#i'm gonna give him a dog in another one of my aus to make up for it

[bunnys-kisses]

vegetable patch (pt.2)

hybrid!simon 'ghost' riley & hybrid!john 'soap' mactavish

cw: hybrid!au, guard dog!simon, guard dog!john, bunny!reader, pregnancy/breeding, oral sex (femme & masc receiving), threesome, outdoor sex, cum eating (brief), exhibitionism

bunny says: there might be a part 3 (if you play your cards right)

read pt. 1

being the bunny on the farm was… different. farmer price only had guard dogs, but he never had a bunny. especially a pregnant bunny. he did the awkward task of making you take a pregnancy test after simon bred you amongst the lettuce.  which involved simon squishing on your middle until you peed on the test. it was embarrassing, but it got the results the farmer needed. 

you were pregnant with puppies. or bunnies. or puppy-bunnies. farmer price wasn't too sure. he never EXPECTED to look into how hybrids breed when he bought two MALE dogs. it was just one of them got into a wild bunny. but price was a bleeding heart and couldn't send you back into the woods. you'd be too vulnerable. so as your belly got a bit of baby fat, he made sure you were taken care of. 

but you were still a wild animal.

  “hey, hey! bunny relax!” farmer price had you in his arms as you kicked at john. you had a scowl on your face at the other guard dog, soap as he was called. price held you in his arms so you'd stop kicking his other dog in the face. he practically held you with your arms above your head and slightly above the ground, “relax, baby girl. relax. soap's not gonna hurt ya.”

you frowned, “i want simon.” you struggled against the farmer. 

price sighed, “then stop kickin', put your legs down, sweetheart. you're too pregnant to be doin' this.” he hushed you and then slowly put you down once you were relaxed enough to not cause problems. you sat on the ground, your ears close to your head. or as price called them ‘airplane ears’.

john came closer and you furrowed your brow, he reached out for you and petted your face. you winced, you had to protect your children. you didn't need another mutt invading your pussy. he let out a small noise as he got closer to you. you whined and price sighed. 

  “alright.” the farmer said, “i'll see what simon is doing.” he left you alone with the other guard out the back door. 

you and john looked at one another. his blue eyes seemed to gaze through you to your very soul. his ears were flat against his head as he sat down across from you. he licked his lips, “why won't you let me fuck you?”

you frowned, “i'm not a whore.”

he chuckled, “well you whoring yourself out let you into my home. i know simon adores you, but i have my eye on you bunny.” he got a little closer, “i want to know what makes you so special.” you held your gaze with him. he smirked, “simon liked something about you and i want to know what he liked about you. bunnies give it away for free so, why are you hiding?” 

you whimpered and before john could do anything, simon was hauled back into the house. the large guard dog saw how close you were with john and instantly was to your side. he threw an arm over you as he gazed at his pack brother, “what are ya lookin' at?”

the farmer looked at the three of you. two guard dogs, and a pregnant bunny. quite a mix. he sighed and walked away, he had a farm to tend to. he couldn't deal with the affairs of his hybrids, he'd go even more grey if he thought about it too hard.

  “she carryin' my pups, johnny. why are ya sniffin' around?” simon asked. 

john smiled, “you never wanted a mate, but here you are with this little bunny.” he tilted his head to the side, “i want to know what makes her so… enticing."  

simon got closer to his pack brother and looked in his eyes, “i got a bunny pregnant, i ain't abandoning her.”

john got close into simon's personal space, “then let me have a taste. as your pack brother, through thick and thin.” he licked his lips, “we won't be sharin' pups anyway.” he looked to you, “will the bunny give me a taste?”

you frowned, "shut up, john." you stuck your tongue out at the other man and simon pulled you close. he tucked your head into his chest, you held onto the t-shirt he wore. you noticeably relaxed.

"i don't think you'd know how to even fuck a bunny." simon said as he looked down at you then to his pack brother.

john narrowed his eyes, "i know a fair bit, you don't know what i was up to before i ended up here."

simon lifted your chin, "maybe we have to do a little bondin' or else price is goin' have our heads."

you looked up at your mate, "and if he gets too aggressive."

"then his throat will go between my incisors."

your ears twitched a little at the sound of john's laugh as he got closer. he reached out for you. soon you were in both men's arms. your belly kept you from being too close to simon but your plump ass was right up against john's cock.

"what do you say, bunny?"

you looked to both men and sighed, "you're lucky my hormones are out of wack, soap." you made a noise as you were pulled into john's arms.

he rested his chin on your shoulder and smiled at simon, "maybe if i'm lucky, the next pups will be mine." but his ears when back and he stepped off when simon got closer.

"in your dreams, johnny."

price had a thing about the hybrids of the house having sex in common areas. he had already caught you and simon giving each other pleasure over the kitchen island. he has seen more than enough of your pregnant belly. he didn't need to see anymore.

the farmer had promised himself that after you had simon's pups then he'd get you one some kind of birth control. he didn't need more hybrids in the house. it was bad enough you were pregnant with another one.

he had left for the day to go into town to go to the store and do other affairs. which left you and the two guard dogs alone. this was when your plan went into action.

on the warm porch you were rested up against simon, the man's strong arms held you close and john was between your legs. ears flat to his head as he lapped at your cunt like the dog he was.

you whimpered, it was hard to see him over the slope of your belly, but you could feel his ears and head up against your taunt skin. your pups shifted in your belly and you held onto your lover.

"you're not too bad, johnny."

"i told ya i knew what i was doin'. you just didn't trust me, didn't ya?" john chuckled as he held your thighs open, his blunt nails dug into the muscle of your thighs. the skin was soft and he found it so alluring.

he had no idea someone like you was living in those woods. part of him wished that he was patrolling the farm that day. then maybe you'd be having his pups. but hey, there was always next time.

you squirmed a little and simon held you firmly. he said in your ear, "careful now." then looked back to his pack brother and added, "you can go a little faster, bunnies fuck quick to avoid predators."

you frowned and kicked your legs out a little as you felt his licks become quickly. you let go of your lover and grabbed his hair. you made an 'eep' noise and closed your legs around his head.

the softness of your skin around his head almost made him cum in his shorts. soon his hands were on your large belly. he said something but was muffled. his hands roamed the skin and you felt pleasure flutter in your stomach.

simon held you down on the porch and pulled his cock out of his sweat shorts. he tilted your head back so he could have easy access to your throat. soon you were giving pleasure to simon while john was pleasuring you.

three hybrids on the porch on a summer's day fucking the way their nature intended. your moaned loudly but was muffled by simon's cock in your mouth. you held onto your belly over top of john's hands.

your eyes went wide when you heard a yapping from the fence. the three of you looked over, simon's cock still in your mouth. you all saw a coyote hybrid with light brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

both guard dogs got closer to you, folding you into yourself, which was made hard by the bump. simon kept eye contact with the man and hunched over you while he held onto your jaw.

if your hunches were right, you knew that coyote. the knowledge made a flash of embarrassment flow through you, but you couldn't wiggle out of their grasp. you made a sharp noise as you felt john's tongue graze across your clit.

he chuckled and simon pushed his cock further into your mouth. you were a whorish display for phillip graves. you looked away but simon turned your head to face the coyote. the guard dogs were showing that they had staked claim on your little bunny pussy.

and you hated you kind of liked it.

graves made a face before he turned around and headed back into the woods. he wasn't going after the chickens today.

john pulled away from your thighs and looked up at you and simon. he beamed, "i don't think that fuckin' dog is comin' back." he sat up on his knees and leaned back on his heels. he wiped the wetness from his face, "good thing too."

simon was continuing to rock his cock and out of you, his grip had loosened on your jaw. he looked to his pack brother and said, "yeah, hate to scare the bunny."

john chuckled and patted your swollen middle, "still mad at me, bonnie?"

you looked at him and tried to shake your head in a no, but it hard to with your lover's cock in your throat. your eyes did go wide however when john pulled his cock out of his threadbare shorts and rubbed it up against your soaked cunt.

soon you were being fucked by both men from two different angles. simon was in your throat while john was in your cervix. you were caught between them.

"how ya feelin' mama." simon asked as he looked down at you. those dark eyes gazed into yours.

you reached for his arms and held onto them as you gazed up at him as you took his cock out of your mouth, "never been better." then gave him a smile. your nipples were hard in the afternoon air as you were rocked back and forth between both men.

simon slipped his cock back into your mouth and continued to seek pleasure from your mouth. the sex wasn't what you expected from two guard dogs, you expected it to like you first time with simon.

but both were gentle as they could be. it made your heart swell a little. it was endearing that they were treating you so nicely, even if their large cocks seemed like they were meeting in your intestines.

you felt the pleasure come over you, your heightened hormones made orgasm come quickly. made john wasn't a bad fuck after all. simon could be possessive, but mostly towards those outside the house. he seemed to be fine with john fucking you.

you moaned around your lover's cock as you felt drunk off the intense feeling. it wasn't long before you kicked out your legs and you tightened around both men's cocks. you tensed up before you relaxed with a loud moan.

simon held your face while john held your hips. both men started to move a little faster, they were going to climax as well. they both looked at one another with pleasure in their eyes. simon gave a curt nod and john gave a more enthusiastic one in return.

you looked like a dream, a pregnant little bunny allowing herself to be fucked on the porch of her new home. the men wondered if any other hybrids would come by before they finished.

but their wish wasn't fulfilled because both men soon pulled with and stroked their cocks over your naked, pregnant body. within moments of one another, both men came all over your body.

you whimpered at the feeling of their hot seed across your face and belly. john even chuckled and picked up some of it off your chest and fed it to you.

"dirty bunny." he snickered.

"be nice, johnny. or you're not gettin' her again."

john exhaled contently, "i get why you got to keep her." he looked at your wet pussy and then back at simon, "i guess bunnies fuck better."

"yeah get 'em pregnant and they'll stay out of the garden."

john started to stroke his cock to get it hard once more. he spoke like you weren't even in front of him. he said to simon, "you take her pussy and i'll take her throat?"

simon took a quick look at you before he looked back to john, "sounds like a plan." he then looked back at you, "hands and knees, doll. i want to see that cottontail shake." <3

xoxo, bunny

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞. | TEASER

There's magic in everything.

Tags/Warnings: Royal Warlock!Jungkook, Maid!Cat Hybrid!Reader, Magic!AU, realistic Fantasy, sci-fi, Strangers to lovers, Fluff, Romance, Angst, mentions of war, Injury, Violence and blood, Smut

Length: ???

There is no taglist for this fic. This is a Patreon-Exclusive.

A/N: due to fantasy stories never doing very well here on tumblr, Exhale will be posted on Patreon only. I've also lost my job, so currently, Patreon is one of the only ways to make money right now. Please understand that I'm gonna advertise it more often due to that. Thank you for your understanding.

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"You'll feel at home soon, Sir Jungkook." You say as you place the plate of his food in front of him, his dark eyes looking up at you.

They don't scare you. Neither does the fact that he draws his powers from.. well, not the light. He's shown by now that he still has a kind heart, even if it's a bit hidden and cluttered with other things he deems more important. "I do not need to feel welcome here." He denies, starts to eat quietly, averting his gaze from you.

"Sure, you do not." You respond, turning around to wash the other's dishes in the sink. Jungkook's eyes raise at that, focusing on the way your tail sways from side to side softly.

Your dress looks a lot more.. tailored to you, than he's used to see on maids. In fact, everyone appears to be dressed in clean, and well made clothes that still fit their status and job- but don't appear to be simply given from one to the next. Kim Seokjin knows every staff's name in fact, and does not seem to really draw a line in who he speaks to and who he does not.

Odd.

"But doesn't it feel better?" You ask, singing to yourself as you wash the plates.

Jungkook doesn't respond, simply thinks. He doesn't have to feel at home here. Once King Seokjin doesn't have any use for him any longer, he will be sent out once more. The less connections he makes here, the less he will be driven away from his path. He doesn't need friends, or a home.

He's learned that many times in his life. It'll only hurt.

"How long have you been working here?" Jungkook asks as he rips off a piece of bread to eat. You dry your hands, and sit at the table with him, stretching out your legs beneath if for a moment.

"Hm.. I was living here since Jin-.. King Seokjin was still a prince, Sir." You answer. "I was born in the nearby forest village. My mother became a maid when I was old enough to attend school." You remember.

"Explains your lack of respect for him in your tone." Jungkook says, not looking at you. You stiffen, ears pinning backwards.

"Ah- but I do have respect!" You almost whine. "It's just.. his crowning was years ago, I know. But.. on occasion, I forget the boundaries set by society." You sigh, leaning your chin on your hand. "Any other kingdom would've already had me beheaded." You giggle to yourself.

"Or at least exiled." He mumbles, biting another piece of bread.

It's good that you seem to be aware of the luxury you're experiencing inside this castle. As a mere hybrid maid, you're not much more in status than a dog- and yet, for some odd reasoning, the King himself treats you as much more, just like the other staff. The way he'd spoken to Jungkook, with such familiarity almost, had shown just how soft the King really is. He truly is in need of protection. God knows he probably has not fought a single time in his life.

Just as his food is finished, Jungkook notices your other hand that's not supporting your head. There's something on your palm he's not sure of, but the skin is clearly irritated. He motions for you to turn it over, and you do- scratches having reopened from washing the dishes earlier.

Either you're very dumb, or just very devoted to your purpose in this castle.

He's slow with his movements to give you a way to deny him- but you do not, instead even leaning forward a bit in curiosity to see what he's going to do, as he covers your hand in his own, silver rings bulky on his fingers. There's no glow, or anything really- not much is happening at all, apart from the tingling feeling underneath your skin, stinging from the cuts slowly ebbing away like it's dipped in cold water.

And when he removes his hands, your palm is covered in what looks like black soot almost.. but once you brush that off, the skin is healed- no scars remaining.

"Oh! There you guys are." Yoongi offers, walking closer into the kitchen, a hand on your shoulder as he stands behind you. "The king requests you, Jungkook. " He tells the warlock, who still feels oddly irritated by the man's lack of proper wording regarding him. "And you should clean up. It's late." He says much softer to you, and you nod.

"Look! sir Jungkook healed me!" You hold out your hand, and Yoongi clearly grows irritated, frustration clear on his face.

This is what Jungkook is used to. The anger, distaste, disgust even regarding his practices- this is what's comforting to him. He can work with that, knows that people like this man will not get unnecessarily attached to him and cause problems. He likes that-

"Yah, where'd you even get hurt again?!" Yoongi scolds you instead, however. "Be glad Jin didn't see, or he'd make you report to him daily again.. show me. Is it really healed.?" He mumbles, inspecting your hand, before he shakes his head at you, ears pinned back. "Thank you. She sometimes has the coordination of a dragon hatchling." He says towards Jungkook, and he's caught entirely off guard, eyes wide open and face clearly showing his surprise.

And you just laugh at that, happily so, before you tell him goodnight with a playful bow, running off after teasingly thanking Yoongi for washing Jungkook's dishes.

Which, yet again irritatingly enough, Yoongi indeed does do for you.

This castle is weird.

But fitting for its king, he thinks.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #hybrid imagine #jeon jungkook imagine #bts smut #bts jungkook imagine #jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook imagines #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook smut #jeon jungkook fanfic

[ddejavvu]

idk if you’re still doing fairy!reader stuff but if you are: fairy!reader bringing a raccoon into the trailer (a la Linda Belcher) and Eddie’s just like “ok I love you and he’s adorable but prince jeremy marshmallows should probably go back outside”

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

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Eddie's not often speechless when he walks through the door of his trailer, he's usually the one inducing the shock in others. But today it's you that's disrupted the balance of the Munson household, by introducing its newest, furriest member.

He wishes you're sitting on his couch with a dog. He wishes you'd led a stray cat in from the rain. But the animal you're sitting with is grey and black, with stripes of white here and there along its dirty fur. It's chubby, it's tail is draped over the edge of the couch, and it's a fucking raccoon.

You grin up at Eddie, because of course you don't see anything wrong with it. Before he'd swooped you up and made you a bed out of his underwear drawer you'd probably ridden a nearby deer to some sort of fairy farmer's market to stock up on glitter for the week. There's no reason for you to think of raccoons as humans do, so you're a little but confused by Eddie's full stop in the doorway.

"Hi, Eddie," You gush, "This is Jeremy!"

"Jeremy," He muses, watching the raccoon chitter and crawl towards your lap to reach the bag of marshmallows you've raided from the pantry, "You- uh, he likes marshmallows?"

"That's his last name," You hand the raccoon his treat, looking up at Eddie like you're viewing him matter-of-factly over the thick lenses of glasses, "Jeremy Marshmallows."

"Jeremy Marshmallows," He repeats, a little more relaxed as he leans into the doorframe. The animal doesn't seem rabid, just hungry, and he's more interested in munching on the treat between his paws than lunging for Eddie's ankles.

"Well, Mr. Marshmallows," Eddie clears his throat after the racoon's finished his treat, "Uh, hate to be a bad host, but you've gotta head out."

"But he's my friend," You frown, your brows scrunched, "I thought he could live here with us."

"No honey," He tries not to sound patronizing, but it really is a basic concept you need to learn, "You can live here because you don't have fleas. And I can leave you alone without worrying you'll chew through the wall. Raccoons aren't the same."

"But he's my friend," You reiterate, like maybe Eddie just didn't hear you the first time, "And I want him to stay."

"He can stay in the neighborhood," He compromises, watching Jeremy pick another marshmallow from the bag, "But he can't come into the trailer anymore. We'll make him a home, 'kay? Wayne can bring home some scrap wood from work, and I'll make him a real nice little bed. But he has to stay outside."

"He might get cold," You worry, and Eddie holds out a hand, asking for one of the marshmallows. You hand it to him, but he doesn't eat it, as you expect, he holds it up for Jeremy to see.

"He won't get cold, we'll give him a blanket," Eddie promises, "Here, dude. Come on, I know you want this, I'm gonna toss it outside for you. Okay?"

As soon as the animal locks its eyes onto the treat, Eddie chucks it out the door. He hasn't calculated that Jeremy will have to scramble over his feet to exit the trailer, so he does a little jump-and-squeal combo that he's not exactly proud of, but when the raccoon is safely outside, he shuts the door.

"Okay," He huffs, heart rate safely lowered now, "Uh- he didn't shit in here, did he?"

"No," You scowl, "He's not a pig. I hope he's okay."

You flutter beside Eddie's head to peer out the door, and Jeremy has planted himself in the grass just outside the trailer door. He's nibbling on the marshmallow Eddie had thrown, but the man suspects he'll be bored of waiting for more within the hour. That or he'll gnaw through the floor and Wayne will get a surprise in the shower tomorrow.

"He'll be alright, sweetheart," Eddie angles his shoulder towards you, happy when you take the invitation to flutter onto it and sit against his neck, "He's lived out there his whole life; he'll survive. And when we make him his bed, we'll put lots of marshmallows in there for him, okay?"

"Okay," You sigh, leaning your head against his cheek. He nestles into you the best he can without toppling you over, and turns to look over the half-empty bag of marshmallows you'd been feasting on.

"Well, I think we're doing pizza tonight," Eddie muses, "Wayne took the last of the lasagna to work, and those were gonna be dinner."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one-shot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hc #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson dialogue #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fanfiction #eddie munson au #fairy!reader #eddie munson x fairy!reader

[jrob64]

Pet for Rent, Chapter 2/4 (The Idea)

A CS Modern AU Story

Thanks for joining me for chapter 2! Writing this story has been a bit therapeutic for me after losing my Zeke, and adopting Winston has been, too. I hope you'll stay with me for the rest of the story.

Shout out to @kmomof4 who sent Winston the ducky toy he has in the picture. His Aunt Krystal spoiled him with a welcome package the week we got him!

Thanks so much to @hookedmom. I'm lucky to have the best and most patient beta!

SUMMARY: Emma Swan tries to cheer up her heartbroken son by 'renting' a dog from the local animal shelter. When she attempts to do it a second time, she makes a mistake, and realizes the dog has been rented by someone else the same day - a very handsome man named Killian Jones.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Emma, Henry, Killian and Norman/Winston spend more time together. When Henry continues feeling sad about having to leave the dog at the animal shelter, Killian proposes an idea that might solve the problem.

RATING: M (for smut in the last chapter, which can easily be skipped if that's not your thing)

WORDS: 6821

ALSO POSTED TO Ao3 and FFN

Story begins under the cut

Emma didn’t think it was possible for four hours with a stranger to pass so quickly. Sooner than she expected, Killian was looking at his phone and announcing that it was time to return Norman to the shelter. It may have been her imagination, but it sounded like there was a note of wistfulness in his voice.

Henry took control of the dog on the walk back, giving the adults an opportunity to resume the conversation that had been ongoing throughout most of their time together. Emma watched her son handling Norman as he wandered from one side of the path to the other to explore in the tall grass and she commented, “Henry is gonna sleep good tonight.”

“I don’t doubt that. He told me he had his last game of the season this morning.”

“That, in addition to playing fetch and ‘keep away’ with Norman, and all of the running around he did with you, will have him zonking out early.” They walked on a few paces, before she added, “I want to thank you, Killian, for spending so much time with him. Since he doesn’t have a father, he doesn’t get a lot of one-on-one time with a man, so I really appreciate it.”

“It was my pleasure. He’s a good listener and a fast learner.”

“Yeah, I kinda wish he had more games left, so he could apply what you taught him. I’m afraid he’ll forget it by next season. You’re wonderful at teaching, and very patient.”

“Thank you, Emma. I truly did enjoy it.”

“The youth league is always begging for people to coach. Maybe you could do that next year.”

Killian looked thoughtful. “Perhaps I could, if I’m still here.”

“Any idea where would you go if you decide to leave?”

“Not really, but it wouldn’t be terribly far away. I want to stay close to Liam.”

When the shelter came into sight, Henry turned around and dragged Norman back to Emma and Killian. “I had fun today. Can we do this again?”

“I’ll have to check our schedule to see when we’ll have another chance to rent Norman,” Emma answered.

Henry shook his head. “No, I mean with Norman and Killian.”

“Oh, uh,” Emma stammered, glancing at Killian, who was scratching behind his ear. “I don’t know about that, kid. This was just an accident and Killian was nice enough to make the best of the situation.”

“But Mom, he had fun, too, didn’t you, Killian?”

“What did I tell you about putting him on the spot?”

“Sorry, Killian,” Henry apologized. “But it did seem like you were having fun.”

Killian reached forward to ruffle the boy’s hair. “It’s quite alright, lad, and you’re right - I had a very good time with you and your mother today. And Winston, of course.”

“You mean Norman,” Emma remarked.

“He still seems more like a Winston to me. Don’t you see the resemblance between him and England’s former Prime Minister?”

Emma took in the dog’s jutting lower jaw, drooping jowls and prominent forehead, and had to admit he did share some physical traits with Winston Churchill. “Yeah, now that you mention it, I do see it.”

“Anyway, at the risk of being too forward, it would be nice to have another day with you and your boy, if you’re amenable to that, Swan.”

Emma thought for a moment, then said, “Henry, why don’t you take Norman to the end of the path and give us a minute, okay?”

He started to protest, but seemed to think better of it. “Come on, Norman. Mom doesn’t want me to hear what she’s gonna say.”

Emma watched him go, her mouth agape over his comment. She heard Killian chuckle and turned to look at him.

“He’s quite a bright young man,” he laughed.

“Yeah, he’s getting too smart for his own good,” she agreed. “But he’s still a little boy and I’m a protective mom. I don’t want to promise him something that’s not going to happen, so if you’re not serious about doing this again…”

“I assure you, Emma,” he interrupted. “I wouldn’t dream of letting him down. If you’re willing to give me your contact information, I’ll send you some options and we can figure out a day that works.”

She eyed him critically for a few seconds, seeing nothing but sincerity in his expression. “I know Henry would really like that.”

“Only Henry?” he asked, quirking a brow.

She couldn’t help but smile. “I have to admit, I had a really good time today, too. So, um, to answer your question, I am, how did you say it, amenable to doing it again.”

His grin made her heart do a pleasant little flip. She made sure Henry and Norman were okay while waiting for Killian to pull out his phone and start a new contact. Once he did, he handed it to her so she could add her information.

After handing it back, they began walking again. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him checking the phone screen. “It’s not a fake number, by the way,” she said.

“That’s good to know,” he returned with a smirk, while typing out a text to her so she would have his info. “Is that something you’ve done before?”

“Maybe,” she replied cryptically.

“In that case, I feel honored that you gave me the real thing.”

She giggled in response, giving him a slight nudge with her elbow as they reached the end of the path.

“What did you say, Mom?” Henry asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Killian and I are going to look at our schedules to find a day that works.”

“Yay!” Henry shouted. “How about next Saturday?”

“Calm down, kid. I told you we’re going to figure it out.”

They arrived at the shelter and Killian opened the door and held it for them. David was sitting at a desk behind the counter, tapping away at the computer keyboard. He looked up with a broad smile when they entered. “How did it go?”

“Good,” Emma replied. “Thank you for allowing us to borrow Norman for the day.”

David looked between the two adults standing before him, obviously wanting more details. “Did you…all of you…get along okay?”

“Yes we did, Dave,” Killian said smugly.

There were several seconds when all they could hear was the barking of some of the dogs in the back. Finally, David sighed. “Alright, I guess I’ll just take Norman back to his cage, then.”

“Oh, uh,” Emma said, giving Killian a wink, “one of us will be in touch to schedule another day for us…all of us…to rent Norman again.”

David’s grin told them he knew exactly what that meant.

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“I hear you met my future brother-in-law,” Belle said. It was Monday, and Emma had stopped at the library to return a couple of books and choose some more before her shift at the sheriff’s station.

“News travels fast.”

“Killian always eats lunch with us after church. He told us about the mix-up at the animal shelter and said he had a great time with you and Henry.”

“He seems like a nice guy,” Emma said, moving to a shelf and studying the books more closely than necessary.

“He thinks very highly of you, too.”

Emma shot her a brief glance. “Oh, yeah? What did he say?”

“Well,” Belle began, clearly struggling to be non-chalant, “he said you were very easy to talk to and he enjoyed your sense of humor. He also said he had fun helping Henry with his soccer skills.”

“He was really good with Henry and I, um, I liked talking to him, too. He’s supposed to contact me to figure out another time to rent Norman together. Henry asked if we could.”

“I don’t suppose you protested too much, did you?”

Emma chose a book off of the shelf and studiously perused the summary on the back. “You know I want my kid to be happy.”

Belle crossed the space between them and laid her hand over the book, garnering Emma’s full attention. “To the best of my knowledge, you’ve never once introduced your son to a man you may be interested in dating in all the years I’ve known you.”

“Wait a second…first of all, I didn’t introduce him to Henry - we met accidentally, and secondly, who says I’m interested in dating him? We’re simply planning to rent Norman together again. It’s really not a big deal, Belle.”

“If you say so, but I have to tell you that I’ve never seen Killian so animated while talking about someone. You certainly made an impression on him.”

“I’m sure I did. Dressed in old sweatpants and a hoodie, no makeup, hair a complete disaster - I was a mess.”

“He didn’t mention that. He just talked about how he enjoyed the time he spent with you and how much he’s looking forward to seeing you again.”

Emma could feel her face heating and knew she must be as red as the leather jacket she was wearing. She wasn’t ready to admit that she was just as eager to see him again, too.

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That evening, Emma had just finished checking over Henry’s homework and shooed him off to the shower, when her phone dinged with an incoming text. Picking it up from the kitchen counter, she couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face upon seeing Killian’s name.

K: I’m hoping this message reaches Emma Swan. If I’ve reached someone else, you can blame it on her. It was followed by a smirking emoji.

She shook her head at his ridiculousness, and decided to play along.

E: I’m afraid you’ve been misled. This Emma Swan must be a horrible person. She added a winking emoji.

It took a few seconds for the three bubbles to pop up, then she laughed out loud when she read his reply.

  K: Oh, she is a terrible, awful person to give me a fake number.

E: She’s probably not used to giving out her number to random men who just happened to rent the same dog she did.

K: That seems to be a plausible excuse. Perhaps I should forgive her.

E: Oh, you most definitely should.

K: Very well. If I’m ever fortunate enough to see her again, I shall grant her my forgiveness.

E: That’s very gentlemanly of you.

K: I’m always a gentleman.

Emma heard the clothes hamper lid slam in the bathroom, signifying that Henry was finished with his shower.

E: I need to get Henry into bed. I’ll be back in twenty minutes or so, depending on how resistant he decides to be tonight.

K: Tell him I said goodnight.

E: That will probably get him all excited and it may be longer than twenty minutes.

K: I’m willing to wait.

Emma left her phone on the sofa and went to Henry’s bedroom, where he was getting settled under the covers. Sitting on the edge of his bed, she brushed his damp bangs away from his forehead.

“Did you brush your teeth?”

“You ask me that every night.”

“Yes, and half the time you’ve neglected to do it.”

“I just have to brush them again in the morning.”

Emma raised an eyebrow at him. “Did you, or didn’t you?”

He sighed dramatically. “I did. Wanna smell my breath to make sure?”

“Not particularly. I believe you. Ready to say your prayers?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Name three things of thanks,” she said, initiating their nightly tradition.

Henry tapped his chin in thought. “I scored two goals at recess.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah, I used what Killian taught me. Oh! That’s my second thing - meeting Killian.”

“Actually, he texted me while you were in the shower.”

“He did? Did he say when we can rent Norman together again?”

“We haven't had a chance to discuss it yet. He did say to tell you goodnight.”

“Tell him I said goodnight to him, too.”

“I will. What’s your third thing?”

“Umm…we changed seats in class and now I’m sitting beside Avery.”

“Just make sure the two of you don’t get into trouble for talking too much.”

“We won’t.”

“Good. Now, what three things do you want to ask of God?”

“To help me do good on my math test tomorrow, to send me another dog, and to let us see Killian again soon.”

They both folded their hands and closed their eyes while Henry said his prayers. When he finished, Emma read him a chapter of Fantastic Mr. Fox, kissed him goodnight and left his room, turning off the light on her way out.

Picking her phone up from her couch, she scrolled through the text conversation with Killian, smiling at the light banter they shared.

E: I’m back.

When a response didn’t come through for a couple of minutes, she went to her bedroom to change into her pajamas. Then she brushed her teeth, washed her face, and applied moisturizer.

When she went back into the living room, she saw a new message on her phone.

K: Is it okay if I call you? I’m not fond of texting.

She noticed that the time stamp was right after she put her phone down, over ten minutes ago. Instead of answering, she brought up his contact and hit the call button.

“Hello, Swan.”

“Hey, sorry if I kept you waiting.”

“I was hoping I didn’t upset you by asking to call.”

“No, nothing like that. I just decided to do my nighttime routine,” Emma explained. “Henry said to tell you goodnight, by the way. I always ask him to tell me three things he’s thankful for from his day, and you were involved in two of them.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. He scored two goals playing soccer today at recess, because of what you taught him, and he was thankful for meeting you. That’s the third night in a row he’s said that one.”

“That’s very kind of him to say.”

“Well, you made quite an impression on him and he’s eager to see you again. Speaking of which, what does your schedule look like for the next few weeks?”

“It’s wide open, actually. Do Saturdays work best for you?”

“Yeah, because Henry is in school during the week and I work until five every day. I also work one Saturday a month. This coming Saturday is the one I work this month.”

“How about the following week?”

She switched him to speaker and pulled up her calendar app. “That looks good. Henry gets a haircut that morning at nine, but we could meet after that. The weather is going to start getting too cold if we wait much longer.”

“Liam has been telling me to be prepared for a cold winter. He says Maine is quite a bit colder than England during the winter months,” he stated. “Shall we make plans for that day, then?”

“Sounds good to me. Want to meet at the shelter at ten-thirty?”

“Actually,” Killian began, then paused for a few moments before clearing his throat and continuing. “I was wondering if you would agree to me picking up the two of you to go to the shelter together.”

Emma bit her lip, considering his offer. Her gut instinct was to decline because it would seem too much like a date, but her practical side said it was logical for them to make the twenty minute drive together.

She knew he was waiting for her answer and was probably having second thoughts about asking, since she was taking so long. “Um, sure, that would be fine,” she finally said. “I’ll text my address to you.”

“Okay, good. Shall we say ten o’clock? Will that give you enough time for Henry’s haircut?”

“Yeah. It only takes about twenty minutes, if that long. His barber is Jefferson and he’s pretty fast.”

“Liam recommended him and I had an appointment there a couple of weeks ago. He is fast, if a little…quirky.”

“Oh, you mean because he wears the top hat? I guess he’s trying to live up to the name of his shop.”

“Just naming his shop the Mad Hatter of Hair makes him sound a bit eccentric.”

Emma laughed. “He’s harmless, though. His daughter Grace is in Henry’s class and she’s very sweet. Jefferson is raising her by himself. His wife passed away before Grace started kindergarten.”

“How sad. Now I feel bad for judging him.”

“I wouldn’t say you were judging him, just making an accurate observation. I knew him before his wife died and he was every bit as quirky as he is now.”

They continued talking for another twenty minutes. Just like the day they met, the conversation didn’t lag at all as they transitioned easily from one subject to another. Before they ended the call, Killian asked if it would be alright to call her again later in the week and she agreed without hesitation.

Lying in bed that night, Emma smiled dreamily as she replayed their conversation in her mind. She may be venturing into self-imposed forbidden territory ever since Henry’s father abandoned her, but Killian Jones intrigued her and she couldn’t find it within herself to care.

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Killian called Emma four more times over the next two weeks. Their conversations lasted longer each time, until they spent over an hour talking and laughing on Thursday, before their scheduled outing.

He suggested that they take Norman back to Storybrooke’s nature preserve after picking him up, which she thought was a great idea. She mentioned that she and Henry spent quite a bit of time there during the summer, hiking the trails and wading in the creek. Despite intending to visit, Killian hadn’t been able to get there yet and was happy to know his first time would be with Emma, Henry and Norman.

Saturday morning found him taking more time than usual to get ready. He chided himself for being a bit vain, but wanted to make the extra effort for the lovely lady Swan. If things went well, he was planning to ask her out on a proper date.

He had confided his intention to Belle, hoping she would give him advice about where to take Emma, should she agree. Not only did his future sister-in-law present him with recommendations, she also mentioned that she would be happy to watch Henry, and was sure Liam would, too.

Once Killian was satisfied with his appearance, he tried to occupy himself until it was time to drive to Emma and Henry’s house. After going online and paying some bills, washing the few dishes in the sink and sorting his laundry, he still had about twenty minutes left.

His heart sank when he heard the notification for an incoming text, thinking it might be Emma cancelling their plans. He was relieved, then a little apprehensive to see it was from his brother. Belle promised she wouldn’t say anything to Liam about his plans to ask Emma on a date, but they were an engaged couple and couples weren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other. Unfortunately, his former girlfriend hadn’t abided by that rule, since she kept one whopper of a secret from him.

L: Any plans for this afternoon, little brother?

Killian dropped his head back with a sigh. Not only did Liam insist on calling him that irritating moniker, now he had to explain that he did indeed have plans. He was sure he would have to answer questions about what they were and with whom, since he rarely did anything on the weekends.

K: Actually, I do.

L: Oh, really? What are you doing?

K: I’m renting Winston from the shelter again.

L: Great! Belle is working today. Would you mind if I came over to see the little guy?

Killian’s thumbs hovered over his screen, trying to decide how to tell his brother no without sounding rude. Even though Liam was acquainted with Emma, he tended to be over protective, and Killian didn’t want him giving her the third degree or making her feel uncomfortable. Plus, he selfishly wanted to spend time alone with her and Henry.

Glancing at the clock, he saw it was almost time for him to leave. Quickly, he typed a message he was hoping would appease Liam.

K: Sorry, not this time. Emma, Henry and I made plans to spend another day together with him.

As he pulled on his jacket, he heard another notification. Closing his eyes momentarily, he opened them to read Liam’s message, then released a relieved breath.

L: I hope the four of you have a good time, so I can see that look of happiness on your face again.

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“Henry, Killian’s here!” Emma announced, dropping the curtain after seeing his car pull up to the curb.

“Coming!” she heard him yell in response.

She quickly ducked into the bathroom and inspected her appearance in the mirror one more time. She hoped to make a better impression on Killian by applying light makeup and pulling her hair back into a neat ponytail. Her outfit was simple - jeans, sneakers, her favorite light blue blouse, and red leather jacket.

The doorbell rang as she re-entered the living room, but before she could get to the door, Henry sped past her to pull it open. “Hey, Killian!” he said excitedly.

“Hello, lad,” Killian answered, then shifted his eyes from Henry to Emma. She saw him swallow before giving her one of his winning smiles. “Good morning, Emma.”

“Hi, Killian. You’re right on time.”

“Not being prompt is bad form, Swan.” Looking at Henry again, he stated, “Your haircut makes you look a bit older.”

Henry reached up to run both hands along the sides of his head. “Do you really think so?”

“Aye, at least a year or two.”

“Please don’t say that,” Emma said, handing Henry his jacket. “He’s growing up way too fast as it is.”

During the drive to the shelter, Henry talked about one thing after another. Emma wondered if Killian would tire of her son’s constant chatter, but his questions at regular intervals proved he was fully engaged in what Henry had to say.

Meanwhile, she spent the time admiring the man beside her. He was dressed in dark, stonewashed jeans, an army green button-down shirt, and the same black leather jacket he wore the first time they met. His scruff was neatly trimmed and his dark hair artfully combed. His rich laugh at some of Henry’s comments was a sound she was sure she would never get tired of hearing.

When they entered the shelter, David gave them a smug smile that Emma tried to ignore. She knew he was probably patting himself on the back for his matchmaking, but she really didn’t mind, because meeting Killian was, so far, a positive experience.

Norman was extremely excited to see them again, and after everyone got into the car, they were on their way back to Storybrooke. Henry was preoccupied with Norman in the back seat, so the adults finally had a chance to chat with each other. Their conversation was as free-flowing as it had been every other time they spoke in the past two weeks. Emma had never met anyone so easy to talk to, and wondered if it was because their backgrounds were so similar.

During their earlier phone conversations, she learned his father had abandoned his family when Killian and Liam were little, leaving their mother to raise them alone. She shared how she was abandoned at a fire station baby box when she was less than a week old, and had never been adopted. They both had been in situations where they were deceived and misled by the person they loved. Emma came to realize that being able to empathize with someone else made it easier to connect with them, just as she had with Killian.

The crisp autumn weather was perfect for hiking at the nature preserve. They explored all of the available paths and walked along the shores of the creek. The water was too chilly for wading, but Norman enjoyed splashing in now and then when he spotted a particularly intriguing leaf, bug or stick.

After hiking for a couple of hours, they took a break to drink Gatorade and snack on protein bars, thoughtfully packed by Killian. He also had treats for Norman, which Henry used to try and teach the dog again how to sit on command.

They stayed until the last possible minute before getting into the car for the drive back to the shelter. No one spoke for several miles, until Henry finally said, “I really wish we didn’t have to take Norman back there. He’s always so sad. Why can’t we just adopt him, Mom?”

Emma glanced over at Killian, who met her eyes for a second before directing his back to the road. “I wish we could, but it wouldn’t really be fair to Norman. We’re both gone all day and he would have to be penned up that whole time.”

“But he loves us and we love him!” Henry exclaimed. “Ernie didn’t have to be penned up and he was fine during the day.”

Emma turned to look at her son. “I know, kid, but it was easy with Ernie. He was with us for several years and was older. Norman is young and full of energy, so he’s going to need a lot more attention and training. I wouldn’t trust him being in the house all day by himself.”

Henry heaved a huge sigh. “Okay.”

They were all silent for the rest of the drive. Emma saw Killian look at her out of the corner of his eye once in a while, but they didn’t carry on a conversation. She spent the time thinking about the practicality of adopting Norman, but knew she would have to stick to her guns, because it just wouldn’t be fair to the rambunctious dog to be cooped up all day.

When they reached the shelter and exited the car, Killian slowed Emma down by placing a hand on her arm, while Henry entered the building with Norman. “Emma, I’ve been giving it some thought and I have an idea, if you’re open to it.”

She shrugged slightly. “Sure, let’s hear it.”

“Perhaps, if you adopted Win-, er, Norman, I could keep him during the day while you’re at work and school. I could pick him up in the morning before you leave and drop him off after you get home.”

“Sort of like shared custody or dog sitting?” she asked, turning to face him.

He chuckled. “Aye, something like that, I suppose.”

“I don’t know, Killian. That seems like a pretty big commitment between people who barely know each other. You’re not even sure you’re going to stay in Storybrooke.”

He scratched behind his ear. “If I move, it won’t be for a while, since I signed a six month lease on my apartment. That would give us time to train the dog. I know we’ve just met, but I…I’ve enjoyed getting to know you and your boy. I’m hoping this is just the beginning of our friendship.”

Emma stuck her hands in the back pocket of her jeans and rocked back on her heels. “I hope so, too, but I’m still not sure about the arrangement you’re suggesting.”

“I completely understand,” he said, then paused before asking, “Are you counting it out altogether, or will you consider it?”

She pulled her lip between her teeth in thought for a few seconds. “I’ll consider it,” she finally answered.

He gave her a small smile, then moved to open the door for her.

They went inside to see Henry sitting cross-legged on the floor with Norman, the dog’s head resting on his leg. David was listening to the boy give him a detailed description of their day at the nature preserve and looked up to give them a big grin. “Sounds like you had quite the adventure today.”

“Aye, we all had quite a workout,” Killian responded. “It’s quite a lovely place.”

“Yeah, we’re lucky to have it in Storybrooke,” David said. “Mary Margaret takes her class there on a field trip every year.”

Henry’s head whipped around. “Mrs. Nolan didn’t take our class!”

“It’s early in the school year,” Emma said. “I’m sure she’ll take you sometime.”

“They usually go in the spring,” David explained, as he walked around the end of the counter. “Are you ready for me to take Norman?”

“No,” Henry said, his voice muffled as he buried his face in the dog’s neck.

The three adults exchanged understanding looks. They gave the boy a couple more minutes, before Emma picked up the end of the leash and put her hand on Henry’s head. “It’s time to say goodbye to him, kid.”

Henry drew back to look at Norman. “Goodbye, boy. I’m gonna miss you.” He kissed the dog on top of the head and rubbed his ears.

Emma reached down to pet the dog, then handed the leash to David. Killian stood beside her to pat Norman, too, telling him to be a good boy.

David bid them all goodbye, then headed to the back with the dog reluctantly following him. Henry looked up at Emma from where he still sat on the floor. “Mom…”

“Henry, don’t say it. I already told you why it’s not a good idea to adopt him right now.”

“Right now? Does that mean we can adopt him later?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Emma replied, giving him her patented ‘don’t push it’ look. “Let’s go, kid.”

With a long-suffering sigh, Henry pushed himself to his feet and followed her out the door Killian was holding open. Once they were in the car and on their way to Storybrooke, Killian asked, “Would you, um, would the two of you like to get a late lunch at Granny’s, when we get back?”

“What do you think, Henry?” Emma threw over her shoulder.

He turned from where he had been glumly staring out the window. “Can I get a cheeseburger and fries?”

“Sure.”

“And a chocolate milkshake?” When his mom didn’t answer immediately, he added, “Please? It’ll make me less sad about Norman.”

Killian chuckled lowly as Emma rolled her eyes, muttering, “I’m raising a con artist.”

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Killian mentally kicked himself the whole way back into town. What was he thinking, asking Emma to agree to what was basically a long term commitment? He probably ruined his chance for asking her out on a date, too. He was sure she would think he was coming on too strong, if he did.

At least she agreed to have lunch with him. Hopefully, she would also allow him to continue calling her. Those phone calls and the texts they shared were always the highlight of his week.

As much as he enjoyed his time with Emma, having Henry with them made it even better. Killian hadn’t had a lot of interaction with children, but it was easy being around Emma’s son. He was bright, articulate and funny - very much like his mother. He was also respectful and well-mannered.

On the day they met, Emma confided to him that she was afraid she was making a lot of mistakes as a single mom, who never had a mother of her own to set an example, but he strongly disagreed. She wasn’t perfect - no parent was, but Henry seemed to be well-adjusted and confident, so she was obviously doing many things right.

Killian saw how much Henry loved the dog and wished he could help make the boy’s desire to adopt him come true, which is why he made the offer. He had come to love the furry little rascal, too, and would seriously consider adopting Norman himself. He just didn’t know if he could take the dog with him if he decided to move away from Storybrooke.

He pulled up in front of Granny’s, cut the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, as he heard Emma and Henry do the same. Typical of a young boy, Henry took off running and was already skipping up the steps to the front door by the time Killian reached Emma’s side.

“He’s pretty excited,” Emma explained. “Eating out is kind of a treat because we don’t do it very often.”

“I hope I wasn’t out of line for asking,” Killian said.

“No, not at all. It really perked him up.”

Killian halted at the bottom of the steps, causing Emma to stop and look at him. “I also hope I didn’t upset you by making the offer to watch Norman.”

“You didn’t,” she assured him. “I’m definitely going to think about it. I really miss having a dog around, too. I just have to weigh all the pros and cons.”

He smiled and nodded his understanding, then bounded up the steps to open the door. Henry was at the counter talking animatedly to Ruby, who looked up and gaped at Emma in surprise.

“Hey, girl! I didn’t realize you knew the very handsome new guy in town!”

Killian could feel his ears turning red, when Emma glanced at him before replying. “Hi, Ruby. Actually, we met by accident a couple of weeks ago.”

“By accident, huh? Did you hit him with your car or something?”

“Nothing like that. We were both renting the same dog at the animal shelter.”

“Was seeing him today another accident?”

Emma put her hands on her hips. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no. It was planned this time.”

Killian wasn’t sure he had ever seen such a wide grin on the waitress’s face. They all gave Ruby their drink order, then Emma ushered Henry to a booth and Killian slid in across from them.

“Are you getting lasagna?” she asked.

“I think I’m going to try the grilled cheese and onion rings. Someone recommended them to me,” he smirked.

“Very intelligent person,” Emma grinned.

“Aye, that she is.”

Ruby arrived at their table with their drinks and Henry’s milkshake. She gave Emma and Killian another broad smile when she took down their identical orders. “His and hers grilled cheeses, huh? Maybe there’s some truth to the saying that couples begin to eat alike.”

Emma sighed and rolled her eyes. “I think the saying is that couples start to look alike, and we aren’t a couple. We’re just friends.”

“I see,” Ruby said, glancing at Henry, who was busy spooning the thick milkshake into his mouth. “Well, they do say there are benefits to being friends.” She gave them an exaggerated wink, then turned and made her way to the kitchen.

“Ruby isn’t exactly the epitome of subtlety,” Emma said, a blush filling her cheeks with color.

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“It was nice of Killian to take us to Granny’s today,” Henry said, as he was climbing into bed that night.

“Yes, it was. I was very proud of you for remembering to thank him without needing a reminder.”

“Thanks for letting me get a milkshake, even if it didn’t make me stop feeling sad about not being able to adopt Norman.”

Emma tucked the covers around his shoulders. “I know, but try not to think about it.”

“I can’t,” Henry pouted. “He’s probably crying himself to sleep tonight.”

“I think he’s probably going to sleep remembering all of the fun we had today.”

Henry stubbornly shook his head. “Nuh-uh. He’s wondering why we didn’t bring him home with us.”

“Henry,” Emma sighed, “I know you’re sad, but we just can’t…”

“I know,” he interrupted, “you keep saying it wouldn’t be fair for him to be alone all day, but he’s already alone at the shelter all day, except for Mr. Nolan, and at night, there’s nobody there at all.”

“There’s other dogs and cats…”

“That’s not the same. They’re all in cages by themselves. If we adopted him, he could sleep on my bed, like Ernie did.”

Knowing she was going around in circles with him, Emma reached over and picked up the book from his nightstand. “How about if you say your prayers after I read to you tonight?”

Heaving a dramatic sigh, he said, “Fine, but it’s not gonna make me forget about Norman.”

After reading to him for fifteen minutes, hearing his prayers - which mentioned Norman and Killian several times - and kissing him goodnight, she left his room. Heading into her own bedroom, she went through her nightly routine automatically, lost in thought.

Once she was in her pajamas, free of make-up and teeth brushed, she peeked in on her son to find him sound asleep. She made sure the front door was deadbolted, turned off the lights in the kitchen and living room and went back into her room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she stared at the phone in her hand, mind racing.

Finally, she pulled up Killian’s contact and hit the call button.

She was almost ready to hang up after it rang four times, not wanting it to go to voicemail, when he answered. “Hello, Swan. I wasn’t expecting to talk to you again so soon.”

“I hope I’m not calling too late.”

“Not at all. What’s on your mind?”

“Henry was still upset about Norman before he went to sleep. I feel like I’m being selfish by not allowing him to get a dog.”

“Why do you feel that way?”

“Because one of my excuses is that a dog is a lot of work and would need training, which it would. I’m making it seem like all the work would fall on me. Now, I know Henry is only eight, but I think he’s pretty responsible for his age.”

“From what I’ve seen, I would agree with that,” Killian cut in.

“Thank you. Anyway, I think he would be able to help train and take care of the dog, so that excuse is out the window. The other big concern I had is that the dog would have to be home by himself all day, which brings me to the reason I’m calling. I’ve been seriously considering your offer, if it’s still on the table.”

“It is.”

“Are you sure that’s not asking too much of you? I mean, you’re home during the day, but you’re working. How would you be able to take care of him?”

“I’ve had him here with me a few times already and he makes himself right at home. He’s housebroken and doesn’t demand too much attention. If he starts getting restless, I take him outside and play with him for a while. That works with my schedule because I have to take breaks now and then, when I’ve been staring at the computer screen for too long.”

She blew out a long breath. “What if it turns out to be too big of a commitment? We’ve spent some time together and have done a lot of talking to get to know each other, but we’re still basically strangers.”

“Well actually…” Killian began, then paused for several moments before continuing, “I was hoping to have an opportunity to ask you something today, but the right moment never presented itself.”

Emma’s heart began to beat faster in anticipation of what she suspected he might ask. “What did you want to ask?”

“Would you, um…would you consider going out with me?”

Standing up to pace back and forth between her bed and dresser, she chewed her lip in contemplation. She could literally count how many dates she’d had since Henry’s birth on one hand. She only went on those dates to appease Ruby, who was convinced Emma’s Mr. Right was out there somewhere, but she hadn’t been attracted to any of the men.

She couldn’t say the same about Killian. From the time she laid eyes on him, she felt an attraction that only got stronger the more she got to know him. He seemed to be the total package - kind, intelligent, considerate, and insanely hot.

“What happens if we adopt Norman, then go out with each other and realize we’re not compatible?”

“If you adopt him, I would keep my commitment to help take care of him, even if we decide dating doesn’t work for us. You have my word, Emma.”

She came to a halt at the end of her bed and turned to face the mirror above her dresser. For eight years, Henry had been her number one priority and always would be, but maybe it was time for her to do something for herself. Could that something be going out with Killian Jones?

She was so deep in thought, she didn’t realize how long she had been standing there considering her answer. When Killian finally spoke, his quiet voice startled her. “What do you say, Swan?”

“Yes, Killian. I will go out with you.”

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15! mafia! soukoku getting together before 5 years of tension challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)

ok so I don't think I need another WIP on my plate but i can't stop thinking about them so I'm gonna write a hella long fic outline for a hypothetical fic I might've written in a different timeline

This is a half canon compliant half Chuuya leaves the mafia with Dazai AU, with a focus on their powers + how it affects them

Chuuya struggles with his identity and his agency bc of Arahabaki sharing his body, and combats it by trying to be as kind and giving as possible-- it's a way of proving to himself that these decisions are his, not Arahabaki's, because Arahabaki would never choose to be kind. As a result, he gives himself to others too easily, creating a tension of giving up agency/identity in order to prove that he has agency/identity

he does this with the sheep and then with the port mafia, where he eventually meets dazai

dead apple happens

Chuuya thinks the guy is actually the biggest asshole maybe in the universe, but begrudgingly accepts that his power is very useful and they make a good team (you would have to actually waterboard this out of him)

Dazai deems Chuuya his dog, and when Chuuya gets pissed and keeps pestering him abt how patronizing it is, Dazai responds lightly, as if he's saying that the sky is blue,

"Oh please. You were a dog long before I called you one--" Dazai doesn't even bother having the decency to look at Chuuya before ripping his life apart. "--eager to be on a leash and be taken on walks if it meant that it pissed off the wolf inside you. I just have the manners to actually call it a leash."

it isn't the first nor the last time that chuuya wants to kill him, but he can't deny Dazai's right (he usually is, infuriatingly)

He still hits him with a boulder

they build up trust over multiple months-- Dazai begins to believe in Chuuya's competence and skill (enough to relax on missions, because chuuya will take care of things, chuuya will catch the things I miss, and chuuya will catch me if I fall), and Chuuya will follow whatever order Dazai gives, no questions asked (He never steers chuuya wrong, never betrays him in a way that matters, never hurts him in a way that lasts-- usually people would've by now, but not Dazai-- he just annoys him and pranks him and thrashes him in video games, casually saying things about chuuya that are so on the nose that chuuya doesn't feel seen through, but seen)

chuuya goes on a mission that he's supposed to lead himself, and dazai tags along bc he's "on vacation" (healing from broken bones) and bored and knows that chuuya wouldn't let him get more hurt

there's a critical point in the mission where chuuya has to make a decision-- either to jump into the battle and hurt himself to save his subordinates, even if it means the mission wouldn't be completed successfully, or to let them die, guaranteeing success

He doesn't know what Arahabaki would choose, and he's terrified of choosing the same option it would-- he doesn't want to think that he's slowly turning into Arahabaki, that Chuuya one day will be no longer--

Dazai knows. Dazai always knows.

A warm hand envelops his.

The familiar shiver of No Longer Human blankets over him.

"It's your choice, Chuuya." Dazai is looking directly at him, serious for once. "No one else is here now."

And Chuuya, simple, stupid Chuuya, feels the tension he's known his whole life leave him completely-- and what was left?

Oh.

The sun catches on Dazai's brown hair, beautiful even dusted with concrete powder and dried blood--

Fuck.

His hand is warm, his body is still, so trusting, his eyes are unblinking, so knowing--

And Chuuya falls irreversibly in love.

There's no real hiding it from Dazai (nor is there really a "normal" way that Chuuya can act anymore, knowing that he had the capacity, the capability for love)-- Chuuya tries for a while, but Dazai keeps staring at him with calculating eyes, suspicious and uncomfortable with whatever Chuuya is hiding from him

He pesters Chuuya constantly, making infuriating guesses about crushes (fucking Mori??? Chuuya wanted to kill Dazai for even suggesting it) and Chuuya's had enough of trying to escape who he is (which his feelings are tied to, unfortunately)

So, slowly, he lets himself show the affection he wants to-- a brush of hands, a hold on Dazai that's a little too tight when they lean on each other, a patching up of wounds that's a little gentler, a dinner of crab soup and rice that he took hours to learn how to cook---

Dazai stops pestering Chuuya pretty quickly after that

(He also never pulls away when Chuuya presses in, never comments on it, acts as if he doesn't know and doesn't care, and Chuuya finds some twisted sort of relief in that)

He's also become fiercely protective of Dazai, working thrice as hard so that he never sustains a single injury bigger than a scratch

"Wow---, why's my dog so easily riled up recently?" (they both know why)

Dazai is his to protect, but his in no other way. Chuuya knows that. He turns away when he flirts with pretty girls and gives them his number, and still admonishes him with the same tone he always does when he fucks around with women instead of doing his job

Chuuya genuinely shrugs it off— he doesn't love Dazai for it to be returned— it's just a fact in his life— his hair is red, his eyes are blue, he loves Dazai. Fin. He doesn't need to be in a relationship with him, he doesn't need to own him, he just wants to keep Dazai safe, and make him happy where he can

Dazai, meanwhile, is actually having a conniption— He figured out that Chuuya had a crush on him pretty quickly, but he's the most lost he's ever been in his life

He's never been loved so gently before, so carefully, as if he's a unique existence and intrinsically worthy of love-- Chuuya doesn't use him, doesn't expect anything of him, just keeps giving giving giving giving

Fact: Dazai has always been useful. Fact: Dazai has always been desirable, but in a way that seems dangerous. Fact: Every person who's ever held desire for him seemed to want something in return, as payment for the chore of liking him.

He annoys Chuuya more than anyone he's ever met, and yet Chuuya never treats taking care of him as a chore. He looks into Chuuya's eyes, sees a strange sort of pride, of gratefulness for relying on him, of joy just from the act of indulging him--

He asks nothing of Dazai, nothing, content to hold his hand firmly while Dazai's remains limp, asking nothing nothing nothing, backing off the second Dazai starts to squirm (though, sometimes, Dazai was just adjusting his posture on the couch, he wasn't pulling away— but he'd rather die before he asked the dumb little garden gnome to put his head on his shoulder again)

Dazai has never been more confused in his life. He's only sure of three things: 1) that Chuuya’s affection is genuine, 2) that it is far too good for him, which is a shame because 3) he'll never be able to return it.

Months pass in this limbo state— Chuuya backs off the second Dazai shows Any sign of being uncomfortable (he isn’t, he never was, but he’s confused by the frustration that wells up inside whenever Chuuya mistakes one of his random movements as resistance, pulling away, leaving Dazai oddly lonel—)

They usually don’t get hurt on missions— in all visible aspects, they’re perfect partners; Dazai’s plans don’t fail, and Chuuya never disappoints

But Mori thinks they’ve been a little too full of themselves recently, that they might benefit from a little humility, so he sends them straight into a trap

Chuuya drinks water from a safehouse that Mori arranged to have drugged

His vision goes blurry, fast

He tugs at Dazai, who’s keeping guard, blinking rapidly

“What, slug? Have you forgotten how sleeping works—“

“Dazai,” he chokes out.

Dazai snaps into focus, scanning Chuuya immediately.

“What happened?” Dazai doesn’t understand why panic is rushing through his veins, watching his partner struggle for breath. “Chuuya, breathe—“

“Don’t,” he strangles out, the word barely a whisper. “Don’t drink the water, something’s—“ Chuuya’s body seizes.

“Chuuya!” Dazai grabs him by the shoulders, and he’s surprised by how terribly his own hands are shaking— he can’t lose him, he can’t lose him, not him, not him, he’s never felt this strongly about the possibility of loss before, but he can’t lose Chuuya, he Can’t lose Chuuya, not the warm hands that hold his own, not the soft hair that buries into his neck, not the way his body always seems to fall into his, utterly trusting, not him, please god, not him, not the boy who loves him— he knows he doesn’t love Chuuya back, but he can’t lose Chuuya—

He brings Chuuya to his chest, preparing to make him throw up—

A bullet tears through Dazai’s arm.

Another one, seconds later, through his leg.

Dazai hisses in pain, grabbing his gun from his pocket

He’s not the best sharpshooter in the mafia for nothing— he shoots into the distance and hears both bullets hit their marks— he’s listening for the sound of two bodies falling—

A third gunshot rings from behind, and Dazai isn’t going to be fast enough to dodge it in time, fuck, but he can shift so it hits some non critical part of his body—

Shaking arms shove him to the ground

Dazai thinks the sound of the bullet burying itself into Chuuya’s body is going to haunt him for the rest of his life.

Chuuya’s warm blood is soaking into his lap, and Dazai’s vision begins to turn red at the edges

He uses more bullets than necessary to kill the last sniper, shooting his hands first, then his legs, his arms, his shoulders— he doesn’t get the mercy of a quick death— he hopes he bleeds, just like Chuuya is now—

The helicopter would come to pick them up at the meeting point in a few hours— he just needed to last until then—

He treats Chuuya’s injuries the best he can, murmuring his name like a prayer, begging begging begging

He ignores his own pain— or, that’s not quite right— he doesn’t even register his own pain— his own wounds are nothing in the face of the possibility of Chuuya’s death, and adrenaline keeps his limp arms moving, his wobbly legs walking

The helicopter picks them up

On board, a doctor patches Chuuya up and assures Dazai the poison wasn’t lethal and that the shot didn’t hit any major organs

Upon hearing (his) Chuuya would be ok, all of Dazai’s muscles relax at once, and he passes out

Chuuya wakes up in the hospital first

Dazai is in a comatose state, recovering— he’d be fine, but it’s the worst he’s been injured since Chuuya was assigned to be his partner

Chuuya waits by his side, holding his hand, running his fingers through his hair, caressing his cheek with his hand

He heard from the doctors that Dazai insisted, hysterically, that the doctors treated Chuuya first, despite his own injuries worsening by the minute

“Fucking asshole,” Chuuya pinches Dazai’s cheek.

He doesn’t wake up

He wakes up a week later, blinking slowly into consciousness

Chuuya is sleeping beside him, resting his cheek in the palm of Dazai’s hand

His eye bags look horrendous, and his face is pale

He nudges him without meaning to

Chuuya wakes up immediately

“Dazai?” He rubs his eyes a few times, as if he was checking he was awake. A few blinks later, Chuuya’s entire face melts. “Fuck, Dazai.”

Dazai isn’t prepared for the armful of Chuuya that barrels into his chest, burying into his neck— oh, Chuuya is warm—

Chuuya begins pressing small kisses into his hair, into the skin between his ears and his neck, eventually moving to kissing him on the apples of his cheeks

Dazai’s heart is doing a weird flop in his chest— he sees Chuuya’s sapphire blue eyes shining with tears, feels his chapped lips against his face, and god, is it pathetic that this feels like the first time he’s ever really been alive?

“You scared the shit out of me—“ Chuuya’s voice is trembling. “Why the fuck would you make them treat me first— I was literally fine, you fucking dumbass bitch, and I heal fast, you know that, you’re the lanky brittle stick— you were in a fucking coma for like a week, do you even know how, how worried I was?”

Frozen as he is, Dazai stumbles out a “why?”

Chuuya glares at him.

“You know why.”

He does. He still doesn’t know why. But Chuuya is peppering kisses all over his face and murmuring reminders to himself about gauze changes and medicine and antibiotics, so Dazai just lets himself stop thinking for once—

He catches Chuuya glancing at his lips, and he waits for a kiss there, but it never comes.

“You missed a spot.”

Chuuya turns bright red (cute cute cute), and looks toward the wall, clearing his throat.

“You should save that kiss for someone you love, mackerel.” Chuuya sighs, the red beginning to leave his cheeks. His eyes lose a bit of light, and Dazai wants to shove his words back in his throat. “I wouldn’t— you’ve already, uh, let me do this much.” He rubs the back of his neck, uncomfortable, as he untangles himself from Dazai.

Dazai wants to throw something (when did he ask Chuuya to stop, why is Chuuya sitting back in the chair, why is Chuuya holding his own hands instead of his, come back come back come back).

But Dazai doesn’t say anything, and Chuuya starts milling around the hospital room, collecting his medication

Chuuya nurses him back to health

He doesn’t kiss Dazai again

More months pass

Chuuya still asks for nothing from Dazai, and Dazai is weirdly frustrated by it (Oda and Ango are tired of hearing about it— they insist that Dazai has, ew, Feelings for him, to which he responds, like a mature adult, “The only feelings I have for the amoeba are pity and disgust— he’s stupid, it’s all stupid! And I’m a genius, obviously, so this is all below me!” He mutters, under his breath, “Dumb Odasaku, stupid ango, thinking they know better than me”)

They’re at a high end mafia party

Chuuya looks absolutely dashing, as always

Dazai cleaned himself up just to watch Chuuya’s face turn red

Dazai’s fooling around with some girls, playing the games he always plays, and glances out of the corner of his eye

Dazai freezes.

A Port Mafia man is on his knees, his hand cradling Chuuya’s, his lips planted firmly on Chuuya’s knuckles

And Dazai feels like he’s boiling alive— he hasn’t even kissed Chuuya, and this, this GRUNT is DIRTYING his— Chuuya with his fucking disgusting mouth, and Chuuya’s skin is so soft and warm and smooth and Dazai should be the only one in the world who knows how it feels

Dazai storms up to him and snatches Chuuya’s hand away, replacing it with his own. He introduces himself, but his tone and his eyes are deadly.

They sit in a rare moment of silence on the way back

Chuuya looks weirdly happy

Dazai doesn’t want to wipe the look off his face, so he keeps his mouth shut for once, watching the moonlight catch in his partner’s red hair and blue eyes— he’s so beautiful, Dazai thinks, and he tries to burn the image of Chuuya’s smug smile into his retinas

Dazai follows Chuuya home

They fall back into their old childish teasing the second they collapse on the couch, wrestling and yelling between delirious laughter— that’s the thing about Chuuya, Dazai thinks, he makes Dazai feel like the kid he never got to be.

Chuuya wins a round, and Dazai wins a round, and though they hadn’t agreed on a bet or a reward, Dazai chirps, unable to stop himself, “Guess that means that I have to do something for you, and you have to do something for me! You know, to be fair!”

“Ok…” Chuuya is staring at him suspiciously, checking behind him for a hidden pillow or another similar weapon (which, rude! he would never cheat! Scout’s honor.)

Dazai’s eyes seem to be darting everywhere but Chuuya. “For Chuuya, hmm… I’ll stop flirting around with girls!”

Chuuya blinks at him, bewildered. “I don’t really mind— it’s not like—“

Dazai cuts him off (he doesn’t want to hear the end of the sentence, for some reason?), the next words rapidly stuttering from his mouth—“And in exchange, Chuuya’s not allowed to flirt with anyone, ok?”

A light seems to dawn in Chuuya’s eyes, and he bites his bottom lip, trying to keep down a laugh. “Ok, mackerel. Deal.”

“Good slug.”

Chuuya actually does laugh, this time. “Fuck off.”

Things are a little different, after that. Chuuya gets more confident— he invites Dazai over for movie nights where he falls asleep on his shoulder, he occasionally presses a chaste kiss atop Dazai’s bandages (as if he’s something worth loving, somehow), and they still wrestle and fight and prank each other, but it’s euphoric— it’s their communication, their reminder that the other is thinking of them.

Dazai is still the one on the receiving end of things, and he realizes Chuuya’s never gonna kiss him on the lips because of his stupid moral code that kisses should be loving and romantic from both sides, and well, Dazai doesn’t know about love or any of that other dumb stuff, but he wants to kiss Chuuya

Dazai stays over at Chuuya’s apartment more often than not, and one day, as Chuuya’s leaving for work (he always shows up a couple hours earlier than Dazai), Dazai gathers up the blankets and waddles over to him, still sleepy

“Chuuya?”

“Fuck off,” he replies out of habit more than anything else.

“Chuuyyuyuyaaaaa—“

“What?” He finally turns to Dazai, who seizes the opportunity to give him a kiss, licking Chuuya’s lips as he pulls away.

“Have a good day at work!” Dazai smiles against Chuuya’s lips.

Chuuya works through a couple of phases— shock, joy, all encompassing bigger than the universe giddiness, shock, hope, hope, hope

He watches Dazai waddle back to his bed and collapse in the middle of it, taking up both his side and Chuuya’s

Chuuya smiles all day

After Oda’s death, Chuuya is the first one to grab Dazai’s hand before he can drown.

Dazai has never doubted that Chuuya cared for him, that Chuuya loved him, and it’s so fucking affirming to be believed— to know that someone believes you’re human, through and through

So he hopes that Dazai would trust him to take the initiative here, to make a choice that would truly be a middle finger to Arahabaki, to let Dazai be the savior he already was to Chuuya

“Dazai,” He says, knowing what happened before Dazai says a word, seeing it in his grieving eyes, his miserable form (how dare people think he has no emotions, how dare them, how dare them). He grabs both of Dazai’s hands and pushes their foreheads together with enough force to be a headbutt. His smile is sharp, a little scared, but he’s sincere. “Let’s run away together.”

and they run away and never define their relationship completely, but they are partners, through and through

Chuuya wants agency and to be seen as human and to be trusted and believed, Dazai wants to trust someone to take care of him and to believe in someone’s care for him and sees Chuuya as utterly human

They complete each other, they trust each other unconditionally

Chuuya wakes up with a ring on his finger one day, and Dazai shrugs and says that it might make Chuuya’s side of the deal they made 4 years ago a little easier

Chuuya thinks this is very funny

Dazai wakes up the next morning with a matching ring on his finger

They never have a wedding— they don’t need to prove their partnership to anyone— and they can count the amount of times they’ve said “I love you” on one hand— that’s private, that’s theirs and no one else’s

They’re both part timers at the ADA (the ADA insisted; if they were both full timers, there’d be no work for anyone else to do— Chuuya plows through paperwork, and they’re still soukoku— they never fail a single mission)

In their free time, they play games, write some shitty novels and some not so shitty novels, they try painting, they both become polyglots, read all the books they can in all the languages they can read, and it is all so mundane and so, so human

they no longer have to prove it to anyone

They are home

#soukoku #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chūya #dazai osamu #dazai x chuuya #15 soukoku #bsd stormbringer #bsd #bungou gay dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd port mafia #skk #skk fanfic #soukoku fanfiction #soukoku au #me post

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*runs into inbox clothes burning and disheveled* LAMPLIGHT QUESTIONS??? YOU WANT LAMPLIGHT QUESTIONS??? (i think you made that post like four days ago so i'm late but aaaaaaaa)

what do you think is like, The Turning Point in Martyn and Ren's companionship? Or if there's more than one already written, what's your favorite?

Is there a scene that you've really been excited to write for lamplight/one that you've written but haven't shown The Public yet?

In his original party, were there like, designated roles for everyone to play? Like healer/brawler/short-range/scholar etc? If so, what role do you think Martyn specialized in? And everyone else? Is there anything you would say lamplight Martyn is good at--- like a skill or something? Also, how long had the group been together before that incident at Dogwarts?

From what I can remember, Ren and Scar are the only Gods we've seen so far--- do you have an idea of any other familiar faces that are also Gods?

Do you have any other world-building details you wanna talk about? Any Martyn or Ren thoughts that you've been wanting to talk about?

Sorry if this is too many questions, you don't have to answer all of them! Give as vague answers as you please--- honestly, anything you say about the lamplight world i Will Chew Up Like Dog Toy, so put whatever you want!

Regardless, thank you for your writing and all your efforts! I hope you have a nice day ^_^

okay this is a massive ask with so many questions in it, so im gonna repeat/bold each question and deal w em one by one

i will put this under a cut bc it is So Long. below this cut is SO MUCH lamplight worldbuilding, like, So Much, so i hope you enjoy that

what do you think is like, The Turning Point in Martyn and Ren's companionship? Or if there's more than one already written, what's your favorite?

turning point... i guess it depends how you define a turning point? any point of development in their relationship? there's been a few--heliography, with Martyn deciding to swear a real oath to Ren (if still one he can back out of); sleeping hound, w Martyn realizing Ren wouldnt ever burn him; worship the ashes, love wins. there's another big one for Martyn planned that i havent written yet, and one, maybe two or three for Ren.

my favorite, tho, hmm... i think sleeping hound.

Is there a scene that you've really been excited to write for lamplight/one that you've written but haven't shown The Public yet?

i planned the scene for how Ren gets his body back literally day one of the damn fic and i still havent written it a year later i want to SO BAD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

literally this one fuckign scene is part of the reason i STARTED WRITING THE DAMN FIC. crying

for the latter half, i posted this!

In his original party, were there like, designated roles for everyone to play? Like healer/brawler/short-range/scholar etc? If so, what role do you think Martyn specialized in? And everyone else?

i get so many questions abt martyns og party you think after a year i would have answers to them but my answer is unfortunately always that i am a treebark writer making a treebark au and it isnt relevant to ren and martyn doing ren and martyn things so i didnt really bother

that said! i dont think they necessarily had roles? they all strike me as pretty mid-level adventurers. theyre not chosen ones on holy quests. none of them are going to have songs sung about them for decades to come. they can hold their own, but they arent saving the world. theyre like,,, fantasy backpacking. doing some minor jobs sometimes. all of em are skilled enough w their weapons/magic but none of em are like, The Fighter or The Mage.

all of them are swordsmen tho bc i think swords are cool. i think Jimmy is better at it than you think he is, but not as good as he says. he will occasionally surprise you by doing something really cool and then when he turns around to brag about it he eats shit. jimmys magic really only affects the area immediately around himself

i asked local to weigh in on bigb bc thats who im least confident on and he suggested bigb using a fighting style that heavily relies on a shield? like sword in one hand shield in the other. i think thats very sick. also, bigbs magic only affects his own body

i can see Grian having some kinda little explosives he uses to fight, tho he clearly doesnt have them anymore (and doesnt need em--bro has talons these days). he used to be immune to magic, but bc of the watchers, he now has a magical core and can be cast on, which is new to him

their group didnt have a leader, either, and all decisions were just made as a group. if asked, both Martyn and Jimmy would say they were the leader (tho neither would boast this anymore, due to believing that would imply having lead Grian to his death). Grian used to handle their money (and hes annoyed about having lost it)

Is there anything you would say lamplight Martyn is good at--- like a skill or something?

he's a musician! it's come up a few times, but he's skilled in a few instruments and has a nice singing voice. hes played a lute on page, i believe, but i think he could also use a harmonica. dont worry abt whether or not those have been invented yet i dont care i just think he deserves one. probs knows a fair amount of songs thatre good in taverns and some dances that accompany them. if he ever got tired of adventuring, he could probs make a fair amount playing at bars (he'd probs do it to fundraise for himself if he didnt have to worry abt ren's lantern)

he's also a pretty decent cook. at least, Ren really likes his cooking, when he has a body again, tho Ren hasnt eaten anything in 20 years

he's generally pretty strong/fit w good stamina to walk all day long. when Ren has a body again, Martyn will be strong enough to lift him, even tho Ren is taller than him. Ren finds this incredibly impressive. Ren finds everything Martyn does incredibly impressive

of course, there's also being a deadzone, making him completely immune to magic (within reason--if someone casts fireball at him hes still going to burn). charms and curses dont work on him at all, which is very helpful as an adventurer

Also, how long had the group been together before that incident at Dogwarts?

jimmy, grian, and martyn were childhood friends, all lived in the same town/neighborhood (Evo) and grew up together. bigb moved to their hometown/neighborhood when Dogwarts fell, he was about 10? theyve been friends ever since. so theyve known each other about 20 years minimum

(note on ages: i dont know how old any of these people actually are so in lamplight theyre all like early 30s. pretty sure grian and jimmy are like late 20s? and bigb and martyn are somewhere in their 30s? so i set em all as early 30s)

barely related, it does make me laugh Dogwarts has Watchers and Evo doesnt

From what I can remember, Ren and Scar are the only Gods we've seen so far--- do you have an idea of any other familiar faces that are also Gods?

the answer to this is uh. kind of long and a little bit hysterical. so ill first direct you to this paragraph from moonlight ch2

i did actually have uh... a few things in mind for this? but not uh. not reasonable ones

so. quite a few of them. ill be honest. to fill the paragraph and make it long and expansive i recounted the pantheon from a zolu fic abt the entire strawhat pirate crew as gods which i wrote w my friend Sam when i was like 16. i do not think the strawhat pantheon is canon to lamplight but recalling the domains i used for the strawhats was how i made a lot of the list, so, uh, take that as you will

for other characters... the god of nothing is Scar. the god of death is Kristin. the god of blood is... not Technoblade, actually? tho ive thought abt him in Lamplight. i like to think he may actually also be a paladin, he travels around w Phil. gods of places references Ren but also is a shoutout specifically to my friend Zeph who loves place gods, so i just wanted the world to have lots of them

the god of survival is actually Martyn! in leaflight, the roleswap, Martyn has long since abandoned his post as a god, but he was born the god of survival

.....oh and uh. well. the god of decay is... me! my mcrp character on another server is the god of decay. the secret truth about this specific paragraph is i wrote the entire thing so i could make a cameo in lamplight

Do you have any other world-building details you wanna talk about?

magic system... have i told you guys about magical cores? i had some of this already in mind but typing it out i made up a lot more. it is also approaching 1am so if this doesnt make any sense that's why

every person in lamplight has a magical core. it's sort of like a,,, spiritual organ? a little core of magic in them which takes magic from the air and makes it usable for an individual. cores vary in size/reserve, which is how much magic a person can do at max / how much magic their core can store. they also vary in type/strength of magic, which i guess is what a person's core processes ambient magic as

people can usually only use one kind of magic, which corresponds to what their core is. i think the type of magic is mostly determined by what/who it works on. it might work on just you and the space around you, it might work on just objects, it might work on animals, it might work on other people. magic which works on just yourself is most common and weakest, and the majority of people have that

deadzones dont have a magical core At All. theres nothing in there. straight up missing an organ. most deadzones are born this way, but i can see it be possible to become one if you Really, REALLY exhaust your core, tho that's probs rare

casting a spell depends entirely on belief. if you believe it should work, and are confident in your spell, it should do what you want, esp if it's in your power. you can... probs push your limits a bit if youre super confident, and doing this enough with enough confidence is basically the closest thing to training one's magic a person can get?

related, i can see bc of this kids having magic thats just a little stronger than adults bc of this, which is cute. kids probs also have smaller cores w smaller reserves, tho im not sure how much a core grows as a person ages

inanimate objects dont have magical cores or innate magic. i said earlier i think the lamplight world has a lot of ambient magic just floating about (which is how cores refill back to baseline once you use magic), but it doesnt stick to things unless you make it. to cast on an object, you have to use magic from your own core to adhere it to the thing youre casting on (which is why spells casted on objects dont USUALLY last that long--as said in moonlight, most only last a short while, and ren's enchants only lasted for months is just bc he was insanely powerful). you basically give items a little piece of your core with an instruction of how to use it

(jimmy's magic i think affects himself and ambient magic around him, while bigb draws entirely on his own core and can only affect himself)

i dont know if animals have magical cores ive never thought about it until this exact second. probably, but not ones most creatures know how to use? magic is belief based, they might use magic a little bit on accident? i dont know. some monsters absolutely have magical cores they know how to use

this is probs how zombies work. i think it's either a curse cast by one very powerful god/magic user a long time ago, or that people need to be properly buried or else weird things happen to their lingering magical core. or smth. i havent entirely decided

to cast on a person, you need to get your magic to stick to, cover up, or drown out Their magical core, depending on the spell. spells cast on other people dont last very long bc magical cores dont tend to like things intruding on them. this is why deadzones cant be cast on--no core, nothing for other magic to stick to

it's a little bit like a sliding scale? "weakest" magic is yourself, it's easiest to cast on yourself bc your will is your own and should generally line up w your magic, so long as you believe in what you're doing. then ambient magic, bc it's just chillin, you just need a little extra strength to grab it. then objects, tho you have to share a little will to cast on objects. then animals, they usually have smaller magical cores than ppl, friendly animals are a bit easier to bend to your will, tho some animals are harder to cast on then others, esp hostile animals or monsters. then other people. people have their own will and their own cores that are most difficult to bend/influence. so magic that works on other ppl is the "strongest"

being able to cast on a later step on the scale, like animals or ppl, doesnt mean you can do all the steps before it, tho. Scar i think can ONLY cast on living things, his magic sorta specializes in sticking to other ppls' cores. i would imagine all magic users can cast on themselves at least a little tho

to cast on a deadzone, you have to first give them a magical core, which is incredibly difficult, unstable, and dangerous. it requires a lot of power and a lot of people, which is why it did such weird things to Grian

divine magical cores are on another level entirely compared to mortals, and tho ren's was impressive as a human, it got infinitely more powerful when he became a god. he's basically a well of magic all on his own, w no limit on the size/reserve of his core

ren is overflowing w magic, but it works only on inanimate objects (things that dont have wills of their own to fight his) and himself (obviously he doesnt have to fight his own will). if Martyn werent a deadzone, he could probablt have cast on late-series Martyn, as martyn's will as ren's paladin would probs line up w ren's own

none of these rules are super hard and set in stone. lamplight magic is vibe based first and foremost

uhhh. i dont know if this all made sense? if it doesnt feel free to ask follow up questions

oh, and before anyone asks:

jimmy has a slightly more powerful core than bigb bc he can cast on ambient magic and bigb cant. bigb's core is probs bigger than jimmy's tho, so he can use more magic / use magic for longer than jimmy can

Any Martyn or Ren thoughts that you've been wanting to talk about?

heres a fun fact: gods are supposed to give their paladins blessings. Ren is no exception to this, but bc Martyn has no magical core, he cant receive them. if he did, ren's blessings would be all about protection. it'd basically be like casting armor enchants like protection and unbreaking directly on martyn's body? he'd less likely to be directly injured and sturdier in general. he would also be completely resistant to any fire, not just ren.

(the thing i said earlier is sort of why blessings work for Ren despite the fact hes technically mortal, but for other gods blessings are automatic so long as the paladin's oath stands)

Ren is aware of the fact he should be able to bless Martyn and cant and is sort of upset about it, but he blessed his armor, so he thinks thatll have to be enough

#oink asks #anonymous #lamplight au #thank you so much for all of these questions please feel free to return if you have more

[mintmoth]

OKAY I'm gonna do a big ask response here! There's a few I didn't grab which are mostly just people saying sweet things- to which honestly I can't thank you all enough 😭 it's so wild to me to see people enjoying my art so much

I'm gonna keep most of the replies under the cut since it's gonna get a bit long but I wanted to touch on this one real quick-

Absolutely anyone is free to use my art as an icon wherever! Just be sure to have something crediting somewhere and yeah absolutely go for it!

OH ALSO my submissions don't work on mobile for some reason? The formatting messes up I guess, but check out this awesome coloring!! I love how the layers of shading look 😭

LMAO okay so I've seen a good handful of older/mafia au designs for Floyd and Jade and a lot of them have either both of them with double sleeves or Floyd with sleeves and Jade with a back piece- though I've also seen somewhere both of them having one sleeve on the opposite side

Right now I'm just messing around so I don't have any official tattoo designs for either of them, but I do know I want Floyd with at LEAST the double sleeves, and Jade with some pieces he keeps hidden by mostly wearing business attire lmao

XBSISNK THANK YOU 😭😭 honestly drawing hair is one of my absolutley FAVORITE things to draw lmao, most of my ocs have long hair I just can't help it honestly

YES ABSOLUTLEY probably not too often but I could definitely see Azul going to bed and waking up to a very full bed lmao. Funnier yet because I think all three of them are the type to cling in their sleep when they have someone else beside them. They're just weird sea creatures used to small comfy spaces

I actually haven't thought about this! Honestly I think that would be really cool! Or even if he found that he had a specific shade range of color blindness as a human- though I could see Jade and Floyd taking advantage of that by doing something like giving him the wrong color shirt to wear that day or something lmao

Though you also reminded me! Eels also have terrible eyesight! So I've seen people both having the headcanon that the twins wear contacts, and also the headcanon that Azul needs glasses now because he did a deal to give part of his vision to both of them

Honestly it's really cool to think about! I don't know which headcanons here I like the most, but I love seeing them

Okay honestly I absolutley have to draw this because I LOVE this idea and part of why I'm answering this is to mentally catalogue that I need to draw this lmao

I also love this idea! Like at lunch, after classes before they go to work at the lounge, and after the lounge closes up for the night it just becomes the twins' gossip hour lmao

Because yeah they do spend a lot of time together, but they're still apart a lot, and there's no way they're not telling each other about all the nonsense they're getting up to once they meet back up

DBSISNSK DONT CRY LMAO I got a handful of questions about Niles I want to try to touch on here

Absolutley he wouldn't mind helping anyone set up games on their computer lmao, especially if it's a hard to get visual novel that he's a fan of because he's the type to want everyone to play and love the games he loves

He's definitely dropped hundreds of hours into "creature crossing" with one of those islands with tons of customization and cute shit, and his "island creatures" are mostly cats with a couple dogs and the pegasus LMAO

Also while he's not directly inspired by any specific character, since he's in Ignihyde he does have a little Greek mythos theming and has some inspiration from Eros, which is also why he's very "love" themed/romantic

OH MAN I'm actually not 100% sure which moray I think the twins would be, I'd have to look more into them specifically

But I did want to mention that my idiot self is tempted to make Yet Another Oc (though I probably won't post this one since I feel very oc heavy already) that's also a moray- but specifically a snowflake just because wow I want to make a design around the coloration they have 😭

ALSO!!! Regarding Eel Anon!

I wasn't able to screenshot everything you sent but it was absolutley fun hearing about the dorm idea you have!! I love hearing about new dorm concepts and I've seen a couple nightmare before christmas dorms so it's neat to see the different ideas people have! Also no way do Eri and Rika sound like knock offs of the twins lmao they both sound really fun and I like how they juxtapose one another- also how you have their whole family worked out??? It just reminded me I need to do some more backstory work for my group lmao but honestly it was really cool reading about them so don't even worry about long asks or anything!

#ask #anonymous #felix-the-lemon-king #verticalsea #freedfromthedark #echoversit #eel anon #mint rambles

[stoeptepel]

Okay, i had an idea in the server yesterday and got posessed and wrote something, hihi.

Kp animal hybrid au

The discussion is getting heated, the other boss won't stop trying to give himself the bigger cut of profit and keeps on making jabs at him and his 'lifestyle'. Kinn is ready to blow the whole thing off, it's not like he needs them. There are other families much more willing to work with him, Kinn just hates having to start over again after they were already halfway through a deal.

"I'm telling you one last time Michael, the numbers are already decided, i won't go lower" Kinn tells the other boss.

Michael is smirking but the twitch of one the man's bear ears tells Kinn that he is getting irritated. "Come on Kinn, i was old friend of your dad, he would have given me the 30 %"

Korn definitely would have not.

"It seems like the deal is over Michael, i'm too busy to keep on going back and forth with you"

Michael jumps up.

"How dare you! You're just a full human! You should give me more respect. I could kill you right here and take over your family! Then you'll have nothing"

Kinn stands up too, much slower than the half bear hybrid in front of him did and he sighs.

"Is that a threat Michael?"

Kinn feels his bodyguards tense behind him. The other man's guards sneer at him. So unprofessional.

"You better watch your back Anakin, i won't let this go"

Kinn grabs his glass and slowly finishes the last bit of whiskey, Michael is getting redder and redder. He puts the glass down with a soft clink.

"I know Michael, that's why I prepared ahead. I want you to meet my new guard."

Kinn walks to the door and smiles.

"Meet Porsche"

He walks out and before Michael could protest a man walks into the room. He is almost as tall as Kinn with a darker skin tone, brown hair and a fit built. Two Fluffy round ears are peeking between the brown locks and a black tail with a curl sticks out behind him.

Michael barks out a laugh, his guards join him.

"Really Kinn, I'm supposed to be scared of some mutt!" He yells loudly, spitting the word mutt like a curse. His guards are snickering behind him.

"What is a bitch gonna do" one yells and Michael laughs harder.

"You think we can breed em?" Another yells, whistles and yelling break out in the room.

Porsche grins and a soft giggle falls from his lips. One of the guards sees and gets an uneasy feeling. What breed of dog had round ears again?

The rest is still laughing and yelling, not noticing one of them went quiet.

Porsche is grinning wider and the giggle picks up into laughter, the sides of his mouth stretch further and further and he starts to hunch over slightly.

More men go quiet. Porsche’s laughter turns maniacal and soon it's the only sound in the room.

Outside Kinn smirks at the sound.

The men are all staring at Porsche, blood drained from their faces. Michael's cigarette is hanging frozen on his lips.

Porsche keeps on laughing and the sound is sinking in his bones, like ice slowly traveling through his veins.

He heard horror stories about this before but that's all he thought they were, stories. But he is looking at it with his own eyes. How did Kinn find one? The smell of urine fills the room and Michael doesn't have to look behind him to know one of his guards just pissed himself.

The sound of frantic prayers getting whispered starts and Michael can't blame them.

Afterall.

That was no dog barking, that was a hyena laughing.

God save him.

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Hihi, I might brainstorm more, but I can't promise it doesn't get unhinged. I have a reputation to uphold afterall ✌️

#kinnporsche #kinn anakinn theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawat #kinn x porsche #kinn theerapanyakul #kinnporche the series

[fluffyfranny]

Birthday Gone Bonkers

Summary: It's June 9th, which means it's our favorite dog-loving biker's birthday! And his kyoudai has early morning plans for him in the form of greeting him bright and early on his special day!

However, someone else has early morning plans as well-

Inspiration for this story comes from @mickules (hope the mention is okay :'3) and their parent trap AU featuring Taka and Ishida as brothers! To summarize, chaos ensues with both of them in the same room >:3

6:09 AM.

Of all times to be woken up from one of the best sleeps so far this early into summer break, it was this early.

However, the time served its purpose.

As Mondo reached one sleep-numb arm to the nightstand to nab his phone off the charger, the time and date were in sync. His eyes squinted at the screen, the room still being dark and him being just roused from deep slumber, and did a miniature double-take upon realization:

June 9th at 6:09 AM.

His birthday.

A humored huff left his lips and blew a few strands of bleached orange hair from his vision as he held the phone up to his ear, sleepy grin intact until a voice as loud as a freight train yanked him from his daze, causing him to almost chuck the phone against the wall.

"Happy birthday, little bro!"

Daiya, you scumbag...

"Heh, thanks Dai..." he nearly whispered, voice still deep and raspy from sleep. "But I gotta ask, was this on purpose?"

"Whaddya mean, my guy?" His older brother questioned, the smile apparent in his voice on the other line. "OH, the time! Yeahhh, that was intentional."

"What on Earth gave ya the idea to wake me up this early?" Mondo questioned, bringing his free fist to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"Oh, it was Michi's idea!" Daiya confessed. Just as he stated this, another voice came over the line, further rousing Mondo from sleep.

"Yo, s'that Mondo?" Takemichi's voice came through muffled, as if he were trying to shove Daiya out of the way so he could get to the phone. "HEY BIG GUY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Mondo squeezed his eyes shut at this second ear-blasting birthday wish, but responded the same as he did to Daiya; he ;et out a sleep-laced chuckle. "Thanks, lil dude."

"Hard to believe you're still younger than me even though you're a giant!" Daiya teased from beside Michi.

"HEY," Mondo fussed, mentally making a fist as he wanted nothing more to put Daiya in a headlock after that. "Ya don't gotta bring that up all the time, dude!"

A few belly-shaking laughs came from the older biker, and Michi, on the other line, was hunched over, wheezing himself as he slapped a hand over his knee.

"Nah, I'm just messin' with ya, big guy," Daiya reassured. "Jus' figured we'd give ya a call before you get swept up in the day. We're gonna try and stop by later if my bike comes outta the shop in time."

"Ahh, no worries if ya can't," Mondo admitted, sweeping his hair out of his face. "We can always go out an' celebrate late if that's what we gotta do."

"Whatever floats your boat, broski," Michi chimed in again.

"Pssh, love ya too, lil guy."

"What was that, you big ol-"

"Enough, Michi, let the boss man go," Daiya scolded playfully. "Besides, his kyoudai is probably already up by how loud we've been screamin'."

Mondo snorted. This wouldn't be the first time that he'd woken Taka up during an early morning call, or morning in general. Sometimes it was the snoring, other times he may or may not have rolled him off the bed...

He did a double-take towards the door when he thought he picked out the sound of the floorboards creaking from outside his bedroom, followed by the sound of footsteps getting louder and shuffling across the wood before descending downstairs. He slapped a hand to his forehead and rubbed it as he groaned internally:

Ah shit, did I actually wake him up?

"Mon, hey, you there?" Michi was trying to get his attention from the other line, and he shook his head to clear it as he sputtered.

"Y-yeah, sorry man, just..." He glanced back at the door. "Thought I heard somethin'. It's still early, ya know?"

"Yeah, we gotcha," the shorter blonde assured. "We're gonna let ya go now in case ye wanna catch another few winks."

Daiya took the phone. "What lil man said, we'll talk to ya later. I'll let ya know if we're gonna make it."

Mondo nodded. "Yeah, sure thing. Talk later, bro."

"Bye-bye, birthday boy~" The two jeered teasingly, hanging up quickly so Mondo wouldn't have enough time to bite back.

"HEY, why I oughta-!" He sighed as the line went dead, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to put his phone back on the charger and slip on a white sleeveless top before shuffling towards the door.

Might as well get a head start today...

Upon closing the door to his bedroom, Mondo swore he could hear whispers coming from the hallways. He checked behind him towards the door that housed Taka's room, but it was shut and nobody was there.

Then, it hit him: he had heard something earlier...

Downstairs...

Having not bothered to out his hair up even into a low ponytail, Mondo swept the mop of strands that hung over his face to one side, raking his hand through it to smooth it down before descending the stairwell to the adjoined living room and kitchen. As he did, the whispers seemed to cease, having taken notice of the biker's presence.

Upon entering the living room, he could make out Taka through blurry eyes.

"Happy birthday, kyoudai!"

The third wish of the day wasn't as loud as those of his brothers, for he was a distance away from him, so he shot a wink and a still-sleepy grin in his directions.

"Thanks, bro, but don't ya think it's a bit too-"

Mondo paused mid-sentence as he was, quite literally, seeing double. There were two outlines of his bro standing in front of him, and he tried rubbing his eyes to rid of the double vision.

Nope, still two of him. And his eyes weren't even blurry...

Wait wait wait-

"What's the matter, bro?" The two of him said in sync, tilting their heads to the side while sparing each other a sideways glance, red eyes glimmering even this early in the morning.

"Don't you pull this kinda shit with me today..." He snarled lowly.

"What? Whatever do you mean?" The Taka on the left spoke, rather confused.

"I haven't the slightest clue what you mean, kyoudai..." The right Taka admitted, eyes keeping their gaze on Mondo.

"Kiyo, you fucker..." Mondo sneered, eyes flicking between the two forms of his bro, trying to discern which one of the two was his real kyoudai.

Kiyo, nickname for Taka's twin brother, Ishida, had the tendency to disguise himself as his older sibling with makeup and hair dye, as well as spot-on voice mimicry. The only difference between the two was an ever so slight difference in their eye color, but Mondo was both too enraged and sleepy still to put effort into glaring deep into their eyes to make the real one out.

So alternate measures had to be taken... he'd figure out which one was the real Taka through means of recalling their knowledge of each other.

"Alright, this is how it's gonna go..." Mondo clarified with a clearing of his throat. "I'm gonna quiz ya both and break down the details. I'm gonna figure out which one of ya is fuckin' around with me."

Both Taka's eyes widened before collectively nodding, lips pursed together.

"Aight, uh, first off," Mondo's brain chugged to life as he tried to think of what to ask first. "What color are my eyes?"

"Purple," both of the Takas said in unison, with the one on the left perking up. "You do know that that's super obvious, right?"

Mondo huffed and wiped the corner of his lip with his thumb. "Yeah yeah, right, just startin' off easy! Now uh... what breed of dog is Chuck back at home?"

"A maltese," both Takas replied.

"You introduced him and his breed the day we met!" The Taka on the right piped up with a smile.

Mondo was getting frustrated now, even after two simple questions that had obvious answers. He pondered over the current situation and what information he had gathered.

Both had responded after answering at least once, one questioning him about how obvious and straightforward his questions and answers were, while the other followed up with gleefully recalling the reason behind the answer.

The real Taka wouldn't question him asking stupid questions, even thought he was a bit of a numbnut...

He could try one last thing...

"Alrighty then," Mondo perked up with this last proposition, a smirk creeping up onto his face. "One last thing...who wants their good morning kiss?"

At this, both Takas let out little gasps. The one on the right's cheeks went extremely pink, while the one on the left had a drop of sweat leak down his forehead and then his temple...

Leaving a trail of black without him seeming to notice...

Aha!

After analyzing their brief reactions, Mondo chuckled before approaching the Taka on the right, the one on the left watching from a sideways glance as he brought up a knuckle to wipe away the "sweat," only for his skin to come away black.

"Gotcha," Mondo rasped before pressing a brief smooch to the real Taka's lips, earning a squeak from him and hearing the other go:

"Awe, rats!"

After their brief embrace, Mondo and Taka turned to their left and saw the other Taka's eyes ignite, the black fading from his hair and revealing snowy white fluff as the dye leaked down his undershirt and his arms.

"Almost had ya, punk!" Ishida grumbled, ruffling his hair in defeat, almost having stolen a kiss from his lovesick brother on his kyoudai's birthday, of all days.

"Oh, don't think yer getting off the hook so easily," Mondo growled, a bony finger coming to point directly at him. "When my bros get here, so help me God, yer screwed..."

"Also, Kiyo..." Taka chimed in, a finger of his own pointing at his brother. "You're about to get hair dye all over the carpet."

Ishida glanced down his arms and the black trails of dye, looking like an eyeliner pen had exploded on him. He shrugged and slipped his white tank top off to mop at his skin, much to the dismay of Taka and Mondo.

"What? I'll just put er in the wash and it'll be spick and span!" He had missed a few spots, the inky dye leaving stained streaks down his arms and chest like zebra stripes.

"Yer gonna need a shower after we're done with ya..."

Unbeknownst to them, Daiya and Takemichi had arrived at their shared home and snuck the door open as the three had their confrontation, with the brothers holding back snickers as Michi had snuck a photo of the moment Mondo gave Taka a kiss.

Everyone whipped their heads towards the front door, and eyes instantly widened as Michi made his way towards Ishida, a pair of cupcakes in hand.

"H-hey little dude, wh- what're ya doing with those?" Ishida stammered, scooting towards the stairs.

"Oh, nothin'..." The blonde sneered, an evil smile pasted across his face. "Jus' wanna offer ya a little taste of...brotherly love."

He lunged at the white-haired twin, and Ishida yelped and made a beeline up the stairs, Michi right on his heels.

As the remaining three watched the early morning commotion, Daiya nonchalantly shut the door before pacing over to Mondo. "Wonder what the neighbors are gonna think of that one," he chimed right before putting his younger brother in a miniature headlock and mussing his already unkempt hair. "Happy birthday again, lil man!"

"I already told ya, I'm not LITTLE!" Mondo snapped, arms grasping at his older brother's in an attempt to get his own around his neck. The two had a miniature wrestling match before Taka intervened.

"Gentlemen, PLEASE!" He shouted the last word, causing them both to freeze where they stood, one of Mondo's hands deep into messing up Daiya's pompadour, while the older one's left arm was still around Mondo's shoulders. "It's still too early for this kind of horseplay!"

"Oh, like yer one to talk," Mondo spat teasingly as he winked in Taka's direction, making his cheeks flare up slightly. "YOU'RE the early riser around these parts that likes to rouse me outta hibernation!"

"Because the morning is important! You have to start your day the right way there and then!" The flush in his cheeks got deeper with this next bit. "E-especially today, cause it's your birthday!"

The brothers gave each other seething stares before they released each other, both going to smooth down their messed up hair. Mondo stepped forward to give Taka's own hair a rustle, the prefect's hands grasping at his wrists in protest, which earned laughs from both the Owadas.

A few seconds passed before someone could be heard stomping down the stairs. Ishida was back, only this time, with frosting matted in his locks and Michi's legs hooked around his abdomen as he kept himself latched on while rubbing the remains of the cupcakes through his hair. Both looked across at the trio, Ishida's eyes sagging with defeat but still glimmering with unseen rage, while Michi still had a smug grin across his face.

"What are y'all waiting for?" The blonde shouted gleefully. "Time to start the day!"

"Stop, lil dude, yer startin' to sound like Ishi," Mondo teased, earning a mock gasp and a playful smack to his chest from the back of the prefect's hand.

"How dare-!"

"I'm playin', dude, I'm playin' with ya, I promise!"

After a few more little laughs at the state everybody was in, they all collectively stared at Mondo, to which he responded with a classic rubbing of the back of his neck and a stammering response.

"Th-thank you guys, really. You make my birthday worthwhile."

He reached his arms out and dragged everyone into a big group hug, a few 'oof's escaping from Michi and Taka before they returned the gesture.

"Happy birthday to me, indeed..."

#danganronpa #dr1 #drthh #trigger happy havoc #mondo owada #kiyotaka ishimaru #ishimondo #kiyondo ishida #daiya owada #takemichi yukimaru

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

Ok so I love Ghost In The Shell and I love all your aus

So I gotta ask, if all your aus took place in the Ghost In The Shell universe which ones would be the least awful (awful in the sense of pure danger for the Ghost fam) and which ones would be the most awful

Okie Dokie >:)

(@bluepeachstudios I am once again borrowing Ghost for this)

I'm only gonna do the aus I already have fics published for/talked about at length (with one exception :3)

Starting with the least dangerous/stressful/awful crossover, Same Story Different Font. This one genuinely wouldn't be too difficult on Ghost (assuming he isnt the one that goes dimension hopping again) plus he and Leonardo would instantly try to adopt each other ("WHAT YOU MEAN YOU WERE ISOLATING YOURSELF FOR OVER TWO DECADES?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU BECAME A FATHER OF FOUR AT SEVENTEEN?" Their kids would cause the most insane amounts of chaos ever) They would be friends, give them a social life beyond their children

Next up is Lost But Never Found. This one is definitely more stressful on good ole Ghost. The second he realizes Indigo is an alternate version of Leonardo that suffered the exact same fate as him but WORSE...Ghost's heart is gonna fucking SHATTER (Ie, Indigo fell through a portal with no way back home but Big Mama captured him, forced him to fight in the Battle Nexus, COMPLETELY WIPED HIS MEMORIES BECAUSE HE DIDNT WANT TO KILL, continued to force him to fight every single day multiple times a day...yeah that was objectively worse than Ghost's early years. Big Mama better pick a god and PRAY)

The reasons this au is more stressful/dangerous is because A. An alternate version of your brother is HERE instead of back home, and he also has no memory of his old life so how the hell are you gonna get THAT back. And B. Helping Indigo come back down from the "Kill or be killed" mentality and help his adjust to normal mutant turtle life is gonna be really rough, especially when he ends up joining the Mud Dogs and becoming a hitman because he did not feel like he belonged with the Rise fam at all (and its only gonna get worse when he DOES get his memories back ALL AT ONCE :3)

Now into the really stressful/dangerous territory with When The World Crumbles!

Bet you didnt see this one coming ;)

Poor Ghost is definitely gonna need blood pressure medication after this whole ordeal. To keep it brief, the 2012 turtles fall into the Riseverse. They were not trying to GO there at all. They were tring to stop another FULL SCALE KRAANG INVASION. So...

These turtles are in the wrong dimension

Their dimension is currently being INVADED

And to make it worse it has only been TWO MONTHS since Splinter was killed by the Super Shredder.

So the entire is spent trying to hurry and build a working portal to get these kids back home before the Kraang fully destroy their world, and also dealing with the 2012 boys unlocking Ninpo. By suffering immensely the entire time and eventually returning to the 2012 dimension (the Rise kids are going to help to and so will Ghost because duh) and stopping a full scale invasion.

But considering the events of the last couple of chapters, its not gonna be easy. And its only the beginning. (And considering that there will be a SEQUEL fic in Eclipse Across Dimensions...its gonna get so so so much worse. I would actually put Eclipse Across Dimensions as the top most stressful/dangerous time for literally everyone, but considering its a sequel fic to this au and I am nowhere NEAR that far into the story...it stays here for now :3)

Ghost will absolutely adopt these traumatized, orphaned nineteen year olds on sight

And the absolute MOST stressful/dangerous au for the Ghost fam would have to be my newest au (and the one I havent talked that much about, which is why it is the exception to my aforementioned rule) Fractured (Lost) Hamato Clan

Oh boy :)

Aka the au where the 2012 boys gets brain wormed by the Shredder into becoming evil. 2012 Splinter, Casey and April all flee to the Riseverse, the ENTIRE 2012 Footclan FOLLOWING THEM

Which means that on top of the Rise mutants, Rise Footclan, and Barron Draxum the boys will have to deal with

Footbots that learn and ADAPT to every move they make

Extremely dangerous mutant assassins and goons

THE LITERAL 2012 SHREDDER (who not only SURVIVED GETTING FULL ON CHOMPED BY AN 8 FOOT TALL MUTANT ALLIGATOR BUT BEAT THE MUTANT ALLIGATOR. The boys are absolutely fucked)

And evil versions of themselves.

It will be Ghost's literal worst nightmare come true and this happens early in season ONE so they dont even have ninpo to help them, and not even the extra training they had with Ghost will be enough to deal with everything

(When his kids end up fighting The Shredder for the first time, Ghost will swear that he felt his heart stop.)

Its not gonna be a fun time for anyone involved, especially when it comes to confrontations between the 2012 turtles and Rise kids. Because they dont want to hurt them, they literally have an evil parasite in their brains MAKING them do this, making them act this way. (And they're only 17, two years older than Raph, and it breaks Ghost's heart every time he's forced to fight these poor kids.)

However these kids are extremely dangerous.

Because they KNOW the Rise kids, as different ad they are at their cores they're the same person. Which means they know how the Rise kids think, how they behave, what stupid plans they'll come up with.

And how to break them into pieces.

One such example being when 2012 Donnie hacks into the Turtle Tank's system and hijacks it, even going as far as to completely lock the tank down and drain it of OXYGEN to force Donnie, Raph, Mikey and Ghost (Leo was not with them so no portals out) into submission and basically hold them as hostages in their own tank. And thats just ONE example of many, its that bad.

Its gonna be the absolute MOST stressful time of Ghost's life for sure

So in order from least awful to most awful:

Same Story Different Font, Lost But Never Found, When The World Crumbles (and its eventual sequel), and Fractured (Lost) Hamato Clan

Hope you enjoyed anon!

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #tmnt ghost in the shell #this was fun :)

[fandombird123]

Could've, Should've, Didn't

(Hanzo Hasashi x Sonya Blade)

Listen, listen, listen, hear me out on this one.

Even if you ain't a fan of the ship this is some angst I worked hard on. So hear me out on this one. It's also got some CageBlade vibes if you just want to be here for that.

Also I may have tweaked with the lore a little bit, but it's nothing that bad.

And I know I just made a post about them being friends and following it up with a ship post is rather inconsistent, but if you came here for consistency you're in the wrong house. The only thing I'm consistent with is my AU lore and my thirst for Reaper.

Anyways this takes place right after the events of MKX, and I mean like 6 hours afterwards. Like Quan Chi ain't even cold yet kind of right after.

There are a few jumps between events during different time periods, and while I'm sure ya'll are all smart enough to pick up on that there is a little --- that marks the switches between past events and the current event.

Enjoy!

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The grandmaster sat and observed the blonde woman in front of him practically yelling into a phone she was holding. He’d hadn’t bothered listening to the conversation and just looked around the room. It was much messier than he expected out of Sonya, but he wasn’t all that surprised.

Files and papers covered her desk, leaving little room for a computer that looked to be as old as Cassie and the old phone Sonya was currently yelling into. The filing cabinets around the room were just as messy. With boxes and papers piled on top of them as well.

Hearing the phone be slammed back onto the desk, Hanzo turned his attention to Sonya as she redirected her anger from whoever had been on the phone to him.

“You owe me, Hasashi.” She barked sitting at her own desk across from him. “I’m gonna have half the State Department and the National Security Council on my ass for the next six months because of you.”

She called him by his last name and was cussing, Hanzo realized he was definitely in the dog house this time.

Sonya let out a long sigh before leaning back in her chair and looking at the ceiling. “I told them Quan Chi tried to escape and was shot. As far as anyone is concerned you and your ninjas weren’t even in the country.”

“Thank you.” Hanzo finally spoke up.

She didn’t respond to that and the two simply sat in silence for who knows how long. Eventually Sonya let out another sigh before she sat back up in her chair and turned to look at Hanzo.

“Do you ever make a decision and it just blows up in your face so hard you think ‘I’m never doing that again’, but then as you get older you think maybe you’ll give it another shot? But even when you decide to try again there’s still that lingering fear that you’ll just screw it up all over again?” Hanzo simply listened to her talk.

“That’s not very specific, General Blade.” Hanzo remarked.

Sonya simply rolled her eyes at his answer and turned to the computer in front of her. “Forget it.” She muttered.

“What I mean is there are a lot of things you have done in your life that one would qualify as ‘blowing up in your face’, most of which I would not recommend attempting again.” Hanzo explained, that answer still didn’t seem to ease her annoyance.

“Are you saying I make a lot of mistakes, Hasashi?” Hanzo flinched when he heard her call him that again.

“You will just have to be more specific with me.” Hanzo replied. Sonya let out another sigh and turned back to him.

“You remember what happened with Johnny and me?”

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He did, he’d even remembered when she’d told him about the divorce. It had been right after the two had managed to drag Kenshi out of yet another hole he’d dug himself into. Sonya had asked for the Shirai Ryu’s assistance busting into a Red Dragon base to save Kenshi and Hanzo hadn’t hesitated to say yes.

Sonya and him had been waiting in a hospital hallway for news about Kenshi’s condition and Sonya had been on and off her phone the entire time they waited. Eventually Hanzo’s curiosity got the best of him and he just asked what was so important. What he hadn’t noticed was the look on her face as she typed on her phone. She looked like she was on the verge of crying.

Hanzo had never seen her so upset and admittedly he was unsure of what to do. Eventually she turned her attention to him, and while trying to sound professional, just stated it. Her and Johnny were done, but he could still hear the crack in her voice as she said it and the water building up in her eyes. To her credit she didn’t cry that night, at least not in front of him.

He could’ve said something then, he shouldn’t have so he didn’t.

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“General, are you asking me for romantic advice?” Hanzo asked.

A light blush seemed to appear on her face as she seemed to try and look anywhere around except him. “Not… Not exactly.”

“If you wish to date again you should. You and Cage have been separated for a while. I will admit it’s a bit surprising it took you this long to consider it.”

“You haven’t exactly seemed eager to jump back into the dating pool.” Sonya remarked. Before he could respond Sonya seemed to realize what she’d said. “Sorry. I know it’s not the same for you.”

“There was a time I had considered it.” Hanzo admitted, and at that Sonya had seemed taken aback. They’d known each other for 20 years and never once had she thought he ever seemed interested in dating anyone. 

“Did you have someone specific in mind or were you just gonna put yourself out there and see what happens?” Sonya asked, her tone seeming more casual then it had been a few minutes ago.

“There was one woman I had considered. We didn’t really get along well at the start but I started to respect her, even admire her. She could be quite reckless at times, and had a bit of an attitude most of the time.” Hanzo couldn’t help but smile a little as he explained.

He had never talked to anyone about this. Not when he’d started to feel that little familiar spark start in his chest again, not even when he’d desired nothing more than to suffocate it back out, or when it started to make him feel like he was burning from the inside. Not when he’d come to learn that the grief that came with letting someone slip away felt so much different than the grief of losing his family.

It was a different kind of hurt. One that would come and go depending on the day. While it wasn’t constant when it was there it felt suffocating, especially at times where she was sitting right in front of him, or times she would show even the slightest hint of concern if he’d been injured. Times where they’d just sit and talk after she’d asked for his help. They’d talk about anything, things he didn’t think anyone else would understand and things she was too afraid to talk to anyone about. He even knew her greatest fear, which he’d happily take to the grave.

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With the Lin Kuei and Shirai Ryu at peace both Hanzo and Kuai Liang had decided to renegotiate their clans terms for working with the Special Forces. The original agreement had done its best to keep the two groups as separated as possible, but that was no longer needed.

The three groups had all agreed to meet at the Shirai Ryu’s new home to negotiate, and while Hanzo would never openly admit it, he was quite proud of what he had built. All three parties had come to a mutual agreement and the Special Forces were set to leave in the morning.

While she tried her best to hide it Hanzo could tell something had been eating away at Sonya the whole trip. Once all the official business was done and the two had gotten a moment alone he finally asked her. She denied it at first but it was not very hard to get an answer out of her.

Her daughter Cassie had enlisted in the military.

Apparently much to Sonya’s protest as well. Johnny had been openly supportive about the decision even after Sonya had pointed out every reason she was against it, most of those she repeated for Hanzo. Even with all the annoyance and anger in her voice, at her daughter’s decision, at her ex husband, and even at her inability to do anything about it, there was one feeling underneath all of it. A feeling he knew very well as a parent himself, even if for a brief time. Fear.

She was scared, terrifed even, of what would happen to her only child. Of what the future not held for her. Cassie would be going down the same path of her mother, the same path that had gotten her mother held hostage in Outworld, that had put Sonya on the receiving end of Hanzo’s own kuni on more than one occasion, that had put Sonya in the hospital time after time. The same path Sonya had gone down despite her own father’s protests.

An irony Sonya didn’t seem to be aware of about the whole situation, and while Hanzo had been tempted to bring it up he held back. She’d probably take it as him mocking her which wouldn’t be helpful right now. So instead he just let her talk, vent even, adding little to the conversation as she went on.

The only thing he’d been able to add was that Johnny probably felt a similar way as her, but that if Cassie was anything like her mother then fighting her would change nothing. Part of Hanzo wanted to smack himself. He couldn’t believe he was playing devil’s advocate for that man, but it was something she needed to hear.

After that the conversation seemed to follow a more casual direction. Hanzo had started to explain his plan to restore the fire gardens and eventually Sonya was telling him about the Special Forces operations in Outworld. They talked for hours, much longer than he had planned on, but everytime they seemed to finish talking about something another subject came up.

He couldn’t pull himself to say something then, he should’ve, but he didn’t.

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“What happened?” Sonya asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“With the woman? Well… By the time I had felt ready to truly move on she had been taken.” Hanzo answered, almost muttering the last part.

That wasn’t all of it, but he’d never tell her that. It was true she had married Johnny, but then they divorced. He had no excuse after that but his own fear. Fear of rejection, of yet another loss, of the unknown. He couldn’t take any of those and he had no desire to put that on her either. They both lived very dangerous lives, and very separate ones at that. He wouldn’t give up rebuilding the Shirai Ryu and odds are it’d be a cold day in hell before Sonya quit the Special Forces, she wouldn’t even do it to try and save her marriage. He would never ask her to though. That didn’t make any of his feelings fade away and even 15 years later the thought would creep in from time to time and just sit there. The ‘what if’ of it.

But that was all it’d ever be, a ‘what if’.

“I believe we were supposed to be talking about you.” Hanzo finally pointed out, trying to redirect the conversation. “Now will tell me what you really want to say?”

The thought crept back in again as he sat there. If she was truly interested in dating again.

Maybe he could.

Maybe he should.

“Johnny thinks we should give things another shot.” She finally confessed.

There is was, the pain. The cold fire that wrapped around his lungs and the sharp stab that followed in his heart. Still he sat there, seemingly perfectly fine.

“And what do you want?” He asked.

Sonya let out a quiet laugh. He wasn’t sure what she was laughing at, the situation, that she was telling him of all people, or if she was just so tired all she could think to do was laugh.

“I can’t believe this, but I want to take him up on the offer.” She even seemed to smile as she said it.

That was it and he knew it.

He couldn’t, he shouldn’t, so he didn’t.

Hope you enjoyed! Sorry if this one was a bit sad (not really).

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #sonya blade #mk sonya blade #hanzo hasashi #mk hanzo hasashi #scorpion #mk scorpion #hanzo hasashi x sonya blade #fanfic

[sixpossumsinatrenchcoat]

Four More Years

(just wanted to post this lil suntan snippet of a new Omori timeskip fic/college AU i'm working on! it is silly and soft and not even a little bit tragic, bc my heart can only take so much. canon-compliant, post-good end, lookin at ~10k words)

Kel bursts onto the scene in typically noisy fashion. “Sunny! Suuunnnnyyyyy! Do you have headphones on again? C’mon, finish up, I’m starving!”

...He’s lucky he’s cute. If he wasn’t, Kel would be very unpopular with Sunny’s classmates. But even art school kids can’t bring themselves to hate Kel. It would be like hating a big friendly dog just because it stepped on your mixing palette and tracked paint all over the floor. The worst he gets is a few exasperated glances, and most of those bounce off his thick skull.

They buy Kel a couple of tacos to tide him over and then mosey over to Sunny’s apartment. Kel’s big idea of the week is to make a bento and deliver it to Hero at work. Apparently Hero’s been too busy with his residency to cook, and Kel thinks he’d appreciate a home-cooked meal.

“Cool,” Sunny says drily. “Where are you gonna find one?”

“Hey!! I can cook!!”

“Sandwiches.”

“Sandwiches are good!!!”

They’re still about a half mile from home when they get ambushed by the most beautiful armchair Sunny’s ever seen. It’s rich black velvet with a gilded frame and it has paws, thick wooden legs carved into clawed, sturdy cat’s paws. Sunny closes his eyes. “Ohhh…”

“You need it, huh?”

“Kel,” he says pitifully, pawing at Kel’s arm. “Kel, can you please tilt it on its back legs. I’ll never ask for anything again.”

“Easy!!”

The bones of the chair must be solid teak. Kel has to throw his weight into it just to get the front paws off the ground. But when Sunny crouches down to get a look, another little moan creaks out of him. Oh, god. They do. They really do have toe beans.

So of course they have to drag the chair the whole way home, because Sunny is 100% certain that if he takes his eyes off it, it will walk away without him. But again, this chair is ungodly heavy. Kel can barely shift it, so Sunny actually has to help, instead of just pretending. He’s not used to doing manual labor, so they stop and rest maybe every twenty feet.

The armchair is big. It’s designed for one person, but it’s definitely big enough for two, if the two people in question are very comfortable with each other. Which they are. They always have been.

But Kel won’t sit down.

“It’s all you, dude!” he insists. “Don’t stress it! I’m barely even tired!”

Sunny’s forehead furrows. “We can both sit, though?”

“Seems a little crowded, haha!”

“I could just sit on you.”

“Aw, you don’t want that. I just came from the Y. I’m all sweaty.”

“...You could sit on me?”

Kel looks genuinely moved. “Aw, Sunny. Buddy. My best friend in the whole wide world. I would crush you like a bug.”

“I’m not fragile,” Sunny mutters. “You’d have to do a lot more to break me.”

And Kel, for no reason that Sunny can think of, turns beet red.

Stuff like that keeps happening. Kel is acting totally normal, and then suddenly he turns weird. At the party last night, Kel moved to sling an arm around him—like he always has, for the past twenty years—and then visibly stopped himself on at least four separate occasions.

“He won’t even sleep over anymore,” Sunny sulks. “Last night he slept on the couch. But Basil’s bed is big enough for all of us. If he wanted more space, my bed was empty.”

“Ohhhh,” Aubrey says. “Okay, yeah. I got it. —Oh, sorry, was that it? Or did you wanna give me a little more context?”

He turns away from his work for just long enough to glare. “Explain.”

“Yeah, it pretty much sounds like he likes you, dude.”

Sunny frowns. “As a—”

“No, not as a fucking friend. Are you an alien? Obviously I meant he’s, you know. Attracted to you, or whatever. ‘As a man.’ Lmao.” She actually says lmao, pronounced like, luh-mao.

Sunny looks down at himself. “...Are you sure?”

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short, kid. You’ve got that whole dark academia thing going. You know, the piercings, and the… sweaters, and all pale and malnourished and shit.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

#omori fanfic #omorisuntan #omori suntan #omori sunny #omori kel #college AU #timeskip #post-canon #post good end #omori photobomb

[bonny-kookoo]

👽+ kook+ "She's mine"

P.s: I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE BACK!!

I hope you're doing well

(Alien AU)

Part of the drabble Game!

"stop right now!" the officers bark, their dog-like companions eagerly running after you as you try and get away as fast as you can. There's technically no use in running, and you know it- but you still try, at least until your body gives up when the taser gun fires at you, sending you harshly flying onto the dusty ground, horned creatures barking at you, excitedly jumping around. "you're under arrest for-"

"she's mine!" comes another voice- one you've heard before, days ago at the lake where you'd helped a creature back into the waters with the help of one of the alien inhabitants of what's left of earth. And yeah- out of the corner of your eye, you can see him, dark bat-like wings carrying him from high above down to your level, a lot more graceful than yourself seconds prior. "she's mine, I forgot her collar, I'm so sorry!" he apologizes, lies right through his bashful smile, unashamed at his untruthfulness towards the officers who just sigh, before they call their dogs, or whatever those things are, back to their side.

"ah, apologies for the taking then." one of them says, while the young Luvha simply waves it off, helping you at least into a sitting position. "do you need a ride to hospital?" one of them asks, but the young man holding you just shakes his head.

"wewe're just gonna head home, no worries." he answers instead, making the policemen leave - finally.

"ugh.." you mumble, unable to say your thanks- but he just nods and smiles, understanding without your words it seems.

"you'll be okay. Can I bring you to my home this time?" he teases, after your little banter at the lake back when you've told him you'll be just fine on your own.

You've been tending to the creature there together for days now, but every time he tries to get close, you shut him out- scared to trust again after all the things you've been through. This time however, you just nod, letting him take you into his arms, before he takes back off into the skies above. "I'm Jungkook, by the way." he tells you, and you nod, mumbling your name to him- making him smile- because that means, you're finally putting your trust in him.

You're finally letting him in.

And he can't help but feel excited about it.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #alien jungkook #alien!jungkook

[ddejavvu]

MULTIVERSE MONDAY!!!

Could you do a gamer!James Potter with Reader!GF where they share a space and they get annoyed with each other? (Like reader takes up too much space, and James is too loud) but OFC they make up in the end and it’s just pure fluff??

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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"Sweetheart," James spits, the word far too venomous on his tongue for the love it usually carries, "Can you please get your socks off of my chair?"

"Sorry," You grumble, tip-toeing through empty ramen cups and half-drunk soda cans to grab them, "Can you clean up your trash?"

"In a minute." He dismisses you, "I'm busy."

"You're always busy," You bite back against your better judgement, "Did you even go outside yesterday?"

"For what?" His jaw tightens, "To walk the dog?"

You don't have a dog.

"We don't have a dog," You answer, your voice tight, "I don't know, to check the mail? To breathe air that hasn't been in here for days?"

"Oh you'd know all about fresh air," James's headset comes to rest around his neck, microphone turned off, "What with all the time you spend breathing in old dust from those bloody books."

"I am not the problem here, James." You glare at him, "You are!"

"Oh, it's me? It's only me, it's always me!" He throws his hands up in frustration, a loud slap accompanying their return to his sides, "I think sticking your nose in so many fantasy books has made you delusional, Y/N, 'cause you do shit too!"

"What shit, James? There is old pizza on the floor." You seethe, pointing angrily at the offending meal, "That is a week old!"

"I've told you a thousand times not to pile these on the PC," James gestures to a stack of books atop his beloved computer, "Remember?"

"I'm sorry," You scoff, plucking the three books from their place, "Maybe if there wasn't so many old dishes in here, I could find a different place to put them!"

"Fucking-" He stars, rage alight in his eyes, "Fine. Is that what you want me to do? You want me to do the dishes?"

"Of course I want you to do the dishes, James! We're gonna have cockroaches if you don't," You groan, clutching your books to your chest protectively, "It's not that much to ask!"

"Then neither is that you stop leaving these bloody sticky notes everywhere!" He gestures to various post-it bookmarks that have been lost among the general filth of the room, "I swear I pick them off of everything in here!"

You're more than happy to quip back with another biting remark, but he starts for the dishes, their ceramic clattering as he gathers them roughly. You're afraid one will break, but he manages to gather them safely, brushing past you huffily as he leaves with a cold, "S'cuse me."

You use the time that he's hurriedly, sloppily washing his leftover plates off to let a few tears fall, the droplets staining the sticky notes you're plucking off of any available surface. There's one stuck to James's monitor, a love note that you'd written him to glance at between games, and you reach for it before you can register that the water's turned off.

You stalk past James with your pile of discarded sticky notes, his personalized one at the top of the pile. He tries to remain strong, tries to ignore it, but when he hears the scraping of the trash can being opened, he gives up.

"Stop," He rushes towards you, plunging a hand into the bin to snatch the scribbled-on sticky note out from the stack, "Not that one."

"Why?" You bite your lip to stop the tears from coming, waiting for his reply.

"Do you take it back?"

The note reads: I don't know what game you're playing, but I hope you're winning! Love you, Jamie :)

Your eyes linger on the last sentence, the 'i' dotted with a heart. Slowly, you shake your head, "No."

"Then I want it," He clutches it protectively in his hands, "I.. I want you to love me."

"I do," It's not easy admitting it, especially when you can see pizza grease still mucking up the plate he's just washed, but it's true. He breathes easier, stepping forward cautiously, "Can I?"

You nod silently, and he closes the distance between you. You don't like fighting with him, and you're rather lucky that he doesn't like fighting with you either. You don't usually get the silent treatment, or an explosion of anger, and you easily melt into his apologetic embrace.

"I'm sorry for throwing a tantrum over doing dishes." He mumbles sheepishly into the crown of your head. It draws a teary chuckle from you, "Not one of my best moments."

"I'm sorry I keep leaving my stuff everywhere," You reply, twisting your fingers into the white tank top that covers James's torso, "I should respect your space more."

"We both should." He compromises, squeezing you tight then letting you go so that he can look you in the eyes, your own still red-rimmed.

"No tears." He decides, swiping the last one from under your eye, "Do you want me to read to you?"

You nod eagerly, a hopeful smile on your face, "Romance?"

James sighs, "Those are cheesy."

"So is this," You pluck the sticky note from his hands, waving it at him pointedly, "You can't pick and choose, Potter."

"Fine," He grumbles, snatching the sticky note back and slapping it onto his chest, a temporary placeholder for the frame of his monitor, "Only one chapter, though."

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter scenario #james potter oneshot #james potter one-shot #james potter one shot #james potter headcanons #james potter headcanon #james potter hc #james potter hcs #james potter fanfiction #james potter fanfic #james potter fic #james potter blurb #james potter drabble #james potter dialogue #james potter fluff #james potter x reader fanfiction #james potter angst #james potter au #gamer!james #multiverse mondays #ddejavvu's multiverse mondays

[obsidiancreates]

Your Y/N, Snatched

(Little fic about how The Lads "met" in Descendants of the Trio AU)

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"Alright. We've got the shelters, we've finally worked out the last issues with the food farms, we're working on the apartments, we've got the starting bones of our solar farm... I think we've earned a nice walk through the woods." Mark looks at The Captain with a smug, dopey smile. The Captain gives him a thumbs-up, and Mark turns off the screen.

They walk out of the Command Shelter and into the currently-deemed-safe part of the woods surrounding their steadily growing colony. Mark takes a deep breath and sighs happily. "You know something, Captain? It's been a year since we've seen any wormholes."

The Captain nods, sighing contentedly as well.

"Just peaceful building, working out normal colony issues, exploring our new homeworld..." Mark smiles at The Captain. "And I couldn't ask for a better leader through all of it."

The Captain puts their hand up and makes a little "Oh, stop," motion, bashful.

"It's true, Captain. I know I've apologized for the Core over and over, and I know you're tired of it. But... I mean it when I say I couldn't have been more wrong about you. And I mean it when I say you're the best person, the only person, who could have saved us from that situation."

They shuffle their feet, overwhelmed.

"I'm proud to be your friend, Captain. And I'm glad you decided it was worth keeping me around when things calmed down, I mean I would have completely understood if after all that you never wanted to see me again. Hah, I wouldn't have blamed you for opening another wormhole just to-"

A black wormhole opens before them, and an arm with a red suit sleeve reaches through and yanks The Captain inside before Mark can even blink.

He stares, mouth agape, into the wormhole.

Peep

Eep!

Don't leap!

Mark doesn't remember this important lesson, not when all he knows is that one year after the worst ordeal of their lives, one years after it being his fault The Captain got dragged into a wormhole that nearly ruined their lives-

It just happened again.

"CAPTAIN!"

He jumps in just before it closes.

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"Alright, do we need to go over the plan again? PFF, of course not, it's the easiest plan ever!" Mark grins at his partner, adjusting his heisting vest. "Okay, this time if there's a guard dog, I'll be doing the petting as distraction, okay? I'm sick of you petting all the dog and never telling me!"

His partner holds up their hands in begrudging agreement, and he smiles again.

"Good, great. Okay, now, I'll go this way, and you go-"

He cuts himself off, mouth open and eyes scrunching in confusion s he points behind his partner. They turn around to see a swirling black wormhole behind them.

"Well that's... new. Maybe we should get awAHHHHH!"

Mark stumbles back as a hand shoots out of the wormhole and snatches his partner into it!

"HEY! WH- YOU CAN'T HEIST A HEIST-EE! GIVE THEM BACK!"

He dives head-first into the wormhole, a slice of his boot shaved off as it closes just after he makes it through.

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"Nah nah nah, youse gotta put more oomph into it!" Yancy takes the newbie's hand and jerks it forward. "See? Put your whole body into the shiv motion, and you get a real good stab!"

They nod thankfully, and try it again. Yancy claps.

"Hey, not bad! How's about we go try it on a guard, huh?"

They nod enthusiastically.

"Oh, let me show youse how t' turn on your heel, it'll come up a lot in our numbers! Okay, plant your foot like this, and then youse gonna twist-"

They copy him, stumble a little bit as they fail the landing-

And stumble right into a wormhole.

Yancy blinks. And scowls.

"Youse thinkin' you can take my prison family?! Huh?!"

He tries to shiv the wormhole.

And falls right in.

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"Alright, tiger." Illinois looks at his assistant and winks. "Hand over that idol and we'll be on our way to the next adventure."

His assistant hesitates a moment, looking into the idol's central gemstone. Illinois tsks, and snatches it out of their hands. "Now, come on. I've told you not to look into these."

He places it on the podium and steps back, hands on his hips. "Just you wait, tiger, soon enough we'll be- ah, there it is." He smiles smugly at the wormhole that opens up. "Wonder which heaven we'll be visiting this time."

He looks at his assistant. "Tell you what. You go first. You earned it, even if it does deprive you of a... desirable view, hah."

His assistant walks up to the wormhole, and pokes their head into it. They stiffen up and try to pull themselves out, but a red-sleeved arm reaches out, grabs them waist of their pants, and yanks them all the way in.

Illinois looks at the wormhole for a moment, hands on hips. And then gives a confident scoff.

"A rescue, huh? Now that'll be a change of pace."

He saunters in without a care or sense of urgency, just barely making it through before the wormhole snaps shut.

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Mark gazes as his beloved intently as they finish their food. "And look, this time-" he pulls out his wallet. "-I triple checked, just to make sure our date goes smoothly." He giggles and wiggles his shoulders, making a slight kissy face. His beautiful and/or handsome date blushes, and he hands his whole wallet to the waiter without looking.

"I've got so. much. planned for this date." He offers his hand to his date and they accept it, making him grin even wider at the intimate touch. "No play this time, just in case. No shooting anyone, either! This time, it's all calm, and perfect-"

He opens the door to find the entire outside world replaced with a swirling black wormhole.

"AH!" He jerks back, pushing his date back as well. "Whoa, okay, I did not plan for this, um-"

A hand reaches out and grabs his date, yanking them into the wormhole!

"NOT AGAIN! UH, DON'T WORRY! I'M COMING TO HELP YOU! WE'LL HAVE ONE GOOD DATE, I SWEAR!"

He jumps in.

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Of all the sensations that this group of men have felt over their varied and diverse lifetimes... the feeling of finding themselves in a small room and a bunch of other strangers is one of the most uncomfortable.

Yancy gets up first, holding out his shiv as a warning. "Youse kidnapping fuckers better stay-! Oh, you."

"M-me?" Mark puts a hand to his chest. "What about me?"

"Youse came in with my good pal their first day." Yancy quints accusingly.

"Um, I have never been caught- been to jail, once in my life."

"Course youse did, you-" Yancy looks at his arm, and frowns. "Ooooh... that's new."

"What are you-"

"Ahem." Mark stands up, brushing off his suit. "I don't mean to ignore the uh, insane! Situation, we've found ourselves in. But maybe introductions are in order? And how we all got here? I'll even get the ball rolling, just to.. get the ball rolling. I'm Mark, and I'm here looking for my date, who got taken away into a wormhole."

"Um, you can't be Mark." Mark points at himself. "I'm Mark."

"Okay, so we have the same na-"

"I am Mark." Mark straightens his beret. "We can't all be Mark, I have had more than enough of that for my life!"

"Whoa, settle down, flight school." Mark scoffs at Mark.

"Flight school- I'm a spaceship engineer!"

"I'm a master criminal, which is way cooler. I was just in the middle of an incredible new heist when my partner got stolen from me!"

"Well I was on a walk with my Captain when they got stolen from me!"

"By a... swirling black wormhole? Illnois, by the way."

"Yes, by a wormhole. We were done, with wormholes, I don't know how-" Mark stiffens, and glares at the others. "Did one of you assholes mess with a wormhole?"

"I was in prison teachin' my pal how to stab guards."

"I was just on a date! I just want to take them on one good date!"

"I just said I was doing a heist."

"Well, I wouldn't say we were messing with wormholes, just... returning ancient artifacts to their resting places. Which sometimes takes us to other planes of existence, but... part of the job."

Mark scowls. "Well someone opened those wormholes! And-and now we're... all... missing? Our friends? ... Mark-"

"Yes?" "What?"

"Oh, that's no good." Yancy tucks his shiv into his pants. "How's about... you're Space, you can be uh... Heist... and youse was on a date, right? You're Date, now."

"Why can't one of us be Mark?"

"Don't want you fightin' over the claim to the name."

"Whatever," Space says, jerking his arms in front of him like he's clearing something off a whiteboard. "Just! This must have a connection, right? We all had someone stolen from us but a wormhole, and all ended up here. Let's find the thread! What's your person like?"

"Handsome and/or beautiful like you wouldn't believe," Date sighs, placing a hand over his heart. "Amazing to talk to, they don't really say words so much but they still make such amazing conversation. Somehow."

Yancy nods, rubbing his chin. "Yeah, yeah, mine too. And a real appreciation for th' arts! My musical number swayed 'em to stay in prison with me!"

"Oh, mine loves the arts too! We went to two plays for our first date, hah, it was amazing. ... Until they got kidnapped. By a... supernatural force. God, this is becoming a pattern..."

"I don't know if my assistant is quite as out-of-this-world gorgeous as me," Illinois says with a shrug and a cocky laugh. "But ah... not bad on the eyes, not bad at all. And a lot of conviction. Bravery, even. They don't back down when things get... spooky."

Horror and realization slowly overtake Space's expression. "Sometimes even to the point of it being madness, or stupidity, or blind hope?!"

"Just keep going," Heist huffs. "A little too adaptable, honestly? Like, I know I have a policy of not going back for a rescue if things go sideways, but the fact that they reciprocate it sometimes-"

"Hey, youse is dead every time they abandon you!" Yancy smacks his arm, shoving it under Heist's nose. "Look at that!"

"What are you- what the fuck-"

"Everyone shut up!" Space shouts. Everyone freezes and look at him. "Okay, well, here's what I think. I think all of our friends are variations of the same person, okay?"

"Pfff, that's crazy." Heist makes a 'get a load of this guy' face to the other three. Illinois nods in agreement, but Yancy and Date seem to mull over Space's words.

"You know..." Yancy looks at both of his arms. "I do know that kinda thing is possible... lotsa different paths to take, lotsa version of stuff happenin'..."

"And I'm not against the idea of more of them in existence..." Date says slowly.

"Good! You believe me, yes! Okay, first things first, let's get out of this-"

The door doesn't budge.

"... Get out of this-" He slams his body into it as hard as he can. It creaks... like it's laughing.

Space's eyes go wide. "No, no, no no no not again, not this again no please, please-!"

"I gots this." Yancy spits into his hands, slicks his hair back a little more, spit into them again, and tries to knob. Nothing. He jams the shiv between the door and the wall, and they all hear a lock click.

But it still won't budge.

It creak-laughs again.

Space stumbles back, beginning to hyperventilate.

"I've got this." Heist pulls a spoon out of his beanie. "I'm a champion hole digger, j-u-ust watch and lea-"

The spoon breaks as soon as it lightly touches the ground. Heist's face falls. "Oh. Uhh..."

"I also happen to be an experienced hole digger." Date smiles, pursing his lips and wiggling proudly as he pulls out his own spoon. "Now you watch and learn!"

He starts scraping as the ground. Slowly. Really, really slowly.

"You uh... okay over there, buddy?" Illinois looks over at Space in the corner. "Kind of look like you're having a... breakdown, of some kind."

Space is too busy banging on the walls to try and find weak spots to reply.

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Actor sits back, watching the group in the room. "Quite the gaggle of friends you've gathered, Y/N."

He looks over at the former Distract Attorney, smiling as they bang their fists against the mirror.

"Oh, you want a better look?" The room warps, twisting around them, Actor standing still in the middle of it all. The old TV now faces the shattered mirror, Actor standing beside it.

"I didn't intend any of them to come with you, you understand." Actor pats the TV. "I just needed to collect enough pieces of you to get a co-star! Not my fault they followed. Not the brightest of the bunch... but entertaining, aren't they?"

The DA sobs behind the glass, silent as ever, each shard showing a piece of different version of them. An arm with a futuristic wristpad and gloves, a head donning a black beanie, a torso split between date attire and an adventure's shirt, white-and-black stripes pants...

"They'll be just fine, I promise. I mean, I have my castlist, I have my stories, no need to change it for some..."

A glint catches his eye. He tilts his head, looking at the corner of the mirror he can see the TV's reflection in. Y/N looks down at it too, and tries to cover it up.

Actor steps closer, waving his cane. Inside of the mirror, a shadow pushes Y/N aside.

"... nobodies," Actor whispers.

He looks back at the TV, and then at the reflection of it.

Oh, the reflection of it...

So... very... interesting.

Swirling pink chaos, familiar but not quite exact... three with traces of his own power around them, just seeping off... and that last one, panicking and smacking against the walls...

The red and blue...

"Who knew?" Actor chuckles. "Looks like I'm not the only one who left a few bastards running around out there. And you managed to find and befriend every one of them..."

Actor stands suddenly, making Y/N jolt. He leans on his cane, looking at the TV.

"Maybe I'll keep them a little while longer. See if this little audition goes well after all. And just maybe... I can find a place for your little friends."

He looks back at Y/N, grinning.

"Everyone loves a good legacy role."

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Indiscreet – 00. Prologue Pairing: Writer/Producer!Javi Gutierrez x you (Hollywood AU) SERIES MASTERLIST

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Series summary: Fresh off the success of his project with Nic Cage, Javi dived fully into his true passion, screenwriting. A few more hits later, his best friend is making his directorial debut with his script. Trouble comes in the form of you, a beautiful young new actress brought on to the project… and there’s an impending threat of quarantine, too.

Chapter summary: The director, Óscar Morales, invites you to dinner.  Chapter warning: Nothing spicy yet, but there’s only one bed and an age gap. For those fasting or sober, there are mentions of food and alcohol here. Words: 2,8k

Playlist: Fireplace burning through the night

Author’s note: Thank you so much to everyone who liked, reblogged, and asked to be tagged! I’m excited to finally share this baby that I’d been dreaming up for almost a year now. I'm dropping you smack dab in the middle of the timeline, but you'll get to see how they initially met on the next chapter in a few days. Special thanks to @dontshouthisnamelikehesathing @just-here-for-the-moment​ @beaucannon​ for being my first readers. Enjoy and happy TUWOMT release weekend!

Edit 14/10 - Disclaimer: I feel the need to address this concern. Óscar (Morales) isn't an RPF of Oscar Isaac. While I borrowed Isaac's first name because I couldn’t think of anything else that fit, Morales is not inspired by and does not bear any resemblance to Isaac. I initially had Isaac's look in Dune in mind when I started writing him, but in some scenes I also envisioned Edgar Ramirez. But if you imagine their looks differently than I do, go ahead and keep it that way! Cast anyone you want.

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FEBRUARY

“CUT!”

You stand there exasperated across your co-star who looks like he’s had enough. That was the fourteenth take. For some reason, today you just couldn’t get anything right. Lacing your shaky fingers together on your front, you wait for the crew to set up the scene - again - but the same voice announces, “Take five, everyone!”

You let out a sigh you didn’t notice you were holding and you see the director walking towards you and motioning you to another room. Here goes, you think. He’s gonna rewrite my role and I’ll barely have any lines and he’s gonna think I’m not serious enough about this and oh my god he’s gonna regret this—

“What’s up with you today? Did something happen?” Óscar Morales, the director who's personally responsible for you being here, runs his hand over his thick and graying beard.

Something happened, all right, but nothing you should know.

“Uh, no. I just couldn’t get into her headspace today, you know, it’s been really overwhelming, this is all still new for me, and you know I have trouble remembering lines sometimes, and–”

“I thought you said you’ve been practicing with Javi?”

Fuck. “Yeah. Yeah. It’s just… I don’t know. It’s just a weird day today. I don’t even have excuses. Sorry.”

“Seriously, are you okay? Do you need a break?” He asks softly.

“I’m good. Really. Just… give me 5 more minutes?”

“Okay. Sure thing. But get it right this time. We’re gonna lose the light soon. You got this, kid.” Óscar squeezes your arm and leaves you alone with your thoughts. Get it together. Do not disappoint him.

You decide to walk around the massive library to calm your jitters. Books adorn all four walls surrounding you. Curious, you pick up a leatherbound and open it to a random page. Blank. Ha! Should’ve known. You’ve heard about people buying blank books in leather spines by the foot just to decorate their “home library”. What a scam. Why bother! Everyone should have a personalized collection. Filled with books that mean something to them. Hardcovers and paperbacks stacked on top of each other without rhyme or reason. No alphabetization or color coding. Dog ears and doodles and an old bar receipt in place of a bookmark between pages… No, don’t think about him right now. Focus. 

Focus. FOCUS. What’s that line you keep forgetting? A wistful Spanish quote, then a goodbye. Fuck, you’re not even sure what it means. There goes your two on and off years of Duolingo. Javi was supposed to teach you how to say it correctly, tone and all.

“Hey, you ready?” A PA interrupts your running thoughts with a loud opening of the door.

“Yeah, sure. Oh, could you tell Óscar I’m going to the bathroom and I’ll be there in like, two minutes? Th–” The PA doesn't even let you finish your gratitude before slamming the door carelessly. Get it together. Get this one take right. Get this right and you’ll be back in your plush hotel suite, having a nice long bath with a bottle of wine, before…

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TWO NIGHTS AGO

““I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso,”” Javi’s warm, smooth voice reads the text from his phone. It's cliché. But you sound so adorable following his intonations that he could look past it. That part isn't going to be in your scene, but he's a hardliner for tone and insists that you fully understand the entire poem to deliver the dialogue.

“I like it better when you say it,” you giggle. Spread on his sofa and three glasses in (or four?), you can feel the words coming out before you fully think it through. “Not my favorite part, though.”

“You have a favorite part? Esto es muy triste,” he says, tilting his head up to you from the floor he’s sitting on, one arm now dangerously close to your leg.

“Nope… es muy romántico, Javi.”

“Ugh, you’re such a sad person,” he says in fake mocking.

“Excuse me!” you lift your head laughing.

“You know what I mean! Everything you like is so sad. Cheer up.” Javi laughs.

“Seriously, it’s romantic. He still loves her, even way after… well.”

“How does this fit into the scene anyway? And why wasn’t I consulted?” He'd come home to revisions in his emails and was about to tell Óscar to axe it all, until he read that it was your suggestion in the fine print.

“Because Óscar loves me and trusts me,” you say with a sweet smile. “And I’m gonna add my favorite line after the goodbye to my ‘boyfriend’ with your great big speech...”

“Which is?”

“”Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”” You stand up and walk towards his kitchen for your fourth (fifth?) refill.

“Oh, that’s cheesy. Cheer up,” Javi says, laughing at your consistency and cliché. He has never let anyone tweak his script in any of his previous works, no matter how big their star power is. But, whatever makes you happy.

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“See? That wasn’t hard.” Óscar says good-naturedly with a big grin. “I knew you’d nail it. That’s a wrap for today, everyone! See you all tomorrow!”

You're about to dash for your dressing room to finally change into your own clothes and go home when Óscar reaches for your elbow.

“Hey, why don’t you have dinner with us tonight?”

“I don’t know, Óscar. I’m a little tired…”

“Come on, it’s still early. We’re just gonna be at home. Give me half an hour and then we’ll go, alright?”

And how could you say no? You wouldn’t even be here if not for Óscar taking matters into his own hands when you needed someone, anyone, to pull you out of your mundane life. And you wouldn’t have even met him if not for Óscar either. Caving in, you start to do the math in your head. Maybe I’d still make it if I only stayed for an hour.

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Óscar notices you’re looking out the window into the vast views of rolling hills throughout the entire drive, far lost in your thoughts that he doesn’t bother to make small talk. He finally speaks up when you follow him to the front door.

“Sorry to make you do this. But we know you’re alone and probably sick of room service, so... Ava insists. I’ll drive you back after, of course. Or you could stay the night if you’re too tired later.”

“I really don’t want to burden you, Óscar.” And I wouldn’t be alone.

“I promised to take care of you. It’s really nothing.”

Óscar’s place, his rented residence for the time being, is a cottage half an hour away from the city surrounded by tall trees and seemingly endless fields of green - well, white now. When you first came here weeks ago, Ava said it’s good for the kids; they could be outside all day and Óscar wouldn’t have to worry about privacy. Javi said Óscar’s not even famous enough to worry about that - which earned him a wet willy into his ear. You thought you could see yourself living in it if you’re ever sick of the busy city life. You fell in love at first sight with the indoor-outdoor dining area with vines overhead. It reminded you of home.

“We’re here!” Óscar announces as you both take off your coat and shoes by the door when you notice a pair of men’s sneakers too large to be Óscar’s. You’ve seen the same pair on the floor of your room last week. Your breath catches in your throat.

“We’re in the living room!” answers Ava.

Following her voice, you find a familiar sight: Lightning McQueen on TV, toys scattered around the carpeted floors, and Óscar’s eldest child passed out on his favorite tío’s lap. It’s so cute. Then, as if on cue, Javi looks up at you and gives you his signature smirk before he catches himself and averts his attention to Óscar.

“He wouldn’t go to his room until you’re home.” Ava says to Óscar.

“Is that right?” he says to his sleeping son before picking him up from Javi’s lap. “Come on, buddy. Let’s get you into bed.”

“Hey honey, how are you?” Ava gets up to kiss your cheeks in greeting.

“I'm good. Thanks so much for having me. I know it’s last minute…”

“Don’t worry! Javi brought us pasta and it’s too much for just us three,” she laughs. “I’m gonna tuck him in. Go ahead and dig in. You must be so hungry.”

Javi gets up and leads you into the kitchen. It's now too cold for the outdoor dining table so the island would have to do. You look at the unopened paper bags – Padella.

“I got you your favorite,” you hear Javi’s familiar, velvety voice.

“I was going to te–” you start.

“I tried ca–” he says at the same time. “Yeah, I was going to let you know I’d have to be here.”

“What for?”

“Script revisions. Might be too late for it now, though.”

“Yeah... that’s kind of my fault.” You give him a sheepish grin.

“Something happened?”

“No, I… Well, I forgot my lines... a lot. But it’s okay now... I hope.”

“You’ll be fine. We could fix it in post.”

You clear your throat, changing the subject. “So, now that we’re both here… Was this your plan? Takeout pasta for dinner?”

Javi meets your eyes and chuckles as he starts to plate the food. “More like satisfying my girl’s cravings, one way or another…” he says with a wink. My girl. You bite your lip at that, the endearment making you blush. “No, actually, I’d already booked out Daphne’s when Óscar called. He said you were coming here too, so… this is the best I could do. I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

You feel mushy that he remembers your blurb about loving that place and dying for pasta on set a few days ago. He’d refused to let you know where you’d be going, only that he’d pick you up at your hotel. But buying the place out for a whole night, for a date? That’s another level.

“I don’t mind this,” you tell him, gesturing to the containers. The takeaway is your go-to whenever you need a delicious, no-dress-code-required pasta fix in town. He had looked at you in bewilderment when you told him you used to line up for at least an hour just for it. How he managed to get all of these in a short time, you could guess.

He’s busy twisting the noodles to perfection, so you continue. “Well, I was planning on pampering myself and then putting on this lacy thing and slip dress I just bought, and asking you if we could just stay in,” you tease with a wicked glint in your eyes. At that, he stops his motions and his eyes immediately drop to your torso, even though nothing is showing through your sweater.

“Yeah, you do that. Tomorrow night.”

“You’re not taking me to Daphne’s anymore?”

“I mean… if that’s still what you want? We’ll need to fuel up anyway,” he says before rounding the corner and standing next to you to put a hand on your hip and caress it. “And if that’s really what you’re gonna wear, I want it off on the ride back home,” he whispers in your ear. His hand moves to your lower back and up your spine under your sweater. You close your eyes and hope you don’t whine. “I won’t let you leave my bed, so we’re gonna have to come up w–” 

“It’s my house so dibs on the ragù!” Óscar’s voice approaching from the living room startles you both, making Javi jump away from you. You cough and pretend to reach for the water pitcher, hoping you don’t appear too flushed.

“There’s only one and it’s for her.”

“Dammit. Fine.”

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Both you and Javi are going to win an Oscar (ha) one day for the stellar performance you put on tonight. Neither Óscar nor Ava suspect anything throughout dinner. Not when Javi stares at you a little too long. Not when he attentively refills your wine glass and switches to water without asking for your okay - like he already knows you. You laugh at stories he tells them as if you haven’t heard them before while he was massaging your tired feet on your bed weeks ago. He listens to you intently and asks you questions about your life as if you didn’t tell him the exact same things over cocktails in the past month. As far as your two hosts are concerned, neither of you knows what the other is doing in your daily life outside of the set. 

Time flies and suddenly it’s already close to midnight. “I have a morning start tomorrow, mind if you just stay here, we’ll work on the script first thing?” Óscar asks Javi.

“Sure, yeah. You don’t mind, Ava?”

“Of course not,” Ava replies immediately, as if that’s even something to consider. Then she turns to you. “Why don’t you stay too? You’re going to set tomorrow anyway, right?”

The invitation sounds sincere, and it is, but you know it’s because she doesn’t want her husband to drive you to the city and back this late. It’s been a long and tiring day. “No, but… sure. If you don’t mind too, of course.” 

“If you don’t mind sleeping on the sofa bed. And if Javi doesn’t mind sleeping on the floor,” Óscar says.

“Damn. Can’t I just cuddle between you two?” Javi asks Óscar in mock disappointment.

“You’re a dumbass.”

“No, you.”

You look at them back and forth in fascination. Their banter is always entertaining - be it in private, on set, on interviews (and yes, you’ve seen them all). It’s the real playful Javi and Óscar that you know, not the calm and collected mask you sometimes see them put on for other people.

“At least my back still survives going up the stairs,” Óscar says before sleepily getting up from the stool. 

“I’ll do the dishes.” You quickly say before Óscar and Ava could even reach for their empty ones.

“By the way, turn the fireplace up high, you don’t wanna wake up freezing your dick off,” Óscar says to Javi who rises up to his feet to help you.

“Why don’t I set everything up then I’ll help you dry these?” Javi says to you as you start to roll up your sleeves.

“No, go ahead, I’ll be done in no time.” He nods and you get to work, missing the brief look on Ava’s face as she looks between the two of you before you all say your goodnights.

✧

You find Javi back in the living room, still setting up the massive sofa bed in front of the roaring fireplace. It basks the surrounding in a warm glow, making the scene unintentionally romantic. You look down to a pathetic stack of pillows on the floor, not even on the reading nook by the window.

“We could just share, you know. It’s big enough.”

“I don’t know,” he says. “Not here. I don’t know if I could… if I could keep my hands to myself. After what you said.”

“Me? What about what you said?” You take a sip of your drink, a glass of hot tea with lemon slices you just made as you settle into the corner of the makeshift bed. “Come on. I can’t let you fuck up your back. And not when you have an early start tomorrow. Just put a pillow between us.”

Javi contemplates for a moment before giving in. He picks up his pillows off the floor and slips under the blankets next to you.

“I wish we were back at yours.”

“Uh huh.“

You put your glass on the coffee table and crawl closer to him, your nose touching his, fingers tugging on the hem of his shirt. “So I could sleep on you.”

Javi wraps an arm around your waist and squeezes, as he lets out a sigh. “Behave, baby. Please.”

“If you say so,” you say playfully. You move back to your side of the bed and take your jeans off. Your sweater follows to reveal a thin tank top underneath. You look at his stunned face and make a show of covering yourself up with the blanket to your neck. You turn so that your back is facing him and you look over your shoulder to say, “Goodnight.” 

What you don’t know is that it takes Javi ten minutes to readjust his composure (and himself) while looking at your sleeping form. That it takes every bit of his willpower to not throw the pillows separating you from him to the floor to drape his body over yours, bury his face in your neck, slip his hand under your top and your panties... Eventually he closes his eyes and reminds himself that Óscar would happily replace the fireplace logs with him if you get caught. He wishes the two of you were back at his house, too.

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