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bettyshoweduptotheparty · 7 months

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Midnights duality (part 2): Meet me at midnight

So, we’ve established that Midnights is the era where Taylor makes it known that there are two versions of her story, and that the prevailing narrative can’t be trusted and she’s letting a second (conflicting) narrative exist alongside it. This brings me back to the sentence that concluded the album announcement and opened the first track: Meet me at midnight.

Sounds so simple, right? But who are we meeting at midnight? It’s not the public Taylor, because we’ve known her for a while. So it must be the private one, the one that wears trainers and a T-shirt and bleeds purple glitter. Let’s meet her.

Where, other than in the mv, do we see this private Taylor? On the big screen during the Eras tour performance of Anti Hero. And what is she doing? Screaming and waving at us before she walks off in a huff. Guess no one was there to meet her…

She is also the one taking notes when performance Taylor is doing the teaching. I find it noteworthy that the public Taylor here is dressed in 1989 outfit and is holding the pointer stick in the same way she used to swing and hold the golf club in the Blank Space performance on the 1989 tour. She is also the one slut-shaming and bullying Taylor about her weight in the bathroom scene, two things we know were very prominent during the 1989 era so this ‘Anti Hero’ villain is her 1989 self, the height of her fame and perfectly crafted public persona. So this private Taylor that we are meeting is taking notes from her 1989 self. Interesting… And even more interesting that we are now getting a vault track on 1989tv called SLUT!. And I have just learned today that we are quite possibly getting a mv for this song… so would this be the place to meet our new Taylor? I think it’s a contender.

I have said in my post about the burning Lover house, that I take from the blue flames that 1989tv will move the narrative of this new Taylor forward quite a bit and as we are nearing the release (5 days to go as I’m writing this) I get that feeling more and more. Yes, I am not blind or deaf, I am very well aware that Taylor is currently doing her very best performance of NFL player’s gf, but I actually think that furthers my duality in public narrative and performance art point from part 1. Because, while I’m sure I don’t need to give you any examples of the excessive articles and media coverage of Taylor’s outings with either MH or TK, I just want to remind you of what other articles and media coverage has emerged in recent months, and this is not a story that would have made the NY Times or Cosmopolitan even a year ago.

Yep, Gaylor has entered the mainstream media. Not something that was on my 2023 bingo card, if I’m honest. Not even during the spring and summer of 2019, during Taylor’s soft launch phase, was her queerness this openly discussed in mainstream media. And not just as a general idea, some of the articles are linking her to very specific women in the past and, as if that wasn’t enough, the women in question have promptly appeared in public, either non-denying a relationship with her (looking at you DA), or showing up at her concert after a supposed years-long feud, adding fuel to the fire. And didn’t Taylor make a spectacle of looking lovingly up at Karlie in the stands at the last LA show, a show that she hyped up enough with 1989 announcement easter eggs that she could be sure everyone was watching. She wants to give this new narrative a platform. Yes, the straight girl pap walks are happening, but so is this. Pick your narrative. Especially the inclusion of Taylor in posts from official LGBTQ charities like Stonewall and Glaad seems significant to me, because they are non-profit organisations that are dedicated exclusively to preserving and telling queer people’s stories and would never risk their reputation or seriousness of their cause by participating in clout chasing or name dropping. And I know that these two things going on simultaneously seem super confusing, but I’m starting to think the confusion is part of the act. This is the tale of the two Taylors and it’s our job to work out which is which. The Stonewall Archive specifically tagged Taylor in their post about an exhibit on media coverage and public perception… they know something we don’t.

The re-emergence of pap walks alone is something I wasn’t expecting. Over the last 7 years we have known Taylor as a private person after her turbulent 1989 era. She was mostly quiet, stayed out of the headlines, no pap walks or public appearances outside of award shows and select performances. After all, reputation Taylor told us that the old Taylor died and the new version didn’t explain anything or show her face in public much. But 2023 Taylor has felt a lot like that old Taylor, right?? The pap walks, the girl squad, the high publicity romances… So, hasn’t Taylor learned her lesson from her 1989 self after all?

I think she has, but she wants the rest of the world to eat their words and see how ridiculous this is. Will this all be part of a Slut! mv? Maybe. Or it could be a way to distract the fanbase from something else that’s going on. One very notable difference in the pap walks now is how confidently herself she is when she’s photographed with her friends or going to the studio. Back in 2014 she would leave the gym looking like she was walking the runway with not a hair out of place, and now she is walking the streets of NYC looking queer as ever. (I swear she googled ‘How to look like a lesbian’ before picking that second outfit…) And I’ve seen how much it confuses the swifties. And I’m here for it 😋 Question though, if she’s going into the studio looking this gay, is the music coming out of these sessions going to be equally💅 ?

Something is brewing and 1989tv is the next thing on the horizon, so let’s look at that.

Midnight and Sunrise

Having been introduced to our new Taylor at the beginning of Midnights, she’s taken us through the main album, then the 3am bonus tracks, to the til dawn edition. With every new midnights edition we have worked our way through the night from midnight, to 3am, to dawn. So, next would be sunrise, right? And there have actually been a few mentions of sunrise and daylight in both the 1989tv marketing and other media coverage. I’ve spoken about the midnights to daylight theory before, as it’s one that many Gaylors have speculated on, but I think there has been quite a bit of movement on this recently.

Firstly, there is the yellow 1989tv vinyl that is conveniently named the ‘Sunrise Boulevard edition’. Not only does it have the word sunrise in it, it is also a direct reference to the Stonewall National Museum & Archive, which is located on this road in Fort Lauderdale, FL. And with the emergence of all the other variations of the 1989tv vinyl, it is easy to spot that they all have a sunlit beach theme (a big change from the OG 1989 city theme!) and with the recent leak of a purple version on the website of a record shop, we now have a full rainbow of 1989tv vinyls. Sunrise and rainbows… I think I have an idea where this may be going. But hang on, there is more.

Remember when I said that the Stonewall National Archive knows something we don’t? A few days ago, they posted this on their Instagram with lyrics from Taylor’s happiness, highlighting and italicising the word sunrise and pointing everybody’s nose in the caption to their address at 1300 E Sunrise Boulevard:

This feels VERY intentional. And I’ve never really looked at the happiness lyrics in that way, having taken the song to be about Scott B and her old label, but when Stonewall is using these exact lines in that context, with a strong suggestion that they have insider knowledge, it seems worth looking at them again.

In the caption, SNMAL say that they ‘celebrate the glorious sunrise of LGBTQ+ history’ with the pride flag and sunshine emoji. So, could it be that the Sunrise Blvd vinyl and accompanying rainbow variations of 1989tv are going to bring some kind of moment in history for LGBTQ people? It certainly sounds like this is about more than just Taylor. Perhaps furthering the theory that there may be a double album on the horizon with the second one being all collaborations. Stonewall also liked a comment on this post that said that something is in the air 🌈

They also included the line about flickers of light from the dress I wore at midnight. Flickers of light, as in glimpses of her queerness? The ones we are seeing now in all those articles are social posts? The mention of a dress immediately throws my mind back to the rainbow dress that Billy Porter ended up wearing at World Pride 2019, but that was almost certainly meant for Taylor. And out of all the photos of Taylor from the VMAs this year, which one did GLAAD choose to post on their Instagram in September? Yep, the one with Billy Porter. Takes me back to 2019… and something else does too, actually: The Cruel Summer live single release.

Cruel Summer was released as a single this June, 4 years after its initial release. And almost made it to No.1. It was certainly on the radio A LOT. The Lover set is also the opening act of the Eras tour, so this summer has certainly had some 2019 throwbacks. And remember how the Lover era started? With ME! Out now! on Lesbian Visibility Day, followed by the sunshine and rainbows parade that was the mv and (as we later learned from the documentary) 'Cats, unicorns and gay pride... things that make me ME.' And now, in October 2023, Taylor released a live version of Cruel Summer and used the very photo from the 2019 shoot as a cover for the single. And not only was that a 2019 photo shoot, it was the last photo she posted on her instagram in June 2019 before she was meant to wear the dress at NYC Pride. I think she captioned it something like 'calm before the storm'. And now that photo has made a comeback. If I were a betting woman...(and I've learned better than to ever make predictions when it comes to Miss Taylor Swift these days) but if I were I'd say it looks like she's taking another run at this. Meet ME at midnight...and then follow me into the daylight. ☀

And one more thing before I conclude this monstrosity of an essay, I found Taylornation's post for the midnights anniversary last week a bit mysterious:

It says 'Tonight we celebrate an album written by the one that could make us stay. After all the sleepless nights and friendship bracelets we've shared, we hope you know you're never really on your own, kid.' Sounds a bit like a pep talk (and a plea at the same time) to me. Why do the fans need reminding of the good times and be asked to stay? Where would they go and why?? And the first picture in the carousel is our girl 'home Taylor' from the Anti Hero mv, looking contemplative, maybe waiting for someone to come and finally let her out of that house. And the photo immediately after it is Taylor as we know her, smiling for photos with her fans at the movie premier. The two Taylors again...but one is in black and white and the other is in screaming colour 😉iykyk.

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 11 months

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Rich!SoftDom!Joel x F!AFAB!sub! Reader Pt 2 - Celebrating You

Warnings: General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.

Specific Warnings: Mentions of former Sex Work, Drinking, Alcohol, soft!dom Joel, soft Sub/Dom dynamics, Power imbalance (if you really squint), implied age gap but it’s not really important - reader could be any(obviously legal) age, No descriptions of Reader, No Use of Y/N, Reader is former SWorker and an app developer, Spanking, sub/dom punishment (it’s modest), PiV sex (protected), oral sex F!Receiving, public sex/voyeurism (modest), Jealous Joel.

Let me know if I missed anything!

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Summary: You’re up for an award for work, you hate these kinds of things but you had to do it. What you find waiting for you makes it worth your while.

You look at yourself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror next to the large king-size bed of the hotel room. You smooth down the backless, emerald green, halter-neck dress with the scandalous neckline that showed off the valley between your breasts. Your gold closed toed heels were higher than you’d usually wear, but Jenna had picked the outfit for you, so you had no choice but to accept your fate. You pick up your gold clutch purse and take a few calming breaths before checking you had the essentials.

Purse, phone, room keycard, lipstick.

You note the contents of your purse before picking up your black double-breasted coat, draping it over your arm striding out of the door as confidently as possible. You wobble slightly in the heels but recover quickly as you shut the door behind you.

You ride the elevator down to the ballroom and feel the nerves building in your chest, anxiety sitting on your diaphragm like a lead weight. But you tilt you head up high as you stride out onto the marble floor of the foyer. You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you notice the stares and quiet whispers from people around you as you head towards the open doors of the ballroom. A banner over the door reads Innovating the Innovative: Celebrating socially conscious app development.

Your name is called as soon as you cross the threshold and your new boss, Eileen, waves you over to her table close to the stage, the tables were filling up rapidly and you feel the lurch of dread at all the people, you swallow harshly, you were going to be up there, on stage, with so many eyes on you. Eileen pulls you into a tight hug as you reach the table.

“Nervous?” She asks as you sit down together. She’s in a sleek black bodycon with a slit in the thigh to show off her smooth alabaster legs. Her long blonde hair is styled up and you can’t help but check her out. Most of your interactions had been by video call since you started at the new job so it’s nice to really get a feel for the kind of person she is.

“Are you kidding? Of course I am.” You say with a laugh as you scan around the mostly empty table. You note the two place cards to your right, Ellie Miller, Joel Miller. You don’t recognise the names immediately but they had to be important if they were sat with you and the boss.

Joel.

You say the name in your head, fond memories of a hotel not too dissimilar to this fill your mind. A pang of longing tugs at your chest at the lost opportunity. You had forgotten to give him your number, and by the time Jenna reached out again you were too busy to find time.

“You’ll do fine, you got a speech prepared?” She asks, snapping you out of your daydream, as she heralds a waiter over to you to take drinks orders.

“Of course, it’s all up here,” You tap your temple and Eileen rolls her eyes at you, “Who’ve we got joining us tonight?” You ask, pointing to the four unoccupied seats around the table.

“Oh it’s just the Chairman of the board, his brother, and his two daughters.” Eileen says noncommittally and your eyes go wide in panic. She picks up on it immediately and places a warm hand on your knee.

“Don’t worry they never turn up to these things, too busy for these kinds of dog-and-pony shows.” She says with a smile and you feel the tension ease. You order a bottle of champagne for the table as the final seats begin to fill.

“I’m just going to step out for some air, I’ll be back before appetisers are served.” You say before scurrying off through the hotel and onto the streets of LA. You walk a few steps away from the entrance before sitting down on an empty bench.

You sit for a while, watching people pass you by, some giving you wide-eyed stares that both make you feel great and even more nervous all at the same time. You look at your phone for the time and reluctantly head back inside, your mind abuzz as you somehow manage not to trip up the steps to the foyer.

Fucking heels, way too tall.

You approach the table to see three of the empty seats now filled, a handsome man in his forties with a pristine, white, open collared shirt rolled up to the elbows. His long hair is tied back in a loose ponytail. Two women sit next to him, the closest to him has dark hair styled in tight braids, gold beads placed at careful intervals to accentuate her gold sequinned dress. The other woman is maybe five years her junior, her hair is loose around her shoulders. She’s wearing a fuchsia pink suit and black shirt, you see bright white Doc Martens peaking out from under the tablecloth.

You take your seat gingerly, smiling around the table as three pairs of eyes lock onto you.

“Hi I’m,” You give your name and the man speaks first.

“I’m Tommy, nice to meet you honey.” Tommy says with a nod. His Texan accent is silky smooth and you feel the heat flash across your cheeks at the pet name.

“I’m Sarah, and this is my little sister Ellie.” She says with a teasing smile and Ellie huffs, cheeks going bright red.

“I’m not a kid anymore Sarah.” She grumbles but the smile on her lips betrays the laughter at some kind of in-joke you aren’t privy to.

“Nice to meet you all.” You say softly, taking a sip of your champagne as your mouth suddenly feels very dry.

“Sorry I’m late girls, got caught up with a client, glad Uncle Tommy could get you here in one piece, and on time.” You freeze, your stomach fluttering as you realise you know that voice. You don’t turn as he sits down, praying you’re wrong, that it’s another gravelly-voiced Texan named Joel and not your Joel, it can’t be.

It is.

Your Joel sits in the seat next to you, flicking the place card playfully at his youngest daughter who catches it with ease. He still hasn’t noticed you, his full attention on his girls. His hair is slicked back, thick rimmed glasses rest on the bridge of his strong nose. His black suit fits him perfectly, the high collared shirt and no tie suited him down to the ground. His facial hair is trimmed, still patchy, still splintered with silver. Still as handsome as you remember. You rub your knees together in frustration as you feel arousal sting at the base of your spine. You look away, draining the last of your champagne before focusing on pouring another glass.

“Took my seat.” He says with an exaggerated sigh as he turns to look at you. You see his warm brown eyes go wide out of the corner of your eye and you know you can’t keep avoiding looking at him forever. You slowly turn with a fake smile plastered on your face as you try not to react to the look on his face. He’s just as surprised to see you as you are him.

It’s been over a year since he fucked you senseless in a hotel room for an obscene amount of money. A whole year since you had anywhere near as much fun with a guy, in bed or out. But you’d gotten this job soon after, and as appealing as he was, you’d turned down his many attempts to spend another night with him. Much to Jenna’s disappointment.

It was a one time thing, I needed the money, it was a one time thing.

But you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think about that night often, the mind-blowing sex, the post-sex cuddling, the ease at which you had just enjoyed each other’s company in that lavish hotel room. It was a perfect fantasy, and that’s all it could ever be, all it would ever be.

“Hey.” Is all he says as his eyes wander over your body, as if trying to believe that you’re really here.

“Hey I’m,” You give your name as you hold your hand out to shake.

“Joel, Joel Miller.” He says as his hand grasps yours. The familiar rough, well worked skin is delightful on your palm. His large hand engulfs yours and you have to suppress a whine as he grips you tightly.

“Pleasure to meet you.” You eek out and you see his moustache twitch at the waver in your voice.

“The pleasure’s all mine.” He says with a wicked grin, which only sends heat driving to your core. At that moment waiters arrive to serve starters and you’re thankful for the distraction, but you suddenly don’t have an appetite. You listen to Eileen fawn over Joel, doing the corporate networking dance of overly praising him, whilst undervaluing herself. He plays along, but all the time he’s stealing glances at you, looking away when you caught him.

Tommy catches your gaze from across the table and gives you a wink. You feel the heat spread across your cheekbones at the action and you feel Joel stiffen next to you. Tommy’s gaze flicks to him and he rolls his eyes before looking back down at his soup, a knowing smile plastered on his face now.

The rest of the dinner goes on without incident and as the desert plates are being cleared you make your excuses and head to the toilet. The bathroom is unisex, with individual stalls lining the wall. You head to the furthest one as you hear the main door open and shut behind you. You don’t look, not thinking about anything or anyone else as you try to find a quiet space to freak out in private.

Strong hands grip your waist as you reach for the latch, you yelp in surprise as you’re spun around. You get ready to scream or cuss out your assailant when you see those soft, chocolate brown eyes magnified by the lenses framing his face. Joel looks at you with a hunger that makes your toes curl painfully in your tight heels. You feel yourself being drawn to him, those soft lips framed beautifully by his moustache.

“Fuck, and I thought you looked good in jeans and sneakers.” He rumbles, his thumbs digging into your hips with force enough to bruise.

“Joel what are you doing?” You gasp, your heart in your throat as you try to reign in the desire to pull him into a stall and let him fuck you against the door.

“Sorry, that was really inappropriate of me.” Joel says as you watch a blush creep over his face as he lets go of you. He steps back and looks bashful, a picture of the day you opened the door to him all that time ago.

“You never did know when to quit, huh?” You say, scraping your mind for an adequate quote, but it’s obscure so you’re not sure if he’ll get it. But the corner of his mouth twitches and you feel the rush of excitement stir in your chest.

“Damned good to see ya, Dutch.” He responds, completing the Predator quote without hesitation.

“Joel I-,” You start but he presses a firm finger to your lips, the sensation is maddening. You want to open your lips and take the digit into your mouth, suck on it and make him groan. You want him as much as you did a year ago, maybe more.

“It’s ok, I get it, you clearly got back on your feet, don’t need creepy old men like me to pay your rent.” He says, suddenly looking small in his expensive suit as he looks shyly at you through his thick glasses. Just like the way he looked at you on the bed.

“You’re not old and that’s not why, well, yes. I did get this job and they pay’s great,” You say with a meek smile, “I like you Joel, I had an amazing night with you and I just felt weird about taking money from you again when I’d have done it for free.” You say, feeling small and foolish as you admit so much to a man you barely know. You’re regretting more than ever not giving him your number.

“I see.” Is all Joel can say as he looks you up and down, clearly mulling something over behind those soft brown eyes. You feel anxiety gnawing at you as you realise Eileen could come looking for you any second. You had to make a decision, fast.

You step forward, hands trembling slightly as you cup his face, his facial hair tickles your thumbs as you rub soothingly against his jaw. You look into Joel’s eyes and watch as his pupils dilate, his tongue darts over his bottom lip and all restraint goes out of the window as you remember how it felt to have that very same tongue buried in your wet, needy cunt.

You both move in tandem, Joel’s hands fly to your hips as you pull him backwards into the stall, your lips crashing together with desperation. Your teeth bump together with a soft click and you both laugh as Joel turns to latch the door behind you. You’re both panting as you stand in the cubicle, the sink and toilet leaving very little room for your bodies.

“Sure you want to do this?” Joel asks softly, as he hesitates to touch you, his hands hovering over your hips.

“Buy me breakfast and it’s a deal.” You say breathily as you wrap your fingers around his wrists, guiding them to your hips. He pulls your hips against his slowly, sliding his hands around to cup your ass through your dress.

“Deal.” He growls as he pins you against the wall, hands sliding down under the hem of your dress as he kisses you. His tongue forcing its way into your mouth as you whimper, his rough fingertips brushing against your thighs as he tracks them up to the waistband of your panties. You were grateful you decided to wear something sexy, a red lace thong and matching strapless push up bra.

“Fuck sweetheart, I don’t have a condom.” He sighs as he presses his forehead against yours, you stifle a laugh. His voice is ragged, desperate, matching the coursing need rushing through you as every touch, every press of his body against yours reminds you of what you’d been missing.

“Neither do I, didn’t intend to get laid tonight.” You laugh, loving the way he sounds, just as frustrated and whiny as you do, as he tries to restrain himself.

“I could make a supplies run, but we don’t have time.” He grumbles but his hands continue to inch up your thighs.

“I trust you Joel.” You whimper but he just shakes his head.

“No chance, I want to do this properly sweetheart, condoms until I get you a copy of a health screening,” He says firmly and the conviction to give you full and clear consent makes you even more desperate for him, “But I’m not leaving this bathroom without taking care of you.” He says as he kisses the corner of your mouth, his lips sucking and nipping at the skin of your jaw. You keen under him arching up against his hard cock, his tight suit pants doing nothing to disguise how hard, and how large he is.

“Joel they’re going to come looking for me, I’m up for an award.” You whine as he sucks firmly on your neck, not hard enough to leave marks but hard enough to elicit desperate breathy whimpers from you.

“Best come quickly for me then sweetheart.” His voice is thick with desire, his hands bunching up the skirt of your dress as he sinks to his knees.

“Joel the floor’s dirty don’t-!” You begin to protest but you’re cut off by the press of Joel’s hot mouth against your clothed cunt. The sensation is obscenely hot as he mouths gently against your clit through the fabric. You groan and roll your hips up into his eager mouth.

“Shh, gotta be quiet.” He breathes against your thigh as he rolls your panties down, he lifts up your left ankle to slip your panties off, followed by your right. He tucks them into the front pocket of his suit before looking up at you, his glasses steaming up as he grins at you. You glide your fingers along his jaw with your right hand, your left bracing against the sink.

“I like you in glasses.” You say softly, his big brown eyes magnified behind the prescription lenses. He turns his head into your palm and the brush of his patchy facial hair followed by the press of his hot, plush lips against your skin makes you shudder, your pussy clenching around nothing as you start to feel incredibly needy. He grips the crook of your knee and guides your thigh over his shoulder, opening you wider for him and you oblige, shifting your weight against the sink to keep yourself upright.

“I like you in green, and red.” He says as he nuzzles against your palm, you feel the tips of your ears go hot as you rub your thumb along his jaw. He kisses up your thigh slowly, the sound of the main bathroom door barely registering as he licks slowly up the seam of your folds, sucking slowly on your clit as he flattens his tongue against it, the stimulation of his coarse moustache electric on your sensitive skin. He pulls back, glasses fully steamed up as he laughs, your arousal coating his lips.

“Gotta take these off.” He explains as he slips them into his jacket pocket, next to your thong. You nod, not trusting your own voice. Joel’s mouth finds your tight, aching hole, swiping his tongue up to your clit and back down again, burying his tongue inside you.

“Fuck Joel, make me feel so good.” You whine, the familiar warmth spreading from your spine to your core as you feel your orgasm building. You bite your lip and pull Joel in closer, guiding his mouth to your clit as you rake your fingernails through the patchy facial hair on his jaw. He notches a thick finger at your entrance and you have to clamp your hand over your mouth as you moan at the slow press of his thick digit against your walls.

You hear your name called from the room beyond the door and Eileen’s voice snaps your attention away from Joel for a brief second. Your eyes go wide and you look down to see Joel’s smile before he covers your clit with his mouth, swirling his thick tongue around it with blinding pressure as you bite down on the flesh of your palm. A knock on the door has Joel’s second finger hesitate as he looks up at you with amusement sparkling in his lust-blown eyes.

“Occupied.” He grunts as his second finger enters you. You exhale violently through your nostrils as you try not to scream at the knee-weakening stretch, the fullness of his two fingers inside you is torturous. Your fingers on the edge of the sink are cramping from holding on so hard, your knuckles white as you feel your walls clench hard around him. The sound of Eileen’s startled apology and the click of her heels on the tile have you letting out a shaky breath.

“Joel you’re a bad man.” You pant, removing your hand from your mouth, the semi-circle imprint of your teeth embarrassingly deep as you examine it. He sees and immediately takes your hand to press a soft kiss to either side of the heel of your palm.

“I know, but you love it,” He winks at you and you clench around his thick fingers as the combination of tenderness and confidence sends heat rushing through you, electrifying your skin, you’re so close, you can feel it, “But later you can be as loud as you want sweetheart, want to hear you.” He growls before latching back onto your clit, flicking aggressive strokes against your clit as he pumps his fingers into you, curling them slightly to hit your g-spot. Your head falls back as you come hard around Joel’s fingers, he keeps thrusting into you, knuckles slapping flush against you until you still around him.

“Fuck, I missed your pretty little cunt.” He breathes against your thigh before removing his fingers. He pops them in his mouth and groans, sucking your arousal greedily before gently removing your thigh from his shoulder. You lean back against the tiled wall, the thrum of your orgasm making you feel lofty, weightless, as you bask in the afterglow.

“Missed those skilful fingers and doting mouth Joel.” You retort as you run a hand over your face, careful not to smudge your makeup. Joel gets up from his knees with a soft groan, followed by a sharp pop. You wince at the sound, but Joel straightens with a playful grimace on his face.

“Happens all the time, knees not what they used to be.” He shrugs and you feel a smile ghost your lips as you hold your hand out for your panties. Joel grins as he fishes them out only to tuck them into the internal pocket of his jacket. You bite your lip playfully at the sight of it.

“Make a habit of eating out women in bathroom stalls and stealing their panties?” You tease and you see the blush creep up his strong neck, spreading to his cheeks as he wipes his glasses on his suit jacket.

“Never, but the moment I realised it was you…” He pauses, as if unsure if he should continue.

“Tell me.” You say softly, taking the glasses from his hands, slowly placing them back to rest on his strong nose. The gesture is intimate, unnecessary, but you wanted to put him at ease, you want him to know you didn’t regret this. There was also something about Joel, form the moment you met him, that made you want to be gentle with him, tender with him.

“I just didn’t think I’d see you again, and ever since you fell asleep with your head in my lap, watching that shitty Nick Cage movie, I’ve wanted more. I just didn’t know how to ask, how to contact you without...” He shrugs, his face clouded with doubt and regret.

“Hey, don’t get caught up in the what if’s now,” You say as you cup his jaw with both hands, tilting his face to make him look at you, “We can talk about the specifics later, but if you want, I’ll be in my room once I can disentangle myself from this party, we’ve got lost time to make up for.” You say grabbing some paper towels to clean up the mess between your legs before straightening you dress in the mirror. You fix your makeup and turn to Joel one last time.

“I do really need to get out there,” You say with genuine regret in your voice, you’d much rather take Joel upstairs and spend the rest of the night with him, under him, over him, but you had shit to do, “Clean yourself up Mr Miller, you’ve got something on your chin.” You lean in as you speak, whispering in his ear for the last bit before hurrying out of the stall. You hear him exhale loudly before laughing softly to himself as you close the door behind you.

You make it through your speech with relative ease, eliciting a few chuckles from the crowd. You notice Joel taking his place a respectable time after you had started speaking and your smile finally felt genuine. You take your place back at the table, the cut glass award placed triumphantly in front of you as you catch a sly smile from Tommy. You feel your face flush with heat as you look away.

“You did great up there,” Eileen says as you order another bottle of champagne for the table, you’d only managed to get a few sips of your second glass before colliding with Joel in the toilets, “You have to stick around for the networking, at least for a bit.” She pleads, as if knowing you were going to rabbit as soon as you got the chance. You feel Joel’s knee bump against yours and try not to react and you answer.

“Alright, but I am really tired, I’ll stay as long as I can manage.” You say as you apply pressure back against Joel’s knee.

“So, what was your award actually for?” Ellie asks and you turn to look at the young woman with an amused smile. She looks nothing like Joel you realise, but there’s a closeness to them that speaks to years of love, familiarity.

“Truthfully?” You say, noticing the way Sarah was looking at you with suspicion, “I have no clue, but I know it’s to do with an app I developed.”

“You developed your own app?” Ellie says with bright eyes, her initially scornful tone now alight with intrigue.

“Yup, there’s been a woeful lack of development around safeguarding solo workers, like care workers, social workers, I’ve even had interest in developing something for police officers and other emergency service workers.” You explain and you even see Sarah’s eyebrows go up in surprise. You tactfully leave out sex workers, because Eileen didn’t know about that side of it and you want to keep it that way.

“So how does it work?” Ellie asks, leaning around Joel as he leans back to let you talk over him.

“I can’t go into the details, or Eileen will have to kill me.” You say with as laugh and you hear Eileen huff behind you but she’s quickly distracted by Tommy complimenting her dress.

“Alright but what does it do?” Sarah asks this time, her deep brown eyes so alike her father’s as you regard her carefully.

“I’ve created a system that allows for solo workers to have points of contact, emergency calling features, schedules and tracking features that work on an encrypted network so that locations shared are kept out of external channels.” You explain, your words getting away with you as you realise the whole table is listening to you in awe. You bristle under the attention as you feel Joel’s large hand rest on your knee. You expect it to send your pulse spiking but the gentleness of it serves to calm you down instead.

“That’s actually really smart, and it’ll save lives.” Sarah says slowly, sipping from her glass as she looks at you. There’s something behind her look that you can’t quite read but you try not to linger on it.

“So what do you two do, I guess you’re just out of college Ellie?” You ask, turning the attention away from you. Ellie takes over with gusto and you lean a little too close to Joel over the table but you don’t thin anyone notices, anyone but Joel, his grip tightens on your knee and you trap it between your knees gently. The rest of the night is filled with laughter, stolen touches, and the hot thrumming in your veins that grows harder to ignore with every passing second.

The hotel door clicks behind you as you take a shuddering breath, you’re abuzz with alcohol, adrenaline, and desire as you turn on the lights and take of your shoes, the relief you feel is immense. You rub your feet aggressively to try and get the sensation back in your toes.

The lavish room reminds you of the room you shared with Joel all those months ago. The bedsheets are darker, the bathroom a little smaller, but it was close enough. You can’t decide if you should wait by the door or sit down on the bed, you opt for the bed, nervous energy making you twitch as you fiddle with the hem of your dress.

The soft knock on the door has you hurrying to the door, you peek through the peep hole and see him, you don’t waste a single second. You open the door and Joel moves to you like gravity drawing him into your orbit. His mouth slots over yours with a desperate moan as you fists your hands in his hair, no-longer caring about messing it up. The door closes with a slam as he kicks it closed, hoisting you up around his waist. You’re a mess of hot, open mouthed kisses, tongues sliding over one another as Joel stalks to the bed.

He presses you down into the bed, the smell of his cologne, sweat, and whisky blending perfectly in your mind as you arch up into him. You whimper as he licks into your mouth, his mouth devouring you like a man starved. His hands roam your body as you frantically paw at his open jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. It falls to the floor behind him softly and you groan as you force yourself to break the kiss.

“You get a condom?” You ask as you come up for air, your eyes fluttering open to the most handsome face you’d ever seen. Joel’s dark eyes are framed by his glasses, already steaming up as you reach for them gently. He smiles down at you as you pluck them from the bridge of his nose. You hold them to your chest gently, careful not to touch the lenses.

“‘Course, no way was I going to miss out on burying myself in that sweet cunt of yours.” He growls, as he tries to take the glasses back from you. You giggle as you hold them above your head, straining to keep them out of his reach.

“Show me how much you want it.” You taunt him, wrapping your thighs around his waist, anchoring him in place as he tries to reach for his glasses. You feel the hard press of his length against your core as your dress bunches up around your thighs. You whine at the friction of his clothed cock against your bare mound.

“Trying to make me beg sweetheart?” Joel looks to the glasses for a moment before back down to where your bodies meet. He sucks in a sharp breath as he sees his tented crotch grinding against your slick folds.

“I don’t try Joel, trying implies I’m going to fail.” You purr, bucking your hips to grind against him and he snarls at the sensation. You tremble as you feel yourself getting close, the white-hot burn of arousal striking forks of lightning up your spine. But you hold on, watching Joel’s jaw go slack as he battles with his own self-control.

“So that submission last time, just playing the role for me?” He grumbles but you don’t sense any real judgement in his tone. He’s just baiting you right back, you grin mischievously up at him.

“Oh no that was all real, I’m just a bit of a brat.” You say before biting down hard on your lip and fluttering your eyelashes at him. Joel’s eyes are near-black as his pupils dilate, a dark smile on his lips as his moustache twitches up.

“That so?” He rumbles as he kneels between your thighs, hands on your hips as he pushes you into the middle of the bed, he steps back and takes off his shirt slowly popping the buttons one by one. You move to get up to help but he shoots you a chastising look, cocking his head as his hands still on the button just above his belly-button. You flop back down onto the bed and he smiles.

“Good girl.” He says as he unfastens the last two buttons, baring his soft belly, his broad chest and thick, muscular arms to you as he runs one hand through his hair. The thumb of the other hand is tucked into the waistband of his slacks. You try not to fidget under his gaze, but the way he looks, shirtless, broad, domineering above you at the edge of the bed has you itching with desire. Every inch of you longs for his touch.

“Dress and bra off.” He orders, his voice deep, authoritative. You reach up to untie the clasp of your halter neck, the ribbons of silky fabric fan out around your head as you pull it down over your strapless bra. Joel hums as the swell of your lace covered tits comes into view.

“So pretty in red.” He groans as the hand that was on his waistband moves to palm his crotch through his slacks, he exhales softly as it brings him a small amount of relief from the desperate need you knew was building inside him.

“Joel.” You whine breathlessly, the tension too much as you shimmy the dress over your hips. Joel tugs the fabric away and tosses it off to the side before looking at your bra pointedly.

“Forgetting something sweetheart?” He asks, eyes dark as he kneels back down on the bed. You arch up off the bed, unclasping your bra with both hands before throwing it off the bed.

“Better.” Joel growls as he lowers his head in line with your glistening pussy, he hums softly as he presses soft kisses to the inside of your thigh, his hot breath fanning against your core and you squirm, you can’t help but clamp your thighs around his broad shoulders and his lips still. You can feel his lips turn up in a smile as his facial hair rubs against your soft, sensitive skin. The anticipation makes you whimper as you wait for his response.

“You’re making it so hard for me not to punish you sweetheart with all these little acts of disobedience,” He mutters as he loops his large hands under your knees, “You going to behave or am I just going to have to make you?”

“I’ll behave, I promise.” You whimper, trying to keep still as his threatening words make you feel like you could explode if he didn’t touch you.

“Last chance,” He warns before leaning in, folding your legs over his shoulders as he palms your ass cheeks with his large, calloused hands, lifting you up slightly to meet him. His mouth hovers over your clit, his hot breath unbearable as you keep yourself still. You tremble at the effort and you hear the soft chuckle right as Joel latches his mouth onto your clit.

“Joel, fuck yes, thank you.” You slur as he laves gently at your clit, dipping down through your folds as he gathers your arousal on his tongue. He groans, a rough, guttural sound as he sucks on your clit, combined with those soft, teasing strokes of his thick tongue he pushes you over the edge. You cry out his name as you clench around nothing, the pleasure rocking through you like a storm, building and crashing with every continued swirl of Joel’s tongue on your overstimulated clit.

“Such a needy thing,” He says softly as he licks a long stripe from your twitching hole up to your clit, sending almost painful jolts of pleasure through your body as you cry out in overstimulation, “On your hands and knees, come on you can do it.” He croons softly as he stands. You hear the tear of foil and you look up to see Joel, bare above you as he rolls down the condom over his thick length.

You’re boneless, limbs heavy from the second orgasm of the night, exhausted from the long day, but you comply. You flop over sloppily as you force yourself into position, you stick your ass out for extra effect. Joel’s large hands fall to your hips, helping you stay up as he lines up behind you, the cool press of the condom against your core has you shuddering in anticipation.

“So fucking eager,” He says softly, his right hand smoothing over the curve of your ass before a he squeezes gently, “I think you deserve a little bit of punishment for earlier, don’t you?” He asks as he swipes his cock through your folds.

“Yes.” You breathe and try not to move as he notches the fat head of his cock in your desperate entrance.

“Let me know if I go too hard, don’t wanna hurt you sweetheart ok?” The softness returns to Joel’s voice and your heart clenches with emotion as you remember just how wonderful he was last time.

“I will.” You squeak and the moment you consent his hand cracks down on your right cheek, the sharp burn of the spank made you weak. Pleasure and pain course through you like a drug, driving heat straight back to your overstimulated cunt. You cry out, head thrown back as you try not to push back, even if it’s all you want. All you can think about is how much you want him to just fuck into you.

“Fuck you’re so pretty,” Joel says, his voice strained as you feel him holding back, “Such a pretty ass.” He croons as he soothes the already reddening skin, the sensation makes your toes curl as his tender, calloused hands take some of the sting out of the blow. Another crack of his hand comes down on the other cheek as he nudges the tip forward into you. A strangled moan escapes you as the stretch of your walls combined with the force of the spank hit you at the same time. You’re panting and whimpering as you fist your hands into the sheets.

“There we go,” He says softy, kneading your ass with both hands, helping you work through the modest amount of pain, “On your back sweetheart, I want to see your pretty little face when I fill you up.”

You oblige eagerly, desire spurring your tired body on as you flip over, thighs spread as you look up at Joel. His eyes are dark with desire but his smile is sweet, caring as he kneels down between your legs, lining himself up with one hand as he strokes the snide of your knew with the other.

“You ready?” He asks softly, his thumb brushing back and fore on your sensitive skin as his tip presses into you slowly.

“Please Joel, fuck me, I can’t take it any more.” You whine, already bucking your hips up to meet him. He smirks and presses into you slowly, stretching you around him as he moans your name. His hands fall to your hips as he leans down, pressing a soft, tender kiss to your lips.

“Even with a condom on your pussy feels so damn good,” He breathes against your lips, “I’m so glad I decided to come to this event.” He says as he rolls his hips into you gently, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes you tremble, your cunt fluttering around him as you feel another orgasm building.

“I’m glad you did too, missed you Joel, wish I’d taken your number.” You say in between desperate pants, the fullness of Joel inside you driving coherent thought from your mind.

“Well, I’ll make sure we exchange numbers this time, no way am I waiting another year.” He chuckles as he pulls almost all the way out, his nose pressed against yours as he ruts back into you with a sharp snap of his hips. You arch up into him as he picks up the pace, his mouth swallowing your moans as he dips his tongue into yours.

“Joel?” You ask as you both come up for air, Joel’s eyes are hazy as he continues his unrelenting rhythm, fucking you down into the mattress so hard you almost forget what you were going to ask.

“What is it baby what do you need?” He asks as he slows a little, holding back to let you think.

“Can I touch myself?” You ask and Joel groans as he snaps his hips hard, filling you to the hilt as you whine.

“Fuck you’re so hot when you ask permission,” He laughs softly as he kisses the corner of your mouth, “Of course, I’m close baby so want to feel you before I do.”

“Thank you.” You say as you snake your hand down to your clit, you’re so wet with your own slick that you match Joel’s maddening thrusts with hurried circles around your swollen, oversensitive bud. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you feel yourself getting close. You feel yourself teetering on the precipice and you move your hands to Joel’s shoulders, digging your nails into his muscular form as you tip over the edge.

“Joel- Joel, I’-, I-!” You wail as his brutal thrusts finish you off.

Joel’s thrusts falter and as you clench around him, your mind going blank, euphoria pulsing through you in bursts of overstimulated aftershocks. Joel groans as he fucks down into you twice more, a tight groan escaping his lips as his brow knits together.

His body shudders and stills inside you, his dark eyes blissful as he leans down to kiss you. Your lips fit together perfectly, your tongue intertwining with his as you pull him down to cover you with his body. Your nails scrape down his back and he shudders, pulling out of you with a sharp exhale.

You lie together, Joel’s head tucked under your chin as you come down together, a warm, welcome buzz floating around your chest as you bask in the tenderness of the moment.

“Going to dump this in the trash.” Joel says as he rolls off you and removes the condom, tying the end in a knot before making his way to the bathroom. His knee pops as he straightens up and you can’t help but giggle. He looks at you over his shoulder with a sly smile painted on his plush lips. You roll out of bed reluctantly to clean up. You dance around one another tentatively as you share the space in the bathroom.

It’s a wordless dance of gentle touches, shy looks, and turned heads as you take turns cleaning up before you’re finally wrapped up in bed, leaning back against the headboard, Joel’s arm around you as you lean into his warm body. The television is on, some old Western playing quietly in the background but neither of you are really watching it.

“You want to get dinner tomorrow night?” You ask gently as you trace spirals over the small dusting of hair on Joel’s chest.

“What about breakfast?” He asks, head pressed into your hair as he places a soft kiss to the top of your head. He inhales softly and you shudder pleasantly at the sensation.

“I mean, that was already a done deal,” You say with a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, “I mean like a date?” You wince as you hear how lame it sounds but you had to, you were already way too invested to stop whatever this was between you now.

“I’d like that, it’s a date.” He hums as he pulls you in tighter against him.

“It’s a date.” You say as you close your eyes, listening to the thrumming of Joel’s heartbeat as you settle into the warmth of his embrace.

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collectorcookie · 9 months

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I AM HOME AGAIN. Ok so part two of trickstar dynamics: anzu edition. I already kinda made one but it was more about anzu's past sooo it doesn't count.

Anzu and subaru: THE BESTIEEESSS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY ARE SO CUTE. When trickstar was still a very new unit subaru was like "man i wish we had our own uniforms. Wouldn't that be cool" (because at yumenosaki academy having your own uniforms instead of the standard ones provided by the academy meant that 1. you're hot shit aka important and popular enough to have a specific image and 2. you're hot shit enough aka rich enough to be able to afford your own costume). And then anzu is just like "My boy? Wants something?? My bestie? Wishes for uniforms??" And then she SINGLEHANDEDLY learns sewing from kuro in like a week and makes the trickstar uniforms. And subaru could cry from joy.

And much later subaru got some job where he has to wear a suit but he's never worn suits so he asks super model sena for help, and sena is like "well what kind of suit do you wanna wear" and after a long time of thinking, the only thing he came up with was a suit made specifically by anzu for him. That's all he wanted agshetekwhdghr. But anzu was pretty busy so he settled for a suit that was approved by her.

And when they ended up in the industry anzu made him the super sparkly outfit and i KNOW everyone hates that card because of the missions BUT that card has a special place in my heart because even after their early high school days, even after subaru won the ss and trickstar became super popular and anzu became a very important producer in ES (going as far as being a part of P. Association), subaru still adores and appreciates outfits made by her specifically asdffkslagdkfjw.

Also Pretty sure that anzu was one of the few characters where subaru dropped his happy-ultra-cheerful persona to open up to her, being all like "You know anzu, sometimes i feel like half of my emotions are straight up missing". Ouch. He doesn't do that often! If at all!! He trusts her enough to do that!!!!

There's more to say but there's already another post that goes into more details about this (i will reblog it after this but how on earth can you link someone else's post on here)

Anzu and mao: you may have seen or noticed how mao is always like "omg no don't touch anzu that's sexual harrassment" to completely normal affection between friends and thought to yourself "The hell is wrong with this dude". And like, i can only speculate why he's like this but it's probably due to anzu's first experiences at yumenosaki. Poor girl got transferred into a school of boys committing crimes against each other, got kicked in the face (with koga's full body weight), fainted, got a concussion, went to the infirmary, got sexually harrassed by one of the teachers (seriuosly what the hell jin), then got followed around and pressured by a playboy (past kaoru was uhhh...something). Rei ended up finding her and just...hiding her in a cupboard. And later on rei finds mao and is like "hey you. I hid your girl in the cupboards" and mao's bewildered at this statement. And rei continues with "yeah you should probs go pick her up or something". Mao then goes and to his surprise, he actually finds her in the cupboards, terrified and exhausted.This is the context to this very lovely mao illustration:

(Mao's first 5* is literally "let's take ibuprofen together, producer" heeelllpp)

Mao ends up always walking her home after this by the way, to the point where he sometimes eats lunch with her family. (Sometimes the other trickstar memebrs walk her too but most often it's Mao) So yeah, that could be the reason why he's so sensitive anytime someone gets close to anzu. He's just really overprotective of her.

(I will entirely ignore all the more fanservicey stuff that occasionally happens between anzu and mao in the early stories because...it just...feels so ooc for mao. And completely unnecessary in general) however anzu is also very fond of mao, as we see in !-era ss, where anzu notices that mao is beating himself up for not being enough for trickstar and so she goes to his room to specifically cheer him up and reassure him when he wakes up

Anzu and hokuto: ooohhh my gooood, the scene where he goes to visit anzu in the infirmary after she got hurt and fainted and he. He just. He just feels so bad for her getting hurt and then starts this whole ass monologue about why he dragged her into this. This huge monologue where he just lets out all his anger at yumenosaki's state and hopes and dreams for the future and how she gave him hope but he burdened and expected too much of her right at the beginning. AND SHE WAS AWAKE THE WHOLE TIME WITHOUT HIM KNOWING. And his speech just motivates her to actually ally herself with trickstar because she wants things to change for the better too.

And then waaay later she faints again from exhausting herself too much and hokuto notices how much she has been doing, not just for trickstar but as a producer in general. And so to lighten her burdens and to prove to her that they have grown as a unit and do not need to rely on her the whole time, he revokes his rights to participate in the SS. Listen to me. I want you to understand that as a unit, trickstar established itself to prove that change is possible. The entire main storyline in ! is about them beating eichi's ass in DDD. And DDD is such a huge deal because it determines which unit is allowed to participate in SS as a representative. And SS is a huuuuge national tournament for idols sorta thing. So when hokuto goes to eichi being all like "hey mr. president, i revoke my rights to participate in the SS", eichi (who has been supporting trickstar ever since they beat him in DDD because SS is far more important than DDD) straight up grabs hokuto and screams at him something along the lines of "HOKUTO ARE YOU /SRS OR /J???? YOUR GIRL FAINTS ONCE AND THIS IS HOW YOU BEHAVE???!!! SHE'S NOT WITH YOU FOR ONE TIME AND YOU STEP DOWN, YOU FREAKING COWARD?? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW IMPORTANT OF AN EVENT SS IS". And hokuto, still very straight faced and expressionless, simply states "oh i'm not stepping down. I want trickstar to fight more live battles to rewin our rights to represent yumenosaki in SS. Both to prove to everyone that trickstar really is suited for this, and to prove for anzu that she doesn't need to always worry about us anymore." Do you have any idea how much i wanted to howl at the moon after reading that.

By the way this is also the context for this one wataru illustration who was also in the council room at the time:

(When you watch your boyfriend grab your bestie by the neck and your bestie says the most jawdropping shit you've ever heard)

Anzu and Makoto: this is actually a lot more of a relaxed and chill dynamic than i expected. Most of their early interactions are just makoto being "oh my god i'm so afraid of girls i have never talked to a girl in my entire life what even are girls" and then anzu would be like "but i am one?" and makoto's just "HOLY SHIT YOU'RE RIGHT". Anyways after makoto builds a little self esteem it looks like him and anzu just start sharing a braincell sometimes. Like that one moment in finder girl event story where mao is super worried that no one will help him, and the makoto anzu duo don't even talk to each other, they just exchange looks and think to themselves "this guy has no idea that everyone in yumenosaki would help him huh". Fun times.

#Sorry i was searching for a specific subaru post and ended up getting distracted and liking 50 subaru posts #enstars #ensemble stars #mao isara #makoto yuuki #subaru akehoshi #hokuto hidaka #Tumblr ended up giving me a warning that a text block cannot be more than 4000 characters i am crying how did this happen #trickstar #The anzu post ended up being longer than the original trickstar post. Absolute queen. Love her.#anzu enstars #lore rants

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acacia-may · 1 year

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I'll Have To Say I Love You In A Song (Black Clover Spatial Brothers Family Fluff Fic)

Description: Langris loses more than he bargained for when he loses a bet to Vanessa and she takes the opportunity to throw a concert staring both him and his older brother, Finral. He should've never told her he could play the lute...

Rating: G

Warnings: None besides Langris being Langris, I guess, but really this is all just fluff & shenanigans

Fandom: Black Clover

Genre: Family Fluff, Friendship Fluff, Shenanigans, Sea Shanty Langris & Ukulele Finral (Basically an AU), Tsundere Langris Vaude, Platonic Use of "I Love You," Spatial Mage Brothers Fluff, Langris Vaude Is Bad At Feelings, and (Somewhat Silly) Warm & Fuzzies

Relationships: Langris Vaude & Finral Roulacase Brotherly Relationship Centric (A/N: look at my boys actually getting along...sort of...), Langris Vaude & Vanessa Enoteca Friendship, Langris Vaude, Finral Roulacase, Vanessa Enoteca & Finesse Calmreich Friendship, Some (Minor) Langris Vaude/Finesse Calmreich

Characters: Langris Vaude (POV Character), Vanessa Enoteca, Finral Roulacase, and Finesse Calmreich (Charmy & Rill are briefly mentioned)

Word Count: 2201

Link to original post on AO3. Please do not repost to another site.

Note: This story was specifically written for and gifted to another writer friend of mine who had the idea of "Sea Shanty Langris" having a double act with Finral (who plays the ukulele). It was heavily inspired by the song "I'll Have To Say I Love You In A Song" by Jim Croce (YouTube), and the song is (briefly) quoted in the piece denoted by italicized text & quotation marks.

Story Below the Cut. Thank you for reading!

Langris always knew his competitive streak would get him into trouble one day. What he didn’t know was that this “trouble” would land him behind the curtains of the little stage at Charmy and Vanessa’s restaurant, nervously twisting his hands around the neck of his lute. He should have never told that drunk witch he could play. That was his first mistake. His second was underestimating how good she was at cards.

“You ready, Langris?” she asked with a wink and a smile.

His brow furrowed, and he frowned at her. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered bitterly, but Vanessa just laughed.

“A bet is a bet, and you lost,” she insisted with a slight shrug of her shoulders and a pointed tilt of her head.

Langris huffed. He was sure that a normal person would have wanted money as spoils of gambling, but Vanessa wasn’t a normal person. He should have known she would want to humiliate him if she beat him—his third mistake. He huffed again. “Can’t you just take my money or something?”

“Nope.” Vanessa winked at him again. “I want to hear you play, and this is my only chance.”

“I already told you I’m terrible at it. It was just a hobby I tried to pick up…”—he shook his head—“I’m not musician.”

“We’ll see…” hummed Vanessa.

Langris wrinkled his nose at her. “Don’t you think you’re taking this too far? You picked my song. You made me wear this ridiculous outfit—”

“Hey!” she interrupted. “I made that.”

Langris blinked at her. He was honestly a little surprised that she would take ownership of having sewn these clothes. He certainly wouldn’t have. The shirt was striped in blindingly bright colors and had a deep v in the neckline that laced in the front for goodness only knows why, and his pair of dark, skinny pants were too snug—Langris suspected on purpose. To top it all off, Vanessa had also given him a pair of bloodred boots with curled, pointed toes and an earring that she, herself, had clipped onto his right ear. He shook his head. “I look like a pirate.”

“It’s a good look for you—very handsome.” Laughing, Vanessa ruffled her hand through his hair, and Langris glowered at her though his cheeks grew warm, in spite of himself. “Mmm…” she hummed thoughtfully, taking a step back to look at him. “Though now that I’m seeing it all together it kind of reminds me of Finral.”

Langris bristled. That only made it worse.

“I hate you…” he muttered dryly, under his breath, but Vanessa just ruffled his hair again with an affectionate smile like he was just a huffy little kid.

“I know that’s not true,” she replied playfully tapping him on the nose. Langris’ cheeks flushed pink, but he crossed his arms.

“What if I just…refuse?”

Vanessa quirked an eyebrow at him, but she shrugged. “You won’t. I know you won’t. You lost, and you know it. You won’t be able to live with yourself if you don’t hold up your end of the bargain.”

“But I didn’t agree to any of this,” Langris protested more forcefully than he had been intending.

“Look,” sighed Vanessa. “You can get huffy with me all you want, but I won fair and square and I’m not the one who had an existential crisis and learned how to play the lute.” She chuckled before she teased, “How exactly did that happen again?”

“I don’t know,” hissed Langris through his teeth. “You tell me.”

Vanessa rolled her eyes, but she eventually played along and bantered. “Well, I think it was probably something along the lines of: your brother ripped the rug out from under you and stole everything you ever wanted”—she began counting on her fingers—“your home, your title, your future, the only woman you ever loved—”

“That’s not—!” Langris stopped abruptly as he watched Vanessa’s mouth twitch into a smile at his flaming cheeks which told a much different story than his impassioned protestations.

Her smile widened. “So then you decided you had nothing to lose by just picking up the lute and following your dreams of singing sea shanties in bars.”

Pressing his palm to his forehead, Langris let out a long and disgruntled sigh. “I wish I had never told you about that.”

“Well, you did so no use in getting upset about it now, and come on... I’m not even making you play in front my customers.” She paused. “Because I want them to come back.”

Vanessa winked at him. Langris, however, was entirely unamused.

“And you don’t even have to play by yourself,” she continued.

Langris snorted. “What? Are you going to play with me?”

“Not me,” said Vanessa with a bright smile.

As if on cue, Finral appeared out of a shiny, spatial portal in the wall wearing a nearly identical outfit. Langris’ eyes narrowed, but his brother beamed at him with an exuberant wave of his hand. “Hi Langris!”

“No.” Langris turned to Vanessa with a pointed glare. “Absolutely not.”

“Aww, but Langris I’ve been practicing,” Finral insisted. “I felt bad that you had to play all by yourself, so I thought we could play together.”

“No,” Langris repeated even more forcefully than before. “This is humiliating enough. The last thing I need is you showing me up on the piano.”

“I wasn’t going to play piano.” Finral explained with an understanding nod. “I’ve been practicing the ukulele.”

With a proud smile, Finral held up the instrument, and Langris buried his face in his hands. This couldn’t be happening.

After a deep breath, he turned almost pleadingly to Vanessa, but the amused look on her face made it abundantly clear that she could never be persuaded to see reason. That didn’t stop Langris from trying, however.

“Vanessa please. I’ve been a good sport up until now.”

Vanessa just laughed, and Langris supposed he probably deserved that after having been basically forced into this concert kicking, screaming, and complaining the entire time.

“Try again,” she quipped teasingly. Langris rolled his eyes but sighed.

“The song. How will we split up the song?”

Vanessa hummed. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

“I’m not here to steal your thunder,” Finral interjected, and Langris shook his head.

“That’s not what I’m worried about…I…” He stumbled over his words, scrambling to find the most compelling argument he could think of. “You really think I should be singing a love song with my brother.”

Vanessa’s brow furrowed thoughtfully, but a smile tugged at her mouth. “It’s not necessarily a romantic love song. I think it’s the perfect song choice.”

Something sparkled in her eyes as they met his, and Langris huffed. She had planned this all along. Of course, she had.

“Fine. Whatever…” Langris conceded at last. “Let’s just get this over with…”

*-*-*

After around five minutes of hushed mumblings and scrambling to figure out who would sing or play what and Vanessa’s insistence that Langris himself sing the chorus, they finally walked out onto the stage with lute and ukulele in hand. Thankfully the restaurant was empty, as Vanessa had promised, and they were the only ones there save Charmy and Rill who were seated with Vanessa at a table closest to the stage. Langris tried his best to ignore them as he began the intro, and Finral quickly joined in on the ukulele. He could feel himself unintentionally speeding up the tempo as he grew more and more nervous and more and more eager for this nightmare to finally be over. Finral quirked an eyebrow at him but continued strumming his ukulele trying to keep Langris’ uneven time.

When it was Langris’ turn to sing, his voice came out emotionless, disgruntled, and almost flat. Vanessa looked far too happy about this. He glared right at her as he half-talked, half-sang through his teeth, “Every time I tried to tell you, the words just came out wrong so I’ll—” His voice cracked, and he stopped abruptly as his eyes widened. In the back wall of the restaurant near the bar stood Finesse, still dressed in her coat and scarf.

“Langris?” whispered Finral in confusion before he, too, noticed their unexpected guest. “Finesse?” he exclaimed with a bright smile. “You came!”

“You invited her?” choked Langris with red cheeks.

Finral sheepishly scratched the nape of his neck. “Well…you know…she loves music and so I thought she’d like to see us play together.”

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” said Finesse as her face flushed.

“You’re right on time,” insisted Vanessa with a reassuring smile as she draped an arm around her and led her off to their table. “Finral and Langris were just warming up. Right, boys?”

Langris could have sworn she winked directly at him. He swallowed hard.

“Yeah…that was just practice,” said Finral with a bright smile before glancing over at Langris who barely managed a nod between his pounding heartbeat and trembling hands. He couldn’t believe Vanessa…or perhaps he could believe her which only made things worse. If he had to venture a guess this had been her plan all along. Langris huffed. If he wasn’t so livid, he might have been a little impressed. As it was now, however, he was much too nervous about the situation at hand to feel much of anything else.

When he and Finral began their song again, Langris found he couldn’t look at their audience, so he turned his attention to his brother and tried to lose himself in the music.

His shaking fingers somehow plucked the strings on the lute, and his singing voice, though it wavered a bit, rang out clear and crisp in the empty restaurant, “Every time I tried to tell you, the words just came out wrong…So I’ll have to say ‘I love you’ in a song…”

Langris’ brow furrowed as he heard his brother sniffle. He shook his head slightly as he began to play the interlude. His dumb brother…There were tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

Something suddenly panged in Langris’ chest, and he immediately felt very exposed—vulnerable. His cheeks flushed. Was his brother picking up some emotion in his words that Langris’ hadn’t intended? He had started to sing to him only because, in the moment, he had thought it would be the least embarrassing—that his brother was the least likely person in the room to judge him for singing something so soppy, but now he has to go and…and cry like that…like he had never heard…

Langris stopped abruptly—before realizing almost immediately that he was still supposed to be playing. He willed his trembling hands to find their notes as he ignored the blinking light suddenly clicking on in his brain. No wonder Finral was crying. He had never actually heard Langris say he loved him before.

His face grew incredibly warm, and he was certain he was blushing a bright red. He had been so worried about inadvertently expressing romantic love to Lady Finesse that he hadn’t even considered the possibility of expressing familial love to his brother instead, in his quest to avoid spilling the contents of his heart. Resisting the urge to bury his face in his hands, Langris let out a long and heavy sigh. After all that time that Vanessa had pushed and prodded him to tell his brother how much he meant to him and to tell Finesse how he really felt, she had essentially tricked him into singing it. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at what was surely an incredibly smug expression on her face. The last thing he needed right now was one of her teasing winks and knowing smiles. That brilliant, conniving drunk witch covering all of her bases…

Yes, he conceded, she was brilliant—infuriating but brilliant, and—his mouth twitched just barely in the corners—he had to admit she had got him. So, he sighed with a tilt of his head in her general direction as he started the chorus again.

*-*-*

“So I’ll have to say I love you in a song…”

As soon as the last chord sounded, his brother threw his arms around him and hugged him tightly with tears in his eyes. “I love you too, Langris!” exclaimed Finral far too loudly.

With flushing cheeks, Langris wrinkled his nose and patted his brother on the back. “Yeah…yeah…whatever.”

Over Finral’s shoulder he could see Lady Finesse sniffling with misty-eyes, but she said gently, “I had no idea you had such a nice singing voice, Langris.”

Langris cleared his throat and ignored the blush creeping into his cheeks. He met Vanessa’s eyes which were much more empathetic and touched than vindicated. Still she gave him that all-too-familiar knowing smile, and with just that hint of bantering smugness, she mouthed the words, “you’re welcome” at him.

Langris rolled his eyes, but he sighed and patted his still crying brother on the shoulder. He would have time to get back at her later, but, for now at least, he supposed she was right—he really did have to say ‘I love you’ in a song.

#langris vaude #finral roulacase #vanessa enoteca #finesse calmreich #langris vaude x finesse calmreich #spatial mage brothers #my boys 💚💙#langris is such a tsun #black clover fanfiction

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0pin0n-custard · 2 years

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Ok not to brag or anything but I have the best girlfriend.

She listens to my info-dump about random topics. But like actually listens. Like she takes the information in and engages with it. She could easily tune me out and smile and nod, and I would be none the wiser. But she cares enough to listen to my stupid ADHD/autism nerd rants.

She helps me take care of myself when I can’t. She doesn’t care that I’m disabled. She does her best to help me, and god I love her so fucking much. She not only accepts that I have DID, but encourages me to continue my treatment and work on improving communication. She takes me to hospitals and doctors appointments. She drives me to the pharmacy when I need to pick up my meds. She’s so kind and caring. She helps me through seizures, makes sure I don’t hit my head, and talks softly to me while I’m going through it. She constantly reminds me to stand up slowly, even when I forget. She even pushed me in my wheelchair when my arms got tired.

She’s so beautiful and talented. Her drawings are truly breathtaking. She loves to play really specific video games, and she gets so excited about them. She knows more about mythology than I could ever dream of. She’s fucking adorable. I love being in the car with her, cuz she’ll sing along to the music, and it’s amazing. Her voice is so unique; she has ridiculous range, and it’s melodic bordering on hypnotizing. She has the best fashion in the world, and wears the goddamn cutest outfits. She let me design a hair care routine for her, since she dyed her hair one too many times.

She’s so effortlessly beautiful, and her smile lights up a room. Her laugh is like a song that I want to listen to on repeat. Her eyes are so hypnotizing that even my autistic ass wants to gaze into them. Without going into too much private detail, her body is fucking stunning.

We have our own stupid love language, sending each other dumb memes. We keldabe kiss more than regular kiss. We play stupid card games and laugh our asses off while doing it. We sit on our phones and just enjoy being in each other’s presence.

We have our struggles, and everything isn’t always sunshine and rainbows. Our relationship isn’t perfect, because no relationship truly is. But I like to think that we’re pretty damn close. Because I can say with absolute certainty that my girlfriend is perfect- flaws and all.

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk

#lgbtq+#lgbtqia+#lgbt #lesbian #wlw pride #pride #girlfriend #look at me being stupid and in love #lesbian pride

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springvaletales · 1 year

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((Session 42 is wrapped!))

It’s FINALLY time for Lex to change her class to something less magic and more smashy through a in-universe and in-character way!!!

That only took…what, four sessions? I’m sorry, Lex.

A more detailed world map and more detailed backstories for NPCs Wayne and Zayne were developed at the request of Sir Carl Jaeger’s player. I am getting attached.

Everyone has thought out and detailed their fancy party clothes over the course of the week. Sir Carl Jaeger is finally wearing clothes fit for his station. Thiori is wearing a suit jacket with the sleeves torn off to make room for his crab arms. Bagelby is still wearing the outfit he stole last session (no-one seems to have noticed that he changed his clothes).

Ena is wearing a custom gown and mask made entirely by Asahi, and Asahi herself is wearing a business suit and a handblown glass mask. She plans on handing out business cards tonight.

Thiori’s Player: “Is this just the goat from Goat Simulator?”

Me, a little too quickly: “NO.”

“You have two hours to get dressed, get drunk, or get into shenanigans….as long as you don’t get arrested.”

Bagelby is formulating a massively complicated plan to get Bethany Herself, Kendaran Folk Hero and supposedly immortal Orc, drunk.

Bagelby rolled a 0 on his deception check. Bethany finds him funny, though, so she’s playing along.

Bagelby: “Hey Bethany Herself, why are you called ‘Bethany Herself’?”

Bethany: “Well, it’s a long story…”

Me, frantically pulling lore out of my ass: “Okay, SO-“

Bagelby ducked specifically to hit Thiori in the face with his hat’s feather as he passed by to leave the room.

Titles the players have asked to be called by:

Asahi, Glassmisstress of the Court

Ena Firebrand of the Feywilds, Grovemother of the Taker’s Wood

Sir Carl Jaeger, Duke of Traunia, and his adoptive sons, Wayne and Zayne, of Thaunia

Thiori the /pterodactyl screech of Deep Speech/. and Saorisa the /sound of clattering pans/

Lex

Bagelby (watch your pockets) the Thief Keeper of the Fidget Spinner of Doom, Master of the Arcane Arts and apprentice to Velenna, Embarrasser of the Throne, Inventor of Beat-boxing

Pedro Polygot, Master Slug Hunter and Sharer of Secrets

Maritza, Devourer of all Holy and Profane

These poor callers are not getting paid enough for this.

This announcement of titles is how Wayne and Zayne actually learn they’ve been adopted.

Ena used Thiori’s intimidating entrance as a cover to start chugging any and all alcohol she can reach.

Bagelby approached Lord Featherton and convinced him to go do Feywild slugs in a private room.

It was a bit more complex than that actually but they still ended up going off to talk privately and partake in various slug-related desserts so it’s still a fair summary.

Lex met her god at the buffet table.

Vatun, grubby old man in rags and god of Mirth and Trickery, through a mouthful of apple tart: “Have you tried the deviled eggs? They’re divine!”

Lex, numbly taking the offered deviled egg: “That’s wonderful. Why are you here?”

Bagelby was putting slugs on various people’s plates as he walked by, conversing with Lord Featherton, and Vatun ate it without a second thought.

Vatun tasks Lex with capturing his demigod, the Goat of Guffaw, and returning her to her pen in the courtyard outside by sunrise….purely because the priest who is supposed to be watching over her pregamed too hard before the party, and Vatun doesn’t want to listen to him crying about losing the goat once he wakes up tomorrow.

In return, Vatun promises to fix her “problems with magic”, and while Lex is high-key suspicious that there’s some sort of catch, he is also her god, and she’s dedicated her life to serving him, so she hesitantly agrees.

She’s allowed to have her friends help, so Lex flags down Thiori, Asahi, and Ena to help. Sir Carl is busy conversing with his fellow nobles, and Bagelby is off setting up the next plot point with Lord Featherton.

Thiori tried to just walk over and pick up the goat as it nibbled at a potted plant. He got all the way back to the table before realizing he wasn’t actually carrying the goat, but the potted plant it had been eating. The goat herself was now on the second floor, trying to eat the decorations on the walkway banister.

Thiori: “Son of a gun!.I’ve been bamboozled!”

Thiori suggested reasoning with the goat, but everyone else turned him down, and at Vatun’s suggestion, they decided to bribe the goat with various desserts instead.

Asahi levitated up to the second floor to distract the goat while Lex and Thiori loaded up on desserts. Thiori took the original potted plant, pulled out the plant, dumped out the dirt and put the plant on top of said dirt before filling up the pot with (dirty) sweets.

Ena wandered upstairs to help her girlfriend corner the goat, but the goat saw Ena’s antlers and immediately decided she was challenging her authority.

Lex and Thiori - both realizing what was about to happen when the goat lowered her head and began backing up - both threw some desserts in an attempt at distraction.

Ena managed to dodge Lex’s macaroon, but took Thiori’s whipped cream pie directly to the face.

She then went antlers-to-horns with the goat in a rolled stalemate, and knocked herself for a loop. Asahi then locked her on a nearby balcony to keep her safe from the goat.

Michael is also out on this same balcony, and there is in fact some storytelling going on in a separate google doc behind the scenes.

With Ena out of the Goat of Guffaw’s line of sight, the others had some more success luring the goat downstairs and back outside with a trail of sugar and sweets.

“Lemon ricotta cake revives dead goats.”

Asahi tried to grab the goat at one point, but as soon as she looked away, the goat escaped, and left her holding a royal purple silk slipper with gold and silver embroidered details in its place. In retaliation, the goat kicked a nearby suit of armor, and forced Asahi to scramble to keep it from falling.

A thread of her pant leg got caught on the armor at this point, but Asahi failed to notice.

Lex kept rolling high persuasion to keep the goat following their trail of sweets, so they managed to successfully lure it outside to the garden area its pen had been set up in.

From there, Thiori tried to persuade the goat to enter the pen by going inside, himself, and offering the goat a full lemon cake to follow him.

He failed his persuasion roll, so the goat locked him inside the pen instead.

Thiori tried to climb out of the goat pen without damaging it, failed, and threw out his back falling three feet to the ground.

Asahi’s pants have now become booty shorts.

Out of desserts to use for bribery and now with Thiori writhing in pain inside the goat pen, Lex swallowed her pride, and appealed to the goat’s better nature by asking it to return to its pen willingly, as she really, REALLY needed Vatun to help with her magic problem because magic had caused SO many problems in her life and she was SO done with it.

She did cry a little, at one point, and the goat willingly returned to its pen, thus allowing Lex to complete the quest.

Lex apologized to Thiori for not trying his idea to reason with the goat in the first place.

Vatun appeared outside to congratulate them, still snacking, and told Lex that her magic problem would be solved by morning.

Thought he was letting her keep one healing spell supplied by him, because he’d seen the people she’d take up with and they were “going to need the help”.

He also warned her to find a nice, soft bed that night, because the process of swapping her mana with her vitality was going to be the equivalent of a month-long workout.

Vatun: “Suffice to say, you’re going to wake up very buff.”

Vatun spent the entire party snacking and absolutely going to town on the expensive royal buffet table. He spends all but these three nights out of the year trapped in his moon prison, and this is his one chance to get some real food.

With the quest completed, Vatun disappeared (though the party will occasionally see him snacking around throughout all three festival nights), and the group returned inside.

They encountered Princess Maji hopping around with her bodyguard/fiance, Neraagh-Aagh, and returned her missing slipper.

Asahi then went to rescue Ena from the balcony, only to find her girlfriend drunk and cordially chatting with an equally drunk Michael, whom Ena has been very standoffish and distant with since rescuing him.

Finding this suspicious, Asahi locked the balcony door again. In retaliation, Ena Misty Step-ed her way through the door, and left Michael stuck on the balcony.

Lex and Thiori returned to the main party floor while Asahi went to rescue Vashael from a crowd of suitors who couldn’t take a hint…and she did so by flaunting her new booty shorts and cleavage to ‘request’ the prince’s attention for a ‘very urgent’ matter.

There will be court rumors flying before the night is over.

Asahi brought Vashael up to Michael, who was too drunk to magic his way off the balcony, and they retired for the night.

Asahi returned to the rest of the group, and we paused there for the night. Next session, we’ll focus on Sir Carl and Bagelby’s exploits.

I also got some lore for Sir Carl after the session ended and OH BOY do I love it so.

#OOC #Quarantine D&D

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merryfortune · 2 years

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A Pocketful of Posy (a tissue, a tissue)

Written for YGO RARE PAIR WEEK 2022

Day 2: Seasons | Enemies to Lovers | Crossover

Title: A Pocketful of Posy (a tissue, a tissue)

Ship: Chantshipping | Mieru/Yuzu

Series: Arc V

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,468

Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Humour

Mieru didn’t need to be a psychic to know that today was going to go very, very badly. They had an app for that nowadays. Specifically, the weather app and it handily let her know that the pollen count on this fine spring day was going to be astronomically high.

Being so sensitive of mind, it was only natural that she was sensitive in the body, too. Not necessarily frail, just prone to allergies. She was a lifelong sufferer of hay fever but she tried not to let it down or stop her from going on outings. Such as the very one she had lined up with Yuzu. It was a date. A super casual and relaxed date but a date nonetheless. A picnic in the park, giggling and strolling by the pond, relaxing in the flowers. Oh, it sounded magnificent, like a dream, and Mieru was not going to let her silly little aversion to pollen get the best of her.

So she got dressed for the day, she did her daily reading which rewarded her already proactive mindset, and continued on. Mieru made sure she was her absolute cutest for her date with Yuzu. She primped her hair and she ironed her pinafore. She selected the softest, most satiny ribbon to wear and polished her favourite necklace. With all the elements of her adorable outfit assembled, her girlfriend’s socks were sure to be knocked off when they met up later.

However, for all her fluffing and fussing, Mieru did not, however, make sure she took preventative medicine for her hay fever. It didn’t even occur to her to pack some just in case either. After all, she was the greatest psychic there ever was and if her ever reliable Duel Monster cards were correct - and they almost always were, instances of apocalyptic conditions excluded - then she didn’t have a silly little thing to be worried about. They told her that she was going to have a good day despite the poor omen of pollen and Mieru believed them.

She was out the door without so much as a second glance at her phone for the weather update or to say much more than a goodbye to her parents. She had a date today and her eyes were watering immediately. But Mieru kept her chin up. She could just blink it away. Very, very furiously. That was fine.

Better than fine was seeing Yuzu at the park’s entryway. It was a stone arch with a hedge built into the fence either side of it. She waved Mieru down, bouncing on her feet and flagging her with her hand. Mieru hurried up but the more she blinked, the more her eyes watered, and they itched very, very badly.

“Hey Mieru, how are you- whoa, are you okay?” Yuzu asked. She sounded cheerful as ever but it translated into concern when she saw Mieru up closer now.

“I-I’m fine.” Mieru lied. “I just have. Hay fever. No big deal. Now come on, let’s go find a nice, sunny spot to set up, I think this way would be good.”

“You're the boss, girlfriend.” Yuzu chuckled but she was dubious of Mieru’s claims. She did love to talk big at the best of times.

Mieru took charge,despite her vision getting blurrier by the second but she was a psychic. She didn’t have to rely on regular senses and perceptions. She had extra-sensory perceptions at her disposal and by straining them, she did exactly what she set out to do: pick a nice spot for her and Yuzu to set up. She pointed to the patch of grass and Yuzu unfurled the picnic blanket.

It fluttered outwards with a flomph and the pair of girls sat down on top of it. Yuzu placed the picnic basket nice and close to them both. Her Father had been kind enough to spend all night to make snacks for her and Mieru’s date as he was over the top and doting. And a decent cook, too, though it was hard to mess up mashed egg sandwiches and box mix cupcakes, surely.

“Here you go.” Yuzu said as she handed Mieru triangularly cut sandwiches on a plastic plate.

“Thank you, darling.” Mieru chirped.

She faced Yuzu and Yuzu had to do a double take. Mieru had huge green eyes and they looked bigger than usual thanks to how puffy they were. She could hardly see the green irises of them. She chuckled dubiously again and Mieru accepted the sandwich. Either pretending nothing was wrong or genuinely oblivious, Yuzu couldn’t tell.

How she made a big production of enjoying the basic egg and mayonnaise sandwich didn’t help either.

“These are simply scrumptious.” Mieru gushed. “Absolutely delicious, your Father is an undiscovered culinary genius. My compliments and more to the chef.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him later.” Yuzu replied but she had to admit. They did taste pretty good. All homemade and nostalgic.

They had cupcakes after clearing out the sandwiches. Of which there were also ham and salad filled ones, too. Yuzu’s Father had packed enough for them to feed a small army and the cupcakes which followed their main course of lunch went down a treat, too. The icing tasted crisp and fake but the cake underneath was nice and fudgy.

Crumbly, too, as Mieru got it all over her mouth. Naturally. And also naturally, that meant Yuzu’s inner nag saw her chance to swoop in and at least try to be romantic.

“Hang on, you’ve got something…” Yuzu mumbled.

She fished out a serviette tissue from inside the picnic basket and Mieru looked her way. She was gentle and Mieru was wide-eyed as Yuzu wiped the corner of her mouth clean of chocolate. Mieru’s lips parted slightly and her eyes glistened.

Mostly out of her stupid hayfever. Partly out of her admiration for Yuzu. Her cheeks flushed red as Yuzu wiped her face and just before Yuzu could finish and perhaps the moment could have been neat and complete, like a moment in a movie, Mieru sneezed. And it was the biggest, nastiest sneeze imaginable from someone so tiny.

Yuzu froze as she felt the spray across her face. And the snot, too. A huge glob of it right in the middle of her face. Her face wrinkled and Mieru wanted to scream. She felt her lower lip quiver and she made a noise like a gasp.

“That is so…. Gross.” Yuzu said and she couldn’t even keep a straight face before laughing and laughing and laughing some more. Even as she got a fresh serviette to wipe her own face clean.

“I’m sorry.” Mieru warbled. “I get really bad hay fever in spring.” Her eyes were watering but she was fairly certain she was on the cusp of crying out of embarrassment rather than from her allergy.

“It's all good, you probably didn’t know- no, wait, you definitely knew and you still didn’t take anything?” Yuzu asked and she shook her head, clicking her tongue. “You are so strange sometimes.”

“I thought it would be fine.” Mieru cried.

“It’s all good, wait here, there’s a convenience store across the road, I’ll go get you some over the counter type stuff.” Yuzu said and before Mieru could reply, she was up and off.

Mieru squinted into the distance as Yuzu darted off so she could go be a fifteen minute hero. Mieru, meanwhile, just sulked and sipped some of the iced tea that had been packed. It was quite good and Yuzu didn’t take all that long at all.

She plopped down again on the picnic rug, on her knees and popped two pills into her hand. “Here, try these.”

Mieru made a face as she took them with the iced tea. “Blegh…” She poked her tongue out and pouted. The taste was very bitter. She couldn’t believe her girlfriend would do that to her.

“I’m sure they’ll work just fine.” Yuzu replied, playful but cranky.

“Thank you, though, I appreciate it.” Mieru said and she drank more iced tea to hopefully drown out that bitter taste.

“I know you do.” Yuzu chirped.

She leaned in and surprised Mieru with a kiss. Mieru, thankfully, swallowed her tea rather than spat it out. She gulped it down hard as she felt Yuzu’s lips, petal soft, on her burning hot cheeks. And then she sneezed. Yuzu laughed at her expense again and Mieru rubbed her nose. Already she wasn’t quite as snotty but it was still embarrassing.

She worried this date was going to turn into a disaster and already, Mieru knew that her blindspot was in the worst possible disasters. But in Yuzu’s opinion, that little sneeze of Mieru’s was very cute and that their date was going to turn out plenty fine.

#femslash #YGOrarepairweek2022 #yugioh arc v #arc v #yugioh #chantshipping #hiiragi yuzu #yuzu hiiragi #mieru houchun #houchun mieru #writing tag #it has been TOO LONG since i last wrote my girl!!!!!

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casefagan58 · 2 years

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lovecanyon · 2 years

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Sugar daddy harry spoiling y/n and their baby 💖

CARMEN ANNE STYLES

sugardaddy!harry x model!reader

MASTERLIST

“That’s so pretty darling.” Harry smiles at his daughter showing and describing a beautiful dress that she was holding.

He loved that she had taste for fashion at a very early age, always picking out fashionable outfits with no help from her parents.

“Daddy can I get it?” Carmen asks her father. When he gives her a nod she jumps up and down before rushing to the dressing room.

The Venice Film Festival was coming up which meant Y/N needed a dress. Her stylist (which was also Harry’s) and Alessandro Michelle had designed a dress that was made specifically for the event.

The Gucci store had been closed for the rest of the day because the model was doing a fitting but the employees were not complaining.

Some workers were holding clothes for the Styles child as she walks around the store picking out items, spending her parents money like it was nothing. A few workers were just gawking at Harry while the rest of the staff helped out Alessandro and Lambert.

“Hi baby!” Y/N smiles at Carmen who had just walked in the dressing room that was full of mirrors.

“Hiii mommy.” Carmen grins at her mother who was stood on a platform while a few people work on the dress she’s wearing. “You look like a pretty princess.” She giggles which makes everyone in the room coo.

“Thank you baby.” Y/N gazed adoringly at her daughter.

After Harry took about a three hundred photo’s of Y/N in the dress she was now free from all the people surrounding her and back in her casual clothes.

Before getting ringed up Carmen drags her parent’s back to the kids section.

“I don’t know which ones.” Carmen lisps holding up two pairs of shoes.

“Get both darling.” Harry tells his daughter as he bends down to pull her pink face mask over her nose.

“I guess!” Carmen sighs out which made Y/N almost laugh, she was definitely her child. Soon after she rushes to the cashier and tells them what pairs of shoes she wants.

Y/N smiles contently as Harry wraps his arm around her bare stomach. His cool rings made her skin get goosebumps which she loved.

She couldn’t believe they had a child together.

“We should go over there before she makes the cashier even more scared.” Harry chuckles watching his daughter babble something to the worker.

By the time both of them get to their daughter she has made the cashier look scared, more like petrified.

“And I had to go to the hospital but I’m fine now.”

“What are you talking about Carm?” Y/N chuckles placing down two cardigans she decided to get last minute.

“Just that time I fell from the slide when I was with auntie Gem.” Carmen giggles at the fawn memory.

A loud scream coming from Carmen makes Gemma jump up from the blanket she was sat on.

“Carmen are you okay!” Gemma rushes over to her niece who was sprawled out on the grass. The child didn’t seemed to bothered as she just laid there with a smile on her face

“I wanna do that again.” Carmen grins.

“Almost scared her to death.” Harry shakes his head with a smile which makes Y/N laugh under her breath.

Soon the cashier begins to bag their items but she needed help with the amount of children’s clothes she needed to fold.

After three employees bagged the clothes they were finally ready to pay.

“One hundred ten thousand four hundred seventy-nine dollars is your total.” The cashier speaks up looking at the large amount on the computer screen.

Swiftly he pulls out his wallet and slides his card through the payment terminal which immediately makes the very large purchase be accepted.

The employees behind the register let out a gasp as they watched Harry give Y/N his wallet and credit card to put in her purse.

She was truly living the dream.

TMZ

Y/N L/N in London earlier this morning arriving at a Gucci store. Sources say she was doing a fitting for her Venice Film Festival dress.

If you didn’t know her and Harry styles, a very well known musician have a child together! Carmen Anne Styles, one of the most loved nepotism babies was also seen with her.

Since Harry Styles, L/N’s boyfriend has previously sued companies for releasing photos of their daughter, we have decided not to share pictures of the child.

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retroaria · 3 years

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hi idk if u do aesthetic hcs but if u do, could u do a dark academia one, thanks :))

DARK ACADEMIA READER

cc: karl jacobs, georgenotfound, sapnap, dream, wilbur soot, quackity, nihachu

pronouns: gender neutral

warnings: just me and my potty mouth lol

masterlist :]

A/N: i have been WAITING for someone to request aesthetic hc’s pls give me more lol

karl:

literally begs you to style him all the time

also begs you to match outfits with him

lets you borrow all his cute knit sweaters and even recommends them if he thinks they’d look good with an outfit

is honestly the most hyped about it

loves how sophisticated you look while also still being the most adorable person ever

FIT CHECKS ON STREAM I SAY YES

lets you read to him while he lays his head in your lap :3

thrifting together omg

if you guys live together he would let you hang whatever art you wanted around the house

would also just let you decorate the whole place lol

george:

ahhhh he thinks it’s such a pretty aesthetic

you look so smart and epic he loves whenever you show him an outfit your really proud of

would let you dress him up in private cus he loves you but he’s def gonna stick to the sweatpants and merch hoodies for now george is literally comfycore

actually really likes some of the simple pieces you’ve gotten him like sweaters and shirts and his chat always notices he’s wearing something a little nicer than usual and although he’s def the type to keep his relationship private he would still be like

“oh yeah, my s/o got it for me :]” AND JUST BE SO FUCKING HAPPY ABT IT

will listen to you talk about all your favorite things like books, movies, albums whatever

would also go out of his way to try and be into those things too and he actually ends up liking some of it :3

literally gonna die thinking about how much i love george goodbye yall im deceased 👋

sapnap:

jk i’m still alive time for sapnap

also lets you style him in private but wasn’t really into it

loves how warm everything is, you give off such a comfy vibe to him

try’s really hard to learn all the specific things and styles you like so he can buy you stuff in the future

would tell chat about how awesome your aesthetic is during like an alt stream or something

would also ask them for gift ideas for you lol

loves when you talk about something you’re really passionate about :3

dream:

would buy you anything you ever asked for

gives me “here’s my card buy whatever you want babe” vibes

he sees how much you love the style and everything surrounding and all he wants to do is fuel that happiness

would take you to really nice places like museums and shit

omg i feel like you guys could both pick out a book to read and then read it on your own and when ur both finished you like talk about it give it a rating and everything

not even a dream stan but that would be adorable

quackity:

asks you to style him and would literally show it on stream

it looks so funny though because he’s got on this really nice outfit with the fucking puma beanie still on LMAO

“holy shit guys look at how smart i look *does a 360 while almost tripping over his chair* y/n i think you’ve made me a better man 🤓”

he literally looks like this emoji 🤓

actually thinks its such a nice style and wishes he could pull it off as well as you do

AHHH loves when you give him music recommendations

if you guys are long distance he listens to all the music you tell him about on his long drives :3

if you guys aren’t long distance than obviously you are going with him

wilbur:

this aesthetic fits his vibe so well

you two are so powerful it is insane

slightly matching outfits that aren’t too overbearing but still cute

would go to little coffee shops and book stores with you

making playlists for each other

would also go to museums, art shows, cafes, concerts, abandoned places, literally anywhere you wanna go he will take you

also loves listening to you talk about all the stuff you love

would play covers of all ur favorite songs for you

niki:

she loves it

always asks you to dress her up

posts ur matching outfits on instagram and twitter

literally begs you for music and book recommendations

shows off all the cute clothes you guys got from thrifting together

loves going to little book shops and cafes with you

omg you guys would get a cat named Cornelius sorry that’s so specific but it’s my hc 😌

YOU GUYS PAINT TOGETHER OMG

just small little canvas pieces

you guys also write together

lots of creativity she loves that your style and personality is so inspiring and brings that out in her

this was so fun to make pls request more aesthetic hc’s lol

i’m literally in the car rn with my friends i’m so carsick and i missed the karlnap streams today

going to the shore 😏 very excited probably won’t post anything tonight even tho i really wanted too but oh well

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study-coffee-chicago · 3 years

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Seasons of Med: Season 5 & Seasons of PD: Season 7: Necrotizing Fasciitis Scare (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister! Imagine)

Your age: 18

Jay's age: 32

Will's age: 34

"I am going to get you to understand football at this game come hell or high water," Jay told you as you said that you really didn't understand anything about football while Kevin tried to hook up the tv. Kelly threw Jay the football and Jay caught it.

"Hell or high water, huh?" you asked. "Did you just turn southern? Isn't that a southern phrase?"

"I can say whatever I want, thank you were much. Now catch." He threw you the football and you caught it easily.

"Kelly, I can't promise this is gonna be a good throw, so be ready to move," you told him as you threw the football to him. He had to jump to the left and jump high to catch it.

"Y/N, you suck at this," he laughed.

"I know."

"Jay, teach your sister how to throw a football, will you?"

He threw the ball back to Jay.

All of you were currently at Soldier Field to watch the Bears' game on a Friday afternoon. Will was originally going to go with Jay and you were going to study for your biology class, even though it was summer. You had decided to take a summer biology class so then you wouldn't have to deal with it during the fall and winter semesters when you'd be drowning in homework with other classes...and you figured you could do this one in the summer because you had heard horror stories of how hard this specific professor at CCU was. Luckily for you, Will was a doctor and could help you understand those damn diagrams that always gave you trouble.

Anyway, Will was going to come, but he got put on the schedule last minute, so Jay dragged you here even though you didn't know the slightest bit about football. Hell, you didn't even have any Bears gear to wear! Jay had given you one of his hats to wear with the promise that he'd get it back.

"Y/N!" Hailey yelled to you. "Wanna run to Mama Garcia's food truck with me?"

"Yes!" you exclaimed.

"Hailey," Jay whined. "I was just about to teach her how to throw a football."

"Halstead, if she doesn't know yet, I'm sure you can wait a few minutes. Now, I need my Spanish-speaking Halstead to come with me."

You had taken AP Spanish last year and had gotten a good enough grade on the AP exam to give you twelve college credits. This was partly thanks to Mama Garcia. You had been studying in her restaurant one night when you asked her a question about a tense. She explained it and then said that if you ever wanted to practice speaking Spanish and make some money at the same time, that you could work or her under the table. You took her up on that offer and your Spanish improved immensely.

Once you got up to the window of the food truck, you ordered a big batch of tamales in Spanish and then translated how much it was to Hailey. Then, you and Hailey went back to Jay and the rest of all your brother's first responder friends.

Kelly was yelling at Stella, Hailey, and you not to break into the tamales before the burgers were done, but you all didn't listen and each grabbed one out of the box.

You were in the middle of eating yours when you heard a scream.

You went towards the scream along with Jay, Natalie, and Kelly, but Jay made sure you stayed behind him. But, this didn't block your entire view, though.

You looked down at this man's leg. It was red and it looked like there was a giant gash on his shin with puss, blood, and flesh coming out. Things were moving underneath the skin. He was seizing and he kept saying BRT.

It was all too much. You took the Bears hat off.

"Y/N, I need you to get away from this. Whatever this guy has, I don't want you to--"

Jay didn't even finish his sentence before you vomited into that he had let you use, using it as a makeshift bowl for your puke.

He gently grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side after you finished emptying that tamale you had started eating into his hat.

"You done? You good?" Jay asked.

You coughed and then wiped your mouth. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry about your hat. I just- I don't like blood and that was nasty."

"I know. I think everyone's going to Med, so we'll run to the bathroom so we can throw away my hat now and you can rinse out your mouth. I think I have gum in my truck."

"Okay. Be glad I had the smart idea to puke into that hat, though. Or else it probably would've gone on you."

"Yeah, but I lost a nice hat in the process," Jay said as he rolled his eyes and you two made your way towards the bathrooms.

***

"It's necrotizing fasciitis," Will said. Everyone looked at him with a blank expression.

"Flesh-eating bacteria," you supplied.

"Wow, where'd you learn that, Short Stack?" Will asked.

"Can you not call me that? I'm eighteen! And, I learned it by watching Untold Stories of the ER."

"Junior doctor on our hands I think, Jay. And, you're still shorter than me and Jay so I can call you that, thank you very much."

"After her puking just at the sight of that, yeah, no way she's becoming a doctor," Jay said. "Anyway, the victim?"

"Right, sorry. Your victim had necrotizing fasciitis, more commonly known as, as Y/N said, flesh-eating bacteria. And, don't worry, it's not contagious. Only about four in a million people get it each year," Will explained.

"So, how do you get nec..." Kelly trailed off, not knowing the correct pronunciation.

"Necrotizing fasciitis. It enters through a break in the skin and just destroys the tissue under the epidermis. It--"

"The epidermis is the first layer of the skin," you said, reciting something you had learned in your biology class.

"Yes, it's the first layer of skin. But, as I was saying, it would really help us treat this guy if we knew who he was," Will finished after your interruption.

"I can't open a case file without a crime," Jay started, "but I'll see if I can run prints and check traffic cam footage. Maybe make out some sort of ID."

After a few minutes, everyone's panic had died down and you and Kelly were sitting down next to each other. He was trying to explain football to you even though you really couldn't care less. Meanwhile, Jay was about to make a phone call when Will motioned him over.

"Yeah?" Jay asked.

"You or Y/N have any contact with the victim? And, if you did, do you or her have any breaks in the skin?" Will asked, clearly worried about his younger siblings.

"No, we didn't have any contact. Just had Y/N puke in my hat I let her borrow," Jay answered.

"Okay, good. But, as I said, necrotizing fasciitis is rare, so you two should be fine. I gotta get back, but call if you find out anything on the victim."

"Will do. Remember to wear your gloves." Will rolled his eyes. "What? You just said it enters through breaks in the skin."

"You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?"

"One of my many talents."

***

"Hey, I'm leaving," Jay told you around noon the next day, poking his head into your bedroom while you stared at your lab lectures, trying to remember all the diagrams and pictures you'd need to help you identify body parts on your next lab practical.

"Okay, I'm going to the lab around 2:00 to study. That way I can actually see that stuff as I'll see it on the lab practical," you told him, not even looking up from your notes.

"Okay, be safe." He picked up Beary, who was leaning up against a pillow next to you, in a graduation gown and cap outfit. "Beary, can you make sure she takes breaks?" Then, his voice changed into his baby voice, what he always pretended was Beary's voice. "Oh, yes, Jay. I'll make sure she takes breaks while you're gone."

You laughed and reached out and took Beary from him. "Get outta here, you goon."

"Love you, too!" Jay called as he left your room.

You fixed Beary's cap and set him down, remembering when you got the outfit for him as you stared at diagrams.

"You ready, graduate?" Jay asked as he knocked on your door.

"Jay, I swear to God if you call me graduate one more time..." you said as you opened the door.

"You'll what?" he taunted.

"You know what, I don't know, but you won't like it. Are my bobbi pins noticeable?" you asked, referring to the bobbi pins you had pinned down to keep your blue graduation cap in place.

"Nope. You're good. Ready?"

"Ready."

You walked into the kitchen, to be met with Will. And behind him on the kitchen table was a vase of blue and white flowers, which were your school colors, and Beary leaning up against said flowers, wearing a blue graduation cap and gown. Just like you.

You laughed. "I cannot believe you guys."

"Hey," Will started, "Beary got a little backpack on your first day of kindergarten. Only fair that he gets a cap and gown on your graduation."

"Did you use the gift card from Mom?" you asked, referring to the one you had found in the letters to each of you that Will had found when you were cleaning out your dad's house after he died.

"We did," Jay confirmed. "Now, I need you to hold Beary in one hand and hold this picture." He handed you a photo of you with your little backpack on and Beary with his that your mom had taken of you on the front porch on your first day of kindergarten, right before Jay had surprised you by coming home from deployment early.

"Why do I need both?" you asked curiously.

"I saw this thing on Pinterest--"

"Wait!" Will exclaimed. "You have a Pinterest?"

"No," Jay scoffed. "But Hailey does. And she sent me a picture of something she thought you should do for your graduation pictures. You hold up a picture of you on your first day of school when you were little while you're wearing your cap and gown and then I take a picture of you. Since Beary was in that picture, I thought he could be in this one, too."

You grabbed Beary and allowed him to take the pictures. Now it was time to tell the news to your mom and dad.

***

"You won't believe what Will and Jay decided they just needed to get me," you said as you stood in front of your parents' headstone with Beary hidden behind your back. Will and Jay were over by a big tree talking amongst themselves so you could have some privacy. You pulled Beary from behind your back. "They got me a cap and gown for him because they said it was only fair because Beary got a backpack on my first day of school. And, since it's my last day of school, he should get a cap and gown, too.

"Also, which one of you called Will and Jay graduate all day on the day of their graduation? Because Jay won't stop calling me that and it's kinda getting on my nerves. Pretty sure it was you, Mom."

You sighed. "I wish you guys were here. Jay told me all about how you made him a special breakfast when he graduated and then went out for lunch before the actual graduation because the senior all-nighter was after. I don't know where we're going for our senior all-nighter, but I hope it's not boring. I've heard that a few years ago, some kids said theirs was super boring. I really don't want that. But, I'm glad that I could convince Will and Jay not to be chaperones for whatever my senior all-nighter is. I love them and all, but they can be a bit too overprotective at times.

"God, you guys should be here. Dad, I know you weren't the best, but you were trying. And, I'm sure if Mom was here, she'd make sure you behaved, because Mom would say it was a big day and that you couldn't be arguing with Jay." You laughed. "I can only imagine what it would look like with Jay on one side of you, Mom, and Dad on the other and you scolding both of them for fighting. Then, they'd both probably sit back and cross their arms. And, because of this, you'd probably say that I'm your favorite child."

"Alright," Jay laughed as he and Will made their way back to you. "I think it's time to go. We don't want to miss your graduation."

"You know none of us really care about the ceremony, right?" you asked, blinking back tears so that you wouldn't mess up your makeup.

"We know. It's mostly for the parents...or in your case, brothers," Will said.

You pulled out four flowers, two blue and two white, which you had taken from the bouquet that Will had placed on the kitchen table back at home, from the pockets in your dress underneath your graduation gown. "Give me one more minute."

You placed two flowers, one of each color, on top of your Mom's name and your Dad's name on the headstone. "I thought you two should have some, too. They're my school colors." You wiped your eyes as you felt a few tears prick them. "Remember to clap for me from heaven when I walk across that stage, okay?"

You took a deep shaky breath and turned back around. Will wrapped an arm around you as the three of you walked back to Jay's truck. Beary hung from your hand. In three hours, you'll have graduated high school.

You were taken out of your thoughts by your phone ringing. It was the coffee shop you worked at. And, no, it was not the one in your apartment building. But, Jay and other members of Intelligence did sometimes come in there to pick up coffee for them and the rest of the unit. This was only because they knew they'd get the friends and family discount since you worked there. But, they usually tipped you well, so you didn't mind.

Your manager asked you to come into work because someone couldn't come in. As much as you needed to study for your biology lab practical, you needed money for college more. And, you could always go to the lab tomorrow to practice for your lab practical. You also had Will. What good was having a doctor in the family if not to help you with your science homework? So, you decided to pick up the extra shift making coffee.

***

"Voight," Hank Voight said as he answered his phone.

"Hank, it's Wallace Boden. I need you to come down to the CCU science lab right now."

"Why?"

"Because Severide just told me that the victim at Soldier Field yesterday kept chanting BRT. This place is owned by BRT Labs. And, there was a fire set."

"You're thinking arson? You know we don't investigate that, Wallace."

"I know. Office of Fire Investigation is already on it."

"But, you think that the victim yesterday and the fire today could be connected?" Voight asked.

"I think it's highly possible. All I ask is that you come down here, maybe take a look inside, do some interviews, stuff you normally would do."

"Alright. I'll grab Halstead and Upton and we'll head down there."

"Thank you."

Voight hung up his phone and turned to his team, all of whom were knee-deep in paperwork after taking off yesterday to see the Bears game...which they didn't even get to see in the end. "Chief Boden needs some of us down at the CCU lab. There could be a connection--"

"Did you say the CCU lab?" Jay asked, standing up from his chair.

"Yes, Halstead, Upton, you're with me. The rest of you, stay here. We'll let you know if we need you or you need to look up information here." Voight looked to Jay who looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Halstead, we're going."

"Y/N's at the lab."

"It's Saturday," Hailey pointed out. "There's no classes on Saturdays."

"She said she was going there to study for a test. Oh, God. What if--"

"Jay," Hailey said as she walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "You just need to call or text her on the way there. She'll be okay. C'mon, let's go."

"Atwater, come with me," Voight said. "Just in case Jay's gotta go."

***

You finally took your fifteen-minute break after being swamped for a good half hour straight. Who knew so many people wanted coffee at four in the afternoon? The first thing you saw were seven missed calls and texts in all caps. They were all from Jay.

"What the hell?" you muttered as you pressed Jay's contact and brought your phone to your ear. He picked up on the first ring. "Why are you--"

"Where are you? The firefighters said they haven't seen you come out yet," he rushed out.

"I'm at work. What firefighters? What are you talking about, Jay?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows together.

"You're at work?" Jay asked. "I thought you were going to school to study?"

"I was. But, then my manager called me in. Why? What happened?"

Jay felt so much relief wash over him that he almost fell over in the grass on the CCU campus. "There was a fire in the lab."

"What? Are my friends okay? Did anyone die?" you rushed out. They weren't totally your friends, more your classmates, but you figured that was the easiest thing to call them.

"As far as I know, there weren't any fatalities."

You breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, okay, good."

"Just do me a favor: next time your plans change, text me."

"I can't promise I can remember that."

"Figures. But, I gotta go. Stay safe."

***

"Son of a bitch!" Jay yelled and threw his phone on the couch just as you entered your apartment after finishing your closing shift at the coffee shop.

"What?" you asked as you shut the door and then set your keys down and took off your hat.

"Hailey's in quarantine," he told you. "And it's all my fault."

"What? It's your fault? How'd it even happen? Why are people being quarantined?"

"Turns out that necro thing isn't as rare as Will told us."

"Jay, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Uh, there were a bunch of people at an apartment building who got the disease, so Will and others are there looking for a thing that somebody says they saw spraying the building. Could've been this exterminator person was trying to poison people in the building," Jay told you. "And now everyone in the building is quarantined at Med."

"And Hailey was in the apartment building...?" you asked, not knowing what this had to do with Hailey.

"I had her go to a house to talk to someone who was in the lab the same time as the victim. She, uh, the girl Hailey was talking to, fell over and she had the infection and Hailey touched her.

"Hailey had a hangnail or something—at least, that's the info that Will got from Natalie, and Will passed it on to me—so now she's in quarantine at Med. If I wouldn't have told her to go check out the lead, then maybe she wouldn't be in quarantine right now."

"Jay," you started, "you can't blame yourself. If it wasn't Hailey, it would've been you. Then you'd be quarantining at Med right now. And if it wasn't you or Hailey, it would've been someone else from Intelligence and then they'd be in quarantine right now."

"How did you get so mature?"

"Trauma."

Jay's expression immediately changed. "What? Y/N, if you need someone to talk to, I can get you that."

You laughed. "Jay, chill. It's a psych major joke...even though I know I really shouldn't be joking about trauma no matter what."

"Okay, good. Do you want to watch a movie?"

"I mean, I guess. What are we watching? And, I'm gonna make popcorn, too."

"Okay. We can watch anything but Contagion," Jay told you.

"What's Contagion?"

"It's about this virus that breaks out all over a city...much like what's happening now."

"Oooh, now I want to watch it."

"I knew I shouldn't have said anything."

***

"Hello?" you said into the phone the next afternoon when Mama Garcia called you. Jay was out working the case, Will was trying to find a cure for this bacterial strain, and Hailey was out of quarantine because she was cleared by Natalie. So, Jay wasn't blaming himself anymore.

You quickly spoke Spanish with Mama Garcia and she asked if you could come in because they got a huge catering order last minute and she needed someone to man the cash register while she helped in the back making the order. You agreed and made your way to Mama Garcia's.

***

You were busy working the cash register and speaking Spanish with the friendly customers when you started hearing yelling outside, something about MS-13. You excused yourself and made your way to the back where Mama Garcia was working on tamales.

"They're saying something about MS-13 out there," you told her in Spanish.

"I'm going to need you to say that in English, chica," she told you. "I think you said it wrong because you just mentioned MS-13," she said as she wiped her hands on her apron.

"No, they're saying crazy stuff," you began. "They're chanting that you're part of MS-13. You can't hear it?"

"It's loud back here. Maybe I'll hear it if I go to the front."

She came to the front with you where some customers were leaving the building through the side entrance to get away from the mob. There weren't any customers left in the little restaurant anymore.

"Dios mio," she whispered.

There had to have been at least two dozen or more people outside all yelling and saying that she was to blame for the bacteria. Some even held signs. Some had guns or sharp objects.

You pulled out your phone. "I'm calling--"

You stopped when you heard a crash. You barely had time to register what was happening as the Molotov cocktail flew through the window and shattered everywhere, lighting the place on fire and sending shards of glass everywhere, some ending up lodged in your leg as you screamed in fear and pain.

***

The men and women of Firehouse 51 got a call of a public disturbance at Mama Garcia's. As they pulled up, they saw the Molotov cocktail fly right through the front window towards you and Mama Garcia. Casey started barking out orders and everyone sprang into action.

You were inside and the smoke was getting thicker. Whatever they made this out of actually worked. You pulled your shirt up to your nose and mouth to try and stop inhaling it, but it didn't work very well.

You had been in front of Mama Garcia at the time it was thrown through the window, so you took most of the glass shards. This caused you so much pain that it was hard for you to move through the kitchen and to the door to get out.

"Fire department! Call out!" you heard Stella yell as you kept trying to walk toward the back door.

"Here!" you yelled.

"Fire department! Call out!"

"Back here! Help! Help!"

You heard heavy footsteps coming toward you and then you saw a firefighter and you felt a hand wrap around you.

"Hang on. You're gonna get out of here." Stella. "Casey," she said into her radio. "I need some help in here. Female victim, trouble walking, in the back in what looks like the kitchen."

"Copy. Coming in, Kidd."

About thirty seconds later you were picked up and told to close your eyes. You did, and it was only when you finally got outside, did Truck 81 realize who they had rescued.

***

Will was currently working in the lab trying to find an antidote to this terrible outbreak. But, something about Dr. Seldon was suspicious. He wasn't a detective like his younger brother, but he still trusted his gut.

Dr. Seldon hadn't noticed that Will was still in the lab when he started pouring chemicals into the samples. Now Will knew something was most definitely wrong.

"What are you doing?" he asked loudly, startling Dr. Seldon.

"Oh, these are contaminated samples," he answered easily like he had rehearsed what he was going to say.

Will pointed directly at him. "No. You know what? You need to stay right here."

Then, Seldon threw a punch and Will caught it easily. But, then Seldon hit him again in the stomach. In the split second that Will was doubled over, Seldon picked up a microscope and cold-cocked Will right over the head, causing him to fall to the ground as everything went black and he clutched his bleeding head.

***

Hailey was now back in the bullpen after being quarantined because she got checked out and everything was fine. She had to tell Jay to stop apologizing and that it wasn't his fault he had gotten into that mess.

"That's a blue hat, right before 2:00," Ruzek said as he looked at the security footage.

"Wait, I know this guy," Jay started. "He works at the CCU lab." His eyes widened as he realized what was going on. "He's with Will. We gotta go now!"

As Jay was sprinting out of the bullpen, his phone started ringing.

"Man, your phone!" Adam yelled.

"Just let it go to voice-mail!" Jay yelled as he ran down the stairs, not knowing that it was Casey calling him to let him know that they had pulled you out of a fire and you were currently being treated at Med.

***

You rubbed your eyes as you woke up a few hours later. You didn't know if it was the meds the nurse gave you to knock you out so she could pull the shards of glass out of your body or if it was from a combination of smoke inhalation and tiredness. Whatever the reason, you were awake now.

You turned to see your brothers and were very confused to see that Will was holding an ice pack to his head and Jay looked like he had gotten new stitches in his forearm.

"The hell--" You roughly cleared your throat. "The hell happened to you two?"

"We found the guy," Jay told you. "But, not before he cold-cocked Will over the head with a microscope."

"Who was he?" you asked.

"A professor at CCU. Dr. Seldon."

"I've heard of him. I think he only teaches graduate classes though, so I'd never end up being in one of his classes anyway. I'm assuming he's not teaching anymore?"

"Not a chance in hell," Jay confirmed. "If he wants to teach, he can teach all the other prisoners at Stateville."

"What happened to your arm?"

"Oh, you know him," Will began. "He's always putting other people's safety in front of his own like the idiot he is." Jay thought about smacking his older brother upside the head but decided against it only because he had just been hit in the head. "He decided that he'd rather be infected with the bacteria instead of the people in a conference room where Seldon was. So, he cut himself."

"You what? Do you have the bacteria?" you asked as your eyes widened in fear.

"No, I don't. Hailey shot in there to distract him and then I disarmed him. Will came in with the antidote anyway, but luckily we didn't need to use it."

"If Hailey got paid overtime every time she saved your ass, she'd never have to work again."

"Tell me about it," Jay agreed.

"Now, what happened to you?" Will asked. "Casey told us you were at Mama Garcia's?"

"Yeah, she called and asked me to run the front since she needed to be in the back to help work on a catering order. I went in and an hour later, there were all these protesters outside calling her a member of MS-13 and saying she started the outbreak."

"How?" Jay wondered. "Mama Garcia's like the sweetest lady alive."

"I don't know. Because people online are crazy? And then someone threw a flaming bottle of something through the window."

"And that's how the glass got in your leg?" Will asked. You nodded. "Well, the good news is that Maggie told me the damage was artificial. The reason you passed out was because of smoke inhalation. They gave you some oxygen and you're good to go once you're ready."

"Then why don't I have one of those nose thingies in?" you asked.

"A nasal cannula?" Will chuckled. You nodded. "It's because you slept long enough with it on that your oxygen is back up. And, the paramedics gave you oxygen, too. That's why you don't need it. Your levels are back to normal."

"Oh. Okay."

"You want your discharge paperwork?" Will asked.

"Yeah, Jay's gotta fill it out."

"Nope. You are not a minor anymore. So, you get to fill out your own paperwork."

You groaned as he handed you the clipboard with the paperwork on it. Now you knew why both Jay and Will hated paperwork so much. There was so much even for one little thing!

"You know, I think since you've achieved frequent flyer status at Med," Will began, "that Beary needs a hospital gown, too."

"No! Don't you dare!"

"Just write it down and give it to her for Christmas," Jay joked. But honestly, when it came to that bear and presents, you never knew if either of them was joking or not.

Everything seemed back to normal at that moment: Jay and Will joking about your Build-A-Bear, you and Jay constantly being in the hospital for whatever reason and life. Life was back to normal after this crazy weekend that had everyone in Chicago on edge and you couldn't be happier.

A/N: Idk how I feel about this one. There was so much going on in that crossover, that it was hard for me to figure out what I wanted to focus on...so, it turned into a shorter imagine. Anyway, thank you guys so, so much for reading! I also start my new job tomorrow, so updates might be a little less frequent (one or two a week, depending on how long the imagines are and how much I have to work). Anyway, please like/reblog and comment and tell me what you think! As always, if you want to be added to my taglist, just tell me and I’ll add you!

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Everything below was made by Me, Eye, and Ethan over the course of like 3 days

Thank you (with additions from sleepy my beloved)

Okay

Wilbur isn’t the oldest

Techno is

But it’s a war run empire, they take pride in their troops and armies and triumphs

The soldiers come first

So Techno is the commander in chief , the general

Wilbur, second born

Is heir to the throne

To the diplomatic side of the empire

and Tommy Gets shit

He doesn’t even understand why Phil had another kid

Of course there is the situation where Techno or Wilbur dies, or one of them steps down, but it won’t happen

Was he really born to be the understudy

he was born as a backup

Tommy was an accident but they’re not gonna let the public know that

like he's the Zuko

Phil doesn't really pay attention to him so his mother picks up the slack

Wilbur is 21

Techno’s 23

Tommy’s 17

However I have a really good idea for prince Tommy, just like what if he doesn’t like the way that people treat him? Like he doesn’t want all these yes men he wants to be he wants to be told now, he want somebody to tell him he that’s against the rules he just wants him like structure he just want someone to hate him he want someone to not like him and say no and tell him that he’s stupid which is why he does all of the stupid shit that he does

Ever since he was like 4

Everyone has said yes

He wants to defy them

He wants to just do something to make someone say no

That and he lowkey

He wants ~~Phil~~ Wilbur to pay attention to him

Is a Little Shit who causes so many problems on purpose to try and find someone who will push back against him

He wants someone to give him structure and discipline but overall he just wants his family’s attention

He’s broken shit, thrown temper tantrums, he’s started fights and he’ll he’s even snuck out and stole things

He’s never been stopped

People consider him snobby and spoiled

He's a brat

He gets everything he wants, but he doesn’t really want it, he just asks to see if they’ll tell him no

Tubbo = Stable Boy

Ranboo = Prince of another country (probably the americas)

Ranboo could definitely fit the role of an overseas royal prince who Tommy sees as a regal, spoiled, uppity little shit. Like Tubbo, who Tommy sneaks everywhere, has met Ranboo and likes him. Tommy can't possibly see why, he's unbearable.

Bench Trio = Best freinds

I think that Tommy and his brothers were always very very close

they just have jobs and shit

They took over Phil's shit

they probably drift apart as they get older, Wilbur and techno have duties and Tommy starts his quest for attention, they grow apart from their little brother without realizing it

Tommy and his mother (kristin) are always and have continued to be close

she definitely chides him, and tells him quietly to not do things for all of his "misbehaviors"

but there is only so much that she can do, because she has the duty to not make a scene

that and she's not who he's looking for attention from

You may be asking "How is crime recognized, identified, discussed, and atoned for?" more specifically, "Is it a 'you stole my bread so without asking anyone I'm cutting your hand off' or is it the US court system" ~~You may also be Ethan~~

The answer is:

like the UKs

But more like

Okay so the Supreme Judicial system, but Phil (and then Wilbur) has teh final say

Court system, but with Phil overseeing everything

instead of a judge

HOWEVER, that's in the national level

in smaller villages, its more of the cut your hand off system

because the judicial system isn't regulated

So bonus questions:

Punishments and the identification of whether a crime counts as a crime?

soldiers can call crimes out, and citizens can file reports

Phil's not really shit, he just doesn't show Tommy any attention because he's busy with the other two

Just honestly doesn't even care about most shit Tommy does

Like, doesn't pay attention to it until it affects him, he's busy running a country and training the boys to running a country

I don’t think they (the brothers) realize how badly everything is affecting Tommy

The only one who knows anything about the full extent would be his mom, and she’s in a similar boat to Tommy

Phil doenst really see her much either

Not like she could “Make a Scene” trying to get Phil to pay attention to his youngest, to actually love his child, he’s barely around

Kristin and Phil spend time together at night, but during the day everything is for the cameras

its like the UK royals, how they do shit just for the people

And Phil doenst want to hear about the kids at night, he wants to spend time with his wife

Tommy has stolen a car and will do it again

Just fucking hopped in and took a joyride

With Absolutely No Repercussions

Do you think Phil ever tries to hire like, a nanny or something? In the aftermath of the Car Incident? Yes, and it never worked

Tommy, like 15 at the time, pissed as hell as a random ass woman tries to tell him to go to bed at 8:30 pm

Tommy wants somebody to tell him no but not somebody hired to tell him no mannn

Tommy goes to like parties - like ragers

he has a network of really famous friends like young actors and shit

dude is a party animal, underage drinking, rumors of drugs, he’s the PR Teams worst nightmare, but they’re not going to say anything

The press makes up SO MUCH SHIT

The press once said that he had done cocaine when it was really one of his friends

Tommy adopts two dogs (hello Betty and Walter) without asking either of his parents

Betty is short for Elizabeth

He brings them in off the street

Literal abandoned street dogs and he goes, mine now

He like, walks down the street with sunglasses on, and just doesn't look at anyone as he walks the dogs, who have like black nice leather leashes

The paparazzi always finds him walking the dogs

like a modern celebrity

Mans can and will call the paparazzi on himself - because he is a drama queen ETHAN Tommy voice "hello pa pa. I have hired two new staff, pa pa." "Huh?" "they have found work in this palace as emotional support animals, pa pa." "....ok." tommy voice "he didn't even blink, elizabeth the fourteenth" END OF ETHAN MAKING FUN OF THE BRITISH

By the way just to clear things up with you all, Tommy addresses Phil as "Father"

most of the paparazzi's pictures of Tommy are him flipping the camera off

He poses for them

just sees a camera and fucking sticks his tongue out and flips them off

He’s wearing some atrocious outfit while walking his dogs and he just has a full on fashion photshoot of poses for them

If his dad won’t give him attention at least they will

Tommy befriends some of the staff

he hates a lot of the butlers tbh

thinks they're stuck up

but likes to gossip with the maids, and sit in the kitchen as the chefs cook lunch "Heyyyy, chef!" "Your highness, what is it, are you hungry?" "Can't a man just talk to his chef? Befriend his castle staff?" "Ah."

that and the kitchen gives betty and walter treats

Top ten Prince Thomas microaggressions

Number One: he calls Phil "your highness"

For context, kings are referred to as Your Majesty

He calls Wilbur Your Majesty

It was a joke when they were younger, a habit from then on, but now it’s to spite Phil

Tommy spends an ridiculous amount of money on clothes all at once, purely to see if Phil would yell at him for using the family debit card for it

He never wears the clothes

He doesn’t particularly like any of them anyways

Instead he donate them all anonymously

Tommy may be a brat but he isn’t wasteful

By the time Tommy’s 12 he’s started acting up, and it escalates slowly until he hits 15 where things just start snowballing and he gets worse and worse

he's definitely nicknamed by the press as some sort of party animal or fratboy

a spoiled brat

He’s 16, and he knows his place in the family, he is forgotten and glossed over, but he won’t be ignored, not if he can help it

The Public gives him the attention he wishes his father would give him, he walks his dogs with the paparazzi tailing after him, just hoping that maybe one scandal or one horrible picture will eventually be enough to make his dad actually See him

he'll tell the paparazzi what they want to hear

and give every magazine a story to tell

they notice him

he just wants somebody to tell him no, somebody tell this boy no without being paid to please

Tommy probably has like, pierced his ears or smth. Gotten tattoos.

he has holes in his face yes.

he pierced his ears and his nose

He has a tattoo on the inside of his finger that matches with Tubbo and Ranboo

Maybe the picture of him plastered from last weekend will make his dad reprimand him

Maybe the weed found in his backseat will get his Dad to ground him

Maybe the bottle of fucking pills he was “holding for a friend” but got caught with Will get some sort of reaction

and its not like he's only doing it for attention

he starts it for attention, but he loves it he does

he has fun, he loves his friends, he likes the parties and the air

but, he also loves the attention, he's not gonna lie

Tommy who took adderall at a party once but it didn’t do anything for him, he seemed to function a little better actually

Tommy who knows Techno has adhd and takes adderall for it, Tommy who puts two and two together Bc he’s not fucking dumb

Tommy realizing his dad never cared to even get him diagnosed or treated

and Techno does notice, he does figure it out, but he does either a "hey..." or a "m8 I'll just get you your own if its helpin you focus" and tommy is furious

Tommy's life here is just

'trying to be yelled at HARD MODE'

Just wants to be screamed at, lowkey

I think, Wilbur avoids the tabloids

And the press

And the news

However, his advisors often read him the shit about Tommy - or anything about him

But they never see the pictures

They don’t see the picture of Tommy drunk on a strangers balcony

They don't see how bad it is

Tommy however? LOVES reading what the press has to say about him

Phil sees it however,

And he’s so disappointed

He gives Tommy so many talks but it never works

Because it doesn’t get him to love Tommy, to care about what Tommy does

Not like their mother

And he never makes a scene, not in the way Tommy wants to

It's all about "YOUR RUINING OUR IMAGE"

not: "YOUR RUINING YOUR LIFE"

He never asks if Tommy is ok

He never asks if he’s safe

Tommy's mum however, SO MANY AWKWARD "STAY SAFE" TALKS

He doesn't just fucking jump off shit because of her, he's slightly less reckless so that he can come home alive to her

I just think that Wilbur, no matter how busy, would find time to concerned yell at his baby brother if he were to find out about the pills

Weed and alcohol? Not great but ok.

Pills though?? He is full blown concerned Wilbro there

His brothers care. Their father is busy. He's a jerk sometimes too.

Wilbur does put out the fire a bit

He’s glad Wilbur had his best interest in mind

But man

The news headlines

They do him dirty

Shit like “Prince Tommy Caught Doing Cocaine at Frat Party” really fuck him over

They really just try their best to make him look like shit 95% of the time

Tommy loves it, just a little

Bad press is still press

He laughs at the headline Bc he knows he wasn’t doing cocaine, but Phil doesn’t, wilbur and techno don’t know that

It’s a tense week after that headline is released

His mom doesn’t even know if Tommy would have actually done cocaine

They just don’t know

Kristin asks him

She’s the only one who believes him

I think Wilbur wants to believe him, Techno too

But it’s hard to, especially when you’re not even sure you know your own brother anymore

Wilbur says something along the lines of being disappointed in Tommy, if he thought Tommy was trying to be better

Tommy scoffs and says he is trying, but that it’s real rich of Wilbur to be or entering to care now

This isn’t even the worse headline

One time a blonde kid got picked up from the same party Tommy was at on a stretcher, he had had an allergic reaction

Some shitty journalist saw and automatically assumed it was Tommy

They ran with the story that the prince had fucking overdosed for at least a week

The things they say are close to the truth but not quite

The PR Team tries their best to help but

They don’t even know what’s true or not

Tommy goes on a bender for a week, and walks into their office with coffee and pastries to apologize

They all know that presents mean a rough week of damage control

But Tommy imports them these Bomb ass donuts so

Fair trade really

Also heaven forbid tommy gets seen with a girl

It’s the worst shit

Tommy gets caught, drunk off his ass, pushing a couch out a window

(To be fair the people were moving soon anyways, they didn’t need the couch, it was a going away party)

And the next morning, recalling what he did

He orders up those pastries and calls the coffee place

Swings by to pick up the coffee and picks up the pastries all within the next two hours and delivers them on the third with an apology note

It’s fucking DAMAGE control

Thinking about Tubbo and Ranboo being Tommy’s DDs when they can

They are

When Tommy’s handler isn’t around

Them doing wild shit together but not Wild Shit

Tommy teaches them how to do burnouts and donuts in a fucking lambos in an empty mall parking lot

Ranboo goes everywhere incognito, Tommy practically flaunts his rank, Tubbo is considered a nobody and doesn't have to do anything but show up in casual clothes. He has a uniform for stablework.

Ranboo's parents are approving of his friendship with the fledging prince, as they hope he can wrangle Tommy to regality and he's building positive relations between the two kingdoms.

Phil is disapproving, worried Tommy will taint Ranboo and his rep and cause a tense air between the two kingdoms. Tommy loves Phil's worry, he practically bathes in it, it's the attention he so craves.

Tommy definitely will hold Tubbo's hand when he walks with him, because the headlines all scream Tommy is the gay?? and while he's very incredibly straight, he finds this hysterical.

Ranboo isn't always in Tommy's kingdom and rather spends most of his time at home. He might be second to heir or the crown prince himself, but he does have to spend time in his own country. Tommy face calls him a lot and he and Tubbo are ecstatic when he announces he's going to visit

I imagine he's second to the throne because that means he can focus on building relations instead of training to be king.

Older sibling Fundy, gets chronic illness, and Ranboo has to take over the throne for a bit

One of Tommy's worst stunts was hitching a ride to the Americas/Ranboo's kingdom without telling anyone.

Whether by boat or plane, he was gonna go visit his young king friend no matter what.

I say "young king" but he's still a prince. Just filling in for fundy

But all eyes turn to Ranboo and Ranboo is stumbling with attention he'd never known. Tommy has to help, doesn't he?

He expects such a punishment for stowing away to visit, but the headlines are... positive. Prince Tommy's friendship with Princr Ranboo becomes.... legendary, practically. Tubbo is always excluded from the news, even when he comes with.

Never too fantastical for classism

But no, the headlines see Tommy's visit not as the young, rebellious prince stowing away, but as a young boy risking his skin to visit his stressed friend.

Tommy is appalled.

And Tommy just groans and shows him the phone

And Ranboo laughs and goes

“There there Tommy, I’m sure dragging me to a frat party will be enough to ruin the good press.”

“Maybe get a dui, you’ll have diplomatic immunity so no jail time?”

“Boo, I wouldn’t get jail time even if I wasn’t em-mune, I am simply too poggers.”

“Sure man, let’s go with that.”

Tommy’s like “maybe I need to actually start doing hard drugs”

Ranboos just like “no -“ just “Please god no, your brothers will kill both of us.”

The Boo is terrified of Techno and Wilbur

Not as royals though, simply as Tommy’s older brothers

Like he knows about Tommy’s issues with validation and feeling unloved, he knows his Brothers are often very busy

But he also sees the way they look at Tommy, and the way they look when people talk bad about Tommy

He knows if something were to happen and he was to cause harm to Tommy or cause Tommy to cause harm to himself

It probably wouldn’t end well for him

Wilbur and techno try as hard as they can

But they’re SO busy

That they can’t do much especially when Tommy’s so persistent on doing his shit

Tubbo is great with the horses he tends to, and Tommy adores them. Ranboo is an excellent, regal rider and Tommy and Tubbo are more rough and ballsy, so races are fair and fastpaced.

Ranboo once got bucked by a royal stallion and Tommy and Tubbo never let him live it down.

I imagine Tubbo lives on the property, as some servants do. He either doesn't have a family, has a bad one, or his family doesn't live close to the palace.

So Tommy 10/10 sneaks to the servants' quarters and he and Tubbo sneak out to ride the horses.

I feel like Wilbur makes more of an effort after the pills and cocaine incident, he tries to ask Tommy about the headlines

Purples is Tommy’s friend

Rich family, old money

Throws a lot of the parties Tommy goes to

Purpled and punz :handshake: Tommy

Frat Boys

I think you guys are underestimating the time that Tommy spends at the castle

Like he still has school, and usually 3 days out of the week he follows around his brothers like an endearing little shit

But those 4 days where he’s gone (which includes weekends) plus nights, he’s doing shit

Also, yiu know Pongo right

101 Dalmatians

That’s how Tommy walks Betty and Walter

They are like standing completely proper and walks straight

ah yes, the royal bitches and also betty and walter are there too

the paparazzi taking pictures of Tommy and the dogs

and Tommy turns, taking his sunglasses off, and smiles big and wide "They have names you know? You should stop callin' them 'the royal dogs'."

One of the guys, he's familiar with the prince turns on his camera and asks "what're their names Prince Tommy?"

"Betty and Walter. Give them some respect."

Tommy visits Ranboo sometimes. Ranboo was looking for him one day and just found him standing in a long hall, staring at a portrait.

It's Ranboo, just barely younger, hands folded behind his back, the perfect picture of regality.

Tommy is staring at it because he knows that at home, there is a portrait of Wilbur looking like that, and one of Techno, and one of Phil and Kristen, and one of himself.

But somehow this image of Ranboo is.. haunting

Not because it doesn't match with the Ranboo he knows, but because it does.

It haunts him because he can stare at his portrait for hours and never see himself, but this is so plainly Ranboo that it's chilling.

Ranboo stands beside him, hands folded behind his back as they always are when he is in nice clothes and his eyes are visible. Tommy glances over and Ranboo is facing him, but staring up at the picture. It's still him.

The clothes are different and his hair is longer now, but Tommy can't tell the difference past that.

He knows that Ranboo is what his family wants him to be

He knows that Ranboo is him if he hadn't strayed, the same past

Ranboo knows exactly what’s going through his head right now

And he knows exactly what he needs too

They get fucking piss ass drunk in Ranboo’s room order takeout and FaceTime Tubbo

They can party tomorrow, Tommy doesn’t need to be in public right now

ANywyas

Tommy and his mother have a wonderful relationship

she teaches him literacy and history, they have a tutor teach him maths

they eat breakfast together every morning

the whole family does

but his mum tries to eat lunch with him at least 3 times a week

he goes out for lunch the days he doesn't eat with his brothers or mom, out to some resturant, sometimes, they trash it or party, sometimes he just brings Tubbo, no big group, and they just chill

With Ranboo in line for kingship (the way royalty works is that if the ruler dies, it will always go to the next in line of blood, never by marriage. Even if every heir was dead, it would still not go to the ruler consort but instead to a family member of the late ruler), rep is so much more important

he can't really be seen with Tommy sometimes

not on the bad weeks

not when Tommy just destroyed a bnb or set off fireworks with his friends, or was caught throwing chairs into his friend's pool

Tommy likes sport cars

big car guys

He has an exorbitant amount of fancy cars

its truly like

disgusting

how many cars he owns

Wilbur makes fun of it Bc the kid is just now legally old to drive

But Wilbur has so many expensive instruments

Some of which he doesn’t even know how to play yet

to be fair

Wilbur doesnt go breaking his instraments

Techno, techno has swords, which makes sense Bc he’s a general

But the amount swords he has just hanging on his wall

Never meant to be used

It’s so many

I feel like Tommy has a few cars that he doesn’t even let get scratched tho much

His babies

he has his expensive cars that he wrecks

and then his expensive cars that he treats like gold

They’re named

Clementine is this horrendous orange car that he absolutely loves

Its a bright orange ferrari

(He loves it Bc it was a gift from Phil, one of the first cars in his collection)

(Tommy doesn’t know that the idea was his mother’s, his father didn’t know what to get him)

all of his cars have padding in the back for his dogs

Tommy hates purse dogs, the girls with them are always fake and horrible

but he wishes his dogs were that small

Easy to transport

but they got all gangly limbs like him

and stand up to his hip

Henry is his sleek black classic mustang convertable

its what he drives when he doesn't want to be followed by the papp

It’s what he drives when he takes The BT to lunch

its not that the paparazzi doesn't know its him

they know

but he's not in one of his bright fucking obscene cars

The press and Tommy have a weird sort of understanding

He creates their headlines and they let him have moments to himself

If someone breaches that

They risk getting blacklisted

that car was what he drove to his grandmother's funeral in

im not naming his grandmother, but all royals live like forever

Clementine barely sees the road I think

She’s kept in top condition

By Tommy’s own hands

But she probably doesn’t get driven to the parties

Or the brunches

Or the clubs

She's used pretty much exclusively for black tie events

Tubbo is his driver for those Bc he trusts no one else with the car

And he has to exit her before she’s parked

So Tubbo valets and then meets him inside

It’s also how Tubbo gets into the black tie events

so its modern right

so its like thousand-dollar suits instead of capes

so, Tommy just refuses to wear blazers and suit jackets

he always wears his button-ups rolled to his elbows

Maybe, maybe you’ll get him in a vest

But most of the time it’s a button up, rolled up sleeves, and the tie is most likely incorrect or untied

The only reason it’s correct half the time, is because Wilbur makes him let him tie it

Tommy won't wear the jacket because he prefers to roll his sleeves up - he's able to do anything, party or just like rough housing with his brothers, or helping out the staff

Wilbur won't wear a tie, or a button up most days, opting for a high-end sweater and loads of jewelry; its just much more his style.

Techno won't wear a vest because it restricts the places he can hid weapons, and he almost never keeps his tie tied.

Tommy trying to walk past Wilbur to leave with and untied tie

“Wait! You know you can’t leave like that, come here.”

Tommy’s groans and slumps over but walks over to Wil anyways

“I’m just gonna untie it halfway through the party, you know i will.”

“Well, I’m not letting my little brother walk a red carpet with an untied tie, you know I won’t”

The second half said in a mocking tone of voice, very clearly mimicking Tommy’s whining

It’s a soft moment, they stand there together, brothers

And as Wilbur’s pat the finished tie, they make eye contact and both of them have undeniably fond looks on their faces, damn they’re brothers n shit

“Thanks Wil.”

It’s quiet, it’s soft, it’s Tommy

“Of course.”

Just as soft, just as quiet, wholly Wilbur

Wilbur clears his throat breaking the soft atmosphere of the room

“Now go, you gremlin. Don’t be late”

Wilbur ruffles Tommy’s hair, careful not to mess it up too much

Tommy rolls his eyes And quickly heads for the door “Bye Wil! Love you! Don’t wait up!” Wilbur quickly yells after him

“Love you too! Don’t do anything stupid!”

“Oh Wil you know I can’t promise that!” Wilbur just rolls his eyes and returns to his book

Yeah Tommy stays away from tobacco I think

Just weed

and I wouldn't be surprised if like hits peoples vapes sometimes, but doesn't smoke cigs

for sure, its stressful

Wilbur smokes cigarettes though

and he can't act out like Tommy can

and Phil loves him..

Techno and Wilbur watching Tommy rebel in the ways they never got to

They feel kinda sad, that they never got to be kids like that, sad that Tommy feels like he has to act out for attention

he gets to do shit

like he gets to be a real teen

the whole, dumb rich 17 year old experience

like yachts, and expensive hotel rooms, and sport cars

And sure they probably wouldn’t have been going to frat parties or crashing brunch places, but they see him with BT

See him have actual friends

And they’re happy for him

But it hurts a bit

And Tommy's hurting too

It's a lot

but its like

even if Phil wasn't shit

its a lot of attention

like everyone is watching them at all times

Techno and Wilbur have to stay refined in the eyes of the press

Tommy gets to put on a show for them

Yeah yeah

Do you know how much a drunk picture of Prince Tommy is worth?

Too much

Some random guy on his first paparazzi job, gets a pic of Tommy, shirt mostly unbuttoned, tie tied around his head, drinking out of a beer bottle, and flipping off the camera while stumbling out of the most expensive hotel in the UK

The guy never has to work again

Purpled son of some billionaire, and Ranboo a literal prince is with him

They are both laughing at him

Tommy swung on a chandelier that night

A picture of that ends up online, some socialites Twitter

The amount of people in her dms for that picture?

Ludicrous

Like just the random pictures from Snapchat stories

Magazines pay thousands

Yeah the amount of double takes people have done going through their friends Snapchat stories like

Just tapping through

“WAIT WAS THAT PRINCE THOMAS????”

So, Dessert Drinks

It’s alcoholic beverages that have like chocolate or gram crackers or maybe candy in them

That are meant to taste like a dessert

So there’s chocolate cake margaritas, or like s’mores drinks

They’re Tommy’s favorite things in the world

Everyone thinks that he’d like the like strong, burning, whiskey esk stuff

But no

He wants the sweetest thing you got

Like he’ll drink straught vodka, but not if he doesn’t have too y’know?

He also like wine strangely enough

The like really expensive wine

Bc it reminds him of Wil

They have it down in the cellar

Techno is the whiskey dude

Or like 1942

Which is just a really bougie tequila

He just likes the shit that burns

Tubbo will drink literally anything

He’ll eat anything too

It definitely comes from the spot that he didn’t have that many choices like Tommy, but he genuinely just likes anything

Which is why Tommy really likes to treat him out to fancy fucking restaurants

One of Tommy’s favorite past times is spoiling his loved one

Fucking loves giving presents n shit

It's his love language

Ranboo doesn’t pay for anything when he’s visiting

Tommy insists on paying

Tommy has millions from the throne, he will use it

Plus he uses his daddy’s card so like, Phil can afford to spend the money

Oh he has one of those black cards doesn’t he

And by he I mean Phil

But you know, Daddy’s card

Black amex all the way

Boujie motherfuckers

Tommy's drunk like persona is different depending on the environment

When its Wilbur and Techno having to deal with Drunk Tommy

He’s like an excitable puppy, he would switch from rowdy to sappy real quick for his brothers

So they’re trying to get a drunk Tommy to bed but Tommy’s 100% clinging to them

Just full of affection

Techno tries to leave to go study and drunk Tommy just looks so fucking sad

Kicked puppy

He’s very much turning on the little brother charm, full scale pouting, whining, nicknames and all

making grabby hands, sitting on thr ground, fluffed up hair, shirt all wrinkled

"Fucking - fine. What are you gonna do without me, hm?"

He’s a god damned puppy and it’s hard to believe this is the same kid who got in a bar fight last week

he hangs off the chandeliers of boogie hotels

he also trashes his friend's rentals

on the other hand, he hugs his brothers

and steals Wilbur's crown

when he wears Will's crown it goes over his eyes

Still does after all these years

He’s grown but Wils head is simply too big

Tommy has his own crown of course

he just doesn't wear it as often as Wilbru does

Wilbur wears his all of the time

Tommy wears his when

A. he's drunk and with friends

B. at formal or royal events

he likes wearing it when he's partying

still thinking about drunk Tommy and his brothers having to deal with him

He makes techno give him a piggy back ride

He can walk fine, he just wants a piggy back ride man

Can you blame him?

They all really miss being little

They miss being able to be kids n shit

when their mother took care of them

and their father did all the king shit

And when Techno would give Tommy piggyback rides in the garden

When Wilbur had all the time in the world to learn how to play guitar

Even if it comes from Tommy getting drunk off his ass they’re glad they can still find the childish joy that they once had y’know?

Techno gives Tommy a piggy back ride to his room, and Tommy steals Wilbur’s crown and they talk and it’s nice

And as everything winds down Wilbur plays his guitar

And it’s so similar to when they were younger man

...

but then,,, Wilbur gets called down for an emergency meeting

and Techno has to make sure the guards are doing their rounds

and Tommy's left all alone in The Prince's Chambers

and people wonder why Tommy likes partying

fills the time, doesn't it?

He wakes up cold and alone and hungover

And he calls Tubbo and they just fucking day drink man

It’s a bad two days

Yeha but basically after this night he and Tubbo get fucking drunk as hell and they don’t come back to the castle for two days

And Tommy is barely sober during those two days

After those type of days happen Tommy always goes completely straightedge for a week

He doenst need to develop an addiction y’know?

Plus the chaos doesn’t have to happen drunk

He’s pretty irrational sober anywyas

half of the parties he's at he's not even drunk

sometimes he'll get high

but he just likes the adrenaline

and just hanging and being fucking assholes with his mates

POV you are an emotionally wrecked prince who is hanging onto this present as proof that your dad knows who you are at least in the slightest and you find out it’s not actually a gift from him but something your mother told him to get you

He didn’t even think twice just called the dealership and asked for the car, didn’t even know which one it was

mmmmm Tommy wrecks Clem that night

It’s not a good night for anyone

Got drunk as hell man

No dd

Car crash

I don’t think Clem is totaled

And Tommy is ok

But she’s scratched and dented and it’s just a representation of how Tommy feels

Something about Clementine being symbolic of hope and the idea that his father knew him

And with that crashing down

Clementine was bound to crash too

Tommy gets out with some bruises and Clementine can be fixed

But it happens on a public street so it’s everywhere

Tommy wrecks Clem

Then fucking goes on a bender

just destroys shit

parties so he doesn't think about it

and then he fucking crashes

Wilbur and Techno and Kristin all know what the car meant to him, what it symbolized to him

So when there’s a headline and a picture of Tommy staring at a wrecked Clem, they don’t know how to feel

maybe he mentioned something about upgrading Clem to Phil, or offhandedly at family dinner

And Phil asks something like “Right and when did you get this one?” Very rudely y’know

And Tommy’s like, it’s the one you got me for my birthday last year, and Phil just says something about how he has to be more specific because he doesn’t even know which one that is

And Tommy feels everything crumble around him and he just tensely says, “never mind...” and goes back to his food

The other three watch the whole exchange like, “fuuuuuuuuuck”

And then as soon as dinners over Tommy’s out the door man

He’s gone

he doesn't take the dogs, which means he's causing damage

He doenst even take Tubbo

they can hear the handler hand Tommy the keys

Tubbo comes to Wil to ask if he knew where Tommy was and that’s when they realize Tommy’s going out to cause real damage

And Tommy’s phone is turned off

They can’t contact him

Tommy gets handcuffed

he won't get arrested, but he'll get brought back in a police car

he fucking like crashed into a poll on purpose

like it was less on purpose and more like he definitely wasn’t not trying to hit something

And then they fucking breathalyzer him and he’s drunk as balls

Straight vodka type night

there's a bottle in the cupholder

He gets out when he wrecks and you just see him dead eyed staring at the scratches on her hood

The dent in her door

The cracks in the windshield

And he just takes a swig of the bottle

He lets the police take the bottle and handcuff him, taking him back to the palace

Clem is towed back too

He doenst care man

this is bigger than party to distract Bc it’s all he’s thinking about even drunk n shit

So I feel like he’s absolutely crushed

he spends like a week or two in a depressive episode won't leave his room, won't talk to his dad

and then he asks his mom "why didn't you tell me?"

and she just purses her lips and and shakes her head

and he's out

he needs to leave

he doesn't need her pity

and he just goes to Purp's and parties

because he just wants to have fun for one night before he learns that everything is a lie

His brothers are there as much as he lets them be

Tubbo too

Ranboo would try to make it over after seeing the headlines

he gets on a jet

and goes as soon as he sees the news

cause Clem was Tommy's baby

He loved that fucking car man

And then

Boom

One dinner is all it took to ruin everything

Phil's just left like "what'd I do?"

Techno is straight faced

Wilbur rolls his eyes at Phil

And Kristin just looks stressed

She’s still staring the the door Tommy all but ran out of

none of them finish dinner, Kristin waves the butlers over to clear the plates

They don’t, and Phil is just so confused and frustrated and he doesn’t know what happened

Top 10 Prince Tommy Headlines: 10. Mourning or Disrespectful: Prince Thomas caught smoking outside grandmother's funeral 9. New Connections? Prince Thomas and Prince Ranboo seen outside Palace walking Royal Dogs 8. Protective Older Brother; Crown Prince William shielding Prince Thomas from cameras while walking down London streets 7. When Will He Stop? Prince Thomas continues his week-long bender 6. Another Frat Party: Prince Thomas found stumbling drunk after rowdy night at The Ritz London 5. Boy Crazy? Prince Thomas and Mystery Boy seen dancing at Crown Prince William's Birthday Ball 4. Is Prince Thomas's Rampage Over? The Prince seen hungover, nursing a coffee at London Branch Costa Coffee 3. Time to stop; Prince Thomas caught doing cocaine at socialites party 2. A good friend - Prince Thomas flew to the United States to help Prince Ranboo with new responsibilities

1. When is enough, enough? Prince Thomas crashes after driving drunk, arrested.

10 Tommy doesn’t smoke cigs so mans was just getting high at his grandmas funeral

he was real close with his granny, it was a sad day

It was because his father said something like “oh, I didn’t know you were coming Tommy”

It was his fucking grandmother Phil

Tommy just puts his sun glasses on, and sits as far away as he can

Number 5, the boy is Tubbo, Tubbo thinks it’s fucking hilarious, Tommy is pissed

Some of those headlines seem like they’re from the car month

Obviously number one is

But then the bender headline

Then the coffee one

And then the Wilbur one

They seem like a series of events

big month for the press

Tommys hungover and he calls Wil asking for him to pick him up

And Wilbur drops everything Bc he’s just glad Tommy’s coming back home

wilbur fucking glares at the cameras

Tommy's used to it

And then the press tries to mob them and Wilbur Almost breaks decorum

Like almost fucking yells at someone who gets too close

and Wilbur never does that

he's so in-line

he never breaks the rules

but goddamn if they take one step closer -

He’s been especially stressed, and all he wants is to get his baby brother home man

He’s been smoking a lot more since the wreck

He just wishes he could make everything better

Tommy relishes in talking to the press

Wilbur will clart someone who gets to close to his baby brother

The press who’s never seen Wilbur as anything other than composed and charming suddenly being faced with a very angry older brother who smells slightly like cigarette smoke

Wilbur in the Pogtopia coat but it’s some designer piece that’s expensive as hell

It’s his smoking coat

And it’s what he picks Tommy up in

So he smells like smoke

And not the tasteful cologne he usually wears in public

just like a dark overcoat

really expensive wool

Wilbur using it to cover them from the cameras

when they were younger, like 16 and 12, Wilbur would hide Tommy

like no one got a picture of Tommy until he was 14 or 15

Kristin really hid the boys when they were kids too

Tommy trying to peak out and make faces at the camera

it was illegal to get pictures of them younger than 10

like immediate blacklist

And also maybe some legal issues

Wilbur pulls Tommy's hood up over Tommy's head

And it’s very older brother of him too, he pulls it over to protect his face but then cinches the strings to be a little shit

Those Wilbur and Tommy brother moments comps exists in the universe too

But it’s just shit like that

Tommy has a great support system

He really does

His brothers love him

His mom loves him

He has two amazing friends and a bunch of other great friends as well

And sometimes he feels like a brat for throwing all these fits over his dad y’know?

Wilbur always tries to like, keep an arm around him when they're doing red carpets

And keeps Tommy sitting next to him at Royal events

but also like, steals food off his plate

and ruffles his hair

Tommy whispers the fucking worst jokes about the dignitaries and nobles and Wilbur has to keep a straight face

god thats tommys favorite thing to do

he tries so hard to get Wilbur to laugh and lose his shit

The fucking big boobs bit

But it’s Tommy whispering it to Wilbur completely out of context and randomly at a gala

ALSO

THE WHOLE EXTENDED FAMILY BULLSHIT

TOMMY HATES IT

LIKE WHO THE FUCK IS THIS LIKE AUNT TO HIM?

HE DOESNT KNOW HER

But Royal Families are always big on that shiit

They try to hug him n shit

And Tommy depending on how Brave n shit he’s feeling (how fed up he is) will either politely excuse himself or straight up say no and step back with a glare

he's honestly uncomfortable around the strangers

who say they're family

like he's too sober for this

He needs a god damned drink

But he’s in a vest and a nice tie and his crown is sat proper on his head

And he can’t have a drink

god he's like a little doll, he plays by Phil's rules

the crown comes on and he's the proper prince

He fucking hates it

he sips on Wilbur's wine, and does the whole "tequila for water" thing sometimes

Flask in his sleeve

Techno catches him with the flask once and is just impressed

god is that a look on Techno's face

He sees Tommy slip it from his sleeve and somehow sleight off hand take a drink

And it’s just a raised eyebrow and a head nod that says

Good for you

Bc techno also needs a drink during these events

Sometimes Tommy will spike his and Techno's drinks

as Wilbur regally sips on wine

Wilbur fucking also secretly wishing he had a flask during the drier events

Wine drink just isn’t enough sometimes

Wilbur puts on his best face

and pretends he wants to be there

and gives out a warm smile, and raises a glass

god he fucking hates it sometimes

and sometimes he loves it

but man, does he hate it sometimes

Tommy complains and Phil makes a passive aggressive comment about how

“Oh but don’t you love parties Tommy.”

Wilbur sits between them

The table goes

Techno Kristin Phil Wilbur Tommy

Tommy just sneaks another sip of the flask

he doesn't have time to deal with his dads shit

Slumps back in the seat

He probably wouldn’t even try to hide it after that

Not like Phil is actually looking at him

He can let the press have it

He doenst care

just like leaves the flask next to him

under teh table

and jsut takes large swigs from it

Tommy maybe having a group of his friends crash one of the stuffy events

Not an important one

So fucking dedication ceremony to some inane building

He just invites a wild group of socialites

It’s nice

It’s not as wild as a normal Tommy Innit party

But it’s not a stuffy fucking boring ass royal meeting

they just bring some fucking whiskey into the back room and chat shit

Tommy fucking has a group of friends crash this gathering

It’s not wild

But it’s not stuffy

It’s nice

Tommy even drags Wilbur back for at least a little

and that takes a whole lot of work

It really does, Wilbur isn’t even a little tipsy off the wine, and Phil been by him the whole time and it’s just been hell, he can’t get wiobur away from the “socializing” hes doing

but when Wilbur is a bit tipsy he just becomes more charasmatic

truly a king

Less someone putting on a mask for their father

A little bit more authentic

he's a natural, sipping wine with one hand, and shaking hands with the other, crown propped beautifully on his head, million dollar suits hanging off his frame

It’s nice to see his brother in his element

its a bit sad

but its nice

A little yeah, Wilbur’s

Wilbur’s leaving him, not really but

Wilbur being king is-

It’s going to be hard

Different

More than it is already

Wilbur will always love him

But eventually he’ll be too busy for Tommy

Just like Phil is

And it hurts

But that thought is what makes Tommy take a drink of his flask and drag Wilbur to the back room

Wilbur doesn’t have to forget him yet

Tommy looks real regal too

Wilbur wishes that Tommy could see what he sees

But he knows that Tommy’s self worth issues would take more than a nice hug and some warm words to fix

Tommy looks regal, and the gold crown really fits with the whole golden boy aesthetic

and he laughs, and makes conversation with everyome

and everyone eases up around him

Wilbur wishes that Tommy saw what he sees

also

Tommy and Ranboo's texts have been leaked once

Wow so many dog pictures dude

but also

:sparkles:state secrets:sparkles:

That was hell to clean up

it fucking was

it used petnames (which the public is never supposed to know about the nickanmes of royals fun fact)

and said shit about Phil

and detailed Fundy's illness which isn't public

and talked about meetings that Wilbur forced Tommy to attend

Tommy was terrified

Ranboo too

He was so scared someone would be angry at him for it

He doesn’t think he could handle be yelled at for this thing that wasn’t even his fault

like of course he could've not said it over text

but one of his best friends lives an ocean away

and his life is just all about secrets

dont make this something too

:sparkles: hackers :sparkles:

if someone god a hold of Tommy's IP, or Phone, or Phone number

dms

they could be using instagram, twitter, or snapchat to have some of these converstaions

dms can get leaked real easily

Mmmm you ever think about Crime Bous

Because all I can think about is when Wilbur does get out of the house, and just like every event they go to

Tommy isn’t a fucking party boy then, he’s just Prince Thomas, Crown Prince William’s baby brother

And they always get photographed and shit

But they have a great time

They’re always smiling when they’re together

Sans Wilbur being a really protective older brother, and when their grandmother died

It’s nice to just go get lunch together at that one specific cafe they’ve been going to for years

Or just walk the dogs together

Just hang out and be brothers

They sit at the same table every time, and Tommy has gotten a Raspberry Lemonade since he was 8

When they walk the dogs, Wilbur holds Walter and Tommy holds Betty

Sunglasses on, big wool overcoats, and pants that were sewn just for them

And they’re seen walking out on the streets during big events a lot too

To like take a breather

Tommy has made a habit of allowing the press to ask him questions whenever they find him

Wilbur on the other hand always knows exactly what to say to press that come up to them

He always shoos them off with a polite “we won’t be answering any question right now thank you” and a blinding smile

And Tommy’s making a face at the press from over his shoulder

Either like sticking his tongue out or making some sort of face at Wilbur

As he gets older, he stops doing it as much because it gets a bit tiring, everything is tiring

But he does it every once in a while, usually a sharp grin over Wilbur’s shoulder accompanied by a middle finger

when like press sees that Wilbur smokes like a lot

big thin

and I feel like Wilbur would straight up be like "its not a big deal, its completely legal"

and hes like smoking 8 cigs a day, but its fine

He doesn’t have an issue

It’s just a little stress relief

King at 21 is a lot to handle

and maybe the stress is so much that it becomes a problem

but hey its his relief

its legal

he's fine

That’s Wilbur’s mantra most of the time

he falls asleep in Tommys bed a lot, waiting for the teen to come home

wilbur does

he finishes a pack, and sighs, rubbing his eyes

The empire is on the brink of war, it always is

He looks in Tommy's room, its empty

And he sits on the bed, waiting

10 minutes later he's asleep

The sheets don’t smell like Wilbur, and Wil thinks that’s what makes it’s so comforting

They don’t stink of nicotine or Wilbur cologne

The smell like Tommy

and while that smell like expensive booze, and coconut shampoo

its perfect

and the dogs are in Tommy's room too

he's a little less alone

Betty is the cuddler

She’ll come up and sleep next to Wil

but she wont do it to just anyone

its a bond, its trust

its the fact that Tommy likes Wilbur

she growls at Phil

she nudges at Kristin, LOVES kristin

anyways

its lonely and sad

because Tommy usually doesnt come back

Tommy snakes back in early in the morning and tucks Wilbur in

Though most times Wilbur falls asleep in Tommys bed

Uncovered

Completely dressed

He’s lucky bettys fur is sleek otherwise his very expensive clothes would be covered

I think Wilbur more often then not will wake up with Tommy in his arms, and that makes him very happy

like, Tommy comes it at 5am, and just snuggles next to Wilbur

It’s makes Tommy sad to know his brother is waiting up for him to never come

But at the same time he’s always so happy to see him when he gets home

I imagine sometimes butlers come to get Wilbur for work, and Tommy makes them leave so that Wilbur can sleep in "Hello your highness, we came to fetch King Wilbur for his morning briefing" "He's sleeping." "Well, I can see that Your Highness -" "So let him sleep." "Prince Thomas -" "Let. Him. Sleep. Okay?" "Yes, Your Highness."

I've decided that Tommy is the big spoon

in these vulranable moments, when Wilbur is weak, Tommy kind of holds him

like obviously there are a lot of tims, where Wilbur wants to hold his baby brother

however, Tommy kind of holds Wilbur, like wraps himself around Wilbur, and puts Wilbur's head in the crook of his neck

this happens when Tommy comes home to find Wilbur in his bed

either this, or Tommy curls into a ball and rests his head against wilburs chest

Tommy has daddy issues

Wilbur has the weiht of the world

Techno has ptsd

Phil: fuck you my kids are completely fine!

Wilbur’s nicotine addiction

Tommys abandonment issues

Technos fucking PTSD

Once, when the empires war was getting really, really bad, and Wilbur had to decide life or death shit

He smoked a whole pack in a day

And then just kept going

His hands wouldn’t stop shaking

why wouldn't they stop fucking shaking

Tommy stopped partying that week, he isn’t ignorant, nor a fucking dick

He was Wilbur’s right hand for as long as he needed him

Despite how badly he wanted to party until he could see straight

His brother needed him

His king needed him

And he will gladly serve Wilbur as long as he would have him

He stood right behind Wilbur

Every decision

He was right behind him

Even if it meant constant decorum and constant royal dress, Tommy was there

And that was a grounding fact

If Tommy hadn’t been there Wilbur thinks he may have lost it that week

Sometimes the only thing that kept Wilbur’s hands from shaking terribly was holding Tommy’s hands

When the advisors and court had left

Tommy would take Wilbur hands and make him do breathing exercises

Wilbur wasn’t allowed to look anywhere other than Tommy’s eyes

They would get through this

Together

They would, Tommy would make sure of it

Tommy in the room also made everyone a bit nervous and loosen up around Wilbur though

Because sometimes they act like they can boss Will around

And Tommy is stone faced, and has the media wrapped around his finger

The court knows that all it would take is one “scandalous statement” from Prince Thomas to end their careers

Wilbur could fire them, but he’s stressed

Any other day, he’s a fucking FORCE to recon with

But Tommy? He’s here to ensure the best or their careers would end

And you know that Tommy has at least 3 sources in the biggest news outlets in the empire

He could get ANYTHING out there

Wilbur’s throne is the biggest in the middle

Two thrones smaller aside him

Within the like office / study / planning room

Tommy's hasn't been used until just then

Tommy finds it quite uncomfy

But he can deal

Also Tommy drops the nicknames for the week or so

No “Big Man”

It was “Will” and “William”

Your Majesty at one or two points

But that felt a little too formal for both of them

Too alienating

Tommy learned a whole fucking lot of fucking politics that week

Not that he didnt listen in his lessons it’s just that

Well

He can’t not listen if he’s not there

It’s different IRL too

Seeing all the decisions

It’s terrifying

And he’s exhausted

Dressing nicely and talking for 12 hours a day about politics

And life / death decisions

So many cuddles dude

Just permanently cuddling if they’re not presently working or “coping”

And I think

That although Wilbur is the one who’s going through it

When they cuddle, Wilbur likes to hold Tommy

Just in the sense that Tommy’s here and safe

In the midst of all the death around Wilbur

He needs to know that his person, his kid is alright

Plus having this one thing this one routine helps him feel a little on control during this out of hand time

:sparkles: Prince Tommy PR leak :sparkles:

I talked about how Tommy was close to his grandmother

and how he was smoking outside of her funeral

maybe it was during that time in his life

really dark place in his mind

smoked and drank every day

Wilbur smoked a lot during that time yet

they probably drank together a few times

like straight up vodka

Just they’re so young and so tired

and so its like, pictures of Wilbur and Tommy (and just Tommy) drinking in the parlor, and in the like, bar area of their private living area, dark eye bags, red eyes, just straight from the bottle

Both of their ties were undone, no jackets, sleeves rolled up to their elbows, Wilbur's top 3 buttons are undone, they're both like manspreading

like they're just at their lowest, particularly Tommy, but Wilbur was having an adjacent bad time

Tommy's hair is a fuckin' mess

HOWEVER, they're both still clean shaven, neither of their shorts or trousers are wrinkled or stained

They may be going through it, but the royal image waits for no one

How does the castle react? Immediate lock down.

Interrogations or some shit

none of the princes are allowed to leave

they have to do clean up

they write scripts essentially for Tommy and Wilbur to adress the press

they need to send out a memo that they don't agree with underage drinking

its all structured, scripted, and written by advisors (and their father)

major damage control

which is just not what Tommy needs right now, because he's like trying to work through his grief

and Wilbur has a fucking fight with his father about that

Phil does not care

They fucked up

Someone else fucked up

And now they’re going to be big boys and fix it Like Phil's going to Tommy's room to get him to look over what his quick press tour and Wilbur jsut stops him in front of the door "He's fucking grieving - Let him have a moment will you? Don't you know how close he was with Gran?" "You messed up. He messed up. Now you're gonna be big boys and fix it." “You’re horrible sometimes you know that?” “I am your father” “Then act like it, your majesty”

meanwhile Tommy: in bed, hasn't slept, major depressive spiral, cuddling Betty, Walter standing guard at his door, holding onto a blanket that his grandmother gave him

just - can't even cry anymore

just empty

Literally just despondent

Staring at the ceiling as Betty noses his face

like good luck getting to get up, let alone read shit

He hasn’t showered in days

He is very much not presentable

like it's only been a week or two since his grandmother's death

and he still is processing

He is no where near done grieving

#tommyinnit #wilbursoot #wilbur soot #philza minecraft #philza #technoblade #tubbo #ranboo #SBI #sleepy bois inc #sleepyboisinc #LILLYS NEW AU #THE KING THE WARRIOR AND THE PRINCE #long post

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Arranged Marriage

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Parkinson!Reader

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Warnings: Nothing I think?

Y/N: Your Name

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I had a free period and like most I spent it in the Great Hall reading a book. My slightly older sister was sitting with her friends at the other end of the table. They all hated me since I was the complete opposite of Pansy. She was mean, loud, had to be the center of attention, dramatic, and wasn’t incredibly bright. Despite all that I still loved her, even if I was one of her victims. The two of us only shared one thing, our crush on Draco Malfoy. Although she never knew about that and I would never tell her.

I was enjoying my book when a letter landed in front of me. I closed my book and glanced at it confused. My family’s owl sat on the table in front of me. I picked up the letter with my family’s crest stamped in emerald green wax and opened it.

‘Y/N,

Your Mother and I decided to arrange a marriage for you. We are concerned that if you make a decision like this on your own, you will make the wrong decision. It is no secret that we are disappointed in your association choices. Because of that, you are going to marry Draco Malfoy. Next time you return home, you will be engaged. Once you both graduate you will be married and produce heirs for both our households. This is to ensure the blood-line.

~Philip’

I stared at the letter with wide eyes. I glanced over at Draco, who was reading a letter of his own. I turned my attention back to my book and decided to ignore the letter until I returned home.

“What’s in the letter Drakie?” Pansy asked and I rolled my eyes at her horrid nickname for him.

“Nothing, just Father informing me of a dinner party we’ll be having next time I return home.” He answered her. I was surprised he didn’t tell her, or maybe his family didn’t tell him his fate yet…

Later that night, after all classes and dinner had been finished, I was sitting in the corner of the common room working on homework. It was really just me in here, besides a few first years. However, when the door opened and Draco walked in everyone’s eyes were on him.

“Everyone out.” He said and all the first years scurried off to who knows where. I simply stayed in my place, ignoring his command.

“Parkinson.” He said and I glanced up to find him standing in front of me now.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“I’m sure you got a letter telling you about our situations as well.” He said and I simply nodded. So he did just choose not to tell my sister. Interesting…

“You better not tell anyone about this.” He said and I looked back down at my homework.

“I wasn’t planning on it.” I said, simply.

“Because if you do- wait, what?” He asked, cutting himself off.

“I said I wasn’t planning on it. My Father didn’t tell my sister for a reason and honestly I’d rather her not know until it’s too late. I don’t need her bullying to get any worse, or yours for that matter. So, we can just pretend it isn’t happening until the dinner, then we’ll figure it out from there. I wouldn’t want to stain your reputation you’ve worked so hard to preserve.” I said, not even sparing him a glance. I wanted him to know I didn’t care, even though I was a bit excited to be marrying him.

“Um, right. Well then, till the dinner.” He said and left me to be.

The months leading up to the dinner felt like nothing had changed. I suppose nothing has changed yet. Draco was still a bully along with his friends and I was their helpless victim. My sister still clung to Draco any chance and he was still annoyed by her actions. A very small part of me wanted to rub it in her face that I was the one to be marrying him, but I wasn’t that type of person. When it was finally time to return home for a short time, I spent the whole train ride thinking about the dinner to come. When everyone stepped off the train, Pansy hugged Draco goodbye and then she made her way over to our parents.

“Girls! How has school been?” Mother asked with a smile.

“It’s been alright, that Potter boy is incredibly annoying. Just because he ‘survived’ the Dark Lord’s attack he’s special? He was a bloody baby.” Pansy said, rolling her eyes.

“He doesn’t want the fame.” I said.

“You would know, traitor!” She hissed.

“Enough girls!” Father said and I bowed my head.

“Sorry Father…” I said, even though I never truly did anything wrong I always felt like I needed to apologize constantly.

“There will be no fighting while you are home, is that understood?” He said.

“Yes Father.” We said in unison.

“Good, now let’s go home.” He said.

A few days had gone by and my parents hadn’t mentioned anything about the dinner to me. I was sitting in the den reading, while my Mother was having a cup of tea and my Father was reading the paper.

“Pansy, come down here please!” Father called her.

“Yes?” She asked, walking into the room.

“Aunt Paisley wanted to take you shopping tonight, would you like to go?” He asked.

“Is Y/N coming?” She asked.

“No, just you.” He answered and her eyes lit up.

“Really? Just me and Auntie?” She asked and Father nodded.

“Oh yes! I’d love to go!” She said and rushed upstairs to get ready.

“Hurry dear! Your Aunt is already waiting for you!” Mother called.

“I’ll be finished in a moment!” She called back. Sure enough after ten minus she was back downstairs, dressed to go out. It was the fastest I’ve ever seen her get ready.

“Right, take some floo powder and go to her house, she’s waiting for you there.” Father said and she nodded.

“She said you can stay the night if you’d like.” Mother mentioned.

“Oh yes please!” Pansy said, happily. She gave me a nasty smirk before taking some powder and saying our Aunt’s house. Off she went to have a nice night out with our Aunt.

“Now, you go upstairs and get ready, your Mother picked out a dress for you to wear tonight.” Father said and I looked at my parents confused.

“Ready for what?” I asked.

“The dinner, we’re going to Malfoy Manor.” He answered and I was even more confused.

“Why isn’t Pansy coming?” I asked.

“Because, as much as we love your sister, we don’t want to hear her complain about your engagement for the rest of our lives. So she’ll find out when we’ve already planned the wedding and you two are getting married.” He answered and I couldn’t hold back my smile.

“You’re lucky Draco didn’t tell her when he got his letter.” I said, placing my book on the table and went off to my room. Laying on my bed was a simple emerald green dress, with a slit down the side, and silver accents on both wrists. There were a pair of simple silver heels to match. I smiled at the outfit, it was really quite beautiful. Once I was dressed I did a simple spell to get my hair and makeup perfect.

I walked downstairs and my parents were both ready to go. My Mother offered me her hand which I accepted and the three of us apparated to Malfoy Manor. The sky was already starting to darken, but the sun still peaked out, giving the sky a beautiful painting of pinks, purples, oranges, and yellows. We walked up the steps and my Father knocked on the door. A house-elf answered and I smiled, earring a glare from my Father. I bowed my head, he never liked how well I treated them. He always said those creatures deserve no kindness. I thought differently, house-elves deserved plenty of kindness, after all they’re very helpful. I always snuck into the kitchen at night and had lovely conversations with our house-elves, being careful not to catch the attention of anyone else in the house.

“Mr. Parkinson, Mrs. Parkinson, Miss. Parkinson, please come in.” The little house-elf said.

“Wolkey will inform Master of your arrival.” He said and left to get the Malfoys.

“Ah, Philip, Oliva, Y/N, so glad you could make it.” Lucius said while shaking my Father’s hand.

“What a lovely dress Y/N, don’t you think so Draco.” Narcissa said, gently nudging her son.

“Yes, it’s a very lovely color on you.” He smiled, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes.

“Thank you.” I smiled.

The dinner was normal, our parents discussing business relations while Draco and I simply ate. It wasn’t until dinner was cleared and dessert was being served that the atmosphere changed.

“I believe Draco has something to ask you Y/N.” Narcissa said with a smile. Draco cleared his throat and walked over to me on the other side of the table. He gently grabbed my hand and kept his other in his pocket.

“Y/N, we’ve known each other since we were children and you’ve always been such a beauty. We’ve been friends for a while, but now I feel we should be more. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?” He asked. I could tell they weren’t his words, but they still made my heart flutter. Everyone looked at me expectantly, like I could say anything other than yes.

“Yes Draco, I’d love to.” I smiled. Draco smiled and took out a sliver snake ring with a small emerald, the Malfoy family crest engraved on the bottom.

Draco took my hand and placed the ring on my finger.

“Draco, why don’t you take Y/N into the garden, I’m sure she’ll love it.” Narcissa said and Draco nodded. He gently helped me up and led me outside to the porch, looking over the garden.

“That was all my Mother.” He stated as soon as we were away from our families.

“I know.” I smiled at him and he looked at me confused.

“How can you smile in a moment like this? You’re being forced into a marriage.” He asked confused.

“I can tell you Mother picked out all the flowers.” I said, changing the subject. Before he could say anything I walked down the steps into the garden.

“Hey! Wait!” He said and followed after me.

“Will you answer my question?” He said, slightly annoyed.

“Have you ever looked around here and really took notice of the beauty in your backyard?” I asked.

“I’ve looked around here plenty if that’s what you’re asking.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“Oh look, you have some wilting flowers.” I frowned. I kneeled down and cupped the flowers gently.

“What are you doing? You’ll get your dress dirty.” He said, but I ignored him.

“Herbivicus” I whispered and the flowers grew to their original form. I stood up and smiled, glancing at Draco who had a shocked expression on his face.

“Where did you learn that?” He asked.

“A book I read.” I answered.

“You learned that just from a book?” He asked.

“Yes, I have an eidetic memory. I remember everything I’ve read or what people have said to me.” I answered and looked down at my dress. There were some dirt spots, my parents would be upset with me.

“Scourgify” I said and my dress was good as new.

“The reason I can smile about our situation is because I’ll be making my parents proud for the first time since they’ve heard I’m friends with people they call traitors. I love my family, even my sister, shocking as that is, family is important to me and I’d like to make them proud of me. So if marrying you is what it takes then so be it. Perhaps we could even fall in love with each other, or even just be friends.” I finally answered his question.

“You really are quite strange, aren’t you?” He said after a moment.

“I just think on the positive side.” I smiled at him.

“We can’t tell my sister until the very last minute, by the way, my parents don’t want to hear her complaints.” I mentioned and he gave a light chuckle.

“I suppose even they don’t enjoy her company.” He said and I shook my head.

“They love her, but yes, sometimes they don’t enjoy her complaining.” I answered.

“How are you going to explain the ring?” He asked.

“A surprise gift from my Aunt, that’s where Pansy is right now.” I answered and he gave another light chuckle.

“Smart.” He said.

“What if she tries to take it from you?” He asked.

“You know my sister well.” I giggled.

“My Father is going to spell the ring so only you or I can take it off. And if I need to take it off for whatever reason I have a spelled jewelry box, she’ll need my voice, DNA, and wand to get it open.” I answered with a smirk.

“Very smart.” He said, slightly shocked.

“I like to take caution when it comes to my sister. It’s a very beautiful ring, thank you.” I smiled.

“It’s tradition that the Malfoy proposing makes a special ring with the crest engraved on it. My Mother had it made, but asked for my opinion before it was finished.” He said and I smiled at him.

“Still think this is a bad thing?” I asked.

“Suppose there could be worse people to be forced to marry…” He said.

“I’ll take that as a complement.” I said and stared down at the ring that fit perfectly on my finger. This was really happening. I was going to marry Draco Malfoy.

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Fate and Phantasms #236

Today on Fate and Phantasms we're getting dragged back to Prisma Illya to create another magical girl! This time we're making Sapphire and her companion Miyu Edelfelt! For this build we have to mix together the healing we all know and love from FGO, Sapphire's other magical talents, and Miyu's collection of servant cards that allow her to copy the noble phantasms of servants. This won't be eclectic at all!

She's a Divine Soul Sorcerer to pick up her healing and magic, as well as a Celestial Warlock to grab Sapphire and some extra servanty abilities.

Check out her build breakdown under the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: waka waka waka waka (poems)

Race and Background

First off, Miyu is not a human. She's another kind of vessel for a holy grail, and while there isn't a holy grail in D&D, that basically boils down to her being a more magical race from another dimension, so calling her a Faerie wouldn't be that far of a stretch. I know WotC have it written a different way in The Wild Beyond the Witchlight, but they're wrong.

All this means is you're small, and a fae instead of a humanoid. You also get a flying speed equal to your walking speed if you aren't wearing medium or heavy armor (not a problem here), and thanks to your Faerie Magic you can cast Druidcraft using your charisma modifier. Check the weather before you go out in the morning, for some reason y'all really like wearing outfits that are terrible if you get caught in the rain. We would wait until your magical girl transformation to pick up the flying speed, but it's just one less spell we need to choose from later, so I'm okay with getting it now.

Also, speaking of your charisma, you get +1 Dexterity and +2 Charisma.

You spent most of your life stuck inside with some books, so Cloistered Scholar is a pretty good choice, even though you're like 10. That gives you proficiency with History and Nature. You're very familiar with the natural world! Natural geographic, at least.

Ability Scores

Right off the bat, we run into an awkward situation, specifically; Miyu is super awkward, but her magic comes from her own existence, so what do we do with charisma?

Thankfully, there is magical justification for you to be good at socializing later, so I don't see too much of an issue with your Charisma starting off high. After that is Intelligence, you're a super genius at 10, that's pretty smart. Your Dexterity is also solid, since getting out of the way of Bazett is probably way smarter than taking a punch head-on. That's not to say your Constitution is lacking- I've seen some of Prillya's fight scenes, you get roughed up pretty badly without dying. We are going to set your Strength a little lower than you'd expect though. You're strong... for a child. Finally, dump Wisdom. You were kept separated from other people for a vast majority of your life, and you get very clingy to anyone who'll give you positive attention. Not exactly a bastion of will.

Class Levels

Sorcerer 1: Picking up your very existence has a higher priority than a stick, so we're starting here. This means you get proficiency with Constitution and Charisma saves, as well as Religion and Arcana. You're a child of god, and that gave you magic powers. Not surprising you've got practical experience with these topics. A first level Divine Soul sorcerer is Favored by the Gods, letting you add 2d4 to a failed save or attack once per short rest. You're more of a deuteragonist, but still; protagonist powers, activate! Miyu also picks up some Spells from this level, letting you cast spells using her Charisma modifier. For cantrips, Control Flames and Gust gives you some good starting elements to work with, Friends will help Sapphire muck with peoples' minds later, and Mending is like healing but for inanimate objects. For spells you learn Cure Wounds for proper healing, Mage Armor so you don't die, and Color Spray for various colorful magical girl spells that'll blind your enemies (and the kids at home).

Sorcerer 2: Second level sorcerers become a Font of Magic, giving you sorcery points that'll be used to create extra spell slots. You get more points by taking a long rest, or by burning existing spell slots. This is a secret tool that'll help us later. Also, you learn Earth Tremor. Boom, Fergus is already added to your collection. Something tells me he'd fit right in in the Prillyaverse.

Sorcerer 3: It's later! Third level sorcerers learn some Metamagic, spending sorcery points to boost their magic in different ways. Careful spells automatically choose some creatures caught in their range to succeed on their saves. You're pretty conscientious like that. Extended spells can double their up time, to a maximum of 24 hours. Push your magical girl transformation to last a little longer, or lengthen the time of your healing spells. Most of the latter are just one and done, but Aid is a special case, giving three creatures an extra 5 maximum HP for up to eight hours. This is kind of like healing, and with a d6 hit die you really don't have space to complain about semantics. You also get more Faerie Magic this level, letting you cast Faerie Fire once per day without using a spell slot, or just as a normal spell otherwise. Hey, why do they spell it right in this, but not the race?

Sorcerer 4: At fourth level you get your first Ability Score Improvement. Pick up the Skill Expert feat to round up your Charisma for stronger spells and get one extra proficiency and expertise (doubled proficiency) respectively. Get proficiency in Acrobatics to put on cool magical girl poses and expertise in Arcana for braininess. There isn't a calculus skill in D&D, so we'll have to settle for this. You can also Spare the Dying as a cantrip if you've run out of spell slots, stabilizing a creature at 0 HP as an action. If everyone's up, check out Nathair's Mischief for a bunch of magical stuff right up Sapphire's alley. A 20' cube within range gets filled with random mischievous effects each turn, charming, blinding, giggling, or slowing creatures in the area if they fail the respective saves. You technically don't have your wand yet, so no wonder it's not following your orders exactly.

Sorcerer 5: Fifth level sorcerers get Magical Guidance, letting you spend a sorcery point to re-roll a failed check. You can also cast Enlarge/ Reduce using the same use of your Faerie Magic as Faerie Fire, or with spell slots. If you want even more spells, Life Transference lets you do the healing others from your own health thing, letting you take damage to fill up another creature's HP. Upcasting cure wounds would probably be better, but we're here for flavor dammit!

Sorcerer 6: Sixth level divine soul sorcerers get Empowered Healing, letting you spend a sorcery point whenever you or an adjacent ally cast a spell to heal to re-roll any dice you want to determine the amount of healing provided. For the exact opposite of healing, Melf's Minute Meteors let you throw around minute meteors on your bonus action each turn for a few rounds. Trying to fight and heal at the same time is a common conundrum for these sorts of characters, but you've figured out a solution.

Sorcerer 7: If you'd rather heal, use your first fourth level spell slots on some Mass Healing Word for a healing word for the masses.

Sorcerer 8: Eighth level sorcerers get another ASI. That means your Charisma is now maxed out for the best, most powerful spells. Spells like Guardian of Faith to summon a servant that'll throw some radiant damage around.

Sorcerer 9: Ninth level sorcerers mean fifth level spells like Legend Lore. If you spend 250 gp of incense you can name a legendary person, place, or object and get information about them. The more you know about them the more info you'll get, but you are spending several hundred gold and a 5th level spell slot, so maybe ask your DM to cut you some slack if you rolled poorly on your history check. We can't invest too much in intelligence, so this is where most of your smarts come from instead. But hey, you're from modern-ish japan, right? Just take your smartphone with you, I hear getting trapped in another world with one of those'll set you up for life as long as gaagle's still working.

Sorcerer 10: Tenth level sorcerers get another metamagic option like Twinned spells. If your spell can only target one creature, use this metamagic to get Sapphire to cast it as well so you can target two creatures. This is great since you're getting Greater Restoration this level, and the kind of things that charm, exhaust, petrify, curse, or reduce the scores/HP of a creature tend to be AoEs. You can also use the cantrip Sword Burst to swing some weapons around. Boom, you've added like half the servant roster to your card collection. Go nuts.

Sorcerer 11: Eleventh level sorcerers get sixth level spells like Tasha's Otherworldly Guise. As a bonus action you can transform into a magical girl for up to a minute. Your flight speed gets a little boost, and you become immune to radiant and necrotic damage, plus the charmed condition. Your AC gets a boost, and you can use your Charisma to attack with weapons instead of strength. Finally, you can attack twice per action instead of once. There's also a lower planes version of the spell, but that's not very magical girl-ish.

Sorcerer 12: We'll pop back to sorcerer again later, but for now use this ASI to bump up your Dexterity for a higher AC.

Warlock 1: We kind of rushed things on the sorcerer side to get your transformation as soon as possible, but if you want to sell your soul earlier go right ahead, I won't stop you. Handing it over to Sapphire makes you a Celestial warlock, earning you a Healing Light. You get a pool of (1+ your warlock level)d6 that you can spend as a bonus action to heal an ally within 60'. You get these dice back on long rests. You also learn Pact Magic, which gives you fewer slots, but they come back on short rests. You don't have to do any multiclassing nonsense here, just level up your slots for each class like you would if they were separate; keep in mind that you can cast warlock spells with sorcerer slots and vice versa. Spells like Light and Sacred Flame to really look the part of a magical girl; Eldritch Blast for an easily reflavored attack that could be any number of casters; and Poison Spray to channel a little bit of Serenity and Robin Hood. For your leveled spells, Hex lets you curse people like Cursed Arm and Chiyome, and Charm Person is just Sapphire messing with people's memories. (Hey, don't look at me like that. Modify Memory is a fifth level spell!)

Warlock 2: Second level warlocks get Eldritch Invocations, which are like metamagic for your entire game. Armor of Shadows lets you cast Mage Armor for free whenever, opening up a spell spot when we get back to sorcerer. Save the other one for later. I mean, obviously take something now, just know we'll be swapping it out in a hot second.

Sorcerer 13: Cool, with that out of the way we can bounce back for our last level of sorcerer to get seventh level spells. Regenerate helps a creature regenerate lost limbs as well as HP in general. We can also swap out our regular Mage Armor with Blade Barrier for a bit of Emiya action. I know Emiya's kind of Chloe's thing, but one-upping Chloe is kind of our thing.

Warlock 3: Third level warlocks get the Pact of the Blade so you can finally officially get set up with Sapphire, summoning her to your hand as an action. (Like Ruby we're calling her a quarterstaff, even though she can be whatever weapon you want.) You also pick up Improved Pact Weapon to add an extra +1 to attacks and damage from her, and she can be your spellcasting focus for warlock spells. Finally, you get the Mirror Image spell, giving you three mirror duplicates that'll take hits for you. If an opponent attacks, roll a d20. On a six or higher, one duplicate takes the attack instead of you, poofing if it actually hits them. After that, the d20 roll has to be 8 or higher to hit a duplicate, then 11 or higher when there's one left. All three lesser hassans are now hanging out in this build, you're welcome.

Warlock 4: Use your last ASI to bump up your Constitution. Like have you actually seen any of Prillya? These girls get really fucked up. Try not to die. Also, you can cast Frostbite for a bit of help from Anastasia, or Borrowed Knowledge to learn about things you don't know about. For an hour after casting you gain proficiency in one skill you aren't proficient in. A true mark of genius isn't just knowing things, it's knowing how to learn new things. For an hour at a time, at least until exams are over.

Warlock 5: Fifth level warlocks get third level spells, and picking up Dispel Magic will help you take a page our of Medea's book with your very own Rule Breaker. You also have an Eldritch Mind now, giving you advantage on saves to keep your concentration going on spells.

Warlock 6: Sixth level Celestlocks are Radiant Souls, giving you permanent resistance to radiant damage. You can also add your Charisma modifier to damage done with radiant or fire damage against a single target per spell. Revivify is not such a spell, but it's nice to keep your teammates alive, right?

Warlock 7: Seventh level warlocks get fourth level spells like Banishment. By the twentieth level your party either is a god or is trying to throw god back where he came from, and this will certainly help with that second part. Wait for someone in the party to say "I wish the demon lord was gone" and then grant that wish, then you can all go home. Also, Sapphire finally shows off her Beguiling Influence, giving you proficiency with Persuasion and Deception.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

We've dabbled with this build a bit with Casgil and Yu Mei-Ren, but this is the first time we've build a proper coffeelock. That means you really do have Infinite Power, with a Greater Restoration to back it up. Not only is your combo fully yours, it works a lot faster. Each short rest nets you eight sorcery points, each fifth level spell slots costs 7. That means you can get eight extra spell slots over a long rest, taking one away for Greater Restoration, and you've got seven total. And that's before you get into downtime, like weeks between missions.

You also come packing tons of uses for that power thanks to a huge variety of spells. Heal, attack, debuff, guard, it's all available for you.

With a maxed out charisma plus good intelligence proficiencies, plus Legend Lore, you're in a great position to not just uncover the mysteries and sideplots of your DM's campaign but also to share your discoveries with the party and other interested parties and have them believe you. Now when your brother's about to marry an evil shapeshifter maybe he'll listen to you for- sorry, wrong show about a secluded purple girl with tons of magical power.

Cons

You don't focus on anything. You've got a couple attack spells, a couple healing spells, a couple other tricks, but they don't really synergize with each other, so you'll always be a bit weaker than someone who focused on one thing.

Splitting classes like this also makes you lose out on high level spells, and even with infinite fifth level slots you'll be hard-pressed to beat out actually knowing wish.

You have super low wisdom, so you're pretty easy to fool. So you might not even notice the evil shapeshifter trying to marry your- sorry, sorry, I'm still mad about the MLP season 2 finale. I'll get over it.

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