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So...considering we’re on the home stretch of the greatest show of all time--a show that has been a huge part of my life for the last eight years--I figured now was probably a good time to start doing reactions and reviews. I’ve seen a lot of Tumblrs do this, and I want to join in on that.

So basically, I’m gonna start by just doing a bullet point list of reactions as I go. Fair warning, I get very excited and very into this show, so the list’ll probably be pretty long. But hopefully you enjoy it! And, even if you don’t, this gives me something to look back on years down the line. XD

Also, my mom is watching it with me, so I might include some of her reactions/our discussion in my list too!

And, because I can, at the end of all of it, I’ll give a much more concise review/reaction based on how I feel after the whole episode’s over. Because why not. XD

Enjoy my watching! XD <3

Oh we’re starting!

...did I miss the “then” title card?

Oh wait there it is.

Dude we’re going FAR back on this “then”. I wonder what that means?

My poor baby crying again. :(

DEAN’S APRON OH MY GOD I’M DEAD! XD XD <3 <3

“It was. In the 50s.” Point taken.

My poor baby. :( :( :( :(

Oh so killing Amara is officially a plan? Okay then.

“I’ve killed Hitler.” I can’t believe he’s still talking about that! XD

Actually I can believe he’s still talking about it, I take that back.

DEAN WITH THE MARIO BROTHERS OMG!!

Okay, I know this episode has something to do with them celebrating holidays because of a fairy or nymph or something like that, and this is already feeling like a light-hearted, fun, domestic Winchesters episode. I hope it stays that way. <3

Have you tried turning it back off and turning it on again? Hit reset.

HE READ MY MIND!

MEAT MAN!! XD XD

Ummm...okay then.

Also SCOOBY-DOO UNDIES!!! DEAN YOU DORK!! XD XD <3

In case you haven’t figured it out yet, Jack is my favorite and Dean is my second-favorite.

“Language!” “That’s it I’m getting my gun.” XD XD

I can already tell that so many of my reactions are probably just gonna be me quoting and then laughing. XD

They don’t seem very concerned? Shouldn’t random people not be able to get in?

This lady is such a mom omg.

Mrs. Butters? XD

Wood nymph. Got it.

“Shouldn’t you be in the woods somewhere? Nymphing?” XD XD (P.S. That was my mom’s favorite line in this episode. XD)

You what now?

Necessities of life?

Hmmm….I like her, but she weirds me out. Something is off.

Dean’s “oof that’s awkward” face. XD

“2020.” Hearing that year said out loud just feels...oof. Just oof.

Poor nymph…

Wait, haven’t we seen those symbols before? Maybe I’m making that up.

HA! “It’s kind of been one apocalypse after the other.” He’s not kidding.

OOOOH!! HERE COME THE HOLIDAYS!!!

WAIT WHAT IS THAT TELESCOPE THING?

WAIT WAIT WAIT WHAT??!! A MONSTER radar??!! Dude WHAT?! Man, they’ve needed something like that for YEARS!

Wait wait wait...relatively nearby….it’s not gonna ping because of Jack is it?? SHE’S NOT GONNA HURT JACK IS SHE??!!

Oh okay nevermind. Just a vamp nest.

Say what now?

We can...that just...umm...okay then??

“Heck...heck yeah.” XD XD XD

Yeah I’m with Sam on this one. She seems innocent, but, like…

Dean does have a point though.

But also things like this never last. It’s too good to be true.

MY BABY!!!

“She’s probably harmless, but just in case, watch yourself”?? Dean that was a terrible way to do that but okay.

Snickerdoodles. XD

My poor baby looks so lost. :(

I mean...Dean makes a good point there. But also the son of Satan is adorable and she’s suspicious. But anyways.

“Ignoring your trauma doesn’t make you healthy.” SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT OMG!!! XD XD XD <3 <3 <3 <3

...Jack is hiding something? IS JACK HIDING SOMETHING?!

...do we know what Jack is hiding??

The only thing I can think of is that he knows about Cas’s deal with the empty, but he had a soul when that happened, and it wasn’t really eating at him then. Is it eating at him more now for some reason??

IS JACK HIDING SOMETHING??!!

Jesus christ this is gonna bother me…

Okay but when has that ever actually worked, Dean?

Awww….

I’m guessing they didn’t tell her he’s a nephilim? If they don’t really trust her--which they don’t--they shouldn’t. Is there a chance she knows already? I feel like she wouldn’t be acting like that if she did.

Vamps watching a movie with vamps. Classy. XD

...ew…

At least they’re drinking from bags instead of from humans I guess?

Nice slicing at the same time, boys.

Huh. Well. That was easy. Too easy?

CHRISTMAS! XD <3

THE TRAIN OMG!! XD XD <3 <3

Their faces. XD

HER DANCE!

Okay she’s kind of adorable not gonna lie.

“We are so keeping her.” XD XD

DEAN’S LITTLE EXCITED HANDS ON THE RAILING OMG I’M DEAD!! XD XD <3 <3 <3

If I can’t get adorable Jack right now, I’m okay with adorable Dean. XD <3 <3

Sam is still suspicious, but Dean is totally into it.

“Enjoy the world you’re fighting for.” That was really quick and so subtle, but d*mn that’s a good line.

MY BABY!!!!

HIIIII JACK!!! I MIIIIISSSSSED YOOOOOUUU!!! <3 <3 <3

Uh-oh. I don’t like the way she said “what are you”. DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH MY BABY!!!

“He’s a millennial.” XD XD

DEAN IN THAT NIGHTGOWN OMG!!! I know it was in the promo photos, but seeing it in the context of the episode is even funnier. XD

Sam’s gagging at his bro’s “down there” bits lol.

Oof. She is VERY absentminded by Jack and whatever he is. No likey.

...hmm. I still don’t trust her with Jack.

“Poppycock”???

HA!! “I’m worried about your cholesterol.”

And Sam and Jack’s little smiles at that omg. <3 <3 <3

“We got one!” IS THAT A HILLYWOOD PARODY REFERENCE/GHOSTBUSTER REFERENCE??!! Because IT FEELS LIKE ONE!!!

The way they’re running to their rooms to get ready omg.

And that cut to them being dressed and going.

LUNCHES!! XD

Their faces! XD

The cinematography in this episode is AWESOME. Go Serge Ladouceur (and yes, I looked that name up. XD)

No crusts. Blessed knives. “I just waxed it.” She IS a mom!

Wait no. Take Jack with you. I don’t trust her with him.

“What shall we do with you.” LEAVE HIM ALONE IS WHAT!

Oh. They’re doing dishes.

WAIT DON’T TELL HER THAT JACK!

...I don’t like the way she’s talking to him.

Oof. Mary. *gags*

Jack you’re adorable and I love you but please stop being so gullible and stop sharing so much personal information.

WAIT NO! I know you feel guilty, but DON’T TELL HER YOU KILLED HER!

...dangat.

...oh. That was actually super sweet, and honestly the EXACT thing Jack needed to hear. ...maybe she’s not so bad?

...wait what? She just...pulls those out of thin air?

Ha! Another hunt

THEIR FACES WITH THE LUNCHES! ESPECIALLY DEAN’S!! XD

Aww! Thanksgiving! <3

Where is Cas during all this? Talking to his angel friends I guess?

That finger gun at Sam omg.

It’s so EASY for them wow.

Halloween! Fitting given our current season.

Their little smiles awww!!

THE BEERS TOGETHER HOLY FRICK!!! IT’S JUST LIKE WHAT TEAM FREE WILL 2.0 DID WHEN JACK CAME BACK! AND what the boys and Mary and John did in Lebanon! NEVER GETS OLD!! I LOVE THIS FAMILY!! <3 <3

...I still don’t necessarily trust Mrs. Butters. BUT I LOVE SAM AND DEAN AND JACK!

Those faces for the lunches just get better and better.

GRENADE LAUNCHER!!

MJOLNIR OMG NO WAY!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE HE STILL HAS IT!!! THIS EPISODE HAS SO MANY EASTER EGGS OMG!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Also that is an AWESOME shot.

BIRTHDAY!! Awww… <3 <3

OOF. Poor Dean. XD

Jack’s laugh and then immediately being like “oop” and bringing his head down but still chuckling when Dean glares at him I CAN’T. XD XD

I LOVE THIS FAMILY!! <3 <3 <3

AWW!! She made extra for him!

Okay, I like her. But I’m still cautious.

Oh. THERE it is.

What’s she doing??

Jack’s got you lady.

My mom is wondering why she has to walk away to make another smoothie when before she was just producing them. I’m wondering if maybe she has to near the ingredients to whip it into a smoothie magically, but that seems weird...continuity error?

Get her, Jack. My smart boi. <3 <3

My Mom: “You better hurry it up there, Jack.”

Oh it’s evil Men of Letters dude. NOW I get why we went that far back.

Oh! AND the Thule. NOW I get why Dean mentioned killing Hitler again. Wow. Nice connections on this episode all around. Go writers.

...she did what now?

WTF??!!

HOLY FRICK!!!

HOLY S*** HOLY S*** HOLY S***!!!

Do NOT ask about tea or cookies after you just pulled sh** like that.

On a more positive note, the way Jack just said “son of a bitch” out of nowhere like that is so adorable because he, like, NEVER swears, but also that’s Dean’s saying and it just proves that he’s taking after his dads and just already growing up and AHHHH I LOVE HIM!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

Also Jack please go tell your dads what you found.

Okay so during the commercial break, my mom and I looked up wood nymphs and had this big discussion and here’s kind of what we came up with:

So we were trying to figure out if wood nymphs are supposedly evil, and we didn’t find much, but they do have super strength (which explains her ability to rip off that dude’s head…), and the ability to control wood and nature, which might explain why she can pull smoothies out of thin air.

So then we saw on the SPN Wiki page for this episode that part of the description mentions that the wood nymph would do anything for her family, and that makes me wonder if she has, like, ulterior motives to protect her wood nymph family? But also, she said the Men of Letters were her family, so that translates to Sam and Dean now, right? So theoretically, she wouldn’t hurt them, she’d be trying to protect them. Which means they should be fine, because she only hurts threats. But then my mom pointed out that maybe she considers Jack a threat and that’s a really good point, so now I’m worried all over again. She’s still acting weird with him, and even though I did like that little advice she gave about second chances, maybe it’s all an act? My mom thinks she, like, poisoned his sandwich or something with anti-nephilim juice in order to try to hurt him, but that was before she knew he was a nephilim, right? I don’t know. I think my mom makes a really good point. I hope my baby winds up being okay. :(

Okay. Back to the episode now.

Ahhhhhhhh noooooo. Where are the boys when we need them?

Wait, DATE?? EILEEN??!!

No. He isn’t. Go away.

Sam look at yoooooooouuuu. <3

But also please take a moment to notice how uncomfortable your son is and ask him what’s wrong please and thank you. (And yes, I will keep saying son thank you very much.)

Ha! She wants him to get a haircut just like Dean does. The joke’s about Sam’s (and, by extension, Jared’s) hair will never not be funny.

Ha! “Language.”

YES!! EILEEN!!!

YES SAM!! GO GET YOUR GIRL!!

DEAN! XD

Okay the Sam and Eileen thing is adorable, and Sam and Dean’s banter is hilarious, but guys...look at your son please and thank you. :(

I’m so torn between wanting Sam to just be happy and enjoy himself and wanting him to help Jack ahhhhhh.

Sam can go on his date. I’m sure Dean can handle it.

Roses! Nice touch.

Ha! Dean with the supportive big bro action.

Such. A. Mom.

“Boys.”

Wait nooooooo.

Okay but Alex’s acting right there...tip top. So subtle. Jack is trying so hard to be sneaky and warn Dean about what he saw, and the way Alex is conveying pure panic but also showing how sneaky he’s being is AWESOME.

Also that little “sh*t” or “da**it” or whatever it was that he mouthed? Somehow so cute and makes me so worried at the same time.

“The Dean Cave”?? XD XD

Dean I am BEGGING YOU, please take a cursory glance at your son.

...da**it...

The subtitles say “suspenseful music plays” XD XD

Wait Jack noooo. Don’t go after her alone! Chase Dean instead!!

NOOO!! NOT IN THERE!!!

She’s totally gonna trap him in there.

...what?

She’s being so condescending shut the fudge up.

What? No.

Does he still not have a soul? Is that what he’s hiding? That wouldn’t make sense.

Oh wait. I get it now.

HE IS NOT!!! SHUT THE FUDGE UP LADY!!

LADY STOOOOOP! HE DOESN’T NEED YOUR SH**!! HE ALREADY FEELS GUILTY WOULD YOU QUIT IT??!! :’( :’( :’( :’(

HEY! NOT COOL!

I HOPE SOMEONE RIPS YOUR HEAD OFF B***H!!

They’re not. They know he won’t now.

SHUT UP LADY!!

HEY!!! STOP IT!!! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!

TAKE HER DOWN JACK!!!

He IS family!

...ummm...what??

GOD DA**IT!!

...my mom literally just said “told you so” about the poisoning. ...which also explains why she walked away to make another smoothie, because she WANTED him to find the video, says my mom. And yes, my mom was right, AND I HATE IT!! SCREW YOU LADY!! LEAVE MY BABY ALONE!!

It IS safe you B**CH!!

HE’S NOT A MONSTER!!! :’( :’( :’(

DA**IT!! DEAN PLEASE DO SOMETHING!!

Ha! He’s so excited about the sandwich and it’s adorable.

But also save your son!!

...wait what?

She’s...she’s really just gonna out herself like that?

Ha! YES!

Aww...Dean’s so disappointed. :(

BUT! He’s sticking up for his son! Because even if he’s mad at him for everything that happened to Mary (but also get over it, because she sucked anyways, Dean XD), of course he’ll still protect him.

Ha! The way he just takes it away…

Aww...poor baby. :(

He’s so disappointed. He deserves better. I feel bad for him. :(

HE IS NOT! SHUSH!

Aww...looking at the sandwich, but making the right call.

AWW! He’s trying. Best of both worlds.

Take the deal, lady.

DA**IT!!!

SERIOUSLY?!

SERIOUSLY???!!!

Screw you, lady.

HEY! NOT FAIR!

He is NOTHING like his father, thank you very much!

Well...now what??

Oh thank god, Sam’s home. He’s smart. He’ll find a way to get them out.

Her calling him Samuel is both hilarious and annoying, somehow. I think it’s only annoying now because I hate her with what she just did to my boys. XD

OOOOF.

She gonna out herself again?

Sam’s face when she said that about good news and bad news. XD

I suppose the benefit of having a bad guy who thinks they’re doing the right thing is that she’s not trying to hide it. So hopefully, if she outs herself again, Sam can deal with it a little better than Dean did, knowing Dean was not very successful lol. Dean let his love of her food get in the way. XD

She DID out herself!

Ha! “You were always the smart one.”

YES! Good job, Sam. Starting off strong. <3

YES! GOOD JOB SAM!! Nice manipulation.

Ha!

Can’t believe she’s asking about the date.

Actually yes I can. XD

Wait, why don’t WE get to hear about the date? I WANNA HEAR ABOUT THE DATE DA**IT!

Well, DUH, Sam, you think they don’t know that?

Dean OMG!! XD XD

SUPPORTIVE BIG BRO!! XD XD

In Dean’s defense, he knew she’d wait for Sam, so...it’s not like they were REALLY in danger.

Do NOT try shooting her. Are you kidding me right now?

...really Sam? REALLY?! You’re going to try to SHOOT her?? You’ve seen what she can do, and you’re going to try to SHOOT her? She got the jump on JACK. POWERED UP Jack. Really? Call me crazy, but I feel like that’s not gonna work.

Yes. Yes he is. ...so much for Sam being the smart one.

I want to be mad at them for getting distracted by the holidays, but also I can’t exactly blame them given their childhoods, so…

Ha! The way they both react to the Boxing Day breakfast. Such brothers. XD

There ya go. Good plan. MUCH better than shooting her. Thank you boys.

WAIT WAIT WAIT!! Is this where we’re gonna get the “you sure this is gonna work” “let’s say yes” scene from the promo?? I THINK IT IS!! (Okay, so I MAY have watched that particular five second scene a million and one times because it had my boys in it, but I love them okay?? Sue me.)

Hey. Chill, Dean. Don’t yell at him.

Aww baby. :( :( :(

He doesn’t think you’re a monster. He’s just upset. :(

...uh oh. This convo is gonna be bad, isn’t it? :( :(

:’( :’( :’( :’( :’(

WAIT! “For a while” YES! THAT’S A GOOD THING!!

Oh wait. “Still am a little bit.”

“Evil Mary Poppins” XD XD

AWWW!! SEE JACK?! He DOES love you!! <3 <3 <3 <3

OKAY NEVER MIND THAT CONVO WAS ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD!!! I need to break that down for a second.

That convo was short and subtle and to the point, but it says SO much about Dean and Jack’s relationship.

First of all, the fact that Dean decided to be honest with Jack instead of continuing to pretend everything’s fine shows how much he really does care about Jack and how much he still trusts him and loves him. He doesn’t open up often, and I’m glad he finally did.

Second of all, he may have been blunt, but there was so much affection hidden in the way he addressed all of that. I mean, he tells Jack that he used to be really mad, and he still kind of is, but then he reminds him that just because they’re in a rough patch right now doesn’t mean he wants to lose him. Yes, Jack made a mistake, and yeah, Dean’s finding it hard to get over it, but Jack’s family through and through, and that means that, no matter what, Dean’s going to look out for him. It’s the same way he treats Cas and, more notably, the same way he treats Sam. He’s giving Jack the family treatment. And THAT is a BEAUTIFUL thing.

All of that said, between all of the OG Team Free Will, Dean’s relationship with Jack will always be my favorite (probably mostly because they’re my two favorite characters, but also because they’re amazing together), so this convo makes me so freaking happy. <3 <3 <3 <3

Sam you are being not very sneaky.

SERIOUSLY SAM??!!

I take that back. Sam is not being smart about this. *eye roll*

UGGGGHHHHH.

WHERE IS CAS WHEN YOU NEED HIM?!

Actually quick side note, one that I’m adding now that I’ve finished the episode: not having Cas around TOTALLY makes sense. Explanation included in the review.

“Because you are my favorite.” XD XD XD

She shouldn’t still be making me laugh, but dangat she’s too funny. XD

Wait noooo. No torture allowed.

I KNEW IT!! I TOLD YOU!! I CALLED IT!! SCENE FROM THE PROMO!! XD XD <3 <3 <3

I LOVE DEAN AND JACK SO MUCH!! <3 <3 <3

Ha! Fixing his hands.

YIKES!

...but did the cuffs break at least?

HA! She actually converted him to not swear.

I love how Dean makes a point of swearing extra loud after he realizes what he did. I love him. XD XD <3

Oh frick, that didn’t break the cuffs? Are you kidding me? Stupid powerful magic…

OOH! Dean’s got an idea!

THOSE LITTLE SMILES I LOVE THEM!! <3 <3 <3 <3

OH SHUT UP LADY! Are you still talking??

...okay so...trauma.

Please listen to Sam.

YES HE IS SHUSH!

Just because he has blood on his hands doesn’t mean he’s not a kid. Just saying.

Okay so I kind of feel bad for her knowing what she’s been through, but also that does not excuse her behavior. However, I will take back what I said about someone ripping her head off. I suppose that isn’t really necessary.

That said, someone please do something. :( :(

WOULD YOU QUIT IT WITH THE FINGERNAILS SUPERNATURAL??!! I STILL HAVEN’T GOTTEN OVER IT FROM THE CHRISTMAS EPISODE IN SEASON 3!!!

My mom and I are both turning away owwwwwww.

STOOOOOOOOOOP!!!

Jesus Christ lady!!

“Pain is just weakness leaving the body.” Dean what?! XD XD

HEY! Smart! Way to go you two!! <3 <3

And still helping his son up YES! <3 <3 <3

Okay that could not have been a more in character moment between Dean and Jack right there. Between the “not so bad” and the helping him up and the helping him walk down the hall and Jack just following him along and I just...I LOVE THEM OKAY!! <3 <3 <3

AHHH!! SHE TOOK OFF SO MANY FINGERNAILS JESUS!!

SHUT UP LADY!!

YES!

...Dean honey that was the reset button…

There’s no way that did the job. Too easy.

Problem not solved!! Problem DEFINITELY not solved!!

Creepy green eyes!!

Oh she looks maaaaad. That’s not good.

HEY!!! What happened to not hurting family??!!

LEAVE THEM ALONE!!

Which family??!! Cause YOU’RE the one destroying them!

No he won’t.

“You hurt him, you hurt us.” GREAT line!! YES SAM!! <3 <3 <3

Oooh!! He’s getting to her!! <3 <3

Oop. There’s our backstory. Mr. Cuthbert wouldn’t let her go back. Not that I’m surprised, given what he did to Dean all those years ago.

Yes. Yes he did.

YAY! Dean jumping in to save his son. <3

NICE! Good call, Dean! <3

THAT FACE!! Jack’s face!! <3 <3

YES!!!! YES!!! GOOD JOB BOYS!! <3 <3 <3

Awww….poor Mrs. Butters…

Okay now I feel really bad for her. And a little guilty that I called her a b***h. I’m still kind of mad at her, but...her motives make sense.

Hey yay! She healed him!

Wow, this nymph is POWERFUL. Now that she’s nice again, can we, like, actually keep her? Cause that’d be an awesome ally to have.

Aww...Jack being the one to voice their forgiveness. So pure, especially since she was after him all that time. <3

Awww….Dean wants her to stay. He’s so upset. XD

But he also gets it. :) <3

OMG!! That shot with all three of them looking at her and those sweet little smiles they give her as she’s talking about home. There was just so much...genuineness in that! I loved it! <3 <3

Jack being the voice again. <3

Okay, she looks hecka cute in that outfit.

Oof. That makes sense lol. It would be way too easy if it didn’t revert back.

...inter what now?

Oh shoot...that just proves Chuck destroyed all the worlds...lovely….

Awww!! <3 <3

Ha! Her little words of wisdom to them! To reiterate: SUCH. A. MOM. XD XD <3 <3

Sam and Dean’s smirks at each other when she tells them to do the same things they’ve been telling each other to do for years--eat your vegetables and cut your hair. XD

Awww….that little extra nose crinkle and smile at Jack when she tells him to save the world. <3

I also just realized that this breaks my theory that anyone who meets Jack instantly falls in love with him because of how adorable he is. Though, I guess she’s a little different given that extra little motivation to protect her family in the only way she knows how. Plus, trauma.

Oof. Bye bye extra magic.

Aww...this convo between Jack and Sam. <3 <3

Aww Jack… :( :(

You weren’t stupid, baby. You all fell for it. :(

Aww….he’s looking for faith from Sam.

And Sam just gave it to him. <3

I know the line seems desperate, and in a way, it is, but the way that Sam gave him a little smile shows that it’s more than that. They are desperate, and Jack is their only hope, but also, Sam knows Jack can handle it, because he does have faith in him. It’s a short convo, but it says so much.

That tin has a birthday cake for Jack, made by Dean. Calling it right now.

“He loves that apron.” XD <3 <3

I KNEW IT AND I LOVE IT OMG!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

THAT’S SO ADORABLE!!! And that is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT Dean’s way of telling Jack that he still loves him, and that he forgives him. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

THEIR LITTLE SMILES!! <3 <3 <3

I’M SCREAMING!!! ALL OF THEIR SMILES AT EACH OTHER I FREAKING LOVE THIS FAMILY!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I SERIOUSLY LOST ALL FUNCTIONALITY JUST NOW TO THE POINT WHERE I’M ADDING THIS COMMENT LATER BECAUSE AHHHH!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

AWESOME ending shot. It’s a great way to end a much more light-hearted episode while also setting us up perfectly for knowing that things are about to get heavy and serious. I bet whatever Jack wished for, it has something to do with taking on God.

Okay, so...those reactions were a lot longer than I was anticipating, and I want to apologize, but also, I did warn you. XD That said, review time!

I loved this episode! It was absolutely hilarious, but also sweet and touching. It mixed some crazy and fun moments with some of the most subtly emotional ones, both negative and positive. I absolutely loved all the Easter Eggs, and I loved watching the boys have a chance to celebrate holidays in a way that they never have before, especially with Jack. The facial expressions in this episode killed me. Between all of the little smiles and dorky excitement, I was laughing and smiling right along with the characters. Some stand-out moments/things for me:

That convo between Dean and Jack. I already broke it down above, but seriously, I love how they did that. As a huge fan of Dean and Jack and their relationship, the way that those two interacted this episode was beautiful and really sets up the fact that they’re going to need to lean on each other for support as a whole family in the coming fight, and I loved that. <3

Sam going on a date with Eileen! <3 Initially, I had a theory that Sam and Eileen would end up together at the end of all of this, but when she left a few episodes ago, I threw that idea out the window and it made me sad. So the fact that they went on a date and got to see each other again--even if we didn’t get to see it--makes me so happy and brings back my hope that they’ll end up being together. <3 That said, I am 100% going to write a fanfiction of that date, since Supernatural chose to keep it from us. XD

The acting really stood out to me in this one. Maybe it’s just because it’s been so long since I’ve seen them doing something new, but I honestly feel like J2 and Alex nailed it even more than usual. I mean, their facial expressions were seriously so amazing in this episode. Between the really dorky moments and the subtle emotional moments, I felt like their faces were always saying so much and I loved it. <3

One thing I want to address is the lack of Cas. I know a lot of people were upset that he wasn’t in it, especially since the boys were celebrating so many holidays with Jack, and while I agree that it would’ve been beautiful to have him there, it makes perfect sense that he wasn’t there based on the trajectory of the episode and everything that happened. For starters, if Cas had been there, the wood nymph business would’ve been solved INSTANTLY. Cas is always extra suspicious of people, so if she didn’t trust him because he was an angel, the odds of her getting the jump on him would’ve been slim. And yes, she did poison Jack with the smoothies, but, as this episode continued to point out, Jack is still a kid, so he’s still much more naive and gullible. Plus, he’s upset and guilty and confused and just generally vulnerable now that his soul is back, so it was easy for him to trust and be manipulated. But if Mrs. Butters had tried to do the same thing to Cas, (and I’m picturing that one scene with the milkshake in Peace of Mind here) there’s no way he would’ve fallen for it. More importantly, with how worried he is about Jack, he would’ve been really vigilant about the way she was talking to him and everything, and he probably would’ve caught the poisoning long before it could really hurt him. And you can argue that Sam and Dean probably should’ve picked up on it, which is true, however, even they admit that they get distracted in the fun of it all. While it would’ve been great to see Cas in on the festivities, he wouldn’t have been quite as distracted by it as the boys were, and with his vigilance, there’s no way any of them would ever have gotten hurt. He’d be watching Mrs. Butters like a hawk, and the second she did something suspicious, she’d be gone. That said, I can understand if people want to say that’s dumb, because if they didn’t want Cas to defeat the villain so easily, they shouldn’t have had a villain that could be so easily defeated by Cas, and I’m sure some people feel like that’s a stupid excuse. To which I also offer this. After seeing those convos between Dean and Jack and Sam and Jack, and knowing that the episode ends with the three of them celebrating Jack’s birthday, Cas’s absence makes even more sense: this episode wasn’t about him. I love Cas, but it didn’t need him. See, Cas already has an undying love for Jack. While Cas definitely saw Mary as family, he never had the same emotional connection to her that Sam and Dean did--for obvious reasons. But he definitely had--and still has--a very strong emotional connection to Jack. He’s always been the most involved in being Jack’s father--again, for obvious reasons. But even after the Mary incident, it was Cas who went to find him, who tried to help him, and who wanted to protect him. Cas always loved him and always trusted him, and he always will. But Sam and Dean lost a lot of trust for Jack after what happened to Mary...and this episode fixed that. Because Cas wasn’t around, it gave Jack a chance to prove himself to Sam and Dean again. Sam had already pretty much forgiven him, but Dean was definitely on the fence. He even says it. But the fact that Dean had that conversation with him and said everything he did proves that Dean still loves him, and it gave Jack the reassurance he needed that, while Dean is still mad, he doesn’t hate him, and he doesn’t think he’s a monster. And while Sam and Jack were on pretty good terms, Jack was still worried that Sam couldn’t trust him--that Sam didn’t have faith in him anymore. But when Sam tells him that he knows he can defeat God, Jack gets confirmation that Sam does still have faith in him. And after all of that, after celebrating all of those holidays together, and having both of those conversations, to then end that with Sam and Dean celebrating Jack’s birthday? That’s what this episode was about. Sure, it was a silly monster of the week episode. Sure, we got some adorable and hilarious moments. And sure, we got to see them celebrate things that they never got to celebrate in a real way before. But underlying all of that, we got to see Jack become part of Sam and Dean’s family again. We got to see them bond. And knowing that this is right before they all prepare to take on God--Jack needed that. The boys needed that. They needed to all trust each other again. And the fact that they celebrated his birthday at the end proves that they do. They’re a family again. They have each other’s backs. They trust each other. And they love each other. And as much as I love Cas, and as much as I would’ve loved to have seen him be a part of their holidays, he didn’t need to be. But those three did. And that’s why Cas wasn’t in the episode. So, frankly, full points to the writers for making that happen. While they gave us a fun episode, and they may have left out a fan favorite character, it created an underlying theme that’s really going to matter as we get into the big stuff of Season 15. And that’s awesome.

All in all, I thought this was a great episode, and I’m so glad that this is how we get to jump back into the season. Not only was this episode hilarious and fun, but it was also a great set-up for the coming battle and for all the hard and serious things that are bound to come in the next several episodes.

Rumor has it that this was the last “silly” episode of the show, and while that’s a sad thought to think about, it totally makes sense with what they did with the episode, and frankly, I think it’s a beautiful silly one to have ended on and a great way to lead into everything that’s coming next.

My Rating: 10/10

#spn #supernatural #spn season 15 #spn spoilers #spn season 15 spoilers #15x14 #last holiday #reactions #reviews #personal

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noctisfishing · 3 years

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2020 Wrap-Up and 2021 Wishes

I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to do this or not, but I decided, why not? Even though this year was pretty wild for everyone in various ways, I want to celebrate my writing progress and accomplishments, and share with you what I wish for in 2021.

I’ve already posted a similar post on Reddit, although this one has a more detailed breakdown and includes my fic titles! I won’t link any of the fics mentioned, but you can visit my FFN or AO3 pages to find them. You can also click through my Welcome Post or find them all listed here (if you’re on desktop) (*every project I talk about can be found somewhere on my Tumblr :D)

Click below for some nice Fic Stats!! (mostly wordcounts and rambling!!)

Preview: I wrote a good amount of words, got some nice progress on some long fics, churned out dozens of ficlets!! Plus: What’s on my fic mind for 2021, and a short bit about other personal wins.

Before I ramble with numbers, I think we can all agree that we should say goodbye to 2020 this way:

Now, the numbers you’ll see are close approximations to how much I’ve written this year. I’m including works that I’ve published on AO3, FFN, Tumblr, and Reddit, and also works unpublished (and will post probably next year).

So, here it is:

Total Wordcount: 107,662 words!

Dang, I wrote a lot more than I thought. I think there was one year that I wrote 200,000 in a year and I’ve always set that number as my standard. But I’m still pretty happy with this year’s number! I think I’ll make 100K my “soft goal” for 2021 given how topsy-turvy life can go but it would be awesome to hit 200K again :)

And now, we break it down:

Completed Works (54,432 words)

2 Multi-Chaptered Fics (10,353 words)

Both happen to be Sorato! I posted the last chapter of The Sound of His Goodbye back in March (I started the fic late 2019), and I posted all of The Last One Wins towards the end of November. Both gave me reminders earlier and later on in the year that I can complete fics, haha! It’s possible!!! \o/

38 Ficlets/Scenes (19,667 words)

“Ficlets” don’t typically have a wordcount but are generally less than 1,000 words. I’d have to say that the impact of quitting my job, moving back home, and the pandemic brought on major changes and responsibilities that I had to adapt to. Simpler, smaller scale ideas were easier on my basket case of a mind and kept me writing, and that is most likely why for most of the year my inspiration was more drawn toward different little scenes. I got to write for and explore six new fandoms outside of Digimon which is cool!

When I say “scenes,” I mean those that either didn’t fit in the (slightly) larger works I’ve published, or those for future projects (which technically shouldn’t be counted as “complete” but I had to stick them somewhere :P).

9 One-Shots (24,412 words)

Day 6 Prompt of Takari Week just barely made it to be counted as a One-Shot, but the rest in this category are all Taiora: six for Taiora Week, as well as The Princess and the Dragon, and Colors in Distance. The Color Shot was actually sitting unfinished in my drafts for a few months so I’m glad I found the motivation to finish it before the year’s end. The other fics were inspired by prompts with deadlines - this was the first year I’ve participated and completed those and I’m happy I did them!

Works in Progress (53,230 words)

I’ve posted one new chapter each for Digital Recovery (4,770 words) and Tsukiakari (2,292 words) and I had the hope of working more on both of these this year! But you know, this year was tough (see also why I threw so many ficlets at my readers). I had three huge ongoing longfics and I made the decision to set these aside and put my main focus on one of those so as not to overwhelm myself. These fics are mostly planned out. They just need to be written more! We’ve got a long way to go with both of these.

Just One Drink (10,131 words) was.. probably my most popular fic this year, lol. I don’t see this one being too long (I would be surprised if it goes past 50K) but I see myself continue to update this next year. ;)

And let’s talk about The Spark of Dawn (DoreDore Adventure Part II) (24,316 words). This was my chosen longfic to focus on this year, as evidenced by the wordcount, and even the number of chapters I’ve posted - three with 10,659 words total. This fic also carried me through July’s Camp NaNoWriMo where I reached my word count goal of 12,000 words. I think two chapters from that event ended up being posted, and there are still 13,657 words’ worth of content yet to be published. Overall, I think half of this story has been written out (including the content I haven’t posted yet) but that being said, this fic remains as one of my priorities to finish before moving along to my other WIPs!

Here’s a list of the rest of my unpublished works:

Untitled Taiorato Fic (1,433 words)

More Taiora Snapshots (2,454 words)

The Girl Who Stands Out (7,834 words) - This one is a Mimato, and should show up really soon. ;)

2021 Wishes: My main wish is for me to *keep writing*!

I’m already making some pretty elaborate spreadsheets for myself to help track my personal writing and reader stats. Hopefully they help motivate me in my writing progress in 2021!

Toward the end of the year, I felt the need to “clear out” my plot bunnies folder and realized that fics from few ideas weren’t going to be as long as I initially thought. That’s where The Last One Wins came from, as well as The Girl Who Stands Out. I think once the latter is all written out, I will work more on DoreDore and see where it goes.

I want to tackle my “Write Your Melody” prompts, because since I’ve written them I feel obligated to. XD I’m sure there will be room for more ficlets and one-shots in next year’s endeavors; while it’s ideal to work on one big longfic until it’s done, I know for a fact that I’ll need writing breaks along the way.

Other Personal Wins (Not Writing-Related): This year, left a job and living situation that took a toll on my mental health. I also started to learn R and SQL programming languages. I was asked to be a moderator of one of my favorite communities! I made new friendships and a few of my friendships grew. And I found joy and comfort in things I hadn’t been able to in years’ past. I had a fair share of rough moments this year, but looking back at my small wins gave me reminders of the good I have. <3

If you made it to the end of this post, GO YOU. I’m optimistic that next year will bring more good things. I hope to continue remembering to take time to breathe and rest, and keep talking to my friends and loved ones. Many of my wishes are for long-term goals/projects in general, but rather than setting year-end deadlines, I want to focus on just working on them, my efforts varying between chipping away at them little by little, or hardcore-drop-everything-and-spend-the-weekend.

Anyway, thank you for reading! I wish you all the best as we head toward a new year. <3

#noct musings #end of year wrap up #2020 #noctiswriting #writing progress update

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cuddlysolo · 4 years

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Woke Up Late - JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: this is based off of the song with the same title. It’s loosely just because I have the reader not drink or anything. But enjoy! Part two coming soon.

Also sorry if this is weird cause this is my first time posting a one shot on here XD

The breeze was warm, waves crashing in the distance. I was visiting from another state. We were on vacation in the Outer Banks in North Carolina. I have to admit, the place is pretty beautiful. I had been walking down the street taking a stroll when I overheard someone mention a kegger on the beach. My first instinct was to ignore the comment, but I also knew that I was only going to be here for a little while - for now - and I wanted to have some fun. Maybe without the alcohol, but I could definitely use some socializing without my family.

So I loosely follow them to a part of the beach I hadn't been to. I heard them call it the boneyard. Fitting. It looked like the place from The Lion King.

There were already quite a few people here, the sun beginning to set. Lots of teens my age having alcohol before they're technically meant to. But, beach life and teens kind of equal this sometimes.

I continue to walk around the crowd, my inner introvert screaming for me to high-tail it out of there. Then someone taps on my shoulder so I stop.

"Wanna beer?" I hear him ask. The boy was standing next to the keg holding a red solo cup. I shook my head no, politely declining the cute boy's offer. "You sure? That's kinda the point of the party."

"Nah, I don't drink," I reply.

"Okay." He shrugs. "Hey, I'm John B, by the way." He sticks his hand out for me to shake.

"y/n," I reply, accepting his introduction.

"Nice to meet you. Enjoy yourself. Make some friends. I can tell you're nervous."

"That obvious, huh?" I ask, reaching to scratch my head.

He walks around the keg to stand next me. "Very...Here, I'll introduce you to the Pogues. That'll give you some friends," John B says with a grin.

"Pogues?" I ask. The word goes over my head.

"It's what my friends and I are called. There's the Kooks too, they're the rich people of the island. And you, y/n, are a touron. Here on vacation, right?"

We begin to walk down towards the water and around the various trees that scatter the sand. I push my hair behind my ear as he assesses me perfectly.

"Yeah, but I'm hoping we stay. My parents are discussing it. Maybe if they do, I can join the Pogues," I say, nudging his arm.

"We'll just have to see," John B grins. I return it. Then he stops in front of a group of three people sitting on and around a large limb. "Guys, I'd like you to meet, y/n. She's a touron who has no idea what she's doing."

"Way to be brutally honest," I say, giving him a look. He only laughs and walks away.

I turn back to the three in front of me. They consist of two boys and a girl. The blonde guy sticks out like a sore thumb to my eyes. He's gorgeous in every way possible.

"Hi, I'm Kiara. But you can call me Kie," the girl says while we shake hands.

"I'm Pope," the dark skinned boy says as we do the same. He turns back to face the water after we part.

I look to the blonde, stretching out my hand in a polite greeting. But he just sits there and stares me in the eyes. I lose my smile the longer we hold each other's gaze, slowly retracting my arm back to my side. Kiara clears her throat after a few seconds.

"He's JJ. Normally, he's very talkative," she says, pushing him on the shoulder.

I give her a quick smile and watch him as he curses that she made him spill some of his drink.

"Sorry to bother you guys. I really don't know why I even showed up here. I don't go to parties," I blabber while taking a seat on the sand beside Kiara.

She seems to be the most interested in even getting to know more than my name. Kind and inviting.

"You're not bothering us at all. Plus, John B was just trying to help you out," she says with a forced grin. She's pinching JJ on the arm in the process.

He swats her hand away and takes a swig of the beer. "No, yeah, you're good," he finally says something.

Oh gosh, his voice is even pretty.

I sit back against the tree and sigh. "So what do you even do here? Like, just drink and talk or?"

I literally had no idea what I was doing. Why didn't I just listen to my introvert and go back home and live my safe and boring life?

Cause it's safe and boring. That's why.

"Pretty much. We play music most of the time too, but those guys don't show up till it's dark," Pope answers, finally turning to face me a little.

"Oh cool. Sorry I'm such a square with all this," I say nervously, fiddling with my hair again.

"Only a square says they're a square anymore. Are you, what, from the fifties?" JJ asks, scoffing at my comment.

Kie scolds him, smacking his arm. "No, you're right. My vocabulary is a bit outdated when I'm anxious. It's a thing I do," I defend him moreso than myself. I really do talk with older words like this, but it's just because I don't have enough friends to keep up.

"Still doesn't give him a right to be rude to you," Kie speaks up.

I smile. "Nah, he's good."

JJ sits up and looks over at me. "I insult you and you're fine with it?"

"It's not an insult if it's the truth. You don't know me, and I don't know you. Possibly, anything you come up with, could just be the truth and you wouldn't know it until after because I told you. And vice versa."

His eyes are slightly wider as he slumps back up against the limb. He takes a swig of the alcohol and I watch him, seeing his jawline pop out. Wow.

"Hey, Pope, you wanna go get more drinks?" Kie says after a second.

The other boy nods and they both practically sprint out of sight, leaving JJ and I alone.

"You're turn. Go on and enjoy the party so you don't have to sit with a touron," I say just as they go. When JJ doesn't budge, I look over. "You not leaving?"

"Nah," he replies, almost too quiet with all the other voices around. He scoots closer, I watching his every move. "You're good."

I roll my eyes with a grin, looking away from him. "So what, you're flirting now?" I can feel him put his arm behind me on the tree, grazing my shoulders slightly.

"Me? Flirting? With a touron? No." Every word comes out sarcastically. As if I would know that detail about him.

"Now we both know a little about each other," I say, turning back to him.

He's closer than before, our faces only inches apart. I involuntarily almost choke on air. I've never been this close to a guy before.

"So we do." His voice is quiet.

"JJ, I really-" I start.

"Oh come on, man. Can you not hit on her?" Pope asks as he and Kie make their way over. I jump as I look back to them.

They hand a drink over to JJ as he downs the other one. Kie sits on the other side of JJ now, meaning he couldn't slide away if he wanted. And I couldn't because of the tree roots beside me.

"He's fine, it's fine, don't worry," I say, mumbling out the sentence.

I see JJ smirk at how he had just made me so nervous. I easily was blushing. I mean, come on, a guy I instantly think is adorable slid himself over into my personal space. I'm a bit disoriented.

"If he's bothering you, we can leave," Kie says towards me. "He can be a bit much."

I shake my head, trying not to look JJ in the eyes. I can feel his baring on me, seeing him in my peripheral. Kie just grins and goes back to her drink. She turns to Pope and starts a conversation while I sit back and look down to my hands. I can feel JJ staring at me still and try not to give in to him.

"Wanna drink?" I hear him ask.

I look up and shake my head. "I don't drink."

He looks at me like I'm a freak. "You really are a square." He almost laughs.

"Actually," I start. I feel his hand get closer to my shoulder, his fingertips brushing my skin. "I can't for medical reasons."

He was quick to choke on his drink with an "oh" escaping his lips. "I'm sorry."

"You didn't know," I weakly smile.

I notice the dark has began to set in. And the mood of the party is changing from one of a group of kids hanging on the beach to one that could easily be mistaken for a frat party. I watch everything and everyone from the same spot. I bring my knees to my chest after awhile, not even caring about JJ probably staring me down as time goes on. Kiara and Pope eventually get up to hang out with other people and to find John B. But JJ stays put.

After the moon is fully up, the supposed DJs show up and the frat party is in full swing. It surprises me that JJ doesn't get up to find himself someone to hook up with. He seems the type to go macking on anyone who's willing.

"Why don't you go enjoy the party?" I finally speak up, having to clear my throat from lack of use.

"You're way more fun," he says with all seriousness.

I scoff and turn to him from having my head propped on my knees. "You must be on something stronger than beer. We've done nothing but sit here."

He sits up and gets close to me again. I keep my eyes trained on his to make sure I don't slip up and glance at his lips. Even if it's tempting. He's a stranger, but boy is he pretty.

"True. But you've been watching people and observing what they're doing. You've kept your eyes trained on one or two people at a time and whispered to yourself on what you think they're doing. Then if you were squinting or trying too hard to figure someone out, you bit your tongue in concentration. You were watching them, but I was watching you."

I almost couldn't breathe. Any other time, I probably would have thought that was creepy - which it still is - but the fact he took the time to not go dance with someone or kiss all on some blonde visiting from Maine, made me feel butterflies. And his proximity didn't help. He didn't even have to speak loudly over the music or chatter. He was close enough to where I could hear it all perfectly clear.

"Why did you watch me?" I choke out.

He smirks. "Nah, I'm good."

He then stands up swiftly and reaches out his hand for me to take. I notice the rings and bracelets he wore. Fitting. "Where are we going?"

"To dance. Come one, baby, let's get you out of that corner."

I couldn't help but smile at the Dirty Dancing reference as I take his hand. He pulls me up and we make our way to where most of the teens were jumping and groggily bopping to the music. He maneuvers our hands and pulls me close.

"I can't really dance, Johnny," I tell him, hinting at Patrick Swayze's character.

He smiles. "Neither can I."

I roll my eyes with a newfound grin. Then we get into the beat of the song and dance together for what seems like forever. We continue enjoying ourselves being in the other's company. He gets off balance a lot from the amount of alcohol he's consumed, but I always catch him while we both laugh it off. The high I feel of just being with him is intoxicating enough to make it feel like I have been drinking myself. I continue to giggle as he twirls me around and I nearly fall over. He's quick to grab my waist to settle me into him before I do.

That's when I pause and look up at him with my face as serious as it could be. His eyes are trained on mine with a look of lust and admiration. Something I have never seen in eyes when they're looking back at me. Sure you see it in movies, but no one has ever looked at me that way before.

"Hi," I whisper. I feel him tighten his grip around my waist and I secure mine on his hands.

"Hi there."

I look all over his face and notice each detail I can in the dim firelight. His blue eyes are piercing me as I can tell he stares me down while I scan his features. It's like we're the only two here. I don't even hardly notice it when someone bumps into us without even acknowledging that they did.

"Wanna go for a walk?" I ask quietly.

He nods. Then we untangle ourselves and head away from everyone and down the beach.

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lotusdumpling · 5 years

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germano and pruaushun for the ask game?

You know my ships, don't you U//w//U

Germano!

who is more likely to fall asleep on the couch

Honestly both but for different reasons. Lovino takes "siestas" (actually he randomly falls asleep anywhere in the middle of the day like a true Roman lol) everywhere and the couch is a go to. Ludwig tends to overwork himself and fall sleep in random places, too. The couch and his desk being two. Lovino usually forces him into bed if he falls asleep at his desk, but maybe they can couch sleep together UwU. But like they'd have to find a way to fit comfortably.

who makes meals and who is more likely to hoard take-out menus

Who dares bring takeout into Lovino’s kitchen??? Into his dining room???? Into his house????? How dare you insult him and his cooking like that? But yeah, he throws out take-out menus. Ludwig likes a nice meal anyway, so he doesn't mind. Lovino cooks mostly. Large Italian lunches, bombass home hosted Aperitivi, filling dinners, maybe tapas if he's feeling it. Ludwig mostly cooks Breakfast, tho, because it's a big part of a German day and not in an Italian one. If Ludwig didn't make them a nice breakfast Lovino would snack and go until lunch (which already tends to be later for him). They both bake, but very different things. Lovino likes things he can bake for a long while but eat in a hurry. Think along the lines of biscotti with espresso, cannoli, babà. He also small fruit tarts and rum cakes because they aren't too sweet. Ludwig has an admittedly large sweet tooth and a soft spot for cakes. Black forest cake, apfelkuchen, Bienenstich Kuchen, Buamkuchen. He likes baking in general, though, and will stretch out towards other things.

who gives nicknames

Both! In a... sorta different way. Ludwig is an awkward romantic, but still a sweetheart through and through. He goes for more sweet titles like Schatzi (treasure), Liebling (darling), Perle (Pearl), or Schnucki. Lovino is a bit complicated if you don't know him as a person. He does use things like Amore (love) and Caro (dear), because he's still a romantic and also to get what he wants shush but he's also likely to call you Capona (block head) and Stronzino (little asshole) in the most endearing ways lol. He would probably also call Ludwig Patanella (little potato) because it's funny.

favorite non-sexual activity

Catch me outside if it's not baking. Catch these hands because I just love imagining Ludwig getting a bit exasperated because Lovino keeps eating chocolate from the bowl or sitting on the counter and Lovino just does it more because it's funny. God forbid if he doesn't love it, tho. Chocolate kisses? Chocolate kisses.

who leaves notes for the other to find

Ludwig. Actually he doesn't like not leaving them around now. They usually remind Lovino to do stuff or to wake up at a certain time but if he has nothing to say they usually just say how much he loves him because he's a sap who can't convey his feelings in words XD.

who crosses the street to pet a cute dog

Ludwig! He's in essence a child compared to Lovino and loves puppies. Lovino has self control. Usually. Mostly. Sorta. Kinda. Maybe. Maybe not. Now Lovino’s gonna go gush over the dog, too. Cooing in Italian while Ludwig just cries silently because words emotions how??? Their dogs are going to be so jealous when they get home.

who takes notes on the other’s favorite foods and makes sure the fridge is stocked

Ludwig. He has no real need to, seeing as Lovino cooks, but he likes to feel at least a little in control. Lovino used to, but he doesn't mind letting Ludwig do it as long as he gets to look over the shopping list. It gives him more time to do some early morning gardening, anyway.

who apologizes first after a fight

Ludwig, verbally. It doesn't help that neither of them are good with words or emotions and misunderstandings do happen. Lovino even being in his presence after a fight is an apology in and of itself, in a way, tho. He will pretend you don't exist if he's angry with you and doesn't do verbal apologies unless prompted. They usually pretend nothing happened until Ludwig brings it up again to make sure everything is okay and that everything will be okay.

who is more protective

Seeing as Lovino is the more laid back in general, I'll have to say Ludwig. And Lovino probably finds it amusing lol.

who says “I love you” first

Depends on the context. Lovino is more likely to say it to embarrass Lud than anything. He shows his love in none verbal ways, mostly. Ludwig is the one who actually says it because he is a sap and Lovino probably gets a bit flustered because he's so damn sweet and they're so cute.

Frying pangle!

who is more likely to fall asleep on the couch

Gilbert because he's a disaster. He's probably late night blogging and he fucking face plants onto his keyboard. They find him the next morning replying to something with "yeaxxxhdhsisxxxdyusisowxxndjdjosossxxx" etc and drooling on the keys. Tho if ever it is needed,,,,,,, couch snuggles. He also over works himself but when he does Erzi makes sure he goes the hell to bed lol.

who makes meals and who is more likely to hoard take-out menus

Bold of you to assume they cook. No jkjk. Erzi cooks and Rod and Gil bake but ain't nobody got time for that.

Gilbert: Are you guys hungry?

Erzsébet: yeah always.

Roderich: Do you guys feel like cooking?

Gilbert: Nope.

Erzsébet: I'll call the pizza place.

Erzi does enjoy cooking! Usually when they don't need to cook tho oof. Paprika is always in the kitchen just in case they're making Gulyásleves, Körözött, or Paprikás Szalonna. Roderich and Gilbert just bake tarts and small pastries then eat them in very large quantities lol. Like apfelstrudel, himmelsleiter, linzer kuchen, or sometimes Sachertorte. God I'm hungry.

who gives nicknames

I feel like they're all on name basis, simply because they're used to it and it's comfortable. But if they switch to titles of endearment, Erzi is the first one to do so. Cute names like Drágám, Kedvesem (both of which mean dear), and Édesem (my sweet), but they also use these towards younger children. Roderich will use small things like Süße/Süßer (sweetie) and Liebling (darling). Gilbert is a bit self conscious about seeming really sappy, but I guess if he had to, he'd probably use Hasi (little bunny) or Mausi (little mouse).

favorite non-sexual activity

Game night! It's either monopoly in which they're all really good at from real life dealing and empire stuff so it lasts a long time and things are most definitely thrown, or Mario Kart and Roderich screams about not knowing the controls and crashing into stuff while it usually ends up being Erzi vs Gil and Erzi most definitely wins every time. Except once when they let him win, don't tell him tho.

who leaves notes for the other to find

Erzsébet, but like small things. Like warning them not to eat certain things or the grocery list for Gil.

who crosses the street to pet a cute dog

GILBERT BECAUSE HE'S WEAK. Roderich is actually afraid of some dogs. Like big dogs and the small ones that bark too much. Which means most dogs. Don't worry, Erzi will protect you from the fluff balls.

who takes notes on the other’s favorite foods and makes sure the fridge is stocked

Erzsébet knows everyone's favorite foods and makes sure they have everything, but Gil is the one that does grocery shopping. Mostly because Gilbert is still amazed by grocery stores in general, Erzsébet probably works, and Rod is a feral old person who refuses to go outside unless they're offered coupon. Speaking of coupons, tho, they do make sure Gil has all of theirs when he goes to the store and tells him what's on sale because they are cheap and he doesn't mind spending time gawking at bananas and only having to pay three cents. Erzi is tired of the cheap toilet paper, tho.

who apologizes first after a fight

Erzi, verbally. They also make sure everything is patched up. Seeing as Gil is the most stubborn, you think he'd apologize last, but he's actually more than likely to apologize before Rod. He's fairly vulnerable after a big argument and he doesn't want those close to him leaving him. Rod has the most trouble verbally apologizing, but they try. If they can't convey how they feel through words, tho, they can always use music. Gil and Erzi can decipher that better than anyone.

who is more protective

Erzi. They will fight for them, dammit! Gil is on a small scale, tho. Like he annoys Erzi and Rod with bad dad jokes and poking fun but if anyone says anything about them he was low key a military order, you gonna get fucked up. Erzi and Gil gonna fuck anyone up.

who says “I love you” first

Roderich! I bit surprising, but I think they're the one who says it casually, wholeheartedly the most. It catches Gilbert off guard and makes him flustered but Erzi is quick to return it because they love them both too much to say in words. Gilbert says it verbally the least, but he makes it known how much they mean to him.

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Chained Heart Ch. 1 - NeroV Fic

Title: Chained Heart

Pairing: V/Nero Rating: M (will change in later chapters)

Word Count: 7707 Summary: "Devil May Cry" is the name of a bar located in a remote part of the town. Not many know of its existence, and even less are aware what "kind" of bar it is. Nero, too, only learns of its existence by talking to a regular online. At said regular's insistence, and admittedly his own curiosity, Nero decides to check it out. Tags: Human AU, BDSM, Dom/Sub, Collars, Light Bondage A/N: This is actually the first DMC fic I wrote, but of course I had to start a multi-chapter xD So, to celebrate the 2nd chapter that I’ll finally post tomorrow, I decided to post it here on tumblr as well^^ Can also be read on AO3.

Chained Heart Chapter 1: Of Angels and Demons

It was well past ten when Nero arrived at his destination. The night was quiet in this remote part of town, far-off from the popular club scene. He had been told that the location was intentional, to avoid unknowing stragglers stumbling into a place they had no business being.

Nero, however, had business being here, of that he was sure. With the lingering bitter taste of disappointment on his tongue, he hoped—no, yearned— to finally find what he was looking for.

Though he had left home when the night was still young, his nervousness had made him idle in a common bar down the road until the hour grew late. He knew what he wanted, and yet, the mere idea of finding it sent his mind into a jittery mess. There was always the possibility of him screwing up this last chance as well.

So he had taken a detour to borrow just the faintest flush of liquid courage. Nothing to impede him, but enough to heighten his senses, to eliminate the "What if?" and strengthen the "I can do it. I want this!"

With that thought guiding his hands, Nero pushed open the bar’s door in front of him. There was no bouncer present and no line. With each step, he left behind the quiet of night and the neon sign of the bar that had guided him, the letters glowing a deep red against the darkened stone of the building.

At first glance, there was nothing of interest to see: only a small set of stairs that led up into a bigger—presumably the bar's— main room. It was surprisingly quiet, Nero only catching a faint bass reverberating in the background, the actual music practically inaudible from where he stood.

The bar was lit up in a warm, but not overly bright light, the dark—possibly black but he couldn't be quite sure—walls absorbing part of the illumination. It wasn't unpleasant; he might even call it cozy, but he didn't want to start praising the establishment before he had seen what he was really here for. He made his way up the well-worn stairs and took a first look at the room that lay beyond.

It was longer than it was wide, with a well-stocked bar to the right and an alcove equipped with tables and comfortable-looking sofas on the left. Nero barely noticed the man behind the bar, who looked up at his arrival; his attention was caught by one of the sofas instead, or rather, the people occupying it.

Reclining comfortably on the couch was a light haired man: tall, broad-shouldered and the epitome of relaxation. He wasn't who caught Nero's attention though; no, his gaze was drawn to the second man sitting to his right, if sitting could even be used to describe his position. He was practically sprawled across the other man's lap, head lowered to rest on the man's shoulder, eyes closed in bliss as the other’s hand carded slow strokes through his hair. The collar on his neck glimmered even in the muted light of the room.

Nero swallowed, for a moment overwhelmed by want, but he could feel the man behind the bar watching him stare, so he forced himself to look away and approach the counter. As Nero did so, his eyes caught light spilling out from what, at first glance, he had thought to be a wall, but turned out to be a room divider consisting of broad straps of what looked like leather, if the way they glinted in the light was anything to go by.

He had the sudden feeling that the actual bar was beyond there, seeing as except for the couple on the couch, the room was devoid of customers. The music, that had only grown faintly louder, also seemed to be originating from the other side.

He was distracted by imagining just what he might find behind that wall, until his gaze met that of the man behind the bar, and suddenly he couldn't look away anymore. There was just something about him, an almost palpable aura of confidence. It was as if the man's gaze alone demanded that Nero look at him.

The man was smiling, but it did not quite reach his eyes. His expression wasn't unwelcoming, but guarded in a way.

"A new face," he said in lieu of greeting. "What brings you here?"

At that point, Nero couldn't shake the feeling that the man was somehow skeptical of him. Maybe he suspected that Nero was unaware of what kind of bar he had just entered, even though Nero knew all too well.

"I was told this place might fit my... expectations, so I came to take a look," Nero told him, watching the man's face somehow grow more guarded.

"Do you have a name?"

At that, Nero paused, a sense of dread growing in him. Was this place possibly invitation-only? If so, the guy who had almost exuberantly encouraged him to check it out had clearly neglected to tell him that tidbit of important information.

Ignoring the dread settling firmly in his gut, he decided to answer honestly. What else could he do?

“The name's Nero.”

And just like that the man's expression changed, his smile growing wide and earnest. "Nero! Glad you could make it! You didn't sound too sure about coming when we wrote the other day.”

Oh. Apparently this was the very man he had thought about just a second ago. Nero hadn't expected to actually meet him when he had decided to take him up on his offer. Not wanting to seem rude, he wracked his brain to remember his name. "...Dante, right?"

"The one and only!" the man proclaimed with a grin. "I apologize for the rough greeting. I take full responsibility for everything that happens in this here establishment, so I like to know who I’m letting in beforehand." Dante sounded genuinely apologetic, even as he gave Nero an obvious once over, making the younger man take just the tiniest step backward. Dante just kept grinning, leaning on the top of the bar in a display of nonchalance. "So, you're looking for someone to show you the reins, yeah?"

Heat rushed through Nero's body at the implication. Unfortunately, he was pretty sure that included his face as well. He cleared his throat, lowering his head slightly in an attempt to make his sudden flush less noticeable. "You could say that."

Dante laughed, somehow managing to sound earnestly amused instead of degrading, prompting Nero to meet his eyes again.

"Don't worry, only decent folk around here, that I can guarantee," he vowed. "You got any experience, kid?"

Nero couldn't suppress the groan that slipped from his lips at the question, unfortunately still remembering said “experience” all too clearly. "Only ah... calls and such." Horrible, horrible calls he very much wanted to forget, thank you very much.

The pity that shone from Dante's eyes at his words told him the man understood exactly what he was talking about. "Sorry about that kid, lots of black sheep hanging about on those kinds of websites." He looked visibly chagrined by that fact.

"Yeah, I figured. But I didn't want to meet anybody when I couldn't be sure—” Nero stopped himself there, suddenly feeling unsure about his own reasoning. “It... just seemed like the better option at the time."

"No, no, no, you did the right thing, kid. Well, the best thing would have been coming here right from the start, but you can't help what you don't know, right?"

Nero thought that he was trying to be supportive, but the grin that seemed almost etched onto Dante's face at this point didn't exactly help the matter.

After a moment of silence, Nero received what he figured was supposed to be a pat on the shoulder, but Dante's hand lingered, and Nero wasn't entirely sure what to make of that.

"But now that you are here, well, welcome to Devil May Cry," Dante said, the hand not resting on Nero's shoulder moving with great flourish toward the admittedly unimpressive bar interior. Then he leaned in, suddenly very close to Nero. "Also, I don't wanna hear any comments about the name, okay? I, too, was young once, you know? Anyway."

At that, Dante stood up straight again and his hand, thankfully, left Nero's shoulder.

Don't get him wrong. Dante didn't seem like a bad guy. Nero just couldn't read him at all, and the nerves he had tried to drown with a few cheap beers earlier were already starting to resurface. He didn't like it. Dante probably meant well, but at the moment it was just a little too much.

"You can probably already tell, but this here area is the lounge bar,” Dante told him, drawing Nero from his own thoughts. “People come out here when they just wanna sit back and relax, or talk to little ol' me. Just kidding. I'm usually in the back myself, just keeping an eye on things, you know?" he asked, as if Nero actually could know, leaving him to nod along as Dante continued talking. "But V's back there right now so I figured I could take a little break,” Dante went on, but Nero honestly wasn't even listening anymore. His attention was drawn to the black leather separating Dante's so-called "lounge bar" from... well, what exactly Nero didn't know, but he knew that he very much wanted to.

"Yeah," Dante said suddenly, a knowing smile on his lips, "that's where the real music plays, not just literally, if you know what I mean.” But suddenly his smile faltered, as if he had just remembered something."It's a little late though, so most folks will already have found their playmate for the night."

"No, I know," Nero assured him quickly. After all, it had been partially intentional on his part. "I don't–"

"No, it's fine," Dante interrupted him. "Feel free to talk and mingle. Or, you know, if it's a little much, it's okay if you just take a look for now, too."

Nero's eyes widened in surprise, wondering if he was that obvious or if the other man was just that good at reading people. If Dante's grin was anything to go by it was probably the former.

"Look, I got this Dom here, practically a local celebrity at this point, so it's difficult to get a hold of him, but I’ll see if I can get him to talk to you. Not making any promises though. It's still up to you to convince him.” Dante winked at him, so quickly that Nero wasn’t sure if he hadn’t just imagined it. “He’s not a bad guy though, definitely qualified for the job.”

Job? Nero hadn’t been aware that he was suddenly considered a “job” now.

Dante just shot him another grin, which Nero quickly came to recognize was one of the man's trademarks. Was Nero really that easy to read?

“Don’t worry, darling. Go on, take a look. But–” Dante paused once more, looking at him. “Dress code’s black, I'm afraid.”

Nero blinked, needing a moment to process that statement after everything he had just been told.

“Oh, right,” he said, a little dumbly, when he finally caught up, unzipping his favorite blue jacket and letting it slip off of his shoulders.

He hadn't known if any specific dress code was in place, but black was always a safe option, so he had chosen pants and a plain tank top both of which he happened to own in that color.

“Is there anywhere I can put this?” Nero asked, jacket now in his hands.

Dante seemed almost surprised for a moment, before smiling again and reaching for the garment. “Sure, you can leave it with me. I promise I'll take good care of it.”

Nero handed the jacket over and Dante put it somewhere behind the bar, out of sight. Then he turned around, looking at Nero once more, and that grin, well, Nero tried to ignore it. But it was impossible to ignore Dante's comment. “Looking good there, honey, go have some fun.”

Nero was about to do just that, when he paused once more, against his better judgment.

“What about you?” he asked, and Dante's eyes widened in confusion. For a moment Nero felt proud at having caught the man off-guard, but it didn't last long. “You're a Dom, aren't you?”

He honestly wasn't sure why he was asking. It was obvious in the way Dante held himself, the way he seemed able to tell Nero what to do without needing words. Yet, he hadn’t even mentioned it, immediately suggesting Nero find someone else, in fact going so far as to offer to find someone for him. Nero just didn't know if that was a good sign or a bad one.

Dante just stared at him for a moment, and then he started laughing. “Me? No, no, no, kid. I'm not taking on any new Subs. I’m getting old, you see? It's difficult enough to entertain my own Subs at times,” Dante told him, adding a secretive wink that, again, didn't really tell Nero anything.

Dante was clearly exaggerating. He was in no way older than 40, but Nero let it go.

“If you say so…”

“I do. Now, shoo, I've got a business to run here,” Dante said, thusly ending the conversation, and proceeded to… sit down and grab some magazine that he had apparently lying around behind the counter.

‘Business my ass…’ Nero thought to himself, turning his back on the other man, and finally stepping through into the adjoined room.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he found there. It was too much to take in all at once, and not just because of the sudden change in color scheme; Nero suddenly found his world dipped into a dark red hue.

The room was surprisingly massive in size, especially compared to the little lounge area he had just left. Nero saw the red hue of the room changing somewhere further in, turning a dark shade of purple towards the middle and a dark blue at the other end of the room. But most of all, the room was full; men and women, dressed from top to bottom in black leather or hardly dressed at all, were spread all across the room. Some were only sitting and talking, some openly engaged in noticeably different activities, but most noticeable of all was a small crowd a little further into the room to his right that seemed to have gathered around a man being tied to the wall.

All of it combined had Nero overwhelmed with conflicting feelings. He was completely out of his element and yet… he also felt like he had finally come home.

One thing was for certain: whether or not he fit in right now, he would make sure he did so as soon as possible. He was fed up with having to consider who he could and couldn't trust with his preferences. Apparently there was nothing quite as eye-opening as seeing a room full of people engaging in exactly what he had been repeatedly ridiculed for in his past to realize that it really wasn't much of an issue at all, not among the right people at least.

He had always figured that at least Kyrie wouldn't judge him if he ever were to tell her, but that still didn't mean he was eager to do so. Seeing this, though, it seemed almost… easy, like it wasn't even particularly worth mentioning at all.

And just like that, Nero was excited, eager. He regretted that he had wasted so much time, had all but lost his chance to delve deeper into the world that had just opened up before him.

The more realistic part of his mind reminded him that he would have had no idea where to start either way, and that coming earlier wouldn't have equaled knowing what he should do with the gained time. So he figured it was fine, no harm done. Now that he knew, he could always come back.

With that, his shoulders, that had grown tense without him noticing, finally relaxed, and he stepped further into the room to continue his exploration.

The walls were lined with the occasional sofa, each one probably big enough for a person to sleep on. The rest of the room was filled with small tables and chairs arranged in no discernible order, which led Nero to the conclusion that the visitors probably moved them themselves, to suit their respective needs.

Nero stopped for a moment where the apparent bondage show continued to draw an even bigger crowd. The man was fully tied at this point, the black ropes around his arms and upper body offering a stark contrast to his skin, which appeared almost red in the light of the room. The man responsible for the display seemed to be in the process of checking the ropes, and Nero could see him talk quietly to his partner, though he was unable to discern what was being said.

As curious as Nero was to see what would happen next, that was not what he was here for. In fact, his interest in bondage specifically was limited, and he couldn't imagine ever having the patience for all the knots to be tied and secured, let alone a full harness. They were nice to look at, he supposed, but ultimately not worth the hassle. There was no point in denying that Nero tended to be rather impatient.

He left the show behind him, even, unhurried steps leading him deeper into the room until the surrounding red hue faded to purple. Nero wondered for a moment if it was caused by the red and blue lights mixing or if there were additional purple lights to emphasize the effect, but he didn't care enough to check. After all, there were much more interesting things to see and find out.

There didn't seem to be too many people in the immediate vicinity, most of them drawn to the attraction going on somewhere behind him most likely. Nero almost dismissed the sitting area entirely until he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t say what it was exactly that drew his attention, but once he turned to look, he found himself completely blindsided by what he saw.

One of the large sofas on the wall was occupied by a man that put everyone else in the room to shame. A dark curtain of hair hid most of his features from view. His skin seemed almost ghostly pale in the room’s light, highlighting every jet black line of ink running across his body—and there were so many of them. The man was reclined, somehow both seeming relaxed and overly aware. There was a book held open in his hand that Nero couldn't imagine could be easy to read in the limited lighting, and yet it seemed like that was exactly what he was doing.

His behavior was both surreal and so ordinary that Nero really couldn't be blamed for missing the other two people with him at first. And yet there was a woman quite obviously resting on the man's lap, seemingly unbothered by the fact that he was paying more attention to his book than to her, if the content smile on her lips was anything to go by. And then there was a man, not so much on the sofa as kneeling in front of it, with merely his head resting on the dark-haired man's knee. The hand not busy holding the book open rested on the kneeling man’s head, stroking in even, soothing patterns, not unlike one would do for a pet.

The kneeling blond wore a collar while the woman didn't, and yet in this moment there was no doubt that both of them belonged to him, though to what extent Nero couldn't even begin to fathom. Were they together or just “playmates”? The only certain thing was that both seemed perfectly content right where they were.

It was clear that the dark-haired man was in complete control, but it seemed so effortless, so easy, that Nero couldn’t help but compare him to the “Doms” that he had the misfortune of getting to know. They had never made Nero feel at ease, so intent on trying to get him to listen to their every word that it was obvious that even the tiniest bit of back talking completely threw them off.

It seemed like Dante had been right: Nero really never should have bothered with those “BDSM” websites. There was no way he ever would have found a man like the one right in front of him there.

Nero's gaze was transfixed; it didn't even occur to him to look away. The dark-haired man alone seemed otherworldly, an aura not unlike Dante's, yet so much more intense, surrounding him. But the whole scene in front of him was simply surreal, and Nero… really wouldn't mind being a part of it.

Nero swallowed, an almost feral longing hitting him full force, and he finally made himself look away and continue walking. The moment he did, Nero thought he saw the man look up at him, but when Nero glanced back the man hadn't moved, still engrossed in his book. Nero sighed. He could really use a moment to calm his suddenly racing heart.

The room turned a cool blue towards the back, and Nero had to admit that the calming color was really appreciated. As if sharing his sentiment, the people back here were engaged in quiet conversation amongst themselves, and Nero just stopped to look around. He had just started to do so when a sudden touch on his shoulder startled him, and not a moment later he came face to face with a woman practically clinging onto him without warning.

“Hey, pretty thing,” a sultry voice purred into his ear as pretty, delicate fingers ran down his arm, “you look lonely. Is there maybe something I could do for you?”

Nero was caught so off-guard by the situation that he needed a moment to process what was happening, and even longer to realize that the woman, despite being obtrusive, held her head lowered, pointedly looking up at him from below with half-lidded eyes in an obvious display. Nero balked when he finally realized what was happening.

The woman seemed to realize her mistake at almost the same time, her eyes widening and her lips forming a perfect O in surprise. She straightened a moment later, her grip loosening, though she didn't let go entirely.

“Oh my God, I'm so sorry. That was presumptuous of me,” she breathed, finally letting her arm slip off of him, as well. She didn't seem too bothered though, since in the next moment she was smiling conspiratorially at him. “You're on the hunt yourself, huh?”

“Uh…” Nero uttered stupidly, having no idea how he was supposed to react to the sudden turn of events. Her eyes widened once more as her smile turned soft. Oh God, he really was that easy to read, wasn't he?

“Oh my. I thought you must be new, but it's really your first time, huh honey?”

“Uhm, I guess…” Nero replied vaguely, not sure if he wanted to continue this conversation at all, but the woman just laughed softly.

“Oh honey, no need to be ashamed! The beginning’s always difficult but, believe me, it's worth it,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Something must have shown on his face again because she was suddenly leaning closer, like she was about to tell him a secret. “Let me just give you a tip: just because we like following orders doesn't mean we're weak, quite the opposite in fact.”

Nero had to admit at this point he was curious, especially when she continued, “Just think of the lengths your Dom goes to to make sure you're satisfied. All you have to do is behave and you'll be treated like royalty.”

Was that how it really was? Nero couldn't quite imagine it; not when his memory was filled with raised voices and slurs when he did not obey immediately (but of course he hadn't, he had no interest in obeying just anybody, after all.)

Nero was snapped out of his thoughts when the woman, whose name he still didn't know, was suddenly right back in his face. “Oh honey, you look traumatized already. Don't worry, everyone around here knows how to treat a Sub with respect. We deserve it, don’t let anybody tell you any different!” The glint in her eyes was fierce, as if she was about to jump up and prove what she had just said, and Nero couldn't help but smile.

That was the second time today that he had met someone who, despite being a little much, was unconditionally kind to him. It felt good not to be judged, and made him infinitely more sure that this was indeed the right place to be.

“Thanks,” he said a little belatedly. “I didn't realize it before, but I think I needed to hear that, so... yeah, thank you,” he added and was rewarded with an arm around his shoulder pulling him into a one-armed hug.

“Anytime, honey!”

It was then, when he was practically close enough to touch, that he noticed her collar for the first time, and ended up staring at it probably longer than was necessary, and definitely long enough for her to notice.

“What?” she asked before following his eyes. “Oh yeah, I have a partner but he is busy, so I have to find someone else to play with in the meantime,” she sighed. “I seem to have lost my touch though, when I'm even jumping Subs now. Sorry about that again.”

But Nero stopped listening after the first sentence, a little floored by the implication. “Your partner doesn't mind?” he asked.

“Of course he doesn't. He knows he's the only one for me, and this,” she said pointing at her collar, “ensures others know, too. He doesn't want me to grow bored in his absence though, so it's fine. A little playtime here on the main floor is usually enough to get my spirits up,” she explained with a smirk.

Nero believed her, basically, but it was still a foreign concept to him. There was a differentiation between “partner” and “playmate” for a reason he supposed, and he was a little embarrassed at how little he really knew.

“Hey,” she said to get his attention again. “Let me give you one more piece of advice right away: doesn't matter if you're going steady with a Dom or just playing around, basically everything is possible if you communicate it beforehand. Tell them what you want and don't want, listen to what they want in return and everything will work out just fine, believe me. But—” and there, she paused to look at him meaningfully, “find the right Dom first, before you worry your pretty little head about everything else.”

She actually ruffled his hair at that, but Nero was quick to escape her grasp. She merely laughed.

They continued talking for a while longer after that, until she eventually looked at her watch, and, declaring she'd given up for the night, said her goodbyes.

Nero took a deep breath once she was gone, realizing that he, too, didn't have much to do at this point. The room was slowly but surely growing more empty, and so he eventually returned to the lounge.

Dante was still there, but he had stopped reading and looked up when Nero came in. “Hey,” he greeted him with a grin, “did ya have fun?”

Nero shot him a wry look. “Not like that,” he said as he sat down on one of the chairs lining the counter.

“Oh, and what might that be?” Dante asked, his grin turning challenging. Nero just sighed and didn't honor that with a reply at all. “Okay, okay, but did you like it? It’s totally fine if you didn't. There are other bars I can recommend to you in that case. Though they're not actually as good as mine, of course.”

“No, no, it's fine. It's great, just—”

“Not the right time?” Dante finished for him. “As I said, it's late. V should leave soon, too, so now would be the only time to talk to him.”

Nero had honestly almost forgotten about that. He remembered Dante mentioning the same name before, and, really, what kinda name was “V”? But it was late, and it was his own fault, so he really didn't want Dante to go and annoy one of his customers for Nero.

“That's really not necessary. I'll just—” But Dante cut him off with a stern look that brightened again the moment Nero stopped talking.

“No,” Dante said once he was sure he had Nero’s attention, “I said I'd help, and since you didn't find anyone on your own, as I suspected, I'll do just that. Now, before that, though, I have just one question.”

“And that would be?” Nero asked skeptically, seeing the man's expression turn unusually serious for a change.

“Do you want to play or do you want to get off?” Dante asked him, “V's very... thorough in his sessions, so I need to know if that's what you want. No point in introducing you two if it's obvious you're not compatible.”

Nero was a second away from choking on air. Really, what was it with people and their sudden, intimate questions? He had the feeling he would need to stop blushing like a damn virgin if he ever wanted to be taken seriously around here. “N-no, that's fine…” he said eventually.

“That's fine?” Dante repeated incredulously, and Nero wanted to hit himself, remembering an all-too-recent conversation about the importance of communication. Nero was aware that he wasn't exactly stellar in that regard. It was about time he started working on that as well.

“No, I mean—” he stopped himself before he could start saying something dumb again and started over, facing Dante. “I want that, so it's fine.”

Dante's eyebrows rose further before his lips split into a grin again. “Learning quickly, eh? Keep that up and you'll fit right in in no time,” he said with hardly hidden praise, and Nero couldn't help the flush that formed on his cheeks at that. “If that's settled,” Dante spoke up again, lifting a part of the counter so he could get out, “why don't you wait in my office while I go fetch V.”

Fetch? Nero couldn't help the feeling that this might be a bad idea after all, particularly if Dante was involved.

Dante merely pointed at a door behind the bar, that Nero hadn't noticed until now, not even waiting to see if his instructions were being followed, before stepping into the other room.

Doms, right? There was nothing else Nero could do, except maybe walk away and ruin not only his slowly budding—dare he say friendship?—with Dante but also every chance at ever coming back here again.

Nero sighed, before moving behind the counter, closing the latch behind him, and entering the indicated room.

It took only a moment for Nero to realize that Dante most likely didn't enter his “office” on a daily basis, if ever. The room was illuminated when Nero walked in, but it was bare save for a suspiciously empty desk and a shelf propped against the wall that contained a few folders, each covered in a thick layer of dust. Dante presumably wasn't a big fan of paperwork. It seemed like a miracle that he managed to run an establishment at all.

There wasn't even anywhere to sit in the “office” except for a single chair behind the desk. Nero wasn't that presumptuous, so he opted to keep standing, preparing himself for a both mentally and physically stressful wait.

It was as if the present was just catching up to him. He was about to be introduced to a Dom, with the very real possibility that he might just become Nero's first Dom.

Strictly speaking, he had talked to Doms before, or at least people who claimed to be, but Nero was willing to wipe the slate clean, start over, open up that spot for someone who actually knew what they were doing. Dante, at least, seemed certain of that, and Nero's heart started beating faster without his say-so. It was too late to freak out now. God, why was he suddenly so anxious again?

It turned out he didn't have to wait long at all before he caught the deepest, most sonorous voice Nero had ever heard in his life approaching the room, threatening to make Nero's knees weak from the sound alone. Unfortunately it didn't sound exactly amused, and so the first thing Nero heard that voice say when the door opened was: "I don't have time to babysit."

Nero felt red hot indignation rising within him, forgetting all about how that voice sounded as he turned towards the source to tell them exactly where they could shove their—!

But instead he froze mid-motion, eyes widening and heart suddenly painfully still.

It was him, the dark-haired artwork of a man he had seen earlier, and up close the man's choice in attire offered a splendid view of exactly how far those tattoos spread. It was quite possible that there was more ink than skin on display and Nero couldn't breathe.

The man looked exactly like before, just as breathtakingly beautiful—quite literally so—despite the frown marring his features. There was a silver cane in his hand that Nero hadn't noticed before, and the man's grip on it tightened, turning his knuckles white, as he turned to Dante, who was following him into the room, saying something that Nero almost didn't catch.

"Don't be too harsh, V. You haven't even talked to the guy."

"I don't have to," V said in response, “I have Subs.”

“Yeah, and last I heard they were out of town, so you should have some time to spare, right?” Dante replied, wearing that same unapologetic grin that Nero had faced earlier.

This was turning into a straight up nightmare.

Nero was entirely unprepared when the man's— V's— attention suddenly turned to him, not even deigning to respond to Dante’s words.

Nero had the strong feeling that V was someone who didn't show his emotions openly. Considering that it was quite obvious to Nero that he wasn't happy to be here, at all, probably meant that he was really pissed off.

Nero had never felt smaller in his life than at that very moment, with that judging gaze resting on him. He barely even had the time to swallow, though, before V seemed to lose all interest, and turned around again.

And Nero knew V was likely just about to tell Dante once more exactly what he thought about “babysitting”, but at that moment it just looked so much like he was about to leave. Nero's heart plummeted and he was overcome with the sudden need to act, now, before it was too late!

"Please wait!"

The words left his mouth before he had any chance to think of a follow-up.

The truth was there was nothing he could say. What could he possibly offer to a Dom like V? Nero couldn't even really call himself a Sub yet, at least not with any confidence. He had Sub tendencies, that he had been sure of for years, but that was a far cry from having any real experience, or even understanding the full extent of the expectations that came with the term.

But that was why was here. He wanted to know. He wanted someone to teach him, and right now he wanted V to teach him, the man who commanded all of Nero's attention so effortlessly, who had both the beauty of an angel and a voice as sinful as the devil’s.

And those eyes, jade green and striking; Nero knew he wanted those eyes on him, preferably always. But for that to happen he needed to succeed, needed some way to prove he was serious.

He saw V reacting to his sudden outburst, but before the man could even finish turning towards him, Nero took a step forward and fluidly dropped to his knees.

When Nero lowered his head, all he could see was V's feet, black leather sandals clinging to flawless skin. They were pointed towards him, the only indication Nero had that the man had indeed turned. Nero only hoped that it was also proof that V was at least willing to listen to him.

It still didn't change the fact that there was literally nothing he could offer the man, though, nothing but his desire to prove himself.

"Please,” he implored, lowering his head all the way to the floor, “all I want is a chance. I won't waste your time."

His request was met with silence.

It probably only lasted a few seconds, a few unbearable seconds, that ended with a soft sound from V, the meaning of which Nero couldn't even begin to fathom. He could only hope it was good.

Those leather clad legs took a step forward, so close that Nero felt tempted to lean in just to know what they would feel like against his skin.

"I suppose he has a certain charm," V said, and with the prior disdain gone, the sound of his voice was sweet and smooth like honey. "Look at me."

Nero was quick to follow the request—no, command —raising his upper body to look at V. A moment later, a single digit placed under his chin lifted his head even higher until he had no choice but to gaze straight into the other's eyes. Nero knew he was being examined, those green eyes seemingly piercing his very soul.

For a while nothing happened, and eventually that single point of contact between them disappeared, but Nero didn't dare move yet as V straightened from where he had leaned down to examine him.

There was scrutiny in that gaze, even now, but eventually V spoke, though his words were anything but what Nero had expected.

“I don't fuck my Subs. I have toys to do that for me. Do you have any objections to that?”

Nero blinked, unable to process all the implications in that statement at once, but he forced himself to respond quickly lest the man lose his patience. “N-No, none.”

Those eyes remained fixed on him, as if trying to discern the truth behind that statement. Nero didn't know if V found what he was looking for when he rose to his full height again.

V lifted a hand, and Nero couldn't help but track its path upwards, past intricately inked skin and one pink, rosy nipple—he really wasn't wearing much at all, was he?— to reach inside his coat and procure a single slip of paper.

Nero almost fell over in his haste to take it as V held it in his general direction.

“Tomorrow, 5 PM. If you have any other appointments you'd better tell me now.”

As Nero examined it, he saw that the note contained a single address and nothing else.

“I'm available,” he replied, almost without thinking. He knew it to be true, and even if not, he would find a way to clear his schedule.

He didn't need to know V any better than he did right now to know that, for him, Nero would do almost anything.

There was the faintest upturn to V's lips when Nero’s attention returned to him. Unfortunately, he had no idea what had caused it to appear.

“It's a business meeting. Dress accordingly, black, but show your neck,” V instructed curtly, and Nero tried to keep up, the sudden dawning realisation that this was actually happening slowing down all other thought. “Being late is the same as not showing at all. You might as well not bother then.”

“N-no, I'll come,” Nero assured quickly. The mere thought of missing this was making his skin crawl.

“Of course you will,” V replied and, if Nero wasn't imagining things, there was just a hint of amusement in his voice. “Otherwise you'd be wasting my time. And I don't believe in second chances.”

“I only need one. I'll be there,” Nero said with all the conviction he could muster.

V's gaze remained unmoving, and Nero couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness under such intense scrutiny.

“Hm,” V voiced wordlessly, before turning around, apparently having nothing left to add to the conversation. Instead, he turned to Dante, who Nero had all but forgotten was there as well. “I'll be taking my leave now.”

“Sure. Later, V,” Dante replied so casually that Nero almost balked, but V neither reacted nor turned before he left the room.

The moment the door closed behind him Nero all but collapsed, all tension leaving his body at once.

He had made it, somehow. He had a date—an appointment?—with a Dom. And not just any Dom, but one so beautiful and awe-inspiring that it was hard to believe he was even real.

“You okay there, kid?” Dante's question pulled him back to reality and Nero sat up properly, not yet daring to stand lest his knees fail him.

“Yeah... I'm good.”

Dante grinned at him, looking unfairly amused at the whole situation. “Got quite a presence, huh? Don't be ashamed, he's brought tougher men to their knees.”

Dante winked at that, and Nero really didn't need Dante to tell him for him to believe it. To Nero, it was hardly surprising, and exactly the reason he was so jittery in the first place.

“Even you?” he asked instead, trying to distract Dante as much as himself.

Dante laughed. “Not my style, kid. If I ever felt like trying though… why not?”

“Really?” he asked in surprise. That was not the response Nero had expected.

“Listen, kid. I mean what I said, okay? He knows what he’s doing. As long as you don't act like a complete dick, which I don't think you will, I'm sure you two will get along just fine.”

And again, Dante proved to be way more insightful than he let on. Nero sighed.

Could it really be that easy, though? V didn't seem overly patient and Nero feared that the smallest slight on his part might ruin everything. God, and here he had no real clue what he was doing to begin with.

He heard Dante mirror his sigh and soon after a heavy hand landed on his shoulder, shaking him softly. “Relax, kid. He knows you're an amateur and he still accepted. He's not going to suddenly expect that you won't mess up ever. As long as he can see you're trying, you'll find a solution that you're both satisfied with.” Dante sounded so sure of every word that it was hard not to believe him.

“You really think highly of him,” Nero said, as that realization finally sunk in.

“Sure I do, and I'm by far not the only one. He's not as popular as he is because he's an asshole, that's for sure.”

It made sense. But there was something else, a recent memory that still buzzed around in Nero’s mind. “Is it true though?”

Dante looked at him, and, sensing that Nero had calmed down somewhat, removed his hand from his shoulder. “Is what true?”

Nero looked to the side, promising himself that sometime soon he'd stop acting like a virgin whenever the topic came up—the result of growing up in an environment where it was very much considered normal to have sex but very much abnormal to talk about it. But that time had not yet come.

“That he doesn't fuck his Subs? You said—”

But Dante made a quick “hold up" gesture that Nero saw even from the corner of his eyes, so he stopped, turning to the other man again.

“I said he is thorough. What exactly other Doms get up to during their sessions is not something I pry into. For now, you should just take his word for it.”

Nero just blinked. No closer to a satisfying answer in that regard, he settled for trying to make sense of everything else that had happened so far. At least that was his plan, until Dante suddenly stepped in front of him, forcing Nero to look up.

“What you should also do is stop looking like a wet rag,” he proclaimed and proceeded to grab Nero's arms to pull him onto his feet. Nero could do nothing but make sure he didn't lose his balance at the sudden movement and stumble into Dante.

“Much better.” Dante grinned, and Nero was suddenly aware of how exhausted he was that he didn't even have it in him to be annoyed at the other man. “Go home and get some rest. You want to be fit for your date tomorrow, right?” Dante gave him a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

Nero could only roll his eyes and hold onto his jacket as it was suddenly thrust at him from God knows where.

“You're welcome, by the way,” Dante added, and Nero’s grip went slack for a moment.

“Yeah. Thank you, Dante,” he said honestly.

He hadn't expected anything like this to happen when he came here, but now he was really fucking glad he did.

“Now don't get all mushy on me. Shoo, shoo.”

“I won't,” Nero promised as he pulled his jacket over his shoulders, “but thank you anyway. I'll be back.”

Dante was smiling when Nero looked back at him one last time, more honest than his usual grins, and Nero gave a quick salute before leaving.

Once back outside in the cool night air, Nero took a deep breath.

Well, so much for not being successful tonight.

With a single slip of paper grasped securely in his hand where it rested inside his pocket, he started his way back home. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

If you liked it, please like and/or reblog, and feel free to yell at me via asks or messages if you want^^The second chapter will be up tomorrow, so stay tuned!

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oumiyuki · 5 years

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i will come with simple one now do ChikaYou No.38 idk if someone already request before me but i just make my head and heart clear for this

38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Title: It’s all your fault

Pairing: ChikaYou

Genre: Fluff and Romance

Words: 1022

Author Notes

This is a cute prompt, isn’t it? :P I hope you like it, Cream!

May you enjoy~ XD

“So you’ve to take note of your mathematics grades, okay Takami? And…”

Chika nods to the teacher though her mind was elsewhere.

I feel like this teacher has been talking for half an hour already…Will You-chan be bored waiting for me outside..?

“Okay. Be sure to revise and do your homework.”

Chika breaks into a smile that the nag was finally over and she gives a more enthusiastic nod. “Understood, teacher. Can I- May I go now?”

The teacher sighs; not needing to ask to know that the orangehead did not want to hear any more. “Alright. Head home before dark.”

“Kay~” Chika hurries out the teacher’s lounge.

Yosh! Here I come, You-chan! Sorry for the wait!

Chika jogs to the school gate where her girlfriend would be waiting but she slows to a stand when she notices a bunch of girls surrounding the ash-brunette – and they were laughing and smiling. Chika pouts at the scene.

… And here I was feeling bad for making you wait. Yet you’re happily chatting with a bunch of fangirls.

The orangehead stares from the side; feeling upset that her girlfriend’s attention wasn’t on her, those sky blue eyes weren’t looking at her.

How should I make my presence known…

Chika’s teeth play with her bottom lip as her mind juggled a few ideas to approach You and get her away from the group of people who shouldn’t be there – in Chika’s honest opinion. One idea stays in the orangehead’s mind and since she could not be bothered to think of more, she goes with it.

Taking long strides over to You, Chika executes her dramatic entry that was guaranteed to capture all of You’s attention – tripping herself to fall headfirst in the swimmer’s direction.

You notices Chika approaching but was shocked into action when her girlfriend started falling. You hurriedly catches Chika so her girlfriend won’t meet the floor.

“Ch-Chika-chan!? Are you okay?” You searches Chika’s face for signs of harm or exhaustion or anything, her voice thick with concern. A few seconds of appraising and You scoops Chika up into a bridal carry, and she carries her off, giving the fangirls a brief smile before giving all of her attention to bringing her girlfriend away.

Uu…You-chan…of all the many ways you can bring me away, you choose to carry me like this!

A good five minutes of walking later, You slows her pace considerably and breaks the silence, “So, how long are you gonna pretend to be unconscious?“

You-chan knew!

Chika opens her eyes reluctantly with a huge duck-billed pout and drawled out grunt.

If you knew, you could have said something earlier…

You couldn’t keep it in anymore and she chuckles, those chuckles turning into full body laughter. Chika’s face bursts into hot flames of embarrassment.

"D-don’t laugh!"

Mou, You-chan!!!

The ash-brunette could not stop her laughing as she keeps a firm hold of Chika. "I…can’t…” You speaks in between the laughter bubbling out of her. “You fainted… straight into my arms…”

“Uuu…..” Chika pulls at You’s blazer since she could practically do nothing else. She already did the deed and has to suffer the embarrassing consequences.

“You know, if you wanted my attention…you didn’t have to go to such extremes…” You blinks some tears of joy that have appeared from all her laughing; though she was unable to wipe it off since her hands were busy carrying her girlfriend.

“Ahhh, it’s all your fault okay! Here I was worried that I kept You-chan waiting for too long and you’d be bored outside. Yet..! Yet you were happily chatting with a bunch of other girls!” Chika harrumphs after a whole lot of pulling at You’s blazer to the point that it was out of place and crumply - You, of course, does not mind one bit.

You should know by now that I’d be jealous!

The ash-brunette smiles widely at her adorable girlfriend being all sweet and jealous and unreasonable but cute.

“Stop grinning!!"

"Don’t ask for the impossible, Chika-chan~ And you know…” You trails off to capture the orangehead’s interest which works as Chika waits, wide-eyed still pouty.

“I may not have been too bored waiting for you, but I can only have the most fun when I’m spending it with you, Chika-chan. Not any other girl.” You finishes with a gentle and charming smile.

Chika swallows then groan and flails about in You’s arms. “Let me go…baka-You-chan! Pervert!”

Stupid charming You-chan!

“Eh? Why?"

"Flirt! Playgirl!"

Always making my heart go doki-doki! Mou!!

Chika’s rough flailing leaves You with little choice but to carefully let Chika be back on the floor, though she keeps their hands connected as the orangehead calls her many things she believes she’s not.

"Chika-chan? I truly mean what I say…And if I only ever tell you these things…Surely you can’t call me a flirt that way." You says in a rather sad tone, lips almost a tiny, hurt frown.

Chika puffs her red cheeks out and lowers her gaze, mumbling indignantly. "I don’t care…baka."

You should be the one asking for forgiveness here…Why are you making me feel bad?

You breathes a sigh of relief out her nose as she could tell that Chika doesn’t mean any of the titles labelled on her a moment ago, and the way Chika was squeezing and tugging her hand closer to her means Chika loves her just as much as she does for her mikan-lover. You giggles again.

Chika blushes more at that.

Mou…Why is You-chan so cute when vulnerable? And that giggle is just against the rules…

Chika squeezes You’s hand harder, reflecting the tight squeeze of her heart as her love for You grows yet again. Thinking back, Chika knows why she would feign fainting to get You’s attention, it truly is the best method to getting closer to her girlfriend. Chika gives You a sideward glance and a small but hugely in love smile.

Seeing You looking right at her and a full-blown smile appearing just for her, Chika can’t help but feel happiness enveloping them.

Yeah, You-chan is my girlfriend and only mine. No one else’s.

Author Notes

I wanna write more!! @w@

But first, some blushy Chika feign fainting into her girlfriend’s fit arms~ mm~ www hehe~

Hope y’all enjoyed this! *O*

Leave me a comment if you like~ :P (I’ll be catching Z’s and dreaming of ChikaYou~ :P hehe~)

#chikayou #youchika #love live! sunshine!!#watanabe you #takami chika #love live!#fanfiction #fanfic #drabbles #writing #yuri #fluff #romance #prompt ask #prompts ask

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nymphl · 5 years

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Lie to Me – Hux x Reader - Ch. 2: Lies & Truths

A/N: Hello! Sadly, I couldn’t come up with chapter 20 of Lie to Me, as I am very busy at work this week we are moving out, Gods don’t wish that even for the worst of enemies and when I got home, I couldn’t only think about sleeping. But I decided to come here and update chapter 2 of Lie to Me - Lies & Truths. It’s not the same thing and I know you’re waiting for Reader’s answers for Hux’s question “Will you rule with me?”, but I really couldn’t update. Sorry! xD Anyways, I hope you like it xD I promise, I’ll be able to update next week. You can hold me to that! Also, my thanks to everyone who left a kudo and reblogged the 1st chapter! Love you all <3 If you want to be tagged, let me know!

Story Summary: Falling for the enemy… That’s probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. Letting him live… for he should be dead. And you should’ve been the one to kill him. You had him, right there… and you let it escape through yours fingers. He lived. And now only the time could tell if you made the right decision — more likely wrong — by saving the amnesiac General of the First Order and telling him he was your husband. [Hux x Reader - Hux x You]

Warnings for the entire story: Will contain at times; graphic violence, sex, drugs and manipulation, coarse language and OOCness.

AO3 Tags: from enemies to lovers; eventual romance; memory loss; fake marriage; fake marriage becomes real marriage; rebellion; married couple; canon divergence; slow burn romance; politics; rebel alliance; resistance; first order; OOCness; eventual smut; eventual sex; power play; power dynamics; syndicate; lies; you lie; Hux lies; Hux backstory; manipulation; political alliances; political betrayals; secret organizations.

Wordcount: 3509

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FOR A MOMENT, NEITHER OF YOU SPOKE. HIS SILENCE MADE YOU EVEN MORE APPREHENSIVE. It was obvious he recalled at least a bit of his life — he did recall his father and the First Order — to have some doubts about being married to you would not be that much of a surprise, would it?

Slowly, his hand withdrew from your face and you inhaled sharply, as if expecting him to deny everything you said. Thankfully, he did not seem force sensitive — if you could go by the information on the datapad, he seemed quite averse to it; relying on the military prowess —, for if he were, he would know you were lying. If he did not know already.

“You should sleep,” you said once again, this time hoping he would follow your advice. “We can talk tomorrow, my…” Love… you would say. At some point, you would have to say it if he were to believe the two of you were indeed married and that was not just some made up story you came up with.

The very thought of using such endearment to him — a stranger, a murderer, your enemy none the less, made you feel nauseated; when you had only used that to your late husband —, so you decided to use what came first to your mind. Lord… That would do. In most unions in Dantooine, the husband owned the wife, so you figured out he would not find it odd if you decided to call him by such title.

“Rest now, my Lord…” you finished.

When his blue eyes did not leave you, you had to bite the inside of your cheek to control your urge to scream.

“I promise we will have a long conversation tomorrow.”

His eyes closed this time, but the blank expression on his face did not make you feel any more reassured. On the contrary, you expected him to wake up in the middle of the night and kill you for your lies — half-truths, you corrected yourself. If — and again there were so many ifs in this entire situation — the datapad was anything to go by, there was indeed someone inside the First Order trying to get rid of him, so when you said they attacked him, it could very well be the truth.

“Did the First Order choose you?”

Kriffing hell!

What were you supposed to answer to that?

You decided, for a change, to go with the truth.

“No.”

You wetted your lips and stared at his face. He still had his eyes closed, as if in deep thought.

“Should they?” This time, you were genuinely curious. “Does the First Order always choose with whom their assets should get married?”

He opened his eyes, staring intensely at you. He did not have enough time to try to raise his chest from the bed; you placed your hand on his firm skin, pressing him down.

A hiss escaped his lips as you made contact with his still unhealed wound.

“You never… Never spoke much about the First Order…”

You only hoped he did not catch the trembling in your voice. It was getting increasingly difficult to keep that lie — and you had only started it.

Get a grip of yourself, (Y/N)!

“I see…” he mumbled to himself and you took the opportunity to bring the blanket to cover his nude chest.

“Now, you really should rest, my Lord.”

Your anxiety skyrocketed when you left the bedroom, put the utensils in the sink and let your trembling legs slither to the floor. The lights flickered in and out again, till everything went black. Senses once more sharpened, you could hear his breathing as he apparently slept in the chamber beside the kitchen.

Your house was small, and the rooms were all close together. There was no luxury and the few furniture you still had — most of it you took to the Hospital; there were people who needed them more than you did — were old and worn out. Not very fit to welcome a General of the First Order.

The very thought made you smile.

It was all so ridiculous.

You should’ve killed him…

This thought did not leave your mind. And even if the idea of murdering someone in cold blood repulsed you, you knew it was probably the right thing to do. How many more lives would he take if he recovered his lost memories? And you bet he would recover them sooner than you expected.

What was one life close to millions? Billions, even.

Tired, you closed your own eyes and rested your head against the pillar of the sink. You did not expect sleep to find you so soon.

You woke up the next morning with the sound a hiss and something crashing on the ground — a glass, perhaps? or so you thought. With blurred eyes and confused about your whereabouts — it was not usual for you to wake up on the floor — you walked to the bedroom, only to find your… husband — the word brought a bitter taste to your lips — trying to get up from the bed.

The need to roll your eyes was huge, but you schooled your features and opened your mouth to ask what he thought he was doing, however, you were interrupted by him and an aggravating question, “Where did you sleep?”

You opened your mouth twice to explain, but the words failed you. If you were married, it was expected that you slept on the same bed. However, due to his condition, it was obvious you were not to share such a small mattress with him, unless you both hoped to worsen his already fragile condition.

Of course, he did not buy your explanation and simply dismissed it with his hand as he sat on the bed. His arms shook with the exertion. You forgot the quarrel — could it be called as such? It was obvious he did not like what you said — and rushed to his side, aiding him to rise.

“I need a bath,” he said, and you could not help but notice his voice sounded much clearer than the night before.

You nodded. No one could say you did not agree with him. In this past month you had cleaned him with wet tissues, but he weighed more than he looked, and you were afraid of opening his wounds if you moved him too much.

With no help whatsoever — no one in the village knew he was your guest; you feared their reaction to the news that would come sooner or later —, you had to improvise.

It did not mean he stank, but he did not sport the most pleasant of scents either. He seemed repulsed by his appearance in general and bothered with how he smelled — if how he scrunched his nose was of any indication, it is.

With a barely concealed smile, you placed his arm on your shoulders and guided him to the armchair in which you usually slept. The flimsy blanket and pillow were still tossed carelessly, with you having no time whatsoever to rearrange anything before the abrupt wake up call.

“This is where you have been sleeping.” It was no question. His arms were on the armrests, his eyes watching every part of the small house with rapt attention.

You usually did not bother yourself with how your house looked — you spent very little time in it anyways and there were more people out there who did not have half of what you owned, however little it was — but his scrutiny made you feel slightly uncomfortable.

Remembering he had asked you a question or something close to it, you replied on your way to the refresher, “Not tonight, my lord.”

There was silence while you drew the bath. It did not matter how poor the entire planet was after so many conflicts and Wars, it still did have much water — you had heard of invaded planets who had Factions controlling the water and distributing it as if Kyber Crystal — and no matter how much poor your house was, the fresher was conveniently furnished. You once had a sonic shower, but you saw fit to give it to the Hospital where it would be put to better use. You always dreamed of having a sonic bath, but you never managed to get one. It would be handy now, if you had one. Your husband would have to be contented with a bath and, when he could stand on his legs by himself, the shower.

When you felt the water was warm enough to relax his sore muscles, but not too hot to burn his skin, you walked back to the bedroom and found him assessing his injuries.

It did not take him long to focus those impossibly blue eyes on you.

“How long have we been married?”

Kriffs!

That you were not expecting.

You opened your mouth, but all reasoning seemed to have left you. And here you were worried the General would complain about the lack of a sonic shower and bath in the fresher.

His voice surprised you yet again and the reasoning contained in his words left your mouth hanging open.

“By my counts, we couldn’t have been together for more than measly three years.”

“Three and half, my lord,” you replied, looking at the floor.

Considering both of your ages and how long you were widowed, it seemed a fair reasoning. You just had to remind yourself of such assertion in case he ever asked again or anyone around you did.

“And that’s the state of this…” His eyes left you and roamed the surroundings. You felt your face warming up with embarrassment. Truth be told, you knew how to repair most of what needed to be repaired, but you did not have time nor energy to do so. “…of our house?”

You did not know what to make out of his words. Was he ashamed because it usually fell on the husband’s shoulder to take care of the house or because he had to live — temporarily, you added that as it would make you less guilty — in such uninhabitable place?

He tried to get to his feet again and this time he roughly managed to, his arms placed against the wall, holding most of his weight.

“Let me help you, my Lord.” With one of his arms around your shoulders, you sustained him. He was a tall man, you noticed it now. Even leaning on you, he still towered. You wondered how taller he would look when he could stand up by himself. “You are still bedsore, my Lord. I believe you will be able to walk by yourself by the end of the week.”

“Unacceptable.”

His answer caught you off guard and made you furrow your brows.

“Two days at most.”

You did not comment that after receiving injuries such as his, it would be almost impossible for him to be around and about in only two days and instead concentrated on helping him to enter the refresher.

It was the next action that caused you to stop on your tracks. You swallowed. His trousers would have to be removed at some point and there was no else around to help you. Or help him.

You drew in a sharp breath and moved your hands to his trousers, only to have them gently pushed away.

Oh, thank the maker!

Without looking at him; your eyes conveniently stationed at his shoulders, you helped him enter the bathtub and turned your back on him immediately, part of you screaming that you would not go far on that lie if you refused to look at him in the eye — or naked. The other half only guaranteed it was the right thing to do. He was a stranger — and even if he were your husband, without his memories, he was basically a stranger — and as such you should preserve his privacy, even from yourself.

Yes.

That made sense.

“Where are you going?”

Errr…

He was not supposed to ask that.

“Make breakfast?” You bit your bottom lip and asked — hoping, praying, whatever, for a negative answer, “Do you…” You told yourself to breathe. “Do you need help, my Lord?”

His lack of answer was answer enough.

What a relief.

You let yourself exhale slowly and squared your shoulders to exit the fresher. You did not go that far, however. His voice sounded loud and clear in your ears.

“I do expect you to return to our bed tonight.”

The reply was automatic. Without him staring at you with those icy blue eyes, it was easier to voice your opinions and disagreements.

“It would only worsen your condition.”

Noticing that perhaps it came out a bit harsher, you added “my Lord”, something that would become customary in the future.

He took a while to respond, and it was all that took for you to leave the fresher. His voice, however, caught you in your way to the kitchen.

“I have survived worse.”

You were not surprised to find out he could, indeed, stand on his legs in two days — even if it was with the help of an improvised cane, he was walking around and about. If anything, it only made you realize that your enemy was a powerful and dangerous man; that he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

The two of you were currently in the kitchen, sharing a meal in silence — you would not come to label it as comfortable, but it was not awkward either. Your eyes were cast down and his were focused on your face.

He chewed the food slowly, taking his time. Now you knew he was not scrunching his nose at the smell. At one point everyone gets used to Kibla Green.

Carefully, you raised your eyes from your bowl and ran them over his frame. He almost made you choke when you realized he caught you staring.

Face scorching hot, you shifted your attention back to your food.

Last night had him querying you about his clothes. They were absolutely not his style. Not to mention they did quite not fit him.

He was slimmer than your husband — the only and one — and taller. As a result, most of the clothing was simply not his match. Too large and too small at the same time.

Not that hungry anymore, you just toyed with the food in your bowl, not very keen on finishing it. A billion of thoughts ran through your head, all of them aggravating. The worse, however, was that nasty, nagging feeling that he knew somehow.

His questions only added to this sensation and darkened your mood. He would question just about everything. You were almost pointing out that he was paranoid — not that he did not have reasons to be. You knew that one did not reach the position of General of the First Order by trusting everyone. However, you thought that given his current state, you should be the one he would trust the most.

It was just infuriating that he didn’t!

You bit the inside of your cheek. You had to come up with some idea to make this situation a bit better. To make him believe you.

Noticing that he had finished and that you yourself could not eat anymore, you picked both of your bowls and placed them in the sink. You returned to the table, ready to retrieve the rest of the utensils when he wrapped his hand around your wrist.

Startled, you raised your eyes to his — even with him sitting down and you standing up, you could not say you towered over him — just to find his blue orbs closed.

His shudder was not missed by you, and you lost no time to ask if he was in pain.

“I’ll just clean up this mess and I’ll get a look at your wounds.”

He remained silent; his eyes trained on your lips as you spoke. The hand wrapped around your wrist caressed the inside of your pulse, making your blood pump faster.

You tugged your arm lightly, asking silently for him to let go.

He didn’t.

“My Lord…”

As if he finally heard you, he stood up. Hand still wrapped around your wrist, he pulled you closer. Much closer than proper, much closer than you felt comfortable with.

You tried to calm down your heartbeats and reminded yourself he thought he was your husband.

It all gone to waste when he lifted your chin; his right hand on the small of your back, tracing it with small strokes.

You shuddered.

He bowed his head and closed the gap between you.

Kriffs!

You closed your eyes.

His breath caressed your face.

You heart was on the verge of escaping your mouth.

Another shudder.

You could almost feel his lips on yours.

His tips held your chin firmly in place, but not enough to bruise. He was almost… gentle.

Your heart beat faster now.

His lips were almost grazing yours.

Even closer now…

His lips skimmed your cheek and later your chin.

Your chest heaved.

When you finally could not take it anymore, you mumbled.

“Please…”

You did not know what you were begging for. Was it for him to kiss you at once or for him to break apart?

He seemed to take it for the second and stepped away.

You shuddered again when his warmth was no longer engulfing you.

Slowly, you opened your eyes only to find him staring back at you; an unreadable expression on his bluish orbs.

“Don’t we have a protocol droid?”

He traced your lips with the tip of his finger.

You gasped.

And totally forgot his question.

He leisurely smoothed his index finger on your bottom lip. You felt your mouth growing dry and subconsciously tried to wet it. Only to have your tongue caressing his skin.

This time, both of you shuddered.

Eyes widened, you broke apart and put some distance between your bodies. He straightened his back and looked at you, as if expecting your answer.

Furrowing your brows, you wondered what he did ask in the first place.

“The droid,” he offered, eyes once again focused on you.

The protocol droid. Right!

“We did have one,” you said, trying to control your breath. Once again, you decided to go for the truth. Or the half-truth. “But I decided give it to the hospital. They would put it to a better use.”

“I see,” he replied, both of his hands crossed behind his back.

In this position, he seemed very almighty. In fact, he looked like the very general you had seen in the datapad.

A minute or two passed in silence and you found yourself unable to control your nerves and get it done with the utensils.

He had almost kissed you.

And you stood there and let him.

Almost, you reminded yourself.

But it should not get this far. Not this soon, at least.

Not ever, part of you thought. The other part knew, however, that one day he would want to do whatever married couples did and how were you supposed to deny him?

You could not go for ‘you’re injured’ forever; he healed faster by the day. And you could not fake sickness; your health has always been top notch.

Noticing you were shaking completely, you let go of the utensils before you cut yourself and walked back to the bedroom.

He was there already. His back turned to you. He was naked up the waist and the scars on his back — old scars, not the fresh wounds that were about to mark him for good — made you bit your lip.

You stood there for a good couple of minutes, unsure of what to do.

When he turned to face you, you forgot how to breathe.

Clearing your throat, you walked to the wardrobe and retrieved the datapad.

You were not sure you should do that — for the maker, you were not even sure you did the best by saving him! —, but you knew you had to make him trust you somehow.

And at the moment, you could not come up with better solution.

You walked to him and slowly reached out, offering the datapad. He did not take it immediately and no word left his lips, but his expression made it all clear he wanted to know what that was.

You wetted your lips.

“I found it in this newest attack…” You looked at his eyes, he was staring at you rather intensely. This time you touched him out of your own volition. You drew his hand into yours and placed the datapad between his fingertips. It was a dangerous bet, this one you were betting on. He could read whatever files he would find there and only the maker could know what more. But you had to try. “I-I… It belonged to the First Order.” His eyes went cold at your words. “And I think it’s time for you to have it.”

A/N - Chapter 3 - Hot & Cold will be updated as soon as possible. Next week I’ll be focusing on updating chapter 20 on AO3, but I think I can manage to post it here as well xD It’s been fun rereading this story. Besides fixing the mistakes, it also helps me a lot to prepare for what’s come and I can only hope you will like what’s to come. I think that’s all and I hope you like it xD

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scartale-an-undertale-au · 7 years

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Papers of Homelessness - Chapter 29

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a/n: the snowball had begun its descent. poor chara not getting a break from me XD

Your back was extremely warm when you woke up again. You blinked and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and gave a big yawn, standing up and stretching, a loud clack alerting you that you were stretched enough. Slumping, you turned to look at what made you so warm.

You jumped, your face and ears burning.

Frisk was sleeping with her back to you, face covered with her hair and limbs sprawled outwards… at least she didn’t sleep on you. You tried to push away your blush and pulled the covers back over Frisk, brushing back her hair so she would not suffocate on it and then rushed out of the room.

It was still the middle of the night so you went down the stairs, wanting to get your bag and get home. Man, your mother is going to be pissed off. This was the third night you were late… and didn’t tell her.

See? A phone didn’t help either!

You opened the door to find Grillby next to the high table you normally filled the sandwiches on, a black notebook open and a nightlight lit next to him, washing everything in soft orange. Grillby tapped with his pen on his glasses and then scribbled something down.

“Grillbz?” You called and the man looked up. “…Hi.” You waved awkwardly and grabbed a bar chair, bringing it next to your boss and then sat down, looking over the notebook. You pointed at where he was calculating the expanses. “You did a minus here.”

The redhead looked down, his hair seeming to be on fire in the dim light, and then nodded. “…Thank you…”

You shrugged. “Don’t want to end up with minus money.”

“…Pun.”

Dammit. Sans was rubbing off on you already.

Grillby’s mouth turned to a flat line and his eyes crinkled a tad bit. “Are you… better?”

You nodded, feeling embarrassment heat up your face from the memory of being all over Frisk like a baby unable to hold his head up. “Sorry for the trouble. I don’t know what went over me.”

“…It’s okay…” Grillby replied, standing up and going for the sink, and soon the sound of bubbling waters echoed in the room while you took the pen and begun going over the numbers and the dates of different appointments and payments. You noticed that he had raised Frisk’s salary since last month and sighed to yourself at the new title next to her name – ‘Protector’. You didn’t like the reminder of Frisk’s ‘side job’. You looked at your nickname and chuckled – 'Narrator’.

Well, old habits die hard. You grinned and scribbled next to Grillby’s name 'Deadpan’ before returning to the calculations and the littles ideas you had gotten from stories your Job Critique class professor had told his students.

A mug of steaming herbal tea was placed next to the notebook and you looked up to see Grillby sit next to you while sipping from his own tea.

“Thanks, Grillbz,” You muttered and put the mug to your lips, inhaling the spicy sweet smell of ginger and honey. A good way to wake you up.

Said man nodded and then perked up. You stared at him in confusion. He tapped his cup. “Told… your mother…”

You should be glad that she won’t kill you… but knowing Grillby he told her exactly what had happened… shit.

“Really, Grillbz?” You groaned. “She’s not going to let me leave the house now.”

“She… was worried…”

“I know, I know. But you could have just told her that I’m sick or something…”

You sighed. “Whatever, I’ll just get home and get this over with.”

“I'll… drive you…”

“Thanks…”

Silence fell over you two for a moment before you realized that you had a question to ask. You lowered your mug, causing Grillby to look up, and sighed, “What… do you know what happened to me back there?”

“…” Grillby’s eyes studied you for a long while before the man lowered his cup as well. “…Attack.”

“Excuse me?”

“…” Grillby still eyed you, but seemed to be hesitating. “…Past.”

“My past?” You quirked a brow up and the redhead nodded. “I don’t remember being in a fight with people narrating it.”

“…That's… your flash?”

You nodded but then snorted. “Seriously, it’s probably some stupid nightmare I had when I was a kid. Mom said I used to have those a lot when I was younger.”

Grillby didn’t answer that, but you got the feeling that he wasn’t convinced.

You weren’t either.

Something about that vision had rattled you to the bone. Not because it was of you fighting to your death. You were in worse situations. No… it was because you had felt as if it was something familiar. Known. You were scared, but you had the feeling of acceptance, as if you had known that it would happen sooner or later.

It was almost making you long for it.

You shook your head and sighed. That was a really messed up night. Too many revelations for one night. You just wanted to go home and crash. You’ll probably ditch school tomorrow…

Grillby led you to his car and you saw from the corner of your sight a flash of light and glanced up to see Frisk at the hall window facing the street from the second floor, her eyes settling on you.

You grinned wryly and gave a thumb up in a silent goodnight. Frisk took a moment but then nodded, making a small circle over her shoulder and tapping it once before slinking back into the house.

Grillby was looking with a new glint in his eyes at you when you reached the car.

You tilted your head and inquired over his strange reaction.

“…Code of… stay safe.”

Your cheeks and ears burned again.

Dammit, Frisk!

You were 'granted’ a sick leave from Grillby and so was restricted to your bed by your worried mother, able only to read and knit and eat whatever your mother had made. You felt stupid since you were feeling perfectly well, but the one time that you had tried to leave the house, you got dragged back in by the furious woman calling herself your mother.

You wanted to yell at her, but knew that you’ll be in a worse position if you’ll open your mouth. So wisely you kept your mouth shut and let yourself get put back in bed.

You wanted to scream.

You weren’t sick! You simply had one stupid panic attack! Grillby must have blown the whole ordeal out of proportions.

You were brooding, you knew that, but having no way to leave your room, you decided that it was the best course of line.

So you fixed a deep scowl onto your face and picked up the detective book that you had started earlier that day – 'In the Woods’, which was about kids missing with only one being found, but the catch was that the kid had amnesia.

You felt a bit uncomfortable with the amnesia part, especially the parts where the aged up protagonist had the small bits of memory. It reminded you too much of your vision and you didn’t like the jabs of panic in your chest.

But you couldn’t stop reading just because of a stupid feeling. Besides, you felt some part of you reaching for the book, aching to know more. You felt as if the protagonist was you in some way.

Well, that means that the book was doing its job, no?

You decided to ignore the strange feelings and set aside the book, unable to focus on the words, picking up the knitting needles and the half made sweater, hoping it would calm you down.

But you were still jittery, so soon even the knitting was out of the question.

That was bad. If even knitting was not helping, what are you going to do?

You stood up and went to your closet, opened the door and begun taking clothes out. You probably should organize your room… huh...

You reached to the top shelf and took down a box and went to your desk, sat down and placed the box on it. You opened it to find the sketches that Frisk used to draw for you at the beginning of your acquaintance next to the locket that you at one point begun keeping here.

You blinked and gathered the papers together with one hand and the locket with the other. So weird how you had forgotten about those two. The locket was so important to you and yet you had just put it here and didn’t even remember when you did.

Putting the papers down and standing up, you studied the heart shaped coin-sized locket, opening it to reveal the old picture of your family grinning at the camera.

You smiled as you fell onto the bed, keeping looking at the picture, recalling the day at the park.

An umbrella blocking the sun. Crickets buzzing in your ears. A small hand pulling you out of the shade towards a man with a big old-fashioned camera.

“Chara! I want a picture!”

Stumbling feet and a grumble. “We have plenty already.”

“I want more!”

A groan.

The man’s smile as he motioned for you to get closer. You hunched in suspicion, not liking to be near strangers that weren’t your family. A big broad hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see a bearded man smile kindly at you.

“Please?”

A sigh and a nod. “Okay…”

A flash.

“Thank you, Chara! Best friends forever!”

You rolled your eyes. Asriel had later found a stall that sold trinkets and got all goggly-eyed over the heart locket one. Mom had bought it and got the camera man to print the photo in midget-size to fit into the locket.

It’s so small…

“I got you something.”

Stench of pee. A dirtied hand pushing a rusty coin closer.

“We don’t need money.”

“Lucky charm.”

“How is this lucky!?” A clang of metal. Dull ache in hand.

The hand trembled and retreated.

“...Wait.”

Blue eyes looked up with hope.

Your eyes snapped open, loud heartbeats in your ears as you heaved and rolled to the side, holding your splitting open head and trying not to empty your stomach, the loud noise of the metal hitting the floor making you jump.

Another vision? And so close to the first one? What’s going on?

A knock on the door and the sound of creaking made you winch. “Chara… Oh, dear!”

“I’m fine, mom…” You groaned at the pain, pushing yourself up and clutching your head. Footsteps grew nearer and your head was held gently and pressed to your mother’s chest, a hand brushing your hair soothingly. It helped a bit and you sighed, leaning into the embrace.

“What are you seeing?” She asked after a moment when your brain felt less like slicing your head apart.

You gave a small shrug, withdrawing from her and rubbing your temples. “Just some dirty hand giving me a coin, saying it’s a lucky charm. It stunk and my hand ached.”

You mother was silent and you eyed her, noticing the dark look in her eyes. “What is it?”

She jolted and sighed, pulling her pale hair behind her ear. “It sounds terribly like the nightmares you used to have. But to affect you to this level… you want me to schedule another session with Dr. Mira?”

You scowled. “I’m fine. Probably the nightmares coming back. I’ll suffer through them a little bit and get it over with.”

She pressed her lips together in a sign of worry, obviously wanting to say something, but then gave a small nod. “In the meanwhile, sleep, alright? I’ll talk to Asriel about coming over. You have always slept better when he was around.”

You quirked a brow at that. “I’m not a baby.”

“Do this for me?” She looked at you worryingly.

You couldn’t argue with that so you nodded.

She beamed. “Great! Thank you, Chara. Everything will be just fine.”

…

You get a feeling that it won’t be that simple…

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decembercamiecherries · 7 years

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Title: Words That Water Flowers

Total word count: 16440 -> Chapter 8 word count: 3664

Chapter 8 summary:

Forelsket (Norwegian/Danish)- the magical, wildly-intense feeling that comes over a person when they are falling in love

I am honestly surprised I was able to finish this chapter on time. I am also surprised how long this chapter is. Gon thinks too much, haha XD

Anyway, thank you as always for reading! Chapter 8 can be found in the link above or the cut below~

Gon couldn’t breathe.

His mouth tasted like iron and his muscles burned. An overwhelming sense of dread crawled up his throat and it was sheer desperation that gave him the energy to push harder and faster with each step. He was gasping for air but he didn’t feel any relief. His lungs were on fire as he pelted down the high school hallway.

“KILLUA!” he burst into the nurse’s office, sneakers squeaking loudly against tiled floors.

A woman with short black hair blinked at him, eyebrows shooting upwards in surprise. But he didn’t care about her. She didn’t matter. He had sprinted here from the opposite end of the school because he had heard-

“Did you see what happened to the Zoldyck kid during free period? He just started choking out of nowhere, seriously, everyone thought he was gonna suffocate or something-”

And all the air had vanished from Gon’s lungs.

“Where’s Killua?!” he snapped at the nurse.

Her dark eyes darted to his left and Gon whirled around.

And there, laying on his back on one of the nurses’ beds, was Gon’s best friend. Killua was paler than Gon could ever remember seeing him, skin almost ashen in color. But his chest rose up and down in a steady, even pattern.

Gon swallowed around the lump in his throat, barely holding back a sob. He collapsed onto the plastic chair next to Killua’s bed and reached out to gently take one of Killua’s limp hands in his. Killua’s hands were cold, like always, but he was breathing and he was alive. And that was all that mattered.

“What happened?” Gon asked quietly, not looking away from Killua’s peaceful face.

“…you a friend of his?” the nurses’ voice echoed off the harsh white walls.

Gon’s grip tightened around Killua’s piano fingers. “Yes.”

“Then you probably already know what happened.”

Gon stiffened. His head snapped around to glare venomously at the short woman. Her stoic expression didn’t change and a rush of pointless fury welled up inside him. It wasn’t this woman’s fault that Killua was here, but he wasn’t in a good enough mood to be polite with her, either.

“Well, I want to know anyway,” he growled.

The woman let out a long sigh. She picked something up off the counter as she explained, “Your friend had a coughing fit during one of his classes, apparently. One of your fellow students preformed the heimlich maneuver on him once it became obvious that something was wrong. After he coughed up these-”

The woman tossed Gon a plastic bag and he caught it one handedly.

“- he was able to breathe normally again,” she finished, folding her arms over her chest. “But he passed out. So, he was brought here. Do you recognize what those are?”

Gon’s brow puckered as he studied the plastic bag. And then his heart plummeted to the ground.

Through the clear plastic, Gon could see sun-gold and flame-orange petals, smeared with drops of wet scarlet blood. Killua’s blood, Killua’s flower, Killua’s death staring him in the face-

“Yes,” Gon said thickly as he gripped the bag in his fist. “I do.”

“Then you understand what’s going on here.”

Gon lifted his gaze back to the nurse. His whole body was numb, hallow. He understood, but he didn’t. He knew so little about this Disease. And he was almost scared to do research because that made it seem more real, somehow. And Gon didn’t want any of this to be real.

He wanted to wake up in the mornings and text Killua his daily reminder to drag himself out of bed for school. He wanted to hear Killua whine throughout the day about how exhausted he was getting up this early, how boring classes were. He wanted to walk back to his house with Killua at his side, arms brushing and shoulders bumping while they laughed at something one of their teachers had said. He wanted to see Killua’s mischievous smirks and feel his bright blue eyes digging into Gon’s back as Gon pulled out afternoon snacks for them to share.

Gon just wanted everything to go back to normal. He didn’t want to face the reality that one day he would wake up, and have no one to text or walk home from school with. He didn’t want to wake up knowing that Killua was gone forever.

“How-” his voice cracked and he had to clear his throat before starting again. “How much longer does he have, do you think?”

The nurse pressed her lips into a thin line. After a pause, she said slowly, “I am not an expert on the Hanahaki Disease. It would be better to go to a professional for this kind of a thing. But, guessing on those petals, I would say the flower has already bloomed. That means it’s only a matter of time until the flower starts to grow up into your friend’s throat. I assume you know what happens after that.”

Gon’s blood ran cold. He did know. It meant Gon would be standing over a pile of freshly dug up dirt, reading a stone slab with his best friend’s name across the top.

“So…not much longer, then,” he said and he couldn’t hide the way his voice trembled.

“No,” the nurse said. Her tone was a bit gentler as she continued, “His best chance is probably getting him to a surgeon. But, again, I’m not an expert.”

She paused. Gon didn’t bother to ask anything else. There wasn’t a point. Everything she had told him was a direct stab to his heart and there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it.

Because Killua wouldn’t let him.

“I’ll give you two some time,” the nurse said but Gon barely heard her, mind focused entirely on the bloody flower petals in his hands. “I’ll be back shortly, so don’t try anything. Let your friend recover.”

She shut the door behind her with a low click. The room was filled with the sound of a clock ticking away on the wall by the nurse’s desk and Gon’s own heavy breathing.

He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, drinking in the sight of his best friend. He was still holding Killua’s hand and he rubbed his thumb gently against Killua’s, as if Killua could somehow feel the comforting gesture through his slumber.

Killua looked so small and washed out laying there on white sheets in a white room with white walls and white floors. The image didn’t fit him; Killua was always larger than life in Gon’s mind, bursting in shades of every color.

“You don’t belong here, Killua,” Gon said quietly and his voice echoed off the bank walls.

His best friend didn’t react at all to what Gon had said. He stayed completely still. There was a deep pang in Gon’s chest- was this what Killua would look like after the Disease go the best of him?

Gon didn’t want to know.

“Why are you doing this?” he whispered. He knew if he spoke any louder, his voice would crack. “You- you see these petals coming out of your mouth, you feel the flower growing in your chest- doesn’t it hurt you, Killua? I- I, I don’t.”

He took a shuddering breath, trying to calm himself enough to speak clearly.

“I don’t understand why you would put yourself through this,” Gon admitted. “I don’t understand what would be worth giving up your whole life. You have so much…brightness, Killua. So much to offer the world. You’re really smart, you know? You could do anything, I think! Like, you could be a lawyer, if you wanted. Or maybe an astronomer since you like stars so much! And you c-can’t do that if you let this Disease get the better of you.”

He gazed at the pale teen unblinkingly. Killua’s face was totally relaxed, the way Gon had only ever seen it during sleepovers. Gon would wake up in the morning, roll over to find Killua still fast asleep next to him. Sometimes Gon got up and helped Aunt Mito make breakfast. Most of the time, though, he just stayed put and stared at Killua’s peaceful expression.

He had always thought there was something beautiful and rare about Killua’s face whenever he was like this- Killua was always, always worried about something. His family, Alluka, his future. It was only around Gon that Killua really let his guard down and let himself breathe. To Gon, it was almost a kind of personal victory, that he was the one who could bring some sort of peace to Killua. And it was, wasn’t it?

Being able to make someone else, someone he deeply cared about, happy and calm. Gon never wanted anything else for Killua.

Gon dropped the bag of petals onto the floor before reaching out with his free hand, carefully brushing starlight bangs off his friend’s forehead. Killua’s hair was soft and silky, just like it had always been.

Gon kept arranging silver locks to frame Killua’s face, saying, “You shine sometimes when I look at you, y’know? Like when you laugh and the sun lights up your hair from behind like a halo. Or when you have that first bite of chocolate, the total bliss in your face?”

Gon’s chest was tight. It made it hard to get the words out. He didn’t even know why he was still talking anymore. It wasn’t like Killua could hear him. But he always felt better after he talked to Killua, and he didn’t know what else to do.

“I still don’t get how there’s someone out there who doesn’t love you,” Gon confessed lowly, squeezing Killua’s fingers. “They’d have to be blind to not see how amazing you are. I mean, I already said you’re smart, but you’re really loyal, too. I’ve never seen anyone call and text his sister as much as you do. And you’re always there to help me with everything, even calculus.”

Gon laughed at himself for that. He didn’t get math at all. But it made more sense when Killua explained it, somehow. Actually, everything made more sense with Killua around. It was when Killua was gone that Gon struggled.

It wasn’t that Gon couldn’t do stuff on his own. He could, it he tried hard enough. But Killua made it easier, more fun. More worth-while, somehow.

Gon repeated haltingly, “You’re smart and you’re loyal. You’re really funny, too. You always make me l-laugh a lot. Um.”

Ah, his eyes were prickling now. That wasn’t good. He sniffed and scrunched his nose. He didn’t want to cry when Killua was the one in pain.

“You-you’re pretty, too,” Gon said between gulps of air. He had to keep talking or else he would break down completely. He didn’t even know what he was saying now, he just kept blurting out the first thing that came to his mind.

“Y-Your hair has this really beautiful shine to it and you have freckles across your nose. But no one would notice that unless they get really close to your face. Your skin is always so soft and your hands are long and graceful. I don’t get why you like to hide them in your pockets when they’re so beautiful like that. And- and you always move so gracefully. I can’t even explain it.”

Water welled up in his eyes despite Gon’s attempts to push them off. He blinked rapidly to push the tears back as he continued brokenly:

“Your laughter is the best sound I’ve ever heard; it makes my chest feel fuzzy and warm. And the way your eyes light up when you get really excited about something takes my breath away. Sometimes, when you smile at me, my heart starts to pound really fast and I lose my train of thought. And the more and more I look at you and I just keep thinking about how much I don’t want to l-lose you, Killua.”

He took a deep breath to slow his racing heart.

“I. Killua, I want to stay with you, so I can keep seeing you shine and grow and live. I want to be the one to make you laugh, to light up your eyes, to make you to smile like that. Because you deserve to be happy, Killua. You’re so important to me, and I care about you so, so, so much. More than you can ever imagine! My heart feels like it’s going to explode sometimes because of how much I love-”

Gon stopped short, eyes bulging.

Love? Did he just say- love?!

Gon’s heartbeat hammered in his chest as heat rushed to his cheeks. He felt suddenly winded, like someone had punched him in the stomach with a bag of bricks, and his mouth was dry as sandpaper.

He didn’t understand what was happening to him. Did he love Killua? Of course. That wasn’t a surprise; Killua was his best friend since they were twelve. He did everything with Killua, shared everything with Killua. And what he had said earlier was true- he wanted Killua to smile and he wanted to be with Killua as they grew old together.

But…he could tell that there was something else. Something more than that innocent desire for his friend to be happy.

Gon remembered how it felt when Killua had told him about his Hanahaki Disease, like the sun had burned out and the world had stopped spinning. That horror of realizing Killua wouldn’t be there to walk side-by-side with him anymore.

He remembered Killua’s body pressed up against his that time Killua had yelled at him in his bedroom. His skin had tingled where they touched and his face stayed flushed for the rest of the night.

He remembered Razor bluntly telling him that Killua’s Hanahaki meant that Killua loved someone more than Gon, because he was willing to give up his life for that person. He had been so confused and angry; Killua was more important to him than anyone else and it upset him to think Killua didn’t feel the same, that he would choose someone above Gon.

He remembered how…how good Killua had looked the other day when they went hiking. How Killua’s skin glittered in the sunlight on top of the cliff right before they jumped off.

He remembered gazing down at Killua’s surprised face after they pulled themselves out of the water. He remembered an overwhelming desire to know if Killua’s lips were as soft as they looked. He remembered leaning down, angling his head before he even knew what was happening.

He remembered laying wide awake in bed that night, replaying that moment over and over and over again with his pulse lightning-quick in his veins.

So…what did all of that mean?

“There are different kinds of love, Gon,” Killua’s voice echoed in his head. “Being in love is different than just loving someone.”

Gon squeezed his eyes shut and breathed in deep until his chest swelled and his lungs were filled with air. He hadn’t understood what Killua was saying then, but he did now.

Because Gon was in love with his best friend. ‘In love’, as in romantically interested in Killua Zoldyck, the boy he knew more about than anyone else in the entire world. He’d been in love with the starlight teen for a while now, he thought with a jolt, but this was the first moment he was actually aware of what the fluttering inside his heart meant.

Gon slowly opened his eyes again. He was still holding Killua’s hand and his heart began to race even faster at the realization.

He swept his gaze over Killua’s elegant features- drinking in his silver hair, alabaster skin, and thick white eyelashes. Killua really was beautiful, he thought, and his cheeks grew warm instantly.

Gon bit the inside of his cheek even as a small smile tugged at his lips. Wow. Now that he was paying attention, it was really obvious how much he liked Killua! Everything about the other teen made Gon’s chest fill with a strange, giddy feeling. How could he have been so blind to his feelings before now?!

But- but what about Killua’s feelings?

Gon’s smile dropped off his lips. An icy dread took hold of his limbs and for a moment, his mind was blank.

He hadn’t thought at all about Killua, too wrapped up in his own realization. It was undeniable that Killua was in love with someone already. But who, exactly?

Gon’s mind flashed back to the list. He remembered writing down Zushi, Ikalgo, and…who else? Gon had left that third space blank for some reason. He had thought at the time that there should be a third person, but he just couldn’t figure out who.

But now he supplied the third name easily: Gon Freecss.

It could happen, right? Killua could love him. Maybe. But wouldn’t Killua have told him something like that if it was true?

No, Gon thought as his breath caught in his throat. No. Killua wouldn’t have told him that because Killua was shy when it came to feelings and emotions. Killua always thought less of himself, a trait imposed on him by his family, and believed he wasn’t worthy of all the good things life handed to him, even though he was. Killua was worth everything and more.

So…maybe it could be that Killua was in love with him, but he thought Gon didn’t feel the same, and that’s how he got Hanahaki.

Or maybe Gon was just trying to convince himself that because he selfishly wanted Killua to love him the same way he loved Killua.

Gon groaned quietly. Great. That didn’t help him at all! If he confessed to Killua and it turned out that he wasn’t Killua’s unrequited lover, he would make Killua guilty. And that was the last thing in the world he wanted.

On the other hand, if Gon was the one Killua loved, Killua’s Hanahaki would go away, right? He would be healed.

Chest aching, he looked back at Killua’s still figure. His best friend slept on peacefully, totally unaware of Gon’s turmoil.

“I wish you were awake,” he said and leaned over Killua’s bed to caress alabaster cheeks. Killua’s skin was soft under his fingers.

Gon continued quietly, “You would know what to do, Killua. You always do somehow. But I guess this is something I have to figure out on my own, huh?”

He would have to figure it out fast, though. Based on what that nurse said, Killua didn’t have much time left. Killua’s flower would keep growing while Gon argued with himself. If he waited too long, Killua would die.

Gon sucked in a sharp breath. Killua would die soon. And Gon would be left alone, in love with a ghost.

Gon clenched his jaw hard enough for it to hurt. He didn’t want to imagine what it would be like without Killua. And if he never told Killua how he felt, he would always wonder if his confession could have been the one to save his best friend. He would regret holding back the truth for the rest of his life. That meant Gon should be honest with Killua.

But- but If Killua didn’t reciprocate Gon’s feelings, Killua would hate himself for the rest of his short life knowing that Gon loved him and would have to watch him slowly die. And Gon didn’t want to add onto Killua’s suffering when he was already in so much pain.

And wasn’t that the most important thing? If Gon could save Killua from extra hurt, wasn’t that what he should do?

Gon’s head spun in dizzying circles. He didn’t know. And there wasn’t enough time to-

Soft skin moved under his fingers and suddenly Gon found himself staring down into startling blue eyes.

He snatched his hand away from Killua’s cheek before his friend had the chance to realize what he had been doing. Killua blinked owlishly at him and his voice was barely above a whisper when he said, “Gon…?”

The edges of Gon’s mouth quirked upwards. His heart skipped a beat at the still dazed expression on that beautiful face. He couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been for not realizing his feelings sooner. He said quietly, “Hey, Killua. How are you feeling?”

Killua’s features twisted into a grimace. His voice was hoarse as he croaked out, “Like crap. Ugh.” He tried clearing his throat but stopped almost immediately, letting out a low a groan of pain instead. His throat was probably raw from coughing up the petals earlier.

“Don’t push yourself.” Gon squeezed Killua’s fingers reassuringly. “You’re okay now, you’re in the nurse’s office.”

Killua’s gaze flashed down to land on their intertwined hands. Red blossomed across Killua’s normally cheeks and Gon’s heart soared with hope.

Killua swallowed thickly. “G-Gon. Um.”

“Yeah?” Gon squeezed their hands again, smile growing at the flustered look on Killua’s face.

Killua chewed on his bottom lip as Gon waited patiently. Then Killua looked at him straight on. Gon felt a sharp thrill in his stomach at being the center of those piercing eyes.

Killua opened his mouth-

BANG!

They both jumped at the loud noise. Gon let go of Killua in his shock and instantly regretted it- his hand felt strangely empty, now.

But then he saw who was standing at the doorway, and all thought disappeared from his mind entirely.

“Mr. Zoldyck,” said the sour-faced nurse from earlier. “You’re free to go home, now. Your family member has signed all the required documents clearing you from class for the rest of the day.”

Gon’s head snapped back around to stare wide-eyed at Killua, who in turn was gaping at the short, wrinkled man in the doorframe.

“Gramps?” Killua whispered.

The old man bobbed his head. “Hello, Killua. I think it’s time we had a chat. Go get your things and we’ll be on our way.”

#dc writes #WTWF chp8 #Words That Water Flowers #HANAHAKI AU #modern au #au #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #killugon #yee

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Fits of Random 9.5

Narrator: Another day. Another cold wintery day. Another cold, wintery, lousy, gloomy, overcast, yucky, poopy....

Matt: ( In his room, lying on his bed with his laptop ) We get it! >3 Today's weather stinks! ( Playing a game ) I gotta do something else....( Starts watching an abridged anime, stops part way ) I don't wanna do that either...( Opens his BIOS coding program ).....I can't concentrate. Why can't I do something productive?? XC ( Flailing his arms )

Rahbie: ( Walks into Matt's room ) A lot of people have been restless. ^_^; The weather keeps everyone indoors, so people are getting bored easily.

Matt: I don't feel like doing....Anything. 8C Nothing at all.

Rahbie: Well, there's one thing...:3 ( Giving him a sly grin, posing lewdly )

Matt: Its not that I don't appreciate the offer, but I'm not doing that kind of content anymore.

Rahbie: But our love making is always so good. <83

Matt: It is, but not every written or drawn piece that tells a story has to have sex in it in order to be good. I want to focus on work that draws people in for adventure, drama, and humor.

Rahbie: Oh good for you master. ^_^ ( Sitting with him ) You think people will go for it?

Matt: I'm not feeding the internet its junk food anymore. I make good quality work as best as I can. |3

Rahbie: Funny, the way you talk; it sounds as if you expect someone to hear it. ^-^

Matt: Very very true. ^-^

Matt and Rahbie: ( Both of them staring at whoever reads this ) PG only folks. :3

( The scene changes to the title screen with Neko fairies swarming all over it )

Neko Fairies: Nyaaaaaaaaaaaaa! 83c ( Covering the opening scene with confetti and silly faces drawn with crayon )

( A static scene change shows Shift training in the household dojo, practicing his Metamorph skill set )

Shift: Shape Shift!! ( Trying to think of something )

Azure: ( Behind Shift, whispering ) A Life Sized Glow in Dark Teddy Bear! :3

Shift: A Life Sized Glow In the Dark Teddy Bear...wut? |3 ( Changes into the exact thing ) Whhhhuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaat? <83 OOoffff!!!

Azure: ( Tackle hugs Shift at full speed ) Nyeeeoooooooooooooh! X3c

Shift: Oh bother....<:3 ( Getting adorably huggled by Azure )

( Scene changes to....Scene changes to...?? )

Narrator: Where's the next skit?

Matt: Next skit? /3

Rahbie: Master don't we have something for the next scene? <:3

Matt: ( Back to being dispondent and playing a video game ) Don't ask me, I don't know. |3

Napalm: ( Still in the form of a life sized glow in the dark teddy bear ) Buddy, what happened to that schedule from the previous episode?

Azure: ( Huggling Napalm, clinging to his back. Nuzzling and purring ) Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. X3c

Matt: Schedule? ( Trying to think )

Rahbie: Master you promised...( Showing him video footage of the last Fits of Random )

Matt: Oh yeah...that....( Looking at them with a blank stare ) ....( Goes back to his game )

Rahbie: Alright you've left us little choice, master. ( Sounding stern )

Matt: Do any of you work my job?

Napalm and Rahbie: ...No? O_o

Matt: Good, matter settled. That job has done nothing but bring grief, stress, and it eats a person's soul from the inside. If I could I'd flatten the place....

Napalm: Robot Masters already tried that.

Matt: What? ( Blinking, somewhat surprised )

Azure: Nyan, because its fourth wall related all that happened was... :3

( The sound of humorous piano key banging signaled a cutaway scene with Bass and the other Robot Masters standing on a ship on the east coast of the States )

GutsMan: Throw a Rock at it!! ( Stomps his foot and gets a random boulder. Tossing it at the shore )

Boulder: ( Reaches the shore line and vanishes with a poof-fart effect ) Frrtt!~

GutsMan: Well....shucks!

( The scene ends with the piano banging effect played in reverse )

Napalm: What we're getting at is your job is turning into a bad excuse and the video games are turning into a distraction.

Matt: And what're you all gonna do? F3 Hijack the episode? ( Turns his head. Within seconds gets jumped on ) Gah! What the heck?? D:

Mayreen: ( In a tight fitting police girl outfit ) Keep your arms and legs spread out where I can see them. Anything you say will be used against you by the cord of this game controller. >3

Matt: Kitten this is unecessarriiiiiiiiie where are we going? <83 ( Being carried off, hands held together by zip ties. Flung over Mayreen's shoulder )

Mayreen: To Adventure! >83

Azure: And a half decent plot. :3 Cue the goofy cutaway effects!

( The scene changes to the group standing at the entrence of the Alpha ruins where all the aggressive monsters and things spawned from )

Matt: A treasure dig against the island's baddies?

Napalm: Nope, we're inspecting a thing. ( Now back to normal ) Someone turned something loose and its been stealing trinkets from the citizens.

Azure: And we know who it is. :3

Matt: Not much of an inspection if we already know who the perp is. |3

Mayreen: We needed your mental powers to get answers from the perps. Trust me you'll know why when you see them. ^-^

Matt: ( Watches as Napalm pulls out Saya and Sheath. The two top agents from Ouma. Both of them hand cuffed ) Yep I see why you need me. O_o

Sheath: Is bright boy desu. :3

Saya: You want to know what we turned loose? ^-^ ( Calmly smiling ) We'll never tell.

Sheath: The lips of bunny desu are of sealed and shut. :3

Matt: Ya don't say? XD ( Placing a hand on each of their heads, starts getting into their memories )

( All Matt saw in Saya's head was a blank fog. Sheath's was a jumble of awful American and Japanese words, with every other second a desu went off with a chibi form of Sheath running around carefree and acting adorable and hilarious. )

Matt: That....didn't get us far guys and gals. O_o

Rahbie: But that always works. D:

Matt: Saya is so deeply Zenned I can't get through. Sheath is a coloring book of botched American and Japanese words. o_o

Saya: Hmmmhmhmhm. ^-^ You will have to get us to talk another way. ;3

Sheath: Hmmhmmhmhmhmm desu desu. ;3

Matt:....I said I'm keeping it PG. >3 And I'm sticking by it.

Saya: Well I...( Looks behind her ) Excuse me but where are my weapons? ^-^

Sheath: Sheath's banger and slicer desu is also of not being the here. :3

Napalm: ( Looks where he put their gear ) I could have sworn I put them right here. O_o ( Sees the shadow of something big, with feathers, and had Saya and Sheath's weapons in its beak )

Mayreen: Its....a huge crow....o_o

Saya: Oh....Oh my thats our little project we turned loose. ^-^

Matt: You freed a giant crow to do what with it? F3

Sheath: Fun and giggles. :3 And is not a corn field crow of crowing.

???: ( Lets out a terrible scream ) SkEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiich!!!

Mayreen and Azure: Nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa our ears!!! <XC

Napalm: What? I can't hear! >3 ( Both ears bleeding )

Matt: That....is ....not a crow. O_O

Saya: Its a Shrieker. ^-^

Rahbie: The same Shrieker that terrorizes towns and steals shiny things and is super dangerous to take on? O_o

Sheath: ( Nodding her head yes, making a rattling noise ) Yup yup yup yup. ^w^

Saya: You see, there is a place hidden deep. I'd say...at least 20 levels down. Its a gateway to madness and the creepiest creatures you ever saw. I even had to leave because the madness was just a bit too much. ^-^

Sheath: Sheath was hearing bad voices desu. <:3

Matt: Well....who's up for a tough boss fight? >3

Napalm, Rahbie, Mayreen, and Azure: You bet! >83

Saya: We can tell you where its nesting....if you turn us loose. ^-^

Napalm: On a tree near the Tree of Life in Mon Bush? XD

Saya:.....Why yes. ^-^ But there's still one thing we know and we won't tell you unless you let us go.

Matt: Hits like a truck, cries do damage to people's sanity, doesn't stay long once aggravated? XD

Saya: Now you're just taking the fun out of it. <:3 ( Pouting )

Sheath: Oh but the other thing....:3

Saya: Sheath, shush. ^-^

Matt: What other thing? O_o ( Looking at Sheath )

Sheath: Desu thing. Saya do remembering? :3

Saya: Sheath I'm going to punish you if you bring it up again. ^-^

Sheath: No! <83 Desu Saya said to be having Desu Sheath remind desu!

Mayreen: Yes Sheath, what is the thing? ^-^

Sheath: No telling non desu's! >3 Oh shoot! <83 Sheath wasn't being whispery much.

Saya: I'm going really teach you a lesson later, Sheath.....

Sheath: But hurts and ouchies....<:3

Saya: Say one more word and your behind will be so red it will glow in the dark. Now, shut it. ^-^

Rahbie: Now thats just mean. |3

Saya: You don't run my rail road darling. ^-^

Napalm: I got an idea....how about we string Saya up with a bunch of trinkets and when the Shrieker comes by it'll pick her apart?

Saya:....I wouldn't. ^-^

Matt: No no we can punish them both later for their antics. We have a Shrieker to hunt and some kind of thing to deal with....right Sheath? :3

Sheath:...No punish....be nice desu? <:3

Narrator: Back at the Boarding House where our heroes threw on their gear and happily skipped tralala to the Shrieker's nest!~

Shift: Dude are you on something? |3

Narrator: Who me? Noooooo of course not! ( Whispering to someone ) Behind my booth, tonight. I'm low and I....

Shift: ( Glaring at the Narrator ) >3

Narrator: Crap they can hear me!! ( Footsteps heard running out of the booth and down a bunch of stairs )

Shift: I'll deal with him later. ( Flying along on his energy disc while Rahbie provided a magic carpet for Matt, Mayreen, Saya, and Sheath )

Saya: Darlings, why are we going along?

Mayreen: You turned that creepy thing loose, you're helping us take it out.

Sheath: Desu bird likes dodge. :3

Rahbie: ....Honey you need to work on your English. That made no sense. <_<

Sheath: Dodgy dodgy desu. :3 Sheath telling the important stuff! <:3

Matt: She means its very agile so landing a hit on it might prove challenging. ( Looks ahead ) There's the nest and the bird is home. Everyone ready?

Saya: ( She and Sheath having some spare weapons from the house armory ) Not my favorite gear but it will do. ^-^

Mayreen: ( Also has her merc armor on ) I'm ready Matty. ^w^

Rahbie: I'll provide support if anything goes wrong. ^-^

Myffle: ( On Shift's right shoulder ) And I'll do my usual cute neko fairy stuff! :3c

Shift: Good girl ! :D Lets go! >3

French Narrator: Zey all landed on a large branch nearest zee nest.

Sheath: Desu Narrator of Sponges and Bobs? /:3

French Narrator: First one got busted for zee drugs. I am how you say, one out of many.

Saya: That booth must be busy. ^-^

Shrieker: Skeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! ( Landing in front of the nest )

Rahbie: That's way too many eyes for a bird! <8C

Matt: There's all the trinkets in the nest! ( Pointing )

Mayreen: And a lot of dead bodies too. <:3

Shift: Hit it and hit it hard! >3 ( Summons his lazer light bo staff, running at top speed, swinging and missing ) Someone follow up! >3

Mayreen: I got it! >3 ( Throwing six flash bangs from under her trench coat )

Shrieker: SKiIIIiiiiieeeeee??!! ( Wings flailing and flapping )

Matt: ( Using pure BIOS energy to grab and strike at the bird ) Man this thing has got some muscle on it! >3

Shift, Saya, Sheath: ( All of them slashing and stabbing it ) Hyaaaaaaaaah! >3

Mayreen: ( Shooting at the bird's head when she got a clean shot, using her sniper rifle ) Grrrrrr, this isn't doing enough damage! >3

Rahbie: Watch out!! D: ( Watching the Shrieker puff up )

Shrieker: Skaaaaaaaaaaw skaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw skaaaaaaaaaaw!!

Matt, Shift, Mayreen, Rahbie, Saya, Sheath, Myffle: ( All of them holding their ears in pain ) Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghh!! XC

Shrieker: ( Lifting off and performs a dive at the group, its super sharp beak gleaming as it rocketed at them )

Shift: S-shape Shift....!! ( Trying to concentrate )

Azure: ( Suddenly shows up ) Hai sorry got distracted by candy! <:3 Nyan thats a big bird. And its headed for my Nappy?! >3 ( Using her Speed Skill Set to get near the shrieker and grabbing its beak with her claws ) You're going THIS way! >83 ( Using leverage and speed to force the Shrieker off its path and into a thick branch of the tree )

Shift: Azure, where have you been?? D:

Myffle: I smell candy. :3

Azure: Sorry hope I didn't miss too much. <:3c

Shift: Honey your timing is perfect. :D Now...lets hit this sucker with something....splodey. >:)

Mayreen: I second that idea! >:3 ( Tossing some C4 on the Shrieker's bum )

Shift: Shape Shift Crash Man! ( Changes to the robot master Crash Man, fires numerous Crash Bombs, latching onto the birds bum )

Saya and Sheath: ( Quickly tying grenades to the monster's feathers ) Count us in. :D

Matt: ( Pulls out his Modded 3DS, summons a rocket launcher ) Everyone clear!

French Narrator: Meanwhile.~

Nappa: ( At the boarding house, has a camera recording Vegeta stacking a sizable card castle ) Aaaaaalmost done, Vegeta.

Vegeta: Shush. Even the smallest noises will undo this priceless piece of work...ever so....carefully...quietly... ( Places the last card ) Finally. Hah, who said I couldn't do something artsie and peaceful!

SFX: Fragaboomff!

Nappa: Did something explode, Vegeta? ( Looks from behind the camera ) Vegetaaaaaa?

Vegeta: ( Under a huge mound of scattered cards ) Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff....Fudge Pops!!! Gah when did we go PG??

French Narrator: Back to ze tree.~

Matt: ( He and the others covered in Shrieker feathers ) Didn't think that would happen....O_o

Mayreen: Ptooey! >3p ( Spitting out some feathers ) Bleh, no idea where that thing's been. >XC

Saya and Sheath: ( Yanking their weapons out of the Shrieker's nest ) There we go. ^-^

Rahbie: ( Using her magic to clean everyone off ) Alright, everyone's safe and uninjured?

Saya: Hmmmm I suppose there is one little, tiny detail I should share with since you allowed Sheath and myself to tag along this far. ^-^

Shift:....What did you do? F3

Sheath: Crazydoor of mad stuff. <:3 Desu me and Saya desu might have left open for things to very many much walk out?

Matt: You loosed a bunch of more of that unholy nonsense into the Alpha Ruins?? >3

Saya: In so many words, yes. ^-^

Mayreen and Azure: Why...? <:3

Saya:...Hmmmm call it curiosity. ^-^

Sheath: Definitely not cursed blood-orb thingy for Ouma. :3 Never that.

Matt: ....Saya...Sheath....come here. |3

Saya: I know that tone and no we will not. ^-^

Matt: Come here. |3 ( Walking toward them )

Sheath: Scary face. <:3

Mayreen: Oh dear. <:3

Rahbie: He's gonna give them an earful. <:3

French Narrator: 15 minutes later.~

Matt: Now you're gonna come with us, and fix this mess. Is that understood? >3

Saya: ( Rubbing her behind ) Ow...Oh dear...Mm yes, understood. ^-^;

Sheath: Owie....<:'3 ( Crying a little ) Okay will help desu.

Shift: Alright, lets bust up this nest and return the trinkets.

French Narrator: Later, back at ze boarding house.

???: I'm not crazy, you're crazy!! D8

Matt: ( Standing at the front porch of the boarding house ) The heck is this? <:3

Myffle: ( Pops up in the front of the scene ) More to come in the next episode! :3 Stuff happens, hilarity will ensue! Stay tuned!

#short story #fan fiction #humor #neko fairies #gemstone warrior #genie girl #cat girls #project x zone 2 #saya #Sheath #desu #Darkest Dungeon #Shrieker

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