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marvelfilth · 2 years ago

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Wisdom teeth

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x f!reader

Warnings: ooc! Wednesday, mention of blood

Summary: "I've been successful at keeping this piece of information to myself for the past two months and twelve days, but now it seems that I can't hold back the words from escaping my treacherous mouth. It's almost as if I have no control of what is going through my brain at the moment. I feel like an adolescent cliché."

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She doesn't say anything when you help her to the passenger seat of your car, her eyes stay rooted on the spot above your shoulder, dark and unblinking. She sits dutifully and doesn't complain when you bend to fasten her seatbelt, your warm fingers barely grazing her clothed thigh on accident. You think you heard a slightest hitch of her throat, but that might have been your wishful thinking.

Ever since the brooding brunette first stepped foot on Nevermore grounds you were irrevocably pulled in her orbit, always close enough to be seen by her, but never close enough to reach out and touch, not that you'll ever try, you do need all of your fingers intact. Her menacing aura and Machiavellian tendencies never stopped you from trying to reach out and form some sort of connection, even if it was just making eye contact in dark hallways or receiving nearly unperceivable eye rolls whenever Enid dragged you to their room. Not even once in the months you've known her did she grace you with more than a few words and barely noticeable nods, opting to focus on her novel or, in extreme cases, leaving the room to continue her endless investigations.

So when Enid cornered you in the morning and practically begged you to take Wednesday to the dentist's office, you were torn between crushing Enid in a hug and fleeing to the woods to hide out.

In the end, you couldn't miss the chance to get to know the gothic girl a little bit better.

Wednesday pointedly clears her throat and you jump up, bumping your head against the roof of your car, close the door and make your way to the driver's seat.

You suppose her impatience to get back to school makes sense with how overstuffed her mouth seems at the moment, and once you're finally behind the wheel you reach over the console to gently swab away droplets of blood on her lips.

She stops breathing altogether.

"Are you alright, Wednesday?" You can't help, but ask, your hand awkwardly hovering over the console.

She takes a moment to think and you have to pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming when you practically see gears turning in her head as she struggles to formulate a response, her brows crinkled and lips slightly pursed.

"Your archive. Are we going there now?" She asks.

And there's that.

She refused anesthesia, looking eager to go through all the pain, her eyes shining brighter than you've ever seen. The doctor blanched, stuttering while he tried to reason with her, mentioning how agonizing the pain will be and how he'll probably get fired if he agreed to do it.

It made your skin crawl.

You pulled her away before she could threaten the poor man, promising her anything she wanted if listened to the doctor and agreed to anesthesia.

Her eyes flickered to your hand on her shoulder before she looked back at the sweating man, her eyes narrowing slightly.

You held your breath, looking at her with wide eyes, already regretting your offer, but all she asked for was unlimited access to your family archive.

You suppose her request made sense, given your family's history and her unwavering interest in all things unknown, but it still made your heart clench with an unbidden feeling you'd never name out loud.

"No, we're going back to school. I told you I'll take you there over summer, remember?" You patiently reply, subtly eyeing the grumpy brunette.

She huffs, wincing when it causes her pain and turns to look out the window, her eyes slightly hazy.

You take a deep breath and finally pull out from the parking lot, driving in silence and keeping your eyes firmly on the road until you can no longer pretend like you don't feel her heavy gaze on you.

"What is it, Wednesday?"

"Your face."

You blanch, offended. "What about it?"

You don't think you'll be able to withstand her making fun of your looks. She doesn't seem like the type to do that, but you can't be too sure - she is acting rather out of character.

"It's distracting. Turn around." She demands, furrowing her brows.

Your jaw falls open. "Wednesday, I'm driving."

She huffs and crosses her arms. After a minute of contemplation she starts rummaging through your glove compartment.

"Don't," you groan. You won't let her tear you apart for the mess she'll undoubtedly find there, so you reach for your phone. "Why don't you play a game? Or, I don't know, find something to blackmail me with?" You unlock it and toss it on her lap, your hand falling back on the wheel, clutching it in a tight grip.

Your phone lays untouched for a long moment and you have to restrain yourself from looking over at the ravenette. It's the longest you've spent in her company and she most certainly said more words in the past ten minutes than she did in all the time you've known her, and Enid didn't prepare you for conversations.

Your palms start to sweat a little.

She looks down at her lap and picks up your phone with two fingers only to throw it on the backseat. "I'm allergic to technology," she deadpans.

She stays silent for the next few minutes and you relax, thanking every divine being for making this trip somewhat easy for you.

And that's when she turns to look back at you, her expression sour and displeased, like you just said something really dumb. You decide to ignore her for as long as you can, checking your blind spots and fiddling with the radio to seem busy.

She pointedly clears her throat, pulling your attention. You sigh and look at her.

"What now?"

She frowns. "I feel compelled to reveal something you might find… unwelcome." Her mumble comes out distorted and she winces slightly, her hand coming up to cradle her swollen cheek and you swiftly slap it away, sheepishly looking away at her affronted look.

"Don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Usually, slapping ones hand causes them pain," she retorts, fully turning in her seat to face you. "You slapped my hand. That hurt. Not that I didn't enjoy it, but I prefer to inflict pain, not receive it."

You snort, shaking your head at the smaller girl and she pouts. Wednesday Addams, the girl who'd rather jump off a cliff in a river full of piranhas than show an ounce of human emotion, pouts.

But maybe it's not so strange, considering the circumstances.

You adjust in your seat, your right hand landing on your thigh to subtly fiddle with the rough fabric of your jeans. They're light blue, with flowers all over their back pockets and Wednesday absolutely hates them, which is why, you guess, she's currently staring down at your legs like they're her mortal enemies.

The tips of her ears turn red.

"Must you do that?" She hisses, gesturing to your hand on your thigh.

You blink and place it back on the wheel, noting the way her eyes snap up to glare at the road.

"Are you feeling okay?" You ask, because she's starting to look restless. Her fingers clench and unclench on her lap and she keeps glancing at your hand every couple of seconds.

"No." Her eyes snap up to look at the roof of your car, her face a picture of impatience. "Hold my hand."

You gulp, breath catching in your throat and turn to look at the smaller girl just in time to catch her boring holes into your hand and probe lightly at her cheeks. Your mouth opens to stutter a response, but her scathing look makes you shut up.

"This gauze in my mouth feels terrible, I can't possibly endure it a moment longer. Holding your hand will make the feeling bearable." She looks at you expectantly, turning over her hand on her lap, waiting.

You hesitantly reach out and take her hand. She laces your fingers, letting out a quiet sigh as she sags against the weathered leather, turning to look out the window.

You can't believe this is happening.

This Wednesday is not something you're equipped to deal with. Hell, you can barely manage her regular self, which still comes hard at times, especially when you intrude on her writing time. It's not like you mean to do that, but a certain blonde always chooses that exact hour to invite you over, always wearing a mischievous smirk when Wednesday tenses up upon your arrival.

This feels like walking on thin ice at gunpoint with a ticking bomb in your hands.

"How-"

Her nails dig into your skin hard enough to make you yelp, but you don't pull away, eyeing the stewing girl. She's breathing heavily, her lips opening and closing as she seemingly tries to keep herself from blurting something out.

It's so bizarre you have an urge to pinch yourself, but you don't need that with her nails still digging into your skin.

You focus on the road, afraid to stir the dragon.

Her next words make you jolt so hard the car wavers on the road.

"Every time my eyes land on you my heart skips a beat," she says, like she's complaining about a mystery she couldn't solve.

You grip the steering wheel tighter. "What?"

"One does not typically pay attention to such mundane thing, but I do. Whenever you're in my vicinity I can't help, but be aware of each skipped beat of my heart. The feeling is revolting, and I've had the urge to confess this ever since I woke up." She frowns, and it's quiet for a few minutes as she seemingly gathers her thoughts.

The moment you had in your art shed suddenly comes to mind. You went there after a long day of studying in the library, ready to decompress and finish your latest painting. You didn't expect anyone to be there, which is why you shrieked like a maniac when you flicked the lights on, basking Wednesday's rigid form in warm yellow glow. She stood over your painting, her features stony and unreadable as her fingers traced the outline of a shipwreck on the canvas, the still wet paint smudging her fingers and messing up your precise strokes.

It made the painting even more beautiful.

You dug around your backpack, looking for tissues, taking a step closer when you finally found some. With great hesitance, you reached for her hand, your fingers closing around her delicate wrist. Her lips parted as she inhaled, her pulse erratic under your thumb. She took one look at you, turned on her heel and left, her perfume lingering in the air.

You gulp, when her grip on your hand turns painful. "I've been successful at keeping this piece of information to myself for the past two months and twelve days, but now it seems that I can't hold back the words from escaping my treacherous mouth. It's almost as if I have no control of what is going through my brain at the moment. I feel like an adolescent cliché," she complains through gritted teeth, irritated.

Your face burns the same shade as the red light you've come to stop at. You don't know if you should feel ecstatic or fear for your life, because no matter what happens next, you're sure Wednesday will have your head for witnessing a rare moment of weakness. But your heart always had more power than your head, so you're left with trembling hands and sweaty palms, choking on your breath as you struggle to think of something to say.

"Wednesday, I'm going to have a heart attack," you mumble.

"You're not showing any signs of an impending heart attack, if anything, your symptoms correlate with something Enid usually calls having a crush." She's back to staring intently at you, catching every twitch of the muscles on your face as you try your best to keep your blush at bay. Her hand slides up, enclosing your wrist.

Your heart burns in your chest and you feel the need to correct her, to tell her that what you feel for her is more than some stupid crush. You need to tell her about the way your dark wings tingle when she brushes past you, begging to be released from the confinement of your spine. You need to tell her about the way your heart beats out a special rhythm, hammering against your ribs like a caged animal, desperately leading its owner to the girl who successfully stole it.

You need to tell her how easy it was to fall for her and how hard it got when you realized the extent of your feelings.

You need to tell her something, anything.

You need to tell her everything.

A loud honk jostles you and you look back at the road to keep driving, trying your best to hide your face when a car passes by you, the driver giving you a finger.

"Imbecile," Wednesday mumbles.

"Yeah, what an asshole."

"I meant you. The gesture was entirely appropriate seeing as you failed to pay attention to your surroundings."

"Huh?" You gape. "You're insulting me now?"

"Your observation skills never cease to amaze me," she frowns in thought, "just like your remarkable ability to make my existence less bothersome." The haze in her eyes is gone, replaced by reserve and a hint of fondness.

Your brain short circuits.

You pull over and let your forehead fall against the wheel, still holding it in a death grip.

You would never admit it to anyone, not even on your deathbed, but you swear you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach at her quiet confession.

Your smile is so wide it hurts your cheeks, but you don't care as long as Wednesday keeps looking at you like that, like she's trying her best at keeping away the warmth in her eyes. They flicker to your lips when you lick them, and this time she can't keep her emotions in check, her eyes alight with fiery passion.

You can't help voicing your concern. "I thought you didn't like me that much. I mean, you barely speak to me when Enid drags me to your dorm."

She looks at you for a long moment. Her thumb circles your knuckle. "Enid has a surprisingly perceptive eye. She noticed a certain change in my behavior long before I did and decided to act on it. I simply wasn't prepared."

"Are you prepared now?" You breathe out.

"Are you?"

You let out a relieved laugh, and pull her hand up to your lips, placing a soft kiss on her ice cold knuckle. "Wednesday, I've been pining over you since the day we met."

She lets out a barely noticeable breath and you suddenly realize she's been nervous all this time too, you just failed to pay attention in your anxiety riddled state.

"Good." The corners of her mouth fly up.

Your eyes widen. She has dimples.

She turns away nonchalantly and places your intertwined hands on her lap, looking like she just solved the biggest mystery known to mankind.

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jjkamochoso · 8 months ago

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Wedding Guest Plus One

Fluff

Levi Ackerman x gn!reader

When you get invited to a wedding, you're reluctant to show up by yourself. Luckily, you have a friend that would never leave you hanging...

Warnings: cussing, small mentions of background characters drinking alcohol

A/n: I hope the end isn't too ooc because I couldn't resist the opportunity to write that lol I hope you all enjoy reading this much as I did writing it!! <3

The strikingly opulent invitation was weighing down your hands like it was made of lead. The painstakingly crafted calligraphy was openly mocking you: "To our beloved Y/N and Guest..."

You sighed.

It wasn't like you didn't want to go to your friend's wedding, that wasn't it at all. The event sounded like it was going to be a wonderful time, filled with good food and fun moments as love was being celebrated. It was just that this would be another wedding you'd gone to without a boyfriend or husband. Your friends were mostly nonjudgemental but you knew your continuous bout of singularity over the years was rare enough to garner speculation and gossip from anyone in attendance at those types of gatherings, especially when everyone knew each other.

You hauled yourself out of your office, leaving the frilly paper discarded on your desk to be taunted by at a later time. You quickly made your way down the hall of the Survey Corps base, knocking on the familiar wood door in front of you.

"Come in," said a voice from the opposite side and you wasted no time entering, eager to begin your venting session.

"I see you got your invite as well," you said, spying the same white rectangle upon your best friend's desk.

"I did," Levi replied, his eyes not leaving the paperwork he was currently working on.

You picked it up, inspecting it, and you frowned. "Hey, yours doesn't say Levi and guest! Mine did."

"It said Levi and guest?"

"I hate you," you whined, Levi smirking a bit at his joke. "Mine said 'Y/n and guest' and I want to know why you got spared the embarrassment of being allowed a plus one but never having one."

"That's because everyone knows by now that if I'm showing up, I'm coming alone. They still have hope for you."

"Well, I don't like it," you mumbled, putting the invitation back down.

A few seconds of silence passed.

"Aren't you going to complain to me until my ears feel like they're going to bleed or are you actually going to be a grown up about this and leave me alone to do work?" Levi asked with an eyebrow raised at you.

You scoffed. "I thought friends were supposed to listen to each other rant about stupid shit."

"They are. But this is beyond stupid shit. Who cares if you don't have a partner? We're in the Scouts. Most people's partners are dead. Just lie about having a boyfriend who vanished at the mouth of a titan and people will leave you alone."

"But people at weddings are brutal! Someone's parents will just try to set me up with someone else while I'm there. You would understand if you bothered to go to one once in awhile."

"Weddings are stupid. A public proclamation of love is completely unnecessary." Levi brought his point home with an extra loud huff. "It's pompous and egotistical. I'd rather shit in my hands and clap than go to another one."

"I should've gone to Hange for advice," you said, rolling your eyes, "but they would probably just suggest bringing Bean or Sonny. Or Mike, who'd sniff everyone and get me blacklisted from any other event ever."

That got Levi to let out a small grunt of laughter.

"I really don't know what to do, Levi. It's stupid, I know, but I can't take going to another one alone. I want to be there to support our comrade but I don't want to look like a total loser."

“I’ll go with you,” he suggested as he continued signing papers, the words leaving his mouth like it was the most glaringly obvious idea in the entire world.

"What?" you exclaimed, your mouth hanging open in shock.

He finally looked up to meet your gaze. "Tch, close your mouth, you're going to catch flies. Don't look so shocked, either. Erwin was just telling me I have to go to more shitty events to boost morale amongst the soldiers and brass and you need someone to go with so you don't look lonely. We can hang out, bitch about how lame everything is, and go home. It's a win-win. Unless...?"

"No! That would be amazing," you replied quickly, not wanting to lose this opportunity, "thank you. I'm just taken aback, that's all, since a second ago you used a very crass saying to express your unwillingness to go. Are you sure you'd want to show up with me? People talk, you know. They might think we're dating."

"So? Let them."

Levi was right. You were going to get judged no matter if you brought a random guy, attended by yourself, or went with Levi. At least this way you'd have someone to talk with all night.

"Does this mean we get to coordinate outfits?"

Levi balled up a discarded piece of paper from his trash bin and threw it at you. "Don't make me regret this, brat. Now get back to work."

You left his office chuckling and feeling a newfound sense of relief wash over you.

When the day of the wedding finally arrived, you felt butterflies in your stomach, nervous for what was to come. You tried to keep your mind off the stress you were feeling as you got ready after work. It was a rare occasion to dress up in your civilian clothes as you were always in your formal military wear for galas or other professional events. You had second guessed your outfit all day but it was too late to buy something else so you got dressed and fixed up your hair. As you put the finishing touches on your look, you heard a knock at your door. When you opened it, you were definitely not expecting the sight you were greeted with.

"You're out of uniform."

You both spoke the same sentence at the same time.

"You really know how to keep people on their toes, don't you?" you asked, moving out of the way so he could come in.

"I was tired of wearing that damn thing all the time. This suit hasn't seen the light of day in a long time so I figured this would do instead."

The suit he had on made him look absolutely dashing, even more so than usual (which you didn't know was possible). He wore a gray collared buttoned shirt underneath a dark blue jacket with matching blue slacks and a brown belt. His cravat topped it all off, its stark white a nice contrast to the other colors.

"You look really nice," you complimented, your heart picking up speed as he raked his eyes over you.

"As do you," he replied, sincerity coating every syllable. He certainly wasn't wrong; your outfit hugged you in all the right places, accentuating your best assets. You opted for a silky black color for tonight since the wedding dress code asked for elegance. All of your previous fears about not looking okay were out of your head with the confirmation from Levi that you presented yourself nicely. You hadn't realized that you were lost in space, still enthralled in how handsome your best friend was until he finally cleared his throat, knocking you from your daydream.

"Huh? Oh sorry," you said sheepishly, "let me grab my shoes and we can get going."

The first shoe cooperated wholeheartedly but the second one was not wanting to work with you. You kept trying to buckle it but you were at a bit of an odd angle trying to balance yourself standing up while fiddling with the metal piece.

"May I?" Levi gestured to your foot. “We’re going to be late if you keep messing with that damn thing.”

Frustrated, you nodded, grateful for his help. His nimble fingers made quick work of the buckle and you were ready to leave in no time. You two walked down to where carriages were lined up to take the wedding guests from the Survey Corps base to a town a few miles away. Once you got inside the palatial venue, you were welcomed with the sight of decorations everywhere. The whole building was grandiose but the paper swans, crystal beads, and plush seating arrangements did much to elevate the overall luxuriant atmosphere. You had never seen such a splendid display at any of the other weddings you had been to, but you were at the wedding of two high ranking military officials, after all.

"All this and our soldiers can barely get fresh fruit half the damn time," grumbled Levi, clearly not impressed. You were inclined to agree with him. The whole scene was gorgeous, but in the grand scheme of things, it left a bad taste in your mouth that so much money was spent on this when it could've gone to something more... tangible.

"I know, but there's nothing we can do about it. Let's just try to ignore it and hopefully charm our way into securing more money in our budget from some other mucky-mucks in attendance."

"Here I was thinking I could convince you to leave after the vows were done," Levi said, earning a glare from you.

"In your dreams. There's no way I'm leaving without dinner and dessert. I should've brought extra handkerchiefs to sneak out food like Sasha."

While you two were chatting it up, waiting for the bride to make her appearance, you were quickly garnering much interest from the other guests. People were totally caught off guard seeing you arrive with someone, much less a man, much less the actual Captain Levi. It shouldn't have been as big a deal as it was since you were also a well known captain and you and Levi normally stood by each other at military events you were forced to be at, but the casual air about the both of you at such a romantic occurrence was turning heads. You and Levi paid no mind, continuing talking like you were the only people in the room. Finally, you were saved from the incessant ogling by the music signaling the bride had arrived.

The vows were done, the lips were kissed, the couple was married. Now came the worst time of the night--the social part of the event had started. You and Levi, of course, sat next to each other for dinner but you were dismayed at the fact he was the only one you knew at the table. Hange and your other friends were seated elsewhere and you made a mental note to say hi before the end of the night, even if you were going to see them all tomorrow anyway. Everything was going smoothly, no one bothering you or your date. The food was as yummy as you expected and Levi was satisfied with the tea they offered with dessert. The night had almost ended and there weren't any weird instances you had to deal with.

Until now.

"Oh my goodness! Y/n! It's so good to see you!"

You were startled by the voice practically screeching in your ear as you were eating a large piece of cake. An old acquaintance of yours greeted you loudly, grabbing you into an awkward hug since you were seated and she was standing. She took a seat in the open chair next to you while you prayed Levi would come back from the bathroom soon.

"How are you?" she asked, a huge smile on her face. You knew she'd definitely been drinking heavily throughout the night, though she was normally this giddy all the time.

"I'm doing alright. You know, the same old, same old. Nothing crazy going on at work or anything, thankfully. How about you?"

She completely ignored everything you said. "So I came over to see what was up between you and Captain Levi."

Here we go, you thought to yourself, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Playing dumb was always a good idea in these types of interactions.

"You know," she pressed, taking another long sip of whatever was in her cup, "you and him. I thought it was odd that you usually come to these things alone and all of a sudden you show up with a hot guy like him as your date. How'd you manage that? Did you pay him?"

"We've been best friends for many years and decided to be each others' dates," you said, trying your hardest to remain civil.

"Right." She slumped back in her seat. "That makes a lot of sense. We all figured there was no way you were dating. You two are in completely different leagues."

That was your breaking point.

"Nice seeing you," you said, your chair screeching as you slid it back and walked away from her. You wanted to scream. Why was it so difficult for people to be decent? And who did she mean by "we all" ? Did everyone find your situation that much more interesting than the beautiful wedding taking place? Was it really so strange a notion that you and Levi could've been dating?

Why did it bother you that no one would believe it if you were?

You were practically tripping over your feet to get outside, away from the prying eyes and invasive questions. You made your way over to a secluded bench where you felt tears threaten to spill out of your eyes. A few finally fell, leaving dark splotches on the light stone beneath you. The longer you sat out there, by yourself with no one to bother you or make you question your worth, the more you felt at ease. The brisk night air enveloped you like a blanket and the darkness did wonders to calm your racing thoughts. However, there was just one thought that wouldn't quit nagging you. You and Levi had been best friends for countless years and you had been content with the state of your friendship for all that time. Ever since he offered to be your date for this wedding, though, you'd started viewing him in a more romantic lens. Taking note of his appearance, feeling your heart speed up when he was close to you, getting lost in his eyes a little too long. You'd developed a crush on him but were much too nervous to mention such a silly, trivial thing to him, especially in fear of ruining the bond you shared. Now that someone pointed out the obvious, that you and him don't belong together, your harmless daydreams of him being your lover came crashing down and brought you back to reality. The reality was that Levi could never be yours, no matter how much you so desperately wanted him. It was a sad realization to have on a day that was supposed to be all about celebrating everlasting love, but such is life. You were torn out of your personal pity party when you heard the crunch of leaves underfoot.

"Here," Levi said, handing you your plate with your half eaten cake on it. "It worried me when I saw you abandoned dessert."

He wore an unreadable expression as you took it gratefully, patting the spot next to you as an invitation for him to sit with you.

"I'm sorry for bailing on you," you apologized, nibbling on your fork, "but there was this lady in there that I just-"

"I know," he said, keeping his eyes trained on the sky. "I heard the whole thing."

"Oh."

The void of silence left between you was a gap you were both unsure how to fill, so you didn't. The only thing heard for a few minutes was the faraway sound of laughter and the clinking of your silverware against the porcelain plate.

"She's wrong, you know. They all are," Levi said suddenly, making you jump a bit. You didn't say anything, discarding your empty plate on the ground next to you.

"There's some truly shitty people in this world."

"You got that right," you replied, your eyes moistening again as your mind replayed the mean words you were subjected to earlier.

Levi turned to you. "Don't do that. I know you, y/n, don't sit here and think about what she said over and over. It doesn't matter. She doesn't matter."

"Easy for you to say. You didn't just get your self esteem ripped to shreds." You sniffed and angrily wiped away a tear that streamed down your face as you kept your eyes anywhere but on Levi.

"Look at me."

He spoke with such conviction that you felt compelled to do as he said. Without hesitation, he reached out and wiped away the wet that was accumulating on your cheeks with his thumb. You knew Levi wasn't a fan of physical affection, so why was he being so loving toward you all of a sudden?

"I would go to a hundred of these shitty weddings if you were there by my side because you make them less shitty. You make everything less shitty. I just... fuck, I'm not good with words, but what I mean is that I would do things I hate doing if it meant we could do them together."

You had known Levi long enough to be certain that he was currently expressing his feelings for you in his own roundabout way. Though the confession was a huge surprise, it certainly wasn't unwelcome.

You finally cracked a small smile. "You make my life a lot less shitty too, Levi. I'd even suffer through the entirety of those horrendous galas the MPs throw all too often if I had you next to me."

You reached out your hand to find his and gave it a small squeeze. "Let's get out of here. There’s no point in hanging around now that dessert’s finished."

You stood up, ready to make your exit. Before you went too far out of earshot, he stopped you.

"Want to give them one last thing to talk about?"

You didn't understand what he meant until you followed his gaze, landing on the group of guests that were currently not-so-secretly spying on you.

"Sure, I guess-"

Levi expertly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a passionate kiss, leaving you breathless. If he didn't have such a steady grip on your body, you would've immediately melted onto the ground in a state of stupor. You heard startled gasps as people clamored about, anxious to spread the news of the two captains kissing.

"Should we flash them the ol' royal salute for being creeps?" Levi muttered against your lips.

"We'll save that for next time," you said, enveloping his lips in yours once more.

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pain-is-forever · 2 months ago

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Get out of here.

...

Why are you still here? Do you really want to know about me? Pshh, don't bother. But, in any case, here.

Name: Theodore Woods

Age: 16

Gender: Trans man

Pronouns: He/him

Godly parent: ...Akhlys.

Sexuality: Why would you even want to know? Stay out of these matters.

Powers:

-> what, you really thought I'd tell you?

Connections:

-> @the-great-emperor-commodus we've had our... differences, but yeah, he's my dad. Cry about it

-> @literally-tinker-bell my sister whom I love really much and will not let anyone so much as take a hair off her head

-> @the-son-of-the-sun my brother!! And also name twin, really strange around the house-

-> @roryandthethorns my sister, I think? She comes around sometimes-

-> @steve-the-union-man keeps bothering me.

-> @another-argo my absolute best friend in the whole wide world and also my brother too

-> @dad-left-for-the-milk an annoying child someone please get him far away from me

-> @onlymythologypersonincamp like... My friend I think?

-> @reyno-solis-real we're starting to get along, he's pretty chill I think

Ooc under the cut!!!

Alright so! Hi, this is a rp blog of my egdy emo son! Firstly, here's the guide to my rp!

Actions will be shown in regular text

"Speech in quotation, with emphasis in bold red if emotional (he got it from his dad) or in bold when simply emphasizing to emphasize"

Latin will be in italics

'Thoughts will be in italics with apostrophes, and if Latin were to appear in those it will also be in bold'

'Sometimes he'll hear his sister's voice'

'Or his mortal mother's'

'Or his father's!'

//ooc will be signified by 2 dashes, or appear in the #tags!

Then, a couple of rules rp wise:

* harming him is okay, in any way shape or form, all I ask is you don't kill him

* I will NOT be responding to roleplays that control his actions too much, personally I draw the line at outright making him do or say things

* please please PLEASE no NSFW stuff, he's a minor (and so am I)

Okay, now that that's done, DNI if you're:

* homophobic

* transphobic

* bigoted in any other way

* the fun police /j

Onto the last thing! I may not be very active at times and might forget to respond to roleplays, don't be afraid to @ me! Also, please let me know if I need to tag things, mostly I know I do I just forget easily-

#pjo hoo toa #pjo #pjo oc #riordanverse #riordanverse oc #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #original character #introduction post #oc intro post

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faceless-bugger · 1 month ago

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[!!NEW INTRO!!]

Ever since four years ago, when Bee Boggs was banned, Camp Half-blood has been having a strange 'presence', in the woods.

It's been named many many things, such as;

'The living shadow'

'The all seeing'

'The creature of the woods'.

'The thing of the trees'

But it's more commonly known as; 'The overseer of the forest.'

We've gathered little photo evidence, but here's what we have so far.

Campers have also reported seeing eyes in their shadow, staring at them. What is it? We have no idea.

We assume it has some connection to Nyx, or Demeter, perhaps, but we're unsure.

That is all for this report.

BORING!

That's what they call me, eh? Cool! I'm Bee! Bee Boggs! The first ever person to be banned from Camp Half-blood? That's me! My relations to the gods? I am a champion of Nyx, and devotee to Demeter! My parentage is unimportant. But! You wanna know more? Alright! Just listen up. I'm 20 years old, born on October 19th, 2004. My favorite color is neon green, and black. I was born into a gladiator pit, and saved when I was around 7. The reason for my banishment is none of your business, and my pronouns are He/They. My friends? Ive got a few. Theres @yo-its-reisel , shes practically my little sister. @emdabitchass , Em is.. Something. Interesting. @another-argo.. Argo.. I don't know what's happening to them, but if you hurt them I'll actually kill you. Powers? Oh, yes! I've got some. I can't summon plants. Or, at least.. Living ones. In the darkness, or woods, I can distort myself to look like some sorta monster! Perfect for scaring people out of my forest! I can shadow-travel, and I can turn into a shadow! I can also see everything that happens in the woods. And a few other forests, mostly Florida, my home, and here, of course. I can also give people nightmares if they piss me off. And lastly, I can turn into an owl, moth, spider, and a cat! All the pictures were taken by my bestie Reisel!

(All photos sourced from Pinterest)

And I'm sure there's more, but I'm outta time! Send an iris message!

I remade my intro! And tags-

All posts: #bee does stuff

Asks: #ask the creature

General: #cryptid things

Tags: #summon the overseer

OOC: #irl bee is talkin

RULES ‼️

PLEASE do not vent unless it's a post specifically about venting. It makes me uncomfortable, and I do not know how to comfort people. And for other, more personal reasons.

If you sympathize with Jack, that's fine, but I don't, and if you choose to stop interacting with me for that, go ahead, just please don't try to convince or force me to as well. I'm still trying to process this whole thing.

No NSFW things, please! I'm still a minor, and I find it kinda creepy when people tag me in/ask me NSFW things.

Don't force your beliefs on me. I believe in the Greek gods, and that's that.

Doing ANY of these, will get you blocked.

And now.. MY FRIENDS!

@emdabitchass

@smileyalater

@yo-its-reisel

@another-argo

@reyno-solis-real

@reyna4ever

And so many more!-

Do you dare interact with the creature?

DNI LIST‼️

Transphobes, homophobes, racists, pedophiles, zoophiles, sexists, and basically anyone society would consider an asshole!

And.. Jack Hearth. /gen

#introduction #blog intro

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the-illiterate-pirate · 1 year ago

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Head Like a Hole | Ch. 1

Ch. 2 is here! ->

4K WORDS!! I WROTE THIS IN THREE DAYS! DON'T ASK ME HOW, I DON'T KNOW!

Notes: SFW, Fem!reader, modernish AU, Diavolo is still Diavolo but less paranoid, Slightly OOC Dia, talks about mafia stuff, Google translated Italian. Please, if anyone can tell me if anything is written wrong please let me know! Translations are at the end of the fic (at least what I was hoping them to mean)

WARNINGS: While this chapter is sfw, this series will contain content including violence, and possible nsfw content in the future

Meeting him was by simple chance. You didn't expect taking the long way home for a change was going to change your life almost entirely.

Your car was in your dads shop for some repairs. You didn't have another way home, not at this hour. From work to your home you had two options; walk through the city in the middle of the night and chance yourself getting mugged, or take the longer route home through the woods.

Woods it was.

You didn't mind the long road. It was pretty and scenic. If you had more time to relax, there was a lake off the road that was a gorgeous picnic spot. But late at night, the road became a scene from a horror movie. Trees blocked out the moon, making the road pitch black, and you were all alone. Thankfully, you knew the way back home by heart already, and no one came down this way, either. Not that you were scared, it'd take more than a spooky road to freak you out!

You check your clock. 11:12. If you were lucky, you could make it home before 11:30. You could get to bed before midnight, and get a good seven hours before tomorrow's shift! Now you just needed to get your boyfriend to take you...

A light caught your attention from further down the road. As you made it over the hill, you saw it was a car, sleek, all black, with the lights on but not the engine. You were cautious as you approached, finding three men surrounding the trunk. They all talked in hushed voices, but quieted down as they saw you approach.

They watched like vultures as you got nearer. You tried to analyze what was happening, despite your lacking senses; two men, one GIANT. The car was a lot longer than you originally thought, like some kind of limo. The three men all settled around a tire on the right side of the car that looked dangerously flat.

You wanted to ignore them, give them a polite nod and continue on, or just pretend they didn't even exist at all. But your father's side in you itched to see if you could help.

To ignore it, or to help. That was the real question.

"Ciao, gentlemen!"

God damnit.

"Is everything okay over here?" You asked, trying to sound neutral and cool.

The man in white stepped up quickly. "Our business doesn't concern you," He hissed in an irritated voice. "Leave." He was elbowed by the other regular-sized man. His purple suit blended into the dark scenery well, but not as well as the black robe and belts the giant was wearing. If not for his skin and the reds of his eyes, you wouldn't know he was there. "We're just experiencing a flat and trying to figure out our next course of action." The blond explained for you. "Nothing to worry yourself with."

They turn back to their tire, dismissing you immediately, which presses a button in the back of your head. Your own irritation from being ignored.

"Should we call a mechanic?"

"Like hell we should! Were the hell could we find a mechanic this late?!"

You know you can fix it. You know you can help them, so you press further.

"Well~... If you need the help, I don't mind lending a hand!" You got their attention again, the man in black's red eyes darted in your direction. "My dad's a mechanic. s'taught me everything he knows. Convenient, right?"

They all shared a look, debating whether to trust a stranger or not. You slid a little closer, trying to see the damage with minimum lighting. "We drove over some glass, or something." The blond tried to explain. "We've got a spare and the tools, we're just not sure how to fix it."

"Well, that makes my job easier." You grin, raising an eyebrow, "Three grown men, and none of y'all know how to change a tire?"

"Our job is more important than learning how to change a friggin' tire!" Glasses hissed like a pissed off snake. You reply coolly, "I'm sure they are. Now, the faster you allow me to help you, the quicker both of us get outta here."

The two older gentlemen got to work, while the younger man dragged his feet coming back to the front of the car to find their lug wrench after you asked him (very nicely, you might add). When he comes back you start by taking off the hubcap along with the lug nuts to the tire. The taller man slides the jackhammer over to you. It takes his strength to hoist the car up when you can't. He hasn't said a word. No talk, just work. You admire his strength from the boot of the car, taking a quick break by leaning on it for support.

You pretend that you don't feel the soft thumps against the trunk lid.

You blame it on the engine. But you know that it wasn't even on.

After that, it takes you no time to actually take off and replace the tire. You sit back on your haunches, admiring your work while you push the sweat from your brow. The man, who you've learned goes by the name of "Risotto" from one of the many heated, hushed conversations between Ghiaccio and Prosciutto, stood behind you, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Well done." He spoke in a low, throaty voice. Like walking on a gravel driveway.

"It was nothing, I've been working on cars before I can even remember. If I wasn't at school, I was in my dad's auto body shop changing oil or replacing windows." You turn and give him a playful eye. "...Although, replacing a car tire is relatively well-known knowledge." He nodded.

"Duly noted."

"Hey." Ghiaccio comes from the right side of the car, looking peeved and stealing Risotto's attention. "Boss is asking if she needs a ride."

They both look at you, a questioning look on their faces. "Well?"

"Consider it as thanks. For helping us with our problem." Risotto added on.

"It is getting late." You groan, checking your wrist again. It was already 11:30. So much for getting home at a decent hour. "I mean, if you're offering, I won't pass it up."

"Get in the front with the driver. We'll take care of everything back here." Risotto nods to the side Ghiaccio came from. You do as told, ignoring the hammering in your heart. Your heart was screaming at you to book it, but your gut told you to trust them. You helped them, so they'll help you. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking.

You're greeted by a man with purple hair at the wheel, a slimy smile on his mouth and a mask concealing one of his eyes. "Where to?" He asks in a silky smooth voice.

"Just at the end of this road will be enough for me. I live off in the cul-de-sac on the left side of here."

Risotto and Ghiaccio slammed the trunk lid closed again. Right where you felt that melodic thumping. Behind you, the back of the car was open to the second part of the limo, where Prosciutto sat with five other men, all ranging in outrageous attire and scorned (or outright frantically anxious in one case) features. The third section you noticed outside was cut off by a wall and tinted glass. Once Risotto and Ghiaccio shut their doors the driver stepped on the gass, the car lurched forward in a slow crawl towards the end of the dirt road.

"A shame such a pretty place like this is the target for littering." The driver sighed.

"Yeah... Rarely anyone comes back here, if it ain't one of my neighbors it's just some ass dumping trash out in the middle of the woods. I ran over something last week, actually. Trashed my car so badly it got sent to the shop."

"How terrible."

You turn away from your driver to look out the windshield. Now, with headlights, you could see the woods in its glory. The leaves were a beautiful shade of green this summer, just about the same shade as your driver's eyes. "If you don't mind my asking, what is it you lot are doing out here, anyway?"

"Don't worry yourself with that." The purple haired man smiled, looking away from the road for a split second to catch your eye. "We're just looking for the perfect location for a friendly midnight rendezvous."

A series of chuckles came from the back of the car, all ranging in pitch. And the clues you kept picking up finally came together.

The car.

The suits.

The tinted glass.

The fucking kicking in the cars trunk. Even now you swore you could still hear the thumping, following terrified whimpers behind a cloth gag.

Oh shit.

"Oh, shit."

The man beside you placed a tender pat on your thigh. "Non c'è bisogno di preoccuparsi, cara. You've helped our boss, so he will help you. I mean, if you promise to keep this little secret for us. Capisci?"

You felt nine pairs of eyes digging into the back of your head, waiting for an answer. It took you a moment to swallow the thick saliva building up in your mouth. Your hands balled into fists in your lap. "Capisci."

"Di molto! Now, let's get you home, cara."

The rest of the drive was in dead silence. You weren't sure what to do, you could barely think of a single thing without it getting drowned out by the fast beats of your aching heart.

They were mafiosi. Gangsters, most definitely with a loving corpse in their trunk. And you were hitching a ride with them.

You thanked your past self for not letting them drop you off right at your house. They may know where you live, but not your house, that was good. You think.

The drive felt like hours, but a quick glance at your watch told you it was 11:38. Not even ten minutes ago did you accept the favor. The car rolled to a stop at the edge of the woods. Just above you could see house lights illuminating the dark. For a moment you couldn't get out of your seat, just frozen, staring through the windshield. Until a voice from the back of the car broke you from your daze.

"Melone." He was the guy in mesh and a jacket, sporting a strange buzz cut and countless piercings in his ears. "The boss wants to talk with her."

If the car could get any quieter, it did. Like the ambient noise was sucked in a vacuum. Like the cicadas and the insects all knew what his words meant and the weight they carried crushed them to death.

"Not even we get to talk with him. Tch!" Ghiaccio snapped while he pushed his glasses further up his nose.

"It's best not to keep him waiting." The guy with the piercings lips split into a grin.

Melone quickly pushed you out of your seat, sending you into the humid summer night once again. You didn't move for a second too long, so the car did. It moved until you were face to face with the last set of windows in the car. Just like inside, the glass was tinted black and you could only make out your reflection, until it dropped like the feeling of nausea in your stomach.

It revealed the bottom half of their boss. The shadows in the car kept you from seeing all but his lips and his crimson suit. He sat stock still, only allowing you to watch as his lips moved while he spoke. "You've done me and my men a great favor, amica. You have my thanks."

You don't speak, so he continues.

"I surely hope we don't have to worry about you telling anyone about our being here, si?"

"S-Si, Signore."

"Bene," His body moves, the sound of moving cloth making itself known. His hand suddenly appears through the open window, a card between his two fingers. "I want you to take this." You do as told, analyzing the card. Just a phone number. Nothing else.

"Think of it as a favor... If you ever find yourself in need of help, give us a call."

You swallow harshly. "What... Kind of 'favor'?"

The corner of his lips tilted up the slightest bit. "Anything your little head can think of. Just don't make it boring."

He dismissed you with a wave of his hand. "Fino a quando ci incontriamo di nuovo. Grazie, mi cara."

That was all. His window rolled back up, leaving you alone. Well, almost alone.

"Senti! Ragazza!"

You quickly turn around and see the man with the buzz cut is hanging dangerously far out the front window. "Tell me, there's a nice little lake in the woods nearby, si?"

You're too stunned to speak, simply nodding your head "yes".

The man turned back around in the car, "I told you!" He gave you an enthusiastic "thanks" and got back in correctly. You proceeded to walk home, urgency in your steps but not enough to show how fearful you were. Hopefully, at least.

You didn't turn back, you weren't even sure you were going in the right direction, you just wanted them gone. You didn't start booking it home until you were sure their lights changed direction and the car turned to leave the cul-de-sac.

They were gone. You were home. Everything that just happened could be chalked up as just some terrible stress induced nightmare once you wake up tomorrow. Now you just wanted to get in bed and snuggle up to your boyfriend.

One thing for sure, though, you were never stepping foot near that lake ever again.

A year passed since that fateful night. At least.. that's what it felt like. You weren't entirely sure. Since then, you had moved from that tiny little circle of homes out in the Italian country-side. You missed it often, the neighbors were nice, but you didn't regret it. You hated having to move but that house that was once a home was tainted with terrible memories now. You wished whoever moved into it next didn't suffer the same fate.

Nowadays you could be found in the bustling city of Napoli. your new home in the heart of the wonderful city, far away from your old house. No one bothered you anymore. You hadn't had any problems with mafiosi or anyone else. Well, for the most part. And your Italian was getting better. You were healing, and doing much better.

Except some days it didn't feel like it. Horrors from the past kept coming back to haunt you, every time you felt like everything was getting better something came back to pull the chair from underneath your ass.

You were getting desperate. That card with the lonely phone number tempted you every time you opened your underwear drawer, hiding underneath the frilly black two piece you haven't bothered putting on in years.

Would he even remember you? Is he... even still alive..? Surely the life of a mafia boss was a dangerous one. Every day the idea of calling it was getting more and more delectable.

You took the card with you to work. You felt like it was burning its mark into the tiny side pocket of your purse, like you'd sold your soul to the devil himself by helping change his tire.

You can't stand it anymore. No one's around. It's past sunset on your way from work and the sidewalks and roads are all empty. You fumble with the phone in your pocket, your eyes fluttering between the keypad and the card for every number, not daring to misclick even once.

You hesitated to click "dial". That familiar feeling balling up in the back of your throat was back. You felt like throwing up, or tossing your phone away, never to be seen again.

Some mysterious force makes your thumb hit "dial". And you were stuck waiting for someone– anyone to pick up with a lump in your throat.

The phone rang.

And it rang again.

And again.

When did you stop breathing?

Didn't matter, once someone finally picked up , your heart followed gravity and fell back painfully into your chest cavity with a throb. It was quiet for an uncomfortable second.

"Buongiorno. Who is this?"

That wasn't the same man you heard before. His voice was so much deeper, a bit more gravelly. This voice, no, this one was higher, a little younger sounding. Even as he questioned you he sounded enthusiastic to speak with anyone, even you, a stranger.

"Um– Buongiorno. I was hoping to speak with–" Wait. Who were you trying to speak with? You didn't have a name.

"I don't recognize your voice. I don't recognize your phone number, either. Who are you? And how did you get this number?"

There was a sudden edge to the stranger's voice that wasn't there before. It startled you, making you even flinch over the phone. "I'm not one of your colleagues, Signore! Your boss– maybe? I think? He, he gave me this number. He said I could call it if I ever needed a favor."

You hoped he believed you. You hoped, truly, that he believed you. With the cracks in your voice and your incredibly, very professional way of speaking surely must have won him over.

The man on the other side of the phone spoke slowly. "The... Boss gave you this number himself? I think... Maybe, I remember something like this." He paused. "What kind of favor?"

"You're–" You look around; still alone. Still no one around. You think. But you add the rest in a tiny whisper for only your stranger. "You're in the mafia, right?"

He's dead silent. Either waiting for you to continue, or wondering how you have the information. So you keep going, "Listen. I, I'm not... I'm just a citizen, I guess. But I need help, and... I think this is the only way I can do it."

"Continue." The enthusiasm in his voice was gone. All work. Just like those other mafiosi you met last year. You wondered if they were still around.

"So, I have this problem. It's my ex. He's. Crazy. He was an asshole even before we broke up. He's been stalking me, I moved and he's sending me letters in the mail, he's harassing my coworkers– I think he's breaking into my house and stealing my shit, too. I just want him-" You almost say the wrong word. Almost. "-gone. I want him gone. Can. Can you do that?"

More silence. Maybe it was too much information. Or was it not enough? From the other end of the line you heard the stranger clear his throat. "I'm sure we can handle your situation. This seems serious. Is he hurting you physically?"

"Just mentally. But, he's.. done things to me in the past. I'm worried things might get physical sooner or later."

"I understand." You were chewing on the nail of your left thumb now. You try to stop yourself once you realize. "Listen, I just need two things, and I'll see to getting your situation handled. Can you give me his name, along with yours?" So you give him your name. It's almost like a weight has come off your shoulders. Like you were finally getting set free. No more creepy mail. No more acting like a hermit. Or threats of harm. You were free. Nearly.

"His name is Amaro Mezzasalma. Are you sure there's nothing more I can give you?"

"I'm sure. Actually, no– give me your number as well. I'll contact you as soon as I can for further updates."

You do as you're told. "Grazie." He thanks you. "My name is Doppio, I work underneath the boss himself, so I have ties directly to him, along with the men who will "handle" this situation for us, understand? I'll make sure nothing bad happens to you, in the meantime, feel free to use this number if you ever feel that you're in danger, it's to my personal phone, got it?"

"Yes. I got it. Thank you. Thank you so much."

"Don't mention it. I hope to see you soon, signora. Until we talk again, ciao."

"Ciao."

Now, you were alone for real this time, feeling lighter than ever before. Almost giddy, like a kid. How long has it been since you felt so euphoric?

You take steps on shaking legs, making it back home without that tightening feeling in your chest. You don't make it to the next block before your phone rings, sending you upright ten feet.

It's the same number. Is it? Was it a number off from the card? You don't have time to check, you almost immediately answer it.

"We finally meet again."

It was him! The boss! It was strange how excited you felt to hear his voice again. It was rough, but in such a lovely way of the word. It almost felt... Comforting.

"I knew you'd wind up calling us sooner or later.

"Speak, cara."

"It's good to hear from you again." You blurt out without really thinking about it. He must find your anxiety amusing, because he's laughing now. A rumbling chuckle like a storm on the sea. It's pleasant. "T-Thank you, for doing this."

"It's no problem of ours, my dear. Things will be taken care of soon, Doppio has told me everything. I'll have my finest men tracking down Signore Amaro, and we'll make sure to give him a very warm welcome."

That didn't sound good.

"For now, rest. I want you to meet Doppio tomorrow at four pm, does that work for you?"

Normally you go in at twelve. That's okay, though. You'll call in sick. It's worth missing a day, right?

"Works for me."

"Bene. Farewell, Y/n."

"Wait–" Before you can ask, he's hung up on you. You stare down at the screen of your phone. "Call ended."

You didn't know where he wanted you to meet this "Doppio" guy at.

Non c'è bisogno di preoccuparsi, cara = No need to worry, dear

Fino a quando ci incontriamo di nuovo. Grazie, mi cara = Until we meet again. Thanks, my dear

Capisci? = Understood?

Amica = friend

Bene = Good

Senti = works as a way to say "hear me"/"listen"

Ciao = Hello/goodbye

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #golden wind #jjba x reader #diavolo x reader #doppio x reader #vinegar doppio #jjba diavolo #The Pirate Writes | JJBA #// Head Like a Hole

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jessicaslittlelovesickmess · 2 years ago

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Grandma

Melissa Schemmenti x teen!daughter

Warnings: Teen pregnancy, hurt comfort, probably ooc Melissa

"Hon open the door" Melissa breathed "please?" she sighed softly "I know you're upset baby but please let mommy in" still nothing as Melissa nodded before taking a seat in front of your door. "Darling he is still a boy and you're an entire woman," she said leaning her head back against the wood "if it makes you feel better I never liked him" Melissa shrugged.

There was silence an ugly painful silence until there was movement, soft grazing on the other side letting Melissa know you too had taken a seat "I-I have only loved a few men, Joe and your father being two of them and the others well, being family but Y/n good comes out of it. If Joe and I hadn't divorced I wouldn't have met your father meaning I wouldn't have you and sure he left but at least I got you". Melissa could admit she wasn't so good at the whole comfort thing "but what if it's like you and him?" your hoarse voice asked from the other side confusing the redhead "what do ya mean hon?" she could practically see your eyes roll.

"What- what if he left because I'm..." you trailed until it clicked for Melissa ''well I know a guy" she started "I'm not getting rid of it seventeen or not" you cut in "I meant to teach this punk a lesson, I wouldn't force you into anything angel, mommy is always here for you and if you want to keep it well I better tell Barbara we're Grandma's now”

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #chessy x reader #lisa ann walter x reader #lisa ann walter #abott elementary

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blackcatruse · 7 months ago

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𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰

«prev. ❃ next» ❃ first chapter ❃ m.list ❃ ao3 pairing: r. haitani/fem!reader ↳ she/her, fem descriptors, nickname ❃ chapter synopsis: a job is a job, even if it's a trap. we'll try to outmaneuver them, but nothing is guaranteed. word count: 4.9k chapter cw(s): swearing, possible ooc, a little violence, 3rd person POV a/n: we're in the endgame now folks! i was working on a rough outline for the end of ashes and it looks like we've got about 9 chapters to go. thank you for reading so far!

The abandoned bar smelled like stale piss, cigarette smoke, and old wood. Rindou was sure he was going to get some kind of disease by sitting on the flat cushions of this ratty sofa. Beside him Ran and Kakucho were looking equally uncomfortable. The only one unbothered by the biohazard of a meeting place was the client. The second job was finally being planned out, but with recent events, Kakucho thought it would be wise to speak to the client about it.

The stout man snuffed his cigarette in the ashtray on the bar. He spoke in fairly fluent Japanese, but the lilting accent he had made processing his words difficult. Several thick envelopes sat on the table between Rokuhara and the client. “Seems easy enough, no?”

“It does, but we do have some concerns,” Kakucho said. “There’s been a bit of trouble with rival gangs and many jobs have either been an attempted ambush or a lie. Surely you understand our hesitancy.”

The man lit another cigarette and took a long drag before he spoke. “That’s the first I’ve heard of it,” he said. “It’s a simple trade deal.”

A simple trade deal that was worth a significant amount of yen—enough that it made three of the top men of Rokuhara Tandai give pause. They were definitely trafficking something more than drugs, but the information wasn’t disclosed. A fact that didn’t go unmissed when the job was initially offered months ago.

From what Rindou understood, whatever was in the envelopes wasn’t money, and all they had to do was take it to the other party. It was valuable and sealed with tamper proof tape so peeking was dissuaded. The items had finally been paid for, and now the goods needed to be transported. Instead of risking his own beefy neck, the client decided to hire a local gang with a big presence. They would simply be intermediaries, but both this client and the recipient were paying handsomely for the job.

There was no guarantee that this job wasn’t a trap, and weighing the risks against the benefits proved to be a harder decision than Rindou wanted to think about. If they declined the job, then an enemy gang would be transporting goods through Minato ward. And that could start a war. Doing business through or in any place that wasn’t your home turf was just asking for a beating. And if the gang was close-knit, the chance of war avenging their injured member was much higher.

That was how they caught Lotus, after all. Yet Ran and Rindou didn’t know who Lotus was until they overheard a group talking about Wuxing. Until that night, Wuxing was just a whisper that rippled through the top gangs. Their members were at the top of their game and kept so far under the radar they were just rumors. But they existed. And Rindou was working with the best runner they had.

“You have a good runner don’t you?” the client asked. “The job should be a breeze then. Quick in and out.”

On the chance the opportunity was genuine, they’d be passing up a lot of money. It was enough for them to match Kanto Manji’s money-making genius Kokonoi. Did they risk it? Did they endanger themselves on the off chance these parties weren’t trying to overthrow one of the Three Deities? Rindou was glad he didn’t have to make the final call, and a quick glance at Ran showed that his brother didn’t either. Right now, tensions were too high and the consequences of accepting a fake job weren’t worth the risk. But was the money? Going toe-to-toe financially with Kanto Manji would be big news. Maybe enough to shatter the stalemate. Brahman could be left behind, but Rindou knew that Wuxing contributed heavily to their finances.

“I hope you understand that the safety of my men is my top priority,” Kakucho said. He fixed the man with a stony stare, but the man just shrugged and flicked his cigarette.

“You know how this world is,” the man said flippantly. He examined his nails to emphasize that he didn’t care what happened to the team that took the job. “You can’t make it without risk.”

“That’s easy to say when you’re not the one doing the job,” Rindou snapped. He hadn’t meant to vocalize the thought, but it got the attention of all the men in the room. Time to back up his words. “What happens if we end up arrested or worse? Then what do you do? The goods could be lost, and then where does that leave you? Wouldn’t you want to ensure that the team delivering this”—Rindou gestured to the envelopes on the table—“is safe? Or at least guaranteed to not get into too much trouble?”

From the corner of his eye, he saw Ran give him a long glance. Kakucho was nodding along, and the man tensed. A robust shade of red crept up the man’s neck and Rindou felt a small prick of pride. The client’s next words were going to have to be carefully chosen.

“I agree,” Ran piped up. His lazy arrogance bled through every word, presenting itself as a “speak when spoken to” air.

Rindou knew this tone well. He could see the client’s forehead break into a sweat. Were negotiations always like this? No wonder Lotus was bitter all the fucking time. This was annoying. These men were nothing but walking contradictions, willing to say anything and hope that their business partners were too stupid to notice the fluctuation in stance.

Pinned under the gaze of three men, the client actually took a small step back. Ran didn’t break eye contact with the man as he continued on, “If this deal doesn’t go through, it’s no loss to us.”

A lie, but Rindou knew Ran spilled lies disguised as truths all the time. His brother was convincing and quick on his feet. If it were a battle of words, very few people stood a chance of winning against the silver-tongued Ran Haitani.

“However, if we find anyone running goods through Minato ward, we won’t hesitate to take action. How many dead men are you willing to leave behind to claw your way to the top? Do you have that kind of conviction?”

“What do the lives of a few measly runners mean to me?” the man scoffed, trying to deflect. His voice wavered. Just a little more of a push and they’d have their answers.

“Wrong answer,” Ran chimed. He stood to his full height and stared down at the man. Somewhere in the transition, Ran’s baton had found its way into his hands. “Let’s try this again, shall we?”

A sickening crack sounded as Ran brought the baton down on the man’s wrist. The cigarette in his hands was dropped as the man yelped. The man cradled his injured arm and finally had the decency to look scared when Ran stepped forward, snuffing out the cigarette with his boot. “You aren’t in a position to be this haughty. You’re just a grunt worker aren’t you?” The warning tone in Ran’s voice was enough that Rindou’s instincts were telling him to run to the nearest bakery and get a mont blanc.

Tense, silent moments passed between the men before Ran took his seat again. He still maintained eye contact with the client. “Keep your wrist in mind when we ask these next questions. We don’t take kindly to being scorned.” A smug grin crossed Ran’s face. “So let’s be friends, yeah?”

Kakucho sighed. Rindou knew he was thinking about damage control now. This was not part of the plan for the night, but fear worked as a potent motivator.

Asking directly if the job was a set up wasn’t going to yield any useful answers. People like this man would lie and say anything to cover their asses. Disguising.

“Surely you understand our hesitancy given recent events?” Ran prompted again.

All it took was a slight motion from Ran and the man was blabbering a flurry of indiscernible words. Somewhere in there was an affirmation, because Ran leaned back and resumed lazing around like nothing happened.

“I-I swear I know nothing about the incidents you’re referring to,” the man stuttered. His voice was strained and weak. “I was just told to make sure these got delivered.”

All eyes flicked to the sealed envelopes on the table. Ran leaned forward and picked up an envelope with a gloved hand. The man let out a pathetic whimper. “Do you know what’s in these?” Ran asked, eyes flashing towards the man.

“N-no,” the man said quickly. “I-I was just told to—”

The resounding slam of the goods on the table cut the man off. Ran sat up straighter and mocked the man, “‘I-I was just told’—yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re just the messenger right? You got a way we can contact your boss?”

“I-I can try to,” the man said, fumbling his burner phone with trembling hands.

While the man dialed a number, Ran looked at Kakucho with a smirk. Kakucho sighed and dragged a hand down his face. Rindou nodded in his brother’s direction. Ran just smiled and whispered to his brother, “If he wasn’t going to comply, I was gonna ask you to do what you do best.”

Rindou stared at the sorry excuse of a man and shook his head. “No way, I’m not touching that greasy asshole.”

Ran chuckled. “Hmm, neither would I.”

“He-here,” the man said, putting the phone in the middle of the table. He pressed the speaker button and the grainy ringing filled the room.

If the boss didn’t pick up, negotiations would have to be restarted at a later time, which would be an inconvenience at best. Rindou didn’t know if he had it in him to sit and talk about this at another time. Especially not when it was probably well into the unholy hours of the night. The analog clock behind the bar was shattered and frozen, serving no real use. Kind of like the bumbling idiot in front of him.

A click, then a gruff voice answered, “What?”

Something about it was off, like the person on the other end was pretending to be someone else. What a weak persona this boss had.

“Boss, Rokuhara Tandai has some”—the man paused, flickering eyes going over the top three members of the gang—“concerns they’d like to address.”

The pause was heavy. “What concerns?” A hint of uncertainty underlaid the voice.

Rindou glanced at his brother, who nodded. Ran had picked up on it too.

It was time for Kakucho to be the diplomat. “There have been reports of fake deals, a handful of which we have experienced, that leave a trail of dead bodies. Our last job from an outside client was compromised, so we are cautious when approaching this one. Your subordinate did not take our concerns very seriously.”

“I see,” the voice mused. “You value your men, don’t you? That’s not common these days.” Another moment of contemplation passed before the voice spoke again. “I had also heard some rumors, so I understand where you’re coming from. You’d be smart to not believe me when I say this, but this job is the real deal. We can wire our half of the payment and I hope that will suffice as proof. The other party will wire theirs when the goods are delivered.”

Kakucho exchanged glances with the Haitani brothers. Silent communication was easy to the former Tenjiku members. Half of the promised payment was not a value to be disregarded. It seemed convincing, and if the boss had also heard of the fake deals… but the underground wasn’t known for its honesty. On the other hand, business was sacred between gangs. If a faction was known for lying, cheating, or stealing, they would usually die out in a few months. This wasn’t always the case, but any respectable gang would keep their side of the bargain.

There were too many things going on and it made Rindou glad he didn’t have to make any major decisions. He just followed what Kakucho or Ran asked him to do and occasionally voiced opinions. It got more complicated the more Rindou thought about it. There was someone out there trying to tip the scales, but Rokuhara had to find a way to stay a step ahead and come out on top.

Fuck it, Rindou wasn’t going to think about it anymore. Leave that to the others. Kakucho was going to make the final call anyway, so what Rindou thought didn’t ultimately matter.

Kakucho looked at both Rindou and Ran, and the subtle expression he gave them made the question abundantly clear, Do we risk it and trust them?

Rindou glanced at his older brother. Ran’s expression was contemplative and calculating. His eyes flashed as he nodded at Kakucho. They were taking the deal. They were risking it. Ran must’ve thought of something, or Rindou was mistakenly putting too much faith in his brother.

“We appreciate the gesture,” Kakucho said, clearing his throat. “We will continue with the deal.”

“Good, good,” the voice said, almost a bit too eagerly. “You’ve got a good team for the job, I’ve heard.”

“We’re still assembling a good team,” Kakucho said carefully. “But I place my trust in them to get the job done.”

“Yes, yes, of course. I have no doubts you will do your best with that pretty little runner on your side.”

Alarm bells immediately went off in Rindou’s head. He sat up a little straighter, but otherwise gave no indication to what he caught onto. Kakucho was equally straight faced and Ran just looked bored, but the men all exchanged rapid glances and they all knew. They said nothing, and carefully watched the fat man across from them. The bumbling idiot wasn’t even paying attention to how the Rokuhara Tandai executives were behaving. He was too busy dabbing sweat from his brow and staring at the phone.

“The money will be wired and we will send details of the handoff in the next few days,” the boss confirmed.

“Perfect,” Kakucho said, nodding in confirmation. “We will await your information.”

The call clicked and silence permeated throughout the room. The client snatched his phone off the table, but none of the men missed the shaking hands.

“If that is all that needs to be discussed,” Kakucho said diplomatically, “then we will be taking our leave.”

When the man said nothing, Kakucho bid him a goodnight and motioned for the Haitani brothers to follow Kakucho out. Ran lazily picked up the envelopes and tucked them in his pockets. Rindou felt a flash of amusement as the client paled when Ran made eye contact and produced a casual smile.

Once the trio emerged into the chill of the night air, they looked around and quickened their pace. They made it a few blocks down before Rindou decided to state the obvious, “So this is a trap, right?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Ran agreed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if their fumbles were intentional though. What’re we gonna try to do about it since we’re continuing with the job? They know Lotus is a part of it. Do we just let them take her?”

Rindou frowned, but Kakucho supplied an answer before he could. “No, if Lotus is a key player with whoever’s in the shadows, it would be advantageous to have her.”

“So we’re going to try to get the jump on these guys? Act like we don’t know anything and figure out our own trap?” Ran asked.

“Something like that,” Kakucho confirmed. “We need to meet with Lotus as soon as possible.” Both Kakucho and Ran looked at Rindou, who threw his hands up.

“Seriously? We’re still on this train?”

“You’re the only one who talks to her,” Kakucho pointed out.

Ran twirled one of his braids around a finger. “I don’t want to talk to her, so that only leaves you, Rin.”

Rindou rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fine. Whatever, I’ll—”

The vibration of his phone in his pocket stopped him mid-sentence. Who the hell was texting him at—he looked at the time on his phone screen—four in the fucking morning? It was an unsaved number, but he recognized it almost instantly. Speak of the devil and she shall appear.

Ignoring the confused glances from Ran and Kakucho, Rindou opened his messages to see what the fuck Lotus wanted. She was supposed to be waiting for them to contact her, and she had no reason to reach out otherwise. It was a picture message, which Rindou thought was weirder. What would she even have to send him? Once the picture loaded, he blinked once, then twice, and then frowned. It was a crudely drawn knot pattern, intricate and dizzying. The text read “does this look familiar to u?”

It did look a touch familiar. Why did she need to know about that? He wasn’t going to confront her about the reason until later, because she could easily just brush him off. Instead, he responded to her asking why the hell she was awake and that he would ask around.

As Rindou typed furiously in response, Ran walked over and peered at his screen. Not wanting to be left out, Kakucho also approached and all three men were standing, staring down at Rindou’s phone. Once Rindou sent the message he looked up at the others. “Can I help you?”

“What did she want?” Ran asked, his face subtly twitched like he was struggling to keep a straight face.

Rindou went back to the picture message and opened the attachment. “She wanted to know if we knew anything about this.”

Ran squinted and leaned in a little too close. Blind ass motherfucker and his disregard for personal space. “Oh,” he said, standing back up. “That’s the same as the tattoo on that dude in the alley.” Ran dug in his own pockets for his phone and opened the photo gallery. He showed the screen to Rindou. “They’re the same, aren’t they?”

Rindou looked back and forth between the pictures. They were the same image, but they had no idea what it meant. Lotus may have that information, and they needed to get it from her.

“So you’re asking me to walk right into a trap?” Lotus asked, leaning back with an irritating cockiness. “The last time I tried to get a leg up on these guys, I got a concussion. One that I’m still recovering from, mind you.”

There was no good response to her assessment. Yes, they were asking her to risk her safety again. She could say no, but she wasn’t in a good position to negotiate.

“We are,” Kakucho acknowledged.

Lotus slumped down in her seat, all traces of pride gone. Her eyes were closed as she tilted her face to the ceiling. “This is all bullshit,” she muttered. “Why don’t they just kill me? What’s the point of keeping me alive?”

Kakucho’s brow furrowed with concern, Ran’s eyes narrowed, and Rindou looked at her from the side of his eyes. If she noticed all of them staring, she didn’t give any indication. Rindou thought that she looked… tired. There were dark circles under her eyes that were only emphasized by the glaring overhead lights. Her tone wasn’t as sharp. Something was off.

“If you have any—” Lotus put up a hand, immediately cutting Kakucho off. Ran was glaring daggers at the Wuxing runner and Rindou just slightly shook his head.

“I know some things,” she said. “I don’t know if this information is going to help you. Nothing about this whole shitshow makes sense, nor do I know why I’m in the middle of it.” Lotus sat back up and opened her eyes. “Can you guarantee my safety if I do this for you?”

“We can’t promise that kind of—”

Lotus cut off Kakucho again. Her eyes burned with frustration and she looked at Kakucho directly. “You’re going to have to,” she said. “My own gang didn’t get to me until I was nearly out of their hands. Forgive me if I’m a bit hesitant.”

The bite in her tone was unfamiliar. Usually there was sarcasm dripping from each word, but this time the bitterness sharpened each syllable. This was a side of Lotus that Rindou had not seen before, and he could only wonder what pushed her this far. Rindou was unfortunately familiar with how Lotus operated. He’d seen her at a jubilant high. He’d seen her at an inescapable low. He’d seen how she dons arrogance like armor. But this pure frustration and exhaustion was new. How many breaking points could one girl have?

“I understand,” Kakucho said, nodding. His gentle tone was attempting to placate the edge in Lotus’s expression. “You’re not wrong for wanting to keep yourself safe. We will do our best.”

Lotus didn’t look convinced. “I guess that’s as good as it’s going to get,” she said with a resigned sigh. “Okay. What’s the details? What’s going on?”

Ran tossed the envelopes on the table between them and Lotus stared down at them. “The fuck are those?” she asked.

“We don’t know,” Ran answered. “The client just said we were supposed to deliver these.”

Lotus slowly looked up, her brows furrowed with concern. “That’s it? And they’re trying to get the jump on you using this?” She gestured to the envelopes. “Based on what they’re paying you, this is too simple a job. Either they’ve got the Prime Minister’s personal documents, or there’s nothing in these. Are they stupid?”

“They’re not exactly trying to be subtle,” Rindou muttered. “They let several things slip while we were meeting with the client. They’re either incredibly incompetent, or they’re geniuses.”

Lotus nodded in agreement. “Alright, so we’re going to play into their hands? You sure you want me around for that? Anyone in Rokuhara could see me, and let’s be real, that spells trouble for all of us. Especially since Wuxing is keeping me caged with all this fuckery around this other gang.”

That caught their attention. It was another gang. “What do you know?” Kakucho asked.

“Not much,” Lotus said, the edge of her voice defensive. “This gang has beef with Wuxing, so I don’t know why they’re messing with you. They haven’t targeted Brahman as a whole though, which I think is weird. Or the executive we’re in contact with is lying to us, which I wouldn’t be surprised about either. Nothing makes sense and knowing that this gang followed Wuxing here doesn’t add anything of value. They’re just pissed at Kirin about something being stolen.”

“And they’re targeting you, specifically, right?” Ran asked.

“Yeah,” Lotus confirmed. “I don’t get it either.”

“You think you were the thing stolen?” Ran asked.

“I considered it,” Lotus answered almost hesitantly. “But it doesn’t add up because I didn’t know about Wuxing until my brother got tangled up with them. If I was taken, wouldn’t Wuxing want to keep a closer eye on me?”

“Who’s to say they weren’t?”

The statement gave Lotus pause, and Rindou was impressed that Ran could actually get her to stop talking. Rindou could see the gears turning in her head as she mulled it over.

“Fuck,” she hissed. “It’s not impossible for that to be true. Shika was right, we need a corkboard and string.”

“You look like you need a drink,” Ran commented lightly. The snide undertone did not go unmissed.

Lotus glared at him. “No thanks. Alcohol and I don’t get along.” Ran opened his mouth to say something, but Lotus immediately shut him up with, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it all before. If I were drunk it’d be easier right? I wouldn’t be such a bitch?”

Rindou stared at the way Ran shut his mouth and frowned. It was impressive that Lotus was able to get Ran to shut up and match his snark, but Rindou needed a drink if these two assholes were going to keep bickering. Just the thought of them escalating the insults was enough to give him a headache, and judging by Kakucho’s irritated expression, Rindou knew he felt the exact same.

“Knock it off, you two,” Kakucho snapped. “Be civil.”

Lotus crossed her arms and Ran scowled, but neither said anything else. They were glaring daggers at each other throughout the rest of the meeting. The conversation went over Rindou’s head while the others discussed logistics and plans. He really had to stop zoning out during these briefs, because now everyone was staring at him.

“What?” he asked.

“Do you just let your brain leave whenever we talk strategy?” Lotus asked, annoyed. She rolled her eyes and Ran’s eyes narrowed at her as she went on. “Okay, so, long story short, it’s us as a team again to drop off the envelopes. The others are going to be waiting off to the side to see if they can get the jump on the culprits.”

“Are you just going to let yourself be seen? Don’t you have an issue with that?” Rindou asked.

“I changed my mind because at this point does it matter? Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.” Lotus shrugged with indifference. “Besides, you’re not going to be able to barter for my freedom with all this shit going down. Wuxing won’t let me walk while this other gang’s whereabouts are unknown. If my life is always gonna be in danger, at least I could do something cool while endangering it.”

Kakucho’s disappointed stare just made Lotus grin and shoot finger guns at him. She dropped the act after a few moments and sighed. “We’re teamed up because we need someone from Rokuhara to vouch for me as the runner. Meanwhile Ran and Kakucho will be sweeping the area with other members. We make the trade and book it.”

Rindou groaned. Lotus simply nodded without saying anything. The tiredness in her expression seemed to multiply the longer the silence stretched on. How much shit was she dealing with? She’s not telling them something and Rindou had half a mind to start prying. She probably wouldn’t even tell him what was going on. The information she’d already told them was the extent of what she was willing to share.

Lotus caught him staring and raised a brow at him. “Can I help you?” she asked, voice flat.

“Uh, no,” Rindou said, tearing his eyes from her.

Lotus muttered under her breath, just barely loud enough for Rindou to catch it, “I know I look like shit but you don’t have to gawk.”

The amused snort Rindou let out was automatic. Yeah, she did look bad, but he was trying to avoid commenting on how she looked. It was a pattern Lotus pointed out to him and now Rindou was extra aware of what he said to her.

“You said it, not me,” Rindou practically whispered back.

Lotus’s head snapped towards Rindou. He gave no indication that he noticed or cared, but he could feel her stare burning through him.

Finally fed up, Kakucho called for Lotus’s attention. The runner looked over and tilted her head. “What else do you need?” she asked innocently.

“Nothing. We’ll be in touch for the date of the job,” Kakucho said, dismissing her.

“You say ‘we’, but you really mean Rindou don’t you? He’s the only one who texts me anyway,” she pointed out. She stood up from her chair and stretched her arms. “Alright I’ll be waiting. Not like I’ve got anywhere to go. See ya round boys.”

With that, Lotus left the three men sitting at the table. She turned back around once to blow a kiss in Rindou’s direction. His annoyance was overrun by the sudden embarrassment that made his face hot. She shouldn’t get to him that much! Ran had planted the dumb idea of Lotus in Rindou’s head. That’s exactly what was happening. He didn’t even remotely like her.

However, when it came to antagonizing Rindou, his brother would stop at nothing. Ran’s gaze tracked Lotus until she was out of sight and then he turned his attention to Rindou. “Stop looking at me like that,” Rindou snapped, trying not to stumble over the words.

“Looking at you like what?” Ran asked, his tone too sweet for the mocking grin on his face.

Rindou was not going to play into Ran’s hands. He knew what his brother was trying to set up, so Rindou had to choose his next words carefully. Luckily Kakucho intervened before Rindou could say anything stupid.

“There’s something she’s not telling us,” Kakucho said, pointing out the obvious.

“Oh yeah, absolutely,” Ran chimed in. “Should we try and figure it out?” He rested his chin on his hands and looked at Rindou. “Think you can sweet talk her?”

“No,” Rindou deadpanned immediately. “I’m not being friendly with her.”

“But you show concern for her wellbeing?” Ran raised a brow.

Rindou threw his hands up in the air. “Because she was a vital part of the last job! She wasn’t at the top of her game, and we needed things to go as smoothly as possible—which could only be done if she recovered some.”

It was sound logic. Practically unbreakable, but somehow Ran poked holes right through the thin explanation. “And the rescue mission?”

“Didn’t wanna owe her anything after saving my ass,” Rindou muttered. “Also if she were kidnapped, we wouldn’t have the skilled personnel for this job. The assignment was unknown, but had I known how simple the job would be, I probably would’ve made peace with letting her be an idiot.”

Rindou thought his explanations were sufficient enough, but he knew somehow, deep down, he didn’t quite believe what he said.

Please do not reupload, translate, or steal my work! If it isn't here or on my ao3, it's not me! Likes & reblogs appreciated! <3 Dividers courtesy of @/cafekitsune & @/firefly-graphics

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gradschoolcryptid · 6 months ago

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ok I need the fallout/nintendogs character arcs explained because what

Lol so we wrapped our prior years long campaign by getting an error screen in the middle of the final boss battle, then getting spit out into the "real world" and learning that the "real" versions of our fantasy characters have been locked in a simulation for as of yet not fully revealed plot reasons. Cue the current game arc, where we've been pulled into post apocalyptic real world-adjacent West Virginia and tasked with delivering some sort of powerful object to Las Vegas. So far we're scared to touch it but we know from a separate game arc (the DM has so many games that he has/is running that are all part of the same connecting multiverse) that once there it will be used to create a magical surge that sends a couple displaced heros (including me from my other current game) back to their dimension. I, once a powerful dwarven barbarian, am now a short, anxious, should-not-be-allowed-near-people-because-i-will-pick-a-fight-i'll-lose guy named Gary.

Currently, we're on a train headed west, and one of the encounters we had was a giant pack of feral dogs that we had to fend off as we traveled through a valley. After thoroughly roasting the fact that our train somehow wasn't dog proof despite being, ya know, a moving train, we picked up the next game with the encounter.

As I stood guard to defend our conductor, one of the dogs, a clearly starved, feral greyhound, leaped on board.

I rolled to catch the dog. I succeeded.

The rest of the encounter was pretty much me struggling to hold onto the dog while everyone else actually did something useful. We leveled up after that, and I took a feat that functionally gives me an animal companion. The DM had to explain that this particular dog would not be able to follow the rules as written abilities the feat offers, he even had an NPC dog trainer in the next town offer to swap dogs with Gary, before I countered that I had no desire or expectation that this dog would ever obey, I just wanted a sliver of a chance at keeping him from escaping and/or eating us all in the middle of the night. Also at this point everyone in character hates/fears this untamed beast and is trying to convince me to get rid of it (ooc they're loving it almost as much as me). Thankfully Gary is a stubborn bastard who doesn't care what anyone else thinks and isn't about to start now and he's living his best star-of-a- horse-girl-movie life. I use our next stop to raid a pet store. I spend 3 days while the others upgrade the train chasing the damn dog through the woods bc I was convinced we had enough of a bond he wouldn't run away. Someone mentioned the definitely magic macguffin in our luggage and I realized I'd COMPLETELY forgotten the actual plot of the campaign.

Recently the dog went from "will bite your fingers off if you take his muzzle off" to "serene and revealing an intelligence far beyond what a dog should be capable of" literally overnight. Everyone else thinks it's weird but Gary is just convinced he was right about being a good dog trainer.

I've named him a mangled version of the name once used by simulation-Gary's best friend/almost love interest, who in this world is calling himself by a not-quite-remembered-right variation of the name of his beloved steed.

#also gary doesnt believe in magic #which is a lot of fun since a few of our party members can do magic #i made a sideblog a little while ago to post dnd art that ive got linked in a pinned post if youre interested #im trying to get better about actually updating it

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will-noble-owns-my-ass · 10 months ago

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"We're Just Friends." ("Or Are You More?") IV || Iain x Amy

(Not my GIF)

A week later Iain and Amy were on shift. Amy had a spring in her step. This is because the shift was almost over and tonight... Tonight they weren't going to the Hope and Anchor. Tonight, they and their friends were going to move Iain's things from his flat to her house. She shook her head. As of tonight it was their house. And Amy couldn't wait.

She watched from the desk as he brought in a shout, winking at her as he went past. She laughed softly looking down at her paperwork.

Alisha looked at het then "You know one of these days your going to have to tell Cal about this. Your moving in with him. Cal's going to find it weird if he comes round and Iain is always there."

"Alisha we're going to tell him. We're just not sure when."

"I'm surprised he hasn't already figured it out."

"I'm not. It's Cal... He isn't particularly observant when it comes to my relationships."

"And yet, you have to deal with his relationship drama, I take it that's part of the reason you're yet to tell him?"

"Yeah I think that's part of why. Are you coming round to help us move tonight? I've got drinks in and I'm going to order food in."

"Yeah, Sounds good. I'll bring Bea?"

"You can. Will, Max and Zoe are going to help."

"Cool okay. Yeah we'll come help."

Amy smiled "They can move the boxes and furniture and build stuff and we'll unpack and reorganise?"

"Sounds like a plan." she smiled

And and as she turned to go when her pager went off, she whispered "Heads up" Amy laughed and span around to see Iain leaning against the desk.

" 'Ello Love. Did I just hear you say I'd be building stuff tonight?" he asked softly "Ah, I might have." she laughed "And you'll be moving some of the heavier stuff around. And I'm sorry but I'm mot sacrificing any of my dresses. You're going to have to rebuild your wardrobe." He laughed as she continued "Also, that new coffee table we bought."

"Oh God, we don't need to go to IKEA again do we?"

"No. Not yet." she laughed softly "But you do have to build the furniture we picked together, I've sold my bedside tables and my bedframe already."

"Aright so... Will, Max and I Will be really busy tonight and you, Alisha, Bea and Zoe are going to stand around laughing while we argue with screws and bits of wood."

"Nah. We won't. We're going to be organising stuff." "Stuff?"

"Moving stuff around the kitchen. You have stuff I don't. So I'm going to move some stuff around. Maybe give some stuff to our friends."

"Okay." he smiled, "We got a TV stand too didn't we? Cause I love you Amy, but I think I'll go mad if I have to keep watching TV from the floor." she laughed as his eyes kept flitting towards her lips.

"Yes. We bought a TV stand but it is another thing you lads are going to have to build."

"Ah damnit! Oh well." he grinned "I could kiss you." he said quietly, moving toward her on his elbows

"I wouldn't stop you." she said just as quietly. Smiling, closing the small gap between them and kissing him softly and then... "Come on mate, we've another shout. Put her down." She laughed looking down. He rolled his eyes "Coming Jeffery! See you later love." He smiled softly and kissed her cheek quickly as he ran off to join Jeff, no doubt getting teased for what just happened.

"See you tonight." She grinned now feeling even more excited for the evening ahead.

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codenamejudas · 11 months ago

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Hi~ Here's your question from the pile of cards: "Where were you happiest?"

"If we're talking about past tense, always liked it up north where you get four full seasons. But right now? I'm happy where I am, with my family out in the woods."

~~bonus ooc! i'm happiest wherever there's music~~

#liliumdragomir #thank you!

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merrock · 2 years ago

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wednesday; enchanted forest roulette!

Tomorrow morning, you will see a thread go up in our OOC blog titled 'Enchanted Forest Roulette,' that we are hoping to see some participation in for our big Gala. Rather than our usual plot/thread call post for events that we've done, we are trying something new to encourage writers to branch out and have a little bit of fun with the event. Participation is optional (but highly encouraged) and the rules are as follows:

to get involved in the 'game' you must first create a thread for anyone else who has already commented. (1st comment gets a pass. try to choose someone you don't write with often.)

afterwards, comment on the post and let others know which characters of yours are attending (other info is welcome).

use the comments as a master list of who is open for threads and go wild with it -- create threads for as many writers as you would like/can handle, whether or not you pre-plot anything.

threads must take place at the Gala!

Read on under the cut for more information!

Now, there are some things that we want you guys to keep in mind about this, so that it remains fair and fun and makes our dash an awesome place over the course of the event:

all threads must be started from July 20-24; if you can't create a starter for someone during this time period, we ask that you not participate, to be fair.

rule #1 absolutely must be followed. do not comment until you have created a thread for someone else.

branch out. we don't want to set a strict rule about this, but say there are five comments above you, and you've written with three of those players extensively... choose a different player!

threads can just randomly be created -- you don't have to chat extensively about them (although you are welcome to if you have a particular plot in mind). just tag and go!

but do make the thread accessible; don't godmode, and don't force anyone into an uncomfy sitch (if the other person doesn't drink, for example, or is attending with a date).

we recommend keeping threads short and sweet for the sake of being able to do more (it's encouraged to write threads with as many people as you can handle who are participating!). but it's not a rule! go at your comfort level.

it is okay to pause non-related threads during the event! pick 'em back up after, or if you prefer to end them, openly communicate that with your writing partners, so they are aware.

most importantly... have fun with it.

Open starters are still very encouraged during the event, for those who might not feel like they can participate, or are just looking to get some extra threads going -- as usual, tag those with #merrockstarter so that we can add them to our page.

If you need a little inspiration, here are some good things to include in threads: arriving to the gala, dancing together, people watching, grabbing something to eat, sneaking drinks from a flask, sharing a drink at the bar, watching a movie on the screen, taking a breather from the dancing, wandering around the chapel to check it out, sitting down by the creek, wading through the creek, getting a little lost in the surrounding woods, taking a walk in the woods, touching up hair and make-up in the bathroom, doing a quick outfit repair, lots of options! Something as simple as an outfit compliment can kick off an interesting interaction, too.

We're hoping that this ends up being a fun way to inspire interactions, and if everyone enjoys it, we are open to using it for other events. Consider this a test run! xx

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kats-chaotic-wonderland · 1 year ago

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Awakening

This is the first chapter of my Cottagecore Sylvanas fic. It's a bit of a slow start but bare with me.

For context, I don't play WOW. I will never be playing WOW. I will not be reading every scrap of lore for Sylvanas. I will not be reading every scrap of lore for any other character. I will watch some cinematics to get a feel for them. Then do my best. If they're a little ooc, that's why. This fic is pure wish fulfillment for nothing else but adorable sapphic nonsense while Sylvanas tries to cope with her issues. That's it, we're treating Sylvanas with some respect.

Enjoy

Chapter 1

Pain… Anger…Fear…Regret

These were the emotions swirling in the banshee queen's mind as she dreamt. Saurfang…the jailer….Anduin…. Arthas….each of them pulled at her. Horrible images replaying. The horde turned against her. The jailer used her. Anduin and his foolish quest. Arthas and the hell he put her through. The scenes replaying, over and over. This seemed to be her torture. The eternal torment her death had brought her.

'It seems,' she thought through the haze,'I failed….still I am not free.'

But as she felt herself begin to sink, allowing the feelings to overtake her. Something dragged her back. Something soft, warm.

Comforting.

A feeling she hadn't felt in so long. Instinctively she searched for it. Dragging herself out of the depths and finding herself crashing back into consciousness.

The soft woodland scents of herbs and wool crept into her as she gasped. Her gaze met warm wood and hanging plants as her eyes began to focus. Slowly she felt her limbs constricted. Becoming aware of the sense of weight over her. Gathering her strength Sylvanas forced herself to sit upright. A dizzying haze hitting her mind as she did.

Bracing her hands on her head she waited for it to clear before taking a moment to survey her surroundings. Wherever she was, it looked like a cabin. Herbs and plants around, taking up most of the space. Some potted, some hanging, drying for storage. Looking down she found herself in a rather cozy bed, the weight she felt before was a fair number of quilts, all colorful and sewn delicately by hand.

Wherever she was, someone had brought her here, taken her from the nightmares, and placed her with care in a comfortable place. One question begged at her louder than any other.

Why?

Why would anyone bother? A trap, or perhaps another person with the goal of using her. Narrowing her eyes she slipped out of the bed as silently as she could manage, and peered out the window.

Vines covered much of the glass, but she could make out a fountain and some shrubs. A garden most likely. Turning her attention to the other two doors, she stepped to the one across the room. Listening for a moment she heard nothing. No breathing, no voices. So she tried the handle, it twisted with ease, and the door opened to reveal a bath. Claw foot tub, basin, and some odd fixtures along the wall.

Closing that she turned to the other door, again listening she could hear voices now. A man and woman speaking softly. Her muscles tensed as her uneasy feeling peaked. Whoever they were, they had likely dragged her here. And that would have been no easy feat. Still moving as silently as she could manage she pressed her ear to the door, but the wood muffled the sounds too much for her to make anything out. Pulling away she furrowed her brows and attempted her magic. She could feel the power, but it was weak. Sludging through her like oil. This only made her more uneasy.

Taking another step back she looked at her hands. They were as she remembered, but someone had cleaned her. No dirt lingered, no blood. It struck her as odd, and only added to her concerns.

Before she could think on it any further, her ears twitched as she caught the sounds of soft footfalls approaching. Looking around quickly she searched for a weapon. Anything. Her eyes darted past plants and pillows. There wasn't much. Quickly enough she settled on what seemed to be a walking stick. Snatching the smooth, gnarled, worn length of ebony wood she slipped beside the door. It's opening concealing her as someone entered the room.

The banshee moved to strike, but stopped short. Her eyes caught on the small figure, blue haired and barefoot. Humming a soft happy melody as she brought in a tray of food. It smelled wonderful, something that Sylvanas was surprised to find herself thinking. She watched silently as the girl, who looked no older than a child or perhaps a young teenager at most, turned to reach for where she had been laying. It was now that she could see it, the cloth, ornate and lovely, hung over the girls eyes.

She was blind.

Her arm lowered as she watched the girl pat the empty bed and look puzzled for a moment. Then she turned and seemed to listen towards the restroom. Hearing nothing there she frowned, a look of concern crossing her features. For a moment Sylvanas nearly caught herself faltering, her mouth opening to speak. But the realization that what she was about to do would alert her captor, child or not, stopped the words before they reached her throat. Fortunately for her, the girl filled the silence for her.

"Lady Sylvanas?" Her voice was soft, delicate, barely above a whisper.

The older woman found herself taken aback for a moment. It was odd, she couldn't remember the last person who had addressed her with such care. Perhaps the champion, but it had been too long since she'd seen them. She was pulled from her thoughts as the girl spoke again.

"My lady?"

Small steps, a searching hand, and before she realized what was happening, Sylvanas felt a soft warm hand on her stomach. Reflexively she moved back. But a small smile crossed the girls lips as she stepped closer and reached out to touch the banshee queen. Her eyes widened as her gentle hand touched her cheek.

"There you are my lady," she smiled, a genuine smile. Again Sylvanas found herself caught off guard as the girl continued,"I brought you some breakfast." Her hand lowered as the girl stepped back and offered her a respectful bow,"I've also provided some clothing in the wardrobe. Your armor was quite damaged. I've set it aside for you to check before it's sent for repairs."

Sylvanas blinked a few times, completely confused by the situation. "who ...who are you…." She managed out, nearly cringing at how weak and groggy her voice sounded. How long had she been asleep?

The girl smiled as she straightened herself,"My name is Aylin, my lady."

"Where am I?" She asked, her voice clearing slightly.

"Miralend, ma'am." The girl, Aylin, offered quickly.

"I've never heard of that place." Sylvanas frowned,"where in Azeroth is that?"

Aylin shook her head,"We aren't in Azeroth my lady. I am unsure of where this place is, but I know it is safe. It cannot be reached by the forces of Azeroth, not unless they are called here. As you were."

Her brow furrowed,"What do you mean called here?"

"This place calls those who are abandoned here ma'am." She explained,"I don't know the details of the process, but you aren't the only one."

"Abandoned." Sylvanas growled

She watched as Aylin's ears drooped,"Yes ma'am."

"What do you mean abandoned?"

"That's what I was told when I arrived." She shook her head

This made the banshee queen pause,"You?"

The girl nodded,"Yes ma'am. I arrived a few months ago."

"From where?" Sylvanas pressed

"The last thing I remember before awakening here, I was in a battle with the alliance my Lady." She explained.

"You?" Sylvanas frowned

Aylin nodded,"Yes ma'am."

Something about that struck Sylvanas as wrong. But at the moment she wasn't quite sure why. Deciding it best to change the subject she shook her head,"Thank you for the food. Please leave so I may dress." Then she paused, looking down at the gown she was wearing,"Did you undress and clean me?"

The girl nodded,"Oh, yes ma'am. I used a spell. I would never allow anyone to physically disrobe or touch you." She gave another bow, looking apologetic,"I apologize if that was too forward, but you have been asleep for some time. After you didn't wake for several days I felt it best to try and make you more comfortable."

The explanation helped, but she was still uncomfortable being out of her armor. But if the girl was blind, and a spell used, she supposed no real harm was done. "The gesture is appreciated." She sighed,"Now please leave."

A small smile returned to the girl's face as she straightened again,"as you wish my lady." Then quietly shutting the door she was gone.

Once she heard the tiny footfalls fade Sylvanas settled herself on the bed. The food caught her attention, it did smell wonderful. Grabbing the tray she looked it over. Some tea, fruit, pastries, and a baked pie that smelled of spiced meat. It all looked delicious, and rather carefully crafted. Each pastry has it's own details, vines and flowers made of dough. Flower petals danced on the surface of the golden tea, the light catching through the shimmering glass of the cup. Letting fairies dance on the floor where the light cast them.

There was a chance the meal was poisoned, but a surprising pang of hunger hit her stomach. That caused a realization to hit her, she had been feeling quite a few things that she hadn't in many years. Hunger, fear, warmth, comfort…sleep….it was all quite odd. Setting the tray aside she stood and moved to the restroom.

Inside she found a looking glass, floor length, just to the side of the tub. Stepping in front of it she found she looked much the same as she remembered. Still the same pale undead flesh, burning eyes, though her hair was a bit of a mess. Much to her frustration. Catching sight of a hairbrush laid out on a shelf for her, she decided to take a few moments to herself.

In that time she cleaned herself, brushed through her hair, and moved to the wardrobe. Opening it she frowned. Only one set of clothes had been provided. Much to her frustration, it was a rather plain dress and boots. Without much option she sighed and dressed. However, no sooner had she finished settling the garment on her shoulders, then it shifted.

Panic struck her as she stiffened. The fabric shifted and wound around her. Suddenly she found herself in a plain shirt and breeches. Black. Comfortable. The panic faded and she blinked,"Well…" with a shake of her head she pulled on the boots and went to sit back on the bed.

Again she hesitated looking at the food. But the feeling of hunger won out. The meal was wonderful, something she'd nearly forgotten in her years of undeath was just how wonderful food can taste. Especially when made with care. The tea was floral, sweet, like a summer morning. The pastries were crisp and fruity. Something she didn't know, but the taste nearly brought her to tears. It struck her as odd. How something so small, so mundane, kept from one for so long, can bring one such emotion.

By the time she realized it she'd already finished all of them. Only leaving the meat pie. Biting into it she found it warm and savory, with a kick of flavorful spices. It was gone far too quickly, and the thought crossed her mind that if it had been poisoned, she wouldn't even mind. And she couldn't help but wonder where it even came from.

Shaking her head she cleaned up the tray and sighed,"I'm losing my mind."

Then she looked to the door. Beyond that ornately carved barrier was answers. At least that's what she hoped. Before she knew it, her hand was on the handle. She turned the brass knob, and took her first step out into this new world.

I know this one wasn't very long, but hopefully it's not too far off character wise. Constructive comments are always welcome.

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sunmooneclipseandstars · 2 years ago

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PERCY JACKSON AU where Nico has a younger/older brother that's son of demeter(he doesn't like demeter) that was stuck in a time house just like the lotus hotel but instead the years pass as days(also everything that happened in percy jackson verse like the titan war happened around 2018, the battle against Gaia was in 2019 and ToA was in 2020) (I don't know how to write so yeah it's probably going to be shit so don't expect me to make the characters on character)

Part 2

SPOILERS FOR TSATS

NICO'S POV

Well I gotta say that while I expected to not go to a quest for at least 2 weeks, me and Will ended up going to a quest to take a demigod to the camp, mostly because the satyr was begging us to go due to the place where the demigod was a house with at least two monsters that for some reason were made of plants and the most abnormal thing it was the satyr couldn't control them, so yeah we ended up going instead of the satyr even tho Will didn't want to go saying that the campers are starting to come back and he doesn't think they wouldn't get hurt before he comes back, so we have to decide whether we went to the house as a quest or we stayed in the end I managed to convince him saying that if things get too overwhelming we can go to the camp in a instant and that he also needed to train his new powers, and that's a summary of why we're in front of that old house with the cocoa puffs behind us(yeah I forgot to say that they kinda tagged along with us)

Soooo Nico should we enter that house or not, Will my little care bear said

I sigh to be honest I will want this to end as quickly as possible so yeah let's go now, he nodded and grabbed my hand so I grabbed it back and we went to that place

WILL'S POV

This was a bad idea I screamed, while a plant dragon was trying to eat us due to me using my plague powers against it and let's just say that it became a downhill the moment my powers affected the dragon and you may be wondering how's possible that we're from a dragon even tho the house should be small, it wasn't small the house in inside was huge as hell

Nico do you think I can win against that I screamed while running

Maybe if you receive help, maybe if I use my power I can weaken it after all I have killed grass when I was emotional so maybe I create deadly aura or something meanwhile you shoot a arrow made of light or a light beam who knows maybe you burn that plant-Nico said as he turned and gave a slash of darkness

And when the dragon impacted with the darkness it roared out of anger that's when I beamed a Ray making it dissappear in a big mountain of leafs

Wow that worked you're the best Nico-I said that while hugging him

Hahaha okay care bear we have to still in guard we don't know what danger could be ahead of us-while he said that the cocoa puffs where clinging on us

Aww look at our babies they want to see if we're alright, aww come here my little puffs I said

You know you don't have to treat them like babies right, I mean it would be easier for you to let them approach to you instead of you going to them

Ahem well first of all I promised myself that I would love everything related to you so I have to love you for your traumas and how you've been trying your best I said meanwhile Nico was blushing

Geez little night light you didn't have to say like that, but what can I say when it comes to the romantical sun he said making me blush

I am the romantical excuse me but you're literally the shining star that throws fire of love whenever you want-while I said that he started to laugh sigh he really is so cute then suddenly an arrow of light was stuck in the wood of the house

Okay care bear we'll be taking cover so we can think while he say that he took my hand and started to run cutting or blocking the arrows

There is a door we can take cover there - I screamed while pointing the door

It could be a trap but it's that or creating a barrier with bones

I am not gonna let you do that, you haven't recover after using that slash of darkness

Then we should go there

NICO'S POV

Sooooo Will do you think you can have a plan while we're stuck here I said that as the door was getting hit by whatever that was probably a monster with fighting knuckles

I don't know maybe I could use my light powers as a barrier or if the destiny allows let me gain a new power that can get us out of here aghhh I really don't know what to do

Well maybe you could try to make a barrier and don't worry we'll find a way out, I said that grabbing his hand

Nico-he said with his eyes that showed me his deepest trust then a flash happened and we fell in another place

What in the world just happened

I don't know Nico

Maybe you "shadow" traveled us to a safer place

You mean like light travel he said

That could work I guess

I mean that tell us that you can travel to other places by day???

Get off of me - a strange voice and we quickly stood up

Then the person run away from us before we could see their faces

That kid is the demigod that the satyr couldn't take to the camp, right? I asked

He probably is

That kid was the one to attack with the arrows, right? I said

I don't know but I could say he did

And by that you know they're an a apollo kid, right? I said

Haaaaaa let's finish this so we can get this kid in camp I said

Sure

WILL'S POV

So to summarize what happened we bursted in the room and we saw two demigods discussing whether who should kick us out of the house and they pretty much decided to not do it because it was too much effort and they have that entire dialogue while they were on a coach, so that's more or less how we ended up talking about how they should go to camp half blood

So that's why you little guys should come to with us to camp half blood I said

First of all, we should present each other not just discuss with everyone in this room - said the boy with blonde hair- and my name is lavender but you can call me laven

Whyy?? I asked

Who knows why my father named after a plant even tho he probably was the lover of the god of the sun

Yup that's apollo, your godly parent I said

I mean I kinda knew about it but thanks for confirming it he said

You knew about all this stuff already?

Yup

Okay I don't really care

NICO'S POV

And what about you??

Oh my name is Elio

Your name is Helio??

Is Elio not Helio which is funny because they kinda sound similar but you can call me Eli

Oh sorry about that but you know you kinda remind me of my big brother Elio who used to be with us but he suddenly wasn't with me or Bianca anymore

Oh you mean after Zeus tried to kill the two of you, destroyed our house and laven's house too and because you were taken so you guys could forget about what just happened and that hades cursed a girl for being the host of the spirit of Delphi

Yeah you could say I am your big brother but technically speaking I am your younger brother I guess that's something isn't it, Nico, he said

Oh gods and here I am thinking you die or something, because in the hotel you weren't there and that something must have happened it took us days literal DAYS to think that you maybe have died or dissappear, oh gods I really can't believe you're alive

Hey Nico try to breath okay?? Come here sit in the couch while I go to prepare something Elio Said

While he was getting out Will and his brother tried to comfort me and tell me to breath but I couldn't it was so incredible that he was alive after all these years, thinking of him being dead then the cocoa puffs suddenly were over me, I guess they tried to calm me down

But after a few minutes I started to breath more and calming down, then *BOOM* a explosion happened and another and the explosion kept repeating until Elio came in the room with a lot of chaos from his part

What happened to you the three of us said to him

Let's just say a monster tried to enter here and that I killed it and other monsters started to come by so I had to erase them, I mean to be honest must of the job was made by my dragon that somehow became a mountain of leafs

Yeah that was both me and Will I said

Well let's skip all of the problems and go to your camp and all of that stuff

Understood let me prepare so we can travel to camp I said

What do you mean we're going now and suddenly a lot of leafs surrendered us and *poof* we were on camp half-blood

What in the - will was about to say "fúck" but he was interrupted by the sounds of scream

Okay, I knew this would happen so I will get going come with puffs and so he disappeared in the distance

Ahem laven could you tell me how old are you so we can know if your close to 13 years old so you can be claimed by your godly parent and get into a cabin

I am the same as your brother, so I'm 12 years old he said

Sweet things should smooth out because you're going to be claimed by apollo supposing he doesn't have any problem

Then suddenly two symbols appeared on Laven and Eli, the apollo and demeter symbol

Welp now I'm claimed by parent I guess laven said

Maldita sea después de todos estos años decides hacer me caso al final, menuda hipócrita Elio said

Ummm should I tell the cabin of apollo the 7th one to let you sleep there so you don't you know sleep on the demeter cabin

It won't be necessary I will take the cabin of Hest-- and suddenly a light descended on the camp and that person was Lester I mean Apollo

Finally I managed to finish my work, now I would be able to get in the camp without needing to be watched over apolo said

Oh there you are Nico is been a lot of time since I saw you do you happen to know where is Will, so I can explain to him why I didn't visit the camp 6-7 in months and that was because I was writing a saga of book named the TRIALS OF APOLLO, Btw the name the was chosen by Artemis so things could go smoothly with my father, also how've you been my son Lavender?? I hope you were at least fine Apollo said

I - I'm fine I guess he said with a sad expression

My son, I will explain you everything you ask me that don't get too far of the boundaries after I explain my other son the situation, okay?

Okay, I will wait so I can ask you the amount of question I have, so go with my brother

I will be quick so meanwhile go to the cabin 7, so see you later my son

Bye he waved his hand

#cocoa puffs #solangelo #nico di angelo #toa apollo #pjo hoo toa #the sun and the star #will solace

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