you seemed to calm, he spoke again. “I hope you know that it’s pretty damn hard to lose me. You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

The exhale of your soft laugh brushed along his arm. Your quiet sniffle filled the room, and he maneuvered to turn on the bedside lamp. He passed you the tissue box, which you took gratefully.

“Sorry, Eddie. Didn’t mean to keep you up,” you said, your eyes cast downward.

“Don’t worry about it. I mean it, or I will actually scream out the window this time,” he joked, pursing his lips as he thought. “How about I read something… out loud. Would that be good?”

His eyes caught your hesitance, like you were about to tell him that you didn’t need someone to read you a bedtime story. Which he knew, but everyone deserved to be cared for. So he held his hands up, saying, “No scary books, I promise. How about a little Lord of the Rings? Just the beginning.”

And that smile that grew across your face made it all worth it. He picked Fellowship of the Ring off his shelf, propping up his pillow so he could read and have you resting on his chest at the same time.

With a clean tissue crumpled into your hand, you wrapped yourself around Eddie as he opened up to the first page. He started telling the story in a quiet voice, but in the same way he narrated his D&D campaign, making you give a soft giggle.

“When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of…” Eddie began, working his way through the first chapter. It was only once your eyes began drooping, your head growing heavier on him, that he strayed from the words on the page.

He skipped any talk of an evil power rising. Instead, he made up more tales of Frodo and his friends, of the eccentricities of wizards – happy, calm things you were too tired to notice weren’t from the words on the page. Once he was sure you’d drifted off, Eddie carefully shut the book, setting it on his nightstand. His eyes danced over you one more time, trying to sear it on his mind, before he reached over and shut the lamp off.

And he refused to leave you throughout the night, always an arm or leg touching yours. So that you knew you wouldn’t lose him. Not here, or ever.

–

You paid Eddie your thanks for that night all through the weekend, not that he would willingly accept it. But when you awoke the next morning, your face pressed against his back and arm around his waist, you knew he was the reason you felt so at peace – at home.

After laying there and listening to birds twittering outside the window, and sure that it was late enough in the morning for Eddie, you slipped from the bed. Grabbing his flannel from last night, you slipped it on and rummaged through his kitchen to cook up pancakes as quietly as possible. You brought them back into the room alongside syrup and a cup of orange juice (making sure to check the expiration dates first, knowing how Eddie was sometimes).

Your entrance didn’t seem to stir him, so you set the food on his nightstand, running a finger up his arm to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear. He seemed to lean into the touch of your hand, his eyes twitching before they peeled open. You watched the way his lips stretched into a smile as he saw you, his hand coming up to hold yours.

“Good morning,” he rumbled, and you couldn’t say you hated his morning voice. Not one bit.

“Good morning,” you whispered, picking up the plate. “Made you some breakfast, Eds.”

He’d begun to sit up but paused at your words, gaze switching between you and the food you held out for him. And you’d never seen the phrase “lovesick” so apparent as you did on his face, his whole body softening as he took the plate to rest on his lap. “Are you an angel or something? Did I sell my soul for this?” he asked before digging in and taking a large sip from the orange juice.

Sitting down on the bed, you let out a laugh. “You’re deserving of this, you know,” you whispered, eyes elsewhere since you couldn’t stand to look at him in your vulnerability.

But you didn’t have to. Eddie just took your hand and kissed the back of it. Then kissed you, putting all of his emotion into it before leaving you breathless.

“Thank you,” he said. He didn’t need to specify what for, you both knew.

That was how the weekend went – you and Eddie just understanding each other, moving together and leaving things unsaid but not unknown. In the spaces of these walls, you relaxed into him as no one else had allowed you to. He settled into a way of living that surprised both of you, one that ripped down any walls or performance he’d ever put up.

Outside of his apartment, he’d taken you around Hawkins, only visiting your friends for one dinner before returning back together. They’d given knowing looks when you two came in holding hands, and you both took the teasing. It all felt like how things had been, how they were meant to be.

And you knew he’d felt bad keeping you all to himself, but selfishly, you’d wanted the same. To take every minute he had so he could spend it with you intertwined.

You refused to let yourself think of Sunday, of having to pack your things. Because you’d be back, or he’d come to you. For now, you were together. Nothing really mattered past that for the moment.

While the two of you lazed together on the couch, sharing life stories back and forth and creating a story that belonged to both of you, he pulled you against his chest. You dropped your fingers down to play with his, drawing shapes and words across his skin like scripture. After moments of silence that never felt uncomfortable, you angled your head to look up into his eyes, swallowing down a breath. “You know… I almost didn’t stay back when all the others left on that beer run,” you whispered against him, reminiscing about the cabin trip.

He hummed, the vibrations from his neck moving against you. “I know.”

“But, Steve had told me to get to know you, so we weren’t strangers,” you told him, shutting your eyes. “I’m really glad you’re not a stranger anymore, Eddie.”

As the sun reached past its peak outside and the world ran on without the two of you, the corners of Eddie’s mouth rose. The way his head came down to rest on yours told you everything you needed to know about his thoughts, the weight of it filling your heart. His thumb rubbed along the skin of your waist, hand coming up to hold your body against his. To press into you like your curves fit into the dips of him – as they always would, wherever he was.

“Me too, sweetheart.”

–

Thank Christ for Harrington.

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𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐞 [𝟔]

𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗲, 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟮,𝟯𝟳𝟯

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

"ningning? are you there?"

tendrils of smoke curled and swirled in the air, their ethereal dance mirroring the haze that enveloped the idol’s mind. the room was shrouded in a translucent veil of smoke, the scent of tobacco mingling with the heaviness of her thoughts. each exhale released a plume of gray, dissipating into the atmosphere as if carrying away fragments of her inner turmoil.

her fingers trembled slightly as she brought the cigarette to her lips, her actions almost mechanical, a ritual of escape from the world that weighed upon her. the burning ember glowed momentarily, casting an ephemeral light on her face before fading into the darkness.

"hello?" the voice of her manager on the other end persisted, a faint note of concern seeping through the crackling static.

with a heavy sigh, ning allowed her eyes to flutter shut, seeking solace in the temporary respite from reality. the smoke-filled room cocooned her in a cloak of detachment, shielding her from the outside world and the raw emotions that threatened to consume her.

her voice emerged muffled and distant. "what is it?" she replied, the words tinged with a hint of indifference. the smoke curled and swirled around her, intertwining with her breath, as if adding another layer to the haze that clouded her thoughts.

“dispatch has more photos of you throwing up outside of a club. we can’t keep paying them to not post them.”

the young idol took another drag from her cigarette, the smoke billowing around her like a shield of indifference. she exhaled slowly, watching the wisps dance and dissipate into the air.

"so what?" she replied nonchalantly, her voice void of concern. "let them post it. it's not like it's the end of the world."

her manager's voice crackled with a mix of surprise and caution. "ning yizhuo, we've been working hard to maintain your image. this could affect your reputation more and more. not to mention the rest of your group."

a ghost of a smile played at the corners of her lips as she dismissed his worries. "reputation, career.” a scoff left her lips as she rolled her eyes. “they're just constructs, aren't they? people hate me anyway. besides, it keeps the media entertained."

the manager's tone shifted, a touch of urgency creeping into his voice. "but your fans, your endorsements—"

"my fans," she interrupted, her voice steady. "they're with me because of who i am, not some carefully curated facade that this shitty industry likes to put up. as for the endorsements, if they want to drop me over a few pictures, then they were never truly invested in me."

her manager's voice carried a trace of urgency. "your group relies on each member's image. we need to protect that."

she took another leisurely drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling around her like a cloak of indifference. "they'll be fine," she responded dismissively. "they’ve always been fine.”

there was a moment of silence before her manager spoke again, his tone tinged with reprimanding. "your actions reflect on the whole group."

a flicker of defiance flashed in her eyes. "i understand that, but i won't let fear of judgment dictate my every move. and i refuse to just be seen as some manufactured perfection, especially since they’ve always reminded me i don’t meet that standard anyway."

the room fell into silence, the crackling of the cigarette the only sound punctuating the stillness. the chinese girl leaned back, her gaze fixed on the swirling smoke, a quiet defiance emanating from her.

her manager's voice wavered, a mix of worry and respect in his words. "yizhuo, think this through. we can find a way to handle it."

ning’s eyes flickered with determination as she extinguished the cigarette, its remains dissipating into nothingness. "no need," she replied, her voice carrying hints of arrogance. "i've already made up my mind.”

she hung up the phone as she ran a hand through her hair, still wet from the shower she had just an hour before.

“you love giving your company headaches, don’t you?”

her gaze flickered towards you as you sat propped up with your elbows behind you. your hair was a few shades darker from the shower you took with her.

the aespa member turned her head slowly, meeting your gaze with smug amusement. a mischievous smile played at the corners of her lips as she regarded you, the one who had managed to sneak into her sanctuary.

"well," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of playful arrogance, "it certainly keeps things interesting, doesn't it?" she slowly moved to hover above you, wet hair slipping at her shoulders and in front of her face.

her proximity and the way she positioned herself above you added a layer of unexpected intimacy to the moment. the room seemed to shrink, the atmosphere crackling with a mix of familiar anticipation.

your gaze met hers, a beat of silence passing between you. the damp tendrils of her hair framed her face, enhancing the allure and the forbidden nature of your complicated connection.

a slow, knowing smile spread across your lips as you allowed your hands to rest lightly on her waist. "you do love pushing boundaries, don't you?" you replied, your voice laced with equal parts truth and desire.

the idol’s eyes flickered with a mixture of amusement and a deeper longing. "boundaries were meant to be tested," she murmured, her voice a husked tone that sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your skin.

it was a dance of temptation, both aware of the delicate balance between friendship and the blurred lines you had formed between it.

but then, with a subtle shift, ningning leaned back, breaking the spell. her playful demeanor resurfaced, an impish glint in her eyes. "but for now," she said, her voice regaining a playful tone, "you should go. i’ve got a recording session in an hour.”

her words cut through the charged atmosphere, grounding both of you in the reality of the situation. the reminder of her upcoming recording session served as a stark reminder of the boundaries that existed between you.

you nodded, a mixture of slight disappointment and understanding flickering in your eyes. "right."

the towel around her fell as she walked towards her closet. reluctantly, you pulled yourself up from the position you had been in, sitting upright on the edge of the bed. the momentary intimacy lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of your place in her life.

gathering yourself, you moved off the bed fully and grabbed your clothes off the floor of her bedroom. your fingers moved to take off the shirt she had loaned you after your shared shower, but you hesitated. “hey,” you called out to ning. “do you want your shirt back?”

she appeared from her closet a few moments later, dressed in an oversized hoodie and a pair of givenchy jeans that looked like they could pay your rent. her scent of bergamot and white musk filled your senses as she walked past you to her nightstand.

“just leave it on the bed.”

with a hint of disappointment, you carefully pulled the fabric over your head and left it on the bed. you quickly slid your sweater on and put your sweats on. once you were dressed, you moved towards the door to leave. ning’s fingers wrapped around your wrist carefully, pulling you back towards her for a moment before you left.

her touch sent a jolt of electricity through your veins, momentarily halting your movements towards the door. her fingers, warm and delicate, held onto your wrist with a mixture of tenderness and longing.

you turned to face her, your eyes meeting hers. ningning’s wet hair fell gracefully as she leaned in, using her free hand to brush her fingertips against your cheek. to you, it held a silent significance, a reassurance that your connection, however complicated, still held a place in her life.

"i’ll see you later." she whispered, a knowing smile pulling at her lips as she winked at you.

but to her, it was nothing of that sort. nothing mattered to her, not even you.

you exited through the door and shut it behind you, stepping into the hallway. as you walked to the end of the hall, your mind went back to what ning had told you.

your finger pressed the elevator button, watching the digital numbers count down as the doors opened.

a familiar pair of raven hues met yours as you two brushed passed each other. you gave the other girl a small smile as you entered the elevator and she exited.

stepping into the elevator, you turned to face the doors, watching them shut. the mechanical hum of the machinery filled the air as the digital numbers went down with each floor you passed.

—

“okay ning, you’re all good. you can step out of the booth now.”

the chinese girl slid the headphones off of her head as she listened to the producer’s comments. she exited and sat down next to aeri, leaning her head on her shoulder.

“who was leaving your room earlier?”

ning chuckled in amusement. her fellow group member must have seen you leaving. she raised an eyebrow up at the older girl before replying. “you’ve seen a lot of people leave my room before. why are you suddenly interested in this one?”

giselle narrowed her eyes playfully before turning to look away from the other girl. “because she’s pretty.”

oh. there it was again. ningning did not like this feeling.

ningning slowly lifted her head to look at the japanese girl. her eyes flickered with a hint of unease and a touch of possessiveness as she met giselle's gaze.

“what’s her name?’ giselle asked as she scrolled through her phone mindlessly, amusement in her tone.

ningning hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on a corner of the coffee table in the studio. a mix of conflicting emotions swirled within her, but she couldn't deny the pang of jealousy that coursed through her veins.

"y/n," ningning said, her voice tinged with a touch of nonchalant. "we're just friends."

giselle's brows furrowed as she glanced up from her phone, sensing the underlying tension in ningning's response. "just friends?" she repeated, her tone laced with a hint of skepticism and a bit of amusement.

ningning nodded, averting her gaze for a moment before meeting giselle's eyes again. "yeah, just friends," she reiterated, the words sounding emptier than she intended. "but why are you interested anyway?"

giselle's fingers tapped absentmindedly on her phone screen as she pondered for a moment. she flashed a mischievous smile before locking her phone and slipping it into her pocket. "just wondering.”

—

shades of midnight filled the open space through the uncovered windows as you leaned against the counter. you took a sip from your glass of water, enjoying the serenity of the moment.

a pair of arms slithered around your waist from behind you, the familiar scent of blackberries and bay leaves filling your senses.

“i missed you.”

she whispered against your ear, thumbs slowly drawing circles around your hips. her whispered words against your ear sent shivers down your spine, her voice carrying the weight of simple affection.

“i missed you too.”

you said softly, leaning back against the other girl. soft lips pressed against the side of your neck, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in their wake.

as the weight of the glass met the table, the air around you grew thick with a mix of desire and tension. your focus shifted entirely to the presence of the woman behind you, her arms holding you close and her breath caressing your ear.

the lips against the side of your neck elicited a mixture of sensations—a delicate fusion of warmth, desire, and the familiar dance of intimacy. with each lingering touch, a current of electricity coursed through your veins, making your head feel fuzzy.

turning to face her fully, your hands instinctively sought the strands of her dark hair. as your fingers tangled within her locks, a silent understanding passed between you, fueling the smirking anticipation on her lips.

“you’ve been seeing ningning haven’t you?” aeri whispered with a smirk, glancing at the fading love bite that adorned your collarbone.

you mirrored the grin she wore and leaned in closer to her, eyes full of burning desire for the girl. “maybe.”

closer still, she leaned in, lips gently brushing against yours. “dirty girl.” she teased, eyes flickering from your mouth to your eyes.

in the silent exchange of glances, a primal desire simmered, fueling the magnetic pull that drew you together. her teasing words echoed with a mix of playfulness and sultriness, igniting a fire within you that burned with fervor.

you met her gaze, your eyes mirroring the raw desire that surged between you. there was no need for words, as the unspoken agreement hung heavy in the air. only the heat of your closeness and the promise lingered between the minimal space between.

“you know me.” you whispered, feeling the idol’s hands wandering up under your shirt and resting against your stomach. her nails dug small crescents into your skin as she pulled you in closer.

the room seemed to pulsate with a heightened intensity as her hands ventured, exploring the contours of your body. the graze of her nails against your skin sent a surge of electricity coursing through your veins, mingling with the growing heat that radiated between you.

aeri’s gaze never faltered, along with her smug smile. “my groupie.” she husked.

the whispered admission hung in the air, acknowledging the unspoken circumstances that had brought you both together. aeri's fiery gaze, unyielding and filled with desire, locked onto yours. her smug smile, a testament to her confident allure, painted an irresistible picture of temptation.

the word "groupie" dripped from her lips with a mixture of playfulness and possessiveness, fanning the flames of passion that burned within.

as your lips met in a fervent, hungry kiss, you knew that this was you surrendering to the intoxicating spell woven around you, fully embracing the role as her devoted admirer; even if it meant keeping it a secret from ningning.

“yours.”

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#ningning #ning yizhuo #ningning x reader #aespa x reader #aespa #aespa fic #kpop fic #karina #winter #giselle #gxg #wlw #kpop #groupie love #perfectsunlight

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dexysmr · 8 months

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dissonance [bakugou katsuki x reader]

ch. 1: intro

summary: When Jirou asks you to be her band’s lead guitarist, you have no reason to refuse. That is, until you meet the hot-tempered, foul-mouthed blond on drums.

tags: enemies to lovers, college band au, drummer! bakugou, afab reader, no fem pronouns

notes: more parts to come! i have a soft spot for my hc of bakugou as a grumpy asshole drummer

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | more to come!

In the end you have no one to blame but yourself for this mess.

Forehead pressed to the cold laminate bathroom stall door, you twist the situation this way and that in your head, but no matter how you looked at it it all came back to you saying yes. In your defense, you hadn’t known a few weeks ago that agreeing to be lead guitarist in Jirou’s band would lead to spending an unprecedented amount of time every week hiding in the bathroom.

No, not hiding. You refused to admit that you were avoiding him because of some personal weakness. It was more like taking a smoke break, except that your particular vice was muttering profanities under your breath, imagining directing them at a certain prickly blond dickhead.

“Fuck!” You thunk your head against the door for good measure, and the flimsy stall frame rattles. Shitty bathroom infrastructure was one constant you could always count on, from your dime-a-dozen high school to even as prestigious an institution as UA.

Deep breaths, in and out. You stand up straight and study the familiar graffiti etched in front of you (a rather diverse selection of genitalia), already feeling much better. You’re strong, and more importantly, you’re a better person than Bakugou Katsuki. You have to be.

Or else he wins.

-Three weeks earlier-

“Why me?”

Jirou taps a finger along the rim of her mug, watching the steam rising from her coffee with the disinterested languor of a cat. When you ask the question, though, her eyes focus on you with a startling sharpness, something like surprise in the upwards flick of her eyebrows.

“Because you can play guitar,” she intones like it’s the most obvious conclusion in the world, “and because, I dunno, you’ve been dying to start a band since we were kids?”

“I know that,” you sigh, exasperated. “I just meant, why me on lead? Kaminari’s just as good—probably better, now, ‘cause I haven’t played since we started college.”

People are only just starting to trickle into the dining hall, a sight which you’ve almost never seen since you are decidedly not a morning person. All your classes are scheduled for around noon or later, and not even Professor Aizawa’s infamous death glare could rouse you from morning brain fog. Today, Jirou had to physically drag you from bed to get you up this early. You curse her well-adjusted sleep schedule and take a gulp of your coffee as Jirou scoffs.

“Kaminari’s got worse stage fright than a kindergartener. Besides, he’s more than happy to be on rhythm guitar.”

At this, you have to agree. Last semester’s uneventful Victorian Lit seminar had culminated with final presentations. When it came to Kaminari’s turn, he had stood mutely at the front of the class and stared at his notecards with a dumbfounded expression for six whole minutes before the professor awkwardly let him sit back down. Jirou never let him live it down, and you’re not even sure how he ended up passing the class.

“I’ll only be free on weekends,” you start, and watch as Jirou’s indifferent expression shifts minutely. You can read her like a book after nearly a decade of friendship, and you know she always plays up the nonchalance the most when there’s something she really cares about.

“We were gonna do Saturday nights, anyway.”

You sigh with exaggerated reluctance, but Jirou’s already broken into a wide grin. After all, she knows you just as well as you do her. The begrudging front you put up always has a weak spot for Jirou. And that dream of starting a band really did still spark something warm and exciting in you.

“Just don’t blame me if it takes a while for me to remember all the chords,” you warn, but it’s a half-hearted jab. Your fingers are already itching to start practicing again. “And, I want a say in our band name.”

Jirou clasps your hands in hers and leans across the table, knocking her mug precariously close to the table ledge. Her eyes are wide with faux solemnity, and you’re reminded an awful lot of Midoriya. “I would never dream otherwise,” she says, and then cracks another smile. “We’re totally gonna win the school festival this year!”

It’s not until you’re getting ready to part ways—her to morning lecture, you back to bed—that you remember to ask.

“Wait, who’s on drums?”

Another thing growing up together has taught you: Jirou’s a bad fucking liar. She avoids your gaze and fumbles with her tangled earbuds, and you can’t tell if it’s anticipation or dread that settles into your stomach. “Uh, we haven’t found someone yet,” she says, ignoring your disbelieving look. “Oh, huh- class is starting soon, see ya!”

She skedaddles down the hallway and out of sight. You stare after her with half a mind to chase her down, but your lethargy wins over any curiosity and you turn back towards the dorms, intent to steal another hour or two before your first class.

You go through the rest of the week with a bad feeling about why Jirou wouldn’t tell you who the fourth member of the band was going to be. Could it be Minoru? Jirou knows you despised him—well, who doesn’t—but surely he was too short to even reach the pedals.

Come Saturday night, you are still no closer to solving the mystery. You can’t think of anyone who could both (1) be a good enough drummer and (2) have a character flaw disagreeable enough that Jirou would be reluctant to reveal their name. Maybe she had been telling the truth, and they would have to hold auditions this week. Either way, you would find out soon.

The second floor of the music department is almost empty, save for whichever diligent souls want to practice this late on the weekend. You switch your guitar to your left hand, double-checking the room number Jirou had texted you yesterday. Walking down the hall, you can already start to hear the sound of Jirou warming up on bass, along with someone practicing a rather fantastic drum solo. Your trepidation is quickly suppressed with excitement, and you push the door open, ready to meet your very own Ringo Starr…

Only to stumble back, shoulder clipping the door frame in shock. Suddenly, her reticence that morning clicks into place. There’s only one person she knows you can’t stand, although you never knew he could play drums.

Bakugou Katsuki’s gaze immediately latches onto you with a glare you can almost feel the heat of across the room. For the first time in your life, you find yourself sharing the same thought as Bakugou, although he beats you to verbalizing it.

“It’s fucking you!?”

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#bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #my hero academia #mha fanfiction #bnha #bnha fanfiction

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precambrian-sea-pancake · 3 months

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Giving context to things in Shadows of Rose that really needed context because I didn’t like them and they barely got context.

1) The Winter’s separating: it’s very much established they would not willingly separate. Mia loves Rose. There’s no way she’d willingly give up another family member after being widowed. Plus, Chris OF ALL PEOPLE should not want to separate the family. Literally the whole theme was about family. Hot take but there’s 3 of them.

2) Chris saying he would protect Rose and then asking her to join the squad: I refuse to believe Chris would go against his dying friend’s wishes. Putting someone in a fight isn’t protection

3) Rose barely knowing anything about Ethan: I mean…come on. That’s your dead husband and your dead friend who basically made you the godfather. There’s got to be a reason, right?

So…enjoy me fixing all of that by saying things Capcom loves to leave out

———

Mia raised Rose in the beginning when she was a kid, with the help of Chis. They were close. She was very paranoid about her safety and did everything she could to help Rose live a normal life considering they were under even stricter protection than before. Because of this and the fact that Rose would be too young to understand at the time, Mia and Chris were very selective about what was said. They told her things like “your father loved you” “he died protecting you” “he would’ve loved to be here”

The two of them wanted her so do to school because she needed socialization. Unfortunately she had a very hard time. Chris and Mia did their best to be supportive but it was a very tough situation for all of them.

Eventually when she got a little older the higher ups realized how much at risk the Winters were (and also for selfish reasons because Rose powerful. I mean…let us not forget Sherry ;-;), decided it would be best to separate the two to “protect” them. Be it by boarding school, training, etc. It’s kinda unclear but it happened.

Mia hated this. She couldn’t lose Rose but ultimately didn’t have any power over the situation. Chris hated it just as much also tried to prevent this but he too couldn’t change it.

Chis contact with Rose given his job and was the bridge between the two but as time went on things got more complicated and messy.

Eventually Chris got to a point where he wanted Rose by his side more often and to be the one in control instead of the higher ups. So he wanted Rose to join his squad so she could defend herself and not belong to some shitty government thing. At least this way it was easier…at least in Chris’s mind. To him it was protection. Was it the best idea? No, but to him it was.

After the DLC, they learn Ethan is still present in some sort of way. It motivates Chris to try fighting once more for the family to be together again.

Rose remembers everything she saw in the Megamycete’s recreation of her old house and how both of her parents loved her…and sees the mother on the bus reading a book to her kid.

Now both motivated to try again they’re successfully able to get visitation between Rose and Mia.

It starts off slow but eventually it happens more and more. It’s hard because it’s been so long, but they work to reconnect. Since Rose is older and has context, Mia (although very hesitant and needing some encouragement. Plus taking a few meetings for it to even happen) explains their family history to Rose piece by piece until the story is complete.

As for Rose joining the squad?

She joined because she knew her dad fought to help her family. She, like her father, is a kind person. She wants to help protect people and make sure they don’t suffer the same fate as her family. One more good soul to combat a corrupt world. She’s at an awkward age at a very emotional time. Her decisions might not be final but it’s giving it a try. She might stay or she might not. She might like it or she might hate it. Only time and experiences will decide that.

While things aren’t perfect, the Winters are at least together. Just like what Chris tried to do, and just like what Ethan wanted.

———

It’s not perfect, but I tried my best with what was available and worked within the confines of the story. I loved the DLC, but it does have flaws that annoy me. So I fixed it UwU.

#resident evil #shadows of rose #haters dni #they were done dirty but it’s manageable for me #Capcom didn’t elaborate so I did it for them #I’m giving them what they deserve #rosemary winters #mia winters #chris redfield

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zein-satsuki · 2 years

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Top male reader X Stolas the Goetic Prince of Hell

Helluva Boss fan fiction contains angst, smut, violence and many many many fluff for my little cute hoppy owlet.

Not my art

"Wonderful, also son you were destined to have a precautionary heir to the goetia family so, you're now engaged. Congratulations! Isn't she charming?"

Living as a member of the royal family of the Ars of Goetia is quite the pressure but happy and fun too with the unlimited knowledge in stored by the father of the family and the spacious palace given lots of places to explore and entertainment to be build. As a bookworm, M/N just love the pure knowledge he could learn from the library. Books being reorganised as new ones replaced the old ones meaning more to read. As he grew up, he is being bullied by his brothers and sisters because of not socializing much but he never cared unless someone dirtied his favourite book or lie to him because they want to benefit by being his friend.

There was one time when it gone too far when his favourite book got snatched from him and stomped to the ground, red covered his mind and before he even realise his sharp nails are at his mean brother's neck and the others are bleeding out cold. He got stopped by F/N who didn't punish him afterwards and just rewarded him a grimoire of animals seeing the potential in his kid for the first time ever. The others got the wind of it and stayed away from him ever since they don't want to get hurt by the H/C haired demon's uncontrolled emotions.

M/N has many exotic creatures in his palace all taken cared by imps he interviewed and hired himself. He didn't care about their attitude against others but animals, definitely requires passion for animals and would never treat them wrong. After all, the creatures in his palace are all his most prized possessions. His father visiting once in a while to know about his progress on the grimoire, nodding and giving him praises every time he test him. Of course, M/N not giving a shit about his opinion since he clearly didn't really care about M/N like still getting his name wrong and such. He's just being himself and trying to steal more books off the demon's hand.

One day F/N feel like M/N is mature enough to meet the other Ars Goetic family's heir, so he dragged him (because M/N refused) to one of the birthday party of the Goetic prince, Stolas. He is really not that interested in socialising, been treated like shit for the past few years until the accident and now he just doesn't trust anyone anymore. And just as he expected, there are tons of people. His dad left him with the royal brats as he went to greet the other royal families trying to find a perfect mate for M/N that can make their family stronger.

M/N didn't bother to introduce himself to the states of the others instead just took out another book and start reading it. The other royalties are curious but didn't want to introduce first too so M/N got his peace as the area around him cleared up. He is enjoying this really much though he preferred to be home but this'll do too. As he think only to get disturbed by a certain birthday boy.

Stolas: Hello there fellow demon, I'm Stolas. I've never seen you around here before.

M/N: Oh, hi. I've just been in my room at all times. By the way, happy birthday.

M/N handed over his books about magical plants and another about the legend and stories of the twelve constellations. Books he liked when he was Stolas's age. He thinks he'll like them too. He was quite troubled at first with the gifts and asked his father for opinion and he gave shitty answers like 18+ stuff getting thrown a pillow to the face afterwards. He even bought it and dares offered it to M/N, M/N had enough of his bullshit and just throwing the book in the trash when his father's gone.

Stolas: Oh! I love plants and stars! Thank you so much! Father hadn't bought me books like those in ages. I just love reading facts about them.

M/N: Hm? Like what?

Stolas: Like the fact about plants can hear. Do you know if you played music to it it would grow really well in the future? I wonder does it listen to us talk too. Oh! Oh! Maybe if someone can get how plants talk we can know about lots of gossip around and...

M/N: Woah woah woah! Stop right there fella. Hehehe, never knew I'd find someone equally as interested in knowledge as me here. Now let me introduce myself properly. I'm M/N, from the L/N family. I would love to talk to you more in a more suitable place.

Stolas: Oh! I'm sorry if I rambled. Of course. Can you give you hell phone number?

M/N: Hehe... Sure. Here's my number.

Stolas: And here's mine.

M/N: I'll contact you once I get back alright. Your father seems to be calling for you, you might wanna go see him.

Stolas: Oh! Coming father. Goodbye M/N, wish to get a call from you later.

M/N: I will.

The owlet happily hopping away as M/N just watch him go. He thinks the blue blood is really cute and angelic unlike any other just caring for status especially Stella the crazy woman with her brother that's a sister loving fanatic. He despise the girl so if she ever gets in the way, he'd be a nightmare. So, his father always tend to keep a close eye to avoid that. M/N had a few snacks before going to look for his father as he's finished with his current book.

Then he overcome Stolas. The owl is just standing confidently beside his father as he introduced him to the rest of the guest, the owlet showing his well learned royal formalities and earning a few cheek pinches from the madams. Then, it was Stella's family, everything gone wrong when they want to match their kid together. Stella is completely disgusted with the cute owl and proceed to torture him with a few pluck out feathers but their family just dismissing it as a sign of love(not).

Stolas was already in the verge of crying when M/N walked over. The owl immediately struggled free going to his first ever friend hiding behind him and clutching his coat. M/N cooed at the cute act but also getting to finally meeting the goose noble that just tortured his friend.

Stella: Hah! Hiding behind the nerd's back like he isn't one pathetically none back boned noble in here, absolutely expected from a useless shit!

M/N: If you didn't learn how to speak properly why not get rid of that useless mouth of yours.

The F/C fur noble starting getting angry with red surrounding him a little meaning he's about to get down dirty just for a big set of arms hoisting him up. M/N turned around to see his father's usual cheerful smile and shaking his head almost unnoticeable to him. Not wanting to wreck the birthday party, he calmed down and F/N put him back down where Stolas immediately went up to him again asking if he was okay.

Stella got freaked out by the demonic eyes M/N showed when he was on the verge of blowing a fuse. She backed off for the rest of the party and later on complained to her parents and brother about the incident making Paimon lose his "perfect" engagement for his heir.

Huffing out annoyed, Paimon called forth F/N to discuss about the problem M/N made only for the male to offer his own child as replacement. This angered Paimon because there's no way two males can have an heir, but when F/N introduced him a magic rune M/N created of mixing two genes together to get a better mutation, he got interested. Then, F/N forced M/N to show his collection of exotic creatures almost making the male bare his fangs at his father before he said it was for Stolas.

It was surprising to see the male so calm showing his treasures to others. What they didn't know is, M/N constantly repeating for the cute owlet in his mind over and over again. After looking around and finding many species Paimon never seen before, he got interested and offered M/N two dark species and for him to perform it in front of him. M/N confidently did so and a baby unicorn hatched. Totally believing F/N now, he agreed to the proposal of him and got up to leave before giving M/N a pat in the shoulder telling him to treat his son well.

The engagement was kept a secret from Stolas till the day he finally can carry his duties meaning getting his grimmoire. But by the mean time, he always asked M/N put to play as they explore each others' garden together and finding their beloved plants and animals. Stolas would listen in on M/N's endless ramble about his collection of animals and the things they do. He found it cute to have the usually stoic and unmoving male so hyped about something. He'd get a few of the newborns too as they took care of them together earning cute little chuckle from the owl prince.

When it was Stolas's turn, he would introduce his exotic plants too. He even gave them funky names that are absolutely adorable to M/N. Seeing Stolas work his blood and sweat for his plants, M/N helped him too. After all the work they'd usually be dirty with the dirt on their hands and faces. And seeing each others' looks just made the cute duo erupt into a laughing mess. Then, M/N got the brilliant idea of smearing more on Stolas's face making the owlet hoot out as he race towards the F/C demon to take his revenge too.

They would also watch the stars together with Stolas telling M/N about each constellation's stories and introducing more and more about the beautiful galaxy. M/N always loved hearing his voice, the owl is just so cute and excited when he shared about his knowledge making M/N want to squish his cute face.

When M/N reached him about more magic showing all of them confidently and perfectly with a significant smile plastered on his face leaves the owl in a dreamy state. He loved watching how M/N would always be so confident in showing his own specialty and teaching him the spells with such gentle voices that just made him want to be embraced by the F/C fur demon. And he did just that.

One day, M/N offered Stolas a trip away from the palace to show him more of his other collection elsewhere. They've set up a place to meet and the time, but what M/N hadn't consider is, how Stolas never gone out before. The owl got lost as expected so M/N got to the place in time without the owl's presence, he immediately knew something's wrong since the blue blood owl was never late. He panicked and went for a searching spree around Stolas's palace ground. After a few minutes, he found the owl bruised up a little with messy fur while carried on the back of a female imp.

Stolas: ...and he's the first ever demon that had the same hobbies as me! He even taught me a lot of magic and showed me a lot more about the stars I don't know about.

Tilla: It's amazing! I had a boy which had a thing for horses, I think he can get along well with the two of you too.

Stolas: Horses? I love them too! But M/N never let me ride them. He always said I'm too small or something, I can't wait to be older so... Oh oh oh! It's him, hey M/N!

Stolas waved his hand while he was carried on the back by the female imp. M/N was very worried for his friend. Seeing him returning safely, he ran up to them as Stolas is being let down to the ground then get hugged by M/N.

M/N: I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry...

Stolas: M/N, it's nothing. I wanted to come out to play as well.

Tilla: Well, it's time I get back. Goodbye little prince.

Stolas: Goodbye!

M/N: I'll get you back to my place, here.

Stolas: M/N, that imp told me a lot about her son and one of them appears to like horses too! Ain't it such a coincidence!

M/N: Hehehe... Well if we met them in the future we could invite them to play if you want to.

Stolas: Really?

Stolas's eyes gone starry as M/N chuckled through his breath thinking the latter is really really cute right now. He pat the pince's head gently before swinging the owl's arm across his shoulder to support him preventing him from hurting his knee further.

M/N: Of course, Stolas. Your friend is my friend too.

Stolas: Yay! Can't wait for the day we can meet with them!

M/N: Now now don't get too excited, we still need to think up an explanation to your father about your scrapped knee.

Stolas: Oh, right. But what about our trip out?

M/N: Don't worry, we can go out next time, there's plenty of chances don't worry. We need to focus on getting your knee better first. You don't want me worrying about you all day right?

Stolas: Alright then! I'll get better soon.

M/N: Hahahaha, it's not like saying it will make it heal immediately.

Stolas: No, stop laughing at me!

M/N teased the owl more making him flustered and forget all about the pain till they get back to the palace and patched him up with his favourite pictured bandages. He even signed it showing its the work of his making Stolas laugh a lot.

Thank Lucifer Paimon didn't come visit that day, Stolas get to have another sleepover with M/N as they fell asleep to the story telling show. Stolas all curled up comfy in M/N's embrace as the latter wrapped him in his arms with their tails entangled. The TV was soon turned off by the butler as he took another picture of the young masters cute position, ensuring they were covered by the blankets and leaving quietely.

M/N got the album of pictures as a gift from the butler not long after as he himself was thinking about a gift for the owl too. Hi birthday is this upcoming Tuesday and the pictures gave him an idea. He got out one stack of paper and started drawing. Thinking it's an absolute gift he giggled and kept on his work.

Stolas is very hyped for today when the butler woke him. He immediately phoned M/N and kept reminding him it's his day and rambled about the grimmoire he's about to get. The responsibility and power got him more excited as the butler brushed out his feathers. He hang the phone up and tracked up to the hall towards the living room where Paimon was present to give him his gift. At the same time came the arrival of M/N too.

Stolas: M/N! Father!

Paimon: Ah, there is my little owlet.

M/N: He forgot your name again Stolas.

Paimon: No I didn't, I know my own son's name perfectly. And M/N, don't!

M/N: Okay, okay I'll stop.

Paimon: Ehem, as I was saying. Well, my little one, it is finally the day you're becoming the true part of the Goetia family. Well, good for you. Are you ready to do what you meant to do to serve hell?

Stolas: Yes father!

Paimon: You will be entrusted with the studies of earth's stars. Stars that contains prophecies and all that stuff. Ain't that fun? You will be given studies as the grimoire, to grant you access to the human realm to study and observe and you will grow and lead as the prince of hell where you'll live on to pass your knowledge onwards.

Stolas: I will do my best father!

Paimon: Wonderful, also son you were destined to have a precautionary heir to the goetia family so, you're now engaged. Congratulations! Isn't she charming?

The moment Stolas saw the picture of Stella, he started crying. The moment that happened, Paimon started feeling M/N's horrific aura behind him, looking back to see the demonic smile of his. Panicking a little he immediately hid the picture and pat his son on the head a few times.

Paimon: I'm kidding I'm kidding! Calm down Stolas. Your real engagement is with M/N. Got no problem with that now do you?

Stolas: With N/N! Do you knew about this N/N?

M/N: Urmmm... Yeah?

Stolas: Why didn't you tell me?

M/N: I was afraid you won't like it and won't hang out with me anymore...

Stolas: Oh silly, I'd never. I love to be with you ~

The lovebirds(literally) snuggle up each other and start hugging and chuckling while Paimon just stood there. Noticing M/N sly smirk he cursed in his heart and just cut in to disturb their little time together by holding Stolas up and away from M/N. The demon smirking slyly in return just to get a "childish" from the F/C demon making him almost lose himself. Then he said through gritted teeth,

M/N: What. Are. You. Doing.

Paimon: Well, why don't we take a trip to the circus in town! Heard that they're pretty amazing~

Stolas: I'd love to go with you father!

M/N: But Stolas, didn't we already visited them last...

Paimon: Great let's go!

The goetia demon sped away with his son leaving M/N behind as the demon just grumbled and ran to catch up with them. The butler arranged their seats as they sit down accompanied by the few stares from the other demons since it's rare to see blue bloods around here. The circus show started a few minutes later. Stolas is starting to get excited while M/N just sighed and pet the cute owl a few times for the latter to chirp out happily.

Paimon just watched while having a little smile by his face too. He loves his son of course, but there's just too many to remember. Loud awed expressions and laughter spread through the circus as the circus member started performing their own talents on stage then came the lights out and clowns warning.

This made all of the imps surprised as the clowns lashed out with sharp teeth and glowing eyes. M/N received a fluffy little owlet as the clowns scared Stolas. He just rub him gently and kept him in his embrace. Stolas blushing a lot and snuggling into M/N. The imp brothers swinging around ropes throughout the circus as one of them let go trusting the other to catch him and they do it perfectly smiling happily as so. Stolas got so pumped up by the fun as his face went red with excitement while he started hopping a little in M/N's embrace. Paimon seemingly noticing his son's enthusiasm and gave his butler a look. Being a professional butler he pulled out his hellphone and arranged a sudden added show that includes Stolas and M/N with the circus bros.

Suddenly the lights shown on the lovely couple as Stolas felt flustered and crept down from M/N who the torch shining imp received glares from.

Imp: Let's give a round of applause to our beloved princes and welcome them up stage!!!!!

Crowds: YEAH!!!!!!!!!

The crowds were hyped to the fullest at the moment. Stolas and M/N completely stunned by the sudden announce that they just raise theirs arms up per the imps ask as the brothers grabbed onto them soaring through the air, sometimes changing ropes to ropes. M/N and Stolas both laugh their hearts out at the fun and comfortable feeling of wind. Then they had a perfect landing with M/N on the ground first and catching Stolas that was drop down above him. Stolas being too excited kissed his prince charming on the beak smiling sweetly as possible. Almost making the latter faint from such cuteness.

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They returned to their seats chattering and talking about the fun they had on stage, especially Stolas that rambled to his father too which Paimon just hear patiently cause today's Stolas's birthday, he doesn't want to make him sad. Then, the little imp making balloon animals. M/N can't stand the awkwardness of Blitzo repeatedly mess up of his job and helped with a little manipulation of shapes with his power just a reward for making his dear so happy. But something gone wrong and the horse had no legs. M/N just buried himself into Stolas embarrassed by the failure of his first ever magic perform in front of people. The considerate owl just rubbing his fiance's head gently. Then, Stolas laughed at the jokes Blitzo made making the male in his embrace groan in jealousy. Stolas laughing even more due to his fiance's childish acts. Paimon totally taking this opportunity to record the embarrassing moment of M/N and sending it to his father.

Fizzarolli totally shoving Blitzo out the window with a perfect balloon horse earning the cheers from the crowd. The circus show ended as the crew bowed to the audience as claps are heard till the curtains closed.

As they were about to leave, Paimon made an excuse to leave, which M/N and Stolas just dismissed it while still being excited from the circus show. About a minute or so, they left the circus. Arriving to the palace as Blitzo and his father just seconds behind them.

Paimon: Here's your new friend my son, happy birthday.

M/N: Buying him a friend? Really, Paimon?

Paimon: Shut up you brat, don't make me send you home!

M/N: Ha, like I'd get...

The duo just straight out fighting in the back as Blitzo introduced himself to Stolas. Stolas bowing to Blitzo seeming to triggered the duo as M/N's hand went straight to Stolas's head to keep him up while his father just outright scold him for it.

Paimon: Don't bow to that one, you bow to us, idiot!

Stolas: Oh right.

M/N: Cut him some slack or I'll...

Paimon: You don't say that here!

Stolas: It's okay, N/N. I'm fine! This is M/N, my best friend and now my fiancé! Isn't that cool?!?!?

Blitzo: Yeah?

M/N: Calm down my darling, let's go inside.

Stolas: Oh yeah right!

Blitzo: Woah!

M/N: Um, careful darling.

The energetic owl pulling both of them in sprinting excited to show his collection. He rambled about the book M/N bought him his last birthday, it was about horses. That spiked Blitzo's attention, as the three of them talked about the different species and what kind of usual needs they have. M/N even took out his own made notebook from studying the magical creatures to show them what he discovered what wasn't in the book.

Apparently hell stallions are pretty easy to tame when you pull the hem of it's fur by the neck, same with all other mammals since their life source and weaknesses are all concentrated there. Then, the watch on M/N's wrist started sounding alerting the trio. Stolas squealed knowing what that means as he yet again drag the duo to his garden and there they saw how the foal is born into the world. M/N and Stolas working together as they helped the mare clean up the blood and patch her up with a few spells from M/N's grimmoire. Then they wrapped the foal in soft towels leaving for Stolas to hold it. Blitzo just staring at the foal with stary eyes as M/N gave him the other foal wrapped in towels.

He always dreamt of seeing a horse and now holding a baby one in hand is just a dream come true. He's so excited he can't form words properly and just started stammering. This made the couple laugh as Blitzo just wanted to dig a hole and hide after realising his mistake.

M/N: Didn't know you would like horses this much. You can keep it if you want?

Blitzo: Really?????

Stolas: Of course! N/N's got loads of them in the barn already.

Blitzo, mind-blown by the generosity of the blue bloods just accepted quick as possible afraid that they'll take the offer back. M/N knew he can take good care of the foal since he know what an animal lovers like. The three of them ran off again to other places in the garden with Stolas showing his amazing garden skills that includes the flowers colour blooming into a beautiful picture of him and M/N. The cheesy feeling just made Blitzo a bit uneasy but he still compliments it as it is quite an amazing work. Then, M/N showing Blitzo and Stolas his collection of favourite magical creatures. One of them being dark ponies that are big and handsome absolutely, Blitzo loving it absolutely too.

After all of that, they got tired. Stolas pulled them towards the tree where a small table set is there under the shades of it. M/N left to brew some tea up where Stolas was left to keep Blitzo's company. When he came back, they are talking about him.

Blitzo: M/N's so cool! Do you think I can ride thunderstorm if I ask him nice enough?

Stolas: Well, I'm not too sure about that, I think thunderstorm is still out of league. Maybe you can in another few years or so?

Blitzo: Huh? But why? Awww, but Thunderstorm's so cool, I really wanna try it out.

Stolas: Because it's dangerous, Thunderstorm will kick anyone he isn't familiar with. His kick can send you straight to heaven.

Blitzo: Hmph! I want to become closer to the stallion too. Please teach me, M/N~

M/N: Hahahaha! It's not that easy though, since you aren't strong enough. Thunderstorm despise the weak. Maybe in the future when you're strong enough?

Blitzo: Hmph! Fine then.

Stolas: Oh, look at the time. It's pretty late already. Aren't your parents gonna worry about you?

Blitzo: Oh crumbs, I forgot about it!

M/N: About what?

Blitzo: Um...Uh...nothing. I'm gonna go home now, I had a great time with you two.

M/N: How much did Paimon pay your dad for buying you one day?

Blitzo: Um, a condom and a five dollar bill...

M/N: Ugh! Literally can't with that guy! Here.

A huge rainbow amulet was taken out as the shine almost blinding Blitzo's eyes. M/N noticing the shine wrapped in up with some cloth and just placed it in Blitzo's hands closing it up.

M/N: Here, thanks for the company today. Next time, how about you show us what you do on your free time?

Blitzo: Sure! I can introduce you to my best friend too, Fizzarollii will sure be excited to meet you guys too! I'm just sure of it!

Stolas: Till we meet again?

Blitzo: Till we meet again.

The two blue bloods watch as the little imp with his father descend from the road bidding bye to Blitzo happily.

M/N and Stolas: Good-bye Blitzo!

Blitzo: Good-bye!

That concludes their happy first meeting which Blitzo will never forget because of the prize of getting stronger and for the foal gifted. However the promise of meeting again never seemed to happen, as both the goetia demon are busy with their studies and Blitzo is busy with his circus work. The lovers still attending some of his shows when they're off from studies. They even joined in a few times attracting a lot of people so Blitzo's father's not complaining. They eventually got to hang out with Fizzarolli and they play pretend with the balloon animals together. Blitzo as he is always liking a lot of blood spread and gore and shit. Then, Stolas asked about their future dream jobs.

Fizzarolli: I think being a clown's great, I like all the fun and attention I get now.

Blitzo: I want to be the boss of the circus in the future and I'll make the circus greater and bigger than it ever was! I'll even hire you guys when you're broke as hell.

Stolas: You? Hiring us?

M/N: Ha! In your dreams pal, you can't even handle thunderstorm yet.

Blitzo: Just you wait! I'll do it in the future I'm sure of it!

Fizzarolli: What about you guys?

M/N: Hm? Just the usuals I guess but I'll sure bring my darling on vacation all over hell in the future.

Stolas: Oh, N/N~ I love you.

The two started nuzzling against each other making the imps groan having to witness and be envious of their heaven like relationship in such a young age. It's not easy in hell to find a perfect significant other, so Stolas and M/N is really lucky to have found each other. The two imps showing each other a sly smirk as they both ounce onto the avian demons to tickle them. Erupted laughter totally destroying the lovey dovey atmosphere.

M/N: You know, if you guys want, we can nuzzle you too.

Blitzo: Eww, no. Leave that for your husband.

Stolas: Actually, about that. We came here for another reason.

Fizzarolli: Hm?

Stolas: This.

The avian demon taking out a fancy looking invitation from his pockets while M/N hugged him from behind. The feeling of his beak in his neck just made Stolas chuckle slightly. Fizzarolli and Blitzo studied the invitation to let out surprised sighs.

Both: You're getting married!!!

Stolas: Yes! Isn't that exciting?

Blitzo: But, aren't you guys just 18?

M/N: Hahaha, we don't look at age to do things Blitzo. Besides, we're pretty much doing everything a married couple do already.

Stolas: Yeah, mmf.

The two kissed again flushing a bit as the imps just looked away and pretend to puke making the couple laugh.

Fizzarolli: Well, we'll come for sure. But don't expect us to bring some fancy ass gifts for your wedding.

M/N: Nah, your company's enough. We have to go now, Stolas. There's still a mountain stack more to deliver.

Stolas: Oh right! Good bye you guys!

Stolas and M/N waved goodbye as Stolas attempt to open a portal just to open it right below them. Both letting out surprised squeaks disappearing into the unknown. This just made the imps laugh even more. When the two avian demons send all the invitations out, they were exhausted. When they reached Stella's household, Stolas being to tired just hung over M/N's back asleep. The door open to reveal the butler and M/N just shoving the cards to her hand and turn to leave only to be stopped by the obnoxious voice of Adrealphus.

Adrealphus: Oh, there's the sorry of an excuse of a royalty. Total filth playing with imps. Ha!

M/N: Gawk all you want, I'm not giving you the invitation anymore. I'll just tell Paimon your family wants nothing to do with him.

Adrealphus: Wait, give me that.

M/N: Nope, have fun being the culprit of your family's downfall.

Adrealphus: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please.

M/N: Just this once, remember, I hate brats!

Fancy outfits and preparations of the wedding busied by the imps and the caring work of the magical creatures and cannibalistic plants in their conjoined garden falling into their hands. Off from the studies, it was a bit of a mess at the start with the fighting of the plants and animals. Alas, brought to the end by Stolas's crying and M/N's threatening glare.

After all the chaos, they'll have pleasant silence in the library reading books. The owl just sitting in M/N's lap and moving ever so slightly to set in comfortably.

M/N: Um, Stolas.

Stolas: Hm?

M/N: Could you stop moving so much, you're making me a bit excited.

Stolas: Oh, I'm sorry. Do you need help with that.

M/N: No, I don't want to break this atmosphere. I love this comfortable feeling.

Stolas: Hoot hoot, I love this too. Muah~

Stolas continue to read the book and M/N nuzzling on his furry hair drifting off to slumber. And the creepo (M/N's father) taking a picture of this exact scene too.

The wedding came up real quick, M/N kissing Stolas deeply in front of everyone as the priest announce their marriage. M/N went on a rampage with Lucifer and L/N his father when all their private moments pictures got released on their wedding as slideshow. Stolas just hid in pure embarrassment while the whole scene was kind of a mess. After chaos, they read their vows for each other already being fully excited and craving for each other, the two kiss erupting claps and howls from others.

Cheers from the crowd as Stolas threw his flower bouquet back with all his might that Blitzo ended up catching. Of course the ladies wanted the flowers for the blessing rumoured so the fight started. The whole wedding turned out to be a good fight as the married couple got their clothes ruined, but they didn't mind of course.

M/N took Stolas out on a honeymoon to the envy ring that had a underwater hotel with pretty colourful fishes swimming around the hotel. When the lights are out, it'll be even more beautiful with the corals lighting up by themselves. The colourful corse of colours bringing stars to Stolas's eyes. M/N got dragged around a lot by the hyperactive owl as they venture the whole hotel.

Stolas: This is amazing!!!! Thank you so much~

M/N: A promise's a promise. Now, how about we have some fun.

Stolas: Huh? Woah!

The owl got pushed on bed by the lust filled demon as he pin the avian demon on bed. Nibbling around Stolas's neck to find his sensitive spot as Stolas moaned and push into him more. Stolas also preening M/N around his sweet spot getting the H/C feathered demon to groan along. Their groins rubbing against each other, as they kissed and tongues swirl with each other. Kissing till they're almost out of breath but the thrusting of their groins never stopping wanting to get to their high.

Stolas: Ah...ah...AHHHHH!

M/N: Ugh!!!

The most beautiful moan let out as a wet patch covered Stolas's pants. M/N had an orgasm too, but seeing Stolas this sexy totally got him excited again. They kiss hug and preen each other till all their clothes are off. Then they switched position to M/N holding onto Stolas's thigh to keep him steady as the owl is shakily doing up and downs on M/N's face. The long tongue reaching places his own fingers couldn't, as string of moans just stream from his mouth.

Stolas: Ah...ah... it's so....good....slippery and so long...ah! Yes yes...press on that ah...ah

M/N sucked even harder around his sensitive walls, tongue fucking the certain spot that will make Stolas go crazy. Stolas's moans ring through the whole room as his grip on M/N's head grew stronger feeling closer and closer to ecstasy till the sweet release.

Stolas: Aghhhhh~ ha...ha...

M/N laid Stolas down on bed and licked the excess cum from Stolas's cock sexually making the said demon moan and get hard again.

Stolas: Please, N/N. I want... I...

M/N: Tell me, what do you want baby?

Stolas: I want your cock already, please, AH!

While whining needy, he got picked up as M/N complied to Stolas's wishes changing their position to missionary. Both looking at each other lovingly as M/N went down for another messy make out session with his dear owl, a hand guiding the feathered arms to hold onto his shoulders as the other started stroking Stolas's shaft in languid long strokes.

Stolas: Ah...ah....feel so good. Keep going, N/N. Ah...Ah....wha?

Sudden feeling of intrusion just made Stolas went blank as immense pleasure of being attack by the back and front at once just leave his mind blank as he spurt out dirty words and whining more and more. Chuckling, M/N took out his sliick covered fingers and positioned himself in front of Stolas's hole. Looking Stolas deep in the eyes and hands tightening the long legs wrapping around them, tails entangled.

M/N: Are you ready my dear husband?

Stolas: Put it in N/N, please~ ah...AHHH hurts. It hurts. Ah ha no

M/N: I'm sorry baby, I'll go slow I promise.

He inserted bit by bit, seeing his dear owl pained and sweat filled face, he started stroking his shaft again polishing the shaft with the precum making the male below him writhing as the limped dick got excited again.

Stolas: Ugh...ha...yes, I want your big fat cock daddy!

M/N: Baby, stop! You're not ready yet.

Stolas: I don't care, I want it now.

A loud scream came afterwards as Stolas swing his hips forwards engulfing all of M/N. All Stolas feeling right now is pain like his been ripped apart, shaking slightly as tears streamed down his face sobs heard. M/N immediately went to console him, whispering how he was so tight and good for him, such a pretty little bird all for him and how he always look so charming while stroking his shaft and playing with his sensitive spots to get him to calm down.

M/N: I love you baby. Let's just cuddle for the night, I think we're both not ready yet.

Stolas: Wait, no! I want to do this! We went all the way now, just give me some time.

Deep breaths taken as they intertwined their hands again, M/N nibbling softly around Stolas's sweet spot, erupting more erotic moans and proceed to calm him down. Tears drained Stolas's face and his face was all flushed too, M/N wanted to record this moment but well he's busy pleasuring his sweet lover.

Deep and hard thrust in different angles followed after to find that certain spot again. Then M/N flipped Stolas to his side and start fucking him sideways that just seem to rub past his prostate as deep as possible. Screams and uncontrollable writhing until Stolas just came harshly, weakly holding onto M/N. His hole clenching and milking M/N making M/N groan and came buckets into the avian demon. Exhausted from the activities M/N lay down beside Stolas peppering kisses across his face and embracing him. Feeling so loved and worshipped just made the owl hoot happily as tiredness drown him. Seeing his sleepy look, M/N just caress him and hum a little to soothe Stolas down for him to go to sleep.

He got up after hearing the familiar snores of his lover. Grabbing a wet cloth from their luggage, he cleaned up the left over cum on Stolas's body and the sweat too, then lead the cum out of his hole with his fingers making the owl moan gently from his sleep. Sexy as hell but M/N's too tired to continue anyways. Throwing the dirty cloth in the basin, he pick up the large blanket from the floor and wrapped both of them in it, Stolas roll into him right after, the cute snores lulling M/N to sleep too.

A lot of aftercare and sweet talk followed after as they spend their wonderful vacation at the hotel and resorts there. They even went scuba diving to see the beautiful coloured sea creatures. No sea monster dare to disturb their time with the hell's most venomous fish guardian by their side everywhere they go. Sometimes they sat in front of the large underwater window just enjoying cuddle time together, and sometimes they went out to hunt and explore more about the envy ring already planning their first anniversary trip to the other rings.

Yet fun times always went by fast. It was time for then to return to their duties. Their everyday lives still envied by their friends with the constant post of their daily of feeding each other, gardening session, grooming sessions even animal riding and caring activities. The magic they perform also a light to their world. The people were grateful for the couple's effort of serving hell. Their popularity eventually rising higher and higher.

M/N introduced Stolas his experiment about having a child with only the genes of the two of them, and asking if the Stolas can be the host of the egg. Stolas totally excited from the deep of his heart and nodded repeatedly pouncing onto M/N and kissing him again and again. The experiment worked perfectly as the egg grew months by months, Stolas completely cut off from his work since M/N doesn't allow him to do his job not wanting his stressed out. Cravings and bad tempers always cured by the immediate serve of his favourite dishes and the warm hugs and sweet praises.

By the day Octavia was born into the world. Stolas had little to no problem with labours since it's a small egg and he always had M/N prepping him for this exact moment meaning lubing him up and fisting him open at night. The two taking care of their egg by staying in their nest all day giving warmth to the latter till she hatches. Blitzo often came to visit the owlet making the cute owl hoot happily while Stolas just starry eyed all over taking tons of pictures of his precious Starfire.

Laying on M/N's body lazily, Stolas flip through the pages of the book hold by M/N as they were reading a story book in M/N's office. Suddenly a bang of the door in came an intruder getting M/N immediately on guard as Stolas's face got stuffed into his chest before one of his hands with dark red aura aiming at the one.

Blitzo: Wait wait wait!!!! It's just me.

M/N: Oh.

Stolas: N/N! Stop hiding me every time we're in danger! It's not like stuffing me into you're chest is gonna help with anything!

M/N: Aww~ but you said you liked it before.

Stolas: Not unless it's on the bed!

Blitzo: Um, as much as I like to watch my favourite couple drama I have something important to say.

Stolas: Oh hi Blitz, didn't you see you there. Hehe...

Blitzo: Yeah, yeah.

M/N: Stolas, you'd make him upset.

Blitzo: Oh, shut up. I just wanna ask if you guys had anything that can let us access the human world?

This includes Stolas's responsibility as he sat up still comfortably in M/N's embrace getting serious.

Stolas: And what would that be for? You know my dad would be at my neck if anything you let the humans finds out and shit.

M/N: Language my dear. Octavia's starting to learn from you, you know?

Stolas: Is she now? I thought you were the one that was always cursing in front of her.

Blitzo: Ehem!

Stolas: Oh right. M/N give me my grimmoire. Thanks hun, hm.... Aha, there's a crystal called Asmodean crystal that allows succubi and incubi to cross through the living and the dead.

Blitzo: Great! Where's it at? Or do you have it by chance.

M/N: Duh, it's engraved in Stolas's grimmoire, why else would you think he'd had access to the human world.

Blitzo: Great, may I borrow it?

Stolas: What! Of course not! I've got to use it for my jobs.

Blitzo: Your jobs all done by M/N anyway. Just let me borrow it for a few. Please~

Stolas: N/N?

M/N: You know what'll happen if anyone found out. Right my prince?

Blitzo: Please, pretty please!

Stolas: State your purpose then, I'll think about it.

Blitzo: Fine, I've got a crew of assassins and a client gave us an idea of expanding it further.

M/N: It's up to you, Stolas. I personally thinks it'll be fun.

Stolas: Sigh* Fine.

Blitzo: Yes!

Stolas: But, human disguises and no others finding out understood?

Blitzo: Yes, can you hurry... I'm sorry.

M/N: Good.

Stolas: And no getting caught or find out. If so I'll never trust you again.

Blitzo: I promise.

M/N: Return it once a month, I'll get the work done by then.

The fancy book was floated to the imp and the sudden fall of the heavy book just made Blitzo slip and fall making the couple laugh.

M/N: In return, you'll have to tend to our gardens for the entire day too! Good luck.

Before Blitzo complained, he was already teleported out by Stolas as the couple continued with their pleasant morning.

Octavia: Dad? Father?

The sweet call of their daughter got them both up again. Helping each other out with their attires as they walk to their daughter's room.

Stolas: Yes Via?

Octavia: Can I visit Uncle Aster? He phoned me yesterday.

M/N: Of course you can honey. After breakfast.

Octavia: You're the best, father!

Stolas: Awe, what about me?

Octavia: You? Father's baby I guess.

Stolas: Octavia!

Octavia: Hahahaha....

M/N just watched as his husband gone through the hallway chasing their daughter as a smile was brought to his face. Yes, this is everything that he could've wished for. Sudden cries of hunger from the room beside just woke him up form his trance as he went to their son's room. Room decorated with toys and soft plushies as the middle of the crib sat their crying little bird.

M/N: Shhh, Alex. Here, here.

A bottle of milk appeared in his hands as he filled his son's hungry stomach. Coaxing a burp out of him after he finishes then lulling him to sleep again in the crib. The little owl just letting out a cute yawn as he hugged his favourite plushie while he's off to sleep again. They originally didn't want to get another baby, but thinking that their daughter is gonna rule alone isn't an option so another came. They'd sooner or later leave their duties to their children and live together without the bother of others.

A few years went past. While Stolas was watering his plants, M/N gently stalked behind him and hug the owl.

Stolas: Ah!

M/N: I'm back.

Stolas: Ooh, welcome back my dear N/N.

They shared a passionate kiss caressing each other slightly before getting called out by Alex.

Alex: Ugh, get a room you guys!

The angry owl proceeded to leave as the couple just blush profusely. This happened many time already as you can see, but they still never see others besides each other when they're together.

M/N: Oh, I heard Blitz and his crew got the cheerubs in hell. You said you wanted the lamb right?

Stolas: Oh oh oh! Did you get it for me?

M/N: Yes darling~

Stolas: I love you so much, I'll repay you at night~

M/N: What do you need him for anyway?

Stolas: Oh, it's not me. It's Alex. I see the look on his face when he saw their advertisement. Oh how young loves bloom.

M/N: Beautiful indeed. The full moon festival in the wrath ring is coming up soon, when do you want to get your book back?

Stolas: Hm, maybe tomorrow. I'm sure they'll get their work done by then.

M/N: You sure you're able to walk tomorrow?

Stolas: Oh you're on!

In fact Stolas indeed didn't get up that day so it was still M/N passing onto the news. He even offered the I.M.P s a trip there as a compensate.

Blitzo: Deep breath sucked in* THUNDERSTORM!!!!

M/N: Yes yes, the one you love so much. How's Rosie doing by the way?

Blitzo: Oh, she's doing great! See I even bought her the... oh you got one for him too?

M/N: Yeah, he is my favourite after all.

Stolas: Ehem!

M/N: Okay, second favourite.

Alex: I heard you father!

M/N: Fine, all of you are my favourites. Satisfied my dears?

Octavia: Yes.

M/N: Great let's get moving now before we get late.

Alex: Don't do it with daddy on the car alright.

Stolas: Alex!

Blitzo: Pffft.

M/N: No one encourage him!

The festival was a blast and then came the day where Blitzo and Moxie got in trouble with the humans. This time Blitzo notifying M/N, both startled by the sudden alarm as they came early making Stolas moan from the warmth spurt inside of him. When M/N recollected himself enough to know what just happened, he blew a fuse and wrap his husband tight in the blankets after leaving a note. He left to the living world with his grimmoire and destroyed the whole laboratory in the process almost killing the I.M.Ps too. The cold stone expression scaring them half to death finally able to breathe again after Blitzo reminded him about Stolas.

He rushed home to find the owl curled up like a ball seeming to be in a bad dream. He hum to him softly and pat him gently cooing the latter to return to his good dreams as his eyebrows are soothed out. Getting into the warm bed, he started planning for early retirement. Feeling his lover curling up to him made him snap lots more photos.

The end~

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