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anon-rebel-writes · 3 years

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Utterly In Love

I have no idea how this idea came to me. I got a bit of second-hand embarrassment writing this XD

Although this story is a bit strange, I hope you all enjoy it!

The story begins under the cut! Ao3 Link

Luka doesn’t regret this job. He’s doing this for Juleka’s birthday. He doesn’t feel embarrassed about this job! Why would Luka ever feel bad about this job? He needs the extra money for a gift, so he has no reason to complain.

Although Luka tried to tell himself that things could always be worse, he couldn’t help the feeling of regret that was bubbling inside his gut.

It seemed normal when he interviewed. The position listing was vague, but how bad could a job at an ice cream shop be? While he’d probably have to deal with the occasional upset customer, it didn’t seem like a job he couldn’t do. But then he got there on his first day and the owner handed him a costume.

A cow costume. A cow costume with pink spots. While that was bad enough, the cow was also supposedly ‘modest’, because it also wore a blue frilly apron with the shop logo on the front.

Luka had no regrets. He needed the extra money for Juleka’s gift. He was doing this for his sister, so he couldn’t be upset. Honestly, he had no one to blame but himself. He should’ve asked more questions about the job a little more during the interview.

Any shame he had could easily be hidden under the cow’s head, so he could suck it up for three hours a day. As long as he couldn’t be recognized, he had no reason to hold regret. The job wasn’t even bad! Although the heat of the sun was cooking him alive inside the pink cow of death, all he had to do was pass out samples. That wasn’t bad! That was easy!

At least that’s what he thought, until a certain blonde girl’s scream pierced his ears.

“OH MY GOSH! I LOVE YOUR COSTUME!” Rose quickly ran up to him and looked him over. She lunged herself into his arms, nearly knocking over the samples, and gave him a crushing hug.

“You’re so pretty! I love the pink on your fur! And your apron! You’re beautiful!”

Luka took a couple of deep breaths, trying to regain his composure. All he could do was nod at Rose. The last thing he wanted was for her to find out he was under the costume. Because with Rose finding out, that meant Juleka would find out. If Juleka found out, then she’d ask why he got a job dressing up like a cow.

The gift idea would be ruined and he would have to live through the embarrassment of Juleka teasing him daily. Which may or may not lead to a certain lady who had completely stolen his heart finding out. Which also may or may not lead to him dying of mortification.

So him keeping his mouth shut could save him from any of those scenarios.

“Rose! Please don’t harass the worker!” Then he heard that voice, that sweet, melodic voice that could only belong to one person.

Regret. Now Luka Couffaine could only feel regret.

Marinette, Juleka, and Alya finally caught up to Rose. “We’re so sorry about her! She just gets a little excited when she sees anything pink and cute.” ‘Oh my god, she just called me cute,’ the boy-cow thought.

After a bit of pulling and yanking, they finally managed to pry the pink girl off of the costume. But suddenly, Luka felt a lot more exposed. He tried to use the tray of samples to hide himself as he turned his gaze away from the pink girl who just got ripped from him. His eyes unconsciously wandered over to Marinette, who wore a simple pink dress with matching sandals. Her set of pigtails were now being held up with a matching pink ribbon. She looked so effortlessly put together.

If the heat of the sun and embarrassment didn’t kill him, seeing the girl of his dreams dressed so nicely surely will.

“Oh are these samples?” Luka finally managed to tear his gaze away from Marinette to look at Alya. She pointed right to the tray in his hands. He was about to answer before remembering what he was wearing. Instead, he held out the tray to silently offer it to the group.

Each girl took a cup and took a bite. He watched as each girl quietly hummed in content. But Marinette’s eyes shot up and she looked straight into the cow’s eyes. “Wow! This is delicious! It tastes just like blueberries!”

Alya and Juleka exchanged sly looks as they watched Marinette hurry to finish her cup. Alya stealthily put an arm around the girl’s shoulders and leaned into her. “Well, we all know how you feel about blueberries,” she teased.

Marinette lifted an eyebrow up at her and looked at the other girls in the group. Rose was squealing and bouncing in place while Juleka rolled her visible eye. “Gross. You haven’t seen him in a day and you’re already thinking about Luka again?”

While Marinette began to quickly defend herself, Luka’s brain felt like it shut off. Maybe he had been boiled inside the suit. He must be dead. This couldn’t actually be happening. His mouth was completely slack and his eyes were about as large as the cow’s.

“W-what?! No! Me and Luka? I mean- Luka and I? Never! He’s cool and interesting and dreamy and amazing and kind- I MEAN! Even if he is sweet and selfless and attractive- NOT ATTRACTIVE! I-”

Alya howled with laughter and clutched her stomach, interrupting Marinette’s rambling. Juleka let out a soft chuckle while Rose joined with her screams of joy. “Girl! You are SO into him.” Luka was barely listening now. His own heartbeat was ringing in his ears, beating abnormally fast, and Rose’s high pitched screaming didn’t help his focus.

His face was definitely flushed, at least this costume helped him hide it. He happened to glance at Marinette again. She had moved from under Alya’s arm and was now beet red. She looked at the ground wringing out her hands, but she had a slight smile on her face.

‘Wait. She’s not denying it. Oh my god. I did die, didn’t I?!’

“Oh! I have an idea!” Marinette met Rose’s eyes through her bangs while Alya and Juleka managed to stop laughing enough to face the pink girl. “You could ask Luka out! Ask him to come here with you! That way you don’t have to hunt down Andre’s cart and still share ice cream together! Plus they have a blueberry flavor! It’s so romantic!”

Juleka and Alya turned to Marinette with excitement painted across their faces. But Marinette could only pout and shake her head. “No, I think I already missed my chance with him. I didn’t return his feelings the first time; I doubt he’d give me a second chance now.”

The girls all let out a defeated sigh before it was interrupted. “You should ask him.”

Suddenly all four sets of eyes were staring at him. ‘Wait, did I say that? Why did I say that?!’ He turned his head to face Marinette. Her cheeks weren’t as red as before, but her mouth was agape as she looked back at him.

“What I meant was- Well, maybe he really wants to ask you out, but he also wanted to go at your own pace?” Suddenly the identity beneath the cow was clear and all the girls widened their eyes.

“Y-you’re-”

Before she could begin her over-thinking, Luka held up a hoof to stop her. “I have like, ten more minutes before I can de-cow. Do you think you’d wanna hang out afterwards? If everyone else is okay with it?”

Marinette whipped her head around to look at the other girls. Rose was clinging onto Juleka’s arm bouncing around with an ecstatic look on her face. Juleka shared a similar look, although it was a lot more reserved. Alya quickly waved her hands to let Marinette know it was okay.

With their approval, she turned back to the cow with a timid smile on her face. “That sounds perfect-” Rose let out another shriek and quickly pulled Marinette into the shop. Alya and Juleka shared a quick fist bump and then the former followed the other two inside.

Juleka looked at Luka before rolling her visible eye at him. “We’re talking about this when you get home,” she mumbled before also making her way inside.

Luka didn’t regret his job. Maybe he has a bit of disdain for the pink cow, but in the end he had no reason to feel negative about it anymore. After all, he had a date with a very cute girl afterwards thanks to the cow. So really, he was very pleased with his new job. It seemed like things were looking up. He didn’t even seem to mind the mild embarrassment he was feeling due to the costume.

Until Juleka came back outside and took pictures of him in said costume, for future blackmail.

#pro lukamari #lukanette #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #rose lavillant #juleka couffaine #alya cesaire #ml #second-hand embarrassment #cow costume #ao3 #fluff #ice cream

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mansions-maiden · 3 years

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Helloooww againnnnn xD

Thank you so much for taking my request before (arthur mc switch place). Sooo i wanna request again if you have timeeee xD

About young mc was a mischievous kid, problem child and often got spanked by her mom back then. So i wanna request the scenario of mc suddenly become a little girl and 12 of them will dealing with her shit*y mischievous behavior xD. Kinda wanna see they got tired and traumatic to have children xD

Thank you so much before and i love you so muchhhhh ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

this was so much fun to write! and sorry it was late! I was busy with school work and the first draft got deleted. so had to rewrite it from the scratch. T-T. wrote it long as a compensation! Enjoy the reading! And second request from the same person! Love you too❤💕

word count: 2K.

The sun rose in the east and dyed the streets of 19th century France in it’s orange hue. Sebastian went to wake MC up as she didn’t wake up yet.

*rap rap* “MC! wake up! It’s morning already!” , he knocked MC bedroom’s door for sometime and yet, there was no answer from the other side. Worried, he went to comte and grabbed the spare keys to MC’s room.

He went inside and searched for mc. But when she couldn’t be found anywhere, he called for comte and Leonardo. Hearing his calls, Leo and comte immediately came running into the room, only to find a small girl child, fast asleep amidst the silky bedsheets.

The three men looked at each other before Leonardo gently picked up the girl in his arms. A crescent smile crawled on to their lips at the sight of the little girl.

Comte took the girl from Leonardo's arms and put her on his hip, wrapping an arm around her little waist.

"who is this little girl? Where did MC go?" Comte asked looking around the room.

The girl woke up from her slumber due to all voices and movements. The three men stared at her. " Hey Leo, why do I get a feeling that this little girl is MC? her eyes look the same as our mc..ow!" Comte cried in pain while speaking as MC was pulling his blonde locks of hair painfully.

Leo laughed at Comte and Sebastian quietly snickered before composing himself and spoke" M.comte, I think we should explain the situation to residents too."

"You're right Sebastian. I shall inform them. " Comte said, finally freeing his hair from MC's grip.

MC was giggling to herself loudly.

(Aand mama Comte and papa Leonardo mode have been activated )

All the residents stared at the new arrivals in the dining hall.

" Goodness Comte! When did you become father? Congratulations on becoming father of 13 members!" Arthur spoke from one end of the table with a mischievous grin.

"stop it Arthur. I am no one's father. And this little girl here is our MC. Looks like she took something that changed her into her childhood self". Comte said with a little frown as he took his seat.

"oh really!? MC is so cute! Come here little girl!" Vincent aka the gentle angel took her from Comte and sat her on the table. "Do you want bread lil doll?" Vincent asked, giving her the baguette.

MC threw the baguette on the other side of the table ( I can hear the sound of Comte's breaking heart seeing his favorite dish being thrown away XD. )

The baguette smacked Mozart's face and a disappointed sigh was heard from him ." It's only morning and I have to deal with little MC's ruckus? She already causes enough trouble in original form.." Mozart said.

"Mama! Papa! Give me chocolates!" MC went to Comte and tugged at his cloak with her little hands.

"wait! Why the hell is she calling you mama and papa!?" Theo asked with a surprised tone to which Leonardo replied with a shrug and laugh.

“sebastian? can you buy her some chocolates? “ comte asked. Sebastian immediately went into the town.

"You're soo cute Toshiko- little mc! I want to squish you in my arms!" Dazai said as he poked her cheeks and suddenly, a shrill scream of pain escaped his mouth. " Ahh~! Why did you bite my hand !? " Dazai screamed again looking at the red bite mark appearing on his fingers.

"No one touches mc!" Mc squealed and jumped on to the floor and began running. "Catch me if you can!" Mc ran out of the dining room and disappeared into the gardens.

Arthur, Vincent and Napoleon were soon on their feet searching for mc. "Now, where did this sneaky little girl go?!" Arthur said, wiping the sweat beads on his forehead. That's when the three heard heard the adorable giggles of a child.

They saw mc, covered in mud from tip to toe and Arthur's and Theo's dogs running and playing with her.

"Gotcha!" "Ahh~ Arthur! Hehee!" Mc squealed and wriggled , trying to escape from Arthur's grasp.

"hey! W-what are you doing?!" Arthur exclaimed suddenly as he found himself getting covered in dirt by mc. " Wowee! Noe Arthur us dirty! Napoleon! Shoo him away and throw him in the bath"

"Go and freshen up Arthur. I'll take care of her" Napoleon told Arthur and sent him into the mansion.

" Napoleon! Bend down! Bend down! Gimme a piggy back ride! "

"wai- woah!!" Napoleon was surprisingly pulled down by MC by his Cape.

And that's how MC had a whole tour of mansion with Napoleon as her personal horse.

The sun rose further into the sky and soon it was afternoon. All the vampires gathered at the dining table including Shakespeare, who was invited for lunch by Vincent.

Shakespeare heard the giggles of a child. "Why doth I hear the giggles of a child in thy mansion Comte? " Shakespeare asked searching for the source of the voice.

"our MC has turned into a child Will. Those giggles are of our MC." Vincent explained what had happened from the morning.

" oh- looks like destiny has strange ways of entertaining herself.." Shakespeare murmured to no one and called out for MC.

"Shakespeare! You're here. I have some stories for you. Do you want to listen?" Mc asked running into the dining hall.

"what may those stories be little Angel?" Shakespeare asked, making her sit in the chair next to his.

" Do you know, Theo has sweet tooth secretly. He even fills his entire pancakes with sugar syrup! He dips everything he finds in sugar syrup.! And he wants Vincent to love only him!”

"oi little Hondje ! What do you think you're blabbering about?!" Theo rose from his seat, as he stopped eating his sugar syrup dipped pan cakes. XD .

"Vincent! Protect me from your darling brother!" MC said hiding behind Shakespeare and sticking her tongue out at Theo.

The mansion reverberated with the laughter of residents as she went on and on telling her stories , which had some of the most embarrassing stories of residents and had left residents with burning cheeks.

After lunch, Theo called little mc and took her out into the town along with his dog King. “ MC! come here! Don’t go wandering off!” Theo was having hard time catching mc and looking after his King at the same time.

“THEO! Come here! You must see this! It’s so cute!!” MC approached Theo and dragged him by his arm. Theo turned to stone as soon as he saw what had caught the sight of mc. “Theo! Theo? ...Hello..Theo!” MC shook Theo by his arm and Theo immediately looked down at her with a flustered gaze,” Why would you want to show me a cat?! You little rascal!” Theo bent down to reach mc’s height. “Oh.. Are you afraid of cats? I’m sorry! I didn’t know that.. but! OH! I gotta tell this to all the members!”

“Don’t you dare!” Theo now ran after MC as she sped off towards mansion. Her mischief kept all the residents on high alert their toes and they didn’t even realize it was evening.

When mc was roaming through the corridors, she found Leonardo fast asleep near the library doors again and a sudden idea popped in her mind. She woke up Leonardo and gave him a glass of water. “ Leo! I thought you might be thirsty. So I brought you a glass of water!”

Unable to resist her puppy dog eyes, he took a sip of water, only to spit it out the next instant .” What did you mix in this cara mia?!”

“uh-oh! I think I mixed the salt without my knowledge. Thank you for saving my tongue Leo!” mc said laughing and ran off into the corridors.

Sebastian was in kitchen, cooking dinner when he felt his waistcoat being tugged. “ Hey, peasant! Bow down to the queen! “ MC posed as a queen with crown stolen taken from comte’s room. “ Your lovely highness, I’m afraid you’re not a queen yet. But the princess of this mansion does deserve a treat. Here” Sebastian told as he kept a chocolate bar in her mouth. A sweet moan escaped her mouth as the chocolate melted in her mouth. “ Yours truly is satisfied peasant! You may continue your work!” MC said as she went off, still chewing off the chocolate in her mouth.

“It looks as if looking MC is much harder than all the 11 vampires combined together..” he sighed as he murmured to himself.

after sometime:

Isaac heard a soft knock on his door and he opened it, and found little mc with her hands behind her back and mischief dancing in her eyes. “I am here to give you this” MC said with a smile as she gave him a paper. A sour face was made by Isaac as soon as he saw the paper she gave. “What is this?! Not you too!” Isaac cried out as he saw the drawing of Isaac saying, “I love apples” and many more drawings related to apples.

“OH MC! COME HERE!” Isaac shouted as MC ran away, laughing loudly on her way. The residents heard the commotion and came outside, only to find Isaac with a flustered gaze and panting heavily. “Who told mc about apples and me?! Now even she joined in Arthur’s cult!” Isaac told everyone and everyone burst out laughing.

Comte called her into his room and sate her in the chair across him as he asked,” Cherie? Here you go , I bought this for you. “ Comte said as he gave her the new dresses and chocolates.

“ aah!! Comte! thank you so much!! You’re my mama!!” Mc squealed as she hugged comte’s knees. She stretched out her hand and told, “mama! say aah!” comte opened his mouth and soon found out that she had given him a chocolate. He took her into his arms and sat her on his lap, kissing her nose and forehead affectionately.

After dinner:

MC was on the couch yawning and scrunching her eyes when comte and Mozart found her. “Are you sleepy cherie? Would you like to sleep?” Comte asked, bending down. “Yes..” “ I shall play a lullaby then. Will you listen to it MC? “ . “yeah...” mc yawned again.

Mozart told comte to follow him into his music room with mc. Mozart began playing lullaby as soft as the wind chimes in the windy night on his piano. Comte ran his fingers through the hairs of mc as he watched her fall asleep, with her head in his lap with a smile on his face. ‘could this day get any better?’ he thought to himself as continued petting her head.

After MC fell asleep, he carried her gently in a princess carry into the hall where everyone is gathered.

“Is she asleep?” everyone looked at mc’s sleeping face with adoration as Napoleon asked. “ I can’t believe she has the nerve to sleep after keeping us on our feet the entire day.” Theo sighed .

“ I do agree..she’s such a handful kid.. But it is the most refreshing day and most adorable thing I’ve ever seen” Arthur said, stretching his hands above his head and laughed.

“I can’t believe one of the most feared emperor ended up becoming a personal horse for a little girl” napoleon said rubbing his still aching back and shoulders.

“Does anyone want to have a kid here in the mansion?” Sebastian asked with a curious gaze.

“No! Having mc already in her original form is enough to us. She’s just like a big grown up baby. “ Leonardo said with a smile.

“I’m so glad that everyone thinks of MC the same way” Comte said laughing.

“We all are tired today due to her. Let’s call it a day guys..” Everyone retired to their own rooms and comte put her to sleep in her room before going to his room.

Next day, mc was back in her own form with no memories of the previous day. But everyone kept their mouths sealed for they wanted to hide their smile whenever they saw her and were mesmerized by her innocence.

#im sorry for writing about comte so many times #but i can't help it #i love him too much #ikevamp fluff #ikemen vampire #ikevamp funny #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp comte #ikevamp leo #ikevamp theo #ikevamp shakespeare #ikemenvampire x mc #ikemenvampire hc #ikemenvampire xreader #ikevam napoleon #ikevamp hcs #ikevamp

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xxiamtiebrousxx · 2 years

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INCORRECT QUOTES/ VINES/ STUFF OUT OF CONTEXT FOR MY TF2 OC FANFIC!!!

Dakota: I need no man or woman. I can handle myself.

*Later on*

Dakota: *crying in her room* I'm so lonely.

-;-;-

Harvey: *walking by* And they were roommates.

Dakota: Oh my gosh, they were roommates.

-;-;-

Sniper: *minding his own business*

Dakota: *standing behind him*

Sniper: *notices her* (F- word)!

Dakota: 👋

-;-;-

Dakota: *sneezes*

Medic: I have a wife!

Dakota: :|

-;-;-

*2fort in ruins, Harvey lying dead*

Dakota: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Spy: *face palm*

-;-;-

Dakota: Waugh!

Soldier: ahh! Stop! I could've dropped my bread.

-;-;-

Dakota: Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does!

-;-;-

Spy: We all die. You either kill yourself or get killed.

Dakota: *holding a knife at Harvey's neck* Reasonable.

-;-;-

Scout: if you wanna play baseball, you gotta be a baseball.

-;-;-

Dakota: Get to Del Taco. They got a new thing called, called, FR E SH A VOCA DO! *laughing uncontrollably*

-;-;-

Demo: *playing piano*

Scout: SLAM!!! *slams the keyboard*

*Piano falls apart*

-;-;-

Dakota: When there's too much drama at Teufort, all you gotta do is, walk away, aye, aye.

-;-;-

Sniper: *throws frisbee*

Dakota: *gets hit by frisbee*

-;-;-

Medic: *laughs insanely*

Dakota: I love that laugh. *Imitates it*

-;-;-

Dakota: I do love working here. It's just we have a lot of laughs.

Also Dakota: Flick off Harvey, I'm not going to your freaking funeral!

-;-;-

Dakota: A potato flew around my room before you came.

*Potato flying around*

Sniper: ...

-;-;-

Spy: I am extremely happy, can 'ou tell by my face?

Dakota: ....

-;-;-

Dakota: *holding water hose at Pyro*

Pyro:

Dakota: *activates hose*

Pyro: *goes insane*

-;-;-

Heavy: *rubbing stomach* Olay.

Dakota: XD

-;-;-

Sniper: Hey, how you doing?

Dakota: Well, I'm doing just fine. I lied, I'm dying inside.

-;-;-

Scout: How do you know what's good for me?!?

Spy: That's MY OPINION!!!

Dakota: Dang!

-;-;-

Dakota: Demo, do you want the scrumpy? *Throws bottle at stack of cups*

Demo: *crashes into it*

-;-;-

Sentry: *minding its business*

Spy: *saps it*

Engineer: What the heck, Spy?

-;-;-

Harvey: *standing there*

Dakota: *hiding*

Dakota: *Punches him*

Harvey: *quick scrambling*

-;-;-

Nobody:

Pyro: *flying through the air* WE'RE SOARING!!!

-;-;-

Scout: *walking like a duck*

Spy: *visible disappointment*

-;-;-

Dakota: Welcome to physics!

Engineer: *let's sentry combust and fly through the base*

Dakota: HOLY MOLY!!!

-;-;-

Dakota: *holds Sniper's hand*

Sniper: *pulls away*

-;-;-

Dakota: Oh my gosh! I love Chipotle!

Dakota: Chipotle is my life!

-;-;-

Dakota: *spills water on Demo*

Demo: *wakes up* Hello?

-;-;-

Medic: *walks by*

Dakota: *beeps horn*

Medic: *throws the spy head.*

Dakota: *laughing*

-;-;-

Engineer: *fires pistol*

Dakota: *jumps off of the couch* THIS IS WHY SPY DOESN'T LIKE YOU!!!

-;-;-

*The team, standing there.*

Dakota: Look at all those mercs!

-;-;-

Dakota: Two guys, chilling in a hot tub! Five feet apart cause they're not ga-.

-;-;-

Dakota: *stifled wheezing laughter*

-;-;-

Sniper: *cusses*

Dakota: *falsetto* wAtCh yOuR pRofAniTy!

-;-;-

Dakota: Remember one time I liked you?

Harvey: no.

Dakota: Good, because it never happened.

Harvey: aw.

Dakota: Aha! *Flips him off*

-;-;-

There will be a part two...

#Long post #Incorrect quotes vines #Vines #Tf2 as vines with my oc #Tf2 oc #Tf2?#Dakota Spades #Harvey Wellington #Tf2 oc as vines

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stranger-who-writes-fiction · 3 years

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I realize I’m several days late but I still wanted to make a list! For episode 6x08, “Welcome Back, Kara” because it has E V E R Y T H I N G. A giant trash monster, and parental drama! Pressure at CatCo, and repressed trauma! Kara and Alex have a Danvers Couch Scene™!

The opening mission with Brainy that culminates in the reveal of the cake (with little donut decorations!) was very fun and cute.

J’onn, back at the tower, re: Kara: “Hopefully she's having the first restful night she's had in a while.”

SMASH CUT to nightmares.

HahaHA the PAIN

But it’s so gooooood.

Kara needing not one hug but TWO hugs and her face! Her face when she asks!

MEMORIES OF SEASON ONE KARA ASKING ALURAGRAM FOR A HUG!!!

And I love that Kara and Alex both kinda dissolve into relieved, happy laughter after Kara’s Phantom Rant. It was such a nice, lived-in bit of character interaction.

The ‘Welcome Back Kara’ party (complete with a lil’ banner!) was adorable and made me feel feelings and the song was just the right vibe for the scene.

Mmmmm we love that sun imagery for Supers, yes we do!

Also MORE HUGS! SO MANY HUGS! WHAT GOOD HUG CONTENT!

Not just a large quantity of hugs, either, but a whole SPECTRUM, a RANGE of hugs! Hugs that come with sharing your feelings! Silent hugs! Hugs with crying! Hugs with barely-contained crying!

It Was Good.

Really glad Papa Zor-El ended up being Not Evil. There are precious few continuities in which Kara’s dad isn’t a huge Creep.

And in fact! I think Papa Zor has at last earned the title: (Second) Space Dad.

(I’m sorry, but J’onn will always be first. It’s nothing personal Zor.)

I enjoyed the little bit we got with Uncle Archie from Midvale! Honestly, though, I would’ve loved to see more office shenanigans.

(That said, the copier bit was great but it was Kara’s tiny, ‘oh, oh...oh dear’ that really sold it for me.)

Backing up a little, Nia hastily telling Kara her cover story, and then BAILING when Andrea appears. XD

NIA. Don’t leave Kara hanging like that!

Then we get the satellite save and I very much enjoyed the joyful, father-daughter superpower bonding that happened.

A tiny thing, perhaps, but I appreciate that they repeatedly acknowledged that the climate crisis is complicated, and that Zor-El and the Superfriends cannot realistically fix it in the space of a single 40 minute episode of television.

Another thing I appreciate? THE RETURN OF KELEX!

And man we get a FORTRESS TRIP as well?!?!

As I said. This episode has everything.

(Folks love to rag on the CGI when it’s Not Great but you rarely see folks pointing out when it’s solid so may I just say, the opening shot of Kara and Zor entering the Fortress? Looked pretty good!)

Okay so speaking of the Fortress, I’ve not yet really touched on why I love this episode so much (I mean, aside from all the stuff I’ve listed thus far) and obviously, I am here for that Good Kara Content.

Namely, unpacking her time in the Phantom Zone.

In Classic Kara fashion! She attempts to repress, repress, REPRESS. Except her plan to just forget about it doesn’t work because Andrea’s assigned her a story on the Phantom attacks and BOY OH BOY, Kara’s emotional turmoil when she discovered that Phantoms had escaped? And hurt people????

AND having to contend with triggers for her PTSD???

Oh, it huuuurts. :C

It builds to the big trash fight (trash throw-down? trash brawl? Trawl?) and okay, several things:

I loved Oscar, he was taken from us too soon.

I mean I know Kelex is still around, but. Can you imagine? That big ol’ trash heap sweeping out the Fortress? Oh, what could’ve been. XD

I knew J’onn shielding Kara as she has a panic attack was gonna get me right in the feels.

And THEN, of course, we get the reminder that it isn’t just Kara who has lingering PTSD! Alex obviously has some feelings on the matter of Kara being in danger and like, DYING.

Man the SpaceFam trio shot was so great and then Nia running in to shield them all TOP TIER CONTENT, I TELL YA.

And on the subject of Nia!

Really enjoyed how they used Zor-El as like. Not only a way to further Kara’s story, but also as a catalyst for Nia and Lena to have shared parent (specifically mom) feelings.

And Zor got his OWN little arc about the guilt for not saving Krypton!

Very efficient/economical storytelling!

Like, all of the various plots tie in so nicely together; even when characters are apart, it all feels connected.

Another good bit of economical storytelling: the conceit about the DEO not dumping its waste properly, which causes problems with the trash.

I do think the exposition dumps (ha, ha) got a little rough towards the end of the episode, but the overall through-line of Earth having a wide variety of alien technology that can work well together or mix very poorly was a great worldbuilding detail that they were able to build into like. A whole plot.

(Some stuff I forgot to mention, sorry it’s out of order: “Oh no. He’s named after that irritable green creature who lives with the garbage.” The actor’s line read here was excellent.

Also Zor binged Sesame Street and that’s perfect, I tell ya.)

Right, okay, so. Trash monster is defeated by the Superfriends and we get that lovely scene between Kara and Zor and I’ve seen the complaint that the Zor stuff fell flat because he’s not been built up enough as a character but I dunno. While his side might feel a little thin, the like. Entirety of six seasons of Kara trying to live up to that first, "You will do extraordinary things,” but then having her dad tell her, ‘You don’t have to carry the weight of this or any world every minute of every day.’

Feels like really great character work, IMO.

(I’m perpetually behind on podcasts these days BUT, I did get a chance to listen to some of the most recent Supergirl’s Attic episode, which delves into all of the various character arcs, so if you want a very thoughtful, thorough breakdown of Kara’s series-long journey, I recommend checking it out!)

AND THEEEEEEN!

Some other scenes occur.

But then AFTER THOSE SCENES.

DANVERS SISTERS. WITH CHINESE FOOD. DISCUSSING TRAUMA. AND ANOTHER HUG.

Man this episode. THIS EPISODE.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“You are not alone. You’ve got me.”

*cue soft, sad version of “Harnessing Anger”*

“Healing together.”

AND KARA NAMEDROPS IRIS?!?!?! AND USES HER ARTICLE SERIES AS INSPIRATION FOR HOW SHE’S GONNA WRITE THE PHANTOM PIECE?!?!?!

AND ALEX DOING THE GOOFY DRUMROLL WITH THE CHOPSTICKS?!?!?!?!

And I didn’t even mention Andrea’s side-quest, or William! Who is here! Getting to do stuff! Like writing articles on improper waste disposal!

He’s also dating someone else (oh nOoooOoooOOO) but like. Way too soon to tell if this is a wrap-up or a speedbump; I’m inclined to think it will at least be revisited, since we didn’t get to see Kara’s feelings on the matter.

Regardless, so happy to see him again! And I like the ongoing drama at CatCo, and how Andrea is like. Totally willing to use her superpowers to morally dubious ends.

Also looks like we’re getting a little break from a certain character and that is all I will say on that.

We end with a Nxly (Nixly??? How are we collectively spelling this?) tease and oddly no promo for the next episode. But I don’t even CARE because this one was so goshdang PACKED with EXCELLENT CONTENT.

75/10, easily one of my favorites thus far.

Pretty sure these won’t be regular things b/c currently, my schedule can best be described as, ‘a hot mess’

So I’ll just say, ‘until next time!’ (Whenever that may be!)

#SG post #supergirl spoilers #supergirl season 6 spoilers #long post #kara danvers #alex danvers #gif #gifs

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mysticaltigersorceress · 3 years

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That Which Will Never Change

Hello! I took part of a server gift exchange, and this is my gift for @mushroomgrenade

This is a scenario with their oc, B. I absolutely fell in love with B while writing this, and yes, I angsted. I'm only sorta sorry xD But hey, I gave it a bittersweet ending though

Length: 2.4k

Characters: B, Izo, Ace, Haruta, Marco, Thatch, Buggy, Shanks, Whitebeard, Oden, Gold Roger, Rayleigh

Warnings: Implied Death/flashback

Ao3: (clickable)

B stepped out of her cabin into the sunlight, relishing the gentle warmth of the early morning sun. The breeze lightly rustled her hair and clothes. What a lovely day to make land.

The Moby Dick had dropped anchor at what presented itself as a calm spring island. (Who knew, knowing the weather stability of the Grandline, perhaps it would start raining spiked hail balls later.) The low rolling hills were covered in young, light green grass and the occasional scrubby bush broke up the neverending landscape. The smell of soil and wildflowers mixed with the salty sea breeze just added to the excitement of being back on land.

Of course, there were still chores and duties to carry out before they got to relax. Everyone had their assignments for what needed to be done first, and B was no exception.

B was just about to disembark when she spotted Ace and Haruta chatting outside of the washrooms. Ace was carrying a Cameko Den-Den Mushi in his hand, trying to hold it inconspicuously behind his back. Both might’ve appeared casual, but something about the way they kept snickering and glancing around told her they were up to something She perked her ears to them but didn't watch them directly so they didn't realize she was onto them.

"Ready to head into town, B?" B nearly jumped in surprise, but smiled since she recognized the voice. She turned and looked up to smile at Izo, who had materialized behind her. She pressed her finger to her lips and slyly pointed in Ace and Haruta’s direction. His brow furrowed as he looked where she pointed and tried to figure out just what she wanted him to see. A slight tilt of his head followed by the slightest grin and she knew he connected the dots.

“Just what are those two up to?"

"If I had to guess, they're up to no good." She chuckled. "Should we check, or wait to see what happens?"

Izo focused his keen eyes on them, and he slowly grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Let's wait." He smiled down at her, expression as gentle as always.

They sat against the railing together and settled into idle chatter as they waited. It wasn't long until there was a flash of light followed by angry yelling.

"WHO’S IDEA WAS IT?!" Marco bellowed and B couldn't help but laugh as he angrily burst onto the deck. His usually golden blonde hair was now dyed bright purple, and Ace and Haruta were cackling delightedly as they evaded him. Ace and Haruta decided the wisest course of action would be to escape to the island and take off running. Marco transformed his arms into wings and flew after them, hot on their heels.

"Purple looks fairly nice on him," Izo chuckled. Well, they’d relaxed long enough. Time to get to work. Izo led the way down the gangplank, B following just behind him.

"COMING THROUGH!" B checked over her shoulder and lurched out of the way of Shanks and Buggy as they barrelled haphazardly down the gangplank. Buggy was shouting at Shanks as they raced each other up the beach into a vibrant jungle, shoving his face angrily against Shanks' face, but Shanks just laughed as he always did. B shook her head and chuckled at their antics. B turned to comment to Izo, but the beach was clear. Where had Izo gone?

“B, would you mind keeping up with them?” B’s cheeks grew warm, and she turned to the ship at her back. The Oro Jackson had replaced the Moby Dick in the cove, and there on the deck stood Rayleigh. Part of her wondered what happened to the Moby Dick and the other Whitebeard Pirates, but she quickly dismissed it. She was also a member of Roger’s crew. Why shouldn’t she be here with them?

“Sure thing–” A loud crack followed by screaming and crashing came from the jungle just off the shore. “Oh, for goodness sake,” B rolled her eyes and lightly jogged up the beach into the jungle. Oden was rubbing off on those two far too much.

As she searched the foliage for the troublesome apprentices, something felt slightly off, but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was. The jungle didn’t give off any immediate signs of danger, nor could she sense any bloodlust toward her.

“Shanks? Buggy? Where did you little brats wander off to?” B yelled into the trees.

“Red nose? Red hair?”

Her voice seemed to fall flat against the trunks. No leaves rustled. There were no animals in the underbrush. No birds in the canopy.

She held still. This was the sound of perfect silence.

Where did everyone go?

B caught a flash of movement in her peripheral vision and whipped around. There was a flicker of orange amidst the green and she bolted after it, nevermind what it was. She should be able to handle it, whatever it was.

B stopped. Where had… whatever it was gone? She watched for a sign of anything living or moving around her. The jungle was eerily still again.

Wait a moment. Which way was the shore? She hadn’t gotten herself lost, had she? A final glance through the foliage and she turned back the way she came. She should get back to her crew! The trees seemed to press closer and closer together as she tried to retrace her steps. Nothing seemed familiar, nor could she see, smell, or hear the sea from where she was. Just how far had she gone into the jungle?

From her left came a rustle and B took up a defensive position. The plants shook; whatever it was drew closer. She started to launch into action but stopped when she recognized the face that poked out.

"Fushichou-chan," B relaxed. “It’s you.” Marco gave her one of his reserved smiles.

"What are you doing out here yoi? The party's already started." He gestured for her to follow him and led her through the trees. She walked close to him, close enough for their shoulders to brush. She didn’t want to get lost again. His hair was still bright purple and looked like an exotic flower had been placed atop his head. She stretched her hand out and ruffled it, chuckling quietly.

“Purple doesn’t look half bad on you,” she teased, laughing at his grumpy expression. He sulked at her laugh and grumbled under his breath about the shampoo that was now wasted due to hair dye being in it. While her gaze was fixed upon him, her foot caught on a root and she went down, throwing her hands out to catch herself. Marco caught the back of her coat before she hit the ground and lifted her up to set her back on her feet.

“Watch your step, yoi.”

“Thanks, sorry,” B mumbled apologetically. Marco responded by taking her hand in his. They continued quietly walking hand in hand, the only sound being their breathing and their feet on the dirt trail they followed.

And then, B heard something. Familiar voices grew in volume, and suddenly the path they were following opened into a large clearing where the Roger and Whitebeard Pirates were throwing a massive party.

There was one massive bonfire in the center of the clearing, but several smaller fires dotted the space surrounding. Wonderful smells and music filled the air, along with plenty of laughter and banter from the two crews. Marco waved to B and went to say hello to Crocus. B wandered into the party, simply happy to be back with her crews’.

Pops, Roger, and Oden sat together around the largest bonfire, bellowing a sea shanty in between eating and drinking. Jozu was wrestling several people all at once and still winning from what B could tell. Vista dueled with Shanks atop a table, both equally cheered on by both crews. Hugs, handshakes, and waves were distributed to her friends as she explored the festivities. But oh, what was that delicious smell?

“Dammit Ace!” B laughed when she saw what Ace was being cursed out for. Thatch was covered in splattered food and dragging Ace out of a large pot of soup, cursing his younger friend for his narcoleptic habits. Thatch laid him on the ground out of the way, where Ace continued to snore while the commander and chef simply shook his head. B joined him in watching Ace. “Of course he had to fall into the soup, couldn’t just fall backward or to the side.” Thatch complained.

B was quick to dip her finger in the soup and smiled when she licked her finger clean. “Don’t worry, he didn’t ruin the flavor.”

“Hands out!” Thatch scolded her but filled her a bowl without hesitation. “Go sit, and save me a seat!”

B parked herself at the nearest fire pit and sat on a log with plenty of room on either side of her. Kingdew, Blamenco, and Rakyuo were already seated around the fire, and they offered her a warm greeting as she joined them. She smiled and waved silently, seeing as her mouth was currently full of soup. Thatch’s soup was definitely her favorite.

They all scootched closer and brought her into their conversation, though she was too busy happily slurping her soup to add too much to their conversation verbally.

“Why didn’t you save me?”

B froze, spoon in her mouth. She whipped around, dread making her chest tight and heavy. Thatch was smiling down at her.

“Why didn’t you save me a seat?” He laughed and took a place across the fire from her, not noticing how shaken B was. Why was she trembling? Everything was okay, right? She couldn’t think of a reason it shouldn’t be.

But his words began to echo in her mind, tumbling and screaming and glitching with static.

Why didn’t you save me? Wh-y ddidn’t y-Ou SavVe mE? wH-Hy di-IdnnN’T YoUUU–

B dropped her soup and rushed to Thatch, grabbing him fiercely by the shoulders as if possessed. She checked him over frantically, looking for something to be wrong. Something was wrong, but what? The feeling of impending horror and doom filled every fiber of her being, clouded any coherent thought she might’ve previously had.

“B, you okay?” He set his own food down and placed his hands over hers, brow’s furrowed in concern. Her eyes met his, and something in her settled just a little bit. She tried to answer, but the words caught in her throat.

Thatch pulled her into a gentle hug, rubbing his hand against her back, and B latched onto him, unsure why she was so upset.

“B, what’s the matter?” She heard Ace yawn behind her. “Thatch, what did you do this time?”

Thatch didn’t answer. He couldn’t, since he didn’t know, but B knew this wasn’t his fault. Somehow, she felt whatever was wrong was her fault. Ace joined them, placing his hand on top of her head, skin impossibly warm as usual. She struggled to find words to describe what was wrong.

“Forgive me,” B whispered after what felt an eternity.

“What?” Thatch and Ace responded in unison, sounding confused. B felt confused herself. What would they need to forgive her for? But something in her told her she needed both of their forgivenesses. She pulled out of Thatch’s hug enough to look at both of them.

“Please,” She begged them. They gave each other odd looks but nodded.

“You haven’t done anything wrong by us,” Ace crouched next to her and Thatch and placed his hand on her shoulder. “There isn’t anything to forgive.”

“And even if you did wrong us, we’d forgive you. Every time.” Thatch assured her.

“You’re our family. We love you, and nothing will ever change that.”

B wrapped an arm around Ace and Thatch and pulled them into a tight embrace which they returned. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe deeply. Their warmth faded, and their bodies sagged against her, limp, heavy and cold. The sounds of the party faded away. Cold wind whipped her face, the smell of death and smoke filled the air. She opened her eyes and found herself kneeling atop the execution platform in Marineford, the destruction of the Summit War spread before her. Bodies and debris litered the ground. And the words echoed again, grating against her whole being.

WHY DIDN’T YOU SAVE US B?

B shut her eyes and dropped the bodies in her arms, avoiding looking directly at them. Her head was screaming at her, and she squeezed her head in her arms, anything to try to relieve the reverberating in her skull.

B jerked awake, breathing erratically. It took her a moment to get her bearings but recognized where she was. She was in a room at Shakky’s bar in Sabaody.

She slowly lifted her head, blinking furiously to get her eyes to adapt to the candlelight. Something was stuck to her cheek, and she carefully peeled it off and held it up to the light. It was a photograph. B must’ve fallen asleep while looking at her old photo’s. She had spread them all across the table. Some were much older than others, evident from the sun-tampered colors. A few were a bit torn, a few were more well-loved than others. Some carried food stains, some carried tear stains. But they all carried precious memories.

In the picture stuck to B’s cheek, Marco’s hair was purple as opposed to his natural blonde. He was chasing Haruta and Ace across the Moby Dick, Pops and everyone laughing in the background. Izo had taken this photo, and B was barely visible in Blenheim’s pocket, bleary from a nap. The prank had left Marco’s hair purple for nearly two months and had given everyone a good laugh.

Other pictures she’d fallen asleep on included Shanks and Buggy faceplanted in the sand after falling off of the beached Oro Jackson, Roger and Oden drunk off their arses and singing and dancing together, and a particular favorite of her, Izo, Thatch and Ace together. (Thatch was carrying a sleeping Ace like a sack of potatoes, and B got a piggy back ride from Izo.)

The dream was fading fast, but the last words were stuck on repeat in her head, like a scratched cd or a broken record.

Why didn’t you save us?

B stood abruptly and dropped the photograph on the table, suddenly aware of how wet her cheeks were. She grabbed her jacket from the bed and started to leave her room. Yet, she wavered when she got halfway out the door. The urge to go somewhere else eventually lost to another voice in her head.

We’d forgive you.

You’re our family.

B hesitatingly approached her desk, and picked up a photo of her family. Pops and all the commanders smiling up at her. Dream Ace and Marco’s voices came back to her.

We love you, and nothing will ever change that.

Nothing would ever change that.

#B #one piece oc #not my oc #my writing #mvwriting #whitebeard pirates #roger pirates #izo #marco #thatch #ace #whitebeard #oden #gold roger #rayleigh #haruta

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phoenix-manga · 4 years

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[DCA Event] - Six Queens Event Part 5

Warning: Dark Jokes

[Howard - All you wanna do]

It was Cerule’s turn, the ghost sends a promiscuous feeling thorugh her soul. They expected Cerule to be like Briar, vulnerable to being possessed completely not because of a relation in their situation, but more like Cerule is a bit impulsive at times. But surprisingly she was just as strong willed as Vidya, it could be perhaps because of her family’s hereditary power.

Using her voice, the ghost is blocked by the magic that her voice possesses. She gets into center stage as her eyes glowed a bright pink. She gets her act on stage and the audience thought this was just the sexy type character. But they won’t realize that this act was the darkest part of the play.

Cerule starts to ‘roast’ the queens as they tell her that she can’t compete with them in terms of having the worst life. The crowd chuckles at her sarcasm, Jade and Rook were invested in this act and with how she carries herself with such confidence. They stan a queen who knows how attractive they are and doesn’t regret flaunting it.

Cerule: Yeah… yeah, you’re right. I’m gonna need all the luck I can get, your lives sounded terrible and your songs… really helped to convey that. I mean, Catherine, almost moving into a nunnery and then not? It almost could’ve been really hard for you. And Anne! Anne, getting your head chopped off? Surely, that means you’ll win the competition— oh, wait, wait, hang on a sec. Divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded… oh, wait, nevermind. Audience:

And Jane, dying of natural causes? When will justice be served?! And surviving… Audience: *Laughs as she skips Rozeline* Seriously, seriously, Anna, all jokes aside, being rejected for your looks legit sounds really rough. I wouldn’t know anything about that. Audience:

Cerule: I mean look at me, I’m really fit. So yeah. I can’t even begin to think of how I’m going to compete with you all. Oh wait, like this...

She snaps her fingers as the lights flash pink and the song starts. Cerule had been practicing on using her voice for the act, since there was a lot of times she’s lost control over it. The harsh vocal training with Professor Faustus was worth it, she uses her voice to make the audience feel the wave of sensual excitement, but for only a small portion, it was enough to get them to focus on her.

Crowley feels the need to tell her that she shouldn’t be dancing so sensually, but Divus just pulls on his shirt collar again and reminds him that it’s a play, chill out or he’ll be tempted to tighten his tie. (Poor Crowley, his view on the perfectly well-behaved students are being dragged through the gutter, for real though... chill Bird Dad let the Serpent King do the scolding XD)

Jack was now praying to whatever Gods who might be listening to not have Idia kill him as Ortho sits there still with a curious expression. Like the majority of the audience, he can feel his cheeks flush in embarrassment.

Others who are affected are Epel who is red as Riddle who happens to be clutching Trey’s sleeve as the third year was covering his mouth with his hand, Ace is affected too but he’s focused on laughing at Deuce who is covering his eyes with his hands whenever Cerule coincidentally makes eye contact in his spot of the crowd. Cater was just vibing with the music, typical playboy not affected.

Azul is blushing too but he is struggling to NOT look away because he can feel Jade glance at him from time to time. Floyd was just enjoying the music, go figure. For Azul, if he looks away that would mean that the twins would NEVER shut up about this incident for weeks! He’s having a battle, internally with himself and the twins. Cerule’s dancing just makes it worse because it looked so damn convincing! Not to mention the way she sang the song! OCTOBOY IS REACHING PUBERTY XD

Cerule: All you wanna do, all you wanna do baby~ Touch me, love me can’t get enoughsies~ Azul:

But when she reached the climax of her song the feeling of excitement faded as she her expression morphs from playful to a near meltdown, her dancing stops as she shakes off the hands of the queens when they make contact on her body. The crowd goes silent as the feeling of dread and pity washes over them like a raging wave.

Vil, let’s just say that he can find things that he can relate to being fairest. He may or may not have felt like this when he was pursuing his path of reaching ultimate beauty. He applauds Cerule’s acting, it looked so convincing, as if he was seeing the actual young queen go through the trauma of being used by the men in her life.

Cerule: Touch me when will enough BE ENOUGHSIES?! Audience: *silently realizing the real situation*

When the song was over, she could barely feel the possession fading since it was mostly blocked by the magic of her voice. At the end of the song, people were clapping loudly but there was little cheering.

Not because they didn’t like the act but because it took such a dark turn. But they admire the acting because some were in tears, we now know whose been in that situation before.

[Queens Fight]

Cerule lightens the atmosphere by explaining that’s how she was beheaded. This was the part where the queens would start to argue.

It starts when Cerule claims that she is the winner because she’s had it way worse. But the others seem to disagree with that.

Briar comes up to Cerule and states that she may have had it bad but it wasn’t the worst they have heard this evening.

Cerule retorts back by stating that she had sung four choruses, that’s the amount of SH*T she has had to deal with.

Allison speaks up by saying how the situation was similar to hers so she ain’t the only one who has experienced that.

Allison: Wow, yeah, being manipulated by men and paying the price, none of us could possibly imagine what that— oh wait, yeah, I did experience that. Evonie: Yeah, for like that last five minutes of your marriage, Anne! Men had manipulated me from day one. I was literally shipped over from a foreign country, not knowing a single word of English, to marry some random dude. Vidya: Oh my god, same! Audience: *laughs*

Evonie tries to argue again about how the king didn’t even say goodbye but was cut off when Allison and Cerule said that they’ve been there too except she got to keep her lovely neck. The two high five while giving Evonie the stink eye.

And her last statement about the king not allowing her to see her only child who had the chickenpox, which sets Briar off. And the outburst shocks everyone, the motherly queen lashing out in anger.

Evonie: when my one and only child had a raging fever, Henry didn’t even let me, her MOTHER see her- Briar: OH BOOHOO! Baby Mary had the chickenpox and you weren’t there to hold her hand! You know, it’s funny because when I wanted to hold my newborn son, I died!

Malleus: *Was just accepting it at face value and has no energy left to be shook anymore*

The entire room was silent as they gawked at Briar’s outburst.

Vidya buts in by yelling how she has the plague and the queens all turn to her, concern written on their faces.

Vidya: Guys I have the plague! Queens: What?! Vidya: Lol I’m just kidding my life’s amazing~

At the sight of a smug queen with the other five giving her a displeased look, the crowd erupts into laughter.

Kalim is laughing while he’s clinging to Jamil, Ace was choking on his spit and is trying not to laugh because he is going to lose more oxygen. Floyd is cackling because he would probably do this joke too if he had the money to back it up. Azul is scowling a bit because, let’s face it he had a bad life at childhood.

Although Vidya adds that she was humiliated on an international scale but Allison sarcastically asks who could possibly relate but Evonie snaps at her at what would she know about humiliation. This was the moment that sh*t went down.

Evonie: You seriously wanna talk about humiliation?! Well, when I was queen... Henry had not one, not two but three historically confirmed mistresses! Allison: Oh no, mistresses.. GET OVER IT! When I was queen I had not one, not two, but THREE... M I S C A R R I A G E S!

*Record Scratch*

Vil, Divus, Cater, Rook, Jade and Lilia:

Riddle, Azul, Jack, Sebek and Malleus:

Ace, Deuce, Epel, Ortho, Floyd and Silver:

Crowley:

The audience went apesh*t at that and it got crazier when Evonie one-upped her by yelling how she had five miscarriages. And the five queens started going at each other’s throats and yelling.

Rozeline stopped the fighting by yelling, “That’s ENOUGH!”

[Extra]

Rozeline yelled so loud that it shocked the five queens. To the audience it was just acting but for Rozeline this was going out of control. She could feel the ghosts nearly take over the dorm leaders as they argued. Their eyes glowing brighter and even Vidya and Cerule who had really strong wills to resist were being crumbled down almost becoming vulnerable themselves.

That was a close call for sure, but Rozeline thought back to the moment they got possessed. She had a song prepared about the life of the sixth queen but looking back at it, what was the point of making their pain known? She sympathized with the queens because they were in the same position as her, they felt powerless against the man who held the power to take away their lives. But should she just end the show with their suffering?

What about the happy ending? She wanted them to be recognized but would she want them to be recognized like this?

The six wives of Henry VIII who suffered in his hands?

That was what they were, just HIS wives. Nothing has changed and Rozeline was not about to settle for this!

They’ve had enough suffering, she regrets not seeing this sooner but she’ll make the ending count. Hopefully the girls wouldn’t mind if she went off script for just a bit, right? Time for a histo-rewrite to ensure the legacy of the Six!

She just needs the ghosts to realize that they are so much more than just their history with the king.

#phnx #dca #diamond crown academy #dca events #six queens event #six #twst oc #twst #twisted wonderland oc #dca headcanon #headcanons

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mysticmessenger210 · 4 years

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Hello! Could I request that MC break the RFA + Saeran and V, and that they feel guilty? Sorry if it's a strange request, but I really love ANGST xD

Hi, anon! I suppose you mean that MC break up with them, so if you meant another thing, you can request again.

Also, since you didn't specify, I'm gonna write it as headcanons. Thanks for asking and I hope you enjoy them.

P.D.: I really love writing and reading angst too so... *insert evil laughter*

MC breaking up with the RFA + Saeran + V

🎭ZEN:

—When you tell him you want to break up, his eyes fill up with tears even if he doesn't shed any.

—“Don't cry, Zen, you gotta be strong. You have to talk to them. You can't lose them” he thinks to himself.

—At first, his words are stuck in his throat. Then, he talks:

—“Why? Why would you want this?”

—You explain your motive as he's heart seems to stop beating.

—This can't be happening, right?

—When you end up talking and try to walk away from his apartment, he grabs your arm to stop you.

—“No, please, MC. Let's fix this. Don't do this. Don't go.”

—You bit your lip, feeling a mix of guilt and sadness.

—“Zen... I'm sorry. I can't. This is my decision. Please, understand it.”

—The second you leave the apartment, Zen lets his tears run down his cheeks thinking about how he has lost the most precious person in his world.

🎮YOOSUNG:

—Before you finish the sentence “I think we need to break up”, he has started crying.

—His painful sobs almost make you change your opinion, but only almost.

—“It's better this way”, you think to yourself.

—Yoosung tries to stop you from leaving by hugging you and burying his face in your neck.

—“Please, don't go. I love you!”

—When you leave after a while, Yoosung's heart shatters forever.

—At first, he is a little too much insistent and sends you messages to come back with him.

—But, when you don't reply to him anymore, he finally understands he has to let you go. Even if he doesn't want to.

☕JAEHEE:

—When you tell her you want to break up with her, she doesn't say anything for a minute or so.

—Then, she takes a big breath and calmly asks you why.

—In truth, she isn't calm, but she tries to pretend it.

—Her mind is running wild. Did you get bored of her? Are you in love with someone else? Did she do something wrong?

—After you explain her your reasons, she nods and gives you a sad smile.

—“Ok. If that's what you want... I won't stop you”.

—It's very painful for you to see because you know she is suffering inside. Even if she thinks you can't see it.

—When you close the door behind you, she takes off her glasses and tries to wipe her tears. What she can't because they won't stop coming out.

—For the first four days, she is tempted to call you and ask you to come back with her. But she doesn't do it.

🐱JUMIN:

—He reacts like Jaehee: outside is keeping his calm, but inside...

—PANICS!

—Tries to reason with you.

—"I love you, MC. Don't you love me too? Is there something I can't give to you? Tell me what's wrong and I'll fix it."

—You are dying inside because you know your words are killing him.

—When you go from his apartment, he takes a bottle of wine and drinks it. Jumin, no, please.

—Will call you drunk and tell you that he loves you a lot. You try to calm him and make him go to sleep.

—In the morning, he will call you and apologize for his behaviour. Then, he'll try to give you space.

💻SEVEN:

—"We have to break up."

—He laughs at first, but you can feel a little fear in this laughter.

—"Good joke, MC!"

—"It's not a joke. I'm sorry."

—"Oh." Oh.

—He is confused. And his tears are almost falling from his eyes.

—Will ask you why and, if it's for something he can solve or change, he'll give you reasons to stay with him.

—If you still don't want to be with him, he'll let you go.

—For the first days, he'll hack your phone to stalk you.

🌸SAERAN:

—If he is the Saeran from his main route or Ray, he will react calmer than Unkown or another type of Saeran.

—He still will be panicking and crying.

—He doesn't want you to go.

—"Please, don't leave me as everyone else has done before." Please, don't leave him. I'm CRYING!

—It will take a little while to convince him. Also, you have to assure him that you won't leave him at all. Only that you can't be his girlfriend/boyfriend.

—He still will send you flowers and, like his brother, will stalk you a little bit.

📷V:

—At the moment you sit in his couch with a serious look on your face, he knows something is wrong.

—Doesn't want to think that something is wrong, but then, he hears you talking about breaking up.

—He has a sad expression but doesn't say anything until you finish.

—Wants to know what he didn't do right. He can change, he can be better for you...

—“Just... don't leave me, MC” he speaks so low you almost can't hear him.

—Even if you hear him, you pretend you didn't to make things easier for both of you.

—When you leave, he starts crying and thinking what could he do to make you stay because he will always love you.

I finally finish it!!! Sorry that this took so long. Also, let me know if any of you want a second part where MC tries to get them back.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messenger yoosung #mysme zen #jumin mysme #mysme seven #mysme v #mysme hyun ryu #mysme saeran #mysme jaehee #mysme jihyun #mysme yoosung #breakup #break up headcanon

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wall-maria-fritz · 3 years

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The Wingman (Erwin Smith x Marie)

Chapter 5: The Territory

Reposting this because I am officially overhauling my @levi-lives blog, in lieu of this one because SOMEONE Tumblr won't let my posts show up from there anymore! grrrr.

@levi-lives blog is still up tho, if you would like still see my original posts

The Wingman MASTERLIST

A/N: HELLO! YES I STILL PLAN ON FINISHING THIS BABY So much has happened these past 5 months that’s cost me my peace of mind and caused me so much heartbreak (haha i hate boys but what’s new? lol) But hey! At this point, I’m just choosing to see all this as new material to source my inspirations from now on :P This chapter was written while listening to Pretty Please by Dua Lipa, Laisse-moi t'aimer by Laurie Darmon , and There You Are by WHAT THE DUCK. I actually made a playlist for all the songs I use, and ya’ll can find them HERE! I’ve written you lovelies a looong one for the looong wait! (4K words wtf XD) Enjoy!

Chapter 5: The Territory

Dearest Marie,

The moment you walked in the room, all blazing curls and bright hazel eyes, I knew you had me wrapped around your finger. And what is a man to do, when the most gorgeous woman he’s ever laid eyes upon, makes his heart stop the second she blesses him with her tinkling laugh and charming wit?

Truly Marie, you may very well be the death of me. But if that’s what it takes to keep your heart, then what a wonderful death it would be!

And I do swear, by my soldier’s honor, to offer up my heart to you, for you to do with as you wish. Break it or take it, I am at your whim’s mercy. But I do trust that a woman as gentle as she is beautiful, would never deny a dying man’s wish.

Forever Yours,

Nile

The Titan Territory was at the peak of its happy hour. Chock full of drunkards, lechers, soldiers, and the occasional vagabond. Most nights like these, Marie would be at the tips of her toes. Keeping alert, and focused on getting her work done without attracting trouble. She was a woman in a room full of inebriated men, after all. And it wouldn’t be uncommon for a few of these men to get… more handsy than usual. And it certainly isn‘t new to Marie either

But tonight, the barmaid did not seem to mind all the boisterous men nor the stench of ale. In fact, she looked rather flushed and chipper as she placed another mug of ale in front of a bucked-tooth man. She even smiled sarcastically when yet another man old enough to be her father used yet another recycled pick-up line at her. As opposed to straight up telling the old bloke that the age must be getting to him if his eyes couldn’t tell that she was no angel, but a person who definitely knows how to call the MP’s for harassment.

“Who is he?”

Marie paused pouring a mug to glance at Elena, confused by the sudden question. “Huh? Oh, I don‘t know, another dirty old man clearly.”

“Nooo,” Elena looked pointedly at Marie, her ruby red lips plumping into a tight ‘o.’ “Who’s got you daydreaming and out of it like that? I haven’t heard you give some poor drunk a good smack talk all night.” Marie pursed her lips. Elena immediately pointed a long, equally ruby red fingernail at her. “And that! You keep pursing your lips like that!” Elena’s amber eyes widened exaggeratedly. “Who did you kiss?”

Funny you would ask that, Marie thought sardonically. For the hundredth time that night, her mind reels back to the taste of strawberries and cigarettes, and carefree eyes so blue, she could drown in them. All at once, she is once again engulfed by strong, sure arms, and the heady smell of sandalwood.

And the lovely sight of the woman in front of her pressed against the very man she can’t seem to shake off her system.

Then Marie remembers the letter she received just that morning. Nile’s remarkably careful handwriting, and his smitten words resurfaced in her mind’s eye. Despite the cheesy—not to mention incessant—flirting. Marie certainly never thought Nile had such profound emotions for her. She’d be lying if she said that his confession wasn’t affecting her opinion of him.

Marie smiled, conniving. “I have an admirer.”

Elena was extremely intrigued. “Well? Spill! Who is it?”

The ginger girl smirked. “Guess.”

Before Elena could even speak the name, Marie went ahead and sashayed away from the ravenette, a tray of ale on hand. She knew what name Elena would answer. And she’d be right.

But she didn’t want to think about Nile, nor his tall friend’s irresistible dimpled smile.

So the barmaid bent down to serve mugs of ale and beer at a particularly loud table of drunk garrison soldiers—clearly drinking on duty if the presence of their uniforms were anything to go by– when she was startled out of her reverie by the bawdy laughter of drunks and the hard smack of a man’s hand against her rump. “Is this ass on the menu, girly?”

Marie whirled around, flinging an enraged hand to slap against the wretched bastard’s head, when the surly red-faced soldier caught her hands. They were unbelievably small and weak against his bruising grip. Marie gritted her teeth against the man’s sour ale-breath, and her own pounding heart. She could feel the lecherous eyes of the drunk’s buddies, laughing like predators baring their teeth. It was a busy night, and no one would bat an eye at a barmaid getting harassed in a tavern. She felt like a trapped deer, surrounded by lions in their very lair.

The soldier leaned dangerously close, almost like he’s sniffing her fear out. He tutted at Marie’s stricken face. “Tsk. Tsk. Good little girls don‘t hit their betters.”

Marie, very much a woman of spunk and grit, steeled her resolve.

She was going to give this motherfucker a nasty head-butt.

But she was never able to. Many things happened all at once– a sudden, strong force pushed the man back, making him crash against his group’s heavy wooden table.

He stumbled back, shocked and winded. Her harasser’s friends all shot up from their seats at the commotion, barstools clattering to the ground from the sudden movement.

Marie was pulled back into a solid chest, a firm arm anchoring her there; safe.

“The sign was right. This is Titan territory. This place stinks of one.”

The ginger girl strained her neck up to gape at the tall, imposing form of the very man who’s been haunting her thoughts all night. Erwin’s blue eyes barely even acknowledged the woman nestled against his chest. They were solely trained on the bastard coughing on the floor. Marie shivered. Erwin Smith looked cold and wicked.

Like the Devil passing judgement.

The drunk man whipped his head up, a menacing snarl distorting his red face as he clambered up off his ass.

“What was that, boy?”

“Just an observation.” Erwin sounded almost like he couldn’t care less if he was talking to a drunk gang of trained Garrison soldiers. Much less that he just shoved one.

The soldier guffawed. “Ho ho! You got some wit to ‘ya, pretty boy! But didn’t your momma teach you to never mess with a Titan’s territory?!” He moved to reach for a disgusted Marie, when his hand was abruptly grabbed and halted by an unshakeable grip.

Nile Dawk’s face was painted with a scowl. His dark eyes shooting daggers at the drunkard.

“Well she ain’t yours, Sergeant Kemper.”

Kemper spluttered, and tore his hand away. “Did we guess that right, sir?” Nile taunted, his eyes alight with the adrenaline in his system pumping for a fight. His gaze briefly caught Marie’s wide-eyed stare, and winked. Marie’s cheeks went hot.

“And?! I’m a known soldier! What’s a couple of backwater punks gonna do, huh?” Kemper and his friends were just about ready to start a brawl, when Mike stepped in—knuckles cracking, nose sniffing out blood, his massive bulk intimidating. One look at the giant told them that he could sweep them all out, no problem.

Mike just grunted. “A hell of a whole lot, actually.”

Kemper very nearly whimpered like a kicked dog.

“I’m sure Captain Brezenska* wouldn’t like to hear reports of his men gallivanting around with barmaids, while drunk on duty and in uniform, yes?’’ It was Erwin who dealt that final blow. And just like that, the men trudged up and out The Territory, a slew of empty threats trailing in their wake.

Marie sighed. Relieved that what would have been a messy fight, was diffused.

Then Marie broke out of the arm holding her, and turned on Erwin. “Are you out of your mind?! You could’ve caused those men to seriously hurt you! Those are full-fledged soldiers. What if a brawl broke out? We’d all be banned from here!”

Erwin was taken aback. He certainly didn’t expect this response from a girl he just saved.

Nile immediately stepped in, holding his hands up. “Relax, Marie! My wingman here was just making sure those bastards knew not to mess with my girl!” Nile had an arm hooked around Erwin, and was grinning flirtatiously at her when Mike joked lowly.

“You better pee around her then, if you don’t want the wolves scenting your territory!”

Erwin and Nile froze, wide eyes boring into Mike’s careless, smirking, stupid face.

Marie straightened up, like a feline rearing her claws. A single perfect eyebrow arched high on her forehead.

Mike immediately choked on the booming laughter bubbling up in his throat, and stuttered out a cough and an apology– clearly forgetting that he was in the presence of a lady.

Although Nile and Erwin didn’t miss how Marie—this feisty, pretty little thing—singlehandedly brought a man who just threatened a group of drunks with just the sight of him, to a sheepish stutter. Marie decided then to let the comment slide. The man did just drive her harassers away.

Then like a cruel reminder, Elena’s full voice rang out. “Looks like my favorite customer decided to pay a visit!”

As is usually the case where Erwin and Elena are involved, Marie resisted the urge to roll her eyes back into her skull. The voluptuous brunette sashayed over to Erwin, who had one of his cheeky smiles playing around his lips. His dark blue eyes sending a naughty promise.

Mike brotherly clapped Erwin’s back. “Guess that’s my cue too.” He asks Elena, “Is that cutie Charley around? I heard I’m her favorite customer,” Mike smirked. Elena laughed, and pointed to where the tiny blond barmaid Mike was fooling around with last time was. When Mike left, Elena turned to Marie with a knowing look in her eye. “Let Erwin and I leave you two alone,” her red lips purred.

Marie was beginning to loathe that shade of red lipstick.

And was it just Marie, or was her perfume more nauseating than usual?

Nile stepped towards Marie, and nodded at his friend. “Go ahead man, knock yourself out, I got her.”

Erwin chuckled at the heart eyes his poor friend was making at the girl beside him, who was none the wiser.

None the wiser, because Erwin knew that longing look on Marie’s face only meant that her mind was back at that charming apartment of hers too.

His calloused hands around her waist, her moans in his mouth.

Bright hazel eyes met deep blue ones. For a flicker of a moment, neither Marie nor Erwin wanted the other to go.

But just for a flicker.

“We’re not carrying you home again if you get shit-faced, Nile!” Erwin called to his friend, before he left with his hand against Elena’s back.

And like a bad omen, Marie watched Erwin’s broad back go.

“Again?”

Marie turned to Nile, her arms crossed, and one hip jutted out in amusement. She was smiling prettily at the man, whose rugged looks blushed crimson under her bright hazel eyes’ scrutiny. Nile rubbed the back of his neck and looked away, “Smith doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about.” Marie laughed; a carefree, happy sound.

It absolutely captured Nile’s heart.

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow, walking back to the bar to settle more orders. Nile followed her, leaning against the countertop as he watched the pretty barmaid go about her work. “Heck yeah,” Nile flashed her a megawatt smile. “That bastard doesn’t even get back to the barracks until after sunrise whenever he makes a go for one of his chicks.” Marie’s heart sank. “Is he always chasing after girls?” she huffed.

Nile blinked, then looked to where Erwin was. Marie followed his gaze, and found Elena all but giving the handsome blonde a lap dance.

Erwin seemed to be enjoying himself.

Marie’s eyes went to slits again. Nile saw this, and took it as another case of girls being so oddly protective of their girlfriends. The ravenette shook his head, “Erwin is a good man. He’s like a brother to me. He likes to play around sure, but I’ve never met a man with more honor. He’s much too gentlemanly to fuck your friend like a common whore.” Nile chuckled, “And besides, it’s the girls who chase after Erwin…”

Nile trailed off, his lips setting into a line when he saw the warmth that came over the look in Marie’s eyes.

Nile’s long fingers held Marie’s chin and moved her gaze back to him.

“But I’m not here to talk about Erwin.”

Tender hazel eyes became playful.

Meanwhile, Nile’s silver ones crinkled at the edges at the sound of Marie’s sweet voice saying, “What then, Cadet Dawk?” Marie hadn’t realized how close Nile was. And just like the last time she was this close to the man, she could see the thick dark lashes framing the Nile’s light eyes. Except that now Marie saw how those eyes, paired with his high cheekbones, made Nile look like a dark elven sprite come to cause mischief upon mortals.

Marie recalled the letter he sent her, and thought it fitting that this dark sprite would write such enchanting words. She still didn’t know what sorcery came over her that she was half-bewitched by this man’s one letter.

Nile carded his hands through his unruly dark locks, willing his beating heart to calm down. Sweet Sina she’s adorable, he thought.

There was so much Nile wanted to tell Marie. How he woke up every single day looking forward to the next time he’ll see her, thinking of all the little details of himself he wanted to let her know…

As much as he’d like to know all the little details she could ever offer him.

Yet, the poor guy could only splutter out a shaky and ineloquent “I-I… uhh, did you get my letter?”

Marie’s lips quirked up to a girlish giggle. If his letter was anything to go by, Marie knew Nile’s intentions had far more depth than that. Marie grinned while a lingering thought remained in her mind—this is a far cry from the Nile she read in that letter.

Perhaps Nile Dawk is more of a poet than a Romeo, Marie mused.

“I did. And you really are too sweet, Nile. I don‘t know what to say. I didn’t know you felt that way.”

Nile immediately sucked in a breath, gasping out, “Of course I do! I—I couldn’t get my mind off of you. ” He winced. He sounded like an idiot. Like a desperate schoolboy talking to his first crush.

Not at all like the charming and suave man those letters made him out to be. It got Nile thinking that maybe he overestimated Erwin’s way with words a tad bit too much. But instead of making him feel like an absolute fool for it, Marie laughed good naturedly at his response.

“Cat got your tongue?” Marie teased, grinning at his antics. There was something Marie found really quirky about a man being so bold in writing, but so tongue-tied in person.

He’s kinda…cute, Marie realizes.

And like the fates deciding a destiny sealed shut and done, Nile felt his heart give a finalizing beat that this woman would be the woman he’d spend the rest of his days with.

Nile gave a relaxed, even relieved smile, and took Marie’s soft hand.

He brought it to his lips, and kissed the delicate, milky flesh.

Marie bit her lip as her cheeks burned red at the feel of his stubble grazing her hand. Nile’s silver eyes flashed up at her, and grinned boyishly, “I‘m more of a man of action.”

I got her.

The words echoed in Erwin’s head like a threat.

I got her.

The Territory’s lowlighting only accentuated the sharp planes of Erwin’s scowling face. Elena had left to get him his fourth glass of whiskey—on the rocks, just the way he liked it—after the very welcome distraction the minx gave him. If it weren’t for the woman draping herself all over his lap, her luscious dark hair entangled around his fingers, he would’ve probably not have stopped himself from moping longingly—not unlike what he was doing now– at the sight of his best friend making his Marie giggle.

His Marie?

Erwin dragged a hand over his face. His thick eyebrows scrunched together, as he felt a dull throb slowly form in his head. He needed a cigarette.

She isn’t MY Marie, Erwin scolded himself. He took out a joint, lit it up, and held it to his lips like muscle memory. He took in a deep drag, and watched Marie throw back her wild ginger curls in a fit of laughter, her freckled cheeks blooming almost as crimson as her hair. She’s been amusing herself with Nile’s puppy dog flirtation for a good hour now.

“Go ahead man, knock yourself out, I got her,” Nile’s voice intruded his thoughts like a restless conscience.

No, Marie was never his. Erwin narrowed his eyes at the indulgent smile on Marie’s lips, as if she were cooing at his friend like a child, and wondered—

Perhaps Marie did not belong to anyone.

Erwin’s mind reels back to when he and Nile were just writing that first letter he left in Marie’s doorjamb….

It was an ungodly hour to still be awake in the barracks, but Nile took it upon himself to invade Erwin’s bunk with a pen and paper and a candle enough to last an hour. So now Erwin found himself with his copy of the Blue Book* against his thigh, the piece of paper atop it, and Nile practically moaning to him all the sappy little details of his love for a certain freckled ginger in the candlelight.

Mike was in his own bunk above Erwin‘s, pretending to have fallen asleep.

There was no way in hell he was gonna volunteer his ears for Nile’s emotional masturbation.

Erwin groaned, “Nile, do you know how physically painful it is to listen to you right now?”

“Why can’t I just tell her how much I wanna kiss her? How much I wanna give her the moon and the stars? How she’s literally my dream girl and how I swear to Sina, I’m gonna marry her?” Erwin rolled his eyes at that; Nile wants to marry every girl he ‘falls in love’ with.

“…Isn’t that the sort of thing girls want to hear?” Nile was truly perplexed, the poor bastard.

Erwin winced at his friend.

Mike couldn’t help it. “Sure, if she’s a goddamn fifteen year old virgin!” he called down from his bunk.

“Oi! I thought you were asleep!” Nile hissed, prompting Mike to start fake snoring again.

Erwin gave an exhausted sigh. It was late, he wanted to sleep. “Didn’t I tell you? Marie’s a full grown woman. That sort of flattery isn’t going to work on her anymore. She isn’t going to entertain just because you tell her how much you want her, you gotta make her realize how much she wants you.”

Nile looked skeptical. “Alright then, Eyebrows. How would you do it?”

Blue eyes looked into the dancing flame of the candle at his trunk, his pen poised upon the paper.

“I would tell her how I notice all her little details—her curls, her eyes, the way she throws her head back when she laughs—and how they made me feel like a fool the first moment I saw them.” Erwin’s lips quirked up as he continued to look into the flame, “But most of all, I’d talk about her mind, her heart…”

Nile felt his teeth grind, and the muscles in his jaw twitch.

Mike stopped snoring; wide awake now.

They waited. Erwin continued, a glazed look still in his eyes.

“…How a woman like her makes me want to devote my very life to her.”

“Woah, don’t lose your cool, Wingman.”

Mike’s gruff voice pulled Erwin out of his reverie, as his friend joined him where he was leaning against the bar top.

He probably already got bored of his girl, Erwin thought.

Mike was already holding his own glass of bourbon in one hand, cigarette in the other. The larger man nudged the hand holding the joint at Erwin for the lighter. Erwin wordlessly held out the light, and Mike placed the stick against the flame.

It’s always been like this with Mike. The two moved together with a wordless sense of trust and understanding; as seamlessly as a well-oiled machine.

“What happened to ‘Tomcat’?” Erwin chuckled, as he smoked with his friend. Mike just smirked, “Nah, you’re the Wingman now. Derek’s the Tomcat, more like. Müller certainly thinks so. Besides,” his green eyes slid over to Erwin’s hunched over form. “I think you’re losing your mojo.”

Erwin laughed out loud at that, a few curious heads turning to the handsome man throwing his blonde head back. Erwin’s broad shoulders straightened into their usual confident set. “You’re full of absolute bullshit Zacharias, that’s what I think.” He cocked a thick eyebrow at Mike’s scoffing, shaking head, “And it’s Müller’s daughter who thinks that. Müller thinks Derek’s a rodent he has to kill.” Erwin inhales a drag, “And like most pests, he’s a bitch to get rid of.”

Mike just hummed observantly, taking a sip of his bourbon. “Well, can you blame him? Your brother’s fighting for the woman he loves. That’s more than you seem to have the balls for.”

Erwin was silent.

The two men continued to watch their friend try to make Marie take a break, and sit down for a drink with him. She only just deflected him for the fifth time that night.

Mike sighed and placed a firm hand on Erwin’s shoulder. “Look, a bastard like me is in no place to tell you how to love– that just isn’t my thing. And Marie’s a special girl, I can tell.”

Erwin glanced sharply at the taller man.

Mike rolls his eyes, “Don’t worry!” Then hastily adds with clear exasperation, “She ain’t my type! But writing those letters?” Mike motions his head to Nile and Marie across the room.

“It’s going to hurt you, brother.”

Mike started swirling the bourbon in his glass, contemplating. “I understand that you do it out of love for our friend, but this can hurt Nile just as much. You had better pick a side, Smith. This woman, or your friend?” Mike threw back his drink in one swift gulp.

“But either way, it’s going to break your heart.”

Erwin blinked at Mike.

Then he chuckles warmly, a hand flicking away his blonde hair.

He’s always known that Mike was as keen as they come, but…

“Since when were you so wise, Bloodhound?

A/N: AND THIS IS THE PART WHERE I RAMBLE AND DON’T HAVE TO WRITE PROPERLY LMAO

Captain Brezenska - I always had this headcanon that Rico comes from a military family, considering how seriously she takes her job as a Garrison soldier compared to her peers. Not to mention how she seems to have risen through the ranks as Captain despite looking quite young. I imagine, unlike the Survey Corps, you’ll need YEARS of experience to become an Elite Squad captain in the Garrison, since well… a third of the regiment doesn’t die every three months lol. So the Captain Brezenska mentioned here is Rico’s father!

The Blue Book- Another headcanon! The US Army calls their official guide to military training and maneuvers as “The Blue Book.” I think it made sense for the Cadet Corps to make use of a ‘Blue Book’ for its trainees as well.

That’s all for now! I’m working on a shit ton of other projects rn (I’m a commissioning artist hihihuhuhu) Not to mention c o l l e g e (ugh.) So Chapter 6 might take a while huhu.

In the meantime, I would love love love to interact with you lovelies, since I missed ya’ll sooo much! You can go hit me up here anytime! Or even at my ig: @artexmaria where I post a lot of my art, AND where I may or may not post my Derek Smith art if anyone’s wondering about Erwin’s hot old brother *winkwink.* Y’all can also find me on AO3 as RosemaryTumbleweed <3

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The First of Many Candles

Pairing : TK Strand / Carlos Reyes (9-1-1 Lone Star)

Summary : Today is Carlos’s birthday, and TK swears he isn’t trying to ruin it on purpose. Really.

Notes : For @howtosingit, because today you deserve everything. Bri, I wish you the happiest of birthdays and I hope you enjoy this tiny contribution into that crazy fandom of yours. It’s not much, and I have no idea how good it’ll be, but I wanted to do this for you. I’m so thankful I’ve already been able to call you a friend for the past 10 years, and I wish you all the best for this coming year, may it bring you as much happiness as possible !

I hope you know how truly and completely I love you, and that you are one of my favourite people on earth. However, I also truly hope you know that the chances of this happening again are slim, because man writing them was HARD XD

This work can also be read on Ao3

This is definitely shaping up to be one of the best birthdays he’s had, Carlos thinks when he wakes up to the pleasant feeling of soft kisses being peppered all over his face, lips and slight stubble brushing against his skin every few seconds, and he smiles softly at the gesture.

Even with his eyes still closed and in his half awake state, there’s no way he wouldn’t recognize the lips that are continuing to shower him with affection, and even if he had hoped to sleep in a little more today of all days, he has to admit this is one hell of a wake up call.

His birthday truly is shaping up to be a great one already, he thinks as he opens up his eyes and is faced with one smiling TK Strand.

“Morning,” whispers TK with a soft smile, before he bends down once more from where he is leaning on the side of the bed to press his lips against his.

“TK, I have morning breath,” Carlos tries to protest, prompting the other man to sit up from his position, and pick up the mint box they keep on the nightstand for this very reason.

As TK opens the box in search of one of the sweets, Carlos recalls Owen’s speech from when he had found a very similar box in TK’s room, and had gifted them both with a speech about how sweets and sugar this early in the morning or before bed was bad for both one’s dental hygiene and one’s health. TK had kept quiet about the reason they had the need to keep such a thing in close proximity to the bed and had just let his father’s lecture roll over him, which Carlos was still thankful for today, wishing to retain somewhat of a professional relationship with the older man.

Thankfully, all thoughts of Owen are quickly pushed away from Carlos’s mind as soon as TK drops the mint box onto the side of the bed. His boyfriend bends forward and pushes one of the mints in his mouth, before he dives right back onto his lips for a heated kiss.

Well, ok then. He really doesn't need further encouragement.

After a few minutes of their tongues brushing against each other as they trade lazy kisses, Carlos brings both of his arms to go around TK’s neck, pulling the other man fully against him until his boyfriend is straddling his body and hovering over him.

At the move, TK peppers a few more quick kisses against Carlos’s lips before he tries to pull away, only to laugh against Carlos’s lips when his boyfriend refuses to budge to let him lean away.

“Happy birthday,” TK says softly, once Carlos finally allows him to pull back, and Carlos feels his mouth lift up into an answering smile.

“How are you here ? I thought you had to work,” he asks his boyfriend, eyes wandering all over his boyfriend’s face as if not quite able to believe the other man is truly here, and TK just grins at him.

“Actually, I requested the day off weeks ago. I wanted to surprise you,” TK replies, and Carlos feels his heart warm in his chest at the words.

The fact that TK was thoughtful enough to request his birthday off of work and come here to surprise him would have been enough to melt Carlos’s heart already, but what really does Carlos in is the fact that if TK is in his bed this morning and came in while he was asleep, it means he actually used the spare key to Carlos’s apartment which was given to him weeks ago, but that he still seldom uses.

Although everything has been close to perfect in the months since him and TK finally got together officially, Carlos knows that his boyfriend still sometimes feels a little spooky about letting himself fall headfirst into a fully committed relationship, when he still vividly remembers the rug brutally being pulled from under him during his last relationship.

Both of them have been working on building trust and creating something solid for the past couple of months, and TK finally feeling comfortable to use the key and let himself into his house feels like a huge step forward, which Carlos feels elated about.

Progress, he thinks happily, as he pulls on TK’s neck again until the other man leans back into him.

Their lazy kissing is interrupted a few minutes later when Carlos pulls back and wrinkles his nose, a strange smell catching him off guard.

“What’s that smell ?”

At the words, he sees TK’s eyes pop out of his head, before his boyfriend jumps off from the bed and makes a run out of the bedroom.

“Shit !” he hears his scream from further into the apartment, and Carlos laughs when the distinctive smell of burnt food reaches him.

“TK, I know you’re a firefighter, but please refrain from burning down my kitchen for the fun of it,” he shouts from where he is still lying down on the bed, only to laugh harder when he hears the uncomplimentary answer coming from down the hall.

A minute later, TK sheepishly walks back into the bedroom, carrying a plate with what has to be the worst looking cake Carlos has ever seen in his life, and he can’t hold in the laughter at his boyfriend’s dejected face.

The entire top half of the cake is so burnt that the knife TK must have used to try and cut it is actually standing tall in the middle of it, held still by the thick crisp of black and burnt cake batter on each side.

TK sighs, looking down at the plate, before he dumps it onto Carlo’s chest of drawers and walks back towards the bed to straddle Carlos’s hips once again.

“That was supposed to be your birthday cake,” he says dejected, and Carlos feels a new wave of laughter building up in his chest at how crestfallen his boyfriend looks at having burned the cake he must have baked quietly this morning after letting himself into the house while Carlos was still sleeping.

God, his boy really could be the cutest sometimes.

“Well I don’t think we really ought to eat that,” Carlos teases, and TK whines at the words.

“I did my best !”

“I know you did,” Carlos smiles, appreciating the gesture and the time it must have taken for TK to plan out all of this.

“I had even bought candles and everything,” his boyfriend keeps moaning, prompting Carlos to chuckle.

“Well… since we can’t blow the candles out, I can think of something else that could use some blowing,” Carlos teases with an exaggerated movement of his brows.

“Officer Reyes, are you propositioning me ?” TK exclaims, falsely scandalized. “Need I remind you that you are an officer of the law ?”

“Oh trust me, I know. And I’m standing tall and ready for action right now,” Carlos replies with a cocky grin.

A few seconds of silence pass, before TK bursts out laughing, dropping against Carlos’s chest until his head is nestled between his boyfriend’s neck and shoulder.

“Oh my god, that was awful,” he exclaims from his hiding place. “I don’t think I can actually blow you now. Not after you made the worst birthday pun ever,” he teases, his breath tickling Carlos’s skin.

Carlos smiles fondly at the gesture, always happy to elicit such a joyful reaction from TK, even if it is at his own expense.

Still, he’s not about to pass on a birthday blowjob though.

“Come on TK, it’s my birthday,” he whines, and TK lifts his head back up to stare at him, fondness written all over his face.

“Carlos Reyes. Turning 28, but behaving like an 8 year old.”

“Well, I don’t know what sort of activities you got up to at 8 years old, but…” Carlos starts to say, only to be cut off mid-sentence by TK diving back down and into him.

“Oh my god shut up,” his boyfriend whispers against his lips, before he starts back the heated kissing they were sharing earlier this morning.

As Carlos feels his boyfriend’s lips traveling down his neck and chest, he closes his eyes back up, enjoying the pampering TK is currently showering him with.

Just as TK’s mouth is nearing the place Carlos has been dying to feel his lips on and his boyfriend has only been teasing for minutes now, his doorbell rings and he groans in frustration.

“Maybe they’ll go away ?” TK asks hopefully, facing up towards Carlos, but his face clearly indicates that he already knows it’s not an option, which Carlos confirms by shaking his head firmly.

It may be stupid, but being a police officer, he could never actually ignore someone at his door. Not when he’s seen enough cases to know that sometimes a stranger opening up their door is all it can take to save someone’s life if they are in danger.

TK, who knows Carlos well enough to know that there’s no way they are just ignoring this, presses one last regretful kiss just below Carlos’s navel before he pushes back to sit upwards.

“Shouldn’t you go and open the door then ?” he asks, and Carlos looks at him incredulously.

“You expect me to go like this ?” he asks indignantly, eyeing down to where he’s still sporting a very obvious semi, which prompts TK to smile proudly.

“I guess you have a point. I’ll go,” he concedes, getting up from the bed before he starts making his way out of the bedroom.

“Wait, TK !” Carlos tells him just as he’s about to leave the bedroom. “You’re seriously going to go and open the door like this ?”

He eyes TK down, pointing to where his boyfriend is clad in only a pair of boxers and a tee-shirt with the saying ‘Say hey if you’re gay tee-shirt’ plastered to the front, but TK just shrugs in answer.

“But it could be my neighbors !” Carlos whisper-shouts, and TK grins at him.

“Well if it is, they deserve this for coming to see you this early on your birthday morning,” he answers back with a smile, before he walks confidently out of the bedroom and towards the front door.

Carlos drops back down on his bed, willing his semi to go away and shaking his head at the other man.

TK could be so shameless sometimes, but god was he falling in love with the guy anyway.

At the sound of a familiar voice, Carlos immediately sits back up onto his bed, mouth opening in shock.

“Oh, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt your sleep,” he hears the person say, before his boyfriend stammers back.

“Mrs. Carlos-- I mean, Mrs. Reyes ! Hello !” his boyfriend stutters, surely having recognized the woman at the door from the pictures of his family Carlos has laying around his apartment. “I am so sorry to be meeting you in this state, please come in,” TK pursues, just as Carlos scrambles up from the bed to hastily pull on a pair of shorts.

“Mama, hi !” he says as he makes his way out of the bedroom.

Truly, there is nothing like hearing one’s mother’s voice to fully kill a man’s semi.

“What are you doing here ?” he asks as he rushes out towards her and hugs his mother hello.

When he pulls back, he sees TK still standing next to the door, his cheeks heated red in mortification, and he can’t but feel amused at the sight.

That’ll teach his boyfriend to go and open the door in an outfit that Carlos should be the only one to see him in anyway.

“Well, I think I’m going to go and…” TK starts to say before drifting off, clearly not knowing how to finish his sentence but wanting to regroup after the untimed encounter with his boyfriend’s mother.

Seeing how embarrassed his boyfriend still looks and not able to imagine how he would feel if their situations were reversed, Carlos decides to throw him a rope.

“You should go and get changed babe. We’ll be there when you’re done,” Carlos tells him kindly, and he sees TK nod gratefully, although patches of red are making their way down his neck.

“Right, I’ll do that,” he stutters. “It’s very nice to meet you Mrs. Reyes. I’ll be uh… I’ll be back.”

He rushes out of the room, and as soon as he’s in the bathroom and they hear the door closing behind him, Carlos turns towards his mother, only to see her smile amusedly towards him.

“So that was the infamous TK !” she smiles at him, and Carlos rolls his eyes, knowing he’s in for some teasing.

He walks back towards his bedroom to find a tee-shirt, and his mother follows him into the room, pausing when she sees the forgotten cake sitting on the chest of drawers where TK had left the plate earlier.

“And that is... ?” she asks, trying not to show her disdain towards the state of the cake, and Carlos can’t help but laugh at the offended look on her face.

“That would be TK’s attempt at baking a birthday cake,” he says fondly as he pulls a tee-shirt over his head.

His mother nods in understanding, but Carlos can see her trying to hold in her laughter.

“Right, that was very nice of him. The cake definitely seems…” she trails off, obviously not knowing how to politely describe the semblance of a baked good sitting in front of her.

“It seems inedible, and it has to be the worst cake you’ve seen in your life,” TK’s voice finishes her sentence, and both Carlos and his mother turn towards the bedroom door where his boyfriend is now standing, dressed in a pair of jeans and one of Carlos’s shirts, a lot more presentable than he was 10 minutes ago.

Carlos’s mother laughs at TK’s words, and both of the boys chuckle too.

“You don’t have to be nice, trust me. I know it was a catastrophe,” TK smiles at her, before he walks forward and reaches out with one of his hands to shake hers.

“Hi Mrs. Reyes, I’m TK. I’m very sorry for what happened earlier, but it’s very nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you,” TK continues, with one of his mega-watt smiles, and Carlos can see his mother melt on the spot.

Which… He can totally understand, really. What with how he falls more and more for his boyfriend every time the smile is aimed at him.

“No apologies necessary cariño, that was my fault. I should have warned I was coming,” she says, pulling TK into a quick hug instead of reaching out for his hand.

Carlos smiles warmly at the picture of his boyfriend in his mother’s arms, especially when he sees the shocked look on the other man’s face from where it’s popping over his mother’s shoulder.

“As for the cake, it’s the thought that counts. How about I make us all some breakfast so we can all get to know each other ?” she asks kindly, and Carlos feels a wave of love for his mother and how easily she adapts to any situation.

“Actually,” TK starts to say, and for a second, Carlos is afraid that the other man is going to announce he’s leaving. Maybe meeting his mother feels like too much pressure for him, like too much too fast...

“How about I go and get some breakfast for all three of us ? So that you can catch up a little while I’m gone. There’s a great bakery that my dad swears by fairly close to here. I could go now and be back in half an hour tops. It’s only fair I go, after you just drove to come here,” TK offers with a smile, which has his mother looking pleased.

Carlos feels his heart quiet down in his chest at the words, and he beams towards TK.

Not running, then.

“That sounds lovely cariño,” his mother replies, and Carlos takes a second to try and remember when the last time his mother warmed up this quickly to one of his boyfriends was. Which is probably never, if he’s honest.

Must be the Strand effect.

At the words, TK nods once to himself, before he walks into the bedroom and automatically presses a quick kiss to Carlos’s lips.

When he pulls away, Carlos sees his eyes pop out, looking like a deer caught in the headlight when he seemingly remembers that his boyfriend’s mother is in the room. Carlos just smiles reassuringly towards him, before TK makes his way to leave the apartment.

As soon as the front door shuts behind him, Carlos’s mother whips around to turn towards him and beams.

“Me encanta !” she says excitedly, and Carlos laughs at her enthusiasm. “It’s true ! He seems very sweet. And obviously, he’s very fond of you.”

Carlos is pleasantly surprised at hearing the words.

Obviously, he knows that TK likes him, and he hopes the other man is starting to fall for him as deeply as Carlos himself is falling for TK.

But TK, for all he wears his heart on his sleeve most times, can sometimes be a bit of an enigma for Carlos, and he was afraid that the love he swears he can see written on TK’s face sometimes was just wishful thinking on his part.

“You think so ?” he asks, bashful, which prompts his mother to walk closer to him and caress his cheek briefly.

“I know so,” she reassures him. “This one’s here to stay, I can tell from the love shining in his eyes.”

Carlos smiles warmly towards his mother, although he can feel his cheeks heat up in a way no one but TK can truly elicit from him.

“I really like him Mama,” he whispers, and his mother hums.

“I know, I can tell.”

He smiles bashfully and she looks at him fondly, before she starts turning around in the bedroom.

“Now young man, let’s tidy up this apartment a bit before that boy of yours comes back,” she orders, and Carlos groans at the words.

“But Mama, it’s my birthday,” he whines, and his mother turns towards him and stares him down.

“Yes, and I was the one who actually did all the work by pushing you into the world that day, so vamonos !”

And well… There’s truly nothing he can say to refute those words anyway.

Later on, after TK’s come back with what his mother said were some of the best croissants she’s had in her life, and after the three of them have spent the entire day talking and laughing, his mother regaling TK with all of Carlos’s exploits from his youth, his mother goes back home after dropping a fond kiss on both of their foreheads, leaving Carlos and TK alone once again.

As they lie in bed, Carlos turns to his side and caresses one of TK’s cheeks.

“My mother really liked you,” he says softly, and TK turns his head towards him and smiles, embarrassed.

“Not quite how I imagined meeting her,” he says, and Carlos laughs at the words. “I’m not sure how your mother can like me after this, I didn’t think she’d end up liking the barely dressed, stupid, ex-addict man she met at the front door this morning, but somehow she managed. Your mom must be some kind of angel,” TK continues self-deprecatingly, and Carlos moves closer to him.

“Well I don’t know about the man you’re describing, but I knew for sure she would like my sweet, smart, brave, strong and funny boyfriend though.” Carlos corrects him simply, and TK turns to his side himself so they are facing each other, before smiling gratefully at him.

“Although said boyfriend really is terrible at baking. I have to say, I am a little sad I didn’t get to eat any cake today though,” Carlos continues, and TK pushes gently on his shoulder in retaliation.

“I’m sorry ! I promise, I’ll do better next year. No more of this baking a cake nonsense, store bought food it is,” TK exclaims, and Carlos feels his breath catch in his throat.

Next year.

He has to admit he likes the sound of that.

And he loves the fact that the words just naturally rolled out on TK’s tongue without a thought, as if it’s a given for his boyfriend that he’ll still be there to celebrate Carlos’s birthday with him next year.

“That sounds good,” Carlos replies, voice shaking a little, and TK smiles up towards him.

“Happy birthday Carlos,” his boyfriend whispers, emotion and happiness shining in his eyes. And although those three words aren’t the ones his mother said she could read in TK’s eyes earlier, Carlos hears them loud and clear anyway.

As his eyes close and Carlos starts to fall asleep, the first thought he had this morning when waking up comes rushing to the front of his mind, and he smiles at the thought that he was right.

Today has definitely been one of the best birthday’s he’s ever had, and he can’t wait to share many more with TK by his side.

#carlos/tk #tarlos #tarlos fanfic #911 lone star fic #911 lone star #happy birthday bri !#I hope this makes you smile even a tiny bit and that you can appreciate that I wrote for those two xD Man... the things I do for love #also I know it's not technically your birthday in the US yet but it has been your birthday here for the past 3 hours and I've decided #that we were close enough so there goes !#emi's writing

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arzuera · 4 years

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If you are still doing the Dragon Quest Builder Prompts, Imagine the Builder having "The Talk" with Malroth. or asking one of the residents who is known to have children to help with it.

This got a little long XD Casually goes about emptying her inbox now that she’s written most of them out~

“And he was excited about it too?” Lulu asked with her own excitement building in her veins.

The Builder nodded their head enthusiastically as they shifted a little bit so that the seawater could hit their feet a bit better. “Yeah! I thought he would be worried or possibly mad but it was the complete opposite. Who knew that he would be ready to be a dad?”

“..ILder...!”

“Oh, this is wonderful! Are you going to add on to the house? What do you think the baby is going to be? Do you want a boy or a girl? Oh! I need to get Rosie and Babs to plan a baby shower!” The pink-haired woman practically screamed the last part and the Builder laughed at her good friend’s excitement.

“...UILDer...!”

“Okay, what was that? It sounded like a dying slime.” Lulu demanded as she looked around for the source of the odd sound. Her eyes widened when she found it. “Builder... look OU-”

“BUILDER!” Malroth practically tackled his lover after jumping from a nearby cliff to land on the beach. He was panting heavily from the full-on sprint he did from Green Gardens to the beach just past the temple.“We need to get that hellspawn out before it can kill you!”

“Kill me?” The Builder did a double-take before asking him incredulously as Malroth patted them down while trying to find where the small child should be but had no idea where it was. “Wa-wait, hellspawn?!”

The spiky-haired man rolled his eyes at the enraged look of Lulu and the rather hurt/confused ones of the Builder. “Well yeah. I’m the literal God of Destruction in human form. I had a cult wanting me to bring about the end of the world with unholy carnage. That child is a literal hellspawn. It’s... kind of a compliment?” He stated matter-of-factly as he kept patting down the Builder until they catch his hands.

“But... you can’t just call your child that?!” Lulu exclaimed in an exasperated tone.

“He... isn’t wrong though.” The Builder said before turning their full attention to their love. “Now can we turn back the conversation to the part about the baby killing me?”

“Graaaaa! How can you be so calm?” Malroth roared but relented in the search for the babe. “Lillian told me everything! Humans with female bits can get pregnant and the baby feeds off the adult until it bursts out with lots of blood and pain. So much that you could die!” He leveled his eyes at his Builder with a look of sheer determination. “Not on my watch!”

“Snrk! Oh my Goddess... why was Lillian telling you how a baby is born?” The pink, pigtailed woman said while barely containing her laughter.

All of the irritation that was showing on Malroth’s face disappeared as a blush replaced it. “I may... not have known what ‘pregnant’ meant and she overheard.”

Lulu lost it as a huge amused smile graced the Builder’s face. “So you took the advice of where babies come from... from a child?”

“She more or less understood how sex worked so...”

The Builder couldn’t help but chuckle at this. “So you came running to help me after her explanation scared you?” they gestured for Malroth to sit next to them and he did with tension in his shoulders. There was no small amount of worry on his face. “That’s... really sweet but you don’t have to worry so much.”

“Yeah, Mal! Sure, death during childbirth can happen but it’s not as common as it used to be.” Lulu piped in with a giggle. “I can’t believe you didn��t know about this.”

“Oh, stop teasing him!” the Builder lightly shoved the pink-haired woman’s shoulder then turned their full attention to Malroth. “The reason why deaths occurred was because of not having a support system, stress, lack of knowledge, and medical supplies. I don’t plan on going on any world-saving adventures that will put me and the little one in danger. I’m pretty sure everyone on the island will be more than happy to help out. We have a stockpile of medical supplies as well as people who know how to use them and the only thing stressing me out is that you didn’t ask me about this earlier. That and now I’m wondering if you want to have the baby or not.”

“...so you aren’t in danger?” Malroth asked. His red eyes meeting the Builder’s with a look so serious that it had a smile blooming on their face.

“Unless some sort of freak accident happens then no. But that can apply to anything in life.”

The dark-haired man sagged in relief. “Thank, Goddess! I really didn’t want to hurt a small kid.”

They laughed heartily this time. “So... you don’t mind being a dad?”

“Are you kidding?!” Malroth flashed his signature toothy grin. His excitement renewed. “I’m going to teach that kid how to destroy absolutely everything!... Could you... possibly explain this properly though?”

“Gladly.”

Lulu shivered. “Why did I just get the coldest chill?”

#dqb2 #malroth #builder #malroth x builder #fanfic #arzuera

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Match Up pws ♡(ŐωŐ人)

First, thank your hard work and doing Match Ups!♡ Arigatou *bows* So, I sent you my selfies already x3 About me…. Uh, I am a Pisces, Hogwarts House is Hufflepuff. I love videogames and to write (and hate it at the same time lmao xD;), love to read (mostly… manga… does this even count as reading?) and I love art, also love to go to museums.

I am very chaotic and forgetful and I would describe myself as loyal. I sadly trust too easily and got hurt a lot because of that. But still I do, because I wanna see only the good things in people. I often feel like I am not good enough, but I try my very best.

At first I am veeeery shy, I hardly can even talk! But when I am comfortable with someone I talk a lot (a lot of nonsense, but why not xP)

I love to laugh, but I cry very easily. My humor is rather dirty and dark. I LOVE alcohol x’D I prefer short jeans, leather jackets and boots over dresses, but sometimes I wear cute stuff too. I meet many people at work and I am happy and proud about how they often compliment me for being a very kind girl and that they get happy when they see me. Often people also describe as “nuts, but in a positive way.” (T-Thank you….? xD)

What I HATE about myself is my jealousy. I really can be jealous easily, also because of what happened in my past. I also want to learn to love myself >.< I tend to give up very easily, but a day or few days later I am full with energy again and continue what I tried.

Uhhh, what else…. I LOVE to cuddle and kiss and when I am in love then I love with all my heart <3 I do believe in real love and love at first sight.

Omg, congratulations and my deepest respects if you read all of this… Thank you ♡ *bows* m(u.u)m

Hi, there love! here is ya combination matchup! Thank you so much @towa-no-yume for the request! I had so much fun writing this for ya! I hope you enjoy!

Selfie matchup part

So I match you with………………….. Leonardo

Ooooh this boy loves the badass look you have going on. Leather jackets and jeans! This boy is in love

He has seen many a woman in his life but none as captivating as you

He hasn’t pained in a long time, but all he thinks when he sees your vibrant hair and bright eyes is that he has to capture this moment in time. You are breathtakingly beautiful

Despite your bold look, your body language screams kind, caring playful person

You low key reminds him of a cute little kitten with your radiant curious eyes and playful smile

I can definitely see the pair of you nestled together napping in the most random sunny spots around the mansion

I match you with…………………. Nobunaga

The first time he sees you after you pulled him from the flames, he can't help but think he was just saved by a goddess of fire

Your hair was so beautiful, like the blazing, brilliant orange-red hues of the most perfect sunset

And don’t even get me started on your eyes! How they contrasted the bold richness of your hair. It was like fire on the water – just unique and beautiful

Nobunaga had never seen such beautiful eyes. He was absolutely captivated by your eyes. The way they reminded him of a tempest at sea, filled with so much knowledge and curiosity.

Once you told him you enjoyed coloring your different hair colors; he was so intrigued. You show him a pic of all the different colors you had dyed it throughout the years.

He couldn’t help but think every color you had chosen was similar in the aspect of they always brought out your big beautiful eyes and that each color undeniably reminded him of the most radiant sunset.

You had instantly captured his heart; you looked like a walking contradiction, bold and rebellious yet sweet and gentle.

You were like a true fireball shooting across the night sky

His heart was stolen by the mysterious stranger that had just saved him

Also, there is just something about a girl in jeans and leather that this boi can’t ignore

He had made up his mind, he had never believed in the red string of fate but your hair and presence was enough to have him believe that the two of you were truly tied together by the legendary string.

Now for the rest of the matchup

The first time you saw Nobunaga, he was staring at you awestruck. You felt a lil self-conscious staring into those carmine eyes of his. You honestly couldn’t stop your brain from thinking, “Hello manly man,” you low key fell in love at first sight. You asked the universe for a handsome man, and here he was, asking you to rule the world at his side. Okay all jokes aside you are very drawn to Nobu, his super-hot and he had that whole bad boy vibe about him that attracts all the girls. The two of you honestly just stared at each other for a solid minute, not saying a word until he broke the silence. He was shook that you didn’t even know who you had just saved. He asked you what you wanted as a reward, and you were honestly just way toooo shy to answer. He was so amused by you. You look bold and fearless, and you had just bravely saved a man x2 your size from a fire, yet now you are too shy to even make eye contact. Very interesting indeed. Mitsunari interrupted your little conversation and took the two of you back to the castle where Nobunaga proudly proclaimed to everyone that the shy fireball that had saved him from the fire was to be an Oda princess and castle chatelaine, and the rest was history.

You were a super hard worker. And even though you were very shy, you had managed to befriend everyone in the castle. Everyone absolutely adored you! You were basically considered the second angel of Azuchi. You didn’t care about stupid things like stations or titles, and you greeted and chatted with everyone with generosity and kindness. You always saw the best qualities in people, and for that, you were loved by all. Whenever the maids saw you they would get super excited, they loved working with you. You brought a certain calm yet enthusiastic energy to the table. You also came up with the strangest ideas when it came to improving certain procedures and things (which was nothing new to you, as that was how you were used to doing things in the future). You were a genuinely kind person without having any ulterior motives behind your actions. You would remember everyone’s names and birthdays no matter who they were and would always give them a small little gift in celebration of special days in their lives. Nobunaga, of course, loved this trait of yours. Your ideal and beliefs of not caring about status and titles seemed to align with his, and the two of you would often bond about this fact.

The first time he summoned you to his room, you were in awe at the amazing art pieces and artifacts that he had collected throughout the years. His room was like an art museum. You could spend hours and hours just looking at all the beautiful pieces. And Nobunaga was all too happy to have another common interest with you. He explained all the origins and backgrounds of each painting, matching your enthusiasm. Since then, the two of you would often go on adventures to different regions to look at and buy their art to add to Nobunaga’s collection. The two of you seemed to grow incredibly close during these little adventures, and you found yourself opening up more and more to him. The man loved that you could talk for hours on end. Usually ranging from super interesting important stuff to just utter nonsense. And boy did he love it when you would talk a bunch of nonsense. It was so freaken entertaining.

One thing you struggled to adapt to was the clothes. And the princess getup you had to wear was a particularly uncomfortable piece of clothing. The first few times it was super fun getting all dressed up and looking cute but after the 3rd time you were over it. One day while you were playing go with Nobu, you were feeling particularly uncomfortable in the traditional clothing of the past. This irritation didn’t go unnoticed by the keen eyes of the devil king, “what is it that is bothering you so much little Fireball.” You stood up and left only to return ten minutes later wearing the clothes you had worn when you arrived in the past. You explained that as much as you loved dressing up all cute at times, nothing beat your pair of jeans and a leather jacket. Your game continued while unbeknown to you Nobunaga tucked that piece of information away to use later. Later on that same week, Nobunaga invited you up to his room. As you entered, you couldn’t help but notice a big box sitting on his desk topped with a big clumsily made bow.” I have a surprise for you, fireball” he then picked up the big box and handed it to you. You sat down and opened it slowing, wondering what on earth could be inside. And then you saw it. He had gotten you a few pairs of clothes that looked very similar to your precious jeans and jacket. He explained that he had commissioned some Portuguese seamstresses to make it specially for you. You couldn’t help but bust out into tears from happiness.

The two of you also LOVED to drink together! You would sit and drink masses amount of sake together, and this is where Nobunaga discovered that his lucky charm could tell the most hilariously dirty dark jokes. At this point, he was absolutely head over heels for you. You were the most entertainingly beautiful woman he had ever met. Not just that, but the fact that you would just freely speak your mind and make these crazy funny jokes had him hooked. He was in love! When the two of you were together, it was always a good time filled with hours of chatting and laughter.

One day he had found one of your manga’s in your bag, and this boy is super intrigued. You told him you love reading mangas! After hearing that, he constructed a plan. When you turned in for the night, he started his plan. Nobunaga was a jack of all trades, and if mangas were something that interested you, he was gonna learn how to draw them. He sat for weeks perfecting his very own manga just for you, until one day he was finished. He was so proud of his creation. He presented it to you one day while you were sitting in the garden, enjoying the warm summer breeze. He handed it over with a massive smirk on his face, but even you couldn’t miss the mix of anxiety and excitement in his eyes as you started to read it. This manga was all about you and the red string of fate! And right at the very end, manga Nobunaga had confessed his undying love for manga you and asked if you would become his girlfriend. You looked up to see him look at you questioningly. You couldn’t help but give him the biggest brightest smile and kiss him all over his face in happiness.

Boy Nobunaga loved his fireball. He loved to cuddle you and spend as much time as possible with you. He loved how you could always see the good in everyone, even in him. He loved that you loved him unconditionally when he felt like he was undeserving of love. And Nobunaga definitely returned the gesture. He knew that you had been hurt in the past and worked hard every day to make sure that you knew exactly just how much he loved and adored you. Especially during times that you felt slightly jealous. Let’s be real Nobunaga is a very possessive boyfriend, and it makes him low key happy to know you are just as possessive as him. One day a daughter of one of the local daimyos attended one of the banquets. She was all over Nobunaga and had made her intentions clear about wanting to marry him. During this banquet, you were sitting and chatting with Masamune while side-eyeing the whole situation. You couldn’t hide the small frown that had formed on your face, that was until Nobunaga had called to join them. You slowly walked up to him and two important guests. That’s when Nobu grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap, nuzzling you while you looked at him in shock. He then proceeded to very loudly announce that you were the love of his life, and no other woman would ever take your place in his heart. He also followed up that statement by saying you will be the one and only woman in his life and that he will commit his life to loving and protecting you from now to the end of time. Your jealousy melted away instantly. The two of you spent the rest of the banquet in each other’s arms, making jokes and drinking sake, low key ignoring everyone else around you.

The two of you were the cutest couple. Despite Nobunaga’s ruthless demeanor, he truly was a softi boi. He loved to cuddle and kiss you. Your all-time favorite was the little tickle fight the two of you had. It would usually start off with you playing with Nobunaga’s hair, before boldly venturing to the ticklish spot by his ears. He would look up at you with the more challenging gaze. You would just smile and start tickling him. And so, your full-blown ticking match would start.

The two of you can often be found with Nobunaga resting his head on your lap while you soothingly pull your fingers through his raven locks until he falls asleep. You would just bend down and kiss his forehead while thinking back to the first day you met this cute man now nestled in your lap, and how it truly was love at first sight!

Other potential ikesen matches.............. Shingen

Other potential ikevamp matches..............Arthur

I hope you enjoyed it dear! and I hope you are staying safe and well!❤ Sending ya virtual hug!

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