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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years

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Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 8

Cult girl and Hannibal go through an exhaustive list of potential adoptive couples.

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Trigger warning: sexual harassment, christianity, discussion of pregnancy and family planning, adoption, murder and cannibalism

Step two: find an adoptive family.

Some would say your list of expectations for potential adoptive parents was too extensive. Impossible for any human to reach. But it was really just the bare minimum.

Regardless of if they were two men, two women, one of each, or a few people, the parents had to be trustworthy. It wasn't easy to earn Hannibal's trust, but he could recognize those who had the capacity to right away. It was a little instinct you had dubbed 'friend or food'.

On paper, the apostolic pastor and his wife of 19 years seemed like the perfect candidates. The adoption agency tried to push them on you, as they had a great track record with adopting from them prior. Three boys, all of which were honors students.

Hannibal insisted on a formal introduction, during which you could conduct a proper, though surreptitious, interview. It was an invitation to dinner.

He invited the couple into his office, where a pot of tea and an interrogation was waiting for them. Then there was you. Barely-pregnant little [F/N], feeling entirely safe so long as your fiancé was beside you.

"You're doing the right thing, y'know." The woman, who introduced herself as Mrs. Landon, said upon meeting you.

"How do you mean?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

"All god's life is precious." She said, placing a hand on your not-even-remotely-showing-yet stomach. "You're walking in obedience to the lord by giving this child a shot at life."

Strike one: bringing up religion unprompted. Strike two: touching me without asking first.

You wanted to swat her hand away, but remembered that patience was a virtue. She and her husband took a seat across from you.

"Y'know," The man began, his mannerisms eerily similar to those of his wife. "I don't usually begin with the god talk, but I think a higher power had to have been involved in the conception of this- well, our child. I'd like to think the good lord brought us together today."

Strike three: already believes he is entitled to my child. You're outta here.

"Don't flatter the adoption agency like that, Jacob." Hannibal chuckled, placing his teacup on the side table.

"I'm serious, Dr. Lecter." Jacob interjected. "Faith and I really do believe that god put us on this earth to prepare his smallest soldiers for the spiritual war."

You shot Hannibal a side glance that said 'can we please just eat them now?'.

The answer was no. Hannibal liked to play with his food.

"And your adult children have all moved out?" He asked.

"That's right." Jacob nodded. "We have plenty of room in our five-bedroom house for the new little slugger to run around in."

"And if it's a girl!" The wife interrupted. "We have enough closet space for all the denim maxi-skirts money could buy."

Strike four: arbitrarily genders the behavior of a nine-week-old embryo.

The man then returned the teacup to the table, not bothering to use the saucer and instead leaving a nasty ring of condensation on the polished mahogany.

"Okay." Hannibal huffed, resignedly rising from his seat. He pulled two hypodermic needles from his back pocket and carefully, subtly stuck them onto the couples' necks. They couldn't even scream.

The tacos al pastor that followed (after a few days of marinating, of course) were exquisite.

The next week brought a new couple to your doorstep. Frank and Angela, they were named. Their claim to fame was that their oldest son played football for one of those big southern party schools. Either Auburn or Alabama. There was hardly a difference.

You sat for what felt like hours listening to the man speak in unintelligible football babble, waiting for him to take a breath. Surprisingly, it was the mom who got him to finally shut up.

"Frank, please." She said with more frustration than this one situation even remotely warranted. Either she had enough intuition to know she was being tested, or she’d spent the last decade putting up with this. Possibly both. "You're boring our hosts to death."

"What? No way! She loves it!" Frank replied, then turned to you. Not to Hannibal, just you. “Aren’t you having a great time, sweetheart?”

Strike one: takes advantage of the female socialization to be passive and polite, allowing himself to take up the most space.

You shook your head. “I hate football.”

His wife looked quite pleased with herself.

“Angie, I just wanted her to know what good breeding her son is going to have.” He said, without a lick of irony or self-awareness. He eyed you up and down and licked his lips. “And it is mutual, I see.”

The room went quiet as everyone tried to determine whether he was serious or if it was just a fucked-up joke. The longer the silence lingered, the more you realized he wasn’t kidding. Angela looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“I don’t know what the agency told you, Mr. Wyatt,” Hannibal said, trying not to grit his teeth. “She isn’t a surrogate. She’s already pregnant.”

Frank’s jaw hung dumbly open. “I thought you were looking for a sperm donor? I just-”

“No.” You cut him off, raising your hand and covering your face. “I don’t want to know what you thought.”

“Well, I would!” Angela interjected, righteous fury eclipsing what should have been crippling embarrassment. “What exactly did you think this was, Francis?”

“The file said that he was over fifty, so I just assumed--” Frank rationalized, his voice far too loud for the room. “Y’know? That she wanted a baby that wouldn’t come out all funny-looking?”

“You’re disgusting.” You blurted out.

“Francis Howard Wyatt,” Angela scolded as if she were talking to her son. “You are forty-eight and the only increasing part of your body is your blood pressure. Why on Earth would any woman choose you over her smart, handsome doctor fiancé?”

This made Hannibal sit up a little straighter. He wanted Francis on the butcher’s block yesterday, but he momentarily considered letting Angela live.

“They’re not married?” Frank whispered, or whatever the loud-aggressive-toxic-masculinity version of whispering was. He paused, as the dead hamster on the wheel powering his brain crept back to life. “That actually makes sense.”

Angela loudly smacked her hand against her face. “Dr. Lecter, Ms. [L/N], I am so sorry.”

“It’s quite alright, Mrs. Wyatt.” Hannibal stood up, readying the next batch of needles. “It just makes what I’m about to do easier.”

It took quite a bit of restraint to not make their deaths hurt, but he made up for it when it came time to carve. He had fun running his fittingly small penis through a meat grinder. Not with any intent to cook it, though. Just because.

Hannibal wanted to make Francis Wyatt into the least dignified meal imaginable. You quickly recalled going to a friend’s barbeque in Georgia and encountering a horrendously Southern delicacy known as Frito Pie. You proposed the idea to Hannibal, who, after reviling in abject horror at the notion of eating something out of a bag, agreed that it was the most fitting end. He could spare a few pounds of flesh to grind up and make into chili.

The third week brought yet another couple. They seemed smart enough to realize your invitation wasn't the friendly olive branch the others had interpreted it as. Their healthy skepticism was refreshing, to say the least. Then, you met them: Max and Archie.

"You'll have to forgive my partner's paranoia." Max said upon entering the house. He tugged playfully at Archie's hand. "We watched Get Out recently, so an invitation to the suburbs sounded some alarms in his sleep-deprived brain."

"I love that movie." You chimed in. "It reminds me of my family."

"Oh no." Archie's eyes widened in only half-pretend fear. He shot an I-told-you-so look in his partner's direction.

"But my favorite horror flick has to be Midsommar." You added. "My friends and I saw a midnight screening and we didn't sleep at all that night."

"But have you seen Hereditary?" Archie posited.

"Of course." You shrugged. "Aster is totally genius."

You made more than just polite conversation with the couple. Max, despite his young age, was a skilled data analyst and day trader. He attributed his success to the hard work of his immigrant parents. Archie was an environmental lawyer and land activist. He was also a bit of a thrill junkie, indulging in everything from scary movies to bungee jumping.

It didn't take long to realize that you wouldn't be eating them. They were far too pleasant of company to eat.

"So when is this baby planning to make its entrance?" Archie asked, gesturing to you. "You don’t look all that pregnant to me."

You put your hand over your slightly-protruding stomach. "Late August, I believe. If everything goes according to plan."

"You're not far along at all, aren’t you?" Max observed. "That gives us plenty of time to prove ourselves to you."

"Believe me." You put up your hand. "You're doing a great job so far."

“If you like horror stories, we might have to indulge you in the last two encounters we had.” Hannibal commented, leaning back comfortably in his chair. That was a good sign. “No blood was spilled, thank god. Would have ruined my carpets. But believe me when I tell you it came very close.”

The couple laughed along. Archie leaned in like he was about to tell a life-shattering secret. “You wouldn’t believe the hoops we had to jump through to even have the chance to adopt. And I don’t want to say that it’s because we’re an interracial gay couple, but...”

“Agencies aren’t exactly colorblind.” You finished, via his prompting.

“She gets it.” Archie pointed to you. “See, Maxie? She agrees with me.”

Max pushed his glasses up his nose. “I never said I disagreed.”

You spent the rest of the afternoon waiting for the conversation to take a sharp left turn off a cliff, but it didn’t happen. They were wonderful company; polite, intelligent and articulate. Exactly the kind of people you’d want to see taking care of your child.

You’d have to look for you next meal elsewhere.

#hannibal #hannibal x reader #hannibal x you #hannibal lecter x you #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #cult girl #cult girl 2 #cult girl doctorate

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barschter000 · 3 years

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OWOWOW MY FANGAN

THANK YOU SO MUCH AT EVERYONE WHO IS INTERESTED IN THIS SERIOUSLY YOU CAN'T BELIEVE HOW HAPPY THAT MAKES ME MY HANDS ARE SHAKING (that's also why it took so long to post this akhdjwjs)

Baiko Omori – Ultimate Lucky Student

"My name is Baiko Omori, I am here as the Ultimate Lucky Student. The pleasure of meeting you is mine, my dear friends! There are actually quite many things that I'm talented at and hopefully, this academy helps me find my 'true Ultimate.'"

Birthday: March 11th (Pisces)

Blood Type: A+

Height: 165cm / 5'4”

Weight: 67kg / 148lbs

Likes: vintage 50s music, street food, grocery shopping

Dislikes: cockroaches, the smell of gasoline, betrayal

Baiko never means harm as he values life over everything else. He is friendly and considerate, always smiling. He offers help where he can, sometimes coming off as intrusive but never does something that would put him at a disadvantage. He has the habit of calling everyone his “dear friend” and is in general, quirky and a little detached from normality. When you're around him, you can't help but feel like there's something off but Baiko is too nice for you to bring that up.

Ei Hagakure – Ultimate Ghost Whisperer

"Name's Ei Hagakure, Ghost Whisperer. Sup? My gramps went to this school back in his days. Sadly didn't inherit his spiritual powers, so guess I'll substitute with a bit of science."

Birthday: April 29th (Taurus)

Blood Type: B+

Height: 177cm / 5'8”

Weight: 57kg / 126lbs

Likes: bad television shows, abandoned buildings, the pizza they have on Wednesday at her university's cafeteria

Dislikes: family fights, doctor's appointments, olives

Ei is a laid-back young scientist that leaves the world of academics in wonder at her more or less successful inventions. Her greatest goal is to prove the existence of ghosts based on scientific findings. Despite Ei's grand ambitions, she is relaxed and calm and just weird enough to get along with almost everybody.

Hideaki Yukiyama – Ultimate Mathematician

"Yukiyama Hideaki, Hideaki Yukiyama, Mathematician and the Ultimate at that! This class looks pretty alright so far. You shitwits seem like the type a smart boy like me can have fun with, hehe."

Birthday: May 2nd (Taurus)

Blood Type: 0+

Height: 156cm / 5'1”

Weight: 62kg / 137lbs

Likes: the feeling of chalk, messy notes, his own laugh

Dislikes: boredom, sitting straight, school uniforms

Contrary to what his talent might lead you to believe, Hideaki is actually a brat. Constantly in the search for mischief and entertainment, he likes to ridicule and annoy others. His genius lies hidden in his complicated speech and spectacular knowledge that he uses to confuse the people around him. All negativity and criticism towards his character simply bounces off him. It is not easy to befriend him as he believes that friends hinder him but deep down, he wishes for someone to get through his irritating personality to know him better.

Ichini – Ultimate Robotics Engineer

"My model's name is 1.2, that's Ichini for you. Ultimate Robotics Engineer. Be prepared to have that weirded-out look wiped off your faces, meatbags! Someday I'll drown this world in chaos and rule humanity with my machines!"

Birthday: August 13th (Leo)

Blood Type: 0-

Height: 210cm / 6'8”

Weight: 132kg / 291lbs

Likes: the smell of electricity, children's' shows, energy drinks

Dislikes: being photographed, asparagus, humanity

Ichini is a mean cyborg that has rejected humanity and all its aspects. Xe thinks xemself superior to everyone around xem because they are still human and will not survive the overthrow of the machines that xe is planning. Despite xir large, armed metal body though, Ichini is all bark, no bite and wishes to be more courageous and confident in xir choices.

Jun Nagao – Ultimate Escapologist

"My name is Jun Nagao, I'm the Ultimate Escapologist. There's nothing much about me, really. Sorry."

Birthday: September 25th (Libra)

Blood Type: AB-

Height: 171cm / 5'6”

Weight: 63kg / 139lbs

Likes: flower bouquets, art from the Romantic era, freshly laundered clothes

Dislikes: skin tight clothing, reading out loud, overcrowded subways

After his face was paralysed in a kidnapping incident, Jun has adopted the perception of him being emotionless and cold. As he usually dismisses others and their feelings, Jun is a loner. Because his talent stems from his continued abductions, he finds it distressing to be enrolled at Hope's Peak Academy but accepts his fate to ensure his own safety.

Kaida Tsutsumi – Ultimate Stock Broker

”Kaida Tsutsumi... Ultimate Stock Broker... That is all.”

Birthday: January 9th (Capricorn)

Blood Type: AB-

Chest: 82cm / 32”

Height: 153cm / 5'0”

Weight: 58kg / 128bs

Likes: coffee, Paganini, listening to the rain while falling asleep

Dislikes: the cold, bitter coffee, wool sweaters

Kaida is a small and timid girl, so shy that it is hard to imagine that she works at the stock market. Kaida is great with numbers and probabilities and rather spends time with diagrams and prices than with people. She only speaks as much as necessary and gives her answers clear and direct. Because of her reluctance to talk about herself, she is mostly seen alone but will get extremely attached to you the moment you show that you acknowledge her. It feels like she holds a secret that she can't reveal.

Kyo Kido – Ultimate Horror Author

"My name's Kyo. Uh, Kyo Kido, that's probably how you know me. I'm the Ultimate Horror Author? I'd offer to give out some autographs but my hands are kinda shaking right now cuz– Wow– Hope's Peak, y'know! So it's gonna look kinda ugly, ahah."

Birthday: November 21st (Scorpio)

Blood Type: 0+

Height: 180cm / 5’9”

Weight: 79kg / 174lbs

Likes: romance novels, romantic comedies, the clacking sound of typewriters

Dislikes: ink stains on his hand, sharp pencils, soup

Kyo is really just a normal teenager with a knack for writing; at least, that's what he believes. Like every other teenager, he is a little awkward and shy and, in contrast to his talent, not at all scary. However, Kyo's books manage to evoke such terror in his readership that it's dubbed and loved as 'Kido's curse'. Kyo is flattered but honestly can't handle the fame.

Maxis von Läuterbach – Ultimate Knight

"My name is Maxis von Läuterbach, wielding the title of the Ultimate Knight. It is not often that you see someone as wondrous as me, so my lieges, I am ever at your service."

Birthday: June 21st (Gemini)

Blood Type: AB-

Height: 182cm / 5'9"

Weight: 75kg / 165lbs

Likes: stained glass windows, historic castles, Belgian pralines

Dislikes: blisters, ignorance, ill-behaved children

Growing up surrounded by ruins of glorious pasts and with the wish to set themself off from their peers, Maxis chose to walk the path backwards and do everything in their power to become a historically accurate knight. Unfortunately, Maxis had miscalculated and noticed that a knight lives to serve, not to be served but there is no turning back now.

Shiori Ishimaru-Owada – Ultimate Team Captain

"I'm Shiori Ishimaru-Owada, proudly bearing the title of the Ultimate Team Captain! I'm excited to get along with y'all! Honestly, I don't really know why I'm at this academy, but as long as I make my Dads proud, I'm probably doing the right thing!"

Birthday: December 14th (Sagittarius)

Blood Type: AB+

Height: 185cm / 6'0”

Weight: 79kg / 174lbs:

Likes: racing games, exercise, cooking

Dislikes: reading, hospital stays, basements

Shiori is an intense and upbeat girl. She is a capable leader with strong beliefs that she defends well and at times, imposes on others without noticing. While not being truly talented at a singular sport, she has tried out many things and has always effortlessly attracted a group of allies around her, no matter where she went. She is kind and motivational and, strange for a teenage girl, very attached to her parents.

Tamae Shiroma – Ultimate Whistleblower

"I'm Tamae Shiroma, Ultimate Whistleblower. Pleasure. Before I get any complaints later: Know who you're talking to, alright?"

Birthday: May 21st (Gemini)

Blood Type: B+

Height: 159cm / 5'2”

Weight: 73kg / 161lbs

Likes: hot baths, spicy food, her sister

Dislikes: reality TV, sugary food, caterpillars

Famous for her small but well-placed leaks, Tamae is the tiny thorn in the side of many politicians. In the shithole that she considers the world, Tamae tries to find the truth as painful as it may be to some. She is wary and never fully trusts anyone, knowing that how dirty people play for their achievements. While talking to her, it always seems like she knows more than you've told her. That is probably true. At the cost of her anonymity, she is attending Hope's Peak where she is promised security. Her talent is her duty, whether she is happy with it or not.

Etsuya Iwata – Ultimate Opera Singer

"My name is but fleeting. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, a song of any other melody would sound as fine. For now, call me Etsuya Iwata, forever I am the Ultimate Opera Singer. Allow me to bring pleasure to your ears, my darlings!"

Birthday: July 9th (Cancer)

Blood Type: B-

Height: 174cm / 5'7”

Weight: 65kg / 143lbs

Likes: being on stage, tea, sightseeing

Dislikes: having to keep secrets, incompetence, boring drama

Etsuya is a charming lad that likes to bathe in the spotlight. He comes from renowned music schools and stages and he is aware the extend of his talent such as his vocal range, performance abilities, musical expertise or the languages he is fluent in. However, Etsuya is not arrogant, he rather aims to make people happy with his performances. It's easy to fall for his appeal and compliments but it's just as easy to notice that he is moody and picky and overall dramatic, and terrible at lying.

Rokuro Nakatani - Ultimate Fraud

"Rokuro Nakatani, sixth son of my generation. This school calls me the Ultimate Fraud yet there's no actual evidence for this claim. I fear they might have given me that title based on my sisters who were arrested for theft and forgery. Well, these are only two of my eight siblings, black sheeps aren't uncommon, right?"

Birthday: April 14th (Aries)

Height: 167cm / 5'6"

Weight: 66kg / 146lbs

Likes: lucky charms, rabbits, looking stylish

Dislikes: noisy places, manual labor, seaweed

Rokuro comes from a family of forgers and grew up in criminal ranks with limited contact to a normal life. He is used to being assessed and given a value and, just like everyone else in his clan, is a perfectionist through and through. His talent, artistic skills and his eye for detail all came naturally to him without much effort. Rokuro is the poster child of his family, earning him prestige and confidence but also pressure and envy from his parents and siblings. Towards others, he is condescending and belittling. Despite his standing in the Nakatani family and with his crafting abilities at hand, Rokuro often wonders if there is a way for him to create something original.

Miyoko Iwata – Ultimate DJ

"Miyoko Iwata, Ultimate DJ! The lil' hodgepodge I'm wearin' on my face isn't actually a laser or sumthin', it just helps me see. So no worries, I don't bite! Or at least, not that often."

Birthday: July 9th (Cancer)

Blood Type: B+

Height: 172cm / 5'6"

Weight: 68kg / 152lbs

Likes: bass, crowds, playing violin

Dislikes: the quiet, being lonely, salty instant meals

Miyoko is a young music producer that is known for her remixes and features and grew her large international fanbase through social media. With how many experiences she has made in so little time, she has matured quickly and developed a sort of maternal protection over those she holds dear. However, that protection often slips into violence. Miyoko lashes out and threatens people, sometimes pulling the knife she carries on her. There seems to be something hidden underneath her visor and neon clothes that Miyoko doesn't wish to talk about. She says that she is looking for something.

#fanganronpa #fangan #fangan oc

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ihopethisendswell · 3 years

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How do you deal with it?

Summary: Leon asks Alexis a personal question.

Notes: inspired by this post. Felt that these two would have this talk, given similar but still different situations. Aka: fluffy sunrise with a pinch of angst ft. Oblivious Alexis.

Postwick is nice. It reminds him of home really. Back in Unova. The grassy fields, the open area, the fresh southern air; yeah it reminds him of home all right. So much so that he couldn't help but watch the sunrise from the roof top. Totally not because he had another nightmare.....

Okay maybe, but it's better than just wallowing in himself, yeah? Besides, it wasn't too bad this time. It was just....not great.

But enough about that. He's gotta sunrise to enjoy, and nothing is gonna stop that. Nothing at all-

" Psst! Alex!" Leon's hushed voice calls from below. Looking down, Alexis see's a pajama ridden Leon, with Charizard slippers to boot. Because of course Leon would have Charizard slippers.

" Lee? What are you doing up?" Alexis asks, as Leon climbs his way up on the roof( was that later always there? That would save him so much time-)

" I would ask you the same thing," Leon questions back. He's deflecting.

" Just felt like it,"But he is no better.

Once he's on the roof, Leon plops right down next to him, enjoying the sunrise along side him. Alexis hopes Aunt Cheyenne doesn't think that they're burglars or something. That would be awkward.

So now the two are just sitting there. On the roof. Enjoying the sunrise before them. Well, trying to. Alexis can't help but notice how fidgety Leon is. Awkward even. Though he can't blame him. The bare roof isn't the most comfortable of places to sit. And his face. The man looks like he just woke up, and terribly at that. His eyes didn't shine the way the usually do, which, yeah, could be because he just woke up, but this seems more....troubled. Like something is on his mind. Something bad. Something tormenting him, taunting even. Almost like-

" You had a nightmare," the words come out before he can even think. Dumbass.

" Huh?!"

"W-well, I mean-" shit, he really messed up, " The look on your face! I- I don't know, it's just reminds me of how I feel?" Alexis stutters, not really sure if he's salvaging the moment. Leon's expression says no.

" How did you- I mean, no I just-"

"Hey, it's fine! You don't have to explain anything! I'm sorry I caught you off guard..." Leon is silent for a moment, before giving a short nod.

Things are silent again between them. It's the same as before, but the tension is heavy. He should say something. Should he say something? He opened his mouth once and it lead to shit. But he knows that it's no good bottling things up. Arcues, he knows. So maybe just....keep things small.

" Okay, this is gonna be very hypocritical of me, but,um....do you wanna talk about it?"

For another moment, Leon is silent, his facial expression looks as if he's debating with himself.

" I-" he pauses, " I just- I've been-" he stumbles around, looking for the correct use of words, before letting out a frustrated sigh.

"I'm sorry,"

" No, no it's fine. One step at a time, yeah?" Leon nods, and takes a deep breath-

" I don't think I'm allowed to," he says shyly, not reaching Alexis gaze.

Ah.

That's familiar.

" Okay. That's fine," Alexis hums, " No need to rush things out,hm?"

Alexis shifts a little, properly facing Leon, his arms stretched out to indicate a hug.

" Do you need a hug? O-or someone to hold your hand?" Leon looks at him as if he grown three heads

"What?" Ah. Okay. He never really had to explain this to anyone. Usually it's him that's is asked the question, not the other way around.

" Well,uh, whenever I have nightmares, or just feeling like I'm loosing myself, physical contact tends to help me keep calm and grounded, mostly with Kai, since she's always with me," He shifts awkwardly, " I-I thought that you would like one as well, unless your not comfortable with that-"

"Yes," Leon interjects, " Yes, please, I- I would love that," his voice sound so strained. A bit like at the hospital. Oh Lee...

In one swift movement, Leon was in Alexis arms, hugging him like his life depended on it. He was warm, Alexis realizes. Hm. It's nice.

Once again, silence envelopes the two. Well, not total silence. Alexis is humming now, humming whatever calming melody that pops up in his mind. He hopes it helps.

" How do you deal with it?" Leon asks suddenly.

" The nightmares?"

" Everything," Alexis ponders for a bit, though he knows he has no reason to be. He already knows the answer.

" I didn't at first. I did things that I thought would help, like run away, but that honestly made things worse," he begins to run circles around Leon's back, " When I came home so much has changed that I thought I could never fit in. But then I did. My family and friends helped a lot, and I started to talk to them about stuff. That really helped...."

Maybe playing with his hair can help too? It is easier to comb through....

" Coming here was a big help too. Made me realize the difference between traveling bro escape and traveling for your enjoyment.... and I meet you all. You guys really made me feel a lot better than I was before,"

" Really," Leon mumbles

"Really," Alexis hums, feeling the steady heartbeat of Leon's heart.

Honestly, not the way he thought he'd start his morning, but it's still pretty nice compared to the others-

" Alex, I'm so sorry." Eh?

Leon gently pushes himself away from Alexis, looking at him with guilty eyes.

" I put Naomi and Hop in danger. I put Galar in danger, I should have known better, I'm so sorry-"

" Hey, hey! You know it's not your fault right? You did everything you could-"

" Alex, I'm the- I was Champion of Galar! I had a duty to protect everyone there and I failed! I," he chuckles darkly, " I used a pokeball. A pokeball!"

" You told me you panicked-"

" It doesn't matter if I panicked or not, I should have known better! I should have listened to Raihan's suspicions! I'm just-" Tears begin to fall, and Leon slumps over, defeated.

" I don't want to hate it. Eternatus, I mean. It was as much as a victim as I was, I know that, I just- I can't get it out of my head,"

" Yeah I get that too," Alexis nods, feeling the scar on his right eye, " I felt the same about Hydreigons for a while. I got the scar when I was battling Ghetsis. Ordered the beast to kill me, bascically."

" Arcues,"

" Yeah, it hurt me bad, the reason I had to go to the hospital right after N's farewell. Kai saved my life, then. I never seen her so angry in my entire journey," he smiled to himself, the vivid memory of a rage induced Kai, slamming her horn into the side of an equally angry and hateful Hydreigon. The others where busy fighting for their life's, so N, of all people, helped him get patched up. But that's a story for a different day.

" I didn't need to be a pokemon whisperer to know that that Hydreigon hated it's trainer, to know it was suffering.....but I just couldn't bring myself to see it like that, y'know? Which is ashame because Iris' Hydreigon is as sweet as a button! I also have a young Zweilous back at home. She's been showing interest in evolving, but I was always to scared to do so. But I trust her. So I think I might evolve her once I get home." The sun was long since up,he realize, the greenery of the fields almost glowing in the sun.

" Your feelings are completely valid Leon. It's okay for you to feel this way, it's not selfish," Alexis places a hand on Leon's shoulder, giving it a squeeze, " Though I know just me saying that won't change much. Just know to take it one step at a time, yeah?" Leon nods, sniffling, trying to wipe away stray tears.

" Yeah...yeah okay. Thank you Alexis. You- your amazing, you know that," His eyes seem much more clearer than they were before. Good.

" I've been told that a lot, so I guess I have to believe it, huh?" He chuckles. Naomi and Elliot are the main contributes to that.

"Well yeah! Your kind, and smart, and an amazing battler-"

" Lee, please, it's to early in the morning for compliments," he can feel the embarrassment grow on his face.

"But it's true! And your all those things and more! Your just...just amazing Alex!" Alexis couldn't help but laugh now. Partly because he's embarrassed. Being thrown compliments left and right without stop always gets him flustered.

" Oh. Okay. Um. Thanks, I guess? Sorry, I'm not used to so many compliments at once," he chuckles.

" Well you should. But I'll stop....for now," Leon smirks, which earned a playful nudge from Alexis.

The sun is in its full glory now, and that means that everyone is starting to get up. And by everyone, he means Aunt Cheyenne. He really hopes that she doesn't think that they're burglars.

"Well, the sun's high in the sky! You feeling a little better?" Leon smiles, gold eyes shine like the sun.

" Yeah, I do actually," He smile back.

" Good,"

#pokemon oc #champion leon

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princess-kidatheart17 · 3 years

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Hey Kida. Do you think the whole Sycorax thing that happened to Karmi might've traumatized her to the point of never going near bio-tech again? I've seen a lot of people have that theory and it's heartbreaking bc that was something that made her happy and if it's canon that Di took it away from her it's :'(, y'know?

I hope it's not the case :(

Karmi was so passionate about biotech. She aspired to become a Nobel prize winner biologist! I guess I can understand why she wants to stay away from it for the moment. Her idol, someone she trusted and considered her best friend, not only wasn't even who she thought she was, but she used her like a pawn, stole her inventions, used her passion as a way to harm her physically and psychologically and turned her into a beast without her consent or control. She fortunately gained back her own senses before she'd hurt Hiro under Di's commands, but you know for a fact the reason Karmi was "out of touch" is because she needed time to digest everything that has happened. Her parents did the right choice to take her away from San Fransokyo for her safety and mental health, since that place is where her trauma happened.

A common response when something traumatizes you is to avoid it. My guess is that after a while, Karmi misses biotech and wants to start being in a lab and work on viruses again. But she's of course scared and has triggering flashbacks and can't help but associate a laboratory with Diane mutating her. Fortunately, she has Hiro now, who stays by her side and reassures her when she needs it :)

But yeah, I hope Karmi won't give up on her passion. Even if she manages herself very well with her chibi series (it's what she deserves!!), she's a smart young girl and biotech is something she was very invested in and surely grew up with. I guess for the moment, she disassociate from it but after a while of taking the time to heal from her experience, she will attempt to be into biotech again.

#big hero 6 #bh6 #big hero six #big hero 6 the series #bh6 the series #karmi #hiro hamada #diane amara #asks #spyrkle4

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Ok, I know this is the second time that I am writing, and I apologize if I'm bothering you, but how did Light's family react to his and L's relationship? We know about his father, but what about his mother and sister? What about L's family (the boys from whammy; not really sure how to refer to them)? I really love your art and think you're an amazing and talented person.

You're not bothering me at all! That's actually making me feel pleasured so you don't have to worry about it!

The truth is, I was thinking that L and Light never told Light's family that they're together. And Sachiko and Soichiro were thinking that Light and the World's Greatest Detective just working together and Light living in his own apartment. After a ten or eleven years of dating, when they're decided to get married they're realized that maybe this is the time to tell Yagami's about their relationships. One day Light called his parents saying that he has a good news and he want mom and dad to meet someone. Sachiko and Soichiro were really happy to hear that. And then Light asking: "Dad, do you remember Ryuzaki?". Soichiro saying: "Of course I do, there's something with him?". "He is the one I want you to meet. We're dating" when Light said this Soichiro was shocked. Son told his parents that he's already bought them and Sayu tickets. Soichiro was mad couldn't even understand how is this happened.He wasn't even worrying about L being a man, no, the main problem was is that... this is L. Soichiro couldn't understand why his son chose him over the literally anyone he could choose. Sachiko tried to calm him down, saying that Light would never told them about it if he wasn't sure about this relationships and that they're should try for his son.

So, Yagami family went to the London.

Sachiko was fascinated by L, and she was really happy to meet someone that Light love. All of his weirdness she finds adorable and she's even told Light that he find a really great man.

Talking about Sayu, I've had some headcanons from which Sayu and L has met before and she's already knew about his relationships with her brother. They're even become some kind of friends, so L was really glad that she could arrived too. Sayu even knew about they're plans on marriage but she promised not to tell anyone. Especially Soichiro.

At the dinner turns out that L and Light living together which was a big surprise for Sachiko and Soichiro. And that they're dating for ten years. Light didn't want his dad to know about this all because he knew how he's going to react. Soichiro was pretty confused seeing how L's and Light's relationships changed. After some conversations with his wife, daughter and son he's even was about to accept it until he find out about the marriage. When he realized that Sayu and even Sachiko knew about it (Light told her) and they didn't told him he's get angry.

When Soichiro asked Light about this, his son answered: "How did you expect me to tell you about it? I know you and I knew how you're going to react! I didn't even wanted to tell you. You know what's the truth, that was L's idea to invite you here I didn't wanted it because I knew how tables going to turn. I wasn't asking you to love him. I just want you to accept this relationships."

So after a long confrontation and some bonding moments with L when L and Soichiro both realized that they're never asked about Light's opinions, he's accepting their marriage and even gives L his blessing.

Ooh, that was long, sorry about that XD But now your question about L's family if we could call them like this.

Ofc, Watari knew all along and he's always was okay about it. No matter how he was worried about L he understands that L knows what his doing (mostly). But in this times when L's really not know how to react and he should do as the adult person Watari had no choice but help him, and giving some advices. He wasn't sure about young Yagami all the time, but after some years he'd finally trusted him and he's really grateful that there's finally someone who could love L and cares about him as much as he do.

Talking about heirs Mello and Near, I always thought that they're meet Light when he and L wasn't actually dating but we all know that there's something between them. The kids are smart they've noticed it too. So both of them never was against the relationships between L and Light because they're respect L and understanding that this is only his choice. But they're relationships with Light are pretty funny. Unlike L he's understand that both Mello and Near are still a children and they need normal childhood attention and all this stuff. So he's giving it to them not without swearing. He and Mello always arguing by the way and swearing at each other in German. Light treats Near more like a child and Near is okay with this. I even thought that maybe he had a little crush on Light back then.

Light even have a good relationship with Matt. The only one rule: "If you feel like smoke please go to the balcony, okay?"

All together they're even tried to bake different types of pies when Mello and Near said that they wanna do something special for L.

Near and Mello both love to make fun out of Kira asking when they could call him "mom" or something like that. L and Light (in my point of view) really like parents for them.

Uh, that really was a long long answer and now I hope I didn't bother you with all of mine headcanons XD

Thank you so much for your good words @bluefrost-freewolf and also for asking this because idk y'know that feeling when you have a lot of headcanons for a very long time and it actually becomes a canon to you? That what I feel about all this.

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Kanji wasn't the best at reading people. After all, he was still the same guy who once mistook Naoto's information gathering for flirtation. (The less said about that, the better.) But he had gotten better at reading people over the years, or so he'd like to think.

He wasn't very good at offering comforting words, either. He wasn't as eloquent as Naoto or Yu. He didn't know what other people wanted to hear, and he found it way too easy to stick his foot in his mouth by accident.

Makoto was doing her best, too. She was "the smart one" of the group, not unlike Naoto. But, well... the more she talked, the more Kanji felt she also shared one of Naoto's shortcomings. Namely, the fact that he was... even worse at dealing with people than Kanji.

She told Akane about how her own mother had died when she was young, and so her father raised her and her sister on his own. That he was a cop like Akane's father, and so was busy a lot of time. She related to Akane's own loneliness, in a way, saying how she also came to believe he didn't care about his family.

"But one day, he was struck by a vehicle during an investigation, and... he passed away."

"I... had no idea," Akane said.

"I had so many regrets at that point. I especially wished I'd shared more with my father. He had worked so hard for our family and the public, and I never thanked him at all for it..."

Kanji let out a soft grunt as he shifted in his seat. He and the cops hadn't exactly gotten along for over a decade, so maybe he was just cynical.

"I just thought over and over, 'There's so much I wish I could say.' I know it's not my place to speak on your father and your relationship, but even still, I wish you could find a way to not blame your father for his work."

"His work sucks, though," Kanji muttered, unfortunately loud enough for everyone to hear. Makoto turned and glared daggers at him, though Akane looked more surprised than offended.

"Kanji-san!" Makoto snapped.

Kanji bit back the urge to double down. "S-Still, uh... the. The way he's handlin' it sucks, too."

"What do you mean?" Akane asked. "Are you... talking about the way he never tells me anything?"

"That's part of it, yeah," Kanji said. He sat up a little straighter, brain struggling to come up with the right amount of bullshit to drag him out of the hole he'd just dug. "But also just... he lost his wife, too, y'know? It hurts to lose someone you care about, whether that's a parent or your spouse."

"But... but if he cares so much, why won't he do anything?" Akane blurted out, tears starting to well up in her eyes. "I saw the man that ran Mom over! I know who it is! So why..."

"You what?" Makoto exclaimed, surprised.

She scrubbed at her face, clearly trying to stop the flood of tears threatening to spill over. So Kanji's earlier guess was right. Zenkichi did know who was responsible.

"But they never arrested him. His secretary left behind some suicide note. Apparently it said, 'I'm the one who ran over that woman.'"

"Of course," Goro muttered under his breath.

"That sounds suspicious as fuck," Kanji remarked.

"That doesn't..." Makoto smoothed her hair back nervously. "If the police had an eyewitness, they'd never make such a huge error in their investigation."

"That's exactly what happened to me, Makoto," Jou signed.

"...O-Oh, I suppose that's true, isn't it," she said, her conviction wavering. It boggled Kanji sometimes how much trust some of these kids still placed in the police, even knowing what happened to Jou.

"Considering what Zenkichi mentioned earlier about 'not being able' to do anything about the culprit," Goro said, raising a hand to his chin, "odds are good that the actual culprit has a significant amount of power."

"What does power have to do with anything?" Akane said.

"If he was in a position of authority over this secretary, then he could easily be the one who convinced her to write that note," Goro explained.

A look of horror crossed Akane's face. "...People can do that?"

"That's how I ended up arrested for a crime I didn't commit," Jou said. "I interfered with a powerful man and he coerced the only other witness into testifying against me. Even though she was the victim I was protecting from him."

"So... so they were willing to listen to someone who was lying, but not me? Is it because I'm a kid?!"

"The police like to have easy cases," Goro said. "If they aren't able to wrap it up quickly and neatly, then they'll either ignore it, bury it, or concoct an easy answer. If they couldn't prosecute the true culprit, then blaming it on his dead secretary is good enough for them. Case closed."

"So my dad and the rest of the police really don't care," Akane grumbled.

Goro let out a thoughtful hum. "Actually I'm not sure I'd go that far, at least as far as your father is concerned."

All eyes turned to him.

"The case your father is currently working on has so far proven to not have an easy or straightforward answer. While his coworkers are attempting to build a case against the easiest suspect, he has been working to uncover the truth. His dedication so far has been admirable. It's a shame that so few of his coworkers share it."

Akane turned back to stare at the table. Ryuji shot Goro a raised eyebrow and lowered his voice.

"Dude, is that actual praise?"

Goro shrugged nonchalantly. It wasn't the biggest praise, but it was definitely something coming from him.

#!drabbles #!event: Summer Scramble #!long post #!suicide mention #((last one for the day I swear laskfehasldhfe))

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drowninginblox · 3 years

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Thrown into It

Part: 1,2,3,4,5, 6, 7, 8

Part 9: Titles at Momo’s

How the fuck did I get here? We were just going over math damn it. Why did we have to train my powers? It’s not like I’m gonna be a pro hero! I’m not main character material after all. Have you seen what I'm packing? All bone and fat. No muscle to this bitch. “Y/n! Cmon! Keep your head out of the clouds!” Ochako called from the front. I can only nod my head and try not to faint. Right now me and the main character gang are walking to Momo’s house. Apparently this is an impromptu sleepover. Momo told us that she’ll cover everything we needed so now we’re just walking. Don't worry the cast dragged me to the local train station before hand and Inko was cool with this somehow. What even is this? “Y/n? Are you alright?” I hear before Tenya- fuck I mean Iida nudge me. It’s so weird acting like a stranger to people you already know. “Oh, um.. Y-yeah just a little.. I don't know how to explain it? Anxious?” I try to look at him but his straight laced demeanor and overall physic is intimidating in itself. “There is nothing to worry about though! Surely Midoryia has told you that we are trustworthy!” He declares while chopping his hand around. I try to hold in my laugh but fail miserably. “Did I do something funny?!” He shouts defensively while chopping more. Fuck its just as funny in person-. I feel eyes fall on me as I just keep laughing. “I-oh holly crap- fuckin give me a minute holy shit-” I takes deep breaths while the group mumbles something about me being weird. “S-sorry- Just.. The fucking hand chops kill me- you remind me of C3PO..” I whip a tear from my eye but when I focus back on the group they all look clueless as to what I was saying. “Um.. Y’know? Star Wars?” I prompt but all look just as clueless. Does this universe not have star wars? “What's that?” Tsuyu asks with a small kero. I couldn't only stare. “Just the greatest movie franchise to grace the planet! Yknow- fuckin-” I cover my mouth and inhale deeply. “Luke, I am your father!” They all glance at each other. “Y/n is it something from your home?” I feel my eye twitch but give up. “Yeah it is, and it's amazing.” I sigh. “What might it be about?” Tokoyami asks. His eyes widened at my overwhelming joy. Midoryia chuckles and smiles along with me. “Now you did it-” Before tonight Izuku made the mistake of asking me who my favorite hero was.

The rest of the journey was me basically explaining all of star wars to them without giving the major spoilers. At some points they had to smack me since in my excitement I was babbling nonsense. Ochako, Tsuyu, and Momo seemed to be the most invested in it from what I could tell. “Does the princess ever go home?” Ochoko questions. Momo interrupts me with a pointer finger. “There it is!” She announces at the sight of the gates. She runs up ahead of us and speaks into the microphone. Not even two minutes later and the gate opens up to us, two white golf carts not too far behind. “Dude how rich are you..?” I mumble into the open air. She only laughs. I turned to Ochoko, then to Izuku, both of whom shook to the core over how long the driveway was. “My goodness! You have golf carts too Yaoyorozo?” Tenya acquires when two while golf carts pull up to the gate. The fuck even is this bull shitery? “Only for when I’m lazy.” She defends before hopping on the back of one of the carts. We all follow suit and within a few minutes we are in front of a behemoth of a mansion. “Welcome home everyone!” She cheers. The carts come to stop at her front door and holy fuck I am too intimidated to move.

Everyone gets out of the carts while me and Ochoko take in the sight that is Momo’s home. It was larger than my house, that's for sure. It was also weastern, made of what looked like marble with stone accents near the front door and side of the house. The windows were large and peaking from the roof were two brick chimneys. “Are you two going to stay there all night?” Tenya called with what looked like a cocky smile. “Oh shush Mr. My brother is a pro hero!” I called playfully. His cheeks flashes a bright red and turns to Midorya while I slowly get up, help a dazed Ochoko in the process, and make my way to the front door. Izuku was mumbling about every small detail while Tsu and Tokoyami were notably quiet through this whole ordeal. Momo turned to us and smiled. “My mother and Father are out of town, visiting friends and the likes, so we have the whole house to ourselves!” She rings the doorbell and not even a second later, it opens to a maid. I could feel my face heat up at the sight of any of the main characters in that outfit like that, even though it wasn't that revealing. “Y/n are you okay?” Tokoyami asks about my flushed face but I just cough it off. “Oh my! Are you catching something?” Momo asks before turning to the maid. “Please get them some hot chocolate and hot tea! Also prepare my room with extra blankets, clothes, and pillows.” The young woman bows before walking away from us. “You didn't have to-! I'm not sick!” I tried but I was silenced by Momo rushing to me and covering my forehead with her hand. I jumped at how close we were. “You're burning up! C'mon! You can have a guest room.” She makes some medical masks for the group but Tsu backs me up. “Momo I think you’re overreacting.. Kero.” But she doesn't stop to hear reason, only dragging me through her maze of a house and shoving me into a room. “There should be a maid coming. Once she’s here she’ll give you something to wear.” And before I could say anything she closed the door. What the fuck. Why the fuck. I thought this was the training arch not the filler episode. I swear to god if one of the boys walks in on me changing I will murder.

Thank god that wasn't the case. A maid got me some silk jammies and directed me to another room. It wasn't until I walked in did I realize it was Momo’s room. And holy crap was she a hero fan damn- I’m talking hero’s of all shapes and sizes. Ethnicities and races. Genders of all kinds. Some of the posters were black and white while others were neon and vibrant. All were framed and signed on the wall parallel to the door. “Holy-” I started but Momo caught me. “Y/n! It's good to see you out first!” She says just loud enough from her king size canopy bed. Her bedroom- in length- was the size of me and Midoryia’s rooms connected and then some. On the wall to my right were instruments, a desk, and cubicles for storage while the rest of the room was empty. Well scratch that, there was a rug. But it was small and a bright white, a needed contrast with the equally white was and dark floors. “Yeah.. um.. How do you know my size..?” I ask while motioning to my pjs. She laughs lightly. “Cmon! Come sit on my bed!” OKAY just leave me in the dark on that creepy fact then. Wordlessly I wander to the bed and take a sit right beside her. “So Y/n, tell me about yourself.” I glance up at her and play with my hair. “I'm not that interesting, trust me.” She waves a hand dismissively. “Oh please! There must be more to you than your quirk! I know I’m more than mine!” She assures. I kick my legs and think for a moment. “I'm a big nerd. I love fantastical worlds, and possibilities that probably won't happen. For better or worse.” I say with a nervous chuckle. “Really?” She asks. I nod and humor her. “YEah- I uh.. I write, draw, sing, creative stuff mostly. But I don’t think I’m that creative honestly.” She loosens her posture. “Well then, prove it!” I jumped at her request. “O-Oh um- I don't think-”

“Madam, the other guests are ready!” A maid calls after a knock. Momo sighs “Let them in then!” With that the maid from before lets in the rest of the group, all in t-shirts and pajama pants/ shorts. Aside from Iida. He has a classic set of pajamas and a nightcap to go with the ensemble. “Thank you so much for the pj’s Momo!” Ochoko says with a smile, rushing up to us and hugging her in gratitude. “Oh it’s no problem at all.” “What were you guys talking about kero?” Tsuyu prompts. “Oh-” Momo starts but i cut her off. “Oh nothing interesting!” She glances at me and lightly slaps my arm. “Nonsense. Y/n was just telling me about their hobbies. Apparently they write and do art!” Tokoyami perks at this. “What do you write L/n?” I scratch the back of my neck “Ahahahaha- wouldn’t you like to know..” Tenya’s eyes narrow. “Certainly nothing unsavory? Right Y/n?” Fuck his glasses are reflecting light- f u c k. “Oh nooooo! Nothing like that. Mostly self indulgent romantic crap, some angst-“ Izuku gasped. “Y/n! You write angst!?” Of course Midorya’s the only one who knows that I’m talking about. “Strange. Why is your face a rose then?” Tokoyami teases. His tone says otherwise but that knowing glance is dangerous. “Ahahahaha- Tokoyami you jokester-” I get up close to him and say through my teeth. “You cant out me like this man-! Not here!” Over my shoulder I hear Ochoko laugh. “You remind me Jiro-chan, Y/n. She always gets flustered like this when she’s embarrassed.” I back up from Tokoyami and turn to the group. “Wait what?”

“Oh! You don't know Jiro, but she's so smart and talented.” Ochoko says. “Oh yeah, I know her.” I say casually but when I see Momo’s eyes widen I try to recover. “Me and my dad saw her on the TV. Y'know during UA’s annual sports festival. She had dangles on her ear lobes right?” I scratch the back of my neck for a moment to sell it. Thankfully Momo took the bait because she slowly nodded. “That’s her. She is very smart. Don’t underestimate her when you meet her.” Tyu nods. “What was her score on the midterms?” Midorya hums for a moment. “I don't remember if she told us, but she was up there in ranking..” Before Izuku could go on a mumbling tangent, Iida inquired on the subject. “Seventh in class ranking I think.” The group hums in agreement before turning back to me. “What were you on about before Y/n?” I think a moment before remembering. “Oooh!” I snapped my fingers. I exhale a little at my idiocy. “I just forgot that you guys use titles normally. I was just a little confused.” Tenya’s glasses brightened in the light. Crap. “Shouldn’t you have researched on Japanese culture before you came to Japan Y/n?” He gets up close to me as he says that. “Uhh well.. yasee- I was kind of in a rush to get here and I don't have a phone anymore.. My dad thought it would be a great idea to take away my phone before I go to a whole ‘nother country soooo..” Great job Y/n. Nothing like feeding into the idiot father trope. Dad would be so proud of your creative genius. “And I've been so busy with school and my room..”

“Wow.” the group mumbles. “YEeeeah.. Not the brightest bulb.” I mumble dryly. “Well, surely we can teach you a few things.” Midorya counters. “No one is hopeless unless they don't bother to try! And you want to try don't you?” He says with that signature baby boy smile. I laugh a little at that bright fire in his eyes. That want to help is gonna make him a great hero one day. “Of course! If you guys can teach me that is.” I looked over at the group. Collectively they nod. Que the anime montage.

I was woken up by Midoya at twelve. Am not pm mind you. Momo was kicking us out. “I’m sorry! My parents just called and said they were on their way back home as we speak!” She defended sadly as me and Midorya were finishing up getting our shoes back on. Apparently because of my sleeping habits, Midorya had to watch all of his other friends leave until it was just him and Momo alone in her house together. “Dude, it's okay. Calm down.” I said with a slightly worried smile. Midorya was patiently waiting for me outside with a new duffle bag of his clothes for the night before and some new ones that Momo gave him this morning. “It was an honor staying here for the night Yaoyorozo-sama.” I say with a bow once both my shoes are on. She gasps, a light blush covering her cheeks from the title. But she smiles nonetheless. “It is an honor to meet you too, Y/n-san. And please, call me Momo.” She says with a smile, bowing after. We both rise and I smile back to her before walking out the door. “Y/n-chan, what took you so long?” Midorya asked. “Nothin. Just telling Momo thank you. And chan? Really?” He laughs. “What? Don't like being babied?”

“Oh screw you.”

#mirio togata x reader #mha #mha izuku #midorya izuku #deku #momo yaoyozoru #bnha fanfiction #bnha mirio #uraraka ochako #fumikage tokoyami #tenya lida #tsuyu asai

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elibeeline · 4 years

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Good Natured, a Geralt of Rivia x Original Character fic - Part 1

(Oh boy please don't hate this!) (Although constructive criticism is great and I'll work on any issues someone has!)

I'm Esmeralda, a bower and a blacksmith. My father was a weapon maker, my mother… I'm not sure. Father never explained, but if I ever get particularly emotional, well… it wasn't pretty. It's a form of supernatural, or at least a mutation, so my father made sure it was kept a secret.

Since my father died and I took over his store, I take to the pub most nights. The beer is warm and the music is more of a comedy act than a jig, but I met my apprentice there, so it wasn't entirely awful.

Fenrin is a young soul. He's barely eighteen, but the barman lets him drink under my surveillance. These people trust me, my weaponry makes them feel safe.

Sometimes, my good work even earns me and Fen a beer at the end of the night. Or him a water and me a wine, in this instance, since the person ordering is being presumptuous. Fen rolls his eyes but I make him drink it anyway. "You can't work with a hangover." I tell him.

"You drink mercilessly and yet you're always awake before me." He points out. "How come you don't get a hangover?"

Because my body heals itself before I wake up. "A simple method, really. A skill."

He stares with wide eyes. His enthusiasm towards achieving new skills is charming, and it's why I picked him as my apprentice. "A skill?"

"Easy to gain and yet not many people have it." I sigh.

"What's the skill? I can get it!"

"It's the skill of not complaining."

He pouts and huffs, then nods. "I'll work on it."

I grin and clink my wine against his water and the bard starts singing again.

"You'd be wise to beware,

The pike with a spike,

That lurks in your drawers,

Or the flying drake,

That will fill you with horror!

Need old Nan the Hag,

To stir up a potion,

So that your lady may get an abortion!"

"Abort yourself!" The bearded man sat by the fire barks out, and I snort as people start throwing their food at him.

The bard's eyes lock onto something apparently more interesting than free food, and I follow his gaze to a lone man in the corner. While the bard seems more focused on how brooding he is and the apparent factual inaccuracies in his song, I can't take my eyes off the bag next to him.

"Look at that sword, Fen." I nudge him to pull his attention to it too.

"As close as we are, Ez, I don't want to know that all you see in men is the stick between their-" he cuts himself off with a wheeze after I punch his gut.

"Get your mind out of the stream, Fenrin. The swords next to him. I thought my swords were good, but those are…" I wipe my drool. "Angel's work."

"I know who you are." The bard announces like it's a secret, and I stiffen until I realise he's not talking to me. The brooding loner gets up to leave. "You're the Witcher, Geralt of Rivia!"

I feel a tingle down my back. Witchers take great care with their swords, getting from the best smiths on the continent. But word about Geralt in particular hasn't been positive. The Butcher of Blaviken.

"Ez, I know that look. Please don't." Fen sighs, but I completely ignore him and get up anyway.

I stand in front of the witcher and open my mouth to speak, but he just pushes me aside and leaves.

"Yeah, he doesn't seem to like conversation. He came to drink alone." The bard says, mimicking the Witcher's deep, gravelly voice. "Y'know, I see you and that boy here all the time and yet I've never heard your names."

"I'm Esmeralda Fletcher, and 'that boy' is my apprentice, Fenrin Glenn."

"Oh! You're Kentin's daughter, right? He used to tip me every night."

I smile. Dad was charitable. "You sing every night and you've never introduced yourself."

He smiles too. "I'm Julian Alfred Pankratz-" he frowns. "It's a long name. Just call me Jaskier."

I nod. "Did you see his swords?"

"Yes, no wonder no one sat near him! Scary things."

"Do you think he'd let me get a closer look?"

"Only when he's pressing it against your throat." Fen hisses and drags me back to our seats. "Have you drank more than I've seen?"

"Are you suggesting I'm drunk, Fen?"

"You've definitely had enough for tonight. Let's go home."

I sigh. It appeared that Geralt was able to push me away easier than it should have been, and we have been here a few hours now. "Okay."

"Good." He leads me out with a hand on my back and we walk back to the shop.

Until I spot the Witcher again. Fen tightens his grip on my shoulder, but I still shove him away and make a beeline to the pair of swords. "Excuse me, good sir, I can't help but notice those two magnificent swords you own." I tell him as he ties his horse to a post.

"Don't touch them." He replies.

"Please? I can sharpen them first thing in the morning. I would do it tonight, but I was in the bar for a while and I don't want to ruin them."

He hums, but that's the only response I get.

"I'll even lower my prices for you. Quarter off. Pretty please? You'd be doing me a huge favour just letting me hold-"

I'm cut off by Fen clasping his hand on my mouth once he's caught up. "I'm sorry about her." He pulls me back. "She doesn't tend to get this drunk, it's the wine, you see."

Geralt hums again. "My swords do need sharpening."

I almost burst with excitement. "Thank you! I'll do the best job, I promise!"

"Don't forget the quarter off." He mumbles, then goes inside the inn and that's that.

I turn and hug Fen with a squeal. "I get to touch the swords, Fenny! This is the best day of my life!" I can't control the grin until Fen stares at me in horror.

"You're um…" he gestures to his face.

I feel sharp teeth poking my lip and notice that my hair has turned a dusty green. I don't need a mirror to know that my eyes are plain white and surrounded by thick turquoise veins.

The panic is enough to make it all disappear and I look human once more. I guess I got a little too excited. I breathe a silent sigh of relief and he frowns. "Maybe I've drank too much too. Nevermind. Let's carry on."

"Yeah, let's get you to bed. Don't worry about work in the morning. If it's bad enough to make you hallucinate, you should sleep off as much as you can."

He should sleep so I'll be able to remove his memory. Dad explained how mom used to do it, but it's an exhausting process so I use it as sparingly as possible.

If Fen remembers, and if he tells anyone, I could be killed. At the very least, I'll be forced out of town. Out of my shop, my home, away from everything I have of my family. I can't let that happen.

I keep my hand on his shoulder and we go back home. He goes straight to bed and drops to sleep quickly, and I press my fingertips to his forehead. I mumble the Elder under my breath and imagine untying a knot. A space for memory now free to tie again, to be adapted.

I take my fingers away and feel a new, heavy wave of tiredness overcome me. I would fall asleep just there if it wasn't for a knock at the door, so I trudge down and see Jaskier with a bag over his shoulder.

"Sorry to disturb you at such a late hour I um… the barman kicked me out. Apparently my singing wasn't good enough for him to let me stay any more." He mumbles. "Is the blacksmith's daughter as charitable as the man himself?"

"I don't have a spare bed, but there's a sofa in the back room and a blanket." I shrug.

"I would be happy to sleep on the rug." He replies. "I cannot thank you enough." He steps in and sees the wide array of swords, daggers, knives, and arrows on display. "I won't be a problem, I promise."

I smile and lead him to the back. "Make yourself comfortable. I'm gonna go straight to bed."

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Ho boy there it is, thank you so much for reading! I'm working on part 2 atm and it'll come up when I'm happy with it!

Also if anyone knows how to add a 'keep reading' button on mobile I would greatly appreciate it, I'm not smart 😭😭

#the witcher #geralt x oc #geralt of rivia #not geraskier #sorry yall #don't hate me #maybe in another fic!#original character #geralt x original character #geralt of rivia x oc #how do I add a keep reading link oh dear

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Meet the Parents

HELLO EVERYONE! Hope you’re having a happy last day of 2019, cause I sure am!! The past couple days me and @grelleswife have been working together on this story! >w<

It’s about my dear gloomy boi Ambrose and his new companion Eddie that we’ve developed together.

This story takes place months after Ambrose forming the contract with the demon, and when he finally decided it was time to try and fix this mess, for the little corvus found himself regretting this at every turn.. as his bond with the demon grew.

It was time to seek out help from higher powers, thus throwing caution to the wind and heading back to his family’s home to introduce Eddie to the other demon in his life: His Mother.

Hope you all enjoy this!!! Because @grelleswife and I had a LOT of fun making it!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Ambrose was constantly shouting at himself in his mind as he drove himself and his companion across country to his family’s home.

“You’ve gone mad, haven’t you?” It went on. “First you contacted a demon, contracted the demon, and now that you’ve known the demon for- what, a couple months, you want to take the demon home to your family. TO YOUR HALF DEMONIC FAMILY.”

But Ambrose kept driving, already knowing they were nearing the family’s property, and recognizing every little detail and tree and just slowly spiralling into a little panic attack.’

“Hey, now..” Came a voice from the side, quiet and understanding as always. “I can practically smell your sweat, you know. It’s okay, Ambrose. I’m sure things won’t go as bad as you may think they will..” A brief chuckle. “I mean, I’ve gotten used to acting human and living like a human, so I’m sure I can pull off a visit with your family.”

Ambrose didn’t respond. Couldn’t respond. He knew he had dug his own grave, now. He knew he’d likely dug Eddie’s grave too. This.. this poor young demon, who merely thought this was just going to be a “meet the parents” scenario like any other time in any media you can imagine, had no idea the dumb mortal he’d made a dumb contract with was actually bringing him to likely get insta- killed by an even more POWERFUL demon.

Mum had explained “demon ranks” years ago one time. The memory was very vague, but there was definitely a lot hanging on a demon’s power as well as some kind of title.

And if his Demon Mother could commit feats like stopping a train with just one hand, or put a dent in a heavily armored tank with just one finely dressed shoe, then Ambrose was most certain he/she was a goddamn powerhouse in their own right. And the chances of said powerhouse even KNOWING about his current predicament with this other demon, who likely could NOT do anything like what they could, made surviving this whole day very, very unlikely.

Ambrose almost wished he could fast forward to the “getting killed by Mum” part and just go on with his afterlife..

Oh, but here they were, at the driveway. Nothing looked any different than it had the many million times he’d come back.

And it wasn’t the first time he’d even brought someone new home, either.

It was just.. a few minor differences, like say this one was gonna.. y'know, take his soul at one point (again, if he survived this) and all because he wanted some goddamn demon powers.

His foot slammed on the break halfway through the driveway. There was only a few meters left.. but SOMETHING finally spoke up in his brain and body and did the “hopefully” smart thing!

Eddie slightly jolted in the passenger seat, eyes widening in shock at the sudden halt, when they could tell themselves that they were so close!

“Um, what was that for?”

“We can’t go in.”

“… Why not?”

“Eddie, just trust me. We cannot go in.” Ambrose’s words were coming out sharper, faster. He wasn’t able to move; not even just his eyes to look over at the demon.

“Then why did we even come here, Ambrose?”

“I DON’T KNOW, OKAY, I just- I made a dumb choice. I came up with a dumb idea! I do it all the time, Eddie!”

“Ah, Ambrose-”

“I know, I know this looks bad, but listen, you have NO IDEA how bad it REALLY, REALLY IS, EDDIE!”

“Ambrose..”

“I mean it’s SO BAD, I know for a fact that the minute we go up to that door, BEFORE we can EVEN knock on it–”

“AMBROSE!”

“WHAT, EDDIE??”

Ambrose finally snapped his head around to glare at the demon while he seethed and panicked, feeling like this one time his panic was justified in every sense of the word, when.. he finally managed to focus on Eddie, who was staring ahead at something, and merely lifting a hand to point at it. And Eddie himself looked like he now had something to fear, too.

And as Ambrose turned his head again to look up ahead at whatever it was, his brain kind of had already began realizing.

What he’d predicted in his ramble that would happen.. was already beginning before they’d even stepped outside the vehicle itself.

Up ahead and at the end of the fresh, bright green lawn, standing on the front steps in front of the front door, was none other than Sebastian Michaelis.

Standing there.

Watching.

Waiting.

Both youths in the vehicle remained seated, staring back, frozen in place like two little wild creatures that knew, above all else, that a predator was right before them, and it would only take one single movement for the predator to be on them.

The threatening personage standing before them outwardly resembled a mortal man, but Eddie knew the truth that lay beneath the deadly beauty of his exterior. That aura…he hoped in vain that he was mistaken, but there no denying the grim reality. This was another demon, far older and more powerful than he, with a commanding presence that could readily hold sway over lesser spirits. Such indomitable strength…by the nine circles, that demon must be one of the Diabolical Gentry!

“W-why didn’t you tell me that one of your parents belonged to hell’s nobility?” Eddie squeaked out, barely forcing the words from his trembling lips. Ambrose didn’t possess a scrap of demonic power—that was why Eddie had been summoned by his irascible master to begin with. Still, Eddie couldn’t believe that he’d failed to pick up on Ambrose’s heritage. Was he that weak and naïve? Why hadn’t Ambrose trusted him with this secret? However, any hurt and shame that Eddie normally would have felt were promptly supplanted by an overpowering terror. Like all demons, Eddie well knew the taste of fear, the delicious tang it lent to cursed souls, but he’d never truly experienced it himself. This was akin to torture, every fiber of his human body screaming Danger! Danger! even while his consciousness grappled with the fact that there was no escape.

“My family’s too damn complicated,” Ambrose stuttered. His face had gone chalk-white, far exceeding his usual pallor.

The next thing they knew, the car doors were ripped off the automobile, and black tentacles snaked around the two youths. Eddie screamed like a wounded hare as he was hoisted aloft. The other demon’s tentacles tightened around his waist and encircled his arms and legs like manacles before making their way to his throat, choking the young demon with merciless brutality.

The elder demon snarled, flashing their sharp white fangs. “I’ll only ask this once, scum. What the hell is your business with my child?”

Tears of pain sprang to Eddie’s eyes as he glanced furtively at Ambrose, whom the demon had drawn close to himself like a mother hen sheltering her chicks. Wouldn’t revealing their contract be considered a betrayal of his master? Though his false lungs screamed for air, Eddie clenched his teeth and remained silent. If this is to be my final hour, I won’t defile our covenant with my cowardice.

The other demon’s eyes blazed crimson in their fury, and he bent Eddie’s limbs until the bones creaked dangerously. A little more effort on his part, and they’d snap like twigs. “Answer me!”

“J-just t-t-tell him, Eddie!” Ambrose cried, whirling around to face the captive demon. For the first time since he’d made Ambrose’s acquaintance, the white-haired corvus looked panic-stricken. “Don’t hurt him, Mum! Please!!!”

“Mas…ter…” Eddie croaked, grimacing in agony.

The other demon stiffened, and his gaze darted to the white seal on Eddie’s left hand.

“You…contracted…with my son?” he whispered. Somehow, the softness was more far frightening than his earlier roar. Incredulity, horror, anguish, and grief raced across his face in rapid succession.

The demon swiveled his head to look at Ambrose, who shook uncontrollably. “Show it to me.”

Ambrose stood rooted in place.

“SHOW IT TO ME!!!” the demon roared, his expression contorted in agony. Despite his current predicament, Eddie couldn’t help but feel a measure of sympathy. After all, what parent would want their child to sell their soul to a devil?

Meekly, Ambrose pulled off his right glove and showed the back of his hand to his demonic parent, displaying the seal emblazoned thereon. The boy hung his head, but the demon grabbed him by the chin, staring into those gray eyes as if trying to divine the secrets of a lost language.

“What have you done, kitten?!”

Wheeling around to face Eddie, the demon growled, “Contracts be damned. While I still live, no one will lay a hand on my children. You are vermin, less than nothing, compared to one such as I, and I will end this here and now.”

“NO!!! Leave Eddie alone!!!” Ambrose screamed, struggling helplessly against the tentacles that still bound him.

Just at that moment, two people burst out of the house, presumably summoned by the present commotion. Their attire and dark skin reminded Eddie of the mortals who hailed from East India. One of them was a tall, vigorous man with white hair and a hand swathed in bandages. Eddie instinctively flinched at the power emanating from him…divine power. The other person appeared somewhat younger, closer to Ambrose’s age, with black hair and gentle, carmine eyes. They also sported dark, feathered wings, a little tail, and a small pair of horns, and their aura baffled Eddie. He immediately sensed their demonic energy, but they also bore the same heavenly light as the man did. He’d never met anyone like this. Of course, Eddie’s mind was largely preoccupied with his imminent demise.

“Sebastian, what’s the meaning of this?” the man gasped, staring at the flailing Eddie.

“Mama, please let that demon go!” the younger one begged, clutching at Sebastian’s arm. “We should discuss this peacefully!”

“There is nothing to discuss now except how I will destroy this insignificant little imp of a demon and sever their sorry attempt to steal Ambrose’s soul!”

“MUM, DON’T! PLEASE DON’T!!!” Ambrose found himself shrieking at the top of his lungs, even as he felt his throat burning, his panic rising to levels so high, he was barely aware of what he was doing when he managed to somehow rip through his mother’s grip on him, and practically tackled the tentacle covered young demon.

“Ambrose’s soul?” Agni repeated quietly, still staring and trying to put everything together, but not having enough time before seeing his youngest son grapple the younger demon along with Sebastian’s tentacles. “By the Gods! Ambrose!” He immediately shouted in alarm, knowing for sure what his husband had been about to do with those tentacles; It wasn’t the first time he’d seen them in action, after all.

Aarushi was covering their mouth in horror, but unable to look away, eyes shrinking to tiny beady red dots.

And Sebastian was snarling even more, looming in on the two now in one spot, his whole form almost all inky black, except for his bared long fangs and his glowing, seething eyes…

“Get off the little wastrel at once, Ambrose.” He commanded in a mildly low simmer, but his voice warping to a deep growl all the same. “We will discuss your idiocy in this in a minute, but for now I have to remove the source.”

Ambrose lifted his head from keeping it resting- no shielding Eddie, and his dark stormy eyes glared up at the elder demon hanging over him, filled with a familiar anger.. a feeling almost close to hatred itself, but not quite. He felt the little demon in his grasp and under the dark inked tentacles start shaking violently. He recalled Eddie bringing up briefly something about sensing others emotions, especially certain ones that stood out the most.. Perhaps like say, whatever the hell it was he was feeling currently.

“No.” He simply snapped out. “I- I will not move until you BACK OFF and let me actually EXPLAIN, Mother! So- So if you wanna rip someone up, you’ll have to take me as well!”

This response immediately had the demon physically jerking back, another snarl leaving his mouth.

Sebastian didn’t speak again for even longer, slit pupils just taking in the entire scene before him of his precious kitten SHIELDING a demon whom he’d agreed to a contract to, thus giving away his SOUL. His LIFE.

It was catching up to him now.. however long Ambrose had known this demon, had been contracted with this demon, their bond had CLEARLY grown in that small window, and now… now….

Ambrose noticed even more tentacles rising, and even the entire front lawn growing dim.. the sun itself had entirely vanished…

Fuck, I’m DEAD. He immediately thought, but all he could do was squeeze the lump he’d been clinging to the past few minutes, wishing he could say something to the demon. Something like “I’m here, I’ve got you” or “I’m so sorry” or maybe something like “It’s been actually nice getting to know you for the past few months… Eddie..”

“Am… brose..?” He heard Eddie hiss out, and cracked open his eyes. Wait.. had he said that last part out loud?? Shit.. WAIT! Ambrose finally noticed the tentacles were GONE and.. he was just hugging EDDIE!!

Ambrose peeked back up at his Mum and the others, and saw once again his mother had returned to his human male form, not just a black inky silhouette anymore.

But that didn’t mean he was any less scary right now.. Oh no, Sebastian was absolutely livid as he still remained in that spot, but with his shoulders up, and his hands curled into such tight fists. His teeth had shrank a bit, but he still bared them all the same, and those eyes… oh nothing had changed about those.

“You wanted to explain, then explain, Ambrose.” Sebastian uttered, voice still quite low.

Now they all stood there on the front steps expectantly; Mum, Dad, and even Goddamned Aarushi, who Ambrose shoulda KNOWN would be visiting here by some fluke as well. After all, Aarushi had no qualms with returning to their family a lot more often than Ambrose…

“Alright.. okay..” Ambrose finally breathed out, and slowly, gradually, pulled away from Eddie, who he was also surprised hadn’t passed out by now.

“Look, a.. couple months ago, after um, having a really.. pretty bad day, I went to a local old book store that had popped up in the area, and just thought of looking around and finding anything to help feel better! That’s all… Then- then I happened upon a book that went like “Various Rituals for Everyday Use” and, I thought- I dunno, I’d just read it for the hell of it!”

As he took a pause, he noticed the various changes in his family’s face… Both Father and Aarushi having looks of surprise and almost fascination, though Aarushi kept that constant look on of concern for their younger sibling in place as well. And Mum was… well, obviously he needed to keep going or else things would just go back to the doom and tentacles again.

“So after going through most of it, I came upon apparently what was some kind of easy, “modern” way to contact a demon with no mess! Y-you know, like with a ritual sacrifice or something..” Ambrose trailed off, losing steam as he recalled certain stories that had similar situations.. BUT he REALLY didn’t want to dwell on that yet! NOT YET!! “All it took was a piece of paper, and writing out why I wanted a demon, and what I wanted from them, and to sign my name in my blood before putting the paper in an open, natural spot. So I went a bit outside town to a nature reserve forest I liked going to, and just put it on a tree stump and waited..”

“A piece of paper.. on a tree stump.. in a forest.” Sebastian was repeating now, eyes trailing off to look out into space while he processed this.

“Ye- Yeah.” Ambrose got out, sort of starting to slouch where he stood as realization took hold on how utterly stupid this all sounded. He then noticed Eddie at his side turn more towards him, looking like he wanted to reach out and touch Ambrose, comfort him while he tried to tell this totally unbelievable story…Just don’t, He tried to telepathically tell him. Just don’t bother, Eddie. I know I’m a dumbass. I’m just trying here.

Seeing his master look so frail and pitiful—so alone—made Eddie want to wrap him up in that human gesture called a “hug.” However, Ambrose’s demeanor and the amalgamation of fear, embarrassment, and anger brewing inside him suggested that this might not be the best strategy. Instead, Eddie shyly moved his left hand toward Ambrose’s right until they were almost (though not quite) touching, and decided to jump in to spare his master further humiliation.

“A-and that’s how I was summoned!” he squeaked, trembling as three pairs of eyes turned towards him. The elder demon (Ambrose’s “mum”) glowered balefully, but the other two (Ambrose’s father and sibling?) looked curious, albeit concerned. “The ritual wasn’t especially potent, but I’m…well, rather weak, so it was enough to help me make the crossing over to the mortal world,” Eddie continued haltingly. “I hadn’t contracted since Queen Victoria’s reign, and I was curious about how much time had passed and what changes had occurred since then. Then I met Ambrose, and he said that he’d brought me here because he wanted demonic power.”

“Oh no, Ambrose!” his sibling cried, bringing their hands to their mouth, tears glistening in their eyes. While visibly distressed, Ambrose’s parents didn’t seem surprised. “Not this again, kitten,” the demon muttered in despair. Eddie blinked, taken aback. It was almost like they’d expected his master to make this specific wish. Ambrose slouched lower, his eyes downcast. Unable to resist the impulse any longer, Eddie grabbed his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. The corvus shot him a startled look, but he didn’t reprimand Eddie or jerk his hand away. His curmudgeonly tendencies had been subdued by the frightening experience they’d just endured.

“S-so when Ambrose told me his wish, I offered to serve him for as long as he desired,” the young demon stumbled on.

Ambrose’s mother scoffed. “You expect me to believe that there were no other stipulations to this contract of yours?” he spat.

“W-well…um…not really,” Eddie said bashfully. “I haven’t had many contracts, and I want to learn as much I can, experience as much as I can! And serve my master to the best of my abilities and…just have someone to talk to. As I said earlier, I’m not terribly strong, so other demons either pass me by or treat me cruelly.”

The older demon stared at him and shook his head in disbelief. “You truly are an amateur.”

Eddie blushed, and Ambrose scowled. “It’s not his fault, Mum. Eddie’s made some mistakes, but he tries his best!”

Eddie brightened. His master could be dour and gloomy, which made the demon fret that he wasn’t doing a good enough job. But now Ambrose was praising him!

“It’s because he deserves my best!” Eddie blurted out. “My other masters treated me like a thing that they could torment and kick around at whim, or a mindless tool to achieve their wicked goals, but Ambrose made me feel like a person. We’ve watched movies and browsed antiques shops together. He can be cross with me at times, but he’s never laid a hand on me. I love reading to him or just talking to him—he’s awfully clever, I’m sure you know that, bloody brilliant! A-and he gave me presents of my very own! My glasses…and this pocketwatch.”

Fumbling for a moment (as he was still holding on tight to Ambrose’s hand), Eddie removed what had become his most prized possession from his front pocket. The other demon drew in a sharp intake of breath, pain flickering for a moment in those ruby-red eyes.

Oh no. Maybe Eddie shouldn’t have done that. Had he unwittingly accepted a family heirloom from his master?

“Am-ambrose is the best master I’ve ever had,” Eddie plunged ahead, feeling overwhelmed by his devotion to the pale, sad youth and the maelstrom of emotions raging within Ambrose’s soul. “I’d do anything for him, even die for him. It hurts me when I how lost and angry he is, and…and I just want to make him smile!” To Eddie’s bewilderment, his eyes burned with tears. He still wasn’t completely used to inhabiting a human body, and he supposed mortal forms more readily reflected the inner workings of the heart. Ambrose had flushed pink, while the rest of his family gazed at Eddie in silence.

“I know I’ll have to eat his soul whenever he’s finished with me, b-but I don’t want to,” Eddie whispered brokenly. He thought about how Ambrose had tried to shield him from his mother’s wrath. ‘If you wanna rip someone up, you’ll have to take me as well!’ The little demon put his head on Ambrose’s shoulder, shaking uncontrollably. “He’s precious to me.”

“Enough!” the other demon cried, with the same pained, haunted look in his eyes as when he’d seen the pocketwatch.

You didn’t grow attached to your prey. That was one of the cardinal rules by which all demons abided. What point was there in caring for a soul that you would devour? But, against his better judgement, and without being aware of it until it was too late, Sebastian had gotten attached to the deeply wounded but indomitable Earl of Phantomhive. The watch this “Eddie” now had in his possession was a poignant reminder of the vanished past, of the child to whom Sebastian had been not merely butler, but sword, shield, teacher…father.

In a different way, the feeble, naïve imp had apparently bonded with Ambrose, who sat in stunned silence while Eddie wept against his shoulder. Sebastian still wanted to obliterate this demon from existence, but his heart was torn by the grief of which Eddie had gotten a foretaste—the unbearable pain of destroying what you have come to love.

“Moonlight,” Agni’s voice broke the silence eloquently, stepping up to be near his husband again as he enveloped the demon’s clenched fist in his own hand. He lifted it to his lips and kissed it right there as he looked into his husband’s pained expression, and knew without a doubt exactly what Sebastian was feeling after he too had seen that familiar pocketwatch. “Please, let’s go inside and sit down. We can all discuss this further once we’ve all settled in.” He looked over at the two young men across the way (though the former khansama had an inkling the demon was not always a man), and smiled warmly to them, trying to show as much as he could in the little time he had that he himself welcomed them here no matter what was going on currently. “Perhaps we can serve up some tea as well. You still love my chai tea, right Ambrose? Does your friend drink any as well?”

Ambrose ran a hand back through his hair, taking a deep breath in and then out, trying to will his face to cool down from going so red! “Um, well he usually just makes me the tea and uh, drinks whatever I’m drinking, so.. Eddie?” He asked the other by his side, and after a pause, slightly twitched his shoulder to get the demon’s attention too. He knew Eddie was still aware, but he’d likely become a little overwhelmed after that bout of crying.. And as awkward as it was currently to just stand there and let the demon weep on him, especially after he’d.. basically poured whatever kind of heart he had out in front of Ambrose’s family, Ambrose didn’t want to turn harsh or let his discomfort get to him. No, not this time. He staved it off in favor of just trying to pep the demon up gently.

They were not out of this yet, after all.

Meanwhile, across the way, Aarushi had taken a loud breath out. A sigh of deep relief that their brother was still intact, as well as their new companion. They’d only just MET, after all, and despite the predicament their brother had gotten into, Aarushi wanted to get acquainted with this young demon! It was rare to meet another demon, after all. From all of Aarushi’s knowledge, they were always dangerous, no matter who you were, and it was best to just stay away!

But to meet one around their age or even younger maybe?? That certainly sounded like fun! If… Mama would allow it.. hopefully..

—

While Agni busied himself with preparing the tea, Eddie and the rest of the family seated themselves around the dining room table. Sebastian noted that Eddie was still holding Ambrose’s hand and was tempted to make an acerbic comment, but he decided to let that pass…for now. Ambrose himself looked exhausted to the point of collapse. Parental instinct took over, and Sebastian reached out to smooth his mussed-up hair.

“Mum, you’re embarrassing me,” Ambrose hissed, his face turning blotchy red.

“Sorry, kitten,” Sebastian sighed. It always pained him when his child spurned displays of affection, but the realization that Ambrose’s days might be numbered rubbed salt in the wound.

“Ambrose, you know Mama’s just like that,” Aarushi chided gently. Ambrose rolled his eyes but said no more. In spite of his present anxiety, Sebastian smiled. Ever the peace-maker, little Aaru, truly their father’s child.

Turning to Eddie, Aarushi asked, “What kind of demon are you, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“I don’t mind,” Eddie stammered, huddling closer to Ambrose. “Um…I suppose I’m what you’d call an imp. One of the lowest ranks. N-no title, or anything of that sort.” The little demon’s gaze darted timidly to Sebastian. Both demons were aware that Eddie was hopelessly outclassed. A few gruesome seconds, and Sebastian could easily remove that contract seal from his kitten’s right hand…

“That’s okay! Titles aren’t everything,” Aarushi said reassuringly. “What really matters is who you choose to be.” Eddie blinked and stared at them—a common reaction to Aarushi’s kindness. Sebastian himself still marveled at having brought such a softhearted child into the world.

Their black wings flapped cheerfully. “Oh! I’ve been so rude! I never actually introduced myself to you. I’m Ambrose’s older sibling, Aarushi,” they chirped. “Father’s human, but the goddess Kali blessed him with her power. Mama’s a demon, as…as I’m sure you figured out by now.” Their bright red eyes fixed Sebastian in a sad, reproachful look. Aarushi abhorred violence, and Sebastian reflected ruefully that they might scold him for his behavior when they were in private.

“Mama and Father met and fell in love while Mama was on contract. Later, they got married and settled down here to raise a family!” Eddie’s mouth formed a surprised little “o.” Such unions were practically unheard of in hell.

“I had no idea!” Eddie exclaimed. “It’s just…Ambrose is mortal, so I naturally assumed…”

Sebastian glanced over and saw a dark scowl twist his younger child’s face. “It’s complicated,” Sebastian interjected smoothly. The story of how Hannah had stripped an infant Ambrose of his demonic powers to save his life remained a painful one, and they had enough troubles with which to contend. Right on cue, Agni emerged, bearing five steaming cups of chai.

In an attempt to change the subject, the demon brought the chitchat to a close. “But enough of that. We need to concentrate on the matter at hand—what to do about this contract.” Agni seated himself next to Sebastian and placed a hand over his. Just having his husband present made the demon relax. They would fix this. He’d been one hell of a butler in his day, and they would fix this.

Sipping his tea, Sebastian’s mind raced through centuries of knowledge on diabolical covenants. “There are a limited number of outcomes that a contract may have, the most common of which involves the demon devouring the contractee’s soul,” he began slowly. His throat closed up on the last words, and pictures of Ambrose’s dismembered, bloodied corpse rose unbidden to his mind. Agni squeezed his hand comfortingly. Have courage. I’m here, the gesture seemed to say. Not wanting the younger demon to sense his distress, Sebastian continued resolutely. “However, Eddie has indicated that he no longer wants Ambrose’s soul for this purpose.”

“No! Never!” the demon shook their head emphatically, gazing at Ambrose with an open adoration that made the young man blush.

“One means of forestalling this outcome is to kill the demon or demons involved, which renders the contract null and void.”

Ambrose’s eyes flashed fire. “Mum…” he growled. At the same time, Agni pleaded, “Now, moonlight…” and Aarushi begged, “But Eddie’s nice, Mama!”

Sebastian leaned back in his chair with a sigh. “Calm yourselves. I could do so if I wished, but it appears I am outnumbered.”

After a brief silence, Eddie plaintively asked, “What else can be done?”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed pensively. “That depends on the phrasing of this particular contract. Do you recall exactly what you and Ambrose said when you formed the covenant?”

“That Eddie would lend me his power for as long as I desired, that he would serve me faithfully to the fullest extent of his abilities, and that he could claim my soul when our contract came to an end,” Ambrose jumped in. Eddie nodded. “Yes, that’s right!”

Relief rushed through Sebastian. He could work with this. Cocking an eyebrow, he remarked, “Kitten, it’s fortunate that you summoned an inexperienced imp. Most of us would never agree to such vague terms. ‘For as long as I desire!’ You could stretch the contract out for the duration of your lifespan!”

Both Eddie and Ambrose looked mortified. “Sheesh. I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. Like I said earlier, I’d had a bad day,” Ambrose grumbled. “And how was Eddie supposed to know this stuff?”

“In this case, your blunders might literally be your salvation. We can find a few loopholes, I think,” Sebastian winked. An idea—admittedly, an outlandish one—began to piece itself together.

“Eddie, are you quite sure that you said you would claim Ambrose’s soul when the contract ended? You didn’t include any words that specifically alluded to eating?”

“Yes, that’s correct,” Eddie replied.

“You’ve thought of something!” Aarushi exclaimed happily, eyes shining. “I know you have, Mama!”

“It’s risky, but I might have a solution. When demons speak of claiming a soul, it’s generally understood to refer to the act of soul-eating. However, an ancient, much less common use of this phrase describes a ritual in which a human soul is transformed into a demonic entity.”

Everyone around the table froze.

“That’s impossible, Mum,” Ambrose whispered.

“Exceedingly difficult and fraught with risk. Not impossible, kitten,” Sebastian corrected him. “It can be done, but only if various conditions have been met. The human must be allowed to reach the end of their life peacefully, dying of natural causes. Otherwise, the trauma of having the soul ripped from the body will doom the ritual to failure. The human in question must agree to be changed of their own free will. Ideally, their soul should also have some prior connection to us. This is certainly true in Ambrose’s case. In addition to being a contractee, he’s my son, and one of the Matriarchs already had to alter his soul in his infancy.”

“It’s a long story,” he added after seeing the look of curiosity on Eddie’s face.

“I-I don’t think I’m strong enough to complete a ritual like that…” the young demon said apprehensively.

“You don’t have to be. Our family is on good terms with that particular Matriarch, and she’d lend you her power. In fact, a Matriarch’s presence is required for this type of ceremony. They’re the founders of our race, after all, and their brand of magic is crucial. Even then, success won’t be guaranteed, I fear. We’d be interfering with the natural order of things, and there are always consequences to that. Not to mention that other demons might try to foil our efforts if they caught wind of it.”

Sebastian’s eyes burned scarlet with determination. “But I will go to any lengths to save my child, even desperate ones.”

The surprise and awe around the table lingered a little further, only small noises coming forth, such as Aarushi’s audible choked gasp and the soft noise of Agni kissing his husband’s hand once again as he looked only at him with such pride and relief. A look that clearly said “I knew you would think of something.”

And then Ambrose was lifting his head, his chest noticeably rising and falling as well as he took in this plan, and all it implied.

“M… Mum..” He was only able to get out, before a choked sob made it through, and a tear finally visibly rolled down his left cheek. “You… you would… you would l-let me..?”

“Ambrose…” Aarushi was squeaking out now, seeing their brother in such a state immediately affecting them. And instantly Aarushi was getting up to to go to his other side, wrapping arms around him and holding on tight.

And for once the young man didn’t struggle from the sudden hold, his mind and body still locked down as he stared on at his mother, whom he’d stubbornly rebelled against for years, whom he’d run away from within a moment’s notice. A part of him simply wanted to deny it. After all, there WAS so much time between then and now. An entire lifetime of waiting.. an entire lifetime for something else to come up. For his mother to change their mind and hunt them down and sever Eddie to pieces, if the mood hit them.

But across the way, in this strange and rare moment, Ambrose saw and actually felt his demon mother’s tender gaze on him.. Telling him all that the ancient demon felt, and had always felt since his birth.

And once again another sob came out, and Ambrose’s head sunk again, his long white hair coming around to cover his face the lower it dipped.

“Thank you… Mum…” He managed to choke out, “… th-thank you.. so much.”

And then he felt a hand cupping the side of his head, he looked up a little, and saw through his hair a tearful Eddie, as the demon tried to get their beloved master and friend to rest his weary head against them this time.

And Ambrose went without complaint, as the tears and sobs kept coming.

And while that happened, Eddie looked back up at his master’s mother and father over the table, and nodded in agreement with what Ambrose had said. There were no other words, truly, for how grateful he was for getting to stay with his master after all this, and get the chance to change the mistakes they had made, to change fate itself for Ambrose.

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Ambrose eventually calmed down enough for them to all finish their tea, and Agni suggested that he and Eddie stay the night. “It’s been an eventful day, and you two especially need to rest,” he’d urged. Not to mention the matter of Ambrose’s badly damaged car, but Mum could repair that easily enough. Eddie fetched their suitcases, and Ambrose pointed him in the direction of his room. Turning in the hallway, Ambrose nearly ran into his mother. For a moment, the two stood awkwardly, neither knowing what to say. Ambrose was still trying to process what had happened over the past hour. But he suddenly knew that what he needed more than anything right now was to be held. So he did what he’d refused to do for years on end—hug Sebastian and rest his head against his chest. His mother’s arms were around him in an instant, loving and secure. Ambrose found himself crying again, body wracked with quiet sobs. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, not only for today and the whole muddled business with the contract, but for all the years of anger, bitterness, and resentment he’d put his long-suffering mother through.

“There, there,” his mum replied soothingly, stroking his hair with a trembling hand. Impulsively, he clutched Ambrose tighter. “I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have been that vicious, but you scared the hell out of me, Ambrose. When I saw that seal, the only thing I could think of was that I was going to lose you—"

He broke off, burying his face in Ambrose’s hair. “Watching one of my kittens suffer such a fate is more than I can bear,” his mother whispered.

“But all I’ve ever done is b-be mean and ungrateful…and push you away.”

“You’re still my child, kitten. I’ll always love you, no matter how much you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you!” Looking up with tearful eyes, Ambrose stammered, “I-I love you too, Mum.” His mother’s eyes widened (normally, Ambrose would rather die a slow and painful death than say anything of this sort) before the demon started to purr and gently kissed the top of his head.

Eddie’s voice drifted down the hall. “Ambrose! Are you coming?”

“Just a minute!” Ambrose yelled over his shoulder, sniffling and wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeve.

“I’d best let you go before your demon gets worried,” Mum smiled, smoothing Ambrose’s hair back into place. This time, Ambrose let him.

“You’re sure you’re all right, dear?” Mum asked fretfully as Ambrose turned to go to his room.

“Yeah,” Ambrose replied. To his shock, he found himself smiling, and he felt more content than he had in years or…ever, really. “I think I am.”

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sunny-jac-blog · 5 years

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This Is Where You Wanna Be (Carlwheeler)

it is almost 5 a.m. and i have not slept and instead i wrote this but it was WORTH IT!!! THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!! ft. Anne, Lettie, and Charity bein besties in a modern boarding school, Anne having Relationship Issues, and phillip and phineas loving their gals!!! this was requested from a great person on the TGS amino! hope yall like it!!

Word Count: 2.3k

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Anne groaned as she stomped into the dorm room, barely casting a look at Lettie and Charity as she fell face first onto the hard, uncomfortable bed. The two other girls stopped their conversation, which was probably about how that Phineas Barnum from the boy's school across town had “eyes like a God” or something dumb like that. Anne didn't bother listening.

There were a few beats of silence, until Lettie slowly sat up from her lying position on Charity's bed. She crossed her arms and smirked, giggling softly as she stared at Anne. “Let me guess: It was that Carlyle boy, wasn't it?” She nudged Charity, who cooed.

Anne only groaned into her purple pillow. Of /course/ it was that Carlyle boy.

Since the two schools had had some dumb co-ed event held at one of the large local theaters, there had been a lot more intermingling with the boys and girls. The event was to push the students to broaden their horizons, some sort of college fair, where students could meet others and talk about their interests.

Anne was lucky enough to run into a cute guy named Phillip Carlyle, who reached for the same brochure that she did. What kind of cliche high school chick flick was she living? Especially since Phillip had been sneaking out to see her, despite her obvious attempts to get him to stop before he got in trouble. He never listened. And this time, he asked her out on a date.

She ran away.

As Anne sat up and hugged her pillow close to her chest, she let out a deep, dramatic sigh. She pulled her hair into a lopsided messy bun, looking at Lettie and Charity. “Why do boys have to be so complicated?” She asked with a frown.

She knew she could trust Lettie and Charity with her secrets. Charity, bless her, was an angel. She had a heart of gold and helped everyone she could, despite growing up in a rather snobbish family. She was trustworthy with relationship problems, as she had been dating her man candy, Phineas, since they were both thirteen years old. Now, at age nineteen, she was more than happy to help her roommate out of some boy trouble.

“Woah, woah- before you dump all of this on us, we need /backstory/, sweetie. What was he wearing? Was he nervous? What did he say?” Charity asked, straightening out her plaid skirt as she moved to sit on her knees. The school didn't have a very strict dress code, yet Charity always looked like she had walked out of any stereotypical movie.

“Uh-- Um, jeans, a maroon shirt, and… converse? Yeah. White converse. He was really fidgety and stuff, and he… He, uh… asked me to go see a movie with him. This weekend. Saturday.” Anne placed her hands on her lap, a soft blush rising to her cheeks.

Charity and Lettie both looked at each other, and let out the same high pitched squeal. “Aww, little miss forever lonely is going on a /date/! With a soccer player? He plays soccer, right? He looks like the kind of guy to play soccer,” Lettie chimed in, smiling wide. Lettie was much less proper than Charity. Though she was sometimes quiet and reserved, around her girls she took over the position of ringleader. She was a total badass in Anne's mind. She took no shit from anyone, and luckily lived in the room right across the hall from Charity and Anne.

“Hey, calm down! I-... I didn't say yes,” Anne admitted, rubbing her arm.

“You what?!” Charity yelled loudly, her eyes wide. “Anne, I-- How could you /not/ say yes?! He likes you so much and he's so sweet and Phineas says he's really kind for a rich kid, and--”

“I didn't say no, either…” Anne mumbled, rubbing her forehead. “He caught me by surprise and I- I ran away. I said, “Oh, what?” And I ran away.”

Lettie groaned, shaking her head. “My God, Anne, you screwed yourself over,” She huffed. “I mean, come on, even /I/ would say yes to that.”

“Are you saying Phillip looks like a girl?” Anne raised a brow.

“I mean, he does look kind of pretty sometimes,” Charity murmured, raising a brow and crossing his arms.

Anne only shook her head, gulping. “Okay- Yeah, okay. What should I do, then? He probably isn't here anymore, and he definitely won't come back after this…”

Charity thought for a moment, before grinning. “He's Phin's roommate! I can just have Phin tell him to come see you again!”

“Or, y'know, you could always sneak out yourself and go find your precious little Juliet,” Lettie shrugged. “Your call, Romeo.”

Anne bit her lip. Both options were tempting, she had to admit, but… She liked Lettie's plan more.

“Okay. Yeah. You two are going to help me sneak out, right after you help me with this freakin’ chemistry paper,” She muttered, grabbing her book bag off of the ground.

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The plan went into action the next night. Anne had worked extremely hard in all of her classes that day to ensure she wouldn't have any homework, and even had time to squeeze in a quick shower after her dance class, so she would be able to put all of her attention onto breaking out and finding Phillip.

After her afternoon classes were finished, she met with Charity and Lettie behind the school building. As she walked up, she couldn't help but see how badly Charity stuck out in their little group. Charity was wearing a blue summer dress with quarter sleeves and a pair of white ballet flats with blue polkadots. She glanced at Lettie, who was wearing something more… Lettie-ish. She was in a pair of blue skinny jeans, with a white t-shirt underneath. Her curly hair was pulled into a bun on top of her head, making sure her entire leather jacket was shown off to the world. To top it off, she completed the look with a pair of red converse.

When the two saw Anne, rather than have a look of giddy happiness, they shared an equal look of disgust. “Anne, sweetie, don't take this the wrong way, but are you really meeting up with your dream guy in… that?” Charity asked softly, glancing at Anne's purple, paint-stained t-shirt and black leggings, not to mention her no-makeup/bedhead.

“For once, I agree with Char. You look like a hobo, babe. Don't you have something sexier to put on?” Lettie raised a brow, but before Anne could say anything, Charity slapped her arm.

“Lettie! She is meeting up with a classy young man, not a hormone-driven twelve year old. She needs to look sophisticated!”

“Guys--”

“Charity, no, she should look hot and badass to impress him--”

“Uh, guys?”

“Oh, my God, not everyone is going to look like a badass butch when they meet the love of their life!”

“Come on, Anne could definitely pull off the badass butch look--”

“Guys!” Anne yelled, crossing her arms. “Can you quit it for a minute and actually /help/ me get ready, instead of arguing over what /my/ decision should be?” Charity and Lettie both sighed, but nodded. The three of them walked to their dorm, laughing away after the whole ordeal.

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It took the girls an hour and a half to finally get Anne ready. They started with hair and makeup. Lettie curled Anne's hair to perfection, leaving it looking both styled and natural, while Charity focused on giving Anne a natural, sweet makeup look. As most of the clothes she owned were sweatpants, hoodies, and t-shirts, Anne ended up borrowing clothes from the other two girls. She wore a pair of Charity's black skinny jeans with one of her white tank tops, and stole an oversized purple flannel from Lettie, who also gave her a few bracelets and a pair of earrings. She insisted on wearing her own black and white Adidas, and soon, she was ready to go out. She took her wallet, her ID, and her student pass, hugging each of the girls before walking out and down the hall.

Sneaking out was much easier than she anticipated, despite being caught. She simply told the principal that she was visiting her brother who had come to town. Which, it wasn't a complete lie- he /was/ in the city, but she had no intentions on seeing him this time.

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“Do you really think she's going to be able to do it?” Charity asked Lettie as they sat on the beds in the small dorm room.

Lettie shrugged, and smiled. “Come on, Char. Annie is a smart girl, she'll be fine.” She assured her, crossing her arms.

“I'm just a little worried, that's all… I've heard some people call Carlyle a bit of a scandal,” She said softly, frowning.

“Charity, do you really believe that?” Lettie raised a brow. “I mean, come on. They called me a bit of a scandal too,” She grinned.

“Speaking of scandal… How are you and that girl from your trig class?” Charity smirked, and Lettie instantly went red, smiling wide. It was nice to see Lettie so happy, and Charity knew that the new girl would take good care of her best friend.

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Anne reached the entrance of the boy's school after a thirty minute walk. She glanced around and quickly climbed the large gate, running toward the nearest building. Charity had said that Phineas and Phillip shared room 203 on the second floor, and from where she was sitting, Anne could see straight through the windows. She gulped as she saw the familiar face.

Phillip was sitting at a desk in their room, writing away. He was right in front of the window, and Anne could feel her heart flutter in her chest, though she would never admit it. She quickly ran to the side of the building, glancing around. She had taken gymnastics her entire life. She did arial yoga for fun. She and her brother would climb things all the time.

She wasn't surprised when she found herself scaling the building, stopping right next to Phillip's window. Really, it was too easy.

When she gently knocked on the glass, she heard a loud scream, and what appeared to be a loud crash. Her eyes went wide and she ducked her head, but slowly looked up when she heard the window open, a shocked phillip greeting her as he rubbed a red spot on his forehead. “Hiya, Carlyle… Mind if I come in?” She asked with a nervous grin.

Once inside, she was grateful that Phineas was nowhere to be seen. She looked around, tilting his head. One side of the room was extremely messy and untidy, while the other was neat, clean, and proper. She could tell from all of the literary quotes hanging on the walls that that side was Phillip's. She hesitated before climbing onto his bed, crossing her legs. “I, uh… I just came to apologize for yesterday,” She said as she glanced over at him.

For once, he was the one that looked bad during one of their meetings, but she still thought he looked gorgeous. He was shirtless and was wearing gray sweatpants, and looked like he hadn't slept at all. She noticed a few scars littering his chest and shoulders, but didn't mention it.

Phillip shook his head and ran his hand through his messy hair, gulping. “No, no- It's completely fine. Really. Don't worry about it.” He said with a rigid smile, crossing his arms as he leaned against the desk.

Anne bit her lip. She hesitated and glanced down, before rubbing her arm. “...I also snuck out of my school to come all the way here to tell you yes. I would love to go see a movie with you.”

At those words, Phillip's eyes widened. He gulped and smiled nervously, but after a moment he let out a soft chuckle, smiling wide as he tilted his head. “Really? You want to?” He asked softly.

“Of course I would. Just tell me when and where to meet ya, and I'll be there.” She smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed with her feet hanging off.

“Actually, let me pick you up. I have somewhere special in mind,” Phillip murmured, taking a few steps closer.

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Once again, Anne enlisted the help of Charity and Lettie to help her get ready for the date. She decided on something a little different, and Lettie did her hair and makeup this time, deciding to borrow a dress from Charity. The girls gushed over her, gave her a stereotypical first date parent speech, and sent her on her way. That night, Anne felt happier than she had in a long time.

That night, she and Phillip danced under the stars after the movie ended, her lavendar dress twirling around her as Phillip spun her around. Their night ended in a kiss, one of many more to come, but once she got back to the dorm, looking dopey and extremely happy, the night of gushing about Phillip had only begun.

Maybe coming to boarding school wasn't such a bad idea after all. After all, she had two amazingly great friends who helped her through all of her oblivious teen girl struggles, a new boy that was there for her whenever she needed him, and a great plan for her future. Anne finally felt like she belonged somewhere, both in a group hug with her two best friends, and in her loving boyfriend's arms.

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Storm Season (2/???)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word count: 3035 :)

Content warning: VossMiles flirting, Voss... sweating

Synopsis: Voss meets Miles for a normal little chat and some coffee.

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The apartment Voss had been able to set himself up with that first night was… well it was what you’d expect from a no questions asked, cash in hand first night move in. He told himself this would be temporary. It was, at the very least, better than being left to Delhon’s bitter winter air. Marginally, anyway. He didn’t have shit but the nasty coffee table whoever was here last left behind, and a futon. He was almost more grateful that the frame had been empty when he got here. Though he still wasn’t exactly recovered from sleeping on the floor that day...

He turned Mr. Aarika’s card over in his hands. He hadn’t realized it at the time, but it smelled nice as well as being pretty. Made sense, the logo on the back was some big fancy perfume company, he’d found. Probably one of the nicest businesses that called Delhon their home, too. What was he, he wondered..? He could always call and ask, but...

Ugh, something about the prospect made him nervous. Finding work was proving more difficult than he’d anticipated, but he didn’t want to seem desperate. Or pathetic. Either. Both.

He wanted to see him again, though. More than healthy, but healthy wasn’t exactly his strong suit when it came to men like that. Was a week too short a time? He had to be a busy man, he couldn’t imagine someone who carried around business cards not being. Then again he used to carry business cards when he was pretending law fit him, but Voss was kind of an outlier.

It wouldn’t kill him to see what he had in mind… if he wasn’t just tossing these out to whatever pretty ex fleet he saw that day. Voschi would love to believe he was special, but getting his hopes up felt dangerous. For both of them.

“Just fucking do the damn thing.” He grumbled to himself, leg shaking more than he liked it to. He took one more deep breath before tapping Miles’ number into his phone.

“Hello?” Came his voice after two rings, certainly less sweet than he’d been last week.

“Uh, hi, Mr. Aarika?” Voss wished he’d drank something before doing this, anything. He got up to pace as he spoke. “It’s, uh, Voss, I don’t know if you-”

“Oh Voschi!” His delight made Voss burn a bright teal almost instantly. “Hi, sweetheart, how have you been holding up?”

“Oh y’know, doing my best.” Voss could swear he heard something on the other end of his call, but couldn’t place what. “I’ve been, uh, thinking about you- uh, your offer I mean.”

“I do hope you’ve not been out on the street this whole time, honey.” The concern in his voice was sweet. Almost swoon worthy.

“No, no, I’ve got a place, but not really anything else, y’know?” Voschi ran his hand over his slow growing buzz cut and that metal clamp binding his skull together. “I just, uh, can’t survive on fumes forever, ha ha.” Oh god, that came out so much more pathetic than he wanted it to. Aarika hummed on the other end and clicked his tongue. Voss bit his knuckle as he waited for him to respond.

“Oh baby, they did you dirty didn’t they?” Aarika sighed finally. “Tell you what, how about you meet me for coffee this weekend, hm? See what I can do for you.”

“Uh, yeah, yeah that sounds great, Mr. Aarika.” Voss nodded unnecessarily as he spoke. “Where? There isn’t, uh exactly a lot of places around me…”

“Can I text you at this number? I can send you some addresses close to where we met if you’d like.”

“Sure! That’s fine, I uh, ended up pretty close to there anyway…”

The weekend, Saturday specifically, came surprisingly quick for someone with nothing to fill up his time. He did end up buying a marginally nicer set of clothes for this. He wasn’t entirely broke, not yet anyway.

The cafe Mr. Aarika suggested wasn’t exactly close, but he would rather get a little further away from his new neighborhood. It was nice, pretty, and he was already situated by the time Voss showed up.

“Hey, uh, sorry to keep you waiting.” He said, pulling off his gloves and stuffing them in his coat pocket as he slid into the chair opposite Aarika.

“Oh, it’s fine, I just got here myself.” Mr. Aarika said with a reassuring smile. His anon outfit had been ditched, and with it any attempt to look less rich than he apparently was. What looked like a diamond chain sat in the center of his generously unbuttoned shirt. He also might have been wearing… Mascara? Something? Were his eyes that pretty when they first met?

Maybe it was the lack of grey… Jade… feline pupils… They really just made him that more breathtaking. Whether or not Mr. Aarika noticed Voschi’s internal… crisis? he didn’t seem to care. He beckoned a yellowblooded waitress to their table without taking those pretty eyes off Voss.

“You look like you could do with some caffeine, Mr. Horjan.” Aarika mused. “Any preferences?”

“Uh… I don’t usually go for fancy or nothin’, but I wouldn’t say no if you’ve got suggestions.”

“Good” He said with a grin, batting his eyelashes up at their patient waitress. “Two of my usual then, honey. Ah, hold the… y’know for my friend here.” She nodded. Voss didn’t want to ask what "y'know" meant. He had a hunch.

“Yes sir, can I get you anything el-”

“Can I have a muffin?” Voss didn’t let her finish. “Blueberry?” She looked mildly annoyed, but smiled all the same.

“‘Course.” She said, jotting that down on her notepad. She looked to Mr. Aarika almost expectantly.

“That’s it for now.” He said with a wave of his hand. With a nod she was off.

“So Voschi Voschi Voschi...” He started, leaning onto the table. “What on Alternia are we going to do with you?” The way he said his name, how he almost purred the word ‘you’ didn’t exactly make forming an answer easy.

“Um, I don’t know.” He said, unzipping his hoodie now that he finally felt warm enough to take it off. “I’ll kind of do whatever right now. Not really in the position to be picky.” Miles hummed and tapped his heavily ringed fingers along the table.

“I wouldn’t want to throw you into something you wouldn’t like, sweetheart. I’d like to see that your needs are met, whatever we settle on. If anything.” He said, with a dizzying earnestness.

“Hah, I mean, you don’t really gotta go out of your way for me- Uh, I don’t even really know what you do, anyway.” Letting himself get too swept up in Mr. Aarika could potentially be dangerous, especially with how eager he was to help. Not that he seemed keen on doing anything unsavory but…

Voss was well aware of how to use a pretty face. And how often they expected something in return.

“Oh, right, right, I’m getting too far ahead of myself, aren’t I? My apologies.” Their waitress returned as Mr. Aarika sat back, sliding two delicately decorated cappuccinos in front of the two of them, and a still warm muffin in front of Voss. Aarika smiled at her and winked, that apparently enough of a dismissal.

“What was I saying? Oh yes, right, about me…” Voss peeled the wrapper off his muffin as Mr. Aarika spoke, not entirely trusting the temperature of his drink yet.

“Well, let’s see, I’m a fairly important head at Divinity Cloud Fragrances, as I’m sure you may have gathered.” Voss nodded, unsurprised. “Good boy. I’m very involved with the… formula development of our scents. However I’ve made a fair few friends outside of my chosen industry. Fingers in a lot of pies and all that.”

“Is this one of those pies?” Voss asked, gesturing vaguely around the cafe. Some of that wonder he’d looked at Voss with when he’d guessed his blood color was back.

“That’s- Yes, as a matter of fact it is, but-”

“Please, Mr. Aarika,” Voss said with an arrogant roll of his eyes. Perhaps that would distract from the color rising to his face. “You’re either super regular here, or you’re the one who cracks the whip. No gold acts like that to a caste two up from her, even if he is sexy and decked out in diamonds.”

Aarika tapped his fingers on the table again, delight in those sharp green eyes. Voss noticed now that one of his indexes was robotic. And just as expensive looking as his rings. Mr. Aarika leaned in as much as his untouched mug would allow.

“Sexy?”

“You don’t need me to tell you that.”

“Always nice to hear, sweetheart.” He said with a wide grin. “Especially from such a handsome young man.”

Voss wondered if he could tell how hard his heart was hammering against his chest. Rainbowdrinkers were supposed to be perceptive to that sort of thing right? Voss could die right here.

“I’m- not that young.” He managed to say, sitting up a little straighter.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Aarika said, eyeing Voss’ freckles.

“You prefer that, Mr. Aarika?” Voss’ mouth said before his brain could stop it. Aarika’s eyes narrowed, his smile faltering but only slightly.

“Don’t push it, Voschi.” He said lightly, but Voss could feel some weight somewhere behind those words.

“I- sorry, Mr. Aarika,” He sputtered, a real flush turning his cheeks blue this time. “I didn’t mean- uh-” Aarika gently placed a hand over his wrist, stopping Voss nearly instantaneously.

“Easy, baby.” He said soothingly, running his soft thumb along the side of Voss’ wrist. “Apology accepted.”

He left his hand over Voschi’s a few seconds too long. Maybe admiring Voss’ hummingbird pulse, maybe for added intimidation. Maybe he liked it there. Voschi sure did.

Voss swallowed when Aarika sat back. He took his cup, which Voss noticed had slightly different colored foam to his.

“So tell me about yourself, Voschi.” He said, graciously moving on. “I have to say I’m absolutely fascinated by how perceptive you are. It’s almost frightening, frankly. What do they do with smart boys like you in the fleet, hm?”

Voss took a moment to formulate a good answer.

“Nothin’ nice.” He sighed finally, thumbing the handle of his mug. “Lotta paperwork ‘fore I got promoted. Stamping things, sorting more. Ended up a mid-decks officer eventually, keeping people in line. Occasionally getting to give my input on tactical stuff. Was pretty decent til I…” Voss ran his teeth along his bottom lip. How much of that was he going to have to explain..? “I had an accident, bad. Kind of a miracle they didn’t just feed me to the ship.” The idea of having to contact his… surgeon, reanimator, whatever, really didn’t sit right with him, but who did anything without a price?

Whatever that was going to be.

Miles hummed into his cappuccino, those sharp eyes finding the edge of Voschi’s hat. He self consciously tugged it down over that ugly metal piece, the fabric once again protesting around his horns. He looked curious, but was merciful enough not to ask about it.

“I presume you were good at what you did before you came back?” Miles stated more than asked. Voss nodded, immediately regretting the swimmy feeling it brought behind his eyes.

“Anyone can be good at paperwork.” Voss shrugged, finally daring to try his drink. It was surprisingly sweet, and almost a bit too warming with how much Miles already raised his temperature.

“I’m good at doing what I’m told to.”

“Are you, now?” A real spark lit up Miles’ eyes, practically lethal with the grin he flashed. “I know a lot of people who say that but don’t mean it, sweetheart.”

“I’d mean it for you, Mr. Aarika.” Voss said, leaning in slightly.

“Would you, Voschi?” He asked lowly, amusedly watching Voss’ face flush at his tone. “Because I can find a lot of use for someone eager to please me.”

Voss bit his lip, desperately trying to keep himself grounded in this cafe with other people around. Was he opposed to what Miles was implying? He could be implying a lot of things, but the “accidental” brush of his shoe against Voss’ leg was really making his mind go places.

“Yes sir.” He said, hoping he was less shaky sounding than he felt. Miles laughed, leaning back. Voss took the break in eye contact to let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. He would gladly go jump into one of the snowdrifts outside right about now.

“Oh sir.” Miles beamed. “I do so love a troll with manners...”

A buzzing from Miles’ side of the table shook the both of them out of whatever flirtatious air they had. Perhaps it was better for Voss for him to be distracted, that much of Miles’ undivided attention was… a lot.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I’ve got to take this, excuse me.” Miles stood from the table as he unlocked his phone. Voss nodded once again, this time slightly less aggressively. He watched Miles’ hips swing him into some back room. He still heard a fairly annoyed “What?” escape his lips before the door closed on him.

He took a few minutes. In those minutes Voss flagged down their waitress for a glass of water, and mostly finished his cappuccino. When that door opened again, Miles was… dangerous looking. Just for a split second, but too long for Voss not to notice.

“Sorry about that, baby.” He said, composure regained when he returned to the table. He didn’t sit back down.

“Everything alright?” Voss felt like he knew the answer to that. He could sense… tension. There was less of a cool, relaxed air about his posture, but he was clearly trying to mimic some approximation of that.

“Not… exactly. I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut this short, Voschi. My sincerest apologies.” Miles gathered his coat from the back of his chair. “I do think this is the start of a beautiful... relationship of some description, however.”

Voss scrambled to stand, a bit clumsier than he would have liked to.

“Uh, right, right.” He said, grabbing his jacket from his seat, still too warm to wear it. “Um, yeah, I appreciate even the consideration for something, Mr. Aarika, really.”

“Mmm, you’re so cute, you know that? Walk with me.” Voss didn’t have to be told twice, trailing after him on the invisible leash Miles had attached to him already.

“I’ll make sure to text you, Voschi.” Miles said when they reached the sidewalk. The blast of cold air didn’t sober Voschi nearly as much as he was expecting it to. “Soon, promise. I can’t imagine what you’ve found is very… hospitable.”

“You got that right.” Voschi breathed. Miles side and reached up to pat his cheek. His fingers lingered there for longer than necessary, tracing the sharp line of Voschi’s jaw.

Anything. Voss would do anything for him right now. He felt genuinely, mortifyingly weak kneed. Was it him? Was it the fact that Voss hadn’t had this sort of attention in months? Sweeps, even?

"Maybe caffiene wasn't the best choice for you." Miles hummed, running his thumb along Voss' hot cheek. "I'll have to take you for drinks next time, I suppose." He removed his hand from Voschi's face, tapping at his phone a few times before flashing him one last smile.

"Well. Do take care of yourself, Voschi. I suspect I'll see more of you soon."

"As much as you w- ah, uh, yeah definitely." Voss swallowed, but it didn't really help anything. "Uh, good luck with your thing or whatever, Mr. Aarika."

Miles' next contact with him was the next evening. His call actually woke Voss up.

"Hello?" Voss asked sleepily.

"Hiii Voschi. I didn't call too early did I, baby?"

"Oh, uh, no, no I was just getting up anyway." Voss said in a quick lie. "Uh, I'd prefer to wake up to your voice than anything anyway." Miles laughed on the other end. Why did he say that? Why? It wasn't untrue, but...

"Aww, you're adorable." Miles said with a grin in his voice. "One of these nights you're going to make me blush, I swear. Anyway, I'm so sorry about last night- urgent business in the office. I have been thinking about you since we parted, though."

"Uh, good things, I hope." Voss said, feeling his nerves begging him to pace. Miles laughed, forcing Voss to his feet fully.

"Oh Voss would you mind if they'd been bad?" A beat long enough for Voss to feel his face warm, then:

"It has been good though." Voss thought he heard the tink of his metal finger against some hard surface in the background. "There's a position at a restaurant I'm involved in that just opened up. I know it's not exactly glamorous, but it does need filling rather quickly. Are you familiar with The Gilded Palace on 43rd and Cyan?"

"That place with the marble columns out front?" Damn, who was this guy? That was the sort of place that made you feel poorer just to walk past.

"That would be the one! I'll spare you the details, but we recently had to terminate one of our head of staff. Tragic, really. He was an excellent host."

"Right, uh. Hm."

"What's the matter, Voschi?" Miles asked, hearing his hesitation. "Not into the restaurant business?"

"No it’s not that. It's, uh… my head injury kinda makes… noise hurt." Aarika hummed on the other line, that finger of his still tapping against some hard surface.

“Hm… How about this: we put you on a test ride and see if you can handle it. If not, I’m sure we can make something else work.”

“I-, yeah, sure.” Voss swallowed. What would saying no get him? Certainly not any more food for his cabinets. If Aarika was this set on him, who was he to refuse anyway? “I really appreciate this, Mr. A.”

“Oh I hope so, Voschi.” He hummed over the line. “I’d hate to see you fall into bad hands.”

#Zilly drabbles #Voschi tag #Voschi Horjan #Smiles tag #Mr. Smiles #Storm Season #heheheeheeeeeee wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Unpopular pjo opinion: Percy became too op and Mary Sue for me in The Last Olympian. Like, did he really have to become near-indestructible? Why would Annabeth just jump in between him and (to her knowledge) certain death? Like, shes smart enough that she would have planned further ahead instead of doing something so irrational! And why did Percy just decide not to tell anyone about his invincibility until much later? Could have helped the group out in the beginning, y'know!

I mean…I wouldn’t call him a Mary Sue, no. I definitely see the angle you’re coming from, but like. Literally a normal mortal would have stood no chance against Kronos. It just wasn’t going to happen. Percy got the smallest scratch from that scythe and almost had his soul burned away. And to everyone’s knowledge right up until Percy handed over the knife, it looked like Percy was going to have to fight Kronos and win if Olympus stood any chance. Also, the army for the ‘good side’? It was like…40 campers, the Hunters, and some nature spirits. Versus huge, seemingly never-ending hordes of monsters and twisted demigods and mortal mercenaries and angry minor gods and titans. Coming at the city from all sides. They would not have been able to win this without Percy swimming in the Styx. That’s just a fact- he was able to take down way more monsters and villains than before he got the curse. Camp Half-Blood has always been relatively small headcount wise. He was convinced to take the curse because that’s what they needed to happen.

ALSO, It was important because Luke also had taken up the curse, and Percy and Luke are very obviously literary foils. Luke took the curse to serve Kronos and Percy took it to defeat him. Luke took the curse to protect himself and Percy took the curse to protect his friends. Throughout the entire series, the boys are clearly meant to be foils of each other, and there are multiple moments where it seems as though Percy is ‘following in Luke’s footsteps’ so to speak, so it absolutely makes sense that jumping in the Styx is something Percy would have to do.

Not to mention, Percy taking up the curse was (very cleverly, in my opinion) used as a way to show us he’s becoming a man. Remember at the end of botl where Poseidon tells him he’d ‘be a man if we were in Sparta’? A very common thing in books to symbolize a character growing up is to have them separate from their mother. Killing the mother off is unfortunately the most common way to do this, but Sally is amazing and got lucky. We, as readers by this point, are used to Percy asking his mom for advice. “Should I leave camp to join this quest? What do you think this means?” stuff like that. The fact that Percy needs his mother’s blessing for the curse to work makes the scene in their kitchen a turning point. He’s not asking if she thinks this is a bad idea, he’s saying “This is my only shot of saving Olympus. This is the only way. I need to do this.” Sally has spent her son’s entire life trying to defy fate. She kept him out of camp too long, she surrounded herself with the worst mortals possible to keep him safe, she wanted to keep him with her because he’s her baby. And he absolutely still is, no one’s contesting that, but the scene forces her to confront the fact he’s growing up. She has to make the decision to give him up, to put him in the hands of his own fate. The scene is used to show the readers ‘this is not the little boy who started the series’. He doesn’t need his mom to drive him into battles anymore. And the fact that Sally did give her blessing was good for Percy. He knows he’s the biggest light in his mother’s life, you can tell he’s more panicked about how his death would affect her than he was about actually dying. The fact that she symbolically gave him up to fate…He left the apartment knowing he didn’t have to worry about her. He knew that his mother had come to terms with everything and would, eventually and with help from Paul, be okay after he died. That was a strong moment for them both, and it allowed Percy to focus all his energy on the war.

As for Annabeth…that scene on the bridge was so important oh my God. It WAS irrational, you’re correct, and that’s why it’s one of the most meaningful moments in the series!

Annabeth, as we’ve seen time and time again, even as recently as ‘Blood of Olympus’, is terrified of emotions. She hates them! Because they’re not rational. It drives her crazy, crazy that she can’t understand things like her relationship with her family, or her relationship with Luke. Annabeth is this strong minded, rational being, but that’s not how feelings work. She feels things very strongly, and that scares her, because it leaves her confused and unsure of what she’s doing.

We see Annabeth act irrationally many times throughout the series…and those moments are always connected to Luke. Thinking if she just yells loud enough she can get through to him, refusing to give up on him even when he’s literally got Kronos living inside him, basically her every thought about him is crazy. It’s understandable, certainly, because he means so much to her, but? From the standpoint of literally everyone else? He’s Kronos’ number one man and host, he’s not coming back (and it’s the irrational emotions that save him! that save Olympus! that’s so important!). But the point is, this entire series, Annabeth’s ONE weak spot has always been Luke. That’s why Percy was always so frustrated with her, especially in the later books. She’d defend Luke to her grave even though he was evil, for all intents and purposes, and as Percy was a young teenager with a very strong crush I’m sure you can imagine how that’d make him feel second best? It’s fairly obvious from botl that he knew or at least suspected Annabeth had a crush on him…but she didn’t even have her feelings for Luke figured out at that point. Annabeth never made any irrational decisions regarding Percy. She’s not the best with emotions, absolutely, and from Percy’s point of view, all her strongest feelings have always been for Luke. He trusts her as a best friend, he trusts her to not defect to the Titan Army and keep fighting for the gods, but Luke’s the one she’s always going to defend. Luke’s always gonna be her weakness. Kronos is using Luke’s body as a shell and she still believes in her heart he’s in there and she can get through to him. And that’s where most of Annabeth’s energies lay, at this point. She’s worried about Percy, and she’s mad at him (but it’s mostly stemming from worry), and she has a crush on him…but she’s never been so overcome with her feelings for him that she did something stupid before. That’s always been a Luke thing, a Luke thing against her will, and I think that’s why she really doesn’t realize “I love Luke like a brother” until the climax of the fight. She’s never had a moment like that with Percy, because Percy is always right there and dependable and doesn’t need anyone to save him. She clamps down on her feelings for him at times because she’s afraid of what will happen to her if he dies. She doesn’t want Percy to be her weak spot because he has such a higher chance of dying. She’s scared of opening herself up and getting hurt again, like with Luke. She. hates. emotions. and. wants. to. suppress. them.

And she doesn’t know at this point that she’s the one and only thing tying Percy’s soul to the mortal world.

But she sees someone advancing on his unprotected back with a poison-dripping knife (and how easily could that have been the cursed blade to reap the hero’s soul?)

And she feels it in the pit of her stomach that something’s wrong, she knows he’s not going to be able to defend himself in time. So what does she do, willingly, for the first time in her life?

Gives in to her irrational feelings.

She doesn’t fight them at all. She jumps in front of the knife.

This is just such an important turning point for the two of them- Percy never expected her to do something like that for him. For Luke, maybe Thalia, sure, but he probably expected a more calculated move, or a plan for himself. This was the first time he really started to see the depth of her feelings for him, which made him feel braver confronting his own feelings for her. And Annabeth now immediately has to confront the facts- she’d die for Percy. I don’t think that’s something she realized she would do before she jumped. She can’t ignore her emotions now, they just clawed their way out of their carefully constructed cage and shoved her in front of a poisoned dagger.

And she’s still scared of feelings and things that don’t make sense, because that’s not something you shake so quickly, but because of this moment? When she was in the throne room and she realized either Luke or Percy was about to die? She was able to figure out her feelings pretty damn fast.

(Also, didn’t Percy choose not to tell the camp about the Achilles’ Curse because he knew there was still a spy there?)

#send me pjo stuff yo #pjo #percy jackson #Annabeth chase #rick riordan #asks #molly mumbles

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So, after some encourage me from Shayna, I decided to post some of my imagines that were originally on Wattpad. I am really sorry if this sucks badly, but I tried. I might post more too! I apologize for any grammar, spelling, or punctuation errors of any kind. Anyway, thank you Shayna! @sunshine-and-chocolate-kisses

"Dude, this is serious. My dad might really send me to Oats Military Academy this time!" Ted said in utter despair to his best friend, Bill Preston, who looked just as mortified.

"This is most heinous! How will we convince your old man not to send you to Alaska?" Bill replied, trying to think of ideas to save his best bud from military school.

"I have no idea. I'm sure he's looking for plane tickets already!" Ted said with forlorn expression, which should never happen. Ted should always be happy and ready to rock n' roll.

"Wait, dude! I think I just came up with the most excellent plan to save you." Bill jollity said, feeling a hypothetical light bulb appear above his curly blond locks.

"Well, what is it, dude?" Ted questioned hastily, eager to hear Bill's genius plan.

"Okay, well, you know [Name] [Last Name], right? The really smart honors babe?" Bill asked, referring to one of the most intelligent girls in their grade.

"Yeah, what about her?" Ted inquired, a bit confused at first. What did [Name] have to do with Oats?

"Okay well, here's the plan, my amigo. We ask [Name] to fake date you for awhile, just so your old man lays off." Bill revealed, feeling a bit proud. Man, who knew he was so good at this?

"Wait what? What if [Name] says no? That would be bogus!" Ted replied, feeling a bit more skeptical and reluctant to carry out this plan. But then again, when did Bill's plans ever fail them?

I mean, they did pass history! Even if they received help [note: Rufus was the help], but who cares? They passed!

"She'll say yes, dude. [Name] is nuts for you." Bill reassured with a knowing smile.

"How do you know?" Ted questions.

"Okay, well you know Misty—I mean—MOM? Well, she's friends with [Name]'s older sister, and sometimes they mention [Name]'s love life. I overhear stuff, y'know." Bill revealed, which left Ted surprised at the revelation.

"Oh, really?" Ted mumbled, still dazed in shock. He wasn't expecting such a pretty and smart girl to find interest in HIM. Ted knows he's a ditz, he hears people talk about him sometimes. And while sometimes it hurts to hear people's general opinion of him, he chooses not to care.

He's destined for great things—both him and Bill. So, who cares what others think?

"Trust me, Ted. It'll work!" Bill reassures one last time before they start practicing their songs.

"What?" [Name] asks in surprise, still grasping her AP Chemistry books in her hands.

"Please [Name]..." Ted pleaded, unintentionally making a puppy face, which seemed totally lame of him but [Name] found it cute.

"Let me get this straight, Ted. You want to hire me as a fake girlfriend so your dad doesn't send you to Alaska for military school?" [Name] asked, repeating everything she heard to make sure she was right.

"Yup." Ted bluntly replied, a grin on his face, which [Name] thought was adorable. It wouldn't hurt to help the poor kid, right? Plus, [Name] doesn't think Ted could be states away from Bill. Those two were inseparable.

"How much pay is the job?" She asked, giving a smirk back in reply.

"Well, what did she say?" Bill asked, tuning his guitar to the best of his ability, which was not that great.

It was after school already, and the two boys were getting ready for band practice.

"She actually said yes, dude! I have a girlfriend, a fake one, but a girlfriend nevertheless!" Ted exclaimed in delight, now the hard part was actually convincing his dad.

"Excellent! I told you, dude!" Bill happily responded.

"Yeah, later tonight I'm going to tell my dad, so we'll see how that goes." Ted informed Bill. After that, the two rockers got into their regular routine as the Wyld Stallyns.

"Hey baabe!" Ted called out for [Name], who was walking with her Academic Decathlon friends.

"Who is he talking to?" [Name]'s friend, Trinity, asked with a scandalized tone.

"Me." [Name] replied, which shocks everyone in the friend group as Ted approaches her.

"Don't mind me, dudes. I need to borrow my girlfriend for a moment." Ted says without delay, gently taking [Name]'s hand and dragging her away.

"What's the big idea, Ted?" [Name] asks once they reach a more reclusive part of the campus.

"Okay, so I told my dad I had a girlfriend at dinner last night." Ted revealed, and he seemed a bit timid too.

"Oh, how did he respond?" [Name] queried, curious to hear the answer.

"Well, him and my brother laughed for about five minutes straight at the news. He almost choked from laughing too much." Ted replied, feeling a bit ashamed and embarrassed.

At the new information, [Name] felt determine to prove people wrong about Ted Logan. Sure, he was sometimes ditzy, but he was a very nice person. Not to mention, he's very cute. It sadden and irritated [Name] that Ted and his friend Bill had such a bad reputation.

[Name] let out a heavy sigh before looking up at her tall (fake) boyfriend with a determined look, "Look Ted, we're going to convince everyone in San Dimas we're a thing. Trust me, you'll never step foot on Alaskan soil if you don't want to."

Ted smiled, feeling a bit better, "Thanks [Name], you're pretty cool yourself."

"I know dude, I know. So, when am I meeting your old man?" [Name] asked, already thinking of possible outfits to wear. She needs to dress to impress.

"Saturday?" Ted suggested, and [Name] nodded.

"I'll see you at 7!"

After that, [Name] went through motions of her week. But it didn't come without repercussions of Ted announcing their relationship, and she was having trouble with her friends. It just angered [Name] so much, so what if Ted isn't good at math?

Or so what if he forgot his chemistry homework? He isn't a bad person at all, but her friends want to think otherwise.

"C'mon [Name], why are you with him? He's so beneath you." David, a so-called friend, stated. Murmurs of agreements could be heard from the hallway, and that was the final straw for her.

"Look, assholes. I don't know what stick is up your asses, but I'm not dealing with it. I'm dating Ted, so what? It isn't your business, and frankly, he's way above you. At least he isn't degrading people, and making them feel bad for who they. So you know what? Screw you guys, he's my boyfriend!" [Name] ranted out, feeling livid at her friends, which she wasn't sure if they were her friends anymore.

To put it bluntly, they were too shock to even say anything towards the angry girl. [Name] ran into Ted as soon as she left the classroom, seeing him outside the door.

"[Name]..." Ted mumbled, and it was so sad seeing him so dejected.

"You heard those idiots, huh? Well, don't listen to them, Ted. You're cool and I like you for you." [Name] reassured, giving him a smile, taking his hand into hers.

"You're the best, babe." Ted replied back, a huge grin growing on his face.

"I know. I can't help it, y'know." [Name] replied, and the two walked down the hallway, their hands intertwined with each other.

In the end, when Saturday evening came, it turned out that Ted's father absolutely adored her. He was happy to see his son date such a respectable and intelligent young lady, even claiming that [Name] would be a good influence.

If Mr. Logan had any plans of sending his son away, they were halted as Ted's (and even Bill's) grades ended up improving as [Name] tutored them.

Ted and [Name] decided to drop the "fake" part out of their relationship and ended up as an actual couple. Even Ted's younger brother thought [Name] was cool, and he was a hard-ass to impress.

Bill was thrilled that he was the best wingman ever, but he was also happy his best friend wasn't leaving.

After all, the Wyld Stallyns were going to change the world.

#does this even make sense? probably not #I'm sorry this is horrible #keanu reeves #keanu reeves imagine #imagine keanu reeves #bill and ted #bill and ted imagine #ted theodore logan #bill s preston esquire #my writing

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