#hell even dion used to have others like him around

[leonisloresmith]

Just finished reading through your explanation of stars and I'm already hooked by what you've got so far. I understand what you were saying regarding the lifespan thing; not to fuel the fire, but have you thought about how that conversation goes between Sasha and Milla? How does Milla react to finding out what Sasha is? By all means feel free to ignore these questions if they're spoiling anything or you just haven't gotten to that point.

Honestly, it’s not really much of a conversation. They sort of tackle the issue by…sort of just agreeing not to let it worry them? There’s not much to do about the whole thing, nothing they can change. They’ve known each other for over a decade by the time this bombshell gets dropped, this isn’t going to be the thing that causes any fights between them. They know each other too well.

Eventually, when Milla is very old and Sasha is… not, he’ll try to bring it up again. She’ll reassure him, hold his hand and all that. Just one last time.

Anyway! How does Milla react to Sasha being a star? She actually takes it better than he does, funny enough. Sure, there’s panic and worry, but she’s afraid for Sasha most of all. His situation is a lot like Helmut’s at the end of the game, except there’s no body to return him to (unless he turns back). Though, she is happy she has an excuse to hold him in public now.

The whole thing probably would’ve gone smoother if there were any stars Sasha could’ve met to get advice. Unfortunately, adult stars usually aren’t good for conversation, and the last nearby infant star may or may not have been the ancestor that put Sasha in this mess in the first place.

#psychonauts au #you’ll see me be vague about if a relationship is romantic or not a lot #for these two it very much leans romantic #the important part is the dedication #they looked at each other and went “this is the person I dedicate my life to #they’ll hold that promise for forever #however long that forever may be #but yeah let’s just say that Sasha may or may not get jealous of other characters at times #he’s the only star around unless the sun decides to be social again #hell even dion used to have others like him around

[mignonricciardo]

holidaze | mv33

i am being delusional and manifesting an alternate world where max is not with kelly... ANYWHO please enjoy holiday max bc carefree maxie is my favorite and this is an entirely self-indulgent fic to play on that

summary: after one night in the club, max has some ideas on the yacht. family vacation? that won't stop him. (4.3k words) warnings: p in v, straight smut, unprotected sex, some plot, mention of max as brother's best friend, cursing, hook position and potential mating press (oops)

With waves of the Adriatic Sea lapping against the yacht, I’ve never been more grateful for my parents’ friendships to influence my own growing up. As a kid, my mum would take my brother and I to races where my dad worked and Max’s dad raced. Max and my brother raced karts together, traveling constantly back and forth between Belgium and the Netherlands, and I tagged along as much as I could with Victoria. The family had long been close friends with our mothers being best friends, and even as life threw constant change at us, we always managed to stay close. Even now, after 25 years, I lay sprawled out on the plush benches on the bow of Max’s yacht soaking up the Croatian sun. Max’s yacht has always been one of my favorite places, and invites to the floating dollar sign picked up after his most recent break up. 

Beyond the confines of the yacht, Max and my brother Dion zip around on jet skis. I can hear their laughing and hollering as they send water flying at each other as they race. Despite Max’s successful racing career and Dion’s pivot into finance, they were still competitive over who was quicker at everything. Hanna, Dion’s fiance and my soon-to-be-sister-in-law, sighs as the pair of boys are particularly loud as they zip by. 

“You’ve got to learn to tune them out,” Victoria, Max’s sister, grins from her spot on the bow. “It becomes a lot easier once you do.”

“You've both got it figured out,” she says, sitting up from her spot tanning. 

I turn to her, lowering my sunglasses just enough, “We have years of practice. You’ll get there.”

“I’ll need to,” she smirks, wiggling her brows. “At this rate, it looks like Max will be around even more.”

I groan loudly, throwing an arm over my face so Victoria can’t see the blush lighting up my cheeks. Hanna laughs as Victoria looks at both of us with a confused expression.

“Alright, what the hell did I miss?” 

She’s fully seated now, and any intentions of her dropping the conversation are gone along with my hopes of continuing my tan in peace. I drop my arm away from my face, craning my neck to look at her before Hanna can get any of her conspiracies out.

“As you know, we went to some clubs the other night. Hanna here thinks Max and I were a little close for being family friends, but we were both drunk. That was literally it.”

Hanna gasps, flying up from her seat, “It was more than that! Victoria, you should have seen it. Max could not stop staring at her ass, and she was totally checking him out all night. Her arm was looped through his anytime we walked to another club, and he was constantly helping her up from seats with hands on the waist. Dion and I felt like we were interrupting something, and we’re the engaged ones.”

“Finally!” Victoria cheers, causing my jaw to drop and Hanna to bust into laughter. “You’ve only been thirsting after him for years. It’s foul because that’s my brother, but you can finally act out whatever perverted fantasies you’ve had since we were teenagers.”

“Why am I just finding this out?” Hanna calls.

“Oh, there are years of history here. Just wait until I-”

“Hi! It’s my life, so can we please stop here?!” I snap at the two women who just snicker at me. 

Victoria lets a moment of silence pass before turning to me, “Can I at least find out what I missed the other night?”

I pinch my brows but eventually nod, giving Hanna the go ahead to tell the entire story to Victoria. She starts with her typical theatrics, using her hands and animated expressions as she talks about the club. 

“... Next thing you know, Dion and I are looking for them to let them know we’re good to go whenever they want to leave, and we can’t find them anywhere. After making our way around the bar, Dion sees them and nearly keels over. They’re on the dance floor, and she’s fully shaking ass on a more than happy Max.”

“Hanna, gross, that’s my brother,” Victoria cringes at the image Hanna is painting. 

She continues nonetheless, “I mean, it was filthy. Dion’s head nearly explodes, but I stop him from storming over there with the reminder that they’re both adults and both so drunk they had no clue what they were doing. To avoid an incident, I go over to tell them we’re ready to go while Dion tries to look anywhere else. Thankfully, the two of them lose some of the haze and sober up and follow us out. No one said a word in the cab back to the villa.”

My cheeks are bright red at the hazy memory, remembering how I melted into his touch and the weight of his hands on my hips. The feeling of my ass pressed against him still crept up when I least expected it in the days since the incident, so I’ve been doing my best to avoid Max. Victoria looks at me, jaw agape and eyes knowing.

“It didn’t stop there, did it?” she says, and Hanna turns to me with eyes wide. 

“What?!”

I pinch my brows, muttering quietly and avoiding the gazes of both women, “Yes and no. He came to my room at the villa while you and Dion were in the shower. I was drunk, so nothing happened, but he stayed the night.”

The two women have abandoned any sense of our previous sunbathing, with sunglasses discarded and sitting at full attention now as I reveal the end of the night. The two chatter to one another, gossiping about Max and I right in front of me. Once they;ve said anything there is to say, they turn back to me with expectant ears.

“Promise me you won’t say anything and you’ll drop it?” I ask with a defeated sigh. 

“Fine,” Hanna says, settling back into the lounger.

Victoria echoes her sentiment, “Since it’s my brother, I’m disgusted, but I do approve, babe. You’re good for each other, even if it's just sex.”

My cheeks burn from more than the sun, no matter how much time has passed since the conversation with the girls ended. Rehashing the incident causes all of the fragmented memories to resurface, and I can’t shake the memory of his hands on my waist or the unshared detail of his lips on my neck. The sun feels a few degrees too hot, and my skin is itching with heat. I try to ignore it and mimic the zen of Hanna and Victoria, but I cave and secure the bikini straps over my shoulders before diving into the blue water. It’s refreshing — the cool waves lapping against my skin and evaporating the prickling heat. When I resurface, pushing wet hair back over my shoulders, I bob in the wake of Max who zips by on a jet ski. He kills the engine, grinning at me as he quirks his eyebrows.

“Want some company?”

I try desperately not to stare, a weak attempt at ignoring the water dripping down his neck from his hair or hands wrapped tightly around the handles of the jet ski. His biceps flex ever so subtly as he leans forward on the handle bars, and he smiles softly as he catches me staring. I run my hands over my hair, pushing the soaking strands back from my face. I grin as he watches my movements, eyes dipping to the water hitting right at my shoulders. 

“Are you trying to get us in more trouble?”

He laughs, eyes squinting, “I’m just trying to swim with one of my lifelong friends. Or take her for a ride on the jet ski.”

I stare at him for a moment, running my hands over my hair to push the wet strands back from my face. All it takes from Max is a quirk of his eyebrow and hint of a grin, and I give in to his request. 

“Got a life vest for me?” I ask, taking his outstretched hand as I hoist myself on to the lip of the jet ski.

I can feel Max’s eyes on my ass as I haul my legs up onto the lip, hand gripping his knee as I rise precariously. The jet ski bobs in the water at the unbalanced movement, and Max’s hands steady my waist as I pitch forward. I dangle over the blue sea briefly, acutely aware of his hands on me keeping me from tumbling over. When it feels steady enough, I throw a leg over the seat, sliding in toward Max. 

He looks over his shoulder at me, “You’ve got to hang on, liefje. I don’t bite.”

I roll my eyes, sliding my arms around his waist as the velcro of the life vest presses into my forearms, “Do you want Dion to kill us?”

“He’d have my head if I let you fly off the jet ski, so we’re in trouble either way, aren’t we?”

“Hanna told Victoria about the club,” I admit to him, unable to keep from telling him as he slowly steers us toward the yacht. “I told them you stayed the night, but that nothing happened.”

“But that’s not entirely true, is it?” he says, and I just stare at the back of his head as he comes to a stall near the yacht. 

He grabs my hand again, steadying me as I step onto the yacht to grab a life vest of my own. He watches me secure it across my chest, and I catch his eyes firmly planted on my chest being squeezed by the neoprene. I roll my eyes at him, muttering how he’s lucky Dion can’t see us, and he grins as he helps me back onto the jet ski. My arms wrap around his waist again, fingers brushing the exposed skin of his stomach, and he inhales sharply at the contact. 

“You alright there?” I grin, my index finger doing another pass over his skin. 

He breathes in again, “Hold on, liefje. I’d hate to have to dive in after you.”

“In your dreams,” I start, turning into squealing laughter as Max sends us flying away from the yacht. 

My arms tighten around him, squeezing around his waist as my hips slip toward him on the soaked seat. My knees hug the outside of his thighs as we zip through the water, and my skin slides against his as the waves jostle us. My chest presses to his back, and I can’t help but become hyper aware of the lack of space between us and the warmth spreading through my limbs. Once he’s had his go at showing off, he slows the jet ski to a steady pace thats farther from the yacht. One of his hands releases his grip on the handle bars, resting over mine wrapped tightly around his waist. 

He laughs airily as his fingers rest on mine, “If you wanted to touch me like this, all you had to do was ask, liefje. You’ve got a death grip.”

A surge of confidence flows through my veins at the rasp in his voice, “Touch you like what, Max?”

My hand not covered by his runs across the elastic at the top of his shorts, skimming across skin and through the scattering of hair around his navel. I smirk as his breath catches and stomach clenched at my touch. 

I lean toward his ear, “Touch you like this?”

He takes a steadying breath, voice raspy as he speaks, “Please, don’t start something we can’t finish. It’s not your fault, but I can’t take it again.”

“That was nice of you, Maxie,” I say sweetly, leaning my chin on his shoulder. “Saying no because I was drunk even though I was begging for you.”

“It was the right thing,” he shrugs gently, breathing in sharply as my index finger continues its slow journey across his skin. “You were nearly impossible, though. Begging to suck me off like a good girl.”

“And if I still want to?” I hum, stopping my hands. 

“Then we need to figure out a way to be discreet,” he answers, craning his neck to look at me over his shoulder. “They’re probably wondering where we’ve gone now, and I don’t need your brother mad at me again in regard to you.”

“Then, let me drive,” I say to him, taking in his side profile beneath the beating sun. “We’ll say you were teaching me. Discreet, right?”

Surprisingly, it doesn’t take much convincing for Max to agree to letting me pilot the Red Bull branded jet ski. I reluctantly let go of his waist, fingers falling away from his waistband, and I notice his breath return to normal when I do. Max throws his arm out again, gripping my hand tightly to help me balance as I shimmy along the lip of the jet ski and over him to switch spots. He slides in behind me when I settle in front of the handlebars, and I notice the gap of space he leaves on purpose between us. His knees press against the outside of my thighs, and his arms wrap over mine to touch the handles. He does a crash course on piloting the jet ski, and while I pay some attention, I’m more focused on his voice in my ear and the closing gap between us. 

“You want to give it a go?” he asks, hands dropping from mine to settle at my waist instead. I nod, and he continues, “Ease onto the throttle, and hold tight to the handles.”

I follow his instructions, sending us gliding across the water in a crawl much slower than Max’s turn. As our speed picks up some, I let out a laugh as the waves batter against the hull of the jet ski. Max’s chest bumps into my back with the force of the waves, and his hips slide closer to mine. I feel him bump into my ass, and his breath hitches as it does. To test my theory, I arch my back ever so slightly, smirking when his hands tighten on my hips enough to leave soft bruises in their wake. He’s straining against his board shorts, nestled against my ass with every bump from the waves, and he groans when I look at him over my shoulder. 

“You’re such a tease,” his voice is strained. “You’re going to get us into trouble.”

“Us or you?” I hum, arching my back again as he sucks in air through his teeth. “I can control myself, Maxie.”

One of his hands slides to my inner thigh, fingers ghosting across the skin and skimming the seam of my red swimsuit bottoms. I gasp as he grins, white knuckling the handlebars, and the nickname I’ve used for him hangs heavy in the air. He leans forward, fingers stilling but resting heavy on my skin, and mutters lowly, “Do I need to remind you how you were begging?”

I arch my back into him, feeling his hardness press into me and his hand press into my leg, “Do I need to again?”

His fingers climb my inner thigh, rubbing circles across the supple skin, and I slump back into him at the sensation. Hands ease off the handlebars as the jet ski comes to a stall. Max’s laugh is quiet in my ear, his breath fanning across my neck, “It sounds like you don’t need any convincing.”

“Max,” I gasp, his fingers setting fire across my skin in their wake. “Max, please. I don’t care that they’re all here. I’ll make up an excuse.”

“Liefje, you and I both know it’s not a good idea,” he whispers quietly, fingers continuing their slow crawl on my skin. “No matter how bad I want to.”

“What happened to no teasing?” my chest heaves, fingers wrapping around his wrist. 

The waves lap against the jet ski, and Max chuckles quietly at my labored breathing. I arch my back again, pressing myself against Max, and he curses quietly at the pressure. One of his hands slides around my thigh, gripping the skin firmly as I gasp.

“You really want to do this now?” his voice is rough in my ear, clawing for any sense of clarity with my ass pressed against him. I nod my head against his shoulder, fingers gripping at his wrist tightly. He continues against my ear, “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to take us back to the yacht. You’re going to act like you’re going to be sick, and I’m just a helpful friend. If anyone asks later, I was helping you clean up after you got sick, got it?”

I nod my head, “And what is actually going to happen?”

“We find out how good of a listener you are,” he says, and I let out a whine at his words. 

Making it back to the yacht happens in a blur as I’m too consumed with images of what's to come, and lying to them on the bow is easy as Victoria asks where we’re headed. My distracted state helps sell the story, and I stumble into one of the bedrooms on the massive yacht. Max shuts the door behind him, making sure to click the lock on it, before facing me. I stand dumbly near the bed, watching his every move and ripple of his muscle as he takes steadying breaths. When our eyes meet, it’s like telepathy. 

We simultaneously launch at one another, lips clashing in a familiar dance with a ferocious pace. The club had been hazy, distant memories of his hands on my hips and in my hair and his lips on my skin, but this — this is the feeling of my skin being lit from within. His hands are in my hair, tugging at the strands with a force that makes me weak, and my fingers curl into his hair as he walks us toward the bed in the middle of the room. My knees hit the duvet, and we break apart long enough to scramble onto the bed before resuming our desperate dance. 

“Max, please,” I breathe as his lips work down my neck.

My hips press into his as his hands skim down my hips, “So impatient, liefje.”

“Need you to fuck me,” I say, and he groans as I do. 

Max looks up from stomach, his eyes hooded and grin on his face. The image of him between my legs and my hands in his hair nearly causes me to combust, but I could care less about how desperate I look. 

“You’re lucky we don’t have much time,” he answers, fingers reaching behind my back to tug at the bikini strings. 

The red top falls away from me, and Max’s fingers pull the damp material away to expose my chest. His hands palm my breasts, fingers gripping at peaked nipples as I moan into his touch. Desperate pleas fall from my lips at his ministrations, and my nails scrape lightly along his back. 

He groans quietly, lips brushing against my chest as he continues his tortuous touches, “Next time, when we have more time, I want to taste you.”

“Next time?” I grin, turning to a moan as his fingers dip into my swimsuit bottoms.

He nods, humming as he pulls the red bottoms down my legs, “You know there will be a next time, liefje. There’s too many things we want to do.”

I kick the bottoms off my legs in assistance, watching as he tosses them carelessly to the side before his hands tug at the waistband of his board shorts. My hands settle over his, and he slows his movements as he watches my every move. 

“Let me,” I whisper, hands replacing his as I tug slowly at the elastic band. 

He lets me, dropping one of his hands to his side and letting the other settle in my hair. I look up at him, biting back a grin and relishing in the power he holds over me. My fingers tug his board shorts down his thighs, hands stuttering as his cock leaps to attention when the barrier is gone. The board shorts are discarded along with my bikini in record time, and I take a moment to admire him towering over me. Fingers wrap around his shaft, and he watches with a sigh as my lips find him, wrapping around the head slowly before returning to my spot admiring him. 

“You’ll get to, liefje,” he grunts quietly, nudging me back toward the bed. “When we have more time. Right now, fucking you is all I can think about.”

I curse at his words, letting him maneuver me among the pillows as he crawls over top of me. Our lips meet again, swollen lips clashing as his hips press against mine. I moan into the kiss, feeling the weight of him on my body and desperate for me. One of his hands slips between us, finding my clit to rub slow circles while his other hand slides down my leg, gently wrapping around my calf. He lifts my leg, fingers pressing into my calf, and lets it rest against his arm hooked at my hip. With another plea and minimal thought, he hoists my other leg before sliding into me. The press of him against me is mind-altering, causing my eyes to squeeze shut as my nails sink into his shoulders. The moan that falls from my lips as he slides all the way into me should be embarrassing, but I can’t think about anything else but Max.

“I know, babe,” he groans, stilling as he heaves for air. “God, you’re perfect.”

“Max, I-” I start, eyes opening to meet his. “You feel so good.”

“Fuck, we’re doing this again,” he mutters, hands pressing into my hips as he moves slowly. 

My eyes flutter shut at the sensation, another moan as he begins a slow pace into me, “I never want it to end.”

“We never have to,” he answers, sweat beginning to bead at his hairline. 

The pace he picks up is relentless, and the slap of his skin against mine is obscene. I can’t bring myself to care, too focused on the way Max fills me and his hands leave bruises on my skin. He hoists my legs higher to rest on his shoulders, and he hits a spot so deep within me that my eyes screw shit as I let out a pathetic whimper. 

“There you go, baby,” he grunts, keeping his relentless pace. “Let me hear it, doll. I feel it, too.”

“Max, fuck,” I choke, eyes beginning to roll into the back of my head. “I’m going to-”

“I know, liefje,” he groans, voice a rasp in my ear. “I’m nearly there. Tell me where you want me.”

“Want you in me,” I answer, fingers gripping his shoulders tightly as a desperate attempt to keep from spiraling over the edge. “Please.”

“Fuck, I can’t say no to you,” he mutters, hips stuttering at a crushing pace against me. 

I try to tell him — to warn him that I’m too far gone — but I can’t get any words out as the sensation overwhelms me. My eyes screw shut as I slump against the pillows, and Max isn’t far behind as I clench around him. I’m filled with warmth, and in the haze of what we’d just done, I find comfort in his body pressed to mine and our intimate connection. He lingers for a moment as he regains his senses, pulling out gently to which I protest, but he returns with tissues to clean me up as best as he can before reaching for my bathing suit for me. He props my still shaking body up, tying my bikini straps for me and sliding straps up my shoulders. 

“C’mon, up you go,” he whispers, helping to pull my red bottoms up my legs and tugging at the waistband to cover my bruised hips. “There you go, pretty girl.”

He tugs his board shorts on himself, and I watch as he tucks himself into the waistband. Red scratches and indents adorn the milky skin of his back, and my cheeks burn red at the damage I’ve done.

“You’ll need a shirt to go back down, I’m sorry,” I whisper. 

He laughs as he leans forward, kissing my lips gently, “I’ll tell them its from the jet ski if they ask. You got scared when I went too fast, but you were good and took it, didn’t you?”

“Fuck you,” I groan. “How am I supposed to go down there and pretend I didn’t have the best sex of my life?”

He grabs my hand to help pull me up from the mattress, “I’d agree with that statement.”

As we head to the end of the hallway, lingering at the top of the stairs to take us back to the bow, I turn to Max, hand resting on his chest as our eyes meet. We both grin when we meet eyes, and I laugh quietly as he wiggles his eyes.

“The rest of holiday, can we do this?” I ask gently, rubbing gentle circles into his skin.

“More than just holiday,” he answers, caressing my ass as we walk down the steps. I swat at him as we near the steps, but he continues, “Tonight after dinner. My room. We have no schedule.”

I watch as he heads toward Dion, leaving me to go back to the girls. God, I’m screwed.

#formula one imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula one smut #formula 1 smut #max verstappen smut #max verstappen imagine #mv33 #mv1

[rouecentric]

AAAAA okay, so I saw that your requests are open... (this is my first time requesting anything so im a bit nervous)

about your post with the lante x grandkid!reader, IT WAS SO GOOD, and yes, i totally understand the family's shock about lante doting on his grandkid. this is the same man who established that familial love is unnecessary, was it not?

we got lante's perspective of his grandkid... but what about the other family members? will they like the grandkid as well? or will they be indifferent / dislike them?

(this is a bit wordy im sorry ☠️)

how would the agriche family react to grandchild!reader being doted on by lant agriche? / headcanons, death, typical things you'd expect from a fic that's about the agriche family, gn!reader.

THE agriche's reactions are mixed, honestly, and they thought that dion having a child was enough of a shock, so to have grandchild!reader being doted on by the lante agriche would mean that the usual "balance" (or what was left of it) in the family would no doubt be thrown out the window.

there would most likely be more hatred and indifference than adoration when it comes to the grandchild, especially once they start taking on some of lante's traits as well, but some of the only people that i could see liking the grandchild no matter what would honestly be maria and sierra, as they most likely took on the role of a maternal figure in the grandkid's life since their mother died while giving birth.

roxana, as obvious as it is, would most likely resent the reader because of how doting lante is when it comes to them, especially since not only did they automatically gain lante's favor, but they also are the child of dion, her brother's murderer. however, she might open up to the reader and eventually get along with them if the reader doesn't exactly idolize the agriche head because of his actions, hell, she might even use the reader against lante.

jeremy's neutral when it comes to the grandchild, honestly, he probably never personally met the child more than twice on his own volition, since he would rather cling to his half sister than interact with some snotty baby. but there is a chance that he would have more encounters with the grandchild once they're around four to seven years old.

grizelda.. it's hard to say on whether or not she likes the kid, really, but the grandchild would most likely idolize her, and grizelda is at least a bit kinder at first when it comes to the kid, so the two of them would possibly be close, with the grandchild seeking out the older woman's attention or help.

however, charlotte hates you without any doubt. charlotte doesn't like you because of how easily you get lante's favor and attention, causing her to usually harass you without lante usually knowing, but she does bite back her tongue whenever there are other people present, however, she mellows out when she's older, and there's a slight chance for her to apologize! but don't get your hopes up, because she's stubborn as hell.

fontaine despises you, as you were not only lante's favorite in th family, but also because your birth reinforced dion's position on the top three candidates for being the future head of the agriche dukedom. hell, he isn't even above trying to get you killed, since all is fair in this household that didn't have any morals, no?

dion, your father, was indifferent towards you, he didn't really care for your mother, either, since it was an arranged marriage orchestrated by lante himself for his own benefit. sure, he may have taken care of you in his free time, but his emotional baggage and childhood trauma definitely wouldn't have made him a good father, most likely being emotionally neglectful, even if he sometimes doesn't mean to be distant.

#manhwa #manhwa x reader #dion agriche x reader #dion agrece #roxana agriche #roxana agrece #roxana #roxana agriche x reader #jeremy agriche #jeremy agriche x reader #sierra agriche #manhwaxreader #headcannons #twtptflob #platonic x reader #platonic #htpthob #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #how to protect the heroine's older brother #gender neutral reader #child reader #tw death #cw death #platonic manhwa #not proofread

[bellewintersroe]

Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader.

Part 10 wooohooo thank you for all your support I appreciate it massively!!! Don’t worry if this story has slowed down a little it’s going to pick right back up (without any spoilers 😉). Also I’m hating using the use of y/n it’s making me cringe, it’s too late to add a name to this character isn’t it 😭😭

Tension still continues between Daniel and her. Neither of their pain seems to be subsiding, and it’s safe to say Max is becoming semi-aware of their situation…

Warnings: talk of alcohol, mentions of a previous panic attack but nothing graphic, maybe some swearing? The next chapter will be HEAVYYYY, spicy, arguments, angst, crying omfg I am excited to write it so stay tuned 🤫

The first night she’d slept properly was after her panic attack, tiring her to the point of exhaustion as she passed out listening to all the cliche, heartbreak songs, Celine Dion was on the top of her list. The following few nights were hit or miss depending on sleep, luckily, right before Penelope’s 4th birthday party she’d managed to have a good sleep meaning she was pretty much raring to go.

She’d decided there’d be absolutely no tears and awkward interactions between Daniel and her, they’d texted a couple of times when he was checking if she was okay, but that was the extent of it. She couldn’t spend anymore time thinking about the man, nor could he spend any less time thinking about her. She plagued his mind, he felt like he was going absolutely crazy.

Struggling to carry the large bag full of barbies and the dream house she’d bought for the young one, Max ran over in amusement, taking the large present from her grasp. “Hi! Thank you, Max.” She offered him a quick hug. “What have you bought her, a car?!”

“Barbies of course!” “P’s gonna go crazy when she sees this. How are you anyway? Better after the other day?” She laughed out of embarrassment at his question. “I’m completely fine now, sorry I had to run away.” I shook my head. “No it’s fine, as long as you’re okay.” Max wasn’t an idiot, neither was Kelly. Neither was P.

“P was just concerned that’s all.” He patted her back with his free hand as smiled gently. “She’s excited to see you, P!” Max called out. “Look who’s here!”

“I’m excited to see her- oh my god! Is that the birthday girl?!” She fell to her knees at the little one ran into her arms, giddy with her birthday excitement. “Happy birthday, P!” She gave her a squeeze as P jumped back. Daniel watched with a gentle smile, his hand tightening around the grip on his beer bottle as his heart crumbled at the sight.

Meanwhile, she had to yet to see him there. She squealed with excitement, clapping as P did a spin her adorable dress. When she did say her hello’s she was speaking mainly with Kelly and a bunch of women she’d met a handful of times before. She was relieved to see her friends already there, somehow the thought of walking in somewhere was still intimidating to her. Through the whole evening her and Daniel didn’t speak once, they were on the opposite side of the garden all night, she stuck with her friends and he stuck with his. It somehow made Daniel feel more awkward than ever, and he wasn’t sure if it was a conscious effort on her behalf to speak to basically everybody but him. It hurt deep inside of him, it stung at his heart harsher than anything he’d felt before and a weird sickness would fill him every time he thought of how she’d avoided him. Daniel didn’t want it to be like that, if they couldn’t be together then surely they could be as close as they were before?

Daniel would always drive her places, grabbing her smoothies, and they’d always manage to find one another snickering in the most inappropriate moments. She’s sought him out after races where they’d gossip together, giggling at all the influencers there who had no clue what the hell was going on. Daniel never thought he’d miss when they were just friends, but the separation and distance between the pair felt uncomfortably cold. Another person who noticed this was Max. Odd little things had been happening, first y/n runs off crying, then Daniel looks like a sad puppy lingering around. He couldn’t help but recognise how the two didn’t speak, it was insightful, maybe he was looking too hard into it, but to Max it was blatantly obvious they were upset at one another. “You alright?” He approached the Australian man who was just preparing to leave. “Yeah, yeah, had a good time, thanks for the invite man.” Of course Daniel smiled in response.

“Something going on with you and y/n?” Max openly asked, Daniel was stunned, momentarily speechless. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Max blurted out the question quicker than he intended to. “Y/n?” Daniel flinched. “She was just a bit upset the other day, that’s all. I talked to her about it.” He scratched the back of her neck, partly avoiding Max’s question. The Dutchman decided against pressing him on the topic. The slight avoidance of the question struck Max as odd.

“Is she okay?” Daniel went to wince again. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure she is.” Although he wasn’t sure at all. She seemed good today, he was glad, but surely if she was over this whole thing she would’ve spoken to him… maybe he should’ve made the first move? Oh god, his mind was overthinking like crazy, even messier with Max’s straightforwardness. That evening it was Daniel’s turn to listen to pathetically cliche heartbreak songs.

A couple days later, after qualifying, she was there again. Daniel had just gained the 6th fastest lap time, however his track time was then deleted for exceeding track limits. It was a nightmare, she found herself going from cheering to stood in disappointment. She knew Daniel wouldn’t be so happy, he’d probably take it on the chin but 6th was incredible, especially to say he was driving a tractor.

That day, her feelings had warmed up to Daniel. It’s like seeing him again at P’s birthday rid some of the anger that contaminated her previously. Once she’d spoken to both Checo and Max, she noticed Daniel lingering not far away, he’d just been talking with her dad once he’d returned over from the Alpha Tauri garage.

He walked so close besides her, and he didn’t even notice her at first, until she stood up from tying her shoe lace and they were all of a sudden face to face. “Hi Daniel.” She borderline squeaked and he felt his stomach knot and flip. “Hey, you alright?” He scanned over her face. She looked good today, not so tired.

“I’m good.” She turned away. “How about you?” Her hand raised to shield the sun from her face, actually looking him dead in the eye now. “Ah, I’m okay.” He seemed to shrug, and for a second it was a little awkward. When she scanned over his face she could feel her stomach flipping.

“You did good today, I mean- I know the whole thing with the track limits happened, but to get initially to 6th is so good.” She spoke, shrugging her shoulders timidly. “Thank you.” His voice was gentle, slightly hoarse, his chest ached so desperately for her, he yearned for her so longingly.

“Red Bull 2024’s looking promising.” She commented light heartedly, even forcing a small breath of laughter as his lips twitched up softly. “Ah, I don’t know.” He dug his foot into the ground as her smile, too, faded and she glanced over him before down to the floor. It was awkward. And it was about to get 10x more awkward when Christian walked over. “What’re you two flirting about?!” Daniel felt breathless at the fathers comment, he was positive his cheeks were already burnt up. “Dad.” She scoffed out a laugh, playfully nudging his arm away. Daniel forced a laugh.

“I’ll see you both later.” He gave Christian a friendly smack on the arm before heading off in the opposite direction and not sparing her another glance. She winced at the action, unknown to the pain that rattled through Daniel’s chest.

“What was that all about?” Christian asked, eyeing up between Daniel and his daughter. Again, she winced, cringing at the thought of having to explain anything.

“I was just speaking to him about the qualifying.” She shrugged, although her tone wasn’t so convincing. “You’re both blushing.” He narrowed his eyes, an amused smile forming on his face. She knew what he’d do, tease her to death, despite being completely blind to everything else that had already happened.

“No im not!” She defended, spluttering and raising a hand to her obviously burning cheek. “Yeah you are! Look I know you might fancy Daniel a little but-“

“Stop, I’m not 12.” She grimaced. “He is a great bloke is Daniel, anyway.” Oh my god. She officially wanted the ground to swallow her up. Not only had her dad said this to her, but he ensured Max Verstappen was in right in the firing point, overhearing all the conversation.

Max oddly looked like he’d seen a ghost, he was slowly puzzling everything together and now he was convinced that y/n and Daniel were secretly doing it behind everybody’s backs. The girl in the hotel room, the ‘discreet’ love bite on her collarbone, the hushed conversations- Max was a genius!

“I knew it!” He stormed over, filled with excitement. As soon as Christian had left the scene, he was bursting to expose the secret he’d discovered. “Know what?!” She turned in surprise.

“You and Daniel, you’re together!” Oh fuck. She felt her eyes bulge and heart begin pounding. “What?! No, no, Max, no we’re not.” His smile faded seeing as how hushed she was being about it. “You’re not?!”

“No! I mean- no…” “But I’ve seen it, I’ve heard you both.” She cringed again at his words and knew there was no denying, she just needed to quieten him.

“No- I mean yes, but we’re not anymore. Please, please don’t say a word.” An odd sense of panic washed through her, Max was stunned, staring back to the anxious looking girl. Her eyes looked the exact same way they did at the race track the other day.

“I-I won’t. Are you ok?” “I’m fine, I am. Just please don’t say anything, you can tell Kelly just not a soul else.” She pleaded, luckily she knew Max was a man of his words. It felt oddly freeing to get the secret off her chest, it’s like it had been waiting to just be blurted out the whole time. Now it really felt real, the whole thing was semi out in the open, did it make her bad to be exposing something she promised to keep secret?? The thought would eat her alive, but so did the secrecy surrounding her, very much, public sadness…

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@dinodumbass @mccall-muffin @allabouthappiness @benbarneslut @ricciardhoe-3 @headinthecloudssblog

#daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo

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( the continuation... yeah i know ineed a better title. It's mainly unedited and turns out my dialogue needs a little work but i'm excited to improve on it for this series. i do plan to come back in the near future and actually work on it in more detail! so once again, take you for your kind words and encouragement to keep me writing more! )

as the wedding procession began and the rings were exchanged, he still had that rigid face and cold manners. he didn't even look at you. and it disgusted you that you fell in love with him in your past life. there was nothing left to redeem him. and it made it much easier for you.

so you played the dutiful bride during the vows, even as you briefly pecked his lips and looked at the cheerful crowd with a charming smile. you still had some dignity left. and you know dion didn't like what you did base on his subtle expressions.

and as the reception party was held, you could feel all eyes on you and dion. some of his family and yours, coming to congratulate and gush about how you both make such a perfect pair. they may smile now and throw around such pretty words but you knew very that in the end, it was they who contributed to your ending. how revolting, you thought smiling so sweetly as you silently took in their empty praises, i'll certainly look forward to their deaths.

in the corner of your eyes, you noticed the head of the agriche household striding arrogantly towards you and dion. your heart clenched as you remember the words of the patriarch when you begged him to save your son, who was all but dying in your arms. tsk, to think that you stepped into this household foolishly without knowing its rules, he lit up a cigarette with a scowl as you desperately tried to stop the bleeding wounds on your child's body, i could see why he took that woman into his bed. she'll be a better wife than you, giving birth to stronger children worthy of the name agriche than this pathetic excuse of a human.

you forced yourself out of those haunting memories and bowed down as lante stopped in front of you and your husband. he didn't even acknowledge you, not to your and anyone's surprise. with merely just a look shared between both men, they left for the other room and you couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of relief. you need to get used to it but it was rather suffocating in their presence. distinctly, you could the music begin to play.

if you remembered the events correctly, lante was to leave right after his talk with dion. however dion also left you alone without a word to you, leaving you to handle a crowd of hungry predators wanting to devour scandalous gossip.

and if that's what they wanted, you eyed as one of dion's older brothers made his way toward you, you should deliver it well. unlike your last wedding, you will not let yourself be forgotten. you will not be know as dion's neglected wife. let them remember your name since it will be you who will drag them to hell.

you accepted the first dance from his nameless easily forgettable brother, as you took his hand. if it wasn't before, now all eyes are on you. after all, you just ignored the tradition of the husband and wife's first dance by dancing with his brother instead. and it seems the male in front of you also had his agenda as he smirked cockily behind you.

you don't have to turn around to know who it was. especially when it felt like your back was being burned through. hm, you were sure he left around this time, you were puzzled by a certain change, but still, you took advantage of it as you smiled oh so innocently at him as you were twirled around.

it's your fault, husband, you subtly pushed yourself closer to his brother, i'm just returning you the favor. in the past, you loathed the whispers around you. but now, it felt like angels harmonizing beautifully. it's still aimed at you but now you could hear dion's name being dragged out right behind yours. whether it was about another rival in the family or the way he left his wife temporarily only to be snatched up, he'll have to deal with this himself.

and you know dion was certainly fuming internally. he expected a wife who would listen to him and never create a fuss. but you'll never be like that girl again.

finally, the song finished to your relief. just as you were about to leave, your dance partner dared to bring your hand onto his lips. great, now you were gonna have to take an extra long bath after this, you groaned internally, who let men have the audacity to do this? and it happened all too quickly.

the sound of a sword being unsheathed next to you, the blood staining your hands and your wedding dress, and a head rolling away somewhere. distantly, you could hear the guest's fearful screams and someone throwing up the contents of their stomach. it was chaos all around you and yet, you couldn't move an inch. your eyes still staring at the spot your dance partner formerly stood. and now there was merely a headless body.

and the very same man who had just sliced off the head cleanly had only calmly walked over the body, just in front of you. you couldn't look at him as fear forced your body to stay still.

my wife, dion placed his first two fingers on your chin so that you may look up to him. yet even then, you refused to as you looked past his shoulder. your eyes on the ceiling with such an empty gaze, refusing to satisfy him. let this be a warning of the consequences if you keep continuing these sorts of actions.

his words only added gasoline to the burning flames for hatred and revenge.

#the way to protect the female lead's older brother #how to protect the heroine’s older brother #roxana #manhwa x reader #dion agriche x reader #dion agriche #— meena writes

[emmanuellececchi]

Looking for someone to write a fic!

Ok so, I've got a prompt for the FFXVI fanfics writers. I have too many things going on right now (like two stories to edit and work plus at least two fanfics I want to finish... and a few old one I want to dust and try again! and my work and my kids).

But it is a spoilery one (a.k.a after the endgame) and very angsty (at first). Anyone for the writing? If you do, let me know.

Type of story: fluff, angst (lots of), comfort, explicit to smut accepted, some comedy (ghost shenanigan), Let you imagination go with the flow!

Spoiler ahead if you didn't finish the game! you're warned.

I would like to see a story "à la" Ghost and The Frighteners (movie by Peter Jackson with Michel J Fox).

Prompt: Clive is dead (noooooooooooo!) but his ghost is still around not satisfied (we're not either). he find this girl and harass her to go to (rosalith/hideaway/?) where Jill and Joshua are (as well as Byron, Talia and Gav). He wants here to speak with Jill at least... as for Joshua it's more complicated. Main deviance from Ghost : Joshua fall for the reader/OC (those two have a happy ending at least).

Ideas for the characters:

World: no magic, no eikons, everything is going to hell.

Reader or OC characters can see and speak with ghosts. she is shun by others and so is very snappy with lots of people/keeps mostly to herself unless people come to get her for... ghosts. She had found Clive's body on the beach and, being a truly kind person with a heart of gold, went to bury him. After that he follow her around (like she wakes up and he's in his room).

Jill: mourn (can have baby or not), but she is able to go over it to do things (help around, care for others etc) she used to move from her pain. she also takes care of Joshua who is not in a good spot.

Gav, Byron, Talia: supporting characters (because I just love them, feel free not to use them of course).

Joshua : very angsty. Listen, I don't care how strong he is, you can't tell me this guy is not going PTSD after what happened. he sacrificed himself, was sure his brother would survive, die in terrible pain (you can't tell me he wasn't suffering after this gory mess). So at the beginning of the story : he has anger issue (angry after his brother as well), ghost pain in his chest, feels he is too weak withouth his power, guilt over Jill because it's him coming back and not Clive. Do not fell right away with the reader/OC, even antoganise her. After that, some shenanigan knowing his brother haunt her (like kssing or something else and is Clive around? etc.).

Bonus:

edit: I realize she could see other dead, some fun some less so (Cid anyone? or Anabella? yiiiiiiish).

Torgal, he can see Clive and interact with his ghost.

Dion and Terence: just because I want a happy ending for those two.

#final fantasy XVI #Joshua x reader #joshua x OC #Clive Rosfield #Joshua Rosfield #jill warrick #Clive x Jill #ffxvi #ffxvi spoilers #Please someone write this! #let me know #god help me I have too many ideas #dont hesitate to contact me

[razzle-zazzle]

Whumptober Day 30: it's okay just to say "i'm not okay"

Borrowed Clothing

3855 Words; Pearl & Seaglass

TW for brief nonsexual nudity

AO3 ver

The sound of waves against the shore was the first thing Dion heard.

It was weird—Dion had poked his head above the surface before, once or twice, but he’d never been close enough to any shores to hear waves against the sand. And even if he ever had been, he’d never been human before, either, so the sound was still different to anything he’d ever heard. It was like a kind of whoosh, but he was picking up the vibrations differently and it was weird. And awful.

Dion groaned, squeezing his eyes shut against the onslaught of the sun. How did humans deal with this? How did they deal with anything? The sand beneath him was hot and dry. Awful. The waves lapping at his side were uncomfortably cold. Absolutely awful. He could hear seabirds somewhere above him. At least that was a familiar sound, if weird to hear it with human ears.

Slowly, Dion forced himself up into… sitting, was that what humans called it? Yeah, that sounded right. Sand clung to his arms and back, weird against his now scaleless skin—didn’t humans have any defenses at all? Maybe they were venomous. Gisu had said something about how bad human bites could be, maybe that was it.

Dion blinked his eyes open, taking in his complete and utter lack of a proper tail. The pearls and shells he decorated himself with were now tangled around a pair of legs, how horrifying. Human legs, too, with their soft skin and patchy fur and awkward shapes, and—what was that. That thing between his legs, what in the name of the abyss was it—

Dion wrenched his gaze away from the thing between his legs, resolving to not worry about it. Instead, he stared down at the blunted nails on his toes—wait, if those were smooth and useless, did that mean—

Dion lifted one of his hands to inspect. It was just as he feared—the delicate webbing and shimmery scales were gone, and his perfectly-maintained claws were gone, replaced with blunted and useless human nails, all round and smooth like pearls.

Awful. Humans were awful. Dion couldn’t possibly understand why Raz was so obsessed with them.

He turned towards the rock face sheltering this section of the shore, where Gisu was already digging through an old chest in the shade of the cliff. He made to flash his stripes—

Humans, it turned out, didn’t have stripes. Or any way to glow at all. No tail, no claws, no scales, no stripes—how did humans survive at all? Did they just luck their way into infesting every available scrap of land?

Dion was about ready to try figuring out how the hell legs were meant to work—he’d seen crabs, so he had a rough idea—when Gisu stomped back over, adorned in cloth that wrapped around her legs and billowed around her waist, her chest and shoulders covered with the light material. She threw two pieces of cloth at Dion, grinning. Her beautiful sharp teeth were gone, replaced by blunt human ones—Dion didn’t even want to think about his own teeth, if that was what human teeth looked like. Maybe the venomous human theory wasn’t right—surely, there was no way such a small jaw and mouth could be useful in catching prey.

“You’re gonna want to remove those pearls.” Gisu said, and wow, even as weird as it sounded her human voice was still somehow pretty. “And put those on. Humans don’t like nudity.” It was electric, her voice, elegant and strange just like her.

Dion stared at the cloth pieces in his hand. Oh, so it was adornment. He understood that. And with the way humans had no scales, it made sense that they’d want extra adornment. One could never go wrong with some extra color, and humans clearly needed it.

“Um,” Dion started—and wow, that felt weird, the vibrations in his throat different from his clicks and whistles as a mer. “How…?”

“Oh, right.” Gisu grabbed the lighter-colored piece of cloth. “Your head goes here, and your arms go here…” She grabbed the other piece as Dion fought to get the cloth on over his head. It was weird not having a dorsal fin, but that meant he could get the adornment on much more easily.

“This one’s for your legs.” Gisu explained. Dion took it from her, pulling it on with some difficulty.

“It doesn’t fit.” Dion lamented. It was too tight around his legs, stiff and uncomfortable. It was too tight between them, too—how did humans deal with this?

Gisu made a sound not unlike a click. “Yeah, we’ll have to find a larger pair of pants…” She shrugged, reaching for Dion’s hair. “C’mon, let’s get that kelp out of there.”

Dion flinched back. “What?” But his adornments were important! It took so long to find pearls the perfect shade of blue, and going around without adornments was something no proper mer would ever do, unless their adornments might get caught when hunting. But even still, his pearls were fine!

“Humans don’t decorate themselves that way.” Gisu explained, “If we wanna find your brother without getting into trouble, we need to blend in with humans.” She opened the satchel on her hip. “Here, we can store ‘em in here. That way nobody can get at them.”

Dion looked at her dubiously. “Even the pearl you gave me?” It didn’t match the rest of his pearls, pink and oblong, but it was his favorite one—he didn’t want to part from it, didn’t want it to not be in the corner of his vision at all times.

Gisu nodded. “Sorry.” She carded a hand through his hair, starting to remove some of the kelp strands.

Dion huffed, moving to untie a pearl string. “Humans are awful.” He grumbled. “I can’t believe you let Pooter become one.”

Gisu looked at his legs, eyebrows raised.

Dion’s face flushed. “That’s different.” He mumbled. Before long, his hair was free of any shells, pearls, or kelp—much to Dion’s growing dismay. But he knew that no amount of shark-guppy eyes would be able to convince Gisu, here—she knew what she was doing. He’d just have to trust her, as much as some parts of this irked him.

“I only have the one pair of shoes,” Gisu was saying, and Dion noticed that her own feet were encased in what he guessed were shoes. “I think your brother took the other pair from the chest.” She frowned. “I’ll have to get a pair for you…”

At the reminder of his legs, Dion glared down at them. “I don’t like these.” He declared.

“What, the legs or the pants?” Gisu laughed. It was such a strange sound, electric and human and yet so undeniably her. Dion could almost forget how awful the whole situation was, hearing that noise.

Dion growled. “Both.” Almost wasn’t enough. Even with Gisu here, standing next to him, brown human eyes alight with amusement, Dion was still so irked by so many things. The dry sand was rough, the sun was hot, the pants didn’t fit, and all of his natural strength was gone in favor of a weak and gross human body. Without Gisu, he wouldn’t even be here—she was the only thing making this whole ordeal worthwhile.

Dion shifted, folding his legs under him. Sand got into the pants despite their tightness, grating against his legs. Awful! He pushed down, struggling against the lack of muscle memory, yet aided by some incomprehensible instinct that told him to have his feet flat on the ground, toes pointed forwards without telling him anything at all.

Dion stood, wincing at the heat of the sand on his bare feet. His legs wobbled, and he fell—

Gisu caught him. She pushed him back up into a standing position, holding onto his arm to brace him.

“Thanks.” Dion muttered, trying again. He managed to keep his legs under him, this time—which meant now he had to move.

Gisu moved to stand in front of him, taking his hands in hers. “Just follow my lead.” She said, taking a step back.

Dion swallowed. He could do this. Carefully, he moved one of his legs forwards, sliding his foot along the sand.

Gisu shook her head. “You’ve gotta lift it.” She explained, bending her leg to lift her own foot off the sand. “Haven’t you seen crabs before?”

“Of course I have!” Dion groused, copying her movements. Gisu took a step back, and he matched it. He wobbled, the sand still hot against his feet—

But he didn’t fall. Not with Gisu holding his hands in hers, not with her in front of him to lean on.

“Yeah,” She said, “Just like that.” She took another step back with her other leg. Dion matched it.

Hey, he was getting the hang of this!

A few more steps, then—

“I’m gonna let go now, okay?” Gisu pulled away, leaving Dion standing on his own. He silently mourned the loss of her hands in his, then schooled himself. He could do this. He could do this!

He took a step forwards, then another. He wobbled, once—but he didn’t fall, instead taking another step. And another.

Dion grinned. He could do this!

“Yeah!” Gisu clapped her hands together. “Wow, you got that quick.” She looked up at the sky, shading her eyes with a hand. “We should probably get moving, though. I don’t want to think about the kind of headstart your brother got.”

Dion nodded—stopped. “How am I supposed to walk anywhere with… this?” He gestured towards his bare feet, which were barely good enough for hot sand. No wonder humans covered themselves in shoes—their bodies were practically useless on their own.

Gisu smirked. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” she reassured, “I know just the place.” Gisu decided. She grabbed his hand, starting to run towards the rock face. “C’mon!”

As always, Dion found it impossible not to follow where she led.

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The human marketplace was loud.

Humans were everywhere, absolutely crowding the space. It was nothing like the markets Dion was used to—at least mer knew how to give each other space to breathe. But between the human stalls and the human bodies and these accursed pants and the too-hot stones beneath his feet, it was all Dion could do not to fall apart panicking.

He was getting the hang of walking, though, managing not to stumble even with the awful awful pants. Gisu held his hand as she led him along, and he held her hand back as tightly as he could. He would always be able to follow where Gisu led—it was as easy as breathing.

But good gods, this was awful. Humans were awful.

Still, Dion forced his focus to narrow down to Gisu, to the way her hair bounced behind her as she walked, to the certainty in her steps as she navigated the chaos. Her human form was shorter than his for reasons Dion couldn’t fathom—she wasn’t really smaller than him in their true forms, so why was she smaller like this? Some quirk of the spell? But they’d both eaten the same amount…

Dion resolved himself not to worry about it. The humans in their stalls were all calling out in a cacophony of voices—another reason why human language made no sense. Why have something purely aural if it was just going to result in chaos like this? How anyone could decipher what was going on here was beyond Dion.

But if anyone could do it, it’d be Gisu for sure. She came to a stop at a stall full of various footwear, regarding the contents.

“That one.” Gisu pointed at a pair not unlike her own, but bigger. “How much is it?” While she and the human manning the stall talked, Dion’s gaze drifted over the stall next to it, which was covered in glittery bits of metal. A tiny metal chain caught his eye, and he drifted towards the stall to take a closer look.

Dion picked up the necklace. It had a piece of metal shaped like a shell threaded onto it, and little beads along the string. There wasn’t a hint of anything actually from the sea, yet it must have taken incredible control to make chain links so tiny—

“Are you going to buy that?” The human standing at the stall asked. Dion startled, then set the necklace back down.

“No.” He said. “It’s ugly.” There was value in the workmanship, but that couldn’t make up for the fact that it was a pretty sad adornment—there was no color! Just plain shimmery metal that’d probably rust underwater. And it was a poor imitation of a real shell.

The human huffed. Gisu appeared at Dion’s side, boots in hand, and grabbed his arm. “C’mon.” She said, dragging him away. The moment the stall was out of sight, she dragged him over to a wooden structure and shoved him onto it. She shoved the boots into his hands. “Put these on.” She ordered.

Dion complied, pulling the boots on. It took him a few tries to figure out how to lace them up, and they felt weird on his feet—

But it was much better than going around barefoot. Dion stood, testing them out. Gisu grabbed his hand, and he let her drag him along. As they continued, Dion voiced a question.

“So what’d you trade for these anyway?” The bartering hadn’t taken that long, he felt, and he wondered how Gisu managed it. If it was his mother, he’d have been standing at that stall all day until she managed to haggle the human down to trading the boots for something as simple as a string of nacre beads. A rather long string, of course, but still.

“Oh, humans don’t really barter.” Gisu began to explain, her voice taking on a familiar cadence—which was weird, how did the way she flashed her stripes translate into audible speech? That spell was really something. “They use a kind of metal disc as a sort of intermediary.”

Dion stared. “What.”

Gisu reached into her satchel. “These things.” She held out a small metal disk, passing it over to Dion. It was smooth, with decal etched into both sides.

“Oh.” Dion turned the small disc over in his hand, then handed it back to Gisu. “So do humans use these for adornment, then?” He couldn’t imagine where one would even look to start collecting these things.

“They don’t do anything with them, actually.” Gisu shrugged. “They just trade them for things.”

Dion frowned. “That makes no sense.” You didn’t trade useless things, that was a basic rule. Maybe gemstones, but those could be turned into art or adornments. Even pearls had to have some kind of use to whoever they were going to, or the trade just wouldn’t happen.

Gisu snorted. “Yeah, but it’s just the way things work up here. Humans will give these things out in exchange for goods or services.” She continued along, the crowds beginning to thin around them as they left the marketplace.

Dion made a face. Humans were just weird. Surely, if they were able to work with metals, then why not melt these things down and make something actually useful?

“Up here.” Gisu said, breaking Dion from his grumbling. She led him up a winding path towards a larger human dwelling, its boxy structure standing out among the others purely through its size. “I have a friend who lives here, she can totally help us out.”

Dion really didn’t like the idea of Gisu having human “friends.” But he trusted her to know what she was doing, and this wasn’t an argument he could ever hope to win, so he kept quiet, following her along up the stone path.

They made it to the human dwelling—where were the entrances? All Dion could see were shimmery panels of glass and a section of wall that was different from the rest. How did anyone get in or out? Or maybe they were approaching it from the wrong side—hopefully that wasn’t as much of a social faux pas as it was under the waves.

Gisu rapped her knuckles against the square patch of wall that was distinct. A few moments later, the piece of the wall swung inwards—oh! An entrance cover! Like a hermit crab folding into its shell and blocking out attackers with its claws. It was almost clever—Dion scoffed. Like humans could ever be truly clever. No species that came up with pants could ever be clever.

There was a human standing in the door, dark blue hair splaying out to the sides. She was utterly covered in adornments—they kind of resembled some of Gisu’s enchanted charms. A land witch? Did such a thing even exist?

“Oh.” The human blinked. “Hey, Gis.” She looked past Gisu to Dion, who froze under the scrutiny. How were human eyes threatening? They could barely see! “Who’s this?”

“Dion, Lizzie.” Gisu introduced. She rubbed at the back of her neck nervously. “Look, normally I don’t come looking for favors, but we kinda…” she searched around for a good lie, “We need clothes.” She said finally, already starting to dig around in her bag. “I think I’ve got a few of those spider crab legs you were after…” She pulled out a bundle of the legs in question, and held them out.

“Neat.” Lizzie smiled lazily, taking the offered legs. “And yeah, sure, come on in. Norma’s not home right now, so don’t worry about her.”

“Great!” Gisu chirped, dragging Dion in over the threshold. He yelped, hurrying to keep up with her before he lost his balance entirely. “Dion’s not the greatest around people, so the less the better!” They followed Lizzie through the dwelling until they reached a room that was almost as decorated as she was. Lizzie set the bundled crab legs on a shelf, then gestured to a boxy structure that Dion didn’t recognize. “Go right ahead.” She offered.

Gisu nodded, moving over to the wooden… box… thing. She grabbed a set of metal handles on the front, pulling on them to reveal that the thing had various clothes inside of it. “Hmmm…” Gisu considered, then grabbed a different pair of pants. “See if these fit.”

“Okay.” Dion struggled to exit his pants, shoving them down.

“Um.” Lizzie started, then left the room. Dion wasn’t really paying attention, though, too occupied with pulling on the new set.

They fit a lot better, but as he spun around to examine himself…

Dion grimaced. “Do I have to wear these?” He asked. Couldn’t humans be sensible about anything?

Gisu cringed. “Yeah, no humans are weird about this kind of thing.” She looked at his crotch. “Besides, do you want your human bits flopping all over the place?” She turned back to the clothes. “Maybe something looser?” She pulled out what looked like shorter pants. “Hey, wait, try putting these on under your pants, that should help with the chafing.”

Dion moved to remove his pants once again—

“Okay,” Lizzie came back in, “If you two are going to have sex please don’t do it in my bedroom—”

Dion whirled around, his face burning. (Why? Why were human bodies weird?) The thought of mating Gisu while in this disgusting human body was a thought he never wanted to have again, please.

“Dion doesn’t like pants.” Gisu said, in the tones of someone making a mundane discovery. She still tossed the shorter pants at him, and Dion grumbled but pulled them on anyway.

“Well.” Lizzie pursed her lips. “Here.” She walked over to the clothesbox, and pulled out something that was distinctly not pants. “Try this.”

Dion took the offered fabric, holding it out in front of himself as he tried to decipher it. It was like a tube that was wider at the bottom, with a small set of buttons near the waistline. He pulled it on, and stood.

Lizzie and Gisu watched as Dion spun slowly, examining himself. He gripped the material in his hand, rubbing it between his fingers—as week and clawless as they were, human hands were surprisingly sensitive—and just trying to get a feel for it.

“Well?” Gisu asked. Lizzie looked ready to go grab something else—

“I love it.” It reminded him of some of the adornments he would wear to special events back home, soft and light and loose around his body. He did a twirl, watching as the skirt billowed in a way that only the lightest of fabrics could underwater, the way it rippled like waves and sea anemone. “I love it.” Dion reaffirmed, surprised by the lightness of his own voice. “It’s perfect.”

Maybe humans weren’t quite so awful, after all.

“Good!” Gisu decided, clapping her hands together. She turned to Lizzie. “Thanks!”

Lizzie shook her head. “Don’t mention it.” She grimaced. “Really, don’t.”

“Okay.” Gisu chirped, grabbing Dion’s hand once again. “Now let’s go find your brother!” She decided.

“Oh, you’re looking for someone?” Lizzie asked. “I could probably help.”

“Yeah,” Gisu started to explain, “Dion’s little brother ran away, so we’re trying to find him before he gets into too much trouble.”

Lizzie nodded. “What’s he look like?”

Dion froze. What did Raz look like, as a human? “Small.” He guessed. “He has a helmet and goggles that he wears everywhere,” He added. Gisu nodded—Raz must have been wearing his dorky helmet when she brought him to the surface, then. “Really annoying, always getting right into trouble and poking at things he shouldn’t.” Dion groused. “And then me or Frazie get in trouble over it because apparently we’re not setting a ‘good example’!” He crossed his arms with a huff.

“Ugh, yeah, siblings are the worst.” Lizzie agreed. She started to lead them to the door. “Hey, the Junior Explorer Corps Meeting starts in a little bit, why don’t you come with?” She offered. “The more people you’ve got looking for your brother, the faster you’ll find him.”

“Ooo, good idea.” Gisu agreed. “I need to bother Morris about any new conjuration spells he’s learned, anyway.” She took a firmer hold of Dion’s hand, dragging him along through the dwelling.

“Um—” Dion started, but Gisu and Lizzie were still talking between themselves about different kinds of magic. He followed along in their wake, unable to get a word in edgewise as he was practically dragged along.

He didn’t sign up to meet even more humans! This was supposed to be simple!

But Gisu didn’t let go of his hand, and he wouldn’t let go of hers. He’d trust her on this—she was the expert, here, and he couldn’t not trust her. It was impossible not to follow where she led—

But that didn’t mean Dion wanted to get involved in human business!

Still, he followed along. What else was he going to do? He knew nothing about the surface—it was all up to Gisu to guide him through this.

Dion forced his anxiety down, and focused on her. It’d be awful, because almost everything about humans was awful—

But he’d have Gisu, and that was more than enough.

#whumptober2023 #no.30 #borrowed clothing #psychonauts #zaz writes #nudity tw #it's completely nonsexual (spell doesn't create clothes) but i'm going to tag it just to be safe ig #there is a moment where dion is icked out by human genitalia even if the bits in question are never explicitly described #pearl & seaglass au #dion aquato #gisu nerumen #lizzie natividad #whooo!!! dion and gisu are on the surface!! #surely raz has not gotten into too much trouble before they got here #surely #and hey! dion gets to wear a skirt! #lizzie looking at dion like ''gisu. gisu i love you as a friend but what is this. why have you brought this sad wet cat onto my doorstep'' #this piece is softer than the others bc it's pretty much just dion looking at everything on the surface and going >:[ #callign humans weird and gross for 3000+ words

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the ties that bind | joshua rosfield x fem!reader

chapter iv - impuissant

warnings : none

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     The Holy Empire of Sanbreque was already on the palace’s doorsteps by the time you finished getting dressed in the most fanciest of silk dresses you owned; and unsurprisingly your father greeted them with open arms. You watched in mild disgust as your father bowed to his knees to the Emperor acting as if the man was Greagor himself. It was strange to see your father act so pitifully, your senses were on high alert. Were the Imperials here to declare war on the Dominion for you being a Dominant? Perhaps they’d execute right here and now. 

      You shifted uncomfortably as your heel strap dug into the soft skin of your heel; Hands balled nervously at the fabric of your pale blue dress. Every time you swallowed the pearls around your neck tightened-it was suffocating. “Come _______ my dear.” Your father stood to his feet motioning you over but you didn’t move; you were weirded out by what was happening. It was only when Tatiana pushed you forward when you took your first steps towards the Emperor and your father. 

     You bowed half heartedly at the Emperor feeling your mother’s intense gaze from behind you. When you lifted your head there stood beside the Emperor was face you were familiar with, Prince Dion. He looked as uncomfortable as you were and he quickly avoided your gaze. Strange…he was normally so friendly to you at least the few times you had met. Which only alerted you even more to what was happening. It was then when you saw her. Lady Annabella standing beside Emperor Sylvestre you jumped in surprise. Her ocean blue eyes were as cold as ice they weren’t warm and inviting like Joshua’s. But her smile was warm it didn’t match her eyes.

     “Emperor Sylvestre you have met my lovely daughter a few times, yes. She has blessed us; she awoke as the Dominant Leviathan and she is ready to serve the Empire to the best of her abilities.” Your father said a wide smile on his aging face. His words slammed into you like a brick wall. What did he mean? 

     “Huh?” You gasped eyes wide. Emperor Sylvestre turned to look at you smiling, “My dear you look as beautiful as always. I am pleased that you are eager to serve Sanbreque and her people. Here Dion come greet your future bride.” He said pushing Dion forward. Bride? No marriage was something you promised Joshua! Dion wasn’t even your best friend..hell he was barely a friend. You stumbled backward but before you fell to the ground a strong hand grasped yours catching you. Dion quickly let go of your hand the moment you regained balance and looked at you. His posture was stiff. “My..lady.” He greeted shyly only glancing at you for but a moment. Everything about him radiated uncomfortableness, perhaps he was just as unhappy with this news as you were. 

     “Dion is nervous please forgive him Lady _______ but he’ll he’ll mentor you as you gain control over Leviathan.” Sylvestre said ignoring the awkwardness that grew between you and the young Prince. “Ah well Lord Angelo come let’s finish discussing what we must. Dion come also so you can experience a real diplomatic meeting.” He said walking off with your father without another word Annabella in tow. Just as you and Dion broke each other’s gaze you noticed him  mouth a sympathetic ‘I’m sorry’. 

     Your world was spinning, vision blurred as you tried to comprehend what was happening. Then it was your mother who broke you out of your downward spiral, “_______ I’m sor-“ but before she could anymore you turned towards her pushing her. “You sold me off? Like some bearer?!” You yelled. “Lady _______ please not here.” Tatiana spoke up shushing you and quickly ushering you and your mother somewhere private. 

      You stood in the empty archive room with your mother and Tatiana. “Well did you?!” You shouted once again breaking the silence.

     Your mother frowned brushing her hair out of her face, “_______ we didn’t sell you off. It was for your own good and also for the sake of Dominion. You should feel honored to be wedded to Prince Dion and serve the Holy Empire.” She said anger rising in her voice. The audacity of your mother to be angry at you for your reaction only set you over even more. “What about my sake?! Joshua and I promised one another we’d get married. I can’t marry Dion and live in the Empire…” your voice lowered as you began to sniffle. It just wasn’t fair. 

     Sighing your mother turned to Titania the woman who raised you from birth, “Perhaps you can explain it better then I can Titania.” She said. Nodding the maid embraced you, “My dear ______, they would of taken you forcefully if not for your father agreeing to their terms. The Crystalline Dominion is neutral we ain’t allowed to have a Dominant. The Prince and the Emperor will take good care of you. And it’s not like we’re never gonna be allowed to see you again, we’ll visit I promise. Joshua would understand that you had to break your little promise.” She explained gently her voice was soothing your anger. Pulling away from her you stared into her dark orbs with your pale eyes,

     “Will you be coming with me Tatiana?” You asked hesitantly already knowing her answer.

     “No I’m sorry my dear I can’t.” She replied sadly her voice breaking.

     Of course she couldn’t come with you…after all she had her own family to look after here in the Dominion.

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     The young blond prince shifted uncomfortably as he gazed into your grey eyes. Clearing his throat he broke the silence that had fallen between you the moment you departed from Twinside. “I apologize Lady ______. I understand this isn’t the must desirable situation for either of us.” He apologized quietly. You frowned nodding in agreement, “I’m assuming you’d rather not be married off also, huh Prince?” You retorted every word coming out like venom.

     He nodded, “Y..yes. I also found out on the way that we were getting married.” He sounded so kind and gentle but yet you couldn’t help but take your anger out on him despite knowing he was just as much of victim in this situation like you. They shoved you two into the same carriage and expected you two to get along and happily accepted your marriage. You had only met the Prince a handful of times how could you want to marry him?

     You clicked your tongue in annoyance as you returned your gaze back outside the carriage window. “Hmph.” Silence passed between you two once again. The tension could be sliced with a long sword. “Just so you know I have no desire to be lovey dovey with you nor be bestest of friends with you either.” You began, “Joshua and I made a promise to marry one another but of course as you are well aware your witch of a step mother betrayed her own brethren or so the rumors go.” You spat.

      Dion sighed, “Please Lady _______, I  no desire to replace Joshua i understand you two were very close to one another. He often spoke fondly of you.” He was speaking so kindly towards despite your aggression towards him it almost made you feel guilty. You slumped in your seat the collar of your dress engulfing your face. “I feel like my parents did not want to deal with my grief so they sold me off the first chance they got…I miss Joshua, Prince Dion.” You spoke sadly voice raising an octave as you fought to hold back tears.

     Dion reached over placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, “I promise to protect you Lady _______. After all we’re both Dominants and we must look out for one another.” He smiled charmingly. Your face heated up and you avoided his amber eyes. For some reason you truly believed him. 

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     Upon your arrival to Oriflamme, the streets were lined with people celebrating. Perhaps today was some holiday for the Sanbreque people. You thought to yourself. “Prince Dion, what are they celebrating?” You asked sticking your head outside the carriage. Chuckling Dion joined you sticking his head out the carriage also waving at the people, “Our engagement. The people knew before either of us did.” He laughed.

     The people loved their Prince you could gather that much from their cries and cheers for him, they hardly cared about your presence. “Leviathan is ours!” One man yelled tears streaming down his face. You felt strange, never once did you hear your name spoken from the Sanbreque people, just Leviathan. They saw you no more than an asset to protect their precious Empire. 

     The longer you stared at the celebrations of your engagement you began to grow depressed. You waved and smiled at the people maintaining a happy facade though. Would Joshua and I have been celebrated like this? You wondered. Finally the carriage arrived at the castle, the noise from the celebrations quieting down. Drake’s Head stood greeting you as did the ethereal castle that stood on the cliff side. This would be your new home, not as ______ Lannis but as a tool for the Empire. 

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Not the Villain 8

Find my masterlist and series masterlist

This will eventually be Marcus Moreno x f!reader

Shit starts hitting the fan.

Warnings: Threats of violence, swearing, questionable morals, questionable loyalties, dilemmas, lots of frustration, some angst. 

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A week later, you were beginning to question your decision. Not because of Marcus - he was patient and supportive and sympathetic. Not even because you were regretting giving him information on Jupiter and the others. 

No, you were regretting your decision because this was so fucking hard.

Honestly, you had thought it would be easy. Marcus would ask you a question, and you'd spill your guts and tell him everything you knew. Which was a lot. 

Instead, Marcus asked you a question and you struggled for words, for phrasing, for anything other than the paralyzing feeling of wrongness stuck in your throat. 

"How many of the team are there?" Marcus asked softly. He had a recorder on the small table between you two, a notebook on his knee and pen in his hand. 

"Eight," you answered reflexively, and then paused and closed your eyes. "Seven. There are seven. Jupiter, Pluto, Clymene, and Dione are the main ones. Jupiter also has three lieutenants that he keeps around most of the time. Ares, Achilles, and Hercules."

"Dione?" His tone sharpened just a little. "I don't recognize that name." 

"You wouldn't. Dione is the spy, for lack of better term. She operates quietly, isn't signed on any of the team deeds, and mostly works in gathering intel." 

"Gathering intel." Marcus made a note. "What kind of intel?"

You got stuck there. You should tell him. He already knew the things you'd done. This was no surprise to him.

But it wasn't just that. You had no real quarrel with Dione, hadn't known her well enough to truly have a quarrel. 

You opened your mouth. Paused. Licked your lips. And then finally spoke. "Building blueprints. Numbers of guards, security. Locations. Names." You shook your head. "She would… she always finds whoever she looks for. Always." 

Marcus made another note. "And the three… lieutenants, you said?"

"Ares, Achilles, and Hercules." Your lip curled in a little sneer. 

"Tell me more about them?"

And again you hesitated. You didn't like any of them. In fact you'd been tempted to get rid of Ares yourself on more than one occasion. So what the hell was wrong with you? 

The elevator door slid open, and you and Marcus both looked. Miracle stepped out of the elevator, looking at the two of you with some surprise. And a little contempt. You bit your tongue. 

"Is she giving you anything useful yet?" Miracle asked, walking over and leaning against the open doorway to your cell. 

"I am right here," you muttered, annoyed. 

"Why don't you ask her?" Marcus asked, voice deceptively mild. You could see the tension in his frame. 

Miracle shrugged, looking at you, gaze cold. "Well? You giving us a good reason to keep feeding you?"

You rolled your eyes at his attitude. "Really? Can't even come up with a better threat?" You taunted, unable to help yourself. You doubted he'd reiterate his threat to drop you off with Jupiter, not with Marcus sitting right next to you. 

"Hey." Marcus turned his disapproving frown on you. You immediately clocked it as a Dad expression. 

"Yes. I am." You bared your teeth in a grimace at Miracle. 

Miracle wasn't cowed. If anything, he puffed his chest out to make himself bigger. "I could still drop you off anywhere in the world," he rumbled, low and unamused. 

A shiver of fear slid down your spine. You'd miscalculated, clearly. 

"Miracle." Marcus dropped his voice to a warning. "What did you need?"

"Just came to check up on you both." Miracle dropped the smirk, standing up straight and pulling his shoulders back. "You spend a lot of time down here."

"And I am getting good intel." Marcus, by contrast, kept his voice very level, and sat very straight and very still. One hand moved to set the pen and notepad aside. 

"Yeah? You got anything actionable you're keeping from the rest of us?" Miracle looked down his nose at both of you. 

"Nothing actionable yet, as you know." Marcus held his gaze easily. "Since we just had a team meeting yesterday."

"Thought maybe you'd learned something useful by now." Miracle shrugged, switching his gaze to you. You could see, so clearly, that he disliked you. He wouldn't cry if something happened to you. And it made you cold to realize, to see so openly from one of the Heroics. 

In some ways, they weren't so different from the villains, after all. 

"That's enough." Marcus finally stood, taking a step towards Miracle. "What do you want?"

"You're going soft," Miracle snapped, finally losing his cool. "You're going too easy on her. Just get her to give you the info we need so we can go get the rest of the group."

"That is not how this works," Marcus started. 

"Why not? We're feeding her and keeping her safe. We saved her life. I saved her life. She should be willing to give us everything!" 

"You didn't want to save her," Marcus shot back, shifting so he was standing fully between you and Miracle. "And she is still a person. I'm not going to force the information out of her."

"Maybe you should step aside and let me do it, then."

Oh shit. Oh shit this was bad. You swallowed hard, standing as well. You had no weapons and no powers to rely on if Miracle came at you. You were so, so fucked. 

"That's enough!" Marcus finally raised his voice. "Upstairs. Now." 

"Just let me–"

"NOW." 

For a moment, Miracle glared at you over Marcus's shoulder. He wanted to ignore Marcus, you could tell that much easily. But then he scoffed and turned away from you, stomping back to the elevator. Marcus held out one hand, the pen and notepad both zipping into his hand, before he followed Miracle. 

The door to your cell shut. Then the elevator door shut. 

Then there was silence. 

You sank back into your chair. Your hands were shaking, just a little. You breathed slowly until the shakes went away. 

Well. Fuck. That… that had been bad. Very bad. 

You needed to do something. Make yourself spit out all the answers. Write everything down. Something. You didn't want to give Miracle any further reasons to hate you. 

Not least of which because you weren't convinced he'd leave you alone, even if you did somehow make it out of this alive. 

Okay. Maybe you could… do something. Organize your thoughts for when Marcus came back. Something. 

But you didn't have more than a few minutes to do that, because the kids showed up again. The original three: Guppy, Marcus's daughter, and the other girl. 

Maybe you should learn their names at some point. 

"What are you doing down here?" You asked, sitting up straighter. 

"Well…" Marcus's daughter looked a little uncomfortable. 

"We heard our parents arguing," the other girl piped up. "And we heard it was about you."

"But they locked us out." Guppy crossed her arms over her chest. 

You sighed. These kids. "Yes, they're arguing over me, because they don't think that I'm giving up information fast enough." 

"Information?" 

"On my… on the group of villains." You swallowed and looked away from the kids. "It's… hard."

"But they're vilIains," the third girl said, sounding confused. "Didn't they, like, leave you for dead or something?"

You huffed a short, unamused laugh. "Or something, yeah. And yes, they are villains. But so was I, for a long time. It's… difficult. It's not so black and white." You shrugged, swallowing hard. 

Marcus's daughter stepped forward slowly, looking at you. You made the mistake of meeting her eyes, sincere and youthful but wise in a way the other two weren't. 

"You still care about them," she said softly. 

Your smile was sad. "Some of them."

"I'm sorry." 

You blinked, taken aback. "What for? None of this is your fault, or even your problem." 

"But it still must be hard for you." 

You had to take a deep breath so you didn't cry. Just like her father. Compassionate to a fault. And prone to driving you to tears. 

"It is," you agreed. "But it's okay. I suppose it's a form of penance." You paused. "Although that also implies some level of regret for my actions, which… I mean, I don't regret everything." You shrugged. "So, guess that's out. I'll think of a better metaphor." 

"You're strange," Guppy decided, uncaring of social graces in the way of small children. 

You tossed your head back and laughed until your sides hurt. "Oh, I sure am," you agreed, grinning. "But, you know, so are you."

Guppy pouted at that, and the other two girls started giggling as if they couldn't resist. 

All of you went silent as the elevator chimed. "Wheels was supposed to tell us if anyone was heading down here," Marcus's daughter fussed, wide eyed. 

"Come over here," you murmured, eyes glued to the elevator doors. "Please."

The three kids exchanged looks at your request but walked over to your cell, away from the elevator. 

You weren't sure why exactly you had such a bad feeling about this. Maybe because it hadn't been long enough yet for the team to stop arguing. Maybe you were worried it was Miracle Guy. 

But you never would have guessed. Never.

The elevator door opened with a soft chime, and Clymene stepped out in full battle gear, axe still strapped to her back for now. Her armor gleamed dull gray under the lights, and she smiled, teeth very white under her black mask. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, out of her way. 

"Oh look, more kids!" Her grin grew impossibly wider. "You kids should be with Hercules. I'll escort you as soon as I'm done with the traitor." Eyes like chips of blue ice settled on you, fury behind her grin, and you swallowed hard. 

You were so fucked.

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33 - Desirable Soulmates Evening

Part 34

Her Life Means Everything

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Entering the living room with the giant fireplace of the mansion I saw Nik sitting on the couch watching me. "Well I am pleased to see a smile grace that beautiful face after the sad days we've dealt with. Care to share why, Mads?"

He was right that ever since my mother's funeral it was rare to see me or my sister to smile. Sitting beside him on the couch staring up at him I giggled. "My sister decided to watch the twins tonight. So we have the entire evening to ourselves...to do whatever we want."

"That is tempting. So love what would the soon to be Mrs. Mikaelson wish to do?" He hummed, laying his right arm on the back of the couch staring at me with those deep blue eyes.

Avoiding his gaze for a second a thought crossed my mind. Since I was turned into a vampire I thought the soulmate bond would have disappeared. Yet I felt the twinge still inside my chest. On top of that my sister told me that I was apparently sired to Nik. The first day I drank blood she reminded me that's why I couldn't keep down animal blood. Only his blood or from the vein because he said so. "I want to see if the sire bond is real or at least if the soulmate bond is still there.

"I thought we agreed that I wouldn't force you to do anything, Maddie." He replied softly, staring at me.

Slumping my shoulders to my fiancé I knew he was trying to be nice but if I was asking he wasn't necessarily forcing me into it. "Nik, please. You wouldn't be forcing me. I'm asking so it's different."

"Tell me what you've feeling, Nik. What's your desire tonight?" I asked, smirking at him wrapping my arms around his neck climbing onto his lap.

His left hand goes to my hip while his right hand cradles my cheek in his hand. I let myself lean into his touch. Missing being able to be this close and simple with him. Ever since the twins were born it's like my life has turned upside down. "I want to kiss you...hold you like this...make love to you...and above all just treat you like the queen you are." He pressed his lips to mine, making me fall into his embrace.

"Let's get married...tomorrow." I mumbled in between kisses as his hand moved into my hair twisting his fingers into it. He moaned into the feeling when I started doing the same, making his hair a slight mess.

He bent his head down, starting to leave kisses up and down my neck. Throwing my head to the side I gasped gripping his hair in one and on the other hand I gripped his shirt in my fingers. "You're sister won't like such short notice..."

"It's not like she'll not figure it out..." Pulling his lips back down onto mine I cupped his face in my hands smiling. "She's had her whole wedding planned out since she was six."

Nik breaks the kiss showing me his hybrid eyes at me. Pulling my right hand back I used my thumb to trace the veins underneath his eyes. He parts his lips just watching my movements. "The first time I saw you like this I was terrified...but seeing it now. It makes you even hotter, Nik."

"Bloody hell, Mads..all you have to do is look at me like that and I'm almost weak to my knees. I can't stand it." He breathed out resting his forehead against mine. Moving my hands down his chest I played with his dog tags. "I want to draw you like this, Maddie.."

Lifting my head up a little if I could still blush as a vampire I would be a blushing mess right now. "Like Jack did for Rose on Titanic?"

"Well I don't know who those people are and I lived through that tragedy. But if it means I get to sketch you then yes." He replied a little snarky until I got to my feet offering me his hands vamping us into his art studio grinning ear to ear.

Klaus got his sketchbook waiting for me to enter the room. He was just wearing some pants and one of his gray long sleeve shirts. His hair is a little curly mess from our events a few moments ago. "I must admit I don't quite understand your fascination with such an event like the Titanic sweatshirt. It wasn't a good event in history."

"It's not so much the event, Nik. It hurts my heart and I will never understand how horrible it must have been for the ones who survived." I entered the room wearing only one of his tea shirts that was basically a dress on me. "But the movie characters Jack and Rose. They're just...epic. Every girl at one point must have wished they were Rose in that film. So just let me live out my little fantasy, please."

Nik waves his right hand shaking his head with a smile on his face directing me over to lay on the couch. "Tick tok Maddison or I'll have you in our bed before the evening is over." He teased a devilish smirk on his face.

"Like I didn't already know that, Nikky." I giggled pulling the shirt over my head letting my hair fall loose from its braid. Laying down on the couch I struggled to not laugh when I could see the urge in his blue eyes as he drew me. He was almost done by the time he dropped it on the ground vamping forward hovering above me.

He leans down, capturing my lips with his moaning into it when my hands flew up into his hair. His left hand runs through my hair while his right trails up my side. "Maddie, any work of art will not do you and your beauty justice. I could draw you like this a thousand times and still be baffled that you're mine."

Running my fingers through his locks letting my other hand move under his shirt tracing the tattoo on the front of his chest. He started breathing heavily, crashing his lips onto mine where I moaned into the kiss using my vamp speed flipping him on his back yanking his shirt over his head smirking down at him once I broke the heated kiss. "I love you, Nik. Now let's end this night together.."

Before I could blink my back hit the soft mattress of the bed with him hovering above me with a smirk on his lips. Closing my eyes for a brief moment I couldn't imagine that I was so worried about losing my virginity to him. Because now I enjoyed it far too much. "Tomorrow night I shall treat you like the queen you are, Maddie Forbes and every night after that..always and forever." He trailed off leaving kisses down my neck.

Throwing my head back against the pillows I giggled gripping his shoulders mumbling into his ear. "I love you, Klaus. Always and forever."

"Maddie, Klaus, I just had the greatest idea for our kids. Oh geez!" My sister enters the room covering her eyes with her freehand causing us to stop our current actions.

Klaus flopped on his back as I buried myself underneath the covers not expecting her to be home so soon. "Caroline, haven't you ever heard of knocking? We were right in the middle of a pleasant evening." He said, rolling over burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"Well I'm sorry but this idea I have is so great and it would hopefully help a lot of people. Especially kids." She sighed, removing her hand from her eyes. I could see it on her face that she was almost about to burst if she didn't tell us right now.

Shifting under the covers I looked at my twin knowing whatever it was it would be a big deal to her. "What's your idea, Care. Oh and Nik and I have decided on something."

"So I was watching the kids play today and I remember the school complaints about Lizzie and Josie..." She spun around on her feet grinning like it was Christmas. "I want to open a school for supernatural kids. To be a safe place for kids like yours and Ric's."

Nik sits up resting his hands on his knees underneath the covers glancing between me and my twin sister. "That's a brilliant idea, Caroline. In fact I'll give you some funding to help get it started."

"Thank you, Klaus. So Maddie, what do you think...and what's your news?" She clasped her hands together in front of her mouth, almost squealing.

Intertwining my hand with Nik's he lays his head against mine mirroring the same pure grin I have. "It's perfect Caroline...as for our news we were wanting to get married tomorrow."

"Are you two serious!" She slightly sounds annoyed but overjoyed over my news.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[brain-bumbler]

scoots into your ask box hi can i have some psychic!dion polycule hcs?

As if I ever shut up about them!

Gisu and Morris are the ones who get Dion to consider he might be psychic. His siblings or parents would make him spin off into denial. They can get him to ease down the defensiveness.

His powers don't present like Raz's and Frazie's, so he thinks he can't be psychic. But like being neurodivergent, there's plenty different ways for being psychic to show!

You think that when he gets to the Motherlobe, they don't haze him because they're dating? HahahaAHAHAHAHA

They tease him after while he grumbles and says he'll get back at them later. (He gets help from Tala and Queepie, bribed with sweets. Gisu and Morris don't stand a chance.)

Gisu and Morris tease the hell out of each other when they're together. They genuinely have a lot of fun. They're more calm around each other as they've known each other a long time.

Morris is the one who gets Gisu not to overwork herself too bad once they're adults, bring her back to her fun-loving core by dragging her outside or to the skate park.

Morris: Hello everyone, welcome to KLOB's favorite segment: Boy or Board? I'll share a quote and you have to guess if my lovely girlfriend Gisu said it to one of her partners, or about her skateboard. Here as our guest today is Lizzie Natividad.

Lizzie: the trick is it's always the skateboard.

Dion's family always knew he wasn't cis, but it wasn't really something they talked about- he felt he had to keep up traditions. But psychics are already used to being seen as weird. They don't care about anyone's gender presentation. The motherlobe ends up being the first place he publicly wears a skirt.

Even after getting his powers, he prefers to navigate with acrobatics.

Dion gets really bad migraines when his powers are starting to come out, so he often needs to sit in a dark room and relax. Morris plays music and podcasts really quietly so he doesn't go crazy from boredom.

Gisu devotes a lot of time to helping Dion unrepress his powers and deal with the symptoms. This is actually what inspires her to begin working on inventions to support repressed psychics. The official count of psychic people in the population nearly doubles as a result of her work once she's an adult and a full agent.

Morris writes many songs. The first one to become a big hit is a cheesy love song inspired by them both that he didn't plan to take off. Dion and Gisu rig it to play on the motherlobe speakers at least once a day.

[erigold13261]

transfem dion is awesome and good, but you know what else is fun and good? gnc transmasc dion. he may be a boy but it's his own definition of boy, and he's having fun with it

Heck yea! I still love the idea that he wears make up and his skills get even good enough to rival his mother's lol! Making his face look more masculine but also fine as hell!

He'd probably wear skirts at times and cook a bunch but still try to grow out a beard (oh him braiding his beard or dying it fun colors could also be really nice if he ever fully grows a beard which would take a long while!)

Um, I can't really think of anymore stuff that would be seen as GNC since I literally have a hard time knowing what is traditional conformity in societal roles other than the standard "men work and women take care of the kids" which wouldn't apply to the Aquatos in the first place as the whole family works and takes care of each other.

If anything the whole family is probably GNC all together as they don't play by society's rules since they are a circus. It helps that everyone around Dion is not judgmental, even the psychonauts wouldn't be judgy.

Experiencing bigots though for the first time, like the circus is having an extended stay or they settle down around the motherlobe for a while, would be rough for Dion. He'd probably wonder if he is weird for doing the things he does only for Augustus and Donatella to tell him "Yes, you are weird. But weird is good. It what makes us Aquatos!"

#psychonauts #eritalks #noart #asks #i am so sorry for not coming up with more #brain is a bit fried #and i wanted to answer this #as best as i can

[likeapray3r]

Last night I had a dream with one of my best friends from high school (who felt like a sister) and it was so odd. I had such a hard time sleeping all night but every time I went back and forth from wiggling around in a sweaty pile I would go back to a dream where we were so close again. There wasn't a language being spoken from what I can remember but there was so much being said regardless of what I can remember. I felt so eager to make it known that I will always care, and that the past is in the past. Our friendship was so special, but there was a lot of darkness attached to it. Sometimes I still blame myself for leaving it where it was, maybe I was cowardly, and maybe I couldn't sit and watch my best friend wither away from drugs and the kind of escapism that's too much for any 18 year old to know what to do with. Maybe I was selfish for not knowing what to do, and then in turn choosing myself. Maybe I knew meeting up and seeing my friend fucked up almost every day broke my heart (and it did). I wonder if she ever thinks of our friendship from time to time, between the abrasiveness, because I know I do. I heard from our mutual friend that she's now engaged which makes me so happy...I remember when she told me when she met him the first week of college, and I remember her showing me the rare seeds he gathered for her (he studied plants from what I can remember). She has always had a big heart, of course being a scorpio. All she ever wanted was to love, be loved, take care, and have her spot be held. I think partially our friendship became a bit of a trauma bond where we both dispelled angst and an itch to escape the cards dealt, and in time I cracked under the pressure. I went lukewarm, suddenly. I remember the pit I felt in my stomach when I realized maybe it would always be like that. That maybe to have her in my life meant to be ok with the glossed over eyes and the slow loss of a light from who I always knew. But it wasn't always like that. I knew she struggled. I wish I could've begged her to see how much better it could be, but I didn't. I loved our nonsensical pet names and I loved our late night pancakes/chili/vegan-slop in the city when it was way too late for the both of us. When I think of her I think about how badly I wish I could've changed the trajectory we had together. I miss taking turns blasting music in the car until we could barely hear anything other than our annoying sing-alongs and banter. I wish there was a timeline where I can lay everything out and take accountability for the space I held and still hold. But even in a life where that isn't possible I will always wish her the greatest in this life, because I know it's what she deserved. I hope the things that kept her low never touch her again. I hope the people around her see how great she is and treat her as such. There are some friendships that I hold the memory of forever and this is one of them I will never forget, as long as time allows. You don't get to meet people at a line of honesty and vulnerability often in this life. No matter what I saw I will always love her. In my dream I felt like I had a sister again, and someone who got it without much explanation. I should have answered her long-winded text years ago and I shouldn't have been selfish with my time, but I was. Maybe karma is also the space someone holds in your heart far after they've vacated. I don't mind it, she can have whatever room fits the best, even when she's gone. And she can bring a laptop to watch videos of that one obnoxiously hilarious Italian man on YouTube who sang Celine dion, lived a cheugy yet obscured lifestyle, who seemed to live on a boat? His lipgloss was always popping. How the hell did she ever find that guy? That’s exactly why I loved her

[evilpenguinrika]

Since being able to play ffxiv, I ended up making my hosie fankids because I Am Weak to character creation lol

But also since I created my hosie fankids here, it got me thinking about what jobs Hope and Josie would have (along with the kids too). So I'm going to put my musings here under the read more if anyone is interested lol

Additionally, the jobs I'll be writing below for the kids are the jobs I will be giving them in the game once I get to unlock it (they're currently in their base class right now and I gotta lvl them up to 30 and do some quests before that)

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Hope, even though she's a tribrid, I decided that she would have Dragoon as her job. I also did play around with the idea that her second job would be Red Mage since they use both magic and melee, but I definitely prefer the idea of her as a Dragoon way more. I mean, think about it, Hope with her lance/spear, jumping at great heights, and then plummeting down on her enemies to land hits? Hot.

For Josie, I was stumped between Black Mage or Blue Mage. Black Mage because that would be the obvious choice since it's a magic class. But Blue Mage was also appealing since Blue Mages--from what I've read--mimics the abilities of their enemies, and that felt really fitting since Josie is a Siphoner. However, I decided to stick with putting her as a Black Mage instead. It just felt better to me.

For the kids:

Lana is the first born between Hope and Josie and is a Tribrid like Hope, so my thought process for what job Lana would be is the same as Hope. I just think them being Dragoons is neat and totally not because I am biased lol (okay maybe I'm a little biased, but you cannot tell me Dragoons like Fang from ff13, Aranea from ff15, or even Dion from ff16 aren't badass as hell). Currently her base class is Lancer.

Hayley never inherited the magic genes and is a werewolf. So for her, I picked Monk for her job. She's a tough fighter and is always the one to rush into the front lines. Plus, with the training she got from Hope, Hayley is one powerful opponent. Plus, she has a mean right hook lol. So Monk made perfect sense for me when I chose her job. Currently her base class is Pugilist.

Jay was the same as Josie. Debated between Black Mage or Blue Mage, but I ultimately went with Black Mage foe him. I did think about picking a melee job for him since Jay is also an exceptional fighter when not using/relying on magic. But in the end, I decided to stick to my gut and keep him as a Black Mage. Currently his base class is Thaumaturge.

Leo is the last of my Hosie fankids! He was adopted by Hope and Josie after they found him scared and alone in an alley around Mystic Falls. He's also the only human in a family of supernaturals. He always felt like he's missing out in all the cool things because he's only human. Leo ends up learning about magic and can only create potions that don't require him to use magic or spells, only dumping and mixing ingredients and that's it. So anyways, I decided that with that logic, his job woukd be Scholar. As well as Summoner. Scholar because it would be the closest thing I'd think would fit with what he wants to achieve. And Summoner because I just think it'd be neat for him to be able to summon creatures. Plus, I honestly feel like Leo is just that personable to the point where he'd be befriending all sort of creatures (and giving Hope and Josie mild heart attacks when Leo comes home with a hell hound or something lmao). Currently his base class is Arcanist.

Edit: WAIT I NEED TO ADD ONE MORE THING FOR LEO! I think he'd also be great as an Astrologian as well!!!!!!! I mean I think that job fits pretty well, maybe more so than Summoner if I'm being honest.

Oh! And because Leo is adopted, I chose to give him a different race than the other three in the game. Lana, Hayley, and Jay are all Hyur and Midlander clan. When I was creating Leo, I originally wanted him to be an Au Ra Raen, but the shortest i could go for height was like. 5'7" or something? So I picked Miqo'te Seekers of the Sun instead and then I had a realization: Leo = Lion = Cats = Miqo'te. Unintentional Galaxy Brain lmaooo

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Anyways, that's it for my Hosie and Hosie fankids in the world of FFXIV musings lol

#hosie #hosie endgame #hosie fankids #eprika rambles #hosie ffxiv au

[duffy-is-daydreaming]

Aquato Family Frights (aka Halloween Circus rambles)

So this idea ended up being very popular in the Discord (seriously thank you guys that made my whole day 💙) and I decided to post it here! I was thinking about Aquatos being spooky and remembered the annual Halloween haunt at the fairgrounds near my childhood home, and what came out of the mix was a scenario in which the Aquato Family Circus collaborates with a Halloween fair to make a very immersive haunted circus attraction. Yes I know it is not Halloween season at all but as far as I’m concerned it is always the season for Halloween headcanons.

Like imagine some months after PN2 the Aquatos have started to make a low-level reputation in the local region because they’ve been sticking around in one place for a while and doing shows here and there in the area. And autumn rolls around and Augustus is doing a supply run in a nearby town, and he runs into one of the coordinators of this month-long Halloween event at the fairgrounds outside the nearest city. This guy offhandedly mentions that they have a circus-themed haunted house attraction that’s been getting less and less popular over the years, and Augustus immediately is like “Hey my whole family is an actual literal circus. Like we do this for a living and we know all the ins and outs, so if you need help reworking the attraction and making it more immersive then we would be more than happy to help.”

So they swap contact info and Augustus and Donatella end up going to meet with this guy and the other coordinators, and when they see that the Aquatos seriously know their stuff and can actually make it feel real, the manager of the whole thing is like “Idk what your schedule is for October but do you guys want to like?? come perform and stuff at the fair?? because we would love to have people like you and you could really make some money out of this”

More under the cut:

And of course the parents discuss it with the kids first (including Raz bc even if he’s not in the circus full time anymore he’s still one of them and they’re not going to exclude him from this opportunity), but there’s hardly any convincing necessary because these kids love Halloween. The idea of dressing up and using their talents to scare the shit out of people is the most delightful thing in the world to them, so it doesn’t take long at all for the whole family to meet the fair coordinators and work out the logistics.

They promote the hell out of it all through September, and of course Raz gets a bunch of people from the Motherlobe interested, including Lili and the interns. They too adore Halloween and have been dying to see the Aquatos fully in action, so they make a whole plan to visit the fair on Halloween night and see if Raz’s confidence that he can scare them out of their wits will pay off (spoiler alert, it totally does).

Come October, the haunted circus is back and better than ever. Augustus has a whole demonic ringmaster shtick (complete with subtle psychic flair, of course) and takes post at the entrance of the attraction to interact with the people in line and vaguely foreshadow what’s ahead of them. Dona is in the very next room dressed as a creepy living doll, dancing and singing around the stage with very elegant but very unsettling movements to set the mood. The overall lowkey beginning lulls the fairgoers into a false sense of security until they enter a mirror maze, wherein Dion and Frazie chase them around in full monster-themed cosmetics, letting out unholy screeches and laughter as they leap and bound after their targets. When the fairgoers finally get out of the room, they’re greeted by Mirtala and Queepie working as a team of undead children, stalking through the “backstage” segment that’s designed to be uncomfortably Wrong; shaking floors, swinging lights, crooked and broken beams, things like that. Finally the fairgoers approach what they think is the end, but it turns out to be a false exit, and waiting to use TK to block the way out and kill most of the lights is Raz, decked out as a ghost and pulling out all the stops to send the crowd scrambling through the curtains to find the real exit. When they finally make it outside, Nona is waiting to add the finishing “creepy old hag” touch, offering candy and ominous goodbyes as the thoroughly terrified fairgoers try to figure out who the fuck they just met.

Additional scenario rambles below:

The thought that makes me continuously lose my shit is of the interns getting past the beginning and entering the mirror maze, immediately having a dreadful sinking feeling that they may have underestimated the fear factor the Aquatos can bring, and then Gisu sees Dion slowly approaching from behind in the mirror and is like “.........hey babe.” And then he just fuckin cackles and breaks into a sprint and the entire group collectively starts screaming and running

Gisu reflexively shrieks and laughs when she’s consenting to being scared for fun and she cannot stop grinning for the entire experience. Meanwhile Adam is at the opposite end of the fear reflex spectrum and is attempting to hide behind a very entertained Morris, despite knowing that this will not be effective in any way whatsoever. He’s having fun deep down and will look back fondly on the event, he’s just not used to such an intense haunted house experience.

Morris himself is trying to lighten Adam’s mood by pointing out cool technical details of the sound effects and set design, and it kind of works until they get to the backstage segment. Morris is then constantly distracted by looking for his main man Queepie in the shadows, and his determination to get caught by the spooky baby is very counterproductive to Adam’s goal of not doing that.

Norma goes in like “I’m not afraid of Razputin and his weird family. I’m so tough and nothing they do can scare me.” And then Frazie drops from the ceiling in the mirror maze and lets out the unholiest sound, and Norma is struck with an emotion she can only describe as “fearing for my life but in lesbian”

Lizzie is vibing and having a great time getting spooked, and she fully plans to use the fact that Norma will not stop clinging to her for the remainder of the haunt as sisterly blackmail. Sam is also having a great time but in the sense that rather than avoid the scary acrobats, she tries to casually talk to them during the experience. It’s going great until they run into Raz when they least expect it, and Sam is so taken off guard that she just grabs Gisu’s hand and books it. Gisu will not let her live it down ever and neither will Raz.

Lili has never actually been in a haunted house before. As tough as she is, and as much as she enjoys being around the Aquatos, Augustus’ act does unsettle her quite a bit because she didn’t know he could Do That. Truman offers to go with her, and they end up having a fun bonding experience as the two of them make their way through the haunt together, encouraging each other and holding hands when necessary. By the time they get to the end, Lili is genuinely delighted by the experience, and while Truman is still shaken by the realization that the Aquatos can be fucking terrifying when they want to be, he’s mostly just excited to be spending time with his daughter.

Milla, Sasha, and Hollis all go in together, and while they’re definitely aware that the Aquatos are a tough bunch, they’re not expecting the incredible horror show awaiting them. However, they almost forget to actually go through the rest of the haunt because they’re all immediately mesmerized by Donatella. All of them are a little bit weak for Spooky Pretty Lady and they end up spending 15 minutes just watching her dance and sing. Dona finds this not only hilarious, but also incredibly endearing, and she feels very appreciated by the time the agents finally go into the next room. She resists the urge to laugh when she hears her son start shrieking like a banshee, followed by the sound of Sasha swearing loudly in German.

The Psychic Seven (except for Lucy obviously because she’s part of the attraction) all go to the fair together for a fun group outing. Compton elects to sit out the haunted house because it’s really not his thing, but Cassie stays out with him so he’s not all by himself, and they manage to sneak around to the end of the attraction and just vibe with Lucy until the others get out. Helmut makes a whole show out of defending Bob from the frights, but Bob is actually having a lot of fun and loves watching Mirtala and Queepie do their creepy kids gimmick. To everyone’s surprise, Otto is actually the most scared of all of them, and Ford can’t help laughing every time Otto starts yelling and grabbing someone’s arm because something mundane is spooking him again. As all of this is happening, Frazie telepathies Raz as soon as she notices Ford in the maze, and Raz just smiles, waiting in the shadows to make his move.

On that note, the Aquatos themselves are having the time of their lives. They haven’t had this kind of a crowd in years, and the kids are having fun together in a way that Augustus and Donatella haven’t seen in far too long. After every show night, they get hot chocolate and snacks (for free because they have the perks of working there) and sit by one of the fire pits to talk about their favorite moments of the night. Nona tells spooky folklore stories from Grulovia, Augustus adds his flair, and Dona cuddles her kids, both to keep them warm and indulge herself in the reminder that her family turned out alright after all.

A few days after the fair ends, when Augustus and Dona go into town together for groceries, someone actually recognizes them and asks if they’re performing anywhere else anytime soon. It isn’t until after the interaction has ended that the two of them stop, turn to look at each other, and realize that people are talking about the Aquato Family Circus.

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #psychonauts spoilers #psychonauts headcanons #the aquato family #razputin aquato #augustus aquato #donatella aquato #dion aquato #frazie aquato #mirtala aquato #queepie aquato #nona aquato #lucrecia mux #aquato family circus

[chifuyuzu]

leap of faith — sano manjiro x reader.

word count — 1.3k.

genre — fluff fluff fluff, i love sweet mikey.

contains — cursing, timeskip SPOILERS present, reader is gender neutral.

description — sano manjiro is in love with you, and he realizes how much he loves you at the ass crack of fuckin' dawn.

author's note — hey besties, this is my first published fic here, kinda short but mikey brain rot is heavy. i hope you enjoy this cute fic before i rip your hearts out with some angst in a few days :^) reblogs and likes are always appreciated! and please give me feedback in my inbox! hehe, enjoy.

“it’s late.”

you know. but you still wanted to hear the sound of his voice before bed.

“mm… i missed ya’, is that a crime?” your voice echos through the receiver, the sound of your duvet crinkling in the background as you shift in place. sano manjiro was a busy man. always has been, always will be. being the leader of a biker gang was never easy—let alone some “new age” criminal organization.

you didn’t understand why manjiro persisted to play this game of russian roulette with his life. but it was never your place to overstep, especially since this was his life. it was all he knew, all he understood. you’re not sure what he’s doing, or if he’s even allowed to talk on the phone at this hour, but you still wanted to hear him. just so you know he’s alive and well.

you hear him chuckle, the sound of his feet scurrying against whatever floor his sandals were clacking against. the background noise that accompanied him earlier has dissipated; you realized he probably went outside to hear you better.

“your crime is loving a fool like me way too much. don’t think you’re sane.” he’s right. you’re actually crazy for even pursuing him. there was a lot of push and shove in the beginning, both parties scared of being hurt and getting hurt. but you were always there, even when manjiro went through whatever darkness was eating at his soul.

“crazy for you.”

“corny.”

“you love me.”

a pause. eerie enough to send shivers down your spine. why wasn’t he responding? did something happen? did you smother him too much? is he regretting—

“marry me.”

… not what you were expecting. especially not over the phone.

“sano manjiro, did you just propose over the phone? what kind of shitty rom-com are we in?”

“is that a no?”

“... never said that.” you wanted to marry him. but you wanted him to put that lifestyle behind, for the sake of the family you might have in the future. kids, dogs, cats, etcetera. you wanted him to be in, one hundred percent. but you knew he was too deep into this world to run now—especially since he’s so well-known as the ‘invincible mikey.’ you still longed for a happy home with manjiro, and a normal life.

“maybe you’re right. it’s not my style to ask you this over the phone.”

“try again later. when you’re really ready.”

the gag is, he is ready.

manjiro hurries home, blond locks hidden underneath a thin, black hoodie. he’s shaking, like a pomeranian in the presence of fireworks. his hand meets the left side of his chest, back pressed up against the grey colored wall of your shared apartment as he slides down to sit on the floor. it was four in the morning, and manjiro was about to shit himself.

he gulps, eyes peering around for you, double checking that you were fast asleep before he makes a phone call. his fingers tapped the back of his iphone, impatiently waiting for the other caller to answer. though it was the crack of dawn, he still needed some moral support.

“mikey? fuck you callin’ for at this hour? haven’t heard from you in mo—”

“ken-chin. i’m proposing.”

a loud ‘flop’ rang through the receiver, accompanied by the bedsheets seemingly slipping underneath draken’s feet. it was a huge bomb to drop, especially when the duo has been separated for months on end. manjiro hears more shuffling, followed by a few curses. “you’re fucking lying. the one you’ve been one since—?”

“yeah. i’m crazy as hell. but i love them. head over heels. i’m a goddamn simp.”

“why the hell am i the first to know, man?”

“you’re m’best friend, even if i need to stay away from you. and, also… you’re not the first to know. i asked them already.”

“you WHAT? don’t fuckin’ tell me you did it some dumb way like over the pho— you did. you’re impulsive enough to do it like that, too.” regardless of how long it’s been, draken still knows and understands manjiro like nothing ever happened.

“yeah… not romantic. but i can’t see myself with anyone else. i trust no one else. but i… am…”

“scared? man, you’re the head of a criminal organization. ‘course you’re scared. you don’t want the love of your life… to get hurt…” his voice trails off and manjiro’s heart tenses even more. the memories of the past still felt fresh. all the people they lost in tokyo manji… could never be replaced. not in a million years.

but the living must live.

“i love y/n. never felt like this before. i’d quit everything. but i would have to make sure they’re safe and whatever future we have together is secure. i know i promised takemichi that i’d protect everyone and that future he worked so hard to save… but what about mine?”

manjiro really did sacrifice everything for his friends. being the type of person who carries everyone else’s burdens takes a toll on his mental. he felt selfish for wanting to leave it all behind. but maybe being selfish was beneficial once in a while.

“listen—”

“do you think i’m stupid?”

“mikey. you’re not stupid,” draken sighs, shuffling again in place. “you just want to love someone and be loved in return. nothin’ stupid about that. what is stupid though, is you proposing over the damn phone.”

he’s not wrong. it was a spur of the moment decision that could drastically change his life forever. but with you, he doesn’t care. as long as you’re his, forever.

“how do you think i should do it?”

“well. i guess, tell me some sappy shit. how do you feel about them, and whatnot.”

“i don’t think i could ever imagine me with anyone else. a lot of people have tried to grab my attention but i only have eyes for y/n. sometimes when shit gets real hard…” manjiro takes a deep sigh, fingers threading through his hair, tilting back the hood to let it fall onto his back. “i think of y/n and i remember that even in this shit world, someone is here for me. someone cares about me. they make me feel like i’m not alone anymore.

i have dreams ‘bout us, y’know? me and y/n… kids running around. a little mikey clone. pissin’ them off because we want little flags on our meals. going to the park and letting kids be kids. maybe i’ll teach ‘em at a dojo like gramps did for me and my siblings. maybe i’ll teach ‘em about bikes—with your help, of course.”

draken laughs, letting his friend continue his little speech as he gets comfortable in bed again. don’t think i’ve ever seen mikey like this, ever, draken muses.

“man, we can own a whole zoo if we wanted. chifuyu could hook us up, in secret, of course. still have to protect everyone,” manjiro is grinning from ear to ear, head resting against the wall. “i wanna grow old with them. honestly, i didn’t think i’d make it to my twenties. more so, i didn’t want to live past twenty-something. but now… things are different. wanna be old and gray. see grandkids terrorize our children. die together.”

the tension in manjiro’s chest has faded away, only left with warmth that only you could bring him. his free hand reaches into his pocket to fumble with a small box, snapping it open to reveal the engagement ring his grandfather handed down to him.

he wasn’t the marrying type. but for you, he was.

“that all? you sound good like that, man. make an exception and let us come to the wedding.”

manjiro wants that more than anything. his friends, you... all safe. all happy. but again, the fear creeps up. he doesn’t know what to do with himself if any of you get hurt.

“... how do i tell y/n that?”

“you already have.” your voice makes him jump, knocking the velvet box out of his fingers and onto the hardwood floor. his face pales, followed by a huge lump forming at his throat when he sees your figure emerge from your shared bedroom.

“i-uh… i thought you were a-asleep.” manjiro mumbles, earning a huge laugh from draken on the other side. he hears him say something along the lines of ‘my cue to leave. good luck. send me an invite.’

“i was waiting for you.” 

he’s sweating now, a small bead forming at the base of his neck. his phone is now at his side, the screen flashing from draken’s caller id to the lockscreen photo of you on your first date together, a few years back. your eyes zone into the box, though.

“i was going to do this… better. god, i fucked up, huh?”

you’re laughing now, rubbing your tired eyes before you join him near the wall, picking up the box. “what makes you think that, dummy?”

now he’s confused. you wanted him to ask when he was serious, but in his head, serious meant rose petals, candles, someone singing celine dion in the distance.

without a word, you slip the ring onto its appropriate finger, holding up to the small rays of sunlight that peaked through the window from the approaching sunrise. manjiro’s hands fly up to your face, holding his whole world in his hands. his eyes are shiny, on the brink of tears. you nudge your noses together, foreheads connecting tenderly. your hands hooked onto the hem of his hoodie, bringing his frame closer as you whisper a soft ‘yes.’

“yes?”

“yes, i’ll marry you.”

manjiro’s lips curl up into the silliest grin you’ve ever seen him sport, before he presses a soft kiss to your lips. now he’s kissing you quite desperately. as if he’s trying to make sure you’re real, that this isn’t a dream. you feel his words vibrate against your lips, “gonna make you so happy, i promise. i love you. i love you so, so much.”

“forevermore.”

“forever yours.”

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