#//Also Grim is her Valentine

[ramshacklestar]

" Worry not prefect! Though the importance of Valentine's Day is lost on the students of this fine arcane academy I shall be your Valentine! Aren't I simply so generous?" -crowley

"Seems as though you're confused."

What was he trying to get out of her here anyway? Stating that he would be her Valentine of all things, it was almost laughable, almost.

"You see I do actually have a Valentine at this, how did you put it, fine arcane academy, that also happens to be a student at this school as well. So if you're trying to imply I need some sort of pity Valentine and am desperate enough to accept your, of all people's, proposal. You are wrong."

[danderria]

Lark Oak-Garcia (S2, 20/31)

Here is the art by @mj-thrush-gxn that inspired Lark's outfit (and especially the twins' accessories)

Check out the other characters in this project here

More outfits under read more!

[hyrulesfav]

♟️🐈‍⬛ is so perfect to me because they just. Get. each other. also they come into the relationship with kids who aren't their kids but one of them is basically their kid so they fall asleep watching bluey or blues clues a lot

[quartztwst]

Wedding in the Clouds! (TWST Fan-Event)

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💕💕 I finally finished this fan-event for my 3k followers celebration!

Summary of the event:

On one fine day, you recieve a wedding invitation from a mysterious someone named Dione. It says to be a wedding for Azul and QUARTZ?! Wait, don’t they hate eachoth- SUDDENLY, a bright light from the invitation blinds your eyes and you end up on a soft, fluffy cloud. Voices of other people groaning and waking up is heard too. It seems like other students from NRC were also transported here.. But why?

A light pink skinned lady grabs all of the students attention and announces that you all are wedding guests. She introduces herself as Dione, one of the most powerful mages in Twisted Wonderland. Dione’s attitude was very sweet yet it was very conscending like she was running some sort of workplace. Behind her was Quartz and Azul chained by vines from the cloud beneath everyone. They seemed to react accordingly as Quartz was shouting profanties and throwing a whole fit while Azul was trying to focus on the fact he was being embarrassed in front of a quarter of NRC but Quartz’s outburst was irritating him.

As they were taken away, Dione explained to everyone they were to forcibly help set the wedding up for the bride and groom with her bird minions. If anyone refuses, they will be thrown off from the clouds or forced into a prison made of vines. WIth a quick flick of her hand, everyone’s clothes were suddenly changed into wedding attire.

Once Dione left, the students started to split up and find a way to crash the wedding, but not for Quartz and Azul. The thing was…

THEY HAD A DAY OFF TODAY and who wants to spend it on a stupid wedding? They had plans!

Event Information:

There are 4 different operations going on at the same time to ruin the wedding because a lot of the students disagreed in which way to take this. You have an option to draw your OC in which ever operation!!

It looks like from the background that the place has no buildings but there are plenty made by Dione:

A building for the cake and food <- ran by geese

A place for the Bride to get ready in

A place for the Groom to get ready in

Dione’s place located on a cloud that is higher than the other clouds so she can watch over yall

A place where the decorations and necessities for the wedding are being delivered by doves, pelicans, storks <- they are also not weak, they dont play. they will fight back if disrupted)

and then the wedding atlar which is just the background it’s outside so its just the resting area

Quartz’s dress, Bride’s Tower, and delivery birds

Operation 1: Ruin the Wedding

Led by Idia. Objective is to ruin the wedding like destroying the cake, decorations, finding Dione’s weakness, ruining the whole set up, exploding shit idk

Description of the attire: Wedding outfits with a bit of technology accessories by Idia Shroud himself. (the leech twins have one ear bud in but i didn’t draw their ears in detail..) You can get creative with the tech accessories

Operation 2: Save the Bride

Led by my MC/Yuu and Grim (you can also add ur Yuus/Mcs in too!!). Objective is to sneak past the geese guards and save Quartz to stop the wedding.

Description of the attire: Wedding outfit is fine !! but you can get creative with it like “oh heh.. im the maid and uhhh quartz shat herself and i need to help her so let me in” or smth 😭😭😭

Operation 3: Do Nothing/Other

Basically you do nothing. Led by nobody lol. What’s your OC’s objective for doing nothing? Do they want to see the wedding? Do they not care enough because it might be over anyways? Is there no hope?

I didn’t draw anyone here bc it’ll be just wedding attire 😭😭

Operation 4: Steal the Groom

This is for all my Azul likers heh.

Since Azul and Quartz are being rushed to get ready, a lot of clothes are being thrown out and sent back in the boxes laying around so why not reuse them? Maybe you can use it to ruin the wedding and steal Azul’s heart awayy once they’re done dressing him up…..

Description of the Attire: Wedding Bride or Groom outfitss hehee

Rules:

NO weird outfits that sexualizes OCs

Use the tag #WedCloudEvent or tag me if you make a post of this event!!

Please be respectful to everyone’s OCs

You can also draw other TWST characters here if you want!!

Have fun!!

Here’s the background for your OCs!!

List of OCs/Characters:

Operation 1: Ruin the Wedding -

Idia Shroud

Floyd Leech

Jade Leech

Moch by @thatsadguymochi

Daphne by @pomevinelle

Yuya by @cheerleaderman

Akshara by @twistedtalestory

Alastor by @chaotic-snow

Yvonne by @juchioris

Kogane by @kogane-twst

Dimitrios by @twsted-void

Cupid by @nivvetsworld

Neuvins by @lapinhearts

Riddle (design by @lapinhearts)

Airinniz by @hanizmiyu

Kozakura Yuuka by @hanizmiyu

Nyx by @blackcat101

Operation 2: Save the Bride -

My Yuu/MC

Grim

Silly by @sillybillymillyrilly

Silver (design by @0ann3 )

Yu (Yuri Takeba) by @0ann3

Loralyn by @chizramue

Mizuki by @sherryclover

Starr by @astral-pr0jecti0n

Xenon by @w0nd3rhoy

Yuubeni by @bunniehunn

Superstar! And Yuu By @imafrealinrainbow478484

Yukitaka by @yumaandyukitaka

Aki by @rinxleona

Rui by @rinxleona

Pluto by @teddyandmochi

Operation 3: Do Nothing/Other -

AJ by @karamatsuboy-aj

Oisín by @xen-blank

Mama Hua by @lafashionlsta

Yuuko by @silkkorchid

Soul by @twistedplayer16

Operation 4: Steal the Groom -

Rémy by @ranas-twisted-wonderland

Ayesha by @iluvmusicxoxo

Yuura by @a-z-rie-l

Alice by @sinjaangels

ANYWAYS this is just an event I made out of my ass HELFP im sorry if theres a whole bunch of holes here 😭😭 and Idia and the Tweels outfits are SUPER SLOPPY so I can’t wait to see how everyone else makes their OCs’ outfits prettier also Quartz and Azul do not like each other here so be free to do anything lol

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💕💕💕🎉🎉🎉🎉

[brights-place]

I’m thinking Floyd x Reader for Valentine’s Day, where, Reader really likes Floyd but is obviously too scared to say anything(like a lot of ppl would be with him…) because of the obvious fear he won’t like them back due to his nature of frequently changing his interests, and his mood swings as the added bonus.

Floyd, however, is also taking a serious liking to Reader but he doesn’t realize it himself, just following his instinct that Reader is really important to him, but both Azul and Jade can tell quite well that he’s not just “normal” about Reader. Reader is oblivious to his actions cause they think it’s normal, but they both are eventually given a slight push to confess by Jade and Azul, Azul does it more so for the sake of his business, but after that, then happily ever after…BOOM

WRITE IT OR DON’T, FEEL FREE TO CHANGE OR INTERPRET ANYTHING DIFFERENTLY IF YOUD LIKE :3

(Damn I yapped too much…and you totally don’t know me or have been talking to me…and we’re totally not moots…totally, and I’m definitely not MsCherub, like I’m definitely not her, she sucks <3)

[TWST] Floyd Leech X Reader

Warnings: Floyd Leech

A/N: Ah yes this def isn't my mutual sure sure... anyways FLOYD OUT OF ALL PEOPLE YEESH your a freakazoid... (I literally love octanivelle but I will take that to my grave) also I'M SO TIRED WTF DID I EVEN WRITE I THINK I HALF ASSED IT OMG CAUSE I WANTED TO TRY SOMTHING NEW THAT WASN'T HEADCANNONS Also like I think I dropped this on its head because I dont usually write You/your in first perspective only headcannons cause its short so this made me die IM SORRY ANYWAYS HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYBODY! If your like me and have nobody or are also like me who hates couples/J then YAY we can celebrate that together. I plan to be a menace to my friends relationships and make them pay for my food when we go out cause Yes anyways enjoy this and happy valentines day or whatever you celebrate!

Summary: [MC] has a crush on Floyd but they can't talk to floyd out of obvious fear for not only who Floyd is known as but aswell as the fear he won’t like them back due to his nature of frequently changing his interests, and his mood swings as the added bonus. Floyd, however, is also taking a serious liking to MC but he doesn’t realize it himself, just following his instinct that Reader is really important to him, but both Azul and Jade can tell quite well that he’s not just “normal” about Reader. Reader is oblivious to his actions cause they think it’s normal, but they both are eventually given a slight push to confess by Jade and Azul, Azul does it more so for the sake of his business, but after that, then happily ever after…BOOM

Being interested into Floyd Leech was already a warning sign from the start. Out of everybody you could be able to like it was somebody with a bad reputation for one of the many scary things in NRC.

Not only was your crush from Octanivelle one fo the shadiest dorms even if being dubbed A dorm based on the Sea Witch's spirit of benevolence but one of the Tweels a Leech twin the one who is known to be filled with mood swings and quick to loose interests faster then the speed of light could even react to was a crush YOUR crush. A huge mistake on your part not only for falling for him but for having Grim staring at you and shouting at you hitting you with a pillow for being a baffoon for falling for Floyd. The guy was unable to read along with the fact he and the other two in octanivelle had him work in soapy dishes how could you do this to him :O When Ace and Deuce figured out that well you liked Floyd they stared at you as if you got possessed by a demon even worse is the fact you were in ramshackle overthinking plotting every outcome every change every thing that could happen for better or for worse as Ace and Deuce 'helped' more like Ace was asking if you were mentally okay and Deuce awkwardly telling you that he supports your choices but floyd was unpredictable someone who could get bored of you easily.

Which always made them all wary since Floyd was getting close to you abit too much how he was close to you looking over your shoulder clinging to your body boredly calling you out and cheering when seeing you but when floyd isn’t in the mood he’d scowl even when he goes to find you. Nobody knows why but it scares the shit out of Ace and Deuce who were still trying to convince you that it might not be a good idea due to how unpredictable he is which you already knew.

Floyd leech was a person who was unpredictable always switching up and that fear knawed at your chest. His mood swings make it hard to predict what he'll say or do next aswell so the thought of him denying your relationship hurt but the other hand is if you did start to question what if he lost interest fast what if he wouldn’t hang around you anymore because you became Boring. Yet fear still lingered as your hands gripped onto a sheet of paper in front of you one of the basic ways of confessing yet the paper in your hands was something that you put effort into.

Recently through days you would have the letter inside your blazer pockets. Walking class to class passing in the hallway to head to the cafeteria where Grim, Deuce and Ace were.

You couldn’t help but keep your attention focused on the floor weaving through people shoes clacking against the tiles below mind rambling with thoughts.

Though today a certain twin eel spotted you head down headphones in and heading towards the cafeteria "Shrimpyyyy" you couldn't help but freeze when you saw Floyd wrap an arm over your shoulder bending down to your face as you let out an awkward chuckle greeting the male who made you tense tighter with his hand placing on your waist for a moment. You smiled towards the male who grinned lazily "Open your hand" you couldn't help but blink before opening your hand out to floyd who held your hands for a moment before he closed your hand into a fist before he plopped his chin ontop of your head as you opened your closed fist to see a pearl covered in a silver and gold mixed band that wrapped around it. A sound of confusion came from you as your eyes continued to lay onto the pearl ring "Ya like it?" your eyes snapped back into focus to floyd as you blinked nodding slowly "yeah... thanks" Floyd beamed before the two of you continued to walk together many students left the hallway trying to get away from where you two were standing. Where FLOYD was standing. Most people in school avoided the eel like the plague yet here you were close to Floyd who was rambling to you "So where we goin?" "OH I just plan to eat with Ace and Deuce" Floyd couldn't help but hum before looking away to the garden grinning to see a small pond before grabbing you and yanking you towards the direction "Sounds boring let's go there!" "EH?! FLOYD!" Even with him dragging you around you couldn't help but giggle at how he was dragging you around with a huge grin rambling to you. Clinging to you. Though Riddle would now seem to bolt out of the room. You have never scene the boy run so fast in your life not even in beanfest but when it came to Floyd? and now You he was gone in a flash because wherever you were Floyd would somehow appear. This would happen even more recently now he'd cling to your body threaten to squeeze someone and would drag you around with a lazily smile eyes staring at you. Unaware of Jade and Azul watching from afar with a fussing Grim who was trying to get them to leave you alone.

When Floyd got pointed out by Jade how he seemed to be getting very close to the prefect Floyd would shake it off until jade would mock his brother with a grin with how he's been doing mer courting and eel mating rituals. Floyd scoffed at Jade "Eh? Shrimpy and I are just friends" "Indeed so but what about how you two were knotted together one time when at the library?" "They were cold" "And when you yawned showing your teeth" Floyds eye twitched towards his brother as Jade continued "Dancing with Shrimpy in the sea at school hours nuzzling against them aggressively and Creating a pearl ring for them without knowing anything about jewelry, giving them scales, a tooth, along with-" Floyd was so close to tackling his brother in annoyance scowling as Azul even agreed how Floyd has been not going to many of his shifts but he didn't know the reason why. Floyd though soon realized that he may have been doing merfolk courting rituals. Though he didn't find it any change he still like shrimpy for being shrimpy so he continued to do what he did anyway even with a pissed off Azul trying to find him when he randomly disappears.

After that he’d keep approaching you with odd and sweet gifts. He'd hand you shells, metal, shiny items, and three times with someones tooth that he got... along with a handful of scales that you paled at awkwardly taking them. Floyd has never experienced the crush stage and he doesn't want to after all that's boring but hey he enjoyed seeing your little reactions.

The sound of clanking utensils, chatter and jazz filled the room of monstro lounge along with the wafting scents of different platters of food escaping the kitchen where a certain Tweel was cooking with an annoyed look plastered onto his face.

The male infront of the pan stopped what he was doing and turned his attention to a octanivelle student beside him who flinched. Floyds right gold eye glinting with his olive brown one “Oy… take my shift” he said leaving the pan and chucking the apron onto the students face causing them to flinch and let out a noise of confusion turning to try get their upperclassman to get back to work yet was met with the kitchen doors shutting as the student frowned “Thats so not fair”

Floyd trudged through monstro lounge passing Jades post where he was cleaning the glasses the other twin staring at his brother “Floyd leaving once more?” The male leaned against the counter grinning lazily “yeah I got bored” Jade let out a loud hum of acknowledgment smiling at floyd.

“Are you off to visit the prefect?” Jade questioned as Floyd moved lazily to his brother and grinned “Yeah I’m visiting shrimpy” Jade hummed closing his eyes and giving another grin “Well then maybe give them some of the chocolates to try out for monstro lounge that Azul has made for our valentines day menu” Jade placed down the glass he was cleaning to the side. Floyd let out a tired “Sure” before snagging one of the decorated heart boxes leaving monstro lounge door closing behind him.

The moment Floyd left Azul walked over to the bar where Jade was stationed “JADE! Where is floyd he’s on his shift and I usually wouldn’t care but were dealing with rush hour right now” Azul said fixing his glasses with a strained tone “Ah… He left to visit the prefect” “Again?!” Azul replied eyebrows furrowed biting his lip in annoyance at the amount of work that Floyd has recently been avoiding “Tsk… It seems we have to have a chat with the prefect so we can discuss why floyd keeps on leaving his shifts… such a hassle” Jade handed the octopus mer a glass of water that he drank quietly “How long do you think Floyd will last?” Jade questioned Azul causing his boss to look at him confused “With?” “The prefect… You know it I know it. It’s been quite entertaining to see the Prefect relax around Floyd, and Floyd being more affectionate in a way with the prefect infact last week he went to the beach and got them a pearl he was showing it off to me after he got it asking if I knew how to make it a ring” Azul’s face paled “He WHAT?!” Jade grinned behind his hand staring at him “Oh he mustn’t have told you” “FLOYD”

Floyd started heading over to ramshackle hands playing with the weird heart shaped box filled with sweets a look of boredomn on his face before hearing quiet muttering up ahead of a famillar person. You Floyd grinned to see you hunched over muttering to yourself while holding a piece of paper an envelope in your hands "Shrimpyyyy" You couldn't help but flinch snapping your head over to floyd while you gripped onto the envelope "Floyd!" You exclaimed eyes wide and body tense as Floyd grinned "Whats this" he said taking the envelope from you handing you the chocolate box "Oh yeah Jade and Azul wanted you to try those out... I think I just snagged one" he shrugged leaning beside you on a pillar as you awkwardly thanked him but tried to snatch back the small envelope in his hand that he lifted away from you grinning as he kept a hand on your head to keep you down. Floyd eyes wandered through the letter his teasing grin pausing as he had a blank face one that he'd use when he'd find someone annoying or boring eyes focused onto the sheet of paper in his hand. He slowly turned to you as you stared at him with sheer panic and shaky pupils "I- Just let me explain! just if you don't like me back thats fine completely ignore me just don't hold this against me ignore everything I said please-" Your rambling was cut off when you felt arms grab onto you swaying you around giggling happily with closed eyes "AHH SHRIMPY~! Your so stupid" he beamed squeezing you tighter in a bone crushing hug.

Later on you'd somehow find yourself dragged back into monstro lounge by Azul with Floyd appearing every now and then grinning at you. Unaware if you were dating or not but with how affectionate he's been getting recently after that gave your answer. Azul though would now have to start paying you to come to monstro lounge so Floyd doesn't leave to go find you more as he continued to complain about financial funds but hey you finally got to date a moray eel mer... who surprisingly clings onto you when you cuddle and sleep together chewing on your shoulder lightly while drooling. Bonus OF WHAT THE FUCKERY:

Azul: BOBBY (Floyd) ! Floyd: AAAAAGHHHH Azul: I just bought this imaginary festival. Now I want you off the roof Floyd: IM ON DRUGS Azul: The only drug you're on is loneliness [MC]: Is- is this normal... Jade: Mhm

[blackenedsnow]

art the clown, jason voorhees, thomas hewitt, tiffany valentine and otis driftwood with a goth s/o? :D

slashers with a goth s/o ; headcanons

WARNING:

PAIRING: Art the Clown x Goth! Reader, Jason Voorhees x Goth! Reader, Thomas Hewitt x Goth! Reader, Tiffany Valentine x Goth! Reader, Otis Driftwood x Goth! Reader

NOTE: I love this so much!! As a goth, this was so much fun to write AAHH!! Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did :D

ART THE CLOWN

Art is non-verbal, but he’s an excellent mimic.

He’ll listen to music with you and try to “dance along” in his creepy, mime-like way.

Bauhaus? Siouxsie? Whatever. He’s all in.

Art adores your aesthetic.

He’s already a fan of theatrics and over-the-top looks, so he sees your style as an extension of his own love for the dramatic.

If anyone mocks your look, they won’t live to regret it.

Art sees your style as sacred, and he’ll take special care to make sure the offender’s end is particularly theatrical.

He loves how you’re both “outsiders,”

Your style reminds him of the things he loves! Dead things.

But unlike his usual grim interests, you’re warm, alive, and you notice him.

That fascinates him endlessly.

JASON VOORHEES

Jason is shy and hesitant at first.

Your aesthetic catches him off guard—he doesn’t meet many people, let alone anyone with such a striking style.

But once he warms up, he loves it.

The music you play around him, especially softer tracks, is incredibly soothing to his mind.

Bands like The Cure become his favorite.

Pamela is… skeptical of you at first.

She's worried your dark aesthetic would be a bad influence on her boy.

But after seeing how kind and patient you are with Jason, she approved. (You also keep her son calm, so she can’t argue with the results.)

Jason is protective to an extreme degree.

If anyone dares to insult you or your style, he’ll make sure they never bother you again.

Let’s just say Camp Crystal Lake has one more “missing camper.”

He loves sitting quietly with you, watching you do your makeup or put together an outfit.

He doesn’t understand it fully but finds it fascinating and comforting to watch.

THOMAS HEWITT

Thomas was unsure about you at first.

Your style stood out so much in the rural Texas environment, and it took him a while to understand it.

But once he did, he couldn’t get enough of how unique and beautiful you were.

His family, on the other hand, was… less accepting.

Hoyt made plenty of snide comments at first, and Luda Mae worried about how “different” you seemed.

But after they saw how happy you made Thomas, their attitudes softened.

Thomas loves how confident you are in your look.

It inspires him, especially since he’s always struggled with his own appearance.

Your music is a huge comfort to him.

It helps drown out the chaos of his life.

He especially loves slower, atmospheric songs—anything that lets him close his eyes and relax after a long day.

TIFFANY VALENTINE

Tiffany's goth herself, so having a partner who shares her love of dark fashion and culture is a dream come true.

You two are the ultimate spooky power couple.

She’ll raid your wardrobe and lend you her own pieces.

Date nights often involve matching outfits!!

Tiffany doesn’t care what anyone thinks about your relationship or your style.

If someone dares to insult either of you, she’ll handle it—usually in a very violent, very Tiff way.

She’s incredibly affectionate and constantly showers you with compliments.

She loves how unapologetically you express yourself and always reminds you that you’re stunning, no matter what anyone says.

OTIS DRIFTWOOD

Otis was initially surprised by your aesthetic but quickly grew to appreciate it.

He’s always been drawn to people who stand out.

The Firefly family, on the other hand, took some time to adjust.

Baby loved your look and immediately bonded with you over fashion tips.

While Mama is suspicious of your “big city ways.”

Otis doesn’t care—he likes what he likes.

He’ll mock you playfully at first, calling you things like “Dracula” or “Morticia,” but deep down, he admires how unapologetically you embrace who you are.

He’s the same way, after all.

Otis is fascinated by your music taste.

He doesn’t fully get it, but he respects it—especially when you introduce him to more aggressive goth or industrial tracks.

He’s a fan of She Wants Revenge after a while, even if he won’t admit it.

He loves your individuality and makes it very clear that anyone who disrespects you disrespects him, too.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

F! Yuu’s Dad in Twst Wonderland pt. 5

Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.6

Please save Yuu’s dad from the boys in this world.

Turns out the boys at RSA are a different type of annoying

Instead of selfish brutish boy, it’s selfless boy polite boy who lives in a fairytale and doesn’t have the self awareness not to be handing out pre-engagement rings to the first person they fall in love with.

Like he has to give Yuu the “Don’t be a Disney Princess talk”

🦀: Yuu, what’s on your fingers?

🦐: My platonic engagement rings.

🦀: You’re what? W-what’s a platonic engagement?

🦐: They said I was really pretty and could tell I had a nice personality and warm spirit in need of help and a permanent place to stay so they slipped a ring on my finger and said that if I still needed help I could stay with them in their manors and castles and all they wanted in return was my love and companionship.

🦀: That last part doesn’t sound pretty platonic.

🍎🐦: Ah, Yuu, here’s the rest of your platonic engagement letters.

Yuu’s dad snatches a letter and opens one.

🦀: My dear Yuu, I crave your presence and companionship wherever I am. Would you please do me the honor of living with me after your graduation?! Oh God, I’ve made a terrible mistake!

Yuu’s dad shakes the rings off her fingers, grabs Grim, and runs out of RSA.

🦐: Dad, where are we going to go?

🦀: Well we haven’t tried NBC?

~~~~~~~~~~

Spoilers: It didn’t last an entire day due to Rollo’s obsession with Yuu not having magic.

Yuu’s dad literally found Rollo on his knees, hands clasped with Yuu’s, begging her to be with him forever so she’ll never have to deal with those “magic freaks” again.

And so, the father, daughter, cat crew is back at Ramshackle.

Which is also where they see a pile of cards on Ramshackle’s doorstep.

🦐: They’re all Valentines Day cards! I completely forgot today was Valentines Day! Malleus’s card is so sweet!

🦀: Lemme see that. “Dearest-“ ugh- “My thanks for such a truly wonderful present. It is only fitting that I should give you something in return. How about the gift of beauty? Perhaps the gift of song? Or…Well, never mind. Just a joke based on the legends, you know. I shall give you something I picked out myself. -Malleus Draconia.” Sweetie, you do realize he indirectly called you ugly, right?

A/N: Real talk, do not accept the feelings of someone who offers you the gift of beauty. Please do not accept the feelings of someone who says they love you but is indirectly calling you ugly at the same time. I am telling you your self-confidence will plummet if you do.

🦐: Well…you know what it does sound like he’s saying I’m ugly. He thinks I’m ugly…HE THINKS I’M UGLY!! *Wails*

🦀: Don’t worry baby, he wouldn’t know what a pretty girl looks like if she hit him. Hell, his father probably abandoned his mother when he found out what her face looked like and realized it passed onto his son.

🦐: Dad…

🦀: No boy is going to insult my baby directly or indirectly and get away with it.

And so your dad storms out of Ramshackle, leaving you alone.

🦀: Malleus, come here!

What ensues is your dad grabbing Malleus by the collar and giving him this interesting sentence.

🦀: Malleus, I swear to God that if you ever make my daughter cry like you did with that stupid fucking letter, I will cut your horns off and have them displayed as a trophy.

⚡️: Let go of Waka-Sama!

Your dad drops him to the ground and gets a phone call from you.

🦐: He’s here and I lost sight of him.

🦀: Who’s at Ramshackle?

🦐: Rook! I saw him in the bushes with a pair of binoculars, and when I looked back he was gone!

🦀: Oh for fucks sake! Honey, don’t worry, I’m coming back as soon as I can.

🦐: *the phone call suddenly ends*

🦀: Shit, this is so not good. Maybe the cat got him and burned him to death. I hope the cat burnt him to death.

When he returns to Ramshackle, he finds you dancing, albeit very uncomfortably, with Rook in the backyard.

🦀: Hey! Hey! HEY! Hands off my daughter, French creep!

🏹: Non, Non, don’t misunderstand my intentions. I was simply inquiring her status about a visitation to Pomefiore. Vil wanted to see if she wanted some of his unused makeup.

🦀: But why are you dancing with her? Why were you in the bushes? Why didn’t you text her? You have her phone number! All of you do actually!

🏹: well quite frankly because you blocked us, and who wouldn’t want to spend time dancing with such a girl under the moonlight while waiting for an answer to a questi-Ah!

Yuu kicks Rook in the crotch and your father couldn’t have been happier

🦀: Good job, sweetie! Though you might want to kick a bit lower next time so instead of hitting the base of his penis, you hit his testes. Lemme show you.

Your dad picks Rook up and stands behind him so Rook’s body isn’t sliding downward.

🦀: Take another chance, honey!

You take another kick hitting Rook in his balls. You squeal in delight that you accomplished your dad’s helpful tip.

🦐: Yay! I did it! Did you see that?!

🦀: Sure did! Let’s bring the cat for a night time treat out in the town.

Your dad goes inside to get the baby carrier and Grim.

Meanwhile your first and second year friends are slowly walking up to you out of fear for what they just saw.

🦐: Oh, hi! What are you guys doing here?

♥️: Umm…💧💧💧….we were going to invite you to a beach party *sees Yuu’s dad walking out with Grim in a baby carrier strapped to his chest* but now I think we should leave and let you get a good nights rest for tomorrow’s academic activities hahaha!

🦐: Oh no, I can totally come to the party! I’m just going with my dad to the town for a snack!

🦀: *mouthing: you better not try anything or let anything happen to my daughter or else everyone will find you like this* *moves his hand to Rook’s body on the ground*

♥️: ….Yessir!

🦀: Come on, Yuu, let’s take you out for a snack and then you can enjoy your party.

You laugh and skip along with the your first and second year friends while your dad squishes Grim’s toe beans.

[joannerowling]

What that wasn’t in the movies do you hope they include in the new show 😋 they better do it justice or elseee. If they game of thrones-ify it I’ll kill someone

PS: Peeves is confirmed! I'd love for the show to include some of Vernon's POV in the first chapter, because it's such a funny and iconic introduction, and spend a bit longer on Harry's awful life at the Dursleys. Ron throwing hands with Malfoy. The twins shooting snowballs at the back of Quirrell's head. Also, PLEASE, an accurate depiction of the way Hermione deals with the Devil Snare. Do NOT cut Ron's "are you a witch or what?!" line again i'm begging!

CoS: Nearly-Headless Nick's anniversary is a popular one i subscribe to! And Ginny's Valentine card ("his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad"). Percy being a bit more present.

PoA: Hermione and Ron working on Buckbeak's case, Hermione's Girlboss Day where she quits Divination and slaps Malfoy in the span of a few hours (and Ron's reaction to it). Hermione making fun of Ron for believing in the Grim. Oliver crying tears of joy after winning the Quidditch Cup.

GoF: Ok, now we're in business. Give me the SPEW sideplot, including Dobby's salary, drunk Winky and the kitchens. Also, don't skip over the harrassment Hermione gets from Skeeter, let her grow obsessed with finding out how she manages to evesdrop on conversations (specifically, i need that scene where Hermione is wondering aloud about her while viciously grinding beetles into dust in Potions class) and trap her in an unbreakable jar.

OotP: Three words: Department 👏 of 👏Mysteries 👏 SHOW US ALL THE ROOMS, especially the Time Room (let us freak out about the baby-headed Deatheater!!!) and the Brain Room (let Ron Weasley get his sexy scars from being strangled by flying brain tentacles). Harry throwing hands with Malfoy. Harry and Ron making shit up for Divination class. Divination teacher Firenze (i know it doesn't bring a lot to the story but i want Hermione to call out Parvati about her horse fetish). Hermione cursing Marietta Edgecombe with acne spelling "SNITCH" on her forehead (again, probably won't happen as it's maybe too gross for tv but one can dream). Ginny and Harry bonding.

HBP: That one scene where Harry brutally assassinate a seed while Ron and Hermione are trying and spectacularly failing to arrange a date. The Gaunts memory and also the one where Voldemort comes back to Hogwarts and tries to get the DADA teaching gig.

DH: Harry's 17th birthday including the cake. Ron punching Malfoy in the face while invisible and yelling at him "that's the second time we save your life this evening arsehole". Potterwatch. Fred's death. Ron and Hermione's first kiss happening exactly as ridiculously as it did in the book. Harry calling Hermione "like a sister" and embracing Ron after his return. NOT showing us the trapped bit of Voldemort's soul in purgatory King's Cross, because not seeing it makes it scarier.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Happy Valentine's Day, Miss Raven!! :33 I hope it's not too cheeky of me to ask but who are you giving chocolate to this year? Could it be...a certain lion who's been rising in the ranks of your heart as of late? 👀 Does the eel still reign supreme? Or will they be fighting for that special chocolate? Heh heh heh

shkabskwkebcls Miss Raven is the type of person to give chocolate to everyone 😂 Most of it is giri (obligation) chocolate to staff and classmates, since she has become so familiar with campus life on account of Crowley sending her out to do various tasks for him. It’s only polite! Of course, Crowley—her legal guardian—and Grim and Yuu—who help out around NRC—also get giri choco. A handful will get tomo (friend) chocolate; Silver, Kalim, Rook, and Ortho (though she worries if robots can consume it 💦). And as for that special honmei (true feeling) chocolate…

I think she’s way too hesitant to be that emotionally vulnerable, especially since she’s afraid they might mock her or not return the sentiment💀 To save grace and her pride, Miss Raven would just give both L*ona and J word giri choco with the excuse that they’re a dorm leader and vice dorm leader respectively so she’s “obligated” to do the bare minimum. This way, they’re both “equal” and it helps with all the confused, conflicted feelings she’s been experiencing lately.

… Anyway, here’s some extra Valentine’s Day themed drawings of Miss Raven below the cut ^^

First one is her as a chocolate shop saleswoman. Maybe she’s helping out at the Mystery Shop?? Sam wants to capitalize on the lonely hearts at NRC, and what better way to lure in customers than with a cute girl? Yes, I ran out other time to do this one digitally—

I also doodled a fancy date night outfit for Miss Raven! It’s quite a departure from the very first Valentine’s Day date outfit I designed for her a few hears ago. This one had a more grown-up feel to it; it’s very different from Miss Raven’s usual look. She’s probably headed put to a fancy dinner 🥘 Wonder who her dining companion is…?

Slapped in some additional doodles cuz I felt like it ✨

Wheeeeeee~

[rayroseu]

IM CRYINGGGGG OMGGG YES FINALLY ITS THE TEACHERS TIME TO SHINE!!!!🥹🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭💚💚‼️‼️‼️💖💗💗💓💓💗💌💌❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️💘💘💘💘💝💝

it was kind of heavily hinted by now that they'll play a big part sooner or later, but I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT THEY'LL REVEAL THE FACULTY SSR SERIES WITH ******DIRE CROWLEY**** FIRST LIKE AJDJFDSJDjlksldjfdsjfk I LOVE YOU YANA TOBOSO!!!! 😭😭‼️‼️💖💖💝💝❣️❣️💘💘💌💌❣️❣️

also the malleus parallel is so real,,,,, folded legs, an expression of unmatched confidence, an unnatural brightness of light that centers around their face....

OHHHHH IF ITS POSSIBLE FOR CROWLEY TO HAVE AN SSR THEN MAYBE..... IF I HOPE JUST FOR A FEW YEARS MORE..... WE'LL GET MELEANOR DRACONIA SSR-- ‼️‼️‼️👆👆👆👆✨✨✨✨✨✨😎😎😎😎😎never give up no matter what!!!!!!!

I CANT WAIT FOR CROWLEY'S GROOVY ADJKLFJFDK I HOPE IT FEATURES HIM WITH THE DARK MIRROR AYAYAYAYAY!!!!!! 😭😭😭💖💖💝💝💘💘💘AND MOST IMPORTANTLY,,,, WHO *IS* HIS DUO???? the other faculty members isn't out yet, so it must be one of the students??? Maybe Grim??? I'M GONNA SOB IF ITS LILIA VANROUGE lkdkskdsj THATS NEARING TOO MUCH ABOUT CROWLEY BEING LEVAN AND THEM BEING PAST RIGHT AND LEFT GENERALS AAAAA😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️✨✨✨✨

i loveeeeeee how masquerade malleus groovy's place is oddly similar to where crowley is sitting at,,,, OAMDKDFJD where even is he?????? I feel like he's just in his office lol it doesn't feel like he's in the mirror chamber....

ALSO MY GUY REALLY MADE HIS DEBUT AT VALENTINES MONTH LSDKJFFJJ ALRIGHT CROWLEYYY THE RIZZ???? YOU'RE SO STUNNING CAN WE DATE I'LL PAY FOR YOUR EVERY VACATION IM--- 😩😩😩😩🙏🙏🙏🙏✨✨✨✨✨✨❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

GODDDD MAYBE HE REALLY IS LEVANNNN 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖

i feel like similar to Lilia, Crowley used to be more serious as Levan.... AUGHHH,,, MELEANOR I SEE THE VISION NOW,,,,😭😭💖💖🙏🙏🙏The Princess never makes a mistake.....

if he was like *this* everyday during her lifetime, I'll repeatedly say he's so handsome,❣️✨ he's the most gorgeous,❣️✨ the most kindest, ❣️✨truly the most perfect man ever❣️✨ DKFJKLJFLKSDA

[mediocrecowboyhat]

Set in sand - Chapter 18

We mark the year 1934 and a peculiar journal falls into your hands. It's telling the tale of an outlaw and the downfall of a gang. Some pages are torn and others are downright unreadable, but nevertheless, you are still able to make out some parts of the tragic story.

With the help of a certain time traveler friend of yours, will you be able to save the author of the journal or will you be the cause for his demise?

Previous chapter - Next chapter

Word count: 5k

TW: end-game spoilers will be mentioned very early on in the story, 18+ MDNI, sexual themes, violence, gore, death, misogynistic themes (anything that happens in the game as well), she/her pronouns

With Mary's letter in your pocket, you sit at the front porch of the house, cleaning your pistol. Yesterday when Karen had given it to you, you didn't have the energy to head into Saint Denis and meet the woman at the hotel. If she needs your help for something important then you want to be rested.

And the reason why you're sitting at the front porch is because you're waiting to run into Arthur. While Mary didn't say that you should bring him along, she also didn't state that you're not allowed to take him with you. By the sound of the letter, it kind of seems like she's more in need of a gun than a friend since she mentioned how well you scared off the drunk guy.

So having the outlaw with you would ease your mind about any potential danger, but who knows if he even wants to join you. He did seem quite shaken up when he met her back in Valentine. Nevertheless, he still helped her.

The front door opens, startling you slightly and a familiar figure steps through it. The moment Arthur's eyes land on you, he takes off his hat and nods at you as a greeting. "Mornin'."

"Good morning, Arthur.", you respond with a soft smile and his own lips curl up in return. As he leans against a pillar and lights up a cigarette, he looks down at you and raises an eyebrow.

"You doin' alright? You seem strange, but then again you're always strange.", he asks, earning a dry chuckle from you. With a roll of your eyes, you lean forward in your chair and give his side a playful smack.

"Real funny, Mr. Morgan." You shake your head and slide the Pistol back into the holster before meeting his gaze again. "There's actually something I want to ask you."

"'Course. What is it?"

A hum escapes you as you contemplate your next words. Your hand wanders to the inner chest pocket of your coat where the letter is. "It's about Mary. She's asking for my help and-"

"And you want me to tag along.", Arthur finishes your sentence and you nod. He takes a deep drag from his cigarette before breathing out a cloud of smoke through his nose. "I don't know."

"It sounded important.", you quickly argue and stand up from your chair. "It sounded like she's in trouble or something. Arthur, please."

The last word you say with a more urgent tone and pull together your eyebrows as you stare him down. His resistance begins to crumble and a grim shadow falls over his face. "Don't gimme that look. Just 'cause you bat your lashes at me and say my name like that, you think I'll jump at your command?"

That's not the way you'd have said it, but he's not entirely wrong. It's more than obvious now that he has a soft spot for you and you might or might not be using that to your advantage with this. After a while of you just looking at each other, he let's out a sigh and puts out the cigarette.

"When are we leavin'?" You fight back a victorious grin at his words and jump down the stairs of the porch.

"I was thinking right now.", you answer and without any more of his complaining, he follows you to the horses. Together you make your way towards Saint Denis and most of the ride passes by in silence.

"Now, just 'cause I said yes this once don't mean I can't say no to you. Understand?", Arthur speaks up and you bite down on your lips to prevent the smirk that is threatening to take form on your face.

Without looking in his direction, worried that your expression might betray you, you answer. "Of course, Arthur."

A chuckle escapes you at the end of the sentence and in the corner of your eyes, you see him shaking his head with a soft smile. Honestly, you don't even remember the last time he said no to you about anything.

Once you reach the hotel, you hear a familiar voice call out to you and you lift your head. Mary is standing at the balcony with a wide smile and waves at you excitedly. "You came! Wait right there! I'll come down in a moment!"

Arthur and you get off your horses and hitch them at the side of the road after she disappears into the building. Only a few seconds later, she comes out rushing through the front door and wraps her arms around you. "It's so good to see you!"

"It's good to see you too.", you say, returning the hug and smile she's offering to you. Then her eyes land on Arthur and her entire face lights up in delight. It evokes a bundle of mixed feelings within you.

"Arthur, you came as well!", she exclaims and takes a few steps closer to him as if she wants to pull him into a hug as well, but her arms remain by her side.

"I wasn't sure if you'd be okay with me bringing him along.", you start after clearing your throat and she shakes her head hastily.

"No, I'm glad he came. It's a bit...well, the situation is that..." For a few more seconds, she continues struggling to find the right words until she let's out a defeated sigh. "Daddy..."

Arthur and you exchange knowing looks and he mutters an 'of course' under his breath. With a shake of his head, he turns his back towards the woman and runs his hand over his beard. "We're wastin' our time here."

Mary's eyes go wide after she hears him say that and she steps closer to him. "I know Daddy wasn't kind to you, but surely you can't hate a man for the sin of lovin' his daughter and wantin' better for her than..."

She struggles with finishing her sentence and Arthur turns around on his heels to face her. His expression is filled with anger and shock. "Than me?"

"Than the choices you make!", she counters, faster than a bullet, but her words seem to make the man only more outraged.

"What choice did I have? Did I ever have?", he argues, growing louder and earning disturbed looks from some of the people closeby. The scene these two are causing out here on the street fills you with embarrassment and if it continues on like that, you won't get anywhere.

Yes, you were the one Mary wrote to, but now you feel more like the third wheel here. With an irritated grunt, you go in between them and throw annoyed looks in their direction. "That's enough.", you demand with a tone that doesn't tolerate any protest and you turn to Mary. "What is it with your father?"

Much to your relief and appreciation, Arthur stays silent even though his expression makes it more than clear that he has a snappy comment for your question. Mary let's out a sigh and avoids your gaze. "Gamblin', drinkin' and all sorts of other things. He said be was goin' down to the Theodore Eckhart stables. Somethin' 'bout a horse. It's down by the water in the warehouse district near the train yard."

"No. Not a chance.", Arthur chimes in almost immediately and both her and you give him strange looks. "I know the kind of trouble he gets himself into."

With that he motions for you to follow him back to your horses and you grab him by his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "What has gotten into you? We said we'd help her."

"That man keeps nasty company. If you get hurt 'cause of him..." He doesn't finish and you take his hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"I will be fine. You know that I can take care of myself if it gets bad. I'm like a cornered tiger." Your quote from Pearson gets an involuntary chuckle out of him and you smile. Slowly, his resistance crumbles away and he nods to himself.

With a victorious grin you turn to Mary, noticing a weird look in her expression. Before you can decipher what it means, it vanishes and she mounts Penthesilea with you. Together you follow Arthur to the warehouse district.

That entire time, you can feel a strange tension in the air and Mary's silence feels oddly heavy. You make a mental note to yourself to ask her about it later when the opportunity arises. Once at the stables, all three of you jump down onto your feet and you cross the street towards the entrance.

"I'll head in myself to see what state he's in.", she says with both hands on the handle and you gently place yours on her shoulder.

"I can come with you.", you offer and she thinks for a short while before nodding. Arthur stays outside while you and her enter the building. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight that's about to unfold infront of you.

There's a man, who you assume is Mary's father from the fine clothes he's wearing, and describing him as drunk is an absolute understatement. The entire place reeks of alcohol and you wrinkle your nose at the stench. His face is flushed and he's grumbling incoherent sentences to himself.

The stable owner, who stands only a few feet away from him, looks like he's about to smack the ever living shit out of him with the broom in his hands. Mary is at her father's side almost immediately. "Daddy!"

A bit too harsh for your taste, he pushes her off him and points his finger at her. "You! What in the nine hells are you doin' here?"

Completely ignoring his question, she is by his side again and wraps her arms around his. A pleading look is on her face as she tries to drag him out of the stables, but he breaks free from her hold. With a huff, he dashes through the front door. Mary and you are closely following behind him.

"I have half a mind to kill you myself!", he yells at his daughter and your eyebrows shoot up in disbelief. Arthur really wasn't kidding about that man.

"Daddy.", Mary responds heartbroken and a veil of hurt falls over her. If you weren't such good friends with her then you'd probably have decked him, but something tells you that would only upset her more. "Daddy, come home! You're tired!"

"I am no such thing! You get away from me, head home! I insist upon it!", he yells while waving his hands frantically around and hastily walking away. "Damn nuisance."

The interaction makes you sad, really and you feel Arthur's presence next to you as Mary turns around to look at you. "Still as charmin' as ever, I see.", Arthur comments, but she ignores it.

Her eyebrows are furrowed in concern and her hands are neatly clasped together infront of her. Even in situations like this she manages to look like she jumped straight out of a book. "He's up to no good. We better follow him."

The three of you keep a safe distance from the man, but he's had enough drinks that you could be walking right next to him and he wouldn't notice. Aimlessly, he stumbles through the streets, bumping into one person after another.

After crossing the road a few times and passing through alleyways that reek of piss and rat shit, he stops behind a building and takes out a small object that you can't make out from this distance.

"What do you think he's doin'?", Mary whispers in a concerned tone and furrows her eyebrows together.

"Well, he could be waitin' for a woman of dubious morals.", Arthur answers, making the crease on her forehead deeper and you reassuringly place your hand on her shoulder.

As your gazes meet, you give her a soothing smile. "Or he's just trying to sell something.", you chime in, which could be true. Whatever he's holding in his hands, he might be trying to get some money off of it. It doesn't sound too far fetched.

Another man comes out of the building, tall and thin to the point where you're pretty sure that the smallest gust of wind could send him flying like a napkin. "Ashton.", Mr. Gillis greets him. "Have you got the money?"

So you were right with your assumption, but just what is he selling? An object so small can't be of much value can it? Well, if you could get a better look at it then you'd know. "Have you got the brooch, Mr. Gillis?"

He hands over the object and the thin man holds it up in the air to get a better look at it. In the corner of your eyes you see how Mary's face contorts into an angry grimace. Seems as if the brooch is not only valuable regarding the price but in sentiment as well.

"That is mother's brooch.", Mary hisses through gritted teeth. The words come out of her like venom and Arthur puts up his hands.

"It's just a brooch.", he says in an attempt to calm her down, but you don't think that anything can at this point. She looks absolutely furious, livid even and you're afraid that it might escalate.

With an irritated huff and a shadow cast over her soft features, she stomps over to her father. Her shoulders are squared up and her hands are balled into fists as if she's about to give him a beating. "I can't believe you sold mother's brooch!", she shouts at the top of her lungs.

A shiver runs down your spine as you watch her point her slim finger at him, wiggling it infront of his face. He's twice her size and clearly too intoxicated to think straight. Worried, that he might explode as well, you rush to her side and tense up, ready to intervene.

"That's theft!", she yells at him and his eyes fall on something behind you.

"Oh, speakin' of thieves. I see you found your outlaw again.", he says, his voice oozing with discontent.

Arthur doesn't seem too fazed by his hostility towards him. In fact it looks like he's even used to it. He greets him with a casual wave of his hand as if he's an old friend. "Hello, sir. Have you been well?"

During the commotion, you notice the tall man slipping away, throwing nervous glances in your direction. With a pleading look, you turn to Arthur. "Could you get that brooch back?", you ask in a hushed tone.

The outlaw let's out a sigh, but nods. "Sure." His answer comes out short and he jogs after the other man.

As you turn your attention back to Mary and her father, you see that their argument slowly comes to an end. She throws some more words at him, angry and hurt, but it's like talking to a wall. It upsets you how he dismisses her with a wave of his hand and walks off as if she's nothing but an inconvenience to him.

An annoyed grunt escapes her and with the fire in her eyes dying down, so does her energy. Defeated, she flops down onto a crate and burries her face in both hands. For a moment there you think she will start crying, but no noise leaves her throat. Slowly, she looks back up at you and you offer her a soft smile.

"I'm so sorry that you had to see all this.", she says, her voice weak and tired and you sit down next to her.

In an attempt to comfort her, you place your hand on her back and rub circles on it. "You're not the one who should apologize. He is."

"He hasn't always been that way, you know? He got lost when mother died and-" She leaves the rest unspoken and shakes her head. "Nevermind. I don't want to think 'bout that right now."

A heavy silence falls over the two of you as you wait for Arthur to return, hopefully with the stolen brooch. Your mind ponders as you try to come up with another topic to talk about, something to distract her with. Surprisingly enough she beats your to it. "You and Arthur seem close."

Her statement strikes a cord in you and instinctively you pull your hand back. Now that is definitely not the distraction you were aiming or hoping for. For a very long time, you stumble over your own words, unsure how to answer and her lips curl up.

Understanding is laying in her expression as she locks eyes with you. "It's alright. I'm not upset if that's what you're afraid of. I'm happy actually."

"I don't know what to say.", you admit, sounding almost breathless. "The other day in the saloon. You told me that you're still thinking of him."

She nods. "I did, yes and it was true. After everythin' with Jamie, after seein' Arthur again...he seemed like the man I used to know and love, but at the same time so different. I started dreamin' and fantasizin' again."

You're left speechless, uncertain what to think or feel right now. A part of you feels guilty for not mentioning your bond with the outlaw sooner to her, but another part of you is also relieved. Relieved that it's finally out there and that it doesn't affect your friendship with the woman negatively.

On the contrary, she looks incredibly happy as she takes your hands in hers and gives them a gentle squeeze. "What Arthur and I had was true and wonderful, but it could never work out between us. I could never accept his lifestyle and neither can he accept mine, but you...you're livin' his life. You have a certain understandin' of that strange code of his that I lack."

A mix of emotions well up in your chest and you feel like it's going to burst, but she keeps on going with her moving speech. "Perhaps he is smarter now and will become a better man for you. I dearly hope so, because you deserve it, my friend."

Without hesitation, you pull her into a bone crushing hug which she returns with the same amount of vigor. You barely even notice Arthur returning until something shiny flashes in the corner of your eyes and you let go of the woman. After giving it a closer look, you recognize the brooch and Mary jumps up to her feet.

"You got it back!", she exclaims in excitement, but it's quickly being replaced by a shadow that casts itself over her face. "It's better that I don't know what you did to get it."

"Hey, I bought it from the feller. Fair and square.", Arthur counters offended, almost pouty even and she briefly raises her eyebrows in surprise. Then she stares longingly at the brooch for a very long time before pocketing it with a sigh.

"We can give you a ride to the hotel.", you offer, but she shakes her head.

"No, the trolley is enough. I can find my way back by myself just fine.", she argues with an exhausted smile. Today's events clearly drained her and you get up from where you're sitting as well, straightening out your skirt.

Mary joins you ontop of Penthesilea and you follow Arthur to a nearby trolley station. She wraps her arms around you and you return the hug. "Don't be a stranger.", you say, making her chuckle softly.

"I won't.", she answers and turns to Arthur. Both of them are a bit more awkward with their farewell until she takes his hand in hers. "Goodbye, Arthur."

He mumbles a quick 'goodbye' too and with that she steps onto the trolley. You wave with your hand as she disappears around the corner and you let out a sigh. Looks like it's time to return to camp again, now that that's settled. Just as you're about to go back to your horse, a hand grips softly your wrist.

"Hey, I was thinkin'...", Arthur starts, struggling. His eyes flicker towards everywhere except for your face and he slowly takes off his cowboy hat. He clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair. "What are you doin'? Right now, I mean."

The sudden question takes you aback for a moment and you shrug with your shoulders. "Nothing, really. I was going to head back to camp unless you got different plans."

"I was wonderin' if you'd like to go to the theater. With me.", he says hesitantly, almost shy even. "Ah, forget about it. I'm bein' a fool-"

"No, I'd love to go.", you interrupt him embarrassingly fast and can't help the silly laugh that is escaping you. "Take me to the theater, Arthur Morgan."

The outlaw let's out a breathless chuckle, as if he can't believe that you agreed, but he hides the sound behind a cough. He motions towards the horses in a way as if he's opening a door for you and together you ride to the local theater.

After hitching your horses on the side of the road, he pushes open the entrance and steps aside for you to enter. Arthur leans against the counter where an employee is standing behind. "So what you got playin' right now?"

"We have a fire breather show, Mister.", the other man says with excitement and Arthur throws you a curious look over his shoulder. After you give him a nod, he buys two tickets and you make your way deeper inside.

The theater is packed with people, but you're lucky enough to find two free seats in the middle. As you move towards them, Arthur's hand doesn't leave your back until you sit down. But even then he picks up the contact again and places his arm around your shoulders.

Sitting this close next to one another with your thighs and arms touching comes almost naturally to you. After all, you've been sitting like that around the campfire ever since you arrived at Shady Belle. A smile tucks at the corner of your mouth at that thought and you relax.

All your attention is set on the stage where a man comes out from behind the red curtains. He introduces the fire breather, Antoinette Sanseverino. The man cracks a joke about how he tried to woo her, but quickly giving up, because she set his topcoat on fire. It gets a laugh out of Arthur next to you.

After the man leaves, the curtains are being pulled back and reveal a beautiful woman holding a lit torch. Her green stage outfit shimmers in the flickering light of the fire, making her look like she's out of this world. The entire performance is absolutely captivating, honestly.

She waves the torch around so effortlessly, swallowing and spitting out fire. It even reaches the middle row where you're sitting and everyone ducks away. The inside of the theater becomes awfully hot after a while and you rub the sweat off your hands on your coat.

Everyone in the audience starts clapping loudly once the show is over and you wipe away the pearls of sweat that are beginning to form on your forehead. "I think I need some fresh air.", you tell Arthur breathlessly.

He nods in understanding before standing up and leading you of the theater. Your chest is rising and falling heavily and your lungs welcome the cool evening air with open arms. "You alright?", the outlaw asks, concern lacing his voice and you quickly nod.

"Yes, I am. The air just got too thick in there."

"Okay then.", he mutters, scratching his cheek. Then an impressed look covers his face as his eyes fall back on the building. "That was quite somethin'."

"Tell me about it! Have you seen that bald guy in the front row, though?", you answer, matching his enthusiasm.

Arthur cackles at your words and waves around with one hand. "Yes! Didn't think his hat would catch fire like that."

During the performance, a man in the first row caught the tiniest bit of fire. His hat wasn't exactly burning, more glowing and he managed to put it out quickly. The high pitched squeals he was making during it all, was what made the audience chuckle in amusement.

After you and Arthur calm down from your laughing fit, you let out an almost disappointed sigh. "I guess it's time to head back home then."

Arthur hooks his thumbs into his weapon belt as he watches you. It's as clear as daylight that he doesn't want to end this either. "How 'bout we don't head back?", he asks then and you raise your eyebrows in curiosity. "Are you hungry?"

Now that you think about it, you don't remember the last time you had a meal today. As if it's scripted, the moment he finishes his question your stomach begins to rumble. With a smirk, Arthur extends his arm to you to have his hand somewhere on your upper back or shoulders again, always respectful with where he touches you.

Since he knows the city way better than you, you let him take the lead again and he takes you to a rather nice looking restaurant. It's nothing for the high society people, mind you, but it's not shabby either. Once inside, the place feels comfortable, cozy even and Arthur pulls out a chair for you to sit on.

When was the last time you ate out like this? The outlaw life has kept you busy and away from doing all these things that used to be so mundane to you. Now it feels painfully foreign. It gets to a point where you're afraid that some gang or the Pinkertons might dash through the doors any moment to get you.

"Hey, everythin' okay?", Arthur rips you out of your thoughts and you let out an embarrassed chuckle.

"I'm fine. I guess I'm just not used to this."

Not like I used to be.

He nods, but much to your relief, doesn't question it any further. It's not a topic you want to focus on at the moment. For now, all you want to do is enjoy the company and a hot meal that has been prepared in an actual kitchen for once.

After finishing the food, you stay a bit longer for some drinks and talk until the sun sets entirely. With a lot of protest from your side, Arthur pays for everything (once again) and you stumble out of the restaurant. Perhaps the alcohol has gotten a bit into your head and you run both hands over your face.

"We should stop at a saloon.", you mumble, earning barking laughter from Arthur. He had slightly more to drink than you, but it doesn't seem to have any effect on him. It makes you wonder just how much he had with Lenny back in Valentine to get into the state he was.

You look at his face. His flushed cheeks are the only indicator that he had any alcohol just now. Maybe it has actually gotten to his head as well and you're just not noticing it.

"Nah, let's get you to bed.", he says, leading you safely across the street and towards the horses. "How about you ride with me and we have your horse follow us?"

His idea sounds good. You usually prefer not to sit behind reigns even after one glass when you can avoid it. Only after wrapping your arms securely around his waist and feeling the warmth of his body on yours, do you realize how much you miss riding with him.

It's nice not having to focus on the road for once or having to be on the lookout for any danger. Sure, back in your time you had some nasty encounters, but not to this extend. Never in your life have you felt unsafe and exposed when going out without a gun, up until now.

Will I ever be able to shake this off?

Fortunately, you don't have the time to dwell on that topic, because you're already at camp. In the distance you see the light of a campfire, indicating to you that some people are still awake. How long have you been out?

Arthur and you walk in deeper, but stop at the fountain, leaving a generous distance between you and the others. It seems like he doesn't want to give them ammunition for teasing either, but you're afraid that it's too late. Karen has a nose for these things and has most likely noticed how long the both of you were absent today.

Before going to sleep, you should maybe prepare some excuses for her questioning tomorrow morning. Something tells you that she won't let you off the hook so easily this time. Quickly you push these thoughts away and turn to Arthur, smiling softly. "I had fun today."

"Me too." His answer comes out awkward and short. It's an amusing sight, seeing the outlaw like this. That man doesn't think twice when he throws himself into fist fights or crossfire, but whenever it comes to these moments, he seems so helpless. It's like watching a deer getting lost inside a city and trying to navigate through it.

Arthur's hat is off as always when he talks to you and his fingers are gripping it tightly. It's too dark to see it now, but you bet that the whites of his knuckles are showing. You bite back a chuckle. "I'd love to do this again."

"Me too.", he repeats and runs a hand over his beard. It could very well be the alcohol that is making you too bold when you gently put a hand on his cheek and place a quick kiss on the other. His beard is rough and scratches your skin slightly and you feel your fingertips tracing over old scars.

Arthur's entire body tenses up a bit, making him almost flinch away, but he stays unmoving. The darkness of the night hides most of his features, but you can make out enough of his expression to see the bashful smile.

"Goodnight, Arthur.", you whisper and leave him standing at the fountain as you make your way to your tent.

You feel his gaze on you all the way until you disappear around the corner.

Taglist: @shackspossum @abducted-cowz @heloixe

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hello, love of my life,

Im back again. Im looking for a college sterek fic. stiles and Derek and a few others (like lydia) went to high school together, and stiles has a huge chip on his shoulder for not being one of the "popular kids" They are at a college party and derek finds stiles after he pukes on his skateboard. the whole fic is basically sitles being aggressive while derek flirts. they sleep together pretty early on or at least derek tries to sleep with him but sitles is so in his head about it. at some point, derek points out that no one hated him in high school and derek doesn't think he is lame or uncool that is all something stiles is projecting.

That's all i got

also happy Valentine's my dear. I love all the hard work everyone on this blog does to find fics. <3

Hi @distractedducky! @nerdherderette says it's this one.

Be Nice To Me by standinginanicedress

(10/10 I 92,351 I Explicit I Sterek)

“You guys aren’t, like, sleeping together, are you?”

Stiles nearly gets beer up his nose. “Who said that? Nobody said that.”

“Doing the math,” she taps her temple. “You come out of his bedroom and then a week later here you are at my house looking like a lost puppy waiting for someone to come find you.”

Stiles sees no way out of the truth. She’s read him, and the situation, like a fucking book. “…so what if we were?”

She does this big long sigh, her eyes going up, her mouth in a grim line. She looks so unhappy, it’s like someone just told her that her dog has been run over. “I see this going poorly.”

[andiberzatto]

SIP & SAVOR (Part 1)

SUMMARY: Sophia Mar, a local wine shop owner decides to extend a visit to The Bear after hours on Valentines Day, to spend an evening with Carmy Berzatto. both are single and had worked on the romantic holiday. will it be love at first sip or will Carmy inevitably mess it up?

Carmy sighs heavily as he looks at the time on his phone, realizing it's past midnight on Valentine's Day and he's still stuck at the restaurant. He runs a hand over his tired face, the weight of the long day taking a toll on him. Fucking Valentine's Day.

His head jerks up in annoyance at the knock at the back door. He hadn't expected anyone else to be there, especially not so late at night on Valentine's Day. Grumbling under his breath, he makes his way over to the door and unlocks it. Who the hell is at this hour?

Carmen opens the door to find Sophia, the owner of the wine shop across the street, standing there with a small bottle of dessert wine and a concerned expression. He looks at her quizzically, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. “Sophia? What are you doing here so late?”

she smiles softly “can I come into the restaurant, I know the front is locked.. so I tried the back, hope I’d catch you..”

Carmen steps aside, gesturing for Sophia to enter with a hesitant nod. “Yeah, come on in. Wasn't expecting any visitors tonight, especially not on Valentine's. Everything alright across the street?” He closes the door behind her, eyeing the bottle she's carrying with curiosity.

she smiles and sets the wine on the large white prep station “I come bearing gifts.”

He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Sophia's mysterious demeanor. “Gifts, huh? What kind of gifts?” He leans against the counter, his arms crossed as he watches her with a mix of curiosity and weariness. “You know I'm not exactly in the mood for small talk or games, Sophia.”

she sets the wine closer to him “you worked a hard shift. I figured you earned a small glass of sweet wine.”

His expression softens slightly at the thoughtful gesture. He looks at the bottle, then back at Sophia, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You didn't have to do that, Sophia. But... thanks.” He reaches for the bottle, his fingers brushing against hers briefly.

she smiles “I wanted to..”

He watches her intently, taking in her gentle features and the soft smile she's sporting. He realizes that he doesn't know much about her, aside from her being a friendly neighbor. He uncrosses his arms and asks softly, "You have a date tonight, Sophia?"

“Would I be here if I did?”

He chuckles dryly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Fair point. You're here, alone, on Valentine's Day, bringing wine to a grumpy restaurant owner who's also alone.” He uncorks the bottle, pouring himself a small glass.

she nods “that wine in your hand is the best dessert wine I’ve ever tasted. Chateau Suduiraut. Perfect balance of sweet and acid. Explosive honey, hints of mango, apricot…”

He listens to her description, his eyes fixed on hers rather than the wine. Her passion for it is evident, and for a moment, it makes him forget about his exhaustion. “You know your wines, Sophia.” He takes a small sip, his eyes closing briefly as the flavors hit his tongue.

she nods “and it’s got a nice mouth feel. Sorry I’m giving you a store pitch” she blushes realizing she’s rambling about the wine.

Carmen chuckles, amused by Sophia's sudden embarrassment. He sets down the glass, shrugging off her apology. “Nah, don't apologize. It's refreshing to talk about something other than food and stress for once.” He leans in slightly, his gaze softer. “Besides, you're not wrong.”

she nods “I just got a case and figured I’d bring you a bottle of it, if you were still here working late. And here you are.. working late on the largest couples holiday..”

His expression turns grim at the mention of the holiday. He picks up the glass again, swirling the golden liquid. “Yeah, well, someone's gotta work. Can't exactly leave the restaurant unattended on a night like this.” He takes another sip, his throat bobbing as he swallows.

“Definitely not when reservations would be stacked. How bad did you get swarmed?”

He lets out a tired laugh. “Fuckin' nuts. Reservations stacked from open to close. Last minute bookings, couple arguments over menus, one proposal that made the entire dining room clap and cheer...” He runs a hand through his dark hair. “Long damn day.”

she smiles softly at the mention of the proposal that happened.

He catches her smile, his gaze lingering on her lips before meeting her eyes. For a moment, he forgets about the exhaustion, the stress, and the loneliness of the night. “You smile like you're happy about it, Sophia.” He sets the glass down, his arm brushing against hers.

“Are you not happy for other people’s love Carmen?”

He glances away, the vulnerability clear in his voice. “Of course I'm fuckin' happy for them. It's just...” He pauses, shaking his head slightly, as if trying to clear unwanted thoughts. “Valentine's Day makes me realize how long it's been since I had someone to... you know.”

she nods “yeah I never realize how much I live and function alone til this holiday or Christmas roll around.”

His eyes meet hers again, something almost tender passing between them in that moment. The usually tough restaurant owner lets himself be vulnerable for a moment. “You don't have anyone either, huh?” He reaches for the bottle to pour himself another small glass, realizing he's talking to someone who might actually understand.

she nods and leans against the prep table

He watches her body language. No wedding ring, no mention of a boyfriend or husband. She's dressed casual yet cute - jeans, an oversized sweater, and messy hair. He realizes that she might be just as alone as he is.

she looks at carmen, “I just figured you might need a friend…”

A slow, grateful smile spreads across Carmen's face as he leans against the prep table beside Sophia, mirroring her posture. He lifts the wine glass in a silent toast. “Friend, huh? I could use one of those tonight. Especially one that brings Chateau Suduiraut.”

she nods, “having a friend who works in a wine shop has its perks. Especially if she’s the owner…”

Carmen lets out a low whistle, eyebrows raising in impressed surprise. “Owner, huh? No wonder you know your wines so damn well.” He takes another sip, savoring the complexity of the flavors. “Lucky me, scoring wine and friendship in one night.”

she nods “I’m glad you like the chateau suduiraut”

He sets the glass down, turning to face Sophia more fully. He studies her face, taking in the gentle features and the warmth in her eyes. “Sophia, can I ask you something?” His voice is soft, almost hesitant. “Would you... stay a while?”

“Yeah I mean we could hangout in your restaurant kitchen all night if you wanted.”

A genuine smile lights up Carmen's face. It's a rare sight, and it makes him look even more handsome. He nods, clearly pleased with her answer. “Yeah, just you and me. No pressure, no expectations. Just... a couple of people sharing a bottle of wine… right?.”

she nods “that bottles a gift. I won’t have a glass it’s all for you”

He chuckles, appreciating her gesture. He watches as she settles back against the prep table, content to have her there without demanding she drink with him. He pours himself another glass, swirling the golden liquid. “You know, Sophia...” He pauses, his mind racing with thoughts.

His voice drops lower, more sincere. For someone who doesn't want anything special tonight, you sure as hell gave me something special with this wine. Something I'd enjoy alone, but even better with... He catches himself before he says 'company', instead taking another sip. Would you mind... *He bites the inside of his cheek, debating whether to ask his question. He decides on honesty. "Would you mind if I got a little buzzed? I mean, you're not gonna judge me for getting shitfaced on Valentine's, right?"

she laughs “i don’t judge. I once watched a woman get drunk off the free wine samples at the wine tasting we do every Friday. So purely no judgement from me”

Carmen laughs loudly, his shoulders shaking. He likes her response. He likes her. Period. He decides to get more comfortable, unbuttoning the buttons of his chef coat, revealing his slim fitting white undershirt and broad chest. He continues drinking, his body relaxing more with each glass. "So, Sophia..."

“Yes Carmen?”

He looks at her, his eyes a little glassy now. He's well on his way to being tipsy. He swirls the wine in his glass, watching the liquid dance. "Can I ask you something personal?"

she nods “go on”

He watches her face, gauging if she's truly okay with his question. He decides to go for it. "Are you one of those women who doesn't need a man?" He watches closely for her reaction, his mind buzzing slightly from the wine. He realizes he's almost finished the bottle.

“I think I’m very independent. So I can have a boyfriend or not have a boyfriend and the world can still spin. But I think I’m waiting for the guy who will take me out of my hyper independent lifestyle”

His ears perk up at her answer. He finds it intriguing that she's independent yet waiting for someone to sweep her off her feet. He wonders if he could be that someone. He pours the last of the wine into his glass, realizing he's drunk more than he intended.

she nods “it’s easy to finish a bottle when the bottle is a smaller size”

Carmen shakes his head, amused by his own rapid consumption. He gestures to the empty bottle with his wine glass. “Yeah, well, when it's just a tiny bottle, it goes down way too easy.” He takes the last sip, shrugging as he sets the glass down.

she nods and grabs him a glass of water next.

He gratefully accepts the water, taking a long sip. He looks at Sophia, his eyes still a bit unfocused from the wine. He finds himself drawn to her warmth, her kindness, her independence. He sets the water glass down, his hand brushing against hers. “You know, Sophia...”

Carmen leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “For someone who claims not to need a man, you sure do a good job of taking care of one who's had too much wine.” He grins, a playful glint in his eye.

“You’re only tipsy Carm. And secondly I’m being responsible”

He chuckles, his arm reaching out to wrap around her shoulders. He pulls her into a gentle side hug, resting his head against hers. “Responsible, huh? Well, in that case... “He pauses, his words slurring slightly. “Thank you, Sophia.”

she rubs his back “you’re a little touchy feely when you’re tipsy”

He laughs, knowing full well she's right but not caring. His arm remains around her shoulders, fingers gently rubbing her upper arm. “Guilty as charged.” He leans his head against hers again, breathing in her scent. “At least I'm not being an asshole about it, right?”

He chuckles softly, feeling the warmth of Sophia's body next to his. The wine has loosened him up, making him more affectionate than usual. He nuzzles her hair slightly, inhaling her scent.

He closes his eyes, enjoying the closeness. His hand slides up and down her arm in slow, gentle movements. The wine has made everything feel softer, more intimate. “Mind if I...” He shifts slightly, his thumb brushing against her jawline. “I just want to...”

His eyes meet hers, slightly glassy but full of warmth. He tilts his head a bit, giving her a moment to pull away if she wants. His thumb gentle traces her jawline, and in a soft, roughed voice says, “Can I kiss you, Sophia?”

Will you regret it tomorrow?

He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Probably. But right now, I don't care. I just want to kiss you.” He leans in, his lips brushing against hers softly. “One kiss, Sophia. Just one.” He closes the distance, his lips pressing against hers.

she kisses him gently “okay i think ill walk you home now.”

He breaks the kiss, looking a bit dazed. He allows her to pull him up, wrapping his arm around her waist as they walk. He nuzzles her hair again, mumbling, “You're taking me home?” He stumbles slightly, leaning more of his weight on her.

“You are such a fuckin light weight. Did you eat anything before service?”

He lets out a deep laugh, his face flushing slightly at being called out. “Hey, hey...” He stumbles again, almost tripping over his own feet. “I had a fucking granola bar.” He tries to stand straighter but fails miserably. “Okay, okay...”

“No wonder it hit hard”

He puts a dramatic hand to his chest. "Ouch, low blow Sophia." He leans against her more purposefully, liking how she supports him. “You'll have to help me up the stairs.” He mumbles into her hair. “These stairs are a fucking nightmare when you're sober...”

“I feel bad I got you so drunk.” she helps him to his apartment and lets him flop onto his couch. She writes her number on a posit note and puts it on his counter and leaves his apartment making sure to lock it for him.

He flops onto the couch, groaning as he lands. He doesn't even notice her leaving, passing out almost immediately. He sleeps hard, not stirring until the next afternoon. He wakes up with a massive headache and a mouth as dry as the Sahara.

Sophia is in her wine shop around noon restocking wine and checking out customers. But she thinks back to carmy kissing her. He must’ve been really drunk to do that. There’s no way he likes her. Carmy must be extremely embarrassed he did it.

He finally drags himself out of bed, downing several glasses of water and popping a few painkillers. He showers and changes, trying to wash away the memories of the previous night. Carmy knows he made a fool of himself and has no idea how he's going to face Sophia again.

her number is still on his counter on a posit note… he’s avoiding her. He purposely avoids going to the wine shop, even though he's running low on his favorite red. He orders takeout instead of his usual visit to the deli near the shop. He's becoming a hermit, hiding in his apartment to avoid the embarrassment of facing Sophia.

[janahanooo]

☆Masterlist☆

Nope, still not finished. However, I'll post it anyway. Also, hi guys! :)

Twst

- Christmas special series

Episodes: [1] [1.5] [2] [3] [4] [5]

- sitcom

Season 1 ep [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

- crossover of the AUs

The first meeting

Some explaining to the others

- mom!yuu

Grim's new mom

Baby's first appearence

It's a girl!!

Her name is Aurelia

Bring your child to your date

Crayons are not good for children to eat

Until college

Delusional big cat

Breaking mom's back

Flowers for mom, money for Sam

- rapunzel!yuu

The talk

Speaking portres?

Will you be my parent figure?

Cookies and an unconcious lizard

Ace and his feelings

The fool(Ace) in love

Dating is hard, harder for Ace

- Pokemon Trainer Yuu

Rumor

Champion of Twst

What made Idia work on Pokémon Go twst version

"A duck?" "A yellow one."

Modded Pokemon Go

Use Damp!

God??? Is that you??

Evolve to something blue

Speaking the language of the humans

Overblots VS Arceus

Catching floyd

Peace for Azul

Marriage concelour Floyd

The son

How to be a ruler - By Malleus

- Valentines day specials (why didn't I made this easier for myself?)

Riddle

Trey

Ace and Deuce

Leona

Jack

Azul

Floyd and Jade

Kalim

Jamil

Vil

Epel

Idia

Ortho (PLATONIC)

Malleus

Lilia

Silver

Sebek

- Rabbit!Yuu

Tea time

Holes on the floor

[bezbedazzle]

Here’s the cover for my AU! Just in time for the holiday <3 tbh I don’t know how to make good covers so I’m sorry T-T

Story synopsis:

Sonic and Eggman have been at constant odds for as long as they can remember. After joining forces with Sonic, Amy quickly caught feelings for the blue hedgehog. But after realizing he was in love with Shadow, she decided it was best to move on and remain friends. After an incident she faced with Metal Sonic, she gave him the benefit of the doubt, and befriended him. But because of her overwhelmingly kind nature, she chooses to protect Metal. Sonic however, didn’t want this. He did believe Metal could change, but he wanted him to show that he would first before changing his own attitude towards him. Now Amy is forced to go into a disguise under the name Grim Rose in order to protect Metal from Sonic and his friends. Because of her kindness, Metal is left conflicted in his purpose and programming. He was made to defeat Sonic. He was made for destruction. He was made to serve Eggman. He was programmed emotionless to remain loyal. But Amy has left him wanting to feel. Wishing he could have emotions. Wishing Amy could make him happy, the way he made her happy.

I’ve decided to push back the release date for actual pages I’m working on. This is just to see if y’all are interested, and to also allow me to figure more stuff out with the comic. In the meantime, I’ll post weekly concept art for it, as well as other Sonic art I have already made. I’ll start posting every Friday or Saturday (haven’t decided which day yet). Thx for reading of you did, and happy Valentine’s Day whether you celebrate or not, whether you’re with someone or not, I hope you have a good day! Reblogs are appreciated!

[andromeda-pleiades]

Shadows of Trust - 3

Part - 1 Part - 2

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Medic!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3,339

CW: oral m receiving, mini thigh riding

Putting this out on Valentines Day was a challenge because I got really bad writers block and just wanted to write smut, lol. But I hope yall like this .

Also if you saw me accidently post it last night you didn't

As the days passed, Simon found himself replaying the events with Grim in his mind. The only person he had shared the details with was Price, who, instead of providing comfort, teased him.

“If a few meetings got you acting lovestruck would love to see you actually talk to her”

Besides his mental turmoil, Price had volunteered the 141’s services in apprehending a high-profile hostage from Russia. Preparing for the mission Simon had a lot of paperwork to do. He usually would have done anything to get out of paperwork but now it was a welcome distraction.

The only downside to putting all of his thoughts into paperwork was that he saw the team that needed their help was not only the US Air Force but the exact team Grim was working with. No matter what he did he couldn't erase Grim from his mind, he thought of her when he awoke, when he ate, doing paperwork, and especially when he tried (but failed) to fall asleep

The fact was that Grim was everywhere.

He would stroll the main grounds as he walked around the base, eyeing every leaf that moved, reacting to every sound the wind made, hoping that it was early enough for Grim to be still asleep, still tucked in the covers of your bed so he wouldn’t see her, he wouldn’t have noticed her presence, so he would’ve behaved like the ‘Ghost’ he hadn’t seen in a while, the cold, detached, business-like ‘Ghost’, the one whose head was not tormented and stuck to the sight of her. The Simon Price would’ve been happy to get back, since even Gaz noticed some kind of discrepancies in his harsh exterior, asking whenever he would find him fidgeting at her mere presence if he was ok. Simon hoped he hadn’t made the connection of those strange behaviors arising just during the period of her arrival.

The thing that really set him off, the thing that made him realize that he was one step away from losing it all was the fact that even the sergeants noticed this change.

“Are you always this stiff whenever you see someone talk or is it just because it’s her?” Gaz had said, at the side of the sparring mats watching you try to explain something to Soap who was nodding eagerly but, from the looks of it, not understanding much.

“Excuse me?” Ghost’s blood had turned cold in his veins almost instantly, he felt his shoulder grow stiffer, and his neck hurt as he turned his head to look at the man beside him.

Gaz’s eyes seemed to hold one too many secrets for his liking. The man just smiled before quickly walking away.

If Gaz knew surely Soap would hear the news, soon then the whole base would hear the rumors because God knows Soap can’t keep his mouth closed. What he didn't expect was Soap to immediately confront him

Simon never wanted someone to change the topic more than at that time, luckily for him, Soap's attention span lasted only a couple of minutes. Soap seemed to be much more interested in the group of dogs in training coming into the cafeteria.

Avoiding her had to come to an end at some point, even though he wished he could avoid his feelings and responsibilities forever. He had to talk to the medics of his force and Grims, making sure they had enough materials to keep most of his men alive. He avoided her eyes most of the meeting, looking over her head and giving her one-word responses. But as the universe may have it, she was one of the most qualified medics in the room, so qualified in fact that all further medical inquiries would need to go through her, one one-on-one.

Luckily, he had a sergeant who was very eager to pass on his messages. Whether the time Soap spent with you was making him uneasy, or the fact you followed Soap around like a puppy, he didn't have the energy to find out. And Soap didn't give him the time to find out

The next day Ghost was rudely woken up by the familiar sound of knocking, he had spent one of the worst nights, barely asleep, tossing and turning waiting for Sleep's lovely embrace to take him to a place where his dreams would make him forget about the insane reality he was living in, but it never really came. That was why, when he finally decided that the banging was annoying him enough to get up from his bed and lean against the door, preparing himself to deal with whoever thought it was appropriate to wake him up.

"What the…" Half asleep, standing on one foot and balancing on the other one, trying not to slip on the perfectly polished floor, hanging on the wall like it was an anchor, Simon had a vision: Soap smiling, a huge, mischievous smile on his lips and someone talking to him.

You and your heavenly voice

Ghost considered the possibility of having a brain tumor. He wasn't the safest man, a brain tumor meant having visions in some cases and, it was a possibility, certainly a fair better one than having to decide if you could set foot in his room because he was almost sure he would've had to burn the entire base down to get rid of the memories if you ever did.

So, while you and Soap were, as usual, arguing, Ghost's mind was trying to work a responsible and mature solution between arson and a brain tumor.

Then he started banging on the door again, startling him.

"Open Up! I know you're theree!" Soap sang.

"Maybe he went on a trip…" Oh, her voice. Now his ears were playing tricks on him too. "I mean he hasn't really been around mu-"

Nope, you were still there.

What had he done?

He still hadn’t moved. Still paralyzed, still drenched in that absurd, apparently ridiculous substance that had been knocking the air out of his lungs a few hours before.

He looked at the door like it was about to burst open or like he was scared that it was going to slowly and painfully unlock and tilt slightly open, like the ones you’d see in a horror movie.

Except no hand drenched in crimson blood reached to the side, no terrifying face poked through the gap.

There was nothing to fear.

Nothing that a sane mind would’ve considered fearful. So why was Ghost’s heart hammering inside his chest? Why did he feel ready to bolt, ready to fight?

He saw his own hand reach for the doorknob, saw, in horror, the neat and strong fingers holding onto the metal.

And then, he saw it twist it.

The horror, the screeching, the madness in his head, the tension building up on his body, he felt it all rushing through his hands, he felt it rising up to his feet, crawling, like a sneaky spider, on his back.

He readjusted his stance, he breathed out and the door was finally being moved.

"Hey." If he knew that on the other side of that stupid piece of wood was your gentle, warm smile he would've busted it open from the start.

If he knew he'd hear your voice speak so sweetly, if he only knew, he would've made the world go quiet and listen to what you had to say.

There was no pain in his chest anymore, no buzzing in his head, no spider crawling on his back.

"Hi." He tried, it felt wrong to speak after you, like purposely, immaturely, interrupting the symphony of a perfectly harmonious orchestra.

You smiled and again, Ghost felt his heart in his throat, not for fear this time but for longing. He felt like the witness of the few, shy rays of sun after the cold and mighty night, the joyous, festive colors they would create as they painted the sky.

"You know…" Soap pointed at you. "I should bring you with me every time I have to ask Ghostie for a favor, you seem to put him in a good mood."

Ghost glared at soap, you didn't know if it was for the special nickname or for the context of the accusations. If it was the latter he didn't show any concern.

"Actually Soap, this is the last time you trick me into doing any of this."

"He tricked you?" Ghost wasted no time working with the new information, he was waiting for it actually, so he could be looking at you with a purpose without merely sneaking a glance.

"He did." You smiled, the way his eyes landed on you meant trouble and, thanks to the liquid courage in your hands, you were ready for it. "He told me we were going to ask Price about the drinks and not annoy you with our pleas…" You looked back to Soap, annoyed, but you quickly returned to Ghost, the sight was not enough, never enough.

You had, admittingly, drunk a little before with soap, deciding to pregame your begging. Which is why you apparently lost all professionalism and filters.

“I honestly expected you to be busy with some lucky girl” you chuckle, “Expected to see a line out the door, would’ve had to take a queue”

Thankfully, Soap laughed.

“No, not really.” Ghost sounded different as if you could hear his smile through words. You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face.

“Course not Bonnie, he couldn't even get Gaz to step in his room when he first got to base. He was so scared thought he was getting sacrificed or something. I wish you could have seen it.” Soap told through giggles

“Speaking of shouldn't we get Gaz to come help us too?” You asked.

“Oh that's so smart Bonnie, if we get Gaz to do it then we won't need anyone else. Kyle knows how to hit Price in that sweet spot he canne tell him no” Soap pats you on the back like a dog learning a new trick then runs out of Ghost's room. His feet can be heard pounding on the ground, certain to wake a few people.

But with soap absence, that left you and Ghost, alone, in a room by yourselves.

While you wanted a moment alone with Ghost since you got here, being in his bedroom was another story. Especially when you both are so quiet, just staring at one another.

Do you want to drink?” You reach to twist the top of the bottle but he stops you, grabbing your wrist.

“Did you really come to recruit to pressure Price?” He narrows his eyes and your knees feel a little wobbly.

Fair enough.

“I guess not.” You take a step forward as best you can considering the height difference.

He doesn’t speak, he just stares down at you.

His pupils are fucking massive.

Or are his eyes just that dark?

“Ghost?” He’s definitely moving closer to you, even if it’s in such small increments that you don’t actually perceive his motion.

“Simon?” He moves his face closer to yours, inhaling deeply.

“I've really wanted some time alone with you.” You’re feeling a little weak in the knees.

In the alley, he was intoxicating enough covered in blood, but in a space this small?

His presence threatens to smother you.

“You already regretting it?” He chuckles, as he lifts his mask so only his mouth is uncovered, showing the scars and stubble he wears.

“No, The furthest thing from that actually.”

Turns out, Simon Riley is full of surprises.

First, he avoids you all week, then he’s all smiles, and now it seems he can’t get his hands on you fast enough.

Nothing about his attitude tonight indicated that he’d growl the moment he got his lips on yours yet when you crash your mouth into his he silences all thoughts roaming in your head, only the thoughts of him and his body remain.

You want to feel him everywhere.

You take his face in your hands and bring him back in for another kiss.

His mouth is sweet.

Did he drink before you got here?

He likes bourbon if your memory is correct.

You can’t focus on that though as his teeth graze your bottom lip and you instinctively poke your tongue out trying to taste more of him, his kisses are slow and sloppy as smiles against you.

He shifts his legs so his knee pushes up between your thighs and your head falls back into the door, finally giving you that much-needed friction.

“Simon- Simon, just like that.” You shut your eyes, already dropping any and all inhibitions as you grind down against his thigh.

“Yeah?” He sounds fucking ravenous as he steadies his leg so you can rub against him without any resistance. “Show me how you like it, gorgeous.”

If you continue to get off on his thigh your night would play out much differently and you needed to taste him before you lost the chance.

You slid yourself down his body, kneeling in front of him. You unbuckled his belt and slid it from the loops. Simon kept his eyes on you as your fingers moved carefully to unzip his pants, pulling just far enough to release his manhood.

He let out a soft grunt as you palmed his thick cock through his boxers. You looked up at Simon, smiling as you slid his boxers down, maintaining eye contact, while you tipped his cock up to your mouth. You slide your fingers on a thick vein on the underside of his cock and let the tip touch your tongue gathering your spit. Simon let out a huff of air, though you couldn't see his expression you knew was losing patience. You moved your hands to steady yourself on his thighs as you took his cook into your mouth. You sucked at the tip and slid your tongue up his shaft. All you could hear were his soft grunts. His hips thrust into your mouth, forcing his long cock further into your throat, making your eyes water. You can tell he is right on the edge with the speed of his hips. You stop moving, letting him control your head to his pleasure. He moans then pulls your face till your nose touches the base of his cock eliciting a moan from you and a breathy moan from him, then you feel the warmth of him spilling down your throat.

“Grim-” Your voice is strained as he pulls your head off his cock, suddenly leaving without the welcome weight on your tongue.

“We should- stop.” His breathing is heavy as he murmurs against your lips, kissing you one last time, he certainly isn’t acting like someone who wants to stop.

“W-why?”

“We need to stop.” And with that, he pulls back a bit.

“Are you okay?” You grab his face, but he stops your hands from exploring.

“Yes it’s just-”

Shit, did you do something wrong?

“There are rules, Grim rules I shouldn't be breaking especially as your CO”

“We’re already past that part.” You try to ease his nerves but still, he seems to be only gaining distance from you.

“You should go Grim.” He steps aside as if making way for you to leave.

“Wow” rejection no matter what age still hurts, but you rather not let him see you cry so you stand up straight and walk through his door.

When the day of the mission arrived, You and Ghost ended up on different planes much to his dismay. The operation went smoothly, with few casualties, but those who were injured required the full attention of the medics.

You were nowhere to be found. Ghost would ask a new rookie every thirty minutes if anyone knows of your status. The answer varied as you were busy tending to the injured, but one factor remained, you were the furthest you could be from him. For that he couldn't blame you, he would have never seen him again if he was in your situation.

He knew you didn't want to see him, you basically ran from him when the helicopters landed. Taking your happiness and comfort from you just so he could fulfill his desires was selfish. But if wanting to see you, hear you, and hopefully feel you again made him selfish, then he was the most egotistical man to grace the earth.

As of now, he has been standing outside the medical tent waiting for you to walk out, which got the attention of Gaz and Soap.

“Are you waiting for your girl Ghost?” Gaz said. Unaware of his surroundings, Ghost was startled when Gaz and Soap came from behind him. It honestly scared him. His thoughts were completely taken up by you that he was letting his guard down

“Who are ye talkin about” Soap questioned “Grim, you haven't noticed? Ghost got himself a little crush, been following her around all day.”

Soap looked at Ghost who hadn't turned to them, intent on staring at the opening in the medical tent, then burst into laughter.

“Ye’ got to be jokin, Ghostie here isn't the type to get a crush. And besides I've been putting the moves on her myself.”

Now that broke Ghost's focus. Could that be true, you do spend an awful lot of time with Soap. But no. You wouldn't have slept with him If you're interested in soap.

“Oh really?” Gaz said with an amused smirk on his face.

“Yeah, I was going to ask her for a drink later but she's been in that damn tent all day”

“Fraternizing is illegal Sergeant,” Ghost said albeit a little louder than he meant for it to be but if it got soap away from you then mission accomplished. “ Don't make me write you up to Price”.

Soap had a very confused look on his face. “Calm down Lt. it's not like I want to marry her or anything. She's going back to America soon, I'm just spending the night with her. Been a long time since I got some.”

Now Ghost is a very patient man he can withstand weeks of torture without breaking but, this torture is on another level. He shoved past Soap on his way to the tent knocking into him hard.

Ghost looked around for you and found and found you wrapping the ankle on one of the privates, your back stiff as you busied yourself with the cloth.

"Grim," he called, his voice firm and commanding.

You stiffened at the sound of his voice but didn't turn to acknowledge him.

"You can't keep avoiding me," Ghost pressed on, his tone unwavering.

Still, You remained silent, your focus now shifted to restocking supplies.

"If you're still upset about last night then you come talk to me—" Ghost started, his voice retaining its steely resolve.

“Get out of my tent Ghost” You cut him off not wanting to hear any more from him.

Ghost continued as if you didn't say anything. “You don't sulk around and try to avoid me, insubordination isn't going to get you any–”

Suddenly, You whirled around, your eyes flashing with anger. "I'm not one of your subordinates, Lieutenant," you interrupted again, your voice sharp and cutting. "I am your medic, and right now, I outrank you. Get out of my tent."

Ghost's jaw clenched at your words, but he didn't falter. Instead, he met your gaze head-on, his expression hardened. "We'll talk later," he stated firmly, before turning on his heel and striding away, leaving you to her solitude.

Days turned into weeks, and soon it was time to return to America. Ghost sought out Grim one last time, determination burning in his eyes.

"We'll talk when I see you again," he stated firmly, his voice brooking no argument.

You merely shook your head, a bitter smile twisting your lips. "I doubt it," you replied, your tone tinged with resignation.