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vquacki · 3 years

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It's My Fatherly Duties!

It's My Fatherly Duties!

Short DAD Scenarios

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa,

~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))

R I N D O U

His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice.

“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.

“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.

“Oh dad, I-”

“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber.

“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man.

“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father.

“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.

“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look.

“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street.

“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process.

“What! Dad!” Tohru whined,

“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning.

“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.

“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you.

“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him,

“Grounded! My final answer!”

R A N

Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window.

Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep.

“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,

“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence.

Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin.

“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house.

“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush.

“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction.

“At this time of night? .. out your window?”

“Ye-”

“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out.

“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter.

“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject.

“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.

“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued.

“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody.

“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children.

S A N Z U

It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all.

He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date.

He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting.

“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside.

“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father.

“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels.

“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile.

“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down.

“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said,

“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words.

“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house.

“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.

I Z A N A

Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening.

Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down.

“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it.

Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way.

“Dad! Um- I”

“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids.

“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk.

“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you.

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.

“But the tea I made”

“Im tired~”

Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again.

I N U I

Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot.

Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor.

“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike.

“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps.

“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid.

“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered,

“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold.

“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man.

“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.

Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.

“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,

“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?”

“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right.

“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself.

“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,

“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl.

“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized,

“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated,

“Especially not with a boy.”

K O K O N O I

Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick.

And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.

“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame.

“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face.

“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents.

“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped,

“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted,

“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man.

“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed.

“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval.

“Dad, I'm sixteen!”

“That's what I said”

S O U Y A

He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles.

“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.

“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father.

“He's out of it” You giggled,

“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him.

“There was boys-” His voice cracked.

“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body.

“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills.

“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.

“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house.

N A H O Y A

Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other.

“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers.

“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua.

“If I catch ya here again” he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.

“Yer dead meat kiddo” Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life.

“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips.

“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted.

“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.”

“Exactly the effect i wanted”

End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.

Reblogs & Notes are always appreciated! Take care! ♡︎♡︎

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technowoah · 3 years

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Revolutions Always Fall

You should've learned from L'Manburg. The Butcher Gang was a mistake.

- REQUESTED!

- I tried to put 2 requests in one here.

- its really long 🤧🤞🏽

Prompts!

13) "You made me lose all my faith and trust in you"

38) "They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.”

47)“Are you satisfied now...?”

⚠︎ memtions of blood, voilence, fighting, swearing, Technoblade's execution episode. Angst.

Masterlist!

Dear Technoblade,

I wont make the same mistakes again

- an old friend. ♤

Technoblade was always a threat, and you learned that from L'Manburg. You had befriended him when he joined Pogtopia and very quickly you two seemed to click. He saw the world through different eyes and that intrigued you. You wanted to be him, live life the way he does it for just a day.

He was a killing machine, he was smart tactical, but still had the thirst for blood that made him be so smart and tacitcal with how he kills.

You on the other hand were not a big fan of killing, but this war was an exception. This war made you practice, it made you angry, it lit a fire underneath you that you didnt know you had. Along with the other members of Pogtopia, Technoblade helped you fight, how to wield a sword, knife, gun, anything that you can get your hands on you turned it into a weapon, you Soon enough you had mastered weapons and you werent so passive.

You questioned yourself if this was living through Technoblade, the need to fight, hunt, to protect. You felt poweful. As you hold your own crafted swords in your hand you know what you can do. You could do so much damage with this sword, he gave you that sword. It wasn't special at all but you made it special, because in your eyes it was.

"You can do so much with a sword, people just don't know how to use it to its fullest potential. They dont know their full potential either. But now you do."

Thats what he said to you in between those stone walls called Pogtopia.

After what he said to you had done so. Used the sword to your full potential, used anything to your full potential. You wanted to be more and more you became.

"You ready?" Technoblade smirked.

"Hell yeah Im ready to kill that bastard." You smiled

"Woah-oh! You weren't saying this a couple months ago."

"Schlatt deserves it. That's not L'Manburg. This is L'Manburg." You stretched out your arms to the others who were gathering armor and polishing their weapons for the battle yet to come.

You smiled knowing this will all end soon, you wouldn't be in a cave anymore, you wouldn't have to hide the fact that you knew where Wilbur was and that he was planning the attack, Pogtopia will be no more and L'Manburg would be back.

"L'Manburg will be back." You said while taking a sword out of a chest.

"Sure." You heard him scoff beside you.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked slightly offended. Wasn't he fighting for the same thing?

"I dont know. Revolutions always fall." He turned his back to you and walked away leaving you to your own thoughts.

You hated it. He was right, he was always right and you hated it. And everyone else did too, they knew he was right. It wasnt what the majority wanted, we wanted L'Manburg while he didn't want to be held by government in the first place. That's what he meant that day in Pogtopia.

L'Manburg, one defeated, was now growing once more. After the "end" of L'Manburg you couldn't forgive him. Your anger and the feeling of betrayal kept growing and growing everyday, every time you picked up that damned sword he gave you. It was the best sword you had, you had enchanted it multiple times. You had to use it, but the only thing was the memories that came with it.

Your anger only worsened as time went on, having to hear about Technoblade and how he was such a threat to L'Manburg only made you want to destroy him and the past you two had created. That would be the closure you needed, but someone was already three steps a head of you.

In spite of your anger you and Quackity had the most magnificent idea to make a gang to finally kill Technoblade for the sake of L'Manburg. The idea was to go confront him at his house and take him back to L'Manburg for an execution. You were on board with the idea 100%. This was better for L'Manburg and better for yourself, finally someone who got you.

Quackity and you planned tirelessly to try and get Technoblade's location and bring him back. The Butcher Gang was made from the cabinet of L'Manburg. During these long days you two grew closer, you two were so different in ways of thinking, but you two shared the same end goal which worked out in your favor. You two went through hell and back just to find out that the easiest way to get to Technoblade was sitting in L'Manburg right at that moment. Philza, some may say Technoblade's only friend at the moment. He was loyal to Technoblade and you dont blame him at all, but you needed to find out where his companion was.

It was all going well, the Butcher Gang had put Phil on house arrest and Tubbo had found a compass that led them straight to Technoblade's location. Everything was going well and according to plan, you didnt want to show it on your face as you saw Technoblade's house from the spot in the woods the Butcher Gang was hiding in, but you wanted this so badly. You didnt where he was going to be, he could've came and bestowed more destruction. It was like knowing he was there, but not knowing when he was going to strike.

The anxiety that came with not knowing where Technoblade was always with you, but now it wont be.

The Butcher Gang ended up taking Technoblade by force back into the city. You were proud that you were all able to get the blood hungry pig-man to come back with you all. He was behind bars with an anvil hanging high over his head. As Tubbo gave his speech your short lived happiness soon faded as a man appeared and smoke filled the area. You started to get attacked by what seemed like Dream and Punz while Tubbo continued to yell for Quackity to pull the lever to finally kill Technoblade.

"Pull the lever Big Q!"

"Kill him Quackity!" You yelled with him.

He did it. The anvil fell fast towards Technoblade's body, but as fast as the anvil landed on him his skin, bones, and blood regenerate and return to its normal state. Your eyes widened as the totem in his hand began to disintegrate into gold dust.

"DAMMIT!" You yelled in agony while Ranboo and Fundy continued to fend off Dream and Punz until they retreated.

Once they did you realized Technoblade was gone, you saw him in the distance running away from the scene, but you couldn't let this happen. You couldn't let the fear of Technoblade being out there doing God knows what forever. The fear of him boiled in your heart as you broke out into a sprint towards Technoblade.

As you ran into a more secluded area you heard footsteps behind you. You glances back to see Quackity following your lead with an axe in his hand. Slowing down a bit you both ran side by side.

"Let's get this son of a bitch!" Quackity huffed as you both came across a cave.

You both knew Technoblade was in there so you both prepared for the mental and physical pain you would both endure. This wasn't like the Butcher Gang where it was 5 against 1, it was 2 against 1 and you've seen Technoblade fight this fight before.

"You ready to kill this bastard?" He calmed his breathing down.

"Of course I am." You kept your eyes foward.

You walked deep into tha cave to see 6 chests and a sign that said "final control room", that bastard. Wanting to be quiet you tried to sneak up on Technoblade, but Quackity's anger got the best of him.

"What the fuck is this Technoblade?! What the hell are you doing here?" He asked gripping his sword too tight.

"It not what it looks like." Technoblade airly laughed. He had an enchanted pickaxe in his hand and an open chest with netherite armor.

"How the hell did that anvil not kill you?!" Quackity yelled.

Technoblade started laughing, he was laughing, he was taunting us. "Do you really think that death can stop me? That you could kill me that easily."

Your emotions tried to get the best of you as you tried not to let frustrated tears fall onto your cheeks.

"How did you do it? What... How did you even do that?"

"You think that can stop me Quackity?" Technoblade asked again.

"Just answer the fucking question!" You yelled before either of them could speak. It was silent for a while before Technoblade slowly spoke up.

"A totem. I used a totem of undying. I always have it on me." He smugly said.

He continued on. "You know what?! You know what? Ive got a lot to say, I was gonna say it at the trial, but we got a little bit interrupted. You know I tried convincing you guys that government was not the answer, the government was actually the cause of all your problems!"

You rolled your eyes as he continued his infamous speech.

"I tried to convince you guys by fighting alongside you as brothers and you cast me aside, you used me. I tried to use force, but you still formed a government! And when I went into hiding, when I retired, when I swore off violence, you hunted me down, you hurt my friends." Technoblade finished.

"Techno you dont understand what we're fighting for!" You started finally finding your voice. "I thought you were for us! You were always against us!"

"I was always for you! I needed you guys to understand!"

"We needed YOU to under-"

Technoblade interrupted you. "You dont understand me! You never did!"

"At least I fucking tried and you gave me so much shit for it! I wanted to be you Technoblade. I wanted to see life through your eyes, I was fascinated by how you walk, fight, your mind."

Your anger began to subside as you continued to speak. "But, you made me lose all my faith and trust in you."

Technoblade laughed again. "Same here! You guys left me! Betrayed me so-"

"So the feeling is mutual." You growled.

It was quite for a minute, but you could feel Quackity's sympathetic stare as you poured your feelings out to a man who dosen't even matter to you.

"They warned me about this." Your arms gestured to the area the three of you were in.

"About what?" Technoblade scoffed.

"About you." You stared at Technoblade. It wasn't a glare, it was more calm.

"Quackity, Tubbo, Fundy...Even Ranboo." You airly chuckled.

You had stopped talking trying to get yourself back together. Quackity caught that you weren't talking anymore so he spoke up.

"What we have up there is a country and what we need here is organization and power. And I dont care how long it fucking takes me or what I have to do to get you Techno. Im going to fucking kill you. Im going to kill you Technoblade." Quackity gripped his axe in his hand.

"I just have one question Quackity." Techno smirked.

"What do you have?" Quackity responded and you took the sword out of the sheath hanging on your hip.

"Do you think you two are enough to kill me? Even unarmed with iron armor?" Technoblade closed the chest that held netherite armor signaling he didn't need that. "Do you think you both could take me?"

"Oh we do." You spoke up. "We need this, Technoblade."

"You know what?" Quackity rose his axe and you followed suit. "Lets find out you son of a bitch!" He charged towards Technoblade and you followed close behind.

Technoblade started running out of the long cave, but you two followed. He threw potions on the ground as he turned around and fought us head on. You were able to get a couple of cuts and hits on him, but he was cutting you more with his pickaxe.

The thing about Quackity was that he thought he was invincible. He kept going full force towards Technoblade, hopefully he would focus on him so you could finally get a critical hit on him. Your heart rate kicked up as your face came too close to his pickaxe. And it kept going, each swing he took towards you became closer and closer until Quackity slashed his arm with his axe.

Technoblade whipped his head his way. "I have a pickaxe and I'll put it right through your teeth!"

Technoblade swung his axe and slashed Quackity's face, including his eye. He then turned his pickaxe to the flat side and swung it, hitting the side of his head. The blow to his head sent him flying against one of the walls of the cave, knocking him out.

He then turned to you and in a flash you could tatse the metal of his pickaxe as it swiped across your face blinding one of your eyes as well as Quackity's. He had hit you on the side of the head like he did with Quackity. Your body was aching as you fell to the ground, your mind slowly shutting down. You were loosing a lot of blood quickly, and so was Quackity. You two knew you were going to find the strength to get out of this cave and follow Technoblade's path out.

You laid on the cave's cold floor realizing that this was a mistake. You were too loyal, easily swayed, you were a follower. You never knew when to stop, from L'Manburg to Pogtopia to The Butcher Gang you seeked things you couldn't have. You couldn't have L'Manburg, neither Pogtopia, you couldn't kill Technoblade and ease your fears snd anxieties. You need to seek that some where else.

Your mind began to slip, and you fell into unconsciousness.

You should've learned. He was right. Revolutions always fall.

The Butcher Gang was a mistake.

Dear Technoblade,

I remembered the day. It still pains me. The day you spawned those wither. I thought you were the traitor, but turns out I was wrong at the time. Im sorry for that.

I also remember when you left me for dead. But I made it out as you see.

But now I am resigning from L'Manburg. Im going my own way, my own path, and I don't want you on my path.

Think of this as closure, something I never got. As I am writing this I dont know why I am giving you closure, lifting a weight off of your shoulders, you dont deserve it.

I know people say that to you alot.

You really made a dent in this damned place.

I hate what you're doing. You get to live in solitude while we get to live in the debris you left here. I wanted to be like you.

I hate to say it, but I learned a lot from you. I hated what I learned, about myself, about you, about the current state of this horrible place.

I wont make the same mistakes again

Are you satisfied now?

- an old friend ♤

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bloodycassian · 3 years

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Azriel x Reader - Trying.

TW- DEPRESSION//sadness - Thank you anon for this request. I have struggled with Dysthymia for almost my whole life. It felt good to write this little piece of representation.

Nothing but a ghost. Like the two wraiths that waited to serve you at your command. The wraiths that had nothing to do. Granted, they had tried pushing food on you, or books or paints or whatever other form of entertainment or sustenance but you ignored them. Knowing that if you had put up the fight to say anything you may lose your control completely and break down. You could let the time pass, numbly without a care. It was better than having to deal with the reality of not being alive at all.

Rhysand had set you up in a beautiful room in the house of wind after the village attack. You could see the entire city below and the ocean beyond. It did nothing for you. If he was hoping for some kind of gratitude he didn't show it. He simply explained the house would provide if needed and that he would check in weekly. You were surprised he wasnt asking for more - that he wasnt going to try to get any information from you about Hybern's forces on the continent. After months of war you had become numb to the idea of peace. It never seemed like an option anymore. Perhaps the two generals he had brought with him to save your village had gotten all the information they needed.

Weeks of sleeping later and you felt your eyes getting heavy again while looking out to the Sidra. The bright city below seemed buzzing with excitement about the upcoming summer solstice. You couldn't wait until you could go to bed. The tower of books on the table beside you casted a shadow over your feet, then your legs, up to your arms. Until finally, it was dark on the balcony, the stars above twinkling like the white caps on the ocean. Dread twisted in your gut, and you slowly got up, letting your body adjust to the change. Dark spots edged in around your vision.

You could feel the chasm open inside you. The pit of loneliness - the empty void of demons waiting to take you as soon as you dropped your guard. The head rush from getting up made you want to vomit. The acid in your stomach churned, burning up to your throat. Fasting for so long would make Rhysand force your hand to eat, you knew. But you couldn't bring yourself to even try. You felt weighted, like there was a tired blanket over your being and you couldn't get it off no matter how hard you tried. The demons pulled at you.

The pain was good though, a solid reminder of why you would not eat. Why you could not eat. You did not deserve such a pleasure. You doubted you could stomach anything more than crackers anyway after weeks of fasting. Rhysand was not subtle with his advances of trying to get you to try food when he visited. The smell of some of the treats he brought made you gag at times. Your stomach howled at you now though.

The knock on the door didnt surprise you. It was time for the high lord's weekly visit where you would tell him everything was fine and you didnt need anything. And he would try to get through your shields, and there would be a flash of disappointment on his face at the obsidian stone you would slam down on him. Then he would leave. And you could let the sting of that disappointment burn you alive until you were on the bed sobbing.

"Enter, your highness." You smiled to yourself slightly, knowing the title would bother him. The voice that came once the door opened made you whip around. Not Rhys. "Actually..." The spymaster. The general that had guarded your village while the other barreled through the enemy lines. "Rhys was busy. He sent me instead." He stood in the doorway, tentatively.

"Oh.." You felt your cheeks go red at the embarrassment of him seeing you like this. From the defender of your village to..what? A tired being that craved nothing more than to simply not exist anymore? "What is he doing?" You asked out of courtesy only. You were used to the high lord seeing your mess of a room, but Azriel was.. different for some reason. You walked over to the bed and kicked the sheets under the frame. Attempting to tidy up even slightly. The rest of the room was a mess of clothes and empty containers, drink cups. Nerves made your heart race.

"Nightmares?" He asked, stepping inside and closing the oak door behind him. He leaned on it, arms crossed over his chest. His simple tunic seemed to eat the light in the room, not reflecting a thing.

Your face burned. You felt your eyes sting. Clearing your throat you nodded, folding your arms over your middle. Your ribs seemed to jut out more now that he was watching you. You watched him, as his shadows snaked around his shoulders and curled around his ear. They searched the room. You sighed, going to the closet beside him -ignoring the mirror mounted there- and pulling out a folding chair. You placed it next to your own, facing out to the starry sky. You sat in the familiar padded chair, leaning on the arm rest. The half cup of cold tea next to the book tower rattled slightly on its plate as he approached. A bubble of tranquil quiet seemed to encapsulate the area. A feeling you recognized as relief flowed through your bones. You felt the tension in your body fade slightly. You breathed a bit easier, like he was taking a weight off your chest.

He sat next to you for a long while before he spoke. "I used to hate night time." His voice was level. You tore your eyes away from the most interesting spot on the floor where you were thinking of nothing to look at him.

He kept his eyes out to the balcony, a cool wind gusting through. His wings were folded in tight behind him, the shadows coiling over everything in the room. The trees below sighed at the caress of the breeze. The night seemed to finally speak as he spoke. He brought his hands together in front of him, rubbing over the scarred texture there. "I would hear absolutely everything in that basement. I could tell when night fell, even without windows. I could hear the beasts hunting outside, or my bastard father getting drunk and-" His hands clenched, and you thought you heard his teeth grind together. "He was a cruel male. To everyone, even my half brothers."

A shudder rippled through you. You wondered what he had done to Azriel, if his father was cruel to his more beloved children. They had forced him into that basement, even when they knew first hand how Illyrians craved the sky. He knew of total darkness and silence - of pain that seemed to stretch on without end. He knew loneliness, he was locked up with it for the first part of his life. His shadows circled around your ankles like a cat, like they recognized you. Your voice was little more than a whisper as you spoke. "I dont even know whats wrong with me." You were relieved your tears didnt spill over. They pricked your eyes but you blinked them away.

He was quiet, taking in the information. "I didnt either until I found out what a shadow singer is." He paused, glancing at you as you tucked your legs up under yourself. "It dosent mean anything is wrong, it just means you need help sometimes. To figure out exactly what you need." He stood from the chair and flexed his wings, the shadows collecting around him like a puddle.

He held a hand out to you, patient even while you considered. Getting out of the chair seemed like so much work with such a tired body. Tired soul, tired spirit. Anything beyond existence seemed like a complete burden. But his hand there, waiting, unwavering. Challenging. it made you sigh and finally, stiffly get out of the chair that housed you. The chair that had sucked you in, prisoned you for months.

His smile was stunning. His dark eyes seemed to light up. He led you on to the balcony and leaned over the railing. The pines far below rustled with the breeze. You swore you could hear the Sidra as well, bubbling with the current over the rocks. "How did you get out?" You asked, your eyes locking into his. He looked at you without sorrow, no fear or judgement lurked there. Just that half smile that had stayed since you stood from that chair.

"I was.. released by my father, but I still had to battle the darkness that I had learned. It wasn't until I met Rhysand and his mother that I began to... cope." He contemplated for a moment, his wings moving slightly with the wind that came through. "I'm familiar with what you're feeling. I ask that you try. I can come back again if you'd like." He left it as an open ended question, not as a demand or promise.

"Just try? You're not gonna make a checklist for me?" You mocked, he just shook his head. "I think I would like that." You answered. At least he wouldnt pester you as much as the high lord did. At least he could bring this feeling of relief to your bones. He nodded, and the shadows seemed to spike, receding from the room and joining him, wrapping around his body and melding him with the night. "I'll be back tomorrow, then." He said simply, raising himself on to the balcony railing with ease.

You nodded, wringing your hands with nerves as you watched him flare his wings, preparing to fly. "Dont let the bed eat you, Rhys wouldn't be happy if I had to break more of his furniture." He said over his shoulder with a wink. You felt a fleeting smile come to your lips as he jumped, wings catching him as he glided on the wind. You made a note to yourself to ask what other furniture he had ruined.

He disappeared quickly, the shadows and the comfy bubble of silence gone. When you closed the door to the balcony and turned back to your chair, there was a plate of crackers and fruit waiting there. Your stomach rolled at the thought. Instead, you went to the closet, putting his chair away. You made a mental note to get a different seating option for him, to accommodate the wings. Knowing he was coming back, you saved yourself the future embarrassment and began picking up your clothes, putting them into the corner bin where they disappeared. You didnt pause long enough to check to see if the clothes were reappearing clean in the closet, you just kept cleaning. Trusting the house to understand you were in fact, trying. You dared not pause, knowing if you stopped there wouldn't be a beginning again.

You went as far as requesting a mop and bucket from the Wraiths. They were wide eyes with shock at your room, at your abruptness. But they said nothing about it, just bringing you the items you requested and then some. Naula snuck in a plate of meat and cheese, leaving it next to the crackers on the end table now that there was more room with the book pile cleaned up.

You requested the extra chair. They promised it would be in the room by morning. You made your bed, and once you were satisfied with the shining floors you stood back to admire your work. It looked like a different space, clutter gone and the books organized again. You had given the cups the Cerridwen before they left, thanking them both.

You went to your chair, hesitant to sit. The wear marks on the arm rests and the seat were apparent. Instead, picked up the plate of fruit and crackers and took it to the bench at the end of the bed, picking at the more neutral fruit as you went. A spark of something bloomed in your chest at the thought of Azriel coming back. Of what his reaction would be at the clean look of your room. You dared to hope that he would notice at all. Something told you though that he would consider this trying. He made it sound so easy.

The bed welcomed you, clean sheets caressing your legs as you fell into the most peaceful sleep you had in a long while.

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kaz11283 · 3 years

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Chapter 5

Characters: Clint, you, Loki

Warnings: this is a SLOW burn, slight angst, fluff at the end, Loki starting shit.

Summary: life has never really bwen this complicated. Or well the life that you think you know has never really been this complicated. Living with the avengers, learning new things, yeah its gonna be a long road but what else do you have to look forward to other than the random runins with the god of mischief.

Loki Masterlist

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It had been about a week since you had arrived at the tower and just as long as your incounter with Loki, you hadnt had much time to think about it though since you were normally nose deep in class work or training with Nat and Clint since Tony had sent you the message "If your gonna be an avenger you have to train like one, training starts at 6." You had left him on read after that, you had never been a morning person and you sure as hell wasnt about to start now.

"Alright y/n, lets try you on the bow today." Clint smiled walking into the arena where most of your training took place.

"After I finish this." You said pointing to your coffee. "I swear, you would think that after saving lives you would want to sleep in." You grumbled.

"Bad guys dont sleep, we dont get to sleep." Clint said wiping down a few of his practice arrows.

"You didnt get back till like 3 this morning. Im really starting to wonder if you sleep at all." You tossed your cup away and got up starting to do your stretches.

"Get over here so I can show you how to hold this thing." He saod holding out the bow.

"I know how to use a bow, I was in archery in high school. Top of my team." You grabbed the bow feeling the cool metal in your hand. His bow was diffrent than what you was use to, as light as air almost were yours had been heavy.

"This bow is probably a little different than what your use to. The metal is vibranium, the strings are made of some type of industrial woven string that Tony invinted in his lab. Might be a littlw hard for you to pull back." He smiled looking at the bow like a child.

"It is very beautiful." You examined it looking down the sights has you pulled the string back easily. "Absolutly magnificent peice of weaponry." You looked over at him and seen that he was staring at you wide eyed. "What?"

"No one else has ever been able to draw the string back like that." You let the string gently go back into place amd handed it back to him.

"I told you, I was in archery while I was in high school."

"Theres no way that someone no matter how skilled they are can pull that back."

"Well if your forgetting, apperantly Im not from here either."

"Yup almost forgot, Asguardian. Anyways. You know how to use one of these so lets set up a few targets and get to work. Tony wants to try you out on a few different things, eval you, and see what suits you best. Im already leaning toward you being good at the bow."

After he talked you through some of the basics that you had informed him you knew and he insisted on stating that it was 'mandatory' you were finally able to pick up one of the training bows.

"These bows suck. Stark has all the money in the world and he buys walmart brand bows? If you pull this one back to many times the string will break. Why cant I just use yours?" You roll your eyes looking back at Clint.

"My bow, my baby. If you want ine bad enough you can start off at the bottom and work your way up. You have a card why dont you buy one?" He countered, just then the foor opened drawing your attention.

"Sorry, didnt realize that the area was occupied today, I just wanted to get a few throws in woth the new daggers Stark and Banner decided to enhance for me. Wanted to make sure that they wouldnt bloe up in my face." Loki said walking over to the bay next to you and Clint. You hadnt had a moment alone with the trickster since in the hall weeks ago and now he was here acting as of nothingbhad happened. You looked down at the daggers that he had laid out.

"Wow, those are beautiful." You noticed that not only had he laid down two simple green handeled knives but he had also laid down a set of electric blue ones and a set of gold handle ones engraved with ancient symbols and roses with the stems winding down the hilt. "May I?" You asked leaning down to get a closer look.

"Of course y/n, you are the one that gave me those." He answered casually. Your breathing hitched and you turned to look at him.

"Thats not funny Loki."

"I dont know what your talking about. I was simpl-" he started before you cut him off.

"You know damn good and well what I am talking about. What did you expect? Me to pick it up and everything come barreling back to me? Here I'll do you one even better." You stormed up to the daggers and grabbed one of the gold ones up throwing it at the target on the far side of the room. You had expected it to fall short and clink to the floor but you never hears it fall. When you looked at the target you noticed you had hit the middle.

Clints jaw had dropped as he was looking around the wall to see what you had been yelling about. Loki looked at you with a smug expression. "I assume they must have had knife throwing classes at the school you attended as well."

"Shut up. Clint are we done, I have some studying for class that I really need to do." You looked at clint as he knodded still awestruck. "Thanks, I'll talk with Tony about getting a better bow for me to practice with." You took off toward your room.

Later after you had taken a hot shower and changed into some leggings and a baggy shirt you decided to go to the one place in the tower that you had decided to claim as your own little study corner. It was located on of of the high up floors that happened to be more of an observation deck, you could watch the team leave on missions, see the ocean, and watch some of the most beautiful sun sets that you had seen. You had notice while checking the place out that there was a fairly large window seat that you could spead your work out on as you looked out over the city, this small part of the tower was your little hid away, you hadnt seen any other member of the team up here so you figured when you needed the alone time you could come here. It had seemed to work for the most part until today.

You notice the shadow of the figure standing over you before looking up into the eyes of Lokis confused ones, you had noticed his lips moving before rolling your eyes and taking out your noise canceling ear pods.

"What do you want Loki?" You sighed placing them back into the chsrging dock.

"Well if you hadnt had those things in you would have heard me tell you that I was sorry for earlier." He sassed crossing his arms.

"How did you find me? No one really bothers coming up here." You pulled your legs under your chin and covering you feet with the throw that you had brought up with you this time.

"The AI system has no bounderies when it comes to privacy, it can tell you were anyone is in this god forsaken place." He responded. "May I sit?"

"And if I say no?"

"I'll sit anyways." He shrugged.

"Then what is the point in asking?" You leaned forward moving your papers and books out of the way. He reached down and grabbed a few of the papers to help you.

"Your doing a paper on Shakespeare?" He asked as he sat down reading over the page.

"Umm, yeah. Part of my agreement to come here is so that I can finish up my collage classes. Drama and Art Major." He hamded the paper back to you so that you could stick it in your binder. He gave you a look that you were use to getting from him. "Don't say it Loki." You out your hand up to stop him before he could even open his mouth.

"I wasn't going to say anything." He held his hands up.

"Hum, interesting. The god of lies actually sucks at lying. I should remember that." You smiled. This was the first time you had actually felt half way confortable around him.

"I could never lie to you." He smiled back. "You have always had a knack for seeing right through me."

"I wish you wouldnt do that." You sighed leaning your heas agints the window behind you.

"Do what exactly?" He askes mirroring your position.

"Where you mention something about my past. Its annoying and it breaks my heart."

"Well Dove, how do you think I feel? The worst part about it for me is that while you remember nothing I am stuck remembering everything. Your past, my past, our past together. It truly is the worst pain that I have ever felt. To have something that you have wanted for so long in front of you and they dont even want you back." He sighed looking out the window.

"Loki," you crossed your legs and placed your elbows on your knees. "I have never said that I didnt want you. I just dont know what is what."

"So you do want me?" He laughted.

"That is not what I meant and you know it." You leanded back again. "Tell me about us. About how you and Thor know me." He eyes lite up.

Chapter 6

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nahoyaglock · 3 years

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📃 AS I AM CHAPTER 1 — Surprise!

SUMMARY — You knew Kageyama Tobio since you both were in diapers, being close family 'friends'. You always wanted to befriend the quiet kid but no matter your efforts, he would never crack. When you transfer schools and meet Kageyama again, what will happen to your relationship?

PAIRING — family friend!kageyama x fem!reader

GENRE — fluff/crack/angst

WARNINGS — uh, non rlly, just enjoy :D

WORD COUNT — 2.1k

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(Sent September 15th at 6:32 am)

Y/N: [Good morning Tobio!]

You turned your phone off before sitting up to stretch your arms. The warm sunrays peeked through your thick curtains, your room taking the shade of an idigo hue. You let out a bronx cheer before hopping out of bed, looking around at your nearly empty room. bzzz!

You smiled to yourself, hands finding your small hand held device before opening your notification, seeing a text from Kageyama.

(Sent September 15th at 6:33 am)

Kageyama: [Morning.]

Y/N: [How did you sleep?]

[Also, I have a surprise for you Tobiooo!]

Kageyama: [I slept fine. What is it?]

Y/N: [It wouldn't be a surprise if you told ya!]

You set your phone down gently on your drawer and you heard a light knock on your door, then the nob turning. Your mom peeked her head through the crack in your door, smiling as she watched you open your blinds.

"Hey honey," she whispered, knocking again lightly. You faced your mother with a sleepy grin, "good morning mom." You grabbed two bags from the corner of your room, slinging them over your shoulder.

"I'll load up the car mom, don't worry okay?" You walk over to the door and she moves over, allowing you to get through the door. "We leave in 20 minutes okay?" She pats your back before walking off to her room, leaving you to your job.

You slipped on your fuzzy pink slippers sitting at the front door and your turned the lock to go out. You went back and forth, in and out of the house loading up all of your luggage and baggage needed for the move. Your mom had finished her loading and was turning on the car as you grabbed your phone and locked up the house.

You climbed into the backseat with a fluffy, warm blanket for the long ride, buckling yourself up and checking your notifications.

(Sent September 15th at 6:35 am)

kageyama: [you're quiet annoying you know?]

(Sent September 15th at 7:01 am)

Y/N: [I wouldn't be y/n if I wasnt, am I right?]

After hours of sleeping, snacking and playing video games, the ride had come to an end. "We're here baby, wake up." Your mom shook your arm softly and your slowly forced your eyes open. You groaned and sat up, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

You and your mom unloaded your luggage into the empty house, your new home. It was a house way smaller than your previous one, two rooms, a bathroom and a small livingroom that connects to the kitchen. You decided that you wanted it to feel as much like a home as did your old house, so you decided to start decorating.

(Sent September 15th at 2:13 pm)

Y/N: [Hey tobio, ill tell you about the surprise in a week! :3]

Kageyama: [okay.]

As you went through some boxes you found old photos of you and Kageyama, the male with a blank expression but you could barely stay still that you were slightly blurry. You smiled at the memories of being an energetic kid and decided to put up the photos of you and kageyama on your pin board.

After your room was decently put together, missing a desk and a bed of course, you texted your friends from your old school and went to your moms room to see her folding her clothes. "Hey mom, can we go to the school to pick up my stuff?" She turned to you and smiled, putting her shirt down and standing up.

"Ah, yeah lets go now." She grabbed her keys and lead you to the car, you bouncing with excitement behind her. You opted on riding in the front with her, smiling at her as she turned the keys to start the car. The ride was filled with your conversation with your mom, talking about what you two should do since you arrived in your new home, your school and how you live closer to the rest of your family.

You pulled up to your new school and you eyed the entrance, reading the signs and inspecting the buildings. Your mom parked and unlocked the car, allowing you to hop out under the cold breeze. "Lets go honey," your mom grabbed your arm lightly and pulled you along with her, entering your new highschool. Karasuno highschool.

The principal greeted you and your mother and started to show you around the school. You saw your classes, your locker, the gym, and other important stuff that you mentally noted. Lastly was the office, where he gave you your printed schedule, needed textbooks and school uniform. With a wave goodbye you and your mom left to go back to your house, the car ride was silent this time.

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It was the day, the day you started your first day at your new school. It's been a week since you settled into your new home, finally having a bed and a desk, some drawers and other things. You felt like you were at home, finally ready for a new start. Your mom decided to drive you to school for your first day, despite living close to the school.

"Are you excited?" She asked, eyes on the road with a proud smile. "Yeah, I am, time for a new start," you smiled, looking at your phone. "Well, im just glad you're feeling well. About your dad, you know–" your mom started. Your parents divorced, and your dad bringing in the most income, you and your mom had to leave tokyo, no longer able to afford the house that you had lived in since the age of 3.

"Mom, its fine, really. It didn't work out and thats okay, because now we have a little home of our own," you smiled widely, grabbing your bag as your mom parked at the side of the road. "Oh! Can we get a puppy?" You asked, bouncing in your seat and she laughed.

"I'll think about it. Have a good day, and if you see Kageyama tell him I said hi," she waved as you climbed out the car and you nodded at her before crossing the street and entering the school. You were so excited, seeing other students who noticed your foreign presence.

(Sent September 23rd at 6:54 am)

Y/N: [Good morning tobio!]

[I'll tell you the surprise later, are you busy after school?]

Kageyama: [morning, and yes I have volleyball.]

Y/N: [ah, okay! Have a good day today]

You spent your day alone, just taking in the new setting and adjusting to the classes you had. You had a few students talk to you when they found out you were new, but you decided to eat lunch alone that day. The day went by pretty fast and while you were slightly tired, you were still pumping with excitement. After all, you were going to see Kageyama today.

School ended, and after class you went down to your locker to put away some of your books and take anything you needed out of there. You remembered that Kageyama said he would be doing volleyball club today, and you assumed it would be held in the gym. You turned to see a tall blonde headed male with glasses from one of your classes.

"Excuse me, sir?" You tapped the male, causing him to stop and face you, removing his head phones and putting his hands in his pockets. "You're the new kid, y/n? Right?" He asked, but before you could answer he scoffed, "what do you need?"

"Ah, do you know where the volleyball club is meeting today?" You stood on one foot, bouncing slightly, which wasnt unnoticed by the male. "Im in the club, we're meeting in the gym." He answered before he turned to head to the gym.

"Is it cool if i walk with you then?" You asked, leaning to your left side to peek at the boy who scoffed before nodding. You smiled and he started walking, so you waddled after him. "Ah, whats your name?" You asked taking big steps to match the tall males natural stride. "Tsukishima Kei. Call me Tsukishima."

You realized that maybe he wasn't the type to like conversations based on the annoyance in his tone, so you just followed behind silently until you arrived at the gym. The team were doing warmups of their own already while a few males had stood around and talked amongst themselves. "Woah, Tsukishima! Is that like, your girlfriend or something?"

You saw a small male, with a noticably bright streak of blonde hair smack dab in the middle of his forehead. "Im Nishinoya Yu!" He grinned and stuck out a friendly hand, which you took. "Ah, actually im new here, I just asked Tsukishima to show me the volleyball club." You giggled at the charismatic member.

"What– what did you come to the club for? Are you trying out to be the new manager or something?" A taller, nearly bald male said, appearing behind the shorter male. Tsukishima groaned and walked off to the other side of the gym. "Ah, im actually here to see a friend." They both looked at each other then turned to the third years.

"Daichi, do you know her?" Nishinoya asked, pointing at you and the gyms attention was on you. You put your hands up and waved in defense "ah wait, im actually here to see–"

"Oh, whos this?" A familiar voice said and you turned to the entrance of the gym to see Kageyama Tobio. His eyes widened in shock and he froze, dropping his water bottle as you smiled widely at him. "Kageyama!" You shouted and ran to the male, wrapping your arms around his neck, giggling lightly as he stood frozen in shock.

"Y-y/n..?" He asked and softly pushed you off of him, looking at you with a glare that also had a hint of confusion fused in. "What are you doing here?" He asked, even though he knew exactly what was going on. He saw your uniform and heard about a new student who had transferred to their school. But why you?

"Well, I moved here and thought, why not transfer to your school?" You smiled as all the boys headed over. A orange haired male walked around you, inspecting you, bouncing around with an energetic presence. "Are you and Kageyama dating?"

"You moron!" Kageyama yelled and slapped hinata on the back of the head, causing the orange haired males expression turn sour. You jumped lightly and rubbed the short males head "ah, tobio." He whines and looks up at you and pouts at Kageyama. "Your girlfriend is way cooler and nicer than you."

"Ah, im not Kageyamas girlfriend, we're family friends," you say to the small male, and he thinks for a minute. "Ah, this is y/n?" Hinata asks and Kageyama pinches his ear, dragging him away while yelling at him. You smile and turn to the other males, seeing the captain walking over towards you.

"Hello, im Daichi Sawamura, call me Daichi." He says and bows. "Im Y/n L/n," you greet back. You were allowed to stay and watch the practice, and he even introduced you to the other team members and the coaches. The whole practice you watched Kageyama, who would occasionally shoot glances at you. You also noted that he wasn't doing really well, he seemed really distracted.

After practice ended, you stood up, slinging your bag over your shoulder and attempted to approach him, but he exited the gym as quickly as he could. You were slightly shocked and just decided to text him, hinata sneaking up on you. "Hey y/n, how do you know Kageyama?"

"Hmm, oh! Our moms are best friends, so kageyamas family was always welcome at out family get togethers," you stated, not taking your eyes off of your screen.

(Sent September 23rd at 8:05 pm)

Y/N: [hey kageyama, do you want a ride from my mom?]

Daichi called for everyone to exit the gym, so you put your phone into your pocket and exited with Hinata and Nishinoya. "So, Kageyamas girlfriend?" Noya asked and you laughed, "im not his girlfriend, again." You correct as you two walk to the bike racks for Noya and Hinata to grab their bikes.

"Hmm, well a friend of kageyamas is a friend of mine!" Hinata smiles and mounts his bike, wide and bright smile, when you hear a honk. "Ah thats my mom, I'll see you guys again!"

"Wait, do you want to eat lunch with us tomorrow?" Nishinoya asked, mounting his bike. "Ah, I'll think about it, it was nice to meet you guys!" You wave goodbye to the males and jog over to your moms car, climbing into the passenger seat.

(Sent September 23rd at 8:09 pm)

Kageyama: [no.]

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the-sunshine-dims · 3 years

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amnesia rewrite! (chapter 6)

ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5 | ch 7 | ch 8 |

original fic

words: 1692

ao3

contents and warnings: amnesia, deaged Janus, food, fluff, weeping angel mention, pranks,

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Patton knew individually both Virgil and Janus were very strong spirits, and he had learned over the past couple weeks that together they were.. well, chaotic, but surely

surely.

It wouldn’t be normal for them to do- well whatever they did, Patton could only guess as roman chased them, covered in a sparkly goop, and yelling a couple of nonsense phrases as well as what Patton could only make out as “undo it!”

He really hoped it wouldn’t be normal.

Patton pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing to himself, before taking pity on both poor Roman and the flooring which was ever so slowly being fully covered with the goop as well, he loudly coughed to get their attention, having the intended effect of having them all halt in there running, “did you two do this?” He asked in his practiced and patented dad voice, already pretty certain he knew the answer but still asking anyway.

Janus immediately piped up, taking the attention from Virgil who had actually not fully stopped and had kept slowly side-stepping away from roman “No!” He told him insistently, not wanting him or Virgil to get in trouble and have the invite of movie night be rescinded, it was the first time it was calm enough and no one was too busy for one, which meant it was his first movie night, he didn’t want to miss it! still despite his very best attempt it was very very, abundently clear to Patton that he was lying, which wasn’t as big a surprise as Janus wished it would be, after all, he was a very shifty character.

the effort made Patton make sure to be soft with his tone however before he was just about to reply Virgil spoke up to talk to Janus, “dee patt’s smart enough to know we did it- and even if he didn’t would you really wanna not take credit for the awesome prank?” He asked vaguely motioning to Roman who was halfway across the room from him now.

Janus pouted- actually pouted and Patton couldn’t help but silently chuckle to himself, thankfully unnoticed by all other parties, and once he had stopped pouting he just turned around to face patton and immediately looked down to fiddle with his sleeves as he quietly went “okay.. we did, ‘m sorry” he said, focusing his attention on Patton.

“You don’t need to apologize to me, Roman’s the one who’s affected and deserves an apology.” he told him, and speaking of Roman, “Roman when you’re ready the bathroom should be free why don’t you take a shower, it doesn’t appear that the goo was made with just a snap,” Roman sighed loudly before nodding and Patton smiled at him before turning his attention once again to the two chaos bringers “now, you two clean the mess from when he was chasing after you and later you’ll have to help me with movie night preparation, sound relatively Fair?”

Virgil, Janus, and Roman mumbled a chorus of yes’s, Romans more prominent as he was happy to get some retribution for their crimes. Patton nodded- mostly to himself, “good.”

It would be days before he ended up admitting to the two that he actually found the prank kind of funny, because by then Roman, while still acting offended by the pure mention of it, everyone could tell that it was purely lighthearted and he was in no way mad.

It would be only hours though until he admitted it was adorable and so very sweet how much Janus had latched and pretty much imprinted onto Virgil, following him around like a little duckling, (and when Virgil was truly busy Roman was a close second, however, it didn’t seem to save him.)

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“..Roman why are you sparkly?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” roman grumbled back.

Patton chuckled as he listened to the short-lived conversation of the two from the kitchen, Virgil and Janus had been helping him with prepping everything for the movie night but as making popcorn was the last thing they needed to do (and they and Roman had gotten banned from the kitchen because while one of them had tried to make pasta while waiting for the plain water to heat up it somehow caught on fire) so he let them go, to do what they wanted to do until everyone gathered for the movie.

After a bit he was finally done popping it so he then sifted popcorn into the two bowls, one for just melted butter and salt for Logan and Virgil and one bowl with sugar and melted butter for Roman and himself and maybe Remus if he joined them, and Janus was welcome to both as Patton hadn’t really been able to memorize his favorite yet.

He smiled as walked out, quickly setting the popcorn bowls down onto the coffee table, before happily sitting and leaning into Roman’s side, he hummed quietly to himself as he waited for Virgil to come back down before he noticed that Janus was just standing there, near the tv not really doing something, barely even moving.

He took worry-filled moment to take a breath before just going “hey dee? You wanna sit down kiddo?” And Patting the spot next to him, he didn’t want him to feel like the odd one out and feel too awkward to sit down, so he wanted to offer a clear invitation just incase, logan had said he occasionally needed that.

Janus glanced at Patton momentarily, before shaking his head insistently “no, waiting,” He explained, well it might’ve been explaining to him but it gave much more questions than answers, and honestly it was kind of scaring Patton especially as he immediately went back to staring at a specific spot, and a long while back Virgil had introduced him to what weeping angels were, so now he was scared to look away when his kiddos stared at either him or a very specific spot that didn’t ever vary for a prolonged time.

After a bit Virgil came down and sat right next to Logan, who had been silently reading a book against the armrest,

Then the moment Virgil sat down and everybody got situated- not even a second later, Janus ran full force at the couch and threw himself onto them, eliciting a variety of startled yelps and shrieks from them, and after a moment of him just happily using all of theirs legs as pillows as they remained completely stunned, Roman, Logan, and Paton just started to make noises of both bewilderment and dramatic alarm, however, the former was more of Romans doing, despite the only Part of Janus that was even touching him was his arms, extended like a stretching cat, though honestly despite the earlier prank Patton felt like if it had been anyone else and not Janus who had done that Roman would make much more fanfare about the throwing themself at them at all, Patton smiled to himself at the notion before grabbing the remote and stretching to hand it to Logan, absentmindedly starting to card his fingers through Janus’s hair.

Janus smiled contently as he got comfortable, happy with just being so close to his family.

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It had been maybe two and a half movies before Patton looked around, about to tell them another movie-based pun before he realized that They all had fallen fast asleep, Roman’s head lulled to the side and leaning on him much more than patton realized, Virgil cuddling Logan closely, and Janus holding patton’s arm captive, close to his chest, Patton barely suppressed an adoring coo with just how adorable the scene was before he realized that one of them wasn’t asleep, though he wasn’t that far away from it.

He looked over to focus more on Logan, who was trying so hard to watch the movie, blinking his eyes open after they started drooping more than three times in a single minute.

Patton smiled fondly before quietly going “lo, dear, you should go to sleep,”

Logan paused as he processed his words before he gave Patton a sheepish- and very groggy- smile, then he looked down to his lap, doing his best to avoid eye contact, and Patton realized a very important thing as Logan mumbled “‘mm don’ wanna move,” because while Virgil was very cuddly currently, Logan was equally cuddly, and he appeared very content to be so.

Patton chuckled softly as he understood, before going to shake his head lovingly, “lo-lo you don’t have to go upstairs to go to bed, you can just go to sleep in the cuddle pile with us, I was just saying if you're sleepy it’d be good to go to sleep.”

Logan made a small little “oh” sound, making it abundantly obvious even if it wasnt already that he was too tired to of even considered that, before grinning so brightly and so groggily and happily collapsing into Virgil’s chest.

And Patton couldn’t see exactly but he wouldn’t be surprised if Logan instantly fell asleep, he gave a small chuckle before doing his best to cover everybody with the blankets they had gradually grabbed and brought over to the couch to make sure no one got cold in the middle of the night.

After he was done he grabbed the remote from where Logan had put it and turned the tv off, soon continuing to card his fingers through Janus’s hair with his non-stolen hand.

And as Janus just melted even more at the contact Patton’s heart just melted once.

It didnt take long for patton to start getting drowsy now that he didnt have something to pay attention to and soon Janus and Patton started to Have incoherent conversations, Patton didn't even know if he had partially awoken or if it was just mid-sleep mumbles, but it didn't matter because he wasn’t even forming real or coherent words either, suddenly too tired to even realize it.

And not long after he could only yawn as he tried to keep his eyes open, before just collapsing against Roman’s shoulder and being the final one to quickly doze off.

#ts janus #ts roman #ts patton #ts virgil #ts logan #im so sorry for next chapter #roman sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #amnesia rewrite #sanders sides fic #sanders sides writing #the cold one writes #fluff

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tsukikoayanosuke · 3 years

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YES, do the silver birthday continuation !!! I trough about asking you about it , but wasnt felling well and forgot anything about asking TvT Doesnt matter who wakes him up (through it would be fun to see everyone fighting to be the true love smoch, and wakes with a platonic kiss in the forehead/cheek by grimm pretty please) but if its other thing it would be great without doubt! Have a nice day!

I don't know who you re but who in the world you know my draft?! XD I've thought about Grim's platonic kiss ending since thought of making a sequel popped up because we need more platonic true love kiss!

So, enjoy this continuation!

Intentional Kiss

The party was doing great until it wasn't. The music suddenly stopped. It was like the air had been sucked out of the bright colored room, everyone stunned in the face of something they ha never seen before.

Malleus Draconia, Prefect of Diasomnia, stumbled into the party room. Before anyone could assume or commented that Malleus finally got his invitation, they realized he was carrying something.

Or someone to be exact.

In his arms, he was holding a first-year that everyone had known as the 'Captain of Ramshackle Dorm'. He was sleeping peacefully, cradled securely in Malleus' grip like a baby. That should be fine. But Malleus looked like he was on the verge of panicking. This was probably the first time anybody ever seen (except perhaps Lilia, Silver, and Sebek) Malleus so out of character.

"Get help."

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"What do you mean he can't wake up?" Deuce's question basically summed up everything that currently in their mind. The prefects, along with Crowley, Ace, Deuce, Grim, and Lilia were gathered back at the Ramshackle Dorm. Jonah was sleeping peacefully in his bed, under the blanket. He didn't look sick despite the sleeping curse.

Ace groaned, massaging his forehead. "How many time does this make him trying to get himself killed?" he muttered.

"He couldn't help it," Lilia spoke. He was sitting on the stool next to the bed, hand gently patting the blanket, trying to smoothed the wrinkle on the sheet. Glancing to the headmaster, he watched the man caressed the boy's head. If this was just an ordinary sight, Lilia might say that Crowley was trying to lulled Jonah to sleep. "The curse of the Witch of Thorn's spinning wheel is always looking for an innocence prey."

Riddle had his arm crossed in front if his chest, but his fingers kept tapping his upper arm. "If the curse still the same, does that mean the cure will also be the same?"

"'An act of true love thaws a frozen heart' was it?" asked Idia from the corner of the room.

"No that's a different curse," Malleus said. Most of the Prefect avoided the Diasomnia Leader because of the dangerous aura emitting from him. "'The princess can be woken from her death sleep, but only by true love's kiss. This curse will last till the end of time. No power on Earth can change it.' That was what she said."

Azul stopped shifting anxiously beside Riddle. "So, we just need someone to kiss him?"

"NO!" Everyone turned to Crowley who pulled Jonah's blanket until it reached his head. "I will not allowed all of you to kiss him on the lips without his consent!"

"He's in a sleeping death! He doesn't need consent!" Ace screamed back.

Kalim looked at the rest of the gang. "Does he love anyone?"

Leona shrugged from his position on the room's armchair. "We all know that brat is too dense to realized his own feeling."

Kalim hummed for a while, tapping his chin as he think. Then he perked up, hitting his palm with his first. He turned to Azul. "Azul should try first."

Azul's face immediately went red, meanwhile Ace and Deuce let out an incoherent sound of protest. "Wh-Why me?"

"Well, you like-like him, right?" Kalim asked back. "So it should work."

Ace stood up from the floor. "Like hell we'll let him go first before Riddle!"

It was Riddle's to blush heavily. "E-Eh?! D-Don't joke around!"

"So this is the power of harem protagonist," Idia muttered, to which Leona let out a tired sigh.

Vil finally stepped up, glaring at the two boys for their childishness. "As much as amusing this shipping war is, I don't want to see my baby brother got stuck in an every lasting slumber."

"Then why don't you start?" Leona said, lips curling up to challenge him. "It's not technically incest."

Vil glared at the lion, but he sighed in the end. "Alright then."

Everyone watched Vil walked up to the bed and pulled down the blanket, slightly disappointed that Jonah was still sleeping. Not waiting any longer, Vil bent down and kissed him squarely on the mouth. Quickly pulling back, he let out a sigh when there was no changes. Vil turned around, looking at the occupant of the room, one by one. "Well?"

Ace stepped next to Riddle, nudging him forward. "Come on, Prefect."

Riddle bit his lips. "What if it doesn't work?"

"We won't know if we don't try." Ace guided Riddle to stand near the bed. Riddle took a deep breath before kneeling, pressing an awkward kiss.

Nothing happened.

Riddle sighed. He stood up and turned to Azul. "You. Do it."

Azul raised both of his hands. "Riddle. What chance do I have if it doesn’t even work with you?"

"None of us want Jonah to sleep for a hundred years, right?" Riddle stepped forward, poking Azul on the chest. "So, take that risk."

Azul groaned. "Alright, alright." Walking toward the bed, Azul leaned down and kissed the sleeping pirate. He couldn't say that he was surprised when nothing happened. He glanced at Riddle. "Told you."

Riddle sighed. "It was worth a shot."

"Can I?" Kalim raised his hand. "Just to make sure..."

"Please." Azul stepped aside. Kalim walked to the bed.

"Sorry about this, Jonah." He dropped a lightning quick kiss against his lips. He let out a sigh of relief when Jonah stayed very unconscious. "Good. I-I mean, damn."

"Language." Leona stood up. He took a quick stride and gave Jonah a perfunctory kiss, much to everyone surprise of his spontaneous. "Well, now that's settled, I'll get the rest of the boy's harem."

"Hey, I'll come with you." Kalim followed Leona out of the door.

Lilia sighed. He gave the boy a small kiss. Nothing happened. He turned to Malleus. "Would you want to try?"

Malleus was silent, watching the sleeping boy. For some reason he felt guilty despite none of this was his undoing. Lilia walked toward him, giving him a pat on his back, enough to push him forward. Brushing the bangs out from the boy's face, Malleus leaned down and kissed him. Everyone let out a sigh of disappointment when nothing happened.

"Lilia, I'm going to find and alternate counter curse for this." Without waiting an answer, Malleus walked out the room, slamming the door behind him.

Lilia sighed. He turned to the remaining occupant. "Please, excuse us." He then walked out.

Deuce stood up from the floor. "I should try too." He knelt down next to the bed. "I swear, Captain. If it's me, I'll slam a cauldron at you." He kissed Jonah. He let out an exaggerated sigh of relief when nothing happened. He turned to Ace. "Your turn."

Ace rolled his eyes. "Don't make this sound weird." He quickly kissed his captain to no result. "Damn, we need to gather the whole school if this keep up. Why is he being difficult?"

Taking out the headmaster and Grim from the equation, everybody turned to the only person who hadn't had his turn.

Idia squeaked. "M-Me too?"

Azul rolled his eyes. "Come on, Idia. Be a good sport and kiss him."

Idia groaned. "Fine, fine." Quickly walking to the boy, Idia gave him a quick kiss and immediately step back.

"Not you either, huh," Riddle muttered. Idia sighed in relief.

"Can we keep Ortho out of this for now?" he asked. "If you're really desperate than I'll let him do it."

Crowley nodded. "Alright. The teachers won't be going into this yet as well."

The boy was still sleeping peacefully, unaware of the panic outside his sleeping realm. Grim flew down to the bed, curling up next to Jonah's head. You better wake up soon, Captain.

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And thus the parade of people walking into the Ramshackle Dorm to try to kiss the sleeping captain awake started.

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Jack and Epel stopped by. Epel kissed Jonah on the mouth. Nothing happened. He turned to Jack. "Come on, Jack. Your turn."

Ignoring the teasing grin from Epel, Jack kissed him. Nothing happened, but someone watching Jack blushing madly was pretty amusing.

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"If the Young Master thinks this will work then I'll do it!" Even Sebek's loud voice couldn't wake up Jonah. Nor his kiss. Nor even Silver's kiss. Lilia and Malleus tried to cheer both of them up, especially Sebek, from sulking to deep.

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"How tragic~" Rook wooed. "Forgive me, Vil. But it appears my kiss was not what he needed.

Vil sighed, watching his little brother worriedly. "We'll look again."

"As you wish."

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Ruggie pulled back from his kiss. Nothing happened. "Well, I tried." He turned to Leona, stretching out his palm. "My payment."

-----

Jade's kiss was short, but no avail.

When Floyd's kiss didn't work, he suddenly started to hugged Jonah until his joint nearly popped. It took all of Azul and Jade strength to pull him away. They didn't the captain to actually die from suffocation.

-----

Jamil felt very uncomfortable when kissing Jonah while Kalim was watching. Both of them were relieve when he didn't wake up.

-----

"A sleeping curse, huh?" Cater muttered. "Never thought I will see this happen."

"And only a kiss can wake him?" Trey asked.

Riddle sighed. "Hopefully."

Trey nodded. Going first, he kissed Jonah lightly. He shook his head. "Sorry, Riddle."

Cater tried next. It didn't work for him as well. "Anyone else?"

"We tried many already. But nothing worked," Riddle answered. Trey gave him a comforting one sided hug.

"We'll try more."

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Crowley stepped into the room once everyone was cleared. Grim was sitting next to Jonah's head, weakly patting his cheek. "Do you want to sleep with Mister Trappola and Spade, Grim?" Crowley asked, walking up to the bed.

Grim shook his head. "I'll stay. Just to make sure no one is going to get in in the middle on the night."

Crowley nodded, pulling a stool to sit next to Jonah, watching the boy in his enchanted sleep. Using the edge of the blanket, he wiped the boy's lips. He would probably be shook knowing that his first kiss was taken away when he was unconscious.

Brushing his finger to Jonah's cheek, Crowley couldn't help but feel sad with how cold it was. The boy is always warm like the sun, not cold like ice. Crowley sighed, brushing the bangs of his face. He slowly lowered his head to Jonah's, pressed a light kiss on the top of his head. "I hope you have a nice dream, my boy." He turned to Grim. "Protect him well, okay?"

Grim nodded firmly. "I will." Grim stared at Jonah before reading forward, giving a small lick on his cheek before nuzzling him.

"Thank you." Crowley stood up again before walking toward the door. He reached for the handle-

"Nngh..."

"Jonah?"

Cowley quickly turned around. Grim stood up on the bed, his paws on Jonah's cheeks. "Jonah! Oil!" The cat started to licked the boy's face as Crowley ran toward the bed again, watching with wide eyes behind his mask as the boy slowly opened his black eyes.

"Grim..." Jonah slurred, pushing Grim's head away. "You're spitting all over me."

"JONAH!" Grim collided forward, hugging Jonah around the neck. "You're awake!"

"Yeah..." Jonah coughed. "Don't choke me though."

"Oh, sorry!" Grim and Crowley helped Jonah sit up, watching the color flooded his skin. Once the coughing stopped, Jonah looked around.

"Where am I?"

"Back in your room," Crowley answered. "What is the last thing you remember?"

"Well..." Jonah massaged his temple. "I think it was a party in Diasomnia and I went to find Senior Draconia, and then..." he frowned. "I did something...?"

"Yeah." Crowley let out a chucked. "You pulled quite a stunt today."

Jonah looked even more confused. "What exactly did I do?"

"You pricked your finger on the spindle of a cursed spinning wheel," Crowley said.

"You pulled a Sleeping Beauty at us!" Grim added. "Stupid Sleeping Captain!"

"Geez, it's not like I want to be the next Sleeping Beauty." Then he realized something. He looked around the room, noticing the wasn't anyone else beside the three of them. "Then, who is my True Love Kiss?"

Crowley laughed. "Only you can pull this kind of thing, Mister Argentum."

"Wait. Who kissed me?"

"Either me or Crowley," Grim answered.

"And before you throw accusation..." Crowley put a hand on Jonah shoulder, stopping the boy from screaming in panic. "I think the only explanation I can think of is your True Love Kiss isn't romantically, but platonically. True Love Kiss is basically a really unbreakable bond between individual. In many cases, it's romantic love, but for you, my only guesses is the trust you give."

"Trust?"

"You just don't love someone because they're handsome or beautiful, but also trust and commitment. Tell me, Mister Argentum: knowing this, why do you think our kisses work while the others doesn't?"

Jonah looked down to his blanket. "Well... I guess I really trust you guys." He looked at Crowley. "Headmaster, you take care of me and I'm forever grateful for that. Not only that, you teach me many things I don't know. And uh..." He scratched his blushing cheek. "I guess I think you as a father for me."

Crowley laughed. "The feeling is mutual, my trouble-making son."

Jonah giggled and turn to Grim. "And you were there since the beginning. You are my best friend and I know you won't leave me alone."

"And I won't." Grim puffed up his chest proudly. "I will always be there for you even if the others are gone."

Jonah laughed. Crowley pulled the boy and the cat into a hug. "Thank you for waking me up," Jonah whispered.

Crowley pressed a light kiss on top of his head. "You are very welcome, my sleeping captain."

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ruffiorocks · 4 years

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Kara needs to realise she's in love with Lena on her own!!

This one for away from me! 😅

I've been seeing a lot of posts saying they wish Cat Grant would come back and tell Kara she is in love with Lena, or that Alex should tell her.

But the thing is, I don't want that to happen!

Guys, one of things that has been annoying people to no end is the fact that Kara has to be TOLD she's into someone. She had to be told she was into Mon El and she's basically being told she's into William.

Lena had to be told she had chemistry with James, a romance that came out of literally nowhere and didn't go anywhere but rock bottom because of the lack of build up, chemistry, communication and utter disrespect James had for Lena both as a girlfriend and as his boss.

Anyone who reads my posts knows I couldn't stand James, but at least he and Kara had actual chemistry in season one right from the get go. Kara didn't need to be told she was into James, she was aware of it. She did however have to be told by Alex that Adam was flirting with her.

So why would we want someone to once again tell Kara she is into someone rather than her coming to this realisation all on her own?

Should the writers ever put Kara and Lena together they need to come to the realisation that they are into each other all on their own. Constantly having to be told you are into someone is a poor way of showing a romance.

Antis would have a field day it Alex or anyone else told Kara she was in love with Lena. They would say the exact same thing we've been saying, that they had to be told this because there is no chemistry.

So no, I don't want Cat Grant to come back to tell Kara she's being and idiot and is in love with Lena. Should the writers want to make SC canon I want Kara to realise she's in love with Lena. I want the writers to stop making her an oblivious dumb ass who protests she isn't into someone only for another character to tell her she must be and for her to be like "yeah you must be right and I must be wrong " and to constantly second guess herself.

Kara had chemistry with Mon El but the relationship was riddled with problems, lies and a lack of respect. Not all on Mon Els part, Kara didn't have a lot of respect for him either and tried to push him into doing something he didn't want to do.

My biggest issue with Karamel and why I never saw it as endgame was because these two characters didn't really know all that much about eachother. Kara knew Mon El the ex royal guard and the new person he decided to be on Earth and Mon El knew Kara Danvers and Supergirl. Kara didn't know who Mon El truly was until just before she had to send him away. She found out he was the Prince she couldn't stand and they had no time to discuss it before he was yeeted into space. After Mon El came back he was someone completely different, he wasnt the Mon El she had known and Mon El finally got to meet Kara Zor El. This would have been good for me if he hadn't come back with a wife. But he did, and he still strung Kara along, even discussing his marriage issues with her to the point she told him she didn't want to hear it.

Now Kara and Lena have a similar issue. Lena got to know Kara Danvers and Supergirl but unlike Mon El she knew them as two separate people. Kara got to know Lena Luthor, Lena didn't have a secret second identity and didn't lie about who she was, she didn't pretend to be "Lena Thorul" or "Tess Mercer". Kara actively kept her identity a secret from Lena which would have been fine if she hadn't gone all OOC in season 3 and decided she could play Lena by being an ass to her as Supergirl but then come back and play nice and be Lena's bff as Kara Danvers. Yes, Lena kept secrets from Supergirl but she didn't do these things to hurt her, secrets were kept to protect Sam and it's not like Supergirl didn't keep secrets from Lena. Lena didn't tell Kara everything either, but why would she tell her civilian best friend about the top secret projects she was working on ? Or that she had met with Lex and was keeping him alive? What buisness is that of Kara Danvers?

Remember when Kara screamed at Mon El that she had given her heart to a lying Jack ass?

what if Lena believes she gave her heart to a lying Jack ass as well? Lena even told Kara that she had broken her heart.

The funny thing about these two is that no matter what they just can't forget about each other. Even when Supergirl was being an ass to Lena she was still there for her and Lena was still there for Supergirl. They may have been mad at each other but they came swooping in whenever the other needed help.

Remember the scene where Kara had hoped that what had happened wouldn't ruin their friendship? But Lena wasn't going to sit and take that and told her that she had real friends, ones that didn't lie to her and didn't ask her boyfriend to vilolate her trust? Kara or rather Supergirl looked broken and what did she do? Kara went straight back to Lena for the first time in RAO knows when as Kara Danvers so she could be with her best friend so she could have Lena in some way. But we still saw the guilt on her face when Lena said she could never trust Supergirl again.

Then we had the reveal and great RAO!! That was one of the most emotional scenes the show has ever produced. Kara was broken! She knew what she had done was wrong, keeping the secret for a while wasn't wrong but all the bull shit that came with it and the length of time was what was wrong. Kara herself has admitted this. Kara was practically hyperventilating when she revealed herself and when Lena just walked passed her she was broken. The look of utter relief when she believed Lena had forgiven her was amazing. Personally to me it looked like Lena really did in some way forgive her and couldn't bear to see Kara like that. She's always been weak around Kara, but the moment she was alone with the AI and only her thoughts for company the hard side of her that closes of any feelings of love came out.

Then we had Kara going out of her way to try to make Lena happy. She flew around the world to her her favourite things to make her happy. Lena really looked like she appreciated this , I know that she was pretending but part of me thinks she really did appreciate it. It only took a request and one pouty face from Lena for Kara to break the law, to go against advice not to do it just to make Lena happy. Non of that was healthy for either one of them, the problem was that they didn't really discuss the 3 years of lies and everything that came with it. They had a few tears and a hug and suddenly were bffs only with super benefits now. We know why Lena didn't bring it up, but Kara was willing to accept that everything was absolutely fine and she didn't really question it, she was to over the moon Lena seemed OK with her.

Then we had the scene in the Fortress. Lena may have been trying to play the big bad I don't need you Luthor in this scene but she failed miserably. This was Lena's turn to absolutely break down like Kara did at the award ceremony. There are true feeling of love between these two whichever type of love you decide it is. You don't break down over someone you don't care about. Lena shot Lex to keep the world and Kara safe even though she felt betrayed by Kara. Now I know people hate that Lena used Kryptonite , but I'm sorry Kara showed no signs of pain, only heart break. Plus no one gave a rats ass when Jonn or Alex used it on her and she showed it bloody hurt. Even after she was released from the fortress she showed no signs of being in any pain, so any 'torture' commentators can sit down before you hurt yourselves.

Kara STILL believed in Lena and didn't want her hurt when she was about to use the medusa virus. It was Alex who used and manipulated her. Kara was almost getting through to Lena before Alex decided trick her then to point a canon at Lena! Rememeber it was Hope that shot at Kara, Lena didn't want that to happen at all.

Lena is still fighting to help save the day even when she supposedly hates Kara. She helped during Crisis and even if she did 100% hate Kara and the super friends she is still the reason 1000s are still alive. But no one wants to remember that. No one wants to remember she's the reason National City survived the Daxamites, no one wants to remember how she helped with Reign. No one wants to rememeber how she re-created Harun El and cured cancer. No one wants to rememeber that she mass produced Harun El and gave it to Alura along with the recipe so Argo could survive. No one wants to remember she saved Argo a second time when she shot Lex. No one wants to remember that she saved all the aliens of National City from the isotope. No one wants rememeber she had a suit ready to save Supergirl from the poisoned air. Shall I go on? Lena Luthor is a hero, she's going down a dodgy path because she is hurt, confused, betrayed and traumatised but it doesn't mean she's evil. A lot of fans don't seem to understand the definition of the word at all, Lena isnt being good right now by any stretch of the imagination but she certainly isn't evil.

People keep saying how she should finally have her redemption, and how bad it is that the guys get theirs. But here's the thing, all those things I mentioned above? Those ARE Lena's redemption. To be completely honest, Lena came into the show with people believing she needed redemption because of her name. But she didn't, it wasnt Lena herself who needed the redemption, it was the family name. Lena hasn't redeemed the Luthor name so much because Lillian and Lex kept f**king it up, but my RAO she has more than earned her place as hero and not like her family at all. This right here? Is a set back and everyone likes to conveniently forget everything she's done.

The writers have made Lena very OOC this season. Personally I think she will give up on this idea of hers. Lena isn't an angel, but then neither is Kara, or Alex, or Jonn or Brainy. The only actual angels at the moment are probably Nia and Kelly since we haven't seen them do anything dodgy or kill anyone (I'm assuming bad past Brainy did) and have it glossed over like it didn't matter.

But now we have Kara still not being able to stop talking about Lena. Even in regards to possibly starting a relationship with William she can't help but compare it to what happened to Lena.

Now that was a lot, but bottom line is if Kara is in love with Lena SHE and only SHE needs to come to that realisation. Having someone else tell her would cheapen it and make it look like the writers had no choice but to have some tell Kara to make it real, just like that have been doing non stop so far.

Plus Lena and Kara can not start a relationship any time soon. That would be a terrible idea. They can realise they are in love but starting something together would be rushed and unhealthy. THERAPY! They have Kelly there! But personally I think Kelly giving any kind of therapy to her girlfriends sister and her brothers ex would be a conflict of interest. She would be biased in Kara's favour whether she would realise it or not.

Peace ✌

#supergirl season 5 #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #alex danvers #supercorp #kara zor el #anti james olsen #anti mon el #jonn jonnz #brainiac 5 #nia nal #kelly olsen #cat grant

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ljandersen · 4 years

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Author Interview

Thank you for tagging me @painterofhorizons @rpgwarrior4824 @ripley95things This looked familiar. When I looked back, I realized I had done this meme before, but I realized a lot has changed. Instead of reblogging, I decided to do an update.

I know some of you may have already done this meme, but I’ll go ahead and tag: @pigeontheoneandonly @spook-queen @maxrev @swaps55 @soldiermom1973 @salamanders-please @ooachilliaoo @citadelsushi @that-wasnt-so-bad @aricazorel @pushingsian @shotce @forlornmelody @serioussamiam @xenowriter and anyone else who wants to play. No obligation, of course. If anyone follows me who would enjoy being tagged in these games, just let me know. I’ll add you in the future. Likewise, if someone would rather I didn’t continue tagging them games, let me know that too.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Name: LJAndersen

Fandoms: Mass Effect Trilogy

Where You Post: AO3 and FFN (I’m not planning to post on FFN in the future. The decision is multi-factorial -- low traffic, security issues, and disapproval of their business philosophy)

Most Popular One-Shot: The Favorite It’s a Garrus/femShep and Wrex/femShep love triangle one shot set during ME-1 (humorous rivalry and grudging friendship). I wrote it for the 2019 Christmas gift exchange. Naturally, since it’s (slightly) Shakarian, it has the best stats.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: “About Mars . . .” It’s my ME-3 fShenko story that fills in gaps. I explore Shepard and Kaidan's reconciliation and how Tali and Garrus got together. It’s a lot of crew antics: the space hamster escaping, Christmas gift exchange, matchmaking trickery, drunk poker celebration, raiding the mess at night. It’s fun and fluffy with a touch of angst and bittersweetness. When it comes to why it’s the most popular, it’s a combination I think. It’s the last thing I posted and readership is probably highest on the last thing a writer posts, if they post consistently. It’s the longest story I’ve post chapter by chapter giving it more search air time. It’s fluffy/slight angsty and relationship-centered, which is probably more in line with what the average fanfic reader is looking to read (vs. something plot-heavy and involved).

Favorite Story You Wrote: “Burning Barriers” It’s my fShenko ME epic set post-war, action/adventure romance with some mystery and suspense thrown in. It’s actually three novel-length stories bound together: Shepard’s first mission aboard the Normandy after defeating the reapers, retrieving an artifact to restore the Sol relay. Kaidan’s Spectre investigation into what happened to Shepard on the Normandy and confronting his ghosts on Jump Zero. The last part is Kaidan and Shepard’s POV overlapping. It’s a joint Spectre investigation, sparked from what they learned in other parts, and their efforts to stop a catastrophic attack targeting the Council in Vancouver. It’s my favorite story, since it has an original plot, and I had freedom to stretch and explore the characters past canon.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: I haven’t been nervous posting my stories beyond the fear of hearing silence. There have been chapters or subplot directions where I wasn’t sure of the readers’ reactions. For a story as a whole, though, I haven’t been especially anxious, at least, not about living up to a standard or receiving hate for my story. What makes me anxious when posting is what makes all writers anxious. We all worry our hard work will be lost in the void. No one will read it. We won’t get feedback. I get anxious I’m wasting my time on something that won’t matter to anyone but me.

How You Choose Your Titles: I don’t have a method or a pattern. It’s what fits the story. Sometimes it pops out, an obvious phrase, and sometimes it’s a labor in discarding and narrowing ideas. Honestly, I don’t think any of my titles are particularly spectacular.

Complete: Six completed stories posted (2 one-shots and 4 multichapter fics)

Incomplete: None that are posted. My long-term WIP, “Someplace Like Home,” is in the second-draft stage. I don’t post until I’ve finished a story and edited it.

Do You Outline? No. I know the ending of my story and I know the beats I want to hit along the way, but I’m more of a discovery writer. I make up as I go how the points connect. It feels more organic and surprising. When I’ve tried outlining a story, it becomes mechanical and joyless. Since I do intensive editing after the first draft, I can fix the mistakes I create in discovering the story as I write it. After the first draft is written, I can streamline, reshape, and trim the story into something more polished.

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: I have a few one-shot ideas, even one I’ve started, but my main push is to get my long project to a point of posting. “Someplace Like Home” took a year and a half to write, and I’m finally in the second draft stage. Since it’s such a large piece, I’m planning on breaking the story into parts. I’m focusing on completing a second draft of part 1, then I’ll do a third draft and start posting it. While posting part 1, I can work on the second and third draft of the next section. It’s been a long effort to get it this far, and it will feel kind of surreal to have a part of it finished.

Do You Accept Prompts? I had a reader say she’d enjoy seeing my take on Horizon and Mars, which actually led me to write my multichapter fics “About Horizon . . .” and “About Mars . . .” It was a nice break from writing my plot-heavy main WIP. I’d never considered writing anything set in-game, because it felt too restrictive and redundant for how I like to write. From that reader’s encouragement, though, I actually ended up writing something I never would have considered writing before. That’s the closest I’ve come to receiving a prompt. I would eagerly accept them, of course, and be flattered. I couldn’t promise I’d do them right now. I have a lot of emphasis in my larger project right now.

Most Excited to Write: Though the first draft of “Someplace Like Home” is written, I’m excited to write the second draft. Since I know the whole story as whole now, it’s fun to flesh out the second draft, add more foreshadowing and create some irony. It’s been fun rereading my story as I do the second draft. The third draft, though, which is less broad in scope, more paragraph/sentence level will be like pulling teeth. I love to tell a story, but I hate nitpicking the way it’s told. It’s an important focus of editing, though, and certainly an area where I need the most work.

#author interview #meme #Mass Effect #Fanfiction

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Hi! I have a Darkwing request! In the show, there is one clip where Gos needs to get in bed, but she won’t. So Drake chases her, until he gets distracted. It was such a cute moment! I was wondering if you could write just a small amount of family fluff, where Drake is chasing Gos around the house, while Launchpad watches, possibly cheering them both on. It’s ok if you don’t! No pressure! That moment is just really cute!

EEEE!!!! I DIDNT EXPECT A REQUEST THIS EARLY!!!! THANK YOU!!!

Anyways, I better calm down so you can (hopefully) enjoy a drabble! I'm still new to writing so hopefully it wont suck too much.

"GOSALYN!"

The red headed girl slid under the coffee table, her father jumped over it.

Launchpad was standing off to the side as he watched his two best friends chase each other around the house. He knew well by now it was best to stay out of the way when they got like this.

"C'mon 'DW!" The pelican called out after dodging the two speeding avians, "Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if 'Gos stayed up for a little longer?" He asked, trying to reach a compromise.

"Yeah dad!" Of course Gosalyn would agree with that, "It's only 10:30! I'm twelve now so I can stay up a bit longer!"

Drake may have been a crime fighting hero, but if there was one person in the entire world who could give him a run for his money, it was most definitely his daughter. He may have been fighting criminals for years, but Gosalyn was small, a hockey player, and spirited.

"Staying up past your bedtime is bad for your health!" Drake exclaimed after emerging from the closet he crashed into, "When I say it's time for bed young lady, I mean it!"

Drake had almost caught Gosalyn, before she leapt out of his grasp and over the lazy boy. Exasperated, he called out to his trusty sidekick, "Launchpad!"

Launchpad jumped out of the way just in time before either duck rammed into him, "Well uh, you know 'Gos, your dad's right! Not getting enough sleep can make you tired all the time and you cant focus on work, you could get bags under your eyes, maybe you should go to be-"

The crash and frustrated yell that was heard from the kitchen told Launchpad that they were all gonna be here for awhile.

The short duck sluggishly walked down the stairs, he looked like he had just ran a marathon!

Which considering who he was chasing around the house only an hour ago, he probably did.

Gosalyn had finally tuckered out after... a few hours or so of running, hiding, and sneaking out of bed. Drake was finally able to tuck her in, sing her her lullaby- despite how much she claimed she was too old, Drake could see the smile form on Gosalyn's face when he offered to sing it to her. Only minutes ago was she resisting bedtime, but now she was sound asleep.

Drake practically collapsed onto the couch, Launchpad was waiting for him with a glass of water, which Drake wasted no time in chugging.

Launchpad chuckled a bit seeing his friend, he would have been more than happy to help but Drake insisted on getting Gosalyn to bed himself, "Looks like 'Gos finally hit the hay huh?"

Drake looked like he was ready to pass out himself, he didnt respond so Launchpad continued, "Looks like your battery could use a little recharge too! Hehe."

"What? No I'm fine!" The duck claimed, raising a single finger in the air, forcing himself to stand and make a heroic pose, "My spirited daughter is no match for the terror that flaps in the night!"

Launchpad resisted the urge to remind Drake that Gosalyn had actually threw him off her trail without leaving the house.

Instead, he stood up and stretched, "So DW, we got any crime fighting to catch up on?"

At this, the mallard sunk back on the couch, looking dejected and frustrated at the same time, "No! Not a single crime tonight! Since when dies a city not have crime!?"

Nevermind the fact that this has happened a couple times.

Launchpad offered Drake a reassuring smile, "Hey, that means you can get some rest! From the looks of things you need a nap after that chase, hehe!"

Drake gave Launchpad a slight glare, he knew that the pelican meant well, but how could he rest when his city could be in trouble? "Oh please LP, hasn't being my sidekick taught you anything? St. Canard is never 'at peace'! In fact, I bet there will be a robbery right now!" Than he clicked on the radio that was sitting on the lamp table.

Nothing to report.

"Uh, DW-"

"Ok, ok, ok, so maybe the broadcaster is late!" Drake exclaimed, "Theres no problem in checking!"

Launchpad sighed as he watched his friend head over to the two chairs that would lead to his secret lair. Sitting on one, he looked expectantly at Launchpad, "C'mon LP!"

Launchpad stood up and walked towards Drake, but he didnt sit down in the other chair, "C'mon DW," he started, "It's late! And Gosalyn tuckered you out! Theres no harm in taking a power nap!"

Drake shook his head as he looked at Launchpad scoldingly, "Launchpad, like I told you, imperfectly Fi..."

As if on cue, Drake let out a massive yawn.

...

Launchpad crossed his arms and quirked a brow at Drake but he still smiled, "That looks pretty tired to me."

Drake crossed his arms, not unlike a child who didnt get their way, "I'm not tired!"

Launchpad shook his head, not in a dissapointed manner, and said, "Drake, you havent been getting much sleep lately, you should take this chance!"

Logically speaking, Drake knew Launchpad was right. He had to tell Gosalyn that every other night. But st the same time, he wasnt a twelve year old, he was St. Canards hero! He couldnt just sleep now!

Even so, Drake couldnt deny the way his eyes felt droopy, or how it felt like the chair he was sitting in felt like it was pulling him into itself. Not to smother him, but to lull him to sleep.

Of course, no chair- no matter how comfy it may be- was no match for the great Darkwing Duck! He would rise above this bout of exhaustion! He would show the world that nothing could keep the terror that flaps in the night down!

However, he should have made that resolve sooner, for now the hero of St. Canard had succumbed to the clutches of sleep.

...

'Wow,' the pelican thought, 'I didnt think that would work!'

At first, Launchpad considered carrying Drake upstairs to his own bedroom, but than he remembered that with Drakes instincts, he would be wide awake and alert if someone touched him.

So instead, Launchpad quickly, but quietly, got a spare blanket from the linen closet and carefully placed it over his friend. He wanted to grab a pillow too, but he would have to have moved Drakes head to fit it under him.

When he made sure Drake was snug, Launchpad sat back down on the couch, leaning his head against his palm as he felt his own eyes get droopy.

Launchpad would have gone to his own bedroom to sleep, but before he knew it, he had fallen against the couch, already snoring peacefully.

End.

I meant to get this done sooner, but I was having a hard time getting the scenes in my head and portraying them into words, sorry for the wait!

I... I dont know if it's just my own paranoia, but I feel like the ending was bland. I coukdnt think of anything else to put in.

But anyways, I would VERY much appreciate constructive criticism! Dont be shy!

Again, thank you so much for requesting! Have a good day!

#Darkwing Duck #Drake Mallard #Gosalyn Mallard #Launchpad McQuack #family #fluff #my own post #writing #i meant for this to ve friends looking out fir each other #but i can understand why anyone coukd see this as shipping.#i hope you enjoy!

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apologies-in-advance · 3 years

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scene bucket #6

kristin: what if percy could sing

under the water?

like...sirens?

marion: :o

kristin: but like, he can't above water.

but when he's under it

it's like...

marion: oof-

like in harry potter!

kristin: idk

what happnes

marion: the merpeople's song is beautiful underwater

kristin: ok

marion: but in air it just sounds like high-pitched screaming XD

kristin: yeah like that!

but under the water it's like the best singing any of them has ever heard

marion: aw

so no one hears it except annabeth and no one believes her

kristin: oh gods yes

UNTIL

one day when they're under the water and they need a song to open a door

(kinda like in TLO/hadestown)

marion: ooh

kristin: ooooh

wait

but then Piper could just sing

marion: ew piper

kristin: cus i have a feeling unless he needs to, he won't sing

marion: piper cant sing

piper cannot sing

what would she sing???

kristin: pretty sure it’s canon

marion: no matter what she sings it has charmspeak tho

kristin: like, she sings summertime

marion: so...

kristin: right???

marion: she could accidently do something to the others with charmspeak tho

kristin: oooh yeah, okay

so Percy has to do it

marion: percy's just oh ok

kristin: sighs real deeply

(but wait, why are they underwater?)

marion: idk

kristin: eurhguh...so maybe they're on the Argo

and somebody/something throws them overboard? so i need a monster

a greek monster

y'know any?

marion: chimaera? arai

kristin: like, he hasn't fought, mayb?

that they would find

on a boat?

marion: khione and the ice spirits mebbe?

he wasnt there for that

kristin: hmmm

so like, i need something that's gonna throw the seven (and hedge?) overboard

marion: KYM

kristin: OOH

so like, an AE, or just like, revenge?

marion: revenge as a screw you to her half-brother and bc she hasnt gotten her figurine yet

kristin: HAH

took you too long, little brother

marion: she demands a better advertising campaign

kristin: and now she demands assistance

as insurance

this time, the storms stronger

marion: oohoohooh

kym is mad

kym is real mad

kristin: yes and guess what?

she throws 'em overboard, and Percy has to make airbubles (like he did with Jason)

marion: ah, wait

you mean with annabeth

jason summoned a storm spirit i think

kristin: OH! Right

marion: vent...us?

kristin: pfft

marion: vent ai?

kristin: Dylan

marion: something

yeah him

kristin: (hah)

which kinda wears him out, just a bit, by the end of it, because he has to do it a long time

(the airbubbles)

marion: true

he has to keep cycling air for these pathetic non-sea people

kristin: xD

he just complains about it the whole time

"stupid mouth breathers"

marion: can't you just breath like a normal person

kristin: pfftt

marion: we are normal people you're the half-fish guy

he gasps, all indignant. "I am not half fish"

"then what in Hades names are you, Percy?"

marion: half-...

kristin: "Annabeth, you're supposed to be on my side!"

marion: which side? the human one or the fish one?

kristin: xDD

marion: -_-.

kristin: pfft

but like, she sends them down to this place

Wait?

which body of water are they in?

where are they?

i'm trying to be as accurate as possible here

marion: hmoshenhahoce

kristin: ANancient lands?

marion: idk

assuming they're on the argo? the middle of the atlantic ocean probably

kristin: okay, cool

hold on.

so part of the war world 2

there was this big battle in the atlantic right?

marion: erm

i think

kristin: (yes, it's true, i wikid it)

basically there was submarines for the navy and stuff, and some of them like sunk

so...i'm thinking if she lead them into one of those, right?

marion: hm

trap them in a subright

sounds like kym

kristin: xD

except

there's a problem

you wouldn't need to sing to open a submarine door

marion: hMMmmMMM

kristin: maybe like...magic?

but idk how far that goes…

marion: magik

DOOOH OOHOOH

kristin: what?

marion: magik activated by something dumb like the song of the sea

or something

kristin: yeah yehayeah

okaokay

so...how does she do it though?

like, she just does storms and stuff.

marion: eruhha

oops

i have no clue

i know there's a lot of minor sea deities

kristin: yeah

marion: but i know nothing about them

kristin: hold on lemme do the google

marion: keurgh

kristin: Are you serious?!? Google says there are 270 water gods. 270.

marion: 😐

kristin: *sigh* okay

what is the goddess? of magic

marion: ok den

hecate

kristin: Right

so...idk maybe like (it's a stretch, for sure)but maybe like she pairs up with like a child of hecate?

or smth, idk....hm

marion: hecate joined kronos? i think? or gaea

uhm

kristin: Kronos

marion: so maybe hecate herself would help

she was mad b/c she wanted recognition

kristin: yeah, but she also helped the seven, right

like taught Hazel how to do the whole magiked thing

right?

with her farting weasel

marion: hmuH

yes

dang it

but,she can't control her children?

so...?

so kym says she can give hecate recognition!

kristin: okay

right bc kym wants recognition too

yeah yeah

and she uses her whole "figurine" as bait

she's like oh yeah, these demigods promised

y'know. we're gonna get recognition.and at first, maybe the kid (his name is....shawn,,,)he's like, i dunno man

but Kym's like oh no you won't have to kill them. we won't even hurt them

we just have to remind them of their promise

marion: ooh kreepy kym

remind zem of zer promize

kristin: so, kym and sean (?)...yeah, sean

marion: oof

kristin: kym and sean

dum-dum-duuuuum

marion: kim and sean

kristin: anyways

The seven swim down there, with an annoyingly complaining Percy, and uh-they get down there, right.

and they go into this old submarine, that's mostly intact

except, there are holes and rips and stuffs so it slowly sunk

marion: and it demands magik like ursula stealing a voice

kristin: right

before they go in? or after when they try to leave?

marion: tryint to leave probably

kristin: yeah, maybe she's got the Argo somewhere

so, like she stoled it?

marion: yeah

kristin: and they go in, and Sean closes the doorway, when they enter. they're locked in (because they don't know how to open it yet)

sorry, got distracted

marion: oooh maybe it gets real dark in there, so they like can't see anything

at first

kristin: (ugh sorry)

marion: and they're paniking and percy's trying to tell them he wont let them drown

kristin: yeah

like, he's like slightly internally panicking b/c

y'know drowning.

but, he's just trying to reassure them.

(im sorry, i'm typing something)

marion: true

but, he's like, guys, guys, calm down

he's like i swear i wont let you drown while internally what if i drown

kristin: yeah

and then maybe Leo says something like"we can't see, aquaman. why aren't you freaking out?"and maybe he's freaking out the worst, because he's got fire powers?

marion: and water stops fire and he's fire oh no what if the water isn't good for him 'im useless underwater fire is light and we need light but fire cant exist underwater

kristin: 'leo, calm down, if water wasn't good for you you'd be dehydrated’

Wait

remember that scene in TLT where he's underwater

and he the lighter still burns?

marion: hmoh yeah

and he's like leo look

kristin: buddy, there's a thing i can do

and at first he's not listening he's just nonoono this isn't good

marion: 'frick no the one thing i can do and the one time we really need it i cant do it'

kristin: "leo!"

"What?!

"calm down"

"Well, he's got a point" annabeth says

and Percy's about to lose it, "Just listen! For a minute!"

marion: One minute

kristin: haha

marion: all i ask

one. minute.

kristin: if like

Leo was like

"Well, we're actually trying to figure it out. you're just sitting there telling us to stop talking"

"Yeah, how are we supposed to figure it out if we can't talk" Hazel points out

marion: -_-

kristin: xD

"stupid mouth breathers"

marion: normies

kristin: can't you just breathe like i do

frank overhears his little rant

"What like a fish?"

Percy just fixes him with this look

like, really?

marion: was that necessary

kristin: "GUYS!" he finally says

marion: really, frank

kristin: (haha, yeah)-also kym and seans just watching them like, idiots-

marion: "what!?!"

(vivid memory of the beginning of drive- GUYS! WE JUST EXPLODED A BUS)

kristin: (Hahahaha)

"ALL I HAve to do is hold Leo's hand"

silence

marion: aw how sweet-

kristin: "Shut up, Piper?

marion: hA

kristin: "Perce, man you know I love you but, I don't swing that way"

"No, LEo!"

Annabeth just snorts

marion: percy's so done

kristin: why am i here i could just let them drown

marion: *sigh* (er, as well as you can sigh underwater)

kristin: (hA)

"Look, when i was twelve, after a jumped off the arch,"

he looks at Annabeth, and she nods

(the others are like, What?!)

marion: what-THE arch????

kristin: What Arch??!

as in the gateway arch???

wHenwHY

kristin: "Unimportant"

"WHAT?!

marion: un-unimPORtANt

kristin: pfft he says something snarky like

"i was in a really bad place at the time, okay,"

and Annabeth starts laughing, while the others just stare at him wide-eyed

"Anyways, I was at the bottom of the ocean, and there was this slimy McDonalds rag-"

Hazel's like, "What's McDonalds"

marion:...wha-hazel how do you not know what mcdonalds is? your brother is nico

kristin: xDD ooh maybe Piper, who doesn't know about Hazel's past is just like

What?!

like-what-

Percy sighs, again (?) am i ever gonna get through this?

marion: who knows

the others are intent on not letting him, apparently

kristin: oh, look i'm talking to myself again

marion: pfft

kristin: "Do you want me to drown you guys?"

marion: panicked cries

kristin: "PErcy! We're literally under the water, with only you being the thing keeping us alive

You CANNOT

joke about that?"

marion: >:)

yes he can

kristin: >:}

and yes he will

"Then shut up and let me talk

for gods' sake."

"Or, for your sake,"

marion: not the timE

let me finish

kristin: hAh

"ANYWAYS" he grits out

"I lit this match, right"

"Why would you do that? you were underwater. that's the dumbest idea I've ever heard."

marion: lighter, i think

kristin: *oops

"LEO VALDEZ! I swear on my mother's life that if you don't SHUT UP

I will go over there and strangle you with my bear hands, and I won't even let you drown. I'll just do it"

marion: .-.

kristin: XD

marion: touchy

kristin: he growls."I lit this*lighter* and it wokred, okay?"

*worked

"So, maybe, if you guys shut up, and we get throgh this, we can tyr it with Leo"

marion: annabeth is like you never mentioned trying to commit arson at the bottom of a body of water? also how does that even work? percy just needs her to be quiet

kristin: x'D

next time I try to commit arson at the bottom of the mississippi river, i'll make sure you're there

you can be the subject of the arson.

marion: :o pfft

kristin: "Okay, but I still don't want to hold water boys hand"

"Would you rather die?" Frank asks, drily

marion: haha no

kristin: "that's what i thought"

"okay, but do you want to hold his han-"

"Leo, do it,"Annabeth says.

He just grumbles, "easy for you to say, you probably do it all the time," but does it anyway

marion: and his hand lights up!

kristin: !!!WOO!

Percy, you're a genius!

marion: oh nOW im the smart one

kristin: :D

pffft

"Ah, yes, I see you've finally figured it out"

an all-too-familiar voice says from behind them

marion: uhoh it's kYmkYm, kYm, the gArbAgE bIn

kristin: pfft

hahahah

where'd you hear that?!

xDD

marion: i made it up rn

kristin: xDD that's so great

haha

marion: ^^

kristin: imagine one of the seven saying that though(like jason, leo, or percy?)

marion: oh look it's kym, kym the garbage BIN leave us AlOnE

probably leo

kristin: yeah, probably.

like, i'd burn you but my mom said not to burn trash

Jason glares at him like shut up, really?

there's a time and a place, man, a time and a place

marion: mom said not to start dumpster fires

LEO BE qUIET

kristin: "No, im kinda with Leo on this one"

"perCY!"

Kym just lets out her dolphin laugh (which *shiver*)

marion: ew

kristin: hA

marion: kym is his siter

sister*

kristin: i feel bad for him

marion: which is kind of strange

kristin: he has awful siblings (besides tyson whose awesome)

anyways, so that's when it gets serious

marion: :0

*gasp*

kristin: what?!

marion: it gets s e r i o u s

kristin: haHA

Leo wants his boat back, and really they just need the boat backlike, y'know don't want the mother earth destroying the world

marion: kym is just upset

kristin: yeah, like i just want my stuff,

marion: mad at being called a dumpster fire

kristin: yeah, that too xD

"What do you want, Kym?" Jason asks

marion: i was going to say my figurine but now…

kristin: ReVeNgE (cue maniacle laughter)(pfft, idk)

marion: hAHAHHhhHhHHAHHAHA

percy: oh wow what a new plot

kristin: (less maniacle, more dolphin, he mutters)

marion: lol

kristin: (Percy's not too happy about this, because he remembers last time)

marion: percy wants to leave

kristin: yeah, rly

marion: but apparently his mentally disturbed half-sister demands revenge

kristin: *which one?*

marion: oh, the one with the dolphin laugh

kristin: He just sighs, resigned, "Look, Kym, just give us our boat back, okay?"

"Why would I do that? I don't have my merchandise yet, and you're elf friend called me trash"

marion: everyone (bar jason and percy) is so confused-

merchandise??? what????

kristin: hahah really

Leo's also slightly indignant

marion: elF-

kristin: "Who you callin elf, lady? you're one to talk you sound like a dolphin." Jason and Percy wince, because last time that was mentioned....oof.

Annabeth notices them and she's like, "You know this...her?"

percy: yeah she's my half-sister

annabeth: *sighs*

of course she is.

annabeth: honestly, percy you have the worst siblings

percy: ikr?!

marion: thalia: he's annoying, but i would never kill jason

hazel: nico is my brother! no way i'd ever hurt him!!!

percy: i can think of several siblings i would very much like to murder.

percy: not you, tyson. you're awesome.

percy: kym tried to kill me, tyson hates me, dolphin captain boy also tried to kill me...

not tyson i meant triton. triton hates him

tyson is a lovely peanut butter boi

kristin: xDD

Kyms like: "ANyways!!" as Percy just starts listing them off xD

marion: ANYWAYSSSSSS

wasn't there some guy where you had to clean his feet but he'd kick you off a cliff???

and percy was his half-brother

and hazel used the mist against him or something

maybe i should look into that

oh that guy with an underground fighting ring in the labyrinth

hes poseidon too

and i think polyphemus is as well

the one who kidnapped grover

these numbers are not good

kristin: the bandit guy or whatever, yeah

and the underground ring guy swas uhm

marion: murder and scacrifice

kristin: oof yeah

marion: b l o o d

b l o o d w i l l b e s h e d

kristin: antaeus!

marion: oof

kristin: wait that doesn't sound right

hold on

oh wait...

marion: hm

kristin: no it is

marion: oh ok

I am his favorite son! Behold, my temple to the Earthshaker, built from the skulls of all those I've killed in his name! Your skull shall join them!

dang, kid. slow down.

and bandit guy was

sciron

marion: ew

i hate them all

they're all so

...

extra????

kristin: so....

marion: idk

kristin: yeah, exactly

percy's just like guys, guys, come on.

let's calm dow-

*gets stabbed*

kristin: basically

child of hecate

sean

grren hair

with

orange highlites

marion: ooh

didnt know he had dyed hair

or he magiked it and cant fix it

kristin: its not dyed

and yes

it was his sister...

marion: lol

shermn

erUGH

i don't know where to take this

marion: oof

ok sean and kym

in a submarine

kristin: sean and kym

marion: and the 7

kristin: with the others

yeah

marion: hmmm

so, like where were we?

marion: pfft

kristin: Okay, okay.

Introducing them to her?

like, they're still like

whose she??

marion: and percy and jazon know

like oh it's y o y

y o u*

kristin: oh it's you

...

gross

marion: kym: *offended storm noises*

kristin: Percy: okay, okay, chill. we just want our boat, sis

(also, imagine how gross it would feel calling that thing your sister)

So, Percy explains (the short version- very short) what happened last time

like, oh yeah, she tried to kill me and jason until we promised action figures.

and then, sean shows up and annabeth's like so...

whose this kid?

they're like...we dunno

marion: idk bro

kristin: annie: i thought you said you knEW what do you have short term memory loss

percy: nO. i JUST got over my loNG TERM memory loSS

marion: pfft-

kristin: oof-

aren't you supposed to be the one that knows everything?

marion: yeah annaBeTH

kristin: "i can see why, now, percy wanted to strangle you, leo"

marion: hA

kristin: "piper, why are you laughing. this is serious"

"i'm sorry it's just, honestly surprised she hasn't said that sooner"

marion: kym is just completely ignored in the background

kristin: seans like

what?!

these are the people that we're after?

marion: these children aren't worth my time.

poor kym

all that effort

kristin: xD

marion: for 7 squabbling kids

kristin: xDD

really, tho

"RAAAH!"

marion: SHUT UP YOU IDIOTIC DEMIGODS

kristin: PAY ATTENTION TO ME

marion: M E E E E

kristin: *snorts*

please, lady

if we had to pay attention to every monster that we came across

we'd never have time for anything else

marion: they'd start to think we actually cared

and trust us,

we don't

kym is so done

done

she's like fed up

kristin: "Do you want your boat or not?!"

marion: oh yes. very much yes.

kristin: then listen to me!!!

okay, okay, chiil

*chiiilll

(pfft, chili_

*) eurgh

marion: c h i ll

leo: ok seriously guys sh shhhh i want my boat back

piper: *hysterical laughter

leo: shhshshshshhshsh

kristin: xD

marion: really

leo: you're making me laugHhhHH pleASe shhshshhshHSHHSH

kristin: *bursts into laughter

*the others join

marion: sean: let's just kill them. please.

kristin: *i'm sorry, distractions are too much rn*

marion: (oof same im not allowed to have paper and pencil in front of me anymore)

kristin: xDD

(honestly sammeee)

okay, okay, so Kym's actually done now and she shuts them up

"LISTEn, if you don't shut up i'm gonna kill you without telling you where your boat is"

marion: *silence*

kristin: "Now."

"That I have you undivided attention

(does she have octupus tentacles??)

marion: idk

she has storms

kristin: hA

okay, lemme do the rick fandom page thingy

marion: to the fandom wiki

kristin: exactly

" Before Jason and Percy leave, she warns them that Percy's fatal flaw may cost them the world. "

idk i thought that was important

not an octupus

marion: hm

water, tho

lots of water

kristin: pfft

okay, so like

if she uses her magiked powers to knock [enter name here] against the wall

marion: frank why not

kristin: yeah, sure.

she uses her (epic) storm powers, and knocks frank against the wall

"Hey!" Jason yells as he hits his headdddd

marion: oW

kristin: that hurted

meany

(pfft, im sorry)

marion: ew kym

kristin: eww

( i don't know how to write a fight scene, ngl )

marion:i dont either

like in the lightning thief musical fight with ares

duck- ow- get to the ocean

kristin: pffft hahahah

marion: aurgh-

like that's all i get out of listening to it

kristin: xDD

same

marion: like ow- ow ow

kristin: stOP

pleASE

does jason stil lhave his coin/sowrd/thingy?

marion: i think

probably\

kristin: to the fandom wiki

did you know its name is ivlivs?

like, wtheck?

IVLIVS was a gold coin which belonged to Jason Grace until its destruction in The Lost Hero.

marion: IVLIVS

kristin: xD

what does that m_e_a_n??

Okay, he uses a golden roman galdius

marion: sounds like roamn nurmerals

cannot type

kristin: oooh

hold on man

there's not answer

i looked up ivlis meaning and got

The Lost Hero

IVLIVS was a gold coin which belonged to Jason Grace until its destruction in The Lost Hero.

I guess there was a guy named ivlis caesar

in rome

or smth

marion: ah

kristin: hM

anyways,

so like, jason comes after kym with his sword

but sean intercepts and like blocks it?

(im so bad at this help)

and then they jab for a while

marion: hm

idk

im worse

like???

stab...?

kristin: like, rick and other fanfic writers used all these fancy terms

i'm like what?

it all means the same to me: stab.

marion: stab, jab, parry,

idk

kristin: ikr

ffff

marion: merder???

kristin: pfft

stab stAB STAB

(is it possible to just skip and say they beat kym?)

marion: yes please

please

kristin: okay good

so after a lot of stabbies and persuading, kym finally lets them go?

marion: yes bc we suck at fight scenes

kristin: Exactly.

she's like, "if you don't get my action figure in the manufacturing phase by next month, i'm gonna eat you"

"or something"

but, what they don't know is that she's got one last trick up her sleeve.

marion: uh oh

Boom!

explosion

(jk, its a magic door)

marion: magik dooroororor

doorororo

kristin: she and her friend leaves, in a poof of smoke (curtesy of sean)

and the seven are left

bruised and slightly beat up.

underwater in a submarine

marion: welp

kristin: percy shrugs he's like, "okay, let's go"

and the others shrug and nod

and then

marion: why- why isn't it openin

pull not push mebbe?

it's not working

what do you mean it's not working

i mean it's not working what do you think i mean

let me try

see i told you it's not working

kristin: well, maybe we need to like warm it up?

is there a key somewhere?

a pass code?

fingerprints?

marion: nO there's nothing

there's always something maybe you broke the handle

there was never a handle!

kristin: then how did it open?!

i dunno...it just did

marion: then why. isn't it. OPENING

kristin: i. don't. KNOW.

after several (failed) attmepts, Annabeth growls, and kicks the door.

marion: ow

kristin:(right) doesn't do much, obviously, so they all sit down to think.

well, is there someway we've got to activate it?

like, i dunno. pipes try charmspeaking it.

"it's a door. you really think you can charmspeak a door?"

"hey, she did it with festus. who knows"

marion: yeah it worked with festus right it should work here

...

nothing happens

kristin: eURHG

marion: well what now

"i don't understand. did you guys break it?!"

marion: we can't sit here at the bottom of the ocean forever- no i didn't breAK iT

it's a massive door how would i even have broken it

everyone is just steadily getting more aggressive

kristin: I don't KNOW!

percy's getting a bit tired because of his bubble magik ,"guys, slow down, we're kind of on a time limit, here"

marion: oh frick yeah he's right

so we die if we dont open the dumb door

yes

uhm

kristin: just checking

marion: try...

uhM

kristin: try licking it

marion: what do we try next

kristin: "Leo WHAT?!"

marion: hey maybe that's all it needs

absolutely not

let's be reasonable

reasonable??? we're about to drown at the bottom of the ocean, reason has failed us all

kristin: percy has to sit down to calm down

* i meant cuz he's getting dizzy

marion: look i cant open the door, you cant open the door. how do we open the door

ok maybe it has to be a specfic person???

pfft yeah right specific person? it's a door it doesn't have preferences

kristin: hA

marion: well what's your grand ideea

kristin: ...

thought so.

so, who hasn't tried yet?

marion: could leo burn it???

kristin: burnnnn

marion: i dont even know who's talking anymore

kristin: yeah, i don't either lol

marion: leo just comes up and tries to burn it

wow that helped

hey at least im trying

look we need to calm down and no one is helping

does the door like- say anything???

kristin: also, i'm gonna pass out

the door has spoketh

marion: percy what the frick

you are literally the only reason we are alive rn don't you dare pass out

kristin: well, i won't do it on purpose

marion: percy i will punch you awake if necessary

kristin: he's breathing real heavy (what's wrong with you? i dunno, you try making seven huge bubbles for two hours under the water.)

-dik how long they've been there-

*idk pfft

marion: everyone is freaking out and jason is holding his breath

can someone please open the door so we can not drOWN

kristin: "okay, okay. frank you try opening it, since you haven't yet. or, better yet, try rhinocering it open"

"fairly certain that's not a verb"

"whatever, we're gonna die, man, just do it"

...

at first, y'know, it's letting up,

but it still doesn't open. it just dents it.

marion: fantastic now it probably wont open normally

hey it's progress

at least we tried

kristin: what else is there to do?!

marion: yeah well trying isnt going to keep us from drowning

what are we even going to do now just wait for our deaths

aw heck no im not dying by drowning with water boy here

that's just pathetic

kristin: "at this point, it is, because there's nothing else we can do, and percy looks about ready to die."

marion: *heavy breathing*

kristin:*pale*

*can't even stand upt at this point, probably*

marion: well time to say goodbye

i love you, frank

leo no

shut up

kristin: okay, okay

they sit there for another few minutes before piper speaks up

"okay, okay. anyone hear of like hadestown?"

and percy just weakly raises a hand

marion: ok then. uh

kristin: what's that/

*exhales frustratingly*

basically, this kid has to sing to a door.

"That's dumb"

"so is rinocering"

marion: annabeth : oh, is this about orpheus and eurydice?

kristin: yeasss

yeasss it it

*is

marion: ok ok i know what this is

kristin: "but wiat, you wanna sing to a door?!"

yeah yeah like that

kristin: *exhales frustratingly* again

"who here can sing"

marion: piper is disqualified she'd probably charm speak us into drowning early

uhm

kristin: i can't sing

leo's like absolutely not

marion: annabeth: maybe hazel? i can talk, but my singing is a dying seal

kristin: xD

(okay, i feel like under any other cicumstance, hazel can sing, but for these purposes, she can't)

marion: naw my throats dry, i forgot to drink some water before we left

kristin: pppftyeah, something

so, basically nobody can sig

*sing

marion: panik

kristin: panick

panikc

(anyways)

and they ask Percy's and he's like

"Im pretty sure if i tired to sing, i'd cause an avalnche"

marion: welp

kristin: there goes that

BUT

Annabeth remembers that one time they went under the sea together in an air bubble, and percy was muttering a song underneath his breath

and...

marion: :0

yeeeee

"Percy, wait,"

he looks up at her, with glassy eyes that are unfocused, "...yeah"

marion: ... *lethargic blink*

right

"you can sing under the water"

he can't comprehend it very well, but he thinks she knows what he's talking about, basically

marion: ...yes

"well, you should try it"

he is by no means in condition for singing

but unless they want to die, he has to

marion: *exhale* k

he probably starts humming, and then the door starts to creak

piper: OH MY STARS IT'S WORKING THAT WAS A JOKE

kristin: but, it's not gonna open all the way until he sings

so like he opens his mouth

and

woah

marion: ooh preetty voice wowow

kristin: (what's he singing. oooh, he should do something for hadestown. y'know, for ironic purposes)

(imagine him doing hey, little songbird xDD)

marion: hA

hm maybe... doubt comes in?

ooh or just hades' and persephone's melody

kristin: yeah, yeah

okay, okay

marion: and only piper recognizes it but it's still fantastic

kristin: like what? how?

"too bad you can't give underwater concerts"

marion: *wheeze*

*literal wheeze bc he's about to pass out so they need to get out right friggin now*

kristin: *like, right now*

marion: the door opens and they all flee while annie grabs percy and tugs him along

kristin: and they're like halfway up to the surface, and the bubbles burst.

marion: frickity frackity

kristin: clickity clackity

Leo freezes for a moment, but starts swimming faster than anyone else

marion: jason takes percy from annabeth and they're all panicking

like frick just a little while more

kristin: percy's slightly delirious

just muttering

just keep swimming,

just keep swimming

like dory

annabeth struggling not to laugh with her little oxygen left

kristin: xDD

like, if there can be tears under the ocean, she's got em

marion: percy: *wheezing hysterically and so out of it*

kristin: as soon as they break through he passes out

and jeez he's a lot heavier than he looks

marion: oh hey is that the argo ii????\

kristin: xDD

*unconcious*

marion: *unconscious muttering*

kristin: they splutter onto the argo, with an half delirious half unconscious percy, all of them soaked and out of breath.

and then, annabeth starts laughing

hysterically

and piper joins

(jesus, how the hell did that plan work) and leo joins

marion: hysterical laughter from everyone

and a thump as percy falls over

kristin: even percy, even if it does get cut off shortly

(he ends up in the infirmary for like twenty-eight hours)

(doesn't remember anything from like before he sings)

marion: he was so out of it

just

did... why do i remember finding nemo?

kristin: x'DD

fin

(sorry bad fish puns)

marion: nah bro that was fintastic

kristin: doesn't get any Beta than this

if you can think of a better one, let minnow

marion: im going to krill myself thinking of more i have no ideas

kristin: -we-should-probably-stop-pfft-

marion: probably

this was bad

i'm terrible

bass-ically awful at all puns

(i tried)

kristin: oh gODS

that was actually kind of terrific

marion: (yay!)

#hoo #pjo #scenebuckets #percycansing #likesirens

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It isn’t forever

I hate winter. It’s always so much colder than the rest of the year, even though in England we’re lucky when we have a reasonably warm summer. Right now, the reason I hate winter is that my father decided the best idea for his usual New Years ‘party’ all of the old families attend was to have an outdoor celebration. However expensive the jacket of my suit is, it is still doing nothing to keep me warm on the last night of fucking December.

Wellbelove and Bunce have disappeared somewhere with a few of Bunce’s cousins, and so I’ve been left with Fiona and Simon. Fiona hasn’t shut up about things my father has said out of my earshot for twenty minutes. The past five have been Fiona ranting about a comment made about the fact of me being gay. I love that she’s amazingly supportive, but I don’t need to be reminded about my father hating first my sexuality and second my boyfriend.

Especially not when said boyfriend isn’t really comfortable with his sexuality. He’s barely comfortable holding my hand or having my hand on his back while we talk. When I tried to take the hand that wasn’t holding a champagne flute, he knocked my hand away and swapped which he had his glass in. Despite this, I felt his (temporarily) invisible tail move and wrap around my calf once then tap the inside of my ankle. He threw me a sorry smile as he did this.

“I’m going to get another drink.” He muttered, looking very surprised that his was empty when he went to take another sip. I watched Fiona nod at him and leant slightly in to where he put his hand on my forearm for a second before going, his tail leaving my leg just after him.

“I understand Malcom doesn’t like that you‘re fucking the Mages heir—“

“Fiona!” I say, aghast. She’s lost her filter.

“—but he needs to get over himself. This isn’t something he can ignore like—“ I knock her. “Like the other thing he refuses to talk about.”

“He‘ll get over it. With time.” I sigh tiredly. I turn around to look at the drinks table where Simon has supposedly gone to and see he isn’t there. Of course, I know there’s always the possibility that he’s gone off to find bunce, but he’s still being weird around Wellbelove. Even I’m not weird around her anymore. He had watched Wellbelove go inside with Bunce and the others, so I doubt that‘s where he disappeared to.

“It’s been enough time!” A woman stood beside the fountain who had been talking to a toddler looks over alarmed. Fiona drops her voice again. “It‘s been almost three years now, Baz. He’s your dad, and even though you aren’t his what he wanted in his son—“

“Thank you, Fiona.”

She frowns at me. “That isn’t what I mean. He didn’t expect his son to be a vampire, and queer, and end up in a relationship with someone he thinks is on the opposite side. He still loves you.”

“You don’t believe Simon is on the opposite side?” I raise one eyebrow, stepping a hair closer and dropping my voice again.

“I love my sister, but even I have to agree she wasn’t always right. I don’t agree with everything that bloke of yours has to say, but I definitely don’t disagree with a lot of it.” As she spoke she was looking around as if to check no one was listening in on what she said. Crowley, the old families would have a field day if they knew another one of their own was leaning towards the more modern views. By another, I mean that I was the first. Not once have I actually voiced a political opinion to anyone that isn’t Fiona but Bunce, who swore not to say a word. Especially with what she said to me. But when it became somewhat common knowledge that Simon and I were together my views were assumed.

“Of course.” I reply, because I’ve somewhat forgotten what she’d said. Also, where in hell is Simon? He’s definitely not near the drinks table, nor had he gone inside because the doors had remained shut. Even if I hadn’t been watching them, Fiona and I were stood in line with them and would have noticed if they’d been opened. Light would flood over us.

“The old families hate him. You should have heard what—“

“I need to go and find Simon.” I say quietly, but she cut off anyway. “He’s been a few minutes and he tends to...” I trail off, looking around again.

“You called him Simon.” When I turn to Fiona she has a dopey grin on her face. Someone needs to take her drink away. Not me, but someone.

”Crowley, you’re drunk.” I don’t know how I didn’t realise. “I always forget that you talk about politics and peoples opinions when you’re drunk. I’m going to find my boyfriend.” She nodded him off then walked over to the old woman who had looked over at us a moment earlier. Fiona was immediately pulled into a taught hug and I was very glad I wasn’t her. It takes until I pass my father and daphne for the smell of her perfume to finally fade out.

The only other person who I can smell like that is Simon now that he doesn’t rely on Watford body wash. He’s recently discovered a certain cologne that I’d noticed before he’d knocked on the doors of my fathers house. I suspect Wellbelove’s parents bought him it for Christmas, as he hadn’t been wearing it Christmas Eve, but had boxing day. However awful it is at certain moments, right now it will be much easier to find Simon. I can smell him from a mile off.

I walk past Dev and Niall who were leaning on the wall of my house, talking to each other in hushed voices and leaning very close together. Both wave at me merrily, but i watch them step back from each other as they do so. A sigh escapes me, but I keep walking. Simon can’t have gone too far. Unless he’s decided to fly, and I don’t think he would do that to me. Especially not after he heard Fiona say my father made a comment about him flying when mordelia was around. She’d asked when she would get her wings and had a tantrum when he told her she wouldn’t. Mordelia is better than my other three siblings. She had past the loudest phase of her adolescence and thankfully not woken me up by screaming in four years. On top of that, she actually likes me. The others do not.

As I turn at the corner of the garden, I smell Simon. Or his cologne. It doesn’t matter, I’ve nearly reached him. As the smell gets stronger, I hear the sound of his steady breathing. Then I see his silhouette sat on a bench, facing the small pond at the bottom of my families garden. Simon’s wings have appeared and his tail is resting limply over the opposite side of the bench to the side he is sitting on.

It’s not until I sit down beside him that I speak. First I walked around the bench, lifted his tail, and dropped it back down but on my lap rather than the bench. Simon shifts his gaze to me, and a weak smile fills his face. His tail wraps around my self forearm as he does this.

“Ran out on us there, Snow. You missed out on drunk Fiona praising your opinions.” My right hand strokes over his tail where it is on my arm. And Simon shuffles slightly closer. The proximity is already warming me up, and we’re half a foot away, only touching where my arm and his tail are.

“Sat through all the bitching about your dad.” He mutters. The fact that he doesn’t move away tells me he’s not upset with me. Maybe Fiona. Or my father. I can’t tell.

“I’m sorry.” I take his hand where it sits on his lap. He squeezes it. “She can be a little inconsiderate.”

“I like her.” What? This wasnt how I expected it to go. I expected I’d find him somewhere, irritated by my rich and rather conservative family, wanting to go home. He liked Fiona? He’s shifting closer to me again. “I like her, I’m just weird. Like, since the mage... and Ebb... it’s weird. Ebb was my friend but she was kind of like a mother or weird aunt. The Mage was my father figure. Not a good one, but I loved him. Then it turned out he was doing all these awful things. Half of them were to me and I didn’t even notice.”

“Snow.” My voice sounds strained when I speak and he’s turned his head to me, blue eyes looking bright despite the dark because of my somewhat immunity to it. His curls are getting longer now, falling into his eyes and around his ears. “It’s not your fault, Snow.”

“I know.” Simon drops his head on to my shoulder after those words, then continues. “It’s just weird to hear people acting like they hate their parents when I’ve never had any proper ones. Now the closest things I did have are dead. It’s weirder.”

I don’t know what to say to that. I never really feel things like that when people complain about their mothers. People don’t tend to complain about their mothers around me. Dev and Niall have long since learnt what sends me to have a minor breakdown and I don’t spend enough time with anyone else my age to notice.

“It’s fine.” He presses his forehead to my neck, his hair stopping our skin from touching. It feels different to how it usually does because I convinced him to use a little bit of gel to style his hair. It didn’t hold, I’d finished moving it around then watched it flop immediately back to his forehead. “I miss them. One of them wasn’t a good person, the other was one of the best, but I miss them both. Y’know?” It’s odd that he said anything because I didn’t even reply. Simon waits for me to answer. He waits for everyone to answer. I think perhaps he didn’t expect one this time.

“I know.” I don’t. Or maybe I do. Either way, I understand what he means, even if I don’t know the feeling. It doesn’t matter, because right now he needs comfort and I’ll give him that. I kiss him on the top of the head. A few stray curls poke my nose and it makes me want to sneeze but I don’t. One of Simon’s wings has come to rest around me and I didn’t notice when, but it’s come to rest beside my knee. The other wing is stretched out and resting almost limply on the bench. His tail is still wrapped around my arm.

“I don’t want to feel like this anymore.” He barely breathes the words yet they sound like waves crashing against the cliff. The wind had dropped and trees stopped their creaking as if to hear him say the words. My grip on his hand tightens a little and I lean into him further. I could feel my heart shatter at the same time I could hear the words.

I want to tell him that I don’t want him to feel this way either, but I think that would be almost selfish. Simon would change himself for someone else in a heartbeat. Even Trixie the Pixie and Gareth with that damn belt buckle. If I said it he’d do everything he could to make it seem like he was perfectly okay and then everything would be so much worse. Right now I can hold him and he can grieve. He’s telling me when somethings wrong, as long as I make it apparent he can.

It’s the biggest thing me and Bunce have managed to work out in the year since Simon’s magic evaporated. If we’re vulnerable and don’t let him push us away, he won’t. His magickal therapist has spoken to him about talking to his friends as well as her. Simon telling me she’d said that was a big part of carrying out her suggestions. He isn’t good with emotion. Nor am I, really, but we’re getting better. In a year we’ve gotten better. There’s still so much left that’s out in the open and unresolved though.

We haven’t spoken about The Humdrum, not really. And we haven’t spoken about the Mage in depth; what he would try and train Simon to do. We’ve talked about Ebb, but only because she’s the only uncomplicated death. She was his friend, and he’d lost her, and it hurt. Fiona has talked to Simon about Ebb too. Told him things he didn’t know that made him laugh or cry or both. It had been a good thing for them, and me too. I need someone in my family to like my boyfriend, and Fiona adores him.

“I wish I didn’t feel like this too.” I reply. It’s minutes later. I wish I wasn’t confused and angry. But I am and what I need is time. For that I need patience. And that is quickly wearing thin. I wish we could skip through all the hurt and distance and get to where we’re living in a flat together and wake up every day in the same bed, light coming in through the blinds. To where we are properly invested in university. Or even just to where we can talk about further than a week or two away.

That won’t happen.

For now what will happen is we will hold each other’s hands, but not around lots of people. We will sit in the dark with the silence, the absence of sound holding our bubble. We will talk to each other about what we can and give time to what we can’t. We will allow time to heal because it will. Patience may be wearing thin but I will hold out until the world reaches a point where we’re all okay. I’d say again but I can’t remember a point where either of us have been.

“It isn’t forever.” Simon says the words so gently. The air from them brushes me neck.

“No.” I agree. “It isn’t.” I hope we are.

#Carry on #snowbaz #Simon snow #Basilton Grimm Pitch #simon x baz #what is this????#first person????#it has been a hot minute since I wrote in first person #by that I mean like two years #so uh yeah #the tense is weird at times I am so sorry #my writing

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tarjapearce · 5 years

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A Small Invitation

A Vergil x 3rd person reader

Fluff mostly!! ♡

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All he found when stepping in his younger brother's shop was silence. The place was often crowded by the usual people.

A bickering Lady demanding her money, Trish going through the magazines, Nero in the look for jobs, and sometimes Nico, whom now used one of the spare rooms as a storage area in an exchange of some cash for Dante. But today was silent, and it was perfect for him.

Vergil removed his coat to then hang it nearby to avoid any unnecesary wrinkles, pulled out his favorite book from the nearest shelf, and comfortably sat on the couch.

Small moments like these were the ones that he cherished after his return. Some of the very few things he had taken for granted.

He flipped the page once, within matter of minutes, twice, and thrice until the echoing footsteps descended from the stairs.

His clear azure eyes looked at her, tussled hair, sleepy eyes, some marks of the blanket still imprinted on her rosy, left cheek. Her bare feet tiptoed their way to the kitchen. Not that there was much to find in there besides the usual miscellaneous and staples. But that, definitively was one of his tshirts.

His eyes scanned her up and down, not with malicious intent.

Vergil often wondered how she even ended up mingling with the devil bunch, despite being just a regular visitor for Lady and a great cook.

She was reaching for the instant coffee in the shelf, along some bagels that required some preparation.

A bit of strawberry jam was smeared on them and the coffee was finally stirred.

"What are you doing here?"

Her eyes went wide and her breath caught in her throat as he spoke, as if a child just caught eating the candies that weren't supposed to be eaten.

"I... I was too late to go home and... well Dante offered the spare room for me to rest." "I'm actually surprised you consider him." "My, that bad you think of him? He might be an idiot, but definitively not a pervert. Coffee?" "No, Thank you. I've replenished myself a bit ago." "Ok. Just let me get this thing done and I'll go." "Have I given the impression I'd like for you to leave?" "I thought you didn't like to be around people" She spoke before eating the bagel with evident appetite. The sweetness of the jam making her smile, and oddly he found it satisfying. These spontaneous quirks of her made him give the softest of smiles, something he found himself doing whenever she was around. And her appetite was another intriguing thing, In his younger years he had this concept of girls just asking little food to try and not shame themselves before the date. But her? Not at all. She showed for whom she really was and if she was at fault, she acknowledged the mistake and tried to ammend it. A rare trait he found in the humans.

"And... sorry for your tshirt. Dante's clothing was all dirtied and... bloodied so he just offered this one to me. I'll wash it and will deliver it to you." "Don't you fret over it. " His eyes darted away to follow her figure, she wasnt tall, barely getting under his chin, soft skin he had the brief chance to taste with his fingers, leaving a burning and tingling feeling inside him, and that sweetness and kindness that attracted people like a magnet. She passed by him to the main desk, where she wrote a small note for Dante.

"Are you the responsible of this place being impeccable?" "Ah, yes. that's the least I could think of to thank him. He has improved in tidyness though"

She giggled and went to the stereo Nico had managed to fix for Dante and pressed a button. A slow tune of Ella Fitzgerald playing, echoed through the lobby.

You're my, funny valentine

sweet comic, valentine.

You make me smile, with my heart

His steps were disguised by the music as he approached her, careful to no startle her again.

His hand stretched to hers, offering it.

"May I?" She smiled sheepishly at him and took his hand, surprised at his sudden initiative.

"Didn't know you could dance." "There are many things you do not know about me." "Is that an invitation for me to know more about yourself, Mr. Sparda?" "Take it as you'd like, dear one."

He couldnt help but smirk softly at the way their bodies elegantly swayed at the rythm of music. His eyes locked on hers and viceversa, she smiled while poising her hand on his shoulder, when it only made him to craddle her closer to him.

Your looks are laughable

unphotographable

yet you're my favorite work of art

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Hope I haven't done Vergil too OOC, but Im glad I can write something for him ♡

#vergil sparda #dmc5 #vergil x reader

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winchester-reload · 5 years

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I accidentally drunk-posted this to ao3 last night, so I might as well post it here too since it’s episode-related. There’s a second half I’m not done with yet, but this bit stands on its own as a coda, or whatever.

Pairing: Dean/Cas

WC: 1400

tags: first, kiss, angst, episode 14x12 pre-coda

also on ao3

Cas came into the bunker like a thunderstorm, expression cloudy and eyes hot enough to start brush fires. He dropped the big book that’d been tucked close to his chest onto the library table in front of Dean, and it coughed dust as the water-warped pages accordioned together, fluffed up again. Kicked the old, thread-bound cover back, revealing the yellow vellum page; Possessionem, atque tutelam &, Vatican Ed. 1723, it said.

Dean uncurled from his book, hands slipping to the edge of the mahogany as he pulled in tight. Cas wasn’t supposed to be back yet. Last text Dean got said maybe Tuesday would see him in Kansas, and that meant Dean wasn’t supposed to have to deal with this. He should have already been gone.

Wonderful.

He cleared his throat. “Who’s your friend?” he asked, trying to keep it light.

“Oh, that?” Cas puffed, carelessly spilling into the chair opposite Dean. The airiness of his response was drowned out by the vinegar he had pickling his words. “It’s a book, Dean.”

“Well, shit, Cas. You don’t say—?”

“Yes. It’s a book that Jack and I managed to track to— and retrieve from—a catacomb in New York. Now, ask me why we went to all that trouble.”

Dean hesitated. Then, “Why?” because he was nothing if not a glutton for punishment.

“Well, because we heard it had some particularly potent protection sigils, which, might— ” He pecked an elbow onto the tabletop, twisted his hand in an overly-animated open shrug “—hypothetically—be beneficial to someone harboring an unwanted invader. Why? What did you do this last week?”

It was baited. Dean didn’t need the all caps, period-after-each-word, version of it to see that. He chewed his cheeks, slid his copy of Vonnegut away. Dog-eared pages flat against the table now until someone else bothered to pick it up. “Okay,” he said scratching his neck. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess you talked to Sam.”

“What would give you that impression?”

“Cas, it’s a ma’lik box—”

“Yes—” Cas said, mocking, “I’m familiar with them.”

It triggered that little muscle twitch at the back of Dean’s jaw. “Okay, here we go—” and Cas shot back out of his chair.

“Jack and I were out trying to find literally anything that might help you, and all the while you were out building some stupid, secret box to go bury yourself in— And you weren’t even going to tell me—? So, yes, Dean. Let’s “go”,” he spat, throwing the quotes. “Why are you so impossible?”

“Alright, back off—” Dean bristled. He wanted to keep it civil—fuck, he needed to. The last thing he wanted was to have to ruminate on a fight with Cas for the next forever-billion-years, but the asshole was a button-pusher. Always had been. “I get it, okay? You’re pissed. You wanna be pissed, be pissed, but it ain’t gonna change anything. Billie said what she said.”

Cas rounded on him surprisingly quick, leveled a look so dark, it practically bred its own shadows. “No,” he said, flat, “you’re right, of course, it doesn’t change anything. But do you know what does, Dean? The fact that you’re lying!”

A fingernail of shame suddenly surprised Dean, twisted into his chest. “No—” he stumbled. This was getting away from him quick. Too quick. He scoffed, smiled, tried to brush it away. “Uh, no. You’re wrong—”

“Uh, yes. I’m right—” Cas contested. “See, because if Billie’s answer was to bury you with Michael at the bottom of the Pacific, there would have been no death note to hand you— because, in that scenario, Dean, you’d never die! And maybe Sam doesn’t know that, but I do!” He plucked his chest, tie swinging as he leaned in. It dredged up all those old, angelic chills Dean had filed in the archives of his memory; the weight Cas carried with him like churning ozone when he was all keyed up. “So, why don’t you tell me what the book really said?” he suggested with a low growl. “What you’re actually running from.”

Dean swallowed, tried to hold Cas’ eye, failed. They were close enough now that Dean was all but boxed in his chair, and butterflies played his pulse in response, kicked his heart up into his throat. “Okay, you’re—” he started. Then, “But, that’s totally—” and he stopped, watched Cas’ balled fists turn white at the knuckles. Fuck. “Did you tell Sam?”

“No, but I will tell him. I’ll tell him right now.”

“Don’t—”

“Then what did it say?”

“It said I die old,” Dean muttered, and it was like prying nails from his ribs just to get it out. “ It said I die happy. Natural causes. No Michael. No monsters.”

Cas blinked, caught off guard. The anger in his face diffused then fused again into something so much more knotted up. “I don’t understand—”

“There’s nothing to understand because it doesn’t matter! All the rest of ‘em said I die bad, Cas. All of ‘em! Michael burnin’ me out while he destroys the world—!”

“How does ignoring this one spot of hope fix that?”

“That ain’t hope! I don’t know what to do with that— I don’t even know where to begin to try to make something like that happen! The box is what fixes it! The box, I know how to do!”

Cas’ fingers spread, hands coming up like he wanted to strangle Dean, but couldn’t bring himself to get close enough. “Did it ever occur to you—?” he said slowly. Eyes rolling closed before peeling open again. “—that, maybe, your first step in accomplishing a happy ending, is to stop running? To stop this— suicidal ideation? To just... love, and let people love you?”

Dean shook his head, Cas’ words pooling at the hinge of his jaw and making it hurt. “It wouldn’t matter,” he said, looking at the bookshelves, the corners. Anywhere but Cas.

“Why—?”

“Because no one's gonna love me—” Dean spilled. “Who’s gonna love me like this? An archangel stuffed up in my attic and the rest of me so fucking screwed to hell, I can’t even sleep on a good night!”

Cas balled hands into his own chest, shoulders high and body tight like they were both about to go over some invisible cliff if he didn’t stop the vehicle soon. “I love you!” he pleaded. “Sam loves you! Your family— You are not unloved, Dean!” He had tears in his eyes, but it was easier to ignore them.

Dean shut his eyes, heat washing him. The image of Cas dying on an old couch at the back of the barn flared fresh in his brain— I love you, I love all of you— He tried to swallow it, but it was too sour. Tried to rub it away with the heel of his hand, but it only spread, made speckles. He shook his head, instead, pulled his already loose collar looser. “No, I… Not that kinda love,” he said quietly.

Cas suddenly deflated, arms falling to his sides, weight shifting between his feet. He sunk to the floor at Dean’s knees, looked up, face raw and open and done. “Sam loves you,” he said again quietly. “Jack loves you. Your mother—”

“Cas—”

“—loves you…” He suddenly touched Dean’s knee, stretched up onto his own, wedged between Dean’s legs, quiet and hot, cheeks wet with tears as he pulled all that electric energy in. “But, I—” He grabbed Dean’s face, cradled it between his hands as Dean’s fingers clawed into the fabric at Cas’ sleeve— holding him there, holding him back, he wasn’t sure which. “I love you,” Cas whispered. Something in Dean cracked, split open. He let their foreheads brush. Their noses.

Let Cas kiss him, soft and slow.

Cas kissed like he’d imagined it a thousand times, mapped it. Studied it over and over and over again, until every jump of his lips timed with the thrum of Dean’s heartbeat. The curl of his fingers at Dean’s jaw.

Then it broke, quick as it started, but Cas and all his hasty energy didn’t move back. Neither did Dean. “I don’t know another way to say it,” Cas admitted to the small space between them. His voice finally wavered, broke. His hands uncurled, flat palms drying the tears Dean didn’t know he’d lost. “You have to tell me because I don’t know.”

Dean suddenly remembered to breathe and it came in sharp and unsure. It came in with the smell of Cas and a hit of his blue eyes close enough to taste. Dean swallowed the salt building in the back of his throat and dug his voice out of Cas’ rubble. “That was it,” he whispered back. “You just said it.”

And it seemed utterly ridiculous how everything suddenly felt so simple.

#destiel #destiel fic #first kiss #season 14 #canon divergent #episode coda #idk what this is #i have destiel anxiety okay #I need something canon tonight #14x12 #14x11 #its been a minute since I posted some fic #so take this i guess

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snexy-the-snail · 5 years

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A Little Game

Sam knew part of the risks dating an archangel was the fact he was ridiculously overpowered. It wasn’t that Gabriel did it on purpose, he just didnt really grasp that shrinking people was actually pretty damn terrifying, though at this point though he had gotten used to it.

Gabriel wouldn’t hurt him, despite being a prick at times he was very gentle with him no matter what.

“I know you’re trying to sneak up on me.” He says rolling his eyes. He smiles a bit when he heard a huff, no doubt Gabriel was pouting at the moment. Funnily enough he did that a lot, Sam had gotten used to it at this point.

“Awe Samshine you’re no fun.”

Sam chuckles slightly and turns around in the chair to look at the archangel, who was indeed pouting like a kid. He knew what was coming next, either Gabriel would drag him to have a candy filled abomination or he’d be crammed into his archangel’s stomach.

“What can I say, my sixth sense got better when I became an archangel’s snack.” He replies with a small grin. He looks Gabriel up and down watching curiously for any tells on which treatment he would be getting. Judging by the sly look it was going to be a game.

“Oh~ shall we put it to the test Samshine?” He asks with a wide grin. Sam raises an eyebrow as Gabriel clasps his hands together excitedly. He wasnt sure if he liked that look. He takes a step back when Gabriel goes to snap quickly putting his hands up in defense.

“Ah ah, rules first.” He says quickly. He had made the mistake a few times of not getting the rules before the game which usually ended up with him getting caught a lot sooner than he’d like.

“Fine fine rules first.” Gabriel says sighing dramatically as if it was such an inconvenience to tell him. Sam rolls his eyes and crosses his arms waiting for his archangel to explain what twisted game they would be playing.

“It’s going to a cat and mouse type game. You get a minute to hide and have to avoid me for twenty minutes or I’ll get a treat.” Gabriel says with a wide grin obviously showing his teeth off on purpose.

Sam sighs and shakes his head fondly knowing this wasnt the worst game Gabriel had come up with, and at least he had time to hide. If he survived the twenty minutes they cuddled instead, it was always a given. Gabriel liked physical contact after all.

“No using your powers to cheat.” He adds on. He grins at the look of utter annoyance on his archangel’s face. That would buy him some time that and the fact he knew the bunker inside and out. This would be easy as long as he didnt get cocky.

“Ugh fine. You’re soooooo boring sometimes.” Gabriel whines. He snaps and instantly Sam was tiny. He was a lot smaller than he was used too which meant either Gabriel was a little too eager or the archangel wanted him to get colder so he would surrender in the end.

“Hey! Give me some credit, I put up with your games.” Sam says, grinning slightly before hurrying off. He knew the minute was already ticking down and he wanted a good hiding place. He settled down and hoped he could make it the twenty minutes. He knew deep down he wouldn’t but it was always a fun little game.

“Ready or not, here I come~”

Sam huddles down further in his hiding place determined to win this game.

There was one minute left and the archangel was obviously getting frustrated with not being able to find him. Sam grins widely and peeks at Gabriel from his hiding place.

“Oh come on! You’re legs are so short! Where the hell did you go?” Gabriel whines checking behind a potted plant. He had to give the Winchester some credit, he was a damn good hider. He might even win this one.

Sam was counting down the seconds when something brushed against his leg. He jumped back and turned to face what it was, all blood draining from his face when he saw the freakishly large spider. It was easily bigger than him and was looking at him curiously which couldn’t be good.

“Oh fuck!” He hisses out stumbling back from the spider and out of his hiding place, said spider slowly stalking him out from behind the bookcase. Note to self burn the bookshelf, or have Gabriel smite the whole bug population one of those.

“There you are Samshine~”

Gabriel was on top of him before he could even process what was happening. He was up in the air in seconds, away from the eight legged abomination on the floor. This was one of the few times he was thankful he had been snagged off the ground.

“Alright you found me, only took you like twenty-nine minutes and like fifty seconds.” Sam says smugly. If it wasn’t for that damn spider he would’ve won. Things could be worse, a giant spider could be snacking on his insides.

“You’re just pissy I found you.” Gabriel says with a huff. Sam rolls his eyes knowing the archangel would be playing true to his role as the ‘cat’

“Slightly.” He admits with a sigh. He lets a startled noise out when Gabriel plops him.into his mouth, sealing him in easily. It was a lot smaller than he was used to, so everything seemed a lot larger than he was used to.

“Be careful! I know how you get.” He calls out, grumbling when Gabriel responds by pushing him around with a bit more force than needed.

He allowed himself to be pushed around used to the archangel’s playfulness by now. It definitely had been a lot more terrifying the first time there hadn’t been any warning and he was fairly certain he was going to die the first time.

He was used to this by now even if it was something he shouldn’t be used to. He rolls his eyes as he was squashed up against Gabriel’s palette, the familiar tugging sensation squeezing his body as Gabriel sucked on him like a piece of candy. Any pain slowly melting away as the knots from hunting were worked out.

He sighs heavily as he was squished back down by the slick muscle, salvia coating every inch of his body by now. This was never unpleasant just annoying at most it was oddly pleasant at best. It was nice to be tucked away from the world when nothing could touch you at all.

“You doing okay Samshine?”

Oh another wonderful thing about an archangel boyfriend, mind communication.

“Yeah I’m fine.” Sam says with a small smile. He always found it nice when Gabriel made sure he wasnt being too rough with him. He got to pick the movies for a month after Gabriel had accidentally broken his arm he healed it instantly but it freaked the archangel out at how easily Sam could get hurt.

“You sure?”

Sam rolls his eyes and stretches out barely making a dent in the space around him. Gabriel really went small this time. Maybe that’s why he was being so cautious.

“Gabe, I promise that I’m okay.” He reassures his boyfriend, giving his tongue a friendly pat. He grins slightly when he was pushed back gently in response. He was shifted around a bit more before he started sliding back. Looks like Gabriel finally got his fill of playing around with him. Five minutes, wow that was a new low time. Usually it was around ten minutes, not that he was complaining it was just strange.

He shifts slightly and grimaces when he was swallowed very surprised when he got whacked by the uvula. His size was really different usually it took a lot more than just a swallow to get him down. The pressure wasn’t as bad either, just when he got down to the archangel’s stomach where the soft flesh squeezed his down into the area.

It technically wasn’t a human’s stomach so the colors were breathtaking. While Cas’s stomach was like a galaxy swirling around Gabriel’s was more of a warm sunset, mostly reds and oranges fading into eachother. It made reading relaxing down here.

He sighed happily and stretched out, looking around with a slight grin. At this size the folds cradled him more than he had expected and admittedly it was pretty nice.

“Comfy?” Gabriel asks teasingly, his voice rumbling around him like thunder. It was always a lot easier to get a snippet of an Angel’s true voice when tucked away inside.

Sam scowls a bit when the area was patted, face planting into the soft flesh in front of him. It really was the safest place, even of a bit weird.

“I would be a lot more if you didnt keep flinging me around.” He says grumpily trying to settle again. He sunk slightly into the 'floor’ of the stomach and it felt slightly like being in a hammock, a bit disorditing honestly.

“Dont be so grumpy, I didn’t mean to upset you Samshine.” Gabriel says playfully. Sam shakes his head fondly leaning against the stomach wall again, very smug to feel his archangel gently kneading at the flesh this time.

“Mmhm.” Sam says with a small grin. He stretches around and relaxes into the gentle movement of the flesh smushing against him. This was one of the ways he actually got rest. It was hard to dream of Lucifer when the grace he was surrounded in was associated with love and safety.

“Well it’s been fun but I’m going to get some sleep.” He says with a sigh. He shifts slightly getting more comfortable before giving the flesh above him a small pat. It was easy to drift off after that. He didnt realize he was that tired until he practically passed out.

“Night Sammy.”

Gabriel purrs out. It set his mind at ease knowing he was tucked away, safe from the world inside his archangel.

#spn vore #sammy boi cant catch a break #such is life with an archangel.#an amazing request #snex content

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