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jeanvaljeancheri · 4 months

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Here are some recs with the secret relationship trope! Most of them are andreil but the last one is jerejean :) i organized them by word count to make it easier.

The Enemy of My Friend is My Super Enemy 2k

Grace stands in solidarity with her teammate and friend Andrew Minyard.

Therefore, she hates that asshole Neil Josten.

don’t hate the player, hate the game 2k

Allison smirks suddenly. “At least I got an up close view of that ass.”

“Not a total loss then.” Nicky grins at her and they fist bump.

Kevin just sits there watching them, silently judging them and siping his vodka.

(neil is a hot stranger at the bar. people try and get with him. kevin drinks copious amounts of alcohol.)

Raven's Nest Burning 2k

While Andrew and the Foxes were in the stadium parking lot, next to the team bus, waiting for Wymack to appear, Evermore's East Tower exploded.

Pointless 3k

The Foxes have only ever known him as the vicious, vindictive Monster he’s portrayed himself as. Now, he’s a mystery no one knows how to solve; hard and violent for strangers, soft and gentle for this boy with the sharp smile.

5 times the Foxes accidentally spied on Andrew and his secret boyfriend and the 1 time they actually get to meet him.

Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day 4k

Neil has one of the worst days and Andrew is able to make it a little bit better.

Welcome to my Professor Neil and Professional Exy Player Andrew world! This is probably going to be a series where I explore more of this little AU that I love dearly!

i'll keep you 4k

Aaron asked, “What’s your deal? What’s going on?”

Andrew had no choice. He stood up, walked to the bowl of freshly cut melon surrounded by pools of watermelon juice and an assortment of black seeds, and plucked a piece of the fruit. It was dark red and glistening and sweet on his tongue.

It tasted like ash. Like a dirty little secret. Like a mistake.

The Bet 5k

“I bet the monster will come alone again this year,” he says, his voice scratchy like the sound of a blender in the early hours of the morning.

“I’ll take that bet,” Aaron says, face a blank slate, anger cooling behind his eyes.

“Five hundred bucks,” Seth replies, eyes sparkling in amusement. He’s got the face of someone who thinks they’ve won.

“A thousand,” Aaron counters. Andrew’s eyebrow twitches up imperceptibly, a feeling like a laugh bubbling up his throat.

(In which Neil and Andrew are secretly married.)

it's disillusion, and confusion (this illusion of me) 5k

“Okay, kid. You can fend for yourself I’m sure, but you won’t be able to beat the guy whose car this is. He’s dangerous.” Ignoring the way Neil snorted, Matt barreled on. “Like, really dangerous.” He trailed off; Neil looked as though he was torn between amusement and anger.

or; 5 times the foxes were confused over neil and andrew's relationship and the 1 time andrew made it clear

Not-So-Secret Someone 6k

Eight times the Foxes discover that Andrew is seeing someone and one time they meet Andrew’s elusive partner

about u 9k

Neil and Andrew have been friends since they were kids. Recently though, those feelings had turned into more. While they try to keep their relationship secret because they’re scared of their families’ reactions, they go on a family beach vacation. Chaos ensues.

Brother of Mine 12k

'Aaron should have known something was going on with Andrew when he had agreed to change their deal.

Thoughts of Katelyn, of not having to hide her anymore, took up all the space in Aaron’s mind and he never wondered why Andrew would have relented so easily.

Looking back, it should have been obvious what was going on.'

OR: 5 times Aaron should have realized Andrew had somebody, and the one time he met him.

Odd Eye 16k

Andrew spends most of his childhood thinking he is a psychopath. He is not. Andrew is, and always will be, just Andrew.

That Isn't Nothing 38k

A look into the lives of pro exy players Andrew Minyard and Neil Josten. The world says they hate each other, but when Andrew gets transferred to Neil's team, their teammates begin seeing something else between them.

Sixteen hours 120k

started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this (affectionate)

Jean and Jeremy secretly start dating in their final year at USC.

In my top three favourite jerejean fics of all time!

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theruseandthecaper · 3 years

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You said you would write requests so here I am on my knees asking u_u I want some sort of angst with a happy ending or hurt comfort from kaeya or Diluc??? I just 🥺🥺🥺🥺

☁️ ┊͙ ୭̥⋆*｡ a/n: of course!! :D i’ll do both! i love writing them!! i hope you enjoy! :) i hope this was good enough!! :)

🔥┊͙ ୭̥⋆*｡ Diluc Ragnvindr

> You were having a day, and Diluc could tell. As he grew closer to you, he learned your mannerisms and could read you like a book.

“Is... everything alright?” He asked you one night. The two of you were alone in Angel’s Share, and you had come to get away from your troubles and calm down, even if you weren’t planning on having any drinks.

“...Everything’s perfectly fine.” You looked up at him, picking your head up and meeting his eyes. He studied you. Even with sadness laden on your features, you looked beautiful to him.

“If you say so.” He said in return, going back to the glass he was cleaning. Silence blanketed the two of you for a few moments, before you finally broke it.

“I lied.” You said softly. “I’m not alright. Nothing is alright right now.” Your voice came out as a soft whisper. It was laced with pain- pain that stabbed him in the heart sharper than a knife. He kept his straight face, though, not even looking up from his glass.

“Would you like to talk about it?” He asked you. You shrugged.

“Not really. Can I just... have a hug?” You asked, looking up at him. You knew he would probably say no. Even if you two were friends, he was never affectionate with you, at least physically.

You waited for a few moments, but he didn’t respond. Silence filled the bar, broken only by the sound of his cloth rubbing against the wine glass he was cleaning. The squeak of the wet cloth filled your mind as you put your forehead back down on the counter, seeds of disappointment growing in your stomach, blooming into tall trees of heartbreak.

The silence didn’t last long, though. In a moment, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around you. A weight pressed itself against your neck, and you could feel warm breath tickling your skin. Fluffy red hair touched your jawline, and your senses were filled with the scent of wine and old books. No words were said. Nothing was spoken. All you did was turn around in your chair and wrap your arms around his neck.

The two of you stayed that way for quite a while, just existing in each other’s warmth. Diluc was on cloud nine. He had dreamed of this moment ever since he met you. The way you felt in his arms made his heart soar. You fit perfectly in his grasp. The both of you fit together like a puzzle, and he knew this was meant to be. You were so soft, so comfy to hug.

“...Are you okay now?” He asked, his breath tickling your ear. You shook your head.

“Don’t let go of me. Please.” You pleaded. His response came in the form of a tighter hug and the gentlest, most unnoticeable kiss on the forehead.

Maybe your day wasn’t terrible after all.

🧊┊͙ ୭̥⋆*｡Kaeya Alberich

> The fight stung, and it stung hard.

Of course, neither of you wanted it to get out of hand, but it did. Until you were hurling insults, sharp as knives, at each other, stabbing each other with your words and cutting each other with what you said. Things lasted until you ran out of the house in tears, and Kaeya, not even crying, went to the bar to drink off his pain as he usually did.

The fight was all his fault. He was never open with you. He would always hide his true self behind a wall of smoothness and flirting. You were fed up. You two dated for a year. He should be comfortable being open. So you yelled. He only responded with a cool smirk and a kiss to your lips, complimenting how cute you were when you yelled. And this only made you yell louder.

Now, you crumpled beneath a tree, sobbing your eyes out. Were you not good enough for him? Was that why he was never open with you? Guilt filled you to the brim, spilling over in the form of tears rushing down your cheeks. If only he knew how you felt. You tried to explain that to him, but he wouldn’t listen. He never listened.

Meanwhile, Kaeya downed his third glass of wine that night. For him, it wasn’t that much. He was used to drinking much more, and he probably would. After all, his guilt hung high in his mind. He felt horrible. You were mad at him, and it was his fault, and he knew that. If only he knew how to show it. If only he knew how to open himself up. After all the abandonment and hurt he’s been through, it seemed only natural to wall himself up, to protect himself the best he could. He just didn’t know how much that would hurt the ones he loved.

Minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days. Days without speaking turned into a week. A week, and you couldn’t take it anymore. Your boyfriend of a year hadn’t so much as spoken to you in a week after your fight. You were upset and heartbroken and hurting. And so, you decided to visit his brother and your close friend, Diluc.

“How is Kaeya doing?” You asked in a sarcastic tone, knowing the answer would probably be something like “he’s doing well” or “he’s great”. You knew the brothers never got along well, but Diluc still saw him around.

“You haven’t heard?” He responded. His words spilled confusion in your mind.

“Heard what?” Suddenly, you grew worried. Even if you two had fought, and he was ignoring you, you still loved him quite dearly.

“He left on an expedition to Dragonspine, and hasn’t been back in about a week.” He looked at you, furrowing his eyebrows. “Why weren’t you aware? Didn’t you know? He is your lover after all.”

“I- No. I didn’t know. We.. had a fight. I’ll talk to you later. Thank you.” You said quietly. You just needed some space to think this over. Diluc only nodded, understanding completely, as you walked out.

So he just left you. Just like that. He just got up and dipped on an expedition without so much as letting you know. You sunk to your knees and sobbed.

Just then, a pair of familiar looking boots entered your peripheral vision, shielded by your hands over your eyes. You looked up to meet the shiny blue eye you knew very well. His cool smirk was gone, but it was Kaeya. And man, has he looked better.

He was limping and supporting his weight on the tree you sat beneath. His lip was split, and you could see a massive gash in his chest, the blood dotting through the bandage he had wrapped around him. In his hands, though, he held a bouquet of those pretty blue plants only found on Dragonspine. He knew how much you loved them, but you could never find them because Dragonspine was too scary a place and you didn’t want to go.

You didn’t know what to feel. You wanted to yell at him for leaving, yell at him for not contacting you, hug him and kiss him and thank him for being safe and thank him for the flowers, and you wanted to cry seeing his injuries. The only thing you could bring yourself to do was stand up, fall silent, and wrap him in the tightest hug imaginable.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I... will work on being more open. That’s a promise, my love.” He whispered, threading his fingers in your hair. It was a short apology, but it was the best he was able to give.

The flowers dropped in your arms, but the only thing you wanted in your arms at that moment was your loving boyfriend Kaeya, back and ready to try his best.

And so he kept his arms around you for quite a while, his head buried in your hair, ready to try again, ready to be worthy of such an amazing lover as you.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader angst #x reader #diluc x reader #diluc x reader angst #kaeya x reader #kaeya x reader angst #x reader angst #diluc #kaeya #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #writing #fanfiction

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spencers-renaissance · 3 years

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You Said You’d Never Smile Again

Summary: “At one point, we had a conversation about how hard Spencer was finding life after prison and he told me that he didn’t think he’d ever smile again. And so, I made it my mission to prove Dr Spencer Reid wrong for the first time in his life.”

Tags: weddings, speeches, tooth-rotting fluff, insecure luke, post-prison spencer, implied/referenced depression, crying, found family

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1.4k

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Spencer’s never looked more beautiful, Luke thinks, as they sit in the botanical hall of this ancient museum on their wedding day surrounded by everybody they love so dearly. They’d decided to have Emily officiate, neither of them desiring their relationship to have anything to do with a Church, and had read their vows to one another stood under an arch threaded with ivy and Spencer’s favourite flowers. An elegant gold band settles around his fourth finger like it was always supposed to be there, the outward expression of his utter devotion to the love of his life. Dr and Mr Alvez-Reid.

Glancing at his husband to check he’s ready, he taps his spoon against his glass as the meal draws to a close, gaining the attention of their guests as he stands up, microphone in hand, ready to deliver his wedding speech. They’d decided to exchange simple vows and then deliver longer speeches at the reception, so he pulls out the creased piece of paper he’s folded and unfolded countless times over the past few days. His hands only shake a little bit.

“Spencer,” Luke says, because it feels like a good place to start, “when I first met you, I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive at the BAU working alongside someone as breathtaking and irresistible as you, not being able to do anything about it. Well, thankfully, we both grew some balls and eventually did do something about it — obviously, since we’re stood here on our wedding day…” He’s interrupted briefly by a collective chuckle from their friends and family, and both he and Spencer can’t resist a giggle either, when they catch each other’s eye.

“But what perhaps isn’t so obvious, is just how that came about.

“As everyone here knows all too well, Spencer was falsely accused of a crime five years ago, and spent six months in prison. I won't go into it because that's not something he needs to relive on his wedding day, but thanks to the wonderful work of everyone in the BAU — who we both love so much — he was freed. When he got out, though, he, understandably, had a really hard time. At one point, we had a conversation about it and he told me that he wasn't sure he'd ever smile again.

“And so... I made it my mission to prove Dr Spencer Reid wrong for the first time in his life.”

He looks up to see the enraptured faces of his loved ones, and smiles a little at the sight of Penelope already in tears, sitting next to a fond looking Derek. Hotch and Rossi are sat next to them, looking rather appropriately like the proud father figures they are to Spencer. He’d hardly worked with Hotch before he’d had to leave for the Witness Protection Program, but when he’d met him again, this time as the boyfriend of the man he sees as another son, he’d been absolutely terrified. Thankfully, Hotch couldn’t be happier for the two of them, and Rossi had been the first to actually figure out his crush on Spencer, urging him right from the beginning to just say something.

Spencer is already teary, looking fondly up at Luke as he tells everyone just how madly in love with him he is.

He soldiers on, keeping his voice as light and steady as possible for this part of the speech. “The thing is, I'd never been very good at anything until I met Spencer. I was rubbish in school, always lagging behind, and that didn't really change when I left. I found my place in life eventually, hunting criminals — first in the Fugitive Task Force, and later in the BAU — but before then I was utterly directionless, and didn't even feel completely secure until I did join the current team.

“Spencer will confirm I can't even make toast without burning it, and I’m a completely horrible liar. As you will see when we have our first dance later, I have never in my life met a dance floor that ever did me any good. I actually can't change a flat tyre — contrary to how it might look, it's always Spencer who gets burdened with that job — and I'm useless with any sort of DIY.”

Everyone laughs again, and Luke takes it as a sign it’s going over okay so far, especially when his husband giggles wetly at the reminder of just how useless he can be at some things. It’s always amused him how incapable Luke is at making any sort of food — not that Spencer is exactly Gordon Ramsey, as he likes to point out — and the first time they’d gone out together, Spencer had enjoyed laughing fondly at his dad dance moves far more than actually dancing himself.

“Before I came to the BAU I was… insecure. I thought that I was unworthy, good for nothing, because I was absolutely terrible at so many of these general adult life skills,” he continues, a laugh in his voice as he recounts his awful thought patterns, and everyone else follows suit. “But as I said, I was determined to make Spencer smile. More than anything, I wanted the man I was slowly falling in love with to be happy again. I had no ulterior motive. I had no expectations. I had no hope for anything beyond an eventual grin.”

Penelope is officially in bits by this point, crying quietly into Derek’s shoulder, and JJ is smiling fondly as tears stream down her face too, gripping Emily’s hand tightly as both their wedding rings glint in the light flooding through the skylights in the high, beautifully decorated ceiling. They’d tied the knot the year before, a simple ceremony in a local hotel with only the team and close family in attendance. JJ had been a lifesaver during the wedding planning, knowing all the best vendors and ways to cut costs in every place possible.

He turns his attention back to his speech. “I thought long and hard about my mission. I had one last hail Mary. One boring winter morning, I woke up early enough to come in at the same time as Spencer, and I bought him a black coffee, a stack of pancakes and a croissant, and that was it. The most blindingly beautiful smile I think I've ever seen.” He can’t help but grin himself at the recollection of seeing that smile the first time, and when he looks to his left, Spencer’s expression is matching his. He directs the next line to his husband.

“And I remember exactly what I thought in that moment, the first time I made you smile: finally. Finally, something I'm good at.” Spencer’s face crumples at that, unable to contain his emotion any longer, and Luke can’t resist bending down and hooking a finger under his chin before kissing him, lips salty with tears. “I love you,” he whispers, and Spencer takes a deep breath, calming himself down enough for Luke to continue.

“Naturally, I didn't stop there and that's how we're standing here today, but if there's one thing I love about Spencer it's that since that moment, I have never felt inadequate. I have never felt not good enough, and that's because of how he makes me feel. He wakes up every day and makes me feel worth it. I don't know how I ended up with him, what brilliantly kind act I must have performed to earn this kind of karma, but he's shown me every single day that I deserve it, and if you'd asked me before that day when we ate sticky pancakes together in a virtually empty FBI building, talking about nothing and everything, I would have said I didn’t.”

He turns back to his husband, feeling his own emotion start to bubble over, as though his heart can’t hold just how much love he has for him anymore, and a tear streams down his face.

“So, Spencer, I am so grateful and still completely bewildered by how we ended up here, officially husband and husband, but I want you to know how thankful I am to you for your endless faith in me. I love you.”

And with that, Spencer’s on his feet, kissing him. “I love you so much,” Luke whispers as they pull away, bringing a thumb to Spencer’s cheek and brushing away a stray tear. “I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Well, you do,” he laughs wetly, “and I couldn’t be happier about it.”

Luke presses his forehead to Spencer’s for just a moment, looking deep into those hazel eyes he’s loved for so many years, trying as hard as he can to telepathically communicate all the love his bursting heart holds.

Spencer’s wide smile as they pull away to turn back to their guests tells him he already knows.

@strippersenseii @criminalmindsvibez @pretty-b0yy

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#my writing #ralvez #luke alvez #spencer reid #ralvez fic #ralvez writing #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #luke alvez/spencer reid #luke alvez x spencer reid

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jombocostello · 4 years

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here to listen (rohan x reader)

Anonymous asked: Can i get a scenario where rohan comforts his s/o in the best way he can?? i just feel kinda sad n need it rn ;;

Of course!! I hope you’re feeling better, and my messages are always open if you want to talk! :)

It's been a fairly average day - extremely average, considering that you're dating Rohan Kishibe and most days with him are utterly bizarre. You've just done some groceries and errands, and Rohan has been at his house all day working on the next chapter of his manga.

You climb out of your car, frowning when you glance up at the dark grey clouds. With all your grocery bags dangling from your arms (you'll be damned if you make a second trip), you yank Rohan's door open and step inside.

You set the heavy bags on the kitchen counter and sink into a chair, letting out the biggest sigh in the world. Nothing particularly bad happened today, it's just been...gloomy. The dark sky and your monotonous errands are really getting to you.

That's not to forget Rohan himself. You can't hear him right now, but you're sure he's upstairs scribbling away at his desk. You picture him and nearly laugh, imagining his back hunched over horribly as he furiously draws out his little Pink Dark Boy characters. He hadn't said goodbye to you this morning; he was busy and he has a lot to do today, you know, but it was just the perfect opening a crappy day. You grimace as you stand up to make some tea. Your body feels like lead when you walk over to the stove and start boiling some water. What a weird mood you're in.

You jump when you hear footsteps on the stairs, and you nearly drop the tea kettle. As you collect yourself, he walks over to you and peers over your shoulder, placing his hand on the small of your back. "Tea, huh?" he murmurs. "Make me some." The callous tone in his voice is like a smack to the face, and you try not to let your expression betray how much it hits you. Stone-faced, you get another mug, and he watches you silently.

You prepare it in silence and set one cup in front of him, immediately taking yours and sitting down on the loveseat in the adjacent room. You watch Rohan drink his tea and you slowly sip yours, nearly cursing when you burn the roof of your mouth.

He hasn't seemed to notice your low spirits. Why would he? You let out a bitter huff of laughter as you wrap your hands around your mug. Rohan is always in his own world. Even though he loves you dearly and you know that, he prioritizes himself most of the time. For a moment you find yourself wondering what Rohan's even doing with you - you feel your throat tighten and you dip your head, willing yourself to not cry. That's a silly thought, and you know it. He loves you.

You're just really susceptible to horrible thoughts right now. You lean your head back against the wall and sigh, your brows knitted together. You haven't seen Rohan look your way once since you gave him his tea.

As you look down and go to drink some more, though, a hand on your arm stops you in your tracks. You nearly spill your drink when Rohan places his hand firmly on your forearm. You meet his eyes, and they look oddly focused. He's scrutinizing you like he would one of his drawings. "What... What is it?" you ask meekly.

He swiftly sits down next to you, letting up on your arm so you can set down your drink. He then grabs both of your shoulders and stares into your eyes again, like he's actually looking for something in them. You go to ask him what's wrong again, but your voice falters; you're flustered by how focused he is on you.

Finally, he speaks. "...There's something wrong," he states definitively.

You nearly laugh at his bluntness. "Yeah," you answer, nodding.

His gaze softens immediately, and your eyes widen. The look on his face sends a pang of emotion through you. He glances at the far wall, pulling his arms away and gently taking your hands in his. "I know I'm not the most...perceptive person when it comes to you," he starts, voice soft and a little hesitant. His eyes are now fixed on your hands as he rubs circles into your palms with his thumbs. "But even I could tell you weren't feeling alright. Do you... Do you want to talk about it?"

God, he's so sweet right now. What he's saying is true; he really isn't great at telling what you're feeling. While he isn't the best at instantly noting your emotions, you know that he always tries really hard, and that's what you love about him. You nod. "...Yeah. I mean, there really isn't much to say. I've just felt bad all day."

Rohan lets go of your hands and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. He rests his head next to yours, and he breathes, "I'm here to listen."

Rohan's never done anything like this before. Usually, he's a bit awkward when it comes to talking about emotions, but right now he's being so open and genuine. You lean into his arms and take in a shaky breath. You're so glad he's willing to be vulnerable for you, and the thought makes tears prick at the corners of your eyes. He notices, and he presses a soft kiss to your temple. "I just want you to feel better, alright? I love you."

This really gets you, and your eyes well up with tears that spill and drip down onto your shirt. Rohan's arms around you are like a lifeline. He holds you tightly as you cry; he doesn't speak but you can feel his words clearly through the way he gently brushes the tears from your face. He loves you. He loves you, and he wants to be there for you. It's an indescribable feeling.

You sit there for who knows how long, wrapped up in Rohan's arms. It takes a little while, but finally your tears subside. You sit up and look Rohan in the eyes. Oh, man - he's a little teary-eyed too. You hug him tightly, and he blinks, surprised, before hugging you back. "I love you," you say to him. "Thank you."

"Of course." You both let go and stand up. Your tea's gone cold. You pick it up and place the mug in the sink, then you join Rohan back in the other room. "I'm tired," he says. "Do you want to go to bed?"

"Sure." You start to head upstairs, but before you reach the steps Rohan takes your hand in his. You freeze, a grin stretching across your face, and you turn around to look at him. He's actually blushing, with his face turned away so he doesn't have to meet your gaze. You've never been more in love.

You both go upstairs and get ready for bed. You climb under the covers and sigh contentedly as you bundle up in blankets. Rohan follows suit and lays down next to you, slinging an arm over your midsection. He pulls you close and rests his head next to yours, and the last thing you register before you doze off is a sweet kiss pressed to the crown of your head.

When you wake up the next morning, Rohan isn't in bed with you. You figure he's gotten up early to get a head start on his workload for the day. You sit up, the remnants of a smile on your face as you think back to last night. Somehow, Rohan had managed to turn a terrible day into one of the best. You start to climb out of bed, but just before your feet touch the ground, the door bursts open.

"Stop! Hold it right there." You freeze and look to the door. Rohan stands in the doorway holding a cup of coffee and a pastry. "I know you didn't have the best day yesterday. So, as your boyfriend and as the wonderful Rohan Kishibe, I have taken it upon myself to prepare you a wonderful breakfast."

You laugh as he hands you the coffee mug and sits down next to you. "It certainly is wonderful." You drink the coffee and grin, turning to face him. "I hope I'm not taking away from your work time," you start, but he cuts you off.

"That doesn't matter. I just want to make sure you're happy. My manuscript isn't nearly as important as making you the happiest person in Morioh."

"That'd be quite the feat," you say, giggling, and he laughs with you for a moment before surprising you and cupping your cheek in his hand. He kisses you softly, smiling against your lips, and you feel your heart skip a beat. It's a perfect feeling.

As he leans back, he smirks, reaching up and brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I think I can make it happen."

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo imagines #rohan x reader #rohan kishibe #kishibe rohan #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #jjba imagines #i hope you liked it!!#my writing

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angelharness · 3 years

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oooh my fave ladies. im transmasc so this made me happy aha. going with a pre-entity narrative.

WARNINGS: none

AMANDA YOUNG / THE PIG

• Thinks “I don’t care, I don’t see you any different,” is a supportive and reassuring statement. She’s not unaccepting by any means, but her approach of indifference is understandably a little off-putting.

• In most contexts, Amanda reacts to being corrected with an only barely-passive ferocity, but with you, who she doesn’t feel she needs to constantly defend herself around, she’s more open to addressing her mistakes.

• Likely the type to apologize excessively after using the wrong name, and though you have to assure her it isn’t a big deal, just to correct herself afterward, she gets through this personal hurdle easily enough. She starts using nicknames indicative of your real name to help remind herself, which also functions as a way for her to comfortably express affection.

• Amanda will do some research and a fair amount of reading on her own; she understands that constantly having to correct and inform others about your identity is horribly tiring, and while she knows she can always go to you with any questions, she genuinely wants to be well informed and to be able to be supportive girlfriend.

• If you operate as an apprentice of John’s teachings, she would be open to privately inform John on the matter so he can address you properly going forward. Though a core principle of his faith, judgement will not be directed your way. If you’d rather notify him yourself, or not at all, she respects your choice and will know not to intrude.

• Though known (at least by those close) as the queen of awful, post-breakdown haircuts, when calm and of mind, she has a steady, articulate hand and would cut your hair if you ever wanted, already possessing the instruments for such an occasion. Don’t expect anything stylish, though; her experience comes exclusively from regular trims to keep her hair out of the way while working, not for stylish purposes.

• You bring it up in an evidently joking manner, but Amanda seriously considers kidnapping a doctor to perform any surgeries you’d want. You appreciate the gesture, or the consideration behind it, but you’re likely to turn the idea down. While you may construct brutal instruments of torture and experiment on very unwilling subjects, you still have some standards.

• Amanda will make sure to tell you how handsome you are at any given chance (though never in the presence of company, attributed to her embarrassment over expressing endearment of any sort). Now matter how often she says it, it never loses its sentiment or genuinity. It’s always spoken with a tender authenticity. Despite this, there’s still an aching in her chest at times, wondering so often if you’re aware of just how much she cares for you and how dearly she wishes she could express that.

SUSIE / THE LEGION

• More than understanding. While she originates from a time, not even terribly long ago, where matters like that weren’t very publicly addressed, she’s quickly accepting and very open to learning.

• Zero tolerance for assholes. She knows not to speak over you on matters that she has no part in, but will not stand for dickheads who knowingly and repeatedly misgender or deadname you. She’s quick to alert strangers, too, even if they meant well.

• Pretty fast to adjust to using your correct name. Uses lovey nicknames often, somewhat like Amanda, which also helps to remind her.

• Susie’s incredibly thrilled to call you her boyfriend. The change of title comes easy. Some nicknames she likes as well include cookie, babes, and hotshot—anything exceedingly tacky and sounds like it comes from a fifties high school romcom.

• None of the rest of the Legion give you any trouble, and are surprisingly but welcomingly supportive. Most deriving from unstable home lives and having faced some degree of ostracization themselves, they’re fairly understanding, even the hard-assed Frank. Bigots are usually the subject of their teenage exploits, and if they catch anyone giving you a hard time they make a point to jot them down as a future target.

• Susie would love to help you dye your hair if you ever wanted to (and she’d pushed you to consider it before), though despite routinely dying her own, she’s not very good at it, usually depending on Julie’s directions. Expect your bathroom counter and sink to be stained for some weeks afterward.

• Transitioning in school is never fun, and it’s an extensive process to formally change your name and gender on official records. Your deadname, sadly, will be a constant during the school day, but Susie makes a point to use your correct name, no matter if she’s with you or not. If you’re alright with it, she’ll correct other students.

• With a surprising effort of strength, she peels off the yellowed tape she had used to write your name on her personalized mixtape for you, redressing it with the proper name. Returning it to you, you see the case has been updated with a dressing of glitter stickers and a heart in pink pen.

• Will gladly go clothes shop(lifting) with you, but also is just as ok if you’re fine with your current wardrobe or ever ask to borrow from hers. Either way, keep a constant eye on your hoodies—any she finds lying around are considered up-for-grabs.

• Susie is cautiously worried about having to now compete for your attention when your female classmates gradually start expressing interest in you. It’s a little illogical, considering you two were already officially dating; still, some reassurance is always appreciated, whether or not she expresses it.

• While she will inevitably slip up from time to time, you always feel comfortable bringing that up with her. You’re never met with sudden defensiveness or hostile confusion, but rather an open and considerate mind, even if she doesn’t understand entirely. She learns quickly and is thankful for your input, even more so that you feel like you’re able to talk to her about such matters. Susie would never want you to stay silent on issues like that.

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toxicpineapple · 3 years

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Well, this year is coming to a close!!! Here are my favourite writings from the year 2020 :)

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January:

“A penchant for looking at rocks”, the first ever Amamota fic I wrote (it’s been a long fucking year, haha) and another 5+1 things fic! Buckle down LGBTQ+ community because there are a lot of these, in fact I’m pretty sure I started off last year’s compilation with a 5+1 things fic? Anyway, this one was the five times Kaito helps Rantaro when he’s hurt, plus the one time Rantaro helps Kaito. I love me some good whump and I felt I had to choose this one because it’s one of my favourites just generally speaking.

Content Warnings: Injuries, tending to injuries, asthma attacks.

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February:

“Ibuki Mioda’s Kisses”, which I wrote for day fourteen of Femslash February. Boy, if I thought I wrote a lot in January, just take a moment to peek at February 2020… I was churning out a fic daily for the entire month. I don’t regret it though! I got to write a lot of characters who I haven’t written a lot, and explore a whole lot of prompts, and if I can remove my head from my ass I fully intend on participating in Femslash February again next year. Ibuki Mioda’s Kisses is the piece I wrote for Valentine’s Day, which was my two year anniversary with my boyfriend, so I wanted to write something special commemorating our relationship. No idea how I’m going to top that in 2021, but uh, check out the fic! It’s cute and I like to think it’s clever.

Content Warnings: The Mortifying Ideal Of Discovering Oneself, secondhand embarrassment, bad kisses. (I mean in the sense that texturally they’re just, unpleasant. It’s about asexuality, alright.)

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March:

“Adventure”, which I wrote for day five of Amasai Week, which was the first ship week I hosted and participated in in 2020! This was the longest piece that I wrote, and my favourite, just because I really really love the childhood friends trope, and I liked writing Shuichi and Rantaro as children, adventuring together and just having a fantastic time. Amasai Week actually took place while one of my parrots stayed overnight at the emergency vet after a fight with another one, so it was a pretty stressful time for me, but I’m proud of myself for completing it and looking forward to hosting Amasai Week again in 2020! Stay tuned, we’ve almost got the prompts worked out.

Content Warnings: None.

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April:

“A couple of ghosts”, which is the fic I wrote for Kaito’s birthday! I see we’ve reached the part of 2020 where I met my abuser, which, yaaaaay, but also, I’m still really proud of this fic, despite how much I kind of associate it with him now! It’s the fic where I said, y’know what, no, we can’t have nice things, and gave Kaito a horrible, traumatic reason for his fear of ghosts, as well as two dead parents. It’s Saimota though and there’s a cute hurt/comfort scene at the end so go ahead and check it out if you want.

Content Warnings: Car accidents, minor character death, injuries, PTSD.

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May:

“Are you down to play?”, the fic that I wrote for day four of Saimota Week, wherein Shuichi has a secret and Kaito makes a bet with Kaede to figure it out. Man, if you thought I had bad associations with the fic I chose for April, look at this one, haha. But it’s objectively the best writing piece I uploaded that month, I’m really proud of my characterisation and the scenes in the fic, and hopefully someday I’ll be able to read this piece without thinking about him. :)

Content Warnings: None! This one’s just a fluffy feel good fic.

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June:

“Tamago kake gohan”, the Sonanami canon compliant hurt/comfort fic I wrote for my friend Void’s birthday. I put out a whopping three one shots in June because I’d really hit the swing of my roleplaying and hadn’t adjusted to it well enough to be writing fic at the same time yet, so, yeah. This one’s cute, though! Sonia is sad about Gundham and then Chiaki makes her some food. They’re sapphic.

Content Warnings: Canonical character death.

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July:

“Good night”, the Amasai 5+1 things that I wrote for my friend Neb’s birthday! This is the five times Saihara slept in front of Amami, plus the one time Rantaro slept in front of Shuichi. It’s cute! They’re tender! It features the trope where you sleep in front of a loved one! I love that trope! And it’s Neb’s favourite so I had to go for it, hehe. These two are cute boys and they deserve to be happy.

Content Warnings: Breakdowns, nightmares. (But neither is from the narrator’s perspective.)

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August:

“Making that dream come true”, the royalty AU Kaede and Rantaro become friends fic that I wrote while I briefly hyperfixated back on my royalty AU. I got into another writing groove during this time so I actually have a lot of really good fics up from August (including Mutual Vulnerability… Amamotas I’m sorry to have cucked you like this that fic was so damn good) but this one was my favourite. I love writing in first person, and I love writing platonic relationships, and someday I’m going to write the multichapter that this fic sets up for.

Content Warnings: Arranged marriages, and something else but it’s a secret, shhh.

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September:

“A lot of firsts”, the Harumami fic I wrote for the first day of Amami Week, which is a personal writing challenge that I did this year to celebrate the week leading up to Amami’s birthday. September was a really dry writing month for me, partly because of the roleplay stuff and partly because of personal issues, but I’m still proud of the heteroeroticism (heh) in this one. Maki and Rantaro have chemistry, what can I say.

Content Warnings: Stab injuries (not from Maki to Rantaro, please).

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October:

“October 3rd”, the second fic I wrote for Rantaro’s birthday, and also the Oumami fic that I wrote for day seven of Amami Week. I’m a fan of most of the fics I wrote in October (I wouldn’t gift someone a fic I’m not proud of and most of the fics I wrote, including this one, were gift fics) but this one is my favourite just because of the introspection, and also because of the fact that I got to write Ouma, because he’s always so much fun. I enjoyed writing the two of them going back and forth and have another Oumami fic on the way so stay tuned, haha.

Content Warnings: None.

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November:

“It is what it is”, the fic I wrote for day four of Amamota week, which takes place when Rantaro is an adult, and out at a bar with his friends, where he meets Kaito and goes for a walk outside. It’s a melancholic piece for sure, but I like capturing those vibes with my fics, and I got to write a group interaction which is always one of my favourite things to do. Amamota is my biggest comfort pairing and I’m glad that I got to host Amamota Week this year, because I enjoy those two so much. :) Great chemistry.

Content Warnings: Recreational alcohol use (everyone is drinking legally and tentatively responsibly), general sad vibes idk.

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December:

Okay, honestly, I haven’t posted anything yet this month aside from a vent, and since the vent I posted talks about my eating disorder and it’s not really very good writing anyway, I don’t feel comfortable putting it on this list. I have a multichapter holiday themed Oumami fic on the way that I will hopefully finish before the end of the year, as well as a fic I’m working on for a writing and art trade that I ABSOLUTELY need to get off my ass and work on, so those will hopefully be out by the end of 2020.

But yeah, that aside, that’s the complete list of my favourite fics from 2020. It’s been a long year and I’m glad to have stayed a member of the Danganronpa fandom through it. I really appreciate all the friends I’ve made, and the fun times I’ve had while I’ve been here.

2020 has treated me pretty terribly, haha. I met someone who I really wish I could’ve gone without, and my health has suffered, and I’m hoping to be able to start my recovery properly in 2021. Guess if I have a new year’s resolution, it’s to let go of what he did to me and start trying to get better. So I’m going to work on it! I can’t say that I think 2021 is going to be anybody’s year, but maybe it’s not about what the universe has in store for us so much as it is about what we make of it.

I hope everyone who reads this has a wonderful new year, I love you all dearly, thanks so much for the support and the laughs, and I’ll keep on hanging around and spreading my Amami propaganda.

Someone has to, haha.

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james-potters-animagus · 3 years

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all i want

draco malfoy

angst warning

based on the song ‘all i want’ by kodaline. it’s gonna be sad y’all don’t @ me.

all i want is nothing more than to hear you knocking at my door and if i could see your face once more, i’d die a happy man i’m sure

it had been a good four years since the war. it was devastating to say the least. you had been a part of dumbledor’s army and were best friends with harry. you had met when harry had moved to privet drive to live with his aunt and uncle. believe it or not, there was another wizard in that neighborhood. you officially met on the train over, you both recognized each other and sat together, with ronald and hermione.

you and harry had gained a special connection, and began dating in your fourth year. little did you know, a stuck up slytherin would be the cause of that breakup.

you and harry dated up until your sixth year when voldemort’s return was confirmed. of course, that wasn’t the main contender of your breakup, but that seemed to be the easiest thing to pin it on at the time. what had really caused your breakup was a certain platinum blond had gained feelings for you, and wasn’t going to let potter get in the way of his chances with you.

“y/l/n! we need to talk,” draco suddenly yelled, from across the courtyard. you shook your head at the stubborn boy, who wouldn’t even go near the chosen one, or his companions, to talk to you. you sighed, but continued on towards him.

“what is it draco,” you muttered, trying to show him you weren’t pleased with the stunt he had just pulled.

“i like you.” he said, blunt and clear.

“i’m sorry, i don’t return the feelings. i have a boyfriend. your arch enemy to be exact.” you responded, fiddling with your shirt cuffs. draco looked at you like you had threw grown a third head.

“but i thought you did? you always talk to me? when girls talk to me it’s because they’re interested in me. you aren’t interested in me?” draco admitted, his heart dropping a bit.

you could see the pain in his eyes, and suddenly felt bad for the privellaged slytherin. “no! i mean, i’m interested in you, as a, as a person, but not uh, not romantically,” you tried to salvage the little friendship you two shared as draco just looked up at you from his hole he had burned in the ground, waiting for your response.

“oh.” was all he responded as he gave you a small, soft smile and he walked off. you felt terrible. you knew ronald would be high-fiving you right now if he were here, but you couldn’t help but feel sad for the boy.

now, you and harry had broken up, you just didn’t feel romantically inclined to each other anymore. as a sixteen year old who felt she was in love, that didn’t make sense to you at the time, but as you grew up, as you matured, it made much more sense to you. as yours and harry’s relationship crumbled, yours and dracos relationship blossomed. draco hadn’t stopped pining after you, and you finally decided to go on a date with him. and one date turned into two, and then three, and then four, and eventually you began dating. you honestly had the time of your life. and then the second wizarding war hit. draco and his death eater family began sorting out their issues and he decided it would be best to push you away.

of course, you were not going to let this slide. that was until voldemort cursed you. as the cruciatus curse rang out through your body you heard draco scream out. after the pain had stopped and everyone had left he came rushing to you.

when it said your last goodbye, i died a little bit inside

“y/n! y/n? hey, hey, okay, i’m going to get you out of here and you’re going to go as far away from here as you can, alright?” he cooed, picking you up and appartaing you both out of the dementor play ground.

that was years ago now, it was 2002 and you hadn’t spoken to, or seen draco for four years. yet, you remember that day vividly. of course, the nightmares helped you to not forget that, though they weren’t pleasant memories. what you would give to see him again.

i lay in tears in bed all night, alone, without you by my side

you jolted awake, a cold sweat taking over your entire body. you just had one of your routine, vivid nightmares about that horrible day. this time though, it was different. draco hadn’t left you. he stayed with you, the entire time. it was almost worse than the normal ones, waking up, knowing that it didn’t happen. you didn’t even know what happened to draco, or the entire malfoy family for that matter. you occasionally read the daily prophet, or you heard about some things from harry, but that was about it.

you had missed draco terribly. you missed seeing his face, hearing his voice, feeling his touch. you missed everything about him. you looked over to the nightstand and saw the necklace he had given you still there. you didn’t dare move it, afraid to lose it. it was all you had left of your relationship with the boy.

but if you loved me, why’d you leave me? take my body, take my body

all i want is, and all i need is, to find somebody, i’ll find somebody

you pondered why draco hadn’t tried to reach out to you after the war. of course, it could have been things with the death eaters but you remember harry telling you he had killed voldemort. they had won the battle. why hadn’t he tried to talk to you anymore? did he not care for you anymore?

you had tried seeing other people, you met this amazing muggle guy once, he had striking blue eyes and soft brown hair, but you didn’t feel the same spark like you did with harry or draco. since then you hadn’t really tried with dating.

see you brought out the best of me, a part of me i’ve never seen

it seemed when you were with draco you were the best version of yourself. you felt on top of the world when you were with him. there wasn’t anything you couldn’t do.

you took my soul, and wiped it clean, our love was made for movie screens

anyone with eyes could see how well you two worked with each other. the way her eyes lit up when she saw him, the way he stopped making fun of kids as much because he knew it bothered her. the way he stopped bullying muggleborns because her best friend was a muggleborn. they made eachother better.

honestly their relationship seemed perfect. almost too perfect.

but if you loved me, why’d you leave me?

you were sat on your couch in the living room after quite a day teaching at ilvermony. out of no where draco appeared in your fireplace, covered in floo powder. “draco?” you shot up, staring at the boy, well, man now. he was dressed in a black dress shirt with a pair of dark jeans and dress shoes, his grey eyes popping against the dark material of his shirt.

he smiled hesitantly at you, dusting himself off before stepping out into the living space. “hi y/n. it’s been a while.” you scoffed lightly. of course you missed him dearly, but he hadn’t tried to reconnect with you for four years! what could he possibly want now that you were moved to america, and almost over him.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, folding your arms over your chest. he expected a bit of a more happy reaction, but he couldn’t be that surprised, he knew he messed up that day.

“i’m sorry. i came to apologize and hopefully win you back. i- i know i messed up, i know i didn’t- i didn’t give you a proper goodbye and i’m so sorry. but i still love you. i’m still deeply, deeply in love with you. there wasn’t a passing day when i didn’t think about you. i’ll explain why and what happened if you’ll give me another chance.” he concluded, reaching out to touch your arm, his attempt at being affectionate.

you looked at him, wondering if, maybe you should give him another chance. or at the very least let him explain himself. you smiled very lightly, thinking back to your past memories. “fine. one chance.”

he smiled brightly at you, as you ushered him to sit on the sofa next to you. you looked up at him expectantly as he gathered his thoughts. he really didn’t think he was going to get this far.

“well, when i brought you out of that bloody mansion, i brought you to ronald weasley. i thought for sure he would know what to do. and he did, obviously, you’re okay now. and then after i made sure you were okay i went back to find my mother and we left.” he let out a shaky breath, but continued. “but there were still so many things happening with my father being put in trial that none of us could reach out via letters, and then i found out you left to america, and i thought you did that to get away from me, so i left you alone. and then for some reason i decided i needed to see you. so, here i am.”

you nodded lightly, understanding his reasonings for the most part.

“would you just give me another chance? i found this amazing muggle coffee shop down here, i figured maybe we could start over. like a second first date.” he suggested as she nodded with a light smile.

“i’d like that. a second first date.”

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dragon-kazansky · 5 years

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Hiii! Dunno if you do poly ships(?) but if u do. Can I request something with arizaphale x reader x Crowley. Where reader(gender neutral) gets hurt and they both are on it ASAP 💕💕

It was always a comfort to know that when things went wrong you had someone to come to your rescue.

In your case, two people.

Your lovable boyfriends, Aziraphale and Crowley.

Now, you weren’t no damsel who needed saving every other day and were more than capable of of taking care of yourself, but you can bet that if it was needed, those two would come running faster than anything.

Getting hurt wasn’t common for you, but accidents happen.

You had a terrible accident and hurt yourself quite badly. You had injured your leg during a horrible fall, due to being a little clumsy that day, and the pain was almost unbearable.

“Damn it!” You hissed between clenched teeth. You couldn’t apply pressure onto your leg without pain shooting through it.

You fumbled for your phone and instantly called Crowley. You couldn’t bare to tell Aziraphale first for he would only worry and make a fuss. He treasured you dearly and you didn’t want to make him upset.

Crowley answered right away, his voice cheery and cocky. You could hear the grin in his voice.

“My day just got brighter, what can I do for you, love?” He said that a lot when you call him. He liked teasing you.

You rolled your eyes, despite your situation, and hissed down the phone. “I need you. I’ve… fallen.”

“Fallen?” The cocky undertone of his voice seemed to slip away. “How bad?”

Crowley was worried. Very rarely you got hurt, so when you did, it was concerned for your health. He liked knowing you were well and happy when he wasn’t around.

“Very. I hurt my leg and can’t walk properly. I need you to help me, please don’t tell Aziraphale. Hell only make a fuss over me, bless his heart.”

“I can’t keep that from him! I’m on my way. Aziraphale can fix that in a snap of his fingers.”

“Crowley, he’ll be upset with me…”

You could see it now. Aziraphale’s smile would falter and his brow would crease. He want nothing more than to be at your side to help you when in pain. The angel hated the thought of you being hurt, despite how little it ever actually happened.

“He will, but he’ll also forgive you right away. You know how he is, now stay where you are, we’ll be there soon.”

“You don’t even know…” he hung up, “where I am.”

You lowered your phone and tried your very best not to move too much. You cursed yourself for not paying enough attention, but were glad your boys would be here to help.

Gritting your teeth you leaned back and let your mind wander. You needed to get your mind off of the pain.

Your mind decided to focus on your boyfriends.

That made you smile.

Aziraphale panicked a little when Crowley had told him what had happened. He didn’t like the thought of you in any sort of pain and made sure to tell Crowley to hurry up.

The poor angel just wanted to fix up your leg and make you comfortable. Kisses would of course be given to help you.

This was one of the few times Aziraphale didn’t comment on Crowley’s driving.

“Aziraphale, calm down a little bit. She hurt her leg, she wont die from it.” The demon glanced as his lovable angel who had concern written all over his face.

“Still, they are hurt. We must hurry.”

Crowley didn’t like seeing Aziraphale this way. Where as the demon would try to hide his worry and focus on making the situation better, the angel would show his concern and let others know how he was feeling.

It was just one of the things you both loved about the angel.

“I’m going as fast as possible.”

“For once… it’s not fast enough.” The angel sighed and looked out the window with worry. He hoped you were doing alright until they could get to you.

You heard the Bentley coming. You knew the exact sound it made and could always tell when it was near by. It was something you had just learned the more time you spent with the demon.

It parked sharply and in no time at all your two lovable celestial boyfriends climbed out and came over to you. Aziraphale hurried over, while Crowley took his time.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t worried, but he knew you were other wise OK. Aziraphale would be able to take care of the injury for you.

“Oh dear, how did this happen?” Aziraphale hovered his hands over your injured leg, not wanting to make the pain any worse.

“It was an accident, please do something, Aziraphale. It hurts.” You looked at him with big bright eyes.

“No need to worry, I’ll take care of it. Think of something happy and wonderful!” He gave you his angelic smile and kept his hand over your leg.

His very presence was soothing to you. You were grateful he came even though you asked Crowley not to tell him.

Crowley knelt down beside you and wrapped his arms around your torso, pressing a kiss to your head. He watched the angel perform his little miracle and let you rest against him.

You smiled and leaned back into the demon, letting your mind fill with thoughts of your beautiful boys.

Aziraphale waved his hand along the length of your leg and with a jolt of sudden pain, making your flinch, everything soon settled down and was gone.

Crowley made sure to give you a squeeze while Aziraphale performed his miracle.

You opened your eyes and glanced at the angel and then the demon.

“How does it feel?” Aziraphale asked softly.

You looked at your leg and slowly got up, with the help of Crowley. You stood on your leg slowly and carefully, just in case. Though you had no doubt it had worked.

Aziraphale was an expert with miracles.

“All better. It doesn’t hurt any more!” You smiled at the pair.

“Oh, I’m glad! I hate seeing you in pain.” Aziraphale pulled you into a hug and kissed your temple.

“We should go back and rest. Don’t want to jinx this by hurting yourself again.” Crowley teased. He was smirking from behind you.

You scoffed and turned to kiss the demon on the cheek.

“Alright, but only if you stay with me. I need my boys to look after me.”

The pair of them were more than happy to comply.

“How did you find me, anyway? You had no idea where I was.” You looked at Crowley, considering he drove here.

“We always find you.” He winked. You couldn’t see it because of his shades, but you knew he did it.

You chuckled.

Your evening was filled with lots of hugs, kisses and your boys looking after you, even thought you healed now.

You were very proud of your boys for coming to your rescue.

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@dekahg

#crowley x reader #crowley good omens #crowley #aziraphale x reader #Aziraphale #good omens #request #aziraphale x reader x crowley

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cobwebsaint · 4 years

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may i ask... for you to tell us more about domestic nightmares 🥺 ramble as much as you want

ANON I WOULD HAPPILY KILL AND/OR DIE FOR YOU

okay idk how far off the chain i am bound to go here cuz these are my stupid baby gremlin children and i also have links and stuff to provide and also y’know. ion feel like getting hate so all the idiocy goes under the cut.

ALRIGHT so it all began when I got this awful idea for the beloved spit fic (aka BIG MOUTH, read here) back when The Gang and I were on.... That Bullshit. I love putting depth into stories and characters and developing them as people and the universes they reside in and all that (read: i have the too much gene something fierce) and I wound up working on that fic for a hooooot minute so I wound up falling in love with that dynamic and building on all these stupid little quirks and starting to create a whole world out of one dumb little fic I got roped into writing.

It actually started as two separate things. For Big Mouth I was just like I need me a long hair Corey and that’s it. Then I was watching that one TERRIBLE fuckin’ 1996 Stone Sour bootleg and I was like OH SMALL???? And they wound up smushed together. Now I Am Here.

SO DN is the terrible little infant baby children of 1996 brought into this, the year of our lord 2020. I’ve put out a little bit of Official Canon Lore in my quarantine notfic (aka oh my god, they were quarantined, read here) but that’s just scratching the surface.

Corey and Paul have been friends fooooor fucking ever. They became attached at the hip in middle school and have been wreaking havoc ever since. Paul’s a bartender and certified Baby and he’s basically the angel to Corey’s demon. The yin to his yang. The “don’t feed after midnight” to his fucking terrible gremlin. Corey’s a genderfucked himbo workaholic. He works nights at the porn shop and also does Fridays and Saturdays dancing at the local gay club and he’s also got an onlyfans and shit. He’s terrible and my life has not known peace since he made himself known.

Those two have lived together on and off since they were like 16ish cuz Corey got bounced around a lot but now they’ve got an apartment together behind the movie theater and it’s a disaster.

Also Chris is the manager at PetSmart and got Corey a job there once upon a time. Corey kept it for a couple years and promptly quit at 18 to pursue thottery. Also Joey works at Hot Topic.

Now Jim works at the little family owned guitar shop in town (Craig owns the place) and he’s just a simple creecher y’know. He’s just tryna live his life and play guitar and work on his shitty little beater pickup and hang out with his friends and daydream about asses and bikes and getting ripshit with Sid when he gets home from work and Vibe. He’s got a townhouse on the shitty side of town with Sid and Mick which is a fucking chaos pit of its own.

Mick probably does some trade job and he’s definitely the family cryptid here. Nobody’s entirely sure what he does when he doesn’t Make It Known but he’s quiet and contributes and he’s a bro. He’s also a vulture and is the reason there are bones and pelts and shit Everywhere and a whole fucking maceration area on their goddamn patio which the neighbors love to complain about but nobody ever does anything about it so whatever. Also neither Jim nor Sid would have any fucking idea what a succulent is, were it not for him.

Sid’s...... Sid. He is the babiest baby clocking in at barely 20. He works at the fuckin’ grocery store stocking shelves and when he is not causing every possible problem within his capabilities he’s hotboxing his room and chillin with his transformers and making sick alien beats like the horrible little cave creecher he is.

Shawn’s the sketchy, ambiguously old weirdo that everyone knows but probably shouldn’t. Corey knows him cuz he’s a bouncer at one of the clubs he works and the three stooges know him cuz of Mick. He lives in some fuckoff location in the middle of the woods off all the major roads and they all tend to hang out there. Jim works on cars and whatever “projects” he’s got going along with Mick (who keeps most of his vulture shit at Shawn’s) and Sid just sits there and vibes and steals all of Shawn’s beer in the process. Everybody else starts hanging around when Jim and Corey get together cuz they’re BOYFRIENDS.

But yeah, it’s basically just a bunch of little dumbasses living their lives and having fun and being one big terrible family together. I love them all dearly.

I’ve got at least a billion current WIPs in this universe. Some are little one off PWP type things like big mouth, but I’m also putting my time into building up the proper timeline for yall which I’ll prob wind up firing off in bits and pieces as they come, y’know. Lil nugs to keep the dopamine moving. I really hope y’all fall in love with these dumbasses like I have. Lotsa content to come, I hope! :D

Also FTR I love talkin’ shit bout worldbuilding and stuff and I have SO MANY IDEAS TO SHARE so if you or anybody else ever wants to come pick my brain, DMs and asks always brighten up my day! I’m friendly, I promise sdfbgskjdf

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk this made me very happy and god this is all just baseline stuff. I have lots of Feelings okay djfbvksd

#this got me so excited sdkrljgb #thamk you #anonymous #answered #domestic nightmares #rpf

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blackivory-27 · 4 years

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A Terrible, Not Really Bad, Very Good Day

Words: 2388

Pairing: HyuRoy

Rating: I'm guessing slightly NSFW for two or three mentions of sexy stuff

Genre: Fluff, absolute Fluff, just Fluff

I’m so so sorry for being borderline late but @vino-and-doggos, I am your @fmasecretsanta2019 Santa!

You asked for some Roy/Maes AU trope-y things, and even if I’d never written any HyuRoy before I hope it turned out well, and I had a lot of fun too!

I tried to make them both in character and adorable as you wanted them - but be warned, it’s super-fluffy, so prepare some toothpaste!

Merry (very late) Christmas, and a Happy New Year!

It had been a long, long day at work for Roy. Not that other days weren’t long, or boring, but when half of your team is home, in bed, sick because of an outbreak of flu and you’re the only lucky one not to catch it you end up working with people you’ve never met before, or people you’ve met that you know are incompetent fools… and make your job much, much harder.

It should have been easy - go to work, finish his paperwork in time for the presentation in the weekends, wrap everything up with a nice little bow for the higher-ups and then dash out of the office at the speed of sound to go home and spend the rest of the day in bed (their only bed, finally): instead, documents had been lost, patience had run thin, stupid questions had been asked, and he was sure some of his brain matter had mixed itself with his sweat, he was depleted.

He kept thinking of his nice little flat, with his nice big fireplace and his big sofa, the smell of coffee in the room as he made his spoon clatter on his mug while stirring, something that Roy pretended to be annoyed by, but made him feel at home. He missed it dearly, so much, and he really would have wanted to leave everyone behind at the office and just dash for the door without even saying goodbye - but Riza’s ever-present look loomed in the back of his mind, and Fuery’s desperate, pleading eyes were too much even for him, so he’d stayed to help until late, when they’d finally managed to do everything.

When he left the building he cursed himself for not taking the car (“Be respectful of the environment, you work five minutes from the underground!” he’d say, and if he asked him something, he couldn’t say no), and then he cursed himself again for forgetting his umbrella. He hated the rain, it messed his hair and his coat up, it dampened his clothes, and humidity stuck to his face - and it was that annoying kind of light, thick rain that was just enough to need an umbrella, but not enough to be full rain. He was in a terrible mood, and everything seemed to add on it.

Even the underground was against him - late, slow, and full to the brim with wet, talking, existing people that just happened to exist too very close to him. He couldn’t wait to be home and forget everything about that horrible day, maybe ordering take-out for both of them while watching something on TV as they cuddled… it sounded like a simple, nice plan, enough to ease away the stress of his horrible day.

As he got off his train and onto the platform he was almost ran over by people trying to get on, and cursed out loud - screw manners, everyone was trying to piss him off on that specific day, so he was going to piss everyone off in return. He sped through the bystanders and columns of the place until he got to the exit, only to use his work briefcase to shield himself from the now heavier rain - how it could have changed so quickly, he didn’t know, but it was pouring like crazy and he still had a few minutes of walking to do before reaching his flat.

As he ran under the rain and almost slipped, his face lit up at the sight of his building:its newly-painted gate, the nice, tidy balconies with their plants soaking the water the sky was giving to them, the cute little windows and the pinkish, hideous curtains their sweet and old neighbour had put when she’d arrived, their blue, shiny mailbox along all the other ones on the wall, the roofed porch with its red tiles washing away the rain to shield anyone who had to get inside… it was better than Heaven for him, and when he finally got under it, he let out a sigh of relief and smiled deeply - finally, he would have been home to him, or so he thought, for as he reached for his keys, he couldn’t find them.

-Please no…-

He tried to find them once, Then twice. Then one more time, and then finally, he called his office to ask cleaning staff about it - sure enough, they’d found his keys in the office, and had left them at security. Just when he’d finally thought he was home the world had decided to play one more trick on him and leave him out in the cold under the rain. Giving up, he sat under the roof and moped, despaired, and rubbed his temples as the world around him turned cold and dark.

Or so he did for around five minutes, before someone opened the gate behind him, and it was him.

-Maes, my love, my saviour, clad in shining armour just for me.-

-Come on, I’m wearing duckie pajamas, I only came down because I was tired to watch you mope from the window.-

-You watched me mope for a grand total of five long, never-ending minutes? How cruel.-

-I swear, sometimes you’re really a handful.-

-But you love me.-

-Drama king.-

The two men chuckled quietly before Roy finally got up and joined his lover under their umbrella, kissing him gently and closing his eyes to enjoy his scent, his skin, his slightly rough, prickly cheek, his arm around his wet waist: without letting him go, Maes started to wobble his way back to their house while laughing and almost tripping on the cobblestone thanks to his man’s attempts at getting his attention, none of them successful, and his later attempts to murder him and make it look like an accident.

Roy kept complaining about how horrible it had been to stand under the roofed gate until they got to their door, and then inside he complained about his job - but Maes didn’t care, he loved to watch him talk and move around their house no matter what he did, and even more to know he was finally getting rid of all the stress of his very unfateful day. He watched as he took off his wet clothes and office uniform with a slight eyebrow wiggle - that Roy noted and replied to with the same wiggle and a laugh before making his way to their bedroom, with their new double bed, and where the old two, single mattresses were laying in a corner, an old memory from the (recent) times they had spent huddling up on a single bed to spend the nights together. Now they had one fit for a couple, one fit for lovers, and for cuddles… and more.

Still, as he was changing into his pajama, he smelled something divine coming from the kitchen, and nothing akin to take out.

Drawers were clanking, cutlery was ringing, and he was sure at some point he’d heard Maes curse at something indefinite as he put down plates on the living room’s table: he was planning something, of that he was sure, but as curious as he was he didn’t want to spoil the surprise yet, and he took his time to dry his hair and style it again, fixing it in the mirror until he deemed it flawless again - he knew how much Maes loved his hair, though, and how short it would have lasted so combed.

At some point, though, he heard a bottle popping - that is, a bottle of wine - and his curiosity and hunger got the best of him. He wanted to know what was going on, what was the smell, and what warranted Maes opening one of their bottles of wine.

When he got to the living room he was more surprised than he thought: the sofa-bed had been opened and blankets were strewn about, pillows were laying on it tidly, and the fireplace was dimly lighting the whole room… it was a romantic dinner, topped with a delightful cuddling nest.

-Mmmh, I wonder, my love, what is this?-

-It’s a surprise for my over-worked, tired, needing-to-be-spoiled boyfriend, of course. I made your favourite dinner - vodka and salmon pasta, how does it sound?-

-It sounds good, but it smells even better… how long have you been planning this?-

Maes chuckled and got closer to him, putting his hand through Roy’s hair and gently running his hand on his neck, his shoulder, and then his cheek to pull him closer and kiss him deeply: he felt his lover relax under his touch and moved to his neck without stopping, his hand now running on his back as he pulled him closer in his embrace - he unbuttoned his pajama shirt to kiss his shoulder and collar-bones, too, but stopped to rub his nose on his and laugh again.

-I haven’t planned this that much, actually, I woke up this morning and decided I wanted to spoil you on my free day… guess I was right to do so, you seem tired.-

-I was feeling much better already, you could have continued, you know.-

-And ruin dinner by eating dessert first? Don’t worry, I’ll eat you out later.-

Roy burst out laughing at that, a genuine laugh that warmed Maes’ heart and pushed him to kiss him again: still, he did have a plan for that night and it involved eating before everything else, and eating actual food. So, he took Roy’s hand and courteously led him to the sofa-bed, where he bowed to him as he laid on the comfortable blankets (and earning himself a shove) and covered him in them, fixing his pillows and kissing him again before opening their bed tray. Roy felt like a king, like he should have been, and when Maes brought him their pasta he felt elated. Good food, warmth, a fireplace and his man right there with him, hugging him and holding him, kissing him and cuddling him… he felt the horrible day he’d passed wash away like nothing.

They didn’t watch TV, but Maes put on his favourite jazz music on it as he listened to his unfortunate tale: his head resting on his shoulder, he filled his belly and his heart as he felt his hair become uncombed and messy, but he didn’t care much about that as long as he could lose himself into his sweet embrace and his heartbeat in his ear. Soon, their plates were empty and they’d forfeited the bed tray toust lay down in each other’s arms for a while.

-So, a very bad day, uh?-

-Mmmh, it was… but not now, my love, thanks to you. You really like to make my life better, don’t you.-

Roy smiled at him, but he was charmed in return by his deep, loving eyes staring at him as he did: Maes was so handsome, so caring, so warm, even the worst day seemed perfect just because he was there, even the worst moment was a gift if he could come home to that.

-I try my hardest, my handsome dear, to put a smile on your perfect face.-

-What a flatterer you are, mister - as flattering as you’re charming.-

-Oh, now you’re making me blush.-

Chuckling, they kissed and spent some moments in silence, just breathing close to one another, feeling each other’s presence by the fireplace, but then Maes broke the embrace and got up - leaving Roy behind alone, desperate and abandoned (or so Roy felt).

-No, why are you leaving, how can your heart be so cold and your soul so stern, right when I needed you the most?-

-Yeah, yeah, stay there you big baby, I have a surprise for you.-

-A surprise? Bribing me to cease my rightful speech against injustice, what a lowly tactic.-

Maes snorted audibly, and Roy couldn’t stop a laugh from escaping his lips - how he loved to be dramatic, just to annoy him a little, and how he loved the way he never stopped nodding along to all of it. He was about to start again when his nose caught a whiff of the most delightful smell in the world, and of his favourite thing ever… chocolate.

-If that’s a chocolate cake I’ll let you take me, right here, right now.-

-And what about the rightful speech?-

-I’ll continue it afterwards, now give me that cake - please and thank you.-

His mouth full of cake and his back resting on his lover’s chest, Roy was finally, finally happy. He didn’t remember his day at work, he didn’t remember his shouting and the paperwork and the fixing every mistake - he didn’t remember any of that, he didn’t feel that stress anymore, he only felt how good Maes’ arms were around his waist as he pulled him closer to kiss his shoulders and his neck as he ate his cake. He let out a loud hum, sighing through his nose and holding out his fork to Maes’ mouth to offer him a piece the man quickly took before kissing him… he tasted like love and chocolate.

-God, Maes, I love you so much. Thank you, for everything you do for me.-

-Thank you, my dear, for being here with me everyday. I love you too.-

-Ah, we’re already behaving like old men in love.-

-Aren’t we?-

-How - DARE-

Roy slapped Maes’ arm, offended, but the man just burst out laughing and then assaulted his neck to tickle it - he dropped the plate and fork and pushed him away, but it was no use, he didn’t have a chance against his tickling fingers and relentlessness, he was hopeless.

They tickle-fought for a while (Roy almost won, or so he liked to believe) before finally stopping to catch their breaths between giggles, looking at each other in the eyes - but then Roy pulled Maes closer and kissed his nose lightly, caressing his cheeks with his hands cupped around his face. He loved him, he loved him so much.

-One day, I’ll marry you, Maes Hughes.-

His lover kissed him back, moving his black hair, preciously combed hair away from his face before smiling dearly and winking.

-I can’t wait for you to, Roy Mustang, I just really can’t wait.-

The plate forgotten, the fork abandoned, all that remained was the light of the fireplace.

#fmasecretsanta2019 #fma secret santa #HyuRoy #Roy Mustang #Maes Hughes

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benvoliosantodomingo · 4 years

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@portiaphan asked for / actually friends au mentioned / @romroses

the apartment of jack hawthorne, oxfordshire, england / before

the sound of his phone vibrating against the nightstand rouses bellamy from sleep. jack makes a soft sound that might be an acknowledgement that something is happening, but might also be nothing more than an exhale of breath, and his hand tightens where it’s gently curled around the skin of bellamy’s hip, before it relaxes again. he smiles, and for a moment he is keen to ignore the instance of the intrusion--he closes his eyes again and focuses on the warmth of the contact, of the body pressed up against his spine, and for a moment he is lost to the memory of the night before.

i’ll be the first to admit that it’s cliche, jack had said, his lips and teeth stained by the wine. but i think you’re the most real and present person that i have ever met. bellamy had rolled his eyes and declared that such phrasing was cliche, and that someone with the level of education that his boyfriend possessed was capable of doing so much better--and then jack had smiled, in that way he always did. open and inviting, and yet somehow teasing--as if between his lips was the answer to every question bellamy could ever think to ask, if only he could conjure the correct phrasing. he had smiled and pressed his lips to bellamy’s jaw, followed the curve of the bone all the way to his lips. no, he had said. i think terribly real is the best way i could think to describe you. warm to the touch in a way that no one else is, at home inside of the cathedral of yourself. the sun in constant orbit, perhaps.

he feels the corner of his lips pulling up in a lazy smile, and he has a half formed idea that involves rolling over and seeing what else he can conjure out of the mouth of the poet, when the sound of the phone going off again begins to register. he huffs out an annoyed breath, and brings the screen close to his face, in an effort to assist his still heavy with sleep eyes.

three texts from marcelo, ten from roman, a missed call from odessa, one from paola and henry a piece, and two missed calls from pandora.

he drags a hand over his face and exhales slowly, before pressing a kiss between jack’s eyes and somehow managing to bring himself to his feet, and subsequently the kitchen. the sun, or at least, what passes for sun in england, is just beginning to rise as he fills the kettle with water and carefully places it on the stove, and he comes to the conclusion that it is far too early, relative to the amount of wine he consumed the night before.

he leans against the kitchen counter and presses pandora’s name on the screen. it's best to begin the process of healing whatever new wound verona has chosen to deal out with a modicum of truth--before he makes his way to whatever fantastic recollection his two best friends will inevitably share between them.

“bellamy,” she answers, and her voice is rough around the edges--tired in a way she doesn’t normally allow others to glimpse. “have you talked to anyone else, yet?”

“no,” he immediately starts to feel the familiar mixture of emotion in the pit of his stomach--something like survivor’s guilt, mixed with sadness and something that might be residual anger at the life they were all thrown into, at the city that brought them into adulthood exhausted, sharp edged in an effort to draw attention away from each tender bruise. “you were the first call i made--is everything all right?”

she is silent for a long moment, during which bellamy’s mind begins the process of coming to terms with about a dozen horrible possible scenarios. finally he hears the sound of a long exhale of breath, as if his friend is attempting to steel herself for something. for as long as he’s known her, pandora phan has been afraid of nothing--what could she possibly have to tell him that would require so much courage?

“are you sitting down?” she asks, and bellamy groans.

“just tell me--if something happened--” he huffs out a breath and worries his bottom lip between his teeth. “i’ll come home, i’ll help in any way i can--just tell me, so that we can get the hard part out of the way.”

she pauses again, before she speaks. “i wanted you to hear it from me, first. roman and i announced our engagement last night. or well--damiano, and my family, announced it to roman and i. bellamy--” there’s an emotion in her voice that he can’t quite place, that he hasn’t heard from her before--he’s not sure, he’s too busy trying to decipher the meaning of the sudden roaring in his own chest. “bellamy, you have to know that we had nothing to do with it. we can’t just say no to these things.”

i’m sorry, he wants to say. i love you dearly, but i can’t really process this information right now. for some reason, it feels like the floor, perhaps the earth itself, has suddenly given way underneath my feet. can i call you back?

i’m sorry, he wants to say. i love you dearly, but i can’t. not when it's him. you understand, right? no? i don’t really either. does it feel like the miles of distance between us has suddenly compounded in the center of your chest, as well?

i’m sorry, he wants to say, for reasons he can’t quite articulate.

instead, he chuckles, and he’s certain that the sound is the furthest thing from genuine. “panda--i’m happy for you, really. i’m glad that it's you.”

he notices then that his fingers are gripped tightly on the edge of the counter, that the tea kettle has been hissing steam and making noise for long enough to draw jack out of the bedroom, wearing a pair of bellamy’s pajama bottoms, his bleach blonde hair sticking up in odd angles that on any other morning, bellamy would gladly take the time to smooth out with a gentle hand.

“damiano is throwing a party, about a month from now.” pandora says, though bellamy has trouble processing the words--the sound of her voice suddenly seems at odds with the life that bellamy has constructed for himself here. his life that’s filled with books, the sound of rain falling gently against a pane of glass, laughter followed by the honeyed words of a poet--verona seems like it should be on an entirely different celestial body from that life, not on the other end of a red string, pulling on his wrist. “we’d both like you to be there, if you can make it. bring your english boy with you--i know everyone would love to meet him. i’d love to meet him.”

he can hear her smile on the other end--he can almost see it too. determined, all teeth, only sad around the edges if you know to look for it. “of course i’ll be there--you’re two of my best friends. i wouldn’t miss it.” he smiles in return, and hopes she can hear it in the same way, hopes maybe she’ll imagine it happier, than it is in actuality.

“it will be good to see you. take care of yourself until then, bellamy.”

“you too, panda.”

he sets his phone down on the countertop, before accepting the mug of tea that jack presses into his hands. warm, but not quite real, at this particular moment in time. “what was that about?” his boyfriend asks, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

he hesitates--taps his fingers against the mug. it's emblazoned with the logo of a play they’d seen together on the west end a week ago--it's been bellamy’s favorite, ever since. he sets it down carefully next to his phone, and shrugs one shoulder. “two of my friends from back home just got engaged. i’m thinking about flying out for the party.”

jack smiles warmly, gently rests a hand on bellamy’s shoulder, before it moves up his neck, cards through the short hair at the base. “that will be the first time you’ve been home in a while, won’t it? i can come with you, if you’d like.”

bellamy shakes his head. “i’ll be fine. i don’t plan on staying.”

the home of damiano montague, verona, italy / before

damiano montague towers over his guests, an image that is almost comically opposed to the glimmering crystal of the champagne flute in his hand. its clear to everyone invited that he is proud of his son, of the woman they’ll welcome into their family sooner rather than later, and it's clear to everyone invited that the young couple are a good match for one another--surely the montague empire will only flourish, once the uncrowned king and queen of verona ascend to their rightful thrones, once the mind of pandora phan is united in matrimony and purpose with the charm and energy of roman montague. it hardly needs to be said, and yet damiano still smiles, taps his knife against his glass, and declares that he would like to propose a toast.

bellamy takes the opportunity to wrap his jacket around odessa’s shoulders, and make a half hearted excuse about needing some air.

he steps out into the massive expanse of the montague garden, which has been strung up with an innumerable amount of fairy lights for the occasion. the night air is cool, as opposed to the oppressive heat of people pressed together inside, and the setting is almost beautiful--but he can’t un-know what’s happening inside, behind the door he now has his back to. he can’t un-know how he feels about it, either.

once, he had known the exact number of steps it took to gain enough momentum to push himself over the gate nearest to roman’s room. once, he had known the exact number of steps it took to get from the other side of that gate to the trellis that just to happened to climb just underneath his best friend’s bedroom window. it had seemed vital then, to know such things--now, as he wanders through the foliage, yet again trying to stay hidden away from view, it feels half remembered, unimportant.

why would he choose the boy who had been so desperate to be close to him that he had memorized every detail of the process, to the point of it being damn near muscle memory?

he throws back what remains of his champagne, startles at a hand on his shoulder.

pandora smiles, presses a kiss to his cheek. she’s holding both of her shoes, and wearing a black zip up hoodie over her dress. “i--wasn’t feeling well.” he tries to say, in way of explanation. “didn’t realize how much time had passed.”

“it’s all right.” she says, in a tone of voice that is kinder than it has any right to be, all things considered. “i can’t imagine how overwhelming it must be, to suddenly be back in the belly of the beast.” she leans her head on his shoulder. “i’m glad you came, bellamy.”

he exhales, a shaky release of breath that suddenly feels trapped and hard to draw. “of course--it’s not every day that two of your best friends get engaged, after all. what kind of person would i be if i missed this?”

she shakes her head, wraps her arms around his middle. “one with self preservation instincts, bell.” he hugs her in return, presses a kiss to the top of her head. her voice is quiet, meant for only bellamy to hear, in comparison to her usual concise and cutting manner of speaking. “i’m so sorry. i see how you look at him. i know how he talks about you. if he had a choice--”

her voice trails off, and bellamy bites down hard on his bottom lip, until he can taste copper on his tongue.

“i should be the one apologizing to you.” he murmurs, after an indeterminate amount of time has passed. maybe an eternity, maybe only a few minutes. “i wish i could stop--but i think--” he chuckles, though it’s a hoarse sound, like sandpaper rubbing against brick. “i think i’ve felt this way longer than i’ve known that i have.”

he inhales and exhales slowly, rubs a hand gently over her shoulder. “i’m going back to england tomorrow, you won’t have to worry about me.”

she pulls away, in an effort to meet his gaze properly. “don’t be an idiot, bellamy santo-domingo.” she shoves at him playfully, before she rests both of her hands on his chest. “i am always going to worry about you. but you should know, that until--i don’t know, whatever happens--i won’t hurt him.”

she hugs him again, and he rests his chin on top of her head. “just--don’t stay away too long, okay? he misses you more than you know.”

she laughs, and lets out a long and dramatic exhale of breath. “if we don’t get back in there, people are going to get suspicious of the wrong thing.”

her offers her his arm, and together, they head back in the direction of the house.

#i am inimitable ; i am an original / drabbles #if you don't have blood on your hands by the end of this ; you weren't listening / pandora phan #technically still on hiatus but I couldn't sleep so I decided to knock out some drabbles #this got SO LONG how did that EVEN HAPPEN

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humaudrey · 5 years

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TheThings is back on their bullshit

(WARNING: LONG RANT AHEAD!!!!)

Anyone know how to delete a YouTube video from someone else's channel (or just their entire channel all together) because...

This

Is SO

I don't even have the words!!!!

Once again, your girl watches one of their videos (several times unfortunately to really analyze this ish) so y'all don't have to and let me tell you, this one is 1,000,000x more infuriating than the one when they belittled Uma to lift Mal and make her better in comparison (link to my post on that here).

I've been recommended this video so many times since the trailers for D3 dropped and when I saw the title, I KNEW I was gonna hate it and low and behold, I DID!

So let's go over their "5 Signs on why Audrey is the real threat", shall we?

#1. Audrey's Outburst

So, their first piece of evidence as to why Audrey's the unfathomable dark force (their exact words) is because of the fact that Audrey yelled no as Ben proposed to Mal, "ruining their beautiful moment". They then explain that it would be "natural for Audrey to be jealous since she is Ben's ex-girlfriend", being perfect okay with the ugly "black, bitter, ex-girlfriend" trope that many have loved to stick onto her in their fanfics (I see y'all 👀), and then compares that moment to when Ben asked Mal to be his date for coronation in D1, stating that she didn't react so strongly before, so why now? EXCUSE ME?! Our girl left the Tourney Field crying that her BOYFRIEND had serenaded another girl with a love song, and not a single person ran after her. She had every reason to be upset then, too. Who's to even say why Audrey's saying no? It could be a terrible misdirect on the trailer's part. The theory that Audrey's possessed is swirling around everywhere, maybe it had already begun to take effect, which is why she's "acting so strangely". D3 hasn't even been released and they're already villainizing her. Figures.

They also use the typical argument that Audrey's into titles and she wants what Mal has, and that she didn't want Chad because he was merely a prince.

She doesn't want Chad because CHAD CHARMING IS A MANIPULATIVE TOOL! Ask Evie! Chad only thinks that being king would get Audrey's attention. You wanna talk about jealousy? Titles? If ant character is jealous of anyone's titles, it's Chad freaking Charming, not Audrey.

#2. The Crown

An obvious piece of evidence is the fact that "Audrey" steals the Queen's crown and Maleficent's scepter from the museum. Whatever, right? They assume that Audrey's faking her slumber when the sleeping spell hits, giving her an alibi. They then have the FREAKING AUDACITY to say that AUDREY, a non magical princess, who has been so anti-magic since D1 (with a grandmother who she loves dearly, that's triggered by the mention of said spells and curses), was the cause of the curse. Their evidence? Well, her family's VERY familiar with it, so it makes sense, right?

NO!!!!

Audrey has NO magic whatsoever!!! Did they forget that? The only reason her family is "so familiar" with the sleeping spell is because THEY ARE VICTIMS OF SAID SLEEPING SPELL!!!! And it's not like she could cast it, because, again, AUDREY HAS NO MAGIC!! If anyone is familiar with a sleeping spell, it's Mal. After all, she almost put Evie under just so she could grab her mother's specter from her.

How dare you take an Innocent family's trauma and turn it around to make them the bad guys?

#3. The Scepter

They continue to say that "Audrey" is to blame for the sleeping spell, rather than Celia, Hades, or Uma because "Audrey" has the specter. And immediately, they suggest that maybe Audrey's not working only. You wanna bet who they hinted Audrey was cooperating with?

If you guessed Uma, you'd be correct. All because Uma's seen laughing in her teaser. WHAT?! So, not only do you attempt to take Audrey's entire character and drag it through the mud, you take ANOTHER black girl's name that you've already tried to ruin and tarnish and say they're working together because they're BITTER?

If they're BITTER, it's ONLY BECAUSE YOUR WHITE, PLAIN, BARNEY COLORED DRAGON FAIRY PRIVILEGED PRINCESS PROSPECT FAVE had treated them HORRIBLY.

They end their third sign with the line "We knew Audrey was a mean girl, but we didn't think she'd stoop so low".

The meanest thing Audrey has ever done INTENTIONALLY, was 1.) Tell Evie that she and her family don't have a royal status in Auradon (to which, she is technically correct) and 2.) Tell Mal that she and Ben wouldn't last because she's "the bad girl infatuation".

Jane should be branded the mean girl because she turns on the one girl that helped her with her rise to popularity (which, granted, was for malicious INTENTIONS and caused EVEN MORE self esteem issues by degrading her).

MAL should be branded the mean girl, if anyone! She's:

Dumped rotten shrimp on her former best friend because she laughed at her

Forced a guy to throw a party since his mother was away, knowing that his abusive mother wouldn't be okay with it

Then locked a girl in a closet full of BEAR TRAPS at said party all because she wasn't invited to her birthday party when they were SIX YEARS OLD

Dumped lye on another former best friend's hair because she DIDN'T WANT TO BE COMPARED TO HER

Told another girl that all she had going for her was her personality, so she needed the wand to make herself pretty

ROOFIED HER SOON TO BE BOYFRIEND INTO DATING HER IN THE FIRST PLACE JUST TO GET A FRONT ROW SEAT AT HIS CORONATION SO SHE COULD STEAL THE WAND

AND TAKES SAID WAND FROM THE GIRL SHE EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATED EARLIER AND POINTS IT DIRECTLY AT AUDREY ALL BECAUSE SHE KNEW THAT MAL WASN'T GOOD FROM THE JUMP

Let's see a video ranking Mal's top five worst moments, huh? There's plenty of those to use for a freaking video.

#4. It's All About Mal (sounds like D3)

They start this point off with: "Audrey has beef with Mal".

AS SHE SHOULD!

They use the fact that Mal stole her boyfriend and her title and their families history with one another, so Audrey has this motivation to ACT OUT AGAINST HER ENTIRE COUNTRY? Not buying it! I won't buy it, especially since both parties seemed to have made amends at the end of D1 when Mal silently curtsies as a lame form of an apology that Audrey gracefully accepts anyway like the future Queen of Auroria would. Audrey's even seen bowing willingly at the end of Set It Off, and is even cheering and dancing with her friends as Mal and Ben share their moment under the fireworks, so clearly, Audrey's not broken up about it in the slightest.

They propose a theory that Audrey's absence in D2 is because she's planning her revenge in Sherwood Forest, and that she doesn't have car troubles because "Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather should be more than capable of handling it, so she's only calling Chad to help her plot her scheme.

Whatever they're smoking, I want it.

Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather can't help Audrey with her car troubles because of the MAGIC BAN!! They needed Chad to help with her car.

And I HIGHLY DOUBT that Disney would plan something so carefully since the entire series is branded with plot holes and inconsistencies anyway, so... 🐸☕

#5. Face Off Time

Their final point states that Mal has to face off against the enemy and they use the first teaser of dragon-Mal blowing fire at "Audrey" on top of the castle, and the card at the end that says "betrayal", that Audrey has betrayed all of Auradon. And since Mal only turns into a dragon against SERIOUS ENEMIES LIKE UMA IN D2, Audrey has to be a REAL THREAT.

Thank God they're probably not making a D4, because if they continue this trend of WOC wronged by Mal as the villain, I'd be scared for Evie...

So, in their words, Audrey and Uma, two of the few black girls in the entire franchise who have every God given right not to like/trust Mal, are Mal's MOST SERIOUS rivals, as if Hades doesn't at ALL pose a threat to Auradon. No, Audrey is So mUcH MOre THreATEninG thAN ThE GOD OF THE UNDERWORLD, SO SHE MUST BE STOPPED!!!

I see you, TheThings, and if I didn't despise your channel before, I hate it that much more now after enduring 5 minutes of hell with you guys.

AND, TO TOP IT ALL OFF THEY CLEARLY SHOW THEIR BIAS OF MAL OVER AUDREY!!

Like, just say you're racist and GO! Audrey's clearly influenced by some magical being, whether it be Hades (WHO WE SEE DOING SOME KIND OF MAGICAL RITUAL WITH HER AND HIS EMBER IN A TRAILER, BUT I GUESS THEY CHOSE TO IGNORE IT FOR SOME REASON 🐸☕), Dr. Facilier, Celia, or maybe even Maleficent. Your reasons for making Audrey the villain are pathetic, and I wish I could block a YouTube Channel so I would NEVER see another video from your channel ever again.

I'm so sick of how "mean" brown girls are treated in media AND fandoms. Why does Audrey get all of his libel while Mal gets away with EVERYTHING? Why are the Cheryl Blossoms, the Quinn Fabrays, the Kitty Wildes, and every other mean girl that Emma Roberts has ever played are so praised and are instant fan favorites while the Josie McCoys, the Santana Lopezes, and the Brees are seen as the bullies when, at the end of the day, they're both different sides of the same damn coin?

And if you don't see a problem with this, then, newsflash, you are the problem!

So, I end my rant with this:

And a short tag list containing: @amityravenclawelf and @coco-rena because I know these two are looking forward to this!

Have a wonderful day everyone!

And I apologize for the typos but I was HEATED!!

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rivetgoth · 4 years

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OC #5 - Giorgio Marcello

Okay! Here’s another OC profile. Admittedly I’ve been dreading this one because to be honest Giorgio is probably my worst/one of my worst OCs morally and I gained like a dozen followers this week LOL, but I guess this is the chance for y’all to really see how stupid some of these characters are. *thinking* Anyway, he’s much more of a villain character, and he’s probably the only character of mine where I really felt the need to throw a big “I don’t condone his actions” stamp on him, because while I obviously don’t write any of my characters to be morally commendable I think Giorgio is good at being especially deplorable. He’s very fun though. I think absolutely irredeemably bad characters who are still stylish and obnoxious are really fun to work with ;D

Giorgio is the older half brother of Giovanni and Vittoria. He’s in his early forties and… bi. While Giovanni and Vittoria are the product of their father’s second marriage, Giorgio is a product of the first. He has an elder full blood brother, Antonio, and a twin brother, Matteo. All three of them were really spoiled as kids, their parents Vittorio and Maria loved them dearly and even after Maria died Vittorio remained very fond of them. However, because it was only fair, Antonio was destined to inherit the majority of the Marcello Candy Company as the oldest child, but Giorgio and Matteo were still loved and extremely spoiled and encouraged to become powerful, high-ranking members of the Fresno Megalopolis. So Giorgio grew up in a strange spot, where he was not necessarily his father’s favorite, but he was still spoiled and loved dearly, but he always felt that hint of inferiority and desperation to prove himself and get on top. As adults, Matteo would end up becoming a high ranking officer and eventual a captain of the Street Patrol, the Fresno police force, and Giorgio would go to medical school to become a successful celebrity plastic surgeon at Himmel Medicine.

Giorgio is interested in glamour and beauty and pushing the limits of the human body to achieve perfection. He doesn’t really care if anybody lives or dies as long as it moves forward his research. He frequently undergoes surgeries of his own, sometimes even operating on himself directly for fun, constantly changing his look entirely. He looks like the product of countless, extensive plastic surgeries, and he’s always adding to the changes and modifying his looks in new and exciting ways. On a physical level alone he’s very inspired by people like Pete Burns. In the public eye he’s very charming. Many people adore him, considering him a pioneer of the medical world and a crucial figure of Fresno, although many people (including his younger half sister, Sofia, an avid activist against the treatment of her family to the rest of the city) are also very vocally against his inhumane experiments and lack of consideration for any life but his own… But with the power he has between both Himmel Medicine and the Marcello Candy Company backing him up, he tends to manage to get away with almost anything.

Matteo and Giorgio are extremely close... maybe too close, if you know what I mean, but nothing has necessarily been proven to the public about the extent of their relationship. Either way, through his connections at Himmel, Giorgio has been able to actively “partner” with the Street Patrol and specifically his brother many times. In fact, Giorgio was a huge advocate for Himmel buying out the Street Patrol force and the prison complex, so that Himmel would be able to arrest criminals and drag them straight to the operating room. And, if crime rates have been low and Giorgio is restless, bored, or feeling inspired, he can convince Matteo to go out and find someone who won’t be missed and arrest them for whatever he can possibly charge them on, no matter how much of a stretch it is, giving Giorgio a new plaything.

He’s pioneered a number of experimental surgeries, and what he finds the most fascinating is experimenting with living creatures on a genetic level, tampering with their DNA and genetic structure and modifying their very cells. One of his first “successful” projects was creating a genetically enhanced super-K9 for the Street Patrol, as a gift to his brother. Although it took the “sacrifice” of countless litters of puppies, he eventually was able to bioengineer a german shepherd beast at least triple the size of a regular shepherd and significantly more vicious. A typical Street Patrol K-9 can’t be near anything except the Patrol officer assigned to it, or it’ll do everything in its power to maul it to death. These are terrible and aggressive animals that should never have been born. They tend to look kind of awful and rotting, because the experiment still wasn’t completely perfect upon releasing the first batch, and the dogs’ flesh couldn’t fully grow and stretch around the size of the enhanced canines, making it look like it’s covered in exposed muscle and horribly stretched skin. It’s a really terrible animal that’s killed plenty of poor people, and, since animals are easier to get ahold of for testing than people, Giorgio continues to work with dogs, trying to perfect his K-9 creation, further the designer pet market, as well as using them as early test subjects for eventual human experiments as well.

Once Giorgio had moved up from dogs he began experimenting with splicing and modifying genetics in humans. One of his early experiments for such a thing was the Icarus Project, which involved sewing non-human, artificial body parts to humans as a form of extreme cosmetic surgery. Angel Steel was the primary subject of Giorgio’s major experiment within the Icarus Project, which involved grafting huge, artificial angel wings into Angel’s muscles and flesh and nervous system. Thenceforth, as Angel was trapped within Himmel’s control, Giorgio and Angel had an extensive relationship together. Giorgio was endlessly amused by Angel and saw him as something of a muse. He saw him as a living doll and would endlessly experiment with him and toy with him, careful for one of the first times in his life not to kill his subject. Giorgio frequently bribed and drugged Angel with the heavily addictive candies he received in bulk from his father’s company. For Giorgio, this was perhaps the closest he had ever come to feeling like he truly “loved” someone. He awkwardly would attempt to keep Angel chained to him emotionally in whatever way possible, such as genetically engineering puppies and insisting that he and Angel were to raise them together. He never really cared at all about Angel’s actual well being though, and what he didn’t realize was that over the course of this relationship Angel was successfully gathering bits and pieces of information that would eventually lead to his escape. A heartbroken Giorgio would put a bounty on his head and label him a dangerous terrorist to the public, stating that he would reward whoever brought him Angel’s body, alive or dead, with a hefty reward.

...Which brings me to another one of Giorgio’s experiments, Leatherette, who is one of the bounty hunters that Giorgio sends out after Angel. Leatherette is going to get his own post as well (I might do him next, actually), but to keep things short, he was once a member of the Street Patrol and a close friend to Matteo, and after attempting to defect, was arrested and brought directly by Matteo to Giorgio, telling him to do whatever he wished to him. Giorgio used Leatherette as a guinea pig for the next step of the Icarus Project, moving beyond grafting external things to the body and now beginning to tamper with humans on a genetic level, specifically by attempting to insert animal DNA into a living being. Afraid that adding too much would kill his subject, he spliced only a small amount of bull DNA with Leatherette’s preexisting DNA, creating a sort of minotaur bull-man monster out of him, and partnering with Himmel’s neurology department to brainwash him into a sort of soldier for Himmel… More on all of that later.

Giorgio’s experiments moved forward from there to creating 200%ers, people spliced with an entire living creature - Think of The Fly. When Brundle and the fly go through the machine together, they come out a single thing. 100% human and 100% fly. This, with some more control, is what Giorgio expands his operations to. Thus, the living being to come out the other end would be 200% alive. One of the first people to undergo this operation is Cosmo Halloway, Vittoria’s boyfriend. I’m going to talk about him soon too, but basically, he splices himself with a snake and becomes half snake.

Currently, one of Giorgio’s main concerns is that he cannot genetically modify unborn humans without killing the fetus. He can modify dogs but genetically modified human fetuses are consistently stillborn. This is a problem alongside his other main focus, which is removing the sterility that happens whenever a 200%er is created, since, similar to the way a donkey and a horse mating results in sterile offspring, a human splicing their DNA with another creature leaves them sterile. It’s a work in progress, and he doesn’t really care how many people have to die and how many infants are born stillborn to get his desired results.

Giorgio finds something very erotic in the surgery process and the intimacy of the “penetration” once someone is cut open. He sleeps with patients often, entirely regardless of gender, and even outside of the operating room he enjoys things like knifeplay. He doesn’t really see other people as people at all, but as “canvasses” for his art, which are his experiments. He doesn’t really have any moral decency whatsoever and is happy to exert his power to get his way in any scenario. He’s a very vocal advocate for far right late capitalism where the local megacorps that run the world - Himmel, in particular, of course - get a limitless amount of power. He’s entirely depraved and debauched. And the thing is, because he’s so successful, he’s just allowed to keep doing what he does. No one has stopped him yet, and he’s still a hugely prolific figure in Fresno. He’s good at putting on a smile when he’s in the public eye and insisting that what he does is for the common good. He has a lot in common with Giovanni in the sense that he’s very flamboyant and adores glamour, but unlike GIovanni, who lives with quite a bit of guilt and self-hate to the point that he finds it in himself to self-reflect at times and regret his actions or be aware of other people’s existence, Giorgio never has those moments… except, perhaps briefly, when Angel Steel ran away. But by then it was far too late (to fix what he had done or learn from it).

Giovanni and Vittoria want nothing to do with Giorgio. Although he didn’t outright beat Giovanni as Antonio did, he was always full of snide remarks and cruel comments towards both Giovanni and Vittoria. Vittoria eventually ends up forced to interact with him a bit, as her boyfriend is so entangled in Giorgio’s experiments now, but they’re not on remotely good terms. Giorgio is especially close to Matteo, of course, and also frequently enjoys the company of Antonio, although even Antonio finds him easy to get annoyed by. He’s really a terrible person.

#daily OC talk

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bunnimew · 4 years

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Sass, Cynicism, and YA Romance

For RotG Secret Santa 2019 and the always awesome @piratekingpitchblack !

Rating: G Ships: Gen / Pitch Black & Seraphina Pitchiner Notes: Waahhhhhh This is so far outside of my usual style of fic that I am certainly nervous to release it into the world, but I was really determined to *try* despite the challenge it presented. I wrote half a book in the notes on AO3 here, but I don’t wanna make this post too long so~ Summary:

It's been a long time since Seraphina Pitchiner has had anyone she could call a father. She's rather ready to have one again.

But that doesn't matter if he's not ready to be one.

It was darker than the other boxes. A tarnished brass when everything else was a shining, polished yellow. Seraphina pressed her fingers to the cloisonne patterns along the top of the box and felt their delicate edges. Awfully big box for just one tooth, but Sera would never dare to tell Tooth how to do her job. It seemed to be a one size fits all kind of situation.

“Thank you for letting me see,” she said, finally letting go of it. She pressed the box into Tooth’s waiting, gentle hand and made herself step back. Tooth’s understanding, patient smile was too much. It hurt. It all hurt, and Sera needed to get away.

“Of course,” and all of the excitement and pleasure that had been in Tooth’s voice before was tamed, calmed into a soothing, lullaby-like tone. She knew Sera was tense, and she was tip-toeing, and Sera hated it.

She wasn’t going to break. She wasn’t overwhelmed. And if she was, she could deal with it. She had dealt with everything else so far, she could deal with this.

She just… needed to do that somewhere else.

“I need to-” Sera began, then stopped, “I’m sure you’re-” Why did everything sound so cliche? She wasn’t trying to make an excuse, but that’s how it all came out. She forced a smile. “I’ll see you later.”

Tooth’s smile regained some of its shine, and Sera was glad to see it. “Anytime, Love. The palace is always open to you.”

Sera would like to say something else, exit a little more smoothly, but…

Her thoughts were a jumble, and she didn’t have the energy to think on it any more. She bowed, turned, and was gone.

“Why have you come here?”

The voice echoed endlessly against the hard rock walls. It perfectly camouflaged wherever the voice may have come from. Which was fine, because Sera was in tune with the Earth and didn’t need to rely on her ears to figure out where bodies disturbing the ground and the air happened to be. Let him hide, if it made him feel more at ease. She wasn’t here to scare him. This time.

“To talk,” she answered curtly. She didn’t owe him manners or pleasantries.

He certainly hadn’t made it a habit of offering those to her.

Laughter, mean and hollow, echoed this time. She wasn’t amused, and neither was he. “Then talk,” he said simply, “You’ll forgive me if I don’t quite believe you. It’s been a long time since you’ve been so civil with me.”

She wouldn’t admit it aloud, but to herself, that was fair. He had not exactly given her reason to be civil, though.

“Do you remember when I was last civil to you?”

Even for a cave covered in darkness, it was quiet. The silence was unnatural, eerie by design. Sera could feel it through the rock; nothing was moving down here. Pitch was barely breathing.

She thought he might be thinking about it. Actually trying to remember. His mind was… not what it used to be, but no one else knew just how gone it was. That was a secret Pitch kept to himself.

Mostly.

“Almost.”

The answer was a whisper on stagnant wind. It didn’t echo. The word reached her and faded into nothingness. And yet it said so much.

Almost meant the memories weren’t gone. Almost meant there was some chance of almost becoming yes. Almost was not a no.

Without letting any warmth into her voice, Sera asked the void around her, “Would you like me to remind you?”

The smallest bit of an echo was back, “Could you?”

She could. She remembered it very well. She had thought about it a lot while she was out there in space with nothing else to really do. It wasn’t a remarkable story. Right boring, actually. On second thought, that wasn’t the story she wanted to tell. It was meaningless, in the grand scheme, and she had so many better memories to pick from.

Like the one she knew for a fact was hidden in Pitch’s mind somewhere, present enough to have been selected and pressed for safekeeping into the one lone tooth he had lost during the whole of Toothiana’s reign.

Did he remember it more than as a distorted reflection? Did he, just maybe, actually remember it?

There was no better way to find out than to ask. It was harder now to keep the warmth out, but she held her voice firm. “Do you remember that afternoon in the Gliese system?”

The shadows shifted, for the first time since she arrived. It was normally an ill omen, but right now it felt like hope.

She pushed.

“Do you remember my books?”

“Perhaps,” said a shadow to her left, but then it wasn’t a shadow. The darkness solidified into a man, and eyes and teeth glowed, hanging suspended in the black all around.

That was a frustrating answer. Sera was not here to play games. She narrowed her eyes in warning and let some ice slip into her words, “Do you or do you not? It is a yes or no question, Pitch.”

His lip curled at the edge, clearly displeased. However, he didn’t melt back into the shadows, or return to his annoying echo-voice, so he must not be that displeased. In fact, it meant this conversation must be more important to him than he wanted to let on.

“I think I do,” Pitch bit out irritably, “Does that answer satisfy?”

“It does,” she said, with a nod to recognize his cooperation, however reluctant it was. Best not to be as rude as she could be. He was, apparently, trying.

It was a promising answer, too. If Pitch thought he did, then he must, at the very least, be aware enough to have imagined replacement memories, even if the true ones were lost. You didn’t almost remember something you didn’t know you ought to remember.

“Now,” she began, allowing herself a small, secret smile, “tell me if this sounds familiar.”

It was good to get her away. The military made too many demands of his time, and when he stayed home to spend time with her, even their play seemed to be regulated by strict schedules and interrupted by calls for his attention.

This far out in the Gliese system, if someone wanted his attention, it would take them a while to get it. And he was pretty good at ignoring their calls and dodging their presence until he felt like being found.

And Sera loved the game of chase. The best part of taking her out here was the utter lack of plan. They could do anything, talk about anything, do nothing if they wanted, and there was no pressure to ‘get back to what mattered’ or ‘prioritize their time’ some other way.

They were on an average moon of an average planet. Sera had wanted to explore the terrain just because she could. It wasn’t terribly interesting. There were broken rocks and small cliffs, lots of dust and odd little bugs that Sera liked to watch.

She was done now, though. They sat on the edge of a crater, letting their legs dangle over the edge. Kozmotis had half a mind to let himself slide off the side and along the rounded slope to the bottom, but only after Sera was done lecturing him about young adult romance novels.

“But she should have just let him go,” she was saying, worked up into a proper rant with her arms waving all around, “He wasn’t respecting her career choices! Who was he to say what was or wasn’t ‘like her’? I would never let a boy get away with treating me like that.”

Kozmotis dearly hoped she wouldn’t.

“If he didn’t like who I was becoming, fine. He can go find someone else to stay the same, then!”

Her face was flushed a pretty pink in her excitement. Koz didn’t actually have to say anything, he could just sit here and smile at her and she would continue on as if he had, but part of the fun of being dad was interjecting ridiculous things, so he had to.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to date statues, though.”

“Daaad!” Sera groaned, “You know what I mean.”

“You sound too experienced,” Koz stated sagely, “Do you have boyfriends I don’t know about?”

“Stop it!” She smacked his arm, and it wasn’t all that gentle. She was strong, and Koz was proud. “You know that I don’t. That’s not what I’m talking about! Stop distracting me!”

“Alright, alright, I won’t say anymore,” he promised. It was a lie. “Please, continue.”

“Thank you,” she said primly. It was very cute. “Anyway, she had more chemistry with her best friend. I hate it when writers force two characters together because they’re supposed to be together. I would have rather nobody ended up with anybody! Romance isn’t romantic if it’s stupid.”

Well, his daughter was certainly opinionated. “Oh, I know,” he said indulgently, “That’s the absolute worst.”

Sera scoffed and looked at him with a put-upon glare. “Dad, you don’t even read these books.”

“I don’t,” he agreed, “but I hear about them through you all the time.”

“It’s not the same!”

He shrugged, “It’s pretty close.”

“It’s not close at all!”

“You’re right,” he grinned, “Guess that means we should get closer, right?” And with a speed and strength born of military training, Kozmotis scooped up his daughter into his lap and attacked both of her sides with nimble fingers.

She shrieked in protest, absolutely shrieked. She could be so loud when she wanted, and Koz winced, but didn’t stop his attack. Not even when she elbowed him in the chest, nor when she kicked his shin with her heel. He only stopped when she finally told him to, gasping the word out between hurried breaths, “Stop, stopstopstop!”

Koz knew the smile on his face had to look horribly soft, endlessly patient, and likely exasperatingly innocent. Sera would appreciate none of it. He wrapped his arms tight around her waist and held on while she caught her breath. When her heartbeat had slowed from a sprint to a trot, he asked, “Close enough?”

“By the moon, Dad!” she exclaimed, hitting both of his thighs with unamused little fists, “You’re not funny!”

Kozmotis thought he was pretty funny.

Taking the opportunity where it lie, he shoved off from the edge and kept her safely tucked to his chest as they slid the fifteen or so feet down the edge of the crater and into the dust.

Sera yelped and clung to his arms, smartly pulling her knees up so her feet didn’t drag on the ground. She looked a little panicked, but her grin was huge, and that was the kind of look Kozmotis lived for. Even when they slowed to a stop, Koz didn’t let her go, continuing to hug her close to his chest like the precious bundle she was.

She twisted around to face him, but didn’t try to get away, “Dad, that was dangerous! I wasn’t ready!”

Kozmotis let go only enough to tuck her hair behind her ear. She was still so small, but he could see the woman she would one day be already. Fierce, and wild, but careful and so kind. He couldn’t wait, but he also knew he would forever miss her just like this. “The best things happen when you aren’t ready.”

She laughed and shook her head, looking at him like he was crazy. She was right. “Also the worst.”

Kozmotis leaned back as if he were offended, “Who taught you to be so cynical?”

“Uh, you?” The absolute sass in that tone.

“Never me!”

“And my books.”

Koz shook his head, “We need to get you new reading material.”

Sera snorted and wiggled away from him to stand, then turned around to offer her hands to help him up, which was so cute Koz thought his heart might burst. “There’s nothing wrong with my books,” she was saying, “Besides, how else am I supposed to learn about dating? You just keep telling me not to!”

Koz stood to his full height, brushed his trousers free of dust, lifted his nose into the air and said, “No one will ever be good enough for my little girl.”

Sera rolled her eyes so hard he worried for their safety, “Yeah, exactly.”

“You have years before you have to worry about that,” he insisted. He placed a hand gently around the back of her head, because he just didn’t want to let her go yet.

“No I don’t,” she said right back, and leaned into his side because she was a wonderful daughter like that, “I’m old enough to have crushes. I could have a boyfriend if I wanted! I just… don’t, yet.”

She was growing up too fast. Koz took it back. He could wait for her to grow up. He could wait forever. “Well, be sure to tell me as soon as you do so I can make sure to be extra scary.”

The unimpressed look she gave him was comical in how convincing it was. “Why would I want that, Dad?”

Koz patted her head softly, “Not everything is about what you want.”

She put a hand on her hip and Koz had to wonder just where all of this attitude had come from. “My dating is pretty much only about what I want.”

Koz tried not to laugh too much but feared that he was failing. She looked like an adult crammed into a tiny tween body and he couldn’t help but to lift her up into his arms. “Of course. Absolutely. How could I be so silly?”

She sighed, but deigned to wrap her thin arms around his neck anyway, “You’re always silly.”

“Am I?” he asked. He turned around and began the trek back to the crater wall. He was tall enough that scaling it wouldn’t be too hard. Even with his daughter attached to his chest. “It’s only because I love you so much. You know that, right?”

Sera looked to be fighting her smile, as if letting him see it would encourage his bad behavior, but she was very bad at hiding her happiness and eventually just let it shine. “I know, Dad. I love you, too.”

She was already so beautiful.

His voice was a quiet whisper, scattered by a breathy wind and almost inaudible, definitely not meant to be heard. But she heard it.

“So it was real…”

She let him consider that for several more seconds of silence, respecting his need to process the knowledge and the feelings that came with it. But she couldn’t let them be silent forever. She was a busy spirit, and she was ready to have her father back, if he was at all capable of being back.

“It was,” she said, “and I have a million more memories just like it.”

Pitch’s eyes snapped up to hers, sharp and glowing in the darkness. There was a horrible desire there, a longing so acute it could slice. He wanted what she was offering, maybe more than she wanted it. No, not maybe. Definitely.

He didn’t say anything, so she continued. “I know that your mind has been fractured. I am willing to fill in the gaps. Are you willing to heal?”

Pitch’s gaze turned suspicious, calculating, and… wary. He thought she might have meant to hurt him. She couldn’t fault him for it, it wasn’t like she had been particularly nice to him recently. Still, she needed him to make the decision. Sera could tell him stories all day and night, but it wouldn’t mean a thing if he wasn’t going to take any of it to heart and try to be her father again.

Because right now, she was more of a functioning adult than he was, and that was rather sad.

Pitch was fighting an internal battle. She could see that he was picking his words very carefully, that he wanted to say something but, maybe just didn’t know how. Maybe just didn’t know how to trust.

Finally, he lifted his head, eyes steeled with a strength she was almost certain he didn’t actually have. “I am not sure that I can.”

Seraphina was surprised, shocked, at the honesty. She felt a prickling at the corners of her eyes, and blinked it away. That, more than a simple yes, spoke volumes about the willingness he might be too afraid to show.

“If you can, we will find the way,” she said with a strength and confidence that could only come from her years of experience finding her path all on her own. The Guardians worked miracles every day, and this could be one of them. “Will you try?” she asked, “For me?”

He hesitated, and she would swear that as he stood there, his gaze turned wet, although a tear never fell. His voice, when he spoke, was so soft. It reminded her of when her father used to tuck her into bed with a kiss and a wish for sweet dreams.

“For you, I would do anything.”

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The Magazine That Got Away || One-Shot

Writing Task: Magazine/News Article about your character!

Trigger Warning(s): Rape, Sexual Assualt. Nothing in detail.

Summary: Georgette comes across a very disturbing magazine article.

Georgette was in for her scheduled manicure and pedicure. The nail salon was rather busy and currently, all the nail technicians were occupied. Thankfully, one was almost done and Georgette didn’t mind waiting that bit of time. She didn’t have much planned for the day anyway.

Only after choosing her nail polish color did the blonde decide to take a seat while she waited. Idly looking around to kill some time, her eyes over the round table in front of her to see a small pile of magazines displayed in the center.

Normally, Georgette didn’t care so much about magazines. She learned to care about them less and less during the wake of her rape and all that followed. This time, however, her focus had been caught by a certain magazine. It was the People’s Magazine, a highly read magazine in the states that held the words HIS UNTOLD STORY bold and in yellow as the front page title.

Georgette leaned over and picked it up.

On the front cover as well, was a picture of her and photoshopped next to that photo was a picture of her ex-boyfriend, Ryan. Georgette immediately flipped to the next page to find the article's story.

On Tuesday, the night of November twelfth, Ryan Warren, son of multimillionaire and current New York State Senator, Mark Warren was arrested and later indicted for an accessory to the rapes of Georgette Midler and Tiffany Hardings. On the afternoon of his bail posting, when pressed with questions on the footsteps of New York City’s criminal court concerning the allegations he was charged with, his lawyer firmly responded with “no comment.”

Silence continued to ensue within the walls of the Warren estate until last evening when Mark Warren held a press conference for his son, Ryan who was present to answer questions.

When asked his thoughts against the charges pressed against him and the confirmation of ex-girlfriend media personality and socialite Georgette Midler as a witness for the persecution, Ryan Warren had this to say:

“First and foremost, I want to say that I am terribly sorry for the tragedy both Ms. Midler and Ms. Hardings had to befall under the hands of our previous head of security, Howard Tryniski. It was an act of monstrosity and one never deserved for either or any woman. My deepest condolences continue to go out to both women and all that they have suffered through. I wish only the best for them and their journey through recovery.”

Howard Tryniski was found guilty in the case of sexual assault against Tiffany Hardings, for which Georgette Midler participated as a primary witness against the defense.

“Concerning the allegations charged against me, I stand in complete shock and horror that such false accusations have been surmised about me. I have never and will never aide, encourage or wish to commit harm of any kind against Georgette. I loved her dearly once, and saught a future with her.

My deepest regret will always be my loss of her and not being able to be with her through what I must believe had to be some of her darkest hours. Again, I wish nothing but the absolute best for Georgette in both her recovery and her future endeavors. I cannot speak for her as to why she believes such repulsive things of me, but I hold hope that all this confusion will soon be cleared.”

Ryan Warren continued giving his deepest apologizes on behalf of himself and his parents to both Tiffany Hardings and Georgette Midler, for having believed his head of security, Howard Tryniski’s words of innocence and accepts full responsibility for having had such horrible judgment of character. He currently awaits his trial date.

“We are ready for you now, Georgette.”

Holly’s voice ripped Georgette away from the haze of confusion she felt herself slipping into. Holly looked at the magazine that Georgette was holding in her hand and her face went pale.

“I-I am so sorry Georgette! I told Lindsey to make sure that she trashed all copies of those magazines. She must have missed one... I-we don’t believe any of it... any of what that man said.”

Georgette simply nodded her head, dropped the magazine back on the table and got up. “I’ll come back tomorrow, Holly.” With that, she left and didn’t look back.

#the magazine that got away #oneshot #selfpara #bdrptask

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