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sibillascribbles08 · 1 year

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15. “I’m in love with you and it’s terrifying.”

Donatello always thought, even as a kid, that people in movies would say “I love you” too fast.

Even barely having a grasp on romance he would try to figure out how any of it made sense. To say you love someone you’d known for only a few days. Could they actually mean it, or did something else cause the words to spring from their lips?

“It’s just movies,” his father would tell him. “A lot of things are exaggerated for film.”

“Have you been in love?”

“I think I have, yes.”

“You think?”

“It sadly did not end well. But, I do love you. And I love your brothers.”

“But that’s different.”

“Of course, but all love is different, for every person you feel it for.”

Truthfully, it’d been one of the wisest things his father had ever told him. Donatello took note of it, took note of how he felt toward his brothers, toward April, toward his father.

And now, how he felt toward Jase.

He was right, it was all different, but not in a way that Donatello cared to analyze or define. Explaining how he felt always felt like an impossible task. He knew he felt things, but putting it into words? An impossible translation. Like trying to illustrate to his brain what the color yellow actually looked like.

Lucky ass shrimp.

Still, he began to wonder if maybe five months of dating was long enough to say something like “I love you.”

That wouldn’t be too forward, right?

He did love Jase, didn’t he? Or was it still sitting in an attraction phase? He tried to muddle through it, pick through the details, but once again it turned into garbage noise.

He didn’t really know. Maybe he should just try it and see if it felt right.

The opportunity presented itself after a phone conversation. It’d just been a quiet evening. Donatello felt idle, none of his jobs or inventions keeping his attention, so he called Jase for a quick conversation. Jase didn’t want to stay on long, still having an essay to finish, but he still wound up prattling on about all the research he was doing into the topic. A paper about all the accurate scientific descriptions in I, Robot.

Donatello soaked in every word, leaning back in his chair with a smile on his face that he didn’t even notice until the conversation wrapped up. Gods, most days he could listen to Jase talk like this for hours. All the smiling made his cheeks hurt, but he kept doing it. His chest kept buzzing, and he felt so light he wondered if he’d start floating off his chair.

“Anyway,” Jase finally said. “I better get back to finishing it.”

“Yeah,” Donatello agreed. “Um, Jase?”

“Yeah?”

Now, he should say it now, right? Because what other word was there for this kind of feeling? “I love you.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Donatello could hear the very faint line of static from the phone. He held his breath the entire time, and it lasted so long he almost gasped for air when his lungs started to hurt.

“Um, Jase?” He finally asked, wondering if the line flat out disconnected.

“I…” His voice shook. “I’m gonna get back to work.”

“Jase?”

This time the line did cut off. Donatello stared at his phone in disbelief, watching it return to the home screen.

What just happened?

He swiftly opened his texts, typing as fast as he could.

>Did I say something wrong??

No immediate reply. That was… fine. It was fine. Jase was busy with homework, after all. Maybe he put his phone far away.

He decided to do the same thing before his anxiety ate him alive. He left the device on his work desk and headed to the kitchen for a snack and some water.

When he returned, an hour later, there was still no reply.

Anxiety made him want to throw up the cheese puffs and beef jerky he just ate.

>Jase?? Are you still working on stuff? >Please just reply when you can.

Donatello took a few deep breaths, tried to put it out of his mind. Jase would reply when he was less busy, and ready, it’d be fine.

But sitting there idle didn’t make him feel better, so Donatello did the only thing he could think of.

“I might have ruined everything.” He said the second he slammed open the door to his father’s room.

Splinter shouted in surprise. One of his slippers flew into the air as he stumbled off his bed, the noise of the TV blocking out the sound of him hitting the floor.

“Purple, what?” Splinter forced himself up, popping his back as he did. “What is going on?”

“I might have ruined everything.” Donatello rambled as he paced back and forth, hands on his head. “Was he just not ready to hear it? Did I say it too soon? But five months is a decent amount of time, right?”

“Purple!” His father shouted. “What are you talking about?”

“Jase.” He turned to look at him. “I… I told him I love him on the phone earlier and he just ended the call and won’t reply to my texts.”

His father’s expression became serious, his ear twitching. “Perhaps he is just feeling overwhelmed?”

“I did say it too soon, didn’t I? Ugh, I knew I should have tried to do some more calculations to—”

“My son, this is not something you can calculate.”

“Then when am I supposed to say it?” He failed to stop himself from shouting. “I don’t…”

Splinter approached him, hand out, but he didn’t grab Donatello. “Did you say it because you felt that way, or because you assumed it had to be said.”

“I did feel that way. I do.” The buzzing in his chest from earlier returned, but somehow it hurt. “But I… I must have upset him. I shouldn’t have said it.”

“Hmm,” Splinter’s ear twitched again and he lowered his hand. “These are not things you can calculate or predict, Donatello. You were being honest with your feelings. All you can do now is wait for Jase to be honest about his.”

“What if he never wants to talk to me again?”

“Hmph, I highly doubt that is the case.” Splinter nudged him toward the door. “Try not to worry so much. You surprised him. He needs some space. I am sure he will reply to your texts soon enough.”

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Two days.

No response.

Donatello didn’t know what to do. He left a few more texts, all of them going unanswered. He tried to leave an apology. An explanation. But maybe both of those were useless because he had no idea what upset Jase in the first place.

He tried to focus on his work but he couldn’t. Holly Blue noted how distracted he was. He told her what happened, but she didn’t have any good advice. Her own words.

“Love has never been good to me, Donatello. My experiences are too far removed from yours.”

He tried to distract himself with movies, but that failed. Tried to help Mikey with one of his murals, with letting Leo practice some magic tricks on him, with way too much extra training with Raph to the point he badly pulled a muscle in his shoulder.

“Donnie,” Raph said during a massage session to undo the damage. “What is going on?”

“I don’t know.” He tried not to cry. “I don’t know.”

It was pathetic to be panicking this much, wasn’t it? His father was probably right. Jase just needed space to think.

But what if…

What if.

His anxiety made him stressed. His stress made him lash out.

So finally he sent one more text.

>If you want to break up then just say that.

He stared at the text, at the colored background. His head screamed at him on loop that he shouldn’t have said something like that.

Finally, those three flashing dots appeared. Finally, he got a reply.

>I don’t want to break up

Donatello glared at the screen, past the blurriness of the tears lining the bottom of his eyes.

>Then SAY SOMETHING ! >U know I can’t stand being left in the dark !

>I just needed some space

>For what???? >U can’t even tell me u need space?

He wanted to say so many other things. He even started typing them, fingers darting across the keys. “How DARE you.” “That’s so unfair.” “Why are you doing this to me?”

In the end, he deleted all of it and tossed his phone on the bed to wipe his eyes and try to clear the lump out of his throat.

It buzzed.

He ignored the urge to chuck it at the wall and instead read what was on screen.

>Do you want to come over?

Donatello glared again as he typed.

>Do you even want me to come over?

>I don’t hate you or anything

>Then why are you doing this?

>Just come over>I’ll try to explain

The temptation to ghost his boyfriend out of spite sat in the back of his mind, but he ignored that. It would absolutely make things worse.

So he grabbed his shell and his jacket, and flew out of the lair.

When he got to Jase’s house, the window was already open. Donatello pulled himself inside, finding Jase sitting on the bed. He had his sleep shirt on, eyes tired and mouth twisted like he was trying not to vomit.

He glanced in Donatello’s direction, but couldn’t hold his gaze.

Donatello straightened up, dusting off his jacket. “So, what’s the explanation? Any particular reason you decided to ignore my texts for two whole days while I’ve been utterly losing my mind worried that I upset you to the point you never wanted to see me again.”

Jase curled up, wrapping his arms around his knees. “Donnie…”

That didn’t sound like an explanation. “Did me saying ‘I love you’ upset you that much? It’s not like I expected you to say it back.”

“It didn’t upset me.”

Donatello shouted, “Then what’s wrong?”

Jase shouted back, “I got scared, okay?”

Donatello flinched, reminding himself to not scream. It’d just frighten Jase more, then they’d never get to the bottom of this. He paced around for a few moments before finally sitting on the floor and picking at the carpet. “Does the thought of me loving you scare you that much?”

“No it’s not you it’s—I mean it’s not just you it…” Jase sighed and hid his face in his knees.

Donatello tried to be patient and wait for him to finish, still pulling the fibers out of the rug. It really needed to be replaced. Just how old was it? He could practically see the layers of dirt if he squinted hard enough.

“Donnie.”

He glanced back up. “Yeah?”

Jase let out a long breath. “I… I’m in love with you and it’s terrifying.”

Donatello’s eyes went wide. His chest buzzed and his cheeks burned, but confusion still sat at the forefront of everything. “What?”

Jase kept hiding his face, nails digging into his arms. “You said you love me and I realized that I love you too and I got… scared. I know it was a jerk move for me to go radio silent but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want you to think you did something wrong, because you didn’t, but I just…”

Donatello pushed himself up off the floor and got closer to the bed. “Why does it scare you?”

“Because…” Jase’s voice wavered and he sniffed. “Because I keep thinking it’s not going to last.”

Donatello narrowed his eyes and put his hand on the mattress. “Jase, I told you—”

“I know.” His boyfriend snapped, finally looking up. “I know. You tell me all the time, but it’s not that simple. It constantly feels like I’m just another big screw up—like ghosting you for two days—for you to decide I’ve been nothing but a waste of time.”

“Jase, if your last major screw up didn’t scare me off what makes you think—”

“Don’t pretend you aren’t mad.”

Donatello groaned. “Fine. Yes. I’m mad. But it’s still not enough to make me leave. I’m here. I’m talking about this. Because that’s all I wanted from the start, was to talk about it. And like I said, you could have at least told me you need space but you didn’t say anything.”

“I know.” Jase rested his chin back on his knees. “I’m sorry.”

Donatello sat down on the bed, but still kept a fair distance between them just in case. “Jase, I’m bad with feelings. I don’t often know how to identify my own and when other people try to talk about theirs I always try to treat it with logic instead of… well, feeling.” He shrugged and rolled his eyes. “And it’s true, I don’t get it. I don’t get how your brain works sometimes. But just because I’m bad at understanding doesn’t mean leaving me in the dark makes it better.”

His boyfriend let out a long sigh. “I know.”

Donatello pressed his lips together. There really wasn’t point in another lecture. Jase already knew what he did wrong. He pulled his legs up onto the bed as he turned to face his boyfriend. “Would… you like a hug?”

Jase looked up at him, his expression just a bit brighter than it had been for this entire conversation. He finally left his guarded position and scooted over.

Donatello opened his arms, ready to pull his boyfriend into a hug, so he was very unprepared for Jase’s hands to grab his face and tug him into a kiss instead. Not a short one either, as Jase’s hands moved to the back of Donatello’s neck. Donatello’s eyes fell shut as his arms wrapped around his boyfriend and pulled him onto his lap.

Still, Jase pulled away before it got too deep. “You really love me?”

Donatello’s eyes fluttered back open. He reached a hand up, brushing away the stray tears he found clinging to Jase’s eyelashes. “I really really love you. Two reallys.”

Jase sighed, leaning close so their foreheads touched. “I really really love you too.”

#scribbly fics #jasonnie #rottmnt #me like: Jase would be the type to panic after the first 'i love you'#and then I proceeded to upset myself #also random rambling #donnie isn't colorblind #though I did learn turtles can see more shades of red than us #anyway humans can't actually see the color yellow #our brain just makes it up based on a best guess from the RGB cones we do have #insane shit

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marvelmaniac715 · 1 year

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This is the Chucky confronting Tiffany angst fic that @chuckysimplmfao requested. I hope you enjoy it, it was a great prompt!

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The house was uncharacteristically quiet. Usually, Tiffany would be squawking about something or other, or the terrified screams of victims would echo down the halls. But at this moment, the only noise was the steady sound of ripping, sticking and even sometimes licking as Tiffany busied herself with gift wrapping in the next room.

Chucky was curious, he didn’t know what she was wrapping because Tiffany hadn’t let him see the shopping bags. It wasn’t a holiday, and there wasn’t a birthday coming up (he’d checked the kitten themed calendar that Tiff had hanging up in the kitchen) so why was she buying and wrapping gifts? This curiosity led him to lumber his way into the room, still unused to his new body.

With a lazy smirk, he snaked his arm around Tiffany’s shoulder and rested his chin on top of her head. Tiffany hummed in acknowledgment and continued with her task. She was wrapping… clothes. Specifically, a set of bras. That was… odd. Were they for him? Sure, he had to wear them, but he normally wore Tiff’s hand-me-downs or whatever he could salvage from the laundry place nearby. He was a guy, it felt weird wearing women’s clothing that was brand new. And if it was a surprise, why wouldn’t she be shooing him away and insisting that it wasn’t ready? Everything was so strange.

“Hey Tiff, what is that?”

Tiffany whipped her head around so fast that he stumbled backwards in surprise. She bites her lip and shrugs in a way that means she’s hiding something. Chucky had known her since the eighties, he could read all of her different moods and expressions like a book.

“It’s a bra, can’t you remember what they look like?”

Chucky rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance.

“I’m not an idiot, I know what it is. I just wanna know who it’s for.”

Tiffany looked almost embarrassed now, but there was a hint of steely defiance in her eyes that concerns him slightly. He didn’t like her when she decided to get feisty, because the woman was borderline insane, and that was coming from a diagnosed sociopath.

“Is it for me? Cause I’m flattered, but you know I don’t like buying the new stuff, it makes me feel weird.”

Tiffany stood up and gave him a look that meant that she pitied him. What right did she have to pity him?

“No Chucky, it’s not for you.”

There was a moment of silence, then Chucky cleared his throat and managed to speak again.

“If it’s not for me, then, uh, who’s it for?”

Silence, then, a heavy sigh.

“Nica. It’s her birthday next week, I’m gonna give it to her the next time she has the body.”

It was for Nica. That girl that he’d only kept alive because she was convenient. The girl that was young enough to be his daughter (in fact, the timing matched up, and they looked alike, it was very possible that she was his daughter) that he’d taken pity on. He’d spared her, elevated her to a higher purpose with the honour of being his vessel. And she’d repaid his kindness by flirting with his sort-of wife. That… bitch. Then again, Tiffany had fallen for her as well. Chucky couldn’t remember the last time she’d said that she loved him, the last time they’d kissed or slept together. There was always an excuse, always a “I’m busy” or a “I need sleep, I’m doing voiceover work on Family Guy tomorrow”. The love had died.

“Since when did you start cozying up to Nica? I thought you hated her.”

Tiffany rolled her eyes and sat back down, turning her attention back to the gift.

“She’s sweet, and she actually listens to me when I speak.”

That was so unfair. He was a busy man, there were a lot of throats to slit and a lot of bottles of booze to drink. Tiff prattled on about bullshit all day, he couldn’t listen all the time. But he probably shouldn’t lash out-

“If you said interesting shit, maybe I’d be more inclined to listen.”

Oh, she was so mad now. She threw a vase at him, Chucky only just managed to dodge it.

“Why are you always like this, Charles? Y’know, Nica keeps telling me that you’re a bastard, a monster, but I stayed loyal. ‘He’s good deep down’ that’s what I always told her, but thinking about it, she might be right. You never spend time with me, you don’t love me anymore-‘

“Oh fuck you, you’re such a needy bitch, don’t you have anything better to do than whine at me about how nobody loves you?”

Tiffany was crying now. This was reaching dangerous territory.

“You never ask about the kids. You’re their father, but you don’t care about them. Nica was happy to look through the photo albums with me, would you do that?”

She was psychotic.

“She looked at those pictures with you because. You. Imprisoned. Her.”

He punctuated his last four words with sarcastic claps, trying to emphasise the important facts behind this latest attack against his character. And he barely knew those kids, he despised all children, why would his own be any different? Sure, he liked them in 2004, but they’d be difficult teenagers by now, and he couldn’t deal with that. Tiffany was steaming now.

“How could you be so heartless?”

Then came the waterworks. Chucky never knew how to handle her meltdowns, all he could do was cross his arms and look at her.

“You’re being hysterical, Tiff. Of course I like you-‘

“But do you love me?”

He had nothing to say. What could he say? Sure, Tiff was fun, they had a great time together, but did he still love her? After a few moments, he had an answer.

“…No.”

They were both calmer now, but there was a sense of friction between them. Chucky went to walk out of the room, but just as he reached the doorway, Tiffany spoke again.

“I’m sure that, given time, Nica will love me.”

There was only one thing left for Chucky to say.

“I hope you two freaks are happy together.”

He left the room, and the house was silence once more.

#chucky #childs play #chucky series #bride of chucky #seed of chucky #curse of chucky #cult of chucky #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #glen ray #glenda ray #nica pierce #light angst #horror #fanfiction #request

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donttalkaboutmemes · 2 years

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The Little Mermaid (1989) Lyric Meme

Under the cut you will find 80+ lyrics from the 1989 version of The Little Mermaid to use for your enjoyment!

Fathoms Below

1. “I’ll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue.”

2. “Look out, lad, a mermaid be waiting for you in mysterious fathoms below.”

Daughters of Triton

3. “Then there is the youngest in her musical debut.”

Part of Your World

4. “Look at this stuff. Isn’t it neat?”

5. “Wouldn’t you think my collections complete?”

6. “Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl who has everything?”

7. “Look at this trove, treasures untold. How many wonders can one cavern hold?”

8. “Looking around here you’d think, sure, she’s got everything.”

9. “I’ve got gadgets and gizmos a plenty.”

10. “I’ve got whosits and whatsits galore.”

11. “You want thingamabobs? I got twenty.”

12. “I wanna be where the people are. I wanna see ‘em dancing.”

13. “Flipping your fins you don’t get too far. Legs are required for jumpin’, dancin’.”

14. “Wish I could be part of that world.”

15. “What would I give if I could live out of these waters?”

16. “What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?”

17. “Betcha on land, they understand. Bet they don’t reprimand their daughters.”

18. “Bright young women sick of swimmin’. Ready to stand.”

19. “I’m ready to know what the people know. Ask ‘em my questions and get some answers.”

20. “What’s a fire and what does it- what’s the word- burn?”

21. “When’s it my turn? Wouldn’t I love to explore that shore up above?”

Part of Your World (Reprise)

22. “What would I give to live where you are?”

23. “What would I pay to stay here beside you?”

24. “What would I do to see you smiling at me?”

25. “Where would we walk, where would we run, if we could stay all day in the sun?”

26. “I could be part of your world.”

27. “I don’t know when, I don’t know how, but I know something’s starting right now.”

28. “Watch and you’ll see, someday I’ll be part of your world.”

Under The Sea

29. “The seaweed is always greener in somebody else’s lake.”

30. “You dream about going up there, but that is a big mistake.”

31. “Such wonderful things around you. What more are you looking for?”

32. “Darling, it’s better down where it’s wetter. Take it from me.”

33. “Up on the shore they work all day. Out in the sun they slave away.”

34. “Down here all the fish is happy as off through the waves they roll.”

35. “The fish on the land ain’t happy. They’re sad cause they’re in the bowl.”

36. “We got no troubles. Life is the bubbles under the sea.”

37. “Since life is sweet here we got the beat here, naturally.”

38. “We got the spirit. You got to hear it.”

39. “What do they got a lot of sand?”

Poor Unfortunate Souls

40. “I admit that in the past I’ve been a nasty. They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch.”

41. “You’ll find that nowadays I’ve mended all my ways. Repented, seen the light, and made a switch.”

42. “I fortunately know a little magic. It’s a talent that I always have possessed.”

43. “Here lately, please don’t laugh, I use it on behalf of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed. Pathetic.”

44. “Poor unfortunate souls. In pain, in need.”

45. “And do I help them? Yes, indeed.”

46. “They come flocking to my cauldron crying spells, please, and I help them. Yes, I do.”

47. “It’s happened once or twice someone couldn’t pay the price, and I’m afraid I’ve had to rake ‘em cross the coals.”

48. “I’ve had the odd complaint, but on the whole I’ve been a saint to those poor unfortunate souls.”

49. “The men up there don’t like a lot of blabber. They think a girl who gossips is a bore.”

50. “On land it’s much preferred for ladies not to say a word. And after all dear, what is idle prattle for.”

51. “Come on, they’re not all that impressed with conversation. True gentlemen avoid it when they can.”

52. “They dote and swoon and fawn on a lady whose withdrawn. It’s she who holds her tongue who gets her man.”

53. “Come on, you poor unfortunate soul! Go ahead! Make your choice!”

54. “I’m a very busy woman and I haven’t got all day.”

55. “It won’t cost much. Just your voice!”

56. “If you want to cross a bridge, my sweet, you’ve got to pay the toll.”

57. “Take a gulp and take a breath and go ahead and sign the scroll.”

58. “Now I’ve got her, boys! The boss is on a roll.”

Les Poissons

59. “How I love les poissons!”

60. “With the cleaver I hack them in two.”

61. “God, I love little fishes. Don’t you?”

62. “Here’s something for tempting the palate, prepared in the classic technique.”

63. “Sacrebleu! What is this?”

64. “It don’t hurt cause you’re dead!”

Kiss The Girl

65. “There you see her, sitting there across the way. She don’t got a lot to say but there’s something about her.”

66. “You don’t know why but you’re dying to try. You wanna kiss the girl.”

67. “Yes, you want her. Look at her, you know you do.”

68. “Possible she wants you too. There is one way to ask her.”

69. “It don’t take a word, not a single word. Go on and kiss the girl.”

70. “Look like the boys too shy. Ain’t gonna kiss the girl.”

71. “Ain’t it a shame? Too bad he’s gonna miss the girl.”

72. “Now’s your moment, floating in a blue lagoon.”

73. “Boy you better do it soon. No time will be better.”

74. “She don’t say a word, and she won’t say a word until you kiss the girl.”

75. “Don’t be scared. You got the mood prepared.”

76. “Go on and kiss the girl.”

77. “Don’t stop now. Don’t try to hide it how you wanna kiss the girl.”

78. “The song says kiss the girl.”

79. “Why don’t you kiss the girl?”

Vanessa’s Song

80. “What a lovely little bride I’ll make. My dear, I’ll look divine.”

81. “Things are working out according to my ultimate design.”

82. “The ocean will be mine.”

#ask meme #askbox meme #ask box meme #rp meme #roleplaying meme #sentence meme #lyric meme #disney meme #the little mermaid

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mermaider00 · 2 years

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Hi, it's me again. Here to prattle your ear off about my nonsense.

In the AU Lotor and OC (who I was planning to name Alleras because it sounded cool, only to realize it sounds too similar to Allura which I'm not sure is a good thing) met as children, until some traumatic event tore them apart and caused Lotor to think they were dead.

OC actually survived whatever that was, and keeps living in secrecy and learns some magic and stuff. They also kept stealing bits of material to build a ship and make allies over time, and one day they and their first crew set off into space to scout out which planet the Galra are going to colonize next and hopefully aid them in resistance or if the planet is about to be destroyed then evacuation.

They realize that Ven'tar's planet is next, and goes there. By that point their ship and crew has grown a lot, with a lot of alien flora and fauna and whatnot. They meet up with the planet's leadership to discuss evacuation and stuff. OC and Ven'tar become friends.

Enter Lotor stage right— and we all know he wants to work together with Ven'tar and her people. Ven'tar has a lightbulb moment and plans to introduce the two to each other.

One very emotional reunion later, OC agrees to work with Lotor to figure out a way to harvest Quintessence in the most efficient way while not oppressing the planet's natives. Lotor was so adamant to believe that surely, surely if they can dish out results, their merits will be enough to shut up dissenters and improve things for other colonized planets too, and OC and their massive crew would be allowed to settle on a planet without need for constantly fleeing from the Galra fleet, nor having to worry about survival or supplies anymore.

OC wants to believe it too, but they maintain that they should prepare for an evacuation just in case things go sideways. They've met Haggar and Zarkon, they have a feeling things won't go so smoothly.

The three become even closer during that one year of Lotor's stay.

But of course things go to shit when Zarkon arrives.

Things unfold as in that episode, almost as in that episode. Ven'tar was given a signal flare by the rebels, and told to shoot it into the sky when things go very wrong— the evacuation will begin, and she and Lotor will receive aid as well. There are rebels hiding and watching, ready to interfere at any moment. Haggar zaps and knocks out Lotor at which point Ven'tar swiftly fires the signal flare and snatches Lotor— distracting and putting some distance between her and Haggar. The rebels appear, and epic battle ensues.

When Lotor wakes up, he's on the rebels' ship. He finds Ven'tar later, on the tail end of the ship tearfully staring out a window in the direction her former home was. OC is handling all the new members of the crew.

So that's the only part I have a solid story of! I don't know what happens next— nor do I know when the three get together, but here are some miscellaneous little things:

OC's body is pretty damaged due to the abuse they endured during their youth + the lack of guidance they had in handling/experimenting with stolen Quintessence and magic and stuff. Couple that with the fact that their parents' species weren't that compatible, it mean chronic pain at all times.

Lotor experiences chronic pain too, and fatigue. His armor/suit has a feature where it'd support his body so he wouldn't have to expend so much energy and effort standing up, and probably some features to help ease the pain too?

Ven'tar is a healer, and helps ease their pain.

She loves plants, and botany becomes a huge bonding point with OC— with whom she works with to study/preserve plants from long-gone planets. She also taught them about plants from her home planet, and they took samples of many plants onto the ship to study and preserve.

OC likes to sew. They also are just unhinged enough to use the radiation energy from solar winds to power their ships. Y'know. Radiation.

Lotor probably also has some terrifying ability due to the Quintessence nonsense surrounding the circumstances of his birth.

I've been going through a lot of shit lately, so I feel really grateful that you liked my previous ask! 😭 I've been trying to spark any joy by thinking about AUs and stuff so I've been thinking about them a fair bit. — OC anon

This is all very wonderful! And very creative, I love when people put a lot of thought into things like AU’s 😊😊 Thank you for sharing it with me

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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heyyy. I know you’ve been doing marvel a lot, but if you could do one with morgan and the reader? Based on amplification and it’s the reader who gets sick instead. thanks!

Finally

Warnings: some mentions of being sick (cause... you know... anthrax), angst and fluff :)

Word Count: 2735

a/n: My first Morgan fic!! I love him so much! This one took me a while because 1) I feel like I'm not that good at rewriting episodes, and 2) I wanted to get Derek's character right. Hopefully it's not too terrible! I hope you enjoy!! :)

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"Rossi, Prentiss head to his office. Morgan, get Reid and L/N from the hospital and check out his house." Hotch instructed as soon as Dr. Nichols was deemed a reasonable suspect.

It wasn't long before you, Reid, and Morgan were pulling up outside of Dr. Nichols house.

"It's clear so far. I'll let you know when we're done checking." One of the CDC techs said through a walkie.

"We should look around a bit." Reid started down the driveway, gesturing for you and Morgan to follow.

"Ow!" You flinched away from the rose bush, shaking your hand in an attempt to lessen the pain.

"You good?" Morgan eyed you, overly concerned about a small scrape.

"I'm fine. Promise." You winked, walking past him and Reid to check for anything out of the ordinary in the backyard.

"I don't understand why you haven't asked her out yet." Reid looked between you and Morgan. Unfortunately, Morgan was saved from answering by the sound of his phone ringing.

"Hey, princess what do you have?" Morgan greeted Garcia, glaring at Reid.

You continued to explore while Derek and Reid talked to Garcia. It wasn't until after you entered the shed-like building that you thought maybe the CDC should check for anthrax out here too.

By then it was too late.

"L/N?" You could hear Morgan calling you. "Y/N!" It was clear him and Reid were approaching the door you just walked through.

You ran back to the sliding glass door, slamming it shut and locking it before either of them could stop you.

"What's wrong?" He frantically ran up to the door.

"Get back! No, don't come any closer." Your eyes flitted between the two agents, landing solely on Derek when you muttered, "I'm sorry."

"Y/N, open the door..." Derek's typically powerful voice nearly broke as he watched you shake your head.

"I can't. I- I'm already exposed." You shook your head resolutely, convincing yourself this was the right move. "I'll look for anything that could help in here. It's the best move."

"Y/N, you need to go to the hospital." Derek put more power behind his words with hopes of convincing you.

"The hospital won't do anything for me. Nichols could've made a cure, and if he did it's probably in here." You tore your eyes from Derek, hoping Spencer would help you convince him. "Reid, tell him I'm right."

He looked conflicted, eyes flitting between you and Derek.

"She's right. The cipro isn't working on anyone infected. Her best chance is to stay in there and find something useful." Reid looked reluctantly at Derek.

"Then you better find a cure in there." Derek whispered, eyes lingering on you before he finally turned away to call Hotch.

"Morgan, Reid. How's L/N?" Hotch questioned immediately, forgoing any greeting.

"White powder all over the room and the air was blasting." Morgan responded quickly. He made brief eye contact with Hotch before turning to walk back to the door.

The general barked out instructions for a decontamination team and cordoning off the area.

"Get her in the ambulance." Hotch directed Morgan and Reid.

"She won't." Morgan felt his heart rate increase at the thought of you staying in there any longer. "Said she's more helpful inside than in the hospital."

"Nichols is dead, looks to be about 2-3 days." Reid added on.

Just then Hotch's phone rang.

"L/N?" He answered on speaker.

"I really messed up this time." You let out a dry laugh.

"You need to get to the hospital." Hotch tried to argue.

"I know Morgan and Reid already told you I won't go. There could be answers in here." Your stubbornness was showing. "I need to figure out who killed Nichols."

"Y/N-" You cut Morgan off before he could try to convince you to leave.

"I think he had a partner." You decided to refocus the conversation on the case rather than yourself.

"I'll get Rossi and Prentiss to ask at his office." Hotch sighed in resignation.

"Good, I'll keep looking at everything in here."

You hung up before anyone could argue further. You shoved your phone into your pocket, immediately going back to look through papers and lab equipment around the room.

As you worked inside, you could hear the CDC team setting up outside.

Watching through the windows as people in full hazmat suits prepared to enter the room you were in made everything feel more real.

You pulled your phone swiftly out of your pocket dialling the number you knew by heart.

"Hi." Garcia's voice was quiet when she answered the phone.

"No funky greeting? I'm feeling a little jipped." You tried to joke with her, but it fell flat.

"I can't be my normal, bubbly self when you are where you are." Again, her voice was quiet.

"Garcia, can you do something for me?" Your voice was steady, masking the emotion about to pour out of you.

"What? Tell me what to do and I'll do it." She frantically moved around her desk, ready to do anything you requested.

"You know how a few weeks ago, you were joking about my crush on Morgan?" You asked slowly.

"The one you swore didn't exist? I remember." Her voice was laced with confusion at your topic change.

"Well, um, do you think you could record a message for him?" Your breaths were unsteady as you thought about saying goodbye.

"But you're gonna be fine." She spoke with authority, as if saying it made it true.

"I know, but, um... just in case. I want him to hear it at least once." Your voice broke.

"Okay. Um, whenever you're ready." She listened as you spoke to Derek.

"Hi Derek. Um, I kind of have a secret to tell you, but first I want you to know this isn't your fault. I'm the idiot who walked into the lab. It's on me. I guess I just want to make sure you hear this from me at least once." You cleared your throat, thick from emotion.

"I, uh, I think I'm maybe, just a little bit, um... in love with you." You felt the tears fall from your cheeks. "You're my best friend. You've always been there for me when cases hit a little too close to home or even if I'm just having a bad day. You never fail to make me smile, no matter how hard I'm trying not to."

You wiped at your cheeks roughly, trying to focus on the message.

"I've wanted to tell you for a while, but I never knew how. I guess I'm glad I walked in here for one reason. It finally pushed me to tell you how I feel."

You chuckled again, but there was no humor in it.

"I'm, ah, I'm really sorry if this is goodbye." You paused, unsure if you had anything left to say.

"Y/N?" Garcia questioned if you were still on the line.

"Prep the victim for transfer." You could hear Dr. Kimura entering the room, preparing to begin treating you.

"I've got to go." You hung up without another word, trying to rid your face of any evidence of the tears before facing the doctor.

"How are you feeling?" She questioned once you were in view.

"I'm actually feeling okay." You nodded, trying to convince yourself it was true. She eyed you like she didn't believe you, but nodded with you anyway.

"Alright, how can I help?"

You spent the next few minutes explaining Dr. Nichols profile. Dr. Kimura set off to look for the cure while you continued trying to figure out who killed Nichols.

"L/N, stick with me." Morgan's voice sounded through your phone, drawing your attention away from the stack of papers in your hand. "Prentiss and Rossi don't think the partner is from work."

"Okay, um..." You went back to the bigger desk. "He's got course syllabi and outlines dating back to the 80s." You glanced around the room, eyes catching on the other desk.

"A student..." You trailed off, mind moving a mile a minute.

"Talk to me." Morgan drew your attention again.

"Derek, I think it's a student. There's two desks, different organization on both. The smaller one has what looks like a dissertation that Nichols could've been grading. He wouldn't open his lab to a scientist, but he might for educational purposes." You prattled on, more and more information fitting the theory.

"I'll get Garcia to look at science students." Morgan gestured for Hotch to call Garcia. He was about to hang up when you corrected him.

"Wait! The paper, it's more about social policies surrounding an anthrax attack, not the actual science of it." You spoke quickly, trying to hold in an impending cough.

"Okay, political science and social studies majors then." Morgan trailed off, waiting for your response.

"Good. That's good." You coughed slightly, listening to the sound of his breathing.

"Garcia's got a match." Hotch nodded to Morgan before heading toward the SUVs.

"Y/N, you got everything you could in there. Now get the hell out." He practically begged.

"Sure thing, Derek. Bye." You hung up right as Dr. Kimura walked back toward you.

"His inhaler! It could have the cure, right?" She looked to you for approval.

"They're checking out Brown's house." Derek watched as they hosed you down.

"Go help them." You coughed slightly, wincing at the cool water.

"They've got plenty of help. I'm staying with you." His eyes never left yours.

"Please." You looked him in the eye. "They're about to strip me naked and hose me down. As much as I know that's something you want to see, I don't think I look my best right now." You joked, watching the way he averted his eyes slightly.

"Y/N, I-" You cut him off again.

"I know." You smiled softly, gesturing for him to go. "Now go help catch him." You kept your eyes on him until he was out of sight.

Turning back to the conversation happening in front of you, you watched as Dr. Kimura instructed another hazmat team member to get the inhaler tested for the cure.

"It makes sense for the inhaler to have the cure." Your mind felt fuzzy as you thought it over. You moved to grab your head, something catching the attention of the doctor.

"Agent L/N, did you cut your hand?" You glanced at your hand, remembering the rose bush outside. You nodded, eyes widening ever so slightly at the now blistering cut on your hand.

"Let's move." You were quickly cleaned of any lingering traces of anthrax before she directed you into the waiting ambulance. "Are you still feeling fine?" She questioned while taking your vitals.

"I'm doing great. I flea foon. I fill fon." You muttered, eyes rolling back in your head.

"Driver, faster!" She called to the front of the ambulance as you started coughing blood.

"Are you eating my jello?" You cleared your throat as you eyed Derek sitting next to your bed.

"Yes I am." He stared directly into your eyes as he ate another spoonful.

"Well, is there more?" You pouted, eyes still lingering on the cup in Derek's hands. He laughed in response.

"What happened?" You slowly moved to sit up, eyes flitting around the various machines in your room.

"The cure was in the inhaler. The other patients are in recovery, and you are going to be just fine." The way he smiled when he said 'just fine' had your heart aching. He just looked so relieved.

"Brown?" You continued your line of questioning.

"We got him. It's over." Derek's soft smile remained, eyes flitting around your body as if he were making sure you were actually okay.

"Well, that's a relief." You took a deep breath. "There's actually something I want to tell you."

He raised a brow, a small smirk playing at the edges of his mouth.

"Oh, yeah? Does Garcia know anything about this?"

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, eyes widening in horror that he had already heard the message. "Oh, um, I mean, technically yes. I didn't- I wouldn't have told her before you if I didn't think I might die!" Your voice was rising in pitch, panic surging through your body.

"Woah, babygirl, slow down." His previous smirk shifted into another look of concern, although he still let out a small chuckle. "She just told me to ask you about a message. That's all."

"Oh." Your mouth stayed in the 'o' shape for longer than necessary, your body's way of stalling what you were about to say. "You haven't heard the message?"

"Nope." He said with a pop. "Care to enlighten me?"

"Well, I guess I have to since you brought it up." You rolled your eyes, messing with him.

"Hey, now! You started it." He clearly had you beat, so you just blurted it out.

"I think I love you!" You threw your hands over your mouth, eyes wide now that you'd confessed to your best friend that you're in love with him.

"That's what the message said. I thought- I mean there was a strong possibility that I was going to die. I didn't want that to happen without me having told you how I actually feel."

Your eyes were focused on the edges of the hospital blanket where your fingers were twisting a loose thread.

"Can I hear it?" His question confused you, causing you to look at him with a furrowed brow. "The message I mean?"

You nodded slowly, texting Garcia to see if she could send it to you. The chime of a text coming in happened almost instantly. You didn't hesitate to hit play on the recording.

I, uh, I think I'm maybe, just a little bit, um... in love with you. You're my best friend. You've always been there for me when cases hit a little too close to home or even if I'm just having a bad day. You never fail to make me smile, no matter how hard I'm trying not to.

I've wanted to tell you for a while, but I never knew how. I guess I'm glad I walked in here for one reason. It finally pushed me to tell you how I feel.

I'm, ah, I'm really sorry if this is goodbye."

The message cut off abruptly at that point.

You could feel your heart pounding as if it were trying to escape your chest.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize it sounded so sad." You smiled, though your eyes were watery. "I mean, I guess it makes sense since I thought you would only hear it if I died." You continued rambling, eyes looking anywhere but at Derek.

"Y/N?" He prevented you from muttering any other embarrassing words.

"Yeah?" You winced, trying to prepare yourself for his rejection.

"I love you too."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said any-" You abruptly stopped, the words you heard finally catching up with your brain.

"You- you love me too?" You whispered, eyes finally meeting his.

"I do." His smile was wider than you've ever seen, and so, so pure.

"Oh." Your mind was having a hard time comprehending the gravity of what just happened. Luckily for you, Derek knew exactly what was going on when he leaned in to kiss you.

It took a second for your body to respond, but as soon as it did you could feel the butterflies swarming in your stomach.

Despite how new it was, everything felt right in the world when you were kissing Derek Morgan.

He only pulled back when you gently pushed him away, a wide smile on your face as you sucked in deep breaths of air. The two of you stared at each other lovingly, just enjoying the presence of one another.

The sound of a throat clearing coming from the doorway shocked you out of your trance. Reid stood leaning against the doorframe, a smirk on his face. He uttered one word, perfectly encapsulating your own feelings on the situation.

"Finally."

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genshxn · 3 years

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@/datonecanadianartist asked:

A Zhongli x reader where the reader is a chaos magnet like Bennett, but unlike him they refuse to get any help and finally Zhongli tricks them to help them? Many thanks friend!

i hope this is something like what you had in mind :,D

it’s also a little long lmao-

【ｚｈｏｎｇｌｉ】

chaos magnet s/o refuses to get help until they get tricked (ft. Chongyun)

warnings ; haunting

There was only one other person you had heard of who had your level of bullshit, and it was some poor kid who lived in Mondstadt. Apparently the events that would follow you were on par with what he’d experience.

And more often than not, your partner Zhongli would get caught in the cross fire. Treasure hoarders would always know where you are. Zhongli would just send them flying with his monoliths, however. Or maybe you’d get hit in the head by an incoming bird, also knocking into Zhongli in the process. Either way, it’s always a little messy in the end.

He was more concerned for your safety than anything. You miraculously don’t get hurt amidst the chaos, but he isn’t sure how long this is going to last. The last thing he wants is for you to get hurt.

He’s tried to get you to do all sorts of things to try and get rid of this abysmal luck of yours. He’s bought about 30 different charms supposedly imbued with energy to repel bad luck. You refused to carry any.

Another time, you walked into your bedroom with him looking like he was about to start some kind of ritual, just waiting for you to arrive. You scrambled back out the door, not having a bar of it, and he had to chase you for a very long time before he finally caught you.

So those didn’t work.

Zhongli was wandering the streets of Liyue one day, simply wondering what else he could do to try and cure this ailment of yours, if it even was an ailment.

His mind wandered to something Hu Tao was prattling on about to do with mischievous ghosts causing trouble for people in their daily lives. He had overheard her talking about this in passing the other day. Perhaps this was something going on with you.

So he sought the help of an exorcist.

Except given his current track record, no way in hell was he going to be able to get you to sit down and stay still for the exorcist to do their work. So he’d have to come up with a plan to keep you in one place.

"My darling, tonight is a beautiful night in the harbour. Would you perchance go to dinner with me?" He asks you. He hopes he’s not being too suspicious to suddenly ask you to dinner out of the blue.

“Oh, yeah sure. I’ll go get ready.” You say, getting up to get changed into something a little nicer. Your hesitation likely would have come from the fact that he asked you so suddenly. He doesn’t blame you.

When you finally emerge from your room, you look lovely. He really wonders how you always look so good. But a little part inside him feels guilty because what he has planned may ruin your clothes slightly...

You make your way to Third Round Knockout where Zhongli had already made a reservation. The two of you sit and decide what you’ll order. He wants you to eat first before he potentially ruins your evening. Zhongli casts a glance beside him, where the young, blue haired exorcist was sitting eagerly. Zhongli previously told the exorcist his plan. The exorcist was to look like another customer for the time being until Zhongli gives the signal to begin the ritual. Zhongli would take care of keeping you in place so you don’t escape anywhere.

The two of you enjoy a lovely meal together, but you couldn’t help notice that Zhongli has been looking a little fidgety the entire time.

“Are you okay? You’ve been acting suspicious all evening.” You say, finishing your last mouthful of dessert.

Zhongli exhales and opens his eyes to meet yours. He looks very guilty. “I’m sorry for this, but it’s to help you.”

Before you could question what he meant by that, a stone structure had snapped around your waist and arms, keeping you in place. It wasn’t so tight that you couldn’t breath, but you certainly couldn’t go anywhere either.

“Zhongli, what?!”

“Chongyun,” He says. A blue haired youth in white attire jumps up from his chair and quickly summons six talismans in a hexagon, which then fly out towards you.

Everyone else in the surrounding area looks at you. There you were with a stone containment and talismans attached to your head.

“Evil spirit be purged!” The exorcist slams his fist onto his palm and the talismans all quickly dissipate. With a harrowing scream from an unknown source, a weight feels like it’s been lifted off your shoulders.

“Wow! That was my first proper exorcism!” The boy exclaims. An exorcism? You were being haunted?

“What?!” You suddenly cry out. People suddenly look over in your direction.

“Ah, so my theory was correct,” Zhongli says to himself. “It was a malicious spirit following you around.”

“A ghost?”

“Yes. It was quite a potent one too. It managed to resist my pure yang energy enough to not run off in my presence,” The exorcist happily explains. “I don’t know how it got attached to you, but that should be the end of whatever harm it was causing you. Very well, I’d best be on my way now. My services are free of charge!” He says as a final note and walks off, barely containing his excitement of his first proper exorcism.

“Oh thank the gods, I forgot to pay him,” Zhongli mutters under his breath.

“Can you let me go now?” You ask.

“Oh! Yes, right. My apologies.” With a wave of his hand, your rocky constraints dissolve back into the earth.

“Right... Now what the hell was that?”

“I suppose I do owe you an explanation. It wasn’t fair of me to do something without your knowledge, but I had enlisted that exorcist on the chance that there was a ghost causing your abhorrent luck. Such events simply aren’t natural... But it turns out it was true. I’m very sorry for doing all this behind your back. I just don’t want you to eventually get hurt one day. The circumstances you could find yourself in could be perilous, and I don’t want to see the one I love suffer so often. It feels selfish since you didn’t want to do anything, but—“

You cut off Zhongli by placing a finger on his lips. “You don’t need to apologize so much. Thank you for looking out for me. It means a lot to me.” You pull him into a hug. The poor guy looked sad from guilt, so you have to show him he’s not in trouble. “But I won’t be able to have anymore crazy stories.”

“I think you’ve had enough for a life time for now.” He replies.

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dudeandduchess · 3 years

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Yakuza!Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Sugar and Spice (Mafia!AU, Modern AU, NSFW Series)[Chapter 4]

Summary: Kyōjurō and (Y/n) meet at a party, only to find out that their lives would change forever— since they had been arranged to be married.

Note: Since it’s my birthday today, here’s a little something for y’all. Yaaaay! I was supposed to do a double update, but I got busy. But I hope y’all like like as much as I loved writing it. Can anyone guess where Kyō and (Y/n) are going though???

Warnings: Mild Smut, Teasing, Making Out, Dysfunctional Family Relationships

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 5

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Breakfast was a silent affair in the (L/n) household; as usual. Even more so when it was just (Y/n) and her mother— Akari— sitting stiffly at the dining table and picking at their meals.

(Y/n)’s back was ramrod straight, even if she was feeling all of the tension pooling at the base of her spine. She knew that she had to keep her posture as impeccable as ever, ‘as is fit for a Prime Minister’s daughter’; like her mother always said.

She couldn’t even take a bite of her food, in her apprehension of earning her mother’s attention. So, she pushed it around her plate at best.

However, her efforts were still all for naught, since Akari spoke up. “What are the things on your agenda today?”

And from the corner of (Y/n)’s eye, she saw Rin straighten up— ready to prattle off the same list that she’d gone through earlier— when she answered for the woman. “I have charity events all day. Why?”

“Just asking, since you have to maximize your appearances for the family while you can.” Akari finished her sentence with a quick look up at her daughter, before turning back to her food and taking another bite of her salmon.

Another reason why (Y/n) couldn’t eat her food: she was sick of having the same thing whenever she ate with her mother. Poached salmon with a poached egg right on top, green beans amandine on the side, with a spot of jasmine tea to wash it all down.

For the past fifteen years that she and her family had been in residence at the Prime Minister’s mansion, her mother had always picked out everything for her whenever she could— from the way that she used to dress, down to the things that she ate. And whenever she tried to protest, she was always branded as too ‘rebellious’ and ‘ungrateful’; so she’d learned to just stay quiet— if only to avoid conflict.

It was a godsend that her father had finally let her move out when she started university; on the condition that she would always spend her breaks with the family.

“Yes, okaa-sama,” (Y/n) muttered under her breath, not in the mood to even talk to her mother. She just wanted breakfast to be done with already, so she could get as far away from the house as possible.

Fortunately, her mother’s secretary announced that she was already running behind for a meeting— so without even a single glance at her, Akari walked right out of the dining room; causing (Y/n) to finally let go of the breath that she’d been holding since she had sat down at the table.

“Do you have some candy, Rin?” The young woman asked softly, wanting to wash out the taste of the jasmine tea that she’d taken a sip of earlier. And when the other woman handed her a piece of cherry-flavored candy, she wasted no time in popping it into her mouth. “Thank you. So, what’s the first thing on my agenda again?”

However, for the second time that day, Rin was cut off before she could even answer; that time, with a loud series of honks from the outside.

“(Y/n)-sama,” One of the housekeepers hastened into the room; a little flushed and breathless from having exerted that much energy, before continuing, “You have a guest.”

“Who?”

“Your fiancé, ma’am.”

She couldn’t help but close her eyes and pinch the bridge of her nose, because that was just what she needed after dealing with her mother: another difficult person to handle.

Still, she found herself feeling a little better— and a little flushed from remembering what he had done to her just the day before— since he was a good distraction. Not to mention, total eye candy. And with a little sigh, she began her walk to the front door.

When she got there though, it was to see Kyōjurō pinching one of the fresh calla lilies between his fingers; only to jump when he heard her words clear as day.

“Those are real.”

The blond grinned at that— bypassing the center table that had the vase of flowers that he’d been admiring— as he closed the distance between him and (Y/n); boldly wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest. “Really? Not as real as this kiss, though.”

With those words hanging in the air, Kyōjurō then leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss; smiling into it when he felt her respond for a brief second, before pulling back a little. He wasn’t having that, however, so he chased after her lips while his free hand cupped the back of her head.

He could hear a few housekeepers gasping in surprise a few ways away, but he couldn’t care less about any of them. Not when he could taste the candy that (Y/n) had in her mouth. So, even more boldly than before, he snaked his tongue between her lips, and slowly coaxed the piece of candy right into his own mouth.

A little breathless from his antics, he finally broke away from (Y/n)— but not before pressing one last gentle kiss against her lips. “Didn’t know that you liked cherry, baby.”

“Shut up,” The young woman whispered, chest heaving and cheeks aflame with a blush. But she made no move to push herself away from Kyōjurō; not because she wanted to stay there forever, but to save face— since she could feel the beginnings of an erection pressed up against her. “What are you doing here?”

“You tell me to shut up, and then you ask me a question. You’re so confusing, sweetheart,” Kyōjurō teased, but still supplied her with a decent answer. “I’m here to take you out for breakfast.”

“I already had breakfast.”

“Then a second breakfast.”

“I have a charity even to go to later,” (Y/n) protested.

But Kyōjurō wasn’t having any of it. “I’ll take you after breakfast. So go and get everything you need, baby.”

***

“Wait, wait!” (Y/n) almost screeched, as she sat down on the buttery leather seat of Kyōjurō’s flashy, red Audi R8. “What about security? I was supposed to have-”

Before she could say anything more, the blond leaned down and pressed his lips against hers— effectively shutting her up— before jerking a thumb at the car behind his own. “You think I would bring you anywhere without thinking of your safety? Over there are two of my most trusted men: Shinazugawa and Tomioka. They don’t necessarily get along, but they get things done…”

And to add to that, Kyōjurō continued, “Besides, you have me to protect you, baby.”

With that, he stole another kiss from (Y/n), before grinning down at her and getting her settled in her seat. He didn’t know why, but taking care of her like that sent his heart fluttering wildly in his chest; maybe it was the novelty of actually doing it for a woman, or maybe it was all because it was her, and the fact that they were going to get married, but he loved every minute of it.

It wasn’t even that he wasn’t a gentleman to his past lovers— he was— but he didn’t really care for them at all. They were good for one thing, and he only kept them around for that, since he was busy with running his family’s business.

But with (Y/n)… he couldn’t even explain it. She was special.

Trying to suppress a smile, he walked around the car to get to his side, before buckling himself in and turning the engine on. However, when the radio turned on, it was still connected to Kyōjurō’s phone— and it had (Y/n) wide-eyed for a second, before she burst out into a fit of giggles.

“I wouldn’t have thought that you were the type to listen to Arashi,” The young woman teased, her giggles getting even louder when Kyōjurō decided to be silly and dance and sing along to the chorus of ‘Turning Up’.

When (Y/n)’s giggles calmed down into a smile, however, the thought that maybe— just maybe— spending time with him wasn’t that bad crossed her mind; and it had her silently agreeing. Especially when she looked back up at Kyōjurō and saw him grinning as he pulled out of the driveway.

When he wasn’t being a teasing horndog, he was okay; at least to (Y/n).

“What time do you need to be at your charity event?” The question had her jumping in surprise, but she quickly composed herself and rifled through all of the mental notes that she had made before leaving the house.

“Ten. And then I have another one at three.”

“Do you like doing these things?” It was such an offhanded question, not meant to be prying at all, but (Y/n) felt it hit much closer to home than her fiancé had intended. Still, she wasn’t mad at him for it; in fact, she felt… relieved, and happy.

Because, for the first time ever, someone had finally asked her what she thought. It was something small and insignificant, but to her that meant a lot— and it had her warming up to him just a little bit more.

“Well… to be honest, no. I don’t like it.”

Kyōjurō was just about to ask why she still did it if she didn’t like it, but the brief glance he cast at her— making him catch a glimpse of the melancholy look in her eyes— had him speaking before thinking. “Fuck those charities. Let’s just go out on a date today.”

“My mother would have my head!” (Y/n) exclaimed with a shake of her head, feeling a rush of excitement coursing through her at the possibility of rebelling; but still trying to stay rational and do what had been asked of her.

However, the blond already beat her to the punch, since he had pressed one of the numbers on the screen— making the car extremely silent, save for the revving of the engine, and the steady ringing of the line.

When someone on the other end picked up though, Kyōjurō didn’t even waste time on pleasantries. “Can you call my mother-in-law’s secretary and tell her that I’m taking (Y/n) out on a date? For the whole day.”

And with that, he dropped the call, letting the car be filled by the song that had been playing before; acting as if he hadn’t just sealed his fate by making his future in-law severely dislike him.

“She’s going to hate you.”

“Too bad, I’m still taking you out on that date.” And, as if to prove his point, he pulled the turn signal before making an illegal u-turn. Thankfully, there hadn’t been any other cars on the road.

(Y/n), completely shocked, screeched, “That was illegal!”

“Baby, you’re marrying me; you’ll be finding out all the illegal things I do for a living very soon."

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mxvladdy · 3 years

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I can't stress enough 'wows' in tve way you write along with the fact that it's you first few posts (i think? Pls correct me) can you do luci mammon and satan with a reader who takes naps bc of overthinking? They just tug their sleeves and shot them a tired look, while looking down shying away. Also, have a nice day and take the time to be yourself!

Aw thanks fam! I am fairly new to posting my works, I tried twice before this with two different writing blogs but I deleted them both bc I felt discouraged. I’m older now and I feel a lot better about my writing, so third time the charm and all that lol! I’m so glad you like my writing! I know I need some work on grammar and expanding my vocabulary.

This was a super cute prompt ;.; I hope I did it justice!

Lucifer

He is a mix of jealous and pissed. He wishes he could fall asleep so easily when he gets inundated with too many things at once. But also- just don’t do that? Where were your manners?

He starts noticing your little peculiarity in class. Specifically that you tend to nod off in advance alchemy and rune scripting. You were being so studious, jotting down notes, ask great questions. Next thing he knows you're out like a light.

He is shocked for a moment before he will wake you up. Your wide doe-eyed frown does nothing to him. JK his hearts clench at your wounded look.

He makes the other brothers report to him about your behavior and odd sleep habit. Were you ill? Was this just something humans did? Devils, was Belphie rubbing off on you?

They all say the same thing. One moment you are working hard or talking to them about a topic you are passionate about, and the next you are yawning hard enough to pop your jaw and shyly asking to lay down.

Well-he can’t have that.

If you are going to fall asleep around anyone it’s going to be him.

He sets up remedial lessons with you after dinner to make up for the work slept through. You sit by him at his long ornate desk while he tutors you on what you missed.

You weren't having any problems, you even finished a few pages. He is proud and then-

“I can almost hear those gears slowing my dear.” Lucifer interrupts himself mid-explanation of Zosimos of Panopolis and Maria the Prophetess's theories of alchemy in human medicine.

You jerk awake and turn to him blinking owlishly. "Yeah, I just need to lay down." You admit.

Lucifer eyes you critically. This was sudden, were you ill? You had been fine moments ago, bright-eyed and enthusiastic. He cups your face, turning it from side to side. "So suddenly? We haven't even discussed the properties of mercury yet." You hum letting your eyes droop. He was always so warm.

"Hour nap break? Please?" His stern gaze softens at how your nose scrunches up cutely as you yawn.

“Very well.” He relents letting you slick over to his couch. You flop over face first with a grunt of satisfaction. You toss and turn for a while, moving his pillows around unsatisfied.

“Luci-” You call in defeat. He ignores you at first. If you wanted to nap fine, he would get some work done in the meantime. “Luci~” You say again. You could see his brow twitching. “Lu-”

“My dear,” He shoots you a withering look. “You are treading a thin line. If you have the energy to call for me you have the energy to study.” You say nothing at his brisk tone, instead of opening your arms to him to join you. “You tempt me.” He purrs hiding his smile behind his paperwork.

“Learned from the best.” Lucifer shakes his head laughing at your smug reply. He glances over you to his grandfather clock. Hmmm-perhaps he could spare a few minutes. He rises elegantly discarding his tie and waistcoat to his abandoned chair. Running a hand through his hair he snorts at your little whistle.

“Move.” He commands. You shake your head patting your belly. “I will crush you.” He laughs but lays over you regardless.

“Good-you’re warm.” You say muffled in his shirt. Wrapping your arms around his middle you drift off. Lucifer holds you close, running a still gloved hand up and down your side. Perhaps he should bring out some more complex topics next time. If this was the outcome-

Mammon

He noticed you get drowsy before in class. Your cute little head jerks as you nod off, hands rubbing at your face as you fight to stay awake before giving in to the need to sleep. It was adorable- not that he was watching you because of that! He was just doing his job of looking out for you

Ye-that was all.

Honestly, he thought you were just like him. He never cared for the books being forced on him in class. Boring useless crap in his opinion. He much rather sleep through a lecture on stats too.

Now books on photography? That's where it's at. He has a legitimate passion for it.

He likes being behind the camera just as much as he likes being in front of it. Though he doesn't snap photos often.

He doesn't need more beratement from his brothers than he already gets. Sides, he just feels like they would look down at this like everything else he does.

He'll share his hobby with you though. You at least seem interested in it. He'll show you his collection of vintage to high-tech cameras and talk your ear off about the makes, models, and features.

You nod along and ask questions from time to time, smiling along with Mammon while he prattles on about color theory next to you on the floor.

He was just getting to Auguste Lumiére when he feels a gentle bump on his shoulder.

"O-oi!" Mammon starts, shaking his shoulder to rouse you. You look up at him, blinking the sleep from your eyes. "Was...was I that boring?" He deflates a little, all previous excitement gone in a flash. You had seemed so interested...

"What? Oh, no. No Mammon I'm sorry. It's really all fascinating," You grab for his sleeve so he couldn't run away. "It was just a lot of information all at once. I just got a bit overwhelmed."

"So you fall asleep?" He raises a brow not believing you for a second. Who falls asleep when something is interesting? He'll admit he's fallen asleep while listening to Levi talk about a new anime or Asmo with a make-up release. But that's because it had been boring. "Is that like a human thing?"

You shrug snuggling closer. "I don't know- but it's a me thing. Give me five? I'd love to hear you talk more about your collection, promise."

Mammon glows scarlet at your words. "Of course you do!" He puffs out his chest excitedly. “I got great taste.” You nod into his shirt before drifting off again. He tilts his head slightly to look at you chuckling internally when your breathing and heartbeat slow down. Damn, out in seconds. Well, better get comfortable.

Uncrossing his long legs he picks up the camera he had been showing you. The old Polaroid lens reflects his face back at him. He remembered the day Land had debuted this marvel of engineering. He just had had to get his hands on one. It was useless now, he had much better quality cameras than this old thing, but he remembered you reminiscing about your human friends and their portable camera. Would you take some pictures with him too? He would take one now, but the sound of the flash would definitely wake you up.

He fiddles with it for a few more minutes, opening and closing the film canister and checking for any parts that needed fixing as he waits. You stir at his side a few minutes later with a little mew of satisfaction. Mammon hears your joints creak and pop as you stretch. "Morning." He says sarcastically, earning himself a light punch to his shoulder. "Ready to continue?"

You nod eagerly, perky and aware. At least for the moment.

Satan

He didn't really notice at first the pattern of your behavior.

You would come over for book club. Which was really just him reading his current novel and you picking something at random to gain a little random knowledge.

You would find a comfortable position on his bed, curl up nice and small and read. Then after a bit yawn and start to snooze.

He first thought it was the atmosphere of his room. It was quiet, warm, and the sound of flickering candles and the rustle of paper sometimes caused him to doze too.

But when it starts happening outside of class he notices.

Hmmm….this is new.

He looks it up in his human anatomy books and finds nothing.

He's not particularly worried about you per se. You always bounce back quickly after a quick snooze.

Then you start dozing when he is talking… >:(

Like his brother/dad he is a little miffed at first but then your behavior reminds him a cat and he loves you 10x harder now

Satan stops in his pacing of the back gardens. His book of poetry hanging limply in his hand. He had been reciting some of the most fascinating lines of work from Lord Byron's later works and wanted a human's perspective. He had thought you were interested. You never complained before when he asked you out here. Perhaps you were just being polite all those times before. Anything to soothe wrath. He snaps his book shut sharply, take some perverse satisfaction in the way you start out of your light sleep at the noise.

"Why'd you stop?" You ask wiping at your face.

"No point talking to someone that doesn't wish to listen." He snaps tersely.

"Oh-Satan, no I was listening. It...it just got to be so much so fast." You flush. “You had some great points going, I just needed a minute.” He watches your eyes grow heavy again, and it dawns on him.

"Do you just sleep when overwhelmed?" He asks incredulously. In all his years with humans, this was new. You shrug making grabby hands for him to move closer. He scoffs but moves into your space. You grab at the hem of his shirt and pull him down to sit next to you. He goes willingly getting comfortable by your side. You eye his lap longingly, hands clutching around his coat sleeve. “Fine-” He rolls his eyes. “Come here you odd thing.” You smile in triumph and crawl into his lap. Once settled you nuzzle into his warm chest.

“Wake me up in ten? I want to hear more about your conversations with Byron.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” He kisses the top of your forehead, opening his book to read again with one hand. You hum at his soft kiss, returning it sleepily with one of your own before passing out again. Ten minutes go by in an instant and Satan looks down at your peaceful face. He smiles to himself, perhaps he’ll let you sleep for a little while longer. You’d need it for his next point.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me prompts #cute!

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evolutionsvoid · 3 years

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I feel that the creatures of the volcanic deserts (AKA obsidian deserts) are a group that is hardly known by the outside world. You get a lot of talk about the beasts that live in jungles, or the monsters that live in the vast labyrinth of the Underworld, but not a lot of people mention these creatures. I would be interested in knowing how many people are even aware they exist! I feel if I asked anyone what a Shockscale or Flab Rat was, they would think I was either talking about a magic thing or an insult. Volcanic deserts are rare biomes, but there are other uncommon ones that people seem pretty knowledgeable of! So why don't people talk about them? Well, one theory is that volcanic deserts frequently get confused with other volcanic deserts, by that I mean dry land plus volcano. So when folk hear about them, they are confused which is which. Or in some cases, they may go visit it to see what the excitement is about and just find an arid piece of land by a lazy smoldering mountain. Not really all that interesting. Or it could be that people don't think deserts have anything in them, as that often happens with regular ones! I have surprised a lot of people whenever I prattle on about all the creatures that live in deserts, as they assume it is a barren wasteland! So perhaps they feel the same for volcanic deserts. These are legitimate theories, but I would like to submit my own! I would say that no one really talks about the flora and fauna of volcanic deserts because those ecosystems are absolutely awful to visit and nobody in their right mind would ever set root in one! Grating sand! Razor stone! Nonstop wind and lightening! It is a nightmare! Every sane explorer would turn back the second they watched a dune explode into a black shower of bladed chunks and crackling energy! They would see the utter misery this landscape brings and think "why not try the next one?" Sadly, not all who explore are levelheaded, and not all who seek knowledge are smart. By the way, have you guessed where I am writing this entry? I got to have something to do while I cower in this obsidian tube and wait for the apocalypse to ease up outside. My gripes aside, it is a darn shame that these creatures get overlooked. This biome, harsh and cruel it may be, has created some incredible species and the world deserves to know their presence! By writing this down and informing others, I also do the service of granting this knowledge so others don't have to suffer like I did! In most cases, I would encourage my readers to go out and see these incredible sights themselves, but here I am fine with them reading it in a book and looking at all the pretty pictures. So, with that, get a nice drink, find someplace cozy and not full of sand to sit, and read on! This entry is on a rather peculiar beast of these horrible lands: the Shockscale Urchin! The Shockscale Urchin (or just Shockscale) is a terrestrial version of those spiny little balls you find in the ocean, preferring the sandy places that have a whole lot of fire and lightening. Like sea urchins, they do look like a moving mound, though they are decked out in scales instead of spines. This image is possible because the underside of the urchin is where their feet are, hidden under all those beautiful scales. Down below is also where its mouth is, so its topside is really a featureless looking pile of scales. This simplicity, however, has its beauty, which can be seen in its magnificent scales! Mixes of purple and black on these sturdy, metallic scales! While many are small, they grow larger and thicker as they move down and away from the body. Anchored in special muscles, these outer scales sweep out from the body and form structures that seem more fitting for birds! Metallic wings and a fanning tail are formed from these scales and controlled by muscles. Despite their appearance, they cannot fly, as they are too heavy and not built for such an action. They don't so much flap but sweep and flow as the Shockscale moves and dances. With such beautiful and hardy scales, one would most certainly want one as a souvenir! Finding such a memento would seem rather thrilling, and easy too! If you are ever in a volcanic desert (first of all, have you listened to nothing I have said?) and wander the dunes, you would find some of these scales left in the sand. In some cases, you may watch a Shockscale crawl along and shed some of these scales as they navigate the chaotic terrain. At first glance, you would think yourself lucky! Here is a pretty trinket, let me just reach down and grab it! If you find yourself in this situation, pray that you have a smarter friend nearby ready to tackle you away from this enticing treasure. Hopefully you aren't wondering why I would say this, because I feel the name of this species should give a whole lot away.

Just like the landscape, which is constantly ravaged by violent storms, the Shockscale harnesses the power of lightening! Special organs within their bodies are capable of producing some series shocks, which means they don't have to rely on absorbing lightening like the Elmis Spire. This means that they cannot run out of this energy, as long as they have the strength to use these organs! By putting them at full charge, the Shockscale is capable of creating a shock that will knock you off your roots and fry your leaves! This effect is powered up because they are coated in these metallic scales, making it so much easier for them to zap you! Thankfully, though, this can only happen if you touch or step on one, right? Good news for them and bad news for us, the answer is: No! The amazing thing about the Shockscale is that they are able to weaponize this electricity in a rather ingenious way! The scales they shed are not lost by accident, they drop them on purpose! That is because these scales are really conductive and practically pull the electricity in. If the Shockscale releases its energy near these fallen scales, the lightening will jump from its body to these lost pieces! That means if you grab a scale while one of these urchins are nearby, there is a chance they will fry you! Like I said, these dropped scales are not by accident, the Shockscale actually uses them! These creatures tend to have territories they stick to, and here they do their hunting. They will sweep their "wings" in a circle and leave a ring of fallen scales. Moving to the center, they will bury themselves in the black sand and wait. When prey blunders through this practically invisible circle, the Shockscale will start zapping! Caught between the source and the energy-hungry scales, the electricity will flow through you while it makes its journey! The power of this shock is enough to drop a full grown human, as it messes with your nervous system and muscles. If you watch prey get caught in this shock trap, you will see them suddenly convulse and drop to the ground. They will twitch and writhe as the energy flows through them, as falling over unfortunately causes one to absorb even more of this shock. In most cases, the prey is killed by this powerful effect, and the Shockscale will emerge to claim its meal. The urchin will crawl atop its prey and use its hidden mouth to devour them. While Shockscales tend to fry smaller creatures, they are quite opportunistic. Anything that wanders into their territory is fair game, and the hungrier they are, the more likely they are to take risks. Even if huge creatures stomp through their circle, they will still shock them despite the fact they know it won't kill them. This is more of a deterrent, as the Shockscale would prefer not to get stepped on. I imagine this sudden way to go is part of the reason this ecosystem is believed to be cursed. How else would you explain someone suddenly convulsing and then dropping dead? Demonic possession? A smiting from the gods? Or perhaps a hungry echinoderm... In most cases, the Shockscale uses its scales to create this deadly perimeter for both offense and defense. Here it can lay in safety as it waits for food to arrive. However, there are some instances where the Shockscale will use its scales in a different pattern. When traveling, the urchin will be without its special circle. In this state, a predator may try to attack them, assuming the creature is without its usual defense. Since its takes time and precision to properly set up its trap, the Shockscale will be caught off guard. In some cases, it might just hunker down and rely on its own electric body for defense. Some have seen, however, times when the Shockscale "flees," which is odd because they don't move that fast. The urchin will try to run for its life, but the predator will have no trouble keeping up. Obviously, the beast will not jump right in and take a bite, as the urchin will just fry them. Most attackers would tend to hang back and wait for a vulnerable moment. Stalking behind the fleeing Shockscale, they will wait for the right moment to strike and then suddenly drop dead. Turns out, the Shockscale wasn't running. When they "retreat," they are actually dropping scales behind them as they move. They know that their abilities work by proximity, and most predators won't get close enough to zap. So by leaving a breadcrumb trail of scales, they are setting up a devious trap. The predator will be lured forward with the idea that they have the advantage, causing them to walk atop this line of scales. By releasing its energy, the lightening will chain itself through these scales and fry the attacker. Pretty clever! With this defense, there isn't much that can really mess with this species! The only predation I have witnessed so far was by a pack of Flab Rats, whose rubbery hides offer protection from most shocks. Even then, they have to be sure the Shockscale is dead before they take a bite! All the insulation in the world doesn't matter if you jam the lightening bolt into your mouth! Same goes for knives, you little monsters. Though they are quite dangerous, there is elegance to found in these incredible creatures! The beautiful wings are for more than just dropping scales, they actually use them for dance! When mating season comes around, the males will begin to wander the dunes. They do not seek a spot to congregate, rather they seem to move in different directions. I have heard that they are influenced by the sun, moon and stars, using them to guide their way, but I have not fully confirmed that. As they wander, they will let their wings out to the full span and spin around. There is some kind of pattern and design to this dance, as they thrash back and forth or twirl, but no one has truly decoded it. What we do know is that this moving ballet leaves behind something quite gorgeous! Their movements and wings create patterns in the obsidian sand, and their trail is formed from this delicate art! If you are walking the dunes during the breeding season, you will see entire swathes of the landscape turned into a magnificent canvas! These artistic trails are for the females, who are also moving about. When a female crawls over these paths, they can feel and detect its pattern. It seems they can learn a lot about the male from the art he leaves behind, and this will decide if he is worthy or not. If the design is lacking, she will move on, but if it is a masterpiece, she will follow it. Since she is not slowed by the need for dance, she will soon catch up with the twirling male and the two will undergo the next step of courtship. The trail he left behind was meant to get her in the door, now this part is how he gets her to stay! Together, the two shall dance and spin around each other, with the male seeking to impress and the female silently judging. The male must perform the right moves and hit the right timing to have a chance with her. If he bungles it, she will leave and search elsewhere. If he succeeds, the two will mate and part ways. She will go off to lay her eggs deep within the dunes, while he will continue his dance and search for other females. The thing that always gets me with this particular way for attracting mates is how delicate the whole process is. They are doing all this communication through sand art, despite the fact this landscape is ravaged by storms at an almost constant rate. A powerful gust of wind will easily erase all traces of this act, so how do they make it work? One solid theory is that Shockscales breed during seasons when the storms are at their slowest (which I think means they come every six minutes rather than five). This gives them longer times to let their art survive and catch attention, before it is blown away and they have to start over. Others say that the Shockscales also leave scented scales or pheromone along their trail, which the female can still follow if the patterns are erased. Whatever the reason, they somehow make it work! Though the Shockscales are not mentioned a lot by everyday folk, just like a lot of fauna from volcanic deserts, there is something about them that has made it to many shores. In many places, you can hear superstitions and creepy tales about a land covered in darkness and ravaged by the wrath of the gods. This place is almost like purgatory, covered in lava and black blades. What makes this place even creepier are the "symbols" and "runes" left by some unknown culture. Those who have entered this inhospitable land have mentioned grand designs etched into the dunes, patterns and symbols that are alien to many eyes and tongues. All of this, and yet not a single soul is seen! Despite this, the patterns are blown away, but then suddenly remade! How can this be?! Is there some kind of civilization hidden within this terrible world, writing these alien words in the sand? Or is it the result of spirits and demons, roaming the world of fire and lightening? Perhaps it is something more confusing and frightening. You see, these patterns can reach such amazing sizes and intricacy, yet you would struggle to fully appreciate it on the ground. A mural carved into the landscape can only be viewed in one way: from above! Are these symbols made for or by angels? Are they the markings of entities high above our heads? What do they stand for? What do they mean? There are many tales and theories about these bizarre patterns, and I have heard them all! Truly bewildering stuff! I have had people talk my ears off about these crazy conspiracies, and all I can think during these lectures is: "Is this what its like?" The real bummer of it all is that whenever I join in and add my theories, everyone gets all sour. They spin an endless yarn about symbols of angels and the writing of the gods, but then I offer the translation of "Heeeeey, ladies! Wanna dance?" and suddenly I'm the nut job. Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian ----------------------------------------------------- A creature design brainstormed between my friend @james-silvercat and me! I can't remember how we started on this, but at some point we were talking about my volcanic deserts and shingle urchins! Wound up being a really cool creature and a really cool design!

#sea urchin #urchin #echinoderm #shingle urchin #monster #creature #art #drawing #desert #lightening

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miracleonice87 · 4 years

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Homecoming

a Mathew Barzal one shot

a/n: I feel like I was gonna have to write a stereotypical bubble burst reunion sometime! Might as well be with pretty boy MB.

summary: Boyfriend Barzy is welcomed home post-bubble by his girlfriend.

warnings: smut!

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I stood in the parking lot outside the coliseum, watching as the bus carrying the boys back from the airport pulled in slowly. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and pulled the sleeves of Mat’s worn-out Isles crewneck, a favorite of mine, down to cover my hands. After a hot, dry New York summer, there was finally a distinct chill in the September evening air, which, coupled with the anticipation of seeing my boyfriend for the first time in nearly two months, sent a shiver down my spine. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears as the bus finally rolled to a stop, the mechanical whirr of the doors opening only slightly drowning out the sound of my pulse. I began taking inventory of those exiting the bus one by one, shifting my weight from side to side as I stood at the back of my Lexus, impatiently waiting.

Trotz, and Jim, and Anders, and Casey, and Tito, and Brass, and Ebs, and Brock, and Leddy, and...

Mathew.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in. Every muscle in my body, which I was unaware I had been tensing, relaxed all at once. I consciously fought the urge to sprint and jump into Mat’s arms in front of all of his teammates and coaches — that is, until he finally looked up at me and abruptly dropped his bags on the concrete beneath him.

“What are you doing standing there?” Mathew inquired, opening his arms wide. “Get over here,” he instructed with a chuckle.

I felt my face contort as tears welled in my eyes, my body desperately carrying me the twenty or so feet into Mat’s grasp, my dignity and reserve flying out the window. As I saw his waiting face, I knew that neither of us cared what we looked like to anyone around us. My chest finally collapsed against his, arms locking around his neck. He immediately hoisted my thighs around his waist before wrapping his arms tightly around my torso. Neither of us said anything for what had to be a full minute, just holding fast to one another, grasping at one another, as I heard the noises of other similar reunions happening all around us.

I finally pulled back a bit from Mathew and, after a shared smile, cupped his jaw in one hand, closely examining his recent battle wounds, the remaining evidence somehow looking even worse in person than it had on television. As I stared at his busted eye and slightly less-marred nose, I knew that he could sense my unease, my grin fading.

“I know, I know,” Mat prattled. “I swear it’s not as bad as it looks.” I pursed my lips, not believing him. For now, I decided to let it go, to not allow it to ruin the moment.

“Okay. Hi,” I whispered, my smile returning and his strong jaw still resting in my fingers.

“Hi,” Mat replied, smirking. “Missed you,” he added simply, but in a voice flooded with relief, more so than I had ever heard from him.

“Missed you,” I whispered in response, leaning in to kiss him firmly as one hot tear fell from each of my eyes. I had sworn to myself I wouldn’t cry in this moment, and I was angry that I hadn’t kept my self-made promise, but that was quickly overshadowed by the joy and peace I felt being in Mathew’s arms again.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” I asked, stroking my thumb across his chin before placing another hard kiss to his lips. “God, yes,” Mathew breathed, putting my feet back on solid ground. “I’m so ready.”

“Me, too,” I told him as he gathered his bags once more and we walked together to my car. I popped the trunk from the key fob in my hand before extending the device to Mathew.

“Wanna drive?” I asked, grinning. “God, yes,” he said again, lifting his suitcases into the trunk easily before accepting the keys from me with a kiss to my cheek. “Anything to feel normal again,” he mumbled. I nodded knowingly, and he squeezed my forearm when we crossed paths on our way to our respective doors.

I watched Mathew climb into the driver’s side as I reached for my seatbelt, still in shock that this long-lost familiar figure would be driving me back to our home. As soon as he adjusted the seat to accommodate his long legs rather than my short ones, Mathew reached his arm across the console to push some hair back from my face.

“Hey, baby?” he asked, inching his face closer and closer to mine. “Hmmm?” I breathed, gazing into his hazel eyes, completely entranced. Our mouths were only centimeters apart when he whispered, “I really fucking missed you,” before crashing his lips into mine with a force and passion I had never encountered from him. A moan involuntarily left my lips, causing Mat to smirk against my mouth, eyes still closed as he pulled his face back from mine.

“God, it’s so good to be home,” he told me as he gave me a lazy smile from beneath hooded eyelids. “Mmmm,” I moaned in agreement, my hand curling in as he nuzzled his stubbly face into my knuckles. “So good to have you back,” I spoke. Mat leaned in for another kiss, this one quick and sweet, before pressing the button and turning over the car’s engine.

“Now let’s get outta here,” he announced, waving at Anders and Grace in the car nearest mine and honking once, before pulling my hand to his lips and pressing warm kisses from my fingers to my palm.

“Time to go home with my girl!” he exclaimed, smiling brightly. I smirked at him as he glanced in my direction, pulling away from the parking lot and heading toward the highway.

“Now let’s talk about that fucking eye of yours...”

Mat groaned dramatically.

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“We’re home!” I said in a singsong tone as I turned the key in our apartment’s lock and ceremoniously pushed in the door, holding it open so Mat could take in the scene. He stepped through the doorway, bags in tow, and I watched a smile spread across his cheeks as he entered.

Before him, on the coffee table in the center of the living room, were gathered an array of Mathew’s favorite things — a refill of his Gucci cologne, a couple cases of his preferred fall craft beer from a brewery upstate, a giant box of our favorite brand of microwave popcorn, and an enormous bag of Sour Patch Kids, his candy of choice. Against the glass doors leading out to the balcony, directly across from us, was a message spelled out in gold helium balloons: “Welcome Home Mathew!”

“Babe!” Mathew exclaimed, excitement seeping from his voice as he walked closer, dropping his bags on the way. “What did you do?!” He began laughing, smacking his thighs as he bent over, in awe of the gesture. I approached him and rubbed his back with one hand as he stood upright again.

“I just wanted to give you a warm welcome,” I mused. Mat pulled me into his body and tilted my chin up to look at him. “Because you deserve it,” I told him.

“No, I don’t deserve this!” he tried to protest, hands finding my lower back and pressing me against him. My brows knitted together as I argued his point. “Of course you do. It’s pretty clear you worked your ass off this postseason,” I said, my fingertips ghosting over his healing wounds before curling some of his black hair behind his ear.

“No, I don’t deserve you,” Mat muttered. “You’re too good to me,” he whispered, mouthing at my jawline before trailing his lips behind my ear. I tipped my head skyward as he trailed hot kisses down my neck, pulling down the collar of his crewneck I wore so that he could place open-mouth kisses across my clavicle. Before I knew what was happening, Mat had backed me into the nearest sofa, turning and taking a seat himself first before pulling me down to straddle him as I let out a squeal.

“Missed this,” Mat told me through firm and passionate kisses. “Missed your body. Missed your lips.” I sighed blissfully at his admission. I rested my hands against his toned stomach as I agreed, “I missed this too. You. All of it.” Mat grunted, and I felt him already growing hard beneath me. I smirked into our deep kiss, pushing his golf shirt up and off of his body.

“You’ve been through a lot, baby,” I breathed into Mat’s ear, hands traveling up his chest and across his wide shoulders. “Let me spoil you.”

“I feel like I should be spoiling you, love,” Mat protested, letting a whispered curse word fall from his lips as I kissed the skin just in front of his ear. “I’m the one who left you alone.”

I pulled away and shook my head at him. “Don’t say it like that. And how about I spoil you first and then you can spoil me later tonight?” I suggested, pressing my lips against the thick column of his neck, feeling him gasp and then sigh with pleasure.

“Mhmmm,” he agreed, licking his lips, eyes fluttering closed. “Yeah, that’s good.” I smirked at how much he was enjoying our first intimate encounter in far too many weeks.

In a moment, I was kneeling in front of Mat on our living room rug, tugging off his black dress pants as quickly as I could. I pulled down the waistband of his boxers, his thick length springing free as he let out a relieved sigh. I wasted no time in wrapping my hand around him, kissing the tip as I looked up at Mat through my eyelashes. He hissed in pleasure, muscular arms resting on the back of the couch, head falling back in pleasure.

“I missed this,” I told him as I took his tip into my mouth, bobbing my head and taking more and more of him each time my mouth moved toward his stomach, finally touching my nose to the skin there as he hit the back of my throat, causing Mathew to cry out.

“Ah, fuck! Oh, my god, baby girl. Fuck yes,” he praised. He allowed my mouth to pleasure him only for a short while longer before grabbing my wrist.

“I’m gonna cum right now if you don’t stop, and I need to be inside you when I do, baby girl,” he admitted, cradling my head in his hand. I released him from my lips with a pop, causing him to swear before he fumbled to pull down my leggings and thong, guiding my hips to his own.

“Later tonight, I’m gonna eat your pussy for hours,” Mat told me, making me whine at his plan for the evening. “But right now, I just need to be buried in you,” he told me, somehow pulling my crewneck from my body with one hand and throwing it aside. As I sunk down onto him, so eager to be filled at last by the man I loved, his breath caught in his throat.

“Fuck, baby girl,” Mathew groaned. “Oh, fuck me. I’m not gonna last long. You’re so tight, baby girl. Feel so good around me.” He lifted my hips and maneuvered them back down continuously as he spoke, allowing me time to reach behind me and unhook my own bra. The lacy garment fell to the side as Mat pushed himself even deeper into me, the sight of my breasts causing his movements to become even more frantic.

“Mathew, oh my god. Mathew!” A deep moan left my throat as Mat leaned forward, responding to his name, taking one of my nipples into his mouth to tease it, then the other. His hand found my clit and rubbed circles against the sensitive area, tipping me over the edge after only a handful of seconds.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl. You gonna cum for me, huh. I feel it,” he coaxed. “Good girl, baby. Let go for me.”

I squeezed my fingers into Mathew’s shoulders as I rode him desperately, my release rolling through me. I watched as his eyes darkened, gripping my waist as he thrust into me and I ground my heat against his.

“Oh, yes, baby, yes! I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming, baby. Oh, fuck,” Mathew cried out as I felt him spill into me, his legs and hips twitching beneath me as I collapsed against his chest, head falling to his shoulder as we each struggled to find our breath.

“Oh, my god, baby,” Mat finally said, and I heard the smile in his voice. He kissed my forehead, cradling my head in one hand and my ass in the other. “Even better reunion sex than I pictured,” he told me. I smiled up at him, unable yet to pick up my head from his sticky skin.

“Welcome home, Mathew,” I whispered breathlessly, kissing his collarbone and pulling his chain between my fingers. “Welcome home.”

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gotnofucks · 4 years

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Congruence

Written for @holylulusworld 10k follows challenge!

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader, Loki x Reader

Trope: Love Triangle

Summary: Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person.

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: None? Strong language, I think. Fluff and bad English (not my first language)

A/N: This is my first time writing something like this so please bear with me. Also, I’m a sucker for happy endings so…yeah.

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Wong was losing his fucking mind. He was one more broken vase away from cursing in Vedic Sanskrit and spent every hour cursing Thor for sending his miscreant brother to live at the New York Sanctum. He could have gone to Hong Kong, or maybe London where he would have fit right in with that English accent. But no! He had to send him here in New York with Wong and Stephen and you.

You had been living at the sanctum for only two months when Thor literally dropped Loki here. Wong and Stephen had been sitting in the living room when the ceiling cracked open and someone fell from the sky with a resounding THUD. Loki had looked up from the floor with utter contempt in his face at his brother who landed solidly on his feet.

“Hey there, doctor!” Thor bellowed, patting Stephen roughly on the shoulder and gave Wong a bear hug.

The sorcerers had stared at the two Asgardians with absolute shock on their faces until Wong exploded.

“Can you please for fucks sake use the door like a normal person!? Every time you are here you break something! The ceiling for god’s sake! Do you have any idea how much time and effort it takes to repair that?”

Thor looked at the ceiling with no remorse while his brother dusted himself off.

“Can’t you just, you know, reverse time with the stone and fix it?” Thor asked, taking a seat without being offered one.

“What are you doing here? And why, if I may ask, is your brother here?” Stephen asked rolling his eyes. Thor made the occasional stop at the Sanctum from time to time just for the fun of it. Banner bet him 10 bucks it has a lot to do with Wong being recently single, Stephen disagrees and says its because their kitchen is always stocked with Pop Tarts.

“Ah, you can keep my brother” Thor said nonchalantly, stretching his legs out and being comfy in his chair.

“Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are, trying to treat me like an object?” Loki spat.

Before Thor could retort, Stephen banged his hand on the table. “I have no plans to keep your brother, Odinson. Pray, take him and leave. And while you’re at it, put some money on the table for the ceiling. We may have magic, but we don’t use it to put splintered wood back together.”

“You must keep him doctor, for the good of the nine realms.” Thor said, raising his hands slightly in resignation.

“Have you started another war already?” Wong asked curiously, eyeing the God of Mischief who looked about ready to stab his brother.

“He hasn’t, yet. But I’m leaving Midgard for some time and Valkyrie doesn’t want him around. They will end up killing each other by the end of the week. He’s got magic, you can make use of him here. Hell, make him fix that ceiling.” Thor said.

Loki was seething at having been treated like a naughty child while the adults talked around him. They hadn’t let him utter a word in his defense and he doubted it would matter if they did hear him out. Whatever, he didn’t want to stay with Valkyrie either. Before Thor dragged him here, he’d switched all her alcohol with fruit juice. She would be spitting fire for days and he was safer here. And so, it was decided that Loki would stay at the sanctum until Thor returned. What he would do here remains to be seen. Stephen wasn’t pleased with the situation, but he’d rather Loki stay here than cause some other world ending event that would drag him and other Avengers out to clean up his mess later.

You were in the library when this weird turn of events was happening, so you hadn’t had the chance to meet Loki yet. You were a new recruit at the sanctum, chosen personally by Wong who felt they needed more than just two sorcerers to protect this place. Until then you were under training with both of them and were still getting your feel of this space. You had so far met no one other than your two mentors so you were rightfully surprised to stumble on man wearing green cape and eating your cereal in the kitchen. You stopped in your tracks and looked at him curiously while he did the same, chewing slowly.

“Y/n meet Loki. He’ll be staying with us for some time”, Wong said as ways of introduction. Wong adored you since he saw you in Kamartaj and had you brought here as soon as your preliminary training there was over. You were still very young, only in your 20s, so you brought with yourself a light and life that had previously been lacking in this sacred place. Ever since you came here, the sanctum had flower vases in almost every room and soft music could be heard at odd times. You didn’t take long to adjust to your life in New York and often forced both Stephen and Wong to eat something other than take out. You laughed and smiled and brought with yourself a woman’s touch to this dreary place. Wong wasn’t the only one affected. Stephen, who had initially been very against the idea of another sorcerer in the sanctum warmed up to you quick enough. So warm in fact that Wong could almost call it affection.

“Hi Loki, does your cape float too?” You asked and sat across him, pouring some cereal and milk into your bowl. Loki stopped eating and bent his head a little to the side, curious.

“It doesn’t.” He said at last.

“That sucks, I love flying cloaks. Stephen’s cloak – I call it Levi – loves to take me on rides. If your cape were a sentient too, maybe they could have been friends. Everyone should have friends, even clothes.”

Loki was looking at you with a small, amused smile.

“I can enchant it for a few hours; however, it won’t remain animated forever.” Loki said. He didn’t like talking to strangers, but you were so sweet, so unafraid of him that it pleased him. You had no awkwardness when you spoke, and no note of hatred in your voice, something that didn’t happen often in his conversations with people.

Your eyes brightened and you launched into a discussion about animation enchantments, something that the masters at Kamartaj had steered clear off. They were very adamant about how to use magic, and walking furniture was somewhere they drew the line. Loki’s magic was very different to yours and it fascinated you. This was how Stephen found you, deep in conversation with an amused Loki who looked at you softly. He scowled.

“What’s happening here?”, he asked, coming to stand behind you.

“Did you know it’s possible to morph your body in someone else’s completely? Solid illusions!”, you prattled on.

“Of course, I know, I just don’t use it.” Stephen said and took the seat beside you.

“You never said! You’ll teach me?” Your eyes were bright as you asked this, and it was with great restraint Stephen shook his head and said no. He found it difficult denying you anything and if he ever admitted it to himself, he would say he’s fond of you. Very fond.

Your face fell at his denial.

“You won’t teach me? Why?”

“Some magic is too advanced for you right now. We’ll build it up and maybe someday I’ll teach you, although I’m not fond of it. Some magic is just…silly.”

Loki was looking at your exchange with a small smirk and as you lowered your face in dejection, he leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table and looked straight at you.

“I can teach you.” He said and watched your eyebrows raise before a small smile formed on them. You looked happy until you remembered your mentor sitting beside you and looked at him with a forlorn expression. Stephen’s hands clenched and he resisted the urge to mash Loki’s face in his cereal.

“Like hell you would! I’m her instructor and the only thing you’re doing is staying out of trouble.” Stephen said, one hand leaning over the back of your chair, a gesture not lost on Loki.

“Didn’t Thor say I could be of help here? Well, this is it. I could help teach Y/n and we can compare notes on our magic. Wouldn’t you like that, Y/n?” Loki asked you in a sweet voice and you nodded eagerly, eyes pleading with Stephen to agree. You looked so earnest, so willing to learn, that Stephen couldn’t find it in himself to say no. He wanted to, he wanted to shout that he will teach you all you needed to know and more, that he is someone you can rely on. But he simply said yes.

Throughout this whole conversation, Wong, who was busy cooking hadn’t said a thing but if the stiffness in his shoulders was to go by, he was not a happy man. He knew some shit was about to go down, and lord did he not want to be a part of it.

From that day, what happened in the Sanctum was something Wong could only call an over glorified dick-measuring contest between Stephen and Loki. They did all but whip their tools out and boink each other on the head with it.

It started from little things like teaching you something new and praising you about it. You loved to have your work being acknowledged and would blush a deep red at being praised. Loki had fumed for hours watching you and Stephen work and you giggling with a red face as Stephen told you what a good job you had done. In retaliation, Loki started teaching you enchantments and when you got them right, he would pat your hand and tell you that you were a good girl. That blush, and the glare he received from Stephen was a treat.

It didn’t stop with academics. The men started vying for your attention in the kitchen, each trying their hardest to win you over with more and more complicated dishes. Wong put his foot down when Loki made a Nutella sandwich that was a foot high and dripped with toasted marshmallows that took hours to scrub off. Stephen had laughed outrageously when Wong scolded Loki, telling him to clean up his mess and if he ever did something like this again, he’ll be using his toothbrush to clean the sanctum. Stephen stopped laughing however when Wong turned to him with a spatula in his hand. “And you! You’re banned from cooking too. I can’t go shopping every day to get you ingredients because you want to make Y/n pastries and pies and stupid Turkish delights three times a day. Out of my kitchen! Now!”

The antics continued, more often than naught resulting in skirmishes between the two men which in turn resulted in a lot of broken vases, furniture, and in some rare events, bones. They fought over who you spent more time with, smiled wider at, and laughed harder at. It drove Wong crazy, an unfortunate bystander to the playground tricks of two boys fighting over a toy. But you were more than a toy, that he could tell.

You weren’t oblivious to what was happening. You were young, not naïve and so you spent your days very amused. You didn’t mind this attention, far from it in fact. Two very handsome and powerful men, for reasons best known to them, were trying their best to impress you. It made you giddy and feel wanted, but also confused because while you weren’t in love with either of them, you didn’t think you’d be able to choose one when the time came for it. Surely, they can’t keep doing this forever and will one day give you the ultimatum to make a choice. You dreaded that day because with each passing day, with each sweet gesture and praise, with each hug lasting a little longer and each eye contact being a little hotter, you were reminded that with choosing one you would lose the other. That didn’t seem like the happy ending you wanted.

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Loki was at his wit’s end and knee deep in books and ancient relics. He had scrounged every storeroom and tome trying to find what he wanted to no avail. His hair was disheveled from running his hands through it too many times and he wished you would braid it like you’d done a couple nights ago. What had begun simply as an amusing prank to show up Stephen Strange ended up being a true gamble in the game of love. He didn’t really expect to start liking you like this. Sure, you were different, and he acknowledged that fact within minutes of meeting you. But he didn’t know that he would seriously start considering his intentions towards you. At most he had hoped he would find a friend in you, but he didn’t just want to be a friend anymore. He wanted you with your tinkling laugh and ability to cast spells far above your level. He wanted to see you defend him against Thor and to tell you stories of Asgard as you took a walk through New Asgard by his side. He wanted you so bad and he’d be damned if that red cloak wearing second rate wizard took you from him.

“What in the world are you doing?” Wong asked as he entered Loki’s room to find it strewn with books and odd ornaments. Loki was sitting on the floor looking quite frustrated, and well, a little pathetic.

“I can’t find it. I’ve searched almost every book and every relic you have here. I can’t find it!” Loki moaned. Wong didn’t know what he was looking for, but he felt a small spark of pity for the god.

“What are you looking for?”

“Aladdin’s lamp”

There was a pregnant pause in the room.

“Excuse me?”

“Aladdin’s lamp. Y/n was talking about how Strange’s cloak – Levi as she calls it – would have loved having the flying carpet as his friend. And I asked her about this carpet, and she told me it belonged to the Genie who came out of Aladdin’s lamp when rubbed. I want that lamp so I can ask this Genie fellow to loan me his carpet”

It was a tough battle between laughing and patting the god on his head like a small child. Wong fought the impulse to do either and sat down on a chair after depositing the books on it on the table. “You won’t find it here”, he told Loki whose head shot up at this.

“Why not? Is it at some other sanctum? London?”

“It’s…nowhere.”, Wong said and raised a hand to stop Loki from interrupting. “Aladdin is a fictional story, so is the lamp and the genie and the carpet. Y/n loves reading about them and watching the movie adaptations. She likes to see how morals have interpreted magic.”

Loki’s mouth dropped open and for a moment he looked about ready to cry for having wasted so many hours searching for something that didn’t exist. Then, he miraculously started laughing.

“Norns! This woman drives me up a wall! She mentions one thing and I just want to do that for her. I’m not even mad at her or myself, just disappointed that I’ll have to search for something else to get her now. What the hell happened to me?”

Wong looked at a man who was very nearly, if not already in love with you. He didn’t like Loki very much, but he didn’t want this man to go through a heart break either. He would have to talk to you, soon.

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Stephen fancied himself a step ahead of Loki because he had known you a little bit longer, but if he was being honest, there wasn’t much to go by. His insecurities had a lot to do with that, for he believed you would prefer Loki, a handsome man over a scarred man like him. But you had never mentioned anything about his slightly trembling hands. You had taken to his life without a hitch and so seamlessly blended into a routine with him, Stephen felt like you had always been a part of his life. He couldn’t remember when you’d started helping him tie his robes, or necktie when the occasion called for it. He couldn’t remember when he’d started eating home cooked meals instead of takeout at the deli Wong preferred. One day he was living without you, and the other you had taken over every aspect of his life and made it ten times as beautiful. He didn’t know if he could go back to living life as he did before you, and he’d be damned if some green-bean god tried to take you away from him.

“I am going to regret asking this but what are you trying to do?”, Wong asked Stephen who was standing in the middle of his meditation room holding his cloak. Well, holding might not be the correct term. Dancing…with his cloak.

“I am teaching Levi how to waltz”, Stephen said and continued to guide the piece of fabric through the leg movements. Wong watched this with morbid fascination before sputtering incredulously.

“Why?”

“Y/n loves to waltz and as I don’t always have enough time to indulge her, I’m teaching my cloak how to do it so it can keep her company. You’ll do that won’t you, Levi?”

To Wong’s utter astonishment the cloak seemed to nod and was almost elegant in his movements. For a good few minutes Wong watched this scene before sighing. Smitten, both of them. Absolutely wrapped around your finger and most definitely on their way to fall in love. Stephen was his best friend and he looked so happy since you got here, it warmed Wong’s heart to finally see Stephen smile and be genuinely happy.

He really really needed to talk to you and ask you whom you planned to be with, if any of them at all. This is exactly the sort of drama Wong hated and he was sure no matter what you said, someone was going to get their heart broken.

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You were going to do it. You were going to do it today and tell them your decision because you couldn’t take it anymore. The hostility between Loki and Stephen was getting on your nerves and you couldn’t spend a minute in one’s company before being interrupted by the other. In the end, you just left them both, hence losing the joy of both their presence. And poor Wong. You could see him trying to summon courage for what you knew was going to be a very uncomfortable talk. The past few months Loki had lived here had been the best and worst months of your life. But now that things were starting to affect not just your friendship but also your academics (because both your instructors ended up attacking each other and spent two days in the sick bay), you needed to make a choice. So, you did what you did best and got to baking.

“It smells like Valhalla here, Y/n”, Loki said as he watched you work.

“Why won’t you let us see what you’re making?” Stephen asked, trying to look around you but you glared at him and he sat down again.

“Will you both for god’s sake ask the important question? Why the hell are we wearing these outfits?” Wong grumbled.

You looked at the three men seated around the table in Harry Potter robes, each holding a handmade wand and pointy hat you’d forced them to wear. They had protested and whined (I’m not a witch for Norn’s sake!) but had given in easier than you thought. You really did have them wrapped around your little finger.

“Could you wait for like two minutes? This needs to be perfect!” You chirped and got back to your tray.

“I’m too old to be doing cosplay”, Wong said with a huff.

“Shut up”

It took you another ten minutes to perfect your stuff, a tray lined with identical muffins with Hogwarts logo and the sorting hat on top. Picking it up you sat it down on the table before the three men and then sat down yourself.

“These are the sorting muffins but with a twist”, you declared. Loki looked on with interest. He’d watched and read all the Harry Potter books and movies at your behest.

“I hate this, and I hate twists. The last time I saw a twist was when this one-”, Wong pointed at Stephen “-annoyed a cosmic being into accepting defeat. I still get nightmares about that”

“Oh, don’t be so dull Wong. These are compatibility muffins. We don’t need sorting, we’re already sorted. You are obviously a Ravenclaw because you’re the librarian, Stephen is of course Gryffindor because Levi is red, similarly Loki is Slytherin because that cape is definitely a Slytherin green. And I am a Hufflepuff because I am the best.” Your speech did not have the jubilant response you expected, and you crossed your arm with a deep disappointed sigh. Stereotypical as your sorting had been you expected something more than blank faces.

“So, what are these muffins for?”, Stephen asked.

“We all take one and see what color filling we find. The person whose house we get, that’s the person we’re most compatible with.” Now you had your expected response. Both Loki and Stephen sat at attention eyeing the muffins critically, trying their hardest to guess which one had the yellow icing in the middle. Beside them Wong groaned and facepalmed. Of all the ways for you to choose a partner, trust you to play a game of luck involving a children’s fantasy book. He was regretting putting that talk off now.

“So, if I get blue…” Loki trailed off

“Yeah, you and Wong can go make out in the corner” You answered. “But of course, Wong must get green too you know, or you’d have to find another Ravenclaw. Consent is important after all”

It was the dumbest shit you had ever come up with. You knew it, everyone else knew it. But if this was how it was supposed to go so be it. Everyone ignored Wong’s complain of ruining a good desert and set out to choose their most perfect muffin. They were all identical to the last crumb, and it took an annoyingly large amount of time for both your suitors to choose their pieces. After they had deliberated and finally chosen their muffins, you casually selected one and motioned for Wong to do the same.

Finally, with muffins in all your hands and eyes full of anticipation and trepidation, you all took a bite.

Stephen’s face broke out in a grin as he showed off his bitten muffin with a yellow center. That smile however turned into a frown as Loki showed a yellow centered muffin too. Wong, feeling utterly stupid showed his red centered muffin and then all eyes turned to you. With a straight face you turned your muffin and-

“Motherfucker!”, Wong cried and with his head in his hands began laughing and crying simultaneously. Loki and Stephen looked stunned, staring open mouthed at the two-colored center of your muffin. Red and green.

“What?” They both said.

“I can’t choose. I just can’t. That’s not who I am.” You said and looked them both straight in the eye, hoping they’ll see reason in what you’re saying. “How do you choose between two people who love so much? You can’t quantify that feeling, you can never tell if its greater for someone or not. Call me a coward or a bitch, I don’t care. This is the truth. I love you Stephen. I love all your music references and stupid movies you make me watch. And I love you Loki, with that English accent and your horrible cooking. I love you both and I am here if you’ll have me. This is what I can offer you, because I sure as hell can’t break either of yours heart.”

You didn’t know what was going to happen. You hadn’t exactly meant to drop the L-word, but well, it was true. You couldn’t break their hearts, so you put the ball in their court and allowed them to break yours instead. It was much better than going through with the pain of choosing one of them, especially when your heart beats simultaneously for two. You braced yourself for rejection, because sharing a person you love is never easy. But if you have to share it with a person you hate, well, its almost impossible.

Loki and Stephen looked at you and then at each other. They seemed to be having some sort of wordless conversation and the longer they remained silent, the more you felt like you’d made a mistake and lost them both. Finally, they nodded at each other and then looked at you.

“I hate this second-rate wizard”

“I hate you too, green puny god”

“But we love you more.”

You blinked once and then again. It took a minute to register what they said but then you were flying and the next second you were in their arms, one man at your front while the other at your back. Sobs whacked your small body as the tension of past few months left you in your lovers’ embrace and you could finally breath easy. You pulled away and looked up with a tear stained face at Loki and Stephen, a watery smile that they reciprocated.

“So, we can finally have sex now after months of violent foreplay”, you remarked making them both laugh and pull you in their arms again. This was it. This was your safe space, your heaven.

Wong was forgotten as the three embraced and he was as baffled as he had ever been. Only you could have pulled off something so crazy. He was so glad he almost joined the group hug himself. No more broken furniture, no more shouting and no more messy kitchens. Life could go back to normal. As soon as he said that thunder rumbled outside and the ceiling cracked, depositing Thor in front of them wearing his armor and red cape.

“What’s happening here?” He boomed, looking around as if he hasn’t just vandalized their home again.

“You’re such a Gryffindor!” You cried, still delirious with joy and hugged Thor who had till now never met you. “I need to shave my whole body!” And saying this you ran away leaving the men staring at your back.

“Who’s that? And what’s a Gryffindor?” Thor asked, sitting at the kitchen table, and stretching his legs. He spotted the muffins and picked one up, taking a huge chunk out. It was blue from within. Both Loki and Stephen turned to look at a red-faced Wong who was cursing in Sanskrit.

“Looks like Banner was right. I owe him 10 bucks”, Stephen laughed.

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ice-assiest · 4 years

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wing-ferret (korra x reader) pt. 1 of 2

hello hello! ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

Authors note: this is my first korra x reader and I plan to do many more because currently she is the love of my life. But also I’ll do like any character from lok so let me know!! i would love requests and would try to do as many as I can that will fit into my schedule at uni. anyways this is the first part out of two! the second part might get a little steamy heh heh heh.

Pairing: Korra x Reader

Warnings: none for part one

✧ Childhood best friend typa deal (but it shall evolve muhahaha)

“Naga, what am I going to do?” You asked helplessly, looking deep into her polar bear dog eyes for any semblance of guidance or wisdom. Instead you saw a profound blackness that seemed devoid of thought. As she gave you a happy lick on the cheek you sighed and gave her a pat, moving on to the next confidant you had chosen.

“Okay. No help from you today. How about you Oogi?”

Oogi gave you the very telling response of the slow blink of his eyes.

“Very insightful Oogi, but not exactly what I need.” You now turned to the fire ferret, hoping the look in your eyes would indicate your need of a companion. “Pabu, please! Give me anything. Our other friends don’t want to listen today.” His ears perked up in attention as he shuffled his way over before taking a seat in front of you.

“I knew you would help!” You exclaimed, giving him soft scratch behind his ear. “Here’s the issue,” You began, taking a seat in front of him. “You know Korra? She’s the avatar, it’s kind of a big deal. Anyways. She’s leaving soon and if she leaves now I might never get the chance to tell her again!”

While your statement was a bit dramatic, it did hold a semblance of truth. You were one of the new air benders, and a pretty good one at that. After a long and arduous station in a recovering Earth kingdom city you had returned to Air Temple Island for a bit. You returned to Air Temple Island at an opportune time it seemed given that the Avatar and her friends were all gathering.

“Now why is that a problem you might ask, and what do you have to tell her you also might ask.” You said, getting up to pace around the fire ferret. “One, I think she’s really amazing.” At your words Pabu seemed to nod. “Two, uh.” You started, although your face began to grow hot. “I’ve known her a long time, we basically grew up together. It took me a while to realize it but whenever I was around her things felt different.”

Your father was one of the men Tenzin had entrusted to keep Korra safe as she mastered the elements, and he was quite proud of it. You were one of the only friends Korra had growing up besides Naga, and despite annoying you occasionally she was still your favorite of them all.

You remembered sparring with her the most, you were a non-bender at the time and prided yourself in being able to keep up with the avatar in combat. You always begged her not to go easy on you and for the most part she didn’t, she wasn’t that type of person. She was the type of person to get hyper-invested in the penguin sledding race you were having and either become extremely giddy when she won or excessively annoyed and challenge you again when she lost, and you loved that.

There’s that word again, love. You gulped as you looked towards Pabu with soft eyes. “When she left the Southern Water Tribe it hurt. A lot. That’s not her fault, it would have hurt anyways and it was best for her to leave. I just can’t help but wonder what would have happened if I had went with her.”

The day that Korra passed her fire bending exam and was permitted to begin training in air bending was momentous for the both of you.

“(Y/N)! I get to start my air bending training! Tenzin’s coming today.” She exclaimed as she slammed the door open to your uncle’s steamed dumpling shop. The power of her slam and the door against the wall caused the dumplings to fly right off of the old man in the shop’s plate.

“Oh. Sorry about that.” She said as she awkwardly scratched the back of her head and gave her signature avatar slanted smile.

“You’re the Avatar!” He said in surprise, only slightly disappointed by the lack of dumplings in front of him.

“Congratulations!” You ran towards her from behind the counter engulfing her in a big hug. She hugged back passionately, gripping you as tightly as she could. You began to get lost in her presence, her scent, the feeling of her frame against yours. Blush began to spread across your face as you felt her firm muscles against you, but also the softness of her chest.

You both pulled back slightly, looking each other in the eyes. Your heart felt as if it were going to burst out of your chest and you wondered if she felt it too. There was something so sweet about her face, about the way she looked at you with her blue eyes. It made your chest feel tight.

“How did you even get here? You shouldn’t be sneaking out so much!” You whispered with a smile, your love struck eyes still holding her gaze.

Despite your words you knew fairly well that she could handle the guards as you thought back to the time she had gotten in trouble for fighting a group of them – and winning might you add – although she would never tell you why.

“Don’t worry about that.” She said, pausing before looking you over. Embarrassed you averted your gaze to look downwards. “You’re my best friend. I love you, you know that right? I always will.”

There it went. You were pretty sure you watched your heart soar out of your chest and into the heavens. Instead of responding you just hugged her harder, nuzzling yourself in the crook of her neck.

I could stay here forever. You thought to yourself, although it seemed fate had other plans

“Uh. Not to interrupt, but could I get the check?” The old man asked as he looked at the two of you with questioning eyes.

“Yes, yes. Of course, I’m sorry! I’ll throw some extra dumplings in for the road.”

After that day, well she was pretty much gone. You desperately wanted to go with her but you had responsibilities in the water tribe. She had them elsewhere, it pained you but it seemed like fate just didn’t want the two of you together. You saw her once a year later while visiting your aunt in Republic City, before her battle against Vaatu. She was with someone who was seemingly her boyfriend and a very pretty woman who appeared to be her friend.

In that moment your heart froze wondering what to do. You hadn’t spoken to her in so long and didn’t want to intrude but at the same time the Korra that you knew would have been happy if you did.

The fire nation boy leaned closer to her and grabbed her hand as they walked. You looked at Korra and the two people surrounding her, they were definitely cooler than you. Your heart fell as you watched them at the table across from you and your aunt in the park, they seemed to be getting ready to go.

Maybe she’d be embarrassed to see me with her new friends. You thought, still contemplating whether you were going to say something. Then she looked up, Korra had locked eyes with you. The same warm eyes that looked at you as she told you she loved you, although now she was looking at you with confusion splayed across her face.

Her friends were already up and about to leave. When she noticed you were looking back she quickly got up to join them as well, her boyfriend giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. You saw her mouth move to tell him something and then both their eyes were on you again while attempting to be indiscreet. Keyword being attempted. You noticed and it haunted you for the longest time, maybe she really was embarrassed to see you in public.

“Anyways, the next time I saw her was here. I haven’t said anything yet and I don’t think she’s seen me but I need to air my grievances Pabu.” The ferret moved to nuzzle up besides you and you thanked him by petting him softly. “Also, I think the biggest problem is. I still have feeling for her.”

“You like Korra!?” You jumped in surprise, looking at Pabu with your mouth agape before realizing it was not the fire ferret that spoke but instead a wide-eyed earth bender. Gasping you stumbled backwards as you instinctively air bended at Bolin. His eyes widened as the gust of air had thrust him backwards causing him to land on his behind. Feeling bad you rushed over, inspecting him as he rubbed the back of his head.

“You shouldn’t spy on people like that!”

“(Y/N)! No, no, no, no! It wasn’t anything like that I swear! I was just looking for Pabu and then I heard you speaking and-” He prattled on. You looked at him and sighed knowing he wouldn’t be the type of person to do something like that. The two of you had gotten to know each other very well when your paths had collided in the Earth Kingdom.

“Just don’t tell anyone, okay?” You asked hesitantly, scanning the man who now held a deep deep secret of yours.

“Don’t worry (Y/N), my lips are sealed.” He said as he made a motion of zipping up his mouth with his hands. For some reason you didn’t fully trust him. “Some call me Bolin, the master of keeping secrets.” He continued.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it, just please Bolin promise me.” His eyes softened as he heard your voice waver.

“I promise. Plus, this might be the best accident to ever happen to you.” Your eyebrows shot up at his response.

“How so?”

“Because you now have the best wing-man and wing-ferret on your case, and I’ve got a plan.”

You watched as Bolin smiled excitedly, ready to tell you his plan. You knew it might not be the wisest to go with it but as you thought of Korra you sighed. What other option did you have?

“Okay. I’m in.”

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@wrightfamilyweek Day 2 - Investigation/Hijinks

In which an anniversary is coming up, so Trucy makes some plans.

You can also find this on AO3 right here :)

“Have fun at work, Daddy!”

Trucy runs up to Daddy and hugs him around the stomach. He kisses the top of his head.

“Mmhm, I expect your homework to be done and you to be in bed by the time I get home, alright? No exceptions!"

“Of course!”

“And no trips to Germany, alright? I’m sure you can hold off for another few months.” Daddy teases. Trucy sticks his tongue out at him and he ruffles her hair before going out the door. In a few months, she is going to actually get to go with Daddy on one of his trips to see Miles, a reconnection between the two of them since Trucy's own little trip a year ago.

As the door closes, Trucy runs over to the window and waits until she sees Daddy riding down the street on his bike, officially out of the building. Her homework is already done, most of it finished during class time and the rest of it finished up during recess and on her way home from school. Walking while writing had made her numbers come out a little odd, but it didn’t matter, because now she had hours and hours of time to work.

She stops by the fridge, staring up at the calendar. It’s four weeks away from the date circled in red, and two weeks from the date that sits ominously empty. It’s plenty of time, though.

Trucy makes a lap around the office, double-checking that the windows are locked just like Daddy does every time before leaving. Everything seems safe and sound, so she grabs her backpack and leaves, making sure she has the spare key and locking the door behind her. Daddy won’t be home until late, but she’s still going to make care to be home with plenty of time to spare. The meer idea of putting him through the same fear of last year sits in her chest like a promise.

It’s a few bus-stops to get to Gummy and Maggey’s house. They’re both out at the moment, so Trucy finds the spare key in the fake rock and lets herself in. She’s spent a lot of time over here by now, and the couple has spent alot of time over at the office, the big and towering man she’d met at the airport transforming into a familiar and lovable family friend.

She skips over to the closet, pulling out the supplies stuck in there. Streamers and confetti, magic wands and fake flowers, tumbling out from where Gummy had helped her shove them in last time. She looks down at the supplies and begins organizing it into the different acts that they’re associated with. There’s a lot of pieces, a lot to get over to the Wonder Bar eventually. Keeping so much of it over here makes it harder to practice back at home, but that’s kind of the point, even if it’s really annoying.

Gummy and Maggie came home after an hour, setting their things down and chatting about their day while Gummy starts dinner. The smell fills the house, warm and comforting. Trucy likes the Gumshoe house. It’s not too big, but not too small either. Gummy and Maggey used to clean it up before she came over, but they’ve stopped making that special little change for her, and so she gets to see it all lived in, a sock strewn here, a few dishes left out, pillows lying wherever they were last placed. Small things that make the place not a house but a home. She’s never had a home like this one, and oh there are sometimes where she’ll be lying on the couch and imagine what it would be like to stay here.

She knows she could.

Daddy has made it clear that if she ever felt dissatisfied with the cramped office, with him, all she has to do was say something. Gummy and Maggey have mentioned, before, that they’d be willing to take her in if anything ever happened to Daddy. Gummy had laughed about all the sorts of injuries Daddy tended to accrue, recounting a story about Daddy getting amnesia before a case - Trucy knew that one, she’d read it a bit ago.

Trucy doesn’t want to leave the cramped little office.

After dinner, Trucy uses Gummy’s phone. Gummy and Maggey know how to set up her stuff for a performance by now - they’ve already agreed to be her stage crew for the performance. While they’re doing that, Trucy calls up Aunty Maya.

“How’s my favorite magician doing?” Maya answers, and Trucy can hear the smile in her voice.

“Working on her next trick.” Trucy replies. Maya makes a humming sound.

“Well, things are going well on our end over here. Are you sure about the color? You don’t want to go darker?” Maya asked.

“Nope! It’s, well, there’s a reason for the shade.” Trucy says. She can hear Maya hum in understanding over the receiver.

“Well, I’m almost finished with it, although I’ll probably come up soon just to make sure everything is right. Pearly says hi, by the way.”

“Oh! Is she there?! Is she there?! Hi Pearls!” Trucy shouts over the phone and gets a distant and soft ‘hi Trucy!’.

“When I come down I’ll bring Pearly with me, don’t worry. If I didn’t,she might just run the whole way over there anyway!” Maya laughs and Trucy laughs along.

“If everything’s working out, then I’m gonna have to go. I need to make sure the rest of the show is ready to go!” Trucy says.

“Alright, alright, just say you’re afraid I’m going to start prattling on about the new season of Rubber Samurai. But you know there-”

“Love you Aunty Maya bye!” Trucy hits the end call button still chuckling to herself. She hopes that Aunty Maya makes true on her promise to come back down and to bring Pearls before the big day, but if she doesn’t then Trucy guesses she can wait that long, even if it’ll be agonizing.

She stares at the next number for a long long while before finally hitting the call button.

The phone rings once, twice, three times before he picks up.

“Gumshoe, this had better be fucking import-”

“Hi, Miles!” Trucy chirps. There’s silence on the other end.

“... who is this?” Miles grumbles.

“Trucy Wright!”

“Trucy?!” Miles sounds a little more awake now.

“Yup!”

“Ms. Trucy… why are you calling me at… three in the morning?” Miles groans.

“Th… three in the… OH!” Trucy gasps, feeling her face flush in embarrassment. She’d completely forgotten to take into account time differences. “Oh my god, Miles, I’m so sorry, it’s pretty late here and-”

“It’s, it’s fine Ms. Trucy. Just tell me what you were calling about… from Gumshoe’s phone? Is your father alright?” Worry creeps into Miles voice.

“Oh, yes, Daddy’s fine! Daddy’s just at work right now, and I went over to Gummy and Maggey’s! We had spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, and then we’re gonna play a card game, and then Gummy is gonna drive me back to the office ‘cause it’s all dark now!” Trucy says.

“Ms. Trucy, I don’t mean to sound rude, but again, it is three a.m. here…” Miles sighs.

“Right! Right, um… Mr. Edgeworth, do you think you could help me with a little something.”

“I’m going to need a bit more information than that.”

Trucy rattles off her little plan into the phone. Miles stays silent for the entire explanation, only grunting here and there to assure her that he is still awake and listening on the other end.

“... this is very short notice.” Miles says.

“Oh,” Says Trucy, looking down at her feet, “Well, that’s okay, I’m sure together, the rest of us-”

“I never said I wouldn’t do it, just that next time you’re planning something like This, please, tell me about it a little more ahead of time.”

“Okay! Yeah! Next time! And this time… you can do it?” She double checks.

��Yes, you can count on me, Ms. Trucy.”

“Thank you! Um, I’ll let you get back to sleep, thank you!”

Trucy skips back into the kitchen, where Gummy and Maggey have set up a board game. She still has her show to practice a bit more, and even now thinking about it she’s a little nervous, but she’s found she’s more excited. It’s coming together.

oOo

“Please, Daddy, please, come and see my show tonight? Pleaseeeee?”

Phoenix lets out a long sigh. Trucy is bouncing around in excitement in front of him. She’s already done her stage makeup, and he’d helped her put little weaving braids into her hair. Most of it will be covered up by her hat, but there are usually moments during the performance where the hat comes off, and so she needs to look amazing no matter what’s going on. Phoenix is fine to help her with this, but on today of all days, all he wants to do is sit in his office, read through old case files, and mourn what he has lost.

He was disbarred two years ago. That both feels like too much and not enough time. For the most part, he likes to think that he’s been coping with it well. He’s been working, and raising Trucy, and he’s had some other little things in the works, but on today of all days, it’s so hard to focus and not feel the ache of what was taken from him, of what he’s lost, of those who have come to his door in the past couple years looking for help and having to be turned away.

“Trucy, baby,” Phoenix starts, trying to let her down easy, but Trucy stomps her foot.

“No, Daddy, please, just, just come? To the show? Please?” She begs.

She’s been 'off' all week, too quiet and then too talkative in bursts that serve to confuse Phoenix. Now, there’s something almost akin to fear in her eyes, and it tugs at Phoenix’s heartstrings.

“Alright, sweetie, let me just,” He looks down at himself, still in sweatpants and a hoodie. He’d meant to get dressed today, but even now he’s struggling to find the energy to get into something better, and eventually he just says lamely, “Put some shoes on.”

He gets a pair of beat-up sneakers on and walks outside with Trucy, who is still vibrating with energy. He considers for a moment that perhaps he should buy a new pair of shoes, but then he sees Trucy’s cape, starting to look thread-bare in places and sitting so much shorter on her than it did two years ago. It used to fall to cover her almost completely in a mysterious sort of way, but now you can see her entire hands. Trucy has told him before it’d be fine, her cape had been too long anyway, but maybe he should start to consider how to get her something new and nice. Things for himself could be put off as long as they needed to be.

The ride down to the Wonder Bar is quiet between them, Trucy sitting on his handlebars with careful balance. The first five times they did it, Phoenix had been worried about her falling off or something, but now it was routine if they had anywhere they both had to be and didn’t have the time to puzzle through bus schedules or the budget for a taxi.

Phoenix recognizes some of the people in the Wonder Bar, and Mr. Wunderbar himself comes over and greets.

“Ah, Ms. Wright, so glad to see you! Your assistants are already backstage.” Mr. Wunderbar says. Phoenix’s brow furrows.

“Assistants? You mean the your staff?” Phoenix asks.

“Alright thanks Mr. Wunderbar Daddy find a seat love you bye!” Trucy says in one breath and runs over to the stage.

“This way, Mr. Wright. Trucy asked that we have a table upfront reserved just for you.” Mr. Wunderbar leads the way to one of the tables close to the stage, which does indeed have a a ‘Reserved’ marker on it. Phoenix feels suddenly self conscious in his outfit. He’d been planning to sit in the back, where nobody could see him, and he feels like everybody in the bar, waiting for Trucy to perform, are staring at him.

Mr. Wunderbar took his order and then slipped away. Phoenix drumms his fingers on the table, a cowardice sweeping through him with such force that he almost gets up and walks away. Something odd is going on, and it's making him even more nervous.

“Oh good, Trucy was really worried you wouldn’t show up.”

Phoenix jumps at the familiar voice, and spins around to see Maya and Pearls.

“Wh- hey, what are you two doing here?!” Phoenix jumps up and hugs both of them, “And especially what’s Pearls doing in here?”

“Mr. Wunderbar says that so long as nobody at our table orders drinks, he’ll allow it this once.” Maya says, sitting down, and Pearls sits on the other side of Phoenix, sandwiching him between the Fey’s.

“But why are you two-”

“Now Nick, do you really think we’d let you spend today on your own to mope?” Maya sets her hands on her hips. Phoenix looks away. He doesn’t point out that they didn’t last year, because it’s not their responsibility to look after him. Maya has her own life she’s living. She had texted and called him, though, regularly, throughout the day, at random intervals. She threatened that if he didn’t pick up any of the times, she’d be coming over right way, “I’ll admit, though, clearly we came mostly to see Trucy perform. Right Pearls?”

“Yeah! She’s so amazing, Mr. Nick! And we also had to bring the-” Pearls starts to say, but Maya puts a finger to her lips and shushes Pearls, who’s mouth slams shut.

“... alright, enough of this, what’s going on?” Phoenix asks more plainly.

“So she still hasn’t seen fit to tell you yet?”

And then, slipping into the fourth seat at the table, is Miles. Miles, in California, in the flesh, in the Wonderbar.

“M-Miles! What are you doing here?”

“Your daughter had a simple request, and I obliged.” Miles sniffs, “You look,” Miles regards Phoenix and Phoenix looks away, wishing he’d brought something to cover his head as well, “Alright, all things considered.” He ends.

“No need to sugar coat it, Miles.” Phoenix laughs bitterly.

“I’m not. You seem to forget you’re not the only one who has gone through some trying times.”

Before Phoenix can formulate anything to say to that, the lights in the bar dim. The curtain lifts, but there’s a sheet behind it, so that all once can see of Trucy is her silhouette.

“Now introducing… Trucy Gramraye!” The announcer booms, and there’s some applause, even though nothing’s happened yet, Trucy still not seen.

“There are times that we, in life, come to a crossroads,” Trucy’s voice booms through the speakers over a mystical sounding soundtrack, “ Where we our lives take sudden changes.”

Oh, Phoenix thinks, heart plummeting to the bottom of his stomach, a theory forming in his mind, She wanted me here for her Last Show. Did something happen that made her want to stop being a magician? He’s tried to be supportive, even though he’s had some trouble keeping track of the supplies she needs, and how to help her out, with her teaching him far more than he can possibly teach her about this stuff. He’s offered to get in touch with Max Galactica, but Trucy had made it plain her opinion of that magician.

“Sometimes, you need to say things. And sometimes actions - and appreances - speak louder than words.”

Phoenix almost wants to stand up, to shout at her that no, he doesn’t want her to give up her magic just because she thinks it’s going to make him happy, but he’s frozen in his seat as the sheet of paper hiding his daughter from view is torn through and fog comes rolling out… but she’s not there.

In a puff of smoke, Trucy appears on top of his table. She winks down at him, the spot light finding her.

Her red hat and cape and bag are all gone, replaced by pale blue versions. New, lovingly crafted, and Trucy puts her hands above her head in a pose.

“I am Trucy Gramarye, but your little witch in red is now a magician in blue. Sorry if I startled anybody by coming… out of the blue like that?” Trucy says. She smiles, twirls around, and in another puff of smoke she’s gone. The room goes dark.

The spotlight finds her back on the stage, still in the strange blue uniform.

“Wh-what- when did she-”

“You know, in Kurain, we have to make all our own clothes.” Maya says with a mischievous little smirk.

“You mean you-”

“She wanted to put together something to make sure you weren’t too sad today.” Maya explains, smiling.

Phoenix does his best not to cry so that he doesn’t miss any bit of the show.

When it’s done, Mr. Wunderbar brings over another chair and Trucy sits with them. Phoenix spends the evening surrounded by his friends, by his family, and staring at Trucy’s new outfit. Blue, just like his old suit, he thinks.

“Do you like it?” She asks, surprisingly shyly, right before bed. Phoenix grins, picks her up, and twirls her around.

“You look amazing sweetie. You know, you didn’t have to go through all that just for me.”

“I didn’t do it just for you.” Trucy defends, “I did it because I wanted to! And because I love you!”

“I love you too Truce.”

Tomorrow morning, reality will set in again. He’ll have work, and maybe all the grief he was able to put off today will make a forceful comeback, but tonight he knows he’s loved, and that Trucy wants to be a part of his world, wants to be a part of his broken little family, and maybe that’s all that really matters in the end.

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