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Beg Your Indulgence

Hestiana is quiet in most things; reticent, calm, collected, and a bit unnerving in the way she keeps to herself, rarely speaking at length even amongst those she calls friends. But alone in her car, regardless of her destination, she lets her voice breakthrough, singing along loudly to anything from the punky sounds of Green Day's Dookie to the whimsical melodies of Florence + the Machine's Lungs.

This is where the 24-year-old elf finds herself now, head bopping along to "Monster" by Dodie, singing the words with all the fervor of the artist herself. Her charcoal hair is pulled up into two messy space buns, blue and green streaks interwoven throughout, and innumerous bobby pins holding the ensemble together against the movement of her head. Gunmetal gray nails tap along to the bear on her steering wheel, the pristine white Toyota Prius gliding along the road steadily without so much as a bump to throw her off. This particular stretch of road is one she's never driven before, and something about it gives her the chills.

Hestiana is on her way to the next town over, Gwenta, to pick up her friend, and recently realized crush, Aidan. He'd called her in a panic, explaining that his date had gone horribly wrong, though he wouldn't elaborate on the fine details, only willing to lament his woes in person. The alarm, though, was that he was still trapped at said date's house, because his car had broken down, again, and he desperately needed a daring rescue from his beloved friend (his words, said in pleading desperation). It's a 45-minute drive, but she'd do anything for the scruffy, adorable man she's come to love. It was never a question as to if she would come get him, but how quickly she could do so. She'd made a brief pit stop at a coffee house drive-thru before following his directions out of their podunk hometown. He'd texted them to her after their call.

"I'm guessing that I've grown horns/I guess I'm human no more/I can tell I've rotted in your brain," Hestiana's voice rings out, the words resonating with her very soul. "How easily passion twists/You think I'm a crazy bitch/I craft my words to fit your head/'Cause no one listens to the dead."

Recently, she's begun to untangle her feelings towards Aidan, finally admitting that the affection she feels for him is not as platonic as she once thought. Needless to say, she was not thrilled with his latest fling. But she cares more about him being happy than potentially ruining their friendship, so she keeps her lips sealed and deals with her feelings on her own, anguish squeezing her heart every time he brings up his conquests. His first date with this girl, a human named Gertrude, had been a few weeks ago, and the most recent one was just days before this rescue. Hestiana had had a terrible day, and Aidan's call for advice on what to wear for said date had pushed her over the edge. She'd gone to her friend's tattoo parlor, Kinks & Inks, to add to her ever-growing collection of tattoos and hopefully relax. Unfortunately, she had been harassed by this infected genital wart of a human instead. He'd made a show of complaining about how all the dirty knife-ears such as herself had ruined the town and how the humans should have killed them all off. After valiantly, peacefully defending herself, Hestiana had gotten the ink she came for and left with a smile on her face, her confidence soaring at her quiet victory of the man. Aidan's date hadn't even crossed her mind for days after that, until she'd gotten his desperate call for help today.

And thus, she finds herself heading west on Highway 4242, a seemingly endless, empty stretch of road littered with trees on either side, not another soul in sight. At first Hestiana finds the lack of traffic odd, but it's going to be dark soon—with the weather getting colder, it gets dark around five in the evening nowadays—and most people are uncomfortable driving at night. But being an elf, she can see just fine in the dark, so it's no bother to her. However, the sun is going down and it's beginning to blind her, unfortunately on the perfect spot in the horizon to shine directly into her dark eyes. The visor doesn't reach low enough to shelter her and she briefly laments laughing at people who bought booster seats for themselves as adults. I'm going to wreck at this rate, if I can't see where I'm going, even if there are no other people out here. Best pull over when I can, Hestiana thinks, still humming along to whatever song is playing. "Paranoia" is good; I don't listen to A Day to Remember nearly as much as I used to.

As if on cue, a break in the line of trees to her left appears just up ahead, and she decides it's as good a place as any to wait out the sunset. As she pulls off the road, she scoffs a bit as she's faced with a modest convenience store-gas station hybrid. It's small, and the neon signs flicker "OPEN" and "HOURS" intermittently. There are two ancient gas pumps sitting just off to the right of the building, all rusted and surely dried up, and a crimson Mustang that looks like it hasn't moved in years has made itself home in front of one of them, a red ruin of the modern age. The back-left tire is missing, but it looks fine to her otherwise. The grass, flowers, and other shrubbery around the store are yellowed and dead, but it's fall, so that doesn't surprise her. The faded maroon sign above the door reads "Bizarre Bazaar."

A little convenience store all the way out here? That's odd. Helpful though. Hestiana pushes her thoughts aside, thankful to have a reprieve from the sun until she can head out again. Maybe they're locals from Gwenta. I'll ask them where we should eat anyhow; I know Aidan will be hungry, and it'll cheer him up. She parks next to the Mustang and gathers up her little black purse and phone before exiting her car. The gravel crunches under her feet, but it's a dull, faraway sound, as if she's hearing her own footsteps from three rooms away. The air is chilled, cold enough so that she can see her breath, but the muddy puddles next to the shop entrance haven’t frozen over. It wasn't this cold when I left home, she thinks idly. As she closes in on the building, she's hit with a sickly sweet scent, so strong it makes her gag for a moment. Composing herself, she gives her head a little shake and walks to the door, assuming the smell is coming from a deceased animal of some sort in the nearby woods. Just before her hand reaches the bar that says "push," a tingling feeling crawls up her spine, and dread fills her for a moment. Ice crystals crawl up her limbs, an instinctive magical warning she should know better than to ignore, but as soon as it's there, it's gone again. She brushes it off as her imagination playing tricks on her, the creepy setting unnerving her more than it should.

There's no bell to signal her opening the door, but a digital chime goes off a few seconds after she's stepped in. Despite that, the store seems old and empty, devoid of any people. The air is stale, the shelves are barren, only a few items sprinkled among them. What few pieces sit upon them are covered in a thick layer of dust, and most are brands she's never heard of before. The counter and cash register sit off to her right, but there's no one there to man them, just an empty wooden rocking chair nearby.

Deciding to take a quick look around, Hestiana realizes the store is bigger on the inside than it looks from the outside. A dozen more aisles than she was expecting greet her as she makes her way around the shop. She thinks she passes by the same aisles a few too many times, but chalks it up to the ambiance and dust messing with her spatial awareness. The tiles beneath her feet are cracked, faded, stained in multiple spots, and the floor creaks with her every movement. It's more of the same as she walks along, dusty merchandise and empty spaces littering the lanes. The coolers in the back, however, seem to be the most up-to-date part of the store, humming and brightly lit, though, curiously, she doesn't see any expiration dates on any of the items. Eventually she loops back around to the front of the store, intending to sit in her car and wait out the rest of the sunset there instead. She lets out a small shriek of surprise as the counter comes into view.

Where the empty rocking chair was before, an elderly woman now stands. She's human and looks absolutely archaic, old enough that Hestiana is surprised there's anything left of her. Her skin clings to her bones, liver spots everywhere, her eyes are all but sunken in, and her nails are yellow with age and longer than Hestiana's own fingers. There's no door behind her, and there's no discernable way someone this old could have made it to the front of the store quicker than Hestiana had made her inspection of the place. Wherever this woman came from, she gives Hestiana the creeps. That feeling of cold dread crawls up her spine once more, but the woman gives her a large grin, all gums and no teeth, and the feeling seems to vanish, despite the acrid stench to the woman's breath. Steeling herself, Hestiana musters up a meager smile in return, clutching her purse closer and approaching the counter cautiously.

"Sorry about that, you gave me quite the spook! I'm on my way to Gwenta and was just waiting for the sun to go down. Wouldn't want to crash, right?" Hestiana chuckles a little, but the woman doesn't respond, nor does the unnerving grin on her face falter in the slightest. "Uh, so, do you happen to know any decent places to eat in Gwenta, or nearby?"

After waiting for a few moments for a response, Hestiana realizes she isn't going to get one. She gives the old woman another small, nervous smile before heading to the back coolers again, grabbing a water bottle from the nearest case. Everything in here is so old, I don't even trust the water, but I don't want to leave without buying something because that would be— Hestiana's thoughts are interrupted by the elderly woman.

"Cold, but not quite ice,

You'll pass it by thrice;

A man and his thoughts,

May force you to stop;

Sight, sound, and speech,

Bid you to flee;

You'll know when you've found the spot,

Waste Not, Want Not."

The woman's voice is old, throaty, and hoarse, but her words are clear. The sense of dread returns, lingering this time, and a shiver wracks Hestiana's entire body. The rhyme is odd and tenebrous, and it makes no sense to her, but something about it sets off the alarm bells in her mind. She turns around and sees the decrepit woman is still smiling and hasn't moved an inch, her pale green eyes clinging to Hestiana's own silver ones. Something about the woman's gaze pulls her in, and she finds herself walking toward the front counter once again. Minutes tick by, but they feel like eons to her, and she's not entirely sure just how long she stands there, unblinkingly peering into the women's eerie eyes.

Suddenly, Hestiana lurches backwards, jerky steps she doesn't realize she's commanded her body to take. It feels as if she's been pushed just enough to nudge her so she loses her balance. The room goes dark, silent, cold as a winter night. Even she can't see in this dark. Seconds later, the lights and sounds return, and Hestiana blinks a few times until her vision returns to normal. When she fully opens her eyes, the geriatric woman is nowhere to be found, and a slip of old beige paper, like parchment, is on the counter with an address written in red ink. That was... odd, Hestiana thinks as she picks up the paper, slicing her finger on the razor-sharp edge in the process. A drop of blood stains the parchment and counter.

Sticking the offending appendage in her mouth, Hestiana looks over the piece of vellum. 564 Indulgence Lane, Gwenta. A restaurant, maybe? Definitely one of the weirder conversations I've had with a human, but they're all a little weird like that. Shaking off the trepidation from the experience, she decides to head out on the road again, the sun having gone down completely at some point in her staring episode with the woman. Tossing a couple dollars on the counter to pay for the bottle of water, Hestiana swiftly exits the store.

The glow from the building provides minimal lighting for Hestiana as she walks toward her car. Of course, there's no moon tonight, she muses. Spooky things always happen during the new moon. Once she slides back into the driver's seat of her car, the feeling of dread encompassing her lifts, and she lets out a breath she doesn't realize she has been holding. AJR's "Bud Like You" pouring out of her phone makes her jump, the abrupt sound interrupting the still quiet of the night. The song signals that it's Aidan calling her, the lyrics an homage to their friendship. As soon as she picks up, Aidan's frantic voice reaches her ears, not allowing her enough time to even spit out a greeting.

"Hex! Where are you? I'm friggin' dying here, babe." Aidan's casual use of the endearment always throws her off, though she never objects to it—she gives most of her friends pet names and endearments as well, even cuddling them or holding their hands should the mood strike her. His reluctance to swear, having censored himself in front of her younger siblings all these years, is adorable to her.

"I'll be there soon; I promise. I've got an iced coffee with your name on it. I just had to stop at this wickedly weird little convenience store, Bizarre Bazaar, for a moment 'cause the sun was blinding me. Are you okay? Do you need me to pick up anything?"

"No, no, I'm good. This is just awkward. Painfully awkward, and I'd like to be out of here sooner rather than later. At least the weather isn't too chilly."

"I'm freezing my tits off, but sure, it's not too bad," Hestiana replies with a chuckle, searching around her console for her aux cord to play her own music through the car's stereo system again.

"You're always cold, Hex. Just get here soon, okay? Really soon. Speed if you can. But, you know, be safe and all that jazz. Gertie keeps glaring at me through the window."

"Alright, alright. I'll see you in a bit."

"Thanks. Love you, Hex." Aidan's voice is cheeky, knowing how much she appreciates when her friends are open with their affections.

"Love you, too."

Rolling her eyes, Hestiana ends the call and locks her phone. She absentmindedly rubs her face a little as she gathers her bearing and chucks her purse and the bottle of water behind her, forgoing its usual spot in the passenger's seat so Aidan can simply hop in without issue, since he's clearly in a rush to leave. Her conversation with him pushes the outlandish experience at the convenience store out of her mind. After grabbing a bandage out of her glovebox and sticking it around her wounded finger, she pulls out onto Highway 4242 once again.

This time it's the funky tunes of the "Undertale" soundtrack that accompany her on the ride. There are no words, and it's easy for her to focus on her driving while still having something to occupy her in the background. Too much silence ruins her mood. Before she knows it, Hestiana is pushing past 85 miles per hour, 20 miles over the speed limit. Her eyes focus on the speedometer and she wheezes at the realization, before calming down as she remembers that she hasn't seen a single other car since she's left her hometown. Better to be safe than sorry, she ruminates, gradually slowing down so that she's only ten miles over the limit.

As she focuses on the road once again, she can see yet another break in the trees to the left. Slowing down a bit as she passes, she notices another convenience store. No, not another convenience store, she thinks, the same convenience store. There's that same Mustang again! What the Hell? Putting more pressure on the pedal, she shakes her head a little and passes it off as a coincidence, or the new moon making her a bit more paranoid than usual. But as she continues on, she passes the same convenience store three minutes later, and once again in another three minutes. There's no mistaking it; the same rusty old gas pumps and the red Mustang missing a tire. I haven't turned around, have I? Am I zoning out that much? At least I should be almost to Gwenta by now.

In order to focus more and hopefully stop these strange occurrences, she switches off her music and pays close attention to the road, counting the yellow dashes by tens to keep her concentration. Regardless, she finds her thoughts drifting as she drives, and she speeds up incrementally until she's 20 over the speed limit yet again. For a few minutes, all is well. But the silence is deafening and Hestiana can't think straight.

Reaching for her phone to play music again, she looks up just in time to see a pale, naked figure dart out onto the road ahead. Panic consumes her, but she knows better than to slam on her brakes. Instead, she eases off the accelerator and lets the car slow down, veering off to the left just a bit, stopping mere inches from the figure, now standing stock-still in the middle of the road.

Letting out a deep breath, Hestiana looks up and eyes the character. He's an elf, probably just a smidge older than herself, and he's naked; his torso is covered in scars, bruises, claw marks, and blood seeps from the open wounds. His eyes are dark, wide and crazed, and he stares intently at her for a few moments, before a loud, inhuman wail emanates from the trees to their right. Not bothering to call for help or attempt to get into her car, the elf takes off again, moving faster than someone injured should, and Hestiana feels a break in the air—a sort of pop!—that signals the presence of demons or magic-users. Judging by the marks on the man's torso, Hestiana goes with the former.

Moments later, two hulking masses, one floating just above the ground and the other on foot, emerge from the trees, just out of reach of her headlights. A frigid chill fills the air, and she just knows one of the demons is despair, and the sudden grumble in her stomach could be due to the fact that she hasn't eaten since lunch, but she's willing to bet Hunger is Despair's companion today. The pair ignores her completely—an odd occurrence, considering they're usually drawn to mages like herself, but she's not going to complain—and race off after the estranged elf. The eccentric rhyme the woman presented comes to her mind unbidden, and Hestiana starts to really dissect the verse.

"Cold but not quite ice," she mutters aloud to herself, a memory of the unfrozen puddles and her visible breath enters her mind. "You'll pass it by thrice, the convenience store... And the man and the demons, forcing me to stop. What the fuck is going on?" She rubs her eyes, trying to make sense of what's going on. "Whatever, Aidan needs me right now. Nothing else matters."

Taking a sip of her now watery coffee, Hestiana rights herself and pulls back to the right side of the road, keeping to the proper speed limit this time around. Twenty minutes pass and she realizes that she should have already hit Gwenta by now. A bark from her dog, Chunk, sounds from her phone, a text from Aidan lighting up the screen. She slows down to look at it.

Tired. Hungry. Withering away. Pls hurry, babe.

Rolling her eyes, she doesn't bother to respond, figuring she'll be there soon enough. Out of nowhere, music fills her car again, despite the fact that she had already closed her music app when she locked her phone before. "I'm Glad You're Dead" by Bobaflex roars in her ears, and she scrambles to turn it down. When she looks up again, she sees that her car has completely stopped, even though her foot is still pushing the gas pedal. The air is eerily still as the music cuts totally, and a sweet aroma seems to sink into her car, so thick in the air she can practically taste it. Her eyes drift to the left unbiddenly, her gaze locked onto three small elven girls standing on the shoulder of the road.

They're quite young, and obviously triplets, wearing simple, obsidian dresses with a white flower—peace lilies, she thinks—tucked into the breast pocket of each. They're staring straight ahead, seemingly unaware of Hestiana. The girl to the left has her hands covering her eyes, the middle has her hands covering her ears, and the right is covering her mouth. Blood drips from between their fingers, ruby red marring the pale, flawless skin of their arms. Feeling unnerved and quite honestly freaked the fuck out, Hestiana slowly reaches for her phone, wanting to call someone, anyone, but she never takes her eyes off the children.

Just as her fingertips touch the screen, the girls turn their heads towards her, and each lets their hands fall to their sides, hands entwining with one another. No eyes, no ears, no mouth, only scarred skin stretched taut over where each girls' body part should be. The two with mouths open them wide, as if to scream, but no sound comes out. The third child, the one without a mouth, simply widens her eyes and her cheekbones and nose rise, as if attempting to mimic their actions anyway. Sight, sound, and speech bid you to flee. The words come back to Hestiana again, just as the music returns full-blast and her car lurches forward.

Snapping into action, Hestiana pushes the gas pedal down again and speeds away, the children turning their heads to follow her until she's out of sight. Once she can no longer see them, Hestiana slows down and pulls off to the shoulder of the road and turns off the music again. Taking a few deep breaths, she picks up her phone and dials Aidan's number without really thinking about it. He answers on the first ring.

"Aidan."

"Hex! Are you here? I don't see your car," Aidan frantically replies, missing her unusual tone of voice.

"Aidan," she tries again, with a bit more strength.

"Man, I really gotta get out of here. I can't wait to see you. Are you cl—"

"Aidan! Please, shut up!" Hestians shouts, unable to deal with both Aidan's distress and his ignorance of her own. Impromptu tears flow from her eyes as she finally absorbs the shock of the fucked up incidents, and she lets out a choked little sob. Too many weird things are happening, and her usual calm demeanor is shattered. Her hands shake as she holds her phone to her ear.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, baby. What's wrong? Did something happen?" Aidan knows she rarely has outbursts like this, and immediately calms himself down; he can't bear to see her suffer. She can hear him shuffle around, likely sitting on the nearest flat surface, and take a deep breath. "Talk to me, baby, what's wrong?"

"I have had a horrendous time getting to you," she replies shakily, taking deep breaths to steady herself.

"What happened? Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

"Weird shit keeps happening. That convenience store I stopped at had this creepy fucking old lady. She just stared at me, spouted some creepy old rhyme and then disappeared before I could blink. I was terrified, but I brushed it off when I got back on the road."

"Did she try to hurt you, or chase after you or something?"

"No, nothing like that. But the damn rhyme she recited started coming true! I passed that same convenience store three goddamn times, Aidan. I swear it. The same rusty gas pumps and broken-down Mustang. And further down the road, this elf ran out in front of me, totally naked, all fucked up, and being chased by demons. Demons! In the fucking flesh! They didn't even notice me; he wasn't a mage, I could feel it, but they just stalked after him anyway."

"That's... terrifying, love. I'm sorry." Aidan's voice is soft, sympathetic, but confused.

"And just now, these three little girls, elven triplets, on the side of the road. Bloody, missing eyes, ears, and mouths. Just watching me, unmoving. I hightailed it away from them and then called you. I don't know what the fuck is going on or what to do." Hestiana's voice broke on the last word, tears flowing once again as she relived the traumatic experiences. "I'm trying so hard to get to you, but I'm terrified to go on."

"It's alright, Hex-baby, I can figure out another ride. I'll come to you and I'll drive us home, okay? Even if I have to walk to you." His voice is tight, worried; Hestiana never shouts at him unless she's really upset. But she doesn't want him worried when he already has his own problems to deal with, so she sucks in another deep breath, steadying herself before answering him.

"No, I'm alright, I'm good. I just needed to hear your voice. I think I see the city lights up ahead, so I should be there in a few minutes. Her house is just a few blocks in, so I'll pick you up, we'll get some food, and everything will be okay."

"Are you sure? I can—"

"I'm sure. Just be ready, okay? I just wanna go home."

"Alright, baby, if that's what you want."

"See you in a few, Aidan. Thank you for listening to me."

"Don't even mention it. Be safe. Bye, Hex."

Hestiana's phone beeps as the call ends, and she takes a few more moments to collect herself. Easing onto the road again, she only drives for another five or so minutes before the first stoplight comes into view. She hits greens all the way through the next couple blocks and gets lost in the cul-de-sac for a bit before spotting Aidan sitting on the steps of what she now knows is Gertrude's house. His beat-up Honda Civic is parked at the end of the drive, the hood still propped up from his hopeless attempts to fix whatever the issue is.

He waves enthusiastically as she approaches, knowing her keen eyesight will let her see him even in the darkness of the autumn evening. He's wearing his signature hoodie, a sanguine pullover with his name emblazoned on the back, and he shrugs it off as he approaches her car. Grinning at her, he opens the door and throws it her way, catching her off-guard. As she scrambles to pick it up, he plops down in the passenger seat and then leans over, trapping her in his arms. His copper hair—she had been the one to dye it for him when he'd grown bored of his natural dirty blond locks—is unruly but smells like cinnamon, soft to the touch. He chuckles a little as he squeezes her tight, trying to cheer her up. His mood is infectious, and Hestiana finds herself circling her arms around him, the sweatshirt squished between their bodies. She smiles as she inhales his familiar scent.

"Hey, Hex. Good to see you." Aidan's words are muffled as he speaks into her hair, holding her tightly. Hestiana feels the tension in her shoulders release and she relaxes into his hold for a moment, before he presses a chaste kiss to the top of her head and pulls away, taking a gulp of the rich coffee she brought for him. "Put the sweatshirt on. I know you're cold; you always are."

Grateful for the warmth, she does as she'd bidden, and Aidan gives her another saccharine grin. Absentmindedly, she plays with the strings of his sweatshirt as he fumbles with her phone, already knowing her passcode, and searches for some music to play. He settles on a playlist full of blink-182, her favorite band, to try to put her back in good spirits. He turns the music up loud enough to be heard, but not enough to distract them. Quietly, he reaches over and smooths his thumb over her right hand, murmuring soft words of encouragement and comfort. Hestiana closes her eyes and basks in the coziness of her friend for a few moments before giving him a small smile and starting the car up again.

They sit in companionable silence as Hestiana drives through the streets, her nerves assuaged by Aidan's presence and affectionate attitude. Despite having just picked him up from a date with another woman, Hestiana feels happy in his company and is content with his friendly tenderness. Five or so minutes later, she spies Indulgence Lane, and scans around for the restaurant as the slip of paper comes to the forefront of her mind.

"After that crazy moment with the old lady, I found a paper with an address for this street on it. I think it was supposed to be the food recommendation I asked for. Is that normal? To just leave it on a slip of paper instead of verbally answering? Sometimes I forget how you humans do things." Hestiana's voice is even, but she's anxious to deal with anything that happened in or around that shop.

"No, it's not normal, but who knows? Maybe she was just messin' with you. What about that rhyme? Did she say anything about a restaurant in that?" Aidan composes his reply carefully, wanting to avoid upsetting his friend again.

"There were two more lines that didn't happen while I was driving: 'You'll know when you've found the spot, Waste Not, Want Not.'"

"There's a place called Waste Not, Want Not around here. I've heard they donate all their scraps and leftover foods to homeless shelters, hence the name."

"Oh, that's really neat! I suppose we can give it a shot then." Hestiana's spirits lift considerably at that, loving eco-friendly establishments and the like.

Neither of them spots the restaurant at first, so Hestiana loops around the block and tries again. Aidan rambles off the details of his bad date—Gertrude could tell he wasn't that interested and loudly pointed it out in front of the entire movie theater, and she walked off with another man by the end of the night, demanding that Aidan brings her sweater back to her place... only to find the two having a rather intimate moment, and then his car wouldn't start—so, Hestiana to the rescue! Again, neither of them spot the restaurant, so she makes another loop. The third time's the charm, though, and Aidan tugs her sleeve and points to the right, spotting 564 Indulgence Lane. Hestiana pulls into the tiny parking lot and cuts the engine.

Waste Not, Want Not is a tiny hole-in-the-wall restaurant. A bright, neon red sign presides over the entrance, the door just tall enough for Aidan's 6'3 stature to fit through without banging the top of his head. The floor is carpeted, black with red flecks sprinkled throughout, and the walls are a deep burgundy color. Gold trim brackets the walls, accenting the colors nicely. A hearty, meaty smell fills the air as they get closer to the end of the hall, their mouths salivating already. The door ahead of them is black as pitch, and the handle is a shiny gold. Staticky Muzak plays over a few small speakers in the ceiling. As the pair approaches the door, the Muzak cuts off abruptly, and a throaty voice drifts through the speakers instead.

"An image thrice to your eyes seen,

A symbol of your path unclean;

Next, a scare, a stop, a despair,

Not unto you, but an elf unaware;

Don't look, listen, or say a word,

Some ancient beings have been disturbed;

At last you reach your destination,

A feast for beasts unmistaken."

Hestiana's blood runs cold as the all-too familiar voice of the old woman fills her ears once again. The air rushes from her lungs, bone-chilling dread crawling over her skin, her very essence shaken. She grabs Aidan's hand to keep herself from buckling over. He turns to her and kneels as she sits on the floor, concerned. He holds her steady, giving her a few moments to stabilize herself as she relives the earlier incidents. The Muzak returns again, just as abruptly as it had stopped.

"Hestiana! Are you okay? Was that her?" Urgency and concern colors Aidan's voice and it snaps her back to the present.

"I'm okay, I think. Yeah, that was her. I don't know what's going on, Aiden. I feel so terrible, so empty and cold and afraid. Can we please le—" Her plea is cut short by the black door swinging open soundlessly, even as it bounces against the wall. The woman stands in the doorway, the same unwavering smile on her face as before. She shuffles to the side, quicker than someone her apparent age has any right to. A tall human man in a black suit, adorned with a pristine red tie, stands before them, his hands clasped together behind his back. His grin is inhuman, and fear once again overcomes Hestiana as she grips Aidan tight.

"What's going on here?" Aidan's question is ignored by the man.

The feral grin never leaves the man's face as he steps forward, jerky, unnatural movements that seem incredibly forced, like someone controlling a marionette. He stops in front of the pair and bends down at the waist, slowly coming to eye-level with Hestiana. Aidan moves to protect her with his arm, but the man stops him by grabbing the appendage with his own hand, making the copper-haired man yelp. Keeping his grip on Aidan's arm, the man gives Hestiana a dark, mischievous look and pulls a sharp, silver knife out of his back pocket with his unoccupied hand, the metal glinting in the light. The words he utters chills her to the bone:

"Dinner has arrived."

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thesoccerenthusiast · 5 months ago

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OK, so I am VERY behind. We had a death in my fiancé's family, so we've been busy getting ready for the funeral.

Without further ado, let's play some catch up!

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I'm a Riya hater, sorry not sorry. I don't care for the whole villain arc and how the writers tried to make us sympathize with her — i.e. looking at the cameras with some very big sad eyes when she threw Connor off a LITERAL HORSE. I do appreciate that she won All-Stars, cause it wouldn't have made sense for her arc to be 'super big villain stuff' and then lose twice in a row. Her ending was fitting. That was her best writing of the All-Stars season.

13. Most Overrated Character

Don't get me wrong here, I really like Lake's character. But I've seen a lot of those tier lists and those posts about 'who should've been in the All-Stars final three' and damn-near everyone puts Lake. I thought her arc in Season 2 was done so well. I was kind of surprised when she came back in All-Stars because of her S2 journey. She was essentially 'canon fodder' because they needed someone for an early boot — and I was OK with that. Her story was done in S2. She didn't need super fleshed out in S3, in my opinion.

Great character, though, and I absolutely adore her re-design!

14. Most Underrated Character

I think the first time I watched Disventure Camp Season 1, I didn't really appreciate Lill. Watching it back, I really like her character. I like how she got the alliance with herself, Will, Nick and Ashley going, and how she maneuvered around the Fiore fake-innocent-child act. I wish we saw more of her, I really enjoyed her character.

15. Best Team

I mean, come on, Magenta team literally had 2 people in the Final 3, and on top of that, two more members from Magenta were helpers since they found the totems — or, in James' case, it fell on his lap! Either way, with James' early boot, that was going to happen regardless since he was the S2 winner. But that legit bolsters the legitimacy of Magenta being the best team.

This team was full of rock stars. No joke.

16. Worst Team

Ellie said it perfectly in the post-game media interviews she did: "The purple team was a mess." Not my favorite by any means. Oh, and to add more flame to the fire... Nick is one of the worst DC characters of all time, and he's on this team, so...

17. Best Song (& 18. Worst Song... Because there is None)

I was REALLY surprised with how much I liked this song, and equally as surprised with how impressed I was with the voices in this song. Tom's VA (Jayce Hanson), Gabby's VA (Anna Grygorowicz) and Ellie's VA (Rachel Flakes) really impressed me with their sounds. I had a feeling Aiden's VA (Viester) could sing, but man, his voice is SO GOOD. I love hearing the Aiden-singing greetings so much. Viester really has a beautiful voice!

Also, I absolutely adore Magenta Team's song 'Born to Drive Me Crazy' and Yellow Team's song 'No Matter How Hard We Try." There is not a single bad song, so that answers question 18, too!

Decided to do this! I know it’s the second day of September so let’s just combine Nos. 1 and 2!

Template Credit: @dc_hunter_101 !!

1. Favorite Male

Thomas Reed: This adorable doofus who simply needs to tell Jake he loves him and carry him off into the sunset! 🌅

2. Favorite Female

Tess Morgan: Gotta be my girl Tess! Her growth from being a loner in season two to having two incredible friends (or lovers? The world may never know!) is such good writing.

As you can tell by my icon… Gabby is a VERY close second. Her moments with Ellie and Grett in All Stars were SO good!

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if you and arrow EVER start dating are you going to help him become a musician like he's always wanted???

The inquiry while infuriating when mentioning that dating part, provided Sardonyx with a bit more information on Arrow. Though she could not be a hundred percent sure if this rumor held any truth unless the Sonic alternate confessed such things himself, him desiring a musician’s lifestyle would fail to shock her. Nevertheless, the invasive person’s query was regarded with an annoyed expression.

“I would help him even if we weren’t dating, which we aren’t,” she claimed, before countenance softened slightly. “Though, I’m not sure if I could give him much assistance in that area. I’m not a professional, when it comes to those sort of things. Even managing some musician might be beyond my expertise.”

@thewayfaringhero

#HARDLY ANYTHING ELSE FOR YOU TO SEE (ic)#A CALL HEARD (answered ask)#[May Your Aim be True]#WE DANCE AMIDST STARS AND ESCAPE INSANITY'S JAWS (Sardarrow)#((sards you're showing a little emotion there~))#((also she's not gonna help him fulfill that dream now))#((cause she knows he's got other stuff to do))#((but regardless she adores his singing voice either way~))

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mauvecherie-writes · 3 years ago

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Nights Like This.

PAIRING: Lewis Hamilton x Black F!reader

SUMMARY: Lewis doesn’t get most days like this with you where the two of you are just enjoying each other’s company with no responsibilities. He used these nights to his fullest advantage.

WARNING: 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI, explicit sexual content, lap dancing (kinda), hair pulling, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, sucking on fingers, penetrative sex, choking, spitting in mouth, breeding kink, cream pie, daddy kink (no ddlg), established relationship.

NOTE: Same pairing from Obsessed With You Series. Go read those warnings again. NOT EDITED.

WORD COUNT: 2.7+K

He was just watching you.

You were in the kitchen dancing to the music playing as you poured two glasses of wine and then went on to prepare a bowl of popcorn. Nights where it was just the two of you were rare. Your company was booming and his schedule was barely clear so when the two of you were able to get a day off together, he cherished the time, choosing to spend it at home.

Even after a year together, Lewis grew to love you more and more with each passing day. You grew out of your shy shell and just blossomed. Your energy was vivacious and addicting, he couldn’t get enough of you. Nobody was perfect but to him, you were the very definition of the word.

People loved to say how opposite she was to him. Often in the negative sense but Lewis never listened to what they had to say. The attributes of your personality that they saw as flaws, he saw them as qualities that made him whole.

You completed him. You were a part of him just as much as he was a part of you. You were the one.

Even though it had only been a year, he did not need time to tell him what he knew and how he felt.

The warmth never left your cheeks as you approached Lewis. He had been sitting on the couch, head slightly tilted to the left, with this look of content in his eyes as he watched you. Despite being at your most comfortable in his presence, Lewis still had a way of making you nervous with the simplest look.

You pushed the shyness creeping back in down when Adorn by Miguel began to play. Lewis grinned as you put down the wine glasses and picked up the remote and began using it as a makeshift microphone.

“These lips can't wait to taste your skin, baby, no, no.” Your singing wasn’t the best but Lewis enjoyed it regardless because it was you. As you performed for him, his eyes cascaded down your body. You were dressed in a Formula One t-shirt and some biker shorts. His number was on the front of the shirt with his name across the back. Your face was free of makeup and your braids flowed all the way down to your ass.

Watching you serenade him not only made his heart swell, it stroked his desire to have you. You took his hand into yours and tried to pull him up to join him but he stayed seated, encouraging you to continue. A smile came across your lips as you sang along.

Adding more to your performance, you dropped onto his lap with your back against his chest. He groaned softly as the curve of your ass pushed against his cock as you whined your hips.

“Know that I adore you. Just that, baby.” Your voice came out more sultry than intended as you whispered the lyrics into his ear. Lewis wrapped his arm around your torso as you continued grinding against him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on your skin.

The mood had shifted and you could tell that your soft teasing was turning him on. Just as you felt his hand slip underneath your shirt, you turned around in his lap with your thighs on either side of him. You dropped the remote and placed your hands on either side of his head and leaned down to peck his lips.

The soft cushion feeling of your lips against his own caused Lewis to hum softly.

“Thank you for loving me.” He mumbled, his words leaving a smile on your face.

“Always baby.” You replied. A few more pecks were shared before you made the move to get off his lap but Lewis clung onto you.

“Let me get the wine glasses at least.” You giggled at his neediness to have you close. You gave him his glass as you took a sip from yours.

“Are we finally going to watch this movie?” You asked as Lewis caressed your ass cheeks as you played with his hair.

“I kinda want to just sit here like this with you.” He mumbled into your chest causing you to coo softly.

“You’re such a baby.” You kiss the top of his head. He massages your ass, jiggling it and slapping it before gripping it. Just finding amusement in playing with your body.

“I’m your baby though.” He replied with a cheesy grin. You took his face into your hands and softly kissed him, smiling as you felt him try and push his tongue into your mouth.

“Yes you are.”

Innocent kisses became heavier with time. Nothing about them was rushed as they enjoyed the feel of their lips entangling together. Shivers travelled down your spine when you felt his hands slip into your biker shorts and grip your flesh. You whimpered into his mouth as you twitched and rubbed your covered pussy against the hardness beneath you.

The thickness of him pressed against your clit and with each drag, shockwaves of pleasure rush through your body. Your desire began to pool in between your thighs as arousal. Lewis pulled away from your lips and moved one of his hands to your chest and played with your nipple as your hips moved at their own accord.

“Baby.” You moaned as you placed your hand on top of his and humped him a little faster. Lewis smiled up at you as he loved the way your body reacted to him. Your body felt like it was on fire and your mouth began to water at the craving for a taste of him.

Soon your kisses become feverish and rushed as your touches needier. Clothes became discarded, your chests bare as they rubbed against each other. You trailed kisses down the length of his neck, down his chest until you were in between his legs on the floor. You placed one hand on his thigh as the other caressed his length over his sweatpants.

“I wanna taste you so bad baby.” You purred. He leaned backwards as you pulled the sweats down and grabbed his cock into your hand and the weight of him caused you to sigh. You assumed the most comfortable position on your knees and then you placed a kiss on the underside of his dick.

You heard a hiss as you began to lick the length of him. You loved the way that he tasted. The typical musk but it was carried with a scent completely unique to him. When you finally took him into your mouth, a moan rang out and his hand went to your hair as he moved it out of your face and just cradled your head as your eyes met.

Your head slowly bobbed up and down, each time taking him a little deeper. The lures of your mouth had his head dropping against the back of the couch. Hearing his praise for you motivated you more. As your tongue focused on his tip, your hands came to the rest of his girth and began to tug and twist at him as you made sure that his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck you’re so good at that baby.” He groaned and you moaned at his praise. You fondled his balls and then pressed the little area underneath them which caused a louder moan to be emitted from Lewis. But it also sparked the dominance within him and before you knew it, he gripped your hair and began thrusting into your mouth.

You hollow your cheeks and made the suction tighter for him. “Such a good little slut for Daddy.” You nodded your head as your eyes met once again. Your spit mixed with his pre cum dribbled down his cock but you took it back into your mouth and used it as lubricant to slide his length a further down your throat. You lost yourself as you continued to use your skilful mouth on his dick. Eyes closed as you moved your hand faster around him, gagging slightly as he hit the back of your throat.

“Shiiittt.” Lewis cursed as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull. He placed both hands on the sides of your head and stopped you. “Look at me sweet girl.” He said.

The darkness of his eyes caused you to whimper. “Put your hands behind your back.” You followed his instruction and he began thrusting his hips forward. His fingers tightened around your braids as he moved your head to the pace that he wanted. He didn’t care for your gagging sounds or your squirming. You were his to use how he pleased.

His stomach muscles clenched as he felt the drag of your tongue against a particular spot on the tip of his cock. The sensations travelled up his spine and then settled back down at the base of his dick. He groaned as he pulled you away from him and dragged you up to his lips by the back of your neck.

The musk of him lingered on your lips as he consumed you. Lips moving so bracingly, it left you entirely breathless. You felt the throbbing of his need against your hot skin which left you whimpering into his mouth.

“Take these off.” He breathed against your swollen lips before you stood up straight and pushed the biker shorts down. The dampness dragging down the inner part of your thigh. He licked his bottom lip before biting on it as he drank you in.

“Come here.” Lewis mumbled. The hoarseness and deep tone of his voice made you inhale sharply. He picked up one of your legs and placed it on the couch and he scooted closer in between your thighs. Kisses were left in his wake, getting you wetter than you were before. Your slick covered your pussy lips, so he leaned forward and took a lick.

The first flick had you gasping and reaching for his messy curls to steady yourself. “This all for me baby?” He asked as he parted your lips to expose your clit.

“Yes Daddy.” You answered, your voice airy and desperate. At the sound of that, Lewis hummed in satisfaction before pushing two of his fingers in.

“My sweet sweet girl.” He rolled his tongue around your clit as his fingers worked your insides. Your head fell backwards as you bucked your hips into his face. His free hand came to your ass and his nails dug into your flesh as he moved his fingers faster and never moved his mouth away from your clit.

He was pressing against your sweet spot so it did not take long for your walls to tighten around his digits. “Fuuucckkk, baby I’m coming!” You cried as you tugged at his hair. You looked down and his eyes were already on your face and that was all it took. You gasped, a soundless moan leaving you as you came all over his fingers and into his mouth.

His mouth did not stop moving until he felt you trembling and if he kept going, you were going to collapse. You pushed his head away, giggling at the intoxicated look on his face. As you moved onto his lap, he brought the fingers that were inside of you to your mouth. You eagerly sucked them clean, moaning at the pressure of them pushing down on your tongue.

Those same fingers gripped your jaw and brought your lips to his once again. This kiss was messy but just as passionate. Your tongues waged war as you melted into him. You felt his tip slowly push into you. A gasp then followed by a groan as you sank down on him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pressed your forehead against his.

The slap on your ass cheek made your eyes snap open. “You’re so deep Lew.” You spoke softly as you tried to adjust to his size but your walls were pulsating around him. You did not want to move, he felt too good inside of you and just wanted to marvel in that however Lewis was too impatient for that.

A squeal left your lips as the sudden shift left you on your back on the couch with Lewis hovering above you. He made sure that you were comfortable before he put one leg around his waist and held onto yours. The way your lower back slightly arched off the bed pushed himself deeper inside of you.

“Daddy.” You gasped, your hands coming forward to hold onto his arms. With that he began to move. Slowly at first to build a sweet momentum however that was enough to cause a fire to burn within the pits of your stomach. Your soft moans and breaths brushed against his face. You could barely open your eyes as he gave you slow and deep strokes.

He placed soft kisses underneath your chin as he held your thighs open and began to pound you harder, drawing out long moans from you. “Yes, fuck me just like that.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he rolled his hips, pushing the blunt tip against your sweet spot.

“How do you want it princess?” He asked you as he slowed down. Your walls were clenched tightly around his cock but he wanted to edge you out a little more.

“Harder, please.” You whispered as you squirmed beneath him. Lewis held your head still by your neck, moving it to the side as he laid kisses on your skin, trailing his lips down your chest and taking your nipple into his mouth. As you caressed his back, feeling his back muscle move underneath your fingertips, Lewis moved his mouth to your other nipple.

His hips lifted and dropped down, pushing himself deeper inside of you. Not waiting for a moment’s breath he continued with the steady pace. The sound of your wetness and the slapping of skin echoed in the room.

“So fucking wet for me.” He groaned as he slightly leaned up and tightened his grip around your neck as he moved faster. “This tight pussy is mine isn’t it baby.” You frantically nodded your head as you wrapped your hand around his wrist.

“It’s yours Daddy, always.” You whimpered a response as your pussy throbbed. He loved hearing you say that to him. He knew that you meant it. He had ruined you for anybody else and he didn’t want anybody but you. He watched you struggle for air, gasping with each breath as he fucked you. It drove his arousal and took over him.

The hand around your throat finally let go and gripped your jaw. He forced open your mouth and spat in it. He didn’t need to tell you to swallow. You did so with a moan and a smile that pleased him.

“You’re such a good girl aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And good girls get to cum don’t they.” He kissed your pouted lips.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You chanted repeatedly as your thighs began to tremble. “Oh fuck, daddy please!”

“That’s it, my sweet girl. Cum for me.” He mumbled as he looked down into your eyes. He watched yours fill with tears as your mouth gaped open as you came all over him. He kissed your parted lips as he never stopped hitting your sweet spot. His balls swelled and his cock throbbed, his thrusts becoming sloppier and his breathing harsher.

“Fill me up Lew.” You whispered against his cheek before laying a kiss on it. “Come inside me, pretty please.”

“Ahhh fuuuccckk.” Lewis moaned as he erupted inside of you. “Shiittt.” His hips stuttered as he emptied his load. He fell on top of you and captured your lips into a sloppy and slow kiss. You wrapped your legs around him and caressed his back before leading your fingers into his hair.

He groaned softly as your nails scratched his scalp and he twitched inside of you.

“You tryna go another round Sir Hamilton?” You asked with a hint of humour in your voice. Lewis’s laughter vibrated into your chest.

“Where should the next location be?”

“The bedroom. I want to see the tattoos on your back as you fuck me.”

“Fuck.” Lewis groaned before he stood up and picked you up into his arms. “Anything for you my sweet girl ..”

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hotwings0203 · 4 years ago

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I feel like Dabi would be the type of dude who would bully you incessantly at the LOV and for the life of you you can’t figure out why. He’s always around you and making snarky comments or pulling your hair, trying to catch you messing up on missions. You’re sure he hates you, and you do well to stay out of his way, or sometimes when you feel bold you’ll offer a quip of your own. The bullying increases whenever you talk to other guys at the bar, especially when you make Tomura crack a smile, Dabi’s breathing down your neck the second your leader leaves, calling you terrible names and pushing past your boundaries.

Cw: language, nsfw, noncon, manga spoilers, some angst?

In a perfect world, Touya would not have been abandoned and rejected by his family. In a perfect world, Dabi would not exist, and Touya would be eating dinner with his family right now as he shows his little brother how to properly wield fire to its fullest extent.

But there was no such thing as a perfect world, and therefore Dabi did exist. And Dabi doesn’t care for anyone, or anything.

Or so he tells himself.

“Slut”

“Nothing but eye candy, and shitty eye candy at that”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to ignore him

“What was that all about, huh? The fuck are you and crusty snickering about?”

Fed up with his continuous antics, you decide to mouth off a little too.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how adorable you and Hawks would make as a couple. And wipe that sneer off your face, it looks like some of your staples fell out of your mouth.”

It’s nothing too snarky, but in a second he’s shoving you in some dark room, forearm pinned against your throat as his hand is lit up with blue flames merely inches away from you, snarling in your face.

“You wanna be funny, bitch? I got jokes of my own too, why dont I show you what happens to dumb little girls who don’t know their fucking place? I think that would be real funny.”

But his hand is stopped from drawing near your wide eyes when you both hear Twice and Toga calling everyone for their next meeting.

He pushes you away from him, giving you a murderous look over his shoulder as he leaves the room, not paying mind to the way you slide down the wall in the dark.

You take extra precaution to try avoiding him for the next few days, not even making eye contact with him when you two get teamed up for tasks. He never mentions the room incident, if anything he acts as if it never happens. It’s like whiplash for you, he tries to weirdly talk to you more but all you offer him is mumbles and hums of agreement.

The conversation is never long, but it starts to be less talk of degrading you and more of begrudging questioning of what you’ve been up to. You never engage, opting to pretend like you never heard him, and strangely enough he leaves it be.

You give him a side eye one day as he joins you at the bar (much to your discontent), downing your glass just to fill another.

He says nothing as he slides into the stool right next to you, and pours a glass of whiskey for himself as well.

It’s awkwardly silent, you’re not sure if you should leave or not, but you’d be damned if you try to initiate small talk with this psycho.

But then, he speaks.

“Is Shigaraki sending you on the mission to get that UA kid?”

His gravely voice rumbles and cracks from his usual lack of use, and he clears his throat after he talks.

“No.”

“Oh.”

This is excruciating, you think to yourself as he mulls over the drink in his hand for a silent minute or two.

Toga calls you over thankfully at the exact same moment, and you breathe out an inaudible sigh of relief as you slip off the stool to join her.

“Wait-“ Dabi grabs your arm and you flinch out of instinct, expecting a slap or a burn to come from him.

He sees your reaction and shakes his head dismissively, letting you go and muttering a “Nevermind”. You don’t ponder over it as you trip over your own feet to join the eccentric blond.

A week passes, and then two. With each day you maneuver your way around him, request to be partnered up with different people in private, and busy yourself in random tasks. Every time you pass him by the bar he lifts his head from whatever he’s doing and tries to maintain eye contact with you, even going so far as to open his mouth to say or ask god-knows-what.

You try to ignore the foreign hopeful glint in his glacial eyes as you walk right past him, ducking your head as you do so.

It drives Dabi crazy.

He can’t handle any more rejection, he thought his family would be the last straw for him to ever want recognition or love validation from again. He wants to talk to you, to hear your voice as it snaps back with witty comebacks of your own that he secretly enjoys so much, even if it means he has to force it out of you with hateful words. He wants to feel your hair underneath his scarred hands, even if he has to mask the soft wanting of you in forms of yanking the strands. He wants nothing more than to see your eyes fill up with no other sight than him and think only of him, even if it means he has to corner you and scare you into submission.

But your silence is something he’s not used to.

Well, to be fair, you weren’t silent completely, but the only sentences he was hearing from you nowadays was when you were speaking to Shigaraki or the other League members.

You were the only idiot who didn’t notice the smoke curling from his nostrils and ears comically when he’d finally see you stop your stoic act just to open up to other men apart from him. Spinner, Twice, and Compress backed off almost immediately from talking to you for too long when they’d see the look on his face as he watched you surrounded by them, but Tomura would merely smirk from behind your shoulders and keep a level gaze with his subordinate, knowing fully well why he was so pissed off.

You began to notice the weird energy at the base soon after the rest of the men would keep curt conversations with you in comparison to your long talks about video games, sex, and life after you would all win the war.

So you thought it would be best to ask the most semi-normal person there that wasn’t fueled with testosterone and aggression.

“I just don’t get it, why are they all being weird? I mean, we all used to talk so much and now they just...try avoiding me. Except for Tomura of course, he’s still normal I guess. But he always has this smirk on his face when I’m with him and I can’t figure out why.”

Toga stops cleaning her blood-laced needle to give you a sly look, all fangs and glinting white.

“And Dabi?”

“What about him?”

She sits back on her haunches and cocks her head at you. “You really don’t know what’s happening here, do ya?”

“No,” you roll your eyes in exasperation. “But I’ll gladly take any theories here, since apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t get it.”

“He likes you.”

You gape at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.

“What? That’s crazy, he doesn’t like me, he hates me!” He can barely stand being in a room with me, all he does is talk shit and harass me.”

The blond curiously licks at a bead of red from the top of the weapon and you cringe when her own tongue rips from the sharp point.

“You say he can’t stand being in a room with you, so then why is it that he’s always there? He might talk shit, but he talks to you out of everyone else right? Regardless of if it’s something mean.”

You’re thoroughly flabbergasted. She had a point, but it was too much to wrap your head around. She cheerfully hums and gets up to flounce around the room, cleaning her already-tidy room up to a T.

“And that little silent treatment act you’re giving him isn’t helping either. I swear, Jin told me Dabi almost burned his mouth off that one day you, him and Spinner were talking about GTA. He totally cornered the poor guy and threatened his life if he didn’t stop talking to you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Am not. He wanted to do the same to Tomura but I figure he wants to keep his job, so he won’t. Doesnt make it any better for him when you’re all chummy with the one person Dabi can’t stand the most, though.”

No wonder your leader was so smug whenever you two were in the same room, your attention solely focused on him.

You run your hands down your face, moaning about the whole situation being fucked. It’s just your luck that you couldn’t take a clue, but to be fair, how could you? Being called worthless and a waste of space wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for flirty banter.

“Soooo what’re you gonna do now? I heard he’s gonna try talking to you for realsies like, tomorrow or something.”

“Tomorrow?” You yelp, jumping up to your feet. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I can’t face him!”

“Oops,” she giggles, twirling with outstretched arms around her room and falling down onto her bed.

“Oh god, I can’t do this. I don’t even know if I like him! He’s such an ass, and even when he tries to come off as normal he’s just so..unsettling. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good conversation with him.”

Toga props her elbow up to rest her chin on her hand, frowning in thought.

“Why not just tell him how you feel?”

You snort and fold your arms. “Yeah, because the psycho arsonist is really gonna take the word no well.”

“Hmm.. I see what you mean. Oh well, whatever you choose, I’ll support you!”

And with that she skips out of the room sing songing for Twice to make a clone for her.

You were fucked.

And sure enough, the next day he approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets and an almost bored look on his face.

“Yo newbie, I gotta talk to you for a second. Come with me”.

You look blearily up at him through eye bags and mussed hair, a direct telling of your sleepless night. Your stomach drops when you hear his words, but you nod your head and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself of the speech you practiced till the sun rose.

No one else is bothering you both today, Shigaraki having gone to visit All For One and the rest of the League left to their own devices. It was something you weren’t so comfortable with, but you doubted a hero would come to save you.

He leads you through the short winding hallways, each step of his growing louder and heavier as the space started growing smaller. Finally, he reaches a dimly lit room and stops outside the door, gesturing for you to go in with a casual wave of his patched wrist.

“After you.”

You raise an unsure eyebrow at his uncharacteristic show of consideration, and do as he says. You’re sweating bullets, fists balled so that your nails are digging into your palms, and vision going in and out of focus as your eyes begin to adjust to your surroundings.

A loud bang pulls you out of your stupor, and you whip around at the sound.

Dabi is already staring back at you with lidded eyes, leaning his weight against the door, his arms crossing over each other.

You shift on both feet, picking at your nails nervously.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

He says nothing, but just observes you, his head slightly tilted as if you were some abstract art piece.

“Dabi.”

“You got a lot of nerve, y’know that?”

He pushes himself off the wall and advances slowly towards you, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets.

You immediately back up with raised palms, sputtering indignantly at his offensive movements coming closer and closer. However you thought his ‘confession’ would go, this was most definitely not starting out like how you planned

“Excuse me? What’re you talking about-“

“I know what you’re doing. You think whoring yourself out to ol’ crusty and the rest of the guys here is gonna make everyone forget just how useless you actually are. What the fuck do you even do here? You fuck up half the missions which I have to come bail your ass out of, you constantly put us in jeopardy by being all friendly with everyone, and you can’t even keep your mouth shut when I need to let off a little steam, as I rightfully should.”

In a perfect world, Dabi would be the light of your eyes, the hero of your world. In a perfect world, Dabi would be able to hold your hand in his smooth one and tell you that he wants you so much that it impairs his rational judgement and makes him say things he doesn’t mean. He’d tell you that your presence is like a weight lifted off his chest, your presence means he doesn’t have to think or worry about the outside world, he just wants you all to himself without anyone interfering.

But this is not a perfect world, and Dabi is not a hero, but rather one of the worst villains.

So he does exactly what one does as a villain.

Instead of a loving look that he knows he’s incapable of, Dabi looks down into your horrified gaze as he traps you against the wall between his scarred arms, spewing misplaced venom at you.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to chill out. First you go ballistic on me ‘cause I talked to Tomura for no reason, then you act all weird and quiet as if you’re some decent person, and now you think you can just bring me in here and tell me how worthless I am? Go fuck yourself, seriously.”

You scoff and make your way to push him but stop when he does what he did a couple weeks ago. You hold bated breath as he casually brings an inflamed hand to scratch at his face as if he can’t feel the hellfire emitting from it, and let out a whine of distress as he lowers his head mere inches from yours, lips almost touching.

“Stop talking to the rest of the guys,” he breaths. “Stop smiling, laughing, or going near anyone who isn’t me.”

You wonder if he knows how insane he sounds. He does, but that’s nothing he doesn’t know already. If anything, it solidifies in his mind that if he is to be as bad as the world has made him out to be, then he is acting exactly fit for the role.

“Why?”

“I don’t need to give sluts like you a reason. It should come as easy, right? What’s putting out for one more person?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears now, your stoic facade showing cracks as you sniffle a little bit.

He eats it up and groans watching salty rivers cascade down your cheeks. Suddenly, he feels as though he can no longer hold back anymore, he feels as though if he thinks for one more second he’ll combust.

So, acting on instinct, he surges forward and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries of distress and holding your hands above your head in midst of them frantically beating on his chest.

Your lips are so, so soft compared to his and it’s making him sink deeper into this instinctual daze. He puffs against your writhing lips as he thrusts his hot tongue in your mouth.

You try to bite him but when his hands heat up against your skin you resign to your fate and wail, allowing him to pull his hips flush against yours and start humping your thighs.

He draws back and bites your lips, teeth clacking against yours as he does so. You open your terrified eyes and blanch when you see the look on his face.

Lust is clearly drawn everywhere, from his blown pupils to his heaving chest, all the way to his flushed face and wild eyes. He looks as though he’s about to eat you alive and it’s appropriate that you feel like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

“Dabi, wait, please stop-“

But he cuts your pants off again in favor of slamming his hips against yours again and grinding impossibly hard on your legs, the friction of his jeans catching on your clothed cunt and forcing a mewl out of you.

“I’m not gonna stop. I’ve had enough of you teasing. You’re mine now, and if it takes burning our dear leader alive and this whole place down for you to understand that then I’ll fucking do it.”

He thought that terrorizing you would ease the empty feeling in his heart, that continuously berating you would force him to see you as what he always said you were, just another empty headed cunt. He thought that distancing himself from you and focusing on other things would make him forget about the soft feelings he longed to share with you, feelings he thought perished in the fire he was in when he was a young boy .

Even now, there is an ache in his chest as he hears you beg for him to stop, to let you go, that you’re sorry for whatever you did.

But this is not a perfect world, and not everyone gets their way in life.

You should really learn that, because Dabi already has.

And so Dabi will act accordingly to what life has put out before him .

#dabi imagine #yandere dabi x reader #dabi smut #bnha imagines #bnha smut #mha smut #yandere dabi #tw: noncon #touya #bnha touya #touya todoroki #Dabi #dabi x reader

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lovee-infected · 4 years ago

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Hello! Recently I've seen a lot of twst blogs arguing on how twst characters are mischaracterized, especially Malleus. So do you have any ideas on how he is mischaracterized? Also, is it okay to ask for your general opinion on questions like a short character analysis or how a healthy a relationship with each twdt guy might be? Hope it's okay to ask!

For your first question anon, it's a GREAT thing to ask and to be honest I've been waiting for a chance to talk about him! And for your second one, yes, of course! I just love writing character analyis and it's totally okay to ask for character/personality/relationship analysis here! I've got a lot to say about Malleus so this is going to a detailed analysis about his whole personality.

There are commonly two popular opinions on how Malleus is which divides the fandom into two groups:

Group A:

Those who consider him to be an absolutely soft, baby dragon who just wants to be invited and have a friend. They believe that Malleus needs more attention and can be quite affectionate at the time, he can also be sometimes idiotic toward simple stuff like working with a computer or trying to talk with others which makes him even more adorable. "Despite Malleus's harsh and emo appearance and terrifying powers, Malleus is just a small baby inside," is also a common belief of this group.

Group B:

Those who argue that group A is totally shading everything important about Malleus's personality and true self just because he looks cute and plays with a childish tamagotchi. These group also comes up with rather strong points about his personality such as his status as a crown prince, his naturally dark personality as not only a dark fae but also Maleficent's grandchild, his maturity and cold nature and also, the aspect of his hellish powers which can make him look like an absolute monster at the time.

I believe most of you are familiar with these points of view but the question is, which one of them is the real Malleus?

And the answer is: Neither of them; yet both of them do have a point.

The main problem is how the fandom portraits him as either an emotional tamagotchi baby or an absolutely cold and heartless mister of evil, while the true Malleus is far beyond than just being either good, or bad.

Now let's discuss some of the important facts and common mistakes about Malleus's personality:

(1) Malleus isn't a baby, but he isn't a monster either

This is supposedly the main idea here which will be continued to be discussed through the rest of this analysis. This is often how many end up mischaracterizing him because: the way the describe Malleus is either too dark or too childish. What we need here, is a balance. This is the grandson of one of the most important Disney villains that we are talking about, and don't forget that Maleficent herself was confirmed to consume the powers of Hell, as she was indeed the mistress of all evil. So this dragon boy here surely isn't one to underestimate, and he clearly has inherited that hellish power of her grandmother. It's obviously seen through the story as well, from the way he was presented in chapter 2 and beans day event to how terrified other students always are to even talk about him.

But the thing is, there are softer aspects of his personality as well which prove that Malleus isn't just designed to present an undefeatable force of evil, and this is exactly what makes his personality a lot more interesting.

(2) Malleus is actually hard to approach and talk to

Let's be honest, Malleus isn't as soft and easy to befriend as many fans consider him to be. He doesn't get too friendly or chill as he speaks, and even his close allies like Silver and Sebek fail to get close to him as much as they wish to. When we talk about his dark aura, we aren't just talking about his horns and fearsome magic, it's also because of his personality itself. His calm yet cold tone always remains still regardless of who he's talking to. No need to mention that he isn't an ordinary student either, he not only comes from a well-known family but is also the crown-prince of valley of thorns. Out of all twst characters Malleus is the only one who is directly connected to the great seven by being Maleficent's grandson. His family and people on the other hand are overly protective over him, to the point of not letting him to even have a fake proposal in the ghost marriage event which means that Malleus has also got each and every of his actions under watch.

(3) He's slowly getting used to isolating himself

In his ceremonial robes story, he's obviously upset that he never had a chance to wear his ceremonial robes because he never got invited, but when Lilia says he'd one day overcome his ill fate and gets to wear them as he always wanted to, he says that he's fine. Then again when Lilia tried to bring him to the singing test in chapter 5 he avoids showing up. In his voice lines he also said: "Are you as well scared of me?" which is clearly shouting that he's no longer surprised to see people being afraid of him, he's getting used to being feared and at some point, hated. That's probably one of the bitter sides of his personality which he's slowly giving up on trying to change it.

(4) Malleus has got a great confidence and isn't shy at all

There many fanfics in which Malleus is presented as a shy boy who's scared of confessing to his s/o or asking them out, while he's the total opposite in reality. Just like Maleficent herself, he speaks calmly and in a formal tone, is very respectful as he speaks, and isn't one to ever have problem while talking to others.

It's others who always avoid talking to him while Malleus himself isn't the least uncomfortable with presenting his ideas and asking others for help when he needs to.

He isn't ever shy over his lack of ability to work with machines or asking others for help for seemingly childish issues like having his tamagotchi fixed or finding a friend for the GaoGao dragon.

The only thing left is how Lilia described him as "Kind of shy" in chapter five, which is most likely because of another reason discussed in part (3)

(5) He doesn't eat ice cream and play with a tamagotchi for no reason

Malleus explained that everything is ran by magic back in the valley of thorns and no one really uses any machines there, that's how he's pretty new to both technology and complicated tools.

I believe that the tamagotchi part was given to him on purpose, because else than showing the fact that he's bad with tools, it's great contrast to the harsh picture that his power and personality gives him!

Admit it, it's a funny and somehow, adorable contrast to see one of the strongest magicians who can burn the room to ashes in just a matter pf second playing with a children's toy. And I believe that it was given to him on purpose. They meant to give him some soft and cute features as well instead of just presenting him as an evil fae. He is indeed evil and his powers are terrifying, and that's how watching him play with a tamagotchi is rather surprising to many. If you saw Ortho or Cheka playing with one it wouldn't have gone any further than a simple "Awww" or "How cute" because it's something you'd expect to see from a kid, but when you see Malleus of all people playing with it, you can't help but to fascinated and flustered over how cute this fae's habits can be.

Ice cream on the other hand doesn't really have to do with cuteness, it's something Yana Toboso discovered while doing her researches on fae mythology which discuses that Dark faes enjoy cold and sweet foods, especially cream. So it doesn't really have anything to do with him being either a soft or a cruel boy, it's just a normal part of his nature as a fae.

(6) He might be crazily old to humans, but he's still pretty young as a fae

This one has really been getting on my nerves, come on people! It's true that he's probably been living for decades and possibly, centuries but don't forget that it isn't that much compared to a normal fae! Even Sebek calls him 'Young master' which means that he's still a pretty young one, no need to mention that he hasn't yet became the king either so he's not much different from the rest of the students in NRC.

I've seen people saying: "No Malleus won't do that he's -too old-" and I've got to say: What?

Come on even someone like Lilia who's been living for over 5 centuries can act like a nasty 14 year old at the time, so for faes at least, age isn't a limitation.

Malleus on the other hand is still a teenage fae! He needs to discover new things and talk with more people, just like a normal human being does. So if he doesn't enjoy doing anything too silly or stupid, it's because of his 'personality', not because he's too old. Even when tells Lilia that he isn't a child anymore, it's like how an 18 year old says it to his father.

(7) Malleus won't take insult easily

He is polite and respectful in general, but when he's offended, he'd seriously respond to it. Remember that a single swipe of hand from him can set the whole room on fire.

Rook and Leona were probably one step away from being burnt and when Leona really got on Malleus's nerves by humiliating him, Malleus stopped respecting him as a prince of an ally kingdom and humiliated back.

He is calm but to a specific point, and you can make sure that he won't be any soft or forgiving if you offend him, and it'll probably end in no good if he gets mad. So better not think that Malleus is one to just keep it in and later cry in a room because he's sad baby when someone dares insult him.

(8) Angelina Jolie's Maleficent has nothing to do with his story!

Nope, Malleus never had a lover who cut off his wings and sent him to a hell of depression and loneliness, and no you cannot find those two wounds on his back regardless of how romantic it may seem.

I admit it, it's a lovely Au, but it's JUST AN AU! I can still see people saying stuff like "Ohh!! Will we discover if Malleus too had his wings cut off in chapter 7?" and the answer is NO. While Angelina Jolie's Maleficent is surely a great one on its own, it needs be understood that twst's source of main information and characters designs is nothing else than the original Disney villains.

Malleus cannot be associated with any Maleficents else than the version we saw in 1959's sleeping beauty and it's an important fact to look through.

(9) Malleus is NOT Maleficent!

While they are a lot more similar than you can imagine(in both power and personality), let's not forget that Malleus is NOT Maleficent! He's a total new character on his own, and is unique in his own way.

He is twisted from Maleficent which means that no matter how similar they are, Malleus is a new character with a new personality.

Saying that he isn't soft at all and the fandom will see his true face when he overblots ( It's supposed to mean that the real Malleus is an absolutely evil and destructive one, just like Maleficent) is nothing different from denying all of Yana's hard work on designing him and his personality!

Malleus himself said that his grandmother's skills were far greater than his and most importantly: Malleus still has chance to have a better fate than Maleficent did.

Once again: He's still young! He still has a chance to be saved from turning into a heartless and isolated creature like Maleficent. No matter how cold he is, he hasn't yet got to the point of hating the whole world and losing all of his emotions. And that's why it's totally wrong to deny all the good that he might still have inside by saying that he isn't soft at all. He isn't a baby, but he isn't a monster either. Not yet.

(10) Even Lilia agrees that Malleus is still learning and his personality is in development

Can't you see? Malleus isn't attending to this school for no reason. His magic is already top notch, and his knowledge goes far greater than anything they might teach in NRC.

If you take a look at the story, you'll see signs of Lilia indirectly giving us signs of why Malleus still needed to attend to this school. In Malleus's SR robes' story, Lilia told him that he still has a lot to learn and knowledge isn't everything. And what might he find in NRC which has nothing to do with knowledge? People.

Lilia is trying to hold him back from isolating himself like Maleficent did, and is indeed trying to help him make friends and learn to get along with people without thinking that it's useless because they'd fear him anyway.

Also, he clearly wants Malleus to learn and experience new things in NRC by taking part in activities. In Malleus's Halloween SR story Lilia, who was always the one to choose Diasomnia's Halloween costumes, asks Malleus to choose this year's costume instead of him. Lilia first says that he wants Malleus to do it but later tells him that he has other reasons as well, he was trying to put Malleus into trying something new therefore he can have something learn from the experiment! (What a cute papa he really is...)

This is another proof of him not having the cold and unapproachable picture some imagine him to have, he isn't against experiencing and trying new things.

(11) He's still looking for a true friend

Malleus needs a friend, that's a fact. During his chats he mentions how Maleficent always had her loyal pet crow by her side as the only reliable creature she could always trust, and how Malleus wonders if he can ever find such a worthy ally of his own.

Even as he has Lilia, Silver and Sebek by his side he doesn't feel like he has such a friend.

People have been avoiding him through his whole life, and you can see how excited he got when Cater asked him for a selfie as he was one of the very first people who ever tried to approach him.

While he's slowly getting used to being feared by everyone, he'd still appreciate a friend and he needs one. Not even Maleficent herself could've made it all on her own without a friend by her side.

(12) Malleus isn't heartless

While he won't easily fall for anything or anyone, it isn't impossible for him to love.

We haven't yet seen anything that directly gets us to the point of love in the story but it's something you can tell through his actions and words.

When he cares for something or someone, he'd be serious about it.

Two obvious examples would be his tamagotchi and the ramshackle dorm. He'd certainly get out of his way to find someone to fix his dear tamagotchi and as we saw in the Halloween event, he furiously stated that he'd burn anyone who tries to the ramshackle dorm any harm, because he likes that place.

There isn't much he holds dear in life, but when he does, he won't let a single soul to take it away from him.

When he can be this protective over something that just entertains him, just try to imagine how far he might go to protect the one he loves. He falls in love very slowly and it'll probably take him a while to realize it if he actually does. He can begin with small interests and repeated meetings but at some point, it'll turn into a routine, an obsession. He won't easily fall in love, but when he does, he won't be able to easily let go of it either.

(13) His relationship with MC is far more important than you're thinking

Just by going through his voice lines, you can tell how MC is effecting Malleus's personality and life. I'm not saying that it's love or anything but the thing is, MC is changing Malleus nonetheless.

Their relationship has been a totally new thing for Malleus to experience from the very beginning, because MC didn't know him. Malleus is obviously used to being well-known as the infamous prince of the Draconia family by almost everyone, but MC was an exception.

He asked MC to talk to him and tell him stories, it can be clearly see that he enjoys talking to them.

He also mentioned that MC has made him feeling lots of things he hadn't felt before, which can also be connected to part (10) where we discussed how he's still young and needs more of communication and friends because he needs to learn.

Some argue that Malleus couldn't care less about MC and the only reason he shows up around them is because of the ramshackle dorm, which can be easily proven wrong by two hints:

1) Malleus sent a Happy holiday card to MC after the winter holiday.

2)What Malleus told Lilia at the end of the Halloween event stories after all the troubles that was brought upon the ramshackle dorm: "I want that human to enjoy Halloween too"

While it isn't necessarily romance that we're talking about, his relationship with MC is clearly telling us that he's a lot more of emotions and humanity inside him than what we were expecting.

At this point, it's important to see that in spite of his cold nature and mature personality he is slowly beginning to feel more and more emotions as the result of meeting newer people in NRC, especially MC. Saying that he is nothing but a heartless fae who is wrongly thought to be a soft and emotional boy is nothing different from judging him the same way as most of the people in twisted wonderland itself judge Malleus, it's important to see that he's a lot more.

His personality itself is surely amazing and as a Malleus hoe stan myself I can't wait to get more of his background in chapter 7, although it's probably going to be dark as well. They really did give his design a twist and that's how he's a balance of and menacingly powerful magician and a young boy who's just learning to deal with emotions.

For now, that's all I had in mind! Hope that I didn't miss anything. This was a general character analysis which also discussed some of the common mistakes about Malleus's personality but-

In case that you're wondering how he's being mischaracterized in reader insert fics, that'll be a totally different issue to discuss which would also need another post to be discussed through.

Small note: Just saying that there's often a dark lore to twst x reader fics (Especially for Malleus/ Leona x reader) which is usually better to be ignored while reading/writing for them...

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst theories #twisted wonderland theories #Twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #Character analysis #answered

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mandareeboo · 4 years ago

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SU Music Rankings

Bc I can and I wanna start some Disk Horse rip. These are all in order of preference, with explanations, etc. It’s a long bitch. That said, I’m not counting little short jingles or small joke songs like Little Butler. This is the meat and potatoes of SU music- just under 30 songs. I might do the rest if people like my takes lol.

I scored it mostly on three bases- how dear it was to my heart, how much/often I relisten to it, and also what it means to the plot. That said, little fun songs don’t automatically go farther down than big, plot-heavy songs either! It’s a strange little balance.

Special Note: I don’t dislike any of this music! I love SU and that includes its bumps and glitches. I just pick favorite children lol.

1.) Change

Was there ever a more Steven moment than when he wiped the blood off his face and kissed it into sparkles? I think not.

If “Be Wherever You Are” is an ode to young Steven, then this is teen Steven’s. Talking about change, and how much and how little it can do. How he holds his arms up for Spinel to hug him, so trusting. How he seems able to just. Break into soft tears at will, and not to be manipulative- it’s just his kind nature. The warmth in his voice. Fuck yesssss.

2.) Change Your Mind

This song is only fifty five seconds and it’s EVERYTHING to me. It really felt like someone was speaking the words I’d always held deep inside of me, unsure of how to say. It feels like a goodbye to someone who never really loved me.

As much as I enjoyed Future, if this was the finale of SU, I would’ve been perfectly okay with that.

3.) Drift Away

This song gave me legitimate shivers the first time I heard it, and it still haunts me to this day. Spinel stayed, and waited, and all she got was a transmission thousands of years later. Fuck.

4.) Here We Are In The Future

THE MOVIE IS SU AS ITS BEST AND I WON’T BE SWAYED ON IT. Steven being a teen who loves his weird family but is growing just a bit sarcastic to their drama. The adorable love he and Connie share. His slow realization that he will always be working, always have things to do, is both somber and real. The Crystal Gems won’t be safe with one epic battle. They’ll be safe with years of hard work and love. HIS LITTLE HANDSHAKE WITH AMETHYST.

This is a helluva bop and a great way to summarize the main character’s backstories.

5.) Let’s Only Think About Love

Did ya’ll know that Zach Callison killed his throat with that last note? He gave his all for this performance in a vocal range he no longer comfortably do and by god did it SHINE. The FLAIR. The FORESHADOWING. All of the Gems all being awkward about Rose and Steven trying to bring them to the present. Peridot having a mini-existential crisis in a cute yellow dress. I love Zach Callison’s normal singing voice but man is that a fucking bop. Nothing will ever beat it.

6.) Here Comes A Thought

This bad boy helped me out a LOT with some mental issues I was dealing with in high school. I was unmedicated, unsupervised, and full of anxiety. I’d have break downs when I tried to speak about certain things. I couldn’t function. This song inspired me. It helped me feel okay with my intrusive thoughts.

And the episode! -chef’s kiss-. Once again bringing up the morally gray area of training child soldiers. Connie expanding her social group. Steven’s trauma hauling ass in that second half. The ANIMATION. Stevonnie’s gorgeous singing voice. GOD yes.

7.) It’s Over Isn’t It?

Just barely squeaking above Stronger Than You, this ballad is everything gorgeous. The whole episode is. I think Mr. Greg stands in the top five of my episodes for the entire show. It even got nominated!

There’s just so much about this song that I love. The gentle melancholy of Pearl’s voice. How the crew had to redo the shots for this bit bc Deedee went so fucking hard. The hard cuts between Pearl, remembering the love of her life, and Steven, who has begun to feel like he took her away. I’d recommend this song to anyone, regardless of what they do or don’t know about SU, simply bc it tugs so many heartstrings of love, loss, and responsibility.

8.) Stronger Than You

Did you realize this episode aired SEVEN years ago? This bitch was what got me into SU! Hearing about Ruby and Sapphire made my little gay heart so happy inside, and then getting a whole song confirming that they were a couple, that their love powered the strongest Gem on the team? Aaaaaaaaa

To this DAY I get excited when I hear Estelle start singing. This song is timeless. This song will live in media history. God I fucking love this song.

9.) Other Friends

I’m not the biggest musical person, so I hadn’t heard of Sarah Stiles before her casting as Spinel, but JESUS CHRIST the lady went hard. She went SO fucking hard. Sarah Stiles started on 100 and somehow just kept CLIMBING. You can just hear the sheer manic energy building in her voice, the anger and resentment. 10/10 Sarah Stiles is a queen.

10.) Independent Together

This made the list entirely bc the crew was like “you’re gonna get a himbo ass Steven-Greg fusion singing with Opal while Garnet flies across the moon on Lion while floating” and I am forever thankful to them for it

11.) Who We Are

Bismuth deserved more songs. ‘Nuff said.

12.) Peace and Love (On the Planet Earth)

It Could’ve been Great is EASILY one of my favorite s2 episodes. I love the entire concept of this song. Of Steven making music to reflect how much Earth means to him and his family. Of him teaching Peridot some self-care. Also Peridot’s singing voice is really cute and squeaky.

I know it’s silly, but I would’ve really enjoyed a flip around of this in Future! Like Peridot reminding Steven how much he loves music, that he needs to take time to relax for himself, maybe with a new verse or just a remix of the original song!

13.) Something Entirely New

I watched this episode as it aired, and I legitimately almost cried. I love Charlyne Yi’s voice so much ya’ll- her raspy, not perfect singing voice against Sapphire’s deep soothing lull is great.

And to have Ruby and Sapphire’s meeting be the way it was- for Ruby to bemoan Sapphire losing Homeworld, to being stuck with a single Ruby, while Sapphire is a noble who has always been taught everyone in her “caste” is vitally important (and has, in her own mind, taken that to mean every Gem, as she should) and how they come together and make each other happy. Good shit good shit.

14.) I’m Just a Comet

The fact that Greg’s music career never really blasted off pisses me off to this day bc Tom Scharpling’s voice is fucking BUTTER. Also the song really feels like a jab at his parents now that we know the kind of dynamic he had growing up. “This life in the stars if all I’ve ever known” is definitely him wiping away their existence after reminding them (and himself) the things they used to say about him.

15.) Do It For Her

This episode. This fucking episode. This episode got me permanently hooked on SU. I’d just binged season 1 and was kinda meh about it overall after the bop of Stronger Than You. “Oh,” I thought to myself, foolishly, “I’ll probably just casually watch this from time to time.”

Like three days later Sworn to the Sword aired and that was it. I was hooked! Pearl’s gentle training song turning darker and darker, Connie’s accompaniment from nervous to determined to fully into such a toxic mindset. The fact that SU had the BALLS to discuss the repercussions of training child soldiers, now and later. This episode was everything to me, STILL is everything to me.

Six years and well over 100 fanfics written later, I think it’s safe to say this show swallowed me whole and never let go.

16.) System/Boot.pearl_final(3)

I debated putting this on the list because it’s not anything crazy important, just a way to show things are Wrong, but I had to do it entirely bc Pearl is so damn SALTY.

Like telling us about the Gems makes sense, she felt like she was given a duty, but she went so damn petty. WHY is that Ruby alone. Gross. This Amethyst is a trash dump. Wtf are you people.

17.) Full Disclosure

This episode really feels like a turning point for SU. Before, the show had its dark moments- but now we’re in the thick of it, and it’s not going away. Full Disclosure felt like an rebuff to the idea of returning to any normal we’d established in season 1. Gems are actually a giant species now. Gems tried to kill us now. There’s this Yellow Diamond bitch who got namedropped. Something about a Cluster.

The song itself is BALLER, with its ingenious use of Steven’s ringtone and photos as he tries to decide whether to clue in Connie on all this nonsense. Meanwhile we, the audience, already know damn well Connie about to yeet some common sense into him.

18.) What’s the Use of Feeling Blue?

I’mma admit it- I’m a Yellow Diamond stan. I’ve always loved her- her anger, her poise, her hardworking nature. I actively argued against the “Yellow Shattered Pink” theories back in the day. But, man, when this arc leaked? I got so overexcited I was too jittery to watch it for like two days. It’s easily my favorite arc of the series. The sheer alien nature of the zoo, the Famethyst, and absolutely Patti Lupone’s beautiful ballad. Goddamn. Yellow singing to Blue to try and help her regain her old status, the warble in her voice as she reminds Blue she misses Pink too, the movement of the bubbles as she talks about attack. It gives me shivers to this day. FUCK.

19.) Tower of Mistakes

This is, fun fact, that only SU song I have completely memorized. The story itself is kinda funny! See, we lost internet at my house for a solid 5 to 6 months when these episodes aired, so I only got a very brief window to view them all. But this was the first Amethyst song in a long while, and I didn’t want to forget it! So I keep replaying it in my head for ages. And that’s still definitely a thing.

Anyway will never not be sad that this entire song was about making it up to Garnet for Amethyst’s perceived slights with Sugilite (which was a two-way road), only for Garnet to pressure her into fusion later when pissed and never discuss it again bc Garnet probably never thought twice about it and Amethyst has the emotional openness of a clam that’s just been told its ugly. Helluva way to make someone feel like shit, G. Helluva way to bottle that shit, Ames.

20.) On the Run

I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times: Amethyst! Needed! More! Songs!

The dichotomy between Steven’s play and Amethyst’s honest desire to run away from home is so well-done, especially when you consider a lot of Steven and Amethyst’s actions are playing together. The song is also near and dear to me simply bc it’s my favorite Amethyst episode to exist (well, maybe second to What’s Your Problem, but not by much). Moments like these are all the proof I need that they were right to fuse first.

21.) Be Wherever You Are

This tune really just feels like an ode to who Steven was as a kid. Trapped on an island with no way home, and he’s just happy to be with his friends. The stars are beautiful and not oppressive. Also that one animatic with Lars and the Off Colors playing in the Homeworld Kindergarten to this music was iconic and made this song get stuck in my head for a solid month.

22.) Familiar

I ADORE how the crew use bright neon colors to show how alien Homeworld can be. And Steven recognizing that the Diamonds treat him how the CGs used to, and how prepared he is to “fix” a broken family. It’s a soft, gentle tune about melancholy. Also the Pebbles are beautiful.

23.) Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart

Such a cute little love ballad, but every time I listen to it now I just imagine the heart attack Rose must’ve had at the line “And if we look out of place/Well, baby, that's okay/I'll drive us into outer space.” like there’s a Vietnam war flashback if I ever heard one

24.) What Can I Do?

I’m kind of neutral on this one? Rose and Greg both have great voices, but the song itself lacks many lyrics. I think it was definitely a good way to show Rose’s flaws in thinking.

Also, I’m shocked they managed cram that much vaguely sexual innuendo into two minutes, followed by how Not Hetereo that dance between Rose and Pearl was, and not get their asses chewed by it. You go guys.

25.) Cookie Cat

I love a lot of the vibes this song has. The lyrics are so damn prophetic, but they also sound like the kind of weird 90s commercials I grew up on. It’s been like two decades since I saw the Shirley Temple commercial but I’ll be damned if I don’t remember “Animals crackers in my soup! Monkey and rabbits loop-de-loop.”

26.) Giant Woman

I am. NOT the biggest fan of Steven’s original singing voice. I feel bad saying that, since it was just Zach Callison as a kid, but he never jived well with me for some reason. So I wouldn’t listen to this on the fly.

The song itself is still really good though, with all sorts of fun animation of Amethyst and Pearl being bitchy to each other. It’s a bit sad in hindsight to see tiny Steven trying to get his moms to get along. Ahh, season 1.

27.) Strong in the Real Way

This song has SUCH a strong start. Pearl reflecting on Sugilite’s problems, but the show making sure to show us that Pearl’s lack of enthusiasm towards her also lends itself to jealousy as well as just general malaise. How much she cares about Steven, and wants him to grow up strong.

And then Steven just kinda. Ruins it? I appreciate his enthusiasm for tryna bulk up but to take what was starting as such a rich, personal song and broadcasting it to random strangers just makes me a bit sad. Almost a bit angry on her behalf?

28.) That Distant Shore

I KNOW this is gonna create some discourse, but I’m just not the biggest Lapis stan. I love her voice. I love the visuals of the song. And I get why she felt afraid and needed to flee.

But Lapis never got to take responsibility for her own actions. And, in the end, the song feels hollow to me- because we all know she’ll never talk to anyone about it, know she’ll burst back in and destroy the barn, and no one will ever question it. I like Lapis a lot, but I feel like her arc never was fully finished. She never got help. She never learned to feel safe.

29.) Dear Old Dad

I’ve yet to meet a single human being who likes this episode tbh. There’s some great discussion about what kind of parent Greg is from it, and what kind of dynamic he has with the Gems that he felt he had to fake an injury to hang out with his son. Honestly the first half was fine and dandy. It’s just that then they Greg just went out of his way to drag Steven away from missions and such. It never jived well with his character before or after.

Also, is it just me, or does Zach himself sound like he hates the song as he sings it? There’s no passion or heart in his voice. It sounds like they told him to read off cue cards and he did. Tom Scharpling’s best attempts didn’t save this one for being a skipper. But the episode, unfortunately, isn’t, so it gets a spot on here.

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kiranogareru · 4 years ago

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STAR GAZING

WARNING: Language, but this is all fluffyyyy

A/N: I present to you, my first requested work. Dedicated to @mysticmaee I apologize for taking so long, I hope this meets your expectations. Enjoy and again I'm so so sorry it took me so long

Y/n and Bakugou -as much as he refuses to admit it- have been pretty good friends for a while and they recently started dating

Katsuki is well aware of the fact that he isn't all that good at this whole relationship thing!

He knows how a relationship is supposed to be like, he's read all those things about them in novels before and even though they appeared unrealistically perfect to him, Bakugou couldn't help but compare himself and feel inferior to those fictional men and their romancing abilities!

He has observed how well Y/N seems to be fitting the role of a girlfriend and has taken mental notes of the way she always shows him how she feels, whether that's through words or affectionate little gestures, such as simply holding his hand!

Bakugou has never really been the type for physical contact, one could even say he is quite touch starved in all honesty, which makes him a little bit timid to show her his appreciation that way, since it makes him feel uncomfortable and it gives him this weird fluttery feeling inside

The blonde thinks back to the short time they have shared as a couple and how sweet Y/n has been to him, even before, when they were just friends and he insisted on pushing her away!

Bakugou is suddenly left dumbstruck, when he comes to realize that he never even asked her out properly! She just kind of blurted out her feelings and he simply claimed her as his..and by his, he means his one weakness, but of course it goes without saying that he would never reveal that!

He then decides that he wants to try harder. He knows he can do better 'I can be the best boyfriend she's ever had, I'll be her number one!' he tells himself

'She put so much effort into approaching me and I know I made it even more difficult -I can't help it, that's just how I am- but the least I can do is put in just as much effort, it's only fair!'

He doesn't want to be a shitty boyfriend, because for 1 he knows that's not what she deserves and 2 he's the best, he's not one of those stupid extras, who would let her slip right through their fingers!

'It's time I finally lowered my defenses' he thinks, although he's still hesitant of showing his softer side and unsure of what that can possibly lead to

Katsuki walks in silence as he rakes his brain for a way to make it up to Y/n for the way he's been so far.

It's not like he's treating her bad or anything, as a matter of fact he is at his calmest when he's around her and all he does is admire the way her beautiful e/c eyes sparkle when she's focused on something she enjoys, or how her face lights up when she's happy, or he revels in the taste of her lips against his own whenever they share an unexpected kiss!

This warm feeling spreads throughout his chest and blood rushes to his cheeks, tinting them with a shade of pink, at the thought of the memories!

That's when it hits him and the perfect idea pops up in his head. If he's learnt anything from romance novels, it's the fact that every relationship starts with a date!

And that's something they haven't done yet, which gives Katsuki the opportunity to change that!

"Katsu?" Y/n stops in her tracks, making him break out of his trance and do the same

"You zoned out, is everything ok?" She asks with a soft smile, placing a hand on his cheek

"Tch, everything's fine dumbass, I'm just thinking" Bakugou returns the smile, resting his hand at the back of her neck, gently pulling her head closer and leaning in to leave a chaste kiss on her forhead

Y/n is left speechless and her cheeks burn up at the sudden action, Bakugou doesn't usually behave this way, especially not in public!

'I don't know what he's been thinking about, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with this adorable change' She ponders

Y/n is quick to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his chest, inhaling the scent of burnt caramel and cologne -something that she's grown so accustomed to, that it now brings her comfort

Bakugou's eyes widen in surprise and he lets out a breath as he relaxes, bringing one hand to her head as his other one makes it's way to her back to hold her close

They stand there in each other's embrace for a bit, before they decide to continue their walk to the dorms, hand in hand

•••

Once they reach the dorms, they catch the attention of a few of their classmates and friends. It's only logical though, since a smiling Bakugou Katsuki is not a sight one could easily miss!

The rest of the day goes by pretty quick as usual, since everyone is studying either alone or in groups, but once that's out of the way most of the students normally spend their free time by engaging in their hobbies of choice

While Y/n is hanging out with Jirou in the purple haired girl's room, singing and having a good time, Bakugou takes that chance to go to the kitchen and set his plan in motion

He has all the time he needs to prepare a few things for later

While the ruby eyed boy is in the middle of cooking, Sero walks into the kitchen, Kaminari following close behind him

"Kacchan?!" Kaminari exclaims in surprise

"Hm?" Katsuki turns around and realizes he has an audience

"How come you're cooking today?" Sero questions in confusion

It's not uncommon for the explosive boy to cook for his classmates, but he had done so just a few days ago already, that's what didn't sit right with Sero

"All of you extras cook like shit, tonight we're having some actual food!" Bakugou's voice remains low in volume, but his usual aggression is evident in his tone

"It smells amazing, what is it?" Sero technically drooling as he walks over to check

"I bet it's something spicy!" Kaminari declares, knowing his friend's taste

"Damn right Dunce Face! Let's hope you idiots can handle it this time! Tch" Bakugou tries to mask the smile forming on his face with his signature, cocky, smirk

"Kaminari.." Sero gives the electric blonde a look

"I know right!" Kaminari laughs, returning the look

"What are you idiots on about?" Bakugou raises an eyebrow

•••

As soon as the table is set and dinner is served, the students pick up on something unusual

"Hm? Where did Bakubro go?" Kirishima points out, while looking around the room

Kaminari and Sero stand back to back with a hand on their chin and wearing a knowing expression of confidence on their faces! The sparkles surrounding them are technically visible at this point

"What do you know? Spill the tea!" Mina interrogates with a pointed look

"Has anyone seen Y/n? I thought I saw her come downstairs earlier.." Jirou asks, seemingly popping up out of nowhere

"They are probably fu-" Sero wraps Mineta up using his tape with an unbothered face

"Shut up you nasty grape!" He scolds "They are on a date! We are sure of it!" He continues pridefully

"Who knew Bakugou could be so good with the ladies, right!" Kaminari comments, almost in disbelief

Meanwhile Y/n is comfortably sitting on a blanket behind the dorms with Bakugou. The night air feels cool on her skin, but not cold enough to give her goosebumps. It is rather refreshing if anything

They place their now empty dishes on the tray that's sitting in front of them and Bakugou pushes it aside

"That was delicious!" A look of content spreading on her features

"Hm, of course it was!" He cocky voice sounds. A winning smile playing on his lips

"Katsuki, this is so sweet..thank you" Y/n softly speaks, tilting Bakugou's head slightly with a hand on his cheek and leaving a feather-like kiss on the other

"You don't need to thank me dumbass..you deserve it!" His tone calm and loving

Bakugou lifts his hand and places it over her smaller one that is resting on his face

They lie down on the blanket, eyes staring at the wide night sky, littered with sparkling gems

"That one reminds me of you!" The excitement clear in her voice as she points at the sky

"How can a star remind you of me dumbass?" His laughs in amusement

"The way it shines looks like an explosion, it's powerful and beautiful!" Her explanation flusters the blonde momentarily, but he gathers himself and starts looking for the perfect star

"That one right there is you then!" He gestures towards it

"Is it now? How can a star remind you of me eh?" She teases

"It stands out, it's so bright and has such a stong presence!"

"Katsu..you idiot" She murmurs feeling bashful

"Huh who are you calling an idiot, idiot?"

Y/n intertwines her hand with his and Bakugou tenses up!

He still isn't used to the gentle gesture, since he has always perceived his hands as weapons, however as he eases into it he starts rubbing small circles on the back of her hand with his thumb

"This side of you is so soothing, so intoxicating~" She smiles before continuing

"I'm so lucky to be the one who gets to see you so peaceful..Dynamite" He is caught off guard by the mention of his hero name, which only she knows this far

The first reaction that comes to his mind is to kiss her and his body acts just as fast, pulling both her and himself to sit up and doing exactly that

His lips connect to hers in an uncharacteristically slow and passionate kiss! It is as if Bakugou is pouring everything that he can't put into words in this kiss!

He pulls away with his confidence restored

"Do you want to be mine?"

"I'm my own person idiot and we're already dating!" She laughs, knowing what he meant, but wanting to mess with him regardless

"I know that dumbass! You think I would date some sort of weakling?" He asks matter-of-factly

"I'm already yours and you're all mine!" She boasts

"Damn right!" Bakugou cups her face in one hand, tilting it upwards and leaning down slightly to capture her lips with his once more

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imherongraystairstrash · 4 years ago

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I know you write about relationships in TLH and TID that are rarely/seldom touched on in the books or extras, but I wanted to know if you would consider a Christopher and Thomas Lightwood fic. Maybe the first time they are both in the lab and Thomas experiences the first of the many explosions which Kit unintentionally created. You could follow it up with another scene: Thomas pointing out to Christopher what had led up to the explosion (a misidentified component or measurement).

Of course! I absolutely adore the Lightwood cousins! I put a tiny bit of all of them in this fic, but it's mostly focused of Thomas and Kit :)

Thomas and Kit:

Thomas’ sisters have been giggling for what felt like days. Not only giggling, but they kept pestering him, asking about what men fancied the most in women.

Oh, Tommy, do men like shorter hair or longer hair?

Do men prefer a woman who speaks softly or says what’s on her mind?

Thomas would always say the same thing: I don’t know.

Because, really, he didn’t. He’d never thought of women in that way, though the angel knew he’d tried. He simply couldn’t. His mind told him to like one thing, but his heart said otherwise. It was frustrating. And very confusing.

“Why can’t you just be yourselves?” Thomas said. “Who cares what the men think?”

They giggled again, which made Thomas furrow his eyebrows.

“Don’t you understand, Tom? You have to lure them in by attracting their attention, and then, once you have them wrapped around your finger—”

“Then, you can show your true colors.” Barbara finished.

“That’s a terrible idea.” Thomas said. “You’re just wasting your time.”

They both shook their heads in perfect synchronization.

“He’s too young.” Eugenia said.

“And innocent.” Barbara replied.

Thomas rolled his eyes as they giggled again, and began discussing possible bachelors.

Thomas could only tolerate two minutes before he felt suffocated and stood up, frustrated.

“Wait, we still need you.” Eugenia said.

“Where are you going, Tommy?” Barbara asked.

“Out.” He snapped, taking his coat from the hanger and tugging it on. He let the door close behind him, ignoring his urge to slam it, and quickly made his way down the steps of his house.

The cold air bit into his skin and made its way to his neck and down his back. He silently cursed his sisters for making him leave in such a rush that he forgot to take his scarf.

Thomas walked down the streets of London, letting movement cool his head.

He was tired of the world. Angry at it. The way his sisters embraced it and tried their very best to be a part of it. The way it would force him to live his life differently, with someone he could never truly love.

He wished it would disappear, leave him alone, and yet it was always there, floating over his head like a shadow.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, and briskly crossed the street.

Most days, Thomas missed Idris; walking barefoot through the forest and simply being outside in the clean, rich air. In Idris, if he wanted to be alone, he could. He could lay on the grass and fill his lungs with it’s wonderful scent, or climb a tree and hum melodies of his own creation. Of course, he liked the fact that in London, he could be with his friends, but there are some things even friends can’t quite help with. His friends could calm his mind the way the soft breeze that ruffled his hair or singing of birds could.

Thomas didn’t realize where he was going until he was standing in front of his Aunt and Uncle’s house.

He knocked on the door, and when nobody answered, he shrugged and opened it.

He made his way through the house, poking his head in certain rooms, trying to find one of the residents. It was usually quiet today. He looked into the parlor and found Cecily with her back to him. She was swaying back and forth, her hair falling from it’s bun.

“Hello, Aunt Cecy.” Thomas said.

Cecily turned, and smiled when she saw him. Her eyes had bags under them, as she and Uncle Gabriel were very tired these days, the reason for which was soundly snoozing in Cecily’s arms. Thomas’ new baby cousin, Alexander (whom Kit had informed Thomas was very loud) apparently has lungs of steel. Cecily had said she looked like a raccoon these days, but Thomas thought she still looked as pretty as always. “Oh, hello Thomas. Have you come to see Christopher?” She asked, rearranging Alex’s blanket.

Thomas nodded, “is he here?”

“In his room. He’s been awfully quiet today.” She said, simply. Then she furrowed her eyebrows, as if realizing what she’d just said.

“Do make sure he's not partaking in something foolish while you’re there, Thomas, would you?”

“Yes, Aunt.” Thomas said, making his way up the stairs.

He hadn’t wanted to come any closer to his baby cousin, for fear that he’d wake him, and Aunt Cecy would have to put him to sleep again.

Thomas waved at Uncle Gabriel as he passed him in the study, as he walked down the hall. Gabriel waved back half-heartedly, as if the life had been sucked out of him.

When Thomas opened the door to Christopher’s room, he found him bent over the table in his room.

“You’re going to hurt your back if you stand like that.” Thomas said as a way of greeting.

His cousin looked up immediately.

“Shut the door,” he hissed.

Surprised and confused, Thomas did so, and Kit straightened.

“What ho! How wonderful that you are here, Tom. I was working on something fascinating.”

“Is it related to science in any way, because last time you tried something like it, you blew up one of Henry’s walls.”

“That was because I made a simple mistake.” Kit said, with a wave of his hand. “This time it’s different.”

Thomas wasn’t very convinced. He noted Kit’s askew cravat, his tousled hair, his glasses that sat crooked on his nose and his wide-eyed gaze and concluded that his cousin has officially lost his head.

“Why did you look like I’d committed the largest sin on the planet when I left the door open?” Thomas said, deciding to change the subject.

Kit scowled. “Alexander.”

Thomas blinked. “You’ll have to be a little bit more specific than that.”

“Any small amount of noise and Alexander will cry for hours.” Christopher said, scrawling something on a paper. “At least this way I don’t have to hear the racket so much.”

“Oh,” Thomas said.

“I don’t know why Mum and Dad even wanted another baby. They’re demonic creatures.”

“I thought you liked Alex.”

“When he didn’t cry so much.” Kit said, rather darkly.

Thomas had never seen his cousin so…gothic? Not only was he strangely gothic, but he has also thrown himself into science experiments, which didn’t settle well with Thomas. It was as if he were a mad scientist and Thomas, who’d read Frankenstein, didn’t think those two words were ever a good combination.

He cast an uneasy glance at Kit, who was biting his bottom lip as he combined two solutions.

“Kit, what are you even trying to accomplish?”

“Oh, erm, actually, I don’t know. I’m just observing what will happen if you combine— Oh, that’s not good,” Kit said.

“What’s not good?” Thomas asked, just as a large explosion answered the question for him.

“What the Hell was that?!” They heard Gabriel’s frantic voice call from the hall, just as Alexander began wailing and Cecily let out a noise that started out as frustration, then became something halfway between confusion and worry. Christopher, covered in soot, simply stared, dumbfounded, at the place where the vial had once been.

“Erm…” Thomas said, unsure of how to answer the question his uncle asked.

Not that it mattered, as Gabriel burst into the room a few seconds later. Much like his son, he blinked and just stared at the explosion site for the moment it took Cecily to come inside with a red faced Alexander in her arms. The latter was rubbing at his puffy eyes with his small fists, clearly not happy to have been woken up from his nap in such a way.

“Christopher Gideon Gabriel Lightwood, what in the name of Raziel have you done?” Cecily said, not hysterically, like most parents might ask, but more so weary, as though she wasn’t entirely surprised by the fact that there was an explosion in her residence on a Sunday morning.

Kit shrugged, still staring at the explosion site.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Thomas said, “but are these chemicals toxic? Shouldn’t we be evacuating?”

And for the first time in Thomas’ life, he saw his Uncle Gabriel and Aunt Cecily exchange a wide-eyed expression before Cecily ordered them all out of the room and briskly led them down the hallway.

She knocked on Anna’s door as they passed it. “Cariad, make haste, we’re evacuating the house.”

“Why?” Anna asked in a bored and strangely breathless voice, as if she were dancing.

“Your brother caused an explosion. Did you really not hear it?” Gabriel said.

“Oh, that’s what that was?”

“Yes, now come outside before you start glowing in the dark from the toxic fumes.” Cecily said firmly.

Anna groaned. “Alright. Let me get dre— I mean, I’ll be right down.”

Cecily sighed and continued down the hall.

…

Thomas waited outside with the Lightwoods, Anna climbing out of her window a short while later, not bothering to straighten her simple dress as she landed. If either Gabriel and Cecily were by any means surprised by Anna’s exit, neither remarked upon it. Nor did they mind that Anna was barefoot or that her wavy hair was unbound, waving in the wind like an ebony banner.

Gabriel and Cecily were simple folk, in that sense. They didn’t waste time trying to make their children conform to society, they just let them roam free.

Well, except for now, as they were scolding Kit, Cecily forbade him from any sort of experimentation within their house. They may differ from parents in many ways, but they were still parents, regardless.

Anna slumped down beside Thomas, watching the house.

“Another day, another dollar in the Lightwood residence.” Anna said mournfully.

Thomas just stared blankly ahead.

“One of these days, Tom, I’m going to get my own flat.”

Thomas nodded.

“And you can have my room here.” Anna said.

Thomas snorted. “Your room is pink. Very pink.”

Anna pressed her lips together. “Believe me, I’m aware.”

When Kit was done being scolded, he came over to them. Anna patted the grass next to where she was sitting and Kit plopped down beside her.

“How angry are they?” Anna asked.

Kit just frowned.

“At least they’re not disappointed.” Anna said, ruffling his hair.

Kit just pressed his lips together, identical to the way his sister had done shortly before. Anna and Kit looked very alike, despite their coloring. They always denied it, of course, just as Thomas always denies it when others say that he looks like his sisters.

“Well, you two are a dull bunch.” Anna said, getting up. “If neither of you are going to talk, I might as well leave.”

They watched her go to her father, most likely making a joke as she walked and despite everything that happened, Gabriel chuckled.

Kit scooted closer to Thomas, who put a hand on his cousin’s back.

“Maybe next time, you should study the chemicals better.” Thomas said, “see how they react to other chemicals. I don’t think spontaneity is something scientists encourage.”

Kit looked up.

“And maybe don’t do it in your room?” Thomas said.

Christopher nodded.

Thomas looked straight ahead, and they sat in a comfortable silence.

“Do you really hate Alex?” Thomas asked after a while.

“Not really.” Kit said. “He is just vexing sometimes.”

Thomas huffed a laugh. “I feel the same about Genia and Babs sometimes, if that makes you feel better.”

“I still like Alex, though.”

Thomas hummed. “Yes, I still love my sisters too.”

Thomas leaned back on his hands and closed his eyes. He may not be in Idris, but at least he still had his family. He may be different and the rest of the world might shun him, but at least his parents would still love him.

At least he was alive, and though sometimes it wasn’t always perfect, life was still good.

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messers-moony · 4 years ago

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Comics 2 | A.G

Paring: Aidan Gallagher X Fem!Reader

Summary: Aidan meets an unusually pretty girl at a library while trying to find a textbook for school

Warnings: Cursing

Years later, Aidan and Y/n were now twenty-five. All these years and Aidan hadn’t seen her since he gifted her the comic book when they were just twenty. All these years later and he still loved her.

He left a bookmark in there on purpose, one with his number, but yet, she never called. It made his mind wander. Why wasn’t she calling? Maybe she wasn’t fond of calling, but even then, she never texted either.

A certain feeling of defeat lingered in his heart. Maybe she didn’t like him like that. Her words were stuck in his mind; they lagged in his head like a broken record every time he was to fall asleep.

“ Y/n L/n. Remember it. “

Why was he to remember it? She was a comic book artist, for Christ's sake, not an upcoming actress. As far as he knew, there would never be a significance to her name. A new Netflix show was in the making, another one based on comic books.

Of course, Aidan got the call. The call was a producer begging him to audition for the leading role. He would be perfect for this role, swore the producer. Aidan was hesitant but did it anyway.

Aidan wasn’t the only one in the audition room, of course, but he was only here because of the pleading the producer did. He auditioned, and that was that. Within a week's notice, they would notify him.

On his way home, he stopped by a library, the very same library he met the girl at. Sighing, he walked to the comic book section and picked up the series of comics. There were five in the series, and he bought all of them.

He walked home with a backpack filled with his belongings and now new comic books. Walking into his apartment, he unzipped his bag and took out the first comic. The male ignored who wrote and illustrated it. It didn’t really matter. Did it?

The brunette read through the first comic and was hooked almost immediately. He read through them relatively quickly, and when he finished, he was agitated. The books were completed on a cliffhanger, only leading him to assume there had to be a sixth book soon.

Three days went by, and Aidan couldn’t help but reread the comic books for a more thorough analysis. The more he read, the more he saw how similar he and the main character was.

Everything down to the hair, the dimples, the smile, and the eyes were the exact same. The mannerisms being almost identical scared him. But he realized why the producer begged him for this role. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said Aidan was the perfect candidate for it.

He finished the series a second time and stared at the cover. That’s when he realized it and then began to scold himself for how dense he could possibly be.

“ Written and Illustrated by Y/n L/n “

We’re the words written across the top of the book. That’s why the main character was so similar to him, because the girl who wrote it knew who he was. She was observant, hella observant.

Within a week's notice, as promised, Aidan got a call saying he got the role and they would fly him to New York to begin filming. He’d be leaving in a month, probably the least amount of notice he’s been given before filming a show.

Nonetheless, the month went by faster than you could blink, and he was on a plane to New York. The set was much bigger than he imagined and made his way to the producers.

“ Aidan, you came! How wonderful! “ The producer from the phone exclaimed happily, “ My names Alex. I’m so ecstatic you came. “

Alex put his hand out to shake, which Aidan accepted politely, “ I assume you’ve read the comics by now? “ A familiar voice queried.

“ I have, actually. “ Aidan replied, turning around to be met with the dyed-haired female, “ I told you, remembering my name would come in handy. “ Y/n winked.

Aidan snickered, “ Why make your main character almost exactly like me? “ Aidan questioned, fully serious, “ Because Gallagher, you’re intriguing. You also seem to attract the best audience. Not to mention you always put on a show. “ Y/n said with prominent confidence.

The way his last name rolled off her tongue almost made him faint. He adored her and wanted her to be his. Now that she was here, he’d do anything in his power to make her his.

“ So you’re using me to make your show popular? “ The male joked, “ No, don’t take it the wrong way. I used you because you’re hardworking, and you put everything into your role. You, my love, are perfect for this role. “ Y/n responded, and Aidan’s cheeks flushed at the pet name.

“ Now, I must be going. However, I will see you on set tomorrow, I presume? “ She questioned with a soft smile, “ Yeah. Definitely. “ Aidan breathed as she left.

A hand was laid upon his shoulder, “ You are completely head over heels for her, huh? “ A male voice spoke in his ear, making him jump, “ Jesus Christ Robert, where did you come from? Why are you here? “ Aidan heaved as his hand was on his heart.

“ I’ve actually earned myself a role as well as Elliot Page. I’ve never seen you so entranced. “ Robert commented, “ She's been stuck in my head for years. “ Aidan murmured.

Robert had a face of curiosity, “ We met like five years ago at a library, and I talked to her for only two hours, but by then, she had me completely wrapped around her finger. “ Aidan explained, and Robert raised an eyebrow, “ She moved the next week, and I hadn’t seen her since. “

“ Well. Better make your move soon. I’ve seen guys eyeing her up all day. “ Robert replied as he walked off.

Months later, Y/n was right. Aidan was absolutely perfect for the role without even trying. Granted, the character was practically him, but he excelled in making the role his own.

Y/n and Aidan had gotten quite close throughout those months. They seemed pretty fond of each other. She was confident, intelligent, and caring. He was thoughtful, kind, and sweet. The pair made a loving match.

However, the girl's heart was guarded, she had been let down so many times, and she didn’t want to ruin the friendship she had acquired with the famous male. Aidan, in his free time, had been working on an EP. The title and main song on it was held close to his heart.

After a couple of dates and a lot of convincing, she gave in. Aidan Gallagher had now achieved the girl of his dreams, Y/n L/n. She was everything he wanted and so much more. He was captivated by her and made sure he showed the world.

Every chance he got, he posted her everywhere. His fans absolutely adored her, possibly even more than he did. Saturday lives his fans spent begging to see the admirable female when she wasn’t present. It honestly made Aidan quite jealous.

Regardless it made Aidan’s heart feel unbelievably full that both he and his fans loved her as much as he desired. Mornings were spent holding each other with subtle morning kisses. Nights were spent eating take-out and playing the original Mario kart after many arguments that it was better than the newer versions.

Filming was almost complete, and Aidan’s stay in New York was coming to a very prominent close. A day neither lover was looking forward to. His home was in Los Angeles, and hers was in New York. There was no changing that.

“ Do you really have to go? “ Questioned the teary-eyed female, “ Unfortunately. “ Aidan sighed.

They both stood in JFK Airport as close as they could before having to depart. Aidan’s hands held her tear-stained cheeks, and she moved stray strands of hair from his forehead.

“ I promise, I will come back for you. “ Aidan pledged to, and she sniffled, nodding, “ I’ll move in with you if you want. “

Y/n looked up slightly guilty, “ I don’t want to be the reason you leave your hometown. You grew up there. Your entire family is there. I would feel awful taking you away from them. “ She admitted, “ I would be living here willingly. Plus, there’s more opportunities acting-wise here, believe it or not. Hollywood isn’t all it’s made out to be. The United Nations is also home to New York. It’d be closer to everything. “ Aidan explained.

“ If- If that’s what you want, then I wouldn’t hesitate. “ Y/n smiled softly.

Aidan pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, “ Then this isn’t really goodbye, is it? “ Aidan’s whisper left a hot breath lingering on her lips, “ No, it isn’t. “ Y/n replied.

“ Stop your crying then. I hate seeing you cry. I will come back. “ He muttered softly, wiping her tears and kissing her forehead, “ I love you. “

“ I love you too. Be safe, please. Text me when you get on and when you land, okay? “ She requested, “ Always. “ Aidan simpered.

Gently he let her go and walked away with a tiny wave. Now there were only two things left to do. Pack up all of his stuff and play one last show in Los Angeles before leaving his home.

The male pack quickly when he arrived home, way too excited to live with his new partner. His show was scheduled for that night. Tonight he’d be playing his brand new song, the main song on his latest EP, the one he held close to his heart.

Nerves ran through his body like no tomorrow as he stepped up on stage. Screams were heard throughout the entire venue, making him smile brightly.

“ Hello everyone. “ Aidan greeted, getting screams in response, “ As you all may know, I will not be living in LA for much longer. New York seems more like home now than it’s ever seemed, so after this show, I’ll be getting on a plane to my new home. “

“ While I’ll play your favorite’s such as songs like Blue Neon and Fourth of July, there’s a new song at the end I’d love for your feedback on. I hold this song very close to my heart, and I hope you all will as well. So let’s get this started. “ Aidan informed with a gleeful smile present on his lips.

Aidan began strumming the guitar and singing the all too familiar lyrics. Applause was given in between each song, only encouraging his love for music as he continued to sing— his fans sung along with him giving Aidan a sense of love and commitment.

Finally, the last song was due to play, “ I call this last one, Comics. “

#aidan gallagher x reader #aidan gallagher #aidan gallagher imagine #Aidan Gallagher x y/n #Aidan Gallagher x you #five hargreeves #number five #number five x reader

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wolfstar headcanons that ✨just make sense✨

french sirius and welsh remus

they would speak to each other in their different languages all the time, mostly just to mess with each other.

they’d also say really romantic things, but in their different language, so the other wouldn’t know

remus is like insanely tall, but always slouches, whereas sirius is literally a dwarf but stands up really tall (talk about that ✨aristocracy✨ you know)

when remus had his growth spurt in the summer of fifth year, sirius was, understandably, shocked

but also maybe a little annoyed

how was he supposed to kiss him now?

in the end he decided to just grab his tie and pull him down

which remus didn't particularly mind

remus keeps his hair short, because it gets in the way. sirius loves remus' hair, because of how curly it is - remus hates it for the same reason

'I look like an idiot, pads!'

'no, you look cute.'

after sirius started living with the potters', his hair grew long, finally free of the strict rules of grimmauld place

when remus saw his long hair for the first time, on the train platform, he fell in love with him a little more

sirius turns into padfoot on the days surrounding the full moon to comfort remus. he’s literally like a therapy dog at this point.

sirius’ bed hasn’t been slept in since fifth year

cuddles

so many cuddles

lots of pda, much to james’ disgust

‘ugh, you guys, get a room!’

‘prongsie stop being homophobic.’

‘im not- what am i even supposed to say to that??’

‘nothing, that’s the point.’

sirius has a tattoo of the full moon that changes with the moon phases and remus has a tattoo of the canis major constellation - while the rest are just inked on, the sirius star seems to be actually glowing.

remus always seems to lose his jumpers, even though they’re some of his most valued items of clothing. he will eventually find sirius wearing them, but he can’t even be mad because sirius just looks so adorable in them.

remus, in return, will steal sirius’ leather jacket, which sirius doesn’t particularly mind. james, however, gets especially mad whenever this happens

‘well how come he’s allowed to wear it and I’m not? I’m literally your brother!’

sirius rests his head on remus’ lap whilst remus reads to him, and remus will stroke his hand through sirius' hair

remus loves to french plait his hair, and sirius is adamant about leaving the plait in for as long as possible

‘sirius, it’s been three days, you need to wash your hair! I can always re-plait it!’

‘...fine. but only if you promise.’

remus is constantly freezing cold, which shows through the countless jumpers and scarves he will pile on, even in the height of summer

his feet alone are like blocks of ice, which sirius never misses an opportunity to complain about whenever they share a bed

sirius, on the other hand, is a human sauna, and will still be wearing shorts in the middle of winter

when they cuddle, their contrasting levels of body heat cancel each other out perfectly

basically, whenever remus gets too cold, or sirius gets too hot, you’ll undoubtedly find them clinging to each other

sirius always gets really worried after the full moon, and insists on looking after remus - he makes sure he has enough pillows, sneaks him food because the hospital wing food isn’t the nicest, makes him drink water, takes notes for him during the lessons he misses, and just generally stays by his side as long as he can, until madam pomfrey has to kick him out

sirius worries so much during and after the full moon that it often makes remus feel guilty, but he also finds it really sweet that sirius cares so much

he still tries to make sirius see sense and stop him from worrying, because he has really bad self esteem issues after the full moon and doesn’t think he deserves it. whenever he tries to tell sirius this, he says that sirius shouldn’t feel obligated to look after him, because he’s a monster.

every single time, sirius will take his hand, look into his eyes, and tell him firmly, ‘you are not a monster, moony.’

peter will then add that ‘you fold your socks, moony, we’re not exactly scared of you.’

and remus will wonder how he got so lucky as to have such amazing friends

whenever sirius is ill, remus will try his best to return the favour. sirius will insist that he doesn’t get ill, ‘don’t worry, remus, I’m fine’, even though he can barely move

but remus won’t listen, and turns into a proper mother hen, fussing over him and making sure he has everything he need, just trying to repay sirius for all he does during the full moons

illness = constant cuddles

but lbr there are constant cuddles regardless

they got together because they both kept confiding in james and lily about their unrequited feelings and how hopelessly in love they were, and james and lily got sick of it and decided to work together to set them up bc they were both so hopelessly oblivious.

that’s also how lily got to know james better, and see that he wasn’t as arrogant as she thought, and he actually cares deeply about his friends

but these are wolfstar headcanons not jily so moving on

they had a very touchy feely relationship even before they got together. they were always very close, and their bond was different than it was with james and peter

sirius loves to bake, whilst remus loves to cook, but if they try to do it the other way around, bad things happen

they would often sneak into the kitchens late at night and try to make something, fool around, mess up, and end up snogging surrounded by the mess of ingredients

late nights on the astronomy tower!! they did this even before they got together; when either of them couldn’t sleep, they would go up there and just sit together and look at the stars. their first date was a picnic up there, and it became their own special place where they both felt safe

nose kisses!! forehead kisses!! cheek kisses!! adorable

whenever they're messing about they'll almost always end up in each others arms, saying ‘I hate you’ whilst grinning bc they both know that they don’t mean it and it’s actually the exact opposite

when sirius can’t sleep, he’ll watch remus (in like. a non-creepy way) and count his freckles. once remus caught him in the act and thought it was the softest thing he’d ever seen

remus talks in his sleep. sometimes he just mutters random words that don’t make sense, and sometimes he can have full on conversations with sirius.

sirius thinks it’s the funniest thing ever and teases remus mercilessly about it in the mornings, even though remus has no memory of it and denies everything.

when they’re alone in the hospital wing after a full moon, sirius will hold remus’ hand and sing softly to comfort him and help him sleep.

remus absolutely adores sirius' voice, and tries to get him to sing more, and in front of other people, but sirius is adamant that the only reason he sings to remus is because it helps soothe him, and his voice isn’t all that great.

his lack of self confidence about his voice is due to his parents constantly yelling at him to stop singing, because they said it was annoying and he didn’t have a good voice, and he believed them, and still does. It’s one of his biggest insecurities.

the first time they said they loved each other was actually an accident. they had gotten all caught up in planning a prank and sirius smirked and said, ‘aren’t i just the most creative person you’ve ever met?’, with a dramatic flip of his hair

remus just chuckled and replied, ‘that’s why I love you.’

remus didn’t even realise he’d said it out loud until he saw sirius staring at him with a dropped jaw.

then remus panicked, but before he could get up and leave, sirius grinned and said it back.

and then they kissed, obviously

remus may be tough and sarcastic and sirius may be proud and overconfident but they’re both big softies really

remus cheers sirius on at every single quidditch practice, come rain or shine

he says he’s just supporting his boyfriend, but secretly he thinks Sirius looks really good in that quidditch jersey

remus loves it when sirius wears eyeliner. no reason. just looks cool.

literally everyone had a bet on when they would get together. minnie and dumbledore, james and pete, lily and marlene, james and lily, james and dorcas...

james likes betting

there are frequent updates on their relationship in the staff room, because all of the teachers just know they're meant to be

the teachers had a field day when they first got together

madam pomfrey, especially, always sees them together in the hospital wing, and by fourth year, is their no1 shipper

they both get frequent nightmares, and will always comfort each other and cuddle after because they feel safe in each other’s arms.

literally the least toxic relationship ever. they’re both incredibly honest with each other, always talk to each other about how they feel, but also have that perfect balance of banter

if not soulmates, why moon and stars??

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