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tangyangie · 1 year

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karma general dating headcanons!

— first of all.. he definitely teases you. way more than anyone else. like, if him teasing the class was a 10 on the scale, you'd be a 26.

— he likes to poke you. there's no specific reason, you're just so.. pokeable. he likes to see your skin smush beneath his finger as you face slowly gets more annoyed. he will stop eventually, if you ask him to.

— he likes to buy you things. he will get you gifts that you've only mentioned once before, as a general thought. it's honestly baffling how closely he listens to what you say.

— he learns as much as possible about your tastes. you like a certain music artist? he's memorized the discography in one day. if he sees you browsing a site on how to make a certain dish? he learns how to cook it on the way to the grocery store to get the ingredients.

— he gives you massages. he notices how tense you may get, and wants to relieve this pressure. but, if you make any noise at all, he'll tease the shit out of you. be prepared.

— he does your schoolwork for you. if you forgot to do an assignment right before class, he'll write down the answers as fast as he possibly can. although korosensei probably wouldn't get too angry, you'd rather not deal with the speech.

— he loves to kiss you. a lot. he will completely engulf your face with his lips, all leading up to a final kiss on the lips and a tap on your nose. he constantly amuses you with this predictable pattern. -- one time, you decided to dodge the final kiss, and he acted so offended. he got back at you, though. you didn't escape him that time.

— he's a very light sleeper. if you move at all, he's waking up. just getting up to get a glass of water will make him jerk awake like the earth is destroying itself underneath his feet. you apologize every time, but no amount of sleeping aids helps.

— he initiates a lot of pillow fights. you say something with a little too much of a teasing smile, and he'll get you back by smothering you with a fluffy pillow. you laugh from underneath, but he'll only grab more to destroy you (with love) until you surrender.

— he makes fun of the characters in movies. you watch a horror movie, and he'll be yelling at the screen for the character not to go back to the door, how stupid they're being, and how he'd totally be able to survive whatever the phenomenon is.

— he's the least clumsy person you'll ever meet. he could probably carry ten gallons of water in paint buckets all stacked over each other on his head for 3 miles, and there would be absolutely no drop spilled.

— he likes to take you on fun dates. you'll both find an old park with a tire swing, and you'll hang out there every day eating oranges while hanging upside down on the monkey bars.

— he's a drama queen. he'll fall backwards theatrically with the back of his hand on his forehead and gracefully land on the grass. all of this because you refused to skip class with him.

— he's extremely protective. i don't think i need to mention this, but if he hears that anyone even laid a finger on you, he'll go pay them a friendly visit. they won't be coming to school for at least a week.

— he steals blankets. although it's mostly when he sleeps, he does it when he's awake, too. you're freezing your ass off? not his problem. (part of him wants you to cuddle up to him and beg him to wrap his arm around you.)

notes: this was so much fun to make!! i need to make more headcanons of random people who i'm thinking of atm..

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heartcereql · 8 months

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tommy shelby x finn's teacher!reader pt.2 || read pt.1 here

the sun was supposed to be setting at this time of the day. but, as you outstared at the skyline, you saw nothing but a silvery sky only getting darker.

usually, after a long day at school, exhausted by your students' behaviour, you went to an abandoned dock on the canal to watch the day fade into the night, hoping to relieve the tension of the day and to diminish the headache in your temple.

but it didn't seem like you were very lucky today, as the landscape was an ash-colored blur, clouds heavy. you turned your head to both sides, chasing sunlight, stars, anything. and that's when you saw a figure approaching.

dark coat, cigarette's smoke surrounding the shilouette, flat cap, confident stride. he was unmistakeable.

"mr shelby" you greeted. he shot you a glare and you remembered. "right- tommy."

he acknowledged you with a nod of his head, a cigarette dangling from his lips, icy blue eyes staring ahead at the horizon as he arrived by your side. you directed your eyes at the sun setting, too.

"i have seen the results of you staying true to your word and giving my suggestion a try", you hummed. "thank you"

you turned your body to face him, watching him exhale a cloud of smoke.

"turns out you were right, eh" he shrugged, taking a drag of smoke and exhaling it.

you gave him a small grin.

"but you still have to fulfill your part of the deal"

you tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered at his words, as you remembered what you had promised him. you had agreed to go for a drink with him.

"well, i am waiting for a proper invitation" you remarked, your tone playful.

"as the lady wishes. miss y/n, will you join me in this-" he paused, looking at the sky for a second. it was painted with dark clouds, auguring storm. "- in this bleak and unsurprisingly grey afternoon for a drink at the garrison?"

you smiled at his words, having to bite your lip, preventing yourself to smile any wider.

"it'll be my pleasure" you replied, watching him drop the cigarette to the ground and stomp on it. "care to lead the way, mr shelby?"

he was about to correct you when he noticed the mocking tone in your voice and the grin on your lips. he started walking, -

"what will it be?" tommy inquired.

the two of you had taken a seat besides the bar almost immediatly. the people had appeared to go silent for the slightest second, observing you, but then had quickly returned to their affairs.

your eyes explored the pub, resting delightfully on the golden details, scanning every detail. quite nice for the reputation that preceded it.

"whatever you're having" you answered, finally directing your gaze to him.

he raised his brows, not quite impressed but amused.

"it's strong"

"oh i'll be able to handle it"

he just gave you a smug smirk before ordering the barmaid another drink for you.

"so what is it?" you wondered as you stared curiously at the amberine drink.

"whisky. scotch." he sipped his drink as if it was water.

you copied his action, putting on your best efforts to suppress a face as you swallowed the stinging alcohol.

very soon, you were caught in the joyous mood of the garrison, establishing light conversation with tommy, mostly exchanging courtesy questions, drinking and sharing some laughs.

"i understand you own this pub" you brought up, voice louder than usual so tommy was able to hear you above all the noisy chattering and giddiness from the garrison.

"my brother. arthur."

"well it's a beautiful place. he must be proud." you complimented, downing the rest of your drink, trying not to grimace as it burnt down your throat. it sure was strong.

"aye, that he is" tommy took a swig of his drink as well. "how's it going with the kids?"

you frowned in confusion for an instant before realising he meant your students.

"they're alright. they get introuble, make fuss about everything, but then again, they're children. they're actually sweet when they want to."

"and how's finn doing?" his eyes locked on yours, unable to escape the others'.

"he's a bright kid, he really is. but he loses focus more often than not. he gets carried away. and then it's even more difficult to help him back on track. but i think he can do it." you informed, sending a sympathetic smile his way.

he only hummed, his reaction to your comment unreadable.

you decided not to ask how his own business was, knowing better than to pry on affairs that didn't concern you. instead you asked something else, something that would make him warm inside.

"finn mentioned you have horses. you race 'em, right? how're they?"

tommy's gaze immediately softened. though only the corners of his lips seemed to curl into a smile, he was beaming inside. you actually asked about his horses. not many people did. it was something he appreciated.

"alright, yeah. we got a new addition a couple of weeks back." he answered as he grabbed the bottle and refilled the glasses for the third time. "she's being trained now. great promise, that one. she's got a resistance quite difficult to find, an endurance rather auspicious. lot of potential."

he handed you the drink. you thanked him, head a bit fuzzy. but there was something about the way he spoke about horses. passion. you would've never guessed, not before getting to know the man, he could speak so fondly, so committed. you sipped the whisky, listening to tommy attentively.

the pub was cleared out by the time you two decided to leave. your head was spinning, groggy from the alcohol. you could barely contain your smile anymore.

but as you stepped outside, birmingham's weather hit you like a splash of cold water. literally.

“it’s raining!” you laughed. “fucking storming”

“here”

tommy unfolded a black umbrella, holding it your way. you scooted closer, under the protection of the umbrella. for a moment, neither tommy nor you moved, both standing under the ubrella. droplets of water splashed lightly as they fiercely hit the ground and already formed puddles.

"care to lead the way, miss y/l/n?" he repeated your words from earlier.

"where to?"

"your residence, of course", he replied. seeing you were still as confused, he clarified "you're not going home alone, in the rain and certainly not tipsy as you are"

you were taken aback from his stern but concerned demeanour. and how come he was not affected in the slightest from the drinking? were you really such a lightweight?

"okay then" you smiled up at him as you started walking your way through the dark streets of small heath, praying the man wouldn't notice the way your skin heat up when your arms brushed.

after what seemed like an eternity, you reached the disheveled door, once white, that led to your house. stepping into the porch, you now stood in front of him.

"thank you, thomas. for the walk, for the drink, for the talk, for talking to finn. and" you smiled, mostly to yourself, before continuing, "i had a really good time."

he silently nodded, also smirking.

"stay safe, y/n"

"you too"

you watched as he turned and walked off into the night, under his umbrella, with the stride you were getting so used to.

"wednesday evening" he called out as he walked away.

"what?" you exclaimed in disbelief. was he asking to meet again? not that you were complaining, or that it wasn't thrilling and making your stomach churn with eagerness; but you knew it was risky.

"be there"

he disappeared around a corner, and you shut the door quietly, resting against it, smiling like a schoolgirl.

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders x reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy #heartcereql

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libraryofgage · 6 months

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Mermaid/Pirate Steddie Five

One | Two | Three | Four

*slaps top of the fic* this bad boi has everything: mermaids, fluff, reunions, Eddie being a simp, protective mom Steve

Anyway, stick around to the very very end for a meme hot off the presses about this part lmao

as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;P

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It takes Robin and the guppies three days to reach the ship Erica mentioned. They're all irritable, and the only thing that keeps them from snapping at each other is the idea that Steve might be hurt or in danger. Robin thinks they might have torn each other apart otherwise, and she can't even say for sure that she would have stopped the guppies from engaging in a full-on brawl.

So, to say she's beyond relieved when they finally catch up to the ship is an understatement.

But now they need to plan. The ship is way too close to a port city; close enough that any of the pirates could survive long enough to swim that way and spread the story of a murderous pod. Which, honestly, wouldn't do much for keeping all mermaids safe and on good enough terms with humanity that regular humans don't hunt them for sport. It does nothing to stop the pirates, but still.

"We could just make sure to drown everyone," Max suggests, watching the bottom of the ship with narrowed eyes.

Robin almost agrees, but then she stops. Because she knows Steve. If even one person on that ship wasn't an asshole to him, he'd say to spare them, and that could result in the aforementioned spreading of murderous pod stories. But after he's been trapped for so long, Robin wouldn't be able to argue with any request. She's already imagined him dead and strung up like a trophy more than she'd like to admit. She couldn't stand to see him frown after that.

So, she shakes her head, a frustrated bubble pattern flaring from her gills. "We need to be smarter about this," she says.

"We didn't strategize before sinking the other one," Will points out.

"That one kidnapped him. This one might have rescued him, and we should show mercy if that is the case," El says, stretched out and floating on her back. She's the most relaxed of them, and Robin wonders if it's because of that sixth sense she's got going.

"El is right," Robin says, crossing her arms and studying the ship. "We should be more careful about this."

"We could try signaling him," Dustin suggests. "Like, uh, dolphin noises or something."

"If we do that," Lucas says, "we'll need to give him enough time to respond without anyone around."

Robin nods, agreeing with both of them. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do. I'll swim closer while you guys stay here. We have that dumb screech system Steve made us memorize, so I'll use that to signal him. Then we'll wait until the sun rises tomorrow. That should be enough time for him to respond. If he doesn't, we'll sink the ship," she says.

"What if he's not on it?" Mike asks.

"We'll keep one human alive for questioning," Will says, looking at Robin and flashing a tiny, relieved smile when she nods in agreement. "We'll probably have to drown them either way, though."

"Well, we don't need to tell them that," Erica says, snorting as she reaches out to pet a fish that swims by. It's tiny enough to weave through her fingers twice before swimming on.

"Yeah, definitely won't be telling them," Robin agrees, trying and mostly failing to hold back an amused smile. "Okay, stay here. I'll be back after a few minutes. While I'm gone, Erica is in charge."

A chorus of protests chases after Robin as she swims away, heading toward the surface. The sun shines brighter the closer she gets, and she winces when her head finally breaks through the water. It reflects off the ocean, sparkling and blinding as the water shifts and flows.

Robin huffs and sinks down until only her eyes are above the water. The ship is a few yards away, and she can't see anyone moving around on the deck from this distance. She slowly moves closer, her ear fins straining as she tries to listen for any sign of life. Or Steve. Actually, she'd love to hear any sign of Steve from the ship.

Unfortunately, she doesn't.

Once she's close enough to touch the ship, hiding in the shadow it casts over the water, she circles it once. There are a few windows along the hull, but none of them are actually open. That could make it harder for Steve to hear her, but Robin will just be extra loud to compensate.

Robin clears her throat, rolls her shoulders, flicks her tail, and rises until her chin is above the water. She then lets out a sound that can only be classified as the dying shrieks of a dolphin and seagull's abomination of a love child. She makes this noise twice, but each one lasts a few seconds.

Robin can't risk any of the humans seeing her when they investigate the noise. If they are holding Steve captive, they might hurt him even more if they know another mermaid is around. So, she dips below the water, completely submerging and waiting anxiously for a response.

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Steve has discovered the wonders of just sprawling on a solid surface, his arms thrown to the side and his tail stretched out as he stares up at the ceiling. It's oddly calming, and Steve can almost trick himself into thinking the bobbing of the ship is the ocean itself.

That's what Steve is doing now, forcing himself to relax and brace himself for telling Eddie that he has to leave for a while to find Robin and the guppies. His eyes are closed, and he's running through every possible outcome of that conversation. The second best case scenario (Eddie decides to come with him in a tiny boat) is playing out when he hears it.

The Emergency Shriek.

The last time he'd heard it, Dustin was desperately crying out for help as he struggled against the net that dragged him to the surface. Steve's reaction then had been the exact same as his reaction now. He jolts, his eyes wide and all of his fins flaring in preparation for the fastest swimming of his life, and his lips are pulled back in a vicious snarl to display his fangs and scare off the threat.

But he's on a boat, in the captain's cabin, and that window is way too small for him to climb through. Steve doesn't really think (he can't, actually; his brain has officially gone into Guppies and Robin In Danger Mode). He drags himself to the door of the cabin, digs his fingers into the space beneath, and uses all his strength to rip it off.

The wood groans and the hinges shriek and then the bottom half of the door comes off in his hands. Steve tosses it to the side and crawls through, his tail twitching and flopping in a vain attempt to move faster. If anyone were to actually witness this, they'd probably find it somewhere between utterly terrifying and unfortunately hilarious. A giant fish is dragging and flopping along the floor, but it's also exuding the most intense aura of bloodlust most creatures have ever encountered.

And that bloodlust only gets worse when Steve comes to the stairs that lead to the deck. He stares at them, anger building in his chest at the obstacle they present and just how long it will take to climb them. By the time he reaches the top, Robin and the guppies could be dead, and Steve will have wasted time by uselessly trying to climb some stupid stairs.

He grits his teeth, claws digging into the wood beneath him. And then Steve suddenly realizes that he doesn't have to climb the stairs himself. He takes a deep breath, his gills flaring some to pull in more air, and screams as loud as he can, "EDDIE!"

Steve is absolutely going to reward Eddie for his speed (later, after his guppies and Robin are safe) because he immediately hears something crash above him, followed by swearing and frantic footsteps that stop at the stairs. "Stevie, what the fuck?" Eddie asks, panting as he hurries down the stairs.

"On the deck," Steve says, pushing up onto his tail and wrapping his arms around Eddie's neck when he starts leaning down. "Right now, Eddie. Actually, two minutes ago. As fast as you can. And to the edge of the ship. The railing. Now!"

Eddie, his wonderful and incredible Eddie, doesn't question him. He just scoops Steve up and carries him back up the stairs, fingers digging into Steve's waist when he nearly trips over the final step. He finds his balance again, barely, and strides over to the railing.

Steve can't see anything wrong with the water, but he knows the surface doesn't actually tell him anything useful. He frowns and looks at Eddie. "I'll be back," he promises before letting go of Eddie's neck and twisting to place his hands on the rail.

In one swift motion, he launches himself over the side, grimacing when he feels the edge of his tail fin smack Eddie's cheek along the way. But Steve doesn't let himself linger and focuses on the rush of water around him as he dives below the surface. His gills flare and he breathes for the first time in a while, his hair and body familiarly weightless, and Steve fully realizes how much he fucking missed being in the ocean.

But he can't linger on that relief and joy either.

Steve shoots through the water, swimming to wear he thinks the Emergency Shriek came from, only to be tackled as he rounds the edge of the ship. He yelps, his breath knocked out of him as he goes careening, arms wrapping around his waist like he's going to disappear. It takes exactly one second for him to recognize Robin, her hair floating in front of his eyes and her claws digging into his back.

"You're okay!" she shouts as their momentum starts to falter.

Steve wraps his arms around her and holds her close, one hand on the back of her head and the other around her waist. "Where's the danger?" he asks, scanning the water around them and frowning when he sees nothing.

Robin laughs and pulls away, grinning at him with relief clear in her eyes. "There isn't any, dingus. I was trying to see if you were on that ship," she explains.

Before she can say anything else or Steve can respond, several bodies crash into him from behind. "STEVE!"

They all go careening through the water again, and Steve can't help laughing this time. He tries to hug as many of the guppies as he can, running his fingers through their hair and over their shoulders to reassure himself and them that they're together again. They don't let up, though, and Steve is getting pulled deeper and deeper as they pile on top of him, each trying to get closer as Robin wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face in his nape.

"Okay, okay!" Steve says, a stupidly happy grin on his face, "I'm fine, I promise. I'm not hurt."

"But you were!" Will shouts, managing to push forward long enough for Steve to see the red in his eyes from crying. "We saw your scales in the other ship."

"I healed," Steve promises, gesturing at his tail. This gets the guppies to back off long enough to inspect his tail, all seven of them circling around and inspecting for new injuries.

"What's this?" Erica asks, pointing at the new scar.

"That's the wound that healed."

"I'm so glad you're okay," El says, finishing her inspection first and grabbing Steve's hand.

"Yeah, now we can wreck that ship!" Max says, her eyes lighting up with a vicious glee as she looks at the Corroded Coffin in the distance.

Steve blinks. "Wait, what?"

"This has been healed for a while, Steve," Max explains, gesturing to his tail, "So, they must have been keeping you captive, right? Let's sink them."

"I bet they've got some great treasure on there," Dustin says, lingering closer to Steve's shoulder even as he looks at the ship, studying it with the same face he studies squids he wants to try trapping.

And, yeah, Dustin would be right. There is some great treasure in the Corroded Coffin. Steve's treasure. Eddie. "We are not sinking the ship," he says, his voice firm. It's his official Caretaker Voice, and it makes all the guppies stiffen slightly as they look at him. "The...humans there saved me."

A few seconds pass, and then Robin behind him gasps. "You fell in love!" she shouts, using Steve's shoulders to brace herself as she pushes up and leans over his head. "With a human!"

"Wh-how could you tell?!" Steve asks, looking up at her as the guppies start clamoring for his attention as well.

"Was it the captain?" Will asks, eyes a little brighter but also warier.

"Is he ugly?" Mike asks, his tone implying that he already believes the answer to be yes.

"Dude, how could you fall for a human?!" Dustin shouts, his nose wrinkled up in slight disgust.

"Have you been courting a human the whole time we've been looking for you?" Erica asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah! How long have you been healed, then?" Max adds, moving next to Erica and glaring at Steve.

"Wait, so we're not sinking the ship?" Lucas asks, failing to cover his disappointment as he gazes at the ship longingly.

"Congratulations, Steve. I'm sure he's very nice," El says, smiling at him, and Steve almost cries at her simple and accepting response.

"I want to meet him," Robin says.

And her words get the rest of the guppies to quiet down. They all share a few looks and then nod at Steve in sync. "Yeah, we need to meet him," Dustin says, apparently the spokesperson for the group.

Steve blinks, looking at the guppies and Robin. He wanted Eddie to meet his guppies and Robin, of course, but he's a little worried about what they'll do to Eddie. "Only if you promise not to drown him," he says, shooting each of them a hard look.

"I'm insulted you think we would," Robin says, scoffing as she swims to the guppies, facing Steve. "Now, go get your soft and very drownable human down here."

Steve rolls his eyes and motions for the guppies and Robin to follow as he swims toward the surface. He doesn't plan to let them out of his sight, and he knows the feeling is mutual.

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Exactly twenty minutes and 13 seconds have passed since Steve threw himself over the rail of the ship, and Eddie hasn't moved. He knows his crew is a little concerned, especially when they notice the red cut across his cheek, but he waves them off when they try to pull him away from the railing to focus on something else.

He just can't risk Steve surfacing and not seeing him.

And his paranoia feels validated when Steve does surface and immediately smiles brightly at him, looking somewhere between relieved and ecstatic. "Eddie!" Steve shouts, waving like he doesn't always have Eddie's undivided attention, "Jump in!"

Here's the thing. When a gorgeous merman that Eddie has spent a bunch of time courting (and then kissing) tells him to jump into the ocean, Eddie is going to jump into the fucking ocean. "Just a second," he shouts back.

He kicks off his shoes, waves off Asher and Jeff when they try to convince him to not jump off the ship, and then launches himself over the railing. For a brief moment, Eddie feels weightless, and then he hits the water. His legs sting a little where they broke the surface, the cut on his cheek practically screams in protest, and a cascade of bubbles block his vision just as much as the salt that stings his eyes and makes everything blurry.

The blurriness does nothing to keep him from recognizing Steve when he swims closer, though. Steve is still grinning at him, and Eddie's grin in return falters slightly when he tries to kick to the surface and Steve stops him. Before Eddie can try to signal that he cannot, in fact, breathe underwater, Steve kisses him.

As they kiss, Steve's tongue pushes against Eddie's lips, carefully prying them open. Eddie leans closer to Steve, figuring he doesn't mind dying like this, and falters when he feels a bubble of air roll down his tongue and lodge in his throat. Steve pulls away, and Eddie inhales on reflex. The bubble in his throat gets a tiny bit smaller, and Eddie doesn't get any water in his lungs.

"Tug my arm when the bubble gets too small. You won't be able to talk underwater, but you won't drown." And then he notices the cut on Eddie's face. His smile drops some, and he leans forward, gently tracing his finger along the wound. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," Steve says, his voice echoing and surrounding Eddie in the water.

Eddie shakes his head, waving his hand dismissively. It's at this point that he notices some blurry shapes a distance away, but he doesn't pay them too much mind. He focuses back on Steve and takes his hand, squeezing reassuringly before kissing his palm.

"It doesn't hurt, right?" Steve asks, his voice a little softer and slightly muffled but still one of the most beautiful things Eddie has ever heard.

Eddie shakes his head again and wraps his free hand around Steve's waist, pulling him closer. This is much easier to do in the water. He kisses Steve again, tasting salt more than anything else, and Steve takes the chance to replenish the air bubble despite its minimal use so far.

When he pulls away, he looks more relaxed. "Promise you'll let me know if you need more air?" he asks, his tone insistent and firm. Steve waits for Eddie to nod before grinning. "Great, because my guppies and Robin want to meet you. And, uh, they're really disappointed about not getting to sink your ship, but don't hold that against them."

Eddie blinks, suddenly wondering if maybe he shouldn't have jumped into the ocean at Steve's beck and call. But then he notices the way Steve moves so naturally in the water, how his hair floats and moves around him, how bubbles rise from his gills as he speaks, and Eddie knows he'd jump without thought all over again.

So, yeah, he guesses it's time to meet some guppies and Robin.

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Tag List (the tag list is full! I wasn't able to fit everyone, so if you aren't on here, I'd suggest following #high seas steddie. I think you should still get updates on your dash if you do)

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And, if you've made it this far, here's a little meme for your entertainment

#steddie #steddie fic #high seas steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #merman steve harrington #pirate eddie munson #robin buckley #the party #mermaid/pirate au #stranger things fic

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osleeplessflowero · 1 month

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hi! If it's ok can you do a Reaper sans x reader with fluff and in it they are dating and Reaper can touch the reader and their soul trait would be kindness

hii! an opportunity to use reaper..this'll be fun! thank you for your request Anon! 🌸

💚Flirting With Death🖤

Reaper comes to a stop once he re-enters the mortal realm once more, relieved that no one is aware that he's awake at the moment.. Although he may be the God of Death..he doesn't really feel like killing anybody. No, he'd much rather do literally anything else.

His eyes dart around until he perks up at the sight of a familiar face taking a walk down a path and letting a butterfly rest on their finger. He'd know them anywhere.

A strange figure that appeared in his world out of no where..an unexplained event. They don't know much of their origin themself, but..they're content, living in this world. And he's grown so very fascinated with them.. Someone who managed to slip their way into his guarded heart.

Floating over you, a sly cheshire-like grin stretches onto his face as he grabs your shoulders, spooking you. You jolt as you turn around, furrowing your brows as he lets out an amused chuckle.

"Not funny!" You cross your arms as more butterflies seem to make their way to you, resting on your head. "Quit doing that."

"i saw an opportunity, and i took it. anyway..movin' on from that, how are you today?" He leans down upside down. "haven't seen you in a while..guess we both got too busy."

"Come down here before I answer." You gesture, earning an amused chuckle. "alright then." He floats back upright, before landing on the ground.

The butterflies spread out, flying in varying directions, avoiding the God of Death so they wouldn't meet an early demise. He stands before you, using his magic to put away his scythe, leaving himself open.

"Much better..I like being on equal terms." You smile, holding a small basket in front of you. "I've mostly just been hanging out here..taking walks and stuff. Oh yeah, I've been making a bunch of paper crafts- y'know, like origami? It's pretty fun. ..When I'm not getting lectured for leaving a bunch of paper rabbits out." You mutter that last part, earning a chuckle from him.

"oh my stars, that's so..you." He grins, watching you as you begin walking and following without hesitation. "Creativity is both my blessing and my curse." You smile sheepishly, guiding him along a grass-covered path. He occasionally floats so he doesn't kill any flowers beneath him, listening carefully as you talk about this and that.

"What about you?" You turn to him, snapping him out of a trance of sorts. "oh, well..y'know. your typical scenarios. death, death, more death. this job's killing me." "How is it, up there?" "well..just do my job, talk to who i'm 'sposed to, and do daily tasks. pretty simple." "..You must be pretty lonely up there.."

He turns to you.

"I mean-" "it was pretty lonely, without you there. ..things don't feel the same up there, compared to when i'm with you. tends to happen, heh."

You gently hold out your hand, offering for him to take it. He looks between you and your hand for a moment, gently taking it and intertwining his fingers with yours. Wow, is that a strange sensation.. he's gotta learn to get used to all of this touching. Especially since you're so openly affectionate..

"Well..at least we're here together now, right? We've got plenty of time." You smile warmly at him. His cheekbones flush a light shade of blue..there you go again, tugging on his heartstrings. "..i guess you're right."

You continue leading him along like he's a lost puppy, taking a deep breath as the sun hits your face from above. It's always good to savor it while it lasts..and considering it's going to set soon, that time's limited.

"Now that you're back I wanna spend as much time with you as possible..don't get too sick of me, okay?" "that's what i'm supposed to say to you." "Yeah, right. I could never be sick of you."

He averts his eyes, hiding the bottom of his face within his hood as his face flushes even more.

You smile, stopping and turning to him as another breeze blows through, gently swaying your clothing to the side.

"i haven't..felt like this before, with anybody." He raises a hand, placing it on his warm cheekbone. "it's all so..new.."

"Can I touch your face?" You ask politely, and he nods, appreciating that. You lift a hand, gently touching his cheekbone and letting him lean into it. "..It's new for both of us, really. ..We've got each other, every step of the way, right?"

"yeah.." He smiles, putting his hand over yours. "i don't mind being touched by you. it's something i could get used to." "..You always have such..uncertainty, when you hold my hand. Why's that?" "i guess.. a part of me's scared that my...effect will work on you one day." His eyesockets narrow as he grimaces. "the idea of losing you is.."

You gently hold your hand up so he can see before you put it on his other cheek, turning him so he'll face you properly.

"Sans." You mutter his name, his true name, leaving him breathless. "I doubt that'd ever happen..I'm too stubborn to go anywhere. No matter what, I will always be with you somehow..even when you're up there with the fun police."

He snickers, moving his hand over to touch your hair before it slides to your cheek. Now it's your turn to lean..savoring his gentle touches. He treats you as if you're the most fragile thing in the world..one wrong move, and you could shatter into pieces. But at the same time, you're very sturdy.. you can handle yourself just fine. He knows that.

"You can touch me as much as you'd like to. I don't mind at all."

His face burns. "forward, much?" "Yeah. But I mean it." You smile. "If you'd like me to, I'll give you as much physical affection as you want." "..yeah?" "Yeah." "how so?"

"Well..may I?" You lean a little closer. "of course."

You then proceed to pepper his skull with kisses, getting a few laughs out of him since he's ticklish. Oh, would you use that to your advantage later-

"Mmmwah! There. There'll be plenty more where that came from." You smile smugly, watching as he slowly reopens his eyes, turning to you and..matching your expression? Oh. Oh no.

He gently grabs your wrists, pulling you just a liiittle closer.

"you're not getting away that easily. it's my turn."

Oh heavens.

#sleeplessflower's drabbles #reaper sans x reader #undertale x reader #utmv x reader #sans au x reader

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tfp-enthusiast · 8 months

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Can I get Megatron, starscream, knockout, Optimus, and smokescreen's reaction to a new young decepticon recruit joining them. One with the same fresh and go get e'm personality as smokescreen except this bot isn’t inexperienced, and has a sassy egotistical, but justifiable attitude because of how well they fight. You can make up how they arrived.

Megatron, Optimus, Knockout, Starscream, Smokescreen x GN!Teen!Bot!Reader

[Hey guys! Firstly I'm sorry for not answering requests for quite some time but now I'm back and can do that again!]

[Secondly, I just wrote that it's the recruit joining the fraction they're in (like reader joining the Autobots when I write for OP and Smokescreen and the same way for the cons) so sorry if it's not like you wanted it to be]

>Megatron<

>Starscream<

He doesn't know how to feel about you

He's glad to have a capable warrior on his ship, especially a young one because there are like none new Con's since eons, but he's also annoyed that you act so sassy

He does find it amusing though when you and Starscream start one of your sass 'fights' again

And don't even dare try to tell him how much of a great warrior you are, he will destroy your storys by telling what great of a warrior he is and that he was and still is the champion

He mostly let's you go on solo missions but sometimes he let's you lead an mission for mining energon

He kind of sees himself when he was still a young bot when he sees you

Probably the reason he allows you around him and doesn't rage when you tell about yourself for the 7th time this cycle

>Knockout<

He does not like you

At first he actually despised you

You two have often an argument about who is better but you mostly stop because he still is the SIC of the ship

He is kind of jealous that you are so young and talented already

Makes him a little self-conscious tbh

Doesn't let that show of course

Has tried to get you to eliminate someone for him on multiple occasions

He hates but at the same time loves going on missions with you because you just fight the enemy for him mostly

Fears that one day someone will say something about that

But you seem to enjoy being the one battling too so he knows that wouldn't happen

Oh he loves you!

Likes that you have sass but don't ever think about using it on him

He hopes that you two get on missions because he thinks you look fabulous while fighting those annoying Autobots!

Gets bored of your storys about your battles relatively quickly but when he has nothing better to do he just listens to you while buffing himself

Sometimes tries to get you to buff him with words like 'Are you as good as buffing as you are at battling?' but that's mostly just teasing from his side

Thinks that you could at least try to look a little better because, why can't you look good and be dangerous, look at him! He's both of it in one body!

>Optimus<

>Smokescreen<

He internally sighed when he saw you acted almost exactly like Smokescreen

Like he has nothing against either of you but he was worried that you two would cause trouble

But when he saw that you had a lot more experience than Smokescreen he was relieved

But then he sees you and Smokescreen trying to take on hords of Decepticons on your own and feels like his spark stopped beating

Why can't you just stop trying to show off??

He tries to let you know that he thinks you are a great warrior because he thinks that it will make you turn your adventures down a little

But it somehow makes it worse and he tries to hold you back from going on missions on your own/with Smokescreen because it will end in chaos

The only way to distract you from going through that groundbridge is trying to get you to talk about yourself

You two are an absolute menace

Like you two have so much in common!

Doesn't even understand it when you scoff at his babbeling about how you two are like two peas out of one pod

He just fuels that you talk about your battles and what you saw out there

When you two are on a mission together it ends most times with a big disaster and a scolding from both Ratchet and Optimus

Arcee has to literally drag you two back to base because no, you can't just march into that mine guns a blazing

Smokescreen demands to learn how to fight from you

Smokescreen often tries to be better than you or tell his own storys but you somehow always seem to have a story thats way more awesome

Btw. Miko is not allowed in the same room as you and Smokescreen

It will not end good

Like that one time where you decided it would be a good idea to raid that mine and try to blow up Starscream

You did make it out in one piece tho

[P.S How do you like the new writing style I tried to go for? I thought it would be looking better this way (:]

#tfp x reader #tfp #tfp decepticons x reader #tfp autobots x reader #tfp megatron x reader #tfp optimus x reader #tfp knockout x reader #tfp starscream x reader #tfp smokescreen x reader

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parkitaco · 1 year

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for the kiss prompts <3 45 if it's alright!!

"I'm just saying," Will says, huffing indignantly as he steps over a tree root, "If you weren't being a baby about driving, we would have been at your house already."

"I am not being a baby!" Mike yelps, for what is maybe the fourth time, and in his indignation he sucks in a mouthful of spores. He coughs, and Will pauses to lift an eyebrow in concern as Mike doubles over.

He purses his lips, looking unsure of whether to reach for him or not, and Mike shoots him a scowl as he straightens back up. "'Wow, Mike, are you okay?'" he mimics, in a piss-poor imitation of Will's voice, and is pleased to see that Will's mouth twitches upward. It's been harder to make Will smile, lately, though Mike supposes that's a natural response to the apocalypse, but- still. It feels like a small victory, when one of Mike's dumb jokes can still make Will's mouth tick up in amusement.

"You're fine," Will says dismissively, and then, with another twitch of the eyebrows, "You baby."

Mike gasps in mock offense, clapping a hand to his chest, and Will huffs out a breath that could, under the right circumstances, be considered a laugh. Mike's heart doubles in size. "I'm sorry," he says, as he steps over a root and continues marching through the forest, Will hurrying to catch up with him, "But neither of us has a driver's license, so-"

"So what," Will argues, which is the same thing he'd said when this conversation started twenty minutes ago, and it's equal parts endearing and infuriating. "It's the apocalypse, Mike, walking three miles alone is way more risky than driving down an empty road at twenty miles an hour."

"Neither of us know how, though," Mike points out, scowling, "And I'm still traumatized from the last time I was in a car with an underage driver behind the wheel, so."

Will frowns, just a little, and even though Mike didn't say Max's name aloud, he can tell they're both thinking about it when Will replies, "Yeah, well. I actually do know how to drive."

His voice is too quiet, now, none of the mostly-fake edge from earlier, and Mike mentally curses himself out for inadvertently bringing up such a depressing topic. "Yeah?" he asks, as lightly as he can muster as he bumps his arm against Will's, and is entirely too relieved when Will presses back. "Since when?"

"Jonathan taught me," Will says, mouth twisted in a wry little grin, "Last fall. Right after we moved to Lenora, because he thought it would get me-"

Will's voice cuts off sharply, and Mike glances over with a question on his lips, only to find Will staring down at his leg. Mike follows his gaze, and his eyes widen in horror when he sees a thick black vine slowly winding itself around Will's ankle.

Their eyes meet in horror, and Will has exactly enough time to utter a panicked "Mike-" before he's gone, yanked to the ground in one fluid motion.

Mike utters a noise halfway between a scream and a sob, and he's off after Will before he's even thinking about it, knees scraping the ground as he frantically crawls after Will, reaching for his wrists.

His fingers touch his palms, then scrape over his forearms, until Will's fingertips fly out and catch the sleeve of Mike's sweater, and Mike grabs his upper arm and holds on as tight as he possibly can.

"Mike," Will says again, like he's not even thinking about it, and Mike pulls him to his chest, watching Will frantically kick at the vine. "It's- got me, hang on-" he hisses against Mike's shoulder, as the vine wrestles at his leg, hard enough that Mike can feel Will straining to keep hold of him.

"Okay, shit, okay-" Mike says desperately, reaching desperately for the bat shoved haphazardly into his backpack, Will's fingers digging painfully into his arms, "You- hold your leg still, okay, I don't want to hurt you-"

"I don't care, Mike, just get rid of it," Will says, thrashing his leg again as he tucks his face away against Mike's shoulder, whimpering. He's scared, Mike realizes, because of course he is, but the realization strikes some deep, protective instinct in Mike. He presses one hand against Will's back as firmly as he can manage as, before he can think too hard about it, he brings the bat down hard on the vine just off to the side of Will's leg.

The vine shakes a little, and Will's fingers dig harder into his skin. "Again," he commands, but it sounds small and afraid as he speaks into Mike's collarbone, "It's- it loosened, so-"

"Yeah, okay," Mike says, lips brushing over the top of Will's head as he leans forward to bring the bat down again, harder this time. The vine loosens further, and Will kicks again, shaking it almost all the way off. Mike brings the bat down again, pulling Will closer at the same time, and Will shakes his leg free, instantly recoiling into Mike and hissing as the vine snakes away into the woods.

"Shit," Mike murmurs into Will's hair, breathing hard as he curls his arms protectively around Will's back. "Are you okay?"

Will lifts his face, and Mike's heart does a complicated twisty thing when he sees that his cheeks are stained with tears. "S' it gone?" Will asks hoarsely, and Mike nods quickly, reaching up to brush Will's hair out of his face. "Then- yeah, I think I'm okay."

"Good," Mike murmurs, and as Will tries to shift away, he finds his arms tightening around him instead, keeping him in place. Will freezes, glancing up at him with wide eyes, and Mike swallows. "I- sorry," he whispers, loosening his grip a little but still not letting go, and despite his efforts his gaze falls to Will's lips. They're- very chapped, from the unnatural cold in the air, probably, or maybe from the nervous lip biting that Mike should- definitely not be noticing.

He's not sorry. Not for any of it, really. He probably should be, but he's not.

Mike leans forward and presses his lips to Will's.

Maybe it's sheer dumb luck that Will kisses back. Maybe Will's just hopped up on adrenaline, or maybe it's the heat of the moment, or maybe he's not doing it on purpose, but frankly Mike would be fine with any of those reasons, because Will is kissing him back, and it's tentative and shaky and nervous, but it's happening all the same.

Will's lips are warm, and chapped just like Mike had been noticing, and it's a glancing sort of kiss, more chaste than Mike would maybe prefer, but it's- something. They're something.

He pulls back after a minute, sucking in a soft breath as his eyes flutter open and meet Will's own. "Don't scare me like that again," he whispers.

"Can't promise anything," Will murmurs, mouth twisting into a small, rare smile. I made him smile, Mike thinks, a thrilled flame flickering up his spine, again.

"Try," he retorts, and Will presses his forehead against Mike's, laughing lightly.

He glances up, eyes wide and pleased as their noses brush. "I'll do my best."

Good enough. "Sorry I kissed you."

Will quirks an eyebrow. "No you're not."

"No, I'm not," Mike agrees, and grins all teeth.

Will laughs, and it's such a sweet sound, quiet and soft but so loud in the dead silence of the woods, and Mike leans in to catch his lips with his own again.

Again, Will kisses back.

#45 - relieved kisses #byler ficlet #mike wheeler #will byers #this is such a Them trope fr #ty anon <33

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thesmallmeggles · 3 months

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*clears throat*

Revised 🟣Violet🟣 × 🍍Zanzo🍍 Lore

In light of new development that came about during RP, I felt it was necessary to create a more concrete story summary to follow.

As a heads up, it's a bummer. CW: Toxic Relationship (Better safe than sorry even if it might not apply)

👇Under the Line Break as per usual👇

Refresher: Violet and Zanzo were friends. :) They first met as cashier and customer, and started hanging out more after Violet got ditched by her at the time boyfriend at a convention.

(Z: "Hey, don't be upset about that clown. Hang out with some cool people instead!")

When Kale takes over Vandelay, he promotes Zanzo, which results in dropped communication with Violet because of growing busyness.

Which brings us to...

Romance Phase One (Pre Canon)

As it turns out, both people's feelings evolved into something more than platonic. (Violet crushed on Zanzo first, but she never said anything because it'd be awkward. Zanzo didn't feel anything romantic towards Violet until this point.)

However, there were three big stumbling blocks:

1. Working at Kale Era Vandelay Technologies has brought out the worst in Zanzo

2. Violet and Zanzo both have residual traumas that neither have worked through yet which affects how they communicate with each other. (Violet has next to no boundaries, Zanzo tramples over them, they both have poor self esteem)

3. 🧜‍♀️Caramel Roscoe🧜‍♀️, Violet's "friend" and roommate, actively sabotages their relationship because she's mad that this anime loving loser stole her favorite punching bag best friend. (Similar to Zanzo and Violet, she also has issues, but is less inclined to self improvement or recognize that she needs to do so in the first place)

Some Notable Events

In the beginning, Zanzo learns through the grapevine that Violet moved to the island, but instead of contacting her as himself, he pranks her by catfishing. When Violet meets up with him, she's more confused than amused. (This incident also kickstarts Mel's dislike of Zanzo.)

When Mel's actions grow too extreme, Violet moves in with Zanzo

Violet injures Zanzo during a sparring match. (He was teaching her how to parry and she struggled to grasp it. Emotions were high.) When Violet attempts to apologize, he rebuffs her

A month or so later, Violet witnesses Zanzo recalibrating SPECTRA on Roxanne. Basically the final straw leading to break up. (She also gets busted by Kale.)

Zanzo decides the most humane method of handling the situation is erasing Violet's memories with this machine he built. It only seems to work because most of Violet's early Vandelay Island memories are stress induced blurs + she's acting (theater kid)

After the break up, Caramel harasses Zanzo, which includes submitting falsified behavioral reports to HR under Violet's name. (But because this is the Kale Era, nothing comes of it.)

Romance Phase Two (Post Canon)

I've explained in an earlier post how Zanzo and Violet reunited, but to summarize: it was completely by chance several months past.

Zanzo sees this as an opportunity to be a better boyfriend this time around. He... kind of succeeds.

Violet is conflicted. She's relieved that her friend's alive but past pain and current guilt prevents her from fully connecting.

They're currently separated again and working on self discovery. (Zanzo's having a harder time with it.)

Some Notable Events

A lot of Zanzo centered schenagians - getting into fights, kissing dudes, that kind of thing. Violet isn't thrilled about any of this.

Zanzo retrieves 💓Shiruko💓 (D0K1-D0K1/Zanzo's Robot GF) from the old labs to supplement the lack of affection he's getting from Violet. This ends in disaster. (Shiruko is mostly fine- she has free will and a girlfriend now.)

Zanzo confesses about the memory erasure in the break-up, believing that Violet didn't know about it. (He had ordered a VA-SER to do the deed.)

A couple instances of Zanzo giving anonymous gifts to Violet post break up - first one was a data share of Phase One photos + videos (gift of memories), second were wigs and outfits for a pair of vandalized (Mel's doing) custom dolls.

Because HR is back in business, they conduct an investigation into the reports and sus out Mel. She gets criminally charged and Violet cuts off ties with her. (Some friends helped Violet find another place to stay in the meantime. Though Mel ends up moving out of their apartment while Violet is away.) She still goes out of her way to harass the pair.

Under the assumption that Zanzo plans to make an AI clone of her (as if one robot GF weren't enough), Violet confronts him in person to confess that she faked amnesia. Her reasoning being: "okay, this behavior is concerning. I need to come clean about the amnesia thing so he can drop this rose-eyed view of me and move on with his life." Yeah... 😥 This plan didn't work out. (And Violet moved on with this plan knowing that- like, girl.)

The Million Dollar Question: Will/Should They Get Back Together?

Honestly, I'm not sure. 😕

If Mel weren't involved, things might have turned out better between them. Even without her, Violet and Zanzo need to get their acts together for both of their sakes

#launch the megalleon #oc × canon #hi fi rush #hfr #hfr oc #hi fi rush oc #hi fi rush zanzo #hfr zanzo #zanzo #they both need therapy #and hugs #cw: toxic relationship #tagging just in case #i swear not all of my ships are like this #this applies to alternate versions of zanzo x violet too

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hum--hallelujah · 6 months

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It makes him dizzy, how much he loves these people. These are his people. His friends. His family, and his everything. So the fuck what if they’re blood-drinking, cold-hearted vampires to the rest of the world. They’re his vampires, and he knows that’s not true. He’s never met anyone as warm as them.

No wonder Sandman is an arsonist. Donnie claims he set shit on fire as a kid to keep himself warm at night when he was lonely, and when the flames spread it stuck with him. The habit, and the warmth. Sandman’s softer than he gives himself credit for. He puts on a big nasty painted grin and bares both pairs of teeth, but he’s the warmest of them all. He always feels so bad, strokes Crab’s hair when the others feed.

Only one of them can at a time. Obviously. One human is not enough food for three hungry vampires, not when they want to keep him alive, at least. Donnie is the one who cleans him up. If Benze has been drinking his blood, he’s always far too dazed and shaken by the end of it to be the doctor. They still don’t know if it’s a personality thing, the distant, almost drunken shock that takes hold of Benze when he’s just eaten, or if it’s because he was made different than Sandman or Donnie.

Donnie is careful and gentle, if unpracticed, when he dabs at the bite marks. He’s Crab’s blood family. When Crab is dazed like this, the irony seems hilarious. His only blood, drinking his blood, and then patching him back up like they used to as kids when they’d get into petty scraps and then make up later. Crab giggles, lets his head fall back against Sandman, nose stroking lightly against his cheek.

Sandman never feeds on him. Never. Not once. They’ve fought about this. But it’s okay. Sandman always, always holds him. It doesn’t matter if it’s this or a real injury. Sandman is so good at holding. Crab can feel him turn his head, nuzzling at his hair. Sandman kisses his forehead. Crab smiles at that.

“Hi,” he breathes, lightheaded. Sometimes he can't tell if it's more from the blood loss or from the contact it entails. He thinks he could get drunk on this feeling, of loving and being loved in return, in the most visceral of ways.

“Hi,” Sandman whispers back. He's positioned behind Crab, with Crab leaning back against his chest and his chin hooked over Crab's shoulder. He strokes Crab's face again, doing a shitty job of hiding that he's checking his pulse. “How you feeling?”

Crab’s hands are shaking, just a tiny bit. Benze and Donnie are always so, so careful with him. They would never take more than he can spare to lose. He’s a little bit dizzy, and the puncture wound stings, but he’ll be fine by morning.

“I’m fine,” he replies, rolling his eyes though it sets his narrow view, mostly of his friends, tilting. Sandman lets out a relieved sigh. Crab huffs a quiet laugh. “Relax, dude. It’s okay.”

“I know,” Sandman says tersely. He’s so rarely this edgy, at least not so obviously. It’s almost endearing, but mostly sweet.

Crab turns his head awkwardly so he can look Sandman at an angle, peering up at him from his position with his head resting comfortably on his shoulder. “I’m okay,” he says softly.

“Don’t begrudge us our concern,” Donnie says. “Move over, he gripes, then knees Sandman in the ribs climbing onto the couch with them and gets an amused oof in return. Donnie will always, always choose to take care of Sandman if he has to choose. He knows his cousin can handle himself. Sandy’s a different deal. It's almost scary the bond those two have, and it has been since they were little. Crab used to feel like an outsider around them because they're so close. Now he's grateful for it. They won't ever end up alone.

Donnie slots himself in beside Sandman and reaches for Crab's hand. It's like they think they're killing him, or something. If he was dying, or even a bit too dizzy, he'd tell them. They should know that by now. There's no need to be so melodramatic about it. Being a dramatic bitch is his job. Crab tells them this.

"You guys know," he says, breathing softly against Sandman's jaw, "You make way too big a deal out of this?"

"Shut up," Sandman grumbles, low enough that Crab can feel the vibration where he's leaning against Sandman's chest.

"No way," Crab retorts, smirking a little dizzily. "It doesn't bother me, you know that."

"Maybe it should," says Donnie, sounding mildly perturbed. "We're not gonna stop worrying," he adds, then sighs, exasperated. "Benze, come here."

There's a moment's heavy hesitation. "Are you sure?" Benze asks quietly. When Crab turns his head to look at him, he's looking at Sandman. There's some kind of bad blood between them. Pun intended. It's like no matter how hard they try or how much they love each other, they're still afraid. Of each other, or what they're capable of. They can practically read each other's minds. Crab doesn't know what there is to be afraid of, but he sees the fear anyway.

"Benze," he murmurs. "Baby. Come here." It's a cheap shot, honestly. He knows the pet names are one thing Benze can never withstand. He kind of wonders if Benze had ever been loved before they met. It's a little sad to think about for too long. But it works. Benze's face, smeared with his blood a few minutes ago before he had the presence of mind to clean himself up, crumbles and he slowly joins them on the sagging couch.

"It's okay, dude," mutters Sandman, stretching out one hand to grab Benze by the back of the neck and pull their foreheads together. Benze sinks onto the cushions, hands briefly ghosting over the bandaged bite marks before he curls himself tightly, almost protectively, around Crab's side.

"Hey, baby," Crab whispers. Benze blinks slowly at him, red reflection from his eyes flickering in the half light. "You're okay. I trust you," he says, though he's said it so many times. "I love you." Benze still flinches at that. That's part of why Crab says it so much. Half to teach him that it's true, but partly to see the stunned, awestruck look in his eyes. It's like magic.

"Thank you," Benze whispers back. It doesn't matter if he means for feeding him or for loving him. It's kind of the same thing, anyway. Benze doesn't say I love you back. He never does. Crab isn't sure he'll ever be able to. But he knows.

Their blood is cooler than it should be, they can't regulate temperature as well as they should be able to, but with the three of them wrapped around him like this, Crab feels warm. How could anyone ever think they're monsters when they're so full of love? How could anyone ever fear them? How could they hate them?

He loves them so much he'd die for them. Bleed for them. He loves them so much, it makes him dizzy. There's nothing wrong with that being extremely, viscerally literal. Because it means that they know. And that's the warmest thing he can think of.

#um... yeah #so this is very non canon to the AU but I had an itch and I wanted to scratch it #she writes!#tskom #the same kind of monster #(but different kinds of blood)#(which is a working/title for a different actually canon fic for this au once i get the first bit done)#honestly i just about said it all in this. so. here we are #somehow i got more attached to my versions of the suitehearts than even the fab four. oops?#(i’m not even sorry. i love them)

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dorkofclanlavellan · 4 months

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Luck is a Funny Thing - 2. Bated Breath

Notes: N/A

Pairing: Haymitch Abernathy x OC (later installments)

Warnings: Mentions of death/killing

Chantilly stood near the chariot for District 8, battling down her nerves and maintaining an unreadable expression as she casually observed the other tributes. Tanner, her district partner, stood few feet away. She had Woof and Cecelia as her mentors Tanner had the others. The victors of the 34th and 44th Games, neither as old as Woof, both still in great shape.

Chantilly wasn't sure if Tanner was relieved to not have Woof as his mentor or disappointed because the youngest of his mentors was nearly 40. Whereas Cecelia was only a few years older than Chantilly.

As the parade began and they waited their turns to be presented to the Capitol audience, Cecelia took mental notes of all the other costumes.

The District 1 tributes were draped in the most luxurious silks with the finest jewelry made of pure gold and decked in precious jewels that matched each tribute's eyes. Diamonds are woven into the tributes' hair and they're dusted in a golden sheen and with jewels in their lashes and nails.

The District 2 tributes were dressed in white marble tiles that formed into a Peacemaker uniform, helmet and visors included. The chariot was obsidian with gold waves and the horses were dappled.

The District 3 tributes were in deep green jumpsuits with gold and copper wires running in intricate patterns that both tributes pointed out did not reflect actual circuit boards. Both wore hair pieces that looked like microchips and had deep green eye shadow with gold flecks.

The District 4 tributes were in flowy outfits of light blue and white, and the horses and chariot were also designed similarly. The resulting effect made them appear as if they were sea spirits riding a cresting wave.

The District 5 tributes were dressed as lamps, complete with lightbulb headpieces. There was a strip of shiny material that made the lightbulb look lit.

The District 6 tributes were in tan-colored canvas pants, brown leather jackets, knee-high boots, scarves, and a leather headpiece that included goggles.

The District 7 tributes were once again dressed as trees. Only this time they looked like Magnolia trees blooming in spring and their chariot looked like a rolling hill.

The District 9 tributes were dressed in amber gold pieces that made them look like grain swaying in the breeze.

The District 10 tributes are both in dark leather dusters and hats with cowboy boots, gingham shirts, and cow-pattern pants for Raymundo with Miranda in a matching skirt. Raymundo's shirt is unbuttoned and his bolo tie is hanging loosely around his neck.

The District 11 tributes are dressed in colors and outfits that evoke different produce. Logan is dressed to actually look like a Loganberry bush. Thistle on the other hand looks like a grape vine with thistles painted on either arm.

The District 12 tributes as usual like coal miners but with decisive cuts in the outfits to show skin and leaving a lot of their bodies exposed.

As for District 8, the tributes were dressed in white mesh tops, black lace pants for Chantilly, and brown leather pants for Tanner. Tanner was wearing a red satin headpiece and Chantilly had a matching bow in her hair. Chantilly's lips, nails, and eyeshadow were deep red, and her eyes were sharply lined in black. Tanner was dusted in red and brown shimmer. They both had white lace gloves. Chantilly was draped in a red organza cape and Tanner had a brown felt long coat. Their chariot and horses were also draped in various textiles.

Chantilly mostly stared straight ahead, occasionally looking around to find one audience member and stare them straight in the eyes with an unreadable expression.

Each time the person would freeze, their eyes would widen and after a mere second, they'd look away from her. Each time Chantilly found it very amusing.

During training, Chantilly kept to herself. Sticking to survival skills, testing out athletic beams, and most importantly, observing the other tributes. She was keeping track of everyone's strengths, and weaknesses. Everything really.

Each day, she spoke only to Woof and Cecilia, going over her strategy. She wasn't charismatic and lovable like some of the other tributes but apparently, her icy cold stare scared people enough to want to support her. It was something she'd heard all her life, that her stare seemed to pierce right through you and weed out all your secrets and weaknesses. She wouldn't credit her eyes so much as her near-constant state of observation.

And she was going to use this to her advantage.

Then it was time for the private sessions. After her name was called, Chantilly stoically made her way to the center of the room and introduced herself. Her hands clasped loosely in front of her and her expression never changed.

"Selenite Herzog. Flexible, fast and amazing with distance weapons. But she's also arrogant, not particularly strong and like most Careers she has no survival skills." Chantilly spoke quickly, rattling off the facts of her opponent. A Gamemaker tried to interrupt her, probably to ask what she thought she was doing, but she didn't give him the chance. "I would use her arrogance against her and lure Selenite into a trap. I can guarantee she demonstrated her skills with a crossbow for you and was impressive enough to land a high score like 8 or 9."

The dumbfounded look on the Gamemakers' faces confirmed Chantilly's observations. After half a beat, Chantilly continued with her observations of all the other tributes of the games. Stating their names, strengths, weaknesses, what strategies she could use to kill them, making educated guesses as to what skills they demonstrated in their own private sessions and what score they probably landed or would land in the case of the later tributes.

She spoke quick enough to avoid running out of time but not so quick that the Gamemakers couldn't understand her. It was probably the most attention the Gamemakers paid to any tribute from District 8 in decades.

After she finished with Corbin from District 12, she merely took a breath and continued, "And finally, Chantilly Burnett. Remarkably observant, a skilled tactician with an aptitude for mind games. She's not made a single ally and probably won't have sponsors until they see her skills at work in the arena. But she's made an impression and as such you'll give her a good score."

With that said Chantilly merely stood there, moving her expressions just as stoic as ever. Staring down the Gamemakers. Finally, one shuddered and turned away. "Thank you, Miss Burnett. You're dismissed."

Chantilly turned on her heel and casually strolled to the elevator. She kept up the affect until she was back on her own floor where everyone was waiting with bated breath.

'Guess, we'll find out later if I impressed the Gamemakers or pissed them off.' She thought to herself with a smirk.

#the hunger games #thg series #the hunger games fanfiction #haymitch abernathy #haymitch abernathy x oc #long fic #thg fanfiction

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jeonstellate · 9 months

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see you in my 19th life thoughts

◈彡 i don’t normally do this kind of thing, nor do i watch a lot of kdrama during my downtime, but i got a lot of feelings and they're too long to be kept in the tags.

◈彡 includes spoilers for both the drama and the webtoon!

i'll try to keep this as short as possible, so i'll just focus on the main things i'm freaked out abt

but basically my thoughts are boiled down to these:

(1) i must say, i'm still not a fan of their choice to have that consequence thing

mostly because it catalyzed the other major changes they made to the source material's storyline

(2) it's fcked up that they made juwon reincarnate as a blood relative of her kller, like???

(3) i’m still quite disappointed that they didn’t make doyun be her sister in her first life as he was in the webtoon T_T

after the storybook & amusement park reveal, that was the other reveal i was really looking forward to see acted out — especially his role in stopping her reincarnation with old memories

even if, i admit, that arc is a bit anticlimactic

(4) i'm relieved & also thankful that they decided to keep chowon & doyun's love story as it was despite the slowburn k-wording me lol

with the amount of changes they made to the important aspects of the storyline, i'm glad they barely touched/didn't touch the second couple's story

(5) truth be told the drama & the webtoon have separate charms for me —

the original made it a strong point that jieum chose to stay with seoha without any other strings except for her 18th life

but the drama emphasized that their connection goes all the way back to her first life

those two are utterly different things but they're both heartwarming & sweet — and frankly the fluff both ways work for me

(6) i appreciate the ending they went with even though it completely diverged from the original since the finale made me cry like five times

sure, the webtoon had seoha mirror jieum's decision to stay and not reincarnate with old memories

but the drama had seoha mirror how their relationship in jieum's 19th life took off [!!]

again, with their own appeals

(7) the drama used a lot of its creative freedom & changed a lot of major details but it also made me cry multiple times throughout its short run with all the angst so

bottomline: i like it [especially since i'm a self-proclaimed angst enjoyer *insert dancer emoji here*]

#third nebula #see you in my 19th life #syim19l spoilers (drama & webtoon)

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lelianaslefthand · 1 year

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zevran and morrigan for the warden of your choice but if you have a mage one, maybe that one?

i do have a mage! rosalind amell, my beloved

answers under the cut bc long

Zevran

How did your Warden react to Zevran’s failed attempt on their life? Were they amused? Angry?

She was flattered in a way, she was important enough to have assassins sent after her and seen as a threat which pleased her. His failure was amusing, she knows she's powerful and this proved that her confidence isn't misplaced.

2. Did your Warden match Zevran’s lighthearted attitude or were they more serious? What sort of relationship did they have?

They got on immediately. Ros is very snarky and charismatic but can be ruthless when she needs to be, their personalities complemented each other very well. They also share a similar sense of humor which would turn their travels into a 2 person stand up routine, everyone else had varying opinions on that 🥴 They're best friends and share everything with each other, like literally everything, you'd think they've lived the same life. Ros happily let Zevran join her, Alistair, and Isabela's little escapade like they're so open with each other it's gross but also goals. In my happy little world where wardens can have children Zevran would be like the godfather to her and Alistair's kids, Uncle Zev :')

3. What did your Warden know of the Crows before meeting Zevran? What did they think of the Crows afterward?

She didn't really know much about them, she knew of them from books and gossip in the tower but it wasn't really something she cared to learn more about. After learning about them from Zev she would've helped him burn the whole thing to the ground if she could. The assassinating part didn't bother her (some people should just die!) but their methods were fucked up.

4. Did Zevran betray your Warden? How did they feel in the aftermath of Zevran’s decision?

He did not 😌 They were pretty close by that point but she still felt relieved that he stood beside her.

5. How well did your Warden keep in contact with Zevran after the Blight? Did they ever see him again?

They try to stay in touch as often as they can, which for two very busy people isn't as much as they'd like. He's visited her a few times both at the Denerim palace (romanced Alistair is the sole king and they married in secret) and at Vigil's Keep, but they haven't seen each other in a while. They write letters and more frequently send each other little gifts and trinkets with short notes, just to let the other know they're thinking of them.

Morrigan

What was your Warden’s first impression of Morrigan? Did they trust her or were they cautious around her?

"Damn she's hot" was Rosalind's very first impression. She was more intrigued than cautious both on account of Morrigan being hot and a mage who was possibly a "witch of the wilds" because that she had heard about and found very interesting.

Did your Warden agree to help Morrigan kill Flemeth? Why or why not?

She agreed immediately, no questions asked because Morrigan asked her to :) Once it came down to it though she took Flemeth's deal to pretend she was killed, it was one of the few fights Rosalind was not confident she could win. Morrigan got what she wanted so no harm done right?

3. How close was your Warden to Morrigan? Did your Warden respect her abilities as a witch of the wilds?

Morrigan was more skeptical of Rosalind than the other way around but they were very similar and the path to friendship was an easy trip. Morrigan taught Ros about magic she couldn't had even dreamed of in the Circle and Ros taught Morrigan that a Circle mage could be a true force to be reckoned with. They became very close friends, Rosalind would say best friends but Morrigan didn't really understand the distinction. They had wittle crushes on each other that never developed into anything serious, mostly because Alistair had stolen Rosalind's heart as soon as they met. Back in my happy little world with children Morrigan would be like their godmother.

4. Did your Warden attempt to find Morrigan after the Blight? Did they ever succeed in meeting her again?

Ros wanted to respect Morrigan's wishes to be left alone but she just couldn't let their final goodbye be the one on the battlefield. She eventually did find Morrigan (Witch Hunt) and they had a very emotional and brief reunion. Ros couldn't track her down again until Morrigan resurfaced in the Imperial Court. They had another even more emotional meeting but were able to actually spend a little more time together. Ros got to meet Kieran too albeit briefly but :')))

5. Was Morrigan’s ritual completed? What persuaded your Warden to go through with it or what caused them to refuse it?

It took no persuading whatsoever Rosalind was immediately on board. Neither she nor Alistair had to die and all they had to do was fuck Morrigan? Umm yeah sign her the fuck up!!! In my little world (and with the help of mods) Ros is the one who did the ritual with Morrigan bc they're already using dark magic so why can't they make an old god baby together?? gay rights!

thank you for the ask!!!

#as i was answering this i had just finished zevran's and accidentally fucking undid it and lost it all........#this was so fun to think about i love ask games like this #also love how you just so happened to pick her besties im so soft thinking about them #rosalind amell #ask game #irvinebee #asks

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Trials of Distant Memories

[Male Deity x G.N Reader]

[0] , [1]

Reincarnations are said to be both a belief and a fraud. Living a life from different timelines, could that be true? He seemed to be seeking the planet just to find them.

Reincarnations are an slightly uneasy topic to some, some may say it's real or a fabrication, while others don't believe in such a thing.

As humanity progresses, so does their values and beliefs. Starting from pre-colonial to the modernization of the world, humans have went through various challenges to reach where they are now.

Unknowingly to the residents of earth, a deity watches over them. An overseer.

Seeing each time period by hand, he watches as the same humans from their first form get rebirth over and over. Their appearance staying the same.

Though some captured his attention, his gazing eyes stayed on your figure the most. Interactions with human beings wasn't against the law of deities as long as they had an disguise on, to protect their identity and reduce the chances of it ending badly. If it ever happened of course.

He had three interactions with you during this modern period, and he could remember them clearly. They were mostly subtle but he cherished them.

The first one being a mere introduction with one another.

Asking for your name with a small smile, he had hoped his grin wasn't as large as he imagined it to be within his head when you finally told him. You were merely passing by, near the street of your hometown when your eyes glued directly to the poster stuck on the utility pole.

The poster had bold letters in elegant fonts that read out: "Try out our new fragrance!" It says. And as an perfume collector yourself, you decided to give it a try and plucked off one of the pre-cutted address below the poster, placing it inside on one of your pockets.

You inquired about the free sample with him, hoping they're willing to give a small puff of the fragrance. "I'm sure they'll give one." He chuckled, a soft yet lighthearted tone. Saying it wouldn't be good for their business if they didn't give out samples.

The second one was completely indirect, intangible.

He had seen the car speeding it's way down the road with no signs of stopping, drifting once it reaches a curve as it continued it's runaway from the police cars. Amused, he watches from above as he floats among the clouds. He knew they could handle the chase, there was no point in him intervening if he knew the outcome.

And he knew if he didn't stop the car right then and there, innocent lives would've been taken away in a second. Including yours. That mad driver was too overwhelmed with his emotions to pay attention to simple morals.

So with a flicker of his wrist, he motioned an small stone barrier to block the car's view and stop the chase once and for all. And so it did. The car had pressed on their breaks to try and reduce the impact but had failed, resulting the hood of the car to be crushed, as the airbags within activated.

By the looks of your face, you seemed to be relieved, scarred, and joyful at the same time. Though you seemed to be more curious like the rest of them on how a barrier appeared out of thin air.

And the last interaction he had with you were tangible.

He had the opportunity to strike a conversation with you, and he took it quickly. With a nod and simple hums to indicate he was listening, you kept on gushing on about your life. He's not a stranger, but he isn't your friend either. Acquaintances then?

You both sat down on a bench nearby in the capital city, him holding both of your drinks as he lend out yours. Stopping your rant mid-way, you gave him a small 'Thanks..' before continuing.

As much as he liked hearing your story, he couldn't focus much if the man beside you was trying to pickpocket you unskilfully. He may not be a professional in pickpocketing, but he was sure he could do a better job.

Tearing his glare from the man and unto yours, he smiled softly. He had something to show you, and it wouldn't be that far from where you both were sitting. With a nod, you nodded with a smile. "Yeah, sure." With your approval, he slowly wrapped his hand around your waist as you both stood up.

Unknown to you, the pickpocketer was suddenly suspended in the air before being thrown to the side roughly, bystanders all gasp in surprise as they surrounded the man with concern.

Those were the only times he had interacted with you. It has been almost two years since then. He was busy with overlooking matters on earth too after all.

Partaking in rough activities to improve his strength, taking care of disruptions across earth and joining alliances with his brother as they fought over other deities— it's been busy during those two years.

And now, he has a meeting with his brother to worry about.

It's been so long since I've written anything, so I apologize! My English has gotten worse from learning a different language once again so I apologize. I will update weekly! Promise.

#maledeity #deity #x reader #xreader #male x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #fluff #reincarnation #supernatural

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fmpnalogirlypop · 2 months

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Researching part 5

Chapter 5 Wonderland:

Frozen World A to B:

After following Shifty's directions, the Counters have finally reached the bunker. Unfortunately, all communications are down so they can't contact the operator from this point forward. Rapi wants everyone to head inside so they can wait out the storm with Anis volunteering to check it for safety reasons. Neon figures that based on the size of the entrance, there is a low possibility of Raptures being able to get in. Anis reminds her that they aren't the only threats that they can encounter up here.

Before Anis could begin her search, she immediately spots some Raptures up ahead. Though they were able to remain undetected thanks to the blizzard, the Counters knew they had to be eliminated.

In a dream-like state, the protagonist remembers a conversation he had with a young girl in a hospital. Though she finds his name rather unusual. As for why he's there, he's there to be treated for being ill, something she can relate to. Though she doesn't share why she's also at the hospital she compares it to being "insane in the membrane". Having just remembered that she herself never told him her name, she begins to share it before he starts to regain consciousness.

As the commander comes to, he sees the silhouettes of two women, one with long blonde hair and dressed mostly in white, and another with white hair wearing a pink jumpsuit. The woman in pink asks if the person they found is sleeping and tries to wake him up. The woman in white was surprised that despite all he's been through, he's still alive. Wanting to save him, the two grab a different end of him and attempt to take him somewhere warmer, but not before the one in pink accidentally grabs his more... sensitive spot.

Reunited A to B:

Not long after leaving the bunker, Alice spots a person in the distance, or rather two of them. Ludmilla was curious if they were Servant's teammates, but they're too far away to tell. The three decide to move closer and as they do, the two in question happen to be Anis and Neon who have been searching for their commander after they were separated, with the latter occasionally firing her gun into the air. After getting a closer look, he can say for certain that these are not the Nikkes he's looking for these are his squadmates. Ludmilla feels her servant has some... interesting company. Alice warns her queen that the queen's minions are heading towards them, something that was bound to happen from the racket, so it is up to the two of them to wipe them out.

After the Raptures were destroyed, the protagonist finally reunites with his team. The two were relieved that he was unharmed, a sentiment he feels about them. They have spent their time trying to dig him out of the snow to no avail. He then became worried since Rapi wasn't with them so Anis revealed with a grim expression that Rapi... is dead and was caught in the avalanche. Immediately after, the Nikke in question shows up unamused by Anis's story. Rapi regrets not acting quickly enough, but since he made it out unharmed, he feels she shouldn't beat herself up about it. She appreciates his sentiments.

Neon was impressed by how her master survived an avalanche, but then the conversation shifted towards the two new faces that he brought with him. The two introduce themselves as the Unlimited squad for now, but promise to fill them in later as they have to keep moving. Though all the Raptures in the area have been cleared, more are sure to come due to all the noise. Neon was confused who caused such a ruckus and both Anis and Rapi indirectly blamed her for it. The banter between the three of them proved to be very amusing to Ludmilla.

Chapter 6: Pilgrim

With the research facility data in hand, Counters sets off to track down codename "Snow White". The protagonist manages to find her, along with his ever-so-familiar adversary, and an ominous black armor.

Sleeping Princesses

In a secret lab in the base, the sleeping princesses are still sound asleep inside capsules scattered around the room. Alice wanted to introduce her new friends to them and started by showing them Princess Blue Hair. The Counters were shocked at what they were looking at; a Nikke with the top of her skull missing. Alice continues by greeting them with Princess Yellow Eye, who's lower body was severed from her top half and is also missing part of her skull. Alice shares that they will awaken these slumbering beauties some day and they will go to Elysium together. Though they don't do much now, Alice shares milk and cookies with them from time to time. Mentioning that causes Ludmilla to ask Alice to fetch her some. She eagerly goes to fetch some with a smile on her face.

Rapi realizes the truth, the sleeping princesses are the Nikkes Unlimited have "rescued" on the surface. Though they appear deceased, they are still alive, somewhat. From all her time aiding Nikkes, a common pattern Ludmilla comes across are Nikke's with their brains removed. If their brain stops functioning, a Nikke will permanently die. For the best chance of survival, they intentionally remove their own brains and store them in safe places, hoping for a miracle. That being for someone else to find it and return them to a body. Doing so is Unlimited's top priority. The brains of the sleeping Nikkes are kept safe and sound and it's thanks to them that dozens of Nikkes have been revived. There have been a few sad cases among the bunch. Though their brains can inhabit a new body, mental breakdowns and amnesia have occurred as well, but they all survived in the end, an outcome Ludmilla is happy with. Neon can tell how much she's been through, but the Queen doesn't regret a single second of it. She had no intentions of showing them any of this, but at least they have an idea about the worst-case scenario. She apologizes to the Counters for showing them such a horrific sight, but all it did was make them respect Unlimited more.

While she appreciates their kind words, she has something else to share with them. As of the past few years, finding lost Nikkes is becoming more and more difficult. Ludmilla doesn't know why that is, but she is aware the survival rate inside the Ark hasn't changed. Alice interrupts their conversation to warn her Queen that they are out of milk, only for her to notice some staining her lips. She knew she was caught red-handed.

The Pilgrim A to B:

Stopping in his tracks, Chatterbox concedes and offers to answer one of his questions and only one of them, but agrees to answer two after the commander's insistence. Having bought his squadmates some time, he has some questions that will keep Chatterbox distracted. His first was about his involvement with the research base and the map they found. He admits that he was the one who planted the map there, knowing what his plan was from the start. He boasts that luring them there was all too easy, even for him. The second question was if there is a mole in the Ark. His response is that there is indeed one. The protagonist wants to know more about his captor, but he's already reached his two question limit. He again threatens to blow himself up, but by this point, Chatterbox is certain he is bluffing. He's also certain that his Nikkes aren't coming for him because they can't track him. At this point, his life serves no purpose to him. To him, the only outcome of this war is for all human life to go extinct. Tired of Chatterbox's drivel, the protagonist prepares to kill himself, but while amused by his ploy, the monster has a hole blown into him.

After their second clash, Snow White has done some significant damage to Chatterbox. Severely wounded and reeling, the Rapture falls over in agony. Snow White wants to have a "quick chat" with her "friend" and with the monster at her mercy, she wants some answers out of him. He tries to beg for his life and she demands to know what malevolent force brought him into being. Though Snow White is disgusted by his begging, he's not afraid of what the Pilgrim intends to do to him, but rather his Queen.

The Heretic.

After Chatterbox's pleading, the skies split apart and a mechanical manifestation descended towards them. A Nikke encased in Rapture armor with intentions of pure malice towards the human race, has come to meet them and her presence causes the protagonist to tremble. This Nikke is disappointed in Chatterbox, but has come to save him nonetheless. After meeting the one who had injured her companion, Snow White knew who she was now up against. The Heretics are Nikkes who have given up their duty to protect humanity and have sided with the Raptures and their Queen. She doesn't care much for the Pilgrim's harsh truth and would prefer to be known as Modernia. Knowing that she has drawn out one of the Rapture Queen's lieutenants, Snow White is one step closer to their leader. Modernia wants to execute her where she stands, but refrains from doing so to save Chatterbox. She promises to not forget her face but Snow White wants to take her down as well. In an instant, large Raptures emerge from the ice below the ground at Modernia's command and attack the Pilgrim. Snow White blasts her way through them in order to take out the Heretic.

Chapter 7 Reunited:

Persisting in his journey for the truth, the protagonist works with Snow White to corner Chatterbox and fight the Heretic Modernia. The result is an answer that only leaves him with more questions, uncertainty, and a familiar face that he never wanted to see like this...

Traitor

The Pilgrim explains that at first, she was wandering as usual, scrapping Raptures in hopes of finding even a trace of the Queen's location. It bore little, if any fruit, as Raptures did not communicate using human languages, and any data inside them was slim pickings. Then she found Chatterbox, who was receiving a beam of light coming from the Ark. At that moment, Snow White came to an epiphany. A Rapture that could speak like a human. If she could capture Chatterbox, she could interrogate him on the Queen's whereabouts. Unfortunately, Chatterbox is slippery one who keeps bugging out on her every time. She'd hoped this would be the time he finally spills the beans, but then the Heretic appeared...

The protagonist then decides to ask just what is that Nikke that was ensconced in Rapture armor? In a sudden bout of vitriol, Snow White calls the Nikke "a traitor" and "scum" before refusing to elaborate further. All he needs to know is that Nikke is undoubtedly an enemy of mankind...

Modernia A to B:

Sick of the Heretic's babbling, Snow White fires, only for the bullet to explode off an invisible barrier, which she recognizes as a magnetic field. Modernia's counterattack sends Snow White sprawling into the snow as the Heretic draws ever closer. As a gesture of "respect" towards the Pilgrim's dedication to humanity...she will make her death as excruciating as possible...

Modernia takes her time torturing Snow White, laughing manically as she does so. Defiant as ever, Snow White refuses to capitulate, even going so far as to ask Modernia to "scratch" an "itch" on her back, which the Heretic does with gusto...

The protagonist muses that he can't just sit idly while this is happening. He spies Snow White's rifle, laying abandoned on the ground. Nikke weapons are too powerful for humans to fire, but if it's just one shot, the consequences shouldn't be too dire. Hefting the rifle onto his exoskeleton, the protagonist sees that only one shot remains in the gun. One is all he needs, given the clear shot. The protagonist pulls the trigger, the recoil alone sending him tumbling into the snow. Going by the pain in his shoulder, he's definitely fractured something. But he did what he had to...

Modernia ponders on how odd this battle is. Even by specs alone, she and her armor should be more than a match for a 3-Nikke squad and a heavily-damaged Pilgrim. So why is it that she's struggling so much? As Counters quips back, a shot manages to land square into Modernia's head, chipping off her visor to reveal her face.

While the Heretic curses and wonders if she should've gotten Nihilister for backup, Counters and the protagonist are more shocked to see the face underneath. The latter remembers that face, as she told him not to worry. When she thanked him for bandaging her wounds. When she...thanked him one last time and pulled the trigger in his place. Dumbfounded, the protagonist calls out; "...Marian?"

Initially, Modernia is confused, clarifying her name and status as one of the Queen's agents. Then she goes silent for a moment, muttering the name "Marian" over and over and musing how it sounds so familiar...

As Modernia keeps muttering "Marian" repeatedly, the ground begins to quake, and the Heretic's body shines with black light. The rumbling and light become more intense as Modernia begins muttering phrases under her breath, until finally, something changes. With a teary look in her eyes, Modernia looks towards the protagonist...and seemingly recognizes him as her commander. At the same time, the black light explodes, throwing the protagonist back as his consciousness fades out...

Some time later, the protagonist comes to in an unfamiliar room. Counters reports that the explosion separated them all, and it took some time to reconvene before they took shelter in this bunker. Thankfully everyone is alive, even Snow White, who is silently standing off to the side. The protagonist asks for a status report, and the results...aren't very good.

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gaoau · 4 months

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"how can i help you?"

tell your dog i said hi warnings — none. word count — 1.5k

prev. — next.

with little over a week passing by, sachirou makes up an excuse to visit the veterinary again. he's not looking for the sense of comfort that familiar scent of animal brings. there's an imperceptible skip in his step as the image of the volunteer girl pops up in his brain. he's looking to meet her again to indulge himself just a little. he's found both a place and a person to relate to escapism. if it means skipping afternoon practice on a tuesday, so be it. it's okay for him to seek for more.

when the bell announces his presence, his gaze instantly darts towards the volunteer girl behind the counter as she chats with another customer. she's all polite smiles and small talk while her arms come to life and manage the packaging for her. it's clear to sachirou that she's already incorporated her work into her routine, into her habits. he hopes to reach that point one day as well.

"thank you for your patronage!" sounds so robotic and practiced, along with the formal bow to show respect and appreciation. she's in her element, she moves with comfort and confidence coursing through each and every bone in her body. he doesn't need more than the image she portrays to know she enjoys her time working in the establishment, but she'd much rather cut the polite gestures and head to the back. her fingers busy themselves with idle drumming on the counter once the customer leaves; she itches to put her hands to good use.

sachirou doesn't waste another second in approaching her to relieve her of her boredom. he admires the genuinity of her expression instantly lighting up when she makes eye contact with a familiar face. a grin digs into his cheeks and a chuckle slips off his tongue as he rings the bell despite not needing to. she lets a giggle flutter down her lips. "he says hi to you, too." what good are greetings when they're just as practiced as everything else in their lives?

a chortle escapes her and she doesn't bother trying to disguise it; it's not proffesional, but neither is exchanging greetings with a client's pet rather than the client themselves. "that's a very good boy. how behaved, you don't see those often." mostly because customers never amuse her in this way. a pet owner differs wildly from a pet lover. she recognizes the adoration for animals gleaming in sachirou's irises as if she were staring back at a mirror. her brain switches back to work mode instantly—almost too instantly, not enough for sachirou to secure a proper place in her presence. "how can i help you today?"

there are plenty of different answers to the question she plays for him like a broken record. she can help him forget about his doubts and concerns by spitting random facts about animals he knows she's keeping secret in her mind; she can numb his conscience by detailing every last aspect of her work so he can live his dream through her words; she can not talk at all, and instead let him relish in the scent of home clinging to her experience. there are plenty of different ways, but, despite all sounding more than appealing, he can't speak of them. "i'm looking for a leash and collar for him," slips from his tongue. it's the most appropriate excuse his brain can choose.

"of course," she chirps back with an unnatural tone. the grin she wears reeks with that practiced politeness she'd clearly much rather avoid. she beckons him, "follow me," and he sees her posture ease into the atmosphere once she rounds the counter to leave it behind. sachirou follows her a few steps across the room; she showcases the collars hanging off a metal bar in display, but his attention strays towards a sign reading surgery. "judging by his size—" his eyes instantly dart back to her and her gesturing hand, "—you'd be wanting something from this section. you can choose one and just bring it to me, yes?"

sachirou nods his head absent-mindedly, purely on instinct because he registered she asked a question solely by the rise in her pitch. a hum tumbles from his lips, "okay, thank you," as he sneaks another glance at the surgery room. an unbelievably potent urge to throw on that blue uniform—the one he's seen so many times yet never worn—paints the image of a future he wishes to achieve.

his fingers work their way through the various options of adorable, puppy-sized collars in vibrant colors. through the corner of his eye, he catches her peeking towards the counter. a luminous smile crawls onto her face when she finds her job of interacting with people has ended for the time being. her grin nearly gives him whiplash when she turns back to face him. "just ring the bell," she reminds him, a faint lilt decorating the last syllable of her words. he watches her disappear into the room he can only dream to step foot into; her voice reaches him in a muffled whisper when she calls itsuhiko-sensei! and announces her return.

it takes sachirou more than he cares to admit to decide what to do now that he stands alone before an array of collars and leashes he doesn't need. he considers his choices and the reason he waltzed into the veterinary in the first place. he's here to forget, to linger a little longer, to seize the peace manifesting in the atmosphere. his ears catch a broken mewl to his right, prompting him to glance towards the stacked-up cages where dormant animals are kept. he locks eyes with the hazy, amber gaze of a cat, female and neutered judging by the shaved fur and the stitches on her side. the cat reaches for him again when she feels his attention on her, her meowing sounding much more awake this time. both itsuhiko and his helper recognize the calls as a sign that she's good to go. they discuss it among them and sachirou can hear every word they share.

the conversation flows naturally between them, regular procedure for anesthetized cats. he learns their policy to not return cats while asleep, more for the safety of the animal than the convenience of the owner. she'll be ringing the client up after their on-going surgery is over. the doctor quips about blood on the phone again, then asks for ten milligrams of a liquid sachirou can't remember. her chortles gravitate through the air to slap him across the face. he longs for his clicking piece in the harmonious picture of this type of life.

he realizes his options are limited when he doesn't know what he's doing, scanning his eyes over the billions of colors hanging in front of him. there's no such thing as pros and cons in a collar he already has at home. his pondering isn't over what would suit his puppy best, but over the time he's spending in his safe little haven. his hand reaches for the one koutarou is currently wearing; it looks dazzling on him and there's no harm in having a spare. the sound of his footsteps is barely perceptible—purposefully, so as not to shatter the quietude he's basking in—while he strides back to the counter.

the ringing of the bell pierces through his eardrums and into the core of his harmony when he hits it. the volunteer girl doesn't bother calling to him. she emerges from the back rooms, crumpling bloodied gloves in her hands and chucking them into the trash bin. the smile she throws at him isn't polite, it's welcoming. she glances at the collar he's chosen and motions him to hand it over, chuckling, "wonderful choice. i'm sure he'll look handsome in it."

his shoulder bounces with laughter. "thanks, he's sure to love it."

sachirou watches intently, gazing at the simper on her lips combined with the proffesional movements of her hands. the cashier dings, the ticket rips, the plastic bag flutters. he's exchanging money for the item before he understands she's given him the bagged collar. "anything else?" she asks, and it doesn't sound as robotic as it did before.

he's content to find she's dropping pleasantries one by one. he shakes his head with a smile pulling at his lips. "that's all, thanks."

"very well. tell your dog i said hi!"

"i will."

"thank you for your patronage!" her chirpy calling makes him peer over his shoulder as the door closes behind him. her voice blends with the chiming of the bell above his head, announcing his exit. she's waving at him and wearing a grin that invites him to drop by again if he ever craves it.

#tell your dog i said hi #haikyuu #hirugami sachirou #hirugami sachirou x reader #sachirou x reader #haikyuu x reader

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Okay here I come with my OCs:

(their names are random btw. they don't mean anything except for fantasia)

There's seven of them; all different colours. They've got a cat that looks exactly like Misto but with red fur, inherited from Tugger's side of the family; one that's pure white, the carbon copy of Victoria; another that's a spotted tabby, with Tugger's leopard spots; a fourth one, light with blue eyes, who's deaf; a fifth one, their runt, a tabby with black spots washed in; one that's the spitting image of Tugger; and the last one, a mostly-white one with occasional black stripes, deaf as his sister.

He loves them immediately.

They name them Tau, Eaphylina, Fantasia, Zimmai, Quiln, Kitana, Certilexo. Jellicle names for Jellicle Cats.

Tau is the eldest, a rowdy little kit who likes attention but doesn't ask for it, who grumbles when asked to take care of her siblings but always does it anyway. Her red fur is truly a rare coat found in the junkyard; when she's born, Tugger thinks she looks like Macavity. He vows to take care to protect his daughter and never let her stray into the wrong path like his long-lost brother.

Eaphylina is truly the same as her aunt: she primps and preens, and dresses with the highest fashion. She loves her aunt dearly, seeing in Victoria a role model, and takes to following her around the junkyard, much to Misto's amusement and Tugger's slight confusion.

Fantasia is their first magical kit. He's inherited his father's gift and no one can tell yet the extent of his powers; at three weeks old he already wanders about the den and wants to explore the junkyard, pushed by an insatiable sense of curiosity.

Zimmai is born deaf, and while her dads are saddened to discover this, they manage to get around it just fine - it also helps that she's open to casual affection from just about anyone, which makes getting her attention much easier. Her magic helps too, and she immediately takes to blasting her thoughts as either one of her parents that's closest - and sometimes both - but they don't really mind it other than an occasional wince or two at the volume of a newborn kit who can't control their abilities yet.

Quiln is their runt, born a tiny queen who struggles to survive, spending a lot of time with Tugger and Misto, and being fiercely determined to leave a mark upon the world (if the adults smile at the thought of the runt being the most determined one to live, that's none of anyone's business but their own). When Quiln is just a few months old, they have an important conversation with her, and they discover that their kitten does not conform to the idea of being either a queen or a tom, saying that their preferred pronouns are they and them, but she and her are also fine, but they're still a little bit unsure of who exactly they want to be. Tugger beams with pride when, every morning, Quiln comes towards him and quietly tells him of the pronouns his kitten feels like today, and it always ends in a nuzzle and a few moments of grooming.

Kitana is a queen, and the female reincarnation of Tugger - at least physically. She doesn't talk too much nor too little, so her parents aren't overly worried about her, but she doesn't seem like as much of an attention-grabber as either of her fathers, though she certainly doesn't mind it. Tugger knows she'll blossom into a beautiful queen one day, and if she's a tad shy compared to him, that's perfectly fine - he's confident she'll find her true self one day, and he'll accept that no matter who it is.

Certilexo is the second tom of the litter, and though most people think at first that he ought to be closest with his only brother, he connects best with the only sibling that truly understands him, his deaf sister, as he too was born unable to hear his family. This doesn't prevent him from getting into trouble with his brother, though - he's always up for a prank or two and is more mischievous than the rest of his litter combined, and Tugger and Mistoffelees are relieved to see him spending so much time with his sister, since he always seems to be more serious around her and feel the need to protect her, despite him being the youngest and also deaf. ("He's got Munkustrap's spirit," Tugger whispers to his mate one night, to which Misto lets out a surprised singular peal of laughter - after all, Munk is known for being the Protector, but he believes Tugger - his instinct for trouble has to come from somewhere, after all, and Tugger had such an age difference with his eldest brother that it can't have been Macavity teaching him all sort of tricks and jokes - which leaves only Munkustrap as a viable option for such a mentor. And indeed, Certilexo almost veneres his uncle, copying him as well as he can, and following him around the junkyard on his daily duties.)

And a bonus family tree with extra info thrown in:

ohhh i love them all so much!!

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