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sisi-halloway · 26 days

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It breaks my heart to know Chance Perdomo, Ambrose Spellman's actor, has passed away. I really loved him on CAOS and he was my favorite character no doubt.

A Night With Ambrose Spellman (Ambrose x Reader)

I’m at the beginnings of obsession with him, so we shall be writing about him for a little while. You’re Sabrina’s mortal friend who has a liking to Ambrose. (The gif is not mine)

You’ve spent a few nights at the Spellman house. You haven’t known the family for long

Tonight was just supposed to be a hangout with your friend Sabrina, a sleepover

Supposed to

“Good evening, Ambrose”

“Why good evening, (y/n). It’s good to see you.”

You didn’t talk to him much, at least not when Sabrina was around. You’ve had a crush on him for a very long time. He was always so sweet when you two talked, and the way Sabrina talked about him made you fall for him more and more.

Not to mention that he was the most handsome guy, you have EVER seen.

You go to Sabrina’s room and talk for a little while. You end up putting on your pajamas.

“Come on, (y/n), let’s make cookies!”

You and Sabrina go to the kitchen and start making cookies while the sun goes down. Ambrose meanders around trying to taste the cookie dough while reading something.

Suddenly the phone rings, Sabrina answers it.

“Hello? Oh, no. Okay. I’m on my way.”

You and Ambrose give each other a strange look of curiosity.

“So..?” You ask.

“I am so sorry. My friends are in trouble. I have to go. Roz is… well, not good.”

You offer to help. They weren’t your friends too, but that didn’t matter. There had to be something you could do. Ambrose offers to help as well, whatever he could do. Sabrina shakes her head.

“No, no. It’s fine. I can handle this on my own. “

So she puts on her shoes and is out the door in 0.345 seconds without saying anything else to either of you.

You and Ambrose just look at each other.

“So… do you know how to bake cookies?” You ask.

He laughs. “I’m sure we can figure something out.”

You two talk as you walk around the kitchen barefoot, cookie paraphernalia all over your hands.

“Does… that type of thing happen a lot?” You ask.

Ambrose nods. “Yes, I’m afraid it does.”

“Oh… I see.”

“Maybe I should’ve told you sooner, but if you’re friends with my cousin… things go wrong more often than not. A lot of bad things happen to people around her.” Ambrose says this with a bittersweet laugh.

You shook your head, staving off the shockingly bad omen.

“Well… meeting you wasn’t such a bad thing,” you say.

You look at him when he went silent. A blush was tinting his cheeks.

“That’s a very nice thing for you to say, (y/n). I think meeting you was… wonderful.”

After you bake the cookies, you take a few of them upstairs. Ambrose offers to sit in a common area, but you ask if it’s okay to be in is room. You knew he was trying to be polite.

And you didn’t see the harm; you didn’t have any naughty intentions with him.

“Oh, um… of course.”

“What? is it not tidy or something,” you chuckle.

“Oh, um. It is. You just might find it…”

“Strange? Please, Ambrose. If I was scared of a little weird, I wouldn’t be friends with your cousin.”

He laughs and lets you come inside. You really like his room. There’s a sense of age to it and it smells like parchment and frankincense. You immediately gravitate toward his bookshelf, since there seemed to be enough books to write a report on the history of the world in there. You gasp. It was all so breathtaking.

“Wow…” You murmur.

“I keep it clean, it’s just a little cluttered at the moment-”

You shake your head. “I don’t care about that. I’m just… enthralled by all your books.”

Ambrose almost faints. You were so cute. You just used the word enthralled. This was just one of the numerous reasons he liked you. He never wanted to introduce you to a perilous life, full of magic and demons. He had seen the lives of Sabrina’s friends and did not wish that for you. Even if he cared for you in that special, romantic way.

You, unaware at how Ambrose was fawning over you, continue to nibble on your cookie as you go up to one of the shelves, letting your fingers caress all the worn, but well-taken care of spines.

“You have a whole library in here!”

“Is that a bad thing?”

You shake your head. “No, not at all.” You turn to him.

“Can you read to me?”

Ambrose looks at you blankly. Read to you? That’s not… something that anyone has asked him to do before. And he was very, very happy that you asked.

“Sure. Grab any book you want.”

You grab a small fiction about a young witch in London, written in the early 1900′s. You hand it to him. “This one? Are you fond of it?”

He nods. “Yes, in all my years, I think this has been one of my favorites.”

You sit down with him on his bed, laughing. “All your years? You look nineteen.”

Ambrose shakes his head, remembering he couldn’t tell you much about him being an old warlock. “Nineteen years is a long time, no?”

“I suppose it could be. Depending on whether you ask the nineteen year old or his grandfather.”

Ambrose chuckles at your wit. He was really warming up to you. Who knew you were such a jokester or a wisecrack?

“Comfortable?” He asks, opening the book to the first few pages.

You were, sitting on the edge of the bed, but if the story was going to be longer than a children’s story, the you wanted to lie down. And it was rather cold in the house…

“May I?”

He nods slowly.

You climb under the blankets of Ambrose’s bed, snuggling up next to him. His pillows smelled so comforting, so familiar. It almost put you in a trance.

“Okay. Now I’m comfortable.”

Ambrose begins to read the story. He doesn’t trip over a single word, his warm voice familiar with the pages. He gets through the first chapter before you start dozing off. He looks at you lovingly. You blink and look up at him, catching him staring.

For a moment, everything was silent and still in the room. The moment was so special, so romantic… at this point you didn’t quite care if he was your friend’s cousin.

“Kiss me, please.”

Ambrose melts at your gentle request. He leans down and presses his lips to yours, sliding his hand around your warm neck. He was so gentle, so slow, so patient with his kiss that you almost wanted to ask him to do it again.

“I like you, Ambrose. A lot.”

He sweeps some hair from your face, caressing your cheek softly. You catch his hand in yours, bringing it to your lips in a whisper of a kiss to his knuckles.

“Well, I can’t lie to you any longer. You have my heart, (y/n).”

You smile. “I’ve been waiting a long time to have it.”

Ambrose gets ready for bed and climbs in next to you. Sabrina still wasn’t back, so he had claimed you for himself. Once side by side, he pulled you into a sweetheart’s cradle, and you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

“How long have you liked me exactly?” You ask.

Ambrose laughed as he dimmed the lamp by the bed. “For… about as long as I’ve known you. And you?”

You grin to yourself. “The same.”

“Sabrina will be in for a treat when she gets back, now won’t she?”

You kiss Ambrose goodnight.

“She definitely will.”

#chance perdomo #chilling adventures of sabrina #caos #ambrose spellman #ambrose spellman x reader

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sisi-halloway · 6 months

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I Watched Ant-Man And I'm Making It Everyone Else's Problem

Sisi rubbed her head while she sat at the kitchen table, and stared at her cell phone. Why did she volunteer to do this? How could she possibly dial someone she hasn't talked to in years? She didn't really know how he would take it. She was afraid to know. She was afraid to find out things she didn't want to know. All she did know is that she hoped he was doing better than she was.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Daniel came up behind Sisi, putting his hand on her shoulder.

Calling an old friend that might threaten your very existence in my life, that's all.

She didn't say that.

"Just thinking. I don't really know what about… How was work?"

She tried to divert the attention away from her years-long battle with her "friend" that really wasn't her friend at all. He was probably her soulmate, to be honest, but she had never sealed the deal on that. And although she loved the family she found, she often thinks about what a family she could have made.

"Work was alright. What did you and Yumi do?"

Sisi froze. She didn't know what to tell him. She knew what not to tell him. And that was about this little project of theirs. She knew that was just as stupid as anything Yumi's capable of doing or has done, but it was best to keep this a secret from him, for now. If Daniel found all of Yumi's research and destroyed it, she'd be dealing with the blows of the century. No amount of apologizing or begging or pleading would ever make Yumi forgive her. Or make Dan forgive her for lying to him. Well, maybe that second part was untrue. Sisi had forgiven Daniel for a lot of lying. He could swing some of the same energy back, couldn't he?

---

Dinner that night was tense.

Yumi and Sisi shared knowing glances through the whole of it. Daniel and Charlie probably noticed. Sisi hoped they didn't notice.

They ordered takeout as was traditional for most Fridays. Charlie sat next to her friend, who was never going to officially be her sister-in-law by any means. That didn't mean they weren't close, still.

"So, how was your day?"

Sisi shrugged. She wanted people to stop asking. She found out her roommate was building some stupid invention that wasn't by any means safe or necessary and now she has to lie to everyone about it. She also has to call a guy she thought she'd never talk to again really. That was a blessing in disguise. This gave her an excuse to call him. She had wanted to call him before. And every time before, she had been too afraid.

Anytime she had undergone a life change, or something exciting had happened to her, she'd wanted to call and tell him. It was about stuff he knew about like her jobs or her certifications, but Sisi found herself wanting to call him for even the smallest of things. Things that were as unimportant as finding the kombucha she liked at the store or getting the Renassaince Fair tickets she had waited far too long to buy because nobody wanted to go with her. Sisi had even gone as far as calling his old cell phone number and leaving a series of long voicemails whenever she wanted to talk to him. It seemed good enough to curb the cravings.

She prayed he'd never hear those messages. She sounded desperate in them.

Maybe she was.

"It was fine. Just cleaned up a bit. The house was a mess. Looked at Yumi's science things in the garage."

Yumi looked at Sisi with a kind of look that made her want to piss herself. She didn't see anything wrong with mentioning his projects. He had definitely told everyone one or two things that he was working on. That wasn't the secret. The Quantum Realm thing wasn't even the real secret. It was the fact that he'd actually (almost) figured it out. That was the secret. Charlie and Daniel were still under the impression that all Yumi was doing down there was making clear ice and sulfuric stink bombs.

"What? I can talk about your science things, right?" Sisi folded her arms and took a drink of her tea. She wasn't enjoying being made out to be the bad guy. She was the guy trying to make sure things didn't go bad.

Charlie wrote it off with a smile, taking a bite of her noodles. "Sisi, he's just shy. It's okay, baby. I support your science things. We don't have to talk about them if you don't want to."

Daniel chimed in after finishing his beer.

"You've been keeping all your junk in the garage for a while, maybe we should?"

Charlie wasn't pleased with that comment. Yumi had been really excited about all his projects, more so at the beginning than now. She knew that over time they had all become less and less impressed with his work and more and more concerned about the inconvenience it was to them. Recently, Charlie and Sisi and even Daniel had been trying to support him more, but he was reluctant to open up. That wasn't his fault, it was theirs. Sisi cleared her throat.

"All I meant was that Yumi showed me some stuff in his lab and I helped clean it. There's no need to tease him, Dan."

Dan claps Yumi on the back.

"I'm just teasing, Yumi. Sorry."

Yumi just nods and shrugs it all off. That was the thing. The teasing. He didn't like being discredited. He had gone to school with his due diligence, got a degree, made a ton of money working IT, and worked on his science in his free time. It didn't bother anyone, not so much anyways. Dan told him he didn't mind that he used the garage. Yumi was courteous and, for the most part, contained. There was even still space for a car! Still, sometimes the teasing got to him. It was fun and all, and he knew they were joking but Yumi couldn't help but link all those comments back to the skepticism and the doubt. After all that, he still decided to live with his family because they loved each other and it was easier than wounding them and explaining why he needed some space. He didn't have to be here. He could go right now and get a place somewhere far, get a self-storage unit for his lab, and call it a day. Sometimes, when people treated him like this, he wondered why he didn't do that in the first place.

Yumi smiled. It was a hollow one.

"No, it's all good man. Don't worry about it."

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Sisi was walking back to the building after lunch. She'd decided to spice up her mundane Tuesday at the office and go grab a burger at an artisan joint down the street. She really liked it. It reminded her of the hamburger place Cole and Matthew and Thomas used to drag her to in college. They'd drag both her and Isabella and all 5 of them would sit there and talk about god knows what. She missed that.

She missed Thomas.

She looked at her dainty watch. She still had about ten minutes before she had to be back at her desk. She decided it was now or never. She'd use those ten minutes to do what she'd been agonizing for the past week. She'd call him.

The lights in the parking garage flickered and cast shadows on the crumbling concrete pillars. Sisi kicked some dirt off her heel against the side of one and hovered her thumb over the keypad.

She had to remember Thomas' new number, since she used the old one so much, it would've been easy to get them confused.

Here goes nothing.

She delicately typed it out. The call will probably cost something, she thought. He was still overseas after all. He went to a university in a Scandinavian country. Sweden or Finland, she couldn't remember. She might not remember everything about where he went but she remembered vividly that last goodbye at the airport.

"Hey, is this it?" She asked, bundled up against the nip in the air. The branches of the trees danced wildly around the terminal, and they scraped against the structures outside. It created a noise so whimsical it seemed like it really was a scene out of one of Isabella's dramatic romantic movies.

"Yeah... I do believe this is it." Thomas stood there in his peacoat. Sisi always liked that coat. It was brown and thick and just scratchy enough that when he put it around her it would make the skin of her cheeks just a little redder than the cold had. She would nuzzle against it anyway. It smelled just like him.

His luggage was by his side. It was a leather set, with a messenger bag and a rolling suitcase. How Thomas, and men in general, could fit all his stuff in here was a mystery to Sisi. She'd need ten suitcases to move anywhere for a weekend, let alone eight years. Thomas had always been a simple guy. He was complex in other ways like his emotions and his mannerisms but his tastes were simple. He had a few shirts, a few good pairs of pants, a couple of pairs of shoes, and various accessories, like a scarf and a hat or two, all in neutral colors. He was wearing them now. Sisi giggled at the thought.

He was definitely ready for the aesthetic graduate life at his new university. Drinking coffee in the mornings at the various shops around in beautiful stonework buildings that had been there since the 1800s. That life would look beautiful on Thomas Zieragh.

"Salice? You okay?" Thomas had looked down at his friend of a couple of years now and seen something beautiful in her eyes. He'd seen her concern, her worry, her pride, her admiration, and something that looked a little like love. Thomas had seen all of these reflected in that green gaze before, but now he was seeing it all at once. It was enough for him to regret every time something could have happened between them and didn't. It was enough for him to make something happen between them now.

"Huh? Yeah... Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just really proud of you, that's all. And I'm really gonna miss you."

Thomas melted like ice cream on a hot summer day. He pinched her cheek, summoning her kiddish smile. How he wanted to make her smile for different reasons, every reason under the sun. Maybe it was too late for that... The way she was looking at him told him that maybe it wasn't.

"I-"

It was now or never. Something pulled his attention away. The only thing in the world that could possibly be more important than what he was about to say.

"Oh... I guess that's your flight then..."

Thomas cursed the gods and everything they made.

"It is... You know Salice, you can visit any time okay?"

She tried to hold her tears back. It would be nearly impossible to visit, but he didn't know that. She would have to leap and bound through every hoop imaginable to get her passport since she was something of a quasi-legal immigrant in the country. It was expensive and it would take years, but maybe something would bring them together again soon.

"I know, Thomas. Have a safe trip and good luck with everything okay?"

He nodded and smiled politely, taking a few steps away from her toward his gate.

"Okay... thank you Salice. For everything, really."

She waved at him through teary eyes. Watching him go. She should've realized then that would be the last time she was gonna see him. Maybe she did. Maybe that's why she knitted him that pair of mittens that were still on her hands.

"Oh! Thomas wait!"

She had run up to him and caught him right before he was to check-in. She had taken the mittens off and shoved them into his already gloved hands. She thought now that it might have been silly, but she didn't care. It was cold where he was going and she wanted him to have something that reminded him of her.

"Oh? Are these for me?"

Sisi nods, wiping the stray tear from her cheek. She chalked it up to the cold but she was really devastated that Thomas was going. She had loved him far more than he knew. And these mittens were the last physical proof of that. Or maybe every tear she cried when she got back to her dorm would be. In any case, these mittens were something Thomas could perhaps cry over. And that's why he needed to have them.

"Yeah... wear them when it gets cold? I don't want you getting sick up there."

Thomas' heart skipped a beat as he held the gift to his heart.

"I'll wear them... thank you so much, Salice."

He didn't hesitate to embrace her this time.

The way he wrapped her in his arms would be engrained in Salice's brain for the rest of her life. The way that hug made her feel... it was the closest she had ever come to the kind of love that made everything inside her still. She was overcome with the peace of the ocean at sunset, where not a single wave disturbed the beautiful quiet that the gods had provided. Even 10 years later, Sisi had never felt a love like that.

"Of course... go learn about Rocket Science or whatever it is you do," she teased.

Thomas' cheeks were hot with a flush. Hot with the love he had for her. Hot with the shame he had that he couldn't tell Salice his feelings before he got on that plane. Hot because suddenly he was thinking about staying here and all the possibilities that could've come with that.

He was thinking of Salice in a beautiful white dress. He was thinking of her with a round belly. He was thinking of her handing him the child he'd always wanted and he was thinking of how it would look exactly like her, maybe with his unfortunate nose. He was thinking of her with wrinkles and scars that she hated but he loved and that he worshipped every day. He was thinking of rocking chairs and peach pies and crochet and bingo and all the things people do when they're too old to care about material things and just young enough to enjoy the last bit of life they have left with the person they love. He was thinking of all that when he said-

"It's quantum physics..."

Sisi laughed. That laugh threatened to throw Thomas back into the flash of the life he'd never live if he didn't do something.

"You're such smarty pants. Sure, yeah. Quantum physics. Talk to you later, Thomas."

Sisi thought about all that. She thought about how now... now was that later she'd been talking about. She slowly smiled at the memory as she called.

---

Waiting for him to answer felt like the hardest thing she'd ever had to do. Part of her wished he didn't, to save her the embarrassment.

One ring, two rings, three...

"Hello? Dr. Zieragh speaking."

Sisi couldn't help but smile as she lit a cigarette. The concrete post she rested against was scratchy against her back. She was probably getting debris on her overcoat. Her arms were around her because it was winter once again.

"Hi, Dr. Zieragh. Do you have a minute?"

There was silence on the phone for a heartbeat, but then he must have recognized her voice. It had gotten more sultry, more melodic, but it was still just as sweet. Maybe even sweeter.

"Salice?"

Thomas couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't believe he was talking to that girl he'd said goodbye to at the airport all those years ago. He figured she was a woman now. He couldn't believe that he hadn't seen her since then. It was really a shock. Had it really been so long?

"Yeah... How are you, Thomas?"

"I..."

He didn't know how to answer that. He was doing well, sure, all things considered. He had graduated and gotten his Ph.D., as was made clear by the whole Dr. thing. He was working at a university, teaching classes, and doing research that seemed so mundane compared to everything he had done in his life to get to that point. He had done Ted Talks and traveled the world giving speeches and demonstrations of the wonderful and dangerous work that he eventually had to leave behind. Because of that work, he suffered a catastrophic accident causing his research to be confiscated by the government, resulting in Thomas becoming something of a recluse. But before he could vanish from the public eye and rightfully steep in his depression, he was required to lie to the media about the reason he had concluded his studies. Once the powers at be had their bases covered, they let Thomas go. He disappeared into his private life and decided to never talk about it with anyone. Not even a therapist. All the stress he'd been under for more than a few years was weighing on his conscience insurmountably. Thomas was hiding a plentitude of information from a great many people. And on top of all that, he was living with a woman he didn't love with no children to call his own.

"I'm great! How are you? What are you doing?"

Salice relaxed at the chipperness in his voice. It was deeper for sure, but that same good-natured stammer was still hidden underneath all that masculinity.

"I'm okay... I'm working at a sports reporting agency... blogs for race cars... cool stuff. I take it you're still in Sweden?"

"Yes! Yes actually... Still here. I took a job at the university I graduated from. Still doing research and learning as well as teaching, so I can't complain too terribly much."

Sisi's heart swelled with pride. She listened to him speak. The air of intellect in his voice. She was so impressed with all that he had accomplished. She remembered seeing him on television. Seeing him on the news and on Ted Talks. She watched all she could, knowing that she believed in him. That made her the happiest. Believing in someone who showed her that there are still some people out there worth believing in.

"Well, I'm so happy to hear it."

Now was to get to the point of why she called in the first place.

"I'm sorry to ask this... but I have to ask a favor. Maybe even a proposition for you, hm?"

Thomas raised his brow in curiosity.

"Out with it then. Go on."

He was aching to know what she could possibly be proposing. So sad to assume it wasn't marriage. Sisi was a sweet type, but there was a kind of mischief woven into that velvety young woman and Thomas had always dreamed of it taking him away.

"I think a friend of mine has gotten himself into a bit of Quantum trouble... and I was wondering if you could fly down and take a look. I wouldn't ask you to come if it wasn't serious."

Quantum trouble? What could she possibly mean? Thomas knew what that meant. Unfortunately, he was the man for the job because he did know what it means. If this had been anyone else, he would probably turn this down. But Salice had called.

Salice brought a vibrancy to his greyscale life. Even after 10 years of not seeing her, Thomas still knew this was true. He wanted to seize that vibrancy, perhaps selfishly, for himself. He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. He was ready for an adventure.

"When do we start?

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sisi-halloway · 6 months

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I Just Watched Ant-Man So I'm Making It Everyone Else's Problem

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"You said you wanted to go the quantum realm?"

Sisi was puzzled. She hadn't heard of this before, only in movies. The Ant-Man movie to be exact. Her least favorite marvel movie.

"Yeah, it's totally possible!" Yumi was walking around erratically in his garage laboratory, one that Sisi knew she shouldn't be standing in.

"No... I don't think that's a good idea, Yumi. That's... actually insane."

"Sisi... you shouldn't doubt me like that."

Yumi was leaning over a table, one of the ones that's set up at a barbecue. The white vinyl ones. It had some sort of contraption that likened to a gumball machine. Sisi didn't want to look at it anymore. It could only mean trouble.

"Does Daniel know you're using the garage for this?" She asked.

Yumi rubbed his chin. He'd be lying if he said Daniel was okay with all this. Actually, he'd be lying if he said Daniel knew about this at all. Yumi knew that this was all guaranteed to go to disaster if he knew. There was only a slighter smaller chance of all this going wrong if he didn't. He'd go with that.

"Here... Sisi. Let's just keep this between us, okay. It would be better if this was our little secret, hm?"

Sisi crossed her arms. This already sounded like a terrible idea. And it just kept getting worse.

"That's what shady people say about things that are gonna turn out badly."

Yumi bit his lip and nodded. Sisi could count on her ten fingers the good ideas he's had. She'd have to use all the stars in the sky to count the bad ones. She just knew this was one of them

"Okay, whatever. Show me how this thing works then."

Some part of her was skeptical that it actually worked at all. That brought her some comfort.

Yumi walked over to the counter by the window, getting some dust particles off the machine cog he picked up. It was something so futuristic, Sisi could have sworn she'd seen it in Tron or Blade Runner or literally any movie. Sisi thought she should stop thinking about this whole thing like it was a movie. Then something tragic would happen to her, like in the movies. Except it wouldn't be romantic, fun, cute, or anything like that. It would be scary as hell and she would probably die.

"Okay, you take this. This is the switch. The switch connects to this lever. Well it's not really a lever; it's more like a dial. And you turn it like a radio. The thing about the quantum realm is that, it's not just one place like they make it seem in the movie. It's a spectrum of places, of universes smaller... and bigger... than this one."

Sisi nodded her head in understanding. She knew the whole thing about light being a spectrum, and gender being a spectrum, and sexuality being a spectrum... and this kind of sounded like that. She understood that. Except none of those other things were dangerous. All she could think about was how fucking dangerous this shit was.

"Keep going."

"Okay, and when you turn the dial to the left, you can access all of the communication waves that we can send down to those smaller universes. There's a spectrum like I said. And you turn it until you can get to the right frequency, and establish a connection to that plain of existence."

"Kinda like a telephone?"

"Yeah, like a telephone."

"You're gonna call the Quantum Realm?"

"Yeah... well no. It's like the Quantum realm is calling me."

Ha ha ha. Very fucking funny.

"Okay so when you get to the right frequency, then what?"

Yumi ran his hands through his long hair. He should have it in a ponytail or a bun or something. What if some fire comes out of the Quantum Realm and roasts his ass like a Thanksgiving turkey? That's how Sisi was thinking. She was like the resident risk assessor of their found family. Dan was the risk prohibitor. Yumi was the walking risk. Charlie was usually what inspired said risk, and there they would be, fighting for their fucking lives.

"When you get to the right frequency, you grab..."

He reached over and turned a few machine parts on the table, shoveling and sifting through them like they were just some dirty laundry on his room floor.

"You grab one of these..."

"What's that?"

I'm about to tell you." Yumi said.

"I'm waiting to know..."

"It's a hydro-paula-icitatortron.... or something."

"Oh, that sounds so official and gives me so much confidence," Sisi told him, rolling her pretty green eyes in exasperation.

"Your sarcasm is enchanting, really."

"Okay seriously, what actually is it."

"It's the locator. So kinda like in Minecraft, you know you have the coordinates?"

Sisi nodded. It insulted her a little bit that Yumi had to resort to Minecraft analogies to get her to understand his science project that could potentially get her killed. But if that's what he had to do, then that's what he had to do. And Sisi would listen, because she's not too proud for that.

"Yeah, it helps me know where I am when I'm mining and when I die, I can go back to that exact spot."

Yumi lights up. His pearly white teeth looked clean. Looking clean and being clean were two different things, but they were probably the cleanest thing on his body. He looked like he had been down here for days, wearing the same clothes he did the last time Sisi saw him. Which was.... a couple of days ago.

"Yes!" He points at her, bright blue eyes wide with excitement. He was excited to teach her something. He was passionate about this type of science. He thought he'd be an IT nerd for the rest of his life but Marvel movies really inspired him. So it was like Marvel Movies and the Dark Web had gotten married and created this Illegal Quantum Realm Catastrophe that Yumi had become obsessed with. Today would mark somewhere around three years.

"Yes! exactly, exactly. So with the locator, we find the exact coordinates that we had come across using the..."

"The switch"

"Yeah... with the switch!"

That's why Yumi gave all his tools and objects simple names. He was a scientist, but a scatterbrained one. He might as well have instruction manuals on everything too. There were multicolored post-it notes on every surface... so it was practically the same thing.

"So when we get the coordinates from the locator..."

Sisi leaned over cautiously to see more closely just was Yumi was going on about. It looked like one of those headers in the Time Square, or like Wall Street, with the pixelized information and text floating across the interface over and over. but those were words. Movie times and stocks and headlines and stuff. Those things Sisi could understand. This looked like something she had seen in her college physics course but hook it up to an IV and put whatever Dolph Lundgren and Arnold Schwarzenegger had taken for all those years directly into it. But multiply it by one hundred thousand infinity. How could Yumi even understand this?"

"We put these coordinates in here."

There was a separate part of the machine. A kind of annex, but it looked even more important than the first part. Yumi used a keyboard that looked like it was from like Star Trek or something to type in the same text from the first machine part.

"Yumi... Are we done with the MasterClass or what?"

"Hold on... I can't get this part wrong. If there's a single mistake, it could be really bad."

"Wait... then how'd you make this thing if you couldn't make any mistakes. Isn't that what science is? A bunch of mistakes until you've found something even semi-concrete."

There was silence for a few more seconds until Yumi was done transcribing the Klingon.

"Well... yeah. That's kinda the thing Sisi. I just built this. And what I'm doing now... I'm gonna test it."

Sisi went cold.

She thought of every possible thing that could go wrong. Every possible outcome that resulted in her getting obliterated, fried, disintegrated, or lost forever in a world she had no idea ever existed. She looked at Yumi with a blank stare. One that she tried to break, but just couldn't.

"You... can't be serious Yumi." A nervous chuckle came from her lips. She quickly realized, when he didn't shift, smile, laugh, or blurt out 'just kidding!', she realized he was dead serious. And the dead part might be the most relevant right now.

"No. I'm telling Dan."

She turned and marched up the garage steps to the door that led to the house. Yumi had caught her wrist before she could get too far.

"No!"

Yumi Ishizaki was shaking. He hadn't really felt this way about anything else before. He found a passion. He had a boring life before, such a boring life that going to a Marvel Movie would be the highlight of his fucking 3 month quarter. But now, after all this hard work and research and sleepless nights with something like this keeping him going... he felt like he finally found a passion. A purpose. And sure, maybe he thought he felt like that when he got a new job or a relationship or something, but this was the first time he felt like he was doing something that was actually gonna matter. Yumi didn't wanna die without doing anything spectacular. This was fucking spectacular. And he would be damned if Daniel was gonna come in here and smash up 5 long years of hard work because Sisi cried wolf.

"No, Sisi. Wait. Please. Don't tell him. I'll do anything. Just... I need this."

Salice had tears in her eyes. Alarmed tears. Her heart was racing and she was shaking too. Not because this was considered her life's work or anything, but because this type of invention could make short work of her life! And Yumi's and Daniel's and everyone who lived in this house, on this street, in the neighborhood, or even on the fucking planet. This was not meant to be some garage project. This type of information belonged to some powerful, invisible people that Salice would never know and would be okay with not knowing. Because, unlike Yumi, she was okay with the life she'd built here. She was okay with her messy, on-again-off-again relationship with Daniel. Her sisterhood with Charlie. And the best friend she had come to find in Yumi. And she would be damned if something like a stupid, silly garage project ate her family up like a three-week-old genetic material that turned into a monster and ambushed a 2nd grader as he opened his lunchbox.

"Yumi... I can't let you do that. It's dangerous... thank you for telling me... but I can't."

Yumi was practically begging her now. "Please, please. I'll wait, I'll hold off on testing it, just please don't make me quit doing this. This is... something amazing. Something I don't wanna lose.

Sisi was empathetic to him, but only so much that she rubbed his hands a bit before taking a few steps out of his grasp.

"Okay... Fine. But... I have some conditions.

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"We have to call someone who actually studied this..."

Sisi thought about this logically and rationally. If they were gonna do some stupid shit like this, they needed someone who knew the official ins and outs of everything theoretical and hypothetical that could happen. Someone who could save their asses if things went horribly and terribly and inevitably wrong.

"Where are we gonna find someone like that? I mean, all the guys I was looking at research from are like fifty-year-old men who live in another country."

Sisi smiled bittersweetly. She knew someone like that. She knew someone who would be excellent for this type of thing. But she didn't really wanna call him. Not after everything they'd been through. Not for a favor, anyways. She couldn't call him to ask how he was doing, so it would be ten times harder to ask for a favor.

"I know a guy. He lives in another country, yes, but he's more like thirty-two."

Yumi was hapless. Who could Sisi possibly know that knew anything about Quantum Physics?

"Who? Can you call him now?"

"Just.... hold on. I'll call him this week. We're not doing anything else until he gets here."

Yumi's next question was if he could trust him. A lot of people would be at his throat for this work of his. Especially because he managed, in theory, to figure this all out in a garage with one-sixteenth of the budget of any lab at any worthwhile university or institution. And people would be out to steal all their credit. They'd maybe even go as far as to trap them in the Quantum Realm to keep the public from finding out about all this if they were really so evil.

"Wait... who is it, Sisi?"

"He... He's a really close friend."

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Officially Crowned Prettiest Boy Garraty's beauty judgements on the other walkers:

Baker: beautiful. so beautiful. even ethereal. everyone is dying around us but look how good Baker looks in golden hour. could work on the southern accent.

Barkovitch: pimply, small, greasy, small, small, sewage rat aesthetic

Scramm: just buff in a dimwit kind of way

McVries: mid but awesomely fit

Stebbins: coined creepy lizard aura, zuckerberg type beat.

Davidson: good looking in a conventional way

Parker: just buff in a highschool bully kind of way

Unnamed ugly boy with green trenchcoat: extremely ugly glad he died early so his face wasnt seen again

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sisi-halloway · 10 months

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Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.

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omg i can't wait to read this, you freaking rock!

ASRA Pt. 2

Pairing: Lucio x GN Apprentice

You can find the first part here by @sisi-halloway

No warnings for this part, though the first part is NSFW

Fic under the cut, Enjoy!

After your last fight you'd been hoping it'd be exactly that, your last, but here you are. Fighting… again. Although, considering the way the last one ended this was probably inevitable.

"YOU DON'T EVEN LEAVE THE DOGS HERE!" You scream, tears welling in your eyes as your voice shakes.

"Well, they are my dogs, they go everywhere with me!" Lucio shouts back.

"And then what? You just leave them in a hotel by themselves? Take them to the fucking club with you?" You yell, genuinely curious.

"Of course not!" He says, making a face like he thinks you're an idiot.

"Then what!? Leave them with a friend? If you're not going to do anything with them, then just leave them at home! With me! I can take care of them, and at least I'll have somebody to keep me company, even if they're just dogs!" An offended whine sounds behind you.

"What about Asra, huh? What happened to him?" Lucio asks tauntingly.

"OH, WILL YOU SHUT. UP. ABOUT ASRA!" You scream once more.

"You know what. I'm done. I'm tired of yelling. I'm tired of this childishness." You say calmly, putting your hands up as you turn, walking out the front door.

"Sure, yeah, run away from your problems. back to Asra, I bet." Lucio says.

"Oh, you're one to fucking talk." You say before slamming the door shut being you.

You start walking, just needing a break from all the yelling. For a moment you do think of going to see Asra. Just to talk, maybe have some tea. But you push the thought aside, that would probably just make the situation with Lucio worse.

So instead, you decide to head to the park. There's a nice gravel trail in a small forest-like area near the edge of the river. There's lots of trees and plants, and not many people go on the trail, so no one will see you cry.

When you get outside you run into a small problem. It's raining. Hard. And you don't have an umbrella or even a jacket. You start walking anyway. Well, even if there are some people on the trail, they definitely won't be able to tell you're crying now. You still get some weird looks on the way to the park, probably because you're walking out in the pouring rain with no jacket.

Once you get to the park, you find the trail you were thinking of and start walking. Once you've been walking for about… seven(?) minutes, maybe. You stop and find a big rock to sit on and enjoy the forest and sound of the rain. All the while, hot tears stream down your face along with the cold rain.

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Lucio throws his head back with a long sigh before getting up from his place on the couch. He looks at the clock on the wall near the hall and walks to the door to get his shoes and jacket. It's been an hour since MC left and they haven't come back, and with all this rain he's willing to admit he's getting a bit worried.

After He's tied his boots and thrown on his jacket, he grabs his keys and opens the door. Before stepping out though, he looks back at Mercedes and Melchior, "Be good, I'll be back." And with that he shuts the door.

As he walks briskly down the apartment building stairs he almost hopes MC has gone to Asra's when he hears thunder and the sound of rain beating down harder on and around the building.

Once outside he throws one leg over his bike and puts on his helmet. He starts the engine and sets off to find his MC. I'll start at the park, and then the bakery down the street if they're not there.

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"MC!" You hear from behind you. You've since left the rock and continued walking, albeit slowly compared to your usually fast pace, down the mixture of gravel and dirt path.

You turn to see Lucio standing a ways back on the path. You look at him for a few more seconds before turning away and continuing to walk. You hear the crunching of gravel underneath boots before a hand grasps your arm, turning you sharply.

"What are you doing?" He asks. "Taking a walk." You respond snidely with a glare before turning, or at least trying to. He stops you before you can get halfway around, "In the Freezing fuckin' rain?.. ...you're just taking a walk..?"

"Yes."

There's a long pause before he turns, tugging on your arm. "..... We're going home." He states.

You yank your arm out of his grip and he turns slightly. Looking expectantly toward you. You stand your ground and continue glaring. He sighs, running a hand down his face. "Jesus Christ" he mutters before turning to face you properly.

"Look, you're just gonna have to take a break from your dramatics, standing out in the rain waiting for some apology like we're in a damn movie, so I can take you home." He says, gesturing with his hands.

You take a step back and look at him as though he just grew three heads. "My dramatics!?" You start.

"Yes, your dramatics." He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.

"Oh, you've got some nerve." You all but snarl.

"Yeah, and you're really gettin' on em' today, sweetheart."

"AUGH!" You throw your hands up, fingers curled in claws, you gaze settling on the branches above you. You've had enough and turn sharply and your heels and start to quickly stomp off, but Lucio is quick to catch you. This time picking you up off ground, settling you bridal style in his arms.

You thrash about hitting and pushing his shoulders, but his grip is firm and he's not letting go, so you give up, crossing your arms and pouting.

You get to his bike and he sets you down for a moment, but keeps a good grip on your wrist so you don't run off. After he's settled on the bike he looks at you and you begrudgingly throw your leg over the seat and sit behind him. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you lean against his back and rest your head on his shoulder. He revs the engine and backs out of the spot he's at, and just before you take off, you shut your eyes.

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Lucio pulls into a parking spot and pulls the key out of the ignition. After he kicks down the kickstand he slowly and carefully maneuvers out of his spot Infront of you and picks up your (mostly)sleeping form. He carries you the way he did before, careful not to wake you.

Once he gets to your front door he scrapes the edge of his boot on the door. After a few moments and some rustling behind the door, it swings open to reveal Mercedes chewing on a rope attached to the doorknob. Lucio steps inside, turning slightly as not to disturb you.

When you get inside, Mercedes stands on her hind paws and pushes the door shut with her front paws. Lucio carries you to the bathroom and sets you on your feet, keeping his hands on your arms until he's sure you won't fall. He then steps aside to turn on the water in the tub. Then he turns back to you. "Get undressed." He tells you as he walks past.

He goes to your shared bedroom and digs through the closet to find you both dry clothes. He comes back to see you standing there, still in your rain-soaked clothes, your eyes still closed.

"I thought I told you to get undressed." He says, setting the clothes on the bathroom counter. You open your eyes to stay awake enough to stand without swaying. You look down at the trail of water leading in and out of the bathroom.

"You're making a mess." You say groggily

Lucio walks across the hall to get towels from the closet. "Really? Thats what you're worried about right now? The mess on the floor." He starts, "Your lips are blue." He sets the towels on top of the clothes and leans on the counter. "Now take. off. your. clothes."

You still stand there, looking at him as if he hadn't said anything. He sighs and gently pulls you toward him. Once you're undressed he sets you down in the tub and turns to pick up the wet clothes on the floor. He throws all the clothes, including his own, in the laundry and heads back to the bathroom. He closes the door so the dogs don't bother you and sits behind you in the tub.

He runs his fingers through your now wet hair and begins to quietly wash you. Once you're clean and rinsed you both just sit there for a few more minutes before Lucio stands and steps out of the tub and pulls you up to stand as well. He wraps you both in towels, grabs your clothes, and gently guides you to your bedroom. He dries your hair with a spare towel, then does the same with his own. When he pulls the towel away from his face he pauses, watching you slowly sort your clothes and start to get dressed. He nods to himself before doing the same.

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It's a few hours after dark and you and Lucio are laying in bed together. You're snuggled close, your head on his chest, his arms around your waist. After a few more minutes of silence Lucio speaks up.

"I'm sorry…" he whispers, almost inaudibly. You lift your head to look at him curiously. "For everything. The fighting, the constant leaving…. everything." He says, ashamed of himself. You look down for a moment, then back at him.

"I can't forgive you yet, not just like that. But I will, soon, just not now." You whisper finally. He nods, seemingly reassured. "That is if you aren't gone when I wake up in the morning." You add. "Of course." He smiles.

You settle back into the position you were in before. After a few more minutes of silence, Lucio speaks again. "I love you." He says. You open your eyes and stare at the wall for a moment, but you eventually respond.

"I love you too."

#memories amirite #the arcana #lucio x reader

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Paris Rhodes Bio

Full Name: Paris Alexei Rhodes

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Shippable?: Very

Height: 6'2 (188cm)

Patron Arcana: TBD

Personality: Paris is a hands-on sort of person with a thirst for new ideas and experiences; he loves taking things apart to see how they work, or building new things. He's naturally creative and has no problem with using trial and error to problem-solve. He also has a wanderlust and impulsive energy that can't seem to be sated. He's quite sociable, despite being introverted. He loves teasing the people close to him, but is easily flustered when said behavior is directed at him. He's very loyal to the few people he lets into his inner circle.

Paris is also very stubborn and prone to being insensitive at times. He keeps his emotions and personal life incredibly private, making him difficult to get to know. He has a fear of commitment, and often leaves relationships once they start to get comfortable (but if presented as a challenge, he could be persuaded to stay). He's very prone to risky behavior, especially when he's bored--which happens a little too easily.

Magic Abilities:

Botanokinesis: Paris can control plants. This includes being able to summon, mutate, grow, or otherwise manipulate any manner of plant or vegetation.

Herbalism: Paris has extensive knowledge of plants and their properties, and is able to use this knowledge to create various potions and medicines.

Geokinesis: Paris can somewhat manipulate earth, but this ability is fairly limited.

Protection: Paris can use painted glyphs and runes to set shielding spells around a small area. These spells function as a blacklist, disallowing those with harmful intentions to cross.

Familiar: Paris has a close magical bond with his familiar, Hermes; a large Galbradan eagle-owl. They can communicate telepathically, and being in close proximity to Hermes boosts Paris's magic.

History:

Paris was born in Hellenes, the capital of the Republic of Galbrada, to a Galbradan priestess and a minor politician. He was unplanned, leaving his parents unsure of what to do with him; he had two older siblings who already had set plans for their lives, and the parents hadn't anticipated needing to come up with a goal to raise a third child for. They did their best to encourage him towards being a civil engineer, since he displayed a love of building as a young child, but he usually ended up doing his own thing instead. Often, this meant wandering away from the family's home and ending up in some sort of trouble.

At the age of 12, Paris was attending a formal event with his parents when he met Mórnkan Drakos, the 8 year old child of the richest family in the Republic. He found her interesting, especially because they had similar taste in books, and the two quickly became friends. They remained good friends and pen pals for many years.

When Paris turned 16, his parents sent him to the University of Hellenes to study for a few years. It was during this time that he took a great interest in botany; before then, he thought his magic was fun, but ultimately trivial. Studying botany gave him ample reason to strengthen his magic. During this time, he befriended an eagle-owl chick on campus, who he named Hermes and kept around as a friend. Despite his questionable work ethic, he graduated near the top of his class at age 22.

Shortly after graduating, Paris went back to his old trouble-finding ways, now aided by his stronger magic. This culminated in him being caught in the crossfire of attempted arson. He wasn't actually involved for once, but was arrested anyway. His parents decided that enough was enough after bailing him out, and sent him away to travel. They hoped it would help ground him. His travels did not have the intended effect, instead causing him to develop a taste for raucous parties and fling relationships.

At age 30, he found himself in the small city-state of Vesuvia and decided to stay for longer than usual. He currently bounces from job to job in order to pay for a little apartment in Center City.

Trivia:

He has the same MBTI type as Asra. Coincidentally, ISTP is the exact opposite of Morgan's MBTI type.

He's surprisingly strong for someone with scholarly tendencies. He likes to joke that he trains his muscles in order to be able to pick up Morgan.

His voice claim is still up in the air, but a strong contender is Christian Bale as Howl Pendragon Jenkins in Howl's Moving Castle.

His favorite fruit is pomegranate.

He has almost certainly hooked up with Julian at some point.

He and Morgan used to be in a friends-with-benefits relationship, but it didn't last very long.

He despises mushrooms; they're the only plant-like thing he can't control.

Tags: #paris rhodes, #paris vibes

#paris rhodes #this is excellent

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sisi-halloway · 10 months

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Why do you reblog your own fics so much?

Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.

Does this look right to you??

These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.

Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.

Anyway, I’m still going to reblog my shit...

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sisi-halloway · 10 months

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happy pride & remember: there is no such thing as a heterosexual vampire

(also there are t-shirts now! 👀)

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sisi-halloway · 10 months

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Hello! I'm Poppy, I'm a romance author and reader. I wanted to make a blog to hold all my thoughts and feelings about writing and to meet other writers. I'm hoping to have my first queer historical romance novella finished very soon!

Some things I write are:

- erotica romance

- historical romance (all genders and sexualities)

- I'm working on a soft country romance series set in a small farming town called Everleigh Hills (fun fact about me is I grew up on a farm in Aotearoa New Zealand)

- I'm very interested in paranormal and fantasy romance as well

I'm super interested in connecting with other writers of all genres. My main blog, j-hawthorn, is for my horror and fantasy writing (mostly though it's unorganized reblogs lol)

#writers supporting writers #support writers

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sisi-halloway · 10 months

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My Arcana Writing Index

It’s been a while since I revisted this. I made a few changes and I plan to be getting back into the Arcana Fandom. I’ll make my index more for that instead of my original writing. I’ll move all of that to a different blog I think. Feel free to look at that too, I mean. I’ll appreciate it! Just wait for updates pls :)

A/N: I’m impressed by how much I’ve written for the Arcana. To this day, I think this is the most content I’ve produced for any one fandom or topic! I’m happy to share my work with other people who want to enjoy it.

This post will be changing frequently with maintenance <3

Anything with themes that people could find NSFW or disturbing is in Bold. Clarification is going to be in the Story Link. (Still working on all of them)

Salice’s Bio

Shuhei’s Bio

Yumi’s Bio

Jasika’s Bio

Jay’s Bio

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X READER

Asra x Reader

Do You Understand? (Asra x Reader Angst)

31 Days of The Arcana: Tarot (Asra x Reader)

Every Wednesday (Asra x Reader) (Modern AU)

Welcome to my Gate (Asra x Reader)

Protections on Me (Asra x Reader)

Dirty Laundry (Asra x Reader)

I Love the Summer (Asra x Reader)

Liar (Asra x Reader Angst)

It Won’t Take Long (Asra x Reader)

Don’t Go (Asra x Reader Angst)

Sleep Talking (Asra x Reader)

Julian x Reader

Let’s Go Make a Baby (Julian x FemReader)

Get Well Soon (Julian x Reader)

31 Days of The Arcana: Murder- Part 1 (Julian x Reader Darkfic)

Bound by Blood (Julian x VampireFemReader)

Merry Christmas (Julian x Reader) (70s AU)

Always- Pt. 1 (Julian x Reader)

Always- Pt 2 (Julian x Reader)

Charitable Fate (Julian x NonApprentice Reader)

Touch Me (Julian x Reader)

CIGARETTES AND BAR SOAP (Julian x Reader) (Modern AU)

Not So Tough (Julian x ShortReader)

Blacktide (Julian x Reader Angst)

Perfectly (Julian x Reader) (Valentine’s Special!)

Nadia x Reader

A Beautiful Friend (Nadia x Reader FriendSHIP)

Credit (Nadia x Reader)

Do You Like Me? (Nadia x Reader)

Muriel x Reader

Thank You For Coming (Muriel x Reader)

A Simple Crush (Muriel x BadassReader)

Let Me Take Care of You (Muriel x Reader)

Not so Bad (Muriel x Reader) (Modern AU)

Portia x Reader

Cold Kiss (Portia x Reader)

Lucio x Reader

A Very Special Night- Part 1 (Lucio x Reader)

A Bad Dream (Lucio x Reader)

Life of the Party (Lucio x Fem Reader) (Modern AU)

I’m Not Leaving You (Lucio x Reader)

Dance with Me (Lucio x Reader)

Aftercare (Lucio x Reader)

You and Your Magic (Lucio x Reader)

Waiting For You (Lucio x Reader)

Asra (Lucio x Reader Smut) (Modern AU)

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OC Salice’s Fics

CANON SHIPS

Love and Hate (Julian x Salice)

All on Your Own (Julian x Asra)

You’ll Take What I Prescribe You (Julian x Salice)

Don’t Shut Me Out (Salice x Asra)

Business of Shakedowns (Asra x Salice)

Dream of Where I’m From (Julian x Salice)

FANON SHIPS: Platonic, Romantic

Salice and Reidunn

Monochromatic World (Salice and Reidunn) for @vikinglumberjack

Salice and Charlie Reyes

Early Morning Darkness (Salice and Charlie) for @asranemesis

That Halloway Girl (Salice and Charlie)

Valentine’s Day (Salice, Charlie and Daniel)

Salice and Daniel Reyes

My Sweet Girl (Salice x Daniel)

Remember? (Salice x Daniel)

Big Red Mess (Salice x Daniel)

Handsome Stranger (Salice x Daniel)

Shut Up and Let Me (Salice x Daniel)

Salice and Morgan

So Utterly Gorgeous (Salice and Morgan) for @knight-engale

A Night on a Deserted Island (Salice x Morgan)

Salice and Tyrael

Mirrors (Salice and Tyrael) for @tyraeltheapprentice

Salice and Kassim

Tasty (Salice x Kassim) for @peaceful-kassim

Salice and Thomas Zieragh

The Camera (Salice x Thomas) for @scribblingella

Is It Strange? (Salice x Thomas)

This Is Maeth? (Salice x Thomas)

Scared You Had Gone (Salice x Thomas)

Peacock Feathers (Salice x Thomas)

He Loves You (Salice x Thomas)

A Man Worth Saving (Salice x Thomas)(Mermaid AU)

Telephone (Salice x Thomas)

Stupid Laundry (Salice x Thomas)

MISC.

Nothing You Didn’t Want (Salice x Goddess of Dreams)

Salice Trivia: The Devil

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OC Shuhei’s Fics

Not Shippable, Canon Partner is @mystifiedgarden‘s Isabella Zieragh. Friends are always welcome!

Charcoal Drawing (Shuhei x Isabella)

A Special Friend (Shuhei x Isabella)

A Song in Our Home (Shuhei x Isabella)

Remedy (Shuhei x Isabella)

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OC Yumi’s Fics

Not Shippable, Fanon partner is @asranemesis‘ Charlie!

Character Playlist Here

You Left the Window Up (Yumi x Charlie)

Water Rings (Yumi x Charlie)

Dreams (Yumi x Charlie)

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OC Jasika Fics

Not Shippable

Character Playlist Here

Thanks For Caring (Jashi x Hazel)

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OCs Hyde and Heidi’s Fics

Not Shippable

Character Playlist Here

Just a Shirt (Charlie x Hyde)

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Miscellaneous OC Fics/ Mashup Fics (2 or more OC)/ OC Headcanons

Waking Up With My OC’s

My OC’s as Sitting Positions

Alabaster Stone (Yasue Kumagai x Rhadika Elsma)

Kawabata Boys (Shuhei and Yumi)

Together Always (Shuhei x Yumi)

Orasas Stays Free (Shuhei x Isabella) (Thomas x Salice)

I Missed You More (Yumi x Charlie) (Sisi x Daniel)

Letting Me In (Daniel Reyes)

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HEADCANONS AND OTHER Misc. Items

Kiss Me? (Asra x Leila)

The Main 6 as Types of Love

The Main 6 as Greek Gods/Goddesses

The Main 6 as Sweet Gestures to Strangers

The Main 6 as Nail Shapes

The Main 6 as Mythical Creatures

The Main 6 as Upbeat Pop Songs

The Main 6 as Places You’d Wake Up Drunk

The Main 6 as Cookie Flavours

The Main 6 as Things You Shouldn’t Do

The Main 6 and the Pet Names They’d Give You

The Main 3 when MC Has Too Much Coffee at Night

The Main 6 at the Nail Salon

The Main 6 as Times of Day

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Finding a Balance (Asra x MC x Julian)

You and Asra at the Supermarket (Asra x Reader)

WEREWOLF ASRA HEADCANON

Thanks for making it to the end :)

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