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pretty boy

ethan landry x reader

warnings: a little bit of plot, smut obv, fingering, blowjob, “nipple play” like barely, and ethan’s a lowkey sub

notes: i watched scream 6 yesterday and i had to like this man is just so fine. also this takes place at the party so technically he isn’t ghostface just yet so we’ll leave it at that. just a normal college boy :)

if you like this lmk what other stuff you’d want to read for ethan, in need of prompts!!!

pt 1 , pt 2 , pt 3 , pt 4 , pt 5 , pt 6

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it was halloweekend and you and your friends came to a frat party. you and tara had dressed as pirates just grabbing stuff that was left around. the party was going pretty well, well until you took a long swig of a bottle of pink whitney and ran upstairs after seeing your ex hooking up with this girl that was “just a friend”, what a load of bullshit. you went into the nearest unlocked room, closing the door behind you and locking it.

“fuck me,” you muttered to yourself, “fuck me in the fucking ass.”

you turned around to go sit down on the bed and there sat ethan, well a rather red faced ethan after your remark, just looking at you. ethan was a part of your friend group, the cute dorky guy. his cardboard robot costume was littered on the floor, leaving him in his joggers and a shirt. you were surprised he wasn’t somewhere with chad getting a pep talk to finally talk to a girl.

“hey,” he greeted giving you a small wave as if you two weren’t the only people in the room.

“god were you gonna say anything sooner I didn’t know anyone was in here,” you answered as you walked over and sat in front of him while his back was against the headboard.

“oh sorry, my bad.”

“nah it’s fine, worse shit has happened to me tonight that’s for sure.”

“like what,” he inquired.

“well for starters my ex is fucking the bitch that he said he was “just friends” with during our whole relationship so,” you responded hurriedly and angrily.

“oh i’m so sorry, that’s messed up.”

“yes it is, welcome to my life pretty boy”

you hadn’t meant to say the nickname out loud but that long drink was starting to hit you and you couldn’t care less at the moment. ethan blushed at your comment, looking down unable to meet you eye.

“hey,” you told him, “look at me.”

you grabbed both sides of his face with your hands and giggled, “such a pretty boy with pretty lips.”

at this point ethan was bright red and speechless, just muttering words trying to form a sentence, “l-l-l-look i think you’re drunk.”

“i’m fine, anyways i have a question.”

“ok,” he gulped, “what’s up.”

with your answer you pulled his head closer to you own, lining your lips up right next to his ear, “do you think it’s fair that my ex gets to fuck someone tonight and i don’t?”

as you finished your sentence you could feel ethan’s breath hitch in his throat, it made you smile. you moved his head back in front of you so you were face to face once again.

“is it?,” you reiterated

ethan quickly shook his head no, unable to speak. with your hands still on his neck you moved his head closer to you once again but this time your lips were only an inch away.

“i couldn’t hear you pretty boy, i said do you think it’s fair that i don’t get fucked tonight.”

“n-no,” he answered quickly.

“great, glad to know we’re on the same page,” you said quickly as you brought his lips to yours and kissed him.

you could tell he was shocked by the suddenness of the kiss because his lips were kind of stiff but moments later they melted into the kiss. you led the kiss, poking your tongue past his lips to entangle his tongue with your own, and with this you could hear his moans. it was music to your ears. without breaking the kiss you moved to straddle his waist, as his hands fell to your own, lowering yourself on his clothed length that was hardening by the second. this pressure caused him to let out a grunt into the kiss as he bucked his hips, hitting your center. you tangled your hands with the curly hair at the nape of his neck, yanking it back towards the headboard, separating the kiss so you were looking in each other’s eyes. both of you were breathing heavily, ethan’s lips all pink and swollen from your kissing, fuck he was so hot. breathless he looked up at you while you took off your vest to reveal yourself in a white shirt that you’d spilled on earlier at the party. with no bra on your nipples were exposed through the fabric and you think ethan may have died right then and there.

he began to move his hands from your waist up the sides of your body until they rested right next to your tits. he looked at you as he slowly took one hand to grope one of them. you bit your lip at this feeling, as his hands were both rough and soft as he kneaded your tit. watching you still he swiped his thumb across your clothed nipple earning a lustful reaction. you moaned and muttered curses under your breath, with you head rolling back. he took this as encouragement to continue. he resumed with both hands massaging and kneading your tits, twisting and pinching your nipples now and then. all this made your core ache as you felt the wetness pooling between your legs, you rolled your hips against ethan’s dick chasing some sort of friction. you took your top off and laid your tits bare to him. and he took this opportunity to latch his lips to one of your nipples, nibbling and swirling his tongue around it while still playing with the other. your body jolted at this sudden rush of pleasure, you couldn’t keep quiet,

“oh fuck ethan,” you moaned as he licked you nipple.

breaking his contact with your tit you bring his face to yours once again and resume the kiss, the rhythm much faster and fervent this time. your lips molded together perfectly with the occasional moan into the kiss as ethan still played with your nipples. you reached under his shirt, looking for bare skin to touch and you felt the ridges of his abs fuck you forgot how ripped he was. you broke the kiss to pull his shirt off his head needing to see his bare chest. after it was off he leaned forward to reconnect your lips but you pushed him back,

“my turn.”

and you leaned forward placing kisses on his neck as he moaned in response. you sucked on special spots, sure to leave a mark that’d show later. it was so hot hearing him moan under your touch, he bucked his hips as you kissed under his ear in hopes of some sort of friction. as you continued to kiss all over his body your hand trailed to the waistband of his sweatpants, tracing his v-line into the article of clothing. you palmed his clothed length feeling him jolt underneath your touch,

“oh oh my god,” he breathlessly moaned unable to come up with any other words.

suddenly you felt his hand creep under your skirt and onto your own bundle of nerves, massaging the mound through your panties.

“oh ethan,” you moaned

wanting to touch more of him you reached your hand into his joggers until his own grabbed your wrist and stopped you. confused you looked up at him tilting your head slightly.

“umm,” he muttered quietly, “i-i wanna do you first.”

with his hand still on your heat he began to rub over your clothed center once again. you hummed in agreement as his fingers sent shocks through your body. you soon reconnected the kiss, wanting to feel him on your lips as he played with your pussy. you felt him drag your panties to the side, exposing your bare cunt directly to his fingers. this new feeling caused you to jolt up but you felt his other hand on your waist holding you down. he swiped his finger through your arousal and around your entrance until he dipped his middle finger into the hole, burying it deep inside you. you loudly gasped, pulling away from the kiss as you jolted up a bit.

“oh my god, did that hurt, i’m so sorry, shouldn’t have done that,” ethan rambled

he began to remove his hand from your cunt until you stopped him.

“don’t fucking move.”

you pushed yourself back down onto his finger, moaning the entire way down. he watched as you squirmed on top of his hand until he was fully inside you again.

“pretty boy please move your finger,” you teased.

ethan quickly snapped out of his daze and began to finger you slowly, curling his finger so he was pressing on the bundle of nerves that had built up over this time.

“another…” you spoke breathlessly, “another finger.”

he obliged sliding his ring finger into you, the new pressure began to spur you towards the edge but there’s something you still needed.

practically fucking yourself on his fingers you whined, “faster ethan, you need to go faster. you’re not gonna hurt me.”

and that simple ask was all it took for him to rapidly increase his pace. he immediately started to pound his fingers into you, curling them repeatedly to hit your spot.

you cried out, “fuck oh my- i’m gonna cum,” and this only spurred him on as he captured one of your tits in his mouth and violently sucked on your nipple.

and suddenly you froze, your pussy clenched around ethan’s fingers and your legs felt weak as your orgasm ripped through you. your head fell onto his chest out of exhaustion, and his fingers were still inside you through your high as you clenched violently around them. you kissed him softly, a bit tired after your insane orgasm. slowly you pulled his hand out from under you, gasping at the loss of his fingers inside of you. you placed his middle and ring finger inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around them, cleaning them of your arousal. he looked at you, mouth wrapped around his fingers and felt a twitch in his pants. he breathed heavily as you pulled yourself off of his fingers and he pulled you in for a kiss, tasting you on your own tongue. as you made out you moved your hand once again to palm his clothed dick but wasted no time reaching into his pants. you felt his bare length, veins bulging as you felt his tip was already leaking insane amounts of precum. he shuddered viciously into the kiss under your touch.

“you’re big pretty boy,” you whispered into his ear as you swiped your finger over his slit that was leaking precum.

“oh my god,” he started as you began to move your hand up and down his shaft slowly. he roughly groaned, shifting on the bed as you began to speed up. you watched him intently with his eyes screwed shut and heavy breathing. you spit down between the two of you, onto his cock so your hand would glide better on his skin. this unfamiliar feeling caused ethan to buck his hips, fucking himself into your hand.

“oh fuck i’m gonna- oh my god,” he groaned as he finished in your hand, eyes screwed shut and his dick twitching as he shot out loads of cum onto your stomach. you kept pumping him through his orgasm until he was whimpering and letting out a string of profanities under his breath.

he didn’t even know how hot he was, sitting there violently moaning as he came all over you, god you needed him. as he opened his eyes, you grabbed his face and placed a couple pecks to his lips.

“you’re cute when you cum pretty boy,” you said to him, making him turn red immediately.

you pulled him closer to you and kissed him thoroughly once again until you both heard a violent knock on the door, causing you both to jump.

“ethan are you in there, it’s chad we gotta go, her ex pissed her off and we can’t find her,” spoke the voice.

ethan looked at you and responded still out of breath, “ok yea i’ll be out in a second, just gimme a minute.”

“alright,” chad responded.

as his footsteps faded away before getting off ethan’s lap you whispered to him, “you owe me a fuck.”

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vengeful - v.e. schwab sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw : death , violence , language , mental health

‘what a fucking cliche.’

‘envy really doesn’t suit you.’

‘don’t you turn that knife on me unless you plan to use it…’

‘you should have let it go.’

‘you can’t just do that to me!’

‘you’ve been gone for hours.’

‘you never said I had to play fair.’

‘that’s a risk I’m willing to take.’

‘you look like a narc.’

‘it feels like dying.’

‘people have an idea of pain. they think they know what it is, how it feels, but that’s just an idea. it’s a very different thing when it becomes concrete.’

‘I did this. I did this to you.’

‘I am alive because of you.’

‘you think I’m playing god? fine, you play, (name). you decide, right now, who should live. us, or them?’

‘it’s a big world. you’re not the only one with talents.’

‘isn’t it silly to lie when we both know the truth?’

‘I think sometimes you make the easiest choice instead of the right one.’

‘make me the villain of that night, (name). wash you hands of any blame.’

‘a promise you can’t keep is just another lie.’

‘I don’t want you to save me. I want to save myself.’

‘I warned you when we met, I wasn’t a good person.’

‘killing me won’t bring her back either.’

‘think hard. we all have to live with our choices.’

‘the next time you point a gun at someone, make sure you’re ready to pull the trigger.’

‘we survived. that's what makes us so powerful.’

‘blood is always family, but family doesn’t always have to be blood.’

‘not all family is blood, right? sometimes we have to find a new one. sometimes we get lucky, and they find us.’

‘this isn’t a stupid game. it’s my life.’

‘are you used to getting what you want?’

‘hasn’t it occurred to you that I can protect myself?’

‘in this world, in my world, people get hurt. they die.’

‘people die in every world. I’m not going anywhere.’

‘you want to be more, (name)? prove it.’

‘they may think they’re kings but we’re the power behind the throne.’

‘i’m not a fucking coat, (name). you don’t get to check me at the door.’

‘where I go, you go. we’re in this together. step for step.’

‘did you always know that you had what it took to end a life?’

‘I thought it would be hard, but in that moment, nothing was easier.’

‘you were never one to dwell on the past. I loved that about you, the way things always just rolled off.’

‘every end is a new beginning.’

‘I underestimated you once. I don’t intend to do so again.’

‘the only difference between us is that you naively insist on preserving what I know should be destroyed.’

‘I played god once and it did not end well.’

‘oh no, it will never work between us.’

‘sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt, you just looked sad.’

‘while I admire how far you’ve come, the fact is, you’re tracking mud into my home.’

‘we can’t shape our past. only our future.’

‘don’t you ever wonder if it’s our fault?’

‘life is more than an equation. a person is more than the sum of their parts.’

‘normal is overrated.’

‘A\a magician doesn’t reveal his secrets.’

‘every power has its limits.’

‘we don’t decide who lives and who dies.’

‘now who’s letting their ideals cloud their judgement?’

‘how quickly we devolve. people become animals the moment they are caged.’

‘if you were superhuman, what would your power be?’

‘ignorance is only bliss if you want to get caught.’

‘i’m still here, still doing what I can, because I want to keep people safe.’

‘never underestimate a woman.’

‘I thought I could save him. I tried. but it didn’t work.’

‘power belongs to those who take it.’

‘sharks come swimming when you make a splash.’

‘that’s quite a talent you have there.’

‘I only hope you’re ready to do the right thing,’

‘you help me, and I’ll help you.’

‘everything’s got a limit. you should find yours.’

‘I don’t feel anything.’

‘oh, sorry, if you thought this was a girl’s-night-out kind of thing where we get drunk and bond, I’ll have to pass.’

‘why settle for one weapon when you can have an arsenal?’

‘the life I had is gone. there’s no getting it back.’

‘the life I had is gone. there’s no getting it back. i’d rather make a new one. a better one.’

‘I thought you were done with hiding.’

‘people can see an awful lot, and believe none of it.’

‘why sit around sulking when you could hurt the people who hurt you?’

‘let’s talk about revenge.’

‘there are limits. I can’t stop nature. can't change it’s course.’

‘whatever’s happened to you, however you’re hurt, you’ve done it to yourself.’

‘oh, I like to think I have a great deal of nerve.’

‘if you had a damn bit of sense you would have run.’

'knowledge may be power, but money buys both.’

‘sometimes subtlety is overrated.’

‘when people stay in the dark, it’s easier to make them disappear.’

‘I don’t want to survive, I want to thrive.’

‘what now? you gonna throw yourself a fucking party?’

‘if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you had something against me.’

‘if I wanted you dead, you would be.’

‘whatever you’ve heard, it’s probably true.’

‘is there anyone who doesn’t want to kill you?’

‘how many excuses will you find to vindicate your own stubbornness?’

‘careful is a calculated risk. and I’m very good at making those.’

‘the truth is, there will always be someone stronger than you.’

‘you do what you can. you fight, and you win, until you don’t.’

‘once upon a time, power was determined by linage—- the age of blood. then it was determined by money—- the age of gold. but I think it’s time for a new age. the age of power itself.’

‘let me guess, I’m either with you or against you?’

‘you always preferred being predator to prey.’

‘we just have to lie low until it’s over, and then—’

‘when this is over, you and I are going to have words.’

‘it appears that we are evenly matched.’

‘it always comes down to this, doesn’t it? to us.’

#rp sentence starters #rp prompts #rp memes #literature prompts #literature sentence starters #vengeful sentence starters #vengeful prompts #v.e. schwab sentence starters #v.e. schwab prompts

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Practice Makes Perfect | Chapter 3

synopsis: you and yuji have been best friends basically as long as you can remember, and you made a promise to each other to stay friends and help each other be the best versions of yourselves for your future partners. but will things change when yuji finally starts looking for a relationship?

pairing: yuji itadori (18+) x f!reader

themes/content: modern college au (characters aged up to 18+). language, fluff, smut. kissing, grinding, a hint of jealousy. 18+, MDNI

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i told y'all we're getting there >:)

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The words echo in your head as you process the situation unfolding around you. “Like we used to,” a sentence you had uttered only minutes earlier, yet this was notably very different from the way you and Yuji used to hang out when you were together over the past few years.

For starters, his lips were on your neck as you moaned softly in his ear.

Just moments prior, Yuji heard your affirmation that you would be staying the night. In your mind, you anticipated watching a movie, eating dinner together, and maybe playing some stupid video game until you fell asleep. However, Yuji has other ideas. As soon as he sees you smile at him with an arm around his shoulders, it’s like a switch flipped in his brain.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers. There is no hint of the normal jokiness in his voice.

“What, you need more practice?” you chuckle, trying to lighten the suddenly tense mood.

But Yuji doesn’t waiver, his eyes still staring into yours. He slowly glances down to your lips and back up to your eyes. “I don’t know, isn’t that what people do on dates?” continuing with a serious tone.

“Um, I-I guess, if-” you start.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he notes, now just staring at your lips.

You swallow. “W-what question?” You don’t know what’s come over you that’s gotten you so nervous you stutter.

“Can I kiss you? Or have you forgotten already, sweets?” he hums with a smirk. Again with that nickname - you feel butterflies and, suddenly, that familiar pulsing between your legs.

What the hell is going on? Why is Yuji acting like this? And why does it make you want him so badly?

You nod. “Yes, you can kiss me,” you say, nearly a whisper.

Yuji’s smirk turns into a full smile as he moves one of his hands from the bed onto your waist, keeping his eyes on your lips as he slowly moves his head towards yours. His mouth meets yours softly, just like last time. Yuji suddenly plunges his tongue against yours, surprising you compared to the gentleness of your last kiss. The act forces you to gasp as you try to fight back an involuntary moan, only opening your mouth further. He uses his hand on your waist to push you down onto your back as he rolls on top of you, his other hand moving up to the side of your ribs. The movement sends shivers down your spine. You place one hand on his, guiding it from your waist to under your shirt and beneath your bra until his rough palm covers the sides of your breast. His fingers brush over your firm nipple and you can’t hold back a moan.

Yuji pulls away from the kiss for a moment to look down at you and smile before brushing your hair to the side and moving to kiss your neck. He places gentle pecks along your jawline as he moves down to your collarbone. At the same, he moves his knee up between your legs, with only his sweat pants and your suddenly soaked panties separating you.

Shit, you hope he can’t feel how wet you are right now. All this just from a little making out?

He pulls you out of your thoughts by biting gently at the space right above your collarbone, forcing another moan out of your throat as you instinctively thrust your hips up against his leg, trying to get any friction on your throbbing cunt.

The action must have surprised Yuji because he suddenly moves his head away from your neck to look over you again, this time with a worried look on his face. “Are you okay?” he questions, genuine concern in his voice.

“Y-yeah, why? Why’d you stop?” you try to respond, your voice wavering so much it almost comes out a whine.

“You just moved and I-I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t hurting you,” he explains, his face starting to flush. “This is still kind of new to me, so I don’t really know what feels good or not…” he trails off.

You feel the strong urge to comfort him, letting him know how good he was making you feel, but all you’re able to get out is a simple “No, it didn’t hurt.” He moves his eyes back up to yours, so you continue, “It was actually really, really good, Yu.” A weak smile forms on your face as you try to pull yourself out of the intense moment you were just experiencing.

Yuji takes the praise in stride. “Really?” he beams. “What did you think of the flirting before we started, was that good? Or was it too much?”

Things suddenly start to click into place - that’s why Yuji was acting so weird before kissing you, that’s where all the confidence came from, and that’s definitely why you were so into it. He was playing a character, and you were attracted to that character, not to him, right?

“I’m going to take your silence as a ‘Yes Yuji you were perfect, don’t change a thing,’” he laughs, breaking you out of your thoughts. He rolls off to the side so he’s no longer on top of you and looks up at the ceiling. “That thing you did, guiding my hand, that was also super good, I would definitely do that again,” he thinks aloud to himself.

So this really is just practice to him. “Thanks,” you chuckle, trying not to get too in your head about it. “So, are we gonna eat or what? I was promised dinner, remember?” you try to change the subject as you slow your breathing. Yuji practically leaps off the bed at your question to grab the bag of food before tossing it onto the bed next to you, grinning incessantly the whole time.

He turns on the TV on the other side of the room to an old episode of some cartoon you used to watch together as kids and the two of you eat in silence on his bed. When the episode finishes, you both yawn in unison and move to lay down under the covers. He wraps an arm around you as you rest your head on his chest. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead before you both ease into sleep.

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You wake up to the sounds of Yuji gently snoring as sunlight illuminates the room through the closed blinds. For a moment, you relish the peace, until it’s rudely broken by a familiar buzzing. You search around for your phone until you glance at the bedside table and see it’s Yuji’s phone lighting up.

Incoming call: “Nobara - Econ 301”

You blink as you process the words on the screen and Yuji groans next to you. “What time is it?” he asks, still groggy. He glances over at his phone to check and sees the incoming call, immediately grabbing the phone off the table and answering. “Hey Nobara!” he says into the phone, his voice slightly deeper than normal but as cheery as ever. “Yep, still on for tonight, I can’t wait! See you then!” he lowers the phone and hangs up.

You feel a pit in your stomach - why was she calling him so early? Why did he have to answer? Why couldn’t she have just texted him? Why doesn’t he ever sound that happy when he talks to you?

No, you aren’t doing this. You are not getting jealous over Yuji. You have known each other for years and you’ve never run into this before. No, this is just the cold tacos from last night sitting poorly, you’re sure of it.

Yuji pokes your shoulder, pulling you out of your inner spiral. “Hey, do you wanna go get breakfast? The dining hall is doing an omelette bar today and if you say ‘pretty please’ they’ll give you enough cheese it comes out sitting in grease, it’s awesome,” he reminisces.

“Thanks, but I have to pass. Unfortunately, I have actual classes I have to attend,” you tease as you sit up and move towards the edge of the bed. “By the way, can I borrow a pair of your sweats? I don’t really feel like walking across campus in that dress from last night, it kind of feels like a lot for 9:00 in the morning.”

“Of course!” he responds, pointing toward one of the drawers in his closet. As he does so, he realizes you could have asked him last night so you could go back to your room - hell, he wouldn’t have blamed you after he spilled what was definitely an over-full cup of wine on a dress he secretly hoped you’d wear again everyday for the rest of your life because you looked so stunning in it. And yet, you stayed. Why?

This time, you were the one to pull him out of his thoughts as you walk back over to him. His heart nearly leaps out of his chest as he sees you in his oversized t-shirt and grey sweatpants, matching the ones he still had on from last night. They somehow fit you perfectly even though they hang loosely off your body. You feel his eyes scanning your body. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you joke and his eyes immediately meet yours. He lifts his fingers up to his face forming a fake camera and pretends to take a picture of you, causing both of you to laugh.

“Oh this is a good one,” he giggles, looking intently at the nonexistent picture in his empty palms.

You play along, “Well now you’ve gotta show me!” You jump forward onto the bed, practically tackling him as you both laugh at the stupid joke you’re making.

Letting your laughter die down, a sense of peace settles upon both of you. You look Yuji in the eyes and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for last night, it was really special,” you hum. “Oh, and um, good luck on your date tonight.” You try to force a smile and hope he doesn’t notice as you hop off the bed and walk towards the door. “You’re gonna do great.”

“Only thanks to the amazing practice I got last night,” he flashes you a grin, still sitting on his bed. “Text me when you get back to your dorm, okay?”

“Will do,” you say, turning the handle and walking out of his room, trying to ignore the butterflies still in your stomach.

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After heading back to your dorm and changing, you walk into what is thankfully your only class on Fridays: biology. You push through the heavy doors into the giant lecture hall and scan for an open seat, when you suddenly recognize someone you certainly didn’t expect to see.

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Chapter Thirteen: ‘One Thousand Apologies’ Bridgerton Au!Anakin

part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

a/n: this chapter is a pretty short one solely because it leads directly into the next chapter and if i where to combine them it’d 100% would of been way to long😭😭 anyways hope you huns enjoy Xx<3💋

apologizing to Anakin was one thing. it was easy especially after you’d both opened your hearts to one another, apologizing to Padme however was going to be a completely different thing. everything was going smooth thus far since Anakin’s confession that morning, but you were nervous. you knew Padme and you knew she’d forgive you but you had this overwhelming guilt. it was eating you alive as you waited for her to arrive for the day. you twist the ring on your finger becoming lost in your thoughts as you await her arrival. not even entirely sure of what you were going to say or how to start your apology.

as soon as she enters the tea room you’re on your feet. she freezes for a moment processing the fact that your actually acknowledging her existence before carefully continuing in, closing the doors behind her. there’s an awkward silence as you both stare at each other waiting for someone to make the first move. you almost wished you could just pretend as if everything was normal and although you knew if you did do that she’d go along with it, you also knew she deserved better.

she was your best friend and the distance you wedged between the two of you albeit one sided- needed to be addressed. you clear your throat and gesture to the chair beside you wordlessly asking her to take a seat, she takes the offer. silently walking over to you and sitting down, you pull another seat directly in front of her to join her. still you both remain silent for a moment as you struggle to find the words, reaching forward to take her hands into yours as she had done to you days ago when trying to offer you comfort.

“Padme…” you force yourself to keep eye contact as you start to speak, wanting to show your sincerity. “i am so sorry, what i did was wrong. i should not have ignored you the way i did, it was childish-” she cuts you off before you can finish your sentence “y/n, i am not mad at you” she looks at you with nothing but pure sympathy. “i know you aren’t mad but it doesn’t excuse my behavior” she shakes her head at you “you where hurting and reacted accordingly, yes it wasn’t the best way to go about it but i understood- i understand” she squeezes your hands reassuringly.

“please let me apologize, i know you understand but you must realize you did not have to do what you did- what you’ve done. you stick beside me even as i pushed you away, you didn’t give up on me even though i would of more than understood if you had.” she gives you a gentle smile, letting out a soft chuckle “y/n you forget our friendship is not one sided, nor is it fragile. i will always be here for you the same way i know you will be for me.” you feel your eyes begin to water and just as quickly you are pulled into her arms. “thank you for the apology i appreciate it” she adds not wanting to brush off what you where trying to do. you both indulge in the hug for a moment, staying in each others embrace before pulling away and smiling.

you both can’t help but laugh. it felt nice, therapeutic almost. “i think we may have more important matters to discuss now” she says with a smile, leaning back in her chair. “like what?” you snort, shifting in your own seat to get more comfortable. “well for starters who’s responsible for finally pulling you out of your own head, who should i be thanking for giving me my friend back?” she’s smiling as she asks, giving you a look that you could only assume meant she already knew.

to be fair it’s not like there where many options for people who’d speak out to you. “You and I both know you’ve already got an idea as to who it was” she laughs, turning her head to the side and gestures silently over to a few of the castle servants. they work quickly, moving the small table to where you both where sat. setting up a small tea party for you both, one of the servants pouring you both a cup of tea adding in milk and sugar to your likings. “of course i do but that doesn’t mean i don’t want to hear you say it” you can’t help but roll your eyes, bringing your cup of tea to your lips before taking a sip. she gives you a smug smile before mirroring your actions.

“what else did you want to discuss?” you ask curiously, she hums for a short moment as she thinks to herself. “we have to address the situation publicly…” you feel your heart sink, looking down into your tea cup to stare at the liquid in order to avoid eye contact. “you don’t have to do a announcement if that’s what your worried about- there are other ways we can go about this matter y/n” you take a deep breath, looking back up at her and placing your tea down. “i don’t have to do an announcement but if feels like i should, a murder and attempted one is not something that can just be so easily looked over”

“well there are ways you could do so indirectly” she quips perking your interest in an instant. “how so?” she places her own tea down now, sitting a bit straighter before she begins. “let’s start with the council members. forget an announcement, skip straight to punishing them and let the news come out in articles as it usually would. then simply replace them, business as usual. you’re the queen, the people already know what’s happened there so there’s no real need to address them in particular.” you nod carefully taking in her advice, tapping on the table beside you with one of your fingers as you think. “that leaves us with one thing”

“addressing your fathers murder and the attempted murder on Anakin” you nod letting out a sigh, leaning your head into your palm. “i don’t feel as if you have to address it head on. write a statement about what happened to your father and have it printed and released in the papers” you purse your lips in thought “but what about the attempt on Anakin’s life?” Padme goes silently, briefly contemplating what you could do to address it while also avoiding the spotlight. “maybe not a statement with words but a gesture, something to show you and him aren’t going anywhere nor are you scared. even though you are but they don’t need to know that.”

a gesture? what could you do to act as a gesture big enough to garner everyone’s attention whilst simultaneously showing there’s nothing to fear.

Anakin sat directly beside you, Listening carefully as you and Padme explained what you’d been discussing. you’d called him in for more than just coming up with an idea- actually you’d already figured out what you wanted to do the problem was you didn’t know how to execute it without his help.

“so you need help coming up with a gesture then?” he asks curiously running a hand through his hair as he thinks. “Yes-” “No-” you and Padme both speak at the same time, her turning to you in confusion when she hears you say no. you keep your attention on Anakin however as you speak “do you remember when we discussed the things you liked about your kingdom?” he blinks a few times processing your words as he thinks back through your conversations, the gears turning in his head. you watch as he visibly lights up once he realizes what you’re hinting at “The Races?”

“Yes!” you exclaim happily now turning to Padme to see if she was beginning to see where you were going with this. she seems more curious than anything, which to be fair you didn’t have horse races in Alderaan so it made sense it hadn’t clicked for her yet. “It’s a big event that brings together a lot of people. pretty much anyone can participate as long as they have a horse to ride” Anakin begins to explain the details behind the Tatooine tradition, happily reciting the rules and regulations.

“it’s the perfect thing that could unite the people and us, a public event for the Ton to participate in and if Anakin raced as well then it’d also serve as a way for us to show we aren’t afraid. let them know we’re with them. we could add a Ball as well, so that we can socialize and maybe give a brief statement?” you suggest the idea to the both of them, Anakin grows more excited at the mention of him being able to participate. Padme seems completely onboard as well, perking up at all the new info.

“i think this to be a wonderful idea, and in all honesty you could probably use the excitement of the whole event to sweep this under the rug. at the end of the day its up to you of course” you nod at her comment. there was a lot to think of and a lot to take care of if you wanted this to happen and for it to be successful. you couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled over all of the fear and doubts. Anakin seemed to be even more excited than you, tapping his foot against the ground ready to jump up at any moment.

“well for this to work we’d better get started now, i believe we have a letter to write.” you say with a smile as you turn to Anakin.

part 14

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this chapter was a bit short but the next chapter is going to be very long ☝️ not to mention possibly a big milestone for reader and Anakin👀 it’s either going to happen in this next chapter or the one after 💪 but anyways love you all and i hope you love reader and Padmes friendship as much as me💋💋 oh and one more thing, i hope you guys haven’t forgotten about Barclay 🌝

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satorisoup · 4 months

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★ THE AFTER PARTY

⋆ 3 - PROPOSITION

to say you were nervous would be a complete understatement. the time now reads around 2:30, and in just an hour and a half, you would be meeting with the manager of the nekodani, without any knowing of what it could be about.

you probably should be getting ready now, as it was about a 20 minute drive to the location alisa had sent you.

your teeth are brushed, your normal makeup looks as is usually does, and your hair is styled presentably so. opting for something atleast a little more than casual wear, you throw on what you think is your best bet. soon enough, you’re ready and out the door to begin your drive.

you only send your friends a quick text letting them know you’re on your way there and you’ll let them know how it goes, and you’re feeling almost overwhelmed the entire drive. “don’t fuck this up” is a sentence that’s practically on replay as it skips through your mind like a beat, all the way until you’re arriving in a parking way. “you’ve arrived” sings through your car radio as your gps declares it.

exiting your car, you make your way to the office buildings door. nerves prickle at your fingertips as your hands curl into a fist, three knocks placed on the wooden frame in front of you. a latch is clicked out of place before the door is sliding open.

a woman with long, gray hair stands before you. long legs that adorn a pencil skirt and a blouse that shouldn’t look that good on anyone, her face still youthful with plump lips and rosy cheeks. she looks like a model, and you’re soon realizing, she is. you’ve seen her face in multiple stores, plastered on their posters.

“are you y/n?” she asks you, a questioning smile on her face.

“yes, that’s me.”

her smile only grows brighter before she motions you inside. “great! please, come in and take a seat!” she says.

you’re soon seated in a chair to the opposite side of her desk as she takes her seat herself. your mind still races with questions that have yet to be answered, and when she speaks, it’s almost as if she can hear your thoughts.

“i’m sure you’re wondering why i’ve called you here, so let me start with introductions. i’m alisa haiba, and i’m the manager for the band N3KODANI. i’ve heard through a grapevine that you’re a songwriter, correct?” she questions.

“yes, singer and songwriter. my artist name is vocaliz3.”

“perfect! to cut to the chase, i do have a proposition for you. if you will hear me out, as you are the only artist i’ve found so far to be fitting.” and you’re quick to answer with an “of course.”

“As a band, we take our fans into high consideration, as they are our greatest asset to being at the top of the music industry. as of recently, we’ve noticed quite a few have started to complain about the lack of new music on our part. i had a discussion with our band members, and we came to a quick realization that with the amount of work we already have to put in, and our skills in the field of writing music, we simply can’t do it ourselves. that’s where you come in.”

“how so?” you inquire.

“your artist name had circulated around and came back to us. i’ve overviewed some of your pieces, and you do have a natural talent. seeing as how i really can’t hire anybody for this position, i took you into account considering you already have a role in the music industry. what i’m trying to get at is,” she pauses before she looks at you, “i’d like to hire you as our songwriter for N3KODANI.”

there’s a silence that envelopes the room at her statement as your eyes slightly widen and your composure is almost broken, and you fight with every ounce of professionalism you have left in your bones to ask your next question.

“i understand. what would this entail for me?”

she smiles before she’s pulling out a folder from her drawer, placing it on the desk between you two.

“i’m glad you asked, as i’m sure you know it won’t be easy. for starters, i’d need you to write songs to create a new album. i would also need you to be present for recordings in the studio to help our members in practicing your pieces. within all of this, we are planning to go on tour to perform these songs in 2 months time. osaka, kyoto, nagasaki, and lastly, shibuya here in tokyo. i would need you to attend our tour. all expenses paid, of course. along with payment for your hard work. i know this is a lot to be asking, but it is rather urgent. i would need to know within the next few days if you’re willing to take up this offer.” she finishes.

“i definitely will need some time to consider this. if i may know, what is the salary? and how often would i be needing to be present?” you ask, trying to ignore the itch in your brain to automatically agree with her.

“everything is in this folder that i’ve compiled. salary, schedules, locations, you name it. please, take it with you while you consider. i’ve also left my phone number in there, for when you have your answer.” you hum in acknowledgment as you thank her, and suddenly she gasps before she continues, “oh damn! how unprofessional of me. im extremely sorry to cut this so short, but unfortunately i do have to get going, i truly appreciate you taking your time to meet with me.” she says, standing from her office chair.

“don’t worry, no problem at all. i should be the one thanking you for the opportunity. i will make sure to get back to you as soon as i can!” you say, now walking back out of the door you came in through at the start.

“it’s really no worries. i hope to hear from you soon. have a nice day!” she responds.

you now sit in your car, bubbles of excitement and bewilderment swarm through your body as you stare at the folder that sits in the passenger seat. before you know it, you’re grabbing your phone with enthralled shaking hands to make a text.

<- PREV ⋆ MASTERLIST ⋆ NEXT ->

★ FUN FACTS

⋆ alisa is still a model, following the canon timeskip.

⋆ osamu is the least humorous of the group, but he still has his moments.

⋆ TAGLIST

if your name is in bold, i can not tag you.

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miitarashi · 7 months

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Could u do a some headcannons about Tintin laughing, like, his sense of humour, how contagious his laugh is, what he would do if we had a contagious laugh or a weird sense of humour. Just wondering coz I was watching an episode from the series and his laugh is acctually so adorable, like bro I just wanna hug him and give him literally anything he wants ❤️

AWWW THIS IS WAY TOO CUTE TO BE IGNORED I MUST DO IT WITH ALL THE CUTENESS IN THE WORLD! (sorry got a little excited here lol)

☆Tintin laugh headcanons☆

For starters.

He and Haddock have the worst sense of humor possible.

I can't take this out of my mind-

Like,he'll laugh at dad jokes or will not undestand because he'll try to seak sense into the joke.

You know when you tell a self-deprecating jokes in front of your parents and they scold you?

Yes,he'll do it.

Not exactly scold you,but will wait until you stop laughing to ask if you're ok in a worried tone.

His normal sense of humor goes for that one joke of the chicken who crossed the road to make """funny""" comments about something. That normally is funny just for him in the most of the times he does it.

But,Tintin of course laugh at silly things too,like if you trip in front of him he'll do this little cute laugh while helping and saying for you to be careful.

It's not exactly the type with loose laugh,but definitly not the difficult one either.

This when we talk about the Tintin from the series,but Tintin from the movie is a bit different (since unfortunaly in the movie we didn't see he really laughing and this hurt me 🥲)

He probably is a bit complicated to laugh, his sense of humor mostly making puns, sarcastic or ironic comments about something.

Being more funny when he do without noticing because he's a little menace in his own way. We can easily see it when he talk with sakharin for the first time (his face when he simply say "i don't have it" is the best lol)

Now,the best for the last.

His ✨Laugh✨

He have three types. Wait,hear me out-

The one he try to hide,that little laugh cleaning the throat and looking away you know?

The second and most normal is that small laugh. Quick and polite.

The thrid. This one. This one is hard to get. It's random so something funny and random had to happen.

i headcanon that take a really good while for Haddock hear Tintin (from the movie) really laughing like,really bursting out laughing.

And just like i said,it was random. Haddock was trying to help Tintin with a hint about some old mistery and he terribly pronounced an entire sentence with so much confidence to the point of making Tintin ask him to repeat it, when he did, Tintin stared at him for a few seconds, connected the dots and broke out laughing.

Bro wasn't really expecting lol.

And his laugh is good to hear,like that heart warming type of laugh that makes you smile and wanting to hear it again as much you can you know???

He do it so less often that makes him weak when he laugh like this,he hold onto someone to keep still lol.

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A/N: HERE IT IS! I loved doing this one lol. i hope that when the next movie come out WE WILL BE ABLE TO HEAR HIM LAUGHING OR I'LL COMMIT WAR CRIMES- i feel robbed 🥲. Thank you for the delicious idea unknow person,love u 😌❤️

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"I never thought I'd say this, but I need your advice."

Any BG3 character of your choice to Minsc, just for fun, haha

(Sentence starter meme)

Ahhhh this was fun. :D I'm not entirely sure this turned out my best work, but I do love Minsc muchly and it was definitely fun to bounce two characters off each other that I don't normally. ^_^

TY for the prompt!

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"I never thought I would say this. But I would welcome your advice."

Minsc looks up as a lithe, stringy shadow falls across the light from the campfire. The interruption is unexpected but not surprising; he has been deep in a conversation with Boo, and he finds quite often that those around him see fit to interrupt such conversations as if they were not happening. For a time it bothered him, but Boo has reassured him that there is no offense to be taken. Boo will always be there, after all; all others in Minsc’s life ebb and flow with the tides of victory and tragedy.

So he tucks the hamster with practiced ease into his pocket and smiles genially at the githyanki warrior standing outside his tent. “Then it you shall have! What may Minsc of Rashemen do for Lae’zel of Creche K’liir?”

Lae’zel shifts uneasily from foot to foot. Her cat’s-pupil eyes are narrowed as if in wariness, though Minsc cannot fathom why. He has fought many gith in their raids upon his homeland, but he has never - that he can recall - shown threat to Lae’zel here in Baldur’s Gate.

“What troubles you?” he asks, his tone lowering in volume slightly. “If it has a butt that may be kicked, Minsc and Boo shall remove it from your sight!”

“Chk.” The young warrior flinches defensively. “You suggest I cannot fight my own battles?”

“By no means!” Minsc smiles widely. “Minsc has seen too many githyanki blades piercing unwary bellies to believe so! But Minsc and Boo never saw a righteous battle to which we could not add a blow in service. You have only to point the way.”

“It is not battle for which I require you, berserker,” she says, staring with distinct interest at the cobblestone next to his boot.

He tips his head slowly to one side. “For what, then?” he asks agreeably.

There’s a short pause. “You are from Rashemen,” Lae’zel says quietly. “You have traveled far from the place you would call home. You have seen loss as much as you have seen victory. Yet you thrive among strangers and show no fear of failure or of mockery. You are… joyful.”

Minsc nods vigorously. “All of these things are true, yes!”

A muscle works sharply in Lae’zel’s jaw. “I would know by what secret you manage it,” she says gruffly, and drops into a sitting position opposite him in a single motion, her legs crossed. “For I am also far from home. And each day I feel farther still.”

“Ahhh… I can understand this.” Minsc’s smile fades and he nods gravely. “However far Minsc has traveled from Rashemen, Lae’zel has surely traveled farther from the rocks of wildspace.”

“Yes.”

He considers her for a moment thoughtfully. “But what tongue would dare to mock you? Minsc has seen Lae’zel fight. The ferocity of at least ten hamsters. No, twenty!”

In spite of herself, Lae’zel’s lips twitch with a flash of amusement. “This is a compliment, among the Rashemaar?”

“It is a fact only,” Minsc says gravely. “Boo confirms it.”

“Indeed.” She does not fidget, but Minsc can tell by her intense stillness that she would like to, and she still does not quite meet his eyes. “There is much in which I have failed.” She admits it flatly, like a soldier at attention reciting a patrol report. “My former goddess seeks my head. I once thought to ride a red dragon through the Astral, and instead I crawl upon Toril’s face like a broken beast.” A slight pause. “And we seek a monster even among ghaik, the creature of ultimate nightmare, my people’s greatest enemy. We hunt ghaik at the expense of all other endeavors, yet in my first hunt I shamed myself twice over in failure and capture. Meanwhile, the people of this realm cannot comprehend true githyanki majesty; they look upon me and see a brute animal, alien and vicious.”

Her lips draw in a tight line. “To fear such things is shameful. It serves no purpose. Ch’ka m’vakoth sta’leth - ‘where faith goes, fear stands aside.’ But my faith falters, and so I feel it. I know my own weakness, my own strangeness in this place. So I would know your secret, istik, that you stand among strangers, and bear the worm’s curse and the mocking of weaker folk, and laugh.”

Minsc clicks his tongue thoughtfully, and within his pocket Boo gives a loud squeak of dismay. Neither of them knows Lae'zel very well - and indeed this is probably why she speaks with such candor to him - but Boo's endless compassion is roused on the gith's behalf, and Minsc shares it. She is young; she does not yet know how to carry all the conflicting feelings within her, while Minsc is an old hand at the maelstrom.

He thinks for quite a long time in silence before he decides how to answer. Lae’zel waits in patient stillness, like a spring coiled back on itself, unsprung. Her eyes glint in the flickering firelight.

“Minsc has often been told,” Minsc says gravely after a while, “that his mind is as full of holes as the cheese within his pack. But his eyes have no holes and and his ears only two, and they see and hear much. And true it is that at times there is mocking at Minsc’s expense. But Minsc has found it is not all alike.”

He begins to tick off on his fingers. “There is the mocking that is true and right, where Minsc has failed. In these things Minsc mocks himself as well - to have fallen thrall to the worm and seen his mind made not his own. To have seen friends fall while he could not save them. These are fearful matters, and as when Boo encounters a hungry cat on a dark night, there is no shame in feeling all the fur stand up. In these things, Minsc thinks there are matters to be learned within the story of his failure, and so he sifts about for those good bits among the rotten and counts them a blessing.”

He tips his head pensively to one side. “Then there is the mocking of evil tongues. Those who taunt so as to distract Minsc’s boot from their buttocks.” His lips curl in a tight, feral smile. “These bear no thinking of at all, except for the thinking that chooses where my blade might slice them.”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and the smile fades again. “Then there is the mocking which is foolish, cruelty without cause. Those who decry Boo as no more than a common hamster, and Minsc as a mad mongrel to be kicked about. This is the sort you mean, I think.” He waits for her to nod before he goes on. “Minsc has traveled many leagues from Rashemen, and in that time he has learned much. And one thing he has learned is that not all those who speak are worthy of the hearing. So Minsc stays among those who would value him, and kicks off those who would not as he would kick dust from his boot.”

“A thing easily said and less easily done,” Lae’zel says bitterly. “In K’liir, one is not afforded such choice. The eyes of judgment are always watching, and they suffer no failure.”

“But we are not in K’liir,” Minsc says brightly. “And so Lae’zel may choose which of her failings are worthy of scorn, and need not suffer the opinions of rude strangers whose tongues would prattle foolishness. Or - if they are not strangers, she will tell Minsc, and Minsc and Boo will see to it the rudeness is well thrashed out of itself.”

She says nothing for a long moment, but he can see the wiry, tight muscle of her shoulders start to relax slowly. “Hardly spoken like a sage,” she murmurs dryly. “And yet well-spoken in its own way.”

She lets out a slow, heavy breath. “In truth it is not any current mockery that troubles me,” she adds in an undertone, “but the fear of it in the future. Of being found wanting, when all is said and done, by those whose opinions mean most. Among the githyanki, the weak are culled out, dishonored, sometimes killed. I would not…”

She trails off and makes a noise of frustration as she struggles to find the words that express what is in her mind. “My people and my goddess are behind me now, and that is a shame I carry, but there are others I would still not wish to fail.”

Minsc nods. “Your people hone themselves to a sharp point, and perhaps their cruelty is worth its cost where they travel among the stars,” he says. “But where we stand upon the ground, there is no call for such culling. If it brings you comfort, you may look upon Jaheira - for she has found Minsc wanting many a time, and has told him so in full voice, but always with friendship, and always remaining by his side.”

Lae’zel lifts her head and looks at him fully for the first time, and chews the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. This, it seems, might be a new concept to her - that her failure could be censured and forgiven in the same breath. “That is some comfort, yes,” she says, with uncharacteristic softness. “I thank you.”

“No thanks is necessary,” Minsc booms cheerfully. There’s another soft squeak from his pocket, and he nods. “Only Boo asks that should you ever travel again into the skies, that you keep your eyes widened in search of another such as he. Surely you, of all our comrades, might have heard tell of other such miniature giant space hamsters, and Boo has sought a mate for many a long year.”

Lae’zel actually laughs softly. “You may tell your hamster I have heard no such tales - but in return for your counsel I shall report any I might find, and we shall consider it an even trade.”

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*~It's Okay~*

AN: Well this took me a while. And it's because I started writing Diasomnia almost immediately and that's already half done before I even managed to finish this part XD So that should be done in the coming few days!

Word Count: 5.9K

Warnings: Talk of mental illness. Brief Creepy Neige. Swears. She/They Yuu OC.

Pairings: Alluded to Riddle/Floyd

Enjoy~!

Starter, Part 1(Pomefiore), Part 2 (Here), Part 3 (Diasomnia)

Riddle lived his life by a guideline of very strict rules. Rules he’s learned to live with since he was a child, no matter how they made his insides clench or how unfair they seemed. He learned to deal with the growing loneliness, the growing anger at and from himself, how hard it was for Trey to even talk to him some days…the nights where he could only just cry himself to sleep and wake up the next day to do it all over again.

He’s also learned to make amendments to those rules (Sure it took a mental and emotional breakdown, but he learned to compromise). Little gaps in the guidelines that he’s had to extensively think over to make them more ‘fair’ without making the rule obsolete. Cater told him with the new system, Riddle still ruled with an iron fist, but the hold wasn’t as much of a death sentence as before. And Riddle wondered just how far he had slipped into tyrannical madness to realize only then how good that made him feel.

Things were better in Heartslaybul, rules were rules of course. But, sometimes people preferred honey over sugar cubes, and that was okay. Some rules were flexible and it was okay to bend them if it kept his dorm from cracking like an egg. Riddle could learn to bend a bit more and he had.

But one thing he refused to allow was someone in the bed with him whom he didn’t invite. It wasn’t even a rule, simply a preference, but it was a very strong preference. It was enough to put Floyd Leech on his ‘shit list’ since their first year together (The EelMer still hadn’t explained why he was not only in his bed but how the hell he broke into their dorm after hours). He simply did not like waking up to some unknown person being under the sheets with him. It directly ruined the experience of waking up if he panicked the second he did it.

So ripping the sheets away from the body next to him in panic, he could only sigh and pull a face at the beastman next to him. Chenya gave him just as dirty a look, hair messier than normal and only half-dressed. Riddle glared at the cat beastmen before grabbing his pillow and slamming it on his half-awake friend, “When?”

Chenya huffed, a yawn almost slipping into a growl when he closed his mouth. He rolled over, grabbing the pillow from Riddle’s hands and snuggling into it, “Around midnight…Neige got back really late and by the Seven, I wasn’t dealing with it…”

Roommate discourse, a common reason for Chenya to abscond from Royal Sword. Riddle would allow only this once, like he’s allowed it ‘only once’ over a hundred times before.

He yawns, moving himself off the bed and gathering up his outfit for the day. Glancing back at the bed he raised an eyebrow, “Do you have your medication or do I need Trey to bring your emergency ones?”

“...Shit, knew I forgot something…”

Riddle sighed and shook his head, walking toward his ensuite, “My phone is on the bedside table, just text Trey and he’ll bring them up with some food. Are you staying all day? The campus is open to visitors after all.”

Seeing how he wasn’t going to get more sleep, Chenya yawned and stretched, starfishing onto the bed, “Ok…I’ll see you and Trey at lunch for tea and talk. I got so much to rant about…” He barely notices Riddle’s nod before he reaches for the redhead’s phone, sending a quick message to his other friend. Chenya then curled into his friend’s blankets, not falling back asleep, but simply trying to stay present in the rose and paper-scented sheets.

Chenya wasn’t ever sure if getting his signature spell so young was a blessing or a curse. Disappearing seemed fun to the other kids, and it was. He loved popping in and out of view to scare people. But when he stopped being sure if he was even there, when he wasn’t sure if he was seeing something from a place he went to when he disappeared, it got scary. The doctor told his mom that his signature spell may have jump-started his supposed to be teenage psychosis. It was a hereditary trait in his family, ‘Pinker’s were a bunch of psychos’ his dad would joke.

But, because this was sadly a common trait in his family, he got support and help the second the doctor gave the diagnosis. He’s been taking medication ever since and he’s been very lucky to keep his daffy sanity. Sure, he still had moments where he wasn’t sure of where he was or what he was even hoping to do. But familiar things helped, so he covered himself in them. Every last stupid little trinket and patch he and Trey got from coin machines. All the plain black hair clips Riddle would toss out his window when he saw him walk by and his mother wasn’t watching him. Sure it looked silly, but he was silly and that was okay.

Chenya always had fun on the Night Raven campus. The second anyone saw him, it was like a primal switch flipped and they needed to try to kill him. It was hilarious disappearing and watching them run right by him. It was even more fun watching one of the first years he had seen last year with his family. The older guy with him may as well be a copy-and-paste but enlarged. They even made the same face when they yelled at him, pointing him out as a ‘Royal Sword Punk’. The woman with brown hair yelled at them, stating she raised them better than to point and yell in public, but they had already rilled up the surrounding students. Chenya laughed and disappeared around the corner, deciding he had enough fun with the students and slipped back into Heartslaybul via the mirror.

He kept up his spell, smiling at all of the excited students showing off the newly enlarged dorm to their family or friends. He even saw a stray Royal Sword classmate being toured around, oh he wondered if they were gonna get jumped by the end of the day. That’d be hilarious. Walking back into Riddle’s room, he snickers at the uniform hanging up neatly from the canopy frame. Chenya had no issue with wearing the same clothes twice in two days, but Riddle surely did and Trey never seemed too fond of it either. The Heartslabyul uniform would also keep anyone from chasing him, didn’t want to be late for tea after all. That’d be quite rude.

He hummed under his breath, fiddling with the half-painted rose on his lapel, sending a wink at one RSA student who recognized him and stared at him bewildered. Walking to the center of the rose maze, whistling a jaunty tune, perking up to see Trey and Riddle waiting with tea and sweets, “I meow-de it!”

Riddle huffed, glaring at Chenya and slipping Trey a single Madol bill. Trey smiled toward him, “Hey, Chenya. Feeling better from this morning?”

“...What was that?”

Trey chuckles, slipping the Madol into his wallet while Riddle grumbles into his tea, “Just a little bet I made with Riddle.”

“Well, forgive me for thinking he’d be able to hold back a pun for 5 minutes…”

Chenya sits down, joining Trey in laughing at Riddle, “That was a bad bet, Queenie. I need to pun to stray alive.” He holds his cup up as Riddle gestures to pour the tea for him, “So, status repurrt lads.”

Riddle groans, making peace with the incoming puns yet to be spoken, “Everyone seems very excited with the new changes, I was even able to get Crowley to update and expand the hedgehog and flamingo enclosures. Not to mention with the construction we were able to shift around the maze for a little variety come the school year. We’ve even sectioned off a part farther in the maze to grow flowers other than roses.”

“Huh…that explains how I nearly got lost…” Chenya waved Riddle’s worried glance off, grabbing one of the ‘Eat Me’ cookies, “But you told me all that already. You and Cater have kept me very up to date on everything going on since I wasn’t allowed to visit.”

Trey hummed, “In our defense. We were afraid you would get hit during construction trying to sneak in. Also, you and Cater talk?”

“Cater talks to everyone it seems.” Riddle mumbles, looking to the side with what Chenya could only call a pout.

“True…”

Chenya lets out a groan that slides into a yowl, “Come on! I wanna spill tea, not re-mew stuff you guys told me already.”

“Penelope had her litter. We haven’t told you that yet have we?”

“That’s not- wait, really?” Chenya was instantly invested, Penelope was one of his favorite hedgehogs. She was a delightful shade of plum and knew how to roll in a perfect spiral, “Please tell me one was purple.”

“Yep.” Trey cut at the strawberry tart, making sure Riddle was given the first piece as he preferred, “And her name is Mewple.”

Chenya squeals, drumming his hands against the table in excitement, “Please! Please, I gotta see the baby girl before I go!”

“Of course, Chenya. No need to yell, Riddle already named you godfather-”

“Don’t phrase it like that!”

“Aw~. Riddles~!”

Riddle glares at the beastman, cheeks flushing in a mixture of rage and embarrassment, “It’s merely the fact Crowley has given me permission to take a number of the hedgehogs when I graduate. It only makes sense I would bring my favorites…”

“You have favorites?” Trey questions, smiling teasingly at Riddle.

“...No.”

After a brief laugh session, Chenya leaned his upper body onto the table, ignoring Riddle huffing at him ‘breaking the rules’, ”But anyway, tea. How’s your boyfriend Riddle?”

“Floyd is not my boyfriend!”

“He didn’t say his name, Riddle.”

“Shush.”

Chechnya smiles, sipping at his tea, “Well, that answers cat. But I want mews! I want dirt! Tell me something I don’t know~.”

Riddle sighed, shaking his head while Trey thought to himself.

“Well, Riddle and Yuu almost got into another fistfight over tea…”

“I have never engaged in fisticuffs with that child and you know it, Trey. Plus that isn’t at all what happened.”

“Wait, why? Aren’t you two friends meow? I know she doesn’t like tea but you two spent like a whole week trying flavors out with Kalim, didn’t you?”

Trey snickers, “So about that, it happened after that week and during an unbirthday party…”

The garden had unsurprisingly been the first part of Heartslabyul that was fixed. It acted as a safe haven for the students during more construction noise and allowed them to have their unbirthday parties. At the main table, Yuu sat with the core Heartslabyul crew, quietly stirring their tea as the others chatted and Grim walked the table for treats and banter.

Deuce noticed their quiet nature, asking them if they were okay with a slight nudge under the table.

“...You know…I never really noticed that you make tea with hot water for a reason.”

…

Cater closes his eyes, putting his phone down and reaching over to put his hand over Yuu’s. He took a shuttering breath, as though to gather strength, “Yuu-Chan, sweetie…Have you been making tea with cold water?”

“Yeah? I always thought tea was made hot because it just made the water tea-ify faster.” She sips at the tea, making a face before adding another sugar cube to what could only be hot syrup at this point, “Didn’t think it was the proper process or something…”

Ace leans onto the table, staring at Yuu with a pinched face, “What, are you too impatient to microwave some water for three minutes?”

Yuu opened their mouth to remind him that they didn’t drink tea until it was their only option to drink. Instead, Trey put down his own cup of tea with a muted ‘Clack’, resting the bottom of his face in his clasped hands. The 3rd year looking at Ace with a level of intensity that made the 1st year sit back in his seat nervously.

Trey moved his hands to speak, just so he was heard clearly, “Ace…Why are you putting water in the microwave to boil it…for tea?”

Deuce holds up his hand, frowning with his eyebrows creased, “Clover-Senpai, I don’t think Ace has the patience to boil water on a stove.”

“Deuce-Chan. Water takes less than a minute to boil on a stove.” Cater turned away from Yuu, looking at his underclassmen, an expression of stunned surprise on his face.

Ace scoffs, “Is your stove the sun? How does it take less than a minute?”

Trey pulled his face from his hands, tilting his head to question Ace, “How long do you think water takes to boil?”

“Like Seven minutes!?”

“Look,” Deuce’s fist bangs on the table, drawing everyone’s attention before he addressed Ace, “Just put the mug on the stove on medium heat and it takes like two minutes to boil-”

“You’re putting the whole mug on the stove?”

“I mean sometimes I use a saucepan to do it…?”

Cater was struggling to hold in his laughter, face to the sky as he willed his tears to not ruin his newly gifted sponsored eyeshadow.

Trey looked at the two underclassmen, a hand over his mouth before he whispered under his breath, “How have you two survived this long?”

Cater wheezed, smacking a hand against Trey’s shoulder, “By the Seven, this is gold. I should have been recording…”

Riddle speaks, eyes wide in bewilderment at what he could only call the most frustrating conversation, “Do either of you know what a damn kettle is?”

Yuu sat back, a hand over their mouth to hide their smile as the table descended into madness.

Chechnya giggled, his own wide smile just barely hidden behind his cup, “Oh~. You’ve got your hands full with a bunch of uneducated kits, huh, Riddle?”

“I had to teach both of them how to use a proper kettle…”

“I mean in their defense, they had really good reasons why they never learned to use one…” Trey sighs.

“Mew?”

“Apparently, Ace put a teapot that was supposed to be for serving only on the stove to boil water and it exploded. Deuce’s mom forbade him from using a kettle when he was young because he managed to completely take apart their electric one…Guess he thought she meant every type of kettle.”

Riddle shakes his head, “Deuce still nearly broke our electric one by turning the dial too far.”

Trey laughs under his breath, “Well, at least they know how to make a proper cup now.”

“Ok, but why did mew and Yuu almost fight Riddle?”

“While Cater and I were trying to explain proper tea protocol to Ace and Deuce, Yuu apparently whispered to Riddle ‘This wouldn’t be an issue with coffee’.”

“They don’t even like coffee either! They just hate that I scold them for drowning their tea in cream and sugar!”

“Well, people can like their tea-”

“A simple lemon tea doesn’t need 6 lumps of sugar!”

A moment of silence passed over the table, Trey sighing and leaning back in his chair when Chenya started to snicker again.

“He’s got you there Trey~. Man, what I would give to have simple problems like you guys.”

“In what way-”

Riddle perks up, “Oh. That’s right,” His expression sombers, looking over to Chenya, “You said Neige came back and was acting strangely, more so than usual? Do you know why or would you rather not talk about him?”

“Oh by the SEVENS. I need to talk about this kid, I keep thinking I’m hallucinating half the stuff he does if I didn’t tell you guys about it.”

“So, he came back to your dorm room. What was the scenario?”

“So get this…”

Neige had been gone all day. That wasn’t anything weird or new to Chenya, Neige was usually gone for whole weekends doing model and actor business. This means Chenya either had the whole dorm suite to himself for a few blissful days. Or, Neige had lied and was going to stalk Vil Schoenheit and Chenya had to babysit the dwarves. True, they were capable of tending to themselves and even making meals unsupervised. The problem was most of them were painfully curious and just too short to be left alone.

And Chenya really didn’t mind looking out for them. It mainly was just grabbing things off high shelves so they didn’t climb each other and risk falling. Maybe having to give a few vocab definitions from their textbooks. But all in all, very cushy babysitting gig, since Neige both paid for the service and hush money.

But when 11 pm rolled around and Neige still wasn’t back, all of them were worried. The dwarves increasingly so. Chenya did his best but he was one cat-trophizing thought away from calling the police himself. Sure, Neige was some flavor of an obsessive stalker who could possibly pose a danger to the object of his affection. But what super fan wasn’t? It didn’t mean he wanted the guy to be in a ditch somewhere.

But, their metaphorical prayers were answered a little after 11 pm when Neige stumbled into the dorm room. His pink wig was nothing but a frizzy mess in his hands, his other arm braced against the closed door as he panted. He was coated in dirt, or what Chenya had hoped was dirt, clothing covered in various sweat marks and rips.

“By the seven Neige! Did you get hunted by a wild animal!?” Chenya rushed over, helping Neige to walk to his bed once he saw his roommate start to stumble, “Me-ouch…You’re a mess bud…”

Neige was panting, even when resting on the bed, managing to spare a shaky smile to calm the dwarves. He finally caught his breath, eyes slowly sliding into a thousand-yard stare, “I wish it was a wild animal…A wild animal would give up at some point. He chased me through the whole forest I think…”

Chenya looked over his shoulder, walking to the ensuite to grab their school-issued first aid kit, “Who?”

Brown eyes stared into the air, his breathing still lightly labored, “Green eyes…I can never look at green eyes ever again…”

Ok, he wasn’t going to unpack that. Kneeling on the bed, he looked over the kit. Once satisfied with the contents, he nodded and nudged Neige up from the mattress, “Go shower off all that…what I hope is mud. You reek and I gotta disinfect those cuts.”

Neige comes out from the bathroom 10 minutes later, sheepishly toweling his wet hair. He sat still, letting Chenya dab the rubbing alcohol against the open cuts. One being a long thin slice right along his cheek, as though Neige had just barely dodged something sharp at top speeds. Soon Neige was cleaned and medically tended to, his roommate was even nice enough to place cream on his skin so that it wouldn’t scar.

But, now that he was healed, Chenya and the dwarves all sat in front of him. Each of them glaring with folded arms, even Hop had a fierce frown on his face.

With a shaky laugh, Neige tilted his head, “I should explain huh?”

“You broke into Night Raven to see Vil.” Chenya wasn’t even going to beat around the bush, Neige came in looking like roadkill. His roomie was clearly out doing something to bring one of the Night Raven student’s ire. But even when Chenya was caught, he wasn’t roughed up nearly as much as Neige was. Maybe a ripped shirt, possibly a sprained ankle. Not whatever death match Neige got into with the forest floor.

“W-well, you do it all the time! And Vi is a good friend of mine, it shouldn’t be an issue to go visit him…”

“Maybe it wouldn’t be if you weren’t stalking him.” He ignores Neige shaking his head, trying to make him stop talking about his ‘activities’ in from of the dwarves. Chenya sighs, “I go there expecting to be hunted down and I can handle that. You want there like you were going on a date and come back looking like you got mauled.”

“Wish I was just mauled…”

Chenya would let Neige pass with that muttered comment. He really didn’t want to get involved in his weird going-ons, “Look, I was fine with all the time you’d take in the bathroom. But, I think you need to put the cat back in the bag and hang it up. This… ‘friendship’ you have with Vil is clearly gonna get you killed…”

Neige looked distressed, opening his mouth to plead with Chenya to not get anyone involved. Instead, the dwarves all jumped up, shouting their own disagreement about ending the relationship.

Doc stood on his chair, trying to meet Chenya in the eyes, “No! Vi and Neige need to keep being friends! How else will they be able to work toward their happily ever after!?”

“Neige has worked so hard to be where he is so he can stand by Vil’s side! To tear them apart is too cruel!” Hop wailed, holding up a nearly asleep Shelpie who could only tearily mutter ‘No, no, no’.

Chenya stood baffled as the Dwarves all gave their objections and then moved to crowd around Neige, shouting their support for Neige’s happily ever after. Stating how they always knew of Neige’s overzealous attempts to get closer to Vil, how they did their best whenever on set with him to make shoots longer by sabotaging equipment or erasing photos. How sweet they found Neige’s candle-lit altar with photos of Vil hidden under the floorboards, the one with an empty water bottle Vil had given him years ago on a movie set.

Tears of joy welled in Neige’s eyes. He dropped to his knees, bringing the dwarves into his arms and hugging them all tight, “Thank you guys so much! I never knew you supported me so much! Okay, no more secrets then, we’re gonna be a team and work together to get Vi’s love!”

The room was soon filled with multiple voices, plans of romantic outings and opportunities to ‘meet the family’. Chenya simply shook his head and walked to the door once Neige pulled out his phone to show off all the pictures he took in his infiltration, “Yeah, I’m leaving, don’t wait up.”

“Good night, Chenya! Thank you for hanging out with them!”

“What. Ever.”

“Well, to answer your question, it was Rook. Whatever happened to Neige was most likely Rook.” Trey laughs under his breath, pouring more tea for Riddle, “Even if he does like Neige, Rook is like an over-excited dog sometimes…And he’s robust enough to be a threat even when he’s placid.”

“I don’t understand how Vil hasn’t noticed he’s being stalked so heavily. One would think being near Rook so often he would be able to pinpoint anyone following him.”

Chenya groans, “I think that may be the reason he doesn’t notice Neige’s creepiness. I’ve only met that Rook guy once and he creeps Me-owt.” He sighs, leaning his chair on its back two legs, “I think being around something just makes you used to it. Like us and weird people.”

Trey laughed again, “I’m worse off then. I’ve been used to you guys since we were kids.” he blinked at the silence, looking at Chenya and Riddle. Both of them stared with blank faces, as though they were waiting for a punchline, “...Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Trey, how do I purr this…” Chenya folded his hands, resting his chin on them as he loudly hummed, showing he was thinking. He snapped his fingers, shooting double-finger guns at Trey, “You’re insanely weird, my friend.”

“I…I’m not the weird one!”

“Trey, you like teeth.”

“He’s right. Liking teeth is paw-sitively the weirdest thing, Trey.”

“Caring about my oral hygiene does not make me weirder than you two! What about Riddle’s need for rules? Chenya’s general thirst and need for chaos and discord?”

“I’m Traumatized. I get a pass to have an obsession.”

Chenya shakes his head, placing a hand over Riddle’s, “That’s not how that works, but I’m glad you’re admitting it.” He turns to Trey, his smile widening to his regular teasing expression, “And I don’t care for discord. Chaos sure, but I’m not the kinda cat whose vocation is disharmony.”

Rolling his eyes, Trey huffs, adjusting his glasses. He turned his head away, trying to hide his embarrassed flush, “There’s nothing wrong with caring about my dental health…”

Chenya snickered, leaning closer to Riddle to whisper in his ear, “Does he still use like four different brushes to clean his teeth?”

Riddle nods, whispering from behind his teacup. Grey eyes glancing at Trey as though to judge him, “He’s recently gotten acquainted with one of my equestrian club members. His father’s a dentist.”

“No!” Chenya gasped, holding a hand over his smile in a scandalized gesture.

“Indeed. It’s only a matter of time before Trey acquires a professional dentistry kit.”

“For your information, I already have one.” Trey pointedly ignored the hybrid guffaw and snort Chenya lets out, “And also, I am not the weird one. Of all I have to deal with in this dorm and with you two during summer? I’m the only sane one left.”

Rolling his eyes, Riddle turned toward Trey, “Oh, it can’t be that bad…”

“Oh really. Let me tell you then…”

Trey should have never let Yuu teach the Adeuce duo ‘Pig Latin’. Whatever ancient tongue the two were arguing was lost on most of the dorm. Riddle was somehow able to understand it perfectly, but the house warden wasn’t around to translate for him and Cater.

Leaning against the island, Cater scrolled through his phone. He whistled a low note when the shouting in the next room started to grow in volume, “Should we intervene? They’re getting pretty heated in there.”

Shaking his head Trey keeps kneading his dough, a relaxed smile on his face “Naw. Riddle says they use it to debate homework answers. Since someone teased them mercilessly about one wrong answer, now they do it in code.”

Cater looks away, only having the grace to look slightly bashful as he posed for a selfie, “I said sorry…”

Their chat continued, topics of their own homework or school news filling the kitchen. Cater was recounting a story of something that happened in the Light Music Club. The redhead barely containing his laughter, scrolling through his phone for the video he took before he was interrupted by a bellowing yell from who they could hear was Ace.

“OURYAY OM’SMAY AYAY ILFMAY!”

The silence that followed was almost lethal. Trey and Cater stood stunned, looking at each other in surprise, only to hear footsteps stomping toward them. Soon Deuce entered the kitchen, face red in fury as he grabbed a knife from the block and stormed out of the room.

Only when he was gone did Trey and Cater jump into action, fully realizing what the first year had planned, “Deuce, don’t do it!”

“Your mom is gonna be so disappointed if you kill someone, Deuce-Chan!”

“What…are you doing?” Trey looked at the scene in front of him. He tried not to glare, his face instead showing just how tired he was. His hands gripped the serving platter harder as his nerves started to rise.

Cater was suspended over the railing at the top of The Heartslabyul staircase, nearly tiled over as Ace and Deuce held onto the 3rd year’s legs. He had the nerve to smile and wave over his shoulder, “Hey Trey-Kun~ I’m trying this new photo trend. You take aerial pics from the tops of staircases. They looked so cool and our dorm has the most funky staircase of all! I’m gonna get mad likes. #TopPics #SoCool #WatchYourStep #LOL.”

“Don’t worry Clover-Senpai! We’ve got Diamond-Senpai in safe hands!” Deuce smiled, arms locked tightly over one of Cater’s legs. Ace sniffled from Cater’s other leg, trying to rub his nose onto his shoulder.

“...Okay…” Trey looked away, sighing and turning around to continue to Riddle’s room, “Just make sure you guys are safe.” A smile slowly grows on his face hearing Deuce start to ramble out promises to be responsible.

“You can trust us Clover-Senpai! Ace and me-”

ACHOO

Cater’s fading yell makes Trey drop his serving platter, ruining the tart and glassware, rushing back to the stairwell. He nearly went over the railing as well. Slamming into the metal banister, Trey looked down with wide eyes. He finally relaxed, seeing Cater on the ground floor on top of a few other 3rd years. The poor upperclassmen groaning under the impact Cater surprised them with.

The diamond redhead moaned but gave a shaky thumbs up, his phone still clutched in his hands, “I’m okay…!” His smile faded from his face as he fully slumped over, glaring at the pictures he managed to snap in his panic on the fall, “#IBetterGet100KHitsForThisShit…”

Trey looked to his side, eyes stopping at Ace wiping at his nose with his finger. The hearts redhead sniffled, looking away from Trey and Deuce’s glares, “I didn’t do it on purpose…”

The first thing Trey realized was that it was 2 am. He blinks, trying to take in his blurry surroundings. Trey put his glasses on his face, reaching blindly over to his side table and grabbing his ringing phone. Bleary eyes squinting at the contact reading ‘Jade’ before he answered the call, “Jade? It’s…very late what is this about?”

“So sorry to bother you Trey, but it’s most important that you make your way to Octavinelle. Post haste if you will.”

“...Why?”

Jade chuckled, Trey could visualize the EelMer holding his hand over his mouth, hiding his teeth, “Well, it seems we’ve acquired something of yours and Azul would like it gone before he loses any more sleep.”

“...What?”

He could hear Floyd cackling loudly in the background, being able to make out him yelling, “Come here, Goldfishie~! I wanna give you a squeeze and a kiss!”

“Get away from me, Floyd!”

“...” Trey sighed deeply, sitting up in bed and looking around for his shoes and jacket, “Why is Riddle in Octavinelle?”

“Let me check.” Jade moves away from the phone to yell after Riddle, “Riddle-San? Why are you here again?”

“Rule 124! The sink in my bathroom broke- Go away Floyd- and the faucet soaked me- DON’T YOU TOUCH ME!”

“That’s why.”

Trey could hear the smile in Jade’s voice. He closes his eyes, tilting his head back and bites back his groan, “I’m on my way. Please don’t let Floyd frisk Riddle again.”

“Well, let me go stop him then. You might want to go check on that faucet Riddle was talking about, though.” Jade hangs up, the sounds of Floyd laughing and Riddle screaming in the background clicking off instantly.

Trey sat in his seat glaring at his friends. Riddle and Chenya finding their cups of tea much more interesting. Riddle looked mildly sheepish, Chenya looked ready to burst into laughter. Though the cat beastman knew if he did he wasn’t going to be welcomed in Heartslabyul for quite some time. So he bit into his fist, taking care to not press too hard and break the skin.

“I live every day in terror from the lovable menaces I’m forced to room with. If I’m odd it’s me trying to cope with the madness around me.” Trey frowned, grabbing his own slice of lemon curd and lavender tart he had been experimenting with.

Riddle sighed. Managing to meet Trey’s eyes he nodded his head in apology, “Condolences, Trey. I also feel…overwhelmed at times with our current batch. I didn’t stop to think about how your duties plus looking after everyone was affecting you…And I was no help, yet again…” His expression fell more into sadness as he realized he wasn’t easing Trey’s predicaments as he had tried to do.

Chenya reached over, pinching the fat of Ridle’s cheek and pulling. He ignored his friend’s scolding, face turning his impressive shade of red.

“No more of that~. It’s not purr fault, your mom kinda kept you from learning empathy for your peers. We’re just glad you still turned out to be such a nice kitten!”

“...” Riddle sighed, face going back to its pale shade before he spoke in a slightly slurred tone, “Thank you, Chenya…”

“Plus~. Trey, you should rely on me more too, you know? I’m here a lot in the afternoons most days, I can help around where no one can see me. You guys just try to have a cozy repeat year~.”

Smiling, Trey shakes his head. It was a sweet sentiment. But Chenya was a 3rd year, he needed to focus on his grades and finalizing his internship, “Thanks for the offer Chenya. But, I’ve told you, 3rd years need to work on preparing for their internships. You should do the same. I and most of the other NRC 3rd years got lucky and whoever had a placements got their time extended.”

Chenya tilted his head, “I’m still a 2nd year, though?”

…

Riddle put his teacup onto the saucer, nearly breaking it from the force, eyes wide at the information, “What? How? What class did you fail?” All those hours studying and getting texts full of mind-numbing emojis about aced tests, were those all lies!?

“Nah. I just chose to repeat 2nd year after hearing you had to. I did promise we were going to do our internship together after all.”

“...” Riddle felt his face flush again, only this time in embarrassment—the promise from before their first year. Chenya had managed to meet Riddle in secret. The cat beastman told him all about his tour of Royal Sword, saddened by the fact Riddle had been accepted to Night Raven. But he did promise to make sure they were able to hang out at their internships, “You can’t just…decide to repeat a year for me…”

Chenya smiles, waving his hand and sharing a smile with Trey, “Eh~. Me and Trey had a whole plan for when we graduated. Trey would get the groundwork for a place for us and I take over his ‘Riddle Rangling’ job. The plan doesn’t work if we’re both away from you, goes against the whole thing!”

“I- plan? What plan!?”

Trey leaned on the table, his knuckles gently knocking on the side of Riddle’s head to call his attention, “You’re our friend. We’re gonna want to make sure you don’t have to go back with your mom. We’d at least offer you the choice.”

“...Trey…Chenya…”

Chenya tilted onto the back legs of his chair, smiling at himself with his eyes closed, “In my opinion. Our first plan of just burning your house down with your mom inside was way easier.”

“Chenya.”

Riddle huffed out a laugh, keeping silent as Trey and Chenya bickered about the mortality of ‘Justified Arson’. His friends were odd, he was odd. He took a sip of his tea, the faint taste of honey mixed with lemon pleasant on his tongue.

Trey smiled to himself, letting Chenya continue on about his reasonings. It hurt at times, seeing the way they were now. Happy and together sharing treats, laughing and at peace with simple conversation. Just like that day nearly ten years ago. A part of him always wondered what they’d be like if that day was never ruined. If they were all just left to be friends. But such a day didn’t exist, and his signature spell wasn’t going to ever change the bitter taste it left in his mouth.

But, they had today and plenty of tomorrows to be friends, and that made it all okay.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #twst wonderland #chenya #twst chenya #twst trey #trey clover #riddle x floyd #heartslabyul

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I felt very emotional, beginning this chapter. There is a sense of finality in this project that I hadn't quite grasped before. This is - in all probability - the last time I read this fic. This is the last time I read this chapter. A chapter I have read dozens of times in the past few years - every time I was stuck, every time I needed to 'get back in.' Most of these paragraphs roll off the tip of my tongue when I read them out loud, because I've seen them so many times. And, I know that for you, reading this, this might not be the last time. Because you will go back, re-read this fic as many times as you like for as long as the internet exists. But I won't. That's not how my brain works, and I need to put projects behind me. To make room for new ones. And, so there is a sense of excitement, yes, reaching the end, but also a sense of grief.

If everything goes well, and if I do post the last chapter when I intend to, castles will have been four years of my life, almost to the day. COVID came and went, so did a couple of jobs, a relationship, a parent. I recently listened to an interview from Alexandre Astier where he described meeting someone in a supermarket once, who asked for an autograph for her husband. 'Ah, he's a massive fan,' she said. 'Though, to be honest, I never got into your work myself.' He was talking about how, for 'normal' people, people who aren't artists, someone else's art is just that: something that you like or don't like. But, for us, it's a part of ourselves. It's thousands of hours of work. And, sometimes, I wonder what castles says about me. What these thousands of hours have come down to. If I die tomorrow, which I hope I do not, this is one the things that I will leave behind me. And, so: what does it say about me? I mean: beyond the politics and the feminism and the quirky little interests. I mean: me, as a person. What do castles readers know about me? I'm not sure I even want to know.

t h e r e - r e a d:

I really enjoyed re-reading this chapter. It's funny to me how for you guys, depending on when you started the fic, you might have read multiple versions of this. I didn't make any big changes, nothing massive, but I did add a couple of scenes/lines here and there throughout the years, I'm curious to see whether you will notice.

in terms of the chapter itself, i think one of the things i like most about it is how it flows. it has that very distinctive castles prose to it, with the timeline that moves back and forth, the run-on sentences, the spiralling in and out of scenes. i recently got a comment on ff.net (lol) that said the chapter was messy and unreadable. and i think in a way, i like that. because frankly, if that bothers you in chapter 1, then you're probably not the right person for this fic, you know? i think chapter one serves its function well. a first chapter is supposed to be an intro, a taste of what you will read next, and i think it is perfect in that. it introduces the plot, the dynamic between the characters. it's long enough to signal that this isn't a fic where you'll read fifteen chapters in half an hour. i think you can read chapter one and tell if this is a fic you'll enjoy or not. and, that's what i want, really. that's what a first chapter should do.

having said that, i think there are two things i want to specifically dive into.

t h e h y p o:

early in the writing of castles, i used to get a lot of criticism about my version of post-war harry and ginny. particularly, there seems to be a subsection of the hinny-shipping crowd that basically thinks that harry and ginny would just meet after the war, scream at each other (or, that at least, ginny would be angry at harry for leaving her behind), kiss and make up, and pour their hearts out to each other about past events. specifically, these people believe that ginny is very good at weeding secrets out of harry, at getting him to talk, and thus the events of castles are not canon compliant with both of these characters.

i feel like objectively, it's not really my place to say whether that's correct. i think multiple versions of the same thing can be 'correct' depending on how you write them. but, if that's what floats your boat, if you have a very strong headcanon about this, then fine - by all means, go read something else (again, that's also the point of chapter 1). but i think this hypothesis sort of stuck in my head for a while, in light of the comments i was getting, because i couldn't help but wonder if that version of things isn't simply an idealised version of reality.

because, to read the books strictly: 1) ginny's anger at harry isn't obvious. you could argue it is there but she's actually quite calm in the break up scene. i am not sure she is that angry with him, especially when you think that she's just been through a war, lost a brother, etc. i think ginny is someone who knows there is a time and place for anger, and who is also incredibly strong and resilient. she still kisses him even after the break-up, after he's clearly decided to leave her behind , so i'm not sure she would lash out in these circumstances. additionally, 2) there's actually not that much evidence that harry and ginny talk to each other - ever. they're a hot and heavy thing, but they don't share much emotional stuff on screen. you can interpret the 'sunlit days' however you want, in the absence of further information, but it's not a given that ginny ever shares anything of importance about her past or her traumas, like what happened with tom. the one scene everyone always points to is the 'lucky you' scene, but that's a mutual understanding more than it is a conversation. she actually never mentions anything beyond very utilitarian details meant to help harry realise he's not being possessed. and, harry never canonically tells ginny about anything of importance in his life either.

and so what all of these comments drove me to do, a few months ago (i think i added this in september 2023) was to link that to the theme of those early chapters of castles. because one of the key elements of chapters 1-3, specifically, is this idea of the lifeline. of the way harry and ginny have spent months, at this point, idealising each other, idealising their reunion, for it to later come crashing down on them. and so i thought i would use the opportunity of chapter one to 1) try and address the 'criticism' above, and 2) make it fit within the world of castles. it led to this:

In his head, their reunion would have been something sweet, like her lips moving against his, the taste of the raspberry-flavoured lip balm she used to wear the year before. He would have confessed to all of his sins, to almost dying, to Hallows and Horcruxes, to the fear and the nightmares, to leaving her behind. ‘I’m sorry,’ he would have said. ‘I am so, so sorry.’ And, he would have tried to explain like he did last year, that all he ever wanted was to protect her, to keep her safe, and she would have yelled. Shouted at the top of her lungs in a rapid succession of angry jabs about what an arsehole he was. ‘I can take care of myself!’ she would have thrown back. ‘You left me!’ He would have looked to his feet. With time, he hopes that they would have fixed it. In reality, though, Ginny Weasley hands him a toothbrush that morning, as he sits back on his heels. Her stare digs holes into the side of his face and he wonders if, had he been Hermione or Luna (had he been a friend, still), she would have cajoled him. Handed him a wet towel for his forehead. Instead, she closes the door behind her on her way out. ‘You should shower,’ she says.

i love the sort of whiplash effect this scenes gives, of the fantasy v. post-war reality, which is obviously a massive theme in castles. and i also love the way it subtly signals that ginny might have changed (just like he has) throughout the war. because, obviously, she has, and we later find out why.

s e x a n d f u n e r a l s:

i cannot express how attached i am to that scene, and to that line in particular. i think there's a number of reasons for this:

first, it's the line that basically motivated me to start castles for real in 2020. i have said this before in other posts but i started drafting some sort of post-war hinny fic as early as 2007. i never finished anything, then when i was 17 (2010), i did a re-read and actually drafted something new. then dropped it again. and, that file transferred from laptop to laptop, from file to file for ten years without me touching it much. until covid came and i was looking through my drive, and i tenderly read what 17-year-old me had written back then, including this 'first time' sex scene which, to be honest, has mostly remained untouched in the final version of this. and, i remember finding it, reading it, and thinking the rest of what i had written was a bit cringe, but that one scene seemed to work. and then, i got to the (now famous) line: to him, the spring of '98 is about sex and funerals, and thought fuck, that's a good line. like, a really good line. and i didn't want to let it go to waste. and, so, four years later, here we are.

i think that line is a very good symbol of what this story is about. 'sex and funerals' - it's a metaphor for how life is about the good and the bad things. that they co-exist as one single entity, and that the beauty of what we do, of the way we live, resides somewhere in between. it's why i chose it as the summary back then, and why it is still the summary now. i really built the entire fic around that line. so, yeah, 17-year-old jo, you already had something going for you, darling.

l a s t l y:

a thought i had while re-reading (and please don't come at me for this), is that... this could have been a one-shot. like, it really could have. i finished chapter 1 and there's a sort of finality to it, isn't there? like, i'm glad i continued this fic, but part of me thinks that all i've been trying to say in the past four years actually is in this chapter. obviously, not as detailed or subtle, but it's there, you know? it could have been a one-shot, lmao.

but anyway, i'm curious, did you guys enjoy your re-read? did you notice the changes i made throughout the years? did you enjoy them? feel free to send me an ask or join the discord server to discuss. i'm so excited to get this discussion started and hear your thoughts!

#castles #chapter 1 #and so it begins

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colesmemes · 2 years

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▸ 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 (2018-𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵) sentence starters & prompts.

assorted quotes & prompts from tv show that’s ruined my life. some lines have been changed slightly to be more applicable. mature content and language may be used, feel free to adjust as necessary.

❝ do you want to make a deal with the devil? ❞

❝ what am i gonna do with a soul anyway? ❞

❝ souls are boring. boo, souls! ❞

❝ if we get through this, is there a thing where we, like, talk to each other about stuff... normally? ❞

❝ you mean you wanna talk about the big shit? ❞

❝ we don’t have any feelings, what are you talking about? ❞

❝ you sound deranged. ❞

❝ i was wondering, do you think it’s possible to sue a person - a grandparent, for example - in an affectionate way? ❞

❝ i love you, i’m glad you’re part of my life, but i’m taking legal action against you. ❞

❝ the fucking belligerent zucchini here is set to close negotiations for good. ❞

❝ you’re going to sue greenpeace? i like your style. who do you think you’re going to go after next, save the children? ❞

❝ can he do a speech? the demented fucking piss-mad king of england? ❞

❝ the only way they’ll respect you is if you try to destroy them. ❞

❝ you’re not a killer. you have to be a killer. ❞

❝ family therapy, family therapy, family therapy! ❞

❝ i have, like, twenty bucks left. the world is so fucked up. ❞

❝ your principles? don’t be an asshole, you don’t have principles. ❞

❝ this is not fucking charles dickens world, okay? ❞

❝ i just wonder if the sad i’d be without you is less than the sad i get from being with you. ❞

❝ are we talking to each other on the deck of a majestic schooner? is the salty brine stinging my weather-beaten face? no? then why the fuck are you wearing a pair of deck shoes? ❞

❝ you don’t hear much about syphilis these days, very much the myspace of STDS. ❞

❝ what i think they meant to say was that they wished your mom gave birth to a can opener, because then at least it would be useful. ❞

❝ when you laugh, please do it at the same volume as everyone else. we didn’t get you from a hyena farm. ❞

❝ they did once call me the cunt of monte cristo. ❞

❝ you little slime puppy. ❞

❝ don’t threaten me, i don’t have time to jerk off. ❞

❝ who said i never killed anyone? ❞

❝ i don’t mean to be insulting, but having been around a bit, my hunch is that you’re going to get fucked because i’ve seen you get fucked a lot. and i’ve never seen [name] get fucked once. ❞

❝ i’d castrate you and marry you in a heartbeat. ❞

❝ i just feel because of my physical length, i could be a target for all kinds of misadventures. ❞

❝ oh here they come, the attention whore. ❞

❝ do you have a fetish for nearly killing our dad? like, just the tip, but for nearly killing our dad? ❞

❝ the gang’s all here, it’s like the fucking sgt. pepper for broken corporate america. ❞

❝ you aren’t judas-ing, are you? ❞

❝ sometimes i think, should i maybe listen to the things you say directly in my face when we’re at our most intimate? ❞

❝ are they playing from the approved playlist? because my thing was all bangers, all the time. ❞

❝ oh really? it’s not cool to tell the president to blow me? ❞

❝ some guy with an undercut just called me soy boy. ❞

❝ he never saw anything he loved that he didn’t want to kick just to see if it still came back. ❞

❝ right now, i’m the real you. ❞

❝ we should be good people. wouldn’t it be nice to wake up in the morning and not feel like a fucking piece of shit? ❞

❝ i think you’re a super talented superstar, and i love you. ❞

❝ oh, you’re such a fucking bitch. ❞

#rp memes #indie rp #succession rp #sentence meme #rpc #rp sentence meme

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Abandoned Driveways

Alex Keller x GN!Reader

| Blog HQ | Modern Warfare 2019 / 2022 Masterlist |

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TW for eventual angst, light swearing and flirting, mostly a fluff

Chapter 02

“Uh, stupid question.” He awkwardly chuckled, rubbing over the back of his neck as he stepped back to let you in his house.

“How fancy should I be going? These are my nicest jeans I have on, I have some button downs and flannels in the closet. Or I have the makings of a suit somewhere, I'd need a few minutes to find it though.” The anxiety clear in his tone, his rambling getting softer as he trailed off. Ending with a panicked smile.

“Depends on what you're thinking for food. Unless you want to find one of the fancier restaurants, what you have on now is fine. I like it.” You shrugged, guesting toward the retro Nintendo shirt he wore.

“Ohthankgod.” He breathed, chuckling as he grabbed his wallet and keys. Telling you that he was driving since you insisted on paying. Quickly locking his front door, and grabbing his sneakers he led you to his garage.

Sharpie marked boxes lined one wall, flattened cardboard stacked neatly in another corner. Allen was busy these last few days.

Sliding into the passenger seat of his Jeep, you watched as he started the vehicle and opened the large door behind you. Then turning his attention to the screen inbetween you, opening Google Maps. Holding back a soft laugh, you lightly placed your hand over his. Flinching softly as he pulled back, looking at you confused.

“I have no idea where I'm going. I barely made it to the grocery store earlier.” He admitted, cheeks flushing as he busied himself with adjusting the fan speed.

“I do?” You offered with a shrug, playfully glaring when he laughed. “What?”

“You also strike me as someone who would tell me about the turn I missed 3 blocks after I missed it.” He pulled back as you lightly smacked his shoulder, feigning offense.

Looking out the passenger window as he reversed you mumbled. “You're not wrong, but that isn't the point. Now what do you feel like having tonight?”

“Food.” He answered bluntly, turning out of the neighborhood. Ignoring your faux annoyed expression. “What do you recommend? Nothing too fancy, neither of us are dressed for the occasion and that would feel too much like a date.”

“Agreed! There's a cute coffee shop on main street with pastries and drinks. Or a little ma and pa place.” You shrugged, watching as he nodded. Gaze set to the road in front of him.

“I like ma and pa restaurants, and I am an enjoyer of caffeine.” He offered, sparing a glance in your direction. “Just like you're an enjoyer of staring into people's windows at night.”

You felt your heart sink as he chuckled. All week you thought you were off the hook.

“For starters, shut your curtains. Anyone could be watching! Secondly, that was my idiot best friend, I was in my kitchen minding my own business.” You defended, sinking lower into your seat as you watched the scenery pass by.

“Not the most compelling argument, but did your friend enjoy their view at least?” He asked, volume dropping toward the end of his sentence. Your cheeks burning as you desperately tried to formulate a response.

“They did. And I know this sounds like asking for a friend. But it genuinely was not me, I promise.” You laughed, relief flooding your system when he joined. Running a hand through his hair as he shook his head playfully.

“It totally sounded that way.” He laughed, pulling into a parking lot and shifting the vehicle into park. His full attention now on you. “I'm normally pretty good at remembering those things, the curtains and privacy I mean. I’'m not a total playboy, fuckboy, whatever kids these days call them. I prefer an emotional connection before I dive into a physical one.”

You were in awe at his honesty, how his values aligned with yours in a world where…..you were in a grocery store parking lot?

“Allen. Where are we?” You asked, leaning down to scan your full surroundings through the windshield as he stated your name in the same tone.

“I told you, I don't know my way around except to the grocery store. And someone, you, said don't worry about Google Maps. I'll tell you where to go!” He mimicked you, fingers wiggling as he spoke.

Scoffing, you smiled at him. “I sound nothing like that!”

Mimicking you again, he laughed. “Last time you said I was wrong about you; I was right. You suck at directions.” He gave you a cocky smirk before leaving the vehicle. Locking the doors as he wandered into the store.

“Excuse me, why are we here?” You laughed, jogging up behind Allen as he scanned the isles. Basket hanging in the crook of his elbow as he shopped.

“Excuse you, why didn't you give me any directions.” He teased, pulling food items out of a cooler. “Since you failed your job, and left me to my own sad devices. I'm making supper.”

“Well, then I'm paying. And buying us drinks before we head home.” You stated firmly, trying to peek into his basket. Which seemed to always be pulled away from your view.

Glancing over at you, basket pressed against his opposite hip Allen chuckled. “Supper is now a surprise, and we'll see about drinks. My standards for the night have changed considerably.”

“So, what type of caffeine do you enjoy?” You asked, scanning over the menu. Despite already knowing what you would order.

You felt the man beside you shrug and ask for recommendations. Clearly overwhelmed by the options laid out for him.

Taking charge, you smiled at the barista and ordered 2 of your usual drink. Eyebrows raising when you heard him ask for a croissant to be added to the order.

“We're literally going home to have supper.” You mumbled in awe, paying for the order as the barista smiled politely at the two of you.

“I'm literally starving and want a snack for when you forget to give me directions and we end up hopelessly lost and in the woods. Are there woods around here? Probably.” He defended, eyes lighting up when the small parchment bag was handed to him.

Handing you the receipt, the barista laughed softly. “You two are adorable, literal relationship goals.”

Before either of you could correct her, she busied herself with making your drinks. Leaving the two of you standing in awe.

“We don't give off that vibe, we met last week and hit it off as best friends. This is casual best friend banter.” You whispered, understanding the mistake -- yet feeling like you had to defend yourself to the man beside you.

The man who was already eating his croissant and shrugging at you. Mumbling something along the lines of “is it the worst thing though?”

Staring at him with an exasperated look he held his free hand up at you in surrender. Moving it to pat his stomach, signaling again that he was literally starving.

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❛ that’s how you want me, isn’t it? desperate, jealous, and willing to kill for you. ❜

All this lines sounds so good!

So…… dear Anon…. After almost two years I brought you the promised fic with this sentence 🙈 I’m so sorry it took me so long. As a compensation. It’s a 5K fic 👉👈 I hope you’re still over here and you’d enjoy it. It was very funny to write.

I’ll like to thanks @fishnamedsushi who was my beta for this 🤗 thank you so much!!

This sentence came from the “HeroxVillain sentence starter”. There are still many very good I’ve not tried. If you want me to play with one of them…

Now enjoy!!

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Obi-Wan pushed the bar’s door. He didn’t want to be there. He was so tired of the war and all the dirty tactics he had to use in the name of the Republic to gather information. He had been raised to be a protector of the peace, a negotiator, to bring calm all around him. His main goal on a normal day was to teach meditation to the Younglings and then drink tea in the gardens with the old Masters. He didn’t aspire to be a famous warrior or general, he didn’t want to attract the attention of the Senate or the people around the galaxy. He was content with his family and the peace they brought to him.

So, when this same family asked him to go to the lower levels of Coruscant, where not even the sun shone, to try to gather as much information as he could about a shady bounty hunter who had kidnapped the son of a crime lord, well… what could he say? He wasn’t pleased about his mission and he couldn’t wait for the war to finish. Because he was sure the Republic was going to win, with more or lesser consequences, but he didn’t contemplate a galaxy where the Separatists would win the war. That was sure.

“A whiskey,” he asked the barman. It wasn’t as if the beverage was going to be good, but he wasn’t going to try any of the other ales.

When he had his drink, he sat at the end of the place. He began to see if he could locate the man Master Sinube had pointed out to him. It was amazing how Master Sinube knew the lower levels. He had said that it didn’t matter if there was an intergalactic civil war, villainy at its most base level would not be affected. And by what Obi-Wan was seeing he was right: gamblers, spice dealers, sex workers, slave traders, bounty hunters; they were all reunited in that bar. It would have made a cantina in the Outer Rim pale in shame.

“What’s your deal, handsome?”

Obi-Wan looked up and saw a Twi’Lek. He was wearing expensive clothes. Too expensive for this kind of place. Obi-Wan had left his Jedi robes in the Temple and was wearing clothes that made him blend in with the masses –even if he wasn’t sure he would ever blend in with his accent and his well-trimmed beard. The Twi’Lek was wearing clothes made of the most expensive material and he had jewels all over his hands, arms and lekkus. He was almost begging to be robbed at this level. However, if he was so calm about it, it was either because he had someone that protected him, someone powerful –or he was an idiot.

Obi-Wan smiled at him, crossing his fingers internally for the Twi’Lek to be protected. He turned and leaned an arm on his chair.

“I work with the most powerful merchandise in the galaxy, sugar.”

The man seemed to not understand what he was saying, but it did not stop him from smiling. “How so?”

“He means information, Tal.” Someone sat next to Obi-Wan. Every nerve on his body raised. He didn't like that someone was so close to him —well, besides one particular exception, but he wasn’t there so Obi-Wan had to deal with the thing in front of him. It was a male human. He was dressed in a more sober manner than the Twi’Lek, but Obi-Wan had seen enough crime lords to know when he was crossing the path of one of them.

Great!

“Go play with other little things,” the crime lord said. “I think you caught a big fish here.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes internally. What he wouldn't do for the Jedi Order? He wanted to be back in its gardens.

“So,” grinned the crime lord. “What a beautiful thing like you doing in a place like this?”

Obi-Wan hid a grunt in his glass and tried to smile. Kicking him in his balls would not help him.

“Lot of things. A better whiskey for example.”

The man came even closer to him. Obi-Wan had to restrain himself in every way to not shove him into the other side of the bar.

“I have plenty of good whiskey at home.”

Was that a hand that Obi-Was was feeling on his knee?

“Or maybe not.” He took the hand and pushed it away without losing his smile. “I’m searching for a very specific kind of whiskey, you know? Of the rare kind.”

The crime lord raised an eyebrow and leaned his chin on one of his hands. “And which kind are you searching for, may I ask?”

Obi-Wan calmly drank his absolutely undrinkable whiskey. “A rare kind from Anxion, one only produced in its capital. Have you heard of that?”

The man seemed surprised for a split second. Anyone who wasn’t Obi-Wan wouldn’t have noticed it. However, it was clear that he had noticed what kind of information Obi-Wan was asking for. At that time, in Anxion’s capital, there was a very difficult blockade. The Jedi had discovered that the bounty hunter was hiding behind that blockade. They needed any information that could help to go through it —smugglers’ runs, spies, anything. Master Sinube was sure that in the lower levels of Coruscant, there were enough people who would know every secret passage to every system and planet in the galaxy. They just had to find them. He had pinpointed a first idea where Obi-Wan could start, but those kinds of investigations could end everywhere.

“Well,” the crime lord shifted his position, “I may have a contact that could bring you your priced whiskey. But,” he put his hand on Obi-Wan’s leg again, this time much higher, “every information comes with a price. All the question is if you are willing to pay for it.”

Obi-Wan was about to tell him that he could shove his information, and his hand, where the sun didn't shine anymore when he noticed that the man was gasping. He was opening and closing his mouth without saying a word. It was as if he couldn't breathe.

Then, a sudden force lifted him from his seat and shoved him into the nearest wall. Obi-Wan followed the movement for a moment before his brain supplied him with the information of how it was possible. He turned and saw the culprit. Obi-Wan felt as if his breath was taken away too.

His memory didn't do him justice. He was even more gorgeous than Obi-Wan remembered.

With a simile of the Jedi robes, protected by armour, with a long cape, all in black, Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith, stood in all his glory in the middle of a dive bar in the lower levels of Coruscant.

“That’s how you want me, isn’t it?” He was talking to Obi-Wan, his eyes shining with golden fury. “Desperate, jealous, and willing to kill for you!!!”

The Jedi realised the kind of image he was offering: he was drinking alcohol —something he didn't do often—, smiling at a stranger, who had his hand on his thigh. It was amazing that the crime lord —whose name Obi-Wan had never learned, nor wasn't interested in— hadn't perished on the spot. Darth Vader was known for his fits of rage.

Obi-Wan decided that he needed to calm the atmosphere. He tried to approach the Sith with caution.

“My dear…”

“Don’t ‘dear’ me!” Vader cut him off. He was extremely angry. “He had no right to touch your body.”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow and continued his slow approach until he touched Vader’s cheek. “What have we said about my right to decide who touches my body?”

Vader looked in another direction. They had strong discussions about the topic. Obi-Wan wasn’t against Vader’s possessiveness, he liked it in fact, but it was Obi-Wan’s right to choose who could touch him and who couldn't. And he had made it clear to the Sith Lord that he wouldn't let him decide anything about his body.

“My dearest, my beloved, look at me.” He forced the man to look into his eyes. “Look inside my mind.”

Obi-Wan didn't know how it was possible, but Vader was so strong in the Force that he could pass his shields —one of the strongest in the Order— and look inside his mind for whatever information he wanted, without hurting him. Forcing someone’s mind was usually painful for the person, but Obi-Wan found it pleasant when it was Vader who did it. He never let anyone else do it. It was Vader’s privilege only.

The Sith took Obi-Wan’s waist and brought him close. He leaned his forehead to Obi-Wan’s. The Jedi felt something prodding near the walls of his mind and he let him in. Vader was incredibly powerful; but at the same time, he was warm. A warmth that Obi-Wan had only felt a few times. He liked to be embraced by Vader’s Force Signature; he felt secure like he hadn’t felt since the war began.

Vader looked inside his memory, back when he had been given the assignment by the Council, and when Master Sinube helped him to find ways to retrieve the information. Then, he searched for Obi-Wan’s feelings about the crime lord being too close. Obi-Wan could feel how relieved he was that the Jedi was revolted about being touched by someone else.

However, while they were submerged in each other’s minds, they heard the crime lord trying to get away from Vader’s Force grip. Obi-Wan had been so immersed in how Vader felt, that he had completely forgotten about the man.

“Stay still,” said Vader, still angry at the man. “I’m not finished with you.”

“Dearheart.” It was the only thing that Obi-Wan had to say. Vader knew what he implied with that simple word.

“I’m not releasing him!” He defended himself. “I’ve read his mind. The things he wanted to do to you… he’s lucky to be alive!”

“My love.” Obi-Wan kissed Vader’s cheek. He knew it was a low blow, but Vader loved physical contact and Obi-Wan didn't want to be the reason for a man’s death.

Vader took Obi-Wan’s waist and kissed him on his lips with determination. “I’m going to propose a deal to your Council. If they are good little Jedi, we could all leave with what we want, without anybody being hurt.”

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes. “What’s the deal?”

Vader smiled like a loth-wolf. “You are mine for a month and I give them the information they want, and release this man. If they refuse, I give you back but I squeeze the information out of this bug’s head. There is no third option, Obi-Wan. If I don't have you, I'll take my vengeance on that worthless thing.”

“Dearthart.” Obi-Wan caressed his cheek. “You know there is no need.”

“There is.” He leaned his head on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, putting his nose in his neck, so he could smell him. He was hugging him tightly. Obi-Wan felt grounded. Vader was taller than him, but the Jedi felt wrapped by the Sith, and kept secure in his warmth.

Obi-Wan chuckled. “You’re impossible.”

Obi-Wan didn't assist at the conversation between Vader and the Council, but when Vader took him in his arms and took him with him to not leave his side for an entire month, he knew that he had saved a life.

During that month, Obi-Wan would hear Vader discuss several times with his Master. He was being stubborn about not being at the front in the war. Obi-Wan was worried about Vader. He knew that Sidious, his Master, was really dangerous and heartless.

“Anakin, I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he said one day. “Come back to the front.”

Vader, whose real name was Anakin Skywalker —a name that Obi-Wan thought was beautiful—, but Obi-Wan didn't want to say out loud in public, took his hands to reassure him. “Sidious needs me. He’s not going to kill me. Besides, I’m stronger than him. I could kill him if I want.”

“Never underestimate your opponent, my love.”

Obi-Wan was proved right when, just two days after his month with Anakin, Sidious launched an order galaxy-wide: every Clone, who served with the Jedi for years loyally, turned against them and began to kill them at sight. Obi-Wan was at the Jedi Temple when it happened. He saw an entire legion marching toward the Temple. He had never been so afraid in his entire life. He knew his duty was to defend his home, and the people inside of it. But when it happened, he was teaching a class of Younglings about meditation. He looked at them. They were so afraid, so uncertain about what they had to do, where to go. He was their role model?, \ their protector\; they were the future of that home that was about to be burned down. Obi-Wan had to protect them with his life!

Without thinking twice, he took the Younglings through the secret tunnels and left the Temple by the sewers. They were afraid, feeling all the Jedi dying in the Force and they knew that something horrible was happening, even if they didn't know why it was happening.

Obi-Wan surfaced on one of his contacts. As he had not been an active general in the war, he had kept all the contacts he had on the lower levels of Coruscant. That man’s name was Dex. A Besalisk who had a little Dinner in Cocotown and had Obi-Wan's entire trust.

“Obi-Wan? What are you doing here? And those kids?” The Jedi had woken him up in the middle of the night by knocking at his door with a bunch of frightened children.

“The Temple has been attacked. The Clones are killing everyone. Even the children. I need your help to save them.” It was then when Obi-Wan realized the horror that had befallen upon them: when he heard himself telling the story with his voice frightened.

The Besalisk opened his eyes widely and let them all in. “You may need to get rid of those Jedi robes. I’ll see if I have something for the children to wear. You can sleep in my house for the night. But you’ll have to move fast out of Coruscant.”

Obi-Wan nodded. “I know. Can you look for them tonight?”

Suddenly, all the children surrounded him begging him to not leave them. He knelt at their level. “Dex is someone I trust. He will protect you. I need to find us a way to leave Coruscant safely, little ones. Be brave.”

The Younglings were scared and didn't want to leave Obi-Wan, but they understood that their home wasn't safe, not anymore.

Obi-Wan left them to Dex, changed himself to some normal clothes the Besalisk let him borrow, and ran. He needed to find a way out, the planet would be quickly closed and every ship closely inspected. He couldn't take long.

The fact that he hadn’t been a general in the war saved him from being spotted in the streets, the Clones didn't recognize him without his Jedi robes. But it also reduced his trusted allies. He didn't have friends in high positions that could prepare him a ship in seconds to leave the place.

He knew that this had been Sidious’ plan. He knew that every Jedi was a target because he was feeling them dying around the galaxy. But he didn't know what to do. He was a pacifist. He wasn’t even capable of chastising Anakin when he was being too…

OH GOSH! Anakin! Where was he? If this was Sidious’ plan, he should have led the Clones on the attack of the Temple. But Obi-Wan didn't feel him. Had been sent away in another, more important mission? But what could be more important than killing every Jedi, sworn enemies of the Sith?

I’m stronger than him. I could kill him if I want.

“Oh, please, Anakin, be careful.”

Obi-Wan came back empty handed. Coruscant had been closed quicker than he had thought and all his contacts couldn’t give him a pass through the blockade. They gave him, however, children’s robes, and a vibroblade. If there was something that could identify a Jedi quicker than their robes, it was their lightsaber.

When he was arriving at Dex’s house, he felt that there was someone inside that wasn't there when he left. He didn't recognize the Force signature. He was sure that the kids and Dex were alive, but they were tense. He didn't know what was going on, but he would risk his life to give the children a chance to run and save themselves. So, he tightened his bag full of clothes, assured the vibroblade, and entered the place.

Inside there was a man. A human male. He was tall, broad, with grey clothes. He looked too sure of himself, as if he was used to stressful situations.

“Good night,” his Master hadn't raised a man without manners, so Obi-Wan saluted.

“Good night. Dex has let me inside of his house.” He had a Core accent. “May I present myself. I’m Senator Organa. I think we have some friends in common.”

Obi-Wan came to where the children were, next to Dex, who was seated in front of the Senator.

“I’m not so sure. I don't have many Senator friends.”

The Senator smiled. “I don't wish you, or the children, any harm. I rescued Master Windu from a terrible battle he faced. When we passed over here, he felt a group of Force Sensitive people hidden. But he was too badly injured to come.”

Obi-Wan raised internally an eyebrow. There were many coincidences for his liking. The man just rescued an injured Jedi that, of course, cannot be there to prove his sayings.

“And what do you want, Senator?”

“Help you. You need to leave Coruscant.”

Obi-Wan simulated a thought. “You’re right. But moving so many Younglings at this time of the night would be too obvious. I may have an idea, if you would agree with it. We could transform them into school children. Can you find a large speeder? A school trip is easier to simulate in the morning than whatever we could think at this hour of the night.”

The Senator smiled confidently. “Of course. I will inform Master Windu that I found you. What is your name? You didn't tell me.”

Obi-Wan gave him is more warm smile. “Lux Lars. I’m just a knight. Never had a Padawan. So don't even think of calling me master.”

The Senator shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Knight Lars. I’ll come tomorrow morning with the speeder.”

“Thank you so much. We’ll be here.”

And the man was gone.

“Gullible for a Senator,” commented Dex.

“We are not going to go with the man?” asked one of the children.

Obi-Wan smiled. “No, little one. Your lives are my responsibility and a supposed Senator that says that he knows Master Windu… In these dangerous times, I don't trust anyone who I haven’t met before.”

They left Dex’s house that same night before dawn. Obi-Wan knew that the children needed to sleep. Luckily, Dex had better contacts than Obi-Wan. He found them a departing ship to Alderaan. Obi-Wan would have wanted a world further away from Coruscant, but Dex’s contact hid them in their shop so perfectly, that Obi-Wan was in a perfect spot to think about their next movement without worrying. The children understood what was going on, and that they had to be quiet. They meditated during the day and ran free in the forest during the night under Obi-Wan supervision.

However, when Obi-Wan was negotiating to travel in the Outer Rim, someone unexpected visited the shop.

“MASTER WINDU!!”

The poor Master of the Jedi Council found himself tackled on the ground by a group of very enthusiastic and happy children. The poor man looked tired, and ill, and he was missing part of one of his arms. He had to have faced a very difficult battle.

“I’m so happy you are alive, Master,” said Obi-Wan when the children let the man breathe a little.

“Me too, Obi-Wan. The news had been so awful around the galaxy. Seeing so many children alive and well at once…” his voice broke. It was so heartbreaking to see such a strong Master lose his voice like that.

The children fussed a little longer around the Master, brought him a cup of tea, and then ran to play in the backyard of the shop where they were hiding.

When he was sure they couldn’t hear them, Obi-Wan dared to ask the question that had been burning him since that fateful day.

“Do we know what happened?”

The Kourun Master nodded. “Vader and Sidious fought. I don't know what triggered their fight, but it resulted in the release of what has been called ‘Operation Knightfall’.”

Obi-Wan felt a cold sweat on his back. He had an idea of the reason for the fight. But he couldn't tell Master Windu that. He couldn't say that he was probably the reason for the Jedi Order’s fall.

“I felt a huge darkness in the Senate,” continued Master Windu, unaware of his inner struggles. “I ran towards there to try to help whoever was in danger. I would have never imagined I would find Vader and Chancellor Palpatine fighting with red lightsabers.” The man drank a little of his tea. “Vader was quickly knocked out and Palpatine attacked me. We fought and I won. Vader, who had recovered his senses by then, was telling me to kill him, that I didn't know how wicked he was… I should have listened. But I didn't want to, it wasn't the Jedi way. When Palpatine saw himself cornered, he took out some device and said something about an Order number 66. And the galaxy fell apart. I felt every Jedi die.” They fell silent for a moment. Everyone in the room remembered that terrible moment. “Vader was enraged. I’ve never seen him like that. I knew he was temperamental, but this was another level. He cut my arm off in his rage, and Palpatine electrocuted me.”

Again, the Master was silent. Obi-Wan let him. He was probably grieving on the people who had died, on the arm he lost, about the terrible situation he found himself in because he wanted to help. Obi-Wan was trying to bury his guilt. Vader’s attachment to him had started all this horror. He would never recover from that.

“The Chancellor thought he had Vader back. That he had vanquished me and finally took over the Republic. He ordered Vader to march to the Temple and kill everyone there. However, Vader just raised his lightsaber and cut his head off. I didn't see him coming. I think that the Chancellor didn't see him either or he would have stopped his attack. He was swift and merciless. He frightened me. But the worst part came just after. He came close to me. I thought he was going to kill me. The electrocution had weakened me, I couldn't move. I thought it was the end. But it wasn’t.” Master Windu looked at Obi-Wan’s eyes intensely. As a member of the Council, he had known what linked Anakin and Obi-Wan. The Jedi wasn’t sure he could look him in his eyes. “Vader spared me because he wanted to kill me in a weird offering in your funerary pyre. He was sure you had died in the Temple.”

Obi-Wan sat overwhelmed. He didn't know how to absorb all the information Master Windu had given him. He knew that Anakin was alive, that he had killed Sidious, but he had lost his mind thinking that Obi-Wan was dead. But he wasn’t, he had just flown with children trying to save their lives from murderous Clones.

He decided that he needed to analyze his feelings about it later. There were other, more important, things to think about.

“What had happened with the Clones? Are they still searching to kill us?”

Master Windu shook his head. “No. And we have to thank Vader for that. He stormed into the Jedi Temple and ordered them to stop. As he is a Sith, he has the same authority as Sidious. He managed to cancel the order. But it has been a disaster. The Clones are in shambles. That attack betrayed everything they stood for.” Obi-Wan saw in his eyes as the horrors didn’t stop with Sidious’ death. “Without the Clones, the Republic cannot fight the war. But Vader told us that Sidious was manipulating both parts. A group of Senators is trying to negotiate a cease-fire.”

“And the Temple?” Obi-Wan wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to that question.

“It has been a massacre.” Master Windu sounded so defeated. “Vader stopped the Clones, but I saw so many corpses… I’m so happy you took the children and hid them away from there.”

Obi-Wan looked outside, where the Younglings were playing happily. He remembered that night. He could never thank Dex enough for what he did that day.

“I thought about leaving them with a friend and coming back to help… but I needed to know they were completely safe. And that night, it wasn't an option.”

“You would have died. You did well.”

Obi-Wan cried. For days he had thought that with his decision he had condemned many of his siblings in the Order. He was a good fighter. He could have saved them. But with Master Windu’s reassurance that he would have died defending the Temple, he felt better on his decision to stay with the children and protect them until they would be safe.

That same night they went to the palace on Alderaan and officially met Bail Organa, Senator for Alderaan, who looked really like the man that tried to help them that first night at Dex’s house. In Obi-Wan’s defense, he had never liked politics, and wouldn’t have trusted a Senator, even if he had known that that man was, indeed, Senator Organa.

Queen Breha welcomed them in her palace as long as they wanted. Coruscant wasn’t a place for the children, and the Temple was still a place full of death in the Force. Besides, Master Windu was still recovering, so it was better to have them all reunited in the same place together.

The children liked the palace, and Queen Breha was a great host to them. She gave them places to run and play all over the palace. Obi-Wan was reassured with so many guards looking for them, if something happened again, they would be looked for.

A few days after moving to the palace, a big ship arrived. Obi-Wan didn’t have to look at the logs to know who was there. He recognised his Force Signature the moment he breached the atmosphere. Bail didn’t agree with his arrival, nor Breha, and Master Windu would prefer to not be near the man. When he landed on the landing pad, Obi-Wan was arguing with the royal couple.

“I don’t want him on my planet, Obi-Wan,” Breha said. She wasn’t a woman to whom you could not say no easily.

“He’s not going to hurt anyone. He doesn’t have a reason, nor is he in danger.”

“Tell that to Master Windu,” countered Bail. “He isn’t here because he dreads the man, but because he doesn’t trust him near the children. And we agreed with him.”

Obi-Wan put his hands on his waist. “When did you have that conversation with Master Windu? Those children are my responsibility. I do not appreciate being left aside when those decisions are made.”

“We thought that you cannot be neutral…”

Obi-Wan interrupted Senator Organa. “You do not wish to finish that sentence, Senator, in a moment Dearheart. I protected those children from the moment the Temple fell, and I’ll not let anyone, whatever their position or rank, decide their future based on groundless assumptions. Until Master Windu’s full recovery, I’m the sole responsible for them. If you dare to make another decision without me, you won’t see us ever again. Is that clear?” He turned then towards Anakin, who had arrived at their position. “Hello, my love.”

Anakin smiled with a dumb smile. “Need my help? I can maim, torture, kill, or even propose a very charming and fast ship to the other side of the galaxy.”

Obi-Wan laughed. He hadn’t laughed like that since the last time he saw the Sith Lord. He had missed him dearly.

“I think it would be quite alright.”

Anakin shook his head and took him in his arms. “Now it’s alright.” He sank his nose on the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply. “I thought you had died.”

Obi-Wan caressed his golden curls. “So I’ve been told. And they told me that you have been quite dramatic about it.”

Anakin squished him a little more in his arms. “I’ll not survive losing you. Not the galaxy. Nothing makes sense without you.”

Obi-Wan knew that he should chastise Anakin for this possessiveness, that his role, as a Jedi, should be to serve the entire galaxy. But he found it quite difficult when he was so perfectly wrapped in his arms.

“I’ve missed you.”

“You are not leaving my side in the next sixty years.”

“NOOOOOOO!!!” A bunch of children came running from every possible hidden way and wrapped themselves in Obi-Wan’s waist and legs. “If Obi-Wan stays with you, he will not be able to take care of us.”

“And who's going to be my Master?” said one little girl, to Anakin’s growing horror. “I’ve already decided he’s going to be my Master when I’m going to be of age.”

“Forget it!” said another one. “I’m older, he’s going to be mine.”

“I wanted to be his Padawan!” cried a third. “I already selected the beads for my braid.”

“No one is going to be Obi-Wan’s Padawan!!” panicked Anakin, looking at all the children around them as if he didn't understand how they had materialized near him. “He doesn’t take Padawans.”

“And who says that?” Obi-Wan smirked. “I like those children. And if I want the title of Master, I have to knight at least one Padawan, you know?”

He faced a group of very happy faces with stars in their eyes, and one distraught face.

“Then knight me!” busted out Anakin. “I know everything there is to know about the Force, and I can handle the Light Side.”

“That’s cheating!!” All the children revolted. “You are an adult, and we were first!”

Anakin stuck his tongue out. But it wasn’t what attracted Obi-Wan’s attention.

“You can handle the Light Side?!”

Anakin shrugged. “Of course. I’m the son of the Force. Light Side, Dark Side; there is no difference for me.” He came close to Obi-Wan’s ear. “And I know you like I call you ‘Master’... Master.”

“ANAKIN!!”

Obi-Wan was sure he was blushing. And he was sure that Master Windu would have a heart attack when he would tell him that Darth Vader wanted to be knighted in the Jedi Order just because he was jealous of a bunch of Younglings that wanted to be his Padawans. But that night, in his bed, in Anakin’s arms, surrounded by the stubborn younglings who didn’t want to leave his side, he was also sure that things were going to be alright. The Force felt lighter, as if it wanted to confirm his feelings. He fell asleep in Anakin’s arms, surrounded by happiness.

#Himilcefics #tumblr asks #Too many endermeants for Vader #vaderkin #It should have been a cute ficlet #I swear I don’t know from where Order 66 came from #Like in Canon #happy ending #vaderwan #obi wan kenobi #darth vader #my writing

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TWILIGHT SAGA SENTENCE STARTERS. feel free to change pronouns / change the sentence(s) to your liking.

Happy Meme Day!!! If you want to take part all you have to do is reblog this post. Remember if you reblog to send them out to EVERYONE who also does. Meme lasts from today until the next Sunday (the 26th of May).

❛ i’ve got it, i’ve got it! i’m all right! ❜

❛ you fell down two flights of stairs. you went through a window. ❜

❛ i’ll do whatever it takes to make you safe again. ❜

❛ you’re in here because of me. ❜

❛ ( name ), calm down, everything’s alright. ❜

❛ you just can’t say stuff like that to me. ever. ❜

❛ rip him apart and burn the pieces. ❜

❛ where else am i gonna go? ❜

❛ where should i meet you? ❜

❛ i put a new can of pepper spray in your bag. ❜

❛ i’d never given much thought to how i’d die. ❜

❛ c’mon, we gotta talk boys! are you being safe? ❜

❛ dying in the place of someone i love seems like a good way to go. ❜

❛ i have to go home now. you have to take me home. ❜

❛ you were a stubborn child, weren’t you? ❜

❛ when everything’s done, i’m going to come back and get you. ❜

❛ leave me alone! it’s over! get out! ❜

❛ that’s gonna be a home run, right? ❜

❛ i’m gonna make it go away. i’ll make it go away. ❜

❛ what am i gonna say to him? ❜

❛ death is peaceful. easy. life is harder. ❜

❛ i just want to try one thing. stay really still. ❜

❛ i can’t hurt him. ❜

❛ ( name ), you are my life now. ❜

❛ this isn’t real. this kind of stuff doesn’t exist. ❜

❛ we can do more stuff together. ❜

❛ you’re not gonna drive home right now. ❜

❛ ( name ), c’mon. i just— i just got you back. ❜

❛ why don’t you lemme drive? ❜

❛ if i don’t leave now then i’m just gonna be stuck here like _. ❜

❛ what if he kills one of us first? ❜

❛ babe, c’mon, it’s just a game. ❜

❛ is it enough just to have a long and happy life with me? ❜

❛ i’ll keep her safe, ( name ). ❜ ❛ you’re ready right now? ❜

❛ i/we won’t be bothering you anymore. ❜

❛ i dream about being with you forever. ❜

❛ if anything happens, i swear to god. ❜ ❛

❝ I decided as long as I'm going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly. ❞

❝ I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be.❞

❝ What if I'm the bad guy/girl/person? ❞

❝ Do I dazzle you? ❞

❝ The right thing isn't always real obvious. ❞

❝ You’re still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren’t you? ❞

❝ I am not really breaking any rules. ❞

❝ You think I regret saving your life? ❞

❝ I always say too much when I'm talking to you. That's one of the problems. ❞

❝ I know love and lust don't always keep the same company. ❞

❝ Do you like scary stories? ❞

❝ No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end. ❞

❝ I miss you. ❞

❝ Distract me, please. ❞

❝ You really should stay away from me. ❞

❝ It's too easy to be myself with you. ❞

❝ It's not the end. It's the beginning. ❞

❝ Your hair looks like a haystack, but I like it. ❞

❝ I'd rather know what you're thinking - even if what you're thinking is insane. ❞

❝ Can't you just thank me and get over it? ❞

❝ You've got a bit of a temper, don't you? ❞

❝ I don’t like to lie – so there’d better be a good reason why I’m doing it. ❞

❝ Without the dark, we'd never see the stars. ❞

❝ I hate you for making me want you so much. ❞

❝ Immortality must grant endless patience. ❞

❝ I'd rather die than stay away from you. ❞

❝ I love you. It's a poor excuse for what I'm doing, but it's still true. ❞

❝ I wished there was some way to explain how very uninterested I was in a normal human life. ❞

❝ I'm feeling extremely insignificant! ❞

BONUS! UNDER THE CUT, FIND A FEW MORE FROM NEW MOON AND ECLIPSE:

"what part of 'mortal enemies' is too complicated for you to—"

"i don't think you should dump all your other friends for your boyfriend."

"sure, sure. i'll stop by your crypt after school."

"do you really think hurting her is better than protecting her?"

"i thought it would be something faintly realistic."

"look after my heart — i've left it with you."

"if i get hurt, it was because i tripped."

"i'm not going to hide out in the forest while you all take risks for me."

"let's get this stupid party over with."

"i am not really breaking any rules."

"i wondered why i was being so formal. must be the nerves."

"how can we be friends, when we love each other like this?"

“you try very hard to make up for something that was never your fault.”

“you didn’t choose this kind of life, and yet you have to work so hard to be good.”

“you’re the very best part of my life.”

“it was exactly what was to be expected.”

“i’d rather deal with real zombies than watch a romance.”

“can i help you with something? you look lost.”

“your friends are a lot more interesting than mine.”

“five foot four is perfectly average.”

“you’re like a little doll.”

“do i look like i tripped in your garage and hit my head on a hammer?”

“you can be so out of it sometimes.”

“i’m in the mood for action. bring on the blood and guts!”

#meme day

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Exclusive shipping - you only ship this character with another character and don't allow any other ships for that muse

Dropping threads - ending a thread without continuing it

Soft block - when you block someone and then unblock them, which unfollows them from your blog

Mun =/= Muse - The Mun is not their characters and does not advocate for everything their muses do

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barbex · 7 months

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happy friday!! From the emotionally charged sentence starters, how about: ❝ why do you stick around? what is it you think you see in me? ❞

For @dadrunkwriting, thank you for this prompt! It's only fitting that this is a continuation from your last prompt, for which I wrote the Amnesia ficlet (https://barbex.tumblr.com/post/728915573761785856/happy-friday-from-the-emotionally-charged). Someone teach me how to write short because this is 2500 unedited words. I could say I'm sorry, but I'm not 😂😂😂.

Another fenders ficlet, of course.

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Fenris' life in Kirkwall is not busy. Unless Hawke calls on him for a job, he has an astonishing amount of free time every day, something he never experienced as a slave. When he told Varric that he practises dance routines in the mansion's hall, it was only half of a lie. It's not dance movements, but stretches and martial arts forms. As a slave, every moment of his life had a purpose, even if it just meant to watch his master for mood changes. The first few weeks in the mansion, he didn't know what to do with himself, the walls closing in, the rotten corpses staring at him.

Training, focussing on his fighting forms, saved his sanity.

Reading is a new way of spending his time, ever since Hawke taught him how. He discovered that he can spend a lot of time in a book, not even noticing the hours passing by, except for his legs cramping and a pinch in his neck. Sometimes he catches himself looking over his shoulder, as if someone would punish him for doing this. Reading. Him, a slave.

But he seems to have found another pastime, recently. Taking off his sword, he steps into Anders' clinic, and leans it against the armor stand next to Lirene's desk. She placed it there just for his sword.

"Hello, Fenris," Lirene says, smiling at him. It took her a while to relax around him, but by now, he seems to have become a normal sight at the clinic. He washes his hands in a basin, looking over the line of people. It's a busy day once again, people of all kinds and races waiting in line for Lirene to write them into the book. One of the assistants takes the patients into the next room, sorting them by urgency with a well trained eye. Fenris does not feel comfortable doing that, he doesn't know enough about injuries and illnesses, but he knows how to help someone onto a cot, how to hold them down, and he knows how to clean and wash.

Currently he washes bandages, or scraps of fabric being used as bandages. His finger are cold as he rinses them out, and he sighs with relief when he can move to the heated water to scrub them with soap. It's simple work, but nothing he has ever done before, at least in what he remembers from his life. It is kind of soothing, to use ones hands like this, while his thoughts wander elsewhere.

Currently — and annoyingly — his thoughts tend to wander to the one man in the clinic he always claims to hate and distrust. And — annoyingly again — if he is honest with himself, it is not true. Not anymore. Not since he had to accept that they had been so much closer while he had forgotten his fear of magic. He still has no memory of that time and Anders doesn't talk about what happened between them, but even with his limited experience, he can guess from his behaviour. They were friends. Maybe even more than that.

Anders kneels in front of a crying elven girl, speaking gently, while his hand brushes over her sprained wrist. Soon, the girl stops crying and smiles at Anders. He smiles back, so soft and caring, his eyes twinkling as he whispers something to her. The girl giggles and runs over to Lirene, who takes a piece of candy from a glass and hands it to her. Her parent wants to follow her but Anders holds them back, all softness gone from his face, glaring at the elven father.

"How did that happen?" he hisses out.

"I don't... I don't know what you mean," the young man stutters.

Anders grabs the elf's wrist and twists it. "Someone did this to her, only worse. That kind of injury doesn't just happen."

The man tries to pull his arm away, looking at Fenris as if asking for help. But seeing that no help is coming, he finally turns back to Anders and crumbles. "I work as a gardener for a family in Hightown, and Pirrina came around to go home with me and she got in the way... a cup broke. The master was very angry."

Anders looks about ready to murder someone. "The name."

"Please, Healer, I need that job."

"I understand." His gaze falls on Fenris, who only now realises that he has been staring at Anders. "Nothing will fall back on you or your family. Give me the name, please."

"The Verdalens."

Anders nods. "Take Pirrina home. Everything will be alright."

Fenris throws another bundle of soiled bandages into the pot and stirs them in the soapy water. He recognizes the expression in Anders' face, that determined crease around his mouth. Anders is ready to go into battle.

For a few hours, everything continues on as usual, the stream of patients a constant. The later it gets, the more the stream changes from Lowtown families to foundry workers, hacking up their lungs as they come in. Injured from the various gang wars show up in between, and Anders treats everyone the same way, with the same calm patience, his hands glowing with healing or handing out potions.

Fenris doesn't flinch anymore when Anders uses his magic. He has seen it too often by now. The mage works himself to exhaustion every night, and Fenris would be a fool if he'd still compared him to power crazy magisters.

At last, it's quiet, Anders sits down on a chair and shakes out his hands. Tiredness wavers around him like a dark cloud. Fenris watches him, waiting for that determined crease to reappear.

Lirene hands a plate with two sandwiches to Fenris and gestures towards Anders. "Make sure he eats his." She leaves with a wave, before Fenris can ask how feeding the mage has become his job.

Holding the sandwich out to Anders, Fenris waits for the mage to acknowledge it. "Eat, mage."

"Ordering me around, huh?" Anders looks at the sandwich and shakes his head. "Not hungry."

"Stop being annoying," Fenris says. "You need your strength."

"If I'm so annoying, why do you stick around? Why do you care about my strength?" He takes the sandwich and takes a bite. "Fuck me, this is good." The sandwich is gone in three more bites.

Fenris holds out his own sandwich.

"That's yours," Anders says, staring at him.

"I had lunch, you didn't. You need it more."

After a short hesitation, Anders takes the sandwich and inhales it like the other one. He keeps glancing at Fenris as he chews. When he's done eating, he keeps looking at Fenris, a soft expression on his face. "Thank you, I didn't realise..." He licks his lips and his eyes widen as he quickly turns away.

Fenris can't deny that he has been staring at those lips. He could touch them, with his fingertip, or with his lips. But he won't. He stands up, walking to the armor stand to pick up his sword. Not because he cannot stay this close to Anders and his gentle eyes and soft lips, and his golden hair he wants to touch... He shakes himself, willing these strange thoughts away. "What will you do now?"

"About what?"

"The Verdalens, where the little girl got hurt."

"Oh that." Anders grins like a cat. "I'm just going to spook them a bit."

"But you can't risk the father losing this job."

"Don't worry, I won't do that." Anders puts on his coat and stuffs a small leather bag and two potion vials into the pockets. Picking up his 'walking stick' from behind a curtain, he lets Fenris step out of the clinic and locks the door behind them. "It's a bit of a walk to the Verdalens, if you want to come along."

"Yes, I'm going with you."

"I thought so." Anders dances down the stairs, more energetic than Fenris has seen him before.

Fenris frowns as he catches up with Anders. "You knew I would come along?"

"You've been watching over me for weeks now, frowning and growling." Anders' voice is strangely neutral. "I'm not sure what you expect to see. Maybe you're waiting for me to explode, or transform into a demon, or — oh, I know." He looks directly at Fenris, making it hard to breathe. "You're waiting for me to do bloodmagic and mindfuck someone. Of course." Anders turns back to the path and walks faster. "It's not going to happen, but I guess you can never be too careful."

The assessment is painful but correct. He used to be like that. When he learned that Anders let himself be possessed, he watched the mage, fearing and waiting for the moment when he would give in to his demon. And seeing a mage with such power at his hands, more powerful than any magister he has ever known, Fenris naturally assumed that he would hunger for more and turn to bloodmagic at any moment.

Fenris hurries to catch up with Anders. "I know you are not a bloodmage." He stares at his feet. "And I know you're not going to explode."

Two fingers touch his chin and lift his head. He recoils from the touch, his markings glowing.

Anders rips his hand away. "Sorry, I shouldn't, fuck. I know I shouldn't touch you." He stops and waits for Fenris to look at him. "Please, forgive me, it won't happen again."

Fenris calms his markings, taking a step closer to Anders. "Explain."

"The way you look down when you speak..." Anders fidgets, looking anywhere but at Fenris. "I've seen that before. The elves in the alienage act like that when one of the guards asks them something. Mages speak like that to templars in the Circle." He finally looks at Fenris. "Slaves speak like that, keeping their heads down. For safety."

It is hard to breathe. Fenris feels like he has been stripped of his armor, defenceless in front of this mage, who sees him like nobody else.

"It's just a habit," Anders says easily. "You're not a slave anymore, you'll get over it, like with everything you set your mind to."

A storm churns in Fenris' mind, too many thoughts at once. Anders obviously knows him well and for the hundredth times he wonders what happened between them in that stretch of time he doesn't remember. The sense of loss settles over him again, the feeling that he is missing something he doesn't even remember having.

"Here we are, this is the backyard of their mansion."

Fenris needs a moment to come back to the present. "Are you planning of storming in and —"

"No, nothing like that. These people wouldn't care anyway, but with one thing, all these noble gits are the same. They're superstitious." Anders grins at him, mischievousness twinkling in his eyes. "They're all obsessed about dalish ghosts and such nonsense, so we're going to shake them up a bit."

Anders creeps up to the backdoor opens one of the vials from his pocket and twitches his finger over the opening. Smoke wafts from the small bottle, disappearing through the keyhole. He gestures for Fenris to follow him and walks around the corner of the building, ducking under the windows, until he comes up to one where bright light spills out into the garden. Peeking over the edge, he nods. "There they are, master and mistress. Now let's set that ghost to work."

Somehow, with the combination of the smoke wafting into the room, a screaming grenade thrown into the room, and sparkling powder blown through a gap in the window frame, Anders' magic forms a ghostly figure floating through the room. He sings some sort of incantation with a distorted, throaty voice, sounding vaguely elven. Anders somehow projects his voice to the smoke ghost, his face contorting as he promises a terrible destiny to those who anger the dalish ghosts and Fenris has to press his hand to his mouth to not give their position away with his laughter. Anders looks at him, a boyish grin on his face as he projects a gravely laugh to the ghost.

Inside, the woman screams and the man tries to fight the ghost with a candlestick, burning himself with hot wax. Among the screams, somewhere a door claps and Anders grabs Fenris' hand and runs back the way they came, through the backyard and out into the backroads. Still giggling, he runs, pulling Fenris behind him, until a dark alley opens at their side. In the darkness, Anders lets go of his hand, leans against the wall and laughs out once more. "Oh, that was fun. Did you see their faces? They were so shocked."

Fenris joins in his laughter, wondering when the last time was he laughed this much. "Do you think they'll treat their staff better now?"

"I don't know, maybe." Anders wipes at his eyes and chuckles to himself. He glances at Fenris through his hair. It has fallen out of its tie, a golden curtain in front of his face. He wipes it back, pushing the strains behind his ears. "Did you have fun?"

Fenris breathes out with another giggle, rasing his head to look at Anders. He steps forward, taking Anders' hand back in his. "Yes, I had fun." He doesn't quite know what he is doing, but holding Anders' hand, stepping closer to him, close enough to feel the heat of his body — it feels right.

"Fenris?" Anders looks from his hand to Fenris' lips and back.

"I wondered... when I had that amnesia..." He steps closer, his breastplate touching Anders' chest. "Did we kiss?"

Anders' expression darkens. "Don't ask me that."

"That is answer enough." Fenris stretches up on his toes, feeling brave. "Can we do it again?"

"Only if..." Anders bites his lips, taking a shuddering breath. "Only if you don't hate me afterwards."

Fenris' heart beats faster. There is a draw to Anders, a feeling of familiarity that assures him that he has done this before. A hole in his mind he needs to fill. Now, he wants to remember. "I promise." He stretches up and catches Anders' lips.

For a moment, they just stand there, lips carefully touching, but then Anders lets out a sigh and surges forward, his arms wrapping around Fenris' shoulders. "Fen," he whispers and it sounds like a prayer.

Fenris may not remember their kisses, but he knows in his heart that this is a real one. They devour each other as if they have to sate a terrible hunger, lips smacking, tongues touching, sharing each others breath. Pleasure and desire runs down his back like electric sparks, his body pressing harder against Anders, as if he craved this closeness without realising. His hands find their way under Anders' shirt, brushing over his chest.

"Fen, Fen, love." Anders kisses along his jaw, until he reaches the curve of his throat. Fenris shudders at the touch, his whole body reacting to the pleasure. He didn't even know. "I've missed you," Anders mumbles against his throat.

"I'm here." Fenris slides his hands into Anders' hair. "I was here the whole time."

"Not like this." Anders stops kissing him, breathing hard. "You were there, like an image but not..."

"I am sorry," Fenris says, touching his finger to Anders' lips. "I'm sorry for hurting you so."

"It's alright. Just..." Anders takes his hand and presses it to his chest. "Just take me home, love."

"Home?"

Anders nods. "Your place."

Home. His mansion. Fenris breathes against the sudden tightness in his chest. "Come then. This time, I want to remember."

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