#ignore how they're different shades of green okay

[maaarshieee]

Okay so: How about giving Wanderer, Pantalone, Dottore and Alhaitham flowers 👀

Pick some flowers for them. What's their reaction? Put them in their hair too. Make them a flower crown!

⎯⎯ ୨ Flowers For You! (HCs) ୧ ⎯⎯

ੈ♡˳ Alhaitham, Dottore, Pantalone & Wanderer x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist *ೃ༄

author's note ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

THEY'RE INFESTING MY MIND RN,, THEY'RE ALL SKRUNKLIES,, ty for the request this is ... so soft... omg,,, FINALLY NEW BANNER FOR WANDERER BC OF THAT BDAY ART HEHEHE,, ok i might've had brain rotted too hard on pantalone esp bc the song "call out my name" came up from my playlist while writing him..... have a good day/night!! <33 oh! noticed were mutuals,, got an emoji for ur mutual tag ?? hehe,,

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: canon typical violence, longer than i anticipated, injuries, made up flowers on wanderer's part

"What are you doing?"

"Decorating!" Was your only reply.

Inside the library that Alhaitham often resides in, with piles of books on his table, legs crossed as he read peacefully, you stood behind him, hands raking through his silky hair.

A while ago, you entered the library with a bright smile on your face, a bunch of flowers gathered in your arms. Alhaitham was pleased with your sudden visit, even if his outward appearance was of annoyance, choosing to 'ignore' your existence instead.

Huffing humorously at his attitude, you greeted him cheerfully, giving him a quick peck on the cheek (where he subtly leaned his body to the side to chase your lips for a longer kiss) before placing down the flowers you'd freshly picked from the forest during your forest ranger patrols.

You often brought him flowers after finishing your patrols, always dropping them wherever he was so he'd usually be walking home with a bouquet in his hands. He didn't particularly mind, in fact, he absolutely cherished them, especially when you always put so much thought and effort into them.

Each day you bring a new bouquet, they'd be bundled in different shades of green crepe paper, ribbons, and various designs you could think of, and you do it all by yourself. Even so far refusing opinions from others, pouring all your creativity and adoration for him into each bouquet. You even pick a diverse variation of flowers that would mix and match, then you would list off the meanings of each flower, its anatomy and the role plays in the ecosystem, basically info dumping him.

And each time, Alhaitham would close his book, leaving a bookmark on the page he was reading, and turn his head to you, listening to every word you say and even engaging in a deep conversation with you about biology. In each conversation, each discussion, he learns something new about plants, and he's able to bask in your loving presence, watching your hands fluidly move with your words, noticing the way the corners of your eyes crinkle from the big grin on your face. It's always the tiniest details that warm Alhaitham's heart.

But today was a little different, he supposes. As soon as you got close to where he sat, he took note that you hadn't brought him a bouquet this time, which earned you a raised brow from him. All you responded with was a small mischievous smirk on your lips as you put down the flowers you had gathered that day onto a chair next to him and got behind his back.

Alhaitham hadn't expected you to visit him that day since he had told you he'd be pretty busy, that's why he had a lot more books on his table than usual. And yet here you are, with a plan brewing inside your pretty little head that Alhaitham would just have to let himself fall victim to. It was distracting, sure, but it's you.

So he didn't tell you off and instead allowed you to bury your fingers into his hair, tenderly massaging his scalp and running your hands through his fluffy hair, softly humming a tune near his ear. Soon, you began to put flowers into his hair, playing with his hair and silently giggling behind him.

All the while Alhaitham immersed himself in the books he read, not minding your pestering one bit. As long as you didn't completely distract him from reading, he would let this (and many others things) slide.

From there, you compared Alhaitham to a cat, holding back a snort at the comparison. Whenever you pulled your hands away from his head, he would chase your touch subconsciously, yearning for more. When you still your hands in his hair, he would turn his head to look at you questioningly, an unimpressed glint in his eyes.

And while Alhaitham hasn't spoken a single word after the question he had asked a few moments ago, you could tell that he was enjoying this more than he could let on. His tense muscles had relaxed, leaning back on his chair and, from time to time, you'd catch his eyes flutter close before he'd blink to pull himself out of his sleepiness, he even had a small tugging at the corners of his lips.

He didn't make a move to take out the flowers you had put into his hair once he got up from his seat, returning the books from their respective shelves. Internally chuckling at the image of the blank-faced scribe walking around with flowers littered in his hair, you decided to play nice and reached up to his hair to remove them.

Only for your hands to be swatted away by Alhaitham and receive a halfhearted glare from your dearest lover.

It was quite endearing that Alhaitham did not give a care to anyone who saw him with a head full of flowers, and hair a little messy from all your playing and rubbing, but he ignored their stares, his eyes only focused on you as you walked side by side back to your shared home.

"Hey, Dottie," Hearing your voice from the doorway of his personal office, Dottore paid you no mind and continued to write on his whiteboard with a few other segments behind him. A few segments gave you a brief glance, before returning to the tasks they were assigned with. "Hey Dot, Dottie, Dotdot," You continued annoyingly, listing away all the nicknames you could think of at the top of your head, getting more absurd when you're slowly running out of ideas.

With a sigh, finally popped back the cap of his marker and turned to look at you, only to see you holding a bunch of baskets in your hands and... 2 of his segments holding similar baskets but with flower crowns on their heads. Truly, what a sight to see. You hailed all the way from a couple nations you had to stop by for your mission only to come back and immediately cause some shenanigans inside his laboratory.

Dottore couldn't help the sigh that escaped his lips once again as he started walking toward you, eyeing the flower baskets the 3 of you held that were filled to the brim with various flora he was quite familiar with. Letting you put down the baskets on a table, he turned his head to the 2 segments trailing behind your back with a scowl on his face. "You may leave," He orders, before adding. "And take those off."

To his surprise, they hesitated to follow his order, hands froze in midair as if they were contemplating whether to obey or not. Now that greatly irked the Doctor, seeing that 2 of his creations had the gall to not obey right away in front of him, only to be calmed down by you by putting a hand on his shoulder. "Oh c'mon, leave them be. They're just flower crowns, let them have it." You reasoned, gesturing to the 2 segments to move along while Dottore had his attention on you.

With a smirk taking over your features, your hands settled on your hips when you jerked your head in the direction of the baskets you had brought proudly. "Besides, I got you a lot more." Dottore narrowed his eyes at you, dismissing the other segments present inside his office more, taking a few steps closer to you, arms crossed. "What exactly are these?"

You passed a basket to him and he took it, observing the contents of it before widening his eyes slightly, hands now caressing the leaves and petals of the flora you've brought to him. "My recent mission had me running around Teyvat for a bit, so I grabbed everything I could." You explained, eyeing one corner of his office. It had pictures of flora he needed for his experiments, a definitive list of everything he wanted that are plant-based to set a project onward and help with his research. "Be it mythical, illegal, rarest of the rare, or the most expensive, nothing escaped me."

A big, maniacal grin soon blossomed on his face as he further examined the multiple baskets, small giggles emitting from him here and there. Satisfied at his reaction, you proudly crossed your arms and your smirk grew. "My my, whatever is the reason you've become so generous?"

With a mere shrug, you walked behind him, laying your chin on his shoulder as you watched him eagerly sort through the flora you'd given him. "Just wanted to further our research, is all," At that, his movements paused and his grin faltered, head turning to look at you. You blinked at him, before realizing what you'd just said.

"Well, also because I wanted to spoil my dearest partner." You tried to save yourself, though it was the actual truth. Dottore seemed to think your words over, before menacingly smiling at you. "Oh, so they get one of those and not me?" Was he serious? You stared at him incredulously. Well, you guess you couldn't blame him. You mistakenly had told him the gift you had prepared for him was simply for your experiments, not for him.

But you couldn't help it. You let out a small, breathless chuckle before digging your hands inside one of the baskets that held flora that isn't much required for your experiments and began to work for your hands. Dottore watched you while you twisted the stems of each flora, organizing the petals and making them look as pretty as you could, tying them up neatly.

Dottore had pursed his lips as he observed, his expression growing sour when he peeked outside of his office to see a majority of the segments outside had flower crowns on their heads. They all seemed to be containing the joy they had upon receiving a flower crown, while the unlucky ones that doesn't have any were sulking and glaring at the luckier segments.

It seemed to upset Dottore, even more, to see he's one of the unlucky ones, unintentionally beginning to sulk like the rest of them. You had to hold back your laughter when you saw a big frown on his face, eyeing angrily at his segments but you opted to explain yourself to avoid his wrath.

"I thought you'd be satisfied enough with all the stuff I got you, so I didn't make you a flower crown." You said, earning Dottore's attention once more as you kept adding the prettiest flowers you could get your hands on, "I'd imagine you wouldn't want others to see you with such things on you so..." Finalizing the flower crown you made just for him, you turned to face him once more, a sheepish smile on your lips.

"But I suppose I was wrong, making my lover feel jealous." Dottore scowled at your words, opening his mouth to deny it but you just shot him an amused look, presenting him with the flower crown. Compared to the ones you've made for the segments, you put a lot of thought into the flower crown you made for him. It wasn't as messy, considering that you were frequently on the run during your mission whilst you made them.

"I'm sorry my love... Is this enough to earn your forgiveness?" Gently placing the flower crown on his head, pulling back a strand of his hair behind his ear. You then gave him your best puppy eyes on him, knowing full well that it wouldn't work on him. Despite this face, you still liked doing it, putting your hands on his chest.

Dottore didn't speak, only cupping your cheek with his gloved hand. He didn't like the fact that he has a flower crown on his head, but he suppose that he could tolerate it just for you since you made it for him after all. Since it was an act of seeking forgiveness.

How thoughtful of his lover. To bring him so many important materials for his research and make him a flower crown. And you easily got the message that he had forgiven you when he pressed a small, fleeting kiss on your forehead.

The Regrator has it all. He is rich, very rich, so of course, he does. So you can't help but feel a tad insecure whenever you think about giving him something.

You? A mere adventurer who does commissions for a living and even often helps the people around you for free?

How do flowers you've picked while you were doing commissions in a different region compete with the literal huge gardens Pantalone has at the mansions he has all over Teyvat? Every time he brings you to one of his 'vacation homes', you always find yourself lost in the beautiful paradise of flora that he owns.

It's the thought that counts, you argue with yourself. While it's true, it doesn't stop you from hesitating whether to even give the bouquet you've prepared for your dearest lover. Maybe you shouldn't have if you were being honest. Pantalone, in your eyes, was the embodiment of elegance.

He was gorgeous; the smile that's always etched on his lips makes your palms sweat, especially when they're always so genuine whenever they're directed at you. Skin fair, face as refined as smoothed jade. His expression was a balanced mix of sharp frostiness and a polite gleam of warmth, both authoritative and welcoming.

Immaculate and pristine clothing could only be worn, from his coat, gloves, and even the material of his glasses; all were top quality and handmade by professionals amongst professionals. With each calculated step, his entire being is the epitome of wealth.

So who were you to sully the beauty he has with simple flowers that you've handpicked from the forests you've roamed in? Sure, you've cleaned them as much as you could, but giving him flowers that weren't grown in quality gardens- you'd be ruining his image!

Clutching the DIY bouquet you've organized the flowers in, you almost sank to your knees as you continued to mull over your decisions, sulking right in front of Pantalone's office door. It has been 20 minutes since you arrived and the guards stationed near his office have been pitifully glancing at your predicament.

Just as you were about to take a step back and throw the bouquet you'd made, deciding to just do more commissions and earn more mora (and not use the mora he kept giving you) to buy him something more presentable and pleasing to the eye, Pantalone opened the door.

You froze in your spot, but the grip on the bouquet you held tightened to the point it would've been broken. Pantalone was shocked to see you just standing motionlessly at his door, not expecting you to have you back so soon.

Immediately, Pantalone's expression softened and his smile widened. His shoulders relaxed and his body felt lighter just at the mere sight of you, and the feeling of laughter bubbling up his chest when he saw your stupefied face.

You fought the urge to bolt or throw the flowers in your hands to an unsuspecting guard and pretend as if nothing had happened. You stood your ground, no matter how hard your heart was beating against your ribcage when his eyes traveled down, catching sight of the bouquet.

Pantalone's face evidently brightened at the sight of it, the corners of his lips curving upwards. "For me?" He says in a fond tone as his hands reached for the bouquet, but you instinctively flinch back, surprising Pantalone. You quickly stuttered out; "I-I... yeah, yeah it is..." You learned your throat, averting your eyes from him and shamefully bowing down your head.

"But, well, you shouldn't take it. I just picked them in the forest when I was back in Sumeru because when I saw how pretty the flowers were, I thought about you... They're not high quality, so I can just buy you better ones—" You didn't even realize you'd begun rambling, so you were cut off abruptly when Pantalone took the bouquet from your arms anyways, caressing the petals with his gloved hands, his smile never leaving his handsome face.

Then, he gently grabbed your chin and lifted it up with his index finger and his thumb so you'd look at him eye to eye. Before you could say something, he captured your lips against his, tilting your head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss.

Heat exploded on your face, eyes widening at the sudden kiss but you indulge yourself in it nonetheless, kissing back fervently and clutching his coat shakily. You let out a small noise when Pantalone licked your bottom lip, satisfied at the delectable sight of your red face, before pulling away a little.

"I absolutely love them, my dear." He muttered against your skin, taking a step closer to you. "I'm delighted that even when you're out on your travels, you still think of me, so I will cherish these flowers you've given me, for they remind me of your love for me."

Those words sent chills up your spine, and you couldn't suppress the smile forming on your lips and the sigh of relief that escaped through your nose.

"Now, why don't you tell me more about these flowers?"

As a seasoned adventurer, you've equipped yourself with various knowledge of anything that could help you in your survival in the outside world. Perking up at his request, you eagerly nodded at that as the words spilled from your mouth whilst Pantalone led you inside his office, shutting the door close.

And thus the beginning of you always bringing him a fresh bouquet of flowers every time you come back from your commissions, then recounting your wide knowledge of flora to your lover.

And every time, Pantalone would listen intently, learning how to care for the flowers as per your instruction if it meant he could listen to your voice more with such enthusiasm, quell your feelings of inferiority in your relationship, and ignore his piling paperwork to spend more of his time with you.

The Wanderer never really understood the sentiment of giving flowers to your lover. So what if they gave you flora? They're just plants that look pretty and usually smelled good. It was a romantic gesture, others would say. It shows the thoughtfulness you had for your lover, it's why you'd gift them flowers! But would it still be counted as very thoughtful if it's such a common thing lovers do to one another?

He doesn't truly get it, so he had absolutely no idea how to react when you came back to the camp you set up for the night, a wild grin on your face with a bunch of cuts and bruises on your body, your hair one big mess and your clothes were torn and dirty, though you cradled a bunch of flowers in your arms protectively. Well, besides being concerned for your entire being and getting absolutely mad at your lacking self-preservation.

"Just what were you thinking, picking flowers near a Hilichurl Camp without your weapon!? Are you trying to get yourself killed!?" He scolded you whilst he cleaned your wounds, intentionally adding pressure enough to make you wince and hiss in pain to both stops the blow flowing out and punish you for your foolishness, deathly glaring at you.

But you merely had a sheepish smile on your lips as you watched your lover fuss over your wellbeing, wrapping you in bandages and scolding you like a mother whose child had run off to do whatever. To be fair, he had warned about the Hilichurl camp near yours, and that you both agreed to leave it be for now since it was late at night already, but when he told you to grab more firewood, you still went to the Hiluchurl camp unarmed all because some 'pretty flowers' caught your eyes.

Offering you a fresh set of clothing, he let you get dressed whilst he went back to cooking, eyeing the bundle of flowers you left near him. Just why did you get through all that trouble for a bunch of flowers? You can buy flowers at multiple flower shops all over Teyvat! He doesn't understand at all, grumpily huffing under his breath.

You told him that those flowers were for him, that it was worth the trouble. It took all of his willpower to not smack you with the wooden ladle he had in his hand, only gritting his teeth and glaring at you. But for some reason, you were extremely unbothered by your injuries, only apologizing to your partner for worrying him. You kept caressing the flowers with a big grin on your face, features softening as you admired them.

So, he had to ask. "Is there any other reason why you had to get these for me?" He crossed his arms, eyeing you warily. You never ceased to caress the damp petals of the flowers, only scooping them back in your arms and giving them to him.

"They remind me of you." At your answer, he raised a brow. How does a bunch of flowers remind you of me? "I read in a book once that these rare flowers symbolize new beginnings, a fresh new start, and hope." You started, sitting close to him and leaning your body against his, staring up at the night sky. "They grow in an unhealthy environment and start off like wilting little buds of flowers, but the more it grows, the more it blossoms into a beautiful flower."

Slowly, his eyes trailed down to the flowers in his arms, piecing them together bit by bit in his mind. He held the flowers closer to him as he continued to listen to your words. "In the midst of burnt forests, these flowers usually grow at the heart of the disaster, sprouting beauty in hapless surroundings." You finish with a sparkle in your eyes, now gazing at him fondly.

Trying to hide his expression with his hat, he merely responded with; "Hope and new beginnings truly fit this flower then." Though his voice was steady, the same couldn't be said the same with his body, which lightly trembled. Your hand found itself in his, lacing your fingers together. You were relieved that he didn't pull away from your hold, only squeezing your hand as he hugged the meaningful flowers in his arms.

These flowers greatly reminded you of him. Not only because of its appearance, but also what it symbolizes. You admired him as if he was the flowers that you picked near that Hilichurl camp, marveling at the beauty of his new life, the hope in his eyes, and his will to finally live without the strings that were attached to him.

The Wanderer may never get why other couples would give each other flowers; may never understand what's so sentimental about it, but he now knows why you chose to give him those flowers... And it meant quite a lot to him.

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[hopepetal]

A little boatem knights au writing for Scar's birthday!

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Scar woke up a year older, and as it had been with the last few centuries, things were unchanged. The sun was shining (which brought with it the leafy scent of Mumbo's sunscreen), the birds were chirping, and Scar stepped out of his tent to greet the day.

He walked out to a very different sight than what he had expected.

“Surprise!”

Standing there were the knights, Cub, Jimmy, and Tango, who had clearly just been rushing around preparing... this. The camp was covered in mismatched decorations, trinkets likely taken from Grian's treasure hoard (with great reluctance from the avian, Scar imagined) strewn about the camp, shining when the light caught them.

Scar blinked, looking around at everyone. “Huh– what's this? What are you doing here?”

Impulse grinned. “Well, I was with Cub the other day and he just so happened to mention that it was your birthday today! So I told the others, and we grabbed Cub and Jimmy and Tango to help celebrate!”

“It's because no one here can bake to save their lives,” Jimmy explained, “and they wanted a cake.”

Mumbo held out the, to be quite frank, monstrosity on a plate. “Grian and I decorated!” he chirped, and Scar squinted at the near illegible frosting words.

“I wasn't here for this,” Pearl explained, “I was out getting decorations.”

“It says happy birthday Scar!” Grian told Scar, “and you can just ignore the redstone dust in the frosting, that's Mumbo's fault.”

Mumbo squeaked, eyes widening. “Look, I washed my hands! Very thoroughly!”

Cub chuckled, shaking his head. “Slight redstone ingestion never hurt anyone,” he pointed out, Mumbo, Impulse, and Tango nodding in agreement.

Scar beamed, holding his hands over his heart. His eyes shone with joy and barely held back tears. “Why, you all are so sweet! This is absolutely amayzin', thank you so much!”

“I still think we should sing,” Pearl piped up, to a resounding, unanimous "no."

“You do not want me to sing,” Mumbo told her with a slight giggle.

“Or me,” Impulse added, scratching his head right behind his horns. “Not a good idea. Tango will tell you.”

Tango grinned, elbowing Impulse. “Oh, I absolutely will, buddy.”

Scar took the cake from Mumbo, his face hurting from how much he was smiling. “Thank you all so so much,” he said once more, sincerely. “This is– this is so nice!”

“Of course, Scar!” Grian's wings fluttered slightly from the excitement. “You're our friend! Of course we'd celebrate your birthday!” He leaned over, pointing at the red and green blobs of frosting on the cake. “And these are poppies, see? They're your favorite flower, I remembered you telling me!” He was so proud of himself for this, eyes shining as he bragged to Scar.

Scar gasped. “Oh wow, G! That's absolutely fantastic! I think we should go eat it now!”

“Count me out.” Jimmy backed away, his hands held up. “I live with this man. I've seen what redstone does to him.” He gestured at Tango with his head. “I refuse to take part in any of this.”

Tango laughed. “Your loss, buddy!”

Cub nodded, holding back a smile of his own. “More for the rest of us, then.”

Pearl wrapped an arm around Jimmy's shoulders. “Does poor Tim have a sensitive stomach?” she teased, to Jimmy's indignant squawking. “It's okay, mate! Nothing to be ashamed of!”

“I'm not–!” Jimmy splutttered, face turning a light shade of red. “Oh, my gosh. This is awful. Why do I come here?”

Grian hopped up to Jimmy, a coy grin on his face. “Because you love us, Timmy!”

Scar began walking to the eating area, carrying the cake with him. “C'mon, guys! This cake isn't gonna eat itself, y'know!”

The rest of the day was spent joking around with the knights and their friends, and eventually ended under the stars with a crackling bonfire.

Scar heaved out a contented sigh. “So. Have you guys given any more thought to matching uniforms?” he asked, and laughter broke out among the knights.

It was a good day.

#my writing #boatem knights au #gtws #grian #pearl #impulse #mumbo #jimmy #tango #cub

[cellard0ors]

Laura eyes each of the green cans of paint surrounding her. She then eyes each of the green marks she made on the white wall in front of her.

She compares the various greens. Which one looks better?

Galapagos Green or Ming Jade? Pale Clover or Mountain Mint? Her mouth swishes from side to side while she weighs the pros and cons of each shade.

She fiddles with the waist band of her leggings as she does so, annoyed yet again at the slightly uncomfortable feeling. She's not really showing yet, but she's certainly...thicker than she used to be.

So much so, that it's clear she's going to have to go clothes shopping soon and she's so lost in her thoughts and the variety of paint colors that she nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears, "What are you doing?"

Laura turns to see Travis standing in the doorway. He looks tired and mulish as always and she simply sighs, relaxing where she sits on the wooden floor of the work-in-progress nursery.

She has paint tarps and tape all readied along the wall she's currently studying and she waves to it, "Weighing my options."

"On?"

"Who's going to win the Super Bowl." Laura deadpans and he scowls at the smart ass remark even as she adds, "The color for the room, obviously."

Travis looks at the open cans and brushes, then to her with a frown, "Should you even be doing this in your, ah? Condition?"

She shrugs, "Everything I read online says it should be okay. Just have to make sure there's a lot of ventilation, I take adequate breaks - things like that. Not all that different from doing the job in a non-pregnant capacity."

"Okay." He says it, but he still sounds disapproving. Annoyed, but trying to stay positive, Laura gets to her feet and taps the wall near one color, "This is called Ming Jade."

"Uh huh." Travis returns as if it's the most boring thing he's ever heard. She scowls, but continues, "And this is Pale Clover."

"Alright."

... she's going to strangle him.

It must show on her face, because he scoffs, "What?"

"What? What do you mean 'what'? I'm asking you what you think! Which shade you like! We agreed on green, yeah?"

"Yes, but-!"

"We also agreed we didn't want to know the sex of the baby until they're born and we agreed pink and blue have been done to death anyway, so I got some paint and I put it up and I'm trying to get your opinion and you're just standing there looking as deadass as you did when you had me behind bars and-!"

"I do not!"

He is ignored as she charges on, "-this is just as much your decision as it is mine! Just as this baby is just as much yours as it is-!"

"I KNOW THAT!" Travis thunders and Laura grows quiet. She's still angry, but his snapping at her so loudly cuts her words short and she just glares at him, nostrils flaring.

Travis breathes in deep and holds out a steadying hand, voice dipping to a lower volume, "...I...I know that, Laura, I'm just-?"

He chews on his bottom lip and he suddenly looks so... awkward, so shy, that she feels an odd pang of sympathy for him.

It only grows worse when he adds, "I... don't know a lot about this."

"And I do?" She scoffs but he simply shrugs, "You've always come across as very capable to me. More capable than I am."

"True." Comes from her easily and it's clear he wants to scowl, but can't because he is, after all, the one to have said it. Her reaction isn't uncalled for. In fact, he probably should have anticipated it.

Still, "My point is, while you've been...kind enough to allow me decisions in this, I'm... hesitant to make them. That's all."

Laura's lips twitch, "I'm not being 'kind'. I'm being logical, stupid."

She's sure the look he levels at her is supposed to come across as deadly, but it only makes her smile, "Travis, this is our baby's nursery. We should choose the color together. We agreed on green, but now we need to agree on which green."

Travis looks adorably ruffled at the idea, "...how many greens are there?"

This gets a laugh from her, "Hundreds. I've just managed to narrow it down to these four."

"These four, huh?" He seems...softer now. Humbled somewhat and he walks farther into the room. He stands right next to her and she finds his proximity... intriguing.

Laura resolves to blame it on the hormones.

Same for her suddenly noticing how much taller he is than her. Much taller than her previous boyfriends and how that causes a flutter in her chest and he is not her boyfriend and heat is radiating off of him in delicious waves and-!

... hormones! Definitely the hormones!

Travis looks at each of the greens and then stops to tap a finger next to one, "This one."

"That one?" Laura asks, but he merely repeats himself, sounding sure, "This one."

Laura narrows her eyes at it critically and then starts bobbing her head, "Okay. Yeah...this one."

"Which shade is this?"

"Mountain Mint."

"Mountain Mint," he shakes his head, a very minute smile on his face, "What will they think of next."

"Soooooo..." Laura drags out as she eyes him from one side, "Why this one?"

Travis turns to her, face serious even as he murmers, "Because of this..."

He then proceeds to lightly brush the back of his hand along her right cheek.

Laura startles at the touch. He's been oh-so-careful not to touch her since this all began. The last time she can even truly recall him touching her was when they'd hurriedly come together after that night at the quarry.

The morning light streaming in through thin curtains as he took her on a short bookshelf in the lodge's library...

It's a shiny, odd marble of memory she rolls over and over in her mind now again, her brain trying to decipher it, trying to figure out why exactly it happened.

She's sure it was because of all the trauma and the grief and the guilt and the anger...

But either way, whatever it was or whatever sparked it, it led to their child's conception and it can't be changed or challenged. It was a catalyst that brought them to this house and this room and to this moment where he's... touching her again.

But the touch is brief and over before it's even really begun and Travis looks apologetic and sheepish as if he didn't even know he would do that as he wipes at his own cheek, "You've got some, um-?"

Laura touches her now burning cheek and, sure enough, she feels a patch of dry, flaky film that is no doubt a smudge of paint. The very paint he points to again, "Seems like it chose you, so...I'm just agreeing with it "

"I...I see." She breathes and she does, but she doesn't, and their eyes lock something seems to pass between them unspoken.

Suddenly Laura feels a little light-headed and she wonders if it's the paint or him or both when he sighs and looks down, looks away, as if he's ashamed of himself, "Anyway...if it looks good on you, I have no doubt it'll look good on the walls too."

Travis then turns and leaves. Leaves Laura to stand there and absorb two things. One, that after all this time he touched her again and, two, that he just gave her a compliment.

And, honestly?

She doesn't know what to do with either. Not at all.

#hackearney #travis x laura #unexpected gifts

[piece-of-the-pie-if]

Could we get 🌼 🌾 🌻 🍂 for Theo and Kinsley please?

this is a little long, lemme know if I should add a read more~ from this ask list. +I had nothing for Theo's part so I decided to just upload this for Kin, hope that's okay

KINSLEY

🌼──Who are this characters friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

Honestly, the people Kinsley surrounds herself with aren't good for her. Despite the fact that she calls them friends, both Tiffany and V are in her life for reputation... by default. She honestly avoids them just as much as she's seen with them. (Which is probably to her detriment considering she hasn't yet realised how manipulative both of them are.) The reason she's latched on to Dylan so much is because they're real with her, they don't pretend with her and they don't hold back their words for her. (Plus Dyl actually cares about her, which she hasn't had in a long time.) At the very base line, Kin just wants someone who will take her for who she is and will stay when they finally figure out who she really is─too many of her s/o's only wanted her because of her status.

🌾──Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them.

Kinsley is a wildfire. She's fierce and untamed and her influence spreads at the speed of light. She's untouchable and if you get too close too quick you'll get burnt. But she's warm behind the lick of flames, and she keeps the weeds at bay, she's protective of her territory. Kinsley is a shard of ice. Her gaze is cold and her words are sharp. If you handle her the wrong way you'll get cut. But she's unique, a complicated pattern of fractals to build up her walls, she's beautiful from the distance she keeps you at. But when her walls are shattered, she's the ice to keep you cool during a heatwave. Kinsley is a speckle of sunlight. It's not big enough to wrap you in it's embrace, warm you and heal you under it's light, but it's enough so you can see through the bitter darkness─a glimmer of hope, a helping hand to the other side of the tunnel. When she's yours, she's yours loyally.

🌻──What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

It might seem really insignificant to others but she really likes the colour green. Kinsley makes a little game with herself to. keep track of things she sees that are shades of green. She jokes with herself when she debates counting the things that aren't her preferred shade of green. She even makes physical notes of what she sees in a notebook when she gets home. If anyone else were to read it they'd just be met with lists and lists of random objects and, if she remembered, where she saw them.

🍂──Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?

Kinsley likes hugs, she just doesn't get them very often. One could say she's touch starved, leaning into the embrace of people she cares about longer than 'appropriate'. However, she's not particularly affectionate with most people, she shrugs off arms slung over her shoulder and she'll avoid cheek kisses from Tiffany, she'll drop attempts to hold her hand. She's not a very public display of affection person! She can and will straight up ignore strangers or sometimes she'll switch up and just glare at them until they go away. With her s/o however, it's different. She's not exactly clingy but she likes being in their space──or having them in hers. She maintains eye contact more, but now instead of an icy glare those eyes hold conversations. If you let her hug your arm she doesn't think she'd ever detach! Overall Kinsley's not very affectionate in public but will pull her s/o into a cuddle puddle when at home!

#piece of the pie if #kinsley grace-cameron

[tcdamoving]

i hope i'm not too late! 🍎🥭🌽 for whichever character(s) you'd want to answer for :)

🍎 - Who does your OC value above all else?

Okay time for a new name - Yvette! Her #1 above all other people person is...her daughter!!!. Her daughter is held on a pedestal above most other people, including the rest of her direct family, and she cares very little for what other people think of her or the two of them.

She gets very reactive whenever people challenge her parenting styles an capabilities as a mother. She sees it as a personal attack on her as a person and gets very defensive. If you try to give her advice directly, she will ignore you, because she hates being in the wrong when it comes to her daughter and parenting.

This leads to a lot of conflict between her and her family, who have spent years basically co-parenting her daughter with Yvette.

🥭 - What colours best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favourites?

Her primary colors are going to be browns/beiges, green and blue (I'm pretty sure...). Her favorite color is a light shade of periwinkle blue, so it's not too far off, even though the colors that represent her are darker.

She also likes yellows and oranges, but never wears them or buys anything to do with them. She thinks they're tacky.

🌽 - How good are they at hiding and finding their way?

Within her position as a "Retriever," these come in the job description. Her ability to orientate herself is very important to her, and she likes having a grasp on wherever she is. She has an interest in cartography and enjoys reading AND making maps. She would fucking kill at GeoGuesser

In reality... uh... hmm. They're questionable. Especially after her incident, and as she's aged. She overestimates her own ability at hiding a lot, and this leads her to a lot of trouble. Like being chased through a butcher house by a crazed 20-something aiming to chop her up and eat her. This is not an uncommon circumstance for Yvette

#emails #unnamed mystery story #yvette #(i need a last name for her)

[detectivechandler]

There are many havens Joseph Chandler has discovered throughout his life, those quiet thrills of joy upon finding solace in a self-imposed solitary confinement, the peace of finding himself absolutely alone... and none of them are to be found tonight. He stands in the corner, all perfect hair and straightened clothing, the sharp shade of red that covers his hands as starkly out of place as he himself is. They're warm as they hang loosely at his sides and as the fingers of one hand explore the still stinging knuckles of the other, Joe frowns slightly, glancing toward the washroom door. A man leans against the corner of the small corridor, talking to a woman who is wearing far too much perfume, and its easy to see by their body language that neither have plans to leave anytime soon. He contemplates saying to hell with it, contemplates simply shoving his way past to once again chase that ache of acceptance beneath warm water, but the memory of those sharp green eyes watching the ritualistic movements of his hands... the slurred question (you okay, mate?) that did nothing but make him more aware of how out of place he was ...

No. He wasn't going back to that. Not here. Not yet.

There's a glass next to him, an attempt at fitting it that has long since grown warm, and Joe spends the barest amount of seconds contemplating the beads of moisture that gather along the side before downing the liquid in one single gulp. It's a bit easier, after that. He orders another, chases it with a drink recommended to him by a woman with a soft voice, gentle and welcoming, whose smile reveals a smudge of red lipstick on two chipped front teeth...and before long he finds himself no longer in need of his corner, content to stand at the bar and play a game of his own making (one shot for every insecurity .. he'll be here all night).

@gentlemanstarkey : "You look good tonight. Not that you don't always look good, but, you know…"

The sound of the other man's voice startles him, chases out an undignified squeak that Joe attempts to cover with a forced cough. For a few moments there's nothing but confusion, nothing but a slightly widened gaze as he takes in the space around them.. and then some part of him registers the fact that his hand is moving, pointing one finger to the center of his own chest as if asking an incredulous question. Me? There's a voice in some back corner of his mind screaming that he's being ridiculous (it's going to have something to say come morning, a version of himself that will watch with thin pressed lips as he contemplates the mess that is his life in a fogged up bathroom mirror), but the alcohol is its own sort of driving force...and rather than save face, he simply smiles, a sloppy slide of lips curving upwards.

"I tried to be casual." Is he being loud? He can't tell. One hand tugs at the hem of his blue sweater as eyes sweep the pub's crowd, resulting in the bark of a laugh as he meets the musician's gaze once more. "I don't think I was very good at it, I'm afraid." James is ... well, James. All sharp features and haunted expression, angles so familiar that Joe is fairly certain he could draw them in his sleep. They look different like this, harder to ignore, and it's probably the effect of the buzzing haze taking up residence in his head but Joe can't help the way he raises careful fingers, the way he lets them hover in the air for a moment before moving to tug slightly at a lock of the older man's hair.

"You look good too. You always do." The confession rolls off his tongue, far easier than it has any right to be, and Joe follows it with another gulp of drink. "Do you - " It's suddenly far too loud, far too cramped for the failed detective's liking, and he can see the washroom sentries still haven't moved from their posts. "Can you leave? This, I mean. Not me. I desperately want to." His mouth feels thick, like the things he wants to say aren't coming out clearly, and he wonders if one last pint would solve the issue. Weight shifts as he tries to steady his balance and that easy smile from before morphs into a frown. This would be a great time to say something witty, some flirtatious comment or intelligent quip that leaves James Starkey wondering for the rest of the night how he ever survived without the company of one Joseph Chandler, but instead he offers up a statement more akin to a questioning whine.

"You make this sort of thing look easy. I don't ... I can't understand. I don't know what to do."

#gentlemanstarkey #in character. writing. #v. the heart of me weeps to belong #i went with your pub plot :) #it can lead to an accidental kiss eventually or not but i loved it so i stole it sorry lmao #sorry its long. at least you know you inspire the hell out of me lmao

[aro-yelena]

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[cj-sparkss]

popsicle -

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note | edited and reposted warning | alcohol usage mentioned, nsfw, cursing, fingering, do not read if too young category | fluff/smut wc | 4.6k+ pairing | eren jeager & f!reader

You’re sitting next to Reiner, who is currently eyeing the different girls in the pool, trying to decide who he was going to charm his way into and ask out next. You sigh, shaking your head at his antics. Typical. Slightly nudging Reiner with your elbow, you pull his gaze off of the girls in the pool. “Hey Reiner.” He hums in response, turning to look at you. “I’m going to go get a drink. I’ll be right back.”

He nods his head, and with that you stand up and walk over to the outside bar. Walking up to the man working the bar, you take a seat on one of the stools. “Can I have a piña colada? Virgin please.”

“Sure, no thing.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll have the same thing she’s having.” Looking at the source of the voice, you see a tall, tanned skinned guy with long brown hair tied up in a messy bun walking up to the bar. He takes a seat a few stools away from you. You eye him up and down, taking in his appearance. Starting from the top, you notice his hair is slightly damp, wet strands of hair falling to the sides of his face, framing his structure. He must have been in the pool not long ago. Moving down to his chest, you immediately take notice of his beautiful and sculpted abs.

Damn he’s hot. Eyes moving even lower, you come across his grey shorts, eyeing a noticeable bulge in his pants.

Shit.

Your eyes linger for a little too long then they should have, leading the guy to notice your staring from his peripheral vision. He turns his face to look at you, an amused grin growing on his face. Cocking his head to the side, his mouth opens. “Like what you see?” You feel the heat rise to your cheeks. Realizing you were staring, you turn away in embarrassment, causing him to let out a low chuckle.

“Your drinks.” Thankfully saving you from the situation, the man working the bar slides both of you guys your drinks. You quickly grab it and take a sip, waddling away in your flip flops back to your spot next to Reiner. Feeling your presence next to him, he faces you. “Hey, you're back.”

“Yes I am.”

Looking down, you take a sip of your drink. Reiner playfully nudges you in the shoulder, noticing your distressed state. “What’s wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost.” Ignoring his question, you look up and you see the same guy from the bar on the other side of the pool, talking with a black haired girl and a shorter blonde haired boy boy. Letting your curiosity get the best of you, you decide to ask Reiner a question. “Hey Reiner, who is that?” You motion your chin to the brown haired boy. Reiner looks forward, a look of confusion falling on his face.

“Who is who?”

“The sexy guy on the other side talking to two people.” Laughing at your choice of words, Reiner sees who you’re talking about. “Oh him? That’s Eren Jaeger.”

“Eren Jaeger...” You let the name fall out of your lips, sounding it out for yourself.

Not letting you get away with your words so easily, Reiner plays with you. “So you think he’s sexy?”

“Oh, shut up. I just had an encounter with him at the bar.”

“Well you’re not wrong, he is sexy.” Laughing, you take another sip of your piña colada. Reiner continues. “And he thinks you are too.”

Nearly choking on your drink, you snap your head at Reiner, a confused look on your face. “What do you mean he thinks I am too?”

“I meann that he’s my friend. We were talking earlier and he was telling me how he thought you were pretty cute actually.” Finding his claim too hard to believe, you shake your head. “You’re shitting me.”

“Nope. I’m for real. He’s obviously interested in you. He’s been eyeing you the whole time we were here. You’re just too dense to notice.” You shoved his hard chest, the force nearly knocking him into the pool.

“If I find out you’re lying, I’m killing you.” Laughing, Reiner shakes his head in amusement. “You know you should get with him. I heard he's really good with his fingers if you know what I mean.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, nudging your side a few times with his elbow. Nearly choking on your drink for the second time, you shake your head, bad memories starting to come back to you.

“No. I can’t.” Your voice quieting to a whisper, you talk so only he can hear you. “I haven’t been with anyone since the thing happened, remember?” Reiner nods his head in understanding, but he doesn’t stop there.

“Hey, don’t think about that, okay?” He sighs. “Exactly the reason you need to get with someone again. It’ll be good, trust me. And it won’t be that hard since he obviously wants to get with you too.” Shoving the terrible memories to the back of your head, you actually consider his statement. You look back to the other side of the pool searching for the brown headed boy, only to notice that he isn’t there. About to question where he is, you open your mouth to speak only to be interrupted by a light tap on your shoulder. You turn around, and to your surprise you see Eren standing tall behind you, eyes level with the very noticeable bulge in his grey shorts. Heat immediately rising to your cheeks, you turn away from the delicious view, stopping yourself before you stare again.

“Hey.” He looks down at you, drink still in his hand. 

“Oh, hey again.”

He nods his head at Reiner in a greeting manner. “Hey Reiner.”

“Hello Eren.” Chuckling to himself, Reiner stands up, moving to walk away. Confusion spreads on your face. “Hey, where are you going!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll see you later.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you in a teasing manner, cupping his hands around his mouth and mouths, “Get some!” Laughing, he turns and walks away, but he halts besides Eren and leans into his ear, whispering something to him only the two of them can hear. Once he finishes, he walks away.

Suddenly growing nervous, you fidget with your fingers. Eren’s crouches down beside you, his eyes looking into yours. “Mind if I sit here?” Placing your drink to the other side, you shake your head. “No, not at all.” He takes a seat beside you, placing his own drink on the other side of him and dipping his own feet into the water too. Not being able to help yourself, you side eye him up and down once again. This time there’s black sunglasses on the top of his head, stopping his bangs from falling to his face. You not so secretly admire his bare chest and his body, not knowing Eren is admiring yours as well. 

The sun is slowly setting before you, light shadows casting over the backyard, a cool breeze blowing in the air. Eren is the first one to talk.

“So, I haven’t seen you around before. Are you just moving here?” He turns to look at you, and the air is taken out of your lungs. God, his eyes, they're beautiful. A gorgeous shade of blue. No green. Turquoise? Either way, the sight is simply enough to melt everything else away. Eren’s question finally registering in your brain, you quickly snap yourself out of your daze, answering his question.

“No no not really, I just didn’t go out much during school. But now that summer is here I plan to get out more this time.” You can see his face light up in curiosity. “So I’ll be seeing more of you? He turns to the pool, nodding his head in satisfaction. “Good to know...”

“I guess you will.” A moment of silence falls before Eren opens his mouth again. “You aren’t going in the pool?

“Well actually,” You lower your head in slight embarrassment, “I don’t know how to swim.” Eren looks at you, a shocked look spread across his face. “You can’t swim?”

“Nope.” You say shaking your head, popping the p. His lips turn into a teasing grin. “Loser. Why go to a pool party if you can’t swim in the pool?” You look at him, your brain going into defensive mode. “Hey! Pool parties are fun. And you don’t actually have to go in the pool to have fun just so you know.”

“What if you get pushed into the pool?”

“Then I guess I’ll die a miserable death.” Laughing at your awfully morbid joke, Eren shakes his head. “I guess I’ll just have to protect you, huh.” Furrowing your eyebrows, you question what he means.

“What do you mean, you’ll just have to protec-” You are cut off by the sound of someone’s voice calling him. Both of you look over to the person. You see the same boy with blond hair that Eren was talking to earlier dramatically waving his hand over his head. “Hey Eren! Come on we’re about to start.” Eren sighs, nodding his head at the boy. “Coming!” He turns back to you.

“I guess I’ll talk to you later, non swimmer.” A brief look of disappointment falls on your face, but you quietly mask it with a smile, nodding your head. 

You liked talking to him. He was like a breath of fresh air, despite literally being outside, even if he was making fun of you. Giving you a heartwarming smile, he picks up his drink and stands up, about to walk away, but then he leans in to your ear. “Oh, I never got your name.” His breath is hot, and it tickles your skin, sending cold tingles down your spine. You catch a whiff of the pina colada he had earlier in his breath. You told him your name, and he repeated it under his breath, sounding it out on his own lips. “Pretty.” The way your name came out of his lips sounded like music to your ears. “Mines Eren.” 

With that he walks away, and almost as soon as Eren is out of your sight, Reiner returns to your side. “Hey, some of us are about to go inside to play a game, let’s go join them, and you can also meet some of my friends.” Sounding like a good idea to you, you nod your head and stand up from your position, leaving your pina colada. As you’re about to walk away, Reiner smirks, leaning in from the side into your ear.

“Wow, I bet you can’t wait till you two are in the bedroom.” Anger rising from the inside of you, you push Reiner again, this time actually pushing him into the pool.

Splash!

“Hey!” He flops around in the water, water splashing on you and all around. Erupting into a fit of laughter, you run away to get Reiner a towel to use as a peace offering before he can get out and push you in the pool too. You can’t be dying a miserable death this early.

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Side by side, you and Reiner walk into the living room. You are greeted by the sight of nine people sitting on the floor in a circle, a deck of playing cards in the middle. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, Reiner moves to speak. “Hey guys! This is my friend.” He introduces you, and you smile at all of them, saying hi. You scan over the room, seeing all different types of people who look close to your age, and your eyes land on a certain brown haired boy in particular.

Eren.

Almost as if he can feel your staring, his turquoise eyes meet yours. You immediately rip your gaze away, moving closer to Reiner's side. He softly grabs your wrist, leading you both to a vacant spot in the circle. You end up sitting next to a blonde haired girl, who’s talking to someone else positioned on the other side of her. Turning to look at you, she introduces herself with a smile. “Hey, my name is Annie.”

“Oh, hey Annie.” You tell her your name. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.” She brings her attention back to the person she was talking to. Looking around once more, you see that you’re sitting almost directly across from Eren, his eyes already on you. Feeling a little uncomfortable, you desperately try to avoid his piercing gaze, looking to the ground and fidgeting with your fingers.

“Ok so guys!” The same average sized blonde haired boy that called Eren earlier clasps his hands together and begins talking. “We are going to be playing a card game called Screw Your Neighbor.” He looks around the room. “Do any of you guys not know how to play?” Remembering the familiar game since you played it at a previous party, you shake your head no along with everyone else.

He smiles a gorgeous smile. “Great, so let’s get started.” And the game begins.

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For the first night of summer, you have more fun than you have had all year. A lot of that fun must be due to the fact you’ve had to drink a few times due to losing. But luckily, you’re not even close to drunk, as it takes a lot for you to just get wasted. But you are a little tipsy. And you also really aren't the best at card games, even if it’s just a game of pure luck.

Not paying attention to your surroundings much, you don’t notice Eren’s turquoise gaze on you while eating. By now almost everyone has a snack with them, and apparently Eren has the messiest one. You’ve been stealing glances at him all night, and when you look over at him, you see that he has a melting popsicle in his hand, the treat dripping down his wrist. He has some of the popsicle trickling down the sides of his mouth, but he doesn’t seem to pay any mind to it, and neither does anyone else. This must be normal for him to eat like an animal.

His pink tongue darts out of his mouth, the tip slowly licking the juice that got on the sides. Once again feeling your gaze like some psychotic person, Eren’s eyes meet yours, a mischievous glint twinkling in his eyes.

Eren’s going to have his fun with you.

Bringing the popsicle up to his mouth, he sticks it into his mouth, very slowly moving it all the way in. His tongue swirls around the popsicle, licking all the excess juice off, turquoise eyes never leaving yours. Eyes glued to Eren mouth fucking his popsicle, your head is telling you to look away, but you just can't. He is still shirtless, the melting popsicle trickling pink down his bare chest. He very slowly but surely takes a popsicle out of his mouth, sucking on every inch about to come out.

How the fuck has no one called him out.

He’s basically eye fucking you, turquoise eyes undressing you from across. Swiping his tongue around his mouth, he licks the melted popsicle from his lips. Heat rising to your cheeks, you decide that this is too much for you. You need a way to get out of this.

Standing up abruptly, you make your excuse. “Hey guys, can someone show me the bathroom?” Just finishing the popsicle, Eren immediately shoots up from his seat, not even wasting a moment for his chance. He gives you another mischievous smile, obviously planning something in his head. “Here, I’ll show you.” Looking to the side, you see Reiner shooting you a knowing smirk. Rolling your eyes at him, you hesitantly nod your head at Eren. He walks over to your side and leans in to your ear like before.

“Enjoy the show?” His voice is low and seductive, sweet breath tickling your skin. 

Tha - thump.

Another throb down below. Oh Lord you just met this man and the things he’s already doing to you without even doing anything. Noticing your frozen state, Eren just laughs, shaking his head in amusement.

He knows what he’s doing.

“Follow me.” Eren walks in front of you and leads you into a hallway. He comes to a stop in front of the door, looking back at you. “It’s right in here.” He turns the handle and walks in, holding the door open for you. You walk into a bedroom that looks un-slept. The bed is neatly made, fluffy white sheets and white pillows, not a single item out of place. This must be the guest room.

Eren walks to another door, opening it and turning on a light switch. “Here.” He nudges his head towards the doorway. “Thank you.” Your voice comes on as a whisper, afraid that if it’s any louder it might just crack. He nods his head and steps out of the bathroom. “Welcome.”

You walk into the bathroom, mentally going through everything in your mind that just happened. What is this boy doing? Because if he’s trying to seduce you, hell, it's working. Reiner was right, it has been a while since you have received any pleasure at all. Maybe today was the day to continue. Start fresh. The past is the past. Breathing in and out, you muster up all the courage you have in you to go and make your move. You got this. Slowly turning the door handle, you open the door and walk back into the bedroom to see an Eren sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone. His face turns up to look at you once you enter the room.

“Hey. Are you feeling okay?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”

Eren nods his head, slipping his phone into his pocket. He stands up, making his way over to you. You also walk closer to him, both of you closing the gap between your bodies, leaving some personal space. His eyes look into yours. “Are you ready to go now?” He tilts his head sideways. You take a step closer to Eren, causing him to raise up an eyebrow in curiousness. Suddenly becoming bold, you get right to the point.

“I kind of want to do something first.” He walks closer to you again, leaning his head down only inches away from yours. “What do you want to do?” You can smell the fruity popsicle in his breath, the scent delighting to your nose, only making you lean your face in closer to his. You sink your teeth into your lips, and his eyes flicker down to look at them.

“This.” Grabbing his face and pulling it closer to you, you attach your lips to his. He immediately kisses you back, lips molding against one another, but then he breaks away for a brief moment, holding your wrists, your hands still on his cheeks.

“How many drinks did you have?” Smiling, you shake your head. “Not much. I’m not drunk. Trust me.” Eren eyes you for a moment, and then he knows it’s true, afterall he can tell when someone is wasted.

“So it’s okay if I kiss you?” You nod your head. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Not wasting any time, Eren connects his lips with yours again, tilting his head to the side, deepening the kiss. He softly grabs your hands from your face, moving them to his shoulders. You then move your hands to wrap around his neck, pulling him down to you. His arms snake around your waist, pulling your flesh against his and letting you feel his abs pressing against your stomach. His big hands trail down your curves, stopping at your ass and squeezing, causing you to gasp against his lips.

Eren’s lips are soft and smooth. The kiss is nice and tender, bad memories from earlier disappearing from your mind. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, requesting for access to enter your mouth. You comply, opening your mouth and letting his tongue move in. His tongue darts around your mouth, licking everything in its path. His tongue finds yours, and his own swirls around it, the popsicle move coming into play. You fight him for access, moving your own tongue inside his mouth for your turn. You taste the fruity popsicle in his mouth, savoring the flavor.

Watermelon.

The kiss goes on for a minute, you being the first to pull away for air. You look into Eren’s eyes, stupid grins on both of your faces. He rests his forehead against yours, softly rubbing patterns against your back with his fingers .“That was not bad for someone that can’t swim”, he breathes out.

 “You're never going to let that go, are you?”

“Not planning to.”

Laughing, his lips connect to your jaw, then moves down, tracing warm and wet kisses down your neck. Searching for your sweet spot, he knows he has found it when you let out a soft moan, the sound music to his years. He sucks on it for a while, you only realize what he was doing once the spot is already marked.

“Hey! Why’d you do that!”

“Relax princess. I’m simply just marking my territory.” His voice is low and husky, sending another wave of shivers down your spine. Smiling against your neck, Eren’s fingers lightly trace down to your thighs. He softly taps on them a few times.

“Jump.”

Listening to his command, you jump into his arms, your legs instinctively wrapping against his waist, his hands grabbing at your thighs. His lips connect back to yours, this time the kiss more hungry, longing for more. He walks you both over to the bed, resting your back against the bed, ruffling up the white sheets. Kissing you for another minute more, his lips trace down your neck, down your collar bones, and onto your shirt. He places kisses down the neck of your shirt, and to one of your breasts, his other hand softly massaging the other. Playfully tugging your shirt, he disconnects his mouth and looks into your eyes again. Smiling a stupid grin at you, he tilts his head.

“Can I undress you?” 

Butterflies erupt through your body. Smiling at his sweetness, you nod your head yes. Without wasting a moment, Eren sets you up at the edge of the bed. You raise your hands to give him easier access, and he slowly and seductively pulls your shirt off of your body. He throws it to who knows where, revealing your red laced bra. Smiling a lopsided grin, Eren looks back at you.

“I like the bra. Sexy.” You smile back at him. “Thank you, I try my best.”

Laughing, Eren’s mouth connects with your body again, making his way down your stomach, leaving hot and wet kisses all over. He comes to your waistband, and looks up at you for confirmation before doing anything. You nod your head. Coming back down, he slowly unbuttons your jeans shorts, and pulls the zipper down even slower, knowing damn well what he’s doing. “C'mon Eren.” You place your hands in his hair, whining at his teasing. Finally, he pulls your shorts and panties down in one go and throws them to the same place as your shirt, revealing your soaking wet cunt. Smirking at your pussy, he shakes his head. “Damn, already that wet, and I haven’t even done anything. Do I turn you on that much?” You smack him in the head, heat rising to your cheeks. “Oh, shut up.”

He chuckles. “It's okay baby, you turn me on too.” Not giving you any time to react, Eren rubs your clit, rubbing in slow circles. You try to suppress your moans, afraid that someone will hear you guys in the living room. Rubbing even faster, Eren’s looks into your eyes.

“Let me hear you. Okay princess?” He drags his finger between your folds, making you call out his name. “E- Eren,” You cry out, your words turning into a breathy moan. “That’s what I like to hear. Fuck, you're gorgeous.” He softly muttered against your thighs. Climbing on top of you, Eren connects his lips with you, a soft and slow kiss this time while you wrap your legs around his torso. Slowly, Eren slips one finger into you, groaning at how you clench around his finger. His finger thrusts into you, hitting your sensitive spots. “Shit, Eren.”

“Fuck.” Eren slips another finger into you, causing you to cry out, the already huge bulge in his pants only growing at your sweet sounds. His thumb rubs your clit in circles, the feeling enough to make you go crazy. You scrape your fingers against his back, leaving red lines along his skin. His fingers repeatedly thrust into you, Eren groaning at the lewd noises coming from your slick. Back arching to a curve, your breasts press against his chest. You squeeze your eyes due to the pleasure, throwing your head back into the bed.

“No, no. Look at me baby.” You comply, opening your eyes again, eyes meeting turquoise ones.

“Eren… faster.” He knuckles deep, the pleasure consuming your mind. Grinding your hips to match the wonderful rhythm of Eren’s fingers, you knew you were about to cum. You moan his name out loudly, not caring if everyone could hear you outside. His fingers thrusted into you again, hitting the exact spot you need it to, you come undone on his fingers, leaving a tinted substance. Panting and legs shaking after reaching your high, you watch Eren bring his fingers to his mouth and lick your arousal off, not leaving a single drop left to waste. “You taste so good princess.” He leans in to kiss you, and you can taste yourself on his lips, mixed in with the sweet watermelon flavor from his messy desert.

“Are you guys okay in there?” Loud banging on the door startles you, a yelp coming from your lips. Eren climbs off of you, standing and trying to fix the tightness in his pants. Your lips turning into a small pout at the loss of the warm feeling of his body on top of yours. Grabbing your panties and shorts, he walks to you, Eren gives you a cheeky smile. He kneels down before you, stretching out your underwear and looking up at you through his eyelashes. Getting the gist, you place your right leg into one hole, left leg in the other. Then he helps you with your jeans shorts and your shirt, the same process repeating. 

“Have fun?”

“I did actually… Did you?”

“Mhm, a lot.”

More banging on the door.

“Yeah, yeah. We’re fine! Coming out now.” Eren rolls his eyes in annoyance, reaching his hand into his pocket. Pulling out his phone, he scrolls and taps for a bit before reaching a page and handing it to you. “Mind if I get your number?” Nodding your head, you grab his phone from your hand and type in your number. After double checking if you typed in the right one, you hand it back to him.

Eren winks at you, the simple gesture causing butterflies to ignite throughout your body. “Thank you princess.” He walks up to the exit. Both of you forget about the now messy bed, the only thing important right now being each other. Opening the door, Eren steps to the side, allowing you to go first. “After you my lady.”

“Thank you sir.” Before you step out, Eren leans into your ear, lips grazing over your skin. He sensed the sadness radiating off your body. “It’s okay baby. We can continue another day. We have all summer after all.”

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Out of the Mouths of Babes — Chapter 5

AO3 | FFN

Previous chapter on Tumblr

Written for Hinny Ficfest 2021

Prompt: “Uncle Ron said something about Harry knocking Ginny up, but I don’t know what he means,” Teddy said.

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Harry barely reacted in time to put up a Shield Charm before two Stunning Spells shot across the kitchen table at him and deflected up into the ceiling.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Ginny and Ron shouted at the same time, Ron flailing and tipping over backward in his chair.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Charlie screamed at Harry.

"Is he pressuring you into this?" Bill growled at Ginny.

"There is no reason to resort to something so drastic!" said Percy.

"And it's definitely not something to laugh about," said George.

Fleur was babbling a mile a minute in French, tears welling in her eyes and trying to get Victoire to stop crying.

Molly had collapsed into Arthur's arms and fainted.

"Have you lot all lost your minds!?" shouted Harry. "Why is it so important that I keep it?"

"What use do we have for it, anyway?" asked Ginny.

A second explosion of angry shouting erupted as all the Weasleys talked over each other.

"How in the WORLD is all this the appropriate response to Harry and Ginny living together!?" pleaded Hermione.

"THAT'S NOT — wait, they're living together!?" said Percy.

Hermione gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth.

"Oh please," George rolled his eyes, "Anyone with a brain already knew that."

"What!? Why didn't you say anything!" said Charlie, "We could have stopped this before it happened!"

"Gee, thanks, Hermione," growled Harry as she blushed harder.

"Then what the hell are all you gits talking about!?" barked Ginny loudly to cut through the cacophony of testosterone. "As annoying as you always are when treating me like an innocent girl, it makes more sense than getting upset about Harry's stupid Wizengamot seat!"

"Harry has a Wizengamot seat!?" asked Percy in awe.

"Don't get any ideas, Perce, Harry's taken," said George.

"Of course we're not talking about that!" said Molly, her voice shaking as she regained consciousness and stood up straight. "We're talking about the baby!"

Harry and Ginny looked sideways at Victoire.

"THE NEW BABY!" Molly shrieked, growing more exasperated.

"What, Hermione's baby?" asked Ginny.

Molly fainted again.

"Ex-CUSE me!?" cried Hermione as every head in the room spun to face her, Ron's turning a sickly shade of green.

"Oh...I shouldn't have eaten all those biscuits," Ron muttered fearfully, holding his stomach.

"Wait, Hermione's pregnant too?" asked Percy.

"No, I am not!" said Hermione forcefully.

"Wait, what do you mean 'too?'" asked Ginny. "Who else is pregnant?"

"THERE IS NO 'ELSE!' I AM NOT PREGNANT!" Hermione screamed. "Can we please establish that first?"

"Love, just calm down," said Ron softly, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. "It's okay, we can handle this. Why don't you just sit down…."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron, even if I were pregnant, if you start coddling me you'll regret it. Ginny, why the hell did you say that I'm pregnant?"

"Well she kept dropping hints left and right that someone was pregnant!" Ginny gestured wildly towards Fleur, who until now was doing a good job of avoiding the chaos, and blushed self-consciously when it was her turn to be the focus of all the anger.

"Ginny, just stop it!" Fleur lashed out. "I was trying to encourage you to come clean!"

"...Me?"

"Ginny, we know about the baby," said Arthur calmly. "We've known for days."

About a dozen different emotions collided violently inside Harry. He couldn't imagine what the expression on his face might look like. He slowly turned on the spot towards Ginny.

"I'm sure you're about to say something all noble and comforting," said Ginny dryly. "But you don't have to be that good of a boyfriend yet. No, I'm not pregnant."

"I applaud your performance, Gin-Gin," said George, "but nothing stays secret for long in this family." He jerked his head toward Ron.

"Wha—Why are you jerking your head towards me, don't jerk your head towards me!" Ron panicked.

"Why is he jerking his head towards you, Ron?" Ginny seethed.

"Hell if I know!" Ron said defensively. "Don't get your knickers in a twist, this is the first I've heard of any new babies!"

"Sorry, Ronniekins, but you spilled the beans to Teddy, and he sold you out," said George.

"You told Teddy that I'm pregnant!?" Ron flinched as Ginny smacked his arm.

"Using much more vulgar language," Molly whimpered, still trembling and desperately clutching onto Arthur for support.

"I did not tell Teddy that you're pregnant!" Ron spoke up. "I never even—"

He stopped speaking and his eyes bulged out. He and Hermione faced each other, realization dawning on their faces.

Ron's voice is small. "...Oh—Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop it!" he cowered as Hermione started furiously hitting him.

"You — complete — idiot Ronald Weasley!" she shouted with each hit.

Ginny's older brothers were looking far too pleased with themselves for her taste.

"Okay, so can we stop this charade now?" asked Bill.

"Okay, I don't know what this latest domestic incident is about," said Ginny, pointing at the sparring couple, "I just know that I'm not pregnant."

"Teddy heard Ron saying that Harry had knocked you up!" said Charlie.

"No….but I might have said that it was likely that he would knock her up."

Harry gaped at him. "Why were you discussing me knocking up Ginny at all!?" he demanded, as he physically restrained Ginny from attacking Ron.

"Because you both were being so bloody shameless!" Ron shouted back. "It's enough to drive anyone mental! Don't try to annoy your brother by having no self-control and then get mad when he says you have no self control!"

"I want the record to show that I did not partake in this line of reasoning and told him he was being ridiculous," said Hermione.

"Thanks for the support, Love," said Ron.

Bill, Charlie, and Percy all seemed to have deflated like balloons. Their faces matched their hair and they were looking anywhere but Ginny's furious face.

"Well...erm…." said Charlie, trying to keep his face stern, "Ron's right, you should still—"

"Oh, do not try to still chest-beat after you've all been exposed as idiots!" Ginny hissed. "You've all been absolutely terrible to Harry and me based on what a toddler overheard!"

"She is right," Fleur scolded her husband, rejoining the row now that she had calmed Victoire down, "If you zink zat she is pregnant, you should not start fights to stress 'er out! Shame on you!" Bill hung his head.

"You know, I really don't think that trying to manipulate Ginny into talking about it is much better," said Harry flatly, "You all need to mind your own business!"

"Yes, don't think I'm going to forget this any time soon!" Ginny waved a threatening finger at all of them. "Not only treating me like an idiot child who's been taken advantage of, but actually thinking we're stupid and reckless enough to unintentionally get pregnant in the first place!"

"See, Molly dear?" Arthur told his wife gently, "it was all just a misunderstanding." He had guided her into a chair and was trying to calm her down. Her breathing was quick and shallow and her eyes were darting around madly.

"...No. No, it all fit…" she shook her head violently, "They're covering it up. You need to tell the truth, Ginny!"

It was clear that there was no reasoning with her, she had become delirious by now from all the chaos and panic.

Ginny groaned. "All right, you want to settle this? Fine, let's settle this." And without another word, she marched out of the kitchen into the sitting room, threw some floo powder into the fireplace, called out "Diagon Alley!" and disappeared into the flames.

The kitchen was finally quiet for the next few minutes as Molly's breathing slowly but surely slowed down to merely anxious instead of an outright panic attack. Bill and Fleur were bickering quietly in French, while Hermione silently gave Ron her best "I told you so" look for not watching what he said around Teddy.

After what felt like an eternity, the fireplace roared to life again and Ginny marched back into the kitchen, dusting soot off her clothes.

"Where did you go?" asked Harry.

She held up a vial of clear liquid. "Apothecary," she said shortly. The unique shape of the bottle was instantly recognizable.

"Oh, well that's just great," said Ron tiredly. "Harry Potter's girlfriend hastily buying a pregnancy test potion, I'm sure that won't be in the headlines tomorrow."

Ginny ignored him as she skimmed over the card that came attached to the potion. "Okay, yeah, blue for boy, pink for girl, white for not pregnant."

She uncorked the flask, set it down on the table, used her wand to cut off a single strand of her hair, and lowered it into the solution. The clear, colorless contents of the bottle instantly started bubbling furiously.

"See?" Ginny barked furiously, "So, now that we've gotten this circus over with, I would greatly appreciate it if you gits kindly butted the hell out of my love life, and we can all….just….move….on…."

Her voice trailed off into nothing as her eyes remained locked on the vial on the table.

Which was now a bright, vibrant blue.

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[loveforpreserumsteve]

Better Together: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Seventeen:

"I should've worn it more," Bucky sighed, looking at his reflection while tugging at the itchy, purposely ugly sweater that Zayde Harold had knitted years ago.

Steve buttoned his simple long sleeve shirt, ignoring the dark purple-red stretchmark – his first – and reminded, "You're allergic to wool."

"Still," Bucky scratched his blunt nails over his broad shoulder, the sweater already getting to him. Moving onto style his hair, Bucky combed his tousled brown hair with glassy eyes.

Rubbing his back, Steve leaned closer. Pressing a kiss to the middle of his shoulder blades. Wrapping his arms around Bucky's trim waist as much as he could with his freshly turned twenty-two week bump. Trying to give his husband as much comfort as he could. Knowing that, while he mentally checked out at Flora's funeral, he wasn't going to do that this time.

Bringing one of Steve's hands up, Bucky kissed the palm and asked, "Can you get the boys ready?"

"Of course," Steve readily agreed. Standing on his tiptoes, he pressed a kiss to the back of Bucky's neck before moving away and leaving the bathroom.

Since Steve and Bucky were encouraging their children to be independent, they allowed the boys to dress themselves. All Steve had told them was that it had to be green. It was, after all, one of Zayde Harold's requests for his funeral: everyone wear green. Claiming that it was to wish him well and hope his next chapter – whatever it may be – was full of promise. And really, who was any of them to argue with what their loved one wanted?

Pausing in the boys' doorway, Steve doubted that Zayde Harold imagined his great-grandsons showing up in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles footie pajamas. Because while they were green, they seemed entirely inappropriate. Even if they were toddlers.

"Guys, you can't wear those," Steve informed, crossing the messy room to the closet.

"But papa," Oliver whined, theatrically throwing his head back and inevitably causing the attached hood with the thin purple eye mask to fall back.

"But nothing," Steve immediately started combing through their dress clothes. Realizing that (1.) his children had too much clothing that they hardly ever wore and (2.) why did they have so many different shades of the color blue?

Finding one holiday sweater and one button down that was possibly too small for either boy, Steve turned to face his sons. Finn was sitting in front of the tree shaped bookshelf with one of the soft cloth books in his lap and a plush Big Bird on his lap. Oliver on the other hand was explaining why he wanted to wear the pajamas.

"And they're cool," Oliver ended his statement, pleading.

"Well, I'm sorry sweetie, but we're going to a funeral. And you don't wear pajamas to a funeral," Steve held up the sweater and handed it to Oliver. Figuring it'd fit better than the dress shirt.

"But they're green," Oliver whined.

Inhaling deeply, Steve got down on his knees so he'd be eye-level with the five year old. Taking Oliver's hands in his, he kindly asked, "Are we big boys?"

When Oliver nodded, Steve nodded and continued, "And what don't big boys do?"

Sighing in his annoyance, Oliver finished, "Throw fits."

"Exactly," Steve leaned in, letting Ollie meet him the rest of the way as he rubbed his nose along Steve's. "Now, will you please put this on?"

"Okay," he rolled his eyes and exaggeratedly sighed before pulling down the zipper of the footie pajamas.

"Thank you," Steve moved over to Finn. Gesturing for the almost three year old to stand, Steve was glad when he did without making a fuss. Of course, that was how they usually worked. Easily balancing each other out.

As he helped Finn unzip and step out of the pajamas, a RIP! was heard and he immediately started looking over the button up shirt that he had helped Finn slide into. Only, it was from the other side of the room where Oliver said, "Uh oh."

Turning to face the tiny brunet, Steve asked, "What do you mean, 'uh oh?'"

"It ripped," Oliver's lower lip quivered as he stood there with the sweater only half on with one arm through the sleeve and the other one highlighting the new tear.

Clenching his jaw to stop his own tears from building in his eyes as he watched Oliver angrily wipe at his own face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement and glanced at the doorway. Finding Bucky standing there with furrowed brows, he silently questioned what was going on. Before Steve could tell him though, Oliver noticed him too and ran for him.

"It was an accident," Oliver insisted, crying harder now.

"It's okay," Bucky assured, lifting the five year old into his arms. Wiping his face, Bucky asked, "What happened?"

"Papa said no jammies," Oliver sniffled, "But they're green and zayde wanted green."

Helping Oliver remove the ripped sweater, Bucky just looked at the five year old for a moment. Then, he decided, "They can wear them."

Steve's brows arched high on his forehead as he considered his husband. Still holding the too-small button down, he questioned, "You sure?"

Nodding, Bucky confirmed, "Yeah. Zayde did get them for them, after all. He would've wanted this."

"If you're sure," Steve shrugged. Placing the shirt on Finn's bed, Steve helped the toddler back into his pajamas and zipped him back up. Fondly accepting the hug and slobbery kiss his son gave him. Smoothing down his unruly blond curls before moving to stand.

With some assistance from Bucky, Steve took the torn sweater from him and stood on his tiptoes to give him a fond kiss. Ruffling Oliver's messy brown hair on his way out of the room. Letting the little boy redress himself. Placing the small dress shirt in the diaper bag and putting the sweater in his craft room, so he could try and mend it later.

"Hey," Bucky softly called after him.

Pausing in the doorway of his craft room, Steve turned to look at his husband, "What's up?"

"It's okay if they wear their footies, right?" Bucky asked, genuinely checking in with Steve.

Cradling Bucky's face in his hands, Steve assured, "It's okay with me, if it's okay with you."

Worrying his lower lip with his teeth, Bucky thought it over before nodding and leaning down to kiss Steve. Resting his forehead against Steve's, the pair just stood there for a moment. Steve's hands sliding around to the back of Bucky's neck. Stroking the soft brown hair there and seeking Bucky's emotion through the bond. Trying to comfort his spouse the best way he could. Even if that meant just holding him a little longer.

However, they couldn't stand there all day, not even if they wanted to. So, they shared one more kiss before getting the boys in their coats and heading out to the garage. Since Steve was still small enough to comfortably sit in the driver seat. Neither of them were prepared for another funeral, but as Steve held his hand out for Bucky, he was prepared to be there for his family. It was the least he could do.

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[kwantified]

waffles - zhong chenle

genre: highschool!chenji, fluff word count: 2.6k synopsis: a snitched secret leaves you feeling guilty, but there’s always chenle (and food). lowercase intended.

disclaimer! mild swearing (as teens do) and apologies in advance if it’s cringey. i’m new to this!

"fuck chaeri, they're going to kill me!"

"she needs to know! someone likes her!"

"but you don't know the name, though? what's the point?" at this moment, you realise it would've been better to have never told chaeri anything at all. damn it. who knew the same person who was able to keep all of your crushes since the seventh grade was now willingly announcing someone's feelings to the one person they shouldn't be announced to - at least, not yet.

"that's exactly the point. it's even more exciting to guess!" chaeri continues, "also, it's about time she gets a love life. i'm pretty sure ballet gets tiring sometimes."

you pull her shoulder, hoping to hold her back. your effort ignored, she instead approaches your friend, hong mijung, sitting on the leftmost seat in classroom 1-C. you watch in defeat as chaeri's lanky figure sways her way to the girl on the other side of the room. she tells mijung in squeals, a mix of excitement and shock. you could practically see mijung's heart drop after hearing her words.

mijung stands up, following chaeri to the hallway. her face is flushed bright red and her mouth moves fast. chaeri only reassures the shorter girl, trying to calm her down from the flustering news. it's an amusing sight; seeing mijung jump out of her calm, relaxed demeanour.

thankfully, you'd managed to stop yourself from spilling any names, and if mijung's already skipping beats at the idea of someone crushing on her, you can only imagine her usual ballerina bun undoing itself once she found out the hip-hop dancer from the studio upstairs had feelings for her.

feeling bouts of guilt and relief, you decide to head to your locker. exams are finally over; that means emptying your backpack of multiple textbooks and freeing you of weighted hell - even if that meant you would lose your only means of exercise.

"boo." you jump at the familiar voice behind you.

"halloween's so last season, zhong chenle," you turn around and get an eye-roll in response.

chenle cocks his head at the two girls heading downstairs, "what's going on with mijung?"

"why do you want to know?"

"because she doesn't usually do..." he trails off into silence. you begin to hear mijung's voice echo from two stories below, and chenle snaps his fingers, "...that."

"point taken," you try to find something in your locker to fiddle with, wanting to dismiss the conversation.

he folds his arms, leaning on the lockers in front of you. "anyways, what happened?"

you feel his gentle eyes waiting on your answer, and that's when you realise it's too late to scram.

"would you be mad if someone leaked your feelings for someone without your permission to the person you have feelings for?"

chenle thinks for a moment, "yeah."

"...don't tell me you did that," you can hear his cheery tone drop.

"to my defence, i didn't tell it was jisung," you pause, "i told chaeri, and chaeri only, that someone likes mijung." you began.

"should i tell jisung? mijung has class after this and i don't want her getting all giddy talking about crushes in front of him."

chenle tilts his head in thought, "yeah. just give him a warning. and an apology, because, you know, duh."

"fuck, i'm sorry." you sigh as you text jisung, letting a string of curses follow throughout.

"i feel like he likes her. like, like likes her. a lot." chenle nods, moving to face your back. he places his chin on your shoulder as the two of you watch jisung react with a sequence of 'oh my god's, 'shit's, and numerous variations of a keyboard smash.

chenle's hands go to your arms, rubbing it in an attempt to soothe you. "what's done is done."

still, you feel nervous. like, a queasy-weird nervous feeling from your gut or somewhere around there. somehow, it's familiar.

"yeah, i know, but-"

"have you tried the new café downtown?"

fuck. looks like the feeling isn't going away today.

"is 'not enough pocket money' a valid excuse or does that phrase just not make sense in your head?" you say sarcastically, turning your head to find him weirdly sweet-smelling. he chuckles in response, and you feel him beaming his usual ear-to-ear smile.

"i'll pay." he says nonchalantly, lifting his head from your shoulder, "plus, i don't want you to sulk over one thing you did for the next week."

"you can't buy me happiness," you retaliate, almost as if guarding your shame.

"hey, science says chocolate releases dopamine. makes you happy." he puts his arm around your shoulders. at this point, it's hard to tell whether he actually wants to get closer to you or if your shoulders are just the perfect height for an armrest. you wouldn't be surprised if it was the latter, but you're never sure about the former.

still, it feels nice.

it turns out the "café" chenle referred to was more of a "waffle and coffee stand" downtown, its tables and seats taken by groups of content faces already. chenle insists the two of you line up anyways, your and chenle's eyes targeting a certain chocolate waffle. you could practically feel the warmth radiating off of the food, and your mouth waters at the thought of fudge filling your tastebuds as an abundance of sweet and bitter scents fill your nostrils.

you see him huff cold air as he speaks, his nose turning a light shade of pink. his cheeks follow, and it's only when his eyes meet with yours that you realised two things: your face is also tinted pink, and you've been staring. panicked, you swiftly avert your eyes. you had expected an obnoxious laugh or a direct jab from his part, but to your surprise, he only smiles.

randomly, you blurt, "have you ever thought of bleaching your eyebrows?"

he laughs, and then says, "only during exam season. you know, i think it would fit on you - actually you’d look good in anything." he shrugs, earning him a confused look from you.

the worker inside the stand shouts the number on your receipt, and it takes a while for the two of you to recover from the first bites you take. it was like medicine, and the side effects were: jumping, letting out less than appropriate sounds, and annoying others around you. in other words, the waffles were stupidly good. and you watched chenle space out like he's never eaten food before.

and he gave you the stupidest smile and the stupidest laugh and did the stupidest thing: he cupped your cheeks and looked straight into your eyes and made you believe this might be about more than waffles - thankfully, he'd swallowed his bite and you laughed it off.

he calmed down a bit after that, but you still can't fathom his warm hands on your face. it just made you want to reach into your stomach with a giant net and catch all the little butterflies.

"i'll walk you home," he says, out of the blue. you knew his house was located around the block, but you didn't want to point it out. besides, he's walked you home before, and he knows his way around town by now.

"okay." you smile.

"i kind of want to get back on stage again."

"really?"

"yeah. i miss the thrill of it all, you know? just having so many peoples' eyes on me, and i honestly just love to hear everyone cheer or cry or react," he continues as the two of you wait before the crossing, "i think the most powerful thing about performing is just knowing that you're making someone feel something, whoever it is. i just- i don't know."

"no, i get it. i don't really perform at all, but i've seen how happy you get on stage."

you remember that one class trip after midterms, in the talent show. chenle and jisung signed up to perform a parody of soulja boy's "pretty boy swag" as a joke, and as stupid as the lyrics were, the crowd absolutely loved it.

you also remember surfing the internet to find videos of him singing all throughout his childhood, spamming him with links of the videos in a group chat with him. though you made fun of him, you were sure of one thing; he had a talent for it.

the light turns green, and the two of you bathe in seoul's city noises once more, different aromas of street food and soju lighting up several sections of the block.

"Y/N," he calls.

"yeah?"

"i feel like i've known you for a while," he says suddenly.

you suck in the cold air as the two of you brisk walk; you barely have any time to process what he's just said. quickly, you respond, "yeah, me too."

he catches your reaction and says again, "it's like i was meant to know you, y'know? something about you just makes me feel like i've spent lifetimes with you."

he waits for your response, but there's none. you don't know what to say. 'something about you.' something about me? what is there about me?

"how- how do you know?" it's normal for him to speak so straightforwardly, but today feels different. you can't quite put a finger on it.

"this is weird, but your voice is familiar... and comforting, now that i think about it."

how does he say that so casually?

just as you're still trying to understand his words to you, chenle gradually intertwines his hand with yours.

at first, it's okay, and you feel like the butterflies have multiplied by the hundreds. but slowly, questions start to infiltrate your mind, and you have no choice but to pull him over to talk. fortunately, you're close to your house, and where you live, the streets are much quieter than his.

you stop abruptly, turning his calm face confused.

"zhong. chenle."

"that's my name?"

"yeah," you nod, "care to explain?"

he leans in closer to you (which made two seconds seem like two years), asking for you to repeat it again. you take a deep breath.

"why do you do anything? like- with me?" all you see is a confused look.

"because i-"

"you're so casual about everything and i don't know how to feel about it because one day we're project group partners that never talk and the next you walk me the long way home!"

you start to look him up and down as you speak, your pupils going in a zig-zag pattern across the boy. you're frantic and spewing words you don't even remember wanting to say, but you're focused on him, and only him. not the sunset that's tinting his violet hair blue; not the neighbouring house gates that make him look taller than he actually his; not even the puddle he's so close to standing on it's a hair strand away from staining his jordans.

you know him, and only him and how much his hair's grown it's covering his eyes; him and how his blazer, when pulled to his elbows, makes him look a bit like a k-pop idol; him and his red, unpierced ears, which colours' still show through his hair.

"and you buy me all these treats and put your fucking arms around me and basically back hug me so many times and act like it's no big deal that i'm getting confused whether or not you want me close or if i'm just a convenient armrest?"

you genuinely feel yourself getting lightheaded. am i going crazy?

"wait, but i thought you liked that because i saw jisung do it-"

"it's different! jisung's a friend - more like a brother - and yeah, of course i like it, but with you it's different! it's like- it feels some way, like- it's just-" you trip up on your words and give up.

"i- have feelings for you." you slow down your pace.

you look up at him and realise his eyes saw you first. he smiles, again, and it's only then that you get the urge to hold his hand or snuggle into the crook of his neck.

luckily, zhong chenle's a mind reader, and he goes on to wrap his arms around you, letting your head rest on the crook of his neck as you mumble, over and over again the words i like you like you're getting used to its vowels sounding out of your throat. it's some type of warmth you don't think you'll ever get with five layers of padded jackets or stupidly good waffles - and it smells like sandalwood.

"you don't have to return my feelings, just- know that i feel this way."

"i thought it was obvious?"

you pull away from the embrace, "what was obvious?"

"i've liked you since after that trip. you know, when i injured my ankle after the talent show," he shrugs, "you just came to the nurse's area, where i was, and you just- stayed there to be with me the entire night. and from then you just always approached me and, i don't know, treated me like a person instead of a walking bank."

"and i guess it didn't seem so obvious for you because we only really got close because of jisung, who you've known for forever. but i did go out of my way a few times, though."

"wait, when?"

"for starters, i walked you home a lot, bought you lunch a few times, paid for the cake on your birthday-"

"that was you?"

he scoffs.

"oh, i see." you hit him playfully, "that's why chaeri wasn't complaining about her wallet."

"but honestly," you began, "i think i've always thought you were a great, funny guy even before the trip. i remember you on the first day of school, basically shouting through the halls with your other friends from the second and third years. and i just remember, the first time hearing you talk and thinking: you're so damn confident. and when you got hurt and nobody really came to see you, i was just like, shit - nobody's going to check on him other than jisung?"

you continue as the two of you are nearing your house, pouring out the unspoken after months and months of bottling it up.

suddenly, chenle's phone rings. it's jisung calling.

"jisung-ah! call me later-"

unable to hear jisung, you read the call through chenle's face.

"wait... HOLY SHIT SERIOUSLY?"

"DUDE-" he looks down, unintentionally meeting your eyes. his tone softens, "dude, tell me later tonight, kay? i'm... in public right now."

you raise an eyebrow at him.

"well, i'm with Y/N."

then jisung speaks again, and chenle replies with a "yeah."

"oh- okay," he puts the call on speaker. the second he does that, the first thing you hear from jisung is "Y/N! GOD BLESS YOU."

"wait- why?"

"MIJUNG JUST ASKED ME OUT!"

you look to chenle, "i-is he kidding?"

"NO I'M NOT! I ALREADY PINCHED MYSELF THRICE- THIS IS INSANE!"

chenle laughs, "when and where?"

"movies and dinner... i'm never getting over this."

"wait so... does that mean you're not mad at me anymore?"

"well, you were kind of a snitch but i guess that ended well, so... no."

"i won't snitch next time, i promise. unless-"

"Y/N, there won't be a next time! there's no way i'm gonna stop liking mijung."

"proud of you bud. call us later, yeah? we're getting on the bus right now." chenle says nonchalantly, ending the call just like that.

"why did you lie?"

he grins and takes your hand in his, "why do you think?"

"oh, shut up," you laugh, reaching up to peck his cheek goodbye.

he looks at you, shocked, making you two simultaneously burst into laughter together. 

“ya! your breath smells like waffles!”

#nct #nct dream #chenle #zhong chenle #park jisung #waffles #fluff #nct dream fluff #kpop imagines #kpop #fanfic #imagine #au #high school

[cassiedangerclouds]

Everything Is Green {Krii7y}

DeviantArt: SugarHigh100 (Smii7y)

Twitter: Beaudicea (Kryoz)

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Trigger Warning!: In this story, I will write about colour blindness. Sorry if I do not get it correct as I myself do not suffer from anything of the sort (I am mildly longsighted). If this may offend you, please don't read. And I would really love to hear from some colour blind people on how I can fix my perception of it up in case I write this type of thing again.

Remember that this is MY interpretation of colour blindness (Protanomaly and Tritanopia), this is how I understood what I read from my research. So please don't take it personally if I get it completely wrong.

In this story, there will also be:

Anxiety Attacks –Based off of the ones I get. Because everyone experiences these differently-

Bullying (mentioned)

Swearing

Self-Deprecating Tendencies

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Life gets pretty boring when all you see if various shades of green, grey and if you're lucky, violet.

But not the pretty, dark violet everyone else sees. No, it's a dull, kind of light version.

That's just life when your parents are Red-Green and Blue-Yellow colour blind and you pull the short straw on both ends.

No, I couldn't just have one; like not perceiving reds or greens properly. Or maybe become a very rare case and not be able to see blues properly.

No.

I ended up Red-Green in one eye and Blue-Yellow in the other.

So my world is full of dull, warped greens, boring and monotonous blacks and whites, only light grey and maybe, if luck wants to grace me, with violet. I strive for the moments that slightly purply-blue colour pops, I try to capture every detail of the moment so that I can try recreate it.

My parents try to tell me that when I'm older, my eyes may get better.

But I know that they won't.

Magic doesn't exist. If you're born with these things, you live with them forever.

People get weirded out by me. I confuse them. So I learnt to keep to myself. I sit under the trees, on the grass, things that should be blindingly green and are but just a dull blue really.

I got told that my glasses would help me see colours properly, but the kids all picked on me, so I don't wear them anymore.

The glasses were pretty cool I guess, I mean they were blue and red, and the world looked amazing back in fifth grade for the month that I wore them.

It's been five years since I've worn them though, I figured that, if I was picked on in fifth grade, high school would be no saving grace. So they sit in draw at home, collecting dust.

I guess life isn't too bad, I mean, at least I'm not blind. But this is no better.

"Hey. Hey. Can you hear me?" I kept my head down, knowing exactly who it was.

"I asked you a question."

I looked up, not too much, just enough to see if it was who I thought it was, "Yeah. I guess. I'm not deaf." I said, tapping my fingers against the ground.

"I'm not here to pick on you kid. I'm not an arsehole. My friends and I saw you sitting by yourself and I wanted to know if you wanted some company."

This time he caught my full attention, "Like for real? This isn't some big joke that Evan and all that set up to give me hope?" I asked.

He laughed, "Nah dude, honestly, Evan and his friends are a little overrated." He said, "With the exception of like Ryan. Oh and Craig, he hangs out with us sometimes."

I smiled, "I mean, sure. I guess that I could come and sit with you guys." I said.

"Sick." He said, helping me up.

He led me over to a table, not far from where I was sitting, I noticed him stumbling a little.

"Hey fuckers. I'm back." He announced.

"No one gives a fuck John." One of the other males at the table replied, looking up from his phone.

"Fuck you to, bitch." John replied.

"So guys, this is...uh I never asked your name, did I?" John asked.

"Good goin' John. You see a lonely kid, invite him over, but don't even ask his name." another said, this one was for sure in grey.

I snickered a little, looking over the group, of course, looking at everyone wasn't going to help me tell them apart, but it was worth a shot.

"HEY! That sounded a lot better in my head." The grey one stated.

"So, what's your name stranger?" one of the guys closest to me asked.

Come on, just say Jaren. "Lukas." I answer. What the fuck did I say that for?

"Well Lukas. As you could figure out, I'm John. In order around the table from my left. Cameron, Ryan, Craig, Anthony and...where did Crystal go?" John asked for a person I guess was here before he came over to me.

Crazy hair, grey guy, glasses, panda case. I recited in my head, it was the only way I'd actually remember them.

"Brock's nut of a sister came over and requested that her friend join her for a conversation." Anthony, I think, answered.

I frowned, "Cassidy isn't too crazy." I stated, causing everyone to stare at me.

"What. She used to be my..." I trailed off, "Never mind. Why did you invite me over here. I'm just the weird kid."

"We're all weird here." Cameron said, completely ignoring my slip up or at least I hope he did.

"I mean. Probably not. At least compared to me. Nobody is as mutant as I am."  I stated, looking down.

"What. Why? Because your eyes are different a little off centre or your hair is white? Every time I saw you, I always thought you just bleached it, like John does with his." Craig said with a shrug.

I sighed, shaking my head, "Okay. Don't like freak or anything okay John. But like, that jumper you're wearing is probably rad. But it's like literally all green, different shades. But to me. That whole thing is green, except the white bits near your wrists." I always found it was an easy way to explain my problem to people by talking about something that probably wasn't green and trying to tell them that's how I see it. "I can imagine and sort of figure out the colours, because I've done it for so long-"

"What shades of green?" John asked.

I shrugged, "The top is like a lime kind of colour. So it's probably like yellow or somet'in'. Uh, the middle is a dull green. So that's like red or orange, I don't remember because I don't see those colours a lot. The top of the sleeves is like, mint ice cream green. So they're some type of blue." I explained, hoping I got the colours close.

"That's so cool dude." John said.

"How do you live like that? Not being able to see colours. Only green?" Craig asked.

"Well. I mainly see the green spectrum, but I can see light grey, black, white and sometimes, violet. But it's like not the cool dark violet colour, it's more like what I think you would see as a cross between magenta maybe and periwinkle. I can see some shades of yellow, kind of. Most colours appear as greens though." I explained, tapping my fingers against my leg.

"Well, sit down you weird ass human." Cameron said.

I smiled, shaking my head, "Sorry. This was a nice..experience, but I'm just gonna leave." I said, turning around, I walked back towards where I was.

Suddenly I was on the ground, noticeably colder than before.

I looked up and saw my jumper in John's hands.

"Hey, fuck you. Give me my jumper back, it's cold." I demanded, getting off my arse, snatching my jumper out of his hands, slipping it over my head.

"It's a mild fifteen degrees, it's not that cold." Cameron stated.

"Shut up, you Kiwi fuck. We get it that it's fucking freezing in New Zealand." A feminine voice said from behind me.

Cameron pouted, "Piss off you Aussie bitch." He stated.

"Oh, and this is Crystal. Crystal, this is –"

"Hey Luke." Crystal said with a shrug.

"Vibe." I returned, watching as they walked over and sat between Cameron and Ryan.

"Wait- you two know each oth-"

"Whatever, reunions are boring. What did the nut want with you, aye?" Cameron asked, nudging Crystal's shoulder.

Crystal shrugged, "Never say that again. Worst Australian accent ever. Come on Fitzy, you're the closest one to where I'm from and you can't even fake a believable accent." They said.

The group started to banter, giving me the perfect chance to slip away.

I kept walking, not really knowing where I was going, I just knew I had to get away from that group before something bad happened to them because of me.

"Hey. Hey! Lukas, wait up." I heard a call from behind me, recognising John's voice, I picked up my pace, not watching where I was going.

Once more I was on the ground and I noticed that it was because I had bumped into someone. I stood up, "I'm so sorry. I-" my breath hitched.

In front of me stood well known school menace and Evan's right hand man Jonathan.

"I-I'm so so sorry. Uh, Delirious." I said, I could feel myself shaking.

Delirious turned to face me, and I could feel my lungs get heavy.

"Dude. Are you okay?" he asked me, sending me into surprise.

"What?" I managed to squeak out.

"I asked if you were okay? You hit me pretty hard and fell to the floor." Delirious said.

I shrugged, "I'm uh. Fine. Just yeah. Sorry." I stammered, my breathing starting to even out.

"Lukas, why are you-" I heard John stop dead, his boots squeaking as he skidded on the hallway floor. "Fuck."

"Well, if you're okay. Then I'm just gonna walk away." Delirious said, walking away.

I was still shaking, I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight.

"Dude, are you okay?" I heard John was near me now.

But I still didn't open my eyes, I shakily pointed at my bag, "Pap- Pap- Bag" I started coughing.

"Pap Bag. Pap. Paper Bag! Oh, get the paper out of your bag!" John figured out, quickly flipping the latch on my bag and handing me the almost empty bag.

"I don't understand how this will help you." John said.

I cupped my hand around the opening, placing it near my mouth, breathing in and out into the bag.

My breathing went back to normal after five minutes and the coughing stopped.

I moved it away and drew in a deep breath.

"What the fuck was that?" John asked, making me painfully aware that he was still there.

I opened my eyes to see him standing in front of me, "That was an anxiety attack you fucking idiot. Holy shit. I could've-no-probably would've passed out if you hadn't have helped me. Jesus, I haven't had one that bad in a while." I stated, half talking to myself.

"Your welcome. I mean, I don't know how to respond." John said.

I smiled, "Thank you. But seriously. I thought that Jonathan was a bully. He didn't even threaten me. I think a lot of people just spread rumours and one rumour made it out and became popular saying that the BBS are bullies. They're probably just a bunch of misunderstood kids. I- I'm sorry for walking off." I said.

"Nah dude. My friends can be a little much sometimes, even for me." He said.

"Oh. Okay. Well, I'm still sorry. It was a good thing you did you know, asking me to join you guys. Your friends don't seem to bad. I'd probably fit in with you all. I feel like a big dou-"

I felt something warm against my lips for a split second and then it was gone.

"You talk too much." John stated.

My face started heating up, "What the fuck? We haven't even known each other for a day. John you're fucking weird," I stated, pulling my sleeve over my hand, wiping my mouth.

He laughed, "You enjoyed it. Don't deny it." He said.

Maybe I did. It doesn't matter, I don't even know the guy. "No I didn't." I retorted, but I knew my body language said otherwise.

"You're a bad lyre Lukas. You're red as a firetruck." He teased.

"Shut up you fucking prick." I muttered.

He rolled his eyes, "Come on. Come and hang out with me and my band of Misfits." He said.

I sighed, "Fine." I said and we walked back towards his friends, maybe a bit closer than previously.

But seriously, who the fuck kisses someone they just met? Like what even is that?

"Someone who has a set." John replied.

"Fuck. I said that out loud. Sorry." I said.

He stopped and turned to face me, "Stop fucking apologising. You've done nothing wrong." He said.

And that's when I noticed one small thing, well not really small thing, but it was something that would this was a moment I'd never forget.

~

Everything is green.

But his hair is my favourite colour.

Because it is violet.

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Authors Note:

Hi guys!

Yes, I am a weirdo. I would've made it John's eyes, except that in this case it wouldn't work because John's eyes are blue and for them to be violet, they'd have to be yellow. Which just isn't realistic.

Anyway, that's it.

#krii7y #smii7y x kryoz #kryozgaming #smii7y #gay baby gang #banana bus squad

[pink-rea]

even in death

Ghost!Allen AU

Tags: Violence, Major Character Death, AU - Ghosts, Trans Allen Walker, POC Allen Walker

Summary

Allen struggles to his feet, feeling as if his body is moving through molasses. With a sharp tug he finally stands, feeling something break inside him, like a string being pulled taut before snapping completely.

The moon shines down on him, casting everything into shades of grey. The bamboo stalks stand silent and watchful around him, casting long shadows across the ground. Allen looks down at his hands. Or hand, to be more precise. Because his left arm is gone. Just... gone. And that's not the only thing that's strange. His hand is glowing with a soft green light, his whole body in fact.

And then he looks down and sees the face of his own dead body staring back at him.

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night one ¤ powerless

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Allen struggles to his feet, feeling as if his body was moving through molasses. With a sharp tug, he feels something break inside him, like a string that was suddenly pulled taut before snapping completely. He finally stands on his own two feet, looking up at the moon hanging high above him. The bamboo stalks around him stand as silent sentries, casting dark shadows across the ground.

What happened?

Tyki was here, and he… but I'm right here, so what…?

Could I have survived that?

Allen looks over at his left arm. And it's… it's gone. His left arm is gone. But that isn't the only thing thing that's strange.

Because Allen is glowing. Literally glowing. A soft green light surrounds him, shifting and changing like fire. And then Allen looks down and sees the face of his own dead body staring up at him, blue eyes glassy and vacant. Allen’s eyes widen and he steps back, out of his body.

“What…? What the...” Allen stares down at the body. It's… it's him. And it's definitely dead. He looks down at his hands. His glowing hands. 

It’s still not sinking in.

He… he can't really be dead, can he?

He's standing right here.

Except, Allen notices with the chill of ice water trickling down his spine, he's not breathing. He gasps in a breath of air and nearly cries out in relief when the oxygen enters his lungs. 

For how long wasn't he breathing?

Allen looks down at his hand, the deep brown skin now holding an ethereal glow.

What's happening to him? He can't really be dead, can he? But looking down at the dead body in front of him, a sinking feeling in his gut, he wonders if he really can.

“You poor kid.” A female voice says from behind him, and Allen whirls around. A girl with orange hair and gray eyes with odd amorphous hands stands before him, a sad look on her face. She sighs. “It’s always the young ones. What am I gonna tell Bak?”

“What do you mean? Miss?” Allen asks, reaching for her.

But she’s already turning away, and Allen cries out as his hand goes right through her. “Sorry kid. But this isn’t your fight anymore. There’s nothing more you can do.”  

Allen looks at the stump where his left arm used to be, swallowing hard, and then looks back and clenches his fist. “I don’t believe that. If this isn’t my fight, then what did I work so hard for?! What did I die for? There has to be something I can do.”

The woman looks back at him and smiles, her eyes sad. “Try your best, then. I won’t stop you.”

Allen brings up his hand and clenches his fist in front of his chest. “I will.” He says determinedly.

And inside him, a fire blooms.

.

Allen is sitting on the ground, looking down at the face of his former body. The blood has long cooled underneath it, however the scent of blood never reaches Allen's nose. The wind blows throughout the clearing, making the bamboo reeds rattle against each other as the wind whispers through the trees. Despite this, no wind plays across Allen's face or hair. It simply blows right through him, as if he wasn't even there.

He should really go find his friends. However he can't stop himself from hesitating, the hopelessness and powerlessness of it all clutching at his heart like a vice.

How can he help his friends like this? He can't affect anything in the physical world. He should know. He'd tried everything to touch his body, to touch anything around him. He had phased right through all of it, in fact the only thing he didn't seem to phase through was the ground.

…How can he keep walking like this? 

Allen blinks and looks up as a shape rises up from his dead body, coalescing into a person that pulls themselves up with a grunt. Allen's nonexistent heart stops in his chest. The person in front of him appears to be male, with dark spiky curls, grey skin and sharp golden eyes, the stigma standing out starkly on his forehead. He glows with a soft purple light, his clothes looking old and travel worn, unlike Allen's Exorcist clothes, which look brand new. 

That was inside him...?

The man's sharp eyes land on him. He raises an eyebrow. "Well you look a lot more different than I remember."

Allen frowns, getting to his feet. "What are you talking about? Just… who are you?"

The man scowls. "What do you mean? I'm Neah, you idiot. Surely you couldn't have forgotten…" Neah looks down at his hands and jumps. "Ah! What the fuck?! Why the hell am I glowing?"

Hesitating, Allen says, "you're a ghost." He sighs, scratching at his cheek nervously.

Neah turns, blinking at him. "You're kidding me." He says incredulously.

Allen's a bit incredulous himself, though more about the fact that he's having an actual civil conversation with a Noah than about being dead at this point. 

Allen shakes his head.

Neah looks down at himself again, then up at Allen, a scowl on his face. "You've screwed up royally, then. The one thing I asked you to do, to keep my memory safe, and what do you do? You get yourself killed instead!"

Allen scowls himself, clenching his fist. "You didn't ask me to do anything! Whatever happened to you, it isn't my fault!"

Neah stops, frowning. "You… you aren't him."

Aren't who? Allen wonders.

Neah half turns away from him, flapping a hand dismissively. "Well, whatever. I can't change it, so I might as well go have some fun."

Neah turns and begins to walk away. "Wait!" Allen calls. "Where are you going?"

Neah turns back to look at him and shoots him a self satisfied smile. "To go haunt my brother. Where else?"

Allen blinks, and he's gone.

Allen looks down at the ground, then up at the lightening sky. He hesitates, then clenches his fists in determination. 

Lenalee.

Lavi.

Krory.

Allen turns and leaves his body behind. He has friends to find.

.

The sun is rising by the time he finds the ship. It looks good as new, which doesn’t seem right until his eyes land on the newest Exorcist within their party. “Miranda!” Allen exclaims with a smile, running over towards them.

But they all completely ignore him, talking amongst themselves.

“I just can’t believe it. He seemed so s-strong!” Miranda sobs.

Lenalee nods with a tremulous smile, wiping tears off her face even as they roll down her cheeks. “I know. I can’t believe it either.”

From their cabin, Krory’s bereaved sobs could be heard emanating all throughout the ship. 

“...you guys?” Allen asks, uncertain.

“Guys, c’mon. We have to be strong, for Allen’s sake.” Lavi says, placing a hand on each of their shoulders with a smile. “He wouldn’t want us crying over him, would he?”

Lenalee laughs wetly. “Of course not. He’s Allen, after all.”  

They’re grieving for him. They think he’s… completely gone.

“C’mon, guys. Let’s go see if Krorykins is alright.” Everyone gets up and walks past him towards the Exorcist’s cabin. The door shuts behind them, and Allen slumps, sitting down on the deck of the ship. 

They're grieving. And it's his fault. And the worst part is that he has to watch, powerless to stop it.

Powerless.

That's never been a word he's liked.

.

As time passed aboard the ship, Allen gave into his new hobby. It was, to put it quite simply, spying. Allen gave people their privacy, but other than that, he had quite a bit of fun following sailors around going about their business. He learned each sailor's name and each of their shifts, and thought himself quite smart until he slipped while Henry was on mopping duty, sending him falling overboard.

With the crashing waves rushing towards him, all he could think was that he really didn't want to land in the water. His body jolts to a stop, now floating just above the waves. Allen blinks, looking down into the depths below. He gulps, glancing around for the ship. It's already a good distance away, and alarm pulses through Allen's nonexistent veins. 

“Okay, just like walking.” Allen tells himself, and takes a step forward. And another. And another. Soon he realizes that he’s literally walking on air. He breaks into a run, and soon catches up with the ship, diving back over the railing and into safety. He lies on the deck of the ship, a grin on his face. Then a sailor steps through his chest, and he yelps, phasing through the deck. He hits the floor with no noise to accompany his fall, getting up with a sigh. At least he can’t feel pain anymore.

“Anita, are you sure you want to do this?” Allen looks over to see Mahoja and Anita sitting together on a loveseat, Anita in the bigger woman’s lap while she brushed her fingers gently through her hair. 

Allen feels as though he’s infringed on something he shouldn’t have, and is about to leave when Anita answers. “The Exorcists need out help, Mahoja. We can’t just leave them with nothing.”

Mahoja wraps her arms around her. “You know, we’re probably going to die on this voyage. Us, and every last one of our crewmen.”

Anita kisses her jaw. “There’s no use regretting what we can’t change, Mahoja.” She says with a sad smile. “All we can do is make this voyage last.”

Allen’s heard enough. Taking a step upwards, he walks up into the air and ascends through the ceiling and back into open air. After that he does some experimenting. Can I just… float? Allen wonders one day, on a particularly breezy day. Standing on a packaging crate, he taps his lips in thought. How had he done it before? Well, it had been more of a strong wish not to drown. And he had been floating, he realizes. It had been him who decided that walking was how it worked.

Taking a deep breath to fortify himself, he pushes off of the crate and into the air. He gives an excited whoop as he ascends into the air, and starts doing laps around the ship, laughing all the while. He feels something weird going on with his legs and glances back only to see that his legs have merged together to form a ghostly tail. 

He screams in surprise when he flies straight into the rigging, the ropes breaking with an audible snap. It broke? How? Terrified screams echo below him, and Allen’s eyes widen. There are two sailors that must have been on the rigging when Allen hit it, now falling to either death or possibly great injury. 

Before Allen knows what he’s doing, he’s streaking after them. He flies as fast as he can, the wind that he can no longer feel going right through him. He catches the first sailor he reaches, awkwardly slinging him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. And then it’s like the whole world changes. He can feel the wind on his face, and the weight and the not-feeling of the sailor on top of him, his body suddenly feeling weighed down and heavy. Allen shakes his head to clear it, flying desperately to reach the other sailor. But how is he going to catch him? He only has one arm! 

“Extend!” And then Lavi is there with the handle of his hammer extended, catching the other sailor with his free arm. He looks back at Miranda, standing in the doorway and watching with wide eyes. “Are you doing this, Miranda?” Lavi asks, pointing with his hand still holding onto the end of his hammer.

Miranda shakes her head. “N-No. I can’t do that.”

Lavi frowns over towards Allen, the handle of his hammer shrinking as he lowers to the ground. Allen does the same, gently floating his cargo to the deck of the ship. He sets him down gently, and the sailor looks up at him. Allen realizes that he can’t be older than twelve or thirteen. “What are you?” He asks in confusion. Allen smiles and ruffles his hair. The kid laughs. “Hey!” He bats away Allen’s hand with a smile, and Allen grins. The kid looks down at the ground, his dark eyes nervous yet grateful. “Thank you for, um, saving me.”

“You’re welcome.” Allen says, even though he’s pretty sure he won’t hear it. He squeezes the kid’s shoulder and walks away.

.

All of the Exorcists are currently sitting in the dining hall, or the dining hull as some people have dubbed it. It’s a small and quaint room filled with tables and cooking food, with just enough space for everyone considering how the sailors switched shifts. Room has been made for the Exorcists to sit down and enjoy the food. Or, what constituted as food on a ship at sea. Which mostly consisted of bitter ale and stew of mysterious origin. But Lavi wasn’t complaining. He’s had worse.

Lavi just wishes this cold spell would blow over. He’s been cold for days, and though he can find the occasional spot of warmth, it’s getting a little annoying. The crew members have been complaining about it too, now that Lavi thinks about it.

“Are you okay, Miranda?" Lenalee asks worriedly. 

"Yes, I'm fine. A-And don't worry about me, you should be more worried about yourself! No, wait…" Miranda says, horrified mutterings being said under her breath. It makes Lavi wonder just what exactly she's saying.

"It's okay, Miranda. I understood what you meant." Lenalee says with a sad smile. She frowns. "Has anyone gone to check that those two crewmembers are okay?"

Lavi grins. "According to the rumor mill, they're both still alive and kicking."

Lenalee sighs in relief. "That's good."

Krory sighs. “This voyage seems never ending. Does anyone know how much longer it’s going to take to get to our destination?” He asks hopefully.

“About 49 days last I heard,” Lavi tells him, and Krory slumps in his seat. “And before then we’ll have to stop for supplies at some point.” Lavi clears his throat. “By the way, have any of you seen Timcanpy?” He asks awkwardly.

“You lost him?! Lavi!” Lenalee exclaims.

Miranda and Krory look at him accusingly with tears shining in their eyes.

“Woah, you guys! First off, I didn’t lose him, he flew out of my pocket while I wasn’t looking. Second off, I’m sure he’s fine. Timcanpy can take care of himself. I mean, it’s not like there are any cats on board, right?”

“Lavi, there are at least three cats on board.” Lenalee deadpans.

Lavi laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his head. “Alright, so we’ll look for him.”

Miranda looks thoughtful. “I-Is anyone else curious about who saved that other crewmember?”

Lavi grins. “Well, according to the rumor mill we’re either haunted or being watched over by a guardian angel.” He says, pointing above his head to indicate a halo.

“Haunted…” Miranda trails off. Her face takes on an uncertain, hopeful cast. “C-Could it be Allen, do you think?” 

Krory’s eyes light up. “Yes, Allen! It has to be!” They look at each other with hope filled eyes, and Lavi sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“Look guys, it was just a rumor. It doesn’t have any evidence based on fact. You shouldn’t get your hopes up.” Lavi says. I know I won’t.

“But… the floating!” Krory exclaims.

Lavi sighs. “That kid could be an Akuma for all we know.” Or even a new Innocence accommodator. “It’s a much more reasonable explanation than ghosts and guardian angels.” 

Miranda and Krory look at him stubbornly.

Lenalee, who had remained silent up until this point, says quietly. “Guys… we saw the body.” Lavi shivers, feeling cold to the bone. “There was… no way to recover from that. There’s no way it’s him.” And Lenalee gets up from the table, looking pale. Lavi says quick goodbyes to the others and follows her into the latrine. He rubs her back as she vomits into a toilet, holding her hair back for her. When she’s done Lavi hands her a glass of water, and she smiles gratefully at him.

“It was like this last time, too.” Lavi observes.

Lenalee nods, smile sad. “Yeah, it was.”

When they had gone looking for their friend, they hadn’t been expecting to find his body. The stink of rotten flesh, feces, and rotten eggs permeated the air when they had arrived at the place where Timcanpy’s recording had ended. Lenalee and Lavi had looked at each other with apprehension in their eyes. Lenalee had gone first. What she had seen had made her stagger aside and vomit onto the ground. Lavi had stepped forward and seen something he had hoped to never see again.

Allen’s body was bloated and stiff, with a distinctly purple tone to his skin, bodily fluids leaking out of his nose and ears. Flies buzzed around him, maggots feasting on his flesh. Lavi felt sick. He didn’t want to believe what he had seen. 

But he had to.

He went over to Lenalee and started to rub her back, belatedly holding her hair back from the line of fire.

When she was done, Lenalee turned toward him. “Lavi. How could this have happened?” She asked, tears streaking down her face.

Lavi blinked his eye, fighting back tears of his own. “I don’t know, Lenalee. I don’t know.” Lenalee hugged him, shaking as tears wracked her body. Lavi laid his head against her shoulder to mask his own tears, holding onto her tightly.

When they pulled away, Lavi looked down to see a playing card lying on the ground between them. His brows furrowed. “What’s this?” He picks it up. It’s the Ace of Spades. 

Lavi looked around and noticed the playing cards scattered all around. He gives a sad smile. “C’mon, let’s pick these up.” They picked up the cards, Lavi keeping the Ace of Spades while Lenalee kept the Queen.

Lavi blinks himself out of his memories as he smiles at Lenalee. “C’mon, let’s get outta here.”

Lenalee and Lavi both stand and make their way out of the latrine. Lavi shivers. It’s still so cold. Lavi’s about to ask Lenalee if she wants to go on deck when an explosion rocks the ship. “Woah!” Lavi grabs onto the wall as the floor dips from underneath his feet. They look at each other, Lenalee activating her boots.

“Akuma.”

.

Allen follows Lavi and Lenalee as they ascend staircase after staircase towards the deck of the ship. Timcanpy wriggles from inside the collar of his shirt, poking his head out to see what’s going on. Luckily he’s invisible as well, mostly because of a few… incidents after he had left Lavi for Allen. 

Allen shakes his head to clear it, his feet making no sound to accompany Lenalee’s and Lavi’s footsteps as they pound up the stairway and onto the deck. The ship is in total chaos, crewmembers running every which way in order to avoid the attacks raining down on them. A woman trips and a bullet rips through her stomach. She screams, stars travelling up her neck and down her arms. But then there’s a flash of gold and the sound of a clock striking twelve, and the stars retreat from her skin, the wound in her stomach closing as if it never were. 

But Allen knows the wound is still there. And so does she, judging by the grim, determined look on her face. Lenalee kicks off with her boots, only to flip backwards in mid air as deadly streams of light streak past her, breaking into the deck of the ship and making it rock dangerously under Allen’s feet. Then the ship forcibly rights itself, the breaks in the wood sealing over with flashes of golden light. “Lavi, where are the Akuma?” Lenalee yells over the screams of the crewmen.

“I don’t know!” Lavi yells back, ducking behind his enlarged hammer as beams of light strike against it.

Allen’s eye has been activated since the Akuma arrived. So he knows, with perfect black and white clarity, that the Akuma are hiding up above the clouds. But he has no way to communicate this to them. Maybe he could grab Lavi’s arm and make him point to where they are? But that seems inefficient, plus what if Lavi’s arm gets blown off or something?

“Well, try flying up there to see!” Lavi says. Lenalee nods, a determined expression on her face. Kicking off higher into the air, she flies at a fast rate towards the Akuma. Allen kicks off into the air and follows. But he doesn’t get far.

“Title: The Girl and the Sky.” Allen hears the familiar sound of an Akuma’s voice, like static over a radio. 

Then Lenalee screams as she hurtles down from the sky.

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