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nrhshm · 3 years ago

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Hello! May I join the sake party too?? I've been pondering about Sanji and Mihawk (seperately) confession hcs, how do you think they may react??

*pours a drink and takes a seat* 🍾 🍻

Welcome traveler! Have a seat of course!! And here's your drink 🍾🍺

Enjoy the show~👌

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Sanji / Mihawk confession headcannons:

° Reader is gn!

° SFW

° Spoiler free

Dracule Mihawk:

° The epitome of "knight in shining armor", add a tinge of dark acedamia to it. He's the dark knight, cold and calculating, you might even think he's another cyborg of the Navy, it takes time to crack that stoic exterior. Over time, you will.

° Mihawk will first come to realise his feelings when he sees you trying out his Yoru sword, swinging it like a darn profesional. He never knew you had a knack with handling swords! And he's a world class swordsman for gods sake!!

° By all means, anyone touching his belongings would never see the light of day again, but with you he just... couldn't. Slight redness begin to dust his cheeks, lips parted, world casted away as his eyes fix on you and ONLY you, he watches in admiration.

° Upon realization, he'd become very cautious, examining the situation from all angles. How would this eventually end? Is it the right time? Would it put you in more danger?? And most importantly, do you reciprocate his feelings?

° He'd start with the simplest approaches. Starts calling you "Darling", holds your hand much longer. If you're not next to him, his golden eyes would pierce through the crowd to find yours. When you two make eye contact, he quickly shifts away, the brim of his hat darkening his features. You'd probably fail to notice the bashful smile that he fails to hold back.

° *INSERT DRAMATIC MUSIC* You are being chased by bandits, slightly injured, but you can move. Those bastards are closing in on you, and you're trying your best to push yourself further, with no avail. It takes a second and the footsteps are suddenly gone. Familiar bulky arms wrap around your waist, lifting you up bridal style.

"A-Ah Mihawk! I can walk-"

"You're injured." His tone is unlike what you've seen before, eyes filled with bloodlust and murder, someone had the atrocity to hurt you? And get away with it? Not on his watch.

° The hinting process would take time, and if you're "a normal human being"-ly smart enough you'd quickly catch on. But if you're a wattpad y/n, then it'll take you or him getting cursed to your deathbeds and barely breathing out a desperate weak confession to knock some sense into you. Probably.

° The top of the castle, the moon directly above you, candles set in the perfect position. So traditionally arranged, Mihawk had it all planned out, he wants to make it as memorable as possible. His confession will probably sound like a wedding vow, but you're probably used to his slang by now.

° "Somewhere in my heart, beyond the walls of my pride, are raging feelings I don't know how to describe. Y/n darling, if I could have only one wish, stay by my side. For I swear on my soul and life that I would put your happiness above everything I consider valuable in this world. I will protect you even if it means tearing apart my own dignity, even if it means burning my own swords, or severing my own title. My love, will you accept me as your one and only? As your first and last? The luckiest man that'll have the chance to call you "mine"? Be mine, y/n. I love you."

° To summarise what I said, imagine an emo victorian version of Howl.

Sanji:

° Ah the infamous Prince of Moronica (*Zoro quotes*). This unique human being prioritises females above every morale in his life. He ravishes them with compliments, cooks them the finest meals, spends most of his "trying-to-find-ship-resources" time at flowershops, choosing the most fitting bouquet for his new eye catcher.

° You soon joined the crew. And with everyone's seemingly warm welcomes, Sanji's was the most expressive. You watched in amusement as his feet whirled like a tornado, scurrying from one female to another, then back to you.

"Aahhh Y/n-chwannn!!! Looking as BEAUTIFUL as ever today!!" He is truly your biggest cheerleader, of sometimes... absolutely no reason.

° But things in due course mutate, it would take a bit, but he'll eventually become aware of his sudden change in behaviour. The usual fanboying over Nami and Robin, or any other lady he meets still prevails. Not you though, not anymore.

° A relaxed subtle smile, a silent occasional daydreaming, serene gestures. Sanji doesn't desperately fawn over you anymore, doesn't give off his heart eyes when they land upon your figure. He doesn't even lash out at Zoro when you're next to him. No, this time it's geniune. This time it's REAL.

Vinsmoke Sanji of the Strawhat Pirates, has undoubtedly, hopelessly, fallen inlove with you.

° Your mere presence was as calming as the clear sky, your words instantly soothe him to the core. You make him forget all about his constant routine of anger. Instead of rushing around and showering you with praise, Sanji now converses deeply with you. You can talk to him about anything, whether it's the theory of darwin or that rock you recently found near the shore. Sanji is all ears, watching you in up-most fondness, eyes calm and relaxed, visually tracing the beautiful outline of your face.

° His feelings keep developing, he just doesn't know what to do!! Yes he's an expert with women. Yes he courted other ladies before and knows exactly how to approach the situation. But this is just- new, different. This never involved true authentic emotions!

° It takes a slip-by hint from Brook and a tough "advice" from Nami for the loverman to finally take action. Similar to Mihawk, his go-to plan is antiquity. He prepares a date night, setting up a suitable atmosphere for the rosy background he decorated, cooking his best dishes and placing down two elegant cups of red wine, he lets out a proud grin at his big accomplishment.

° The date starts well, surprisingly. The quiet chatter between you both, glasses clicking together, plates of juicy steakfries steaming profusely. Steak-!! Watch out for Luffy.

° Plates crashing, chairs thown into oblivion. Luffy leaps onto the table like a predator, devouring anything meat-able he gets his hands on. The poor boy has been hungry for hours, whilst his cook was busy preparing for his big night. You watch in surprise, your attire drenched in sauce and wine. On the other hand, Sanji was fuming, wet eye corners and grinding teeth. Luffy just ruined his most valuable moment, he wanted nothing but to shout, punch that idiot of a captain for his stupid shenanigans.

° You laugh, unexpectingly loving this whole scenario. And Sanji watches in awe, your laugh pacifying his whirlwind of rage. Next thing you know, Luffy is dragged away by his scolding navigator, and again you and Sanji are left alone.

° This was the perfect moment, and he won't waste it a second time. He contemplates his choice of words. What should he begin with? His years of mastering pick up lines should come in handy right now! He should start with a suave, profesional preamble.

Regardless, the only thing that came out of his mouth, was a three-worded phrase.

"I love you."

(I may have went a bit overboard with sanji-)

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knoxa1ways · 3 years ago

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Sharing dorms with them + their confessions!

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Writer's notes: hey hey, I'm so sorry this took a while, I've been quite busy at school and I've been procrastinating, forgive me 😭😭 I know I meant to write for more female characters, but this one has more male characters since I had more ideas for them 💀💀- but do note that the school au might become a series and I might add more themes + write for more characters :P I also hope that everyone has been doing great and coping well out there! <3 I hope my fanfics could at least make your day better 😹😹

Fluff

School AU + confessions

Xiao, Venti, Hu Tao, Kazuha and Albedo - x reader (individually)

Xiao!

Ok, living in the same dorm as this guy?? How is it like to live one of my dream 😹😹

When you first met him, the first thing that came to your mind was emo. I mean. I would too.

You guys never really talk but when you start getting closer to him, you’ll find out that he’s such a softie, a tsundere in fact!

I would shit tears if I saw him come out of the bathroom with his hair wet…… that shit must’ve been so breath-taking (STOP THIS WAS ME BACK IN FEBRUARY I WAS SUCH A SIMP FOR XIAO 💯💯)

XIAO IN A PONYTAIL XIAO IN A PONYTAIL XIAO IN A PONYTAIL

He cooks your meals sometimes

Generally a really cool person to share a dorm with, as long as you’re nice to him, he’ll eventually open up <3

Your roommate seemed to be a cold person. He was never seen hanging out around other people and he was mostly alone. When you found out you had to share dorms with him, you thought you would have a tough year. You were wrong. So wrong.

Xiao looked cold and aloof, but he’s honestly a really sweet guy once you get to know him. That one time when you woke up late for school, there was breakfast on the table made by Xiao. “You woke up late, again. My classes don’t start at this hour today so I thought I could make you a simple breakfast to have on the way.” He states, passing a sandwich wrapped neatly in a paper bag along with your favourite coffee. His hair was in a mess and his voice sounded different… It was like it was his morning voice… Wait. Did he just wake up? Was he worried that you overslept and made breakfast to save your ass? You were about to ask him when the door slammed on your face. You couldn’t help but to grin and laugh to yourself.

Xiao is also a really big tsundere. Like seriously. The other time you were out with another classmate and he saw you flirting with them and he obviously did not seem to be enjoying it. He was frowning and pouting throughout. When you got home though, that was when his true emotions started to show. He pulled you to the couch with him and started cuddling with you. “Xiao�� are you… jealous?” you teased. He said nothing in return, face however, turning as red as a tomato.

“Y-you! Fine… whatever. Just stay like this for a while, Y/N. And… I love you."

Venti!

HE’S MINE STAY AWAY. /j we can share him, Venti simps and enthusiasts are welcome here <3

He’s definitely a class clown. Or he got popular because of his musical talent.

HIS ROOM. HIS ROOM WOULD DEFINITELY BE MESSY.

“Oh hey y/n, ah ah ah, watch the lyre on the ground, don’t step on my precious baby!”

GAME NIGHT. GAME NIGHT.

PRANKS 24/7. IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE SPICE, DON’T BE SURPRISED WHEN YOU TASTE SPICY SEASONINGS IN YOUR INSTANT NOODLES

He’s the background music in your pair work. It’s not pair work anymore it’s just you on your own while he plays on his stupid little lyre.

“Oh? Contribute? To what? I’ve contributed enough by playing music! Now, focus, or we’re both failing! What? You won’t do it if I don’t join you? Fine, I'll do my part then!”

Going to 7-Eleven stores at 3 am at night is pretty normal with him. He either never sleeps, or sleeps like a pig.

He’s probably the worst roommate you could get. He scores full marks for entertainment but he’s basically useless when it comes to homework or helping around the dorm. He won’t help with the cooking or housework. >:( But he’s cute so you forgive him <3

Your roommate is an energetic person. He gets annoying every now and then, but he’s still a really nice person. He was well known in school for his musical talent and he often performs during special events. When you found out you were going to share a dorm with him, you had mixed feelings. It was great that you were sharing with someone like him, but he seemed to have no concern about cleanliness or hygiene, whatsoever.

Venti often goofs around and doesn’t think much about the consequences. You thought he was funny though, no doubt. He’d often crack a silly joke that would make you laugh so much your stomach hurt. He’s sometimes a responsibility and you often have to nag at him before he helps out or does his homework. “Venti! This assignment is graded! Stop fooling around and complete it!” “What assignment was that again? H-Hey! Why are you taking off your slipper and holding it up like that- Ow! Wait, have mercy!” He’d often play on his lyre when you were relaxing. (At least he’s thoughtful..) He never cooks or helps out in the dorm. You have to do all the work for him. His room was a mess, clothes would be scattered everywhere on the floor, even his precious lyre would be on the ground.

Venti is also a prankster. You should not be surprised to find tons of fake spiders hiding in his drawer collecting dust. (He’s waiting for the chance to prank you <3) You knew he could be rather poetic and romantic, but you never expected him to be that foolish.

The clock displayed large numbers. 2:24 am. Why was Venti not back yet? You knew he went for a huge party that Childe invited everyone to but you didn’t go for it since you weren’t feeling too well. Suddenly the door slammed open with Venti stumbling in. “Heyy~ I’m baaack….” You gasped. Venti did not look well. How did he even manage to find his way back? “Were you out betting with Kaeya, again? Venti, I told you multiple times not to drink so much just to prove you’re better! Look at the state of yourself!” You said, pulling him to his bedroom.

“Y/N…” He said as you helped him onto his bed. You handed him a glass of water and helped him drink. “Thaank you~ Ugh, Y/N! You look especially blurry tonighttt…” He slurs as he grabs on your cheeks, pulling you closer to him. Your breathing hitched as you felt his warm breath against your skin. “Venti… Please… lie down…” You said, flustered. “Hey… Y/N? I… I love you so muchhh… please cuddle with me tonight…” He slurs on his words, pulling you together with him to lie on his bed. You were facing his sleepy face, only centimetres apart. Wait. Did he just confess to you? You got up and threw a pillow at him. “You dumbass! Confess to me when you’re not drunk! Go to sleep!” You stumbled out of his bed and you were about to leave the room when you felt his hand grip onto your wrist.

“Y/N… Please… at least sleep with me tonight…”

Hu Tao!

She’s basically Venti, but better. I bet her room would be cleaner at least.

She’ll annoy you until you pay attention to her

Horror movies and horror games. She loves to see you getting frightened out of your guts as you grab onto her arm in fear.

Prankster. If you get scared easily, you’d be doomed.

She probably scores mostly D’s in class…

I like to headcanon that she’s actually pretty good at art. It’s just the art she produces is unique… and scary….

She would cook sometimes, and her cooking often looks suspicious and tastes odd, but you still consume it either way, because you’re such an amazing friend. (Spoilers, you'll be stuck in the toilet for the next couple of days)

She may goof around often but she’s always in your back on call and she’s really loyal.

Study sessions with her would turn into dumb conversations about your classmates and teachers.

Dark jokes or dumb ones that make you want to beat her up

HU TAO WITH HER HAIR DOWN??? SHE’S SO CUTE.

A really fun roommate to have, she’s loyal to you and she’s really nice. Treat her well.

Your roommate is a prankster, she enjoys watching your reactions. You’re often on your toes, unknowing of what she’d do next. She can be really sweet though, and she’s really adorable. Nonetheless, she’s one of the popular girls in school. When you found out you were going to share a dorm with you, you had mixed feelings. You were excited for sure, but at the same time you had your doubts, knowing what she’s like.

Hu Tao has an interesting style and sense of humour that usually sends shivers down your spine, but you can tell she’s trying her best to fit in while being herself. She often reads her poems to you and they leave some sort of impression on you, because her poems have… some sort of dark meaning behind them.

She does help around the house a little, not much. She doesn’t cook though. The reason is… very special for her case. Don’t be surprised if she serves you a plate of suspicious looking spaghetti with meatballs decorated to look like eyeballs… (which she has only served once because you fainted at the sight of those ‘meatballs’) She also enjoys pranking you tons, especially by jumpscaring you. You could just wake up to use the washroom and a freaky mask of some sophisticated monster would greet you right after you open the door.

Interestingly enough, though you knew Hu Tao was talented, you never realised how amazing her art is. Though they’re often a display of darker shades like black or mahogany red, her pieces often turn out really pretty. “Hey Y/N, could you grab me a couple of paint brushes from the art room today and pass them to me? Huh, me? Stealing? Who says? Is there a rule that says that students cannot borrow art supplies from the art room for their own personal use?”

You know that Hu Tao would often drag you onto the couch with her to watch really gory horror movies, but you never realise what her true plan was behind all of that. It was about 1 am in the morning when both of you were both huddled together on the couch, eyes glued onto the television. “Tao… this is scaring me…” “Come on Y/N! Just a little longer! This is the part!” You squeezed your eyes shut as you covered your ears and huddled closer to her. You could hear the muffled sounds of the television and Hu Tao’s giggles. You felt her warm hands suddenly grab onto both your wrists and pull them apart from your ears.

“Relax, Y/N. Scoot over if you’re scared, I’m here, you’re not alone. Thank you for watching this movie with me even though you obviously don’t enjoy this genre of movies. I appreciate it and.. Well uh, I know this is an awkward time to say, but I really love you, Y/N.”

Kazuha!

THIS MAN. THIS MAN.

He’s probably one of the popular guys let’s be honest, he’s literally perfect

You were surprised to hear that out of everyone, he was sharing a dorm with you.

(let’s say you had a crush on him, because why else would you be reading this.)

KAZUHA WITH HIS HAIR DOWN KAZUHA WITH HIS HAIR DOWN

He would cook your meals like the malewife he is.

You loved his cookings, they were usually fish but they tasted amazing and his cooking technique for every meal would be different

Oh god imagine movie nights with him… and he’ll let you lean on his shoulder…. Awww….

Perfect roommate. He’s not messy, respects you, gentleman, sweet, good looking, cooks your meals and even studies with you

Your roommate is soft-hearted. He was good looking and well known in school. You admired him a lot. Many girls swoon over him and you felt as if you were out of his league and thus never tried communicating with him. When you found out that he was going to share dorms with you, obviously you were exhilarated. Your crush, sharing a dorm with you? You’d die for that opportunity!

Kazuha is a true gentleman. He cooks and helps around the house. He even studies with you and treats you nicely. He’s talented in Literature and you wouldn’t be surprised to hear his dulcet voice reading beautiful poems. He usually is the one that cooks your meals, and the dishes often had fish in it. You weren’t complaining though. You loved eating fish, and this was cooked by your crush after all. When studying with him, it always felt refreshing. His voice was calm and soothing, you always felt safe when you listened to him read out some of the notes. Bonus, you got to see his hair down. Which was something no one got to see, other than you. You loved that you got to see sides of Kazuha that nobody could. You felt special.

You know that Kazuha is a romantic person. You’d get jealous over the love letters and poems sent to him by a bunch of girls trying to catch his attention. He’d usually look through them in the living room, and you’d often roll your eyes over the stupid little poems those pink letters with tons of hearts contained. Kazuha was observant and picked that up almost immediately. He laughed lightly. “Y/N? What’s with that reaction? Jealous that you don’t get any love letters? Or upset that I’ve been getting too many love letters but you want my attention?” Your heart stopped. “Me? Oh, no well uh… I…” You just ran off to your room and slammed the door, hiding your face in your hands. Kazuha grinned, much to his amusement.

On the next day when you got back from school, you had the biggest surprise of your life. Kazuha wouldn’t be at the dorm as his classes started later than yours, which means he would be back in about three hours, much to your relief. You did not wish to see him after you’ve embarrassed yourself. You went to your room and shut the door. Slouching on your chair, you sighed. You got up to get food when you noticed a pretty red envelope on your desk. Beside it was your favourite flower and a maple leaf. You grabbed the envelope and took out the letter. You gasped at its contents, turning red.

As these maple leaves fall,

It reminds me of it all,

Gracefully, you entered my life.

And I fell in love at first sight,

But I stayed quiet until that night.

Thank you for opening my eyes.

Let’s soar high in the skies,

With our hands intertwined together.

Allow me to stay with you forever.

And I’ll love you until the end of time.

-Kazuha.

Albedo!

Rounded glasses!

He’s probably hella quiet but once you get to know him, it’s pretty fun.

You’re probably his only friend because he practically talks to no one, and he doesn’t just have casual talk with stupid people. (you’re smart in his eyes <3)

3 am study sessions…. Because I said so.

Falling asleep on his lap as he studies is pretty normal

Y'all just eat instant noodles or McDonald's…

He probably never leaves his room, so you camp in there to disturb his busy ass

"Ah Y/N, I assume you have come to annoy me once again, haven't you? Well, don't be shy, make yourself at home. Just don't ruin my experiment, that'd be awful for me to clean up."

He tutors you. If you're terrible at science, like straight up terrible, he's gonna make sure you get on his level in a month or so. He's scary.

Can we talk about Albedo fanart real quick??

Anyways I think he'd be a good roommate. He's not the most entertaining person to be with but he definitely tries his best to make you laugh.

Your roommate is intelligent. He is soft spoken and often locks himself in the laboratory to work on his experiments. You admit, he’s good looking and that made him quite well known in school. There were often people crowding outside the laboratory, eyes glued on him in awe as he worked on his experiments. When you found out that you were sharing a dorm with him, you didn’t really have much of a reaction, you just thought that you two wouldn’t communicate with each other at all.

You were half correct about that. At first, Albedo never leaves his room, you were worried for his sake and you often ordered food for him and placed the meal on his desk whenever it was mealtime. Until one morning, he was the one that came into your room with food in his hands. “Oh, Y/N, I prepared some food for you. I know it’s not the best, but I just wanted to repay you for helping me order all those meals. If it weren’t for you, I’d probably be starving until midnight daily.” You glanced at the plate of scrambled eggs with a side of bacon paired along with a scrumptious sandwich. “T-This is for… m-me? I wasn’t expecting this at all… Thank you, Albedo, I really appreciate it.” You smiled as you took the plate in your hands. You were surprised to hear the next thing he said; “I know I don’t ever hang out with others, but you’re always welcome to study with me, just come into my room as you’d like. Also, I would love to get to know you more.” he comments, closing the door gently, leaving you alone to your own thoughts. Albedo? Wanting to be friends? You were punching the air in joy. You just won the attention of someone everyone wants to be close with.

After that day, you’d often barge into his room without consent, lie on his bed and watch him study. He’d often roll his eyes as you do that but he smiles sweetly, he seems to always enjoy your presence whenever you enthusiastically share about your day to him. He would also allow you to lay on his lap whenever he was studying. You also became the only person who could enter the laboratory when he’s occupying it. Of course, many rumours spread that Albedo has a secret lover, and many people were jealous of your friendship with Albedo, but you never took it to heart.

You were laying on Albedo’s lap (as per usual) and you were rambling on about your day and how tired you were. He smiles and laughs lightly, “Y/N? Tired? Sounds like an unusual match, you’re usually very energetic.” You pout at his statement. “Hmph! If you say so, I’ll sleep then! Good night!” You say, eyes fluttering shut. You were dozing off as you heard a muffled giggle and you felt a hand running through your hair.

"Well, it’s been quite a while I’ve been wanting to say this, but I wouldn’t dare to. I love you Y/N. My feelings were there even before we shared dorms and I have always had the urge to talk to you, but I didn’t know how. Are you truly asleep? I wonder. Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

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Ahhh okay!!! That took so long to edit and write istg. I'm so sorry once again for my procrastination and slow drive to complete my fanfics 😹😹

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nemeseos-noctua · 4 years ago

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Hi! Could i request hcs for Diluc and Xiao with a reader who is shy? Thank you!

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: xiao, diluc (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: a few swears in diluc’s! (it’s like one or two)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: this is actually my first tumblr post.... ive been super busy with school, sports, and other stuff. sorry! ill try to write more in the future! (constellations has been doing everything so far since i still dont know how tumblr works lol)

also, these are stupid long... and for what.

adventuring was a lot for you to process

okay, so maybe having your own Benny’s Adventure Team was not great while traveling through Dragonspine and Liyue

too many of everything

you ended up getting really beat up.

after passing through Mingyun Village, you could see Wangshu Inn and decided to stay there until you were healed up

you always found comfort in the night sky, so you went out there every day

It was your fifth night staying at the inn before you saw a short male standing on the balcony where you would usually be. Strange. You’d never seen anyone like that before.

You seemed to have caught him off guard when you started to approach him since he jumped a little.

Taking a closer look at his face, you studied it a bit. He had golden eyes and dark teal hair that seemed to frame his face perfectly, accompanied by lighter streaks of the same colour.

Pretty... you thought, completely entranced by this strange man (boy?).

“Ah, sorry. I’m probably disturbing you... I’ll go now...”

He blinked.

god he’s in love

not even romantic love but he loved you like the past adepti

xiao would see so many couples over the years that he’s been at the inn and absolutely hated them, but this??

okay it’s a different type of love but damn it felt nice

You started to turn and walk back to your room before hearing his voice.

“Stay.”

STAY??? WE MOVING KINDA FAST BUT ALRIGHT PRETTY BOY !!

On the outside, you were cooler than a cucumber. The inside? Chaos. Millions of thoughts raced throughout that little head of yours.

“Only if you’re fine with it...”

Turning back around, you took a few steps forward before noticing that he wore a lot of accessories on him. One of them being a mask that resembled one of the Vigilant Yaksha’s in that one book you read as a kid. Probably just a fan or something.

You reached the balcony, taking a spot next to him while also keeping some space between the two of you. Leaning on the balustrade (the railing of a balcony), you rested your head on top of your arms.

A comfortable silence was placed in the middle of the two. A silent breeze blew, adding to the mellow mood.

“What brings you here?” the pretty stranger suddenly inquired, gaining a small jolt from your serene state. “Did I scare you? My apologies.”

“Oh, uh, it’s nothing...” You lifted your head to look out at the lands of Dihua Marsh. Seeing Dragonspine in the distance gave you a chill. Those were not the greatest memories. The small movement didn’t go unnoticed by the boy.

“You’re an adventurer?”

“Oh... yeah, I am... I’m not that experienced yet, though...”

for SOME REASON... this man felt even more inclined to protect you

you still had a fair amount of bandages wrapped around your limbs, so it was clear that you were injured

GOD IF HE COULD JUST HUG YOU RIGHT THERE AND THEN

but he did not.

he has restraint.

he is a good boy.

“I met a traveler that wasn’t very experienced either.” This fact shocked you. So he has been here for a while... but why hadn’t you seen him before? Does he just... disappear into thin air..?

the answer is yes

he does indeed do that

but that’s besides the point.

“Oh... that’s nice...”

It was getting late. The moon was starting to lower back down and the lids of your eyes were getting heavier and heavier by the minute. You let out a yawn, but it was muffled by your head being buried in your arms once again.

“You should go get some rest.” You hummed.

Then, a thought popped into your head.

“If you don’t mind me asking... what’s your name?”

Even though you weren’t facing him, you could feel his piercing gaze on you. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all, but gave you a feeling of protection.

“Xiao.” You mouthed his name to yourself silently. It was nice.

“Goodnight, Xiao. I hope that we can do this again soon.”

“Goodnight to you...”

“(Y/N).”

“...(Y/N).”

you were a cryo catalyst that tried to fight against some cryo slimes alone

hint: that was a bad idea

my favourite elemental reaction was immune!

literally... you couldn’t even do anything to them

and you were getting beat up.

badly.

for plot convenience you were at the lake next to Dawn Winery

“Shit...”

At this point, you’d been fending these slimes off for around a quarter of an hour now and you were getting tired now.

Your dumbass tried to drown them in the lake but forgot that they immediately froze any moisture underneath them. You tried attacking them but everything you could do was inflict the freeze effect (against CRYO slimes).

You literally could not do anything. Time to get frozen to death!

“Burn!”

WHAT???

Suddenly, a big fire bird swept up the slimes that had been occupying you for the last 20 minutes or so, effectively taking them out.

At this point, the only thing that kept you standing was your adrenaline, which quickly ran out as you dropped to the ground in exhaustion. You let out a sigh, finally free from those damned slimes. You will have your revenge one day... just not today.

While you were resting on the ground, your saviour had been standing there, watching you calm down. And so you looked up to be greeted by probing crimson orbs, which definitely startled you.

Your saviour was.... Master Diluc. Master Diluc Ragnvindr, wealthiest man in Mondstadt. Him. In front of you.

“OH! I, um, Master Diluc! What brings you here?”

‘WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE??’ HE LIVES HERE THOUGH??

“I was taking a stroll around the winery and happened to see you in your own predicament.”

You attempted to stand up, though your legs failed you as you only flopped back onto the dirt.

diluc doesn’t wanna admit it but that was unbelievably stupid, cute, and endearing

okay and what if this emo boy doesn’t like people

he still has feelings too >:(

“I’ll stay here with you so you won’t get attacked again. So relax.”

Mans was telling you to “relax” while you were in the presence of a literal typhoon here. He was so brooding and scary-looking all the time that you couldn’t even try to relax.

A few minutes pass and the sound of water rushing was the only thing keeping you two company.

It was nice to enjoy nature, but the tension between the two of you was still higher than ever.

To break this silence, you had tried to stir up some small talk.

“The weather is nice today, huh...”

He grunted, which seemed to be a regular response of his. You started to notice this after a few questions like “how’s your day been” or “have any plans today?”

Not that you were genuinely interested. You bet that he could tell that you were trying to make it less awkward by responding at all, but it just didn’t help at all.

You were probably sitting for a good 10 minutes before deciding to stand up again, in which you were successful. But could you walk back to the city?

That was debatable.

You definitely felt and looked unstable, so being the gentleman he was raised to be, Diluc reluctantly bent down and slung your shoulder over his.

The height difference between the two of you was pretty big, so he ended up just carrying you to his place. As goofy as it looked, it got the job done.

― riri ✨

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losolvidad0s · 4 years ago

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Culebra, A. Reyes

Summary: When you learn of EZ’s DEA deal, your relationship with Angel is put on the line.

warnings: swearing, a n g s t 😩

word count: 1.7K

a/n: hi everyone! I am slowing jumping back into the writing groove so here is an angsty Angel Reyes fic that made my heart crack right down the middle, wahhh. Love my emo baby Angel. Enjoy! Thank you for +350 followers!

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“Please, EZ, tell me this is some kind of sick joke.”

EZ looks at you with soft eyes, a defeated expression painted over his face as he remains stoic. If there was a chance this was a prank then you’d just wait til the boyish grin forms on his lips but that never comes. He brings his hands to hold the front of his kutte, a defense mechanism of his.

A heaviness settles in your chest and the pit of your stomach as his words begin to replay in your mind. He tries to give you an apologetic look as you process everything. After a few moments, the worry turns into frustration then quickly to anger.

“I made a deal with the Drug Enforcement Administration that got my sentence reduced to half by becoming a part of the Mayans MC to get Intel on the Galindo Cartel.”

Your hands push against EZ’s chest, which he wasn’t expecting, causing him to stumble back. The shoves keep coming the angrier you get. “Y/N, stop.” He tries to get ahold on your wrist to stop you but the adrenaline fuels you to be quicker than him for a brief moment.

Eventually, he is able to grasp and hold your wrist steady between the two of you and as you try to break free, you cry out. “How could you? How could you do that to him? Why, EZ?!” The break in your voice when you scream his name makes him let go and step back. Your face now wet with tears, voice well on its way to becoming hoarse.

“I had to, it was the only way. If I didn’t then..”

You scoff, “Then what? You’d have to finish your sentence? You choose to hurt your brother rather than finishing YOUR sentence that you got YOURSELF into? How selfish of you. You disgust me!” Your shoulder harshly collides with his as you walk off.

When EZ had asked to grab dinner, you didn’t expect it to end this way. After getting a bite to eat at a favorite food truck, he took a different route back to Angel’s apartment, saying he needed a friend. You thought it could be him needing to talk about how things have been hectic in the MC. Being a prospect and all.

“Y/N.” He calls out to you as you walk away from him in the darkness, you don’t go very far though. You feel defeated knowing all of this is only going to end one way, Angel’s heart being broken. You slowly turn back, “He’s gonna hate me.” Your voice barely above a whisper.

This relationship with Angel has been a rocky one. It’s been on and off for the past year but when EZ was released from prison and began prospecting for the MC it somehow helped Angel to establish a foundation with you, opening his eyes in some way. He saw how loyal you were to him and that you were the only constant. But with this, that could jeopardize it all.

EZ watches you as a million thoughts run through your mind. He can see that you’ve been holding your breath for sometime now, “You can’t tell him.” You couldn’t believe you were saying it. Whose side are you on anyways? Would this be considered fraternizing with the enemy by asking him to keep quiet?

His brows crease as he steps forward, “Whaddaya mean, Y/N? I have to, eventually. The DEA, they need intel and I don’t know how much longer I can keep this under the radar without risking someone getting caught under the bus. Me or them.”

“EZ, this will break him beyond repair. I can’t lose him to this. I worked very hard to get him to want me the way he does now. And the second he realizes I knew, I’m dirt to him. I can’t have that. So no, don’t tell him. You can figure out a way to keep this under water while still holding up your end of the bargain.” You plead to him, having moved closer. He searches your eyes and gently nods. A small smile appears on your lips as a rugged breath breaks through. EZ wraps his arms around you as you cry.

For a while, you thought this could all work out. It was going so well that you almost forgot about all of it. Then came the night where Angel mentioned something unexpected came up with the MC and that he’d be off the radar til the next day. It didn’t come off as worrisome with you as you’ve gotten used to these kinds of things. But then came the following morning.

You were making your way to Angel’s apartment, surprising him with breakfast. As you go to knock the door opens and a visibly angry Angel is standing there, a pile of your clothes bundled in his arms. “Angel?”

“Ah. perfect timing, here.” He drops it at your feet with force and disappears into the apartment. You stand through shocked for a moment before stumbling over the clothes to follow him. You call out his name as you set down the bag and two coffees.

He appears once again, more clothes and your bathroom bag. He flies it towards you, you trying to catch it but failing to. You have no idea what’s going on. But he mumbles something under his breath. Culebra. As if the air in the room suddenly begins to run out, barely any left to breath it hits you all at once. Angel continues to drop things at your feet.

“Angel…” You begin but he stops in front of you, his towering figure making you peer up at him. He starts to move towards you, an instinct of yours to keep out of harm's way and in this instant harm seems to be Angel. “Baby, talk to me.”

He bites his bottom lip, letting out a low chuckle, “I got nothing to say to you. In fact, it’s almost like when you had nothing to say to me. Boy scout and pops, I could see that coming. But you? Keeping a secret like that from me. For 2 fucking weeks?”

The venom is dripping off his tongue with hurt gleaming in his eyes.

You attempt to reach out and touch him, you being a physical lover rather than a verbal kind, but he pushes it away, “I trusted you, I opened my life to you despite being sketched out to do but I fucking did but you! You’re the one who can’t even be honest with me. It was always ‘It’s Angel’s fault, you dig yourself in these holes, Angel. Be real with me, Angel.’ But look, my own fucking girlfriend.”

The heat is literally radiating off him. But what excuse do you have? You shared his frustrations when EZ first told you but you became selfish and decided to keep quiet about it. You wanted the good times to keep rolling and because of the selfishness, it’s all crashing.

Angel steps away from you, “I wanted to tell you. I did!”

“But you fucking didn’t. You choose him over me, you did that knowing it meant Ezekiel over Angel! No hesitation.’ He screams at you, pointing his fingers.

A sob falls from your lips as you see him breaking like a tide taking away a sandcastle. It hurts more than you imagined it would. The outcome of telling him would’ve been immensely better than this one. Why did you think it could all go away and never come to light?

“That’s not true! Of course I thought about it.. I was upset that he would do something like that to you, I truly was but,” You nearly stutter trying to get your words out.

There were many occasions that you’ve seen Angel mad. Countless arguments, disagreements, petty acts but never like this. “But what? Hm? What, Y/N?!” He strides back over to you, getting in your face as you flinch back on instinct.

You’re quiet, averting your eyes from him. “But then I’d lose you. That’s what I was scared of.”

Angel tilts his head, “That doesn’t even make any sense, Y/N. You think I would be angry at you because of what my brother did? I’m pissed because you knew and decided not to tell me. You walked around acting like you didn’t know. I have every right to be mad! And besides that, how fucking selfish of you, thinking of you and not how it would hurt me.”

“I was scared because your brother betrayed you, because by EZ doing this it would remind you of the hurt you felt growing up. It would make you feel like you used to… which means you would lose yourself, I would lose you right in front me. And I want all of you, good and bad, but w-we had just gotten to a good place. We weren't arguing as much a-and I had been slowly leaving more and more things here.” You look down at the articles of clothes scattered at your feet.

Angel inhales a deep breath and lets it out forcibly. He looks to you then scratches his eyebrow, not knowing how to carry on the conversation. As your emotional distress begins to be felt physically, Angel takes your hand and holds it against his cheek.

This is something you both began to do when neither of you could speak. When the words wouldn’t form, couldn’t explain how you felt, the touch of hand could do it. As he holds it against his cheek, you cry more. This meant that Angel understood.

As he brings your hand back down, you leap up to wrap your arms around his neck. He does the same around your waist, breathing in your scent. He closes his eyes as he sinks into you.

You won’t ever know what this moment meant for Angel. Despite feeling completely wrecked to learn what EZ had done, along with you keeping it in the dark, Angel feels wanted for the first time in a long time. Though true you wanted to protect yourself, you wanted to protect him more. To him, that’s enough to look past the wrong you did. He knows in this moment, you are truly the one for him.

#Mayans MC #mayans mc fic #mayans mc imagine #angel igancio reyes #angel reyes fic #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes x you #angel reyes x y/n #angel reyes angst #angel reyes fluff #angel reyes smut

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thedandelion-writer · 4 years ago

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❝brittle heart❞

Word count: 952

Summary: Birthday fic inspired by his message!

Pairing: Xiao x gn!reader

A/N: Um, warning, unedited. A thunderbolt of inspo hit me right before bed and this is the product. Happy Birthday to my favourite complex emo. I love you so much <3

P.s This is a repost because the last did not appear in tags. Thanks a lot tumblr

Xiao seemed like the type to not care for birthdays.

Maybe he chose not to remember, or simply disliked having people congratulate him for being born.

So you were caught in a dilemma. To give, or not to give? A birthday gift, of course. Was it selfish to thank the archons for creating this being, if Xiao himself thought that to live was to shoulder a burden, to repay debts.

Because to you, his existence was the complete opposite.

Surely if you gave him something small...he wouldn't notice? He hates things that are over-the-top anyways.

You spent half a day mulling it over, and by the time you decided on what you'd give him, the sky was already coated in a wash of dark ink. Which was exactly what you needed.

It shouldn't be so hard to get him a piece of crystalfly core, right? You could make it so he'd hang it by his waist. That way, he'd have something to remember you by whenever you weren't by his side.

The dark made spotting the glimmering, green specks way easier. What you underestimated, though, was how fast they flew away. Every time you thought you had one in your grasp, they skittered away like starlight.

Frustrated, you resigned to try again tomorrow. No matter how long it takes, you will have on by the end of tomorrow!

"Just you wait!" You shouted, to one that was already flying high above your head. "I'll get as many as it takes for my Xiao and that's a promise!"

Huffing indignantly to seemingly no one, you trudged back in defeat.

You woke up the next day, bright and early to catch the pesky things, only to almost have a heart attack. Right beside your bed, by the window, was the birthday boy himself. He had his mask on which just made the shock factor worse.

"What the hell- Xiao? What are you doing here? And why...why didn't you just go through the door?"

"It was locked," he simply stated as if that was a good enough reason to climb onto your windowsill and stayed there for who knows how long.

"Ah...aha...I see," you laughed nervously, opening the glass panes so he could safely come inside.

"So what brings you to casa de Y/N when the sun's barely even up?"

Xiao's mask disintegrated, reappearing on the side of his hip. The backdrop of the rising sun made his sides and hair glow a fiery amber, matching his eyes. You felt your heart race familiarly. Every time, he never failed to make you feel this way.

"I had nothing to do today," you notice his gaze dropped to the floor as he rummaged his pockets.

But the day's barely begun though? You almost said aloud, but you had a feeling he was about to continue, so you shut your mouth.

"So, I've decided to bring these crystalflies for you. To put in your hair." In his hand lay about 10 cores. "I thought it would look--nice. But I caught more than I intended."

Your jaw dropped a little. Coincidence much? Now what were you supposed to get him?! Although, looking at the amount he had (that he caught for fun, mind you), made you think.

This man could catch all the crystalflies in the world if he wanted to.

"I hope you do not mind," Xiao continued, oblivious to your expression. He slid them into your palm, the cores still warm from being kept so close to his body.

And how could you not be touched? Xiao was not the type to regularly give you gifts. But when he did, you always treasured them dearly.

"Aww, thank you so much my love," you picked one up, lifting it up against the now-bright sky, it's translucent, crystalline surface refracting light onto your face. "I love them!"

"You know...I was actually planning on giving you one of these for your--I mean, today. But I guess you beat me to it haha!"

Xiao cleared his throat, as if about to confess to a crime.

"The truth is, I heard you call out my name yesterday. Seeing you struggle with such a simple task, I took it upon myself to get them for you," his voice was gruff, cheeks tinged a light pink that you always found irresistable. "I also thought they would look good on you. Since humans like decoration."

"Pffff." You almost burst out laughing at his last statement. "I think you mean accessories, dear."

"Whatever you call them," he crossed his arms to turn away a bit. Clearly embarrassed.

"Still though, I wanted to give you something. I know you don't really like celebrating it but...I just wanted to give you something."

The yaksha's face, that was usually ever indifferent to the point of being cold, softened the tiniest bit.

"Don't I always tell you, that spending time with you is a gift in itself."

"Are you implying that you want to spend the whole day with me?" You gave him a cheeky smile, to which he scoffed at.

"Interpret as you wish."

He was so easy to read.

"Hey Xiao?" You called out to him once more, before you two would head into the kitchen to make lots of almond tofu.

"I'm really really glad you're here."

You hoped that you covered your "Happy Birthday, thank you for being alive" well enough.

"Do not say...such ridiculous things."

He didn't turn around, so you couldn't really see his expression, but the tips of his ears that were burning a bright pink were a dead giveaway.

For a man so stoic, when with you, he had such a brittle heart.

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #xiao genshin impact #xiao x reader #xiao #xiao genshin impact x reader #genshin impact reader inserts #Lynn writes #please let this appear in tags tumblr i'm begging you

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hai-nakyuu · 4 years ago

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haikyuu boys whose personalities do a 180 when they’re around you (part one)

includes: akaashi, iwaizumi [feel free to send more for a part two!]

akaashi

he’s used to being the sidekick to bokuto, who’s always the center of attention

so when he starts dating you it’s a whole different story

a big change, but a good one

suddenly his confidence is over the roof

he’s still himself, but, well, more teasing about it

you fiddle with the bag of onigiri in your hands as you walk to the gym, the sounds of rubber shoes skittering on the floor of the court getting closer and closer as you near the gym doors.

you peek in once and there he is.

pretty onyx eyes shining as they follow the ball, making a spike into the other side of the court, one of his hands coming up to brush his black hair away from his face.

and then his gaze meet yours, and his lips twitch into a smirk as he clicks his tongue and winks at you.

it’s unfair how he can be so hot without trying.

or maybe, he was trying. sneaky little akaashi swapped his lunch with yours “on accident” just so you’d come to the gym and he could show you off to his friends.

speaking of them...

“agashiieeee!!” bokuto screeches from the other side of the net. “that was a good spike!! are you trying to show off?!”

a guy with black messy hair – from akaashi’s description, he must be kuroo- chuckles as he follows akaashi’s gaze. “looks like pretty boy’s tryna impress his s/o. look at how he’s literally undressing her with his eyes.”

your eyes widen at kuroo’s words and cover your face with your hands.

tsukishima- the kid in glasses- pinches the bridge of his nose. “kuroo-san, at this rate you’re going to be single ‘till the day you die.”

akaashi makes his way to you. “finally agreed to watch me at practice?”

you duck your head, trying to conceal the heat coming up on your face. “no, i-i just... y-you left your lunch.”

“aw, darling, are you just saying you wanted to have lunch with me? how sweet of you, love,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he takes the bag from your hands. you can’t help the jumble of words that comes out of you a fluster.

“oi, akaashi,” kuroo raises an eyebrow “mind introducing us?”

the both of you turn to bokuto, kuroo, and tsukishima.

“oh?” akaashi smirks at them, then at you. “this, is my pretty little y/n.”

he snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you close. you hide your face in his chest.

“HAAA?!” bokuto’s eyes widen. “YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!? CONGRATULATIONS!! SHE’S SO CUTE!!”

“she really is. she came all the way here because she wanted to see me at practice, didn’t she?” his grin widens as you stumble for words.

“i-i- ah... uh...”

he laughs, before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“it’s alright, love, next time if you really wanna come see me at practice, all you have to do is ask, darling.”

Tsukishima grabs akaashi’s wrist. “Oi, who are you and what have you done with akaashi-san?”

Akaashi raises an eyebrow. “what do you mean?”

“yeah, you’re not akaashi!” kuroo crosses his arms. “akaashi’s never like this around us!”

bokuto’s hair deflates, and the sad puppy look on his face would have made you laugh if you weren’t still burning up in akaashi’s grip.

“are you saying akaashi doesn’t like us anymore?” bokuto almost-whimpers.

“bokuto- oh, no, oh no no no no... AKAASHI LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO BOKE-TO!” kuroo’s eyes widen as tsukishima laughs at bokuto’s emo mode. “i think you broke him!”

bokuto whines. “DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME i’M HAPPY FOR YOU I’LL JUST HAVE TO GET OVER MY DRAMATIC SESSION”

akaashi sighs, then chuckles as he turns to you.

“i’ll handle bokuto-san for a minute, then all my attention will be on you for lunch. could you hold this?”

you reach for the onigiri bag he’s holding out to you, but he pulls you by the arm for a kiss on the lips that has you physically unable to function properly.

iwaizumi

iwa’s known to physically beat up everyone on the seijoh team, especially oikawa

don’t get me wrong, it’s all with good intention to get them to work harder and improve themselves

but everyone’s used to him being so aggressive in everything he does that when he goes from >:( to :) in a snap it never fails to catch them off guard

he really went uno-reverse in the middle of abusing oikawa

“OI SHITTYKAWA I CAN SEE YOU ROLLING YOUR EYES AT ME”

“BLEH AND WHAT ARE YAH GONNA DO ABOUT IT IWA-CHAN” oikawa sticks his tongue out.

big mistake on his flatass. because now, he’s taking mikasa volleyballs to the face.

“YOU BETTER STOP GOOFING AROUND, SHITTYKAWA, BECAUSE IF YOU SCREW UP EVEN ONCE I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL- oh hey, babycakes! what are you doing here?”

oikawa slowly lowers his hands from his head as the volleyballs suddenly stop. he sighs in relief as he hears iwa’s voice turn soft.

“baby, baby, baby, you didn’t have to get all this for me!”

oikawa turns to see iwa’s soft smile directed to the food in your hands.

“you told me on facetime you wanted mcdonald’s,” you hold out the bag to him.

“you’re always so sweet to me, even if i almost barely have time to kiss those chubby cheeks of yours,” iwa coos as he squishes your adorable face in his hands.

oikawa almost pukes rainbows at how sweet you two are, but he knows better than to make fun of his best friend.

“i’ll make it up to you, babe. you know what? i’ll ask coach if you can stay here every practice from now on. gotta have my princess to motivate me, right?”

you smile and nod as iwa laughs at your cuteness, and he lifts you over his shoulder as you squeal and pray he doesn’t slip.

suddenly, iwa shoots a glare at oikawa, and the latter’s blood runs cold, not even having recovered enough from the volleyball attack to get off the floor.

“in fact, babe, i’ll let you watch me while i beat shittykawa up. how does that sound?”

#iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff #akaashi headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu! headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!

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shortprince-cos · 5 years ago

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The Woes Of An Emo

Summary: Tune in this week for Virgil thinking this is all a coincidence! And some Logicality pining. As a treat.

Warnings: Swearing, not having much money(?). I think thats about it? Tell me if I need to add anything else!

{Masterlist} {Previous}

Thanks to @irritating-lady-knight for beta reading this for me!!!

Chapter 5: Maybe This Is Fine?

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Princey's date was called off?! How?! Who on earth wouldn't like him?! Virgil was furious, who the f**k says that they don't like someone until after they accept the date?!

...wait.

Virgil was such a hypocrite.

onthevirgeofananxietyattack: what?! What happened?! Who do i need to murder

princeofyourdreams: no one, im fine. he was just too nervous to say anything

Virgil wished he didn't relate so much to mystery guy, then maybe he would want to punch him.

onthevirgeofananxietyattack: well, are u ok?

princeofyourdreams: of course i am! I can conquer any challenge! Dont worry about me!

onthevirgeofananxietyattack: are u sure?

princeofyourdreams: seriously, anxiety, im ok. One disinterested boy isnt going to ruin me.

onthevirgeofananxietyattack: ok, good. Hes obviously not good enough for you anyway

princeofyourdreams: shut up haha

Well, Princey seemed to be doing ok. And maybe Virgil was a tad more excited then he should be, but can you blame him? He's had a crush on Princey for a year, and he might actually have a chance now!

Well, as much of a chance you could have when you've never even seen each other.

Now all Virgil had to do was go on this not-a-date date and live. Yay.

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"Ok, now if you run out of money, ask him to pay for you."

"Dad!" Virgil scolded. "I'm not going to leech off my friends!"

Remy just chuckled. "C'mon Virge, live a little! It's not everyday you actually step outside. With a couple of boys no less."

Virgil turned red. "It's a friend date, Dad." He grumbled.

Remy turned to where Virgil was in the passenger seat and tilted down his shades to look him in the eyes. "Sure it is."

Virgil grumbled something as Remy pulled the car in front of the mall. "Here's your stop, babe."

Virgil rolled his eyes as his mouth betrayed him by smiling. "Whatever, I'll see you later."

"Love you." Remy added while Virgil stepped out of the car.

"Love you too, Dad."

Virgil eventually made his way over to the food court, where everyone was meeting.

Virgil was also questioning why he suggested this hang-out anyway. It was going to be so awkward! How was he going to have a good time with the guy he rejected, a nerd who could probably kill him, and a "friend" he only started talking to two days ago?

Why did he do this?

"Viiiiiirrrrrrrgiiiiiiiiiilllllllll!!!!!" Patton was suddenly running towards where Virgil was standing in the food court.

"Uh- wait-" Virgil got trapped in a bear hug (how? Patton is so small!) as soon as Patton reached him.

"Patton, try not to kill the poor fellow." Roman chuckled as he walked up to the trap that Virgil was caught in.

Patton eventually let Virgil breathe as he let go. "Sorry! I just got excited! I don't normally go many places!" He exclaimed.

"Well, we'll have to take you to more places then, Patton." Logan smirked as he approached the small group.

Roman chuckled again as Patton blushed and silently thanked him. "Well then!" Roman announced. "Where shall we go first?"

"Hot To-"

"No, Pumpkin King, we're not going to Hot Topic." Roman immediately interrupted.

"Then why did I even come?" Virgil whined playfully.

"C'mon, Roman! Hot Topic does have some really good Disney stuff~" Patton pushed in a teasing tone.

Roman let out a long, exaggerated groan. "Fiiiiiinnnnnneeeee. We can go."

"Yes!"

"Yay!"

"Satisfactory."

"Wow. Y'all are a bunch of nerds." Said Roman.

"Says the guy who cried when they changed Mickey Mouse's art style." Logan shot back.

"ListEN IT LOOKS LIKE ABSOLUTE CRAP AND ISN'T TRUE TO THE ORIGINAL!"

"Roman, please, I don't want to spend twenty minutes talking about-"

Roman quickly pulled out his phone and displayed two Mickey Mouse pictures with different art styles. "Look, Logan. Look at how they massacred my boy."

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And after that debate, they made their way to the dark and ridiculously edgy Hot Topic, unfortunately located next to the very bright and pink Justice store.

"I must go, my people need me." Virgil joked as he walked through the doorway.

"Of course this is where your people are, where else could you find the emos?" Roman rolled his eyes playfully.

"Oh, do you know people here, Virgil?" Logan asked innocently, clearly not understanding the joke.

"No- it's- it's a meme."

"Don't even try, Angstintator, no one could ever teach Logan the way of memes." Roman announced, slowly drifting towards the Disney section.

"Well, they are nonsensical. They make zero sense most of the time!" Logan defended.

Patton suddenly gasped like a little kid in a candy store. "Vi, Ro, Lo, look!!!!!!"

They all looked to where Patton was pointing, and saw it.

They holy grail of cute things. Something that could almost (almost) rival Patton himself.

A Pusheen plush that was holding a cookie. It was beautiful (to Patton at least).

Patton squealed and grabbed the closest person (which happened to be Logan) and held his hand while dragging him towards the plush in excitement.

Logan immediately flushed and trailed after Patton helplessly.

Roman chuckled at that and returned to looking at the Disney merchandise, while Virgil made his way over to the band t-shirts.

"Look!!! Look at it!!!! It's so cuuuutttteeee!!!!!!" Patton fawned. He checked the tag for the price and immediately frowned. "Shoot..." He mumbled under his breath.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked, then checked the price. $39.98. Not too expensive, but expensive enough to be a pain.

"Ah. Not bring enough money?" Patton slowly nodded at the question, looking...guilty? Or maybe disappointed? Logan didn't really know, only that it was making Patton upset.

Logan frowned at that. Someone as bright and kind as Patton shouldn't be unhappy! Patton deserved to be happy at least 100% of the time, Logan thought.

"Logan!!! Come here!!! Look at this!" Roman called from behind a shelf somewhere, knocking Logan out of his thoughts.

"Uh- excuse me for a second Patton." Patton nodded with a small (was it sad, too?) smile as Logan went to find Roman.

Roman was located behind a shelf filled with more Disney merchandise. "What, Roman? I was kind of busy." He asked, clearly annoyed.

"Yeah, busy failing at wooing him." Roman rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Seriously Logan, how could you be so dense?"

"Do you want me to provide a list of examples and events that you were being 'dense' at?"

Roman simply groaned. "C'mon Logan, think for a second! Patton doesn't have enough money for the plush that makes him smile. A smile which you love seeing. Therefore, what do you do with that fat wallet of yours?"

It suddenly clicked in Logan's head. "Oh. Oh! Do you think he'll be happy about it?"

"Of course he will! He'll adore you!" Roman pushed Logan out from behind the shelf. "Now go gettem!"

Meanwhile, Patton was talking with Virgil.

"Hey, Virge! Did you find anything?"

All Virgil had to do to answer the question was look at Patton with the pile of shirts in his arms.

"Uh. Yeah." Virgil replied, thinking of how embarrassing this was.

Patton giggled a bit. "Do you need help carrying that?"

"Please." Virgil sighed.

Patton took some of the shirts and other clothing items (were those fishnets?!) out of Virgil's hands.

"So, are you doing ok?" Patton asked.

"O-oh. Yeah, I'm ok. I'm just worried about...if Roman is. Like, what if he's mad at me? I bet thats what he and Logan are talking about right now-"

"Slow down, Virgil." Patton interrupted. "I'm sure they aren't, and I really doubt that Roman's mad at you. If he was mad, he seems like the type to show it."

"That's...probably right." Virgil mumbled.

"Just calm down a bit, and have some fun! You are having fun, aren't you?"

Virgil smiled lightly. "Yeah. I am."

Patton smiled too. "Then let's go have more fun!"

And with that, Patton grabbed Virgil's hand and dragged him to the next shelf, looking through more cute things.

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{Next}

Dear all of the people who thought Virgil would figure it out this chapter,

HA! Y'all thought WRONG! Virgil and Roman share the same brain cell, but neither of them use it!

Taglist in reblog

Reblogs are appreciated!💖

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #kawaiikat54 fic #twoae fic #the woes of an emo fic #prinxiety #prinxiety fic #virgil sanders #ts virgil #roman sanders #ts roman #logicality #logan sanders #ts logan #patton sanders #ts patton #sanders sides high school au

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oceangenasi · 4 years ago

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My Merthur Playlist

I spend so much time making myself sad with my Merlin/Arthur playlist that I decided to share it and make you all sad too!

Heavy on the pining and sadness, but also on the beauty & deep love in their relationship 🥺🥰😭

When the Day Met the Night - Panic! At the Disco // gold rush - Taylor Swift // Only Love - Mumford & Sons // King And Lionheart - Of Monsters & Men // The Energy Never Dies - The Script // I Will Wait - Mumford & Sons // Shrike - Hozier // A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Commentary below the cut!

1. "When the Day Met the Night" by Panic! At the Disco

When the moon fell in love with the sun / All was golden in the sky / All was golden when the day met the night

Yes, it’s literally the Dynamic. Sue me. I titled a fic after this song because like, the color symbolism?? Gold is the best of Arthur: his crown, his sigil. And gold is the best of Merlin: his magic. Gold is the best of them, formed when they come together.

When the moon found the sun / He looked like he was barely hanging on / But her eyes saved his life

How many times have Merlin’s golden eyes saved Arthur’s life?

As long as you can make a promise / not to break my little heart / And leave me all alone

In the song, this is the only condition the moon makes for giving her love to the sun. And it’s all Merlin wanted, was for Arthur to stay with him. But he left anyway :(

Well he was just hanging around / Then he fell in love / And he didn’t know how / But he couldn’t get out

I fully believe Arthur didn’t mean to fall in love with Merlin. It happened by accident and before he even noticed it himself.

2. "gold rush" by Taylor Swift

Everybody wants you ... What must it be like / to grow up that beautiful?

I imagine this song as Merlin pining after Arthur, who is charismatic and beautiful and beloved. Especially in their early relationship when he’s like. This guy is a jerk and I hate that I’m falling in love with him.

And the coastal town / We never found will never / See a love as pure as it / 'Cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea / 'Cause it will never be

The pining energy!! They didn’t get to run away and live a peaceful farming life together. Depending on how closely you read canon, it’s possible they never even kissed. I think a lot about Merlin’s yearning and his grief, carried around with him for years.

3. "Only Love" by Mumford & Sons

Courtesy of @merlinoutofcontext and her gorgeous Merthur x Mumford & Sons playlist.

Alone again / Didn't they say that only love will win in the end

Do you know how emo I am about how lonely Merlin is? The answer is very. Merlin is full of so much love and gives it to so many people, and they die and he just has to continue on, alone with his grief and his secrets.

And I hunger and I thirst / For some shiver / For some whispered words / And the promise to come

Merlin’s magic and his love for Arthur can often be read as twin secrets. He’s waiting to confess, he’s afraid of how Arthur will react. He wants so badly, but he doesn’t know if he’ll ever have what and whom he longs for.

I didn't fool you but I failed you / In short, made a fool out of you

I kind of love how bad Merlin is at lying. This definitely seems like something he’d say about himself and Arthur, even if I don’t think it’s true. Arthur is more angry about the lies than the sorcery, in the end. It’s about the broken trust!

4. "King And Lionheart" by Of Monsters & Men

Howling ghosts, they reappear / in mountains that are stacked with fear

Did they... write this song about the show? They didn’t, but ghosts and fear-filled mountains are both things the boys have dealt with many times.

And as the world comes to an end / I’ll be here to hold your hand / Cause you’re my king / And I’m your lionheart

This line absolutely undoes me. Merlin, holding Arthur, at the end of it all. His bravery, his magic... it’s all for Arthur. Only for him.

5. "The Energy Never Dies" by The Script

We could all be dead tomorrow / but our love will carry on / When you know your days are numbered / And you’re looking in my eyes / It’s not the end / Because the energy never dies

A major theme on this playlist, because it makes me go feral: their love for each other will live on beyond their first, mortal lives. Merlin carries that love with him for years, when it’s all he has left of Arthur.

There’s no where / There’s no when / There’s no start / There’s no end / Cause this love / It transcends / I found you before / And I’ll find you again

Song choice was inspired by this photoset by @thesongofvillains, which I am never not thinking about.

6. "I Will Wait" by Mumford & Sons

These days of dust / which we’ve known / will blow away / with this new sun

So I really could just copy-paste this whole song but like. This bit is about Arthur becoming king after Uther’s death. A little “son” vs. “sun” punnery too? :)

So break my step and relent / You forgave, and I won’t forget

I literally wrote a fic about these two lines. Arthur rejects Merlin initially after the magic reveal, but then he forgives him. And Merlin loves him for it.

Now I’ll be bold / as well as strong ... A tethered mind / free from the lies

Magic! Reveal!

Paint my spirit gold ... I will wait for you

Merlin’s magic is gold, and it’s for Arthur. He’ll wait for centuries.

7. "Shrike" by Hozier

I couldn’t utter my love when it counted / Ah, but I’m singing like a bird ‘bout it now / I couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted ... The words hung above / but never would form / like a cry at the final / breath that is drawn

Arthur, dying in Merlin’s arms, unable to say everything he needs to... he only has time to say “thank you,” which is more important than confessing his love. Could also see "couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted” being about Arthur’s failure to legalize magic and bring about the Golden Age that Merlin dreamed he would.

Remember me, love / when I’m reborn

Unlike most of the songs on this list, this one is Arthur to Merlin, asking him to wait and remember. And he will.

8. "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri

How to be brave? / How can I love when I'm afraid to fall? / But watching you stand alone / All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

Merlin is full of fear -- for himself, for Arthur -- but every time Arthur does something amazing and inspirational like the Round Table or his speech at Camlann, Merlin’s standing there with all the love in his eyes, shining outward from him.

And all along I believed I would find you / Time has brought your heart to me / I have loved you for a thousand years / I’ll love you for a thousand more

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa??? Merlin walking the earth for 1500 years, believing Arthur will rise to return to him? He means these lines very literally.

#merthur #merthur playlist #bbc merlin #merlin/arthur #merlin x arthur #op #arthurpendragonns #merlinedit

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i-simp-for-gintoki · 5 years ago

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Shikamaru with an Uchiha!S/o

“I saw that you did a Yamanaka!s/o for that anon, it was great! Can I ask for another one with Shikamaru, but this time with a Uchiha!s/o? Like, idk, if Sasuke had a twin sister and she stayed on the village, but she's a shinobi too? And she uses a sword like her brother, and some people of the village look at her suspiciously because of what her brother did? Thank you!!!” -anon

This came out kinda way longer then i meant it too be and wasn’t 100% focused on you and shikamaru so im sorry about that.

Oh b o y

Where do i even start?

Being an uchiha, especially directly related to sasuke did not make you look good what so ever

You two were close at one point, inseparable even, but once your elder brother slaughtered your whole clan, you both kinda drifted a bit.

Don’t get me wrong, sasuke still cared for you and vice versa but he was much more cold and closed off about his feelings

No more “lets train to impress nii-san, y/n-chan” type of shit anymore

You still tried to remain a bit positive, and be nice to others unlike your brother

You didn’t agree with wanting to kill Itachi, because what good would that bring? How would killing someone because they killed solve anything?

During the first few years of school, shikamaru might not care much for you

Just another classmate in his eyes

Might even have a few negative thoughts in the back of his mind since you guys are twins

He never cared for sasuke since he’s never anything but an ass to people

And when he’s not he’s acting like a cocky shit

He thought you guys acted the same but that proved to not be the case when he saw you outside of class once

He was out getting some dango at a new place with choji and thats where he saw you

He didn’t really want to greet you but much to his surprise you greeted them with a smile

Even offered some of your dango and choji was extremely grateful for that

You guys held a pleasant conversation and ever since then have hung out at the dango place after school

After you guys became official shinobi, you didn’t have time to hang out every day but you did when you had the chance

You once got shikamaru to wear his headband actually on his head instead of his arm and boy did he look stupidly handsome

During some point in the chunnin exams, you noticed your brother’s desire for power has grown an alarming amount

It was no longer “lets train and ask our sensei’s to give us jutsu” but “I will do anything and everything in order to gain more strength”

It honestly scared you and so you went to shikamaru and ranted about it

He acted annoyed that you went on and on about someone he didn’t care for, but did truly listen to your words

“Don’t worry, its just his teenage angst faze kicking in.” “...maybe” “I’m pretty sure everyone gets it, it’ll pass” “Even you?” “my emo faze lasted three whole minutes as i watched choji eat the food i was looking forward to all day”

Sasuke basically stopped showing emotions to you after the exam and it really saddened you

He basically treated you as someone he lived with

Not family or friend but like “oh thats my room mate i guess”

You were out with shikamaru when sasuke ran off to find naruto, he didn’t bother to explain and you honestly didn’t care

He wants to brawl with the loud blonde? Go for it

What you didn’t know is that he would run into Itachi

Or that itachi joined some terrorist group

You didn’t hear this news until later on when your sensei sat you down and explained the situation

shikamaru cheered you up as best as he could

when the Nara became chunin, instead of sitting besides sasuke all day who was recovering from a mission, you hung out with him

Sasuke wasnt that injured anyways and he may or may not have told you to quit worrying about him

called him handsome and he basically turned into a tomato

got some bbq with his friends and when ino started commented about minding your weight and looks and stuff you kinda became slightly insecure in the moment

he cheered you and choji up by making a few jokes

you gave him a peck on the cheek and dude he had such a dumb smile on his face

ah man ive written too much and havent even reached shippuden yet im sorrryyy

lets speed threw this then

when sasuke left the village you were distraught but he did his best to cheer you up

reassured you he and his team will bring him back

you wanted in the mission and he was hesitant about it

you were a damn good kunoichi and you also had the sharingan too so that could help

he eventually agrees

when yall fail the mission you cry because your emo duck-bitch of a twin didnt even bother to say good bye

Shikamaru does his best to make you feel better but he feels so guilty

he sincerely apologizes and chokes up a bit when hes talking about how he failed the mission and broke his promise on getting him back

you hug him and say its okay

from then on you guys get closer than ever

You dont remember exactly when but you got a sword, almost like a katana

you learn how to use it and love it

Add some fire or lightning to it, man you feel like a bad ass

you carry it everywhere with you

little do you know you basically chose the same sword as sasu-gay

by the time shippuden starts, shikamaru awkwardly asks you out and you agree

as much as shikamaru loves you, the village doesnt think to well of you

your eldest brother slaughtered your clan and joined a terrorist group

and now your twin goes rouge and is proceeding to head down a darker path with orochimaru

they probably expect you to do something similar

some people even think that you only stayed in the village so you can give them intel and sell out the leaf’s secrets

basically the village cares for you as much as Tobirama did for the uchiha

not too much.

in fact if you were gone they could finally be free of any uchiha

If your bothered by those rumors or things people say, shikamaru can’t really do anything to stop them

But he can do his best to take your mind off it

Might get you some dango and say to go cloud watching, or nap under some tree to let you relax

But remember this isn’t a one way relationship, you do stuff for shikamaru as well

When he was feeling stressed (though he didn’t really show it) about planning the next chunnin event, you gave him a massage and just let him relax

You got him his favorite food and took him to his favorite hill

He doesn’t really rant or talk a lot about his problems

He’s too lazy too and doesn’t feel like its that important

You make it clear to him that every opinion he has matters

You two some times go on little small lunch dates

Ino and choji are always somewhere in the background watching

Ino probably comments that you got the uchiha good looks and with out thinking shikamaru just agrees

Definitely became embarrassed when ino squealed and shook him around

Ah man there is actually to much drama around sasuke and itachi in shippuden and im lazy so lets forget about that

I think shikamaru with an uchiha!s/o would probably be an 8/10 experience depending on how angsty you get

#Shikamaru x reader #shikamaru headcanons #shikamaru #naruto headcanons #naruto imagines

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cozy-the-overlord · 4 years ago

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Christmas Across the Stars

Summary: A backlogged mission on Jotunheim means Piper's going to miss Christmas with her family this year. At least she's not completely alone.

Written for @the-emo-asgardian's 'Tis The Season Writing Challenge on the prompt "snowed in and unable to get to family"

Word Count: 2,938

Pairing: Loki x OFC

A/N: *wipes sweat off brow* whew! For a while I wasn't sure if I was going to get this done in time for Christmas. But here it is! I've been writing a lot of angst lately, so it was really nice to write something sweet and fluffy for a change. I did try to keep Piper somewhat vague as a character, but there's a lot of me/my family traditions in this story, so for that reason I decided to make it an OFC rather than a reader-insert. Hope you don't mind.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you and your families, and I hope you all have a healthy and fulfilling New Year! Thanks for reading! :)

Tags: @lucywrites02 @gaitwae

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She had been staring at the stone ceiling for nearly three hours when Piper decided enough was enough. Abandoning the thick, itchy blankets and the naïve dream of getting some sleep tonight, she reached for her boots.

One of the annoying things about life on Jotunheim (and there were many) was the inability to do a damn thing without first putting on fifty layers. Her nylon jacket rustled as she pulled it over her arms, zipping up with an obnoxious squeak. Across the room, Olsen popped up in her bunk.

“Wuzgoinon?” she muttered, opening a bleary eye.

“Nothing,” Piper said quickly. “I’m just going for a walk. Go back to sleep.”

Olsen hummed, head dropping back to the pillow. Her other two companions didn’t stir. Piper sighed and grabbed her scarf and hat.

Her footsteps echoed against the rocky walls as she made her way to the bunker entrance. They weren’t supposed to go outside alone, what with being stationed on an unpredictable alien planet and all, but the blizzard that had been raging on for the past two weeks had finally seemed to pass and Piper could use a breath of fresh air.

The frozen hellscape greeted her with it’s usual chilly slap to the face. She coughed, bringing her scarf above her nose. When they had first arrived, the cragged mountain cliffs had hypnotized Piper. They stretched far above the horizon, their jagged silhouettes cutting through the paint-splattered sky like a crooked dagger. It was a severe kind of beauty, unlike anything Piper had ever seen before.

Now, it felt like the serrated ridges were laughing at her.

Piper sat down against the bunker door with a grunt, rubbing her hands through her mittens. What was she even doing out here? What had she expected to find? Despite her day-long daydreams, the bitter wishes she stored deep in her heart, her reality had not changed: she was a tiny ant of a person, trapped on this icy rock of a planet, sleepwalking her way through this drawn-out farce of a mission.

What a way to spend Christmas Eve.

When she had signed up for this job, it had been an adventure. Traveling across the stars to a world that until recently had only existed in myth, to test out technology that would allow for interplanetary travel? Move over, Captain Kirk. Piper Bassow was boldly going where no (human) man had gone before.

The mission had supposed to last for six months. They left at the beginning of February, wide-eyed and excited for the enterprise. They had planned to be home in August. Then something came up, some snag with the tech back on Earth, easily fixed but it disrupted the schedule. Their return date was moved to October. No problem, Piper thought. We’ll still be back for the holidays.

Then, a blizzard knocked out their antenna. Again, easily fixed, but they had to wait for the wind to die down before they could risk going out to fix it. Disrupted the schedule. Now their return date was end of November.

We’re still fine, she told herself. Thanksgiving is a shit holiday anyways. Who cares if you miss it?

The final communication from SHIELD was what did her in. The last three months of data had gotten corrupted. They needed to stay until February. Piper had been on radio duty when she got the message. Instead of replying, she dashed the receiver against the wall.

It was immature. She had signed up for this mission knowing full well that there was a high chance that things wouldn’t go as planned. In fact, she should’ve been thankful—out of all the things that could have gone wrong, this was pretty innocuous. Everyone was safe, everyone was healthy, they had enough rations to last over a year. There was no reason to be this upset.

But … the reality that she was going to miss Christmas with her family this year was tough to grapple with. Christmas was a big deal. Her siblings and her had all long since moved out, but they still all flocked back by December the 24th, where they’d stay up all night stuffing their faces with their mother’s butter cookies and arguing over which movie to watch as the piney scent of the Christmas tree wafted through the room. No matter where they were in the world, they found a way home.

But Piper supposed she wasn’t anywhere in that world anymore.

She huffed, pulling her hands closer against her chest as the wind whistled on. Christmas had been the one thing she had been working towards all year. Feeling homesick? You’ll be home with everybody for Christmas. Getting frustrated with one of her teammates? By Christmas you’ll have forgotten they exist. Blizzard outside wrecking her day? Just think of all the stories you’ll have to tell everyone over Christmas dinner.

And yet, here she was, Christmas Eve, freezing her ass outside on this godforsaken ice cube.

“What are you doing out here?”

Piper nearly jumped out of her skin. She whipped around to find their Jotun guide looming over her with a frown. Nearly a year of companionship with him had proved that Loki Laufeyson was hardly the malevolent villain the rest of her world believed him to be (SHIELD wouldn’t have put this mission in his hands if he was), but something about his presence still unsettled her. He said very little, choosing to skulk in the shadows and reappearing only when he deemed it absolutely necessary. It never failed to amaze her that a living creature could move so quietly—you never realized he was besides you until you turned around and he was there.

Piper tried to pull herself to her feet, but with all her extra padding she just rocked around on the ground. Her face burned.

Loki raised an eyebrow. “Do you need help?”

“I’m fine,” she huffed, crossing her arms and scowling up at him. I guess I’m staying here for a bit. Where had he even come from? She was leaning against the bunker door—it hadn’t opened since she’d been here. “What are you doing out here?” she asked accusingly.

Loki motioned his head towards the boulder pile behind the bunker. “We were getting some odd readings from the east. I thought I should check up on it.”

“Oh.” Piper peered through the ice, but she couldn’t make out the sensor that was supposed to track the movements of Jotunheim’s celestial satellites. “Is everything okay?”

He nodded, gaze unflinching. “I believe an animal disrupted the apparatus. I righted it.” Cocking his head, he frowned. “So is there a reason you’re sitting outside in the middle of the night in the dead of Jotun winter, or have you just finally gone mad?”

Piper let out a breathy laugh despite herself. She leaned her head against the stone door. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Ah.” He sounded neutral enough, but Piper was fairly certain he was judging her.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” she added quickly. Glancing at her watch, she added, “Or Christmas Day. I’m not sure.” There was another annoyance about Jotunheim—the time difference was catastrophic.

“Oh,” Loki nodded again. He didn’t move. She frowned. What was he waiting for? Perhaps he didn’t know what she was talking about.

“It’s a holiday,” she explained. “On Earth. It’s kind of a big deal.”

“Yes, I’m aware.” For a moment, the two of them were silent, Piper staring out into the snow, Loki staring down at Piper. She waited for him to walk away, but he didn’t budge.

She sighed. “Do you need something?”

“You are upset.” He said it so matter-of-factly, as if it were plain as day. Piper’s embarrassment came flooding back.

“No. It’s not—” she inhaled. He was right. She was far too upset. “I just—I thought I’d be home for it.” Her eyes were burning. Piper leaned her head back against the door in frustration. Was she seriously crying over this?

“Oh.” Surely he’d leave now, now that he knew that nothing was actually wrong. She shifted to move her weight from against the door so he would be able to return inside. But to Piper’s surprise, he didn’t leave. After a moment’s hesitation, Loki sat down next to her with a grunt.

“I’m afraid my knowledge of Midgardian tradition is rather lacking,” he said as he made himself comfortable against the door. “Christmas is a religious holiday, yes?”

Piper stared. It took her a moment for her to find her voice. “Oh, um, yeah—” she stuttered. “Technically. But not everyone who celebrates it is super religious. Like, I don’t think anyone in my family has gone to church in their life.”

“What is it you celebrate then?” He leaned forward, seeming genuinely interested

“I don’t know. Family. Giving. That’s what they call it, the season of giving.” Geez, she sounded like the star in a Hallmark movie. “My family always had a big get-together every year. Or, has—I guess they still are this year, I’m just… not there.” Her voice trailed off pitifully. Piper forced a smile, desperate to show him that she wasn’t completely pathetic. “But it’s fun. We have cookies and chocolates and everything and we decorate the tree and give each other presents—”

“Pardon me,” Loki interrupted, perking up. “What do you mean ‘decorate the tree’?”

“Oh, yeah.” Of course he wouldn’t know what she was talking about. “It’s a Christmas thing. You get a pine tree—some people have fake ones, my family always goes to a farm to get one—and you put it in your house, and you decorate it with lights and ornaments and stuff, and then you put the presents for everyone under the tree.”

That was another thing she missed this year. Usually, whoever was in town with her parents for Thanksgiving would drive out with them to the Christmas tree farm the next day to help pick out a tree. That was always an adventure—her mom would be scurrying between the lines of trees as the rest of them rushed to follow her, pine needles attacking them mercilessly from both sides. Piper’s mother was a perfectionist in every aspect of life and picking out a tree was no different. They’d spend hours circling the farm, listening to her as she found a flaw in each one they came across.

“The shape of this one is just too wide. Far too dry. Oh look, there’s a hole right in the middle! That one’s beautiful, but it’s so tall, I don’t think it would fit in our house—”

Eventually, she would find a tree that came close enough to her standards (“well, this one has a bare side, but we’ll put it up against the wall so no one will see it”) and Piper would crawl under the thing with the shitty saw they got at the front and go to work, her two sisters bouncing around like cheerleaders at a football game when the tree finally came crashing down.

Piper suddenly realized that she wasn’t going to get to see this year’s tree.

Besides her, Loki sounded lost in thought. “That sounds like Yule.”

She turned, frowning. “Yule?”

“An Asgardian holiday. We decorate pine trees as well.” He sighed, almost wistfully. Piper had never seen him this relaxed before. “It’s probably where the Midgardian custom comes from.”

“Oh, yeah.” She thought she had heard that once, that a lot of Christmas traditions had come from the Vikings, although she had never made the connection between that and Asgard. It made sense—wasn’t Loki straight out of Viking myth? “What do your tree decorations look like?”

Loki hummed. “We had special enchantments on the trees to create the illusion of glowing orbs of light within the branches. You couldn’t touch them—your hand would go right through.” He laughed. “It drove my brother mad when we were little. On more than one occasion he knocked down the whole damn tree trying to grab the light.”

Piper grinned. “That sounds like our cat! We have these little glass balls that are like, multicolored, and he’s always trying to bat them down. My mom wakes up to find ornaments all over the floor. One time he even managed to get the star” That cat’s a little shit and he knows it, she’d tell Piper on the phone. I can’t wait til you guys get home. He’s always on his best behavior for you.

Loki was staring at her quizzically. “The star?”

“Yeah. You put the star at the top of the tree, and it lights up. It’s like a topper ornament. I’m not sure where that comes from.” Piper sighed. “I hope they’re able to get it all set up this year. I’m usually the one who does the lights and the star and everything.”

“I’m sure they’ll manage.”

“Yeah.” Of course they would. The idea that they couldn’t manage without her was nothing but wishful thinking on Piper’s part, a tiny, selfish little part of her that wished they were as lonely and miserable as she was. “It’s just—” she inhaled. “I’ve never missed Christmas before.” Her fingers were going numb under her mittens. She rubbed them against each other.

She could feel Loki’s eyes on her, studying her as she blew into her hands. He didn’t say anything for the longest time, but the silence felt more analytical than judgmental.

“You should go inspide,” he finally said. “It’s far too cold out here for you to just be sitting still.”

He was right, but still Piper bristled. “I’m fine.”

“Please.” He stood in one fluid motion, holding his palm out to her. “If you freeze to death out here, SHIELD will find a way to blame me for it.”

“I—” Her pride screamed at her to keep protesting, but the biting wind was picking up, cutting under her coat and piercing her bones. She couldn’t help the shivers, even as Loki shot her a pointed look.

Piper sighed. “Alright.” She took his hand (how was he so warm?!) and allowed him to pull her to her feet and lead her inside.

…

“Bassow! Bassow, wake up!”

The shouts rattled her skull as she pulled herself from deep within the recesses of sleep. “Hng?”

She was face down in her bunk. When had she even gone back to bed last night? She had been talking to Loki …

It was Medoff who was yelling her name.

“Come on, you’ve got to see this!” her teammate shouted in her ear as she shook her arm.

Piper groaned, pulling herself from the warm cocoon of blankets she had wrapped around herself at some point in the night. Her head was pounding. What time is it?

“See what?” she muttered.

Medoff yanked her out of bed, seemingly trying to jerk her up. “You’ve just got to see it. You won’t believe it otherwise.”

It was too cold. Piper ripped her blanket from her mattress and followed Medoff through the bunker hallways with it wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak, head lost in a sleepy fog.

“Is this really that import—” she trailed off when they reached the common area. The table where they took their meals had been pushed into the corner, but that was hardly what rendered her speechless.

There was a tree. A great, big, beautiful evergreen tree, with needles of emerald green, more vibrant than any Piper had ever seen on Earth. Kaleidoscopic orbs floated amongst the branches, slowly shifting through the colors of the rainbow before her eyes, held to the tree by chains of silver light. And on the top … it was a star, but comparing it to the plastic things Piper would haphazardly wrestle to the top of her Midgardian Christmas trees felt like a crime. It was as if someone had plucked one of the celestial bodies from the night sky and just fixed it at the peak, sparkling so bright it was almost blinding.

For a moment, Piper just blinked. “What—how—”

“We don’t know!” Olsen laughed from the table, where she was sitting with Wynn, the final member of their team. “We just woke up a few minutes ago, and it was like this! Isn’t it insane?”

“I mean, it is Christmas Day,” Wynn said. “Back at home, I mean. I guess Santa made it to Jotunheim after all.”

“Yeah. Santa.” Coming to her senses, Piper glanced about the room. It couldn’t be a coincidence that the most enchanting Christmas tree in existence magically appeared in their bunker mere hours after that conversation. She found him lurking in the hallway, watching them all from afar. Loki met her gaze, and Piper suddenly realized his eyes were the same brilliant green as the tree.

The biting homesickness that had been festering in her heart was still there, but it was beginning to fade, as if someone had wrapped it in a warm blanket. She smiled. As her colleagues continued to chatter over the tree, Piper made her way over to the Jotun prince.

“Thank you.”

He shrugged. “It was hardly an unpleasant task. I thought I might enjoy indulging nostalgia for a day as well.”

The changing lights from the tree cast a mystical glow to the desolate bunker, sparkling across the stone walls. It was like living within the Northern Lights. Hesitantly, Piper reached to put her hand on his forearm. “Merry Christmas, Loki.”

At first, he stiffened, but after a moment, he returned her warm smile. “Merry Christmas.”

#christmas across the stars #loki marvel #loki fanfic #loki x ofc #christmas fic

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c-swirlz · 4 years ago

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A Party and Quality Time | Sanders Sides Oneshot (Virgil ‘Birthday’ Special)

Summary: Virgil has never had a party. Remus is determined to change that.

Pairing(s): Platonic Dukexiety

Content/trigger warning(s): Innuendos, swearing/profanity, nudity mention, food mentions, Christmas mentions

[AO3 link]

|| I’m a day late with a ‘birthday’ special again, but eh. Happy Birthday, Virgil! ||

When Virgil was younger, he had yearned for a party. Every year, on the 19th of December, he would go about his day hoping to turn a corner and find the Others waiting around it to surprise him with a cake and decorations strung on the ceiling.

That never happened.

Every year, on Virgil’s ‘birthday’, all he would get were a few mutters of, “Happy birthday,” as he made his way around the Others’ sector of the Mindscape, nothing else. It wasn’t that they didn’t care enough to throw a party -- most of them were just preoccupied with messing with the Cores’ Christmas preparations -- without them knowing, of course -- around that time of year.

After a while, Virgil stopped yearning. He accepted that he would never be thrown a birthday party. Even after he became a Core Side, the other three were always too busy with Christmas preparations (oddly enough, the Others stopped messing with them after Virgil joined them), though Patton would apologise profusely every year. Virgil would simply shrug it off and act as if it wasn’t a big deal.

It was, but Virgil would never say that aloud.

Then came Remus’ debut. Virgil had always felt unsettled by Remus’ presence, but the two of them had been the best of friends, once. Years ago, Remus had said that if Virgil ever wanted to hang out, he’d be there, though Virgil doubted that offer still stood.

So, come December 19th after Remus’ debut, the last thing Virgil was expecting was to be visited by the Side in question.

“What the hell do you want?”

Remus flashed his acquaintance a manic grin, and Virgil couldn’t help but notice that the other’s teeth were remarkably clean compared to other times he’d seen them. Since when did Remus care about personal hygiene?

“Now now, Emo, is that any way to greet a friend who just wants to show you a good time?”

Remus wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Virgil gagged, glancing over his shoulder and looking at literally anything else for a moment before getting the courage to face Remus again.

“Just answer the question.”

Remus rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest with a pout. “Jeez, Virgil, you’re still such a party pooper. Speaking of parties -- and to answer your question, I simply want to show you a little something I put together for your special day.

Virgil raised an eyebrow, sceptical. “What?”

Remus lunged forward and grabbed Virgil’s wrist, holding it in a vice-like grip as the anxious Side struggled, attempting to pull away.

Remus sunk down, taking Virgil with him.

~---~

Virgil opened his mouth to scream a string of profanities at Remus as the two of them reappeared, but the words died in his throat as he caught a glimpse of the sight in front of him. He was so busy gawking that he almost failed to realise they were in Remus’ half of the Imagination.

Black and purple streamers were strung up in the trees, and balloons shaped like the logo sewn onto his jacket were floating around. Sitting centre stage was a folding table, and sitting atop it was a single present and... ingredients?

“What... is all this?”

“A party, duh! It may not seem like much right now, but we’ll get to the juicy stuff soon enough. The Core bores are always so busy with preparations for Bitchmas, so I rightfully assumed you would need a valiant hero to swoop in and finally throw you your first ever ‘birthday’ celebration.

Virgil stared at the decorations around him in awe. “Whoa...”

The anxious Side couldn’t help but allow his gaze to drift towards the ingredients, which Remus noticed.

“Ah, almost forgot about those!” Remus shot Virgil a grin. “I can’t cook for shit, so you’re helping make the cake.”

Virgil crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “And by ‘helping’, I’m assuming I’m gonna be doing all the work while you provide ‘moral support’?”

Remus cackled and nodded. “Yep!”

Virgil rolled his eyes, his lips curling up into a microscopic smile. “Goddammit. C’mon man, why do I have to do all the work? Like you said, it’s my ‘special day’ -- at least give me some help.”

Catching on, Remus gazed up at nothing in mock thought before looking back at Virgil with a smirk on his face. “Oh, alright. I suppose I could actually help you, Virgin -- just this once.”

Virgil smiled, gathering the ingredients. “Cool.”

~---~

The process of making the cake was, for lack of a better word... eventful. Remus had conjured a kitchen (it was really just kitchen appliances dropped into the environment, but Virgil refrained from mentioning that) and the pair had prepared all the ingredients, but then Remus ‘accidentally’ dirtied Virgil’s jacket with flour, which led into a flour fight which lasted about ten minutes. Afterwards, the two of them were in stiches, making it difficult to resume cooking, but they somehow managed.

In the end, the cake was -- to put it simply -- a colossal failure. Virgil didn’t mind, but appreciated Remus’ conjuring of a simple cupcake for him. “Screw the sentiment!” Remus had cheered.

Then, the real party began.

Music blared from speakers Virgil hadn’t seen initially, and Remus’ creations danced around without a care in the world. Amongst all the light-hearted chaos, Virgil allowed himself to relax, if only slightly. He snorted as Remus let out a whoop while spinning in circles, only to crash into a tree trunk and fall onto the dying grass. Virgil had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from going into hysterics when he heard the distant, “Still alive, bitches!” as Remus leapt to his feet and pumped his fists into the air.

Not bad for my first party, Virgil thought as Remus darted over and dragged him to the folding table so he could open his present.

~---~

Virgil thought the party’s conclusion would be the end of it.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Late that night, as he was finally settling into bed, he sensed another presence in the room. He tensed up, his fight-or-flight reflexes kicking in, but then he heard the quiet, manic giggle he knew all too well and the fear drained away as he huffed.

“Jesus, Remus -- warn a dude next time!”

Remus emerged from the shadows, his hair somehow worse than it normally was and his typical outfit replaced with... something that resembled sleepwear.

Well, at least he wasn’t naked.

Remus held out a hand, and Virgil had a feeling he knew what was coming. Roman had done that same thing many times, to the point when the rest of the Cores had agreed to ban him from watching Aladdin until he stopped. The prince had whined for hours, but he soon got over it. He was allowed to watch it again just a few days later.

“Do you trust me?”

Oh God.

“I dunno, do I?”

Remus puffed his cheeks, the expression just as admittedly adorable as it had been when he was younger.

“C’mon, Virge, take this seriously! Just play along and I’ll leave you alone for... a month!”

Virgil smiled slyly. “Only a month?”

Remus threw his head back and groaned. Loudly. Virgil silently thanked Roman for soundproofing the room.

“Fine, two months -- just take my hand!”

Virgil grabbed his portable Bluetooth speaker (a ‘birthday’ gift -- he had a feeling he’d need it) and tucked it under his arm before taking Remus’ hand. Remus smiled -- a genuine smile -- and sunk down, taking Virgil with him a second time.

~---~

When the pair reappeared, Virgil was silent. Him and Remus were standing on a rooftop overlooking the Imagination, the peaceful silence broken only by the occasional murmur of the creatures that thrived.

Remus sat, inviting Virgil to do the same. While Remus allowed his legs to dangle off the edge, Virgil crossed his, placing his Bluetooth speaker beside him and connecting his phone. He opened Spotify and went to his personal playlist. Sunrise, Sunset began playing, the speaker’s volume set to low.

“The Core bores gave you stuff too, right?”

Virgil glanced over at Remus and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, of course they did.”

Remus nodded, looking down beyond where his feet were dangling. “Ah, okay. Cool.”

There was silence.

“Just because they couldn’t throw me a party doesn’t mean they didn’t still care, Dukey.”

More silence.

Virgil nudged Remus.

Remus looked at Virgil.

“Hey, for the record, I liked your present the most,” Virgil said, gesturing to the Bluetooth speaker. “Don’t tell the others I said that, though.” He looked back at Remus and smirked. “Whaddya say we plant it in Princey’s room tomorrow and disturb his millionth Disney marathon?”

Remus grinned slyly. “What a marvellously devious plan, Virgil. I love it.”

“So you’re in?”

“What a ridiculous question -- of course I am.”

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #sanders sides oneshot #virgil sanders #ts virgil #sanders sides virgil #remus sanders #ts remus #sanders sides remus #platonic dukexiety #virgil sanders birthday #tw innuendos #tw swearing #tw profanity #tw nudity mention #tw food mentions #christmas mentions #swirlz scrawls

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mimik-u · 4 years ago

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“Change Your Mind” Re-watch:

I’ve been dealing with this feeling on and off ever since I started “Diamond Days” earlier this week, but dang, I’m a little sad that I’ve reached the end of the show again. Of course, I’m excited to visit the movie again and see Future for the first time (!!!), but this episode above all really marks the end of an era. But things end and things change.

That’s the thesis of this episode anyway. And really, the nature of this beautiful show. :’)

Steven’s dream sequence is so haunting, both in terms of it explicitly showing us how Blue Diamond is currently recapitulating the very same cycles which pushed Pink away by showing us such a similar flashback from the past, but also by dredging up the horror of Pink’s memories. The idea that Steven’s gem still has access to some of his mother’s memories is used to its most visceral effect here, in which we get a nightmare heightened lens of how miserable she was, and often times, scared.

When the Diamonds stretched out their grieving hands through the cosmos and towards the world their youngest member loved, how did Rose feel to at once get a confirmation that she had been loved? Loved so powerfully that the Diamonds would try to destroy an entire planet to exact their revenge, and yet, at the same time, loved so terribly that they would never think twice about doing so, or that it took this for them to ever show it?

“This... isn’t normal. How many times did you lock her in here? How many times did you make her cry?” / “I didn’t... I... And I’m doing it again, aren’t I?” God, this exchange always undoes me. Not only is it Steven calling Blue out, but in a way, it’s him standing up for his mother, realizing what misery the Diamonds put her through and putting a name on it for Blue to recognize, contend with, and finally, accept. Blue tries to defend herself at first, but then, in the end, can’t. Because there’s no defense. There’s no excuse. And to horribly mangle a quote from Legend of Korra, by reaching that lowest point, Blue Diamond finally becomes open to the possibility of change.

It’s always so evocative to me that she collapses next to the tower window that’s at her eye level. Never explicitly stated, I think it really is implied here that Yellow and Blue have seen their fair share of this tower before, too, their trespasses of decorum excised out of them by White. In return, they tried to do the same to Pink. Cycles and cycles and cycles.

Gsleidjsneioeis, it never fails to make me laugh that Yellow is just sitting in the darkness, straddling her throne, waiting for Blue. Emo ass. I love her.

The Diamonds both look so shocked when Blue slaps Yellow’s hand away, as though neither of them can fathom, process, and believe what just happened. And yet, really, this is the climax to the schism between them that we’ve known since “That Will Be All.” They love each other—they loved Pink—but they have differed, fundamentally, on how to grapple with the pain of loving someone and losing her and existing from then on.

“When we thought Pink was shattered, when she abandoned us, I alone was there for you, and you would use your power against ME?” GO OFF, PATTI LUPONE EIEOSJSA. But this line gets me, too. Jesus. Yellow loves Blue so much.

“Didn’t we hurt Pink? She was suffering in silence for ages, just like our gems, just like me. And I know you’re suffering in silence, too.” HHHHHHH, AND THIS LINE. I think it’s significant because it’s Blue making a move we’ve rarely seen from her before—empathy. Her whole complex is that she’s been so lost in her own emotions that she forces them on everyone else, but here she does something monumental; not only does she acknowledge her own pain, but she uses it to recognize that others have been hurting, too. She and Yellow hurt Pink. (She makes herself and Yellow the agents of the action, therefore not evading the blame.) And so many of their gems have been hurt, too. Yellow has been hurting.

In her vulnerable expression that follows, it’s clear to the audience that Yellow knows her fellow Diamond’s words to be true, but she’s not ready to accept their veracity, to look inwards at the heart of her own misery. Also, help. I’m only 9 minutes into the episode.

“Does this look perfect to you?” And Yellow’s anger is stopped in its tracks. She looks immediately to Blue, literally smoking on the ground from the force of her attack. A fragment of palace crumbles emptily away. And this is the crux of the Homeworld Empire. It demands every gem, from the Diamonds downward, to sacrifice in the name of of perfection. But they’ve placed too much of an emphasis on appearance, numbers, quantity, and power, never interrogating the consequences that pursuing these ‘impressive’ entities bring: misery, hopelessness, despair.

“Stop... stop it, Blue. Stop using your power on me.” / “I’m not.” Hhhhhhhhh, I’m tender. And then, when Blue Diamond sweeps over to hold Yellow’s head?????? This is what being a Bellow Diamond fan is all about, okay rieososossnjaaj.

“You’ve made a grave mistake. Go to your rooms!” / “Uh, which rooms should we go to?” GJKHDFVHJNJJ. But yeah, White has definitely used the tower on Blue and Yellow b4.

Bismuuuuth, Lapis, Peri!!! God, I love Lapis’s outfit so much.

“Yellow and I will keep White distracted.” / Just go! Go! Hurry! She’s getting up!” Blue and Yellow know that in making this choice, they’ll face severe consequences, but still initially make the choice anyway.

And yet, Steven doesn’t let them make that choice. He doesn’t run away. Because he and this show fundamentally believe that change is effected through communication.

I still have thirty minutes of this episode left to go oskeodjsnsnsk, but now I need to symbolically talk about the Diamond mecha. It’s very on point that White’s ship can’t function if the other parts aren’t cooperating!!

The Diamonds finally expressing their vulnerabilities to the blankly staring ship is just so sad. They’re finally doing the emotional work that they’ve been neglecting for thousands upon thousands of years, and they’re almost literally meeting a wall.

“We Diamonds might be hard, but we’re also brittle.” / “I know my purpose isn’t to be happy.” Hhhhhhhhhh, these lines. The rigidity of the Diamond Authority has forced Yellow and Blue to become hard, to be unhappy. They, like all their gems, are suffering beneath the strain. Starting from the way it literally drains a planet of resources, this empire was never sustainable.

Cries bc the Diamonds are holding hands, AND THEN CRIES BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN VIOLENTLY AND PAINFULLY PUPPETEERED.

THE FUSING MONTAGE!!! EKSSKSJ, I love how when he goes to fuse with Pearl, he does a few ballerina moves. AND I LOVE HOW 2.0 IS UNREPENTANTLY BRITISH. IT’S SO FJNNY AND RIGHT.

“AH! Steven, we fused!” She’s so happy!!!!!!!!!! Hhhh!!!!!

“I’m here. I love you.” Steven says this before fusing with Garnet, and there’s nothing else that could have ever been so fitting for a fusion who prides herself on being here and being made, so beautifully and entirely, of love.

Sunstone always looks and sounds like they’re two seconds away from breaking the 4th wall on a Sunny D commercial from the 1990s, and that’s amazing.

OBSIDIAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN. Everything about them is FUCKING EPIC. (Also, if you haven’t listened to the S5 soundtrack yet, you need to go listen to Obsidian’s track without background noises!!!!!!! It’s so motivating! I listen to it when I’m studying sometimes!)

I’m still soft about Bismuth giving Connie her own sword. Let them b sword buddies 2k20.

BIG FYCKING LAVA SWORD!!!!

The animation on this episode is absolutely insane. God, the Crewniverse did so good.

“Poor Yellow. Her impurities absorb all the blue in her light. She’s so strong, but so weak when it comes to Blue.” 😭😭😭 What do you mean I’m still emotional over the fact that Yellow Diamond’s one perceived weakness is Blue? Hahahaha.

“Ah, and Blue. Her impurities soak up all the warmth in her spectrum. She thinks she needs you, Pink.” 😭😭😭 She needs Pink to be warm.

“But you’re a part of me, the part I always have to repress.” White doesn’t yet realize it, but this is actually her revealing her own flaw. Not only does she repress her love for Pink, but she represses her own sense of pinkness, too. So cerebral and so detached, she’s allowed herself to exist for these past 6,000+ years in the gaping maw without Pink as a being who has subjugated the entirety of her emotional expression. Just as Blue and Yellow are equals and opposites, so too, were Pink and White.

“Insecure, dependent, obsessed.” God. Another thing about White Diamond’s powers in relation to Pink is that White has the capacity to know a gem’s thoughts once she possesses them, whereas Pink was able to relate and empathize with their emotions. And indeed, that’s how Steven came to know and help the Gems’ problems over the course of the entirety of this show—through empathy, relation, compassion, and understandings, concepts so foreign to White Diamond. Simply alien.

POV: You’re Connie Maheswaran, and you have to fight a possessed bastardization of the Gem who once lovingly taught you everything you know about how to wield a sword.

White Diamond so simply and so precisely plucking Steven’s gem out of his stomach is the single most terrifying visual on this show. Jfc.

“SHE’S GONE.” The animus of the Pink Diamond gem prmordially screams the truth that White Diamond refuses to accept. Pink is gone. There’s no undoing death. There’s no separation from gem and body. There is only, just as there has always been for fourteen years, Steven.

He is not, and never will he ever be, his mother.

Oh, my God. This show.

And just as White Diamond parting Steven from his gem is the scariest moment in the show, Steven reuniting with him is the most transcendent. He laughs. He hugs himself. He dances. Because Steven Universe is entirely his own being.

And he loves himself. That is the crucial part. That is the beginning and the end and the resolution. Oh, my GOD. This show.

“I am a child. What’s your excuse?” KWIDIDOSJSKSKSISOSMA, GET HER.

Steven walking over to comfort Pink Pearl, even though he doesn’t know her, even though the only iteration he has seen of her has been her lobotomized version—forbidding and detached—is so tender.

WISOSJSJS, I know this is emotionally deep and indicative of just how ingrained their psychological complexes are that they don’t know how to deal with vulnerable expressions of emotion, but White, Yellow, and Blue being so dramatic about White blushing is honestly hilarious.

Sadie singing “Let Me Drive My Van into Your Heart” is so good, but what’s even better is that two second shot of Greg blushing listening to his song being sung. ;-;

Oh! Oh! And Barb is in the audience! Character development! Growth!

“No more hiding! No more running! No more Diamond Authority!” KWOWOEJDKDOSJSJSISSJSJ.

Lion padding up to Lars in a silent recognition that they’re the same ;-;-;-;

I think Sadie and Lars reuniting with such drastically different appearances and mindsets is simply just one of the coolest ways this show has come full circle. This show’s about everyone changing. Look at these two. Look at where they started, and now, where they’ve begun again.

Genuinely crying at the last few shots of the show again. Oh, my GOD. The pure, unmitigated joy. Nephrite and Steven. Bismuth and Biggs. Garnet and Pearl. Jasper and Amethyst. The Diamonds.

This show really is about love and forgiveness and healing, y’all. 😭😭😭😭

AND THEN THEY COMPLETE THE SHOT FROM THE INTRO. I AM UNWELL. IT’S 8AM.

This show, in every sense of the word, is a miracle.

Thank you, Crewniverse for this comet of epic proportions.

#steven universe #blue diamond #yellow diamond #bellow diamond #white diamond #pink diamond #garnet #Pearl #amethyst #connie maheswaran #s: steven universe #mimiku #long post #I am EMOTIONAL

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sumeshi-t · 5 years ago

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playing with their hair after having a bad day.

what: fluff hc's as requested by anon.

a/n: as i said, i was going to explore some other characters with this one, i hope i did them justice 🥺 and i also chose the characters with very interesting uh, hairs haha that i think would really be worth playing with. may contain spoilers so if you're not caught up with the manga i'm sorry!

Kuroo Tetsuro

first of all, with that ridiculously good bedhead, you're gonna want to run your fingers through it the first time you two were comfortable with each other

it actually became a wordless way of communicating between the two of you–

whenever you kissed, and you pull on his hair, he knew you wanted more; whenever you were happy or triumphant with teasing him, you would ruffle his hair; whenever you were bored, you always made it your mission to try to change up his hairstyle (not with gel but with clips and ribbons)

and you knew, when he was particularly sad and have yet to find a way to talk about it, he's grown a habit of crawling into your embrace, kiss your hand once, before placing it on his head

once your hand moves to trace patterns on his scalp, he would let out a deep sigh, and he finds both that and your steady heartbeat soothing

you brush the hair that's blocking a portion of his face and dip your head down so you could pepper him with kisses and "i love you's"

"feeling better?"

you were continuing your ministrations with his hair while a small smile rests on his lips. but he keeps his eyes closed, unmoving with his head still on your chest, "not really,"

"if you're gonna say it's because my breath stinks, you're not gonna have any of those where they came from, tetsu,"

you feel his biceps flexing and his hold around you grow tighter. "even if that’s true i still wouldn’t want you to stop, y/n-chan,"

it felt like he was a really large cat, purring into you with every caress. the feel of your nails makes him shiver

"tetsu... if you want someone to listen, i'm here, okay?"

ah, that's right.

see, that's the magic your little touches has on him: you make him forget–

forget about the world, forget about all his worries for tomorrow and the day after, because something so simple has already become something so special between the two of you

he finds it silly that you still tell him that, even when you willingly listen to his sarcasm or even when he's nerding out about chemistry

but he won't deny the comfort it gives him; he's made it his go signal for him to pour out his frustrations and insecurities that he never shows to his team, not even to his best friend

because he's found his sanctuary with you–

and once kuroo was done, and whether or not he asks you what he should do, you always manage to bring his mood up when you say something about his hair

"well, your hair's still as dry as ever," or "you're as stubborn as your bedhead,"

and you know your mission was a success when he finally pulls away from you, ready with a retort of his own

because what's home without a little roughhousing, right?

Bokuto Koutarou

you had already received a text from akaashi about the result of the game–they lost; and you felt bad because you weren't there to cheer him on and to immediately comfort him

it was finals szn, you couldn't help it. you were there on the first day though. perhaps even you didn't see or think that this outcome was going to happen to them so soon

you were sure they'd go farther, and more certain that the team, bokuto, felt the same way you did

so you decided to invite yourself over at your baby's place

you were told that he was up in his room, but weren't informed that he was taking a bath

but, duh, you came there without any warning

so seeing bokuto fresh out of the bath, his hair down, his buff chest out on display, droplets of water trickling down his body–

at first the two of you were like, o.o

he couldn't believe you were there, while you were busy cursing yourself for such bad timing (but is it really bad for you? idk 👀)

and then the both of you were a blushing mess, stuttering out apologies and explanations, until you both wanted to understand what the other was saying–

alright, breathe

you bury yourself beneath the sheets, promised him you weren't going to peek while he changed–your eyes were closed and could only listen to him shuffling about

and then, you feel the space beside you on the bed dip, covers lifted, and the blending scents of pear, starfruit and moss cause your eyes to open and be face to face with bokuto and his wide grin

you stare at him for a while, and you tried reading him; was he on emo mode? but he was smiling? or was he actually fine, did akaashi do something about it?

before you had any chance to react, bokuto’s smile had softened, the ends of his lips quivered, and soon as his eyes opened, you see that they had already welled up. he buries his face on the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around you

you only realize that he was crying crying when you feel liquid on your skin, and it was hot, fresh; it wasn’t the droplets from his damp hair

next thing you knew, even you were feeling tears down your face

you stayed there, silent, just holding him in your arms; one hand combing through his hair in a single pattern, brushing it away from his face and the other tracing circles on his broad, shaking back

you've never seen bokuto like this; the way he cried was surprisingly soft, quiet; he just murmurs every now and then, "i still should've gotten that," or "i failed my team,", and even, "am i really 'an ace'? akaashi's toss was always spot on, y/n i..."

and in return, you cup his cheeks, stare at his swollen eyes with your own red ones from crying, reassuring him with your words, that it wasn't his fault, that he shouldn't blame himself or anyone; and then words failed you, so you resort to little kisses, over and over

you weren't sure if those were enough; you knew it wasn't, because you know how much volleyball means to him, but you were still trying

and even if he doesn't say it, bokuto knows. because for him you were more than enough.

he listened to everything you had to say, and to be really honest, it was your voice that calmed him, not your words. it was the way your own tears got mixed with his as it trickled down his chin. it was the feel of your gentle hand in his hair, every brush you made seemed to have soothed all his worries away.

please this is making me soft

"y/n,"

"kou,"

"if i became ordinary, would you still love me?"

you sniff, voice just above a whisper, "no matter what you do, you'll always be extraordinary to me."

and for him, that feeling is very mutual.

he’ll make sure he becomes an ordinary ace, sure; but for now, he was going to savor being in the ordinary embrace of someone extraordinary

Kozume Kenma

it’s a known fact that kenma isn’t good at communicating with people, but he’s good at reading them, due to his self-consciousness

that’s why the moment you came in through the door, your bag dropping with a loud thud, a deep yet quiet sigh through your lips, he already knows that you were in a bad mood

was it because of your test? the test you stayed up all night for, while he, on the other hand, was streaming? was it because your parents were pressuring you again? he wanted to know, he wanted to ask

but he didn’t need to

“ken...” you whisper before gingerly wrapping your arms around his torso. and then, you cry it out–how you passed the test but still felt it wasn’t enough and all the other issues you’ve been keeping in you

you never forced him to say anything; because just lying on the floor like that, as your tears began to dry up, your hitched breath steadying, one hand up in his soft hair after loosening it from the bun he’s put it in– it was all enough to ease the pains of a bad day away

“are you going to stream today?” and he hums, says he’s also going to be in a meeting with the other members of the board.

you thought, ‘well, it can’t be helped,’

when you stop playing with his hair, he immediately regrets being so honest about his schedule. he even feels slightly bad after seeing the obvious pout on your lips.

but he won’t let you get up, so he was hugging you and locking you in place.

“i can postpone the game... and i don’t really need to show my face in the meeting, so you just stay here, until you feel all better,” his eyes meet yours, and he couldn’t hold himself back

a thumb slides across your cheek, a ghost of a smile on his thin lips, which you cover with a tiny peck after craning your neck up

it was weird, because it felt like you were the one comforting him;

then again, having your hands in his hair, and his lips on your forehead, your legs tangled together... it was more than what you could ask for. he is more than what you could ask for.

and for him, this moment with you, having you, was worth more than just a simple "thank you" or "i love you".

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu headcanon #Kuroo Tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro headcanons #kuroo tetsurou fluff #Bokuto Koutarou #bokuto koutarou headcanons #bokuto koutarou fluff #kozume kenma #kenma kozume #kenma kozume headcanons #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo tetsuro x reader #bokuto koutarou x you #bokuto koutarou x reader #kozume kenma x you #kozuke kenma x reader

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princesskokichi · 5 years ago

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korekiyo, kokichi, rantaro, byakuya, and shuichi with a crush who messes up their name

this is such a pure ask and i am in love with it

literally this was so much fun to write omg thank you !!! - mod kokichi

[ K O R E K I Y O ]

- you,, you usually refrained from saying anyone's name, but especially korekiyo's

- if you could get away with it, you'd just find a way to avoid it all together

- it wasn't because you felt like you would be cursed if you said his name ! or anything like that !

- you were just,, slightly afraid to say his name

- because you, well, you couldn't remember it very well. you were kind of bad with all names.

- and you didn't want him to feel like you were insulting him when you say the wrong name, so you just don't, to solve the problem

- but, ah, eventually the procrastinator has to get the work done eventually, and every plan fails at some point

- you were hanging out with korekiyo at the library, talking about the mummification process that the ancient egyptians used

- he was sitting at the table closest to the bookshelf, his back turned to it as he read his book while idly chatting with you

- someone was on the ladder, messing around with the books ( this looks way too familiar,, oh no )

- you weren't paying much attention to them, figuring that they knew what they were doing

- sometime within a few minutes though, they misplaced a book, and it felt from the shelf, aimed straight for korekiyo

- s / o : " KONEKIRE, LOOK OUT ! "

- he didn't even notice the book, and it hit him square in the shoulder, but it didn’t look like was in pain from the book, but rather on whatever you just called him

- he just kind of stood there dumbfounded for a moment

- korekiyo : " what did you just call me ? "

- after that, he honestly gave you a lecture about how to remember names properly

- it lowkey makes him chuckle every time you get his name wrong, purely because he can't understand why you can't grasp his name

- he'd never tell y ou but the amount of research he's done about having a bad time remembering names is,, unfathomable

[ K O K I C H I ]

- he takes it as a joke to be honest ??

- it didn't register to him that this was a thing that you did to everyone

- and he'd get a little salty when he learns that it's not an inside joke and that it's just how you are with all names

- like, he thinks that you're trying to insult him every time you mistake his name for something else, so he often goes along with it and teases you for thinking that joke would work on him

- it was only until you once called him " kocookie " instead of kokichi that he lost his shit

- in your defense, you were together in the kitchen while kirumi and teruteru fought over who made the best food

- and you MEANT to say " kokichi, can you give me the cookies ? "

- but what you said was a little more jumbled, and made a lot less sense,,

- s / o : " kocookie, can you give me the ki -i ?? "

- you had stopped dead in your tracts, just feeling that there was no redemption from this

- kokichi : " kocookie ? you aren't even trying now, s / o ! seriously, think before you speak ! "

- s / o : " ,, hey, that was totally planned. it's your new nickname, kocookie. "

- kokichi : " well, it's a lame nickname ! give me a nickname that fits my personality ! "

- s / o : " koliar just doesn't sound as cute as kocookie, sorry. "

- yeah, he walked into that one, but he had this stupid grin on his face, so you knew he wasn't upset

- after that, you were only ever allowed to call him kocookie, or just cookie for short

- he would get seriously butthurt if you said any other name but that one, and would correct you a hundred times until you got it right

[ R A N T A R O ]

- he really tried to correct you for the first hundred times you missaid his name

- at first he thought it was because you were bad with names, and he'd politely remind you of his full name, just in case you actually thought that the way you incorrectly said was actually right

- and then he thought it might be because you try to speak too fast, so he'd warn you to slow down while talking

- he was so chill throughout your entire experience, and found it incredibly endearing

- he seriously felt like he was tutoring you like a mentor would his student

- s / o : " ramtara - can you help me with this problem ? "

- rantaro : " i can, but that's not my name. "

- s / o : " i know ! i just, uh, i dunno. i got this. give me a second. sanrio ? "

- rantaro : " that's the company hello kitty is from, not my name. "

- s / o : " ah, yes, of course ! i was just joking. would you perhaps tell me what your name is ? just so, you know, i can tell that you know ! "

- rantaro : " it's rantaro amami. but you were close ! last time you called me ' megumi ', which is a girl's name and not even close to my actual name, so you're getting closer ! "

- these little interactions would be almost daily, and he can't lie and say he doesn't enjoy it

- he finds that little quirk of yours incredibly cute, and would sometimes lightheartedly tease you about it softly whenever he felt like it

- he would eventually give up, however, and opt for a nickname

[ B Y A K U Y A ]

- mad bOOIII

- at first when you said his name wrong, like buyakuma or something stupid like that

- he had looked at you as if you were the scum of the earth and corrected you in a really snotty fashion

- that was before he realized he had a, uh, a ᶜʳᵘˢʰ on you

- ew, just saying that made him feel gross

- relationships and feelings were gross to him let's be honest

- but he did, indeed, have feelings for you, which is something that he couldn't deny to himself

- every time you would mess up his name after he recognized this thing that he considers a fault in him, he felt this weird feeling in his chest

- was he upset that you couldn't remember his name ? did he find it to be part of your charm ? did he think he was going crazy ? the last one was the only question he could answer with a yes for certain

- it's not like him to waste time on something useless, and by god he found correcting you to be useless, so he just let you do your thing

- a few times he would catch one of the people around you correct you, and you would gasp a little bit and nod eccentrically, stealing a few glances over at him as if you were trying to make sure he didn't notice

- he always pretended that he didn't see you, of course

- after a little while of this going on, he literally confronted you about it

- he had paid enough attention to see that you do this to everyone, but he was a little exasperated that you couldn't remember h i s name

- that ended with a bit of embarrassment on both sides, but that's a story for another time ;)

[ S H U I C H I ]

- he got so emo about it omg poor babieee

- literally

- he was so convinced that you didn't like him

- you didn't even bother to remember his name, and it bothered him to no end

- he would confide in kaede, maki, and kaito about it

- they would all try to tell him that you were just like that, and that you made that mistake for everyone

- but stiiiiiill, why couldn't you remember his name ?

- he took it as almost a surefire sign that you didn't like him back

- after all, it didn't make sense to him that you would forget the name of someone you liked

- so when he got the message in his locker telling him to go to the empty classroom with some chocolates, he fell apart thinking about how he was going to have to reject someone because he wasn't interested in them, he was interested in you, and you weren't into him like that

- hopefully he would still be able to keep the chocolates,,

- during lunch, he snuck away from his friend group ( all who were aware of your plan, of course, but they couldn't tell him that )

- he walked around the school for a few moments, forcing himself to get the confidence to walk in there, profess his love to you so the person who liked him could understand he already had his heart set on someone else, and walk out of there

- it kinda worked out that way, too

- shuichi slammed open the door, and before it clicked who it was, shouted " i'm sorry, but i don't have feelings for you ! i like s / o ! "

- you stood there for a minute, waiting for him to realize who it was

- s / o : “ shuchia, what the - ? “

- that was,,, ,, that's a memory you'll never be able to forget. you'll definitely be telling your children that story one day

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bewaretheidesofmarchyall · 4 years ago

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Dream SMP Good Omens AU

I wrote a Good Omens AU! It’s on AO3 here, but I’m also posting it here

Sixteen years before the apocalypse, three babies were dropped off on the doorstep of an orphanage. Two of them were human as human can be, while the third was prophesied to bring about the great war between heaven and hell, start the apocalypse, and just have a generally fun time.

How exactly did the antichrist get left on a doorstep on a rainy night?

A few hours before

Our journey starts in a graveyard, where Baby No. 1 was found.

Now, when I say "Baby No. 1", know that I mean the great destroyer, future doom of the world, bringer of death, currently wrapped in a fluffy blue blanket in a wicker basket, etc.

He glanced around at the tombstones almost judgmentally, as though to say I don't think this is where one-day-old children go, but hey, I don't know enough about existence to dispute this.

The wicker basket remained tucked away in the graveyard for a while, a few drops of rain gently falling down. Apparently, the poor weather was what Baby No. 1's escort was looking for, as he appeared as the mist began to gather.

Wilbur Soot always had a penchant for dramatic atmosphere.

Quite a few lords of hell would call Wilbur the worst demon ever to walk the pit. This was absolutely untrue. Wilbur was a fairly mediocre demon that happened to be walking the pit, but certainly not the worst, putting that stupid fiddle contest bet aside.

The gossip-mongers would only say things like that (and other, harsher things) because Wilbur had been one of the best fallen angels to ever swear vengeance on a broken sword.

But it's frankly hard to keep up an emo phase for 6,000 years.

He strolled over to the basket, checked to make sure that there was still a baby in it, and waited impatiently for the thing's ride to arrive. Technically, he was supposed to be the one driving the antichrist to St. Beryl's Orphanage, but he had tickets to see Heathers that night and decided to use that most clever trick: Getting someone else to do his work instead.

Still, he didn't have much trust in the guy he'd asked, and wanted to make sure that the child actually got from the graveyard to the car.

It was already five minutes past the scheduled time, and the weather was terrible, and he was fine with starting the end of days, but why did he have to work overtime? At least Schlatt wasn't here to laugh at him being on babysitting duty.

Almost on cue, a raspy laugh came from the shadows of the church in the center of the graveyard. Ugh. Speak of the angel.

Almost everyone would call JSchlatt the worst angel to ever wear a suit.

And they would be absolutely right.

He had no care for heaven, or the great war, or any sort of noble deed. The only predictable thing about him was his biting snark and the ever-present stink of cheap alcohol.

When he entered a room, everyone there knew that they would soon regret not keeping him out by any means necessary, and he knew that they knew, and he enjoyed that.

The greatest miracle ever performed in all of earthly and non-earthly history was that he hadn't been thrown out of heaven by his horns yet.

"Are you on babysitting duty, Wilbur?". Wilbur crossed his arms, trying and failing to hide the annoyance on his face. He could have had a cool arch-nemesis, but no. He was stuck with this dick.

"Laugh all you like, Schlatt-"

"Oh, trust me, I am."

"But once the child reaches 16, he's going to bring about the finale of this pathetic excuse for an earth".

Okay, so maybe he wasn't entirely rid of that emo phase. Schlatt looked at him, smug.

"Whatever you say, Soot. Hey, did the lower-downs tell you who's watching over your little finale?"

"I am. I'm watching over the antichrist, being a "corrupting influence" (whatever that means), that sort of thing."

"Well, my higher-ups had a similar idea. They seem to think that if the kid is nudged in the right direction, he'll start the apocalypse and fight on heaven's side. Bla bla bla, defeating Satan and/or Slimecicle, honestly I zoned out during the briefing. Long story short, they thought the kid needed a positive role model, and my name got picked.".

The idea of "positive role model" and "Schlatt" being considered at all similar rattled Wilbur enough that it took a few seconds for the implications to sink in.

"Oh, no."

"Oh, yes. We're going to be neighbors!"

"No, no, no, no-"

"Isn't this exciting?". Wilbur barely restrained a scream, and only shuddered in horror. Before he could lose what was left of his sanity and discorporate anyone, a car horn beeped. It's about time.

He half walked, half sprinted over to the black car. The window cranked open, revealing a nervous foxlike face.

The general consensus was that Fundy was too mediocre of a demon to be worth any notice.

He'd never been seen doing anything appropriately horrible or failed spectacularly, so according to most of hell he didn't exist.

In truth, Fundy was about to prove tonight that he was much worse of a demon than they thought.

"Sorry I'm late, I forgot I cursed a major highway, and then I had to drive on that highway to get here, and-"

"Just take the kid.". The basket was passed to Fundy, who looked at it with fear and wonder.

Baby No. 1 didn't look like an antichrist (I mean, he was the only antichrist at this point and could only look like himself, but he didn't look like how one would expect an antichrist to look). He just looked like any one-day-old baby. Fundy tried to disguise how grateful he was about that. Maybe, just maybe, the plan could work.

He looked back up to Wilbur.

"So, what was the important demonic business?"

"Hmm?"

"I mean, you said you had "important demonic business", and that's why you couldn't drive the kid yourself."

"Ah, yes. That important demonic business. Well, Fundy, that's for me to know and you to not know.". Wilbur shifted, hiding the Heathers tickets in his coat sleeve.

"Enjoy your drive!". With that, he teleported away from the graveyard. Schlatt shrugged, and continued eating protein powder out of the jar.

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Fundy drove like a maniac down the highway, swerving off the road to avoid the cursed-induced traffic.

He'd pulled off hundreds of scams before, but they were all on the humans. He'd never scammed the forces of heaven and hell simultaneously before. He was pretty sure that was called "treason". Which was punishable by death if he got caught. This is the worst idea of my entire fucking existence.

As he sped down the road regretting his life choices, rain pouring down on the windshield, his co-conspirator teleported into the passenger seat.

"Hey, you ready to do something illegal?"

The executives in heaven had no idea what to make of Quackity.

They could hardly call him the worst angel when there was Schlatt running about drunk off his ass, and he was even good at his job most of the time. Even now, the executives couldn't quite pin down a time he'd directly broken a rule.

However, he had a habit of taking the rulebook, shaking it out, finding whatever loopholes existed, and using them to do whatever he pleased.

There wasn't a rule saying he couldn't wear yeezys and sunglasses to important board meetings.

There wasn't a rule saying that he couldn't try to seduce the archangels, that was implied at best.

And there wasn't a rule saying that he couldn't get attached to the human world. The higher-ups had never considered that anyone would, so it hadn't been written down in the paperwork.

Their mistake.

Here was the truth: Quackity didn't want the apocalypse to happen. If you spend 6,000 years in any place, how can you not care about it? Sure, humans are there and gone in the blink of an eye, but the things they make to show they were here can stay for centuries.

He knew too much history about the place to just stand back and let it get set on fire.

So, he'd searched through all of heaven for a collaborator. There was no one willing to help him there, their reactions ranging from "I'd love to help, but I don't want to get hellfire poured on my face" to "If you're insinuating what I think you are, I'll turn you in to get hellfire poured on your face".

So, he took the escalator down to the basement. It took him a while to find someone, even there, but eventually he met a familiar fox-faced demon, and a plan was hatched.

Why did Fundy join in on a dangerous scheme like this one?

Attention, mostly. Humans were the only ones to really acknowledge his existence, even if it was almost all negative attention. Which was fair. He did steal their things a lot.

"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess."

"Great.". Quackity looked into the basket containing Baby No.1, breathed a sigh of relief that he looked like a normal human, and revealed a cardboard box. Inside the cardboard box was Baby No. 2, wrapped in a green blanket.

When I say "Baby No. 2", know that I mean a quiet mortal child with wisps of light blond hair, born to a regular human that didn't want him.

"I found him on the side of the road.". The two of them sat in silence for a while at that, before Fundy brought up the plan again.

"So, we drop them both at St. Beryl's."

"Yeah."

"And then they think that this kid is the antichrist, and the antichrist is the kid."

"Yeah."

"And our bosses try to raise the kid and sway them to the dark side or whatever, while we raise the antichrist and keep them from destroying the world."

"Yeah."

"Um. Quick question."

"Yeah?"

"If we're putting them both on the doorstep at the same time, how do we know they won't think the antichrist is the antichrist and the kid is the kid?"

"....I didn't think about that.”. They pondered the problem together. Eventually, Fundy conjured a sharpie and wrote "antichrist, this side up" on the side of the cardboard box in bold letters.

"That should work. Also, you need to stop teleporting into my car while it's moving. You could fuse with the seats, and that would suck to clean up."

And so, Baby No. 1 and Baby No. 2 were dropped off on the doorstep of St. Beryl's Orphanage. It was harder than expected to say goodbye to Baby No. 2, but they managed.

The duo was somewhat confused by the third baby on the doorstep, who hadn't been put there by any of them, and actually just so happened to be dropped off at the wrong orphanage at the wrong time.

Baby No. 3 was in a red blanket, and when I say "Baby No. 3", know that I mean a human child that was currently doing what he would be doing for much of his life: Screaming at the top of his lungs.

It is assumed that he was born to humans since he was one, but the kid could have been dropped off by a galaxy for all we know.

All that we need to know is that fate had not favored Baby No. 3, and that would continue for a while.

And so, three babies were dropped off on the doorstep of an orphanage, sixteen years before the apocalypse.

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Quite a few people (and things that at least looked like people) were excited about this. It was supposed to be a secret that the antichrist was at St. Beryl's Orphanage, so obviously everyone from purgatory to Portland had heard the news.

The lobby was jam-packed with a few demons with extremely good disguises, far more demons with very bad disguises, a mafia-style group of angels, another mafia-style group of angels but they were pretending to be a book club for some convoluted reason, a few very lost ghosts who didn't even want to be there in the first place, the man who was going to burn the orphanage to the ground in a couple of hours, the dread Charlie Slimecicle, hassled orphanage staff, and, notably, the owners of two motorcycles in the parking lot.

The two motorcycles were a sickly hospital white and an empty-seeming black respectively, and their riders were lowkey famous (not that they liked to brag about it or anything).

Any and all apocalypse enthusiasts knew their names (or at least their titles), and once they met up with two more friends Doomsday would truly be underway.

But that party wouldn't be started for another sixteen years.

For now, only two out of the set of four were gathered, and tonight was less about the apocalypse than the drama and firsthand gossip to get. They sat in the corner, watching the chaos unfold with reflective eyes.

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Now, someone would eventually have to adopt these babies. The antichrist would have to grow up among the mortals, and St. Beryl's Orphanage was always more of an apocalypse creating scheme than an orphanage to begin with, so they would have to find some unwitting soul to take Baby No. 2 and Baby No. 3 soon.

Thankfully for everyone involved, three humans that showed up that day ready to adopt, with varying degrees of dread.

The first was a man seemingly in his late thirties, wearing a green coat that could almost be considered a cloak.

The second was a young adult with sunglasses and an almost royal quality about them.

And the third was a sweet-looking young woman in a soft striped sweater, who clutched an ancient book tightly under her arm.

They were quickly hustled through the lobby by the head of the orphanage, who tried her best to keep anyone in the group from seeing anything odd happening around them (Which is a bit of a challenge when certain demons think that a fake mustache from a corner store is enough to look completely non-supernatural).

She rushed around from the tiny waiting room with the potential parents to the room with the babies to the stampede outside, internally wishing that she'd done what she'd planned in college and been a therapist instead of running an orphanage/doomsday cult.

All of the humans in the waiting room were understandably confused, but their questions were unheeded.

The three of them sat in silence for several minutes. When it became clear that no one would be coming to check on them, small talk was attempted.

Names were learned (The first parent went by the name Philza, while the second was named Eret, and the third Niki), the weather thoroughly discussed, and finally, the conversation turned to the inevitable:

"So, why are you here?". The question was asked by Eret, who seemed genuinely curious. Phil looked down from the clock he'd been watching, annoyed.

"To adopt a child. Why else?"

"I figured that, but what led you here? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I'm just trying to break the silence.". Phil continued staring at the wall, preparing his words.

Half an hour before

"You want me to what?"

Phil had been driving home when he got the call. If he really had a say in the matter, he would have sent that to voicemail in two seconds flat, but his caller wasn't the kind of person you could hang up on ("person" wasn't even accurate to him). The rain was falling down on the windshield, the traffic was abysmal, and apparently he was supposed to adopt a child.

"Listen, with all due respect, I owe you nothing anymore. I don't have to do missions for you, I don't have to kill for you, and I especially don't have to take care of a baby for sixteen years for you.". He nodded along as the other side of the call said his bit, before responding.

"Sixteen years is quick? Maybe to the likes of you it's quick, for me it's actually a sizeable chunk of time! I don't care that I have to 'just keep him alive-'". He was cut off, and he waited impatiently for his chance to speak again, which he got.

"You and I have gone our separate ways. Me and Technoblade are both in retirement, and there's no way in hell I'm adopting a child. That's my final word.".

The voice on the other side of the call spoke how he usually did: Methodical, calm, devoid of mercy. Mentioning Techno had been a mistake, and the conversation eased into detailed and pointed threats. Finally, he gave up.

"If I do this, you'll finally leave me and Techno alone?". An affirmative answer. Phil sighed, already weary of the experience.

"Fine. Screw you, but fine. I'll take your stupid project."

Current

Phil folded his arms, a scowl on his face.

"I'm just very paternal."

For some reason, Eret doubted that, but they nodded anyway.

"I decided I wanted to adopt a few months ago. I mean, I have the money for it, and there are so many kids without parents. I think I just wanted to do something about it, and try to give some kid a good childhood.". They laughed quietly under their breath.

"Sometimes I feel like something else put the idea in my head.". Phil and Eret looked towards Niki, expecting her to speak. She held her book close to her, fingers drumming on the cover.

"I've known for a while that I was going to adopt a baby today. St. Beryl's Orphanage, April 1st, the year I turn 19."

"How did you know?". Niki opened the book, re-reading the same familiar page.

"It's just fate."

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Meanwhile, the two horsemen of the apocalypse were tired of just watching.

If they stayed any longer without doing anything, this trip wouldn't be worth the motorcycle fuel.

They rose from the seats in unison and slipped casually into the baby room. The head of the orphanage had been slumped against the wall, exhausted. However, when the duo entered the room, she leapt to her feet.

"Excuse me, no demons, no angels, nothing dead or dying, no refunds, no Charlie, and no one I don't want here is allowed in this room!". The one cloaked in black stepped forward, hands raised in a pacifying gesture and a kind smile on his face.

"Well, I'm none of those things! My name's BadBoyHalo, but most people are kind of formal and call me Famine.". That last bit of the sentence was accompanied by a sheepish eye roll, as though to say I know it's silly, but I can't help being well-known.

"My friend over there is George. What's your name?". The head of the orphanage tried very hard to feel suspicious. There were two strangers in the most important room there, she should have her guard up as far as possible. Yet, for some reason, she couldn't feel any distrust for the Famine in front of her.

"My name is Puffy. Why are you here?"

"Us? We're just here for a look. Right, George?". George hadn't really been interested in the conversation, although it was hard to tell what he was thinking about behind his white sunglasses. He raised his head, looking bored.

"Yeah. Sure.".

Puffy could see several concerning things about letting two horsemen of the apocalypse take a quick look at the antichrist, but she couldn't quite think clearly.

She tried to focus on the current situation, but all she could think about was how much she wanted a good night's sleep, and a vacation, and a different life. Bad's smile remained constant, cheerful and understanding.

"Is this the job you want, Puffy?". She shook her head, eyes glassy.

"When I was a kid, I wanted to be a hero. Help out people who needed helping. I really have no idea how I got here.". Bad nodded.

"Well, Puffy, you seem tired. There's a lot of muffin-heads outside making a racket, and it seems like a lot to deal with. If you want to just go upstairs and take a quick nap, we can handle things for you!". Puffy quietly agreed and walked out of the room in a daze. Already, she could tell something was wrong, but she felt sapped of the strength to care.

As her head hit the pillow, she made a vow to herself that if she came back and the kids were harmed in any way, she'd personally bring hell to their doorsteps.

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"Bad, did you seriously hypnotize a woman so you could hold a baby?"

"Not just a baby, George! Three babies!"

"That makes it much better, yes.”

"You're just upset that they like me more.". Bad bounced around the babies, cooing over them.

"Who's the cutest little antichrist? Who's the tiniest omen of doom? You are!". He picked up Baby No. 2 and tapped his nose.

"Boop!". George stood there quietly.

"He's going to be mad if he finds out we came here."

"Exactly, if he finds out. Besides, he needs us."

"I know he needs me. You, on the other hand, are kind of on thin ice."

"Calm yourself. Hold a baby.". Bad picked up Baby No. 2 from his box, where antichrist: this side up was clearly visible, and handed him to George. George held the green-blanketed baby, staring intently into his eyes.

Baby No. 3 started screaming once more, and Bad ran over to pick him up and shush him.

"Aww, it's okay. You're not going to die for another 16 years, you have nothing to scream about now!". Baby No. 3 seemed to take in his words for a few seconds, before shrieking even louder.

The door was flung open by the ominous angelic book club, who tried to shove their way to the child in George's arms. Bad sighed, exasperated, and shifted into a more monstrous form.

"Seems like I have to do some security work. Can you hold this one too?". Without waiting for an answer, he passed Baby No. 3 to George and walked out into the hallway, using his hollow iron scales to push otherworldly paparazzi aside.

After the first act of Heathers, Wilbur slipped out of the theater. It wasn't a particularly good production, and he didn't see the point in staying.

He decided that if he wasn't going to do anything else, he should probably teleport to St. Beryl's and do his job.

The orphanage was even more chaotic than before, and he had to light one or two minor demons on fire to clear his way.

Finally, he reached the room with the antichrist. The room was mostly empty, except for one basket in the corner, and a familiar stranger holding two babies and panicking slightly.

The stranger turned to face Wilbur, and he realized who he was speaking to. He'd never met a horseman of the apocalypse before, but he'd heard of their reputations and seen them from afar.

"Pestilence. Pleasure to meet you.". Pestilence leaned nonchalantly in the doorway with a smile, which was quite a feat for someone holding two sobbing children.

"Please, call me George."

"George. Interesting name, for someone with your position."

“What's wrong with it?"

"It's fine, your colleagues have just mostly had ridiculous names. I mean, who in their right mind names themself Sapnap? No offense, don't discorporate me."

"Well, relatively speaking, I'm pretty new to the job. Stick around another 500 years, and who knows what will happen?"

"With your name, or with discorporating me?"

"Both, I guess.". Wilbur checked his pocket watch (it had been broken sometime in the 1910s, and he hadn't had the time to get it fixed, but he still liked the idea of checking a pocket watch).

"Fun as this conversation is, I was thinking that I should be the one to deliver the child to his parent.". George opened his mouth, probably to say no, but the sound of the babies crying increased. He stopped, irritated, and nodded.

"Why not? It's not like I actually work here."

"Excellent. Just give me the antichrist, and I'll be out of your hair. Unless you want to meet up again after this-"

"I'm good."

"Alright.". George held Baby No. 2 and Baby No. 3 side by side, as if weighing them. He titled his head from the child wrapped in a green blanket to the child wrapped in a red blanket. Finally, he handed the one in red to Wilbur.

"I'm pretty sure this is the antichrist. I'm a bit colorblind.". The sentence was accompanied by an airy laugh and a small grin, and Wilbur smiled back before leaving the room with Baby No. 3.

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Phil was going to murder him.

The guy couldn't die, but he was going to murder him anyway. Of all the petty things, he had to threaten Philza and his loved ones just for him to sit in a room for hours for absolutely no reason.

Was this that creature's sick idea of a prank?

Five seconds before he was going to storm out, agreement be damned, there was a polite knock on the door. He got up to open it, and Baby No. 3 lay on the floor, silent and peacefully sleeping for the first time in his short existence.

Phil shrugged, deciding not to question it.

He gently picked the baby up from the ground, and headed home.

(If he'd been looking more intently, he would have noticed 1) A certain demon sitting cross-legged on the ceiling, having decided that he probably shouldn't come face to face with someone he was supposed to spy on, and 2) His closest friend hiding behind a newspaper in the lobby, ready for some good old fashioned arson).

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Anyway, once the antichrist was safely adopted (or so they thought), all that was left was to find a place to put all of these bonus babies. George picked up Baby No. 1 and Baby No. 2, and headed for the waiting room, where Eret and Niki regarded each other as friends already.

Unfortunately, Quackity decided that he had some meddling left in him for the evening, and he decided to make sure everything was going according to plan. He teleported into the orphanage seamlessly, folding his wings into his coat and looking over his sunglasses.

George strolled into the waiting room.

"Pick a child, any child. I don't have all day.". Eret tilted their head in confusion.

"Isn't there paperwork, or an application process, or something official we're supposed to-"

"Do you want the kid or not?". Niki reached for Baby No. 2, and Eret shrugged and took Baby No. 1.

Quackity watched the process take place through the keyhole.

This seemed alright. They both seemed like non-horrible humans, and he'd be fine watching over either of them for the 16 years. Then, he noticed the book under the young woman's arm.

The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch. First edition, which should be impossible, unless she's some kind of descendant. And I'm not dealing with lying to a witch.

He tried to remember which kid was the actual antichrist and which was the fraud.

The green one and the blue one were both important. The blue one was the fake, and the green one was the real deal, right? Or was the green one the fake, and the blue one fake? Wasn't there a red one at one point? Fuck.

At the last moment, Quackity decided that he couldn't just stand still and risk it. He did the first thing that came to mind and killed the lights.

The lightbulbs exploded, leaving everyone in darkness. In the chaos, he telekinetically switched the babies.

Alright. No witches today, thanks. I'll just follow the other one home from afar, and everything will be fine.

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Later that night, when the orphanage was almost empty, a man set his newspaper aside and crept through the building.

He lit Molotov cocktails with precision and chucked them wherever a fireball seemed needed. Flames weren't his usual method of destruction, but he had to get creative sometimes.

His plan had been slowed down by Phil showing up at this "orphanage", but once he left the game was back on.

If anyone wanted to start the apocalypse and take away everything the two of them had worked for, they'd have to go through Technoblade.

The entire building was consumed and burnt to the ground. The arson case would remain unsolved, like most of his work, and Techno hadn't seen any potential casualties that would make people want to investigate.

Sadly, there was one person left in the building when it burned, and she couldn't wake up from her dreams of the sea and a sword in her hands to smell the smoke.

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Wilbur followed Philza home unnoticed, disguised as wisps of shadow and cigarette ash.

In lieu of a cradle, Phil temporarily arranged a drawer as a bed for Baby No. 3 and set him down. Once the baby seemed safe and calm, he left to collapse on the couch.

Wilbur frowned. Where's his name? Names were important. They could be bargained with, broken, foretell fate, and be used as a lifeline if need be. You didn't just leave a child without a name.

This had to be remedied. He conjured a post-it note and a pen, and snuck over to the drawer considering the merits of different names.

Kraken? Should I name him Kraken? No, he doesn't seem like a Kraken. The child stirred once, yawning, bright blue eyes nearly opening.

His name is Tommy.

The realization hit Wilbur all at once. Tommy wasn't a particularly demonic name, but it just felt too right to pick anything else.

So, he wrote "Tommy" on the post-it note and stuck it on the blanket, hoping that Phil would think it had been there the whole time.

The baby grabbed his finger as he pulled back his hand, not letting go. Wilbur's heart wasn't melted at all. Not a bit.

"I'm going to need that back, Tommy.". Carefully, he took his finger out of the tiny hand's grasp.

"It's very nice to meet you. My name's Wilbur. I'm your guardian, Tommy, and you're going to burn down the world one day."

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At the same time, Quackity followed Eret back to their home (although mansion might be more accurate. Was the chandelier really necessary?).

They'd been planning for this for months, and anything that Quackity could worry about had already been taken care of five minutes ago. Baby No. 2 was even named quickly and with care.

The angel breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing evil could be named "Tubbo", right?

Eret disappeared to a nearby room, allowing Quackity the chance to formally meet him and Fundy's charge. He teleported down to the cradle and contemplated the kid.

"Hey, I know that this has been a long day, but I'm Quackity. Me and my friend are going to be looking after you for a few years, because Tubbo? It's up to you to save the world. Good luck."

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At the same time, Niki went back to her home.

The rain finally stopped, and she put the Nice and Accurate Prophecies back on the shelf to hold Baby No. 1, the real prophesied end of days.

I don't know if I'm ready for this. I don't know anything about being a mother, or stopping the apocalypse, but I'm expected to do both.

The child opened his eyes. They were the one usual thing about an otherwise average baby: One eye was a fiery red, while one was a leafy green. They vaguely reminded Niki of a forest fire.

She set up the cradle and cast various charms, determined to get this right.

She was so focused on protecting her son (for he was her son, now) that she didn't notice a skeletal green hand reach out of the shadows for her book and cut out select pages and phrases with a knife of bone.

Niki gently put her child down, already full of intense care for him.

You're going to be okay. I don't know about heaven or hell or any of those idiots, but I can promise you one thing, Ranboo: I'll make sure you're safe. I swear it.

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