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thestoryofusstan · 4 months

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Look Into His Angel Eyes

pairing: harry styles x zoologist!youtuber!reader

summary: harry takes his niece to the san diego zoo, and you just so happen to take care of the animal she’s obsessed with. koalas.

warnings: zero knowledge of zoology LMAO, not edited, a few curse words

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harry had expected a lot more fuss when he went to a very famous, very popular zoo. he expected at least someone — one person! — to notice him or recognize him.

nobody had even given him a second glass.

those kids movies were right. change your har (put on a beanie) and wear sunglasses (because even if it was a little chilly, it was bright), and you were a whole different person!

well, until gemma’s little girl, rosie, who was usually a gem and the best kid ever, started crying. over what, you may ask?

she demanded they find the koalas.

granted, she was only five, but.. he was still worried people would see him and recognize him.

when he had graciously offered to drive rosie to san diego to go to the zoo because gemma simply didn’t have the time, he forgot it was a public, normal people zoo.

so, he asked someone where the koalas were (and then four more people after that on the way there, all of which informed him that he better hurry if he wanted to catch the koala talk, which was supposedly a big hit for some reason), and made his way to the other side of the zoo.

who the hell made this place so big?

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you’d been living in san diego for five years, since you were eighteen. you’d been working with the koalas at the san diego zoo for that same amount of time.

18 and fresh out of high school, you moved far, far away from your horrible hometown and even more horrible people, and went to san diego to both go to college for zoology and work your dream job.

well, technically, it was an internship at first, but still!

like most little girls, you were obsessed with animals. however, instead of dogs or some other basic animal (though, koalas are still pretty basic, you suppose), you were obsessed with koalas. and then, it never went away.

your mother tried anything to talk you out of it, into a safer career path, she’d say. more secure.

well, fuck secure because you were about to go talk to little kids who were just like you when you were younger and feed a baby koala.

you had also started a successful side career as a youtuber. you made regular videos like vlogs and hauls and whatnot, and also educational videos about koalas. some of your vlogs were at work, such as today.

“so.. we have jess here to record as i do a koala talk. and.. it is officially 1:30, so let’s go!” you exclaim, handing your coworker, jess, the camera.

you pushed open the door (more like gate) and walked out. there was a fairly large crowd today, including the cutest little girl with a pink dress on right in the front row.

you set the crate (don’t yell, it’s a big crate. and it’s simply to take them from their exhibit to the talk area, which is a distance of maybe 50 feet) down on the wooden table.

the talk area was pretty much their enclosure, but instead of a glass wall, it was open and the kids could see better.

you opened the crate and slowly coaxed the bears out. you’d only brought two today. mila, and her baby charlotte (you always called her charlie, though).

once they were out and climbing on the branches, you turned to the crowd.

“hi, guys! my name is y/n, and i’m basically in charge of the koalas here! who here has been to one of my talks before?”

a few hands raise.

“good! well, today, we have a new guest… who remembers what was happening with mila last talk? was anyone there?”

one little boy raised his hand.

“yes, the.. little boy in a blue shirt?”

“jackson!” he told you.

“jackson, sorry. what was going on with mila? for everyone who doesn’t know, mila is that big one right there.”

“she was— she had a baby in her tummy.”

“she did!” you respond enthusiastically. “and a few months ago.. four months ago, actually, she had her baby! who wants to meet her?”

all the little kids screamed me! me! me!

you laughed, “alright, let me grab her.”

you walked over to mila, petting her head as you slowly took charlie away.

“hey, mila.. can i take her real quick?” you ask as if she can hear you, before speaking to the crowd. “mila and i have a special bond, if you ask me. she had her baby right around the time i had mine. so we are both new mothers,” you laugh. “but, anyway! i’ve been with mila since she got here, so she really trusts me. which is why i can easily just..”

you grabbed charlie off of mila, and put her on her shoulder like you did your baby.

“so, everyone, this is charlotte, but i call her charlie! now, i have a very special job for one of you.. but i need someone who will be very careful, because charlie is still a delicate baby.. can anyone hold her for me while i feed her?”

and finally, the adorable little girl interacted. she started jumping and raised her hand.

you walked over to the fence separating you from the crowd, crouching to be eye level with her. “and who might you be?”

“rosie!” she responded. and oh, she had a baby voice and she was british.

“rosie! well, do you think you can hold her for me?”

“yes! yes, please!”

“alright, we’ll get you and dad back here—“

“ehm.. uncle..” her uncle, not father, responded in a british accent.

“oh, sorry! you and your uncle back here. and what’s your name, rosie’s uncle?”

he hesitated, before— “harry.”

your brain slowly put two and two together as you glanced at his tattoos.

harry styles.

“oh, i see,” you respond, “well, let’s get you guys back here!”

you opened the gate they were thankfully standing right in front of, and they walked into the talking area before you shut the gate.

you led rosie to the center, crouching down to her again.

“alright, we’re gonna do this in a funny way. can you stick out your arm for me?”

she did.

“i’m gonna put charlie on your arm, alright? she’s gonna wrap herself around it, and her claws might scratch you, but it’s fine, yeah?”

“yes, ma’am!”

“aw, you’re so polite. alright.. charlie incoming!”

you slowly adjusted charlie to curl around rosie’s arm.

“it tickles!” she squeals with a laugh.

“yeah?” both you and harry — harry styles — respond at the same time.

“alright, i’m gonna grab her bottle! stay here!”

you ran over to grab it, and while you were shaking it so it was ready, you felt something wrap around your leg.

“hi, mila!” you exclaim to the koala wrapped around you.

you carefully walk back over.

“i’m gonna feed her for a minute, and then i’ll let you and your uncle try, yeah?”

“okay!”

you started feeding charlie as you spoke again.

“so, the reason we feed charlie instead of having her feed from her momma, who is clinging to my leg, is because charlie was born a little early and needs a little more nutrients!”

you talked a little more about koalas and their behavior before rosie wanted to feed her. and after a few minutes of that, you glanced to harry.

“you wanna give it a go?”

“sure, why not,” he shrugs.

“charlie seems pretty cozy.. so, i’ll give you mila. she’s a little heavy, though.”

you bent over and took mila off your leg, handing her over to harry.

“hold her like a baby on your hip.. it’s kinda like a.. odd hug! a koala hug, if you will. i’ll grab her bottle.”

you ran over, and when harry began feeding her after you returned, he asked a question.

“so.. why do y’feed mila? i know charlie’s a baby and all, but..”

“that’s a very good question! so, mila is getting a little old, and she was also brought to us injured. that, paired with giving birth four months ago, we just have to give her some more electrolytes… her bottle is actually just white gatorade. we tried green, but she hates it. she’s very picky.”

“well, that’s cause y’gave her green.”

“hey! who has the degree here? yeah, shush.”

“yes, ma’am,” he laughed.

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once the talk was over, you told rosie and harry to stay back.

you let charlie and mila climb about the branches while you spoke to them.

“i just want to make sure you both are alright with being in a video.. also, you need to wash your hands.. jess should be back with the sanitizer soon.”

“can i ask what video?”

“oh! right, sorry. i’m a youtuber, and i sometimes film my talks to publish and whatnot. i’ll blur your faces, of course. i blur everyone in the crowd’s faces for privacy reasons, but i figured you’d be.. more.. concerned about that than most.”

“you know?”

“i mean.. voice is a giveaway.. i also follow gemma’s instagram, so i recognized rosie,” you shrug. “but anyways, you’re good with the video?”

“yeah, of course.”

you then turned to rosie to answer her bajillion questions about koalas until jess came back with the hand sanitizer.

“so, just use a lot of this, and you’ll be good,” you explain, putting a few pumps into each of their hands.

once they were all clean of koala germs, you told them they were free to go.

rosie ran forward, but harry lingered.

“thank you,”

“oh, yeah. of course. i figured you wouldn’t want koala germs—“

“no, i mean thanks for giving rosie that opportunity.”

“oh! of course. i love seeing little kids who love them as much as me.”

“she’s bloody obsessed with the things.”

“mm, yeah. they’re easy to love. word of advice, don’t shoot her love for them down. it doesn’t exactly work. i mean.. look at me,” you laugh.

“i will keep that in mind,” he smilez. “what was your name again?”

“y/n.. y/n l/n.”

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a/n: enjoy

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hazbinhotell0v3r · 1 month

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Girls Night!! (Hazbin Hotel Tickle Tumblr/ Chaggie moment)

(Thanks a bunch to https://ckducky.tumblr.com/ for letting me make a story to this, I have something adorable in mind and I hope u like it!!

Summary: A month after the war between hell and heaven, finding out that Sir Pentouis is safe and reedemed to heaven, the girls decide to have a slumber party and help each other out with things they can’t do alone. Charlie offer to help with brushing Vaggies wings and hopes that Vaggie can farrier her hoofs, but Charlie’s way to sensitive so it’s gonna be hard to get it done!

“Okay Vaggie! I have everything we need for this awsome party!!” Charlie squealed excitedly. After finding out that there snake friend was saved, Charlie decided to have a slumber party with Vaggie for some Girlfriend bonding time. “Okay so, first where gonna order some pizza!!” Charlie said in a high pitch voice.

Vaggie felt so warm inside to see how her girlfriend had been back to her normal peppy happy self again. “Okay, I’ll order it.” Vaggie calmly stated.” As Vaggie was on the phone Charlie heard that the pizza would arrive in 35 minutes. 35 minutes!!? Charlie couldn’t bear to wait so long so she asked Vaggie for the phone. “As this young lady is my girlfriend! The Princess of hell her self, Charlie Charlotte Morningstar! I command you make it 10!!” Charlie said in a dramatic playful tone.

Both could hear how worried he had sounded, and the chaos that was happening. The girls laughed after hanging up the phone of he problem they just caused the Papa’s Pizzeria. While they waited, the girls played Tic-Tac-Toe and boy was Charlie beating Vaggie better then she was expected to lose. “Haha! I win again~“ Charlie teased to Vaggie, she thought it was pretty silly as she bragged but was also a little upset because Vaggie hated to lose, so she decided to get a silly little revenge when Charlie could least expect it.

“I will get you back some how, and I bet you won’t even see it coming giggle ball, I’ll be the one laughing!!” Vaggie teased to Charlie as she kept giggling about her win, “Yeah okay angel!” Charlie said back. Soon the pizza arrived and Charlie was already full from 2 slices, maybe she shouldn’t have eaten so much before the party. While Vaggie ate about 5 before she was full.

“Okay next thing on the list is-“ Charlie and Vaggie did almost everything on the list until there was the last thing. Charlie called it body care, “What does body care mean?” Vaggie questioned chuckling. “Body care is like, you know, brush hair or, farriers.” Charlie explained. “So, basically you brush my wings, and I like brush your hair and help you with your hoofs?” Vaggie asked. “ Yeah! Also, I have been needing to get my hoofs done for some time, before I start getting pains!”

It was a good thing Vaggie learned how to do Farriers sense had hoofs. “Holly Shit!! Vaggie!! You wings are so soft!!” Charlie exclaimed. It felt like hugging a pillow to Charlie when she brushed Vaggie’s wings. “Okay Charlie give me a hoof.” Charlie put one of her legs up to Vaggie’s hand to so that she could start to farrier.

“Babe, This would go faster if you kept still” Vaggie chuckled “Sorhehehe, ihiht tihihckles a buhunch!!” Charlie giggles, hee hoofs we’re very delicate, which also meant they where very sensitive too. Vaggie finally finished with her hoofs, but at the same time she remembered how Charlie continuously bragged about winning. So when Charlie was laying on her stomach, Vaggie went to sit on the back of her girlfriends knees, “ Babe, what are you doing?” Charlie asked the fallen angel. “Remember when you beat me in tic-tac-toe and I told you how I will get you back some how, and I betted you won’t even see it coming?” Vaggie asked cheekily.

“Babe wait let’s ju-HUHUHAHAHA” Charlie bursted out in laughed when Vaggie already started to skitter her fingers all around her right hoof. “NOHOHOHO, STOHOHOP, IHIHIM SOHOHRY!!” Charlie squealed. “Oh, your gonna be sorry once I’m done with you.

Charlie had something different about one of her hoofs, her left hood happened to be her most sensitive hoof, Vaggie and Charlie’s dad where the only people who knew about this. Today, Vaggie decided to take that advantage, so she pulled back Charlie’s big toe on her left foot, and started to stroke her finger nail up and down right on the middle, knowing that Charlie would try to kick and squirm, but her other foot was trapped in Vaggie’s legs and the rest of her body facing behind Vaggie.

Charlie was banging her hands try to break free, but she was to weak to even make a thump because of how tingly she felt. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHEHE VAHAHAHAGHEHEHEI LEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHOHO” Charlie was screaming helplessly know there was no escape unless Vaggie loosened her legs, or just let Charlie go. “Is the Princess no longer able to command her people? Is she to help less? Hmm~?” Vaggie teased while scratching Charlie’s sensitive foot. All Vaggie heard was screaming of laughter.

“Okay, I’m done giggle ball.” As Vaggie let go to lay down on her stomach beside Charlie who was still Calming herself down. “But I’m not!!” Charlie rolled with Vaggie in her arms, Charlie crouched over Vaggie with an evil smirk on her face. Charlie carried Vaggie up with Vaggie’s back on Charlie’s chest and Charlie.

“And now for my ultimate song!! With the laughing guitar!!” Charlie teased and then started to fiddle her fingers across Vaggie’s belly. “CHARHARLEHEIEHE!!” Vaggie laughed as Charlie played with Vaggie as a guitar on one of her weakest spots. “Hmm, I don’t my guitar is loud enough!! We must turn up the volume!!”

Charlie dug in belly button with fingers as if she had been running up the volume in a real guitar, that made Vaggie scream and squeal as she tried to wriggle herself out.”Dubababadudud, I love to play my guitar!!” Charlie coed to Vaggie in a teasing way “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CHARLIE STAHAHAP!!” Vaggie was blushing harder and harder with the teasing and tickles.

“Okay I’m finished with my ~awsome song~” as Charlie stopped scattering her claws against Vaggie’s stomach, “You okay there guitar?” “Ya, I’m okay giggle ball.” Then they got in bed, cuddled up, and settle down with a nice movie on, ready to sleep

THE END

I hope y’all enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing this! (I was obsessed writing this!)

#hazbin hotel tickles #hazbin hotel #tickle

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meowshmelo · 2 months

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shewhotellsstories · 9 months

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It’s crazy ironic how you go on and on about how “Penelope stans call Eloise a white feminist/criticise her/etc to bring up their fav (Penelope)” when literally all u do is criticise Penelope as a half baked attempt at defending Eloise.

Let me be clear - I am not a Penelope fan. I do not like her, and I fully agree with your criticisms of her. That said, it’s ridiculous how pretty much ur only method of responding to Eloise crit is by bringing up things Penelope has done. Like, they are two different people. Penelope’s bad behaviour does not in fact have any bearing on how Eloise should be examined.

And all this while constantly complaining about the same damn thing u urself are doing ??? Insane levels of hypocrisy honestly

You know, I went a good chunk of the summer without getting any obnoxious anon messages. But all good things must come to an end, and of course, the peace would end over Regency Era Perez Hilton. So let's get into this anon.

If you've read my blog you'll see that my issues with Penelope Featherington pre-date her falling out with Eloise. I've said I think she punches down quite a lot. I've said I find it wildly unethical that her stans call what she does "reporting" because reporters have ethics, editors, a responsibility to fact-check, and ways of being held accountable if/when we get something wrong. When you're hiding behind a pseudonym and printing whispers and rumors as fact, with no way of verifying if it's truth that's just not happening. Additionally, at the end of season one after the reveal I posted that I didn't think Penelope's hurt feelings over an unrequited crush were as serious as the threat facing Marina as an unmarried pregnant girl (google fallen women, they tend not to live long). I don't think that Colin deserved to be tricked, but given the alternatives of a lifetime of poverty or being married off to a creep twice your age who approaches an engagement the same way a person purchases a horse, I understand why the desperate 17-year-old pursued the boy her own age who she knew would at least treat her well. Not only that, but I said I found it gross that she was smiling in Marina's face while having exposed her secret in the cruelest way possible.

Here's another Eloise-free critique of Penelope, she's the worst kind of mean girl, the kind with a victim complex who wants to do nasty things while still being seen as an angel who can do no wrong. Do you want another criticism of Penelope that has nothing to do with Eloise? I think it's icky that she mocked Kate for being a spinster and called one of the few Indian women on this show a beast. I heard that was in the books too, but fun fact, Black and brown people being compared to or flat-out called animals has a racist history and present. Despite the "Penelope woman of the working class people" song and dance, I pointed out that she's trying to stay in Madame Delacroix’s good graces because she can blow the whistle on her.

I've said, it annoys me that people behave as if Penelope's crush being unrequited is a terrible hardship that justifies all her misdeeds, when Colin has never been cruel to her about romantic feelings he doesn't know are there. Contrary to Penelope stans version of history he hasn't tried to lead her on or hurt her, he treats her like a friend and nothing more. In Queen Charlotte, I said it was a dick move to needle the Queen about her lack of heirs during her granddaughter's funeral.

Now, you're saying that I only use Eloise to criticize Penelope, but not only is that untrue it's devoid of context. I only started comparing Eloise and Penelope because after their falling out Penelope's stans started saying that Eloise was a privileged white feminist as a reason that Penelope's actions weren't wrong and why she had no right to feel betrayed. Eloise's feminism is flawed, there's a lot she hasn't considered because she's been sheltered. ICYMI, I pointed out that she failed to understand that due to their class differences, Theo was in more danger than she was because he didn't have a rich family nor the protection that comes with her surname. I even agreed with Theo getting frustrated with her because due to class he is vulnerable in a way she is not. Furthermore, when Penelope stans say Eloise is an entitled white feminist it's not really about what Eloise has done, it's said in service of absolving Penelope of any wrongdoing. I've pointed out that it's said as if in comparison Penelope is Audre Lorde and hasn't been almost as privileged as Eloise up until her father died.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Who acts like more of an entitled white feminist. The girl who is ignorant or the girl slut shaming other women and notably hurting women of color for her own selfish gain? Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony would be proud. Sure, it's despicable that they used racism to gain support for women's suffrage and threw Fredrick Douglas under the bus, still wanting voting rights is less selfish than wanting the high and financial gain that comes with running an anonymous burn book.

Call me a hypocrite if you want but I've got the receipts to show I started criticizing Penelope way before she fell out with Eloise. And frankly, it's hypocritical of you not to realize that my Eloise and Penelope comparisons are a response to the "Eloise crit" that are just thinly layered Penelope apologism and revisionist history.

Have the day you deserve anon.

#asked and answered #anonymous #anti penelope featherington #bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #white feminism

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silvergolddraco28 · 1 month

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LMK x Hazbin Hotel part 8

Now with the help of my friend Dortiii on AO3!

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This was… certainly not what the reigning King of Sinners had been expecting especially considering the ABRUPT entrance of their newcomer. But there was no denying it would shake hell's foundations. Literally at that. "Uh...." The man attempted to crane his neck to get a better look at just what this monkey was doing but it was clear he would not be released from his hold anytime soon. ’Did they seriously just fall asleep?! After all that?!? Could trying to break free cause another energy surge? Was it worth the risk?’

Deciding to push whatever luck he had left, Lucifer- the King of Demons and Sin of Pride, pressed against the furry appendage wrapped around the waist quite firmly but there was slight hesitancy in his move. The simian was unpredictable. And to no avail or surprise the tail did not budge. "Yeesh! Ya could've at least taken me to dinner first, big guy." Lucifer grumbled to himself while gritting his teeth in both frustration with a clear undertone of amusement. "Are you guys good? Can I get some help, maybe?" The reigning king spoke out in nonchalance though his eyes seemed to widen remembering his poor offspring, maybe. "CHARLIE! CHARLOTTE?!? YOU GOOD!?!?" The demon king and sin of pride called like a worried mother looking for their child getting lost in the grocery store. His view was partly limited by the head on top of his own and the weight preventing him from really turning his head though the warmth and vibrations were rather comfortable.

“Dad!” the familiar blond female stayed as she came running, an ethereal and almost angelic glow coming off her with a small black double halo floating above her head with a pair of snake eyes.

Lucifer seemed to relax considerably upon seeing her. "Oh hey pumpkin! Good to see you're not dead! So we've got a..." He gestured rather comically with his hand to the monkey resting on top of him. "Guy's a lot heavier than he looks." The reigning king of sinners muttered. "What are our odds of moving him and this guy not going berserk? Dunno if hell could take another one of his outbursts." Lucifer asked with a small frown on his lips.

“I think we should be fine, Dad. Did he take too much from you to prevent you from teleporting?” Charlie asked in concern while taking an actual look at the golden monkey holding her dad like he was a teddy bear, it was actually a very cute sight. “The only thing he did was kick out Alastor with whatever he was saying,” Charlie admitted while trying to keep her face from breaking out into a coo at her dad’s predicament.

"Who?" The king of hell made a face barely having learnt any names since his arrival. Perhaps he should. Though the eyesore of a sinner with his fuckass haircut he had caught a glimpse of before ‘checking out’ was his least favorite. "Nahhh I'll be fine! I haven't passed out yet so that's a great sign amiright!? Don't worry pumpkin, daddy's got this." Lucifer with all his smug confidence flashed his offspring with a grin. Said confidence began to wane at his attempts when nothing seemed to happen. Instead of the usual brilliant light, his vision swam like he had one too many glasses of homemade angelic wine. There was a considerable ringing in his head which only grew louder and more distorted in his vain attempts. It seemed this monkey holding him was far more trouble than he had initially thought.

Giggling whistled passed as a small glowing orb of glowing green energy popped before Lucifer's face. Excuse our Sun, Dreaming Star. His body naturally nullifies divine magic when he is in deep slumber. The green orb ‘spoke’.

This… seemed to put the king at slight unease but it was an answer of sorts at least. Lucifer sighed but took the information nonetheless. "I can't be too mad, the guy's pretty warm- now that's a perk!" Craning his neck once more towards the purring simian unbothered by his surroundings. He gave him an awkward pat giving their position and left it at that. The scene in itself was a sight to behold. "Tell me, where did this… 'Sun' comes from? Has he fallen?" There was a noticeable change in the demon's tone as he spoke compared to his snark-veiled confidence. It was softer, one could argue there was an underlying sadness to it. Whatever the cause for the arrival of their newcomer it certainly had come at a cost.

The orb giggled. You are aware of how Humanity has different pantheons that defer from the pantheon you are born from, Dreaming Star?

"I am aware- vaguely- probably- surely," The demon king murmured, racking his brains in thought. It would seem time sure had left its mark. Or other distractions have kept the king busy as he subconsciously reached for the ring on his finger to twist, as he often did in thought. "Enlighten me." Rather amused and intrigued by the orb's roundabout choice of character introduction. It wasn't like they had urgent plans to move. The simian was quite comfortable. Lucifer wanted to see where this would go.

Before you is Sun Wukong, the Primordial Monkey of Stone, Sage of the Six Elements, Our Chosen vessel of Life and Nature, the Immortal of the Seven Trials, the Victorious Fighting Buddha, and the Monkey King of Flower Fruit Mountain. He is essentially the once mortal counterpart of your Story, Dreaming Star.

"Well shit- my mortal counterpart huh?" Knowing how his own story pans out he could very well guess what stage the sage was in judging by his grand entrance. From that alone it should've occurred to him there was more than met the eye. It still irked even more puzzling questions however. The ring would twist more as he let the information sink. “…Once mortal..." Gazing down at the hold he was in, whatever his thoughts were he kept uncharacteristically silent. ‘If the heavens were to get word of this-’ he cut off that thought before he let it take root. He cast a glance in the vague direction of his offspring through his hazy perception.

Our Sun is essentially a God in mortal flesh. Nature does not take Kindly to threats to his End. the orb replied bobbing up and down slightly to regain Lucifer’s attention.

There was no doubt this... 'Sun’… was a force to be reckoned with. Only time would tell whether it was in their favor or not. "Yeah no kiddin', this guy's got a fuck ton of energy." Lucifer quipped in amusement. Even in his unconscious state his grip was absurd.

Charlie frowned. “One question, why do you call Dad Dreaming Star?”

Is that not his Role? To bring to life Freedom, Joy, Dreams, and Innovation to the Souls under his domain? To Cleanse the Souls and bring them back to the Wonder and Innocence of Childhood? The pale green orb asked.

"Sounds about right." Lucifer remarked. Hell was whatever he wanted it to be. For all those regardless, the freedom was theirs for the taking. The least he could do was give those the chance for what he never had, even if the message had twisted over the years. "And you're my little morning star pumpkin! Isn't that a fun full circle?" Lucifer grinned wide.

Nope! She’s Rainbow Star! A bright blue orb countered as four more orbs in red, white, black, and earth green came around with the white and black orbs gently untangling the golden monkey from Lucifer.

"Unless you all birthed her I get that say!" Lucifer replied pointedly but there was audible teasing in his tone. He whistled in appreciation finally feeling the literal weight lifted from his back. Though he had to admit, the unexpected company had been nice while it lasted. "Yeeesh!" The demon king rose stumbling as he did so, it was uncanny to see such a demon of his name and title in such a feeble state. The demon king just hoped the horrifying lack of senses would return sharply, cracking his back in all sorts of places. " 'Monkey of stone' no shit-"

Three tons of stone and metal from our useless Heaven’s punishments to restrain his Spirit. The black orb huffed before flying around all the residents. Lovely, all of your souls are completely intact after being exposed to a Contract Termination spell and a Sanctuary spell. the black orb bluntly informed. A Survivor, An Inventor, A Keeper of Heart, A Celestial Maiden, A Broken Mother, The Dawn Star of Dreams, and the Guide of Redemption. Our Sun has landed in good hands.

Barely absorbing the vast information the king of demons nodded regardless. "So… What I'm hearing is can we keep this guy? Sure. Is it weird I was gonna suggest the same exact fucking thing? What a coincidence!" Lucifer clearly seemed to wilfully ignore that this decision was one that would have a rather large impact on the rest of the residents of which he was currently not one of. "I guess that just means I'll have to stay around a little longer to keep an eye on things hm? More daddy time for us pumpkin! Isn't that great! What do ya say Charl??" Turning to his offspring with a radiating smile. Mayhaps it would give him a chance to actually learn their names. And possibly even reconnect with his daughter at the sametime.

“I think that's a good idea right now Dad… what are we going to do about the massive apple tree and the fact we now have an actual sun?” Charlie asked while digesting that information before backtracking slightly. “Wait hold up ‘Celestial Maiden’?”

"They probably mean me- obviously." A certain arachichnoid posed with an obnoxious grin. "After all, talent like me is rare- comes with the name toots." The spider sinner winked earning a not so subtle groan from the grey skinned woman Lucifer was 90% sure was named Maggie.

"Get over your fucking self." A low rumble came from a dark furred feline.

"Maybe if you got under me.~" The spider, Angel, countered.Whatever the two began bickering about was quickly tuned out as the demon king paid no heed to it.

Not that anyone had yet noticed the awfully tense grey skinned woman but the conversation seemed to have diverted from the names the orbs used as everyone focused more on Angel’s argument with the feline sinner. She relaxed ever so slightly. ‘As long as it did not go back to those titles, I'm okay.’ she thought.

"Protect it at all costs Charlie." Lucifer leveled, gaining the young woman’s attention from the bickering. "There's no telling what the creeps down here will do. Use it as another project for this uh… house…? Hotel of yours. As for the sun… All in favour for making something the fuck up? Sinners will buy anything if it sells. Long as no one poses a threat we can't let our guards down." Lucifer spoke looking for some suggestions as he drew a small blank on what kind of excuse to use.

She won't be able to do anything with it. It's an extension of your very wings Dreaming Star. A white and crimson-tipped feather buried in the very leyline of the land bringing out the Life Energy needed to terraform the surface into a new Basin of Nature. The forest green orb informed the short King.

The king of demon's eyes widened ever so slightly as if on cue gazing at his own back though his wings were not visible as he took the information in. "Well shit why didn't you say so sooner! Makes it easy enough. If it's me there's no way it's going down! Though it would be fun to see any bitch try." Lucifer grinned itching for the lowly sinner stupid enough to try such an attempt. "Still doesn't mean you should let your guard down pumpkin! Annnd that goes for the rest of you guys too. I guess."

Take care of this New Eden, Lightbringer. We must wake our Sun. A rather irritated Deer is banging on the Sanctuary preventing him from entering the grounds.

"Aye, aye!" Lucifer saluted. "You have my word." The king of sinners promised. A light seeming to radiate from the former heavenly host. It was almost endearing to watch such a display. Lucifer could not deny he would take this task seriously. Perhaps it was the distraction he needed after so long of his own isolation. "Awww can't ya keep that guy out? I'd prefer he stay waayy there actually." The demon king pleaded with a smile. "Or kill him entirely I'm not fussed."

"I'm with the king of hell on that." The dark furred feline chimed in.

"Ain't it hunting season anyway?" The spider demon drawled.

"You three can't be serious." The grey skinned demon groaned.

The orbs all gave a glee-filled laugh each one passing through one of the beings. Red easily passed through Angel with no problems, pale green passed through the feline, white through Charlie, and black through Vaggie. Blue floated before the snake that kept inching back from them. "Issss… thisss…consensual?" The snake demon seemed to shirk away from the glowing orb descending towards him in slight fear though was abruptly nudged by the white arachnoid.

"Ehh just shut up and take it. Ya might like it!" The spider grinned.

"I don't mind if it isn't!" The little cyclops chirped which seemed to earn a collective shudder from the group.

"That'ssss not how that wor-" But it had been already too late as the orbs assumed the task at hand before all six passed through the hidden wings of the Demon King tinting the crimson feathers with their own power before racing back to the golden monkey entering his chest followed by a small rain cloud forming over him.

Once it had been completed Lucifer eyed the newly formed rain cloud in curiosity and stark amusement before it was dumped all over the poor simian. Said golden monkey sputtering sitting up completely wide awake with the side effect of being completely soaked.

"No fair! I could've done that!" The demon king pouted though quickly perked once seeing their newcomer come to. "Rise and shine there monkey man! Glad you can finally fucking join us!" This would surely be fun.

TBC!

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Kira Imai at Tekko 2019: “Celebrating Fashion Every Day as a Birthday” (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

In the world of kawaii fashion and art, there has been an artist that has reached global recognition and popularity: Japanese fashion illustrator and print designer, Kira Imai. Kira has exhibited her beautiful fashion art throughout the world in Paris, Barcelona, London, and Los Angeles. She is well known for her sweet and colorful prints for Japanese lolita brand Angelic Pretty, producing popular designs like “Cat’s Tea Party” and “Charlotte’s Bear”.

Kira was invited to be a part of Tekko’s Japanese fashion and cultural program in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, presenting her upcoming designs in an Angelic Pretty fashion show on an interstellar runway. She even hosted an open forum discussion with attendees in a Question and Answer Panel format.

Reported by: Molly Ann

Photo: Miruku Chan Kaitlynn Fletcher (@fawndolly) Ashlyn Smith Pahoua Xiong rain dragon An Ri Tekko Staff

#egl #egl fashion #egl community #eglfashion #eglcommunity #glb #gothic and lolita bible #gothic & lolita bible #kera #kera magazine #not my coord #fashion show #kira imai #imai kira #angelic pretty #Tekko #tekko 2019 #Kira Imai at Tekko 2019

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derekjay346 · 2 years

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Black Clover's Four Archangels

After today's recent chapters, and doing some bear minimum research, I have had this thought in my mind for quite some time.

Although not outright stated, it's pretty clear that Lucius' Paladins are based in angels. And we now know that he has at least four at the moment: Sister Lily, Damnatio Kira, and two others.

While the fact that there are four may be a coincidence, I nonetheless did some digging and it's my belief that these four are meant to be based off the four archangels Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, and Raphael.

●Sister Lily and Gabriel

As the very first Paladin, Sister Lily is really the only one we can breakdown with strong evidence so far.

Sister Lily most likely represents Gabriel, Archangel of Resurrection.

"Resurrection" is very important to remember, seeing how Sister Lily is capable of using healing magic. Alongside resurrection, another pretty spot on connection is that Gabriel is often associated with the Aquarius constellation and the element of water which obviously ties into her magic and name: Lily Aquaria.

However, the most damning connection, and the main reason I'm typing this up, while Gabriel is often depicted as male it is just as common to depict Gabriel as female. And, one of Gabriel's most prominently used symbols happens to be a very particular type of flower

Gabriel is represented holding Lily flowers.

●Damnatio Kira and Micheal

The only other character we know of with Lucius is Damnatio, and while he hasn't been shown as a Paladin yet, it is very likely he will be one of them.

Damnatio has some of the strongest connections to his counterpart; Michael, Archangel of Justice.

If that doesn't speak for itself, I honestly don't know what will. Although he doesn't have the same elemental connection (Michael being connected to Fire), Damnatio in Latin means Condemnation: "The action of condemning someone to a punishment; sentencing."

The archangel Michael is often depicted weighing the souls of mortals with his scales.

●The Other Two

Sister Lily and Gabriel, Damnatio and Michael.

While we have no idea so far who the last two figures next to Lucius are, if my theory is right then they will represent the archangels Raphael and Uriel.

Raphael is the archangel of Love, Joy, and Laughter. Connected to the element of Wind, and is most interestingly known as the "Keeper of the Tree of Life". Very specifically this is the Sephirot, which is connected to the reincarnated elves, so one of the figures is most likely Patoli or has a connection to the elves.

Uriel is the Archangel of Nature. Connected to the element of Earth, and is the "Keeper of Prophecy". I don't have a whole lot of theories for this one, but if I had to guess; They're most likely connected to Charlotte, since we still have her whole cursed family thing unresolved. My second, less likely, guess is that they're connected to Mimosa and Kirsch...because Plants, and nature I guess???

#black clover spoilers #black clover theory #black clover manga #lucius zogratis #lily aquaria #damnatio kira #black clover

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#me #lolita fashion #egl community #egl fashion #sweet lolita #angelic pretty #outfit #eglcommunity #sweet lolita coord #angelic pretty charlottes bear #charlotte's bear #kira imai

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°･* Charlotte’s Bear *･°

#angelic pretty #lolita fashion #lolita style #charlottes bear #dress #pink #my gifs

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sucre-dolls · 5 years

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#angelic pretty #Charlottes bear #Skirt #Op

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#angelic pretty #charlotte's bear #sweet lolita #lolita fashion #jfashion #egl community #cute #kawaii #coordinate #my coords #me

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#Charlotte bear #angelic pretty #sweet lolita #Lolita fashion #brand #what I found on pintrest

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A list of possible ways to make Twilight better that don’t involve changing the whole plot, writing about an entirely different character in the universe, or getting rid of any of the main characters:

- Bella is actually kind and respectful to Charlie not just behind his back when she’s protecting him from threats he’s unaware of like vampires but also to his face when he’s clearly trying to do his best to be a good dad.

- We get to hear a phone call between Charlie and Renee about how ill adjusted Bella is after years of being her own parent.

- Bella names her truck “Monster Mash” after the collision with Tyler and Edward being a vampire.

- Jessica totally sees Edward jump over the back of Bella’s truck, as he does so at human speed and is blatantly obvious about it. She thinks it’s weird. She’s constantly aware of Edwards presence and she knows for a fact he wasn’t there. Jessica starts picking up on some of the little inconsistencies in the Cullens behaviors and the lies Bella’s telling. She sees Bella post transformation while she’s still around town during the “prepping to encounter the Volturi” days. Now she knoooows something’s up. Bella wasn’t this graceful or pale or perfect before. She looks like a damn Cullen. Jessica begins to put the pieces together exactly like Bella did. Jessica tries to talk to someone about it but everyone brushes her off. She slowly descends into what she thinks is madness believing vampires are real but having no confirmation and no one to believe her.

- Jane very visibly pouts when Bella doesn’t collapse screaming. Alice starts laughing because of a vision of Jane having a temper tantrum later.

- Leah imprints on Angela. Bella now has a normal human friend with a normal human friendship and she’s a bit more grounded and a bit less supernatural obsessed. Also, with this, imprints are clearly no longer about procreating and are more than just baby making machines.

- Rosalie goes and after those guys from Port Angeles. She doesn’t eat them; she has impeccable control, after all. She dumps them in a bear’s cave or something and lets an animal take care of them.

- The Cullens play baseball incessantly instead of other sports because back in the day Carlisle helped invent it.

- An incredibly awkward conversation between Charlie and Billy where Charlie is hesitant because he’s not 100% sure Billy knows his son turns into a wolf, but once he is sure Billy knows, he’s very confused how the hell, genetically, Jacob turns into a wolf and has to question what Billy’s been up to that his son is half animal and Billy has to give him the legends now too.

- James was actually the ex-Volturi tracker that was replaced by Demetri’s superior skills.

- Alice’s sister also had gifts as a human though hers were geared towards the past, and the reason Alice can’t remember anything is because her sister made her forget her past.

- In general, I think we need more members of the Volturi as a whole (there’s really not that many of them when you think they’re basically ruling the world) and more superpowers, because as it stands there’s actually only two of the Volturi with offensive gifts related to fighting, Alec and Jane, and that really confuses the intimidating reputation the guard have. There should absolutely be more of them with more powers if they’re meant to be as intimidating as they are and in charge of every vampire everywhere.

- Edward’s little power trip in New Moon actually has lasting repercussions on his relationships with his family. He doesn’t just come back and magically all is forgiven. His actions actually have consequences.

- Other vampires get called in to help in the fight in Eclipse This way, we get to expand the universe more, earlier in the books; we get to learn about another set of vampires in more detail and not just as part of one massive cluster; and Breaking Dawn isn’t just a barrage of new faces. We actually know some of them. For instance, Jasper could call in Peter and Charlotte at the least; they’ve both already fought newborn armies before and calling them actually makes more sense than the Denali coven.

- Esme is actually an extremely famous architect who works under an alias so that as time passes people won’t get suspicious when she has the same name as that famous, old architect from back in the day.

- The Volturi wife that dies isn’t Didyme; it’s Athenadora, and she’s killed by the werewolves that attacked Caius, which is why Caius has eradicated them and why he’s so willing to fight the Cullens over the presence of wolves.

- The guard of the Volturi aren’t all just being held together by Chelsea. Some of them actually believe in their professed purpose of ensuring the secrecy of vampires to protect their kind.

- Benjamin and Tia don’t go back with Amun and Kebi after Amun peace’s out like a coward.

- Literally anyone acknowledges that the Volturi aren’t really the bad guys in New Moon since Edward is the one breaking the law, and that Bella being human in Eclipse is the Cullens still subverting the law, and that as a result the Volturi have pretty good cause to believe the Cullens are breaking the law again in Breaking Dawn.

#just some thoughts #twilight #the twilight saga #twilight renaissance

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Take My Hand (Say You Need Me Still)

A Daredevil Fic (Matt/Foggy, Girl!Foggy. Pre-Slash)

Summary : Look, getting shot is just the New York experience. You haven’t lived unless you’ve been held at gunpoint at least once. And if you save someone doing it? Hey, bonus!

AO3

Foggy will very openly admit that it was actually a really stupid thing to do. Matt will be downright furious when he finds out. If she makes it out of this alive she’s not keen on facing down the utterly hypocritical wrath of her best friend. She’s pretty sure Karen would defend her which is a nice thought to dwell on.

After Karen had told her about what happened with Wesley, it was like a wall had broken down between them. Suddenly she was so much more relaxed, open. She didn’t look like she was going to throw up every time Foggy talked about how ridiculously admirable albeit stupid she was to insist on constantly putting her life in danger to chase a good story (Lois Lane would be proud).

You’d think Foggy would get a break with having to deal with only one dangerously reckless best friend but apparently life felt that she deserved to handle two

She wouldn’t change a thing.

Though she feels that its incredibly ironic how she finds herself to be the one bleeding out from a bullet wound at the Police Precinct after daring to step in front of a mook with a gun. In her defense it was either her or the 8 month old pregnant lady and really was that much of a choice?

Marci would be really pissed at her too if she ever found out about this even if they've split up for almost 6 months now. That is if she ever found out from where she’s staying in Los Angeles. Knowing how much of a tattle tale Matt is, she’d probably find out. No Foggy Bear this time. Probably just an ass whooping in the form of a chilling reprimand that only serves to remind Foggy how much Marci really cares. Especially since this is the third time she’s gotten hurt in almost 5 years. Must be a record.

Maybe this is the universes way of helping her make up for the fact that she can't be out there in the thick of danger the same way her partners are. She’s not planning on making it a habit because this fucking hurts and the pregnant lady clumsily putting too much pressure on her stomach isn’t helping with that. She bites back a laugh at a sudden random thought that maybe her abdominal fat played a useful role for once and managed to absorb most of the bullets impact as opposed to her vital organs

She’s not brave she knows. Not in the same way Karen and Matt are. She can't even manage to take a bullet without crying because again, it fucking burns. But at the very least she’s comforted knowing neither Matt nor Karen are the ones bleeding out this time.

It’s a soothing thought and it helps that she’s starting to feel numb. There's a faint troubling nudge at the edge of her mine that she's sure is panic at this. Something about how it might be because she’s losing too much blood, she's going into shock. But the feeling is such a welcome compared to the overwhelming sting from before.

Charlotte -the pregnant lady- is saying something. Mouth moving, loud enough that Foggy can register the sound but her brain is filled with too much fuzz to actually tell what she’s saying.

Either way it doesn’t seem to matter. She’s just surprised she doesn’t feel more scared than she is. Her last thought is maybe that’s a cause for concern but really she can’t find it in herself to care. It occurs to her maybe that’s worse

“What the hell were you thinking Foggy?”

Foggy raises her eyebrows, actually impressed. Matt managed to hold off his furious outburst for five days after she woke up from her short induced coma – “It was two days Matt. Relax”, “You were intubated Foggy. You were in the ICU. Don’t tell me to calm down” – and really it’s a full five days more than she’d expected.

“I’m confused. Was I supposed to let the guy put a bullet through our very nice pregnant client?”

“You were supposed to let the police do their job”

“Right, the very understaffed policemen on duty at the station that included the guy who put me in the cell with our client in the first place”

“Why were you arrested again?”, Karen interjected and Foggy doesn’t miss how it was a cautious attempt to drain the heat out of the conversation.

“Obstruction of justice, or so the very hot headed rookie claimed. I wouldn’t let him do an extensive drug search on my lovely cellmate and told him to get a female cop to do it.”

“Where was Brett?”

“He was at the drug bust at the pier with me. I called him there”, it’s Matt’s turn to explain. There's a hint of guilt in his voice and while Foggy doesn’t agree for it to be there, she finds it the perfect moment to throw in another excuse.

“To be fair, I did call both of you to bail me out.”

Karen looks a bit red in the face. Coughing loudly before she says, “I was under cover. At the Irish Parlor”

The angry flush in Matt’s cheeks seem to redden even more “The Parlor Mob ?! Karen….”

“I was with Jessica! Relax, Matt.”

There’s a short moment where Matt seems to have more to protest but instead, “At least one of you has some common sense”

“OK, now you’re just being a hypocritical asshole”, Foggy retorts, rolling her eyes.

“You should’ve waited for back up! For Brett or even me-“

“And what? I don’t think you understand when I say this guy had a gun aimed at our pregnant client and was ready to shoot her point blank any second. God knows why”

“I Don’t… Its just… I.. “, words seem to have tied his tongue into a knot and Karen immediately understands it as her cue to leave.

“I think I’m gonna get some coffee. Have to talk to Jess. She actually asked about you Foggy”, Karen says. Providing an entertained smirk.

“Yeah well after all the times I kept her out of Jail I hope she does”, Foggy replies but there's no heat in it. Only a fondness that surprises even her.

“Tell her I said Hi, and tell her she still owes me my retainer”

Karen lets out a laugh but she doesn’t say anything else. She gives a soft peck on the side of Foggy's head before leaving. The sole of her sneakers pad softly on the linoleum floor until she probably turns a corner after which Matt seems to be satisfied that she’s properly out of earshot.

Foggy raises an eyebrow that she knows Matt can’t see but she trusts her tone conveys her expectation for Matt to continue,“You were saying?”, she prods. Curt.

Matt’s hands are on his hips. A classic Murdock stance the few times he finds his clever tongue has failed him. Shuffling back and forth before taking a deep breath and - “You’re not suppose to get hurt. I know-“ He raises a palm to qualm his best friends protest “- it’s hypocritical of me. I know. But you’re meant to be safe Fog. Karen… I can’t stop her. No matter what I do. I’ve accepted that-“

“Like I’ve accepted the same thing about you?”

“It’s different fog!”, Matts voice is weighted with frustration and he’s gritting his teeth the way he always does when he’s trying to hold back from snapping.

"Matt, breath. I promise I'm not gonna make a habit out of this. I don't think my health insurance can take it. It's going to be hell to get them to cover my third hospital visit in 5 years. I'm pretty sure they're thinking about cancelling my contract at this very moment"

"Leave that to me", there's a challenging snarl in the undertone of Matt's voice - glad to have something else to direct his frustration at - that has something balloon all warm in Foggy's chest.

It's not that Matt has never showed off his protective streak before. She remembers how he reduced one of their classmates to tears in a debate when he found out they'd called her a fat fag at a party a few days before. Which frankly is not the worse she's been called and is just insultingly unoriginal. But it still makes something flutter fondly inside her at the unofficial confirmation of how much Matt still cares.

There hasn't been a lot of that going around lately what with Matt being stretched thin with Daredevil and a new gang trying to claim the territory Fisk had left behind. There hadn't been anything else that could take priority. Which, Foggy truly doesn't begrudge.

But she lost her best friend for months. Thought he was dead. She just got him back. Is it selfish for her to want him for herself for once?

He hasn't just been hers for a very long time now. Which, again, understandable. Matt's a fully independent adult, not an object to own. But she used to be able to hold his attention a lot more than she does now. A part of her knows its not because of her, but years of high school bullying have buried a vindictive voice in her head, constantly trying to convince her that its because she's just not important. Not enough.

Which again is so self-absorbed that she internally cringes every time it comes up. Still, to admit that it doesn't gnaw at her self-esteem would be a lie. Which is why she absolutely refused to raise the issue with her walking, talking lie-detector of a best friend.

She distracted herself with their workload. Both hers and Matts because she hadn't suggested they reopen their firm without knowing exactly what to expect. Not that Matt hadn't pulled his weight. The info he'd gotten for some of their cases as Daredevil was invaluable which is sort of important when their rinky dink little firm absolutely did not have the budget for a private investigator. There's only so many times Foggy can call Jess in for a favor before risking her busting his door down and throwing their office phone out the window.

Which, ok yeah that's not fair. Jess is a drunk asshole but she's not a bitch. Big difference. There would definitely be some empty threats and cussing colourful enough to make a sailor blush. But nothing worse.

So Foggy had done what she could and carried what she could. Which is why when their most recent client had called her from jail in a tearful panic, Foggy hadn't hesitated to rub the lethargy out of her eyes before making her way down to the precinct.

How could she have known that a cop - their clients ex, she'd been told - would pull out a gun on them both? She'd done her best to distract and try to diffuse the situation till one of the other cups could tackle the maniac. But he'd been a lot more trigger happy than any of them expected. Pushing their client out of the way had been instinct. It's not like she had purposely let the bullet hit her. She was just slow. Sue her. Her reflexes aren't that great.

But is it bad that she was having fun basking in Matt's attention right now? Matt mother henning her, from adjusting the position of her bed to chiding her into drinking more water (This is the third glass Matt. Anymore and my bladder is going to burst") to even fluffing her pillow.

Unfortunately she doesn't get to enjoy it for long because despite what waking up from a very long sleep would suggest, she still feels exhausted. The pain-killers are weighing her limbs down and the filter between her brain and her mouth has turned from a sieve to a funnel and she doesn't really want to say anything she's going to regret. Not anything bitter or sharp. Just thoughts. Feelings. Things that she's not ready to face, let alone voice.

But she can't stop the warmth rising in her cheeks when Matt lifts a hand to her temple to push some stray strands behind her ear ("It's growing out", "I like it. It's more you", "Not very professional though", "Avocados don't follow society's idea of professionalism", "Well you got me there"). Or from curling her fingers around his hand when he grips hers between both of his, brought up to his lips as if in prayer.

Matt has never been able properly look at her of course. Hello! Blind! But even with his radar senses, the lack of use of his eyes and the presence of his glasses make it so that he never really bothers to adjust his pupils to give the illusion of eye contact. It took some effort and time but after a while she managed to learn how to read her best friend from his body language and the simple way he moved to communicate what he couldn't or wouldn't say.

From the difference between a fake laugh and a genuine one to the way he tilts his head when you had his full attention. How he stiffens when he's annoyed or pissed. The disparity of a toothy smile and a open lipped snarl.

Foggy knows her best friend. Has spent 10 years collecting bits and pieces of him and while Matt might disagree with the image Foggy has formed of him in her mind, Foggy refuses to budge on it. Matt insists that he's built with the devil under his skin and a fury that burns with it. Contrary to Matt's belief, Foggy has always seen and known that part of Matt existed. Its just, to Foggy, they didn't hide what laid underneath. The empathy and kindness that curled like roots from which all Matt's actions rose from. From pushing an old man out of the way of a speeding truck to starting a firm that barely earned pennies for the sake of helping the innocent to even his need to stalk the night with nothing but a cotton shirt protecting him from harm.

So foggy knows. She knows how Matt acts when he's around his friends. When he's around potential hook ups and even when he was with Elektra. Loath as Foggy was to see it.

But right here, right now, there's something different in the way Matt is moving. Something tender. His thumb swirling circles on the back of her hand. His lips brush over her knuckles. Chapped and rough but the kiss he leaves on them is lingering and hot from his breath.

Even as her eyes droop, Foggy's heart drums a furious beat that threatens to burst through her ribs.

"Matty?", Foggy barely manages to get his name out. So tired, blackness already easing her away from him. She feels more then see's one of Matt's hands gliding down to clasp her wrist while the other pulls hers closer to rest his cheek on the back of it.

"Sleep Foggy. We'll talk when you wake up"

She does and this time, nothing hurts.

#Daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #Matt/foggy #My writing #my fic stuff #whump #angst

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