#!!! ooohhh i should commission you

[philliamwrites]

Um do you do requests because If it alright can some one make genderbend story with fem eren and male reader and like fem eren is a bully and the male reader put fem eren in her place. Based on Eren pov if hard for you write for male.

A/N: Ooohhh this is so exciting, the first real request ehehehehe, thank you, nonny!

Since there wasn’t a specific mention if this should be nsfw or not, I kept it sfw-ish (except the end lol) I hope it’s fine! (and there’s always the option to commission me for very specific things, just DM me). I took some liberty and changed the dynamic that you’d usually read (bully! Eren / nerd! Reader) and made them both over-competitive jocks, only Eren is mean about it.

Warnings: fem! Eren / male! Reader; unresolved sexual tension, swearing, sport-typical violence; Reader is also taller than Eren; 18+ Minors DNI; not proofread; implied male receiving oral sex by fem.

You have it in the bag. Five steps away from the goal, a clear shot before you, nobody in your way. The stick feels good in your hands, its familiar weight an extension of your own limbs, a weapon to clear a path towards the goal.

Jean screams from behind the restraining line to take the shot—“Take the fucking shot, you dumbass, what are you waiting for?!”—but you feel Coach Levi’s inscrutable look from the side line like a physical touch around your throat; Patience with capital P has never been your strong suit, and you don’t want to spend another thirty minutes after practice getting chewed up by Levi; or worse, signed up to run a marathon.

Connie’s waiting behind the goal line, his eyes rivetted on you, goalie stick raised in anticipation. He knows your moves, you’ve both started playing at the same time, three years ago after making the drunk decision to give it a try and having fallen in love with the sport ever since. He’ll expect a feint. He knows you’re good at those, and you know nothing pisses him off more than falling for that dirty little trick. Which is exactly the reason you’ll do a behind-the-back-shot.

Or you’d like to, were it not for a lightning-quick body slamming into yours like a wrecking ball, throwing you to the ground. Multiple things happen at once. You feel a stick snatching the ball out of your pocket; you hear Jean’s swears as he roars for the defence to fall back behind the restraining line; you see Eren’s lithe, muscular form as she steals the ball from you and throws a long pass forward to Sasha, bringing the ball across half the field and away from the attack zone.

She turns around briefly, and through the metal bars of her face mask you see her striking green eyes flashing wish mischief as she looks down on you. When you try to get up, the head of her stick pushes into your chest painfully, keeping you on the ground.

“Don’t bother,” she says, and just hearing her voice, the snarl in it, makes you want to kick her legs from under her. “You’ll do your team a favour by staying out of the game.”

Before you can reply, she’s already rocketing off, down the field to your defence zone, and you’re not proud of the fact how your eyes immediately fix on her long legs in that short, white skirt that’s riding up her ass as she runs.

A gloved hand hooks around your elbow and pulls you up to your feet. Marco gives you a pat on the back, dusting dirt off you. “Don’t let her get to you,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice behind the mask. “She’s unstoppable when she’s having a good day. Let’s hope Mikasa’ll shut down some shots. Oh, and don’t take Jean’s complains too much to heart.”

You watch them squabble at the other side of the field, feeling your heart drop to your stomach. You don’t give a shit about Jean. Levi’s disappoint, however, is palpable from the side line. It’s like someone just shot his dog.

“Exercise patience,” he always says. “But if you see Jaeger coming at you, you take that fucking shot as if your life depends on it, got it?”

 

The locker room is empty when you finish showering and pack up. You should get a fucking medal for the self-restrain you’ve practiced not drowning Jean under the showers after he gave you so much shit because “If you’d put your little girlfriend on a leash, we wouldn’t have that fucking problem. Every. Single. Time.”

Girlfriend. As if anyone can put a leash on Eren, especially when her brain is hardwired to stop at nothing to accomplish her goal. Start a fight with someone from an opposing team for giving her a weird look? Eren prefers not wearing gloves simply for the fact that she loves having her knuckles skinned bloody. Get Floche to do her assignments for International Politics? He’s eating out of her palm like a dog, easily submitting herself to Eren laughing at him whenever he’s asking her out for a real date. Knock you down on your ass? Her favourite pastime.

Just the thought of her, of her wide, forest-green eyes, garlanded by pretty, thick lashes the colour of ink against her sun-kissed skin, hits you with the force of a train. Fury: white-hot, boiling, venomous. You want to do something that shuts her up, makes her swallow her mean words—Christ, if you could make her cry, make her feel small and insignificant; make her look up at you and really see you, her round, soft cheeks flushed crimson, her full, red lips slightly opened as you drag your thumb over her bottom lip, your other hand secured around her throat—

Your hand would fit around her neck so perfectly—

“You done wanking one in the showers?”

You make a disapproving noise at the back of your throat. Just like the devil she is, Eren has been waiting for you outside the gym, balancing her stick in the palm of her hand. She’s changed her field gear for a simple vermillion hoodie and black shorts. You can’t get the image of her wearing that tight, white skirt out of your head, so you do what any respectable man should do and ignore her.

Eren doesn’t like that one bit.

See, when she goes at something, she goes swinging—literally. Metal slams into your gut hard enough to crush your lungs into your spine. The only reason you don’t crumble to your knees is because you’re used to shit like this on the field.

Eren laughs. “What’s the matter, big guy? Cat got your tongue?”

“I don’t have time—” You suck in a deep breath; the air won’t fit down your throat. “—for your bullshit.”

“You mad? Why are you still mad?” Eren’s smile slices white. “You got a problem I brought you down? Shame, you look good on your knees.”

If you’re the keg full of powder in a room, Eren is always the one trying to throw a burning match inside. Tough shit she doesn’t know you’re secretly a pyromaniac.

You move too fast for her to react, or maybe she just wasn’t expecting you to fight back. When her back hits the hard wall with a satisfying thud, you consider smacking her head against it for good measure. She stares up at you with wide eyes—exactly the sight you’ve imagined moments before—and when she swallows, you feel her throat flex under the palm of your hand. There it is. Your hand around her throat. She has to crane her had back; you dip yours, head cocked to the side slightly.

“What a fucking brat you are.” Your voice is so quiet. Hoarse. You don’t recognise it. You have a hard time focusing right now because one thing becomes painfully clear: You’d do anything to fuck Eren and make her scream and cry. “Is that what get you off at night? Bullying other people? Really? What are we, fucking twelve?”

Eren snarls at you, showing her teeth like a captured animal. You tighten your hold around her throat, dig your thumb into her pulse point that’s jackhammering like a rabbit’s heart caught in a snare. Pressing her harder against the wall, bringing your bodies flush against each other, you slide your leg between hers, and the sound she makes is exquisitely delicious.

“You’re just so easy to tease,” she replies, just as quietly. She turns her face towards you, like a flower following the sun’s path. “Maybe I’m weak for big guys that cry.”

“If I’m done with you, Eren, I won’t be the one crying.”

She shudders against you and tries to bring your bodies harder together, pressing her tits against your chest. You dig your fingers into her jaw until you can see your nails leaving red half-moons on her skin. Hovering your mouth above hers, you watch every twitch and change on her face, and every time she tries to close the gab between you by slanting her mouth over yours, you push her head back. The frustrated growl at the back of her throat is almost adorable.

“Or do you want for someone to put you in your place?” you wonder aloud, jerking your leg only once, only a little. Eren melts against you, moving her hips against the strong muscle of your thigh.

Your mouth goes dry. Eren uses that moment to slap her hands around your cheeks and pull you down, slamming her lips into yours. Her mouth is hot, almost feverish. She strokes her tongue against yours, and you groan into her mouth—the vibration of the sound sending lightning flicks of pleasure down your spine. The kiss goes rough, deeper, and claiming.

You’re not done with her yet.

Sneaking the hand that’s been holding her jaw to the back of her nape, you curl your fingers into her thick hair—and yank it back. Eren gasps, bearing her throat to you. You reward her by running your tongue over her bottom lip, grazing the soft flesh with your teeth.

“You had to—” she starts, and swallows when you put your mouth to the curve of her jaw, biting hard. “Fuck—Ever since you split that fucking watermelon open with your fucking thighs, you fucking gorilla.”

You laugh against the hot skin of her throat. “Is that it? You got a crush on me, and that’s how you’ve been trying to get into my pants?”

“If anything, I’m creative.”

You consider that with a hum against the curve of her shoulder. When you raise your face again, Eren is already waiting for you, her mouth hungry and pliant under yours. You run your hands through her hair, over and over again while tasting her, feeling her hips stutter against your thigh. When you’re holding her hair in a ponytail, she separates for a moment to look up at you—eyes blown black with desire, but lucid enough to question what you’re doing.

You’ll change that.

“I said I’d make you cry,” you say against her cheek, feather-light and soft, deceptively so. “I think it’s time to see how pretty you look on your knees.”

Eren tenses up at that, you can feel it against your body. Tenses up in anticipation, you realise, when her hands begin to work on your belt buckle, her eyes wide, wanton. Excited. Your cock jumps inside the confines of your pants, half-hard.

“You’ll do that for me, won’t you?” you whisper, kissing her cheek, her nose, her neck. Why have you never noticed before how ridiculously good she smells. “You’ll be good and nice for me, right?”

“That depends.” Her answer is breathless, barely audible. She’s still fighting in the end, as though she isn’t completely melting in your arms already. So cute.

You tighten your hold on her hair, pushing her down slowly.

“You’ll find you won’t have much choice,” you say, smiling. “I’ll make you behave this time.”

And Eren, still looking up at you while working on your zipper, answers with a smile herself, accepting the challenge.

A/N: I had too much fun writing this lmao

#aot smut #aot x reader #aot x you #aot x y/n #snk smut #snk x you #snk x reader #snk x y/n #eren smut #eren x you #eren x reader #eren x y/n #eren x reader smut #female eren #male reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #female eren jaeger #female eren yeager #genderbend

[tomiokasensei]

hey hey hey marilyn!! here's your secret santa again! 🎅🎅🎅🎅 yess i'm very excited to exchange gifts, to see everyone's amazing edits, identities and their reactions, specially seeing yours marilyn!! 🥰🥰🥰 i really am so enthusiastic!!! aww marilyn you're so cute! thank you for being so lovely every time! i'm really happy you enjoy talking with me since i always think my conversations are boring 😅 i sure am resting and spending a great time with my family thank you ^^ i'm very excited to start working on all the goodies to eat on the christmas eve and day xDDD do you do it too with you family at home? if yes what do you like to do best? i love doing christmas cookies 🥰~ oh yeah definitely anime inspired me to create art ^^ not only anime but movies too, i remember when i was lil i would always do drawings of harry potter xD but there was a time in my childhood i was really inspired by CLAMP artwork, idk if you know about them? their mangas were full of details and the characters were always so pretty so i started on that time to draw more ^^ my speciallity on my art is more of childs illustrations, and lil chibis you know? I also draw normal characters but i don't have that skill you know? anatomy isn't always my forte so chibis are the best for me ^^ how about you marilyn? which style you like to do more? did you had an anime that inspired you too? 😄😄 ofc marilyn! i believe that you will have a brilliant career i saw your art page and girl you have amazing skills!! oof! really brilliant marilyn you sure have a beautiful style i can totally see the effort and love you give to them! i really love the doma one you did, god it's amazing!!! 😍😍😍 the giyuu halloween one is the cutest thing i ever seen!! so so pretty marilyn!! oh there's no need to commission me 👉👈 thank you really you're too kind!! 😳😳😳 i can always make you a chibi drawing for free no worries marilyn!! ^^ i totally agree with you, tumblr should do more events like this, not only on christmas time but doing event about characters or animes prompts in any time of the year! it would boost our motivation to create more, it's when we bring more joy and life to this website! yeah i had a lot of friends who went away from tumblr because of being so dead and people not appreciating that much as it used too... but who knows if tumblr will get better again ^^ i hope so too! 🙏🙏🙏 thank you too again for being such a precious gem every time marilyn!! love spending this lil time with you talking about everything and to discover more bits about you, it's a big win for me each time!🥰🥰🥰 omg you're so right we do have so much in common, i love it when i get to know more people with the same tastes! i'm so happy!! looking forward for christmas eve and to our future conversations marilyn! wish you a warm and great week! see you soon! 😘😘😘💕💕💕💕

hello, secret santa!! 😍😍 just a few more days!!!...🤗 the exchanges will be fun to see all around~💜 for my giftee, i went back and forth to see what would be the right character, what they would love the most based on what i found on their page i hope it was the right choice/ i am kinda nervous but i hope the giftee truly likes it...! ! ! their reaction is what i hope would bring me joy!💜

i don't think your conversations are boring, on the contrary, they are engaging!💕i am also going to spend the holidays with my family and just enjoy each others' company and warmth before i take off on my trip, all the busy planning and shopping and decorating has been completed and cooking is the last thing to work on, it's all been great fun and rewarding, and at home the food is... alright lol and similar to how people celebrate thanksgiving in america with having ham, mash potatoes, green bean casserole etc. etc. the christmas cookies are definitely the star in my home LMAOOOO😄

ooohhh!! i love harry potter!! aside from anime, it's nice that hp has also been of some inspiration in your art! i am also familiar to CLAMP~ i have enjoyed cardcaptor sakura and chobits very much💜i absolutely love chibi art! i tried to study that from other pics i have seen but it is quite difficult for me (somehow, when i make chibi art the adorable factor loses its way...) i think the style that inspires my art the most is the polar opposite of "cute"/ perhaps shounen is what may be the reason for that haha that halloween giyuu art was supposed to be more chibi-like but, yeah, kinda failed at that and just made him childlike lololol flattered you find it cute! i do look forward in seeing your art!💗i insist in commissioning because i love to bring support for artists!! especially with the rise of ai art~ which i am fully against

i thought about joining the anime creators blog but idk how often i would be able to contribute, while i appreciate making edits, i wonder if fanart is involved? would the community be interested in seeing that?🤔out of all my posts, my art has never really gained as much attention as my edits, so this time around i have been more focused on art as it is more of my passion...💜

regardless how dead tumblr is, i feel so blessed that i am able to interact with you, secret santa, it gives me encouragement to be more active on tumblr and i look forward to the future here!! wish you a very merry christmas and another wonderful week!!🎄

#animangasecretsanta #asks

[atomic-thomas]

(Fake ASMR Commission) Your Short Girlfriend Makes A Wish & Grows Too Tall [Hey, Fake. If you can think of a better title, be my guest.]

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"That's odd. I could've sworn Attack of the 50ft Woman was a lot better when I saw it for the first time."

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"I mean... I guess it wasn't really bad, but... It was just so... Mid. I can't even remember what I liked about it."

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"Oh yeah. It's still leagues better than the Monster Hunter movie. That dumpster fire is an insult to Monster Hunter fans. They butchered the source material & peppered it with so much unnecessary garbage. Legends of the Guild is way better."

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"Ahhh, I love riffing on bad movies with you. Your presence is the only thing that lets me tolerate them."

*peck kiss sound*

"Ehehe~ Always gotta stand on my tippy-toes in order to kiss you. Such is life."

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"Yeah, I know. I'm your little shorty. But that just means you can hold me more easily."

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"So... Wanna go to the park & gaze at the stars with me?"

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"Pleeeeease? I know it's late & you're tired, but I don't want this date to end yet."

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"Yay! Thanks, babe. I promise I won't keep you out much longer."

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*nighttime ambience, crickets chirping, etc.*

"Wow, the night sky is so pretty. Almost as pretty as you."

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"Ehehe~ My flirting skills are superb. Like a superb owl."

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"Get the joke? Superb owl? When you combine the two words, it looks like Superbowl."

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"Okay, I could've worded that better to be fair, but... Whatever. Not important right now."

"What is important... Is that we're out here... Looking at the stars together on this peaceful night... With only the nocturnal creatures to serenade us."

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"And the moon. Heh... I can almost hear the moon yelling 'Hey! You two should kiss!'"

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"Ehehe~ It's a crescent moon tonight. A lovely shape. Like a croissant. I feel like I could just grab it out of the sky & eat it."

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"Don't you know, darling? The moon is made of cheese."

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"Of course I know it's not actually made of cheese. But look at all those craters. It would definitely be swiss."

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"There's the Big Dipper. In the same place it always is. And as we know... The brightest star in the sky isn't actually a star at all. It's Venus. A planet with an atmosphere of superheated toxic death. Yet here we are observing safely from millions of miles away."

"Sometimes, I take astrology for granted, but seriously. When you really devote the time to it, space is cool as heck.

"OOOHHH!!! A shooting star! Honey! Make a wish!"

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"You're letting me have the wish. Oh, darling. You're too kind."

"Hmmm... I wish... I was taller."

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"I've always been self-conscious about my height. I was picked on in school a lot for it. As if I actually have control over my genetics. It's like getting picked on for having an unusual name. It's not warranted."

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"I'm glad you appreciate me for who I am. Still... I wouldn't mind being at least a bit taller."

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"Alright, we can go home now. I've had my fun. Who knows? Maybe my wish will actually come true."

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"Nah... That's all just superstition. You could say it's... Wishful thinking."

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"Okay, we're actually going now. I'm tired to.

*ambience stops*

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"Ready for bed, hun?"

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"Well, get in here. Covers are open."

*blanket & sheet rustling sounds*

"Hahhh... What a night."

"AH! Ow! I just got a random cramp for some reason."

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"I did my stretches today. There's no way I pulled a muscle just by getting into bed."

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"I'm fine. Really. It's just some minor bodily pain. I've felt worse. Don't worry about it."

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"I love you to, sweetie. Goodnight."

..........

*growth sounds*

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"*Yaaaaawn* Ngh... You awake, hun?"

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"Oh, they must've already went downstairs. Alright then."

"Wait a minute. Why are my feet cold?"

"What the-...? They're hanging off the bed. I'm too short for that to happen. That doesn't make any sense."

*blanket & sheet rustling sounds*

"Okay... Maybe I should just-..."

*sound of wood being hit*

"AAHH! What?! How did my head hit the door frame? That never happens. This is so weird."

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"I'm... I'm fine, babe. I just... I'm having a bizarre morning. I'm coming downstairs now."

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"Oh, you already made breakfast. That's nice."

"Wait... Why do you look shorter than me? That's not-..."

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"I look taller. I knew something was off. Hold on. I'm gonna look in the full-length mirror. There's no way that wish actually came true."

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"Oh My God! It did! My head is off the mirror. Wait... No. No, this can't be true. I don't believe it. Surely, I must be dreaming, right?"

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"It's real. It's definitely real. It feels all too real. I'm tall. I'm finally tall just like I always wanted to be!"

"Oh, this is simply the best day ever! I don't know what could possibly ruin it."

*growth sounds*

"Uh... Babe? Why are you getting shorter?"

*growth sounds*

"Wait... Am I still growing?"

*sound of wood being hit*

"AAHH! Ow, my head just hit the ceiling."

*growth sounds*

"Oh, jeez. Uh... Think. What to do... Um..."

*growth sounds*

"I should sit down. Yeah. Hehe... I guess I'm getting more height than I thought I would."

*growth sounds*

"Why isn't it stopping? Oh God..."

*growth sounds*

"Okay, body. You can stop growing any time now. I have way more than enough height."

*louder growth sounds*

"AAHH!!"

*sound of glass breaking*

"Honey! You need to leave the house right now. I don't want to hurt you by accident."

*louder growth sounds*

"I don't think there's anything you can do to help me. Now please! Just go! Get out of here now!"

*louder growth sounds*

"No, no, no, no, no... Why won't it stop? This is too much. I don't know what to do. I can barely move in this cramped room anymore."

*final loudest growth sound*

"AAAHHH!!!"

*sound of house destruction*

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"Ugh... Well great. This is a fine mess."

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"Oh... Hey babe. Glad to see you made it out safe & sound."

"So there's good news & bad news. The good news... I think the growth finally stopped. The bad news... Our house is gone."

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"Yeah, well... At least we still have our cars. Not that I can drive mine at this size."

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"I don't know how tall I am now. Probably, like... 50ft or something? I guess that movie we watched last night was foreshadowing."

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"I didn't think that shooting star would actually grant my wish. And I certainly didn't expect it to take the wish this far. I just wanted to be taller. Not turn into a literal giant."

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"Good point. If I want to undo this disaster, I'll have to look out for another shooting star. Easier said than done, but what else can I do?"

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"Be careful what I wish for. Yeah, that's an old saying alright."

"So, uh... What do we do now? I'm just sitting here in a pile of rubble."

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"Make the local news first. Oh, I'm sure this news will be more than just local. Everyone's gonna know about this."

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"You're right. No point in twiddling our thumbs doing nothing. We've got work to do."

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"Heh... Sure. You can ride on my shoulder. Sounds fun. Might as well put this size to good use."

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THE END

[sundropglass]

Mug, soft, and glow?

thank u sm for the ask, lovely!!

mug - do you sweeten your tea or coffee?

....I didnt like either but maybe I should actually try them sweetened and see if I do now XD

soft - if you were the main character in a picture book, where would your adventure be to?

ooohhh the long-forgotten ruins of a castle in a forest somewhere...

glow - do you make any art?

I do character art commissions for a living! <3 I have a main blog thats for all my OC stuff, and I'm happy to share it with discretion

#Thanks sm for the ask Siorai!!! #ask things

[jasmehraj]

We are just friends

A song fic where Adrien is an honorary brother and Gabriel is an honorary uncle. Yes you read it right. Friends by Anne Marie and Marshmallow

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Ohhh Oh ohhh woh,

oh ohhh ohh woh,

Marinette was happily singing while doing embroidery of beautiful tulips 🌷on her newest commission. The trap door opened to reveal Adrien but she didn't notice. He came from behind her and covered her eyes,"Adrien let go, this commission is very important."

"Don't you like to see your romantic soulmate M'lady." Her eye twitched. She sighed and covered her face with her hands.

Ooohhh oohh oohh woh,

Oooo oooo Oooo ohh Woh.

Damian had just landed in Paris to see his beloved. She of course didn't know. He made his way towards Le Grande Hotel of Paris. He was standing tapping his foot on the floor impatiently while Dick was checking in.

"Damikins." A voice exclaimed. He growled in frustration and dodged as yellow blur tried to hug him. Chloe Bourgeois was kissing the ground as she got up and groaned with pain.

"This is not a way to greet me damikins."

You say you love me,

I say you crazy,

We're noting more than friends.

"Adrien stop that." She said clearly frustrated as Adrien confessed for a hundredth time this week. "Did you not like the flowers M'lady? Or do you want a real kiss instead of a chocolate kisses?" Adrien had a cheeky smile on his face. They had revealed each other's identity in the last battle. Who happened to be her honorary uncle Gabriel. Adrien is still stuck on the soulmate thing. She sighed a bone crushing sigh.

"Bourgeois, we were over this. I do not love you and you do not love me." His patience was wearing thin. "Oh come on damikins, who else will be good enough for you?" Dick was trying to control his laughter but he was miserably failing. The traitor Damian thought.

You're not my lover,

More like a brother.

I know you since we were like 10.

Marinette had first met Adrien when she was 10. Her mother came with him to get some pastries from the most famous bakery of Paris. They became friends quickly. She often went to play with him to his eyes where she met Gabriel. She gushed about how she wanted to be a fashion designer like him someday. Both Emilie and Gabriel had smiled at her. They both winner each other's families heart very easily. "Adrien you are like a brother to me I am like a sister to you and as a matter of fact I have a boyfriend." He was getting difficult to handle. "Keep telling yourself that M'lady." He winked and grinned. She sighed, today was going to be a very long day.

Damian met Chloe at a gala. No matter how many times he tried to lose her, she somehow came back he is surprised that he didn't kill her as he was fresh out of the league. "I have a girlfriend bourgeois and she is much more worthy than you." This was getting ridiculous. Normally he wouldn't insult her but he was just so done. "I am much more worthy than anyone else on the planet ditch her." She said flipping her hair. "No." He plainly replied and walked towards his room.

YEAH,

Lila was getting annoying with time and her classmates also showed their level of stupidity. So, she pulled out the big guns. She recorded her lies, her threats and the amount of evidence on ladyblog was laughable if not sad. She called her clients who happened to be the people that she lied about. She and all her clients threw restraining orders and law suits on her face. She was confirmed to be working with hawkmoth. If Marinette used kwamis help to record her conversation with hawkmoth, well, no one needs to know that. Lila spilled the beans that hawky was actually uncle Gabriel.

They were made aware of the situation of Paris by Ladybug. One day when they were casually sitting in the cave when an emergency alert came from the computer. "It's the watchtower." They all went through the Zeta, only to see a girl in bright red suit handing green lantern his ass. That's how he met her.

Don't mess it up,talking that shit,

Only gonna push me away,

That's it.

She was getting anxious with every growing second. It took everything in her yo not punch him right there, in his pretty little face. She took deep breaths to calm down. Sure she loved him. He is her best friend but this was getting ridiculous. "Adrien get out. I need to finish this commission today."

Damian glared at Chloe once more as she tried to kiss him again. "Stop that Bourgeoise." "Stop what Damikins?" "I have been blessed with a name, use it." He went inside his room and locked it. "Having problems, Little D?" The idiot dick had the audacity to laugh. "Tt. I am going to take Habibiti to a date tomorrow. It's our 3 year anniversary." He plainly said ignoring the starry look in his brother's eyes. "But I need you to make sure that Bourgeois doesn't crash my date....." He added reluctantly. "The magic words." Dick said not looking up from his phone, trying to look serious but the smirk on his face gave it away. "Tt. Please Grayson. Happy now." He growled out. "Yes." He said, still grinning like an idiot. Damian huffed and started his preparation for his date.

When you say you love me,

That makes me CRAZY.

Here we go again.....

Marinette was sewing when there was a knock on the trap-door. "M'lady, here you go." Marinette whipped her head to face him. He was standing there, covered in flour with odd shaped macaroons in his hands. She decided not to comment. She got back to work. He looked at her clearly not happy, "Purrrrincess, I made macaroons for you." Still nothing. He frowned,"Purrincess." "I'mmabusy. Getlost." He didn't understand her word vomit."Repeat it again bugaboo." She started the music and sang:

Damian was reserving everything for his anniversary when Chloe came in. No, he didn't give her permission. He simply said,"Get out." She looked like she was going to argue, but he threw a bat-glare her way which made her recoil a bit. Key word A BIT. He stood up and used his finger to point at her as he sang:

Don't go look at me

With that look in your eye.

"But M'lady."

"Damikins, I-"

They continued, shutting them:

You're really ain't going

away without a fight!

"Marinette you want me to sing with you?" She ran a hand through her hair.

"Oh Damikins stop it." He growled.

And they continued singing.

You can't be reasoned with,

I'm done being polite.

"Marinette your voice is beautiful. You wrote it yourself?" His comment fell on deaf years.

"Damikins. Where did you get this stupid song from?"

They continued singing as they pulled out their phones.

I've told you

1,2,3,4,5,6 thousand times!

She made gestures with her hands. Her phone tinged. It was message from Damian,"Be at the Eiffel tower at 7 tomorrow morning." She smiled.

Damian's phone tinged with a message from his malak. "Ok , but why?"

Chloe chose the moment to interrupt but before she could say anything, his face formed a scowl. He started singing again.

Haven't I made it obvious?

Marinette sang:

Haven't I made it clear?

They both sang with the music. Equally furious. They pushed the respective intruders towards the door.

Want me to spell it out for you?

F-R-I-E-NDS

Adrien took her advice and leaved her alone but she knew that's not the case, he's sitting on the balcony, listening to her. Alya entered her room for girl's night along with Rose, Alex and Juleka. She sang loudly. Her friends humming.

Chloe did leave but Damian sang to himself as the music continued to play. Dick also humming.

Haven't I made it obvious?(Oooh oooh ooh woh)

Haven't I made it clear?(Oooh ooh ooh woh)

Want me to spell it out for you?(Oooh ooh ooh woh)

F-R-I-EN-D-S(Oooh ooh ooh woh)

F-R-I-EN-D-S

Adrien left at that and she sighed in relief. She told her friends about her latest commission and they chatted, played games and soon it was 1 am. Marinette shot,"Guys! we need to sleep. I have to go to Eiffel Tower at 7 tomorrow." "Why girl?" Alya questioned. "No why's or but's sleep now." They all obeyed. No one had enough strength to deal with Mari's wrath as they put it.

Damian was panicking. She is not going to get mad. Will she? He sighed. "Baby bird. Go to sleep. You are going to miss your own date." Dick warned. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Then he went to bed.

Have you got no shame?

You looking insane,

Turning up at my door.

They were sleeping when there was a knock on the trap-door. Marinette was a heavy sleeper, so she didn't wake up by it but Alix did. "Who there?" She sleepily mumbled. "I'm Adrien." The voice, no, Adrien said. "Everyone is sleeping. It's a girls night. Go away sunshine." Alya mumbled from her seat. "But-" Rose woke up and sat at her spot,"You should go Adrien you can hang out with Marinette later." She said in her usual squeaky voice. "We don't want to here." Juleka added.

Damian was peacefully sleeping but it was interrupted by a knock on the door. Both Damian and Dick woke up immediately and assessed the surroundings for any threats. There was another knock on the door followed by a loud,"Damikins..." Both of them sighed.

It's 2 in the morning,

The rain is pouring,

Haven't we been here before?

Marinette woke up to many voices, likely arguing over something. She rubbed her eyes,"What's wrong." She sleepily said between a yawn. "It was Adrien." Alya said. Marinette's eyes shot open as she carefully listened to a light thud on the balcony. It was probably raining outside. She sighed as she went to the balcony, her friends following,"Chat Noir. Last. Warning." She deadpanned. "Ummm... purrincess. I wanted to ask if we could play UM-" He never finished the sentence. Marinette threw a pot on his head. He groaned as he stood up, only to see Marinette standing there, eyes closed WITH ANOTHER POT IN HAND. He ran with his tail between his legs. "Let's go back to sleep." She said yawning and they went back to bed.

Damian didn't open the door,"What do you want?" Chloe's shrill voice came from the other side,"I had a nightmare." "Do you think I care?" He replied, venom lacing his voice. "I am scared of the lightning." She was trying to be intimidating but she was failing. MISERABLY. "We both know that is not true." He deadpanned. "Open please." Damian ignored her and went to his bed. "I have important places to be tomorrow." He said as he pulled out his headphones and played soft music. Dick doing the same with an equally grumpy face. She left eventually and they both dumped the headphones to get some peaceful sleep.

Don't mess it up,

Talkin' that shit,

Only gonna push me away,

That's it!

Damian woke up at about 5 am. He then told Dick his plan and left for Eiffel tower at 5:30 am to set his date.

Marinette was sleeping peacefully. A package arrived her home. Sabine came upstairs and called her,"Marinette there's a package from your boyfriend." Tikki nuzzled her chosen's cheek. She then said in her ear,"Marinette you're late." She immediately shot up. She glared at Tikki but the voice of her mother came again,"Marinette, sweety. There's a package from Damian. Now, fully awake she went downstairs.

Have you got no shame?

You looking insane,

She was greeted by Adrian as she reached her mother. She groaned.

She cut whatever he was going to say,"Have you got no shame you lookin insane. Here we go again." She didn't even look up. Adrien closed his mouth and went back through the way he came from.

Here we go again.

She wrote a note for her friends about where she is going. She opened a package to see a beautiful dress with a note.

7 AM Angel ;)🗼

She hurried to try the dress. She came out,"You are looking beautiful my baby."

Her mother kissed her cheek,"Thank you Mamman."

Her mother did her hair. She was looking like some Chinese princess.

So don't go,

Look at me,

with that look in your eye....

She started her walk towards Eiffel tower. Adrien came just in time for all the girls to come down.

"Sabine, Where is Marinette?"Sabine smiled at them and she said,"She left a note for you."

They nodded and picked the note from the table.

It read:

I am going to the Eiffel Tower. Dami has planned something for me. I don't know what but don't follow me. I can tell he wants to do something special for our 3 year anniversary.

Rose said,"We should go to our home then. We shouldn't disturb them."

Alya nodded,"Let's get change."

Adrien heard everything (well, the fact that she was at the Eiffel Tower) and decided to go after his princess.

You really ain't going away

Without a fight......

You can't be reasoned with, I'm done being polite.....

I've told you, 1,2,3,4,5,6 thousand times!

In the way Adrien was met with Chloe. She was also looking for someone.

"Hey Chloe." Adrien greeted her.

"Hey Adrikins. Where are you going this early?" Chloe asked, eyebrow raised.

"I am going to find Marinette. To the Eiffel Tower." He grinned.

Chloe smiled,"Of course the Eiffel Tower. Let's go together. I am loong forn Damikins. He must have gone there."

They both started their walk to the Eiffel tower together.

Haven't I made it obvious?

Haven't I made it clear?

Want me to spell it out for you,

F-R-I-E-N-D-S

Marinette was about to reach Eiffel tower when someone covered her eyes. She giggled, "Dami."

And threw herself into his arms.

"You came here, for me?" She looked at him with stars in her eyes. "Of course Angel. Happy 3 year anniversary." He kissed her forehead.

"You are looking stunning, angel." He said and felt his cheeks burning hot. "Not so bad yourself handsome." She winked, cheeks dusted pink. She did a twirl."The dress is beautiful Demon."

He chuckled ,"I had to find something that could get approved by MDC. I am honoured that you like it.Bbbbbut you can't go further without this." He pulled out his handkerchief and tied it on her eyes. "No peeking, angel." He said making her giggle.

He led her to the elevator. They reached the top of the tower neither noticing that Chloe and Adrien had seen them. He led her to the special place. He untied the handkerchief. She gasped.

Haven't I made it obvious,

Haven't I made it clear

Adrien and Chloe followed them up,"Why is Maribug with Damikins?" Adrien tried to remember the note but couldn't for some reason. He only paid attention to the fact that she was at the Eiffel Tower. He frowned,"I just heard that she is going to Eiffel Tower and ran to catch up with her before she gets away." "She always denies the fact that you are dating and you are the opposite. What type of relationship do you have?" Chloe huffed at the antics of her two best friends.

They reached the top. Marinette and Damian were standing there. Marinette had covered her mouth with her hands. Damian was smirking. Their was a blanket set up with a pot with beautiful flowers in the middle and a picnic basket. The sun was rising giving a magical effect to such simple thing."It's beautiful dove. Thank you."

       They were very close for both of their tastes. Adrien shouted, "You are looking beautiful M'lady."

Chloe took this as an invitation to speak,"Damikins what are you doing with Mari? What are you doin' with Damikins Maribug?"

Both their expressions became dangerous. Damian started,"Haven't I made it obvious?"

Marinette said,"Haven't I made it clear?"

Then they started singing.

Damian, Want me to spell it out for you?

Marinette, (to spell it out for you?)

Damian, F-R-I-E-N-D-S

Marinette, F-R-I-E-N-D-S

Damian nd Marinette, F-R-I-E-N-D-S

Damian, That's how you fuc*ing spell friends,

Damian nd Marinette, F-R-I-E-N-D-S

Marinette, Get that shit inside your head.

Chloe, No.....

Adrien, no.....

Damian, Yeah...

Marinette, ah...

Damian nd Marinette, F-R-I-E-N-D-S

Damian nd Marinette, We're just friends.

Daminette, So don't go look at me with that look in your eye!

Daminette, You really ain't,

Daminette, going away,

Daminette,without a fight.....

Daminette, You can't be reasoned with,

Daminette, I'm done being polite.....

Daminette, I've told you,

Daminette, 1,2,3,4,5,6 thousand times!

Marinette, Haven't I made it obvious?

Damian, (hasn't she made it obvious?)

Marinette, Haven't I made it clear?

Damian, (She made it very clear?)

Marinette, Want me to spell out for you? Damian, (yeah)

Marinette, F-R-I-E-N-D-S

Damian, (I said F-R-I-E-N-D-S)

Damian, Haven't I made it obvious?

Marinette, (He made it obvious.)

Damian, Haven't I made it clear?

Marinette, (He made it very clear.)

Damian, Want me to spell it out for you?

Damian, F-R-I-E-N-D-S

Marinette, F-R-I-EN-D-S

Daminette, Ohhh oh ohhh oh ohhh oh oh ah

Ah ooh ah, ahhh oh ahh oh

"We are just friends." They finished. Realization came on their faces,"You are dating." They said at the same time. "Sorry Maribug. I didn't know that. A little someone told me that he was dating with you."Chloe said, glaring at Adrien. He coiled into himself. She grabbed his arm and went towards the elevator,"And Damian. I approve. I am going to give you a shovel talk when you come back, treat my BFF right." When they went away. Damian and Marinette burst into laughing."Shall we continue?"She said.

"Of course,"He replied. They leaned closer to kiss. They were kissing unaware of the rest of the world when they heard the click of a camera.

They turned towards the noise to see Red Robin taking photos along with Nightwing, Red Hood, Black Bat, Spoiler, Batman heck even Oracle was there. "I am not going to be surprised if Alfred is here too." Marinette said. They both glared at them. But they didn't even flinch. "No matter how much we try they are not going away." Damian said sighing."I bet they recorded everything. Plus point is we will get adequate photos because Drake is a good photographer."

Marinette also sighed,"Let's eat and hope they will not come nearer." They didn't. Marinette and Damian clinked their glasses together,"Happy anniversary malak." "Joyeux anniversaire mon démon"

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Joyeux anniversaire mon démon: Happy anniversary my demon Malak: angel Habibiti: beloved.

Phew! This is hella long. It's my first song-fic I hope you like it. I will make outtakes or AU versions of this if I get time which I don't have. I did my best, well the best I could make in 2 days. I am very exhausted. Love Maribat. Love, Jasmehraj.

#Daminette #Maridami #maribat #I love maribat #Jasmehraj #song fic #adrien #damian #marinette #We are just friends #Batman #Ladybug #chloe #angel x demon

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In their Place Ch. 3

Chapter 3: A Shattered Reflection

Summary: Illinois and Eric rejoin with the group as Damien’s condition persists.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

While the fight with Dark had been going on, Illinois was busy taking the hero’s bait and circling around Eric.

“Well, well, what’s a cute thing like you doing in a dangerous place like this?” Illinois smiled at Eric. “Ooohhh, dulcito,[1] this suit looks amazing on your calves. Tell me who made it, so I can commission them to make more.”

“Logic and Bing,” Eric was blushing under his mask.

“Well! I know where my next paycheck is disappearing off to,” Illinois decided, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a pair of Jims racing over with a camera. “Well let’s put on a little show for the cameras, hero.”

Eric startled and looked at the camera. Illinois didn’t even give him time to be embarrassed because he dove right for him and began a fight that was half wrestling, half throwing magic that if it hit Eric was mostly a light show; and all a show for the camera.

Both Illinois and Eric were having fun playing it up for the cameras when Illinois’s heat physically lifted off his head and Illinois caught the little bronze star inside it glowing a violent dark purple and kept trying to tug the hat in a direction. The direction that Dark had flown off to fight the heroes.

“Let’s lose the paparazzi, dulcito,” Illinois told Eric. “My old man needs some help.”

“Ills, wait,” Eric told him before Illinois produced a couple smoke bombs and dropped them around them. He scooped Eric up into his arms and ran off with him. Both of them disappeared into the smoke.

The heroes had finally relocated outside the ruined building, taking Damien and the chair with them.

Marvin was pacing and trying to come up with a new idea. Silver was floating nearby with a new mask, courtesy of Marvin. Jackie standing to him, talking. Patton was sitting on the ground next to Damien. And the mayor had an ice pack to his chest and a cigarette in his mouth.

Damien had a lot to think through, he was apparently in the future, he’d been running around with a demon. His father would have killed him if he was still alive.

He needed to finish his cigarette, go home and take a nap.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out,” Patton tried to reassure Damien helpfully. The mayor rolled his eyes. He’d been told the hero next to him was named “Captain Morality” and along with not being an absolute asshole had given him the ice pack. So Damien was pretty sure that out of the three he was currently Damien’s favorite.

Then Marvin stopped and looked at two people running over. “Shite! Illinois’s comin’ in hot.”[2]

“Where is he? What did you fuckers do?”

“Ills.”

The arguing was giving Damien a migraine, he couldn’t deal with more new people. He was still sore from the apparently failed exorcism. Or maybe it was successful, he’d never even been allowed to see one to tell.

“Slow yer[3] roll casanova,” Marvin ordered.

Rolling his eyes, curiosity got the better of him, and he looked back to see someone standing next to Marc. He was the only one not masked and he looked younger than Marc. Damien looked at the dark hair, the light tan complexion, the way his eyes narrowed and brows furrowed when he was clearly angry and thought: “Is he Celine’s?”

With that one thought Damien decided he was done with this charade and wanted to go home. He wanted to go home and lock himself in his basement, and get so completely lost in whiskey He couldn’t remember who he was anymore.

Damien could still feel the phantom hand of his father on his shoulder. The man had only been dead a couple of years — at least to Damien, now it was a couple decades at least — but his threats and orders still weighed on his soul.

It seems he’d been mentally gone so long that he’d missed another of Celine’s children, and probably countless more.

Damien shakily got up from his chair and started to turn away, clutching his cigarette like a lifeline. The ice pack left on the chair.

I don’t want you to even look at that child, his father had ordered. It’s bad enough you’ll be related, but I can’t have another null in the family. You—

“아빠”[4] The young man was coming to stand in front of Damien.

The mayor instinctively flinched away, looking back and expecting Marc to come over and pull his son away.

“I’m not,” Damien started, more confused. “I can’t—”

“아빠[4] are you okay?” The young man asked, clearly worried.

“I,” Damien faltered, his mind trying to push down the hope. “Marc!”

Illinois startled and tracked Dark’s eyes to Silver, glaring at him in absolute rage, “Ex-fucking-cuse you?”

Mark held up his hands, “I’ve told him ten times now, I’m not whichever Mark he’s thinking of.”

“We’ll deal with this later,” Illinois decided, then turned to Dark. “Alright, what happened?”

As Illinois had been talking, Damien was having a minor meltdown. Illinois saw the look on his face and his expression and tone softened considerably.

“It’s me,” the young man tried to urge. “Illinois?”

When he saw a continued look of confusion, Illinois realized that Dark wasn’t hurt, he was having an episode. “Oh no, we need to get you home.”

“Yer not goin’ anywhere,”[5] Marvin ordered.

“Fuck off, Copperfield,” Illinois pulled out a piece of chalk and drew open a portal. Dark flinched away from it.

“Come on, dad,” Illinois held out his hand, halfway through the portal.

Almost as if the Manor was sensing a problem it extended out and pulled Illinois, Damien, and the heroes into the Manor and the portal winked closed.

“Ughhh, you’re gonna be pissed when you come to again,” Illinois realized as he saw the other heroes, pulling Eric closer to him.

“Great,” Damien looked around, recognizing the Barnum estate. “You should have just left me there, it was closer to my place than here.”

“No, we live here,” Illinois clarified.

“Yes you live here but I don’t,” Damien snapped back up as he started for the door.

Just as he hit the foyer, Damien stopped at the large portrait hanging on the wall. It had previously sat in the Manor’s living room office, hidden and tucked away in the most private corner for Dark to look at. Since the portrait had been updated the demon had been convinced to bring it out into the main entrance hall.

The sight of it froze Damien dead in his tracks because neither Marc nor Celine were in the picture. Illinois was there but so were four other young men, one young lady, and two individuals that Damien thought looked familiar but couldn’t recognize.

Along the black frame frame in golden colored letters read the name: “BARNUM-DOOM” which completely halted Damien enough for Illinois to catch up.

“I think you need to lie down for a bit,” Illinois tried to offer.

“Where— Who—” Damien tried to place why the one with the curly mustache looked so familiar. Then Damien really looked at the man’s wide toothy smile and everything clicked.

It was Wil’s smile.

Damien’s hands trembled as he reached out to touch the picture, treating it so delicately as if the image would change to a different man.

“아빠?”[4] Illinois walked over, seeing the tears starting to fall from Damien’s face.

“Is,” Damien’s throat felt like it was clogged. “Is this your father?”

“You’re our father too,” Illinois reminded him.

There was a sharp intake of breath from Damien, he looked like he’d been completely frozen in place.

“We’re adopted,” Illinois told him, then corrected, “well most of us, Bim is yours by blood.”

“I can’t have children,” Damien’s response was quiet, almost a whisper.

“You guys did it with magic,” Illinois lied, mostly because explaining to Damien how cloning worked when Illinois barely understood it himself and the mayor would just be here for an hour at most seemed like a bad idea.

“Oh,” Damien replied, looking back at the picture. “That’s me with him?”

“Yes,” Illinois answered.

Damien fought the feeling that his throat was unbearably tight and he gave the only response he could: taking a step towards Illinois and wrapping his arms around him.

Illinois flinched a bit in surprise because normally Dark was not a hug-person, he avoided touch. The young man’s only thought was that Damien felt ice cold. But he ignored that thought, his father needed him.

“He did come back.” Damien was shaking as he held onto Illinois. “He came back and gave you to me.”

Illinois gave a sad smile as he hugged him back. “I’m here.”

Eventually, Damien pulled away, looking back at the portrait with a huge, excited smile, “Six? That’s amazing.”

Illinois looked back at the family portrait, and smiled. They’d had to force King and Yancy back into suits to take it. Illinois pointed to each of them. “That’s Host, there’s me, Kaylor or “Kay” for short, Yancy, Yan, and Bim.”

Damien’s hands traced over the bandages on Host’s face. “What happened?”

“He had a bit of an accident,” Illinois explained carefully. “He’s blind but his magic helps him navigate around.”

“The poor thing,” Damien looked around, “is he here?”

“No, he lives with his boyfriend but he’ll probably turn up,” Illinois told him. “He has a way of doing that.”

“Bim, Yan, and I are the only ones who still live here,” Illinois explained. “The others have moved out.”

At that Damien looked emotionally crushed, “Oh, I guess you are adults.”

Illinois looked back into the other room where the heroes were all awkwardly watching, Illinois and Damien blocking them from leaving through the front door. The young man needed to completely defuse the situation. “Damien” needed to go to bed and he needed to kick everyone but Eric out.

So Illinois took a deep, quiet breath and decided to tackle it one problem at a time. Step one: isolate Eric from the other heroes.

“Before we lose the plot,” Illinois began to gently steer Damien towards Eric who looked nervous. “Sweetheart, he already knows your face, you can lose the mask.”

“Oh,” Eric realized and quickly pulled it off and put his glasses back on. “Hi, Mr. Dark.”

“Uhhh,” Damien looked a bit uncomfortable.

“아빠[4] this is Eric, he’s my fiancé,” Illinois reintroduced. “We’re getting married in September.”

“Aren’t you a little sweetheart,” Damien smiled at Eric.

Eric smiled back nervously, his smile getting bigger as Illinois came over to wrap his arm around him.

“He’s amazing,” Illinois smiled lovingly at Eric who blushed and ducked his head at the compliment.

Illinois began herding Eric and Dark to the nearest couch, talking about wedding plans and Damien seemed to get more excited.

He turned to the four heroes, and opened his mouth to start the process of ushering the unwanted intruders out of his home.

But another voice cut through the air.

“Are we having a party?” Wilford’s slurred drawl cut through the air like a bullet. “Been ages since we’ve had company.”

The adventurer looked to see his other father walking in from the kitchen and Illinois only had one thought in his mind: “Fuck!”

Wil chuckled as he walked over to throw his arm around Illinois, “Sorry my boy, did I interrupt a good ol’ fashioned joke?”

Illinois heard his phone go off and looked to see that almost all of his siblings had tried to contact him. “Dammit!”

Damien stared up at Wil from his seat on the couch and unseen a metaphorical fuse was lit. But for now Damien was so happy. “Wil?”

“Mhmm?” Wil looked over at Damien. “Yes my sweet licorice?”

Illinois answered his phone, it was too late to quietly whisk Damien safely away so he had to run damage control, “Yeah, King, just saw your texts.”

Damien let out a choked sound and came from around the couch to run at Wil and wrap his arms around him.

Wil returned the hug and chuckled, “My, someone’s cuddly today.”

“I thought you’d forgotten about me,” Damien clung onto his partner.

“Never for long,” Wilford chuckled as he picked Damien up, his arms bracing the other man like a seat. “I am here now my Darkling, don’t you worry about a thing.”

Mark was a bit surprised by the look of complete adoration on Damien’s face.

“Yeah, you are, aren’t you?” Damien smiled, resting his forehead against Wil’s. “You are.”

“Is anyone dead?” Bim walked out of the kitchen. Then he froze at the three heroes, “The flying fuck are you doing in my house.”

“We’re having a party,” Wil announced.

“The fuck we are,” Bim spat and looked at Damien, who was still in Wil’s arms, “are you serious?”

“I—” Damien started.

“You know what, have fun, I’m heading somewhere else,” Bim decided, not even letting Damien finish. He used his hand to cut through the air with his aura and made a portal large enough for him to walk through. It snapped closed after him.

Damien looked like he’d been stabbed as he glanced at the spot Bim had just been in. He glanced at Wil, “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, no,” Wil was very quick to reassure. “He’s just in a mood is all.”

“Bim’s a brat,” Illinois announced loudly, briefly pulled away from his conversation with King

“Fuck you Ills!” Bim’s voice came from upstairs.

Illinois laughed, “Talk to you later Kay.” Then he hung up and pocketed his phone.

“Dad, why don’t you go get some drinks?” Illinois offered to Wil.

“Oh, of course, how rude of me,” Wil chuckled, setting Damien down who tried to follow Wil.

“Do you need any help?” Damien asked.

Wil gave Damien a quick peck on the cheek, “I know my way around a liquor cabinet, just go enjoy yourself, my dear.”

“If you insist,” Damien smiled and went back to the couch.

He looked back at the living room and had an odd flash of recognition, the faces of the people in the room briefly flashing to different guests he couldn’t quite remember.

As if something was dreadfully familiar.

“You okay?” Patton asked, immediately picking up on the tense air around Damien.

“I just,” Damien began but was distracted by some pictures on the mantle. Pictures of what looked like a happy and lovely family. One he couldn’t remember because a demon had been walking around in his body.

Giving him everything he had ever wanted and more.

“A demon is supposed to ruin your life, not make it infinitely better,” Damien said.

“Well that’s great fer yah,”[6] Jackie chimed in. “But he’s made our lives a livin’ hell.”[7]

“Don’t,” Illinois placed himself protectively in front of Damien.

“Don’t what?” Mark felt indignant fury come over him. “Don’t tell him that he let a demon crawl around in his skin and strangle the life out of my town.”

“Now I—” Damien tried to defend himself as Mark lightly pushed Marvin out of the way.

“Or how about the fact that Dark let Logic almost get tortured and killed by the guy who just walked through here,” Mark argued, turning to Patton. “Or did you forget.”

“I didn’t forget, I just—” Patton spoke up but Silver was so angry.

“Wil’s a mass murdering nut job,” Mark reminded.

“Wil is many things,” Damien argued back, “he might be an eccentric but he’s not a murdered.”

“He is and Dark has been letting him fly off the handle and kill people whenever he wants!” Silver shouted. He pointed to Illinois, “You’re a thief. Bim’s a cannibalistic psychopath.”

“You’re lying!” Damien tried to push around Illinois to punch Mark in the face, but Illinois held him back. Rage and anger boiling from a part of Damien’s soul he couldn’t control.  “Wil would never! You should know better, he’s your own brother! You’re just jealous that Celine left you for him!”

The instant those words left Damien’s mouth the fuse hit the end of its line and the memories came flooding back. The awful memories that left Damien dead and hollow.

In the wake of the mayor’s words the room went deadly silent. As if a bomb had gone off in the room.

“You,” Damien choked out as a dull ringing echo slowly seeped back into the room and the colors slowly started to fade. Recognition flared in his eyes, and slowly the black bruises on his neck came back and were getting darker and more necrotic-looking. “You stole everything from me.”

The look in Damien’s eyes was one of such hatred that Mark could physically feel it.

Illinois felt an aura push him out of the way. Damien let out an enraged scream and lunged at Mark.

Mark threw his hands up to protect his face, and began floating so he could get away but the hit never came. When he looked back Damien seemed trapped by some force as he screamed and tried to struggle. All too soon his screams began to get weaker and his skin began to turn grey.

Damien stiffened and Dark looked up.

“Get out of my house,” Dark growled and four was a gust of wind before Patton, Mark, Jackie, and Marvin were all tossed outside the front door.

Illinois and Eric were left in the living room as the house went back to normal.

“You can stay,” Dark told Eric who looked nervous. “You have a new suit I see, it certainly seems better than the old cloth one you had.”

“Uh, thanks,” Eric stammered nervously.

Wilford walked out with a tray of drinks, all of them swirling with his aura. The Host quietly, as his narrations would allow, followed behind him. He looked around the room. “Huh, didn’t we have company?”

Dark walked over and kissed him on the cheek, “That was last week, Wil.”

“Oh, silly me,” Wil chuckled and a portal opened for him to practically throw the tray into and dusted off his hands. “You know time, she plays hard to get.”

Illinois stomped over to stand next to the Host, glaring at his older brother, “Why didn’t you help?”

“Illinois will see that events are better this way,” the Host explained. “Besides, the Host helped stall Warfstache in the kitchen while Dark’s blue soul was losing himself.”

“You’re a real asshole sometimes, you know that right?” Illinois glared at him.

“The Host has been told,” the Host smiled and took a seat on the couch.

As the two young men spoke, Dark took the opportunity to portal to the front steps of the Manor and saw the four heroes still there.

“I thought I told the three of you to leave?” Dark reminded.

“I was so close!” Marvin shouted.

“How’s Damien?” Patton asked, everyone just letting Marvin rant off to the side.

“Screaming in eternal torment, as he usually does,” Dark told him, watching Patton flinch in sympathetic pain.

Dark’s expression softened, “As I hate being on anyone’s debt, expect me to pay back the favor shortly.”

“But I didn’t really do anything,” Patton reminded.

“Damien’s dead isn’t he?” Silver asked, that got Marvin’s attention immediately.

“Ahh, the matter of you,” Dark smiled. “By the reaction you had to Damien calling you “Mark” I can conclude that is also your name? You’re lucky that I’m not as blinded by rage that I can’t tell that you have a different face.”

“You saw that?” Silver asked.

“Of course I was watching, I was trying to get Damien back on his leash,” Dark snapped. “Do you know how long it takes to get him to do anything? He’ll be throwing one of his fits for the next month!”

Dark groaned and after cracking his neck twice, her form changed to look like her red soul. Marvin stared at her in realization. “There, at least he fell back asleep. He was resting peacefully before you four showed up.”

“They’re both dead, aren’t they?” Marvin thought out loud. “That’s why the spells never worked.”

Dark looked at Marvin. “Damien as a person is dead and shattered into pieces. He’s more like a wild animal than a person. He feels things, and occasionally can string errant thoughts, but the nice docile mayor you all desperately have been trying to reach is gone.”

“Is there—” Patton began, still trying to be helpful, and reminding Dark a bit of Damien’s old naivety in the process.

“No,” Dark began massaging her temples. “No, you’re all decades too late to help. Just let him rest. In about a week he would have been fine, but now that you’ve woken him up early that might not be the case. Just go and never bother me about this again.”

With that Dark turned to walk into a portal, the huge gate doors to the property opened. It took a while for the heroes to finally leave. Marvin heading off first and Patton lingering behind, as if he wanted to knock on the door and try to offer to help again.

Eventually the fronts were left cold and vacant, the gate doors swinging back closed and locking behind the heroes.

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Accessibility Translations

1. “sweetie” in Spanish

2. Shit! Illinois’s coming in hot.

3. your

4. “Dad” in Korean, under informally. Phonetically read as: “appa”

5. You’re not going anywhere

6. Well that’s great for you

7. But he’s made our lives a living hell.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Markiplier Who Killed Markiplier? #Markiplier #Jacksepticeye #Thomas Sanders #Silver Shepherd #Jackieboy Man #Marvin the Magnificient #Darkiplier #wkm Damien #Illinois the Adventurer #ahwm Illinois #Eric Derekson #Wilford Warfstache #fem!Dark #Darkstache #Ericilly #magic #memory problems #angst #some fluff #but mostly angst #Patton trying to be helpful

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VII

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"If there are any spirits here, say HHHOOOEEE!" Nico wailed as she tried once more to communicate with the Lancaster mansion ghost. She was holding up the voice recorder she invented just for V's paranormal mission in great hopes of picking up any sounds from beyond the grave.

"As if they will answer to that!" Griffon, who was perched on top of one of the Grecian statues, mocked. "Are ya even sure that will work?"

"Yes, I' am!" Nico shrieked at the Demonic bird, almost making him fall off the statue in surprise. "Any questions, little chicken?"

"SQUAWK!"

"If you are to do that, then you might as well do it on the second floor." V suggested as he leaned on his cane, observing her actions from a safe distance. "Maybe you'll be able to,... record something."

Just a few moments ago, his familiars showed him a single photograph they found stuck in the stool facing the grand piano. It looked like a stolen photograph of (Y/N) concealing her smile behind her fan as she offered her hand to a dark - haired gentleman whose face V could not see. And when he flipped it,...

"Do you think I should go up there, though?" Nico asked V, rubbing her arms up and down as she suddenly felt goosebumps on her skin. "The ghost might kill me up there!"

"Well, ye wanna hear ghosts on that thing, yeah? Then, go to the source and get yerself killed!" And Griffon was right.

"Say that again and I'LL COOK YOU IN A STEEL POT!"

"SQUAWK!"

V made his way through all the wires cluttered on the floor and handed Nico the photograph the familiars found. Nico stopped plucking Griffon's feathers, let him go, and pushed the rim of her glasses up her nose bridge. She, then, took the photograph and studied it, herself.

"This looked, like, super old." The tattooed woman muttered as she took a good long look at the photograph.

"Turn it." The poet told her. And as she did so, she finally saw the messages written at the back of it.

May 11, 1898

The Angels bow down to your grace and beauty, my Evening Star.

And I will forever be your humble servant.

~ V ~

"V?!" Nico practically shrieked in shock. "Is that - " she flipped the photograph once more and pointed at the man bowing down to the lady. "Is V that man or - ?"

To this question, the poet only gave her the journal. She took this and opened it. "But, there's nothing written in it, is there - ?"

The woman's eyes widened. For she could clearly see, as bright as daylight, the words that just manifested on the first page of the journal as soon as V received the old photograph from Shadow and Griffon.

At first, there was only her name and the date she wrote it. But, now,...

May 1, 1898

I could not believe what father said earlier this day:

He invited Victor Blake to our annual summer gathering! THE VICTOR BLAKE! My favorite writer, and also the best poet who ever existed in this world!

My heart...

I just could not stop the rapid beating of my own heart! I feel so excited! I wanted so much to meet him in person! For I thought for such a long time that I could only see him in my dreams, and hear his voice in my head. Now, I finally have the chance to actually talk to him!

My chest feels so painful right now, but with a happy kind of pain! ( Is there even a kind of happy pain? ) What should I wear for the month - long gathering? Would pastel suit me more, or dark palettes? What would I tell him when I finally get the chance to talk with him? I cannot just stutter in front of him! ( Which I do a lot when I'm nervous. ) What would he tell me? Would he quote some poetry for me?

I'm over thinking, I know! But, I'm just so, so excited! I could not contain it! I wanted to scream my excitement at the top of my lungs!

This is the happiest day of my life!

P.S.

I hope Victor Blake turn out to be the same man in my dreams. For if he does, then I could finally die with a large and silly smile on my face

Someone's coming!

"Victor Blake?! So that's the V who wrote on that photograph, I assume?" Nico mused out loud as she closed the journal and gave it back to V.

"Must be."

"Wait, wait, wait a second here!" The woman grabbed fistfuls of her hair as realization came down on her. And some more questions. "Did those words just pop out on that journal like a pimple or somethin'?! Because if it did, that's totally crazy!"

V didn't answer her question. Instead, he related to her every single thing that happened to him on the second floor last night, of the locked rooms on the right, of that ghost bride, of being locked in (Y/N)'s room, and of him actually seeing her in person.

"... and it only led me to believe that this lady," V pointed at the photograph on Nico's hands."... and (Y/N) are the same person. And that she, indeed, was able to meet Victor Blake that 11th of May."

"So, if this is (Y/N), then who is that woman in the portrait that Avery showed us?"

"They're the same person." V admitted with much bitterness in his voice. He just couldn't accept the fact that she changed drastically for an unknown reason.

"Damn!" Nico swore as she collapsed on a chair facing the monitor she set up earlier during the day. "Avery said (Y/N) died in 1899, right?"

"She did. Yes."

"Then," Nico went silent for a while, and when she finally gained the courage to speak out her mind, V could not help but agree to what theory she came up with. "... that tragic thing, whatever version that was, that led to her death happened a year later! The journal and that picture said 1898! And whatever tragic reason that was, it also led to that clear change she went through as a young adult! Either that, or the artist they commissioned just did a really bad painting of her."

"Seems like the former, as much as I want to deny that fact." V replied distastefully.

Nico's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the poet's clear discomfort with the topic. "Hey, ya looked bothered. Wanna spill the beans fer real? Ye looked like ye're hiding somethin' other than (Y/N)'s journal."

V chuckled as he sat on the chair next to her. "There are no beans to spill and no other secret to reveal, I assure you."

"And I assure ya that I can tell ye're lyin'!" Nico answered as she booted up the PC.

"I'm not. Well,..."

"Well?"

"The first time I met her, she looked radiant, and happy. She was clearly in love." V confessed, feeling a strange lump growing in his already dry throat. "And she was,... the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire existence. To see her like that - depressed, and sick,... and hopeless, it just," The poet paused as he let out a deep sigh that seemed to rattle his very core. "... it felt wrong. It felt sad. Whatever happened to her, she doesn't deserve it. That death of hers, I must know about it."

Nico hummed as V finished talking. "The most beautiful girl, eh?"

"Yes."

"Then!" Nico slammed her palms against the table and turned towards V, her face leaning uncomfortably close to his. "The reason you stayed up so late!"

"What?" V simply asked, getting more and more confused with the woman's odd behavior.

Nico smiled mischievously as she pointed a single, perfectly - polished nail at him. "Ya fantasized 'bout her!"

"I,... come again?"

"Admit it! Ya did the thing while thinkin' of her!" Nico teased even more.

"What thing?"

"Oh, come on, man! No need to be shy 'bout bein' horny for a young and beautiful gal! Just admit it!"

"Admit what?"

V truly has no idea what Nico was talking about, so Griffon flew down next to her and joined in the teasing. "My, my, V! Don't tell us ya don't know what jackin' off means!"

"Jacking,... off,..."

"Yeah, ya know!" Griffon teased even further as he cleared his throat. Making his voice sound small and ridiculous, he recited, "Ya look so good, (Y/N)! So beautiful! Hmm, hmm, hmm!"

"Such beautiful face! Such curvaceous body! I want you,... AH,... so much!" Nico joined in as she made lewd sounds and inappropriate gestures with her arms.

"Oh, my beautiful, sexy (Y/N)!" Griffon imitated Nico's moves and started caressing his own feathery body with his wings. "YE'RE M - M - MI - AAAHHH - NNNEEE!"

"AAAHHH! OOOHHH!"

"HHHRRRMMMHHH! OOOHHH, YYYEEESSS!"

All of a sudden, they heard a really huge explosion outside the house, and a few seconds later, Roman came crashing in the house.

"¡DIOS MIO!" Roman howled.

"Roman, sweetheart, what is it?! What happened?!" Avery called as she came running immediately from another room.

"THERE'S A HHHUUUGGGEEE ONE - EYED GOLEM IN THE GARDEN!" Roman screamed as he pointed at the said thing outside. "RUN! ESCAPE! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!"

"One - eyed,..." Nico muttered.

"... golem?" Griffon stuttered.

And to their complete and utter horror, they realized V's hair has turned white and his left hand was raised up, his fingers in a snapping gesture.

But, the most dangerous of all was the poet's eyes that changed from soft, emerald green to bloody, murderous red. And he was staring emotionlessly down at them,...

"Hehe, s - sorry here, Shakespeare. I mean, M - m - m - master!" Griffon cowardly apologized thirty minutes later when V's rage diminished and when Nightmare finally went back to where he came from.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You're not in love with (Y/N)." Nico cautiously said as she opened some programs on her PC.

"I' am not." The poet answered, stressing out each word.

"But, surely ya must be at least smitten by her! I mean, to think of a girl you haven't actually talked to or met like that?" The woman was right. Maybe he was infatuated with her, after all? But, then again, how could he not? How could anyone not? "Lucky for ya, though. Ye won't have to deal with her super creepy husband."

"Husband?" Griffon asked as he landed back at the Grecian statue.

"Yeah. Mr. Christopher Lancaster? Duh."

That Doctor. I almost forgot about him. V thought as he slightly glanced at the hallway where the intimidating Doctor's life - size portrait was located.

"There we go!" Nico happily announced as she finally gained access to the videos of the security cameras she set up on all corners of the entrance hallway. And as V and Griffon came closer to her to have a look, they saw themselves at that exact moment.

"Hey, that's us!" Griffon exclaimed, astounded upon seeing a live feed of himself. "Wait, why are there no sounds?"

"Duh. That's just a security cam. Call it a spy cam, if ya like." Nico answered. "Now, setting the date to yesterday!"

The woman typed some words and numbers on her keyboard, and a few seconds later, they saw V on the monitor as he was about to go up the stairs.

"That was last night." V confirmed as he saw himself call back the frightened Shadow.

"Now, let's see what else happened." Nico spoke as they all watched V ascend to the second floor.

And after staring at the screen for more than fifteen or so minutes, they realized that nothing was, indeed, happening.

"I should be back around ten or a few more minutes." V said, his confusion growing ever so strongly.

"And you came back down in the morning." Nico answered. "Let's set the time to about, hmm, seven - thirty, then." The woman did the same process, and when the video fast - forwarded to the time she set, they saw V finally going back down to the first floor and met with the frizzy - haired Nico. "See? Told ya ye're gone for a long time."

"But, that's impossible!" Griffon yelled, turning back to V. "Didn't ya say ye're only gone for a few minutes?”

"And now you believe me." The poet simply answered.

"Alright! Alright! So, the ghost could not only manipulate things, it could also stop or control time, or something like that." The tattooed woman happily declared. "How very fascinating that is!" And she was, once again, getting more and more excited.

"I need to go back up there." V told her. "But, I'm not sure how long I'll be gone. A few minutes may mean a few hours up there."

"Ye're right. Hmm,..." Nico mused as she tapped on her lips. After a few seconds, she stood up, went over to one of the speakers she set up yesterday, and opened it, letting Mister Sandman on again. "How 'bout this: V, you do yer thing and investigate the second floor, and I'll be pulling an all - nighter for ya down here to monitor yer movements. I'll even make sure ya don't get lost for too long."

"How do we do that?" The poet asked.

"Simple!" Nico answered as she gave V the radio she was holding on to yesterday. She, then, pressed something on the speaker, and when it finally went quiet, she pointed at the radio on his hand. "Can ya turn it on?"

V complied by turning the dial on the radio clockwise, and a few seconds later,...

"...then tell me that my lonesome nights are over! Sandman, I'm so alone. Don't have nobody to call my own - "

"That song runs for two minutes and thirty - six seconds." Nico said as V and Griffon listened to the music on her radio. "I'll sync that song there and play it for ya for every hour ye're up there. Kinda like an alarm clock. Ya can also turn the voice recorder on to record any sound. And lastly, if anything goes wrong, like anything at all, and ya can't call yer familiars," the woman came closer to V and pointed at the red button at the lower right corner of the radio. "... think of nothin' else and press that button. Do ya understand?"

"I do. Yes. Thank you." V answered as he nodded several times, actually grateful for his decision to let Nico tag along with him.

And when the woman was finally satisfied with his answer, she cracked a toothy smile and suddenly took Griffon off V's shoulders, hugging him and twirling him around like a stuffed animal.

"PUT ME DOWN, WOMAN!"

"Aren't we the best paranormal team around?" Nico happily asked. "Like, Red Grave's Finest Paranormal Team ever?"

"WHATEVER YA SAY! JUST PUT ME DOWN! I CAN'T BREATHE!"

"Sorry." Nico apologized as she let the bird go. "So, ready for another night?"

"Ready - " V was about to stand when he collapsed all of a sudden.

"Hey, V! You okay?" Griffon flew down and helped him to his feet by clutching onto his arm with his talons.

"Ya look like ye need some rest. Ya haven't actually slept!" Nico suggested as she came and helped him as well by grabbing his other arm.

V could not agree more. "A nap will do. Thanks."

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #p.s. i love you #v x reader #v x you #chapter 7 #red grave's finest paranormal team

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writing commission from @poetbfs and clearly i’m undeserving because this is so self indulgent

“have your four course meal of playdoh you dorks” - 657 words

“immmmmm BORED!” Jamie heard shout through the apartment. He looked up from his video to see his girlfriend rushing over. With a moment of bracing himself, he watched as Bee draped herself over the coucharm. Her little ‘oof’ matched her annoyed face, an exhale of the remaining energy not spent by her scream.

“yea? i can tell,” He muses. Watching as Bee starts to untie his shoes, he thinks. The idea hits him and he nudges Bee off.

“let’s make oobleck.”

“oobleck?” Bee snorts. “that sounds like some fancy forang- foreign food!”

Jamie wakes up his phone to hand it over to Bee. The video he was watching was what gave him the idea, paused on the part where the viewer gets to see the reaction.

“it’s not, though. not unless you wanna eat food color, cornstarch and water,” He reaches out to fluff-up Bee’s hair.

Bee makes a soft, tight face thinking about it, as if squinting at a speck of dust. “pretty sure all those things can be eaten though,” She mutters.

“I GOTTTTT THE STUFFFFFFF!” Another loud Bee announcement fills the house as she charges in. She’s holding up the bag of cornstarch as a victory, cheeks puffed out, face red from running.

Jamie is examining his gathering of water, a bowl, and a measuring cup, his tools for witchcraft. That really was what they were doing, considering the end result. He’s a slight bit disappointed that they couldn’t dig up food coloring. Nothing that can’t be fixed at a later date.

He looks up and gives a thumbs up along with “great job!” before watching as Bee rushes over to the table.

She slams it down,

And cornstarch goes everywhere. It’s snow as it lands on the two of them, the table, some in the water, nothing left untouched. Bee whispers a “noooo,” in disappointment with herself.

Jame starts laughing. He sneezes once or twice, but he has a dumb grin on his face. Reaching out, he examines the cause of the problem; the bag had been open, and open wide.

“ooohhh nooo jamie im sorry…”

“nono, don’t apologise hon, it’s fine. you know who’s really at fault here?” He pitches his voice to cause curiosity and Bee raises her eyebrows.

“DECKARD! i mean, really, who in their sane mind does so much cooking with cornstarch that the hole needs to be this open? i don’t think cornstarch even tastes good!”

With that, Bee starts from a soft giggle to a full-out laugh like Jamie just did. Her smile radiates. He reaches out and ruffles the powder out of her hair, grinning the same.

“wwwwwoooaaaaah,” Bee narrates as she pulls her hand out of the mixture. She feels it for a second, crunches it up, and watches as it melts away again. “it’s like… spit…”

Jamie hasn’t put his hand in the mixture yet, uncomfortable with the perceived texture. But when Bee gets his attention by showing him her hand, it dripping with oobleck, he doesn’t feel even more disgusted.

Instead, he feels a rush of excitement. Not even thinking about it, he delves both hands into the plastic bowl and feels around.

At that moment a familiar bell jingles. Bee shoots up while Jamie merely looks. In tottles Puppycat from wherever he had went. His little Vocaloid-like voice jingles like his bell.

“were making oobleck,” She goes from showing her hand to Jamie to Puppycat. “its super cool dude you should come over and try it!”

Another jingle, this time distressed or disgusted. Puppycat gets ready to run and Bee has an obvious face of determination Jamie pulls out his hands as Bee lift-offs from the table.

The chase begins, and Jamie watches. His grin on his face hurts his cheeks, he’s been laughing for hours now and this is only the icing on the cake.

“come back here puppycat! you gotta do something with jamie one day! hes your roommate too!”

#self insert #self ship #bee and puppycat #bumblecat #drabbles #this is SO FUN i got to rewatch an episode for it #commission

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Rhetorical Ink: “Star Wars - The Last Jedi” Review!

** BALANCED SPOILERS BELOW **

My father, brother, and I finally were able to see Star Wars: The Last Jedi in theaters today -- how did it measure up? Let’s say my views of the Light Side and Dark Side of this movie are pretty balanced -- so, in a “special” --

My Top Ten Thoughts on Star Wars, Episode VIII: The Last Jedi:

This review is going to focus on ten aspects of the film and what worked and didn’t work in my opinion, so bear with me:

10. The Effects:

Let’s get this out of the way -- the movie is GORGEOUS to watch on the big screen. I review enough films and critique enough to where that’s constantly what I’m looking for, especially in CGI-heavy films. I will say that the good news is that this has far better CGI than Thor: Ragnarok and DEFINITELY Justice League in terms of creating a seamless environment; plus, there are a lot of practical effects, locations, and set pieces that work well.

This will sort of go along with my #9, but at times, the effects do have a sort of Guardians of the Galaxy feel (see my #4), and that distracts me from the “realness” of the actual effects and some of the creature designs (looking RIGHT at you Porgs, again, #9), are fully CGI in many places and if you’re distracted by that sort of thing, yes, you’ll notice. Otherwise, though, the movie is SO stunning visually, I could do a Top Ten list alone of the visuals and world-building taking place in this movie. So that’s a win for me!

9. There ARE a lot of practical effect creatures blended with CGI in this film -- a lot of them I think help the worlds feel more “full” with life and have a galaxy-other-worldly quality to them. The “Caretakers” on the planet Luke is at, for example, work well alongside the Horse-like creatures that Rose and Finn discover on the “Casino planet,” essentially.

While the Porgs didn’t annoy me as I thought they would, and actually have a hilarious scene involving Chewie (not just the one above), they are clearly a marketing ploy and I’m not quite on board with their shameless-plug-nature. Nonetheless, they are okay and nothing as grating as the added CGI “cute monsters” Lucas added into the Prequels and “Special Editions” for no logical reason.

8. As far as the side characters go, we see a lot of the “every man” put into much of the movie -- and the whole notion of “nobody” plays a HUGE role in this movie (see far, far down below) -- but there were two main “side characters;” one I thought was well-used and the other two I was very, very unsure or displeased with their use: 

Laura Dern’s Captain character, luckily, was the well-used one -- she  not only had personality and a presence, but her character had a point. While it wasn’t really spelled out until her final moments in saving the Rebels, it was SO effective.

You could honestly hear a pin drop the moment she went light speed into the First Order fleet -- it was one of my favorite moments and a breath-holder for me. RIP Laura Dern’s lavender-haired character!

Benetio Del Toro’s “code cracker” and Captain Phasma, though? I feel Phasma is so wasted altogether -- you have such a cool character design, and they really don’t have much to do with her, and Del Toro, while charming though he’s no Han Solo in some moments, has an odd stutter of a character choice and doesn’t do much in terms of the overall plot, though my brother swears he’ll be back in a future movie. Maybe. Not sure I’ll welcome him, though.

7. There were three of our main characters that I felt either became developed in good ways or bad ways: First. let’s get the lesser developed out of the way.

Rose and Finn:

6. Don’t get me wrong, I really like Boyega and the new actress playing Rose and I liked their characters overall -- their plot in the film, though, did grind the film to a standstill at several points, and I honestly think it could have been shortened to help move the story along. That, and of all the lines in the film, they had some of the cheesier lines, like “Rebel Scum,” and Rose’s whole line about protecting what you love -- the lines aren’t necessarily cringe-worthy, but in the context they were said, I just didn’t feel them or like them. Hopefully, they’ll get more to do in the next film that is relevant with Rey, etc.

5. On the other hand, Poe Dameron, played by Oscar Isaacs jumped up a notch in terms of his role in the film. He clearly has that “Solo” attitude of jumping into action and being the no-worries “flyboy” throughout much of the film, but what I like that they did with him is that he GROWS as the movie goes on, to the point where by the end, he realizes the difference between being the “hero” and being the “leader.” It’s a type of growth that gives his character a much more relatable, and satisfying arc, whereas I don’t feel Rose and Finn get much of one, except Rose may have a thing for Finn now...which, okay, I guess.

Okay, so, I know I’m just wasting time at this point, because it’s all coming down to the Skywalker Family...oh, and Rey and Snoke. So let’s start with --

4. Now, I will be the first to admit that Leia has easily my least favorite scene in the film, and really the only one that I was uncomfortable with. Remember that notion about Guardians of the Galaxy above? Spoilers, obviously, at this point, but at one point, fairly early on in the movie, Leia’s ship is damaged and she is jettisoned out into space. The big deal here should be that it was NOT her son that shot the ship; in fact, he chose NOT to -- more on that below -- but instead the big deal is that she uses the Force to get back to the ship and to safety. From outer space.

I get the scene on paper; I get the importance of setting up how strong she really is with the Force, because it pays off later, but the entire sequence was a little unnerving and unsettling for me...maybe I’m the only one that didn’t like that sequence.

The rest of the movie with her? She STEALS the show -- well, her and Mark Hamill (again, more below) -- and owns her time on stage with such grace, elegance, and you can sense this frailty about her that is almost heart-wrenching. I really don’t know why the Outer-Space-Force scene was left in, aside from keeping her out of commission until later, but thankfully, the rest of the film with her makes up for it! Speaking of making up for things --

3. Mark Hamill as Luke stole the movie for me -- the emotion in his acting, the action scenes with Rey (and Kylo -- for the last time, more on that below), and the overall message of learning from failure just worked for me so well. His humor worked, the raw emotion in specific flashbacks, and with Leia -- it all just worked and I would watch a cut of just his, Leia, Rey, and Kylo’s scenes over and over if I could.

There is a scene, once Rey has left to go face Snoke and Keylo, where he encounters Yoda’s force-ghost, and at first, I was like, “Nooooooooope,” because I thought it was going to get cheesy, and that Ewan McGregor was going to pop in as Obi-Wan or worse, Hayden Christensen was going to pop in, but NO, it was just Yoda, and the scene served its purpose well, especially in foreshadowing of things to come. All the nods to Hamill’s bringing back Luke.

2. There’s been this running thread in the film about the Force, and how if you connect hard enough, it’s like you’re actually there. It sort of reaffirms the ability of Force Ghosts to exist and makes sense that characters with a strong bond can connect together and practically feel each other’s existence.

When Kylo and Rey start to connect, there’s this scene where they touch hands and it “feels” as if they’re really with each other, though they are thousands of miles away. That same moment comes back later, as Luke basically fools everyone, even his own sister, to his presence and saves the day. The last few moments with Luke we have? I was almost crying, and I rarely cry at a movie --

ALSO, JJ, if you can do anything for me, can you please, PLEASE just have Luke come back as a Force Ghost and “haunt” Kylo Ren, since he said he’ll always “be in his heart?” If you can do that, I will complain of NOTHING ever again with this series. 

1. I won’t lie, the last act of this movie is my favorite; there is SO much that comes together and to a head -- Luke’s fight with Kylo was without a doubt my favorite part of the film, but Rey and Kylo versus the Guards, the confrontation with Snoke, all of that was just SO well done, and I give props to Johnson’s screenplay for taking the Force in a new direction and really giving us a new movie-going experience with this story and I was ON BOARD with that. Plus, Ridley and Drive have SUCH good chemistry together! Seriously, every scene they played off one another, especially the Snoke Room scene -- floored me.

Oh, and thank goodness, Snoke dies in this movie, so forget him! While I was really hoping Kylo and Rey would team up after that -- I guess we haven’t quite gotten Kylo back to the light...he’s a work in progress, you know. 

Also, finally, we learn who Rey’s parents were -- nobodies.

They were common, every day people.

THAT is possibly my favorite part. SUCH a middle finger to all the theorists out there trying to connect her to a person in the already existing story line, but I loved it. Rey is all of us; she comes from a random place, but her motivation, spunk, and drive keeps her going -- and it doesn’t help her to be a tad bit Force-sensitive, eh?

Overall, I enjoyed The Last Jedi. Is it perfect? No, the Finn/Rose storyline does drag it a little, the Leia space-moment is luckily towards the beginning, so it’s out of the way early, and there are a few cheesy one-liners I was like “Ooohhh no” at, but overall, the rest is such a fun ride!

If you just happen to walk in the second half of the film, don’t feel bad; the story amps and amps to a fantastic conclusion! Worth seeing in theater!

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Throwing Cellphones

                     Feliciano gets himself a sugar daddy.

So remember that request about a sugar daddy AU? Remember when I said it was just going to be a long one-shot...I lied, it’s going to be a multichapter. Apparently to me there’s no such thing as a simple idea. I gave it more thought in my mind and it turned into this huge thing and I really wanted to make it so...here. Don’t worry it’s not going to be the largeness of Feliciano and the King of Hearts. It’s probably going to be only 10 chapters or a slight more, who knows, but it aint an epic novel. I have enough written down and for the new year I wanted to start with it. I’ll be quick with this one, don’t worry guys, expect updates on FATKOH as usual.

                 I’ll be updating this one every Monday.

Why the tittle? I didn't have any more ideas, it was a random tittle after I realized there’s a lot of phone throwing in this story.

Also, if this is a lifestyle you pursue or you get the idea after reading this, please let me warn you that you should REALLY research this well before you dive into it. This is a work of fiction and you should not expect something exactly like this to happen to you. I just hope that Lud here is enough of an inspiration for you to decide on what kind of sugar daddy you should settle with.

I hope you enjoy it! 

                                                                        Chapter 1

“Another refusal,” Lovino knew, he had gotten used to this kind of reaction to the point that he was unfazed. He continued with his lunch rather uncaring.

“Just when I needed it the most,” Feliciano breathed out trying to push back tears.

“Then stop submitting to galleries and actually search for a real job this time. Take this as a lesson that you should stop painting and start doing something useful.” He began to pick his empty plates and cups, along with Feliciano’s.

“That’s the worst thing you’ve ever said to me! I could very well slap you!”

But Lovino knew he wouldn’t, rolling his eyes and leaving him at the table while he went inside the restaurant. His break would be over soon, so he decided on wearing his apron and preparing his notepad for the coming orders he was to take. Expecting Feliciano to be wallowing on the mantle he had to remove, he met him with his phone back in his hand, aiming it to himself as he tried to find good light with the rising sun. He tried to put behind him the colored houses, along with the crashing sea in the center. He pulled various expressions, until he settled on a gentle smile, took the picture and looked to it proudly.

“Are you serious?” Lovino scolded.

“I’m documenting my sorrow,” was his excuse.

“You should be getting a local newspaper and looking for job openings.”

He went and took one another waiter was reading and threw it before him. Feliciano sighed in defeat, but not before choosing a right filter, adding ‘#broke but still cute and Italian’, posting it to his Instagram, putting his phone away and taking the long newspaper to start looking. Lovino did him the favor of also throwing a highlighter.

“I assume you’ll be staying at my place until you get the rent money,”

”Yep!” That very instant he circled an add.

Lovino grumbled but had to accept, the only good thing being that he knew his younger brother would cook and try to keep the apartment tidy while he was away…even if he would use it for his selfies and make aesthetic pictures to post on his Instagram and Tumblr pages. Didn’t he also have quick cooking videos in Facebook? Sometimes Lovino wished he could get paid for all the effort he was giving to these pages.

  He left resumes in two cafes outside Manarola or just the cinque terre area, which would give him an effort, but he was desperate for anything.

As he took the train back to Lovino’s apartment, he checked on galleries outside of Liguria, specifically Piedmont. During the process he received a message from a Hungarian follower that he had befriended well over the last two years. She had just found out about his situation and suggested he began to sell some of his paintings and sculptures on Etsy.

‘People would only want something abstract and that is not for me’ he messaged her, growing spite because it was the very reason for why his paintings were denied in many of the galleries he submitted.

‘Come on Feli, your paintings are amazing, they get hundreds of likes and shares in your pages’

‘yes, but no buyers. Why buy when you can easily rip it off online and print them out. I’ve been thinking about just starting commissions’

He was thinking about prices and how to decorate the announcement when he arrived to Manarola and went up to Lovino’s apartment. It was dark and empty when he arrived, remembering that Lovino had a date with his Spanish boyfriend outside the village and probably wouldn't return till the next morning. He dropped on the couch, legs upon it taking the entire space, letting the reminding light of the day fall upon him and he welcomed it like an embrace. Perfect selfie time, he thought with a chuckle, taking out his phone and a picture of the grand view of the setting sun from the window. He then turned it towards himself and began to pose. He dropped his long sleeve white shirt to reveal his neck and shoulders, teasing eyes with a seductive grin, something that had many of his followers drooling upon seeing, no matter man or woman. He wished he hadn’t left his flower crowns with his grandfather back in Rome, and he also wished he had something richer like diamonds or pearls decorating his chest than just some shinny rock Lovino tied with a string for him on his last birthday. He touched upon his bare chest with sad wishes, but settled none the less. He still thought he looked amazing.

He posted both the pictures, side by side, the perfect filters, good tags, and the likes started pouring in. He leaned back into the couch, looking to the sun setting over the near sea.

For a guy who was currently living in Cinque Terre, you would have expected him to be on a fancy yacht, on his way to his mansion of opulence, of golds, diamonds, Armani suits and cooks that made him all the focaccia he wanted. Yet here he was, in a rundown apartment that actually belonged to his older brother, in old jeans and shoes, and an empty kitchen that expected his working no matter how tired he was. But he let himself rest in the dream, in which his paintings finally got accepted into galleries and were sold in many hundreds. He relished on fancy parties and travel to Antarctica, with a- a sudden buzzing awoke him, the skies dark, only the dim lighting of some of the street lamps that reached the window. The phone showed his Instagram notifications of likes, requests, comments and a message from Elizabeta. He opened that one first:

‘ooohhh look at youuuu’- surely about the last selfie he posted- ‘who needs a job when you can get yourself a sugar daddy’

It got him a big laugh, lighting with the energy to finally rise and cook onward.

He found it very ridiculous, yet he messaged back jokingly:

‘aaahhh yes, a hunky filthy rich daddy is just what I need right now! Hook me up!’

  A month in, a single job working at a tucked gelato shop in Portofino, commissions open, and still he lived under his older brother’s roof. None of the two things were justly enough. The money he earned he usually used on train rides, food and materials for his paintings. It was no chance back at his own apartment, or leave outside the villages and head to Genova perhaps.

He was currently taking a third request, but his client was asking for something small that the most Feliciano could charge would be twenty euros. He checked the kitchen, Lovino hadn’t gone to the market in a while, so there was not enough to make something new and it meant dealing with the leftovers from yesterday. He groaned but accepted, heating up a bowl of stew.

As he decided to re share his page of commissions, he stumbled upon a rather provocative add of a beautiful young woman sitting upon the lap of an older man, handsome, but still surely reaching his fifties. ‘arrangement.com’ it read at the top, along with a ‘Meet the perfect sugar daddy just for you’. He laughed, for he had recently been joking about this to Elizaveta, and it seemed his browsers were starting to notice and were beginning to send rather harsh signs.

Oh no, no, no, definitely not.

He scrolled past it.

  “-about Antonio.”

“What about him?”

“So we’ve been-”

“You broke up again?”

“No!” Lovino was about ready to throw his Panini at him. When he calmed down, he continued: “We’ve been together for three years now and… we kind of decided to-”

Feliciano gave a happy and excited gasp, “You’re getting married!”

“No!” This time he threw him a piece of lettuce. “Would you please listen first!” He shouted and Feliciano nodded in approval this time, slightly intimidated after that outburst. Lovino calmed, coughed, took a deep breath and tried to earn back the confidence he needed to tell him this. “Antonio and I, we decided to move in together.”

Feliciano gave no instant reaction. He looked around as Lovino sat worriedly, expecting something, but his younger brother did not understand for what.

“So?” He questioned.

“So um…yeah, I’m going to be living with him,”

“That’s amazing! I’m actually really glad for you! It be nice to have someone extra around the apartment. I assume Antonio would be sleeping in your bed, so I can keep my room. You have to admit it turned out really nice after I redecorated, I’m thinking of adding a collage of pictures of all our trips around Italy, I’m sure Antonio would love it!”

“Uh, actually, Antonio and I decided, that I…would be moving in with him.”

And that’s when he understood, his joyous expression deflating until he settled with clear dejection.

“I mean, I don’t think Antonio would mind having you at his apartment, but…”

“It’s not like I’m going to be a burden, you know I can clean and cook,”

“I know, not that you can’t go, but I kind of prefer that we’ve had more…intimacy.” The blush on Lovino’s face was enough for Feliciano to get.

“Oh,” he simply answered, knowing that he was doomed to return to his own apartment.

“I’m sure you get enough now to pay the rent,”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t.

If he only paid his rent, he would starve, resort to digital drawings and visits to their local church to pray. But he didn’t want Lovino to worry, especially when he had such a happy chance with his boyfriend. How could he ruin that? How could he come between them?

He took his most trustworthy smile and changed the topic to something about the last celebrity that came vacationing to their area.

  His visits to the church had only worked in having a nice old lady make him some food that he could bring back to his apartment. She lived close and saw him often run hurriedly to the train. She had an enact sense to tell when he was hungry and Feliciano would always return to have a whole new pot of food that could last him three days. He deeply appreciated her for this, but it did not make him feel any better.

He only managed to pay rent because he was borrowing from Lovino, and he managed to pay for his phone borrowing from Nonno Roma.

He felt so inadequate, and currently, even worst when he received another refusal from a gallery in Pavia. It said the same thing as always: that they would be willing to consider if he submitted another style or theme. He threw the letter harshly to the floor, stomping it to pieces and then falling to his old couch in a long groan.

His desperation took peek, so he cried and whimpered as he had accustomed himself to doing these lonely days and nights where all he could think about was his disastrous situation. Sometimes he would go on until he grew too tired or until Elizabeta would cheer him up with some new meme that was raging on the internet. It was late unto the night when he received such message, raising his face from his tear stained pillow to the glowing phone.

Elizabeta instead was informing him that one of his favorite artist online just started a webcomic, and guess what about, yep, about a young girl in Las Vegas who becomes involved with the rich owner of the most wealthy hotel in the city, basically becoming his sugar baby. Elizabeta would never stop teasing him about this. Sure, he was sick of it, but that didn’t stop him from actually starting to read it. At least it helped to keep his emotions at bay for the night.

As he kept on his reading, and catching up with the updates, Feliciano began to get very envious about the main character of this webcomic. She started out as the single daughter of this alcoholic mother who didn’t bother in trying to help their poor economic state. Wanting to go to college to have a successful degree in marketing, she tries to save up with her job as a maid in one of the many big hotels the city is known for. There she meets with the very man who changes her life, and Feliciano read and watched as the girl’s life changes to one of diamonds, of expensive branding, of five star hotels in Monaco, as well as the success of her career and a very handsome man at her side that made all of this happen.

It was rather silly to get flared with anger about this, to look to his messed apartment, his heated food from the last pot Signora Sara gave him, his breaking converse shoes, and rage that he was letting himself go through this when he could easily change it with the charm and seduction of a nice rich man. It was tempting him more strongly, especially with the raging ads, the idea pushing him on researching stories and articles, until one day he finally decided.

  With a wink, pink lips in a kiss, sun shining brightly on him to alight his skin, hair and eyes, his neck free and only but a tight white shirt to show off his slimness but just right contour lines. And of course, an orchid flower crown on his hair to match with the rising curls and the shine of his ends like blazing fire.

Venice, Italy Age: 22 Height: 172 cm (5’7.7) Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Interested in: Men and Women Education: Bachelors in Art History Relationship Status: Single Children: None Smoking: None Drinking: Definitely Lifestyle Expectation: Negotiable

About Me: Although I was born in Venice, it is not the only place in Italy I have made my home. I’ve lived in Rome, Florence and currently in Manarola, and have explored and know a great deal of this beautiful country that I’m proud to call home and be a part of. I will be happy to show you every little corner you desire to see and hope that you can catch up with my ramblings of food, culture, art periods and my sudden bursts of singing. I am cheerful, energetic and I really like to spend my time out doing whatever the sun’s rays have to offer and not wasting time on the bleak and tragic. Take me to a dump and I’ll try to make the best of it (But please don’t actually do that). I’ll be honest and say that I’m currently going through some harsh times as I don’t have enough money to pay anything and I am relying on what my family could give, as well as some little things from my art commissioning. It’s not letting me enjoy life to the potential it should be, and I’m hoping to find somebody who could not only help me, but someone who I can spend a good time with, that can show me a whole new world of things I haven’t tried, to have silly but also deep conversations about life or what kind of gelatos flavors there should be and cool nights to spend in arms together. What you could give and I can accept I would gladly speak over e-mails. 

Done, posted, it was out there for all to see. He threw his phone to the other side of the couch in shame.

He did what most articles and blogs suggested. Eloquently, attracting, quick, just enough and not overly detailed. The picture was the one with the most likes on his Instagram, which got him messages from both cute boys and girls, and of course, the random annoying dick picks or naked girls in his inbox. Now he just hoped it would be enough to attract the nice rich man he had been dreaming about the last few days.

His creeping shame still continued, and as to distract himself, he decided on tidying his apartment, washing dishes, throwing some trash and hoping his mind could focus solely on carpaccio.

For the next two days, his inbox was flooded with all kinds of suitors. Well actually, only one kind, the type that already made heinous remarks at him, begging for more pictures, detailing what exactly they would do to him, but no talking of the negotiations Feliciano had expected when he first signed up to the site. He didn’t take them seriously, ignoring them and not offering any kind of response that would surely waste his time when he was honestly needy. He was supposed to be expecting a respectable aged man, but yet all he got were comments seeming to be written by hormonal teenage boys.

Great, not even this seemed to be working.

He went that early afternoon to work at the gelato shop as was expected of him, being grateful that it was a rather dull day as it was Tuesday and barely any tourists came down. Only a small family that lived in the village had come, and two college girls from the Philippines, who he enjoyed a quick flirt with. He had plenty of time to just sit at the back counter, look through his phone or look out to the shinning day, practically deserted by people, the waves and boats clear for him to see as they swayed with the sea. Such peace to only be disturbed by the sudden bell ring of a new customer. Feliciano quickly hid his phone and stood up, his welcoming smile ready to serve.

Once he took a glimpse of this man, it took sheer strength to not melt by his strong and tall build, intense blue eyes and powerful features. Instead of wearing the typical shorts and buttoned shirts Feliciano had accustomed from his customers, he wore a rather heavy suit, of expensive branding, Feliciano noticed as he stared to the buttons and the insignia in the man’s coat. It was rather heavy for a day in which the sun was shining brightly. Not even celebrities came dressed like that when they came into the village.

These kinds of men never really paid much attention to rustic hidden gelato shops, so why was he here? Did he perhaps want to buy something for a little daughter of his? Was he dared? Did he get lost trying to find his way to a hotel or a special business meeting? Or was he honestly looking to have some good gelato?

He began to move closer, to the counter and where all the flavors were presented. He gave the entire shop a thorough inspection and then settled his eyes heavily on Feliciano. Their eyes met and Feliciano’s brain seemed to have electrocuted, his slight heavy breathing surely noticeable and all words forgotten, even how to wish a simple good afternoon. It didn’t help when the stranger didn’t say anything either, but stared on, examining, down his body as if he was the flavor that was being showcased. No matter how handsome he was, it was starting to become uncomfortable and for some reason he wanted to cover himself despite being fully clothed.

“Be, dimmi?” He finally said, even if he had stuttered.

And suddenly the stranger had awakened from the exploration he had given the scooper, away from his thoughts, away from what he had imagined.

“…Sprichst du Deutsch?”

Oh god, he was foreign, and although he knew enough German to understand what he just said, his brain was too blanked to articulate in another language. The sudden silence and stammering assured the other enough.

“I’ll take a small cup of black cherry and vanilla.” At least.

As he turned around to fetch the cup and the scoop, he bended slightly and he knew that the stranger was ravaging him with his eyes again, down his back, to his rear and thighs. He turned quickly, his blush evident as he picked the flavors, stabbed the spoon, and handed it way too harshly he was afraid he would punch him accidentally in the face.

He took his cup gently without a problem and then handed him…fifty euros.

“Sir, do you perhaps have something smaller?” He didn’t know if there was enough change in the register.

“Keep it,” he said simply, turning away with one last spoonful and leaving Feliciano dumbfounded alone before he could deny.

Once he was out of sight, he took out his phone and instantly started texting.

‘this really hot German just came into the shop and gave me fifty euros’

‘FIFTY EUROS???!!!! Eyyyy…what did you do ;)’ Elizabeta replied

‘noootthiiinggg, he just gave them to me, but mmmpphhh, I would have gladly done anything for him. You should have seen him Lizzie, tall, hunky, blond, blue eyes, and he came in wearing a suit!!!!!’

‘lol Sounds like the man of your dreams’

‘He was checking me out too’

‘oh do tell ;D’

Now he hated how soon their meeting had been, how quick he had gone, wishing he could have remained longer to let his eyes journey as they had done shortly. He should have opened his legs to tease, should have swayed his hips slightly, coax him into seeing and wanting more. But, he was gone! A tragedy he wrote to Elizabeta as he closed the shop for the night and made his way to the train station to go back to his apartment. So distracted he was with it, that he wasn’t aware of the pair of eyes that followed him, that walked with him, that even reached his own apartment.

As Feliciano was heating his last batch from Signora Sara, he remembered how the extra fifty euros was enough to let him do some grocery shopping. He could finally cook something on his own, and it was with that prospect that he remained with a smile as he went to his small table and ate.

By the time he finished, there was a sudden knock at the door, rare in the night and even fearsome.

Lovino wouldn’t visit without sending him a text beforehand, Nonno Roma couldn’t have come from Rome as he was busy with his own schedule, and he really didn’t have friends in the village or in the area who would visit him suddenly like this.

Fearing a robber or some kidnapper, he picked up one of the lighter chairs, hoping he could throw it against any intruder just in case.

He pushed the door open, aiming his chair, but when he looked, there was absolutely no one there. He put the chair down and looked around, finding no sudden presence, no lone figure walking down the street.

That was odd.

He was just about to come back in and close the door when something attached to the wall caught his attention. It was a rich black box, with a silver shinning card tag imprinted with his name, written in beautiful cursive. He took it with him inside, closing the door and locking it just in case. He turned the item around, trying to see if there was something else besides the card, wondering what it could possibly hold. But he wasn’t going to know anytime soon if he didn’t actually open it. It had his name on it, so surely it was meant for him.

It revealed a spectacular diamond evening necklace, shining brightly in the dim lighting of the apartment, and the silence was interrupted with Feliciano’s wondered aw. It was simple, yet rich and just what he wanted. He touched it, feeling it real, its wealth, continuing to tell himself that it was actually for him- but…who even gave it to him?

He took a peek through the window to see if he could meet another hint, but that’s when he noticed the envelope stuck at the top of the box. He took it, the paper as fine as the necklace, even stamped with a seal that held an intricate ‘B’. He rushed to open it, inside holding a printed letter in silver ink, shinning with the glow of the lights. It read:

I saw and read your profile on arrangement.com and must admit that you were the most alluring of all the young men there. I instantly sought to make you mine and came to Italy myself just as I had business to attend in the area. I figured this would be much better than an e-mail. I have already made reservations for the two of us at Ristoranti ai Castelli in Sestri Levante. I have placed the number of a chauffeur that can take you at the designated time if you have any problems getting there. We can discuss whatever we need to over dinner tomorrow at eight. I’ll be looking forward and I hope you can consider me well for the position of your benefactor or…’Sugar Daddy’ – L. B.

This was definitely better than any of the e-mails he had received.

It was rather obscure though. All he had for identification was the ‘L.B.’, no picture and no profile to check. His only way of finding out was this dinner for tomorrow, and how could Feliciano refuse when he gave him this beautiful diamond necklace and offered food.

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