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mahoutoons · 2 years

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Sonic Dimensions: Chapter 1 - The Beginning

HELLO ALL ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I HAD A MAJOR FANFIC PROJECT.

anyways, this is sonic dimensions. i've been working on an origin story for my sonic oc, serena the butterfly, and here it is. i've also made two new ocs for this story - eris the cat who's the antagonist along with eggman, and harmonia the cat, who's eris' twin sister.

also one thing to note - serena has a stutter, so that will show in her dialogue.

i hope you all enjoy this!

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It was a sunny day outside. Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and Amy were at Tails’ house, having a relaxing day. Knuckles initially hadn’t wanted to be there, but Amy convinced him to take a break and relax, so he relented. The four friends were playing a racing game. Sonic and Knuckles were toe to toe in the finish line and were getting competitive. But at the last second, Tails overtook them and finished first. He was followed by Amy, then Sonic, and finally, Knuckles. “Aw come on!” Knuckles yelled. “I was so close!” “I’m always of the opinion that you should save your best powerups for last,” Tails said. “Well, but we all know I would’ve won if Tails didn’t race ahead,” Sonic claimed. “No way! I was in the lead!” Knuckles retorted. “Nah, I was clearly beating you!” Sonic asserted. “Enough you two,” Amy chided. “Knuckles, I called you here to relax, not get angrier! Now both of you calm down. It doesn’t matter who wins. All that matters is that we’re having fun.” “Aw alright,” Knuckles groaned. “Wanna have a rematch, Knux?” Sonic teased. “Oh its on!” The two looked each other in the eye for what seemed like an eternity. There was a fire between them. “Alright you two, no need to get heated up,” said Amy. “Who wants more cookies?” “I do!” all the boys said unanimously. “Alright, I’m making more cookies,” said Amy. “Tails, could you help me?” “Sure.” “Can we help?” asked Sonic. “You two can just watch. If I ask you both for help you’ll likely burn down the house.”

Tails and Amy went into the kitchen. “Tails, could you please pass me the butter?” asked Amy. “Alright.” Tails opened the fridge and got out the butter. He passed it to Amy.

Suddenly, there was a bright light. The quarter shielded their eyes. The entire house was filled with a yellow light. It seemed there was an explosion, but there was no sound outside. “What…. What was that?” asked Amy. “It wasn’t some sort of lightning…. Was it?” Tails asked. “Whatever it is, lets go check it out!” Sonic said.

The group went outside, looking for what caused the explosion. “There’s nothing here” said Knuckles. “Guys, look over there!” Tails pointed to something. Just a little away from their house, someone lay unconscious. “That person must be hurt! Lets go check on them!” Tails exclaimed. They went closer to the person. She was a butterfly, and was purple in colour. She wore a blue frock with pink highlights and a bow in the middle, and blue boots. She wore a pink bow in her hair and yellow bracelets on her hands. She had antennae on her head and her wings were purple with white spots at the end of them. She was lying there, not breathing. “Is she okay?” asked Sonic. Tails took her hand to check her pulse. “She’s fine,” Tails assured them. “She’s probably just unconscious. We’ll just have to take her inside.”

Sonic carried the unconscious girl and the group went back inside the house. Sonic laid the girl on the sofa. “I’ll make some tea for her to make her feel better,” said Amy. She went to the kitchen and started making tea while the boys watched over her.

Slowly, the girl stirred. She opened her eyes to see Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles looking at her. “She’s finally coming!” Tails announced. “W…. Where am I? What happened?” the girl drawled. “There was an explosion outside and when we went to check it out, we found you lying unconscious,” said Sonic. “Are you okay?” “I…. s-suppose so…” the girl stuttered. Amy came from the kitchen with a cup of tea in her hand. “Ah, you’re finally awake!” Amy exclaimed. “Here, drink this,” Amy offered the girl some tea. “You’ll feel better.” The girl took the tea and drank a sip. “What exactly happened?” asked Knuckles. “Ah…. I…. m-m-my memory’s fuzzy…” the girl hesitated. “But…. ah, I r-remember I was in a c-c-cave, for….. T-to find a gift for my m-mother for her birthday…. I thought I’d f-find some gems there….. But then I found th-these bracelets…. And they…. They were shining…. So b-brightly…. I thought they w-w-were beautiful so… I t-took them….. B-b-but the moment I touched them, they s-started floating…. A-snd attached themselves to m-my wrists…. And then I felt a w-weird power flowing through me……. And….. and these l-light balls started coming from my hands…. I-I-I couldn’t c-c-control them and… b-before I knew it, I’d created a huge explosion and……. Did….. did you say you found me outside your house?” “Yeah” Tails confirmed. “That’s s-strange….. I w-was in the f-f-forest near my house….. How did I…….” “You said those bracelets gave you strange powers?” asked Tails. “Y-Yeah,” the girl said. “How strange…. Can I have them? I can analyze them and see what’s causing it.” “S-sure.” The girl removed her bracelets. Tails reached out for them but the moment he touched the bracelets, he got an electric shock. “Oww, what was that?” he sputtered. Sonic touched them, but he too got an electric shock. “Ow, what the heck?!” Sonic exclaimed. “That’s strange… let me just…” “Knuckles no!” Amy called out. Knuckles touched the bracelets and was met with the same fate. “What is up with these bracelets?!” he ranted. The girl put the bracelets back on. “The bracelets don’t let anyone but her touch them,” said Tails. “Th-that’s so strange….. Unless….. N-n-no, it can’t be…. They’d n-never choose s-someone like me,” the girl stammered. “Unless what?” asked Tails. “Tell us.” “These b-bracelets…. They c-could be the Rings of Light.” “The Rings of Light? What’s that?” asked Sonic. “You…. you d-don’t know a-a-about the Rings of Light? But…. e-e-everyone knows about them….. They’re one of our l-legendary treasures….” “Nope. Never heard of ‘em,” Sonic asserted. “Then…. You’ve n-never heard of the story of Eris and Harmonia?” The group shook their heads. “But…. e-e-everyone in the S-Sol dimension knows about them.” “Did you just say you’re from the Sol dimension?” asked Sonic. “Yes. Is…. Is this not…. Th-the Sol dimension?” “Nope.” “Then…. Wh-where am I? If I’m not in th-the Sol dimension….” The girl started to get nervous. “I’m….. I’m in a-a-another d-d-dimension…. I’m… I’m far from home…. Mom and dad are gonna be so worried about me…. I’ll m-miss mom’s birthday….. What if I can never go home…. What if…” “Hey, hey, its gonna be okay,” Amy assured her. “Just breathe.”

The girl took a few deep breaths and then calmed down. “Okay….. I-ff this is not the Sol dimension…. Then…. Then how….. Did I get here? And…. h-how do you guys know about the Sol dimension?” “Tails and I have been there a few times,” said Sonic. “R-Really?” “Yeah. And we’re all good friends with Blaze.” “Y-y-y-you’re f-f-friends with the princess?!” the girl exclaimed. Her mood suddenly shifted. “Is she…. Is sh-she as cool as they all say?” “Yep. Blaze is pretty cool,” said Sonic. “A-a-and you can talk about her so casually too….” “Anyways, don’t worry. We’ve been to the Sol dimension and come back. We’ll find a way to get you home too, err…. What’s your name?” Tails asked. “S-Serena. Serena the butterfly.” “Nice to meet you, Serena. I’m Sonic. Sonic the hedgehog.” “Sonic? So…. y-you’re the Sonic I hear people talk about sometimes?” “That’s me,” Sonic winked. “They…. they say…. you s-s-saved the Sol dimension a-alongside our princess…. Is that true?” “Its all true,” Sonic bragged. “Wow…. I-I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you.” “I’m Tails, by the way.” “Knuckles the echidna.” “I’m Amy Rose. Its a pleasure to meet you.” “Amy Rose…. That’s…. S-such a pretty name,” said Serena. “Aw, thanks. Serena is a beautiful name too.” “Alright, so lets work on a way to get Serena home!” said Tails.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake. "Wha-What?! An earthquake?!" Amy exclaimed. "Oh gosh…. it must be her…." Serena said. "Her?! Her who?!" Knuckles asked. “Eris… the previous p-princess of the S-sol dimension, hundreds of years ago…” “Well if she’s a princess of the Sol dimension then maybe she’s like Blaze,” said Sonic. The group went outside to find a large tear in the sky. In front of it, stood an almost transparent red cat. She had long hair, green eyes, and wore a purple gown with sequins that sparkled like stars. She was beautiful, but when she stared down at the group, her eyes were filled with fury. It was as if she could burn someone with just a look. And now, her eyes were directed at Serena. “Who dares to steal my precious rings!” she thundered. “Hiya, you must be Eris!” Sonic said. “Nice to meet ya, Princess. I’m Sonic the hedgehog.” “Sonic, what are you doing? Can’t you see what she did?” Amy asked, pointing at the tear in the sky. “Do not be smug with me, hedgehog!” Eris hissed. “Or I will kill you along with the butterfly.” “M-M-Me?” Serena stuttered. “You have my precious rings. Give them back to me, or meet your demise!” Eris demanded. “N-N-No….?” “Why do you sound so unsure?” asked Amy. “You dare refuse me?!” Eris thundered. “Fine then. You have chosen your end.”

Eris raised her hand and pushed Serena to the back. “Serena!” The other ran towards her. “Do not interrupt!” Eris yelled again. “This matter does not concern you.” She walked slowly towards Serena. “I sensed a bit of hesitation in your voice so I will give you one last chance,” she said a bit softly this time. “Give me the rings.” “I….I….” “She’s not giving you anything!” Amy rushed towards Eris with her hammer but slipped directly through her. “What?” Eris commanded the trees near the house to grab Amy’s hammer. “How did you..” “My dear friend Hecate taught me only the best of magic,” said Eris. Her face seemed to soften at this sentence. But then she went back to her hardened stare. “You don’t stand a chance against me.” “Oh yeah?! Bring it on, ghost lady!” Knuckles barked. He rushed towards her and tried to land a hit, but went right through her. Eris closed her eyes and commanded the wind to blow, so Knuckles was confused and couldn’t open his eyes. “Knuckles, she’s incorporeal,” said Tails. “You can’t hit her!” “That’s right, you will never defeat me.” Serena slowly stepped forward, a bit of light glowing in her hand. “H-H-H-Hey, Eris….. Y-y-you’d better… stay away from them…. Or else I….” “What will you do? You don’t even know how to use the rings yet.” “O-Of course I do… I…” She struggled to keep the little bits of light in her hand. But the light eventually turned bigger. “N-N-N-N-No, no no no…. D-D-D-Don’t get bigger… don’t…” She tried to contain it, but to no avail. The light went all over, before going near Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and Amy. “Whoa, whoa, careful Serena!” Knuckles yelled. “I-I-I’m sorry… I can’t…. I c-c-can’t control these powers….” Serena said. “Just like I thought,” said Eris. “Now, since you’re so defiant, you’ll appreciate becoming a ghost, like me…” Eris raised her hand. But a flame appeared from behind and interrupted Eris. “Agh! What now?!” Blaze appeared with all the Sol emeralds. “Blaze, you’re here!” Amy said. “P-Princess..” Serena said. “Ah, you must be the current princess of the Sol dimension,” said Eris. “Those rings are not for you Eris” said Blaze. “They chose their owner.” “Well they were originally MINE!” “Until you used them for evil. Sorry Eris, but those do not belong to you.”

Blaze used the power of the Sol emeralds to turn into Burning Blaze. “Sonic, I’d suggest you turn into Super Sonic too. That’s the only way we can beat her! Do you have the seven Chaos emeralds?” said Blaze. “As a matter of fact, we do!” said Sonic. “Tails!” “Got it!” Tails went into his workshop and came back with the seven Chaos emeralds. In the meantime, Blaze was fighting Eris. Sonic turned into Super Sonic and soon joined Blaze. This time, they were able to land hits on her. “Th-this dimension….. Has its o-o-own version of th-the Sol emeralds?” asked Serena. “Yes. They’re called the Chaos emeralds here,” said Tails. Sonic and Blaze were busy fighting Eris. At first, it seemed like they were winning. They eventually made Eris disappear. “Yes! We did it!” exclaimed Sonic. “Fools,” Eris said. “Didn’t you forget that I am incorporeal? I cannot be defeated.” She appeared behind them and kicked both of them into a tree. Then she used her power and trapped them in tree branches. “Nooo!” Serena exclaimed. “What are you-?” asked Sonic. With a swing of her hand, Eris was able to take the Chaos emeralds and Sol emeralds from Sonic and Blaze. Then she let them go. “I’ll be taking these powers of yours” said Eris. “No! Eris you can’t! If you use both the Chaos emeralds and Sol emeralds powers there’s no telling what could happen!” Blaze shouted. “Exactly. I want to cause as much chaos as possible, and teach those ungrateful ingrates who shunned me a lesson.” She used the powers of both sets of emeralds as the others watched helplessly. She began to float and her hair flowed even more. Her fur turned black, like the colour of a starless night. Her dress also began to darken and the sequins on it disappeared. Eris also became corporeal. “What incredible power!” Knuckles exclaimed. “I am the being who will cause chaos throughout all dimensions, throughout all time and space, to get my revenge. I am Crisis Eris!” “Crisis Eris?” Sonic asked. Eris raised her hands and summoned dark clouds. Lightning struck multiple times, causing Tails to cling to Sonic. It began to rain heavily. So heavily that within a few minutes, floods began erupting. People began to run, scrambling for shelter. The lightning continued. It struck random places, causing forest fires that somehow, the rain made worse. Electricity began to go out. “This is like what happened in Station Square, but worse!” exclaimed Sonic. “H-How… do we b-beat her like this?” asked Serena. “We can’t!” Tails said. “For now, we have to retreat! Everyone, I have a bunker underneath my house! Follow me there, now! We need shelter!”

“It seems my work here is done. But I am not satisfied. Every dimension needs to feel my rage!” Eris opened up another tear in the sky and went through it.

The group rushed to Tails’ bunker, in the basement of the house. The lightning was still raging outside. “I can’t believe it,” said Blaze. “She’s really alive.” “I…. its my fault…. I b-brought all this on you…. I-i-if I hadn’t found the rings I-” “Its not your fault,” Blaze said, putting an arm on Serena’s shoulder. Serena seemed tensed at this action. “The rings chose you. They would choose an owner eventually,” said Blaze. “And with that, Eris would come back to life.” “Alright, what’s going on here?” asked Sonic. “Who’s Eris? Why does she want those bracelets?” “Eris was a previous princess of the Sol dimension,” said Blaze. “But she never got the title of the Imperial Princess, the one who would guard the Sol emeralds. That honor went to her twin sister, Harmonia. And ever since then she was bitter about it.” “Th-The s-story of Eris and Harmona…. Is t-told throughout the Sol dimension…. I-its a very w-well known story there,” said Serena. “Well, tell us the story,” said Sonic. “Alright then,” said Blaze. “Let me tell you the story of Eris and Harmonia, former princesses of the Sol dimension.”

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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Not sure if you are taking request at all but if you do, do you mind writing something about Harry agreeing to be the birth photographer at the birth of his niece (tom and reader’s daughter) 🥺🤍

this was so interesting!! personally I am way too self conscious to have a photographer when I *eventually* have a kid aha, but I hope this is what u were looking for x x p.s. coming at my brand w the white hearts :)

tomholland x reader

summary: harry gets terrified by toms request about the birth of his child, but the reader smoothes it over

Having just had a round of golf with Harry, Tom invited him back to yours for a cuppa and a catch up too. After all the years of living and travelling with Harry by his side, Harry in particular was massively important to TOm. Especially since he’d moved in with you, Tom constantly made a super special effort to spend as much time with him as possible. Harry had a key and had no quam with letting himself in uninvited. Though since he had walked in at *the wrong time* a bit too frequently, and then the announcement of your pregnancy - he had cut down the unexpected visits.

“So, I actually wanted to ask you something.”

“This does not sound good” Harry furrowed his eyebrows together, looking suspiciously at his brother as he poured the kettle into the two matching ‘Brothers Trust’ mugs.

“Since when? I only ever ask you to do good things?”

“We both absolutely know that is not true.” Harry deadpanned, pointing to the palm of his right hand which carried a large scar. Scar in question had been sustained during one of Tom’s incredibly ‘good’ aka stupid ideas.

“Right fair… I’ll allow that.” He receeded, placing the two mugs onto the counter in front of Harry. All it took was one look at the pale brown colour for Harry to turn his nose up, shooting Tom a look as though he’d just murdered a puppy. The elder of the two sighed, knowing exactly what his brothers snobbiness was about.

“Seriously?”

“It’s not your fault your awful at this, some people just aren’t born with it.” With a sarky pat on the back Harry rounded the counter, pouring the freshly brewed but slightly too milky tea down the drain - before flicking the kettle on to make his own brew… properly this time.

Tom knew his brother well enough to know not to argue or protest, instead perching on the counter as he watched Harry work his ‘magic’.

“But seriously me and Y/n have been talking about the birth cos you know, it’s not too far away now.” This was true, you were now only 3 weeks from your due date - but going by the size of you, you were ready to pop. Quite literally, you didn't know how much longer you could last.

“I’d be concerned if you weren’t mate.”

“Well yeh and I basically um … had the idea to get a photographer for the birth right? It’s quite an American thing but I don’t want to forget anything and I’m sure it’s gonna be magical.” In response, Harry slowly turned around, empty mug in hand and eyes fierce.

“Are you fucking stupid?!”

To be fair to Harry, that had pretty much been your reaction when Tom first suggested it - word for word. He’d got the idea from one of the crew he’d filmed his most recent projects with, the guy had been raving about how beautiful it was and once he’d shown the pictures to Tom - he had to agree. Eventually Tom had worn you down to it and actually the idea of being able to save the moment you met your kid for the first time didn’t sound too bad. You had firmly set the boundaries of no photos of your ‘labour face’ and absolutely nothing from the ‘other end of the bed.’

The worry for both of you, as it always was given Tom’s reputation, was privacy. Especially the birth of your child, having a stranger there had you straight refusing, even a friend seemed still a little invasive. It was only when Tom had remembered he had a brother (who you were also incredibly close to) who was handy with a camera. Even if he had no experience with this particular type of photography, Harry was a pretty safe pair of hands for a camera in any situation. God knows he’s had enough practice at it.

“No hear me out, Y/n agreed too-“

“Of course this was your idea! So she’s totally fine with me staring at her fanny through a camera lens?”

“Harry” That was a warning tone, which the frizzy haired boy chose to completely ignore.

“No I-I mean, you want me to stare at your finances bits? Isn’t that some sort of weird incsest?”

“Shut the fuck up about Y/n’s body. You OBVIOUSLY wouldn’t be taking photos of that end, more like when the baby gets handed to us you know?”

“When its covered in gunk that came out of Y/n?”

“I’m pretty sure they clean it-“

“Not properly!”

Thankfully perhaps, the conversation was interrupted by the kettle clicking off, the water coming to a boil. With a huff Harry turned round, pouring and then stirring the tea as Tom watched his back from a distance. Neither spoke till after Harry finished, returning the milk to the fridge and then leaning against the counter top.

“Look I get it if you dont want to but your the only one Y/n trusts to do it and it means a lot to me.”

“Y/n wants me to stare at her fanny?!”

“No calm down you div. But you are the only one she trusts to be in the room when our first child is born. Will you just think about it?”

Harry opened his mouth to reply, probably protest, but before he could the front door opened and you called through the house.

“Tom? I’m home!” And becasue the boy was whipped he instantly trotted to the front door giving you a peck on your lips. He murmured to you that Harry was there, his lips moving against yours and you nodded with a small smile. You knew, instantly, that Tom in all his idiocy hadn’t handled it well.

“Would you mind getting all the shopping from car? Pregnant and all, so I’m not allowed to lift a finger.” You cocked your head, laughing as he rolled his eyes with a nod.

“I’m excited for when you can't play that card.”

“But then I’ll be the women who pushed a baby out for you… the mother of your child.” Winking, you then quickly moved through the house before he could protest, just knowing he was pulling a pouty face as he watched you sway away.

Once in the kitchen you saw Harry nursing his mug like it was the last drink on earth, hunched over it from where he was sitting on a stool on the breakfast bar.

“ You lose at golf?” Opening the conversation, Harry instantly shot his head up, looking slightly terrified to see you.

“Wha- no, no I didn’t actually.”

“Tom asked you huh?” He nodded, seemingly not wanting to commit with words. “I had exactly the same face when he first told me. It’s weird right?”

“Yeh no shit.”

“He’s really keen on it though, I mean he’s like an excited puppy about the whole birth.”

“But you want it too?”

“Sort of. What I do want is for him to be happy though. And I’m fairly certain he’s gonna be terrified throughout the whole birth while I won’t be in a position to help himl.”

“You’ll probably have other stuff on your mind to be fair.” You laughed, at that, nodding in agreement with him.

“Just a little. I did think though, who is a person who I can trust to look after him too during that... and even I draw a line at your dad… Look if you don't want to, I totally get it and I can’t promise that I won’t be screaming at you during if you do. But it would comfort me to know you were there, with or without the bloody camera.”

“Seriously?” Rather than exclaiming it, Harry whispered in shock, not expecting this sort of a revelation.

“Course H! You're my little brother too.”

“I might pass out.”

“So will your brother, at least he won’t be on his own then.”

“I’ll do it.”

“Thnakyouthankyouthankyou!” You squealed, running over to hug him from the back, arms round his shoulders as he squirmed on the stool.

It was at this point Tom walked back in after unloading the ridiculous amount of baby clothes shopping you had done. Big strong Tom had to take 2 trips up and down the stairs to the nursery. Of course, all it took was a few words from you and Harry was falling at your feat. He was hardly surprised. Annoyingly you seemed to have this power over all the Hollands. They never stood a chance.

It wasn’t till later than evening, long since Harry had left and the dishwasher had been put on after Tom had made a mess cooking you dinner. Only then did your phone ping with a text message from Sam.

Sam H

‘I dont know what you’ve done to Harry but I’m scared, he’s binge watching one born every minute.’

Immediately you cracked up, knowing that it was his nervous energy and need to ‘be prepared’. Tom, who was lying behind you on the sofa whilst his hands caressing your stomach, jerked his head up intrigued as the what the ‘ding’ was. You showed him and he snorted in laughter too, whilst nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“How did you bring him round by the way?”

“Oh you know, I’ve got all of you wrapped round my little finger when I want.”

“That you do… do you think I should be worried?”

“Nah your just all softies.” Laughing softly, you pulled his arms tighter around you, wiggling back into him a bit more.”

“You didn’t tell him about the godparent thing though?”

“Course not… we can give him a separate heart attack about that.”

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phy-be · 3 years

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| treasured | a david/genya fic

my participation to the mini-bang for @grishaversebigbang ♡ This was so fun to write, and a million thank you to my two wonderful materialki! Please check out their amazing work:

@nuclearnik [link] @zemenipearls [link]

Rating: General Audiences Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, proposal, set between Ruin and Rising and King of Scars, Canon Compliant, david is a nerd and he loves his soul mate very very much, cw: nerdy descriptions of rocks, Grishaverse Minibang Summary:

“David, you didn’t have to…”

He frowned and cocked his head. “Yes, I did. It’s customary to gift a ring when asking someone’s hand in marriage.”

He was never good at understanding social norms, but he was pretty sure he’d gotten that one right.

David pressed the button on the side of his microscope goggles, switching the lens to a more magnifying glass. In the palm of his gloved hand, a crystal gleamed, like sparks of purple fire trapped in stone. The light hit each of its faces in slightly different ways, creating an explosion of colours and geometrical shapes. It was even more beautiful seen up close, when David could not only admire the beauty of the thing, but also the elegant laws of science that made the light refract just so.

Crystals were complicated to work with. Their beauty was due to a highly specific geometry at the molecular level, and any careless alteration could damage their inner core, breaking the stone or making it duller. Even if some were strong enough to cut glass, crystals were precious; they needed to be handled with the utmost care.

David loved working on crystals.

His quiet work was interrupted by anguished sobs coming from the bed.

Quickly, he slipped the stone in a bit of fabric and rushed from his desk. Genya was having another nightmare. Throwing off his glasses and gloves, he hurried to find her on the bed. He took her in a protective embrace as she sobbed, screamed, legs jerking in panic. She clawed at the air around, desperately chasing off a horde of invisible nichevo'ya.

“Stop,” she begged. She wasn’t talking to him.

David held her tighter. Every time he saw her this way, so anguished and pained, helpless to her inner demons, a bitter guilt settled in him, consigned in a single thought: I should have protected her.

Then the guilt faded into hot-white anger — at the Darkling, who had done this to her, who had known how much it would hurt and keep hurting her — until David discarded that emotion, too. Rage and regret were not useful feelings to linger on. Helping Genya get through this, making her pain more bearable — these were the only things that mattered.

Eventually her movements calmed, her hiccupping sobs turning into shallow breaths and silent tears. David caressed her hair, the auburn locks softer than any silk he’d ever felt, and dropped feather-light kisses on her forehead. Genya nestled closer to him, burying her face in his neck. He could feel the wetness of her tears trickling on his skin.

“You’re safe, dear,” he whispered, knowing that he would do everything in his power to make sure this would always be true, from now on. “You’re safe.”

Her grip tightened on his shirt.

“W-were you awake?” she said, her voice still shaken.

David recognized the change of topic as her way to distract herself from the nightmares that lingered in her wakefulness. He played along.

“Yes,” he said, kissing her hair. “I was working late.”

“It’s almost morning,” she murmured. “You work late a lot lately.”

“I’m working on a project.”

“What project?”

David hesitated; Tamar had said he was supposed to keep it a secret. Keeping anything from Genya was hard enough normally, but when she was vulnerable like this, it was downright impossible.

He got up to get the piece of fabric — Genya followed him out of bed, not wanting to let go of his embrace, and he smiled, endeared. Gently, he led her back to the bed, sat next to her, and put his creation in her open palms.

“It’s not finished,” he warned.

Genya carefully unwrapped the silk. Her eyes widened at the sight of the ring, a glistening band of grisha steel wrapping like branches around a rose-shaped stone. When she turned it to get a better look, the candlelight shining through the crystal switched its colour from red, to purple, to blue.

“I altered the refracting index at different levels of the structure to make the crystal polychromatic,” David explained, excited in spite of himself. “I’ve done this with metals before, but never with crystal. It still needs polishing before I can give it to you, though.”

Genya’s eyebrow shot up, looking shocked. “This is for me?”

“Of course.” He admired the ring against Genya’s hand, as beautiful as he’d expected. It would be perfect once she wore it. Silver and red always complemented her pale, rosy skin, the way gold and purple complemented the bronze colour of his own.

“David, you didn’t have to…”

He frowned and cocked his head. “Yes, I did. It’s customary to gift a ring when asking someone’s hand in marriage.”

He was never good at understanding social norms, but he was pretty sure he’d gotten that one right.

“Y-you’re—” Genya croaked, her skin visibly flushed, “you’re proposing to me?”

“Not right now,” David corrected. “Tamar told me it had to be a special moment, so I’m still working on the details of that.”

He’d been thinking of doing it at sunset, for one. The fiery hues of the sky when the sun slipped under the horizon always reminded him of Genya’s hair, and it would look good on the ring. He’d calculated which part of the palace would be the most adequate spot — a corner of the Summoner’s field provided the perfect exposure for the ring to reflect sunrays and shimmer beautifully — but he needed a reason to bring Genya there that wouldn’t alarm her. Tamar had suggested a picnic, which David had found confusing since they never ate on the training grounds, but Genya did enjoy it when he cooked for her.

His thoughts came to a brutal halt when he realized Genya was crying.

David blinked. Had he done something wrong? He was always so bad at this stuff — he couldn’t count how many times he’d offended someone without meaning to, but Genya usually saw past his awkwardness and understood his meaning.

“Genya…” he said, hesitant, “I’m sorry, did I…”

“You’d want to marry me?” she sniffled, eyes cast down, tears gliding down her cheeks.

David was even more confused. Tamar’s advice hadn’t covered that part. “Yes. Of course.” Had that not been clear?

“Why?” Genya met his gaze. “Why would you… We haven’t even been together that long, you can’t know —”

Like the unknotting of a rope, suddenly, David understood. This was just like the imagined nichevo'ya. She was panicked, sure that the worst was yet to come, that she couldn’t be safe in her own home.

Softly, he cupped her cheeks, bringing her closer. He wished he could take some of the burden that weighed on her, carry it on his shoulders instead of hers, for once; wished he knew the right words to make her feel better, the perfect formula to soothe her fear. But this burden was Genya’s, and David was never good with words. All he could say was the truth.

“I agree that our romantic relationship has not been exceedingly long,” he admitted. A year only accounted for a twentieth of their age so far. Five percent of a life, and some change. “But I have been in love with you for seven years, five months, and twelve days. Our friendship is even older than that,” he pressed his forehead against hers, “and I’ve wanted to marry you from the first time you kissed me.”

His lips brushed hers, an echo of that day at the Spinning Wheel, when the bravest woman in the world had first chosen him.

“I realized at the time that this wasn’t a rational impulse,” he conceded, “so I waited to see how our companionship would grow. I believe I’ve now waited long enough to know. I feel at peace in your company, and I want to make you as happy as you make me.” He pulled back a little, retreating his hands. “Unless you do not want that, in which case I will respect—”

Before he could finish, Genya pulled him into a kiss — the dizzying, head-spinning kind of kiss he’d only ever experienced with her. When she kissed him like that, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, lips flush and panting, David’s usually overworking mind would quiet, snuffed out like the wick of a candle, replaced only by her . Soft hair, delicate skin, lips scarred and still wonderful, her scent a unique aroma he’d come to associate with peace, with home.

“Of course I want to,” she whispered against his lips, smiling coyly.

David kissed that smile, then her cheek, then her temple. “I’m relieved to hear that,” he sighed. “I’ll keep working on that proposal, then.”

Genya laughed, sweet and bright — David didn’t care much for music, but he could have listened to Genya’s laugh for hours. He tucked the ring back in the fabric and put it on the nightstand, where it wouldn’t get lost in the sheets, then took off his shoes and his shirt.

They lied together, Genya’s body half on top of his, snuggling close, as though any space between them might bring in the cold.

Genya brushed her fingers on David’s chest, tracing some patterns.

“So,” she said, her voice now clearer, more sure of herself — Genya in daylight, where the monsters couldn’t touch her. “What was that about seven years, five months, and twelve days?”

“Oh, hm…” David said. He could feel his face heat up, and felt irrationally glad for the brown of his skin, unlikely to show any hint of a blush.

Still, he told her the story of that day. Genya had visited the Fabrikator’s laboratory to make a new cosmetic for the queen. She’d been thirteen years old, and already so creative with her powers. At the time David had only reproduced what his masters had taught him as perfectly as he could, never trying to invent, to create.

But there had been Genya Safin, the first of her kind, inventing everything she did.

It wasn’t the first time they’d met, not even the first time they’d enjoyed each other’s company, but it was the first time David had watched her work. He hadn't even bothered saying hi (which he now realized had been rather rude), too eager to ask her question about her experiment. They’d talked, and when David had gone on a long tangent about his favourite way to colour glass, Genya hadn’t been bored or made fun of his enthusiasm, the way the other students usually did if they bothered to listen to him at all.

She’d listened with care and attention, and then she’d given him her opinion — smart, succinct. Perfect.

“How do you even remember the day this happened?” Genya laughed. “It was so long ago.”

David caressed her shoulder, a soothing, circular motion. “I remember everything, when it comes to you.”

“Cheesy,” she grinned.

“Maybe.” He felt his lips quirk in a smile of his own. “But it’s true.”

She rose up to look at him, her expression turning serious.

“I love you,” she said, the words like a promise. “For even longer than that.”

Gently, David took her wrist, and kissed her palm. “Now, let’s not make it a competition.”

“Wise. You know I’d win.”

“My dear,” he smiled against her hand, “I think I share this victory with you.”

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millytempesta · 3 years

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Save me.

Chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4.

Paring: Asahi Azumane x reader

Rating: Fluff, love at first sight (?).

Summary: Asahi is a marine biologist, who is in charge of taking care of the strange creature that they found.But what happens when he discovers that other biologists are experimenting on his precious sea treasure, leaving it a shaky, scared mess?He'll need all the help from his friends to rescue the little fish and take it back to his blue house.

Warnings: This story will contain SMUT, MENTION OF DARK THEMES (Y/n past), MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOMEONE.

A/n: Hiii, I tried my best, this was the story of a comic that I wanted to draw from a long time, but because I can't find myself taking the pen in hand, I decided to try and write it down.I hope you'll like it.English is not my first language, and I don't usually write, so I'm sorry if there is any spell or grammar error.

The sea has always been a place of peace for Asahi, a place where he could submerge and forget, even for a little, all the anxiety that the surface was full of.

When he put his diving suit on, and his mask, it was like he was back into the court, full of energy and excitement, but instead of judging eyes, screams and fakes rumors around him, there were calm, silent and colourful fishes who happily swam through the blue water.

Here he could be himself, showing all his love for the sea creatures, and saving those who were sick or hurt.

Thanks to his natural talent, the Seto Marine Biological Laboratory, offered him one of the most important tasks in his entire career.

Saying he was excited was a euphemism, they discovered a new species, who could apparently communicate in some sort of way with humans, and they chose Asahi as the only person who would be in tight contact with it, taking care of the creature.

What they asked was easy, feeding it, playing with it, stimulating it to see its reactions to the various situations and objects and finally finding a way to let it share its knowledge of the sea with him.

The fact that he was the one chosen for this job made him feel proud of his hard work until now, by what really got him, was that he would have been one of the first people to interact with a new entire species.

They didn’t give him much explanation of it, saying that it was best if no one, excluded the chosen one for this job, knew about it existed before they could understand better its origin and its role in the big blue mass.

Turning the small key under the red button, the colour green appeared in the last level of the elevator, allowing him to push it. After mere seconds -that seemed like hours for the poor brunette- the door finally opened, showing a long corridor full of cameras.

Gulping he started making his way through the dark walls, coming to a stop in front of a metal door. Sliding his personal magnet card, , the door of the most restricted area of the lab opened for him.

With a new wave of excitement he moved fast to the final door, adorned with a shining targ saying “Doctor Azumane Asahi Office”.

Opening it thanks to his magnetic card, he stood shocked on his track.

The room was big, on his left was a huge bookcase that took up the whole wall, in front of it there was a big desk, with a computer, a laptop and a modern desk lamp.

On his right there was a whiteboard and a big table filled with lab equipment that he could use during his research.

In the middle of the room were two armchairs facing what left Asahi shocked;

All the front wall was missing, letting space to a window that faced the huge aquarium that lighted the room of a light blue colour.

The aquarium was deeper than his eyes could see, not letting the light reach the bottom of it, he supposed that the huge tank was the house of the unknown creature… Talking about the creature…

He tried to search for it, but he arrived at the conclusion that it was hiding in the bottom of it.

A ‘bib’ sound was what woke him up from his trance like state. Turning to the door, the head of the project was now standing in front of him.

“Good morning Doctor Asahi, I hope you didn’t have problems finding the office”.

Doctor Furukawa has been one of the kindest people in the lab, always believing in Asahi’s potential, taking him in his lab the day after his graduation.

Bowing respectfully, a shaky smile formed in the brunette's smile.

“Good morning Doctor Furukawa, the walk was fine, I found the office pretty easily, the targ helped a lot thank you”.

Chuckling, he patted his back “Good! Now, I bet you are dying to see it, should we go upstairs?”.

A sparkle of excitement passed through his eyes, nodding eagerly in response.

Laughing at his response, Furukawa pointed to a door situated on the right wall, next to the whiteboard.

“That door will take you directly upstairs to the top of the tank. Is your special entry to the more open side of the aquarium. Other operators in the project will have a separated entry, that will land them in a more closed area, where they won’t be able to be in a more than necessary contact with the creature. We want for it to get used to you, we know how stressful it is for a wild creature to be put in a restricted place, we don’t want to put even more stress on it with lots of new faces every day.”

Walking in the water room, a light music was playing in the background, making Asahi’s nerves relax.

The Doctor reached for a bucket full of fish.

“Apparently it likes music, that’s how we first find it”.

Furukawa passed the buck to the younger Doctor.

“I was with the rescue team near the relit, a poor dolphin got stuck in one of the fish nets on the bottom of the boat.”

Throwing the fish from the buck into the water, both men stilled, waiting for the creature to emerge.

“To celebrate we put some music on, and that’s when it appeared, like a curious child.”

Bubbles picked on the surface, indicating the arrival of something.

“We were, to say the least, shocked.”

Asahi froze.

‘What…’

Colour drained from his face.

He fell on his knees to the ground, staring at the creature.

A very human head picked from under the water, watching with curious eyes the man, making the older man next to him chuckle.

“We thought we were hallucinating.”

A webbed hand emerged, taking hold of a fish. (E/c) eyes studied the dead animal, bringing it near what seemed to be a nouse, as to test its safety.

With a happy hum, the creature opens its mouth revealing sharp pointed teeth, who cut the fish in half so easily, that make it look like butter.

Finishing the fish in only two mouths full, the creature moved quickly to another fish, startling Asahi.

Turning to the Doctor, a shaky finger pointed to the human head in the water.

“I-it’s… It’s… What is it?”

A hum leaves the old man’s lips.

“We don’t know, the bottom half seems to be (Favourite fish -I personally really like the betta fish), but the top half… Well it’s very human like.”

Gulping down, the brunette tried to gather his courage, slowly making his way back up.

The creature looked up at him, moving slightly closer to the edge.

Taken by surprise, Asahi stepped back, making the half fish’s head tilt slightly sideways, curiously looking at him.

Looking around itself, it quickly spotted an untouched fish.

Cautiously it moved again slowly to the edge, purging the fish to the young man, making him confused.

With a light nudge of his elbow, the doctor motioned for him to get closer.

Holding his breath, he lowered to the ground,extending a shaky hand toward the creature.

At the movement in the water, he shut his eyes.

‘OH GOD IT’S GOING TO EAT ME! I WON’T EVEN HAVE TIME TO REACT, WITH THOSE SHARP TEETH, IT’S GOING TO EAT ME IN TWO MOUTH FULL, JUST LIKE THOSE FISHES! Oh Suga, Daichi… You’ve been the best friend ever, I’m sorry I won’t have time to say goodby one last time… And Noa! I still have to give back the film that he gave to me… And I also need to give him back those 500 ¥… I’m such a horrible friend, I deserve to be eaten by an unknown creature who is putting something on my hand- Wait…’

Cracking an eye open, he peeked at his hand.

A fish was now placed on his hand.

Confused he looked at the creature, who was looking back at him with what seemed to be an excited expression.

Sensing his confusion, it took hold of another fish, quickly taking a bite from it and showing it to him.

Looking down at his hand he slowly looked back at the half human, still confused.

Throwing the last piece of fish in its mouth, he cautiously moved closer to Asahi, giving him time to move away if wanted.

When the man didn’t move, a cold webbed hand made its way over his warm one, nudging it toward his face.

“W-What do you want me to do?”

The other hand made its way from under the water, pointing a finger to the fish.

Following its movement, he quickly understood the fact that it was trying to communicate.

Looking back to its pointing hand he stated “The fish…?”

The hand moved again, now pointing at its mouth, showing off its teeth.

“...Oh! Eat?”

With a final swing the finger was now pointing directly at him.

“Me? You want me to eat it?”

A huge grin spread through the creature’s face, who nudged again his hand, motioning again to its mouth.

Feeling even more confused, he looked at its eyes.

“But why?”

Pointing at him, it made a shocked face, faking to faint, falling under the blue liquid.

Coming back from under the water it pointed at him, then the fish, to finally point to its face who was showing a big smile.

The creature watched patiently at Asahi, who tried to connect all its movement.

Like a light who turned on in his head, he quickly looked back at it.

“You want me to eat it because you saw me shocked and you want me to feel better?”

A loud happy chirp escapes the half human, who was now swimming happily in a circle around the pool.

Feeling like every fear washed away, Asahi finally let out the breath that was holding in his body, letting his shoulders relax and moving even closer to the water.

With a sweet smile he left the fish fall in the water, pointing with his finger to him.

“I can’t eat it”, pointing his finger to his tummy, faking to feel bad. “It will make me feel sick”.

He then started searching in his lab coat’s pocket for the small snack he always carried with him.

Showing it to the creature, he then pointed at his tummy and then to his smile “This is good, I can eat it.”

The creature quickly understood, taking the fish and throwing it far away from Asahi.

Turning back, it beamed up at him.

Without any fear left in his body, he gives time to his eyes to study the creature more closely.

Its tail was long, swinging into the water absently, reminding him of the absent swinging of the legs that people do when bored or when thinking.

It was covered in shining (F/c) scales, who covered most of its body melting with the (s/c),.more humanlike, skin under its belly bottom.

The upper part was recognized as a woman-like shape.

Her breast was covered by an intersection of sea shells and pearls, holded together by some seaweed.

Her (h/c) hair was neatly pulled up in a sideways ponytail, graced by pearls and shells, like her top.

He noticed just now, how gorgeous the creature really was.

With a blush he looked away, making her curious.

Putting her hands on the edge of the pull, she leaned her head over them, staring inquisived at him.

“It seems it likes you.”

A small yelp escapes Asahi’s mouth, who forgot the presence of the older male behind him.

With an apologetic expression he turned to look at him.

“I-I… Do you think?”

Crossing his arms over his chest, he proudly looked at him.

“It never got this close to anyone on its own initiative. It looks like you two have now a bond.”

Looking down at her eyes, he let out a relaxed hum.

Slowly he moved his hand to her face, not wanting to scare her.

When he reached her head, he waited for her to get closer, responding to her inquisitive stare with a warm smile.

She slowly closed the space, testing the warm feeling on her cold skin.

A purr escapes her, nuzzling closer into his hand.

“It’s a she…”

Looking back up at him, a smile brighter than the sun appeared on her features.

Responding with a just as warm smile, he finally stated “And her name is (y/n)”.

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miraculous786 · 4 years

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The Protector’s Past

Masterlist

"Your parents aren't home."

Marinette sighed in relief, leaning into Felix's chest. She chanced a quick glance to Damian on her computer chair nearby, only to see him refusing to make eye contact.

His fists were clenched. His jaw was tense. His teeth grit against each other in clear restraint.

From the side, Chat Noir commanded, "Plagg, Claws In," causing another blond in a striped shirt and grey jacket to be revealed in a flash of green light.

Adrien made his way over to the spotted chaise where his friends were situated, and proceeded to sit on it in silence - at least, until it lasted for far too long.

"...Are we going to address the elephant in the room, or...?"

Felix exhaled deeply at the question, and turned his head to Damain with narrowed eyes. "Would you like to tell us why you were in possession of a tranquilliser gun?"

The one he was holding close snapped her attention to the guilty teen. She began to ramble in a tone of disbelief, "'Tranquilliser gun'? W-What did you want to do with that? Kidnap us? Is that why you've been coming to the bakery so much?"

"No!"

Marinette flinched at his sudden exclamation, prompting toned arms to hug her even tighter.

"Sorry, Angel," he mumbled. "It's just, I...I assume that you've heard of the vigilantes that reside in the place I come from?"

"Yes. Gotham," Felix responded for her curtly.

"I'm, I'm one of them."

The dead quiet for a few seconds was broken by Adrien, who gasped, "Wait, you're Robin, aren't you? Oh my god, that's awesome! There's rumours that you're the scariest of them all - not counting Batman and Black Bat, of course."

Damian gained a scowl on his features. "How did you know that?"

The model didn't back down from the look sent his way, as he instead chose to reply brightly, "Well...your costume sort of gave it away. What, with the utility belt, cape, katana, dark colours..."

"'Dark colours'?" the female there snorted. "Please! All of the Robins look like traffic lights if you ask me."

"You're not wrong, Angel," Felix agreed, slightly smirking.

"I do not look like a traffic light!" the person of their teasing shouted. At the raised eyebrows he got, he coughed into his hand before carrying on calmly, "The colours are simply worn by all Robins as tradition."

"...That just made me realise how many there have been. Oh! Is it true that the first one moved to Blüdhaven and changed his name to-"

"Kitty."

"Oh, right. Uhhh, sorry."

Marinette shook her head in amusement, then spoke, "That still doesn't explain why you had a gun in the first place."

A few seconds passed with no noise, until Damian started hesitantly, "The vigilantes in Gotham, my family, we...we take small jobs in which the hirer wants a person dead. The one we kill has to be a villain - we don't kill innocents."

He tilted his head up to be met with the sight of three teens with wide eyes, and fought off the urge to sigh.

"Someone hired me to assassinate a civilian working with Hawk Moth. It just so happened that I had to go after you, Angel."

The designer reeled back. "M-Me? But, I-I fight Hawk Moth! I would never even dream of helping him!"

"I know," he was quick to assure, "And when I found out that you were the local heroine 'Ladybug', I figured that I had to confront my employer about the situation."

With a soft voice, she quizzed, "You didn't tell them my identity, did you?"

"No."

Marinette let out a sigh, burying her head into Felix's chest. The arms wrapped around her form pulled her in even closer.

Adrien gazed at all of his friends, before asking the question that everyone wanted the answer to. "Who hired you in the first place?"

Damian sent a worried look to the couple across from him, then admitted, "...Lila Rossi."

"What?" Felix growled in a low tone, making everyone in the bedroom glance to him in surprise. "How was that witch able to pull that off?"

"My guess is that she used the money from her mother's job. There was no one to stop her from hiring me as an assassin since her parents are never present."

"Angel, are you okay? You're shaking."

"I-I just, she tried to murder me? I knew she hated my guts, but enough to want me dead?" Marinette asked with watery eyes, glancing around at all of the males around.

Damian visibly softened, and made a prolonged period of eye contact with the one who was hugging her tight. Then, after sharing a nod with Felix, he made his way over to the chaise.

Two pairs of arms embraced her from both sides, provoking her to relax and let her tears flow silently. Adrien watched from the side, whilst clenching his fists in regret.

I knew I should have called Lila out all those months ago.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, there was a faint thump from above - where the balcony of the house was. The model's emerald eyes wandered over to the hatch which lead to the place, where he spotted what appeared to be a circular black device on the trapdoor's see-through surface.

"Guys," he called, "I think we have a problem."

Damian whipped his head to Adrien, then to the direction where said blond was pointing. His eyes narrowed, and he slowly let go of his two companions before stalking over to the bed right below the exit.

He snarled, "If the both of you don't come in here right now, I will inform Alfred that you decided to sneak off to Paris when you're supposed to be in Gotham right now."

Marinette tilted her head in a questioning manner, whilst there was a moment of silence in the room. Then, ever so slowly, the hatch door opened, revealing two men in dark costumes with guilty expressions.

"Hey Baby Bird!" one greeted in a nervous chuckle. "Long time no see, how's everything been going?"

"Fine until you two decided to show up."

"Shut it, Demon Spawn, we didn't come here to ruin the cute little cuddle session. We came 'cause we were worried. What the hell were you doing at the top of the Eiffel Tower threatening some kids? You know B'll have a field day when he finds out, by the way."

"I was akumatized," the youngest Wayne deadpanned, as he allowed his brothers to enter down the ladder. "I didn't have control over what I did."

"'Akuma'-what?" Red Hood asked.

"Akumatized."

Nightwing gained a thoughtful look, then clicked his fingers. "Oh, wait! That was what the press were saying about you!"

"Press?" Marinette spoke, making the men turn their heads to her. She blushed, and held a hand out while introducing, "I'm Marinette, and these are Adrien and Felix."

She pointed to them accordingly.

"Red Hood, Pixie," Jason said, shaking her hand. "This Dickwad over here is Nightwing."

"Hi!"

"We flew over to Paris to check on Demon Spawn here after we saw him in that way better looking Robin suit at the top of the Eiffel Tower-"

"Hey!"

"-and when he was un-akumatized, or whatever, he changed back into his civilian form, which was recorded by the news crews in some helicopters. Now the press is having a field-day reporting on Damian Wayne over here turning evil."

The bluenette stayed silent for a couple of seconds. "Why would the press be so interested in Dami?"

Red Hood tilted his head to the boy, making him blush despite the fact that the vigilante had a helmet on. "He's the son of a millionaire in Gotham. We are too, but we're adopted. He's biologically related instead."

"...That's cool," Marinette shrugged. "Should we do something about the press?"

"Nah, the Replacement has it covered. He's doing damage control now. Oh, that reminds me, what happened to that Layla girl is great for you, Pixie."

"Do you mean Lila?" she elaborated with a furrowed brow. "Why? What happened?"

Adrien smirked from where he was, and called out, "Buginette? You might wanna see this."

She took a seat next to him on the chaise, then started to study what was shown on the phone he held out.

The screen projected Nadja Chamack with a microphone in hand, as she rattled on about recent news. However, what caught Marinette's attention wasn't the video playing in the background of the report, but instead what the headline was.

"Wait, Lila's been arrested?"

"Yep!" Adrien exclaimed. "C'mon, I wanna watch what happened. Is it okay if we do downstairs?"

"Y-Yeah, sure," she agreed in an apparent daze. "Guys, do you want to come too?"

"Hell yeah, I so wanna. Plus, it'll be fun to see what Timbers came up with to keep the press at bay," Jason enthused.

"Who's...?"

Dick replied for him, "Tim is Red Robin, another adopted brother of ours. He deals with the company that our Dad owns a lot of the time."

"Oh, right. Well, umm...Felix? Can you come with me to set up the TV?"

Said teen nodded, strolling over and wrapping an arm around her waist.

"I call dibs on getting the snacks!" Adrien gushed with a hand held in the air. "I've waited too long for this to happen, so I'm going to enjoy it!"

Marinette smiled, letting out a soft giggle. "Okay, just make sure not to eat all of the croissants."

"Mari, that was one time!"

"It still happened, Kitty."

~*~*~

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deobitchxx · 4 years

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Hi! Can I request for prompts 65 & 90 smut with hyunjae? 😳 thank you for writing! I just read some and I love your fics!

[ 10:25 // 19.09.2020 // R.SMUT ] “Thank you for paying your attention to my presentation, I hope the information I’ve told will lead us to a better and modern life.” The applause from the workers dominated the meeting room, causing your lips to form a proud smile. You took a peek over the young man that was sending you death glares, teasingly raised your eyebrow off and stuck your tongue to spice up the teasing. If glaring could be classified as another method of killing, you probably won’t see the next sun rising. Mr. Lee Jaehyun or preferably Hyunjae, your one and only rival in the rising company both of you were working in. He was the managing director, while you were the executive director. It pissed you off when you could entitle the latter title, but the only thing that blocked you from being promoted higher than him was because you were not the daughter of the CEO. Ugh, fuck those privilages. You worked your ass off to get into the top but your sweet dreams crushed into pieces once Mr. Lee, the CEO, informed the company about the new managing director, which later he introduced him as his son.

“Can’t you see the face Mr. Lee just made back then? You totally knocked him down,” your assistant nudged you on your shoulder. You smirked it off, “It was his fault to get on my nerves. This was supposed to be my project but his dick tried to brush in and thought that he could win over me. He should’ve known his places, I’ve worked here for years.” Your assistant giggled over your sentence and nodded along, agreeing with you. “Don’t you think you’re being over the top?” Both of your and your assistant’s steps paused once the devil appeared in-front of you with his assistant next to him. “Your ideas just happened to be an iota contrary with mine, don’t hold your head up too high my darling.” He raised his cup of coffee up, asking for a cheer. You simpered, looking pleased with yourself, “At least I’m not that stupid enough to ask the other managers the meaning of asset and liability.” You leaned closer to him and poured your tea to his cup, mixing the solution together with your pinky finger and licking it off. “Enjoy your drink, Hyunjae.”

“We’ll be heading off first, please don’t overwork yourself.” The workers under you bid a goodbye wave to you before walking out from the office. You waved back to them, leaning against the white coloured spinning chair of yours. You could feel your lids heavied, as you slowly close your eyes and drift to a short nap. “Here comes your favourite jjajangmyeon~” Your eyes lit up once the pleasing voice rang through your ear, seeing one of your favourite men walk past the door with your favourite food. “Cho Seungyoun!” Even your voice raised a few octaves higher, showing off your excitement to meet the latter. He smiled as he opened his arms, “Come here, let me give you a warm hug.” You chuckled and ran towards him. Before he could pull you into his embrace, you snatched the food away from him and totally forgot the man as you headed back to the small cafeteria inside your office. Cho Seungyoun, just like another typical k-drama, he’d been by your side ever since both of you entered the same middle school. He did make his feelings obvious to you, but you told him that you wanted to have a stable job first before proceeding to romance.

Both of you were chatting happily while eating the dinner together. You told him how proud you were that day and he listened to you without any complaints. He even stayed there for hours since you said that you wanted to stay a bit to finish up the last touch of the project. “I discovered that we still have chances to get your project accepted.” Hyunjae just came back from having dinner at the nearby restaurant with his assistant. He decided to stay a little bit longer and worked more, the desires to win over you still dominating him. He was heading to his office with the assistant and while walking past your office, he saw you chatting with the same man that had been wandering around the company. He stopped for a while, taking a peek over through the window glasses. Seungyoun went behind you and gave you a shoulder massage, letting out an approval short of satisfying moaning. “I heard that the man has been visiting our company a lot, never knew Mrs. Y/N was the reason behind all of these.” His assistant noticed the sudden pause of Hyunjae’s steps, realising he was watching you behind those windows. “Who is he?” “He? Oh, he is Cho Seungyoun. I heard that he invested a lot in our company. Some workers claimed that they’ve seen him around in lobby, and turned out he was waiting for Mrs. Y/N for lunch together.”

It has been days, but Hyunjae can’t stop thinking about that man that hovered around you. He even asked his assistant to do a background check on him. “Why would he keep sticking around her when they’re not official at all to begin with?” He groaned and threw his back against the leather chair, spinning the pen with his fingers. He thought he only had a slight crush on you, but not when he realised he totally fell for you. The way you always try to make sure you’re way better than him and how you get competitive everytime you hear his name-- Everything about you almost becomes imperfectly perfect in his eyes. He knew that everything will went downhill once he confess to you, so he decided to play dumb and act along as if he equally hate you too. He looked over the clock, it was showing 21:09. That’s it, he decided to make it clear tonight or else he might lose his chance. He stood up and wore his suit while heading to the door, right when he was about to wrap his hand around the doorknob, it was twisted from the other side as he automatically took backward steps to let the door open. There, he saw you standing with papers in your arms, “W-What are you doing here?”

“Did you forget that I need your signature for this project? Well, what can I even expect from someone like you.” You rolled your eyes, knowing that he won’t help you with those papers. You headed to the sofas and placed the papers on the coffee table. You took a seat on the sofa without waiting for his consent, immediately focusing on the project back. “Hey, at least do me a favour and close the door alright? You were doing nothing just by standing near the doorframe.” You retorted, seeing the reflection of his through the glass window that also displayed the night view of the city. “O-Oh,” he snapped back to reality and closed the door behind him, heading to the head couch and looked over you. “W-Where should I sign?” “Why were you shuttering? Do you just realise how good looking I am?” You joked. “Yes.” Your eyes lose focus on those words, your mind totally forgot which parts you read and which you haven’t. You looked up to see the man, hoping to get a “haha, sike, you thought you were beautiful?” but instead a pointed look by the latter. “We don’t have time to joke around, Hyunjae.” “In which part do you think I’m in the mood for joking?” He leaned closer to you, giving you time to push him away if he made you feel uncomfortable.

Instead, you just stayed there and waited for him to get closer until he pressed his lips against yours. He moved his lips on yours, as you closed your eyes and lost your grips on the papers. He held your shoulders and pulled you softly on the sofa, before his hands crawled back up to caress your cheeks. The dominance of each tongue drove him crazy, leading him to grab your buttcheek across the pencil skirt of yours, earning a moan from you and took this chance to shove and explore his tongue inside your mouth. He pulled away for you to catch some breath, but his kisses continued travelling down from your lips to your neck and collarbone. He was licking your skin and before he could proceed with his teeth sinking against your skin, you tried to speak in between the oxygen that you were trying to inhale, “Don’t be so rough, there can’t be any marks.” He narrowed down his eyebrow and locked his eyes with yours, “And what’s the reason behind it?” You bit your lower lips and looked away, not wanting to continue the topic that you’ve just started. “Are you worried that guy might discover what we’ve done tonight?” He stole back your attention as you stared at him, “W… Which guy?”

“That dude, Cho Seungyoun.” Hyunjae rolled his eyes, even his name sickening him. His expression obviously told you that he was pissed off, as you chuckled and shook your head. Your hand now went up to caress his cheek, rubbing those soft skin with your thumb, “Perhaps do you… Think that I have a feeling towards Seungyoun?” “No!” His eyebrows furrowed more as the quick response made it clear that he indeed was having such thoughts in his mind. You raised your eyebrow, asking for an explanation from the lie that the latter just told you. “Ugh, fine. Yes, I was. His presence around you made me go mad, I can’t help but to think that you might fall for him even in the slightest way.” The way he tried to stay on top of you with the arms supporting his whole weight on each side of you made you feel safe around him. “Then why would you kiss me?” “Because I like you.” You sense nothing but sincerity filled up his eyes. Both of you stayed quiet for a while as each other tried to read those messages through the eyes, as Hyunjae sat back on the sofa and his head hung low to the floor, fingers messily running through his hair. “You can leave if you want, we can just pretend that nothing actually happened.”

“What if I don’t want to?” HIs ears perked up but not daring enough to face you in this state of his. You sat next to him and held both of his cheeks, making him face you. “What if I feel the same way? What if we happened to have this love-hate relationship since the day we met?” You added, “Kiss me again like how you wanted to. Do what you’ve wanted to do on me ever since we’ve exchanged those glares but deep inside those hearts wanted something else.” With that, he pulled you into another heated kiss. This time, the kiss got more aggressive as touches on each other's bodies became bolder than before. He pulled you on his thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck and you straddled on his waist. His hand went down to caress down the exposed thighs of yours as you threw your head to the back once his lips went to your neck again. He placed soft kisses and licks all over your neck and collarbone while hand busy stroking your thighs. You pulled him to lean back on the sofa, taking off your blouse while the latter watched you doing so. You exposed your half naked upper body to the one that you used to hate a lot, as he licked his lips from the view before kissing your body again. His hands went back to pull down your bra skillfully, throwing it somewhere around the office and his lips went to your right boob. His tongue circling around your nipple as his other hand grasped the other, applying the same pleasure on it.

“P-Please…” “Please what, my love?” “Fuck me.” “I would gladly do.” With that, he gently placed you over the sofa as he almost cursed under his breath, “Shit, you look so stunning underneath me. Should’ve taken the first move early so I could witness such views longer for the rest of my life.” He pulled down your skirt, letting you only in your underwear. His finger made a contact with your covered pussy, spreading the wetness all over, “You are this wet just for me? Thank you,” he playfully smirked and left a peck on your lips as he hovered down to your lower body. His tongue left a long stroke across the covered slit, making you whimpered. He chuckled, taking off your underwear and sniffed it, “You even smell good,” he shoved it inside his back pocket before resting his lips on your cunt. “A-Ah!” You closed your eyes tight as your back jerked upward from the sudden contact, gripping nothing but air tightly. His tongue flickered against your slit, hands went to hold yours as the way you tightly held his hands made him realise that you were so close to reach your cloud nine. He didn’t stop though, as his nose brushed over your pussy and he started to suck your clit. “Fuck, I-I’m close… Ah!” Once again, your body jerked upwards after letting out the loudest moan while cumming on his face.

He gave you time to adjust with the pleasure you just earned, as he licked off the cum painted all over his lips. You took a short glance over him, beaming softly resulting in him to beam along. He pecked your lips and whispered against your lips, “Can you go for another round?” You gave him an immediate nod, not wanting to waste another time. He smirked under his breath, “Never know I could make you a hot mess underneath me. Seungyoun who? Stupid of me to assume that he could get a chance to fuck you. Seeing him touching and giving you a massage annoyed the shit out of me. He can’t make you feel this good.” His hands were busy unbuckling the belts and pulling his pants along with his boxer, exposing his huge manhood right in-front of your eyes. Stroking his hard length to spread the pre-cum all over, Hyunjae was staring you down with lusts filled his eyes. “No, I’m the one that’s supposed to be making you feel good.” Without wasting any seconds, he inserted his dick into your vagina, making you produce the most beautiful sound ever.

“Ahh H-Hyunjae!” Your hands gripped his biceps as he let out a whimper, biting his lower lips, “Fuck baby, you’re so tight. I don’t think I could last long.” The amount of his breath rising dramatically was equally the same as yours, as the pat on his bicep signalling to him that he could move. He pushed further more, fingers crawled up to grab the sofa armrest. Your hips moving along to match his speed, both of you working hard to chase the heaven both of you have dreamed of. “Ugh fuck, Hyun… Hyunjae. It’s there… Ahh,” he repeated the same sin, pushing his tip to hit the jackpot inside of yours. Your fingers went to his back, nails scratching as you accidentally left some marks on it. His thumb went to your swollen clit, circling to apply more pleasures for you to cum. “Ahhh, Lee Jaehyun!” Your wall clenched tightly around his dick and cummed on it after chanting his name like a mantra, as the latter moved his hips at an inhuman speed. “Ugh,” he groaned as he quickly slipped his shaft out from you, replacing your walls with the grip of his hand around his manhood, stroking it faster to chase his own cloud nine. He painted his cum on your stomach, lazily pumping his shaft before sitting on the sofa, leaning his back against it.

He took a peek over you, whose chest was rising up and down rapidly to even the breath, leaning to leave a soft kiss on your lips. “Rest for a while, I’ll go grab for a wet cloth for you.” You nodded, your lids were heavy as you almost couldn’t see the young man in your sight due to the exhaustion he just made to you. Hyunjae put on his clothes, went to the nearby toilet and came back with a damp but warm towel. He cleaned the cum all over your body and let your back laid on a warm cloth. “You left marks on my back, and it’s unfair how I can’t leave any on yours.” You giggled in a tired manner as you tried to look at him, “I was scratching and I didn’t know it left marks. Plus, why would you leave a mark on something that’s not yours to begin with.” He laid on top of you again, putting down the arm away from your forehead, “If I ask you out now, am I allowed to leave marks on your body?” You lazily smiled to the latter, “Whatever floats your boat, Mr. Lee.”

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thatsaweirdwaytospellundead · 3 years

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Senribana Monogatari 11/11

Summary: Due to Citron’s work as the Zahran Minister of Culture and Arts there has been a surge in interest in foreign culture in Zahra. Prince Tangerine gives his brother a call, but it seems he has more on his mind than just an invitation..

Note: This event references a popular Japanese fairytale titled “The Story of the Old Man Who Made Withered Trees to Blossom”, I encourage you to read it here!

This is a 10 part story with an epilogue.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10]

Epilogue “The Story of the Old Man Who Made Withered Trees to Blossom”

Azami

Our Zahra performance made the online news.

Chikage

This is the first time I’ve seen a general news site write about our performance. Usually we only make the theatre news.

Itaru

All according to the keikaku (keikaku means plan).

Izumi

Our play and the finale went over smoothly and became a huge success. I am so glad!

Tsumugi

Even without our subtitle device it seemed like the audience had a lot of fun.

Homare

Art transcends all spoken language!

Guy

We have prepared snacks for everyone.

Citron

Wooooott, let’s get this party started!

Chikage

Huh? Is this all the alcohol we have?

Tasuku

This won’t be enough.

Izumi

That’s true, a lot of members from spring and winter troupes drink.

Itaru

We should call for reinforcements.

Citron

Oh, well if that’s the case—

Tangerine

Hello everyone, great job on your performance yo! It was so amazing, the people of Zahra were so happy.

I have some celery bait curry from the king.

Izumi

DID YOU SAY CURRY!?

Itaru

Um I don’t think the words he is saying mean what he thinks they mean, this isn’t curry.

Tsuzuru

I am not sure what celery bait curry is but it is definitely not that.

Masumi

Celebratory, right?

Citron

And also we have the king’s special secret brand of sake.

Izumi

That’s not curry..

Itaru

Special secret brand? Wow we pulled an SSR here.

Homare

Looking forward to trying it!

Tsumugi

We need to drink it slowly to savour the taste.

Azuma

I am not sure if Sakyo will.

Tangerine

And for the people who don’t drink, we have some freshly squeezed fruit juice.

Sakuya

Wow, it looks good!

Azami

It’s full of fruit.

Yuki

Oh, I gotta send the others a pic of this.

Izumi

So then, let’s dig in!

Citron

Oh, make sure you don’t drink too much!

Izumi

But we have off tomorrow, what’s the problem?

Citron

There is a place I want to take you guys to.

Izumi

A place you want to take us to?

Azuma

Fufu, and we also need to buy some souvenirs.

Izumi

Yeah, okay. So then, cheers to drinking modestly!

Sakuya

Cheers!

Tangerine

<< So then, I guess I will take my leave.. >>

Citron

<< Wait a moment.

I have a message I would like you to give to Orange and Navel. >>

Izumi

Wowww, this is amazing. They even have different colours of lamps.

Yuki

I want to buy everything just looking at it all.

Tsumugi

We won’t have trouble finding any souvenirs here.

Sakuya

They have different colours for other things aside from the lamps.

Hisoka

.... I will get this.

Chikage

No surprise this guy could spot a delicious snack from a hundred metres away.

Masumi

The spices are over here.

Izumi

Woooww this is a treasure trove of goodies!

Homare

The stall over here sells antiques. Ohh everything here is truly a work of art.

Tasuku

What is this soft thing over here? I don’t recognise it at all.

Shopkeeper

<< You sir over there, would you like to check out some hair accessories? >>

Azuma

Hair accessories?

.. Hmm, maybe I should buy a little keepsake for myself. They all look so beautiful, I don’t know which one to get.

Citron

Ohh a jewelry shop?

Azuma

I don’t know which one to get. Could I ask for your input, my prince?

Citron

Mumumu.. Hmmm the one that would suit you the best is.. THIS ONE!

Azuma

Fufu, you have quite an eye for beauty, my prince. They have this one in different colours too. All the variations are so beautiful, I don’t know which to get.

Citron

I think this one would suit your brother.

Azuma

Huh?

.. But my brother doesn’t have long hair. I don’t think—

Citron

Maybe his hair got longer since you last saw him!

Azuma

Long hair..

Fufu, I think it would suit him.

(I can’t even begin to imagine where my brother could be living now. I have things I want to tell him, but for some reason I can’t even picture what he could look like now.)

.. Thank you. I will buy one for my brother too.

Citron

I am sure he’ll be happy.

Shopkeeper

<< Thanks! >>

Citron

— Oh, it’s almost time.

Citron

<< Sorry we were late. >>

Orange

<< So why did you ask us to come here? >>

Navel

<< A-Are you going to publicly shame us? >>

Tangerine

<< No no, we would never do anything like that. >>

Citron

<< We have clear skies today so why don’t we all look up and admire the colour. >>

Orange

<< .. The sky? >>

Citron

<< It’s The Story of the Old Man Who Made Withered Trees to Blossom! Look! >>

Navel

Orange

<< S-Sakura? Ahh, no it’s just pink balloons? >>

Citron

<< I hope you will see real sakura blossoms one day. You are always welcome to visit me in Japan. >>

Orange

<< .. W-We look forward to it. >>

Azuma

Hanasaka Jii-san project, big success.

Sakuya

I heard Hanasaka Jii-san, wow that brings me back.

Tsuzuru

I am sure we all remember reading it when we were children.

Izumi

(Huh? Why do I feel like I have heard the name ‘Hanasaka Jii-san’ before.. ?

Oh, wait, that’s right. It’s the pseudonym of the producer who wrote for one of my father’s act offs.)

Citron

Soo then, everyone make a wish!

Sakuya

Oh, that’s right! Hmm I wonder what I should wish for? I hadn’t thought of anything!

Chikage

We gotta be quick before the balloons disappear.

Itaru

SSR.. SSR..

Tsuzuru

That’s too superficial.

Hisoka

Marshmallows, marshmallows..

Tasuku

To nobody’s surprise.

Izumi

(What a beautiful blue sky.. I wonder if my father is under this same sky making the flowers bloom too.

I promise, one day, we will surely meet again father.)

END STORY

#a3 #a3! translation #エースリー #a3:citron #s:senribana monogatari

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hippychick006 · 3 years

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Misha Panel

I’ve done this summary as it helps to have what Misha actually says to hand as more often than not, his stans misquote him. It’s also useful as Misha often changes things - as he appears to have done between his last virtual panel and this one. Note, I’m only focusing on the key parts where he talks about the show/Jared/Jensen. It is not free of anti castiel/misha comments where I disagree, though those are few and far between for a change. It’s long so putting under a cut...

- Misha confirms his filming finished in March prior to Covid [this comes up later in more detail]. Watching the last epiosode was an emotional experience for him. For him, it represents the end of a chapter of his life.

- Misha says fandoms not going anywhere [*hisses]

- Misha’s future work/projects?: working on senate race in georgia, publishing a book of poetry, couple of film projects he’s trying to get off the ground, one he’s not acting/directing in, the other he may act and/or direct

- Jack brought Cass back but we didn’t get to see it, what happened?: different ending originally that Covid restrictions made impossible to produce. Cool ending involved bringing back lots of cast members over the years. In the original ending, Castiel hadn’t gone to rebuild heaven, there was a different conclusion for him. Misha purposely did not read the last two episodes before they aired as he wanted to be an audience member. He knew a little about Castiel/Jack’s fate in the abstract, but because he wasn’t in it, he doesn’t know what the answer was. He thinks them rebuilding heaven was less boots on the ground and more at a spiritual level [so he’s talking at the metaphysical/spiritual plane level and not corporeal) so they are everywhere (e.g. in drops of rain as per Jack’s speech to Sam in 19). That’s what I’m understanding at least. He says that’s pure speculation though.]

- what qualities does castiel have similar to Misha?: there are a lot of similar qualities [backstabber comes immediately to my mind tbh]. Over time he and the character melded. Over time he evolved into something that didn’t quite fit in with either angels or humanity, he felt like an outsider which Misha has felt for much of his life. He became softer, more sensitive, he tried to do the right thing and be a good person. Oh wow, he says that in order to write to play to Misha’s strengths, the character had to “morph a bit”. I loved bad!ass Castiel, he’s my favourite Castiel!

- What one thing will he take with him from playing Castiel?: on a professional level, it was fascinating to play a character for so many years. He discussed with J2 recently that the characters really became part of them. He doesn’t think that will happen again, just due to length of time the played them. On watching Jensen’s death scene, he cried but it was more “That’s Cass’ friend Dean dying” It was weird to have a blurring of lines between yourself and your character but he thinks that’s what happened with all of them. He’ll take the character away, which will be a part of him forever.

- Misha made fortune cookes and put inside lewd and inappropriate fortunes

[I don’t get this next bit as earlier in the panel he says he didn’t read the last two episodes so didn’t know what was going to happen and gave the answer I documented above and now we have this next question where his answer seems to contradict that]:

- Is there anything more he can say about the originally planned finale?: He doesn’t want to be the one to reveal these state secrets, but what are they going to do, fire him? He feels someone might have said to him, please don’t reveal what was going to happen, but can’t remember for sure if it’s true. He says there was a version of Sam and Dean’s heaven that was populated with all of the people that were from their past that they have come to love. They could not do that because of Covid restrictions.

- Favourite behind the scenes memory of “The boys”: He doesn’t have a favourite memory, they were close friends for 12 years. They had laughing fits and fights and got pissed off at each other. Some of his fondest memories of being at work anywhere were working on Supernatural. He’s never going to be on a set again where there is so much mirth so he’s going to miss that for sure.

- he’s talking about Castiel’s wardrobe which is actually funny - e.g. original suit 3 sizes to big, sometimes showing blood and holes, sometimes being magically fixed, not wearing a tie, going back to wearing a tie... “Nobody complained about that too much...” [uh because some of us were watching other things and your own stans were looking at the background.] He stole some trenchcoats and has them in his closet.

- How do you prepare for emotional scenes?: it’s hard for him to get into that emotional state. To prepare for the Castiel’s declaration of love scene and taken by the empty, Misha needs to be off by himself and not chatting with people, so for that scene he sat on his own in a dark corner of the stage and ruminated on his own. Rob Hayter, stunt coordinator, noticed and stood sentinel and made sure no one disturbed him which Misha said was really sweet. Everyone stopped fucking around for that scene to allow them to do what they needed to do.

- How did you feel when you read the script when Castiel dies?: Misha knew for a long time that ending was coming, he’d been speaking to Rob Berens about it, he was really happy with it. It was the ending he’d wanted for Cass so when he read the script, he was really happy it had made it to the page [i bet it was Misha, how are those destiel sales going through your Stands company?]. It felt it was a little “risky and a little brave” for the show to do [on a fucking network that is number one in Glaad reviews? Are you being fucking serious right now?] He was happy to be a part of that [again sales] and have that character express love like that so he was happy with it.

[Okay, so notice in his last virtual panel 2 weeks ago, he was very happy, he’s now starting to do exactly what he did with Karla movie as he goes on to say...]

He’s seen “some people” [you mean lgbtq+ people?!] “complaining” about this is playing into the “bury the gays” trope which is an insidious and real trope in film and television storytelling in h/w over the years. Misha doesn’t think that’s what was happening with Castiel’s [he died second after the confession MIsha!] First of all Castiel isn’t dead, he’s in heaven working to rebuild it... [you didn’t know this 2 weeks ago, as far as you knew Castiel died and went to the empty]. So much good came from that declaration, because Cass was able to save Dean, which was essential to saving the world, so this declaration wasn’t so then fate strikes you down and you’re done forever. The declaration literally ended up saving the world. It was of Cass’ own volition, he wasn’t forced to do it, it was his choice, and he thinks that’s important, so maybe he’s naieve and doesn’t feel they are playing into that trope.

[You were absolutely playing into that trope Misha and you didn’t give a shit as you did no research on playing an lgbtq+ character so sincerely fuck off]

He’s glad that Castiel got to express that and have that ending. He thinks thats kind of important and he’s proud the show did that. [again fuck off, this was done for you and it showed] He thinks its a conversation they will continue to have as they continue to dissect it going forward [nope, consigned to the dumpster fire I’ve put the majority of the rest of Drabbernatural in]

- Do you think you will ever get an SPN tattoo?: He doesn’t have any but he’s thinking about getting tattoos relating to his children. Is that a sign of desperation that a true hasbeen will do? Should he get a tattoo of Jared and Jensen’s face. He could get a tattoo of Castiel’s face on his abdomen. He’s saying probably not. If they want to get one, totally supportive of that

- what is his favourite moment of the finale?: Dean’s death scene, masterfully executed, excellent performances from both Jared and Jensen in that scene and made him cry

- best memory of your last day on the supernatural set?: everyone being really sweet, lot of tears from cast and crew. The last scene he shot as Castiel was the last scene of the day on a Friday. Him, Alex, Richard S and Jensen all had to get to Las Vegas for a fan convention the next morning. They shot late and finished at 1.30, it was Cass goodbye and Misha’s goodbye to the show. He said they had to get a chartered flight because of the early flight [not sure why he’s saying this as I thought it was Jared’s plane they all travelled in?] He’s talking about going back - because of the issue with the plane - and they are all texting family, saying they love them, so it was such a strange night, he’d said goodbye to Supernatural, he said goodbye to Castiel and later on said goodbye to his kids because they thought they were going to die that night. :(

[Going to add that this puts to rest that Misha was due back for 19 and 20 even before covid, it confirms he was not going to be in either episode, though I maintain, they may have shot an extra scene while they had him to slot into 19 or 20]

- do you think Cass and the other angels got their wings back?: Yes, probably, they have Jack who is the new god. What a long and miserable experience that was of not having wings. Cass was so powerful when he started, he could snap his fingers and teleport and time travel and lost that with his broken wings and they didn’t come back. He doesn’t know why they didn’t fix him as Castiel would have been a much more powerful ally if he didn’t have to drive around in the pimp mobile [uh, for the same reason Sam lost his powers, deus ex machina]. He tells the story of Jared pressing buttons in the car causing the hydraulics to fail costing $10000 of repair.

- in your opinion, what colour are Castiels wings?: shit, I don’t know, I always thought they were black, but now that you’ve said that, they are rainbow coloured, how about that?

- What is the worst joke Jared and Jensen did to you?: [*cough fans looking for things to complain about or hate Jared on]: Jared and Jensen, as you know, they are not good people. He talks about directing an episode and they got excited in the week before, they were going to break into his apartment and steal his furniture, they had all kinds of nefarious plans, the crew tipped him off and told him to watch his home and car keys. They put a fish under the seat in his car and one of the crew told him. Jared removed the canvas on the director’s chair and laid it across so it looked like it was still the chair. Misha fell for that at least 5 times. That was pretty frustrating. Jared kept messing up his lines (which Misha said Jared never does) and Misha was directing in another room, Misha eventually went to see what the problem was and that’s when Jared pied him in the face. Everyone in the crew was complicit in the “assault”. Jensen brought him another shirt, said, “I’m sorry man, that’s sucks, that was too much.” Jensen then pied him in the face.

- What is the real story behind the handprint in the finale?: Um I don't know, but I think it was a nice touch, that was a really lovely callback that worked well. I can’t remember how we came up with that, or was it in the script, I can’t remember. Wasn’t it a good callback to the very beginning. [Again, this appears to differ from what was being reported two weeks ago so might need to go back to that panel if I can get access to it]

-What’s your favourite memory from offline/online panels?: It’s much more fun to be live and in person. I don’t know, I have had some really fun... [PANDERING ALERT COMING UP] Jensen and I have some really fun panels together in Rome. I don’t know why but we always just seem to have a real hoot there, talks about the resume off, they really enjoyed that. He had pizza delivered to a creation panel once. He talks about the Saturday night special and he can’t wait till they can get back to that.

[NOTE CYNICAL PART OF THIS IS FOR HIS FANBASE TO ONCE AGAIN CLAMOUR FOR MORE JENMISH PANELS. I DO NOT TRUST THIS MAN AT ALL]

- What was your favourite version of Castiel to play?: he had the most fun playing Lucifer because Mark P had left a great template to play Lucifer [you took the worst parts imo but Mark fucked his character up too]. He enjoyed playing the human parts of Castiel because it was fun to explore how to be human for the first time. Overall, just regular Cass. He wouldn’t have wanted to trade regular Castiel for other iterations. [A great question would be badass Castiel v late season wooby castiel preference]

#anti misha #anti castiel

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dimensionwriter · 4 years

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The Colour of my Heart

M! Minotaur x F! Reader

Warning: none

Summary: You are assigned to do a photography project with him, but all you can focus on are his eyes.

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The light cool breeze of Autumn licked your warm face as you walked down the rocky cobblestone path. Birds chirped all around you as many flew through the treetops. Small little critters hide themselves as you slowly walked past their domain. The trees danced with each other as the melody the wind played encourage them.

“Oh, there you are!” a deep gravelly voice exclaimed happily. You turned your head to see a creature sitting in a grass field. It was a minotaur with dark brown fur covering most of its body. On top of it’s head was light brown hair that went all the way to the tip of his pink nose. His choice of clothing for today was a dark red flannel with a pair of black jeans.

“Sorry, Arion, kind of got lost for a second,” you admitted walking over to him. His light pink lips pursed out before laughter spilled out of them. He threw his head back as the laughter seemed to taking over his entire body. His hair flew back and laid flat against his head. He’s so good looking...but as a friend.

“Why didn’t you call me? You know I know my way around these woods,” he said still giggling at you. He turned his face towards you and you were met with a pair of pink eyes. Wait, pink eyes?

“Sorry,” you mumbled still staring at his eyes. You rarely got to see his eyes, but you knew they were a dark brown colour. Was he wearing contacts? “Nature was being too pretty for me to think.”

“Just like you.” You didn’t get a chance to hear him due to how low he mumbled it and a flock of birds deciding to sail out of the trees. They slowly joined in the dance of the trees, but this time taking the air.

“Well, let’s get started on this project,” Arion said grabbing a bag on the ground. It was the same bag that was slung over your left shoulder right now. The two of you were both in photography class and decided to work with each other on this project. Before this, the two of you barely even talk. You honestly thought that he hated you because he was always avoiding you. When you bumped into him, by the time you would look up to apologize, he would be speed walking in the opposite direction. So it was surprising when he came up to you asking to be his partner. You had a theory that it may have been set up, because all his friends in the class grouped up without him and then pushed him over to you. You felt bad that he was forced to be with you when he could get with someone better.

“I was thinking of maybe taking a day time picture of this flower field over there and them taking one at night. And maybe split the pictures in the middle and combine the opposite sides,” he said walking towards you. You had to tilt your head pretty far back to look at him, since he was 8 feet and 9 inches tall. You were ashamed to admit that you knew this information because you overheard him say it while behind you. Luckily, it was loud enough for you to hear.

“Oh, that would look so cool,” you squealed just thinking of it. Maybe if the two of you find a lake, you could do the same thing with it, but make it look like it’s two different worlds opposite of each other.

“Would it?” he faltered turning to you. You looked at him to see his eyes were a dull grey. You swear they were just pink a minute ago. What is going on with him?

“Of course. I’ve seen your photographs and they are phenomenal. It’s a complete honour to work with someone on your level,” you complimented while bumping his shoulder. A light red blush slowly spread up his neck that he tried to discreetly rub away.

“Well, you’re pretty awesome yourself,” he stuttered out while looking away from you. You let out a small laugh at how flustered he was. He peeked over at you with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s kind of cute how flustered you get from compliments. I might do it more,” you teased wiggling your eyebrows. His eyes widen as a small gasp escaped from his plump lips. “I’m joking, but that pretty adorable.”

A burst of pink slowly spread through his eyes as he stared at you with this weird expression. His eyes were softening and a small smile was pulling onto his lips. His long elongated ears twitched a little as he pulled his eyes away from you.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve heard someone call a minotaur cute," he muttered. You were ready to tease him again, but he started walking off. Oh right, the project.

For the next three hours, Arion led you through the forest to different destinations that were honestly breathtaking. You were so fascinated with trying to capture all the beauty, that Arion had to drag you away a few times. But you were quite happy with the shots you had so far.

“Look how vibrant these flowers are,” you cooed leaning over Arion’s back to show him your camera. Arion had huddled down for a second to take a picture of a ladybug on this white flower.

“Hmm,” he asked turning around to look at you. You didn’t expect him to turn around at all, so you didn’t put much distance between the two of you. His soft nose bumped into yours, resulting in him freezing. His eyes were blue for a split second before quickly flickering to yellow.

“Ah, sorry,” you stammered out too afraid to move. One wrong move and this day will get awkward really fast.

“It’s fine,” he whispered with his eyes drifting down. You would’ve been curious at what he was staring at if it were not for his eyes turning to that pretty shade of pink. The light from the sun seemed to emphasize every shade and spec in his eyes.

“Arion, don’t move,” you whispered leaning forward. HIs eyes widen, but he didn’t move a muscle. You rested your hand on his firm chest as you stared deeply into his pink eyes. They didn’t move from you as you got closer. You lifted your right arm up as you prepared yourself.

Snap!

You dropped your right arm to check how the picture came out. You took a step back to get off him as you looked at it.

“Arion, you should’ve told me you had colour changing eyes,” you marveled looking at the picture. It was a close up on the left side of his face that reveal all the beautiful colours in his eyes. Those pink eyes are making you weak. You didn’t know that a minotaur with pink eyes could look so...so...oh no.

“What!” Arion screamed covering his eyes. He fell backwards onto his back while furiously rubbing his eyes. “No,no,no,no!”

“Arion, are you okay?” you asked slinging your camera around your shoulder as you dropped down beside him. He shook his head while keeping his hands on his eyes.That deep red blush returned but with a vengeance. His neck was covered with it and it was slowly taking over his face. “What happened?”

“Has my eyes been changing colour all day?” he groaned out. He just laid there with his hands still hiding himself. What is going on? Is his eyes not suppose to do this?

“Yeah, ever since I got here. It’s been blue and green,” he let out a relieved sigh,” but it’s been mostly pink all day.” You let out a surprise scream as Arion quickly jumped off the ground. He shook his head causing his shaggy hair to fall over his eyes. He opened them hesitantly, but all the hair was blocking you from seeing them clearly.

“Well, I think our-yeah we should- day getting quite long,” he stuttered out shaking slightly. He was so tense as he continued to ramble off different sentence structures. He seems to get more frustrated as he couldn’t form a complete sentence. “Leave-let’s leave.”

“Arion, breath,” you whispered grabbing his hand. He stopped talking and just stared down at your entwined hands. A light pressure was put into your hand as he rubbed his thumb along your skin.

“I guess you’re pretty weirded out right now,” he sighed looking down at you. You looked up and was able to see under his hair due to your closeness. His eyes were turned to a dull grey colour that was shimmering from tears wielding up in his eyes. “You didn’t have to force yourself to deal with me today. I probably made you uncomfortable.”

You felt so confused at that moment. But Arion was sad which is something that should never happen. Arion is the nicest person you know who is always helping out everyone. He does not deserve to be sad.

“I am not going to lie, but I am kind of confused right now. But what I do know for a fact is that today has been the best day I have had in awhile. You made today awesome. I barely even noticed your eyes changing colours because I was having too much fun with you. And if I am going to be honest, I think you look hot with pink eyes,” you admitted keeping your head up. You may regret that later, but Arion deserves to know the truth. He shouldn’t be embarrassed by what or who he is because it makes him him.

“Hot? Ah-well- you look hot-um always-like everyday,” his voice slowly disappeared as he slowly shrunk down. You tried to catch the end of it, but he was too quiet again. His giant hands started fiddling with the ends of his flannel.

“You don’t have to give me a compliment every time I give you one. I’m just reminding you how awesome you are,” you genuinely intoned squeezing his hand. He gave a small squeeze back as a small smile made its way up his face.

“But you deserve compliments too. I’m just bad at giving them,” he spilled out looking away from you for a second. His eyes slowly meet yours and you could see that beautiful pink coming back. It look so pretty on him. He’s so attractive. If he wasn’t out of your lead, you would try to shoot your shot.

“I’ll be fine, trust me," you quickly brushed off as you discreetly pulled your hand out of his. You need to stop this. You have had a good control over your emotions with him. You've accepted that you weren't in his lead and you've moved on. You are a changed person.

"So...are you...like is this okay?" He stumbled looking at you through his hair. You blinked in confusion for a split second before it hit you. Oh yeah, the eyes.

"Of course I'm fine with it. It's just simply your eye colour changing, it's pretty dang cool. Don't think I'm going to be weirded out by a rave happening in your eyes." You laughed a little at your own joke for a second before you realized that Arion wasn't laughing too or moving really. He seem to be frozen.

"You don't know," he whispered with his eyes changing to a dull yellow. What does he mean you don't know? Is there something else that he's hiding? Does his fingernails change colour too?

"What don't I know?" You pushed trying to get him to spill. Was it a minotaur thing or something? You knew a few minotaurs and have never seen their eyes change colour.

"It's-it's nothing. We should really be heading back," he grumbled pulling his hair in front of his eyes. He snatched his camera off the ground and started speed walking away.

"Wait, Arion," you yelled at him trying to make him stop, but he continued on walking away. "I was planning on taking some photos at night."

"Stay than," he yelled angrily before breaking into a sprint. It didn't take him long to disappear from your sight. Leaving you all alone.

What did you do wrong?

Arion was avoiding you. This was a fact. At first, you thought that his busy schedule was keeping him away from you, but you were proven wrong.

Everytime class ended and you got up to talk to him, maybe apologize for something you may have done, he would take one glance at you before sprinting away. You caught him after school at a vending machine and you called out his name, he didn't look you way as he bolted away. See him in the library, a trail of dust is all that's left of him. Pass by him in the hallways, cold shoulder. Text, call, email him, left on read.

But maybe this was his way of getting away from you. That day in the forest must have weird him out and must have been disgusted by you. Were you insensitive to some sort of minotaur's culture by not knowing what colour changing eyes meant? Who knows? It's not like you will ever find out.

"Okay, I'm tired of this." You blinked out of your reverie and looked to see a black minotaur standing in front of you. Her eyes were narrowed at you with a clear sign of irritation. "What happened between Arion and you?"

You were about to lie and say that everything was normal. I mean, you don't need unnecessary drama floating around about you two. But before you could, the girl beat you to it.

"I can tell you're about to lie and don't even try it. Arion has been moping around the house and not talking to anyone. You keep zoning out in class and staring at Arion like some kicked puppy. So, you better tell me what happen between you two so I can smack some sense into the both of you."

You open your mouth to disagree, but closed it in defeat. You haven't been the sneakiest in your quest to try to interact with Arion. You just wanted to fix things.

So, you told her everything that happened that day. How it started off so great than went bad and things were about to wrap around before it all just blew up in your face.

"I know this will seem off topic, but are you from around this area," she asked squinting her eyes at you. You shook your head no at the odd question. You moved here for college, since it was a great fine arts school and had cheap tuition.

"Great," she hissed out sarcastically while glaring at nothing. "Well, I have about 4 minutes to give you a history lesson before Arion starts doubting that I left my choker behind."

She sat on top of the desk in front of you and crossed her legs. Her black platform boots swung close to your desk like a hypnosis pocket watch.

"Once upon a time, around 300 years ago, there lived this friendly minotaur. He befriend a witch and was best friends with her. The witch believed he was giving her signals that he liked her, but she was just dumb. She jumped the gun and asked for his hand in marriage. Obviously, he rejected her and she got salty. Decided to curse all minotaurs in the area for future generations to have their hearts on the sleeve. Luckily, she didn't mean literally. Our eyes just changed colour to express our emotions, so our true emotions would always be present. Around 200 years ago, a nicer witch felt bad for us and tried to counteract the spell, but it didn't work all the way. We appear normal, but if we love someone, they can see our eyes change."

She stopped and stared at you. She seem to be expecting something. "If you are saying that Arion is in love with me, than this really seems like a prank."

A loud groan ripped from her throat as she kicked her legs in a tantrum. "You two are going to turn my fur grey, I swear. You know what, I'll give you my number. I will prove it to you. Just wait for my call."

She grabbed one of the pens off your desk before scribbling her number on your worksheet. She grabbed her bag and ran out of the room.

Glancing down at the number, you begin to ponder. How exactly was she going to prove her crazy explanation for Arion's attitude? It's not that she can go to him and be like "hey, are you in love with the human that is so beneath you and you're disgusted to see her everyday that you avoid her? No, oh whelp, should've seen that coming."

It was a set up for heartbreak, but somewhere deep deep inside of you, you had that little hope. Maybe, he truly did like you, might even go as far as to say he loved you. There was always a one in a billion chance of that happening.

But you didn't want to get your hopes too high. When you arrive home, you texted the number that it was you and she responded she would call you when it's time. She didn't say a specific time, so it was more of a waiting game.

Trying to trick yourself into thinking you were unaffected by the situation, you finished your homework and started cleaning. You didn't even keep your phone on you because you knew you would be jumping at every notification.

A soft melody sung from your phone causing you to perk up at the sound. Your unphased attitude immediately disappeared as you threw your body through the air towards your phone. You were quick to snatch your phone up before your body fully crashed down.

"Hey, don't speak," a light voice whispered quickly, it was the black minotaur's voice. You closed your mouth as you heard shuffling on the other end.

"Leave me alone. I don't want to talk about it," a deep voice grumbled. You instantly knew it was Arion's voice. "I thought you guys said we were going to have a movie night. So, why are you guys asking these questions?"

"It just you were extremely happy about Sunday to meet her, but then you came back angry with tears in your eyes. You rarely cry over something."

"Thanks for pointing it out," he snapped out causing it to get quiet for a moment. You heart dropped at hearing his tone. See, you were right. He obviously upset about something you did.

"We aren't trying to bother you or anything," the girl's spoke out again a little softer. You thought you may have heard a small sniffle. "We just want to know what happened. Did she do anything wrong?"

"No!" You let out a small squeak at how loud that was. You covered your mouth as you put your ear back to the phone. You don't think they heard you due to the coughing from Arion. "It's not her. She was perfect, as always. It was me with my weird minotaur self. She saw my eyes changing colour and didn't know what it meant."

He stopped talking as he let out a long sigh. There was shuffling before he sounded a little closer than before.

"I- I got angry at myself. I got mad that I'm not some confident human who would have a better chance with her. Instead I'm cursed beast who can barely form a word around her." Your heart dropped down as you heard his voice started to crack. The sniffling sound got a little louder and you could hear small whimpers of concern.

"Dude, I promise you she doesn't think that way. She's been trying to talk to you everyday and looks almost as sad as you when you ignore her. Plus did you see how happy she looked when you asked her to be your partner. She looked like she was floating on clouds," a deep random voice you didn't recognize spoke. Everyone let out hums or agreement. Is your crush on him that obvious?

"I doubt it's like that. She's just nice like that. Makes everyone feel like they're bathing in sunlight when she looks at them. Makes their breath catch in their throat when she smiles. That's just her," he spoke so softly, but you were hanging on to every where. He really thought these things of you. What you would give to be there with him so you could tell him of your feelings.

"No offense, but I do not get those things when I talk to her," the girl said with a slight laugh to her voice. "I think it's because she's trying to give that affect you."

"Stop trying to give me hope, guys. It's nice and I see what you're trying to do. But it'll only set me up for heartbreak in the end. It's better to accept that now," he grumbled lowly. You heard a long sigh close to the phone before you heard some shuffling.

"Well, why don't we just ask her. Hey, do you like my step brother?" You jumped away from the phone as you realized that she was talking to you. Where you allowed to speak? Maybe this was a rhetorical question.

"Wait, you've been on the phone with her this entire time," Arion voice screamed out followed by shuffling. You could hear a girlish scream followed by a male grunt. "I'm so sorry. Please forget everything you just heard. I'm-stop biting me- so sorry if this weirded you out. I'll leave you alone."

"Wait, no. Please don't. I-um- I really like you too," you admitted quickly. All the commotion on the other side stopped causing you looking at the phone. The timer was still going.

"Can you repeat that? I think I got some fur stuck in my ears and it's making me hear stuff," he asked with a forced laugh at the end. You grabbed your bed sheets and twiddle it. You just got to go for it.

"I really like you Arion, I have for a while. I thought you were way out of my lead because I'm just a simple human and you're your amazing self. But even with that thought, it didn't stop me from seeing your beautiful personality and how you are so friendly and kind you are to everyone. Not to include how attractive you look in anything you wear. I always get super nervous around you and I thought you hated me for it. So hearing you feel the same way has my heart not exactly beating in the correct rhythm." You let out a small laugh as you laid your hand across your chest. Your heart was pounding crazily, but you felt so much relief. You had been holding that in for the longest of time and to finally get that felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulder.

"Oh, wow," he asked in a tense voice. You were about to ask if he was okay before he spoke again. "Would you like to go see a movie with me Friday after taking some pictures?"

"Yes," you said with a giant smile on your face. You were going on a date with Arion. You thought he was out of your league but you somehow manage to catch him.

"Cool, well if you excuse me. I'm going to pass out." A loud crash followed afterwards and was accompanied by two low screams and a high pitched laughter. There was more shuffling on the other end before a light voice spoke.

"Well, I guess that clears up things. I'll guess I'll see you tomorrow at school," she sounded as if she was about to hang up before she clicked her tongue," Oh, before you worry. Arion's fine. He somehow managed to pass out with a giant smile on his face. Only you could do that to him. Anyway, night."

A soft clicked met your ear before you were surrounded by silence. Well, not for a long. You screams and happy laughter filled the room as you threw a few objects in happiness.

You did it. You gain the courage to express yourself to Arion and he asked you out. Life was going great.

Before you went to bed, you pulled out your phone. You clicked on Arion's contact before changed his name.

Your Arion❤

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Ahhhhh, I really don't know how to feel about this one. I wrote it off a trend of people eyes changing colour and I thought it would be cute to write about so I did. I know I wrote too much as always, but I will come around soon to add a read more (my computer broke again so I'm stuck on good ole mobile). As always, please leave a Like and I do read and appreciate every single Comment I get. So please leave as many as you would like, it makes my day. Thank you for reading this. Love you guys💜💜💜

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mimi-cee-hq · 4 years

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The Dating Project - Futakuchi x Reader

Summary: In a dorm where nobody dates, Futakuchi thinks of a solution to Y/n's Dating Project.

Pairing: Futakuchi x fem!Reader, mentioned Aone x Nametsu (for plot reasons)

Genre and Themes: Fluff, Boarding school AU, Getting together (to fake date lol), Sort of dystopian? but it’s still cute?

Word Count: 1,553

Author’s Notes: Happy Birthday @writeiolite! Here's your matchup story. Out of the list of your favourite characters, of course I chose Futakuchi :P This is the first time I’ve written an AU, but I hope you like it. (Your description is at the end of the post.)

General Taglist: @dorkyama @the-black-birb @hqprotectionsquad @nagichi-kenma @moonaaluna @muffins-puffins

*****

Y/n heaved a sigh as she rested her head in the palm of her hand. “Should I just drop the Dating Project?” she asked Futakuchi.

He leaned back against the metal bench they were sitting on and placed his hands behind his head. He stared up at the glass dome ceiling of their dorm, about five floors high from them. Colourful metal beams stretched across the building. Students milled around the balconies. At his left was a wide metal stairwell, just far enough so the people strolling up and down wouldn’t hear their conversation.

“Why? You were so passionate about it when you first thought of the idea,” commented Futakuchi.

A large and soft teddy bear was the only thing separating them. Who knew his stuffed gift would remind him to keep his distance from her - not that she knew it was from him. He still hadn’t quite adjusted to being a resident of Dorm E, even though he had lived there for three years.

“Nobody wants to be a part of it,” Y/n replied, sticking out her bottom lip. They continued to face the TV, playing a movie which was apparently acceptable for them to watch.

“Well… can you blame them?” he said. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, fully aware he couldn’t reach over and place an arm around her shoulders. So instead, he rubbed his hair and sighed. “Not after they made an example out of Nametsu,” he added.

He recalled the moment when he heard the announcement through the speakers. Nametsu would no longer be a part of Dorm E. He and Y/n stared at each other, eyes wide, and ran to the balcony to see what was happening in the dorm’s foyer. Nametsu was being escorted out of the dorm.

Reasons were vague. They said her potential had decreased to the point where she was no longer a student suitable for Dorm E, a place reserved for top students. The school evaluated every student on a variety of factors including leadership skills, extra curricular activities, and academics. They wanted Dorm E to have a culture of innovation, creativity, and success. The students would be society’s future leaders.

So dating was banned.

There was no need for romantic relationships. Those were reserved for commoners. The elites of society were meant for more and shouldn’t be tied down to a relationship.

So when Nametsu was caught dating Aone, the Council decided she was unsuitable to be a future leader. Her potential was negligible.

“Ugh, what they did to Nametsu was stupid,” she told him. “But she didn’t care anymore. You should have seen her eyes when she would describe Aone: stoic but warm.” Futakuchi saw a sad smile on Y/n’s face. “And when they kicked her out, it was as if she was walking down the aisle. Like one of those women dressed in white!” Y/n longed to be able to love like that too, to give it her all like Nametsu.

When Futakuchi raised an eyebrow at her, she realized what she said and she quickly covered her mouth. “Pretend you didn’t hear that,” she said in a hushed tone.

“Pfft,” he teased. “You’re telling me to forget that you watched a banned movie when we’ve been talking about your Dating Project this whole time?” That earned him a smack from her, using the teddy bear of course.

“I know so many students here who are in love,” she continued to complain. “I’ve seen how they pine for each other.” She let out a sigh. “But nobody wants to take that first step.”

“Well… they’re still the minority,” commented Futakuchi. “Most of the students in Dorm E agree with the Council - especially people like you who’ve been here their whole lives.”

Y/n gave him a smirk. “I still don’t know how you got in,” she said, lightly jabbing him.

“I just know how to not get caught,” Futakuchi grinned with pride at her.

Y/n was about to retort, but he suddenly stopped talking, blinking a couple of times. She saw the growing smirk he was trying to hide, but she caught on right away. “I know that look!”

“What look?” Futakuchi said as he averted his eyes away from her.

“That look when you get an idea that'll piss off someone,” she said, bending over while laughing.

“No it’s not,” he snapped back.

“How would you know what you look like right now?” she snickered. He didn’t answer. “Come oooon,” Y/n whined as she continued to poke him. “Tell me!”

“Ugh!” he groaned, finally giving in. “Alright.” He opened his mouth to tell her, but stopped short of actually verbalizing his idea. Instead, a blush covered his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

Y/n eyed him, grabbing his arm and saying, “What the heck? Are you going to tell me or what?”

Futakuchi let out another groan and shrugged her off. “Fine. Basically, you can do what you usually say: show don’t tell.” Y/n scrunched her brows. “You know… for the Dating Project.”

“Uhh… What?”

“Just start dating someone to encourage the other students to start dating,” he explained. “If you take the lead, others will follow.”

As Y/n scratched her head, seriously considering Futakuchi’s idea, he turned his head away from her. He started to bounce his knee, now regretting sharing his idea.

“Futakuchi…” Y/n said in a singing voice, causing him to look back at her. Y/n batted her eyes at him expectantly, knowing he would be quick to catch on.

“No,” he firmly replied. “I’m not doing it.”

“Please!!!”

“No.”

“But you’re the only one who agrees with me.”

“No I’m not.”

“Okay, you’re not,” Y/n admitted. “But you’re the only one who’s not pining after someone.”

Futakuchi grumbled as he ran his fingers through his hair. Of course she’d think that. She didn’t know he liked her - even though he did before he came to Dorm E.

Several years ago, he saw her and Nametsu through the wired fence bordering Dorms B and E. He hadn’t met anyone from Dorm E before, but he thought they were all nerds with no life, which was why Y/n peaked his interest. She danced. He watched her footwork and her swinging arms. He saw her there every Thursday afternoon, showing Nametsu the various moves she came up with and laughing at herself whenever she messed up. Little by little, his desire to see her up close grew. He even started to wonder if he had a chance to get into Dorm E. He did.

“Are you sure about dating me?” he asked. “Aren’t you worried about getting kicked out?”

“It’s worth the risk. I want to see the Dating Project happen.”

He sighed, scratching his temple. “Okay. Just on one condition,” he said in a serious tone. “Just to be clear, we are fake dating, okay? That’s the only way I’ll agree to this.”

With fake dating, they had a chance. He could weasel their way out if things got messy with the Council and they failed. There were no rules against fake dating. Even if there was just a small possibility he could keep them in Dorm E, he’d take it - even if it messed with his own feelings.

“I’m fine with that,” Y/n grinned. “Umm… but now what?”

“What do you mean? Do you seriously have no idea what to do?” replied Futakuchi.

“I’ve only watched one banned movie okay?” she replied, reminding Futakuchi she had no real life examples of people dating.

He took a deep breath, knowing he would be in for a rough one. If he was the one who needed to take the lead in this relationship, he didn’t know how he’d keep his feelings in check. But maybe he didn’t need to.

Futakuchi suddenly scooped up Y/n from the metal bench, her legs dangling across one arm and her back against his other. “Hey! What are you doing?” she complained.

He rolled his eyes and replied with a scowl, “Having fun with my fake girlfriend.” Futakuchi carried her to the large stairwell, scanning the area to make sure they were visible to most of the people in the building. As expected, some were already turning their heads.

When they got to the middle of the staircase, he put Y/n down and looked into her eyes, asking again, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Y/n nodded. As he studied her face, he admired how selfless she was, putting herself out there at the risk of being kicked out, hoping to change Dorm E. She longed for it to be a community where students would be free to date whomever they loved.

Taking her cheeks in his hands, he pulled her close and placed his lips on hers. Y/n’s eyes shot open in shock, Futakuchi seeing them after pulling away. “W-what was that?” she asked, her cheeks surprisingly red.

“A kiss you idiot!”

Looking down, she shyly asked, “Can we do that again?”

By now, Futakuchi could sense many eyes watching them. He heard mumbles and whispers around the building. But that wasn’t his current concern. He wondered how long they could keep their relationship fake.

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I hope you liked it. I'm a little worried you won't because this is slightly different from my usual. But I was glad I reopened my match-ups so I could write this for your birthday. lol.

Fun fact: This was inspired by a historical couple who got married to encourage others to do the same (and to provoke their opponents). I'll be surprised if anyone knows who I'm talking about. lol

I have another Futakuchi x reader fic called Anonymous Text, which is in canonverse and a cute and funny one, and a bunch of other fics too in my Masterlist.

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Matchup Request from @seijoh (Like usual, I didn’t use everything lol):

MATCHUP REQUESTS AYYYEEEE!! feel free to write based on anything u already know abt me plus: am a smol dancer and choreographer. i love to lead projects and come up w/new ideas. cooking/baking is lots of fun but nothing beats sitting in bed with a soft kitty, tons of blankets/stuffed animals, and just cuddled up over a tv show. or going out for food/museums!! ♡ i’m a firm believer in all or nothing, so i’m rly like that with relationships too ahdhsjjsakw. congrats on 500 again!! ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

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prince-toffee · 4 years

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Okay so I’m not sure how this happened, it kind of just did. I had this moment in my head, I wanted to write, of Adora and Hordak have a father daughter bonding moment while drinking beer. It’s not like something I do (hate beer), but I couldn’t get it out of my head.

It was nothing formal. No big celebration or festival or parade, they were saving it all up for Etheria Day next week, the fifth annual planet-wide celebration of the defeat of Prime and the Horde. In the eyes of the Etherian public that is, of course there were still hundreds apon thousands scattered Galactic Horde cells all across dozens of galaxies. But shhhhhh, let the heroes have a breather.

Glimmer very clearly stated she wanted the gathering to be casual, a small barbeque. Her father gladly working on the grill. Only close friends were invited, or at least that was the plan, but when each of the princesses know each other it gets crowded fast. And everybody felt bad not inviting Entrapta, but obviously that meant she’d bring Hordak, which was a big no go for most of the attendants. Ex-conqueror and all that.

But not inviting Entrapta felt wrong, like putting down a puppy. They felt an obligation to invite her. Mermista was slightly afraid she’d play ping-pong with their molecules if she found out they didn’t invite her, since she did casually mention once before she could do that. And so the party was in full swing, while Entrapta was educating the others that she was in fact just an adult woman with dwarfism rather than a child, her partner chose to relocate to a far corner of the royal garden and sat down on an old log near the hedges under the shadow of trees. He hoped he’d manage to disappear, hide in plain sight. Hoped he’d be forgotten if he didn’t interact, he only came for Entrapta.

Unfortunately for the alien, he was remembered. He felt weight descend apon the log a few inches away from him. He turned his head to the right just to be eye level with a fellow extra-terrestrial. She-Ra. Adora.

The golden Valkyrie warrior gave him a weak smile, it was clear that she had no idea how to approach small talk. Neither did he, that’s why he walked off, but there was no person on Etheria more stubborn and hopeful than her. God bless her heart.

“Sooooo, I don’t exactly know how to hit the ground running, so I resorted to the best conversation starter,” Adora held up two green tinted glass bottles, “You’re a beer guy right?” Hordak took one of the bottles, accepting the kind of gesture, he’d drink anything, anything would taste better than the purification pool. Adora was about to hand him the bottle opener to help with the cap, knowing Hordak wasn’t exactly made of muscles. But to her surprise the skeleton man didn’t require it, as he simply bite down on the cap and tore it off and spit it out. He sniffed it for a moment and proceeded to take a sip. He found out he didn’t hate it.

A small shiver escaped Adora as the chilly wind danced across her back. She currently didn’t have her jacket on her, because she gave it to Catra to keep her warm, a real - what one would call - serious power move. “You’re not cold?” She swore Hordak was the one most strangely clothed. He sported his iconic black dress, metallic knee high boots and forearm gauntlets, with dark red stained bandages pocking through underneath, and something that resembled a turtleneck without sleeves.

The silence returned. Hordak stayed quiet for longer than Adora expected, he took and another sip. His head bowed down in what Adora could only describe as anguish. “I can’t feel the cold.” He followed the statement with another gulp.

The Princess’ eyes widened slightly, “Oh... I didn’t know. I- I kind of thought you’re defects were healed, when Prime... you know... I should go.” In that awkward pause she decided that mentioning a person’s disability maybe wasn’t the greatest idea, between you and me, he is really sensitive. You should see him crying in bed after a night terror. Heh, what a looser.

“You aren’t incorrect.” Hordak admitted to her, which she took as a permission to stay. “Defection isn’t a path you can avoid. It simply happens. You may slow it down, but you can’t get rid of it. It simply... happens. That’s why Prime never bothered keeping defects around. Our ebb in efficiency is inevitable.”

“That’s terrible.”

“Really? I think it’s quite funny. A broken nobody faced against literally the strongest woman on the planet. Funny how the universe works.”

“Hey, I’m sorry. Cheer up.” She placed a hand on his shoulder, but removed it immediately as Hordak gave her a death glare. No touchy. She got it. “Ah, sorry again. W- Hey look I know it’s hard, and it’s tough to get the right words out. When I left the Horde I had a lot on my mind... C-... Castaspella runs private therapy sessions. Catra goes to her all the time, I went to her when I first got here. You should try it.” The girl gave the used-to-be warlord a reassuring smile, Hordak attempted to hide his own, pesky smiles, Hordak found that those kinds of gestures were infectious. He couldn’t count the number of times Entrapta made him turn into a, and I quote, ‘blushy-mushy’ puddle.

He cleared his throat, “Thank you for the advise. I will take it under consideration.”Satisfied with herself she extended her bottle to him, he indulged in a victorious clink of the glasses. And they both downed their drinks as if in a rush.

“What made you take me?” That was unexpected, but well, it had to come up eventually.

“What.”

“You know what. In the field.”

He looked down, trying to find answers somewhere in the empty bottle, no such luck. “I do not know. Shadow Weaver said she was potential in you. But I didn’t know what I saw. You were new. You were a completely unknown variable. Maybe there was - what you call - ‘good’ inside me all along, maybe you fascinated me on the level of a third grade science project, maybe there was nothing - I just did it and there’s nothing behind it.

...Or maybe everything was behind it.”

“Alright, I- Thank you for the ‘strongest woman on the planet’ complement, but it’s kind of undone by the ‘science project’ comparison.”

“My apologises. I have been told before I lack social skills.” He said eyeing the inside of the bottle checking if there was anything left inside. There wasn’t.

“It’s fine. You’re on par with Entrapta’s morbid space fascination. We kind of got used to it.”

“No one’s on par with Entrapta. She is unequalled.”

“You really fell head over heels for her didn’t you?” Adora stated as she attempted to slap the bottom of the bottle to get the last drops of the drink. Hordak couldn’t hide the smile that emerged at the mention of her name. “I know what you mean. When you find that someone, you’re other half, a soul mate. It’s a dream.”

“Is it? A dream, is that what it is?” Hordak massaged the bridge of his nose. Adora turned to him, all ears. “I- do not know how to put it into words. I have memorised the entire Etherian dictionary, and yet.”

“Really? Wow, who has the time? Wow. How? Wha- Nevermind, carry on.”

“I think I was going to take you in no matter what. It is not that I believe in a higher power, I can’t. But I feel like it is all set in stone, like it is all written out. Like no matter what, for better or for worse, it was always going to go the way it did. The exile. The formation of the Etherian Horde. You. The portal. And through that me dooming this world. It is as if it all needed to happen. All my life I wasn’t alive, I was asleep. In a dream. And then one day, I woke up.”

“Ho-”

“I- I can’t tell when, the defection, coming to this world, meeting her. But... the world changed. It all for the first time felt real. Like I had weight. Like my footsteps had impact. I awoke to reality. And for the first I’ve been looking around, sleeping things, taking it all in.”

“Hordak.”

I have had people interact with me. And I have done things. It all feels so real. Too real for a dream... but... Everything I thought was right was wrong and everything wrong was right. I look around at the things I notice them and I don’t know if they’re right or wrong - or if there even is such a thing. Or maybe it’s a matter of opinion, but can opinions be right or wrong.”

“Hordak, breath.”

“Are there any rules, qualifications, and conditions necessary for one thing to be itself, the way it is or does nothing matter? Is it all meaningless? Formless? I- I mean is an animal that obeys the laws of nature and the food chain right, or is it wrong?”

“Calm down. Slower. I ca-”

“My entire reality has been flipped on it’s head! I feel like I’m walking on a black and white chess board, but I can’t tell the colours apart. And if I misstep, I fall. But everything is upside down, so I don’t know where I’ll land. It’s all so different. I am imprisoned. Caged. Trapped. Am I falling into reality or into another dream. I just d-”

“Hordak!” Adora placed a hand on his shoulder, this time firmly, and it didn’t move away. “Bud, you’re on a loop.”

“My apologises, again. I just thought- I just thought after Prime it’d be all perfect, but it’s not.”

“...I know what you mean.”

Right. Of course she did. Hordak knew he dragged her and her fellow cadets into the loop. He kept walking in circles - he never broke the cycle, it was Adora. Because she was stronger and he was weak. Heh, funny how the universe works. Without a word the two looked down at their empty bottles and stood up simultaneously and went over to the barbeque for another drink, however stayed for Micah’s surprisingly good burgers.

They sat opposite each other, at the picnic bench. Hordak sank his fangs into the meat of the burger, bite off a large chunk, and found that he quite enjoyed it. He became more keen on the meat groups. No one in the history of Etheria had ever seen The Evil Horde’s Hordak eat. And next to She-Ra, it was like seeing bigfoot riding a unicorn. He greeted with an all too familiar bush of purple hair puffing around his shoulders. Entrapta had returned from her personal lecture session and looked tired because of it. “Umm, your burger looks good. Can I have a bite?” Her partner handed her the half eaten burger without a word. She yanked it out of his hand and began to nibble on it, despite her adoration for tiny food, she managed to make quick work of it. She just turned to face Hordak with puppy eyes silently.

“[sigh] Want me to get you another one?”

“Please and thank you.”

#spop #adora #hordak #entrapta #entrapdak

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barnesbabee · 4 years

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You sat on the grass of the rose-decorated maze and hid your face in your hands. You wanted to cry, to scream, to crumple up in a ball and fall asleep so you could wake up from this nightmare. This colourful land was truly misleading... It was so beautiful and apetizing to the eye, but you had been tortured the second you stepepd foot outside of the tiny door. A soft voice calling you by your name snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Miss? Miss Y/N?"

You looked up, with your watery eyes and red cheeks, and looked around.

Behind one of the bushes that served as a wall to the maze, a pair of bright red eyes almost covered by pitch-black hair stared at you.

The man slowly uncovered himself, and as he unraveled his whole image you recognized him as the person you had followed in the park.

"Who are you? How did you find me!?"

He walked over to you, slowly as possible, thinking that if he moved too fast you’d run (just like a wild animal) and knelt beside your figure.

"I'm the Rabbit! I followed you. I ran into the Hatter and he asked me to find you and escort you safely with great urgency!" The man was jittery as he whisper-yelled all the information to you.

In the distance, you could hear metallic footsteps approaching and both of you widened your eyes, his big, bright ones standing out from his pale face.

To your surprise, a pair of big, white, fluffy ears emerge from the top of his head. They turned many detections before he grabbed your wrist and started running towards what you presumed was the exit of this Hell.

In a normal scenario, you'd question his ears and eyes, mayhaps you’d freak out at the sight, but at this point all of this was mundane. The bunny-like man was just the tip of the iceberg of madness surrounding you,

The heels the King had given you were long gone and your bare feet roamed in the freshly cut grass as the Rabbit looked for a way out.

Anxiety started building up in the pit of your stomach when the footsteps got louder from one of the sides. The Rabbit took a sharp turn, trying to avoid what you assumed were the King's card army looking for you.

After about fifteen minutes of running, your legs starts going numb, but the 'light at the end of the tunnel' gave you all of the strength you needed to exit the labyrinth. The well-built male pulled you roughly as he turned you both to run along a gravel road that lead to someplace unknown to you.

The small pieces of rock hurt your feet, but you didn’t care. All you wished for was a safe place to take shelter in.

“Where are we going Rabbit!?” You questioned him, almost out of breath.

He only glanced at you and ran a little faster.

Damned Bunny…

After a minute or so, you could see a small shed in the distance. It was almost covered by the flowers surrounding it. Big flowers, like the ones that had greeted you when you first arrived. They fell on top of the little white house with a hay roof, almost as if hiding it, or protecting it.

When the animal-turned-man opened the door of the little habitation, he nearly pushed you inside. You looked around, the interior was strangely big compared to the outside…The Hatter sat inside the house along with his two friends, the Dormouse and the Hare. They were all served tea, of course.

You stood inside, with disheveled hair and puffy red cheeks, as your chest rose and fell quickly from all the running. In short, you looked like a mess.

“If the cards find out about this location because of you” Absolem’s blue tip of the finger pointed in your direction “I’ll personally make sure every single one of you is beheaded.”

The easiness and seriousness with which Absolem said that scared you a little, and you gathered all of the energy left in you to snap your head at the man moving across the room with wide eyes.

A faint giggle sounded in the air and you immediately knew that Cheshire was present as well.

He swiftly appeared, cross-legged, and sitting in the air as he looked down at you. He rested his head in his palm and smiled fondly.

“He doesn’t mean that, sweetheart.”

Absolem shot Cheshire a look and squinted his eyes.

“Oh but I do mean it.” He replied.

The Cat just rolled his eyes and sat on a chair, like a normal person. Or cat… These ‘people’ made you confused on what you should call them.

“L-looks like the King took a liking to you!” The Rabbit exclaimed before anyone could say anything else.

He pointed at your red and black dress, decorated with the King’s beloved hearts. The Hatter immediately jumped in his seat, and you watched curiously as his orange locks bounced with him. He made a disgusted face as he waved his hands in the air in distress.

“Oh but it’s hideous! You must take that off right now silly!” The Hatter complained.

You looked down at your dress and inspected it with your hands.

“But what else would I wear?...” You asked and cocked your head to the side.

The man thought for a second, tapping his chin with his index finger in a pensive manner. As he was thinking of a solution, his big, green eyes caught sight of Absolem’s blue curtains.

“Hatter? Hatter what on Wonderland are you doing!?” Absolem asked, clearly filled with indignation as to why his guest had just ripped his beloved blue curtain.

Everyone watched in awe as the Hatter pulled out a pair of scissors from the inside of his green jacket. He cut the fabric with no mold whatsoever, but he did it with such confidence that it was impossible to question him. When the man was done trimming it, he grabbed a pointy needle from his hat and began sewing it with a white string he had pulled from somewhere you hadn’t even seen.

It was truly mesmerizing how quickly his hands worked with the string, hooping it and tightening it around the light blue fabric. Absolem’s horrified expression quickly turned into a curious one, as he watched along with everybody else.

Once the Hatter was done, he turned his final project inside out so all of the sewing marks would be facing the inside. He proudly stood up and showed the result to everyone.

“Ta-da!” He cheered, holding up a beautiful, made-on-the-spot, blue dress.

“It’s beautiful Hatter!” You chimed.

“Do you like it?” He asked, as he handed you the dress.

You nodded with a smile, excited about the gorgeous new piece of clothing that had been made just for you, and held it close to your chest.

Absolem pointed to a room in which you could change, and you quickly got rid of the ugly red and black dress and replaced it with the piece of clothing that had previously been a curtain. You took a look in the mirror and fixed your hair as best as you could.

After walking out, you twirled, watching as the flowy dress danced around you.

“How did you do this so quickly yet so perfectly?” You asked, curious at the man’s skills.

The Hatter shrugged.

“I may be just a hatter, but I do know my ways around fabric.” He explained, and a small giggle left his lips by the end of his sentence.

You thanked him for the beautiful piece as you brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

“When you’re done playing fashion runway, should we discuss why the Hatter was so eager on finding this random girl?”

You were a little offended at the fact that Cheshire had called you ‘random girl’, but then again, you were a random girl, that had fallen into this world by pure accident. Why had he gone through such trouble?

The Hatter blushed, perhaps because of all of the attention he suddenly got (all pairs of eyes in the room were suddenly on him!), perhaps for some other unknown reason…

“W-well I- I certainly couldn’t leave such an innocent creature in the hands of a beast, under such tyranny as the King’s! Who knows what he had planned for her before the Rabbit helped her escape, who knows what he did to her before!”

All of the heads turned to face you, what had he done to you after all?...

“The King was… an odd character for sure. He showed no interest in me at first, but when he bothered to lift his head and look at me something changed. He ordered me to get my clothes changed. Changed into that,” you pointed at the room in which your previous dress laid in “and then took me for a stroll in the park. It might shock you if I say this, but he didn’t seem all that bad-”

Everyone in the room gasped, cutting you off from your sentence. The Hatter had gone as far as covering his mouth with his hand and the Hare was gripping the sides of his head, as if you were the mad one instead of them.

“Would you listen to me? He didn’t seem all that bad as we walked, he talked like a normal person… That was until he noticed the roses in the garden were white… Then he ordered the guards to decapitate whoever had planted the roses. I was scared, and I couldn’t think of doing anything but running.”

Your hands roamed in front of you as you explained the story, and everyone in the room paid you full attention, as if you were telling them the most curious tale they’d ever heard.

The Rabbit, who had been listening attentively with his arms crossed as he tapped his foot, nodded.

“Yes, yes that’s true. His majesty hates white roses.”

Cheshire evapored from his chair and showed up again next to you, startling you a little.

“And what do you suggest we do with her now? We don’t know where she’s from, and I surely doubt she knows how to get back, or else she wouldn’t be standing here.” The Cat concluded, as he pet his own ears.

There was a long silence. Everyone was thinking, yet none of them knew what about. What possibly could they do? Hide her forever? Walk (possibly) for eternity looking for her home? The current circumstances were a mystery no one knew the answer to.

The peaceful sound of nothing was broken when two tall boys barged in through the uncovered window.

“Oi, what is this? Is this a party?”

“So it would seem!”

“It is a party!”

“A party it is!”

You had no idea who was who, but their quick manner of talking left you dizzy with just a couple of words.

“Be quiet!” The Hare exclaimed.

His eyes twitched and his nostrils widened in anger as he gnashed his teeth. Clearly they drove him even madder.

“Tweedles, would you calm down? We’re trying to settle an important matter…” Absolem requested.

The boys exchanged a confused look and shrugged, before inviting themselves in and settling amongst the others. Absolem sighed and held the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger as he watched both boys tumble inside the house, making as much noise and accidentally tipping over as many items as possible.

“What is it we’re discussing?” The taller Tweedle asked.

“Yes, what would the discussion we’re discussing be?” The other one asked.

“W-we, we don’t know what to do with Y/N.” The rabbit explained.

“Yes, the King seems to have taken a liking to her and so has the Hatter…”

The man inquestion looked at Cheshire, absolutely flabbergasted at the comment.

“I certainly do not! Don’t speak such nonsense little Cat!”

You and Cheshire giggled at the little blush painted in Hatter’s cheeks and at the way he became agitated.

Meanwhile, Absolem stared at all of them with a face that could only be described as omniscient. He sat in his kitchen’s counter, one leg crossed over the other, while his elbow rested on one of his knees.

The Hare decided to join the fun and tease his friend, poking his side while giggling and subconsciously twitching his eye.

Only after a while did someone notice the Catterpiller’s odd behaviour. In a normal scenario he had already yelled at them to settle down and be serious about the matter in hands.

“Absolem?” The Dormouse called “What are you so quiet for?”

He only sighed and climbed down from his seat. Everyone followed the man’s movements with their eyes, watching as he walked over to you and tilted your chin up with his index finger.

“I’ve found the key.” He replied.

“Hm, and the key for what? If we might ask?” Cheshire asked with big eyes, as he rested his chin on Absolem’s shoulder.

“For everything, actually. I’ve found what to do with her, and I now know how to lift this dreadful curse.”

Gasps echoed in the air, and you became a little afraid. The image of you being sacrificed in some horrid way flashed to your head and you prayed to whatever was out there for the solution to be a different one.

“She, my friends, is going to trick the King.”

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