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deadricslover · 9 months

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tracing roses

a/n: first post for the loml! I'm a harry Stan 'til I die.

summary: with a whole bunch of changes for the future of one direction, harry doesn't know how he will cope and thankfully you're there to comfort him in his favourite ways.

warnings: no established relationship, anxiety, cursing, Zayn leaving :(, mentions of the management ugh (that deserves a full tw), short post?

pairings: lhh styles x sixthmember!reader

I know that the timeline of events doesn't match the real life one but it's all for the post ok?

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What the media portrayed harry to be was the complete opposite of what he was actually like. His reputation was the womanizer, cool and reserved guy who didn't have the time of day for anyone other than the band, and really, it was just unfair because none of that was true. Really, Harry was the sweetest guy who cared for every single person he met and would make a whole room light up with the sparkle in his eyes. Despite what the media thought, He had feelings, and needed comfort here and there like every other person.

This particular upcoming show was an important one, it was Zayn's last show in the band but the public didn't know yet, so they had to make it count. Nobody was really themselves today as they knew they had to make a good impression for management if they wanted to continue touring and making music without him as a five person group. These emotions were hightened due to the overwhelming sudden surge of sadness and loss due to Zayn's news. Zayn was your best friend alongside Harry and you honestly didn't know how you were going to cope with not having him around when writing songs or performing anymore.

You stumble into Harry's dressing room to let him know we will be going on stage soon, but are met with a teary eyed Harry with his head in his hands. You make your way over to him and wrap your arms around him from the back whilst tracing circles on his arm and place your head on his shoulder, comforting him.

"I know, Haz. I know" you whisper kissing his temple slightly.

"this is just such a big change" he cries

"I know. and it's going to be so hard for us all to adjust to. But, we have gotta support his decision" you explain squeezing him a little tighter. he replies with a teary sigh, gazing at you through the mirror silently asking to be comforted

"even though I can't fix it, I can help you through it" you add leaning your head on his, sadly smiling a little bit, closing your eyes momentarily.

"I'm just gonna miss him" he confesses, the tears making their way to his eyes once again. Seeing him upset always made your heart drop with sadness, and a set of your own tears pricks your eyes seeing one of your favourite people upset.

"I know, haz. let it out, ok? I'm right here" you comfort as he stares blankly at the desk ahead of him

"I think that the mix of Zayn leaving and the anxiety because this show being so important is just making me so much more emotional" he explains his feelings and you listen intently the entire time, empathizing with him as you feel the same way. This is about him though, he doesn't need to know.

you plant kiss after kiss onto his face, cheek, temple and hair in comfort and keep twirling pieces of his hair around your fingers to calm him down. He takes a deep breath in and out to regain himself before looking back at you through the illuminated mirror.

"what time are we on?" he asks

"we have time" you lie. you came into him with fifteen minutes before the show and now you're running late, but, for an important reason. You didn't want him suppressing any feelings.

he looks at you confused, not entirely believing you but leaning back into your touch and closing his eyes nonetheless, while tracing shapes onto your arm wordlessly telling you that he's grateful for you.

your moment is rudely interrupted by Louis Bursting in the door chaotically.

"guys, why the fuck aren't you on stage. we are late. stop cuddling and kissing and get out and get your mics" Louis demands

Harry hops up and looks at you accusingly. You shrug and leave the room with him, both of you following Louis to the stage. You get your assigned microphones and head towards the stage. Harry grabs your arm on the way and stops you both, facing you and looking down at you with a hand on your upper arm.

"Thank you so much for that. I don't know what I would do without you, I really don't" he informs you referring to you comforting him, making your heart throb.

"it's nothing, harry. just want to make you feel better" you reply smiling wholeheartedly at him.

"I love you so much" he confesses, wrapping you in a hug around your arms and you slip yours around his waist to reciprocate.

"I love you too, haz. always here for you" you reply before the six of you get on stage and open with clouds, and nobody can deny that this show wouldn't be the same and that you would all be acting different.

halfway through 'story of my life' harry was sitting down towards the back of the stage looking quite down and nervous as he knew come the end of this song, you guys would have the encore and then the show would be over, concluding the chapter with Zayn in the group. you jog to the back and sit down next to him grabbing his hand in yours lightly and he lays his head down onto your shoulder.

"you good?" you ask him

"mhm" he replies humming. you didn't buy it, you knew him better than that.

you look down to his hand in yours and examine his tattoos for a minute. your eyes land on the rose tattoo next to his elbow and the perfect shading. Your thumb starts tracing the petals and thorns on the design, comforting him as he is focusing on the feeling of your hand. You knew this calmed him down. He takes a couple of deep breaths and continues singing after Louis finishes his part whilst visibly calming down yet again. He gets up from where he was sitting and starts walking around the stage interacting with a couple of fans and the guys maintaining the hold on your hand bringing you around while you giggle to yourself. This doesn't go unnoticed by fans and you were sure you would see some twitter posts about it later, but in the moment you didn't care, all you cared about was making him feel better and calming his anxiety about this whole show.

you were super lucky to have a harry in your life. You think everyone should have a harry in their life too. And he feels the same about you, he thinks everyone should have one of you in their life too. But then again, he didn't want to share you with anybody. He loved you comforting him, and knew that you would always be there for him and visa versa.

everyone needs a you and harry pair in their life.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #long hair harry x reader #long hair harry #long hair harry fluff #deadricslover #one direction #one direction imagine

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indestructibleheart · 4 months

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Hi, fam! Okay, so I'm going to be out at an appointment tomorrow morning, so I'm kicking this off a little bit early. It's technically Wednesday in several timezones and very nearly Wednesday in mine. I'm... also a bit eager to share this, ngl.

I know that I've shared a lot of angst lately, but I swear that's not all I'm doing. 😅 In fact, the actor/playwright AU decided to wallop me in the face out of nowhere after sitting in my WIP folder for months. I'm really excited about it, so I'm gonna share the first scene!

(Also, those of you who have been to New York with me will recognize my favorite brunch spot in this scene lmao.)

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You probably didn't even know I was in the room, but I noticed you straight away. You were talking with your friends, happy and animated and fully alive—a person living in dimensions I couldn’t access—and so beautiful. Your hair was longer then. You were the center of attention, but you weren’t afraid. You had a yellow ipê-amarelo in your pocket. I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen; I'd better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.

INT. MOM'S KITCHEN & BAR - HELL'S KITCHEN - LATE MORNING

"I'm telling y'all," Alex is saying, punctuating with dangerously large bites of his pancake burrito. "The dude's a dick."

It's been two hours since the nightmare audition, but Alex has been on this tirade since June and Nora first slid into the retro diner chairs across from him (at least forty-five minutes ago).

They're at Mom's: a restaurant-bar in midtown that can only be described as millennial nostalgia incarnate. The trio fell in love with it two years back—post-karaoke, stumbling in right before closing—when Alex saw God in their Fruity Pebble pancakes. Since then, it's been his favorite place to eat his feelings.

Mom's is just really fucking comforting in general, honestly; whether it's the televisions cycling through episodes of 'Rugrats,' 'Dexter's Laboratory,' and 'Hey, Arnold!' or the rainbow straws and Lisa-Frank-looking menus, Alex can't be sure. It doesn't hurt that they've made friends with several of the waitstaff, including an eccentric bartender, Pez, whose pink hair and painted nails fit right in with the decor.

Today, it's the combination of breakfast sausage, bacon, eggs and cheese wrapped up in a syrup-soaked pancake that's really doing something for him. It could also be the margarita the size of his face, which Pez placed in front of him before making himself uncharacteristically scarce. But it's fine. He's probably just busy.

Alex won't admit it out loud, but what really helps is having June and Nora here to talk to… even though Nora is scrolling on her phone.

"I'm sorry," June says. She pokes an ice cube with her straw, and Alex watches as it bobs around her mimosa like a buoy. "That sounds like it sucked, but if he's really that rude… maybe you didn't want to work with him anyway."

Nora doesn't look up as she pops a home fry into her mouth.

"Several sources say he's difficult to work with," she adds, evidently reading about Henry on the internet. "Though, in his defense, his dad did just die, like, three years ago… and there was that whole thing when he came out after. Remember?"

Alex does remember. Henry's grandmother, Mary Mountchristen, runs a pretty major company that used to own half the theatres on the West End. When Henry came out last year, she tried blacklisting his shows from her properties to punish him—which totally backfired when it got around. At least a dozen other queer writers and producers started talking about how they were also denied the space, and Mary was stoned on the streets of the theatre district. Like, metaphorically.

Alex, Nora, and June had just moved to New York, but between June's position at Newsday and both Alex and Nora on the audition circuit, it was all anyone in their new circles could talk about. They were some of the first to know when the Mountchristens were bought out of their properties and Henry moved to the States.

This show is the first of Henry's being produced here—and it's autobiographical, which Alex has to admit is pretty fucking baller. So, yeah, Nora's not wrong. He has reason to be standoffish. Still, it doesn't explain why Alex was only halfway through his audition monologue when Henry abruptly stood up and exited stage left as if pursued by a bear.

He shoves another forkful into his mouth. "It's just, like, they're the only people who let me into the room," he says, barely finishing chewing. "Nobody wants to take me seriously, and I really thought this was my shot, you know?"

June and Nora both know Alex is having a hard time landing serious roles after growing up on a sitcom—Nora more than most, as his former co-star. What they don't know is that losing this role, specifically, feels like a kick to the stomach. From the moment Alex saw the script, he wanted to be a part of it. He can't even explain why, and now he'll never figure it out. Henry wouldn't give him a chance.

"It wasn't your only shot, and you know it." Nora fixes him with a look. "Seriously, I get it—I do—but it's just one play, buddy."

June nods. "Something will happen for you, baby brother."

At that, Alex finally groans. "Okay, calling me baby brother doesn't help me feel better about the entertainment industry infantili—"

"—itty bitty, teeny weeny—"

Alex throws a home fry at her face.

It bounces off her forehead and into the giant gauntlet holding her mimosa with a very unappetizing splash. Just as Alex throws his hands into the air with a victorious whoop, his phone buzzes on the table.

A glance is all it takes for him to see that it's his agent, Zahra.

"Damn," he says, deflating. There goes that upswing. "You answer it."

June balks. "Me?"

"I don't need to hear how fucking badly it went. Trust me, I got the message." Alex blinks innocently, like he's six years old again, asking her to lie to their mom about that broken vase. "Please, Bug? Besides, Zahra actually likes you."

"Everyone likes me." June rolls her eyes, but she caves—answering the phone with a haughty, "Alex Claremont-Diaz's office," before breaking into a smile. "Yeah, Z. It's me… No, Alex is feeling a little sensitive today."

(He throws another home fry at her. This one misses.)

To her credit, June's face remains totally blank as Zahra no doubt tells her how Alex insulted Henry Fox's name and all of his inbred ancestors just by showing up, or whatever—which is extremely annoying and unhelpful—but, once she says goodbye and sets the phone back down on the table, her face breaks out into a grin.

"Guess you didn't suck too bad," she says. "They want you for the part."

He doesn't know if it's Nora throwing herself at him or the shock that knocks him onto the floor.

Tagging some lovelies. If you haven't been tagged and you want to be, consider this your tag!

@anchoredarchangel, @barbiediaz, @cha-melodius, @cricketnationrise, @guillermosfamiliar, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @hippolotamus, @inexplicablymine, @jettestar, @junebugclaremontdiaz, @kiwiana-writes, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @missgeevious, @mulderscully, @myheartalivewrites, @ninzied, @nontoxic-writes, @notspecialbabe, @priincebutt, @rmd-writes, @rosedavid, @three-drink-amy, @treluna4, @vanillahigh00, @welcometololaland, @orchidscript, @ships-to-sail, @stereopticons

#wip:snippet #m:wip #fic: breaking character

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agentravensong · 8 months

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hello, fellow hatchetfield fans! here are my stray nerdy prudes must die thoughts, which i'm going to try to keep brief (she said, before spending an hour writing this)

the production level of the show as a whole really blew me away. the lighting; demon!max's costume and makeup; even the way it was shot and edited felt even more electric than past shows

this is the only one of the full-length hatchetfield musicals to have one consistent antagonist throughout (black friday has linda but half the leads don't know about her at all until the climax, plus there's wilbur and wiggly). and i gotta say, max's actor really killed it. hilarious, terrifying, and even with moments of nuance. he repeatedly stole the show.

some of the songs are already stuck in my head. off the top of my head i can't think of any that stood out in a bad/unmemorable way (though i could just be forgetting them, lol). ruth's song in particular i think is gonna really stick with me once i listen to it a few more times.

and i love the way the "i'm not a loser" motif gets used throughout the show. the closest any of the songs got me to having the visceral reaction i have to "did you know that i wanted to live with you" in "not your seed" and the bridge + ending of "let it out" ("i've never been happy...") was when richie sings that line right before... well.

speaking of richie: as a paul stan, what this show proved to me more than anything is that when jon matteson plays a sympathetic lead (or side character - hi daniel/stopwatch), he will always break my heart. he's just. really good.

thinking about how in the last of the originally planned 3 hatchetfield shows, initially conceptualized as the first, jon's character is the first one to sing, whereas in the first of those shows, conceptualized as the last, the whole crux of the musical is him refusing to sing, the audience essentially waiting for the moment he breaks and does it. thinking about how the opening of npmd tells us richie is going to die, already dying, already dead, while the opening number of tgwdlm tells us paul is the target, the Doomed Hero, the "star of the show" "destined to go viral" [read: get infected], whose story is going to be told, already written.

thinking about how singing dooms paul, and how richie singing "i'm not a loser", reigniting max's ire, is the final nail in his coffin.

...i'm normal.

there's a lot of meta jokes and nods of that sort throughout the show. maybe a few too many? like, at a certain point, as a fan, i do feel like i'm being pandered to a bit.

i liked the lords in black's scene, it was a lot of fun! it's always great to see jon get to let loose with crazy characters, and the others were great too. but i do wonder how it plays for people who haven't been following nightmare time stuff. like, i get that in one world this was our introduction to these characters, but even in that world, i wonder if including all five of them with their specific names and allusions to their individual deals is a bit too much for what the plot of this show needs. there's something to be said for not showing all your cards right away.

on the other hand, i feel like the paulkins coffee scene actually fully earned its inclusion: because when pete comes in asking for his hot chocolate, it reads differently when we're coming at it from having followed his perspective up to this point versus having been following paul in tgwdlm, in a way that strengthens both scenes. it's a nice reminder that emma and paul can be... rude, i guess. assholes, even (she really didn't need to spit in it). that idea of perspectives affecting how we categorize people arguably even plays into the themes of this show! how about that.

ah, yes, Themes. there are Themes to be drawn out of this show about the experience of high school, especially in an intertextual comparison to how tom and becky talk about their time in high school in black friday. something about how the two of them see it as this idealistic time they want to go back to, whereas the teens (the nerds/outcasts) in npmd sing that they'll "still despise it when [they're] gone". something about how in ruth's solo number, the fantasy future she imagines for herself (even in the context of it being a performance for an audience of no one) is of a standard, arguably dreary, middle-aged existence. there's definitely stuff there to be dissected.

and also there's arguably a theme of continuing cycles of cruelty, brought into focus by the ending, but also implied with the way the adults failed the kids (see max referencing his dad belittling him).

...but also, i feel like they could have done more with that.

that's my one big thing with this show, and it could very easily just be that the genre of this show isn't as much my jam, but i'll say it anyway: i wanted more from the characters, and more emotional weight in regards to certain things.

like, between this and tgwdlm, i think tgwdlm is still the better written show. there's just, a subtly to the characters there, a grounded human-ness, that i didn't quite get from all of the teens here.

as much as i clearly have a soft spot for richie, that's mostly on jon; as written, there really isn't much there, beyond "anime nerd" and "generally nice kid who wants to be liked". the scene right before he dies is comedic in how obvious it's setting things up, but its obvious-ness also makes it feel kind of cheap in terms of pulling on the heartstrings. similarly, ruth is initially just a gimmick (though hers at least ties into a deeper insecurity) and only gets her real moment of depth right before she dies. neither of them feel like they have much affect / haunting presence on the surviving teens once they're dead, past the initial shock of the reveals of their deaths.

and steph and pete are good, but... idk. i wanted a bit more from each of them. if they got to have a talk like paul and emma before "join us and die" - not even for the sake of the romance, but just for the sake of giving us more on each of them outside of their basic stereotypes and the romance - that would've helped, i think.

grace was great, though, no qualms. initially there was a part of me that was disappointed that the stereotype max was pushing on her about her being secretly repressed and horny was in fact true, but the way it gets used makes up for it, and in between max's death and when that specific thing comes up again in the climax, she gets to do a lot with the two conflicting sides of her personality, wanting to be good but having a capacity and arguable instinct for scheming and ruthlessness.

(also, as i mentioned earlier, max has a surprising amount going on, especially once you get into the Implications)

it could just be that i see those depths in the tgwdlm cast because i've had more time to chew on that cast, and that in time i'll see these teens in the same light. but i don't think it's just that.

i think part of it is how there are so many jokes about the teens being nerdy prudes (really, mostly just nerds). and like, that's part of the point, obviously, that they were being forced into those boxes and that they were still people with the potential to be more. but... i don't know if the show does enough to really make that point. again, richie doesn't really get to be more (and it's not for lack of time - there's a good amount of show before max comes back as the demon and kills for the first time).

in tgwdlm, the mains are all arguably based on stock characters, but they have more depth through their relationships. look at ted, the stock asshole sleazeball, who's shown to feel genuine remorse when he loses people he loves, in a way that contextualizes his bitterness. and there's a lot less highlighting of the stockness of them in their show than there is of the teens in npmd.

and the thing is, i think the cast of npmd at their foundations are more likable than the cast of tgwdlm (see the earlier point about emma and paul being assholes at times). they had a lot of potential. but i don't think enough of it is realized for the majority of them. the edges the tgwdlm cast has are part of what makes them compelling, and it's something the teens (minus grace) are largely missing.

the thing is, i know the fandom is going to see that potential and run with it. i know that they're gonna develop the teens' characterizations and relationships. i know they'll get into the trauma and the implications from everything that happened to them in the show. i know they'll get into... pete's survivor's guilt, and steph losing her dad(!!!), and what richie and ruth could have been, and all that. i know that they'll fill in the gaps. because that's what fans do. i guess i just wish there weren't so many gaps to fill. or, that the gaps wouldn't take so much effort from them to fill.

again, i acknowledge, maybe i'm expecting too much from the genre of show this is. it doesn't need to have A Point, i guess, it can just be fun, a comedic horror slasher in musical form. and it is fun, a lot of fun! ...but, tgwdlm was also a lot of fun. not as bombastic, for sure, but i'd say just as humorous. and it was also incredibly tightly written, and satisfying, with strong character arcs for multiple leads. it had commentary on musicals, on what makes a protagonist and what it means to be one, on conformity and institutions of authority, on romance even (you could do a very interesting aromantic reading of this show, trust me). and with a show that's titled nerdy prudes must die, that is About high school, there's, similarly, a lot you can do. and there's a fair amount of seeds planted there. but i don't think it all quite coheres. and it could've, if they really wanted it to.

...i did not keep that brief. ah well. i might disagree with half of this by the time i wake up tomorrow, i just needed to get it out of me. tl;dr, in my opinion, this show is stronger than black friday, but tgwdlm is still my favorite. all the cast and crew put a lot of love into this production and it really shows. i had a great time! :D but i'm always going to overanalyze things i care about as much as i care about the hatchetfield universe, and hence, here we are.

#starkid #nerdy prudes must die #tgwdlm #npmd spoilers #nerdy prudes spoilers #if people have deeper reads of the teens based on stuff in the show itself that i didn't pick up on #i'd love to hear them!#for reference if anyone's curious: my absolute fav hatchetfield characters are #paul - hannah - lex - and ms halloway

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theemporium · 4 months

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i made chicken for dinner today but like accidentally made it spicer than i thought and like luckily i can handle my spice so we're ok

anyways my roommate makes this chicken that makes you cry bc of the spice and it's SO good and like all i can think about now is reader making dinner for lando but she makes it SO spicy just on accident not realizing how much spice she's added. like she really meant to cut it down but she wasn't paying too much attention and tbh she didn't think it was a big deal. but it is. it really is. lando doesn't even last five minutes through dinner and the whole time he's sweating not only bc of the spice but bc he has no idea how to tell his lovely gf that he CANNOT eat the nice meal she cooked for him

-🌠

I genuinely think no matter how much that boy loved his girlfriend, there is no way he would make it through the whole meal😭😭😭😭he would be chugging milk over the sink and wailing about how he swears he’s gonna die

HOWEVER

I could see him trying to keep his mouth shut if her parents made the meal and he was meeting them for the first time😭poor boy is literally holding back tears and probably gripping her hand under the table because he doesn’t want to be rude but his lips are genuinely starting to tingle and burn from the spice

#cece answers #lando.thots #🌠.anon

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kira-fluff · 2 years

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Imagine the bros with someone who was a gremlin as a child and just nonchalantly tells them their stories. For example in kinder I got dared to put a rock in my ear and my little five year old self was not gonna back down. I had to get that rock removed by a doctor 😭.

a/n: i love this oddly specific request as well as the flawless usage of the descriptor "gremlin". i too was a lollipop-stuck-to-hair, hot-mess-express child. thank u for sharing your amazing story x i took the liberty of using as many funny childhood stories as i could remember, as well as your own (thought it a befitting tale to tell to lucifer lmao) disclaimer: this is assuming that you had a childhood full of crazy events, but none including ab*se of any kind. these are silly, funny memories, not ones that would hurt you to this day. tw: language, mention of children in the future (not totally breeding kink tho), established relationship unclear so just decided that for yourself bc im lazy

reacting to funny stories from your childhood - obey me! brothers x reader

stories of your childhood were always something most found entertaining, but you found that these stories intrigued your demon roommates even more so. it started off as a comment you'd mentioned off-hand, but the brothers urged you on, hooked on hearing some of your stories - after all, it had been a few hundred years since they'd been children.

"...so one time i got dared to put a rock in my ear and, of course, only losers back down from a challenge--" "you didn't" "--so i put that rock right in my ear! then i had to go to the doc to get it taken out, but at least my friends knew i ain't no pussy." "of course you did."

lucifer

trying to pretend like he doesn't care

but is easily baited into the conversation when mammon says "the person who knows the most 'bout y/n is obviously ME!"

rolls his eyes, but you can see his head turning to listen to you better

is rude af about it once you finish your story smh

"it all makes sense now, that rock must've replaced your brain"

smirks throughout the story, making focused eye-contact with mammon because his dumbass did the same thing. LAST. MONTH. (for a bet, of course, that he lost)

scoffs at your story, but can't help but continue to listen with a smile

he's got it bad

feels the need to one-up your stories with stories of his own (that aren't embarrassing at all, but that prove that even at the age of 2 he was a badass)

can't help but let his mind wander to having a child with you (he's domestic af okay)

"let's hope your our child inherits more of the father's genetics"

i dare you to smack him upside the head he deserves it for being a snarky little whore

just run away after, it's not like he'll catch you he def will

"...and then my sister took my doll, so then i tackled her to the ground and started chocking her. she passed out but she had it coming. my mom grounded me for like a month but i didn't care because guess what? my sis never took my doll again" "remind me not to take your shit anymore oh fuck--"

mammon

oh? cute stories about your childhood?

he's all ears

can't help but turn it into a competition to see who knows you the best or who your favorite is

so badly wants you to say it's him ;-;

was expecting stories about maybe the time you made your first friend or when you learned your first word

nope

he's over here sweating bullets because did he remember to put back all that stuff he took?

he wasn't gonna sell it or anythin'.. he just kinda likes the way yer stuff smells... not in a creepy way though, ok?!

and like, you hadn't noticed yet

so of course he was gonna keep some of your stuff!!!

but.. but you choked your sister for stealing a doll?

not even lucifer was that... extreme

may or may not find him in your room, putting all of your things back in the places he recalled he'd taken them

you'd just laugh, saying you didn't mind as long as it wasn't something you really needed

he breathed a sigh of relief

he was genuinely about to shit his pants when you walked through the door

"'m too young to die! swear i was jus' lookin' at 'em!"

"..one time my dad was in a bad mood so he got mad that i passed the ketchup bottle without the cap facing DOWN so that all the ketchup was able to be poured out quickly. so then, when he asked me to pass the salt, so i looked at him, then turned the salt shaker face down and handed it to him as the salt was pouring out..."

leviathan

already tweeting "STORIES FROM Y/N'S CHILDHOOD?!?!??! #REALSHITSABTTOGODOWN #STANRURICHAN"

spurs him to tell his own stories about his childhood (he wants to share but swears its sO emBarrAsSinG"

swears he was into anime as a newborn

is honestly a lil giddy to hear your stories and laughs at them just as much as everyone else

whenever you come into his room while he is gaming he wants you to tell him more of the stories from your childhood

"LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO Y/N IS A SAVAGE"

doesn't find it hard to believe that you were just as sassy as a little child

you're just like him <3

kinda blushes imagining the two of you being childhood besties uwu

like he gives bullied in high school vibes for some reason idk

i can just imagine the two of you being the best of friends

you'd make him lil flower crowns while he ranted to you about his pokemon card collection

he's so SOFT for you omgggg

would quite literally die for you if he had to but im getting off topic

anyway, please never stop talking to him, it's his number one fear <3

giggles in the dorky way he does when you get super expressive

"...there was this day when i was eight and i didn't want to go to school anymore and i was bored in class so i decided right then and there that i would lose my tooth and get one of those crappy-looking 'tooth necklaces'..... not five minutes later, i ripped my front tooth out and was sent to the nurses with blood dripping down the hallway. i was so proud of myself but it turned out i had accidentally ripped out an ADULT tooth. my parents were pissed, but i was proud because i got to go home and eat ice cream for two weeks."

satan

THRIVES off the stories of you being a little shit as a kid lol (or the stories of you being a little shit now)

that being said, WHAT THE FUCK

he forgot how wild kids can be, much less YOU

i mean, you were sent to the demon world and all you did was shrug and roll with it??? who even are you????

you even felt a little bit of pity for your parents, bless their souls

he smirked at the part where you got out of school as you clasped your chest proudly

it was cute to watch you get excited about all your little adventures from when you were younger - it's hard to believe that was only a few decades ago (to him)

finds himself looking for the you now in your old self

he's easily able to identify some of your key traits: stubbornness, strength, optimism, kindness, wit...

you were always this way, he thought, and it was reassuring.

a little smile crept up his face, taking over the neutral expression that once adorned his soft and regal features

you were always something something special

"...and then the teacher was wearing this ugly ass skirt and so my sassy little six-year-old self was like 'did you dress in the dark or something? because your shirt doesn't match your skirt'... i feel kinda bad about it now but it was iconic back in the day."

asmodeus

gives you exaggerated reactions to each part of your story, but they're genuine

gASP

hand over mouth

laughs at the parts when you get super animated

insists your are doing her a favor by helping her with her fashion dilemma

honestly he probably has some similar stories to share himself

gushes about how the two of you are so alike that it is shocking

(i mean i guess sorta? jk u wish)

"we're so similar.. let's go to my bedroom and find out what is different"

all his other brothers simultaneously shout, "NO"

i headcanon that asmo has dimples that come out when he truly, REALLY smiles and he does it when you talk about your childhood

you get all excited and he can't help but just shout, "oH you're SO cUTE~~~~~!"

"....i backflipped into the christmas tree and the next thing i knew i was in one of those crusty ass hospital beds. so yeah, i don't recommend doing that."

beezlebub

got lost half-way through the story when he got up to get a snack

next thing he knew you were talking about backflipping???

still though, he found it really cute how you got all soft when talking about the way that your mother started crying once you woke up only for her to fall into a fit of rage the next moment

the moment actually brought tears to your eyes, reminding you of a part of yourself that did really miss home and the people that you left there

his eyes widened, taking in your shrinking form

as if his arms moved on his own, he moved to grasp you in a tight embrace

your sniffles ceased and you even let out a little giggle, "beel, you're squishing me"

he apologized, his purple eyes full of worry and remorse

you only shook your head, mumbling a quiet, "i'm fine"

he realized that even though devildom seemed like home to him now, he also knew what it felt like to have to get used to an entirely new place, especially going from being an angel to a deadly sin

so he cherished those moments in his heart, but he was hesitant to ask you more about your childhood, afraid that the memories, while happy, would also make you homesick

he cares for you so much, don't ever think otherwise <3

"...i skipped class so many times because i slept in - and like, usually i'd just show up late, but i had decided that i will never be that loser who ran to class. if i was gonna show up late, i'd show up looking good. so i'd curl my hair and put on makeup if i was late. i'd be more late, but i'd look like a bad bitch."

belphegor

your "idgaf" personality reflects his quite well

the amount of times he's tried to skip school because of sleeping were too far to count

yet lucifer always forced him to take part in the daily academics activities

honestly sort of jealous of you

still, he gets over it quickly, though, when he sees the cute little crescents that your eyes form

can't help but not be mad at you

and now he knows the perfect person to go to when he wants to escape the world and take a big nap

maybe miss a few classes on the side with you :)

you're his special napping buddy

a/n: this was sorta ass but just ignore it

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arpmemething2 · 1 month

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Full House Sentence Starters

Send one for my muse’s reaction. Feel free to change pronouns as needed.

"Gee, your hair smells like melon. What are you using?"

"Why thank you!"

"Don’t say it if you don’t mean it."

"No way, Jose!"

"She signed up for Shop Class cause she thought it was taught at the mall."

"We have this thing here in America called a restraining order"

“I guess we’re not as old as we thought we were, are we now”

"You don't have to be hip and cool. You're spick and span."

"I hope you're not offended. But if you are, that's her father over there."

"Darling, I just hope you are alright. But if you are alright, I'll kill you."

"You got it, dude."

"The baby's sleeping like a baby."

" Did ya get the triple chocolate with pink frosting in the shape of a clown's face with a big cherry-red nose? Did ya, did ya, DID YA?"

"I'm just cleaning my rubber gloves."

"She had the most incredible hypnotic eyes, the face of an angel, the most amazing body."

"You got a bad attitude."

"I can't have chicken pox, I'm immune."

"That's not a big problem. A big problem is like... well... if your butt fell off."

"You've been in toon-town for 2 days. Now, start acting like a human being."

"Cut. It. Out!"

"Talk to me."

"You're immune to common sense."

"Disco will never die."

"Shame on you!"

"Duh!"

"You should take a drive through a car wash without your car."

"I'm stuck in a room full of eggheads. They're worse than eggheads, they're omelette-heads!"

"Well, pin a rose on your nose."

"Oh, puh-lease!"

"How rude!"

"Don't shake your head. Your story's read. It's time for bed. To bed, I said."

"I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you... Only you're not joining in."

"Jail break!"

"Now you can have ice cream and chocolate milk, no cookies."

"Elvis never made one golf movie."

"Boy, this is gonna be a fun night."

"Tell me something I don’t know!"

"This kid has been walking for three days and you haven't stopped taping her. I'll feel sorry for her when she starts potty training."

"She was choking on a bad piece of cheese, so I gave her the Hoover maneuver and sucked it out of her."

"'Sorry.' 'Sorry.' 'Sorry' doesn't change the fact that my chicken tetrazzini is ruined!"

"I had a traumatic experience with squash once. I ate one."

"Aw, nuts!"

"Have mercy!"

"You gotta be kidding."

"A telescope that can only see your face?"

"I think you're a little mixed up."

"We never clean at my house. We move in, trash the place for five years, then move out."

"Yeah, well I bet you won't be getting surprised tonight."

"You can't buy my vote... but you can rent it for an hour."

"I’ll stay home and watch public television."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Whoa, Baby!"

"Am I the raddest, baddest dad a kid ever had?"

"Oh, mylanta!"

"I tried, and I failed. I'm just glad I figured this out now, and not when I'm 46."

"Hey, you had your adventure and now I'm going to have mine"

"Watch the hair!"

"You. Are. Not. Welcome!"

"I am stoked! Whatever that means."

"Who wants white meat? Scratch the white meat. We have dark meat and really dark meat."

"You have the brain of a paramecium."

"I am not and I'm telling you said that."

"Hey, I thought we were going out for ice cream."

"I need that cake!"

"You’re in big trouble, mister."

"You can keep the drums, but the sticks have got to go."

"Like on 'Oprah!' People married to two people at the same time… oh my god, They are a botanist!"

"Happy birthday to me!"

"That’s not funny."

“I will never die”

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duaghterofstories · 1 month

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Masks

Day five of @tamlinweek 2024: Masquerade.

I kind of skip over the masquerade part, but I don't know how to write big dances.

Tamlin looked at the golden mask in the mirror.

“Are you sure about this?” asked Lucian, his silver mask pushed up his face, in his hair. “You know how She can be.” he said, not willing to say Amarantha’s name.

Tamlin sighed, running a hand over the ridge of the silver mask. He slid it slowly down over Lucian’s eyes. “No. But it’s the best option to not have to deal with her.”

“You know there will be no favorable outcome,” said Lucian. “She will come up with some way to get a hold over Spring. And you.”

Tamlin smiled and kissed Lucian softly. “It’ll be fine. Hopefully.”

Lucian sighed. “Hopefully.”

~~~~

Amarantha showed up late, which Lucian thought was pretty rude of her. Like, she called the ball and she couldn’t even be on time.

Tamlin did not bring up these thoughts to Lucian, not wanting to be on the other side of his best friend, and sometimes boyfriend’s, glare. He had no doubt that even behind his silver mask, Lucian could be brutal.

When Amarantha did arrive she smiled and asked Tamlin for a dance. With a worried glance to Lucian, he accepted.

However, as he danced with the Princess of Hybern, he could feel magic descending onto the room. He reached up and touched his mask, and his eyes widened at the fact that it was stuck.

He could hear some of his sentries noticing and growling at the feeling. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Lucian attempting to burn off his mask, but it was unaffected.

Tamlin backed up with wide eyes, looking at Amarantha.

Amarantha just smiled.

~~~~

The second Amarantha was gone, Lucian took a deep breath, clearly about to yell at Tamlin.

“It’s gonna be fine! You said!” he yelled, slapping Tamlin. “I swear to the Cauldron, you fucking idiot!”

“I gained us 50 years to find something to do!” said Tamlin, grabbing Lucian’s hand to check if there were any cuts from slapping the ridge.

Lucian scoffed. “And how many of our people will die before we can find someone to fall in love with you?”

Tamlin went quiet. Then he reached up and touched his mask.

“We’ll discuss this later.” said Tamlin. He looked around the hall. “Everyone, this is a party! We have been cursed, but the food is great, and we have 50 years to enjoy this life and live with masks! So eat, drink, and dance. Try and forget this drama, sorry for all of your lives kinda being ruined.” He gave some awkward thumbs up.

#pro tamlin #tamlin #tamlin acotar #acotar fic #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #tamlin week #tamlin week 2024

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arctrooper69 · 2 years

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If I Don't Make It Back Alive

Hardcase writes you a letter

A/N: I got the idea from Merida's (from the Disney movie Brave) scene in Once Upon a Time where she sees her father's soldiers writing letters home in case they die. I thought that the clone soldiers might do something similar if they had someone close to them. This may or may not be a series if people like it.

Warnings: General angst, mentions of war and death, 501st shenanigans. Also, I've never written Hardcase before so I hope I got him ok.

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Hey Babygirl,

I just wanna start off by being real cheesy and say that I love you and I miss you a whole lot. We've been busy, but not so busy we can't have a little fun. Fives and I put blue hair dye in Rex's shampoo the other day. You should have seen his face when he realized what we did! It was definitely worth the cleaning duty we got assigned when he finally caught us. I've never laughed so hard. I think Echo mighta peed a little. I think we all needed that (the laughing, not Echo peeing). Sorry...is that too weird? You told me I could say anything to you and you'd still love me so I hope that's true because I'm not that eloquent and with you being a lady I didn't wanna seem rude or anything.

But anyways, I guess I'm writing because we lost a lotta guys on this campaign and I just wanted you to have something just in case anything were to happen to me. I love you, my pretty girl. I hope you know that. I miss your smile and I miss waking up next to you. I hope you know that next time I see you, I'm gonna make sure you know exactly how much I love you...if ya know what I mean ;) Anyways, I just saw Jesse running after Fives with a stick so I'd better go see what they did this time. I love you, cyar'ika.

Your handsome soldier,

Hardcase

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hrodvitnon · 4 months

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*Near the end of the mission- the Titans have pulled off the impossible. They found Gigan, Abraxas bested him in combat, got from him the necessary failsafe they knew he had, and now they were trying to escape. Unfortunately- one of the groups was trapped. Godzilla, Rodan, Abraxas, Barb, and Tiamat were stuck in a room that had caught fire- likely from one of Abraxas's lightning attacks. The door was blocked by debris from the other side- and Godzilla banged on the door to get it to open while the fires licked at their backsides.*

Rodan: We're all gonna die, we're all gonna die, we're all gonna die, we're all gonna die, we're all gonna die, we're all gonna die...

Godzilla, Abraxas, and Tiamat: WOULD YOU QUIT IT?!

Rodan: IT'S TRUE! THIS WAS AN AWFUL IDEA! WHY DID I LET MYSELF BE TALKED INTO THIS??? God I'll never get to see the Sun again- feel the wind rushing past me in flight- never *mate* with anyone again! This is the end...

Godzilla: STOP BEING A DRAMA QUEEN AND HELP ME ALREADY!

Rodan: It's curtain call- requiem's playing- fat lady singing... Quick- I gotta get some stuff off my chest, guys.

Tiamat: Fucks sake.

Rodan: Abraxas- Vivienne- San- whatever the fuck you go by- I love you. Despite all the snipping and teasing and rudeness- we go together great and I love being around you and I really really really wanted to have more time with you.

Rodan: Barb- I was just being an asshole when I called you a bug that one time. I'm sorry- you looked really sad when I said it and I felt like I couldn't say sorry because that would make my tough guy masquerade come crumbling down and everyone would see me for the glorified hatchling I was- putting up a front and deflecting everything with humor and wit so I didn't have to feel things.

Rodan: Tiamat- you don't deserve all the shit people say about you behind your back. Yeah, you're kind of a slut; but that's cool- y'know? You don't give a shit and I think that's really respectable and I wish I could be like you and not have such a fragile ego. You're also funny and fun to be around- and I feel like no one ever tells you that, y'know?

Rodan: And Godzilla- I've always sorta thought you were hot.

Godzilla: ...what-

Rodan: FUCK, your roar, your body, DID I MENTION HOW GOOD YOU LOOK IN THE PINK?? I got on your ass for it, I know, I'm sorry- but god, you look good. You're also just real quiet and sweet when you wanna be and super calm most of the time and JESUS CHRIST, YOUR VOICE-

Barb: Uh- Rodan?

Rodan: -I tell ya, if you ever showed interest I would've bent over. In. A. Heartbeat. But... I never knew how to tell you this. You're just really intimidating all the time and whenever I talk to you I feel like you tune me out and never really listen as you just have that stone-cold look all the time and y'know me: Rodan, King of The Skies who needs nobody but himself to keep him company. But you seem like a cool guy... and I wanted to be better friends with you before...

Mothra: What the fuck.

Rodan: what-

*The rubble had been cleared and the door was open. On the other side was Dagon, Shimo, Mothra, Behemoth, and Kong; and they were all staring at Rodan with agape maws- along with everyone else.*

Rodan: ...shit.

Mothra: Got one for me in there?

Rodan: You guys just leave me here- I'll be dying of-

Godzilla/Abraxas/Tiamat/Barb: Absolutely not!

*Godzilla grabs Rodan and throws him over his shoulder as the gang runs down the now open hall, reunited with their friends.*

Oh, Rodan, you drama queen.

Dagon: Honestly, this is going much better than I expected, but how did you get the fail safe from Gigan?

Abraxas: Classified.

*five minutes earlier*

Abraxas: Give me the fail safe or I'll never let you record me being carved open like a turkey again.

Gigan: Oh, sweetheart, you'll have to do better than that.

Abraxas:

Abraxas: Hey, you know all those grotesque leather family tree things you have hung up in that hallway, like Clive Barker Bayeux Tapestries From Hell? The ones your followers made out of their skin and gave to you as offerings that will be added to with every generation?

Gigan: ...you didn't.

Abraxas: I did.

Gigan: No.

Abraxas: It was easy.

Gigan: You MONSTER, THE AMOUNT OF HISTORY IN THOSE TAPESTRIES! THE BLOOD AND SWEAT AND TEARS THAT WENT INTO FLAYING AND TANNING THEM!

Abraxas: And now they're all tilted.

Gigan: THAT FUCKING HALLWAY IS GOING TO GIVE ME SUCH A GODDAMN HEADACHE, YOU CARRION SPAWN FROM THE DARKEST PIT OF EVIL!!

#frostbite814 #abraxasverse #monarch shenanigans

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im-smart-i-swear · 5 months

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Does anyone among Funky Guys swear? Cause i can imagine it'd be like- Taks: Heck! Buddy: Dont fucking swear. Seriously where the fuck did you even learn that shitty language?? It is rude and I know the situation has gone to hell but doesnt mean we have to be assholes about it

bestie youre so right.. here have a shitty comic inspired by this for your troubles<3

a more detailed answer under the cut!

Buddy started to swear a lot early on bc he was an angry mess and lowkey an asshole and also Shiro propably tried to swear as little as possible most of the time, and now hes NOT Shiro anymore, so who cares? Theyre all gonna die bc of hunger or dehydration or get killed by hostile fauna soon anyway so what's the point

Tashi tries his best to not cuss and to discourage others from doing it, not really bc hes all that morally appalled by it but bc in most normal situations You Shouldnt Swear Around Children and hes trying very very hard to keep up a charade of normalcy(hes constantly swearing in his head tho. Screams FUCKING HELL internally every five seconds). eventually(after about 2 years) he gives up and stops giving a shit. His constant nagging DID work a little bit tho and buddy eventually starts to swear less and also substitute the cuss words with the more kid friendly versions(they make sure to look extremely displeased the whole time though)

Soup and stickbug know so many swears in multiple alien languages its insane. Soup doesnt speak much but stickbug uses swearing as a means to calm down when hes alone(imagine him screaming into a pillow). when he was younger he was always careful to only swear when the adults(mostly tashi) werent around, and for a good year whenever taks or taka would tattle on his cussing, tashi would wave it off bc stickbug doesnt swear!! hes too much of a good nice kid to do that!!!!! hes just a shy little guy:)(<- in reality he is trying his best to appear harmless and obedient in front of The Authority Figure bc thats his survival strategy.). eventually after a few long months he calms down and gets comfortable enough to gradually drop the act and starts swearing more often(still tries to limit it tho). dw tho in his 20s he starts to cuss profusely to make up for that

taks and taka both didnt know many swears at the beginning but they quickly started to pick up new ones(mostly bc of bud)(and stickbug. but tashi didnt believe taka when he admitted that he was the one who thaught him 'fuck' and thought he was covering for taks lmao). as kids do, they LOVE swearing, do it every chance they get. later taka mostly stops swearing aside from slip ups and hanging around w/ his siblings, but taks? she cusses every chance she gets and tashi can do nothing about it(and believe me, he tried).

eenek knows galran swear words and tried to learn earth ones back in the day from stick..... it ended with stick lying to them and making them think random english words are cusses to fuck with them. they dont realise whats going on until after having spent years muttering shit like 'hydrazine thrusters' and 'screwdriver' under their breath whenever they stubbed a toe<3

#my funky guys #ask #in conclusion: these bozos swear. A LOT.#and also stickbug is a very sneaky and goofy guy at his core. hes pretty good at lying too and uses that to fuck with everyone #he sometimes says the most batshit insane bullshit known to man with a completely straight face and doesnt elaborate #and nobody ever knows whether hes serious or not #ALSO also for once i did NOT forget her scar in the comic! it just takes place earlier in the timeline #yknow what. i think i want her name to be webby. i think it fits her.... im not 100% set on it yet but i think its a solid option #she WOULD name herself something like that #anyway thanks for asking bestie<33333 #and btw the stuff theyre roasting over the fire in the comic are supposed to be some sort of giant alien bugs:) yummy

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dumdumsun · 2 years

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To Nightfall

A/N: One of my favorites ❤️

Warnings: violence, alcohol, death, mentions of violence, racism and death

Word Count: 4701

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Chapter 14: The Thing in the Basement

Beautiful might have been one word to describe the Kugelblitz. Its fiery orange and red swirled together in a bright ball that created a wind around it. The Hargreeves families slowly approached it behind Fei, all in a silence filled with both fear and awe.

“Oh, wow.” Diego whispered out. Lila scoffed from beside Fei.

“That’s what took Stanley.”

Fei nodded. “Along with a few other billion people.”

“Yeah, who I didn’t know and don’t care about.”

“Right. So, it’s all about you.”

Five rolled his eyes as he made his way around the Kugelblitz to inspect it. “All of us are irrelevant. This thing’s gonna take the whole damn universe. What is it made of?”

“Micro black holes collapsing at increasingly short intervals.” Sloane answered.

“Then why aren’t we getting sucked inside?”

“Honestly, we don’t know. You shouldn’t exist here, and neither should this.”

“An impossibility for an impossibility.” He shook his head. “The universe is a sucker for balance.”

“Grace has been tracking the waves,” Fei informed. “Next one is due in three hours.”

Diego nodded from behind her. “Alright, so what do we do?”

“We trap it.” Sloane responded.

“Dyson sphere?” Five raised a brow.

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“Okay,” He clicked his tongue and stepped closer to her, crossing his arms over his chest. “Confinement factor?”

She cocked her head, surprised that he questioned her intelligence. “0.98 at peak energy flux.”

“Tensile strength?”

“UTS ceiling at ten thousand gigapascals.”

Lila grinned. “Should I be finding this hot?”

“No!” Diego and Luther exclaimed.

From where she was standing away from the group, against a wall with her arms crossed, Allison voiced herself. “What do you think, Five?”

He glanced at the Kugelblitz. “Could work. Or we could all die horribly.” He thought over what other choices they had, and ultimately he came up with nothing. So, he clicked his tongue again and shrugged. “I’m in.”

“You’re not the one we need.” Ben rudely said.

“Excuse you?” Allison furrowed her brows.

Before anything could get out of hand with Allison’s current attitude, Fei explained. “For this to work, we need Sloane, Lila, Christopher and-”

“Viktor.” She scoffed, pushing herself off the wall and beginning to head upstairs. “Of course.”

The younger (Y/N) watched her go, a sort of annoyance spiking in her. Allison was starting to get on her last nerve and she still had yet to truly talk to her since their argument at the hotel. It possibly was a bad idea going to speak with her, as it would most likely end in a screaming match, but no one but Viktor was talking sense into her. So, with a quiet word to Sparrow (Y/N) that she would return, she followed her sister upstairs. When she found Allison, she was standing at the bar, fishing a flask out of her pocket. When she noticed (Y/N) entering the room, she chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“Come to ask how I’m doing?” She turned to her with a smirk. (Y/N) shifted her jaw and shoved down her anger.

“Uh, no. Last time I did that, I was immediately snapped at.”

“Then why did you follow me?”

“Because you’re being a bitch right now and it’s starting to really piss me off.”

Allison raised her brows and quickly moved closer to her. “Oh, I’m being a bitch right now?!”

“Yeah, you are! And you clearly didn’t know because no one’s telling you, so I’m telling you. Is- Is this all you’re gonna do? Are you just gonna keep picking fights with everyone around you until you’ve got no one fighting alongside you? Because that’s what it looks like right now. I come over to you because I’m the only one to do it, a-and you fucking make me a villain.”

Eyes widening, Allison leaned down to look (Y/N) in the eye. “Because you are a villain. You don’t give shit about me. You don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself.”

“Oh, really?”

“Oh, really. Ever since Five came back from the future, it’s been all about you two. You’re always running after him on little side missions while the rest of us wonder where the hell you are, only for Five to make us feel like idiots for not knowing exactly what he’s up to. Like we aren’t doing shit to help fix a timeline that he brought us to. You two have got to be the most self-centered people I’ve ever met.”

(Y/N) pointed a finger at Allison as if to tell her to back off. “I better not ever hear you utter those words about Five ever again. He has done the most for this family. He went through decades of isolation to find a way to get back to us. He never gave up on us! He watched us die three times and saved all of us, knowing that you all would continue to be the most ungrateful pieces of shit-”

“Ungrateful! You’re one to talk.” Allison laughed, clapping her hands as she leaned back. “You wanna talk ungrateful? Let’s talk about you! I am always by your side. I stand beside you at your wedding, I show up to all of Michael and Jada’s birthdays, I hug you and I comfort you at Anthony’s funeral. I’m the only one who is there for you our whole lives, even after Five abandoned you-”

“Watch it-”

“And the second I get tired of it, you call me a bitch,” Her smile was wild as she shook her head. “Alright! Let’s tally all you’ve done for me. Where were you after Patrick divorced me?”

“At your side-”

“Where were you when I was fighting to get custody of Claire?”

“At your side-”

“Where were you when I found out Claire was gone?”

“Mourning my own kids-”

“When Viktor slit my throat?”

“Now wait a second.”

“When I was getting hate-crimed and beaten and humiliated on a daily basis-”

“I didn’t know where you were!!!” (Y/N) hollered, completely losing her temper at this point. “I thought you were gone! I thought you were dead! What was I supposed to do?! I waited for you in that alleyway! I was hate-crimed and beaten and humiliated! Stop acting like I didn’t go through a single thing in the sixties!”

Allison scoffed and crossed her arms, turning away from her sister. (Y/N) narrowed her eyes and tilted her head as she remembered something.

“Where were you when I was locked in that room, forced to look for Five? You all knew where I was. So, why didn’t you try to help me? Where were you when I was making imaginary friends in the dark because I had no one else to talk to? Where were you when I was beating my head into the cement walls just to make sure I was still real?! Where were you when Viktor was beating the shit out of me?! When he gave me these scars!”

“I stopped him!”

“Yeah, after I went unconscious!”

(Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat. She’d be damned if Allison would see how much she was upsetting her. She would not cry in front of her. When she said she was tired of crying, she meant it. For years, she’s cried and cried for something that wasn’t coming back. She feared that Allison was one of them, that in this moment, she was losing her sister. Her best friend. But if finally making her feelings known and screaming at someone was what tore them apart, then so be it. (Y/N) was tired of biting her tongue.

With a deep breath, she leaned closer to Allison, a glint in her eye. “Don’t make an enemy out of me, Allison.” She quietly hissed. “You don’t want that.”

Allison scoffed with an eye roll. “And why not?”

“Because if I’m not in your corner, you won’t know where I’m coming from.”

And with that, (Y/N) spun around and walked out of the parlor, back down to the basement. Just as she reached the last step, Lila and Ben were heading upstairs, both with different agendas. She ignored them and went to stand beside Five, who worriedly looked at her.

“Hey.” He gently rubbed her shoulder. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She quirked her brows. “Peachy.”

“You can talk to me, Starlight.” He lowered his voice. “You’re upset. What happened?”

(Y/N) took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Allison.”

“I see.”

“We got into this huge argument. Again. I-I don’t know, there’s only so much I can do with her. But it’s like no matter what I do or say, no matter how nice or how mean I am, it’s nothing to her.” She shut her eyes tight. “She’s hurting, Five. I’ve never seen her like this. She’s… destructive in more ways than one. I think she’s really gonna hurt one of us at some point. More than with me and more than with Viktor.”

Five exhaled through his nose and nodded in understanding. (Y/N) pecked his cheek with her lips before walking over to her Sparrow self, who was facing a wall, her forehead resting against it. Umbrella (Y/N) gently set a hand on her back, causing her to turn her head in her direction.

“Hey.” The Sparrow croaked out.

“What’s going on?”

“Just trying not to have a mental breakdown, is all.”

“Do you need anything? Is there something I can do-”

“No,” She shook her head with a twitching smile. “I’ll be alright.”

(Y/N) knew herself better than she knew herself, and she could tell when she was lying. Sparrow (Y/N) was doing the same thing she always did, shoving her feelings into her sternum for the benefit of everyone else. She was forcing back tears and telling herself to get over it, that she’ll be fine. But she knew better.

Everyone’s attention was brought to Viktor, who had made his way to the basement. After him, Five led Allison and Lila down. (Y/N) made sure to keep her eyes away from her sister as Sloane, Lila and Viktor surrounded the Kugelblitz and Christopher hovered above it.

“Okay, how do we start?” Viktor asked Sloane.

“Have you ever moved a nest of bees?”

“No, because that’s weird.” Lila raised a brow.

“You can’t just pick it up. You have to keep the nest calm while you build a box around it, and then you trap it.”

From above, Chris spoke. Sloane nodded before holding her arms out to the side and levitating. She activated her power and let it work on the Kugel. “One of those black holes inside is vibrating at a different rate.” Fei informed.

“I can feel them.” Viktor looked at her.

“Good. Whatever happens, don’t let them speed up or change, or everything will blow.”

“Don’t shake the bees. Got it.”

His blue light shone from his chest, summoning his own force field to surround the ball of fire, holding his hands out to keep it still. Fei turned to Lila. “Lila, when you’re ready, do exactly like Viktor.”

Lila nodded before mimicking his power, her blue light shining and her own force field summoning around his as she held her hands out as well.

“Hey,” Luther whispered to Ben as he looked up at Sloane. “What’s she doing?”

“Using its own gravity to condense it.”

“That’s pretty cool, huh?” He grinned. When Ben turned to him in disinterest, his smile fell.

From the stairs, a figure slowly made their way down towards the group.

“You didn’t tell me you were building a prison for god.”

“Mom?”

“You have no right to do that.”

Luther frowned at her. “We’re a little busy here, Grace.”

“The day of vengeance was in my heart…”

He slowly walked over to her along with Diego. “What are you talking about?”

“...and my year of redemption hath come.”

To everyone’s shock and horror, Grace aimed a flamethrower straight at them and set it off. Those who weren’t working on the Kugel jumped out of the way of the angry flames that threatened to catch them as Grace repeated the bible verse in a more distorted robotic voice.

“The day of vengeance was in my heart, and my year of redemption hath come.”

Sparrow (Y/N) yelped when she was almost hit, but Five tackled her to the ground before she could be set on fire. His eyes searched for his wife and he found her hidden behind a wall with Diego’s arms tightly wrapped around her for safety. When Grace turned the flamethrower solely on Luther, Diego jumped out of cover.

“Hey, Mom, Mom, Mom!” He called out. Grace turned off her weapon and aimed it at him. “It’s Diego. Don’t make us hurt you.”

Grace tilted her head, no sign of the sweet and caring mother she was to them before. “The day of vengeance was in my heart…” She fired her weapon at him, (Y/N) quickly pulling him away. “...and my year of redemption hath come!”

Diego patted out the flames that were on his arm. When Lila had heard his scream, she reverted her focus to him, weakening her hold on the force field. “Lila, I need you.” Sloane called out, forcing her to turn back around and continue her work.

Five’s eyes locked on Grace and as soon as she wasn’t aiming at him, he blinked behind her and grabbed hold of her. Before she could do anything, he blinked them to the entryway of the mansion. He placed one hand atop her head and the other one on her chin.

“Nothing personal.”

With a grunt, he snapped her neck until her head had turned in the opposite direction, her one-eyed gaze stuck on one place. Before she could fall to the ground, Five caught her and gently set her on the stairs, watching her in confliction as her robotic voice sang a hymn as her final words.

“Onward

Christian soldiers

Marching

As to war”

He shook his head as her eyes rolled back and she went limp. Downstairs, Sloane had successfully condensed the Kugelblitz into a much smaller size before looking up at her cubed brother. “Christopher, now!”

With a garbled response, he broke apart into several chunks, surrounding Lila and Viktor’s force fields. The three others strained as they kept their holds intact. Christopher circled the ball much like planets orbiting the sun before he reformed himself around it. The room went quiet aside from the other three panting as they let go of their powers. Sloane let her feet touch the floor and watched her brother carefully as Five blinked between her and his wife.

“Did it work?”

Sloane sighed out and grasped Luther’s hand. “Next Kugel wave in three…”

Everyone backed away.

“Two…”

Five protectively put an arm out in front of (Y/N).

“One.”

Christopher shook as they waited for something, anything. They all deflated when he let out a squeak of flatulence, followed by a garbled apology. The Hargreeves all looked around in relief that they had done it. They saved the world.

Within minutes, everyone returned to the parlor. They celebrated their victory by popping open their many bottles of champagne and dancing to music. It was the most alive the group had felt in days. These two families that had once hated each other, victoriously bonding as one in the home they all once suffered in.

(Y/N) let Fei fill her glass before going to her Sparrow self, who was grooving to the beat on her own. Grabbing her by the hand, she pulled her with the rest of the family and danced with her. Ben turned his sister around and started a dance battle with her, which she immediately caught onto. Her dance partner taken from her, Umbrella (Y/N) moved over to Lila, who had just rejected a drink from Fei. She took note of that as well before she grabbed her hand and spun her in a circle.

From the side, Viktor softly smiled at the lot of them, not engaging in the celebration. He looked to Allison, who was already looking at him. His smile fell as he ducked his head down, Allison pushing herself off the wall and walking out of the parlor, a bottle of champagne in her hand.

Viktor sighed in defeat and was just about to leave when (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his middle and dragged him with the family. Reluctantly, he gave in and danced with his sister. She cheered when she caught sight of Lila bringing a half-smiling Five onto the dance floor. Sometime during their little party, she found him dancing with Sparrow (Y/N), which warmed her heart. She just had to join them.

After everything they had been through, it felt nice for (Y/N) to just dance with her brothers, no matter how bad Luther and Diego’s moves were. For a second, they felt like a real family again. When the alcohol ran low and everyone’s energy drained, they all dispersed into different parts of the house. The (Y/N)s headed to her room to cool down, Five informing his wife that he was going to check on Viktor. The young girl watched her adult self lower herself onto her throne and exhale in content. She gently smiled at her, glad that she was at ease for once.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” She started. “How do you do the… duplicating thing?”

“Oh,” The Sparrow sat up and motioned her closer, picking up a pillow off her bed once the girl was sitting down. “I swear, it’s as easy as it looks. You just have to know you can do it. I didn’t know until I was maybe twenty. The key is focusing on the material. Watch how I duplicate this pillow.”

The young (Y/N) watched closely as the older one curled her fingers to grab at the pillow, only she didn’t. Her fingertips simply brushed over the material and just as she pulled her hand away, an exact copy of the pillow was pulled from the original. The same color, the same size, the same design.

“See?” She smiled. “Now you try.”

Umbrella (Y/N) reached her hand out and glided her fingers across the pillow, but when she curled her fingers and pulled her hand up, nothing happened. She frowned in confusion. “What? I-I don’t get it.”

“You have to act like you’re actually physically pulling a pillow from this pillow. It’s the same way I pull my clones from my shadow. Actually grab at the femtometers of nothing between you and the material. Don’t pull your hand up until your index finger and thumb have touched again. Okay? Try again.”

The girl did the same thing she did before, but as she was told, she curled her fingers until they touched before she slowly pulled her hand up, another copy of the pillow rising with it. Her eyes widened. “Oh, shit, that is so cool!”

“Isn’t it?” The Sparrow grinned. “You know how many things I duplicated once I mastered that?”

The two of them shared a laugh. When it died down and it was quiet once again, the Sparrow was staring down at her lap, any trace of happiness vanishing from her face. Umbrella (Y/N) hated to see her that way. She was much more lively when they first met, but ever since she was shot, she had never been the same.

“Hey.” She gently touched her knee. “What’s going on with you? You know, even though we met a few days ago, I know a lot about you. And I can tell that you’re hiding something. So, what is it?”

The woman inhaled deeply and softly closed her eyes. “Ever since that day at our mom’s… I’ve been feeling… detached.”

“Detached? From, like, your family?”

“From myself.”

“What do you mean?” The Umbrella frowned.

“Like, something in me doesn’t wanna listen to myself. Since I was a teenager, all I’ve ever done is what I’m told. And I’ve always hated it, always. But now…”

Umbrella (Y/N) watched herself become more jittery, picking at her skin and shaking her head.

“Now I don’t feel like I’m… I-I feel like I need someone to tell me what to do, like I can’t do so much as walk around unless someone tells me to do it. I- My body doesn’t feel like- Like it’s-”

“It’s okay,” The Umbrella gently took The Sparrow’s tear-stricken face in between her hands, her eyes meeting her watery ones. “It’s gonna be okay, (Y/N). I’m gonna help you, okay?”

“Okay.” She blubbered.

“We’re gonna figure this out. Say it. Say we’re gonna figure this out.”

“We’re gonna figure this out…”

The two embraced each other, the older of them sniffling as she tried to compose herself. On the floor below, Five knocked on the door of Reginald’s room before opening it, spotting Viktor sitting alone on the sofa.

“Hey, want some company?”

“Sure.”

Five nodded and closed the door, making his way over to Reginald’s desk to retrieve his cigars. “That was really nice of you,” Viktor said. “Kill Mom so Diego didn’t have to.”

He paused. “My god. We are a weird family, aren’t we?”

Viktor hummed as Five walked over to a chair beside the sofa, taking a seat. “Sorry. Yeah, I heard it as I said it.”

“It’s alright.” He lightly chuckled, setting the box on the table and picking out one of the cigars.

“What are we gonna do about Allison?” Viktor asked as he sat up.

“We’re all worried about Allison, but… I’m scared for you.”

“Seriously?”

Five sat back and looked at his brother like his mind was made up. “Yeah.”

“She killed someone. I was just trying to do the right thing and save Harlan’s life.”

“Do you know why I wanted this last jump to work so badly?”

“Because you’re old and tired?”

“Because I slaughtered a boardroom full of people to buy our way back here.”

Viktor stared at him in shock, but Five saw the underlying expression that he was afraid for any of his siblings to look at him with had they found out. Fear. “Shit…”

Five looked away for a second before sitting up straight. “Little advice from someone who’s been there? Don’t do the math. That equation does not exist. There’s no ‘save five Harlans for every two Claires’ formula. People like us, we will never… save enough lives to make up for the ones that we take.”

“I don’t accept that.”

“Then you’ll drown. This is the price of being powerful. Sometimes we step on ants. And the sooner you face that, the safer we’ll all be.”

Viktor narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re very dangerous, Viktor Hargreeves. The decisions you make impact the entire world. So, no matter how benevolent they may seem, you don’t get to make them alone.”

A brief silence passed by with Viktor staring down at his feet and Five watching him before the latter continued. “You know what they call a superhero who works alone and doesn’t listen to anybody? A villain.”

Viktor slowly looked up at him. “I am not a villain, Five.”

“And Viktor, I hope to god you never will be. But that remains to be seen.”

Five stood from the chair and set the cigar down, no longer in the mood to smoke. He looked down at his brother with a softer expression as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “No more going rogue. If you ever need anything, I’m always here for you.”

Then his face hardened. “But lie to us again… Viktor, I’ll kill you myself.”

In the parlor, Ben and Fei were having a drink as Christopher floated above them, winding down after their party. Ben reached over to pour his sister a glass of champagne. “I’m glad we made peace. It all worked out.”

“Yeah,” Fei sat back in her chair. “But we’re definitely killing them in the morning, right?”

Christopher garbled something to her.

“And Chris has dibs on knife boy.”

“No one is killing anyone.” Ben quietly said. Fei frowned.

“Why not? We followed your plan, merged the families, saved the world. We don’t need them anymore.”

“I’m not done yet.”

“Done what?”

He smirked after taking a sip of his drink. “That’s between me and Dad.”

She slowly sat forward. “You made a deal with Dad?”

“Maybe.”

Fei went quiet for a second in thought before standing up. “Fine. I’m done.”

“Sit down.”

“No. We don’t recognize your authority anymore. (Y/N) was right, you’re a terrible leader with no loyalty to anyone but yourself.”

Ben looked absolutely offended at that, in shock that his sister would say such a thing about him. “She said that?”

“To my face.”

“Well, you don’t speak for Christopher.”

Their cubed brother turned to Ben and garbled something out, causing him to shoot up out of his chair and for Fei to snicker. “Really, dude?! I’m Number One. You’ll do as I say when I say it.”

“Not anymore,” She whispered before turning to Chris. “Here’s to a new life without this dickhead.”

Chris responded to her before she clinked her glass against one of his corners. The clinking resonated throughout the room, but neither paid attention as she downed the rest of her drink. Suddenly, Christopher began to shake as the light within him peeked through his newly-formed cracks.

“Christopher, what’s wrong?” Fei asked as he continued cracking.

“Back away, Fei.” Ben put an arm out, but she only held a hand up to her brother in distress.

“Chris, it’s going to be okay.”

“Fei!”

“I’m going to help you. Just-”

Her words were cut short when the Kugelblitz within Chris broke loose, sending him to his demise and consuming Fei just as it did its other victims. Ben crashed to the ground before the ball of fire could get to him, unconscious. A blast of a wave burst from it, destroying everything outside the Academy at a much quicker rate than it had before, alerting everyone within the house.

The (Y/N)s jumped up at the rumbling of the house. “Oh, shit.” The Umbrella whispered. “It’s happening.”

“We gotta get out of here!” The Sparrow cried out, watching in agony as the ceiling caved in and blocked her door. Her antiques were no doubt destroyed. “Quick! The window!”

Umbrella (Y/N) ran over to the window and opened it, bolting down the fire escape as she pulled her double with her. Unfortunately, the stairs were also impacted in the blast and the weight of them and their footsteps caused it to creak and fall apart. The two screamed as they fell through the air, smacking into the alley below.

“Fuck…” The Umbrella coughed as she held her side in pain. “(Y/N)? A-Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” The Sparrow wheezed.

“(Y/N)?! (Y/N), where are you?!” She heard a familiar voice. The girl quickly stood and helped her double up before they ran out onto the sidewalk, where everyone else was hurrying away from the crumbling house. Five, who was holding an unconscious Ben, could’ve cried at the sight of his wife. “(Y/N)!”

“Five!” She ran over to him, engulfing him in a hug. The two shared a short kiss before he wrapped an arm tightly around her waist. “We need to go!”

Five nodded and looked around, the scene very familiar to him. This wasn’t the first time he and his family would have to escape after their house went into shambles. “Hey! Everyone! Regroup at the hotel!” He called before adjusting the two people in his arms and blinking away.

“(Y/N)!” Sloane called to her sister, running up to her and grabbing her hand. “Come on! Come on, let’s go!”

With one last look at the only home she had ever known, (Y/N) let her sister pull her away from the fiery orb looming over them.

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sleep-can-wait · 1 year

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The Stars Below Us - College AU Part 2

Ok, so I know I promised to do the vending machine part in Aru's POV but her brain was dead and she didn't really know what she was doing then, so I decided to instead fast-forward to confession time, which is months later.

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Aru's POV:

Aru panted, inhaling sharp, cold air that made her lungs sting.

"Whose idea was it to climb Stone Mountain again?" She gasped. Aiden, who was bent over next to her, trying to catch his breath, glared at her.

"Pretty sure it was you, Shah. Didn't you say you wanted to go somewhere special and tell me something?" Aru felt her face burn. Tonight was the night she planned on confessing about her crush to him.

So she decided to take Aiden to the one place where they could see the stars in Atlanta. But what if he said no? She slapped her cheeks.

Get a grip, Shah. It doesn't matter what he says, this will be good for your state of mind. You can grow a beard when he rejects you and move to a different country. Plus your mental insanity could decrease and you might even stop talking to yourself. Aru huffed.

"Whatever." Then a sly look entered her eyes and she smirked. "Race you to the top! Last one there gets to be Brynne's taste-testing guinea pig!" Then she took off and ran up the mountain like her life depended on it; because it did.

"Hey! That's not fair!" Aiden raced after her, camera swinging near his hip. Aru could practically smell the top of the mountain, she could certainly see it. However, she could also see that Aiden was gaining on her.

Just ten more steps! She squeezed her eyes shut, adrenaline pumping through her veins, as she lunged and threw herself at the make-believe finish line. Aiden was five seconds too late.

"And I win! Beat it, snob." She cheered. Aiden rolled his eyes and flopped down next to Aru, who lay on the grass, looking ridiculous, but still grinning triumphantly.

"You cheated and you know it, troll. You had a big head start." Aiden complained, looking disgruntled, but he didn’t sound mad.

"Whatever floats your boat, Wifey." He made a rude gesture at her, then started fiddling with Shadowfax. They lay on the grass on top of Stone Mountain, not saying anything and ignoring the weird looks people gave them. Both were lost in thought. When Aru finally sat up, however, she gasped in dismay.

"Where are the stars?" The sky was completely devoid and looked like a black expanse of nothing. Now what was she supposed to do? She had a whole speech planned and everything, and the monologue mostly included the keyword 'stars'. Wait. What were the words again? Aru started panicking when she realized she had forgotten her entire speech.

"Shah?" Aiden asked softly, looking at her in concern as she covered her face with her hands.

"The thing I was supposed to tell you.... no, never mind. I dragged you all the way up here so we could look at the stars, I know how much you love scenic views. It was a really hard climb, but they said it's worth it when you see the bejeweled night sky. But it was all for nothing."

"But there are stars here."

"What?" Aiden stood up and helped Aru do the same, before walking towards the edge of the mountain with the other in tow.

"Look." He pointed down, and Aru saw what he was pointing at. The city lights twinkled like thousands upon thousands of stars, glowing like scattered gems. Her breath hitched and she turned towards Aiden, who was smiling and already taking pictures. So there really were stars below the night sky.

Aru leaned forward on the railing, letting the cold from the metal seep into her and ground her. She took a deep breath in, then let it out. She was going to confess, right here, right now. Fuck the speech she had spent hours on through blood, sweat, and tears. She would do this the typical Aru Shah way.

She opened her mouth, then quickly shut it. Nope, nope, nope. No way was she gonna tell Aiden she liked him. She didn't want to move to another continent, the ice cream here was to die for. Not to mention her mom would kill her.

Just when she was about to make an excuse and vamoose, Aiden turned to her. And in his eyes, Aru saw there were more stars out there than the ones in the sky and lighting up the city.

"You know, with you, every day is so strange and random. Like today, I planned on sitting back and relaxing until you came and challenged me to a last-minute hike. I find myself doing things I usually never do." Aru swallowed.

"Oh. Do you- do you dislike it?" Aiden thought for a moment.

"No." Aru took her time calming her mind and burying her negative thoughts, before sighing and blowing a strand of her hair out of her face.

"Well, I guess it's the same for me. Around you, every day becomes weird and bizarre and extraordinary and mystifying and every synonym in between. But I like those weird days. So, do you want to continue having weird days with me?" She asked, smiling despite her internal conflict.

Aiden looked at her in surprise, mouth opening slightly, causing Aru to laugh gently. "If you need a translation: I'm asking if you want to go out with me?" Welp, now you've done it. Time to skedaddle. She clenched her hands, ready to run to the nearest train that would get her off this planet when Aiden's stunned expression morphed into a gorgeous smile.

"Yes."

"... Uh?" Aiden chuckled softly at Aru's flabbergasted look.

"Yes, I would like to go out with you." She laughed in exhilaration and slight confusion.

"I hope you know what you are getting into," Aiden smirked, looking just as thrilled as Aru, before reaching over and squeezing her hand.

"I don't. But I can't wait to find out. Besides, isn't that what dating's about?" This earned another breathless laugh from Aru.

"Wise words, Wifey. You are learning how to smooth talk from the best, after all."

"Sure, whatever floats your boat, Shah." Aru scowled.

"Oh, shut up." Regardless, she didn't let go of his hand.

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Again, let me know what you all think, and if I should do a part 3! Constructive criticism is welcome. And yes I think Aru will be the one to get down on one knee. This story was rushed so maybe not the best, plus I suck at confessions.

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sugarywishes · 10 months

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My final (and selfish) thoughts/rant about The RUIN DLC (And about the Steelwool Era ig) (spoilers)

PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IS LITERALLY JUST MY STUPID OPINION!! You are allowed to agree or disagree, but in all honesty I don't care just don't be rude about it and we'll be cool 😎👍

I ain't gonna lie y'all,,,

The new FNAF storyline is like, a little lame.

Since it's been a few weeks since RUIN came out, I've accepted the fact that yeah, Peepaw Afton is dead, Michael is dead, and now we have new characters and plot ideas.

Which I don't generally mind! FNAF should've totally ended at Pizzeria Simulator (with UCN as a epilogue game). And technically speaking it did end!

And I would've loved to see a new storyline in the franchise!

But oh. Oh Steelwool, I love y'all, you're wonderful for introducing the Glamrocks and Gregory and Cassie and the new set of characters

But why, why are you using stuff from the BOOKS?? 😭😭 more specifically THE MIMIC???

In case you haven't heard, the Mimic entity from the Five Nights At Freddy's book series 'Tales From The Pizzaplex', what it is basically, is FNAF's own Frankenstein's monster. (Super mentally ill dude creates a monster maybe from grief, depends who you ask, then the monster kinda goes haywire after mistreatment from the creator, monster murder rampage ensues!!)

Which on paper is cool and all

But man, IT ISN'T A COOL VILLAIN!!

I'm just gonna admit it! The Mimic as both a character and antagonist isn't neat! I don't find myself being intrigued to the new storyline Scott is following (I dare even say he is just winging it at this point, I'll forever ponder what the original SB storyline was,,,)

For starters, what motive does the Mimic have? What drives it to do what it wants?

Let's use William for example (sorry, not a Will defender but he's an iconic villain), for the longest time in the fandom, we've been assuming he was a child murderer for fun. His motives were simply for amusement, he's a sick rat bastard who wanted to see what killing felt like and he became addicted to it, ala Freddy Kruger or something.

But something far more interesting is when his backstory was revealed (or as revealed as it'll ever be, bless those fan creators who truly carry the fnaf lore with their interpretations) with the Afton family, his history with Henry and that he was a Co-Founder of what is now Fazbear Entertainment (and the mini games!!)

Now the debatingly popular opinion about William is that he was obsessed with immortality, he discovered (probably from Elizabeth or Evan possessing robots) that souls can live on beyond death, he discovered Remnant from that, he killed children to collect more and it backfired on him when he died. But what? He's still alive technically?? Alright!

And then the whole fnaf thing continues because he just doesn't want to die, he always comes back. (Probably metaphorical at this point, but it's funnier and cooler to mean it literally, he's basically a cockroach)

Of course, there's other interpretations of William, like how he was always mentally deranged anyways, it only took one of his children (Evan?) dying, and his sanity plummeted down and down, more bad things occurred to him, and he totally snapped which lead to everything. (I personally love this version of FNAF, it's more dramatic and like- angsty? It's just more narratively tragic yk)

And any rendition of Afton is cool! They make him a scary, interesting villain, which is what he is (suppose to be). The revealed lore about him let's us add onto it to expand his characterization more!

But the Mimic...what does he want again?

Oh, it just likes killing people because...it can? Uh, sure whatever

It's fair to use the argument of 'his creator shunned him and he witnessed the original MCI murders, which caused him to mimic Afton's murderous personality', like he was some fucked up Pinocchio.

But to that I say, that's boring! Because, it's just copying William. It's a MIMIC. It doesn't have it's own character or personality or goals because it is a ROBOT, programmed to copy the behavior of humans (before someone gives me shit about copy and mimic being two different words, they are LITERALLY synonyms!! They mean the same things! Or at least extremely similar)

So basically speaking, the Mimic is literally WILLAM AGAIN! But it's a less cool, boring version of him that's not technically him, it's a watered down version of the previous antagonist!! A CHEAP COPY??

This thing doesn't have an actual motive or plan or goal, it's an intelligent murder machine. Who is presumably just killing because of Edward Cullen, or whatever his creator's name was (or cause of its programming, but that's just as unimaginative) nor does it have a personality that can at least make us engaged with it as a character

Like sure, I don't mind having new antagonists, but why use a BORING robot who not only is described as an unkillable super monster who can brutally kill everyone without trouble like he's a stupid creepypasta OC, but we have far cooler ideas for a villain than an ENDO ROBOT! Like say, oh I dunno, the Fazbear Entertainment CEO? The one everyone has been theorizing about constantly? Who knows who he is! Phone Dude? Sammy Emily?? (Kinda hoping it's none of the previous)

Or just have the company itself be evil! We have countless of options for new opposing forces who are cunning and frightening (like how Vanny should've been, mind controlled villains were fine but it would've been interesting to let her have more screentime,,,)

Anyways, moving on from the topic of the Mimic, I'm also super upset about the idea that, since the stupid Mimic is canon, ALL the TFTP books can be canon. Which means GGY is canon, which means people can tie Greg in with Gregory, WHICH ALSO MEANS people have an actual valid excuse to antagonize him! Again!!

'OooOo I knEW he wAS EVIL thiS WHOle tiME THe booKS CONfirmED IT' Bro, SHUT UP!! Please! Leave this child alone!!

Ever since Security Breach came out I've seen so many people constantly calling Gregory the secret villain, or that he's as vile as Afton

he's like- 12 you guys. He's probably still in 6TH GRADE! If not then 7th, even then, stop comparing him to Satan or whatever, the animatronics were literally attempting to murder him? Just because they were sentient does not make them less of a threat lmao

And I've seen people saying that GGY was Gregory, but he was manipulated or possessed by the Mimic/Glitchtrap (I'll get into that stupid thing in a minute) and to that I say, fine I guess? But most importantly how?? When?? How did he escape his control??

Also AHEM. This is a good time to discuss the fact that it's very likely that Burntrap is actually the Mimic, and unfortunately, so is Glitchtrap.

I don't give a rats ass about Burntrap, so if Mimic was confirmed to be him, I'll accept it. Maybe (I personally think Burntrap should've just not existed, and I already have him as non canon in my AUs so I would've been down for this!)

But Glitchtrap. GLITCHTRAP. Are you kidding me?? The Mimic gets to be 2 VERSIONS OF WILLIAM??

Look, I'm still really, REALLY hoping Glitchtrap and the Mimic are different entities, I will buy every single bit of stupid FNAF merchandise if it means they can be two different characters

And you wanna know something? I 100% believe that maybe, Burntrap and Glitchtrap were literally just meant to be William again. But oh boy, the backlash to this idea scared the shit outta everyone involved, which is why they decided to pull from the books, and they had a villain available who isn't totally unique enough to add in and confuse people more, but who technically counts as a new character who can act like an old one, the Mimic.

Which sucks. Imagine what could've been if they kept Will as Glitchtrap. William managed to escape his personal hell (or he made a digital ghost/version of himself) and now, he can achieve digital immortality, he no longer craves a physical body, hence why Glitchtrap exists. (I also think it wouldve been neat if the only way Glitchtrap could continue existing is by remnant/agony, and since he couldn't do it physically he started possessing the beta testers from Help Wanted to become minions for murder to collect it)

Or better yet, retcon Glitchtrap? Ya know, it doesn't make a lot of sense that a robot, created in the 1980s could become a virus that can control and brainwash people. Even the robots that Henry and William created before they died were a little realistic. They weren't hyper intelligent murder machines (not counting the Funtimes) they were regular animatronics that were possessed by the spirits of dead kids. Which is why they were murderous and walked around at night. It's not like Fredbear could eventually control a computer and virus-ize himself (is that even a real word??)

Edwin was no Albert Einstein. Back then technology was severely limited, so how did the Mimic find out how to put itself digitally as Glitchtrap? Did it 'mimic' a computer virus and simultaneously William/Springbonnie too?? Is the Mimic a program itself and not just a robot?

I'm getting ahead of myself (I need to wrap this up soon 😭😭) so I'll come to my last part of my rant

Now these don't...feel like FNAF games. Sure, the main gameplays back then were mostly just cameras and jumpscares, and the only way we even got lore was through Atari styled arcade games. But that was the charm!

Back then there were barely any horror games that were formatted the way the OG fnaf games were, that's what made it stand out! And that's exactly why so many different mascot horror games try and overtake FNAF's success, and SB and RUIN...Feel just like those other mascot horror games.

Cleary they are using a new style for the new Steelwool era, which I respect. It'll take a real long time to get used to (Not even kidding, whenever I watched a RUIN let's play, it looked like they were playing ALIEN or a generic Sci-Fi action game)

Speaking of Sci-Fi in FNAF, I thought Sister Location was techy, but this game sure proved me wrong!

Uhh...why does the V.A.N.N.I mask even exist? Apparently it's used by employees (so it's not Vanessa's mask) but why the hell would Fazbear Entertainment make a weird ass mask like that? Wouldn't they go all out and just use Freddy as the base instead of some random bunny? (Presumably they don't know how Vanny looks like)

And also, how are we able to just- traverse though the walls?? Are we gonna get a canon explanation?? How can we teleport??? How can Helpi just implant something into us?? What?!?! Are we magical now? Did FNAF just traverse into fantasy at this point

Why are there security nodes in the robots? More importantly, why is the 'final node' in Roxy? I know the robotics and engineering of these games are inaccurate and insane, but at this point it's almost comically ridiculous! Who would think of such an inconvenient way to place security nodes??

And from what I'm hearing, M.X.E.S was created by Gregory and Vanessa, which in concept is awesome as hell

But I ask again, HOW??? Even if both of them were possessed and gained new skills or whatever, they aren't the most techy people I know. Gregory managed to repair Freddy because he was given instructions, and Vanessa?? Like okay she can hijack robots so I believe that maybe she can do it 🤷‍♀️

I swear this game might actually leave me more questions than answers, even more than Security Breach! I probably have a few more complaints in the back of my head, but in all honesty, I know I'm just gonna have to accept the fact that this is how FNAF will continue, and I'll have to get used it (it's actually starting to grow on me the more weeks go by!)

Hopefully I'll end up enjoying the way it turns out once more is revealed in the next games :) (I'd forgive this game if they only hadn't use the Mimic,,,make up a new character for your games :( )

TLDR: Make ME in charge of the FNAF franchise⁉️⁉️💥💥

#fnaf #five night's at freddy's #five nights at freddys #five nights at freddy’s #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #steelwool #security breach #ruin dlc #fnaf ruin #fnaf ruin dlc #fnaf rant #fnaf post #rant #fnaf opinion #please let cassie live im begging you 🙏🙏#ruin spoilers

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(Fic Request) FumiIyo go out for ice cream.

I put way too much thought into the existence of ice cream within Mugenri for a simple fluff with light angst fic lol. Why am I even surprised, knowing me?

(TW: Just References to Iyo-san's Tragic Past for this one. Because this is me writing this lol. Otherwise, it's a fairly straightforward fluff fic.)

The Ice Cream Merchant

The ice cream merchant only comes around once every five year.

A shadowy legend to children everywhere, the merchant goes from village to village, region to region, distributing a strange cold, sweet cuisine those who had visited them had only called "ice cream". With colder sweets being quite the rarity this far away from Devanagara for the peasantry, the merchant often draws in crowds by the tenfolds. For some, it will be the only time they get to taste anything like it.

...Or at least, that's how Fumikado had described it to them. It was also why Iyozane was not back home lounging around in the river, and instead standing behind a long crowd of children and curious adults.

So far, Iyozane couldn't see what all the fuss was about. This guy looked like just another merchant with their bright and colorful stand, if one that specialized in what may be a pretty rare product. But even with that in mind, they weren't holding their breath.

Merchants are complete and utter parasites, funneling away money that could've gone to hardworking individuals for themselves. And so far, this one seemed to be no different than the rest of the lot. If it weren't for Fumikado's eager pleading, they doubt they'd be here to begin with.

As if sensing Iyozane's silent seething, Fumikado gently nudged them, snapping them out of their straying thoughts. (The fact that their definition of "gently" sent them a few sun forward probably helped with that too.)

"Look, I know you don't like merchants, but this guy isn't like those other parasites, I promise! Their treats are to die for!"

"...So far, all I'm seeing is gaudy colors and lots of children. Feels kinda shady to me. And what is this 'ice cream' treat, anyway?"

"One of the best things you'll ever taste! So come on! Trust me! When's the last time I was irresponsible with our funds anyway?"

Just last week, with the "brilliant" idea to spend hundreds on an expensive shawl I saw. It wasn't even made of real gold! Iyozane wanted to say, but by the time they opened their mouth, Fumikado had already taken off.

...And by the cries of children that just rang out, right into the middle of the line. Iyozane let out a loud, put-upon sigh as they trudged after them.

"Sorry..." They mumbled towards the angry people now behind them, tugging their haori closer. It was the least they could offer, knowing how rude and impatient their boss can be. That sort of thing tended to make people angry, didn't it?

When it wasn't done by a royal it seemed, so some of their siblings had claimed every now and then to them in a past as distant as a bad memory. But Iyozane wasn't a royal anymore. They didn't even get to indulge that privilege even once before they lost it.

The dark thought washed over them like a plague. They turned to berate them for cutting in line, as the alternative was letting it weigh on their mind. But then Fumikado beamed at them, and the poison died from their lips.

"You're gonna love it Iyozane! I promise! I know all the best flavors!" They reassured them, "Trust me! I am the seer of ice cream!"

Considering Fumikado's track record when it comes to foresight, that did not inspire the confidence they had intended such a statement would. Still, it was a little hard to be overcome with dread when their strong and dignified boss is bouncing on their heels like a giddy little kid.

Okay, incredibly hard actually. It was hard to stay nervous with them behaving like that. Iyozane lowered their head, looking at the ground and their wobbly feet, the tension eased slightly from their shoulder.

Perhaps it was from Fumikado skipping ahead in line, perhaps it was their own thoughts siphoning away the time, but it felt like Iyozane had only blinked before they were both at the front of the line. They had to rub their eyes at the feeling when they were suddenly met with the sight of the bright pink wooden counter.

Fumikado held up a couple fingers to the smiling person behind the counter, "A box of mochi please! Give us chocolate, vanilla, and matcha for Iyozane here!"

The merchant nodded, "Coming right up. Your enthusiasm is much appreciated, but next time, please wait your turn. You might make the much more patient children cry."

"Oh." They glanced nervously behind themself, as if to check. Iyozane couldn't help but follow their gaze, as they so often did. The children directly behind them looked more annoyed than anything. But it seemed even the mere thought was enough weight on Fumikado's conscience, as they swiftly turned back to bow apologetically, "...My bad!"

The merchant gave a light chuckle, holding out a small basket full of little mochi. Woah, that was fast!

"It's alright! Just remember for the future."

Fumikado tilted their head forward as they took the basket with both hands, "Will do!"

The merchant waved them off, and just like that their little trip to such an odd merchant stand was over.

Iyozane didn't stop reeling until Fumikado found them a nice bench to sit on. They then tilt the basket forward so they can see.

"Go on! Try one! I stake a claim upon one of the chocolate ones!"

Iyozane looked the mochi over. They saw brown, green, and white at its bottom. They could tell the green ones were obviously the matcha ones, and Fumikado plucking up a brown one indicated it was the chocolate flavor. So the white ones were this "vanilla" flavor? They're kinda curious about that one, actually...

Fumikado popped the chocolate mochi into their mouth, "...Mm!!! I missed you, chocolate!"

Iyozane chuckled a little at this display. They've actually never got the opportunity to try anything with the label of "chocolate" before now. In the distant past, they only heard it in passing. Mitori had told them extensively about it in such a way that left their mouth watering. None of their wardens attendants would let them try it, saying it will rot their perfect teeth or make them sick. They weren't allowed to eat any sweets, actually. But chocolate especially.

But the present is not the past. They are no longer a lonely bird in a cage, yearning to experience the horizons beyond their window. They are a free person (if an indebted one), and able to decide for themself what to put in their own body. And if that thing rots their teeth or makes them sick?

Then let it!!!

And before they could let it stop them, Iyozane reaches into the basket, takes a green mochi between their fingers, and takes a large bite.

...Bliss.

It was definitely cold to the touch, but it was very sweet, like all the green teas they were familiar with. A touch of bitterness, which balances out the sweetness. It hurt their teeth to chew, but it was absolutely worth it.

Iyozane heard a chuckle beside them, "I take it you like the matcha flavor?"

They swallowed, smiling earnestly now, "...Guess so! Wasn't expecting it to be so cold though."

"Well duh! It's called ice cream, you dummy! It would probably be called somethin' like fire cream if it was hot!"

Iyozane rolled their eyes, "That is the worst name for a sweet I've ever heard."

"Well, I personally think it sounds pretty cool myself!" Fumikado huffed.

"Whatever makes you feel better," was all Iyozane had to say to that, directly before popping the rest of the mochi into their mouth.

Wowie...They had no idea how they went their whole life without experiencing this. How many sweets have they missed out on? How many people even got to try anything like this, knowing how unreliable Fumikado can be at times?

As if reading their mind, Fumikado leaned back, inhaling a matcha mochi they plucked up when Iyozane wasn't paying attention, "Rumor has it that the ice cream merchant is from the Outside World. Brought this sweet with, and now goes around Mugenri selling it."

"Mm," Iyozane nodded in agreement. They go for a so-called "vanilla" mochi. They took a bite as Fumikado continued.

"I can't remember who told me that rumor. Probably a servant some long time ago... but either way I knew we couldn't miss this! A shame Tsugumi didn't want to come..."

"For a rumor, it certainly has some merit to it, with a merchant stand looking like that," Iyozane pointed over at the stand in question, swallowing the rich sweet iciness in their mouth. In the distance, children rotated in and out of the line for the garish pink stand. Some clutched upside-down cone shaped cookies with brightly colored, larger versions of the filling within their own mochis.

"Hm...Good point, my dear servant! I suppose even a moron can be right every now and then."

Please don't confuse me for yourself. We walked past this stand three times trying to look for it, Iyozane sneered inwardly, too busy finishing off their vanilla mochi to actually jeer.

Not that it mattered for too much longer, for Fumikado's next words nearly made their heart leap out of their chest, "But I digress! Thanks again for coming with me today, Iyozane! It really means a lot to me!"

Iyozane had to do a double take at that. Fumikado? Sincerely thanking someone? Not their odd roundabout way of showing gratitude? They never thought they'd see the day.

In fact, Iyozane isn't used to gratitude like this at all. In another life, all of those suffocating expectations were just that: expectations. You were supposed to fulfill them, or otherwise be punished. Also, Fumikado is their boss. If anything, a lack of gratitude was to be expected.

So with that in mind, one could certainly pardon Iyozane for their flustered reaction. They fan themself with their hand, sweat beading down their forehead, and thankful the blazing heat of summer disguised their anxiety well. Although, their voice probably gave it away when they heard themself stammer a smidge:

"Uh...You-You're welcome, Fumikado-san. I mean...it's not like I had much else to do today, right?"

Scratch that. They sounded very, very nervous to their own ears. Not good not good not good-

However, if Fumikado noticed, they certainly didn't say anything. They just crossed their leg, rubbing the back of their head as if nervous themself.

"N-No! I really mean it! Whenever I got the chance to visit the ice cream merchant here, old Pops, may he rest in peace, never let me go with anyone. Well, it's not like I had many to go with to begin with. Just Chouki, but..."

Their pointy ears twitch, like most youkai do when anxious. Unbelievable. But like...in a good way? Fumikado sounded in over their head over taking them to somewhere as simple as the marketplace, and yet Iyozane couldn't help but find it weirdly endearing in its own way. The way they chuckle awkwardly was doing strange, terrible things to their heart and makes their legs go weak, and they couldn't begin to comprehend why.

They hid it well, in their opinion. They just raised an eyebrow, saying, "So you're saying you're lonely?"

"Not lonely!" they huff, "Just...in need of companionship for this very special occasion is all!"

"...So lonely?"

"No!!! You're utterly impossible sometimes, Iyozane!"

Iyozane had to cackle a bit at that. "Why of course I am. If I wasn't, we wouldn't get anything done. We'd probably still be terribly lost right now if it weren't for me."

"Don't be so arrogant. I'm the one in charge, remember?"

"Then act like it."

"Okay! Sheesh. Even emperors make mistakes, don't they?"

There was no malice in either's words. Iyozane felt a wide grin had graced their face, and Fumikado was beaming equally as much. They both laugh once more.

"Why yes. Yes they do. Would appreciate if you had a better sense of direction somedays though," Absentmindedly, Iyozane reaches into the basket for the last mochi.

And that's when, ever so suddenly, fingers, big and slightly sharp from retracted talons, brushed against their own. Iyozane let out a small yelp of surprise as they both grabbed for the little sweet, raising it up.

"Oh...Uh, whoops?" Fumikado offered awkwardly, shrugging.

It took a moment for Iyozane to respond. They were too busy staring at the chocolate mochi between their hands. If they moved just the wrong way, they could easily end up gripping Fumikado's hand instead. The thought didn't quite disturb them as much as they'd expect it to.

"Um...It's the last one...I've never had chocolate anything before..." they eventually mumble, looking away.

"Seriously?! Not even a little chip?!"

"No. Locked away for most of my life, remember?" Iyozane gently chided.

"Oh right! Uh...So how about we share it then?"

"Share it?" Iyozane parroted back at them. They looked back over to see Fumikado tug at the mochi between their fingers.

"Yeah! I get half, you get half! Think of it as generosity on my part, as a token of appreciation."

"You just want me to try chocolate, don't you?"

"And so what if I do? It's a crime against sweets for you to never have even tried it!"

That sounded like something Mitori would say as they attempted to slip them some. The guards would always catch them back then, alas.

But that was then and this is now. And right now, that sounded delightful. Iyozane nodded, their hand clenching the wooden bench beneath their hand.

And then they split the last mochi in two and ate their respective halves. The taste made all the needless struggle all the more worth it.

"...So what did you think? Was it everything you expected?" Fumikado asked, their mouth still full.

Iyozane waited a moment as they swallowed. It...wasn't quite how Mitori had built the taste up to be (though it could just be because it is cold), but it was well worth it in the end. It almost melted in their mouth, even (albeit rather literally).

"Hm...I'd say so! Can definitely see why Mitorin always loved the stuff now, at least."

"Oh come on! No shock and awe at the taste?" Fumikado pleaded.

They shook their head, "What were you expecting? I'm nowhere near as dramatic as you typically are, you know that."

"Why excuse you!!! I'm as expressive as an emperor should be!" They crossed their arms, pouting.

"Which is really dramatic apparently, but who am I to judge?" Iyozane couldn't help their snicker at the aggravated shout Fumikado let out at that, proving their point.

But that's Fumikado for you. Loud, boisterous, and more than a little dense. There's a certain charm to them though. Otherwise, they wouldn't have stuck with them as long as they have. Still doesn't explain the heart racing whenever they see them smile like that though.

But that's a question for another day. The two just chattered and babbled amongst themselves until the sun set and they had to head home. It wasn't a very interesting story, in Iyozane's mind, but it was well worth it all the same. Tsugumi had missed out! And neither of them could wait to tell them all the ways how.

Psst! Hey! I'm taking requests now! Feel free to drop one in my inbox after reading the rules here (might need to go on desktop first though)!

#ask and you shall receive (writing requests)#len'en #len'en project #len'en fanfiction #fujiwara no iyozane #taira no fumikado #I'm late by an hour or two #but consider this request my gift to the world for BoTC's release lol #anyway this request was hard because its fluff #and about characters I don't think about too much #but in the end I had an idea and ran with it #FumiIyo is one of those rare pairings that I usually default to romantic first as opposed to platonic #I think I just like the mental image of mutually pining idiots quite a bit more #(well that and the influence of my mutuals who are FumiIyo shippers)#(you know who you are lol)#also did you know they make mochi in ice cream form #because apparently they do!#I've had store bought varieties before #but never the handcrafted variety described here #it would be neat to try that someday...#but I suppose this fic shall suffice #and hopefully my writing of these two does as well!#(as this is the first time I wrote them for anything longer than a few hundred words oops lol)#(still a good thing to write though!)#boater and brawns (FumiIyo)#forming an empire is hard (new emperor team)#(meant to be in the budding stages of romantic but platonic can work if you squint I guess lol)

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