#I made a statement and knew which pun she was about to make before she said it

[asinglesock]

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[sleepybugeyes]

I read through all of Elias/Jonah's dialogue (as you do) plus some relistening and mentions of him, so here's a big list of some fun things and behaviors I noted!

I thought he made a lot of eye puns/jokes, but he only does it once in mag161, however he does enjoy making jokes. "Creativity never was their forte." from mag80, "You want my account? My sworn testimony? My statement?" from 82, "If you die, I’m afraid you probably won’t be able to claim your expenses." in 116 and "I only have two eyes, after all." in 120. no one ever laughs at his jokes only he finds them amusing

His last words telling Jon a sarcastic or mocking "good luck" are mirrored earlier as he also tells Basira good luck the last time he sees her, and Martin, as he's getting arrested

He loves gloating. "I forget how new you all are to this." from mag92, "Coffee is not as good for disguising tastes as you might think." in 98, "She’s hoping that even if I see it coming she’ll still be able to overpower me. She’s wrong, of course," in 102, "A masterpiece, isn’t it?" abt his panopticon in 158 and of course his whole monologue in 160

He does his budgeting on tuesdays and his scheduling on wednesdays

He also likes getting lost in work

in mag40 he makes up proper incompetency (said he didnt know how the fire system works, while he later admits he was actively waiting) just that once, but more so he acts like he doesnt get the full picture (doesnt know whats in the tunnels, whats strange about the institute) or acts too late and apologises (not stepping into jon's stalking behaviour). Which makes me think he is quite fine letting people think less of him but unless he has something to hide hes not actively looking to give the impression

in mag92 elias slides the papers for basira across his desk, but you don't hear him take them out before, meaning he prepared and got ready for this before he called the police

in general he's a very preparing man, Lukas steps in when Elias is arrested so has has control over who'd run it. in mag118 he says he prepared something to hurt martin (my speculation is that he likely has some trauma that could hurt you prepared for any person that could cross him, just in case he needs it). When he gets arrested he has something prepared so he doesnt get killed and ofc s1-4 is preparing Jon for his grand ritual

Elias admits the idea for his ritual kinda fell into place after Getrude didnt do anything about the people's church in march 2015. He shot Getrude and appointed Jon shortly after so "when you came to me already marked by the Web, I knew it had to be you." is pure dramatics as Jon was hired 4 years prior

also he got his ritual in 2018 so he managed to acomplish his life's goal in only 3 years, love his grindset 🔥

We never get a number for how many people Elias has killed in his ritual, the real life millbank has held over 1000 people at once, but id imagine his one panopticon held less than a whole complex

its really interesting to me in mag92 that hes SO sure they all know he's talking to them of his own free will. is he just that dead set on being in control or making sure they take no credit for his confession

there is a clock in Elias' office (but it's only heard in mag98)

He has killed people but Elias is very much not a blood thirsty person. Getrude and Peter are both surprised when he results to that. He's very much just ruthless and does not care, if to get his way he has to kill someone. It doesnt seem like he's ever happy to do so, maybe this is a quirk of being eye aligned and getting rid of any type of knowledge is painful (he does for example never want Tim to die at the Unknowing), or he just finds covering those murders up a hassle

for the Unknowing Elias books them all hotel rooms, how thoughtful

something cute to me that Jon was too good at the Eye that Elias couldnt meet him face to face post coma

In mag158 he implies that even Institute employees not in the archives are tied to it, at least enough that they could suffer or die if it burned down

between finding other people just as tools to watch and discard and saying empathy holds you back he was definitely a very very lonely man

He is a very breathy person. He sounds breathy when he talks. He takes deep breaths to ready himself and before he uses his powers. And he often breathes through his nose before speaking or during pauses

He has said Jon's name 62 times, only twice calling him "Jonathan" and called him archivist 25 times (24 in the mag120 statement, 1 in mag138 and 1 in mag161)(he also kinda calls him The Archive in 160)

other fun amount of words: know (65 times), see (42), martin (35), detective (20), eyes (20) and eye (9), afraid (9) and "bullshit" (1)

its still insane to me they added all of those sound effects of Elias' cuffs in prison, thats something fun to appreciate. It also means its canon he gestures quite a bit!

[adragonsfriend]

*emerges out of the mist* I heard something about gender in Amatakka. Please, tell me everything, I want to hear your take on it (can you tell this is also my special interest?)

*falls out of a tree and floats gracefully back and forth several times before alighting on the ground like a leaf* part of this explanation is in my spreadsheet but there's so much more detail and reasoning to talk about.

ok so I started from the claim that there are four accepted genders among Amavikka people (which is a whole other conversation about how if you make a third/fourth gender accepted and normal in a culture you might eventually get a queer bitch (me) going "I need a fifth gender so i can disrupt this paradigm"), female, male, nonbinary, and genderfluid.

introductions

Fialleril said the introductions have a gender particle? word? thing? attached to them. It goes "Ek masa nu [name] [gender particle]." Which is probably best translated as, "I am named [name], [pronouns]."

Feminine: Ek masa nu Shmi ku. 3rd Gender: Ek masa nu Anakin ki. Masculine: Ek masa nu Owen Lars ka. Fluid: Ek masa nu Ekkreth kai.*

*Note: I have seen others use ke for the fluid gender, but I like kai because it's a pun on kai meaning "yes," ala, "What are your pronouns?" "Yes."

Also I said the fluid option could choose to do a "Ek masa nu [name] kai [other gender particle]," to indicate their current pronouns. More casually, maybe you could say, "Ek masa kai [other particle]." or "Ek [other particle]." (I have a thing about how you can drop any subject pronoun in a sentence except "ek," so that's about as short as it can get)

gender assumption

But anyway, the general concept of these gender particles means that it's immediately evident upon introduction what pronouns & gendered words the person you're talking to uses, which is really cool, but it still leaves the gap of people that you haven't been introduced to, if you forgot someone's pronouns, if you haven't seen someone in a long time and their pronouns could've changed, if your genderfluid friend hasn't told you what gender they're feeling today, etcetera. Basically, there are still lots of situations where you wouldn't know someone's gender.

I haven't introduced grammatical gender (ala french where nouns have gender that affects what articles you use), but since people have gender, and that affects both adjectives and verbs, that means that there has to be a choice made about what gender is assumed when you don't know someone's gender.

In English we are blessed to have singular they available to use for both unknown gender and (the majority of) nonbinary people, but I didn't want to make the assumption that this overlap was the same in Amatakka.

Instead what I landed on is that the feminine forms are assumed in the case of unknown gender, for two reasons. First, I think it presents more of a different look at gender to have the third gender not be associated with neutrality at all. Second, in the mythology we get Ar-amu, a woman, as the most foundational figure, as well as the story keepers being called Grandmothers in general despite the lack of any apparent prohibition on men or 3rd gender ppl taking on the role. Point being, Fialleril has already introduced the feminine as the assumptive gender.

translating gender

This creates an interesting little translation tidbit when translating back to english, where if you said, say,

"Zeechev masabu Mos Espa sip. Shu masabu uumanu*," -> "A stranger is in Mos Espa. They are human." --an imagined statement about Qui-Gon Jinn in the phantom menace

*i decided just now that human, and most other species, are probably cognates with other languages in Amatakka, hence uuman is the base form of the adjective "human"

you actually are translating "shu" (she) in Amatakka into singular they in English. If someone actually knew Qui-Gon and knew he was a man they would use the masculine pronoun, conjugation and agreement,

"Qui-gon masaba Mos Espa sip. Sha masaba uumana." -> "Qui-Gon is in Most Espa. He is human."

Talking about Padme being in Mos Espa, you would use the feminine form if you didn't know her gender, and then continue to use it once you found out she was a woman.

For the plural, there's just one third person pronoun for all three genders regardless of the make up of the group being talked about, which would translate as plural they in english. It's "shun," which is obviously using the feminine "shu" as a base.

So going back to the 3rd gender pronouns, it wouldn't be incorrect to translate them (the subject pronoun is "shi") as singular they/them since those cover a range of non-binary genders in English, but because I specifically don't really want the 3rd gender in Amatakka to be associated with neutrality at all, I usually translate 3rd gender pronouns as ze/zir neopronouns.

disrespectful form

There is also the disrespectful form, used to talk about slavers (depuran) and other people who actively uphold the system of slavery, and (sometimes) people who are in keekta-du or depukreta type situations, which isn't gendered at all in the pronouns, conjugation, or agreement, though of course other gendered words are still relevant to those people. The disrespectful form would be translated to English as whatever gender that person would usually use.

"Jabba Hutt reeue du. Sur masue du Amavikke." -> "Jabba the Hutt doesn't fly. He is not Amavikka."

The reason I'm actually attached to the disrespectful form as a concept is because of the "sometimes" I mentioned with depukreta people. Specifically because it means that by the end of Return of the Jedi, where another Amavikka person might say,

"Darth Vader masur depukrete," -> "Darth Vader is a chain-healer."

Luke would say,

"Shi masabi depukretu." -> "He is a chain-healer."

Ergo his decision to try and redeem Anakin would be evident even down to his word choice.

inanimate objects

Oh also there's a separate pronouns, conjugations, and agreements for inanimate objects

Anyway this has been a lecture on gender and other things that function in the same area of grammar in Amatakka, according to me. i hope it all made sense. if anyone feels like asking me more questions about this or has their own opinions about Amatakka i will include you in my will

[malleficarian]

❛ not everything , but a good share of it . ❜ it hardly mattered that much though , considering malina had requested plenty of questionable things be done by diablo in her name . still , it would be a nuisance if he were to get arrested yet again ; one more thing for her to deal with , and not exactly a fun one . she could've sworn he was about to say something else , maybe a name , before referring to ' the feline ' as just that , which made her raise an eyebrow for a second . she'd deal with that later . ❛ don't mention it . you're moving in by the end of the week ; i trust that won't be a problem . ❜

she would much prefer not to have noticed the shift in his demeanor , the way diablo seemed to shut down at what malina considered to be harmless advice . how generous of her , and yet ! nevertheless , she was taken aback by the mention of diablo's previous homelife . ❛ well , ❜ a small shrug , ❛ that's a very low bar you're setting . ❜ there's an almost comical tone to her statement , which doesn't make it any less true . it was better , yes , but not as good as what she thought he deserved and for whatever reason , malina liked to believe she knew what was good for diablo . someone had to keep his head straight , he lucky to have her . she wished she'd had someone like that at his age .

pausing , she simply stares in disapproval of the little pun he made . ha - ha , hilarious . ❛ am i supposed feel intimidated by that ? please , the man is allergic to sunlight . ❜ a dismissive chuckle . she could acknowledge dracula's reputation , but fear him ? never , she feared no man . it's the next few words that cause an actual disturbance in her , a strange feeling sitting in her chest . ❛ oh dear , it's worse than i thought . ❜ a heavy sigh , ❛ love isn't real , diablo . i don't know what it is you think you feel for her but let's not make up random things . ❜ and while malina wasn't sure why she was so certain of her conviction , she knew she was right . the mere sound of that word made her want to break something , but she knew to keep composure . just as mal was about to bring up the fact that he might end up dead anyway ( which , judging by the bites , wasn't a stretch in the slightest ) , he beat her to it . you sound just like my father .

malina's eyes went wide , incredulous and surprised . he didn't actually mean that , of course not ! it wasn't true , no . being compared to diablo's father , being worse than him , meant she was just as terrible as her own father had been — or worse . ❛ ... you little shit , ❜ mal barked . ❛ i saved your miserable , pathetic life and you dare compare me to that poor excuse of a creature ? who do you think you are ?! ❜ she could feel anger burning a hole inside her , nails digging into her palms as fingers curled inward . ❛ i think you've lived without consequences for far too long , you ungrateful , insolent fool . you think i sound like your father ? ❜ malina laughed like it was the funniest joke of all . ❛ i can do worse , and i will . ❜

~

"Just because I got arrested before and you had to bail me out does not mean need to assume that everything I do is going to end with me being in jail." Or someone's dinner now, apparently. As Malina quickly glanced through her phone he tossed the towel aside and pulled his hoodie on so he wasn't standing in front of her half naked, which was awkward enough on its own. Diablo wanted to barter for something maybe with...more space but he should be thankful for what she was offering all together. "Never asked you to pay for H-- the feline," he grumbled. "Thanks."

The way Malina referred to Sibella upset Diablo. The way she mocked him and threw his past in his face reminded him of a person more sinister than her, to him at least. Her tone, expression, and choice of words brought back haunting memories of his father talking down on him and demeaning him as if he were nothing. He could feel his hands shaking as he pulled his hood up on his head. His eyes lock on hers, expression blank as he simply just stares. He just...shut down for a moment. Despite the anger and hurt bubbling in his blood he had nothing to say to her. Nothing to retort back to defend himself. Maybe, even after all these years, he was still his father's son-- a poor soul that let everyone walk all over him. "It sounds a lot better than the life I remember having before," he finally said, hoping she would understand the severity of his words. Diablo needed to get it through Malina's head that the life he had chose for himself would always be better than the life he grew up with. He wanted to defend himself though, scream in her face that he wasn't 'someone's dinner' that he was in love and Sibella was the best damn thing to ever happen to him. He didn't though, he stayed relatively silent. Despite his trust and loyalty to Malina she still did frighten him at times, almost more than his own father had.

"Her name is Sibella," he mumbled softly, "I can certainly count on the fact you know of her father." He crossed his arms over his chest like a stubborn teenager. This was ridiculous, he thought, he was a grown man and she was treating him like he wasn't. "You're right. I wouldn't let just anyone do this. I let my girlfriend do it because I love her." It was strange admitting his feelings for Sibella out loud to Malina but it was also...relieving. At least she knew the truth now. Diablo shook his head. "You're missing the point. Do you not think I'm grateful to have those things? I never would have without you. I'd probably be dead," he reminded her. His eyes reach hers again, his own having a blatantly sad look in them. "Something I'll never have. Something I've never had. Approval from someone I respect, I guess. I've never had it before so why would that change now?" He bites the inside of his cheek. "Fuck me for thinking I'd ever live in a world where it was okay to do what I want without consequences though! You know what-- No. I think the worse part of all of this is that you sound just like my father. That's the worst consequence of all."

[0oolookitsme]

Anything For You... And I

Type- One-Shot

Verse- Dwd!Harry x Dwd-Character!!Y/n

Word Count- 2.9k

Warnings- half of this piece is smut lmao

A/N- I've noticed that when I'm actively reading fics, I'm actively writing fics... y'all better hope that I read ff more frequently now heheh. Hope you enjoy <3

Also, a very happy Christmas Eve to those who celebrate!

Harry was in a very good mood right now, on cloud nine even. It's just everything has went so perfectly today, he just wants to go home and have a nice little cozy time with his girlfri- no, fiancé. Yep, he's still digesting the fact that he proposed, she said yes and now they literally live in the same flat, as in together!

He shuts the lid of his laptop with a little too much force and reaches for his bag. Inside it, lies the moustache printed laptop cover that Y/n had thrifted for him- it never fails to lighten his mood when it's dark and make him gushier when it's good.

She told Harry that her father had taught her to never trust a man without a moustache, but because she knew he didn't want to grow one yet, she bought him this. "It won't be on your face but at least it's in one of your belongings!" She had punned and cackled.

Not able to put off the smile on his face, he puts the stack of thick folders in the small cupboard attached to his desk and leans forward to check if his shoelaces are tied properly or not. It's a habit he inherited from Y/n; it might as well be one of the first things he noticed about her.

The chair rolls back on its small four wheels because of the push from behind his knees as he stood up. Brushing down a hand over his suit to press off any creases he swings his bag on his left shoulder, fished out his car keys and picked up his phone from beside the bowl.

Turning on his heels he's caught off guard when he sees her at the gateway to his cabin.

"Hello there," she greets him in her honey soft voice, seemingly ready to strut in towards him.

This is the fifth time this lady is going to come and try to persuade Harry to do something he has already made clear a thousand times he doesn't want to do. He's in too good of a mood right now to deal with her bullshit again, causing him to exhale in annoyance.

"Lumi, I swear to god I will reach the HR before your house," he grits out, his hand going to weave through his hair whose roots feel cold to his touch.

At this statement, she straightens up and raises up her chin accusingly at him. She clears her throat but before her words can pull through her mouth, Harry brushes past her, muttering a stern 'move' and rushes into the lift that will take him to the basement- which is also the car park.

He doesn't even think about her before unlocking his phone and opening the phone app, waiting till the lift doors move apart from each other before pressing on her contact.

It only rings twice before she's picked it up and is greeting him in her same day-brightening voice, sounding to be in an okay-ish mood. "Hello?" She repeats again and that's when Harry realizes that he had totally forgotten he had to reply back to keep a conversation. It's just so easy to get carried away with her dreamy voice.

"Harry? Are you there?" She repeats, seeking some kind of response and sounding a bit concerned this time.

"Yea-yeah, I'm on-line hmm. Just called to let you know that I'm leaving now, can't wait to reach home," he smiled into the phone.

"Ahhh, okay," she sighs. "I'm going to be off this meeting in a few more minutes, then I only need to boil rice." Because she's on a call, it might seem as if she's saying that to him but she's rather telling this to herself- or so Harry thinks.

Frowning when he heard that her work was dragged on later than the official timings again today, he bid her goodbye with a 'see ya soon,' and threw his phone somewhere on the passenger seat beside his'. Set with a goal that he'll try to make her day better by doing whatever that'll be needed, he starts the engine and drives straight out of the exit; his hair flying in different directions as soon as he opens the window to the passenger's seat.

Driving, his eyes are on the road, but mind is listing all the things she likes that is tangible for him right now, at this time of the day. The only thing that sticks out is food, which she's already almost prepared. He was hoping he could find some florist; flowers always seem to put her in a good day. And because she's not so stubborn like him, she forgets about whatever bad thing that must've happened before.

Pressing brake lightly while nearing the traffic lights, he turns on the indicator and makes a swift turn to the lane on the left. Driving at a slightly faster speed at finding the lane empty, Harry enjoys the feeling of cold air against him as he drives in the same direction for ten more minutes before some bright light comes into his sight.

He parks in front of the building and gets out heroically, glad that it's still open. He reads the board, "Favourite-Savourits."

Entering the dimly lit space, he immediately moves for that isle which Y/n beelines to when she's with him. He gathers the main items he remembers in her arms and gets them checked, pays the bill and throws the receipt in the bin just beside the corner.

Satisfied, he exits the shop and comes to a hault when he sees an old lady pushing a cart, sticks of random flowers in it. He immediately makes a run for it, sure that if the lady were to look at her side right now, she'd have a heart attack.

"Excuse me!" He shouts, not able to run at the same speed he had started with anymore. "I want some flowers!"

The lady comes to a halt and turns around with a strange look on her face. She stands there quietly until Harry reaches her. Then, she chuckles at him.

"I'm on my way to throw these, darling," she tells him.

"But they are totally fresh!"

She clears her throat before telling him that the florists of this area have decided to throw these, in the name that they don't need these anymore. "You can take any of these if you want thought, I won't stop you."

Harry, who was nodding at her story to be polite hurriedly picks out some pretty flowers and reaches for his wallet. Though, he stops when the lady starts to walk forward again, dismissing him by saying that she doesn't need money for this. But because she also wished him a good night, he walks back to his car with a slight confusion still painting his face.

Once again, he increases the speed a little, not able to be patient to see his fiancé anymore.

As he is parking his car in the carpark which comes under the right of the flat itself, his phone starts ringing and he's quick to pick up when he sees that it's y/n whose calling and not a lazy colleague who will probably beg him to help them out with some work they procrastinated on.

"Hey, darling." He greets her, taking his keys out of the lock and gets out of his car. He's sure she heard him shutting the door but apparently, she didn't based on her next words.

"Where are you H? You said you were leaving like almost thirty-five minutes ago," she questions and trails off the end.

"Oh darling I'm just 5 minutes away from opening the door to our house," he laughs, "I'm sorry I took so long, put down the phone I'm just coming in."

She hums, muttering 'okay' before hanging up.

With some struggle, Harry manages to get inside the door, grateful that she held the door open for him. Whatever crisis he's in the midst of while managing all the stuff in his arms, he doesn't miss the sight of her eyes lightning up at the sight of her treats. It's like someone just cleaned them and now they are squeaky clean, shiny to be exact.

"Is this seriously why you got late, H?" She asks in a voice that Harry can't identify the emotion in. Although when he meekly nods at her, he's caught off guard when she throws her arms around his neck, pressing a chaste kiss onto his lips. "I'm not on my periods, H... what made you think that?" She questions him out of blue, her tone funny as she's looking him straight in the eyes but softly.

"I didn't do this because I thought you were on your periods, no. I did it because I'm pretty sure you've had an unfair and stressful day, and I left early and had time up my sleeve," he answers her like it's no big thing he did.

And while it is the minimum, y/n can't help but look at him as if he's her Saviour right now. She admires his efforts so much, that sometimes it turns into a battle inside her head- oh he did this?I shall pay him back in a greater way because his sweet soul deserves that. She's been working on that habit for a long time now but it's just hard, and she just wants to let go of the rope she ties herself with sometimes.

"Thank you. Thank you for doing this, I really appreciate it," she mumbled against his lips. "I'm not saying this to pay you back in any sense or anything else- but I was thinking of showering before I called you. Perhaps, you could join me?" She offers but it comes out as a question instead.

Pressing another kiss on her lips, he mutters a 'sure' before bending down to pick her up. Immediately her legs wrap around his waist, and she interlocks her ankles behind his back. They don't kiss, they don't make out- her forehead lies against his' and that's enough intimacy for them before they strip down to nothing but their goose-bumped skins against the chilly atmosphere of their bedroom bathroom.

Pressing her bare back against the wall as she slips her tongue into his mouth, he turns the shower taps, both hot and cold so that they don't burn or freeze in there.

In the meantime, she climbs off him while making sure their tongues stay tied. Her hands crawl up his sides and reach for the back of his neck, tangling her fingers in his locks which have gotten straight due to water falling down directly on his forehead and pushing his fluffy hair down onto his scalp.

Water droplets trickle down their faces, getting in between their kiss and making it sloppier.

Harry's hands snake around her hips before they reach down to grab her ass cheeks, smacking one lightly and making her groan against his mouth. His mouth reaches for her cheek then jawline then her neck, and she keeps tilting her head more and more to the side to give him all the space he wants.

One of his hand crawls up her stomach, causing butterflies to erupt just under wherever his palm goes. He cups her jawline first and then reaches back for her tit, cupping it and pinching its nipple- catching another throaty moan from her.

She has completely let go of herself by now, and Harry can tell. "I need you to stand balanced right now, you hear me?" He says as he cups her cheeks with his hands.

She gets confused as to why but before she can catch the breath to ask him to elaborate, Harry's on his knees with his mouth on her heat and it's snatched right away from her. Her hands go back to take ahold of the walls as he works his way through her arousal, lapping it up vigorously and moving his head so that his nose keeps brushing against her clit.

"Oh fuck-" she moans, her knees buckling when he starts to thrust his tongue in and out of her weepy hole. She can feel wetness dripping out of her and right when she starts feeling the knot in her stomach, his fingers replace his mouth as he latches onto her throbbing clit.

Poking his tongue at its sensitive center, he continues his suction on the bundle of nerves, enjoying the series of curse words and his name falling out of her mouth like a pleading chant. When he starts feeling her legs shaking beside his head, he increases his pace.

"Come for me, cum for your fiancé," he manages to say smugly before latching back onto her heat.

Her moans get louder and louder as she feels him enjoying his time between her legs and the burning sensation moving lower and lower in her tummy. "Oh my god, I'm close- I'm so fucking close, H." She tells him, silently asking him to not stop now in a voice above her usual octave.

He simply hums against her, but that simple thing sends electric shocks up her spine. He continues humming, providing vibrations straight to her clit as his lips continue their suction on her clit, which feels to be getting sensitive as she grows closer and closer to her climax.

From where his hands were resting over her thighs, he wraps his arms like two snakes around her inner thighs and grabs a tight ahold of her ass, most probably imprinting his hand in red on the cheeks. Y/n hadn't understood the reason behind it, too lost in heaven but even there she realizes that he's pressing his mouth harder against her- suffocating himself between her thighs.

"Oh- oh Harry, fuck!" She screams his name, one of her hands going to pull against his hair to make some distance between him and her pussy because of the tight vibrations pulling the knot lower and lower in her belly too fast. Although she's pulling against him, she's also hoping that he won't budge and when he actually doesn't and groans instead, she knows she's done for it.

Her wetness drips down his fingers as he continues fucking them into her, pulling the orgasm towards his mouth because now, he's addicted to her taste for the millionth time and won't move until he has a load of her on his tongue, which can't seem to stop licking up the wetness spreading on her pussy due to finger-fucking her.

When she starts to moan his name louder and louder and he can listen that her throat has gone dry, he knows his tongue is gonna be flooded with her sweetness sooner than ever now.

He hums to encourage her, slapping her ass cheek with his other hand and that's the moment she screams his name like he's the god she's pleading to and dirties his tongue like she isn't one of the sinners in this bathroom as well. He groans when he feels the thick white liquid he had desired for, slip into his mouth through his working lips.

Removing his fingers, he passes it up at her while immediately putting in his tongue inside her wet weepy cunt, wanting every single drop of cum he can pull from her. He can hear her crying out that she's overly sensitive now and pulling on his hair strands to pull him away from her heat, but he knows that she wants him to help her ride out her orgasm as she also swirls her tongue around his two slick fingers.

When he's sure that she's clean of her own arousal now but still dirty with his tongue-traces and saliva, he finally pulls back satisfied with his work.

"Ah fuck, can never get rid of my addiction of your taste," he says, swiping his tongue across his lips and wiping the arousal around his mouth with the back of his hand. His knees crack when he stands up, making him giggle.

"Thank you for that," she grins, pressing a kiss on his stretched-out lips.

"Anything for you... and I, ahah" grins at her, before leaning in to press a small kiss on her cheek. "Think I'm a bad boy, just had my dessert before dinner," he laughs, unwrapping his hands from around her waist as she closes the tap after splashing some water on her vagina. She's walking away with her thighs slightly parted, and he knows exactly why because this has happened before- 'I'm just still sensitive,' she laughs embarrassed every time while saying that; also telling him he did a good job under a laugh.

He laughs at her as she narrows her eyes at him with a grin plastered on her lips.

Already having tied her robe around her, she helps him tie the knot of his' and just when she leaves the two strands, she makes sure to leave a lingering eye contact before turning around and walking outside with him trailing behind her.

"Guess I'll be a good girl to have my dessert after dinner," she finishes with a breathy laugh. It only gets loud when Harry mimics those men who silently hope for a payback after pleasing a woman in some way. "Wait seriously!?" He asks her in a high-pitched voice, picking her up from behind while also laughing just as hard as her. Dropping her on the bed, he bends down to place his hands on his knee to continue his laughter, as she lightly smacks him across his face.

[topazshadowwolf]

GoopTales: Part 10

In which Nightmare knows he's in over his head and makes a call. As I think I warned before, there will be FuzzyNight, and it's now starting to pop up. Balance (Lyra) is a Toriel guardian.

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10(you are here)

AO3: Ch 1 (1-4), Ch 2 (4-8)

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He gave all the boys a snack of crackers (cheesy crackers and saltines mixed together) and cut-up pears. This they had in the entertainment room while watching one of the animated movies they had brought home at one point or another. He made sure to check the rating of the movie. 

Looking over the box, he remembered when the boys brought it home. At the time, they had laughed about it being for kids and expected to mock it the entire time. To them, it sounded cheesy.

It was about some giant metal creature from space that made friends with a tiny human boy. He remembered finding all four in tears by the time the movie finished. Nightmare should try watching movies more often. They were good stories; some were even adapted from books he read. But he’d just instead read.

Thankfully Dust was handling the snack well. The flavors were mellow, especially since he gave him more saltines than cheesy crackers. Nightmare offered them all small amounts at a time, preventing him from getting excited about the flavors and overwhelming his magic. Since they all got the same treat with needing to ask for more, Dust wasn’t singled out. Though Nightmare did need to ask him not to share so much with Ferrous. 

The dog was lying beside Dust, letting the child lean on him. It was nice to see the animals accept their smaller owners, like Bill, who was again lying like an oversized rag doll over Killer’s lap.

Once done with the snack, he stood and left the room with the excuse of needing to clean up. The truth was, he needed help, and he wasn’t above admitting it to himself, at least.

While they were watching the movie, Nightmare made a phone call.

“Hello, Nightmare! How are you?” Asked a kind and feminine voice.

“Hello, Lyra, I…,” He looked in at the boys who were fixated on their movie. Each in shirts that fit them more like nightgowns… Horror’s, in particular, was down to his ankles. “... I have a small problem. It is something I will try not to bother you with too often, but I could use some help for a moment. And yes, there was a pun intended before… you will understand once you see what I am talking about. That is, if you can come here?”

“I… can. Nightmare, is everything alright?” Lyra inquired. “You say it is a small problem, but your voice contradicts that.”

With a sigh, Nightmare closed his socket, and his tentacles drooped. “I trust you, so I will be honest… no… everything is not alright. But… I will make do.”

“I do not like the sound of that. I am finishing baking a treat for your boys,” She said. Before, he knew she would have been teasing him to say, ‘your boys.’ It has reached the point, now, that she calls them that without even meaning to.

Well, she will soon see. 

“I will be there soon,” She said, finishing her statement.

“Thank you, goodbye until then,” Nightmare said.

“You are welcome, and likewise,” with that said, she hung up.

Now, he should warn the boys. Lyra tended to look for them first when she visited. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t mind. She seemed to enjoy finding them and giving them a pie or something else that they happily came to share with him.

Walking into the room, he paused the movie, and all but Dust looked up at him. Dust looked confused and glanced around before looking up at Nightmare.

“I am sorry to pause your movie, boys, but a friend is coming over. She will be helping me out, and so I want you four to be nice to her. Alright?” Nightmare asked, and all four nodded. “Thank you.”

“what’s her name?” Horror asked.

“Her name is Lyra, or Balance, for she is the guardian of balance and order,” Nightmare explained.

“is she your wife?” Killer blurted out.

“My wi-” Nightmare felt his magic rush to his face, his tendrils lashing with a sudden burst of nervous energy. “No, no, she is not my wife.”

“Oh…, girlfriend!” Killer announced, pleased with himself.

“If by that you mean a friend who happens to be a female, then yes. But that is all we are, friends. Is that understood?” Nightmare clarified, and Killer nodded with a smile. 

What was he to do with that one?

He then resumed the movie and returned to the kitchen. By the time he finished cleaning up from the snack, he had heard the soft footsteps of Lyra walking into the kitchen. “I now see what you mean by ‘small’ problem.”

“You saw them then…,” Nightmare sighed without looking back at her. He pulled the plug in the sink to allow the water to drain. “Did they see you?”

“No, I had been considering surprising them. It is safe to say they surprised me, so I stepped away from the doorway to find you,” Lyra said as she moved closer. He glanced over as she set a tray of brownies down. Steam was rising off of them; they were fresh from the oven. She looked at him with a tilted head. “What happened?”

Nightmare waved a hand to the table before he remembered the tablecloth. She looked at it as well and giggled. “What is this construction?” She inquired.

“A cave… a small cave dragon hatchling lives there with his three guards. Here, let me fold the tablecloth, and you can take a seat…,” He said as he picked up the tablecloth and started folding it while walking over to the drawer it belonged in. 

Once she was sitting and the tablecloth was put away, he joined her and started telling the story of what had occurred. He didn’t hold back either, telling her everything he had learned about his henchmen. As he spoke of their Gasters, she covered her face when he got to Dust’s memories.

“Oh my… that…,” Her words failed her, and she shook her head. 

“Anyway, I need supplies for them… but I can not leave them alone in the castle when they do not even remember this is their home.”

“I can stay here for as long as you need me,” Lyra said.

“Actually… do you mind making the shopping trip? I will confess my knowledge of child care is limited,” Nightmare frowned. “They mainly need appropriately fitting clothing. Then anything you might feel they need.”

“And after the shopping trip?” Lyra pried

“You may go home,” Nightmare said with a tired smile.

“Nightmare… they are children.” Lyra pushed.

“I am aware of that,” he replied flatly.

“And with the same injuries and changes that occurred in adulthood. Nightmare… they will… be a challenge for just one person,” Lyra explained.

“They are my b-… my idiots,” he stated. “They are always a challenge, and I will make due as usual.”

She sighed and shook her head. “Alright, but know that I am just a phone call away. You need not do this on your own.”

She then stood and walked into the entertainment room. Just in time, too, the closing credits for the movie were starting. “Greetings, boys! Nightmare told me about you four and asked me to run an errand. Before I leave, I wanted to talk to the four of you.”

He stood there and watched as she knelt on the floor and spoke with them. Asking about favorite colors, animals, foods, and other things. Three of the four were excitedly answering. Dust, though, sat quietly and shrugged. The others would offer up answers for him. He then noticed Nightmare and walked over to him, Ferrous trailing behind.

“can i stay by you?” He looked about ready to cry, and Lyra offered an apologetic smile.

“You may,” Nightmare replied, and Dust moved beside his leg. He stood there quietly, watching the others. Nightmare glanced down again as he felt something touch his leg and saw Dust place a hand on his fibula. 

The others asked Lyra questions and pointed out how much she looked like Queen Toriel. Though, with some black fur, one gold horn, and one silver one. They were very curious, though Horror soon tired and made his way over to the other side of Nightmare.

As the children stood beside him, he moved a tendril around Dust’s and Horror’s shoulders to offer comfort. Horror smiled up at him but then sighed and closed his sockets. His head must still be bothering him. Dust, Of course, flinched at first when the tentacle Nightmare used for him made contact. Much to the Guardian’s surprise, though, he looked up at Nightmare with a smile.

“Alright, I will be back,” Lyra said as she stood.

“Thank you,” Nightmare said.

“You are very welcome,” she replied with a smile.

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[yonkimint]

All I Need Is Me [Namjoon x Reader]

45. Happily Ever After

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Only time is going to tell.

It does.

Alex not only turned himself in but provided the police with dozens of screenshots of his conversations with Yeji. She had laid out her plans in detail. How she would protect him from the authorities even if he broke the restraining order. How she intended to punish y/n and guilt Namjoon into taking her back.

The evidence was so overwhelming in fact that Alex was offered a lighter sentence for violating the restraining order. Community service and he was off the hook. The boys were in an uproar over it and even went so far as to make a pact to cover for each other if Alex ever went missing or was found dead.

y/n wasn’t supposed to know but she and Namjoon had also made a pact: all cards on the table (pun intended). He’d shown her the text chain immediately to which she had nearly keeled over laughing.

“I knew Yoongi was cold-blooded,” he had told her, his eyes rounded and a little haunted, “I was not expecting Jimin.”

“Don’t let his cute exterior fool you, he’s dangerous.”

A week later, the media caught wind of the lawsuit against Yeji. The storm that followed was intense. Yeji’s influence over her fans was strong with many of them blindly coming to her defense. She would never blackmail anyone. Namjoon was lying. y/n was actually a homewrecker.

Before she knew what was happening, y/n’s entire history was plastered in the headlines.

y/n sets her phone down on the couch, the warmth of satisfaction spreading through her. Finally being able to take control of something is helping to channel her anxiety and, honestly, she needed that more than comfort or pity anyway.

She’s just about to start formulating her statement when the door to Namjoon’s studio swings open. While she hasn’t officially moved in or even talked about moving in, she’s spent more time here in the last few weeks than she has at her own apartment.

“Jagi,” he calls. y/n twists around in her seat, propping one elbow up on the back of the couch, and plasters her trademark hazy smile on her lips. He’s only said one word but his tone is serious.

“Yes?” she asks as he appears around the corner, his plush lips already puckered in the cutest pout.

He shakes his head at her, “Get that smile off your face! I can’t think straight when you look at me like that!”

Namjoon comes to sit beside her and automatically pulls her into his arms. y/n can’t contain a small giggle when his hot breath tickles the crown of her head before he presses his lips to her hair. She wastes no time snaking her arms around his torso and leaning her head up on his shoulder to gaze into his eyes.

“Why would you need to think straight?” she teases, making her best attempt to steer him away from what she knows he’s about to ask her. She knew she shouldn’t have sent the text. She knew it would make her vulnerable.

“Because I have a question that needs answering,” he tells her, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and cupping her cheek in his warm palm.

“Or,” she suggests, “We could just kiss and probably do other things that don’t involve questions or answers!”

He leans down to press his mouth firmly to hers. His lips seem to dance against hers until she’s so consumed with desire for him that they part and his tongue slips inside. She’s just about to shift so that she’s straddling him when Namjoon pulls back.

“Remember when we didn’t talk about what happened in Vegas and so we didn’t know how we felt about each other and my crazy ex tried to run you out of my life and we almost got divorced?” he asks, leaning his forehead against hers.

y/n whines, “You are killing the mood!”

“You are evading a serious conversation when you promised we would tell each other everything from here on out, remember?”

“Fine,” she pouts, “but you’re going to make me blush and feel gross on the inside if you make me answer.”

“Oh good,” he teases, “Blushing y/n is my favorite y/n.”

“That’s not what you said last night! You said —”

Namjoon presses his palm to her mouth to silence her and says, “You were blushing then too! But that’s not the point.”

“Then what is?” Her question is muffled against his skin. He puts his hand back on her cheek and traces the outline of her lips with his thumb.

“What are you afraid of that’s so embarrassing?”

y/n ducks her head, hiding her face in Namjoon’s chest. He doesn’t try to pull her face back to his. Instead, his arms circle her, his fingers tracing soothing patterns across her spine. She sighs, “You.”

Namjoon freezes, his muscles suddenly taut around the woman he loves so much. She’s afraid of him? Has being with him forced her to her breaking point? y/n senses his thoughts before he speaks them and now she’s the one trying to soothe him.

“Jagi, not like that! Do you honestly think I’m afraid of you when I just tried to seduce you into bed?”

“Well, I’ve been misled before!” he protests. He didn’t mean for the comment to sting but they both feel it. The scars of their former relationships are going to take a long time to heal. “I shouldn’t have said that. I know you aren’t misleading me. Why do I scare you?”

y/n shakes her head, finally looking into his eyes, “You don’t scare me. Loving you scares me.”

“Am I being too much? Am I going too fast? I don’t want to scare you off, y/n!”

She shakes her head again, laughing now. They must have the same fear. She presses her palms to either side of his face and presses her lips very carefully to his. When she pulls back, she tells him, “I’m scared because I love you and I don’t want to mess it up. That’s what scares me.”

He leans up to kiss her again, “After everything we’ve been through in our short time together? How could you ever think you could mess it up?”

“Hey, it wasn’t too long ago that you were trying to get rid of me!”

His arms tighten on her waist and he pulls her into his lap, “Only to keep myself from falling in love with you but now that that’s happened, it’s too late. I’m keeping you forever.”

y/n grins and pats his arms to release her. He pouts but honors her silent request. She disappears from the room but she emerges again a few minutes later, holding something behind her back.

“Okay, so I know you said we could go slow and I really wasn’t planning on doing this until after the lawsuit was settled but fuck it, we’re being mushy and vulnerable, right?” Her words come out in a flood, one breathless thought.

Namjoon quirks an eyebrow but leans forward as if he can get a peek at what she’s holding. Her hazy smile suddenly becomes intoxicating.

“Yeah, fuck it!” he says, parroting her.

She brings her hands around, cradling a black velvet box in her palms. Namjoon’s mouth falls open and then suddenly he’s on his feet.

“Namjoon,” she starts but he’s pressing a finger to her lips again.

“No! You better not be doing what I think you’re doing!” he shouts over her. Her eyes twinge with an unspoken hurt but Namjoon presses on, “You better not be proposing because I already bought you an actual ring and it’s taken all my self control not to give it to you because I didn’t want to spook you!”

“Ugh, why can’t you let me be romantic?”

“Why can’t you let me be romantic? I’m the husband! Let me propose!”

“Fuck your gender roles! Don’t you want to see the rings I picked out?” she whines. Her pout is so cute, Namjoon can’t stand it. His pride dissolves immediately and he sticks out his left hand for her to place the ring on his finger.

“Let me see,” he demands.

y/n rolls her eyes and opens the velvet box with a crisp snap. Two matching bands glow against the dark cushion. “I had a whole disgusting speech ready too but since you killed the mood, I love you and even though love is ugly just like that statue, I want to be ugly with you.”

She pulls the larger ring from the box and pushes it onto Namjoon’s ring finger. It contrasts beautifully against his skin and y/n’s toes curl, knowing this is her person and now there’s proof. He pulls her into his chest, pressing his lips to her head.

“Even if a judge hadn’t court ordered me to stay married to you, I’d be honored to spend the rest of my life with you,” he whispers into her hair.

y/n wriggles in his arms until he loosens his arms just enough for her to pull back and look into his eyes, “Can I see my ring?”

Namjoon shakes his head, “Let’s wear the matching ones! This is better.”

“Are you really mad you didn’t get to propose?”

“If it were anyone else, I would be salty but the fact that you spent literally years planning to be single forever only to be the one to propose gives me a weird sense of pride,” he admits. y/n leans up on her toes and kisses his cheek.

“Also, after your last proposal ended in a dumpster fire, I figured I would save you the trauma and make my feelings clear,” she says.

“Weren’t you just saying how worried you were that you were going to mess things up with me? You’re literally the most thoughtful human being I’ve ever met. I love you.”

“I love you more!”

“Okay, now you’re going too far! Can I put your ring on you now please?” Namjoon asks. y/n nods, handing her husband the box with her matching ring. He pulls it from the cushion and tenderly takes her hand in his, sliding the ring carefully down her elegant finger. “So about those other things you were mentioning earlier…”

y/n rolls her eyes and spins around to lead him to their bedroom. Maybe she hasn’t technically moved in but who is she kidding? They may have done everything out of order but this finally feels like the start of their happily ever after. 

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[rons-wheezely]

224 || G.W.

George Weasley x Reader, Soulmate AU

Genre: Fluff, humor

Summary: Each soulmate pair receives a special number to them, and them only, on the day they’re born into this world. The placement on the body can vary, so people usually keep to themselves unless they fancy someone or it’s displayed somewhere public. How do you go around explaining to your best friend that he’s the one?

A/N: i have been so inactive, I’m so sorry rip I am going to try to post a fic here and there, but I’m still a student doing student things... This blog recently turned 2 years old, and has reached about 300 followers, so thank you so much for those of you who have found me in the piles of other wonderful works :) I love you all from the bottom of my heart.

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“Oh, do forgive me, Georgie,” you playfully shove him out of the way. He stumbles away from the shelf containing the last package of Fizzing Whizbees in time for you to snatch it into your hands. You hear him chuckle as he regains his balance behind you. It’s suffocatingly crowded with fellow students in Honeydukes, so he leans in close so you can hear him. 

His warm breath comes close to your ear, saying with a soft laugh,” At least share, alright?”

You tapped your chin thoughtfully as the smile plastered on your face turned into a smirk. You make your way to the cashier with George close behind. The candy in the box shake in your hands, and the decorative ring you’re wearing on your middle finger glimmers in the shop’s light. You call over your shoulder,” If you win the next match against Slytherin, I might.” 

This statement alone had George fist pump the air in satisfaction. Even if he lost, you would most likely share it anyways –– to cheer him up, of course. You two have been best friends since your first year when you cleverly evaded one of the twins’ pranks. It was a lucky guess, but the outcome left Fred and George tangled in a mess of burping up slugs for three hours. It was an easy friendship after that, other than the secret feelings you harbored for George, that is.��

Soon enough, the match came and the sight was an absolutely thrilling one. You watch as each player flies by, and each time the wind sweeps your hair in every direction. Fred and George are on a spectacular streak, and they never once miss the bludger. Thankfully you had a pair of binoculars and Lee Jordan’s commentary; the team was so small in the air that it was hard to tell what was happening.

Harry Potter was no doubt going to catch the snitch, and here he comes now swooping in underneath his teammates. He’s almost flat against his broomstick, urging it to go faster before Malfoy could get to the fluttering golden speck. All eyes are on Potter, and the boy is mere inches away. Just as his nimble fingers wrap around the snitch, another Gryffindor teammate drops from the air.

You can hear the subtle gasps from a few in the crowd who noticed. The Gryffindor team were too enraptured with Harry’s catch to notice that one of them was dropping ten, twenty, thirty meters to the ground. “George!” You cried.

As if sending a telepathic message to the other twin, though it is most likely he heard you yell as clear as day, Fred swoops down to save his brother from impact. You notice now that you're standing on your feet and leaning on the railing that separates you from your best friends on the field. You watch on in horror as Fred barely makes it in time. The breath you didn’t know you were holding finally escapes you, and your surroundings come back all at once. 

You hear the deafening silence and the sound of the wind blowing by. No one moves as they watch Fred land on the ground with George. It was Lee who ended the tension,” And with that, Gryffindor earns 130 points and has won the match…” 

All at once, everyone in the stands scrambles to get out. Elated with Harry’s catch and the twins’ safety, the student body goes their separate ways. You follow them as well and weave your way through the crowd to get to Fred and George. Panic fills your lungs, and every fiber in your body screams to make sure they’re okay.

“Fred!” You call out,” Are you two alright?”

“Yeah, no harm done to me,” he sighs,” –– Other than this git. A bludger whacked him straight on the side and he passed out on his ride down.” 

“It looks like it hurts… but it’s nothing Madame Pomfrey can’t handle, right?” You wince. You try to convince yourself that George is just sleeping a very deep, restful sleep.

“I reckon he’ll be fine, y/n.” Fred winks your way with a sly grin. “Visit him lots, yeah?”

Madame Pomfrey refused to let anyone in until she was done running some tests. When she finally let you visit, you rushed to sit next to George’s bedside. He stirred at your frantic movements and opened an eye to see you. “It’s not that bad is it?” He chuckles.

“She said that you’ve broken a few ribs, but you’ll be alright.” You smile. 

George sits up slowly, pretending to be in agonizing pain. You worry for a bit and reach out to him on instinct, but he laughs and tells you he’s okay. His torso is wrapped entirely with gauze over his clothes, and there are a few bandages wrapped around his forearms as well. Pomfrey had drawn a blanket over George earlier, so the white sheet still covered the lower half of his body. A moment goes by, and you hear a soft wheeze leaving George’s lips. “You don’t suppose my soulmate is into beaten up ginger-heads, do you?”

“Well,” you mull over your words. Pretending to take his question seriously, you answer,” they would have if you were Fred..” You laugh a little as you catch the glint in his eyes –– the mischievous one you had grown to love. 

“Oh, if only I looked exactly like that bloke.” He jokes. His head falls a little forward as he laughs. His gaze is drawn to his lap, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he looked like those shy love interests in romantic muggle films. 

You notice that his fiery hair is covering his eyes, and your body compels you to get another glimpse of that wonderful boy’s face. Ever so gently, you reach your hand out and tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. When your fingers curve around the back of his ear, you notice a few dark marks of what looks like a tattoo. Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion. You go to move more of his hair out of the way, but he turns his eyes to you. 

“Are you getting handsy with me y/n? Tryin’ to make a move, are you?” He smiles, but there is a small panic in his eyes as they frantically search yours. “You could’ve just asked me out, you know.”

“Is that your soulmate mark?” You ask.

“Maybe.”

“Well,” you huff playfully,” I might be able to tell you who your soulmate is. I might cry if your soulmate is Madame Pomfrey, though.”

“Is that a bad thing?” He asks, a playful tone in his voice.

"Georgie, please don’t tell me you have a thing for milfs.”

It takes everything in him to hold back his laughter. George pulls his hair back to reveal the numbers 224 etched behind his left ear. Your breath catches in your throat, but you try to hide your very obvious shock. 224 was a number you knew too well, and seeing that number reflected on your best friend’s skin meant that your deepest feelings were true. It’s okay to be in love with George because now... now there is chance he feels the same way.

Your mark is tattooed on the band of your middle finger, which is usually covered up by jewelry. You fidget with your rings nervously, trying to ground yourself all the while. George doesn’t pay too much attention to it when he says,“Fred has his numbers on his right ear. I might be the right-hand man, but he’s lucky enough to be the right-ear man.”

You laugh at his really bad pun,” Really? Out of all of the ear jokes, you chose that one?” 

“It made you laugh, didn’t it?” He nudges you with his shoulder, and you can’t help but giggle some more.

“Would you like to hear a fun fact?” You ask. You gulp down all of the fear that has started to swallow you whole. You are George’s soulmate. The idea buzzes in your head along with a million other thoughts. George nods for you to continue, and you fight the panicked urge to scream. “...In the muggle world, they have such advanced technology.”

“Yeah, dad would know––” George interjects for a second.

“The numbers 224 actually hold a meaning to them. It’s something like a code–– it’s related to their fancy devices I think? Anyways,” you take a deep breath. You remember vividly the details your friend went to great lengths explaining to you. 

“Your number is all kinds of special, y/n!” Mae beams at you. Her eyes twinkle in an amusing manner as she tries to prove herself. A soft thud could be heard when her hands meet with the common room table, and she quickly jumps to her feet. “Imagine, having such a fantastic number as that!” She exclaims with awe.

“I don’t understand?” You bemusedly remark. Why would numbers hold more meanings beyond your standard soulmate reason?

“My brother loves binary code, a certain muggle science,” she explains,” and he told me a few meanings. One of them being yours! Now, if only fate would tell us who your soulmate was...”

If Mae were in this room, she would be bursting at the seams from pure glee. You look into George’s eyes and say,” ...the numbers actually mean something along the lines of ‘Today, Tomorrow, Forever.’ It has to do with the bond you and your soulmate have together.“

He blinks once or twice before breaking out into a grin,” Okay, can you say it again but,” he emphasizes,” simpler, maybe?

“––it means that your soulmate will love an accident-prone idiot like you forever and always,” You joke halfheartedly.

The familiar gleaming smile he wore after a successful prank creeps up onto his face: one of self satisfaction and deserving of many awards based on looks alone. His smile is much gentler and you almost miss it, but a blush tints the very tips of his cheeks. “Oh? wait ‘till dad finds out that numbers have meanings to muggles. How’d you know all of this anyway?”

“Oh, it’s just something my friend talked to me about.” You dismiss his questioning gaze and clear your throat. Every second that passes makes you more and more anxious being around George, simply just by knowing you two are soulmates. It’s a dream come true, sure. But how do you go around explaining to your best friend that he’s the one?

“Are you alright, y/n?” George asks. “You seem real fidgety. Do you need to go somewhere?”

“Oh–– no, it just that,” you gulp. “Well.. I think left the Fizzing Whizbees back in my dorm room.” You lie. You know it’s in your bag with your other belongings, safely tucked away for later consumption. “Post-game snacks are essential, and I did make a promise.”

“Are you sure you left it there? I thought I saw it in your bag...” He leans over to find your bag, and sure enough, he pulls out the box of candy.

“Oh.” You look at him. There’s an awkward pause before he clears his throat.

“You’ve really got to get yourself together mate–– looks like Nearly Headless Nick showed you his neck hole again or something.” George jokes to lighten the mood, but he’s right. The longer you sit there and stare at him, the more you either want to slam your lips against his or vomit profusely. You feel pale and sickly; just enough to feel the twists and turns of your stomach. Is this what having butterflies feel like? He opens the bag of candy and offers you some.

You share the box of whizbees with him, taking one out and popping them into your mouth. It fizzes and jolts a little as the sweet taste melts on your tongue. “I think maybe Fred slipped something to me earlier,” you avert your gaze,” I’m not sure.”

“Yeah, sounds like Fred.” George grabs your hand and looks you in the eyes. He’s rubbing soothing circles on your hands, and it does seem to relax some of your nerves. He looks at you softly and gently, and all at once, your anxiety starts to melt away in his presence. You almost forget why you’re so worried in the first place. “You know I’m not going anywhere. If you have to take a massive shit, I’ll wait for you.” He says as he pats your hand reassuringly.

You erupt into laughter and shove him away. “And here I thought we were having a moment.”

“Nothing says true love like bowl movements, darling.”

As the laughter dies down, the somber feeling in your gut returns. It’s now or never, right? “George, I think I need to tell you something. I—“

Fred bursts into the door with Lee following shortly behind. “There’s my favorite twin!” He beams. He gets a disapproving look from Madame Pomfrey peering around the corner from her office. Fred doesn’t pay much attention, choosing to walk past her with barely a glance over his shoulder. George rolls his eyes as Fred happily trots over, spilling some liquid from two mugs in his hands. “—had to have Lee help sneak these in for the party, which you lot are missing out on.” He hands you a mug of butter beer and George, the other.

You decide to drop the subject even after George was free from the hospital bed. It’s a few weeks since then, and school has made you push those thoughts of pesky soulmates and true love aside. Of course, George kept looking at you funny, waiting for you to bring it up again. To his dismay, you didn’t.

“Alright everyone, class is dismissed.” Professor Sprout announces as she busies herself in setting up plants for the next day. It’s the last class of the day, and you couldn’t be happier. Repotting plants was hard work, and you were sweaty enough as it is. Beads of sweat dripped down the side of your face, and as much as you hated it, it did make for good eye candy across the room — namely George, although there’s a lot of dirt smudged onto his face too.

He’s cleaning up rather quickly so you call out to him,” Can you grab my rings, Georgie? They’re over there by my bag.” You had to remove jewelry in order to “safely handle” the creatures and wear proper gloves. Those of which you hastily pull off to wash your hands. The suds come and go as you lather and rinse away in the sink.

“Today, tomorrow, forever eh?” George’s deep voice rumbles in your ear. You jump a little at the sudden scare. “I think I like the sound of that, don’t you?”

You turn your head a little to the side and come very close to George’s face. You can feel his breath fanning on your skin, and his nose is just barely touching yours. You fear that if you blink, the sight in front of you will vanish. Every freckle that glitters his skin is so close you could count them like the stars and draw constellations between them if you wanted to. It’s absolutely breathtaking. Your body feels like it’s on a cloud— so feather light and airy— as he smiles at you. Your throat is dry; your tongue struggles to keep up with your thoughts. “...what?” You choke out. You cover your hands on impulse, but you know it’s too late.

“It means you’re stuck with me forever, y/n.” He grins. “Soulmate magic is no joke, you know.” He hands you your rings and walks beside you out of the greenhouse. You slip the rings on to your middle finger where it’s always resided, deciding to fidget with it a little.

Nothing should be different. You’re walking with George in the hallways like you always do, your hair is no different than yesterday, and class was the same as an other day. And yet your heart is beating faster and the sun seems to shine brighter. The grass is greener and the lake bluer than it was this morning. Words remain unspoken, but the truth is there. His fingers are interlocked with yours. 224.

[wipethetape]

Wandattention

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

a failed attempt with the pun? yes. is it really that bad? yes. did i make this after seeing the multiverse of madness trailer 2? definitely yes. this user is for wanda maximoff supremacy.

Making your way to the kitchen, you saw some of the members, particularly Bucky, Sam, and Scott, placing bets and arguing on who's going to be the 'Most Loved Avenger' between the three of them on Valentine's Day. You don't care that much about it because you know it's going to be a tough competition with strong contenders and unexpected dark horses.

Tony made a system where civilians, literally anyone, even welcoming admirers from outer space and multiverse, where they can put all their gifts and letters in a certain sort-of-like-a-mailbox located in rooms not too far from the entrance, each with the names of every Avenger. There is a passage where it would go to another set of intensive security that also counts all the gifts before delivering them in each bedroom. There are three reasons why you despise this silly arrangement.

One, yes, you are one of the most popular Avengers from the team, therefore you would get many gifts from fans. But it means that there are also not that famous to the people so some of you will get only a few to none (which thankfully didn't happen because everyone received a massive or enough amount last year).

Second, you knew this was the idea of the egotistical playboy side of him, even though he reasoned out that this might be a good way for the Avengers to connect and please the citizens for wreaking havoc in every mission so they could feel that the Avengers are not that different or out of reach (no really, he just wants to confirm that fans with the same daddy issues find him hotter now that he's a dedicated family man because apparently, social media is not enough proof).

Third and the most important one, while it pleases you that many people give their attention to you, you only wanted to attract that from one person. And that person happens to be around your vicinity, yet you always find yourself conflicted on approaching her.

Grabbing a drink from the fridge, you saw Wanda coming your way so you quickly went to the living room where the three men were still bickering.

"I already told you it will be me– hi Y/N!" Sam greeted, followed by Scott, with Bucky patting your head as a greeting.

"I'll place my bet here on Y/N," Bucky states.

Scott rebutted. "No offense but might as well put your bet on Tony if you're going to be like that, vibranium man."

"Offense!" Both Bucky and Sam exclaimed.

"Now that's rude," Sam retorts.

"I agree," Bucky says, gaining a questioning look from Sam. Scott politely apologizes to both, which they accepted.

"I think I should be the one offended here for being compared to Tony."

"Hey! I heard that kid!" Tony shouts from nowhere. When did he even arrive? You turned around and saw him approaching the four of you, but that didn't really catch your attention. You saw Vision having a few laughs with Wanda in the kitchen, and you missed the way the other men looked at each other after seeing your seemingly jealous eyes shooting lasers at Vision. However, Tony grabbed your attention and snapped you out of it, arguing about your statement earlier.

Later that day, right after dinner, where most of the members are resting in either the living area or theater room, you caught a glimpse of Wanda trying to sneak out with a visible red envelope in her hand. You excused yourself to Natasha and decided to secretly follow her.

She was heading outside the compound, where the rooms are located, and walked towards Vision's area. You head back to the compound with slumped shoulders and a dejected face, not minding the curious gazes that will certainly follow you if you walk past through them.

You just patiently waited until the clock strikes at 10, where the gifts will be delivered to your room and have something to distract you from the heartbreak you are experiencing.

It warms your heart to read the letters you received from fans, some of which made you laugh because the writers were teenagers professing their love to you and commanding you to wait for them to grow up and court you. Somehow, the warmth doesn't seem to reach the void in your heart where coldness and pain lies. It still hurts to know that no matter how much love you get from other people, you will never get it from the person you wanted to reciprocate it to you. However, it's fine that she's happy with him, though that will not stop you from thinking about terrible ways how to piss him off.

You only intend to finish reading the letters and call it a day (literally since it's already past midnight) because you don't have the energy to open the gifts nor the appetite to eat the chocolates and other food you got. The last one is a red envelope, and your chest is already pumping hard but you don't want to assume who the sender is. You already experienced enough heartbreak for today, you don't need more.

You took the envelope and saw the wax seal with a 'W' on it, and you swear you can literally pass out right now then happily deal with the nagging you will get from Dr. Cho. Checking the back, your name was gracefully written and you can feel the small bit of magic enchanted on the letter as you feel what's written on it. It basically confirmed that you were the supposed recipient of the letter, jumping gleefully with the discovery.

Wanda gave you a letter! How can you process that fact alone? And on Valentine's Day? Sneaking outside the compound for secrecy when she can just go to your room and leave it somewhere in your bed? But you swear you saw her drop by in Vision's area. Wait, did she? You remember seeing her walking in the same direction, but you went back without seeing her drop the letter. Oh.

You were so fixated on your jealousy that you didn't even think that the arrangement was from the oldest to the newest recruits, and you were recruited around the same time with Carol, so definitely Wanda would pass by Vision's. It doesn't matter now, because despite the heartbreak you brought upon yourself, you finally got the Wandattention you want on hearts day.

[squidyyy23]

Hello. Am I texting you right now as I send you this? Yes. Yes I am. But I have a few questions that the world needs to know!

In you kitchen sink cookies, which topping was chosen by which Gallagher sibling? And also, if the Mandy and Mickey (and any other Milkovich siblings) ever get invited to Thanksgiving at the Gallaviches, what toppings would they ask for? And also, also, what about Franny and Freddie'd choices?? And also also also, what would be yours if you got invited??

Very. Important. Questions.

oh hey there, stranger. 😉 quite the homework assignment you’ve given me here! who knew some 🍪 cookies 🍪 could spark so many questions! okay okay, let’s see if we can’t turn everyone’s personality into a dessert topping. 

alright, so i started with a recipe and threw in some extra things of my own and ended up with six toppings. six toppings, six gallagher siblings. it works and i love it!

here's what we've got:

chocolate chunks - liam. classic. reliable. no surprises. a traditional choice for the boy with an old soul.

pretzels - lip. a realist. had enough of all this sugar and sweetness. doesn’t trust this cookie making business. too smart. knows how it ends up. rebels by picking something savory. he’s not a child and everyone needs to know that.

toffee bits - fiona. sickeningly sweet. our selfless provider. but will break your teeth if you aren’t careful.

potato chips - carl. chaos. probably grabs the chip bag with a wild cackle. wants everyone to notice how outlandish he is. but actually ends up blending in quite nicely.

m&ms - ian. classic middle child. unassuming choice. no big statement to be made. but gotta throw a little color in there lest he get lost in the shuffle completely. 

salted caramel chips - debbie. salty and sweet like out little baby-stealing firecracker. (ok, these were a recent trader joe’s find i couldn’t resist. i’ll admit it. i’m an addict.)

(some of these are a stretch but let’s roll with it 😂)

now on to mickey and mandy…

mickey - he’s throwing in some nuts. peanuts, walnut, pecans, macadamia. he doesn’t care. it’s all about the endless puns in the kitchen which irritate his husband to no death. he then picks the nut back OUT of his cookies because he doesn’t even like them.

mandy - our girl got out and saw the world. she’s a cultured bitch now. she’s coming home with ideas. maybe a spicy chocolate or an exotic dried fruit.

as for the kiddos…

franny - she’s changes her mind a dozen times before the cookies are finished. every time someone pulls their topping out, suddenly that’s her FAVORITE!

freddie - he’s a baby. someone hands him the sprinkles and he’s happy to dump the entire container onto one cookie.

and for me, i’d say i’m either a chocolate chip purist OR one of my absolute favorite cookies is this 🎃 pumpkin spice honey cookie 🍯 (which is should totally make soon since we’re pretending it’s fall already)

[cilogram]

Memory of Jacques Tati, by Ron Mael

Jacques Tati entered the lobby of the Paris Hilton looking very much like Monsieur Hulot---same raincoat, same determined gait. “Hello, I’m Jacques. You can pronounce it like ‘Jack’.”

When a band is given the opportunity to appear in a film, it usually is a cameo in a prom night scene with adoring teenage actors feigning hysteria at the lip-sync performance of their new song. Here we were, in 1975, being given the chance to make preparations to appear not in an American teen comedy, but in a French film, a Jacques Tati film, and not as a performing band in one scene, but as actors in the entire film with Mr. Tati.

A Swiss record company executive had thought there were similarities in sensibility between Tati’s view of the world and ours. We were under no illusions as to the relative genius of Tati versus Sparks, but we kept our mouths shut and a meeting was set up in the Paris Hilton.

Perhaps Tati, who we doubted had ever heard of Sparks, had accepted the meeting and the inclusion of us in his next film as an attempt to widen his audience. We, of course, never asked him whether it mattered that we weren’t actors. The process began.

Over the next several months, we had numerous discussions with Tati in his Paris office about the planned film “Confusion.” It was to be centered in a television studio with Russell playing a television director and me playing some sort of technician.

We learned that the oft-debated “auteur” theory in film did at least exist in Tati’s world. Attending the meetings were only Tati, his sketchbook and notepad, his personal assistant, and the two of us. Our job during the “collaboration” was mostly to marvel at the brilliance of his ideas, a job made easy by the brilliance of his ideas. Each meeting would typically begin in the French manner of starting a statement with “no”, as in “No. we must be certain we are completely prepared before beginning anything,” in effect contradicting a statement that had never been made.

As the meetings progressed, it seemed as if there was a basic structure in his notebook on which to hang “gags.” I use the term “gags” with some hesitation as these were not modern American comedy-type gags or even silent comedy gags, but more visual playthings or visual puns. A highly decorated military general, wearing numerous colorful battle ribbons on his chest, finds the colors of these ribbons begin to run down his uniform into a pool on the floor. Another character would be shown to leave the frame of the film, much as Tex Avery characters sometimes do, perhaps in order to make you aware that you are in fact watching a film. Jacques, tell us where to stand and we’ll do anything.

Outside of his office, Tati seemed always to be studying peoples’ movements and behavior. He would always take public transport, never a taxi and most certainly never a limousine, in order to be able to watch people and not feel sheltered from the surroundings. Even a lunch at a restaurant would be more than just steack-frites, with Tati asking a waitress what part of the animal a certain cut of meat came from. When she demonstrated and left the table, he would mimic her action, not in a mean-spirited or patronizing way, but in what seemed like the transformation of her simple act into a ballet move.

At one point in the series of discussions in Paris, Tati and Sparks were asked to be guests on a Swedish television show. Tati’s only request of the show was that they supply a white horse for his use during the TV performance as a “prop.” No problem! (Our 25 year long search for a video copy of this performance ended when our recent pilgrimage to the same Swedish television station revealed that copies of the show no longer existed. Tragic). Soon, our meetings with Jacques Tati occurred less and less frequently. Perhaps there were financial problems. Perhaps there were health problems. We never knew. Finally, sometime late in 1975, our meetings stopped.

People in bands are always selfish about one thing or another. My selfishness was wanting to forever be linked in some small way to the brilliance of Jacques Tati. How ironic that after 30 years as a musician, my sole regret is not being able to have appeared in a French film, a Tati film. I will always remember that first Jacques Tati entrance into the lobby of the Paris Hilton and how, in a sense, being in his presence for even a short period of time made me an actor in Monsieur Hulot’s world.

------- Ron Mael

This essay was written by Ron and appears on pages 30-32 of the Guide Book. Paragraph breaks added by me for readability; punctuation/spelling errors are the book’s own. For copyright reasons, I haven’t included the Japanese translation by Tsuzuki Hajime, my apologies.

[aquamarinescarlet]

The Psychology of You

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: ~3.2k

Warnings: soft angst (I don’t know when things are angsty enough to be considered angst)

Summary: You search for answers but the girl from the library doesn’t seem to want to make it easy for you.

Author’s note: I think this is turning out pretty great, but let me know what you think!

Taglist: @helloalycia @gingerbreadcookieforlife @xastrydx @trikruismybitch

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Your enjoyment was short-lived when she quickly replaced her shocked expression with a smirk.

“So you read it,” she simply stated and your hands ached to brush that victory smile off her lips.

“Explain,” you repeated.

“The plot?” She referred to the book. “Was your little brain incapable of understanding it?” She mocked in a high pitched voice, as if she was talking to a toddler.

Determined to not let her get into your nerves, you held back a sigh.

“Oh, I understood it,” you countered, “what I didn’t understand was what it had to do with all those weird questions you asked me. So, if you would be kind enough to get the screws on your brain back to work and explain it to me, I’d appreciate it.” Your tone filled with disdain.

“And why would I do that when watching you struggle is much more fun?” Your patience was starting to wear thin.

“You don’t even know me.”

“I know you better than you think.”

“What? You’re Sherlock Holmes now?”

“Something like that.”

You didn’t reply, hoping the silence would be an invitation for her to explain herself. She didn’t catch on, or at least she pretended she didn’t. Tired of this conversation you made a move to leave. That she noticed.

“Color?” You stopped dead, turning back towards her, wanting to wipe that stupid grin off her face.

“I’m not playing this game again,” you simply stated.

“Don’t be such a bore.” She challenged.

Oh how you wished to just punch that pretty face of hers. Your need to always prove people wrong fought with your desire to leave and never see her again. Needless to say which one won.

“Blue.” To your dismay, her smile only grew wider.

“Person?”

“My cousin.”

“Place?”

“The beach.” You stifled a laugh from that subtle pun.

She walked away without another word. You waited at the table, along with her stuff.

“Here,” she handed you a thinner book this time, an orange and black cover, “good luck.” She said before taking her stuff and leaving.

Circe was the title. You’ve heard that word before, but couldn’t pinpoint where. You didn’t have time to dwell on it when Diego showed up in front of you.

“What was that about?”

“What?” You turned your gaze to the boy.

“You and that girl, she’s the one who insulted you last week isn’t she?”

“She wasn’t insulting me.” The words came out before you had time to process them.

“Oh,” he looked surprised, “so you’re defending her now? What happened to ‘she’s crazy’ and all that?”

Honestly, you were as lost as he was. Why did you defend her? Why wasn’t her presence as annoying this time as it was on your last encounter? Or, better yet, why did you agree to keep up with this little game?

Diego seemed to notice your hesitation.

“Do you plan on reading that or…?” He trailed off.

You analyzed the book and what your best friend was implying with that statement. You needed to talk to someone about it, and Diego was the perfect person, he understood you like no one did, and he knew books, maybe he might help you come up with an explanation.

As an answer to his question, you checked out the book and started to make your way to the pastry shop.

Once you were seated, each one with your respective order, you pulled out both books from your backpack and placed them in front of Diego. His eyes went wide, you didn’t blame him.

“Okay, so,” you started, “the girl, from the library.”

“Yes, the one you’ve apparently grown quite fond of.” He teased.

“Not fond,” you corrected him, “I still hate her guts, but I did grow curious.”

He adjusted his position on the chair.

“Curious…” He urged you to continue.

“You remember the first time I met her?”

“The one where she called you dumb,” he recalled.

“Precisely, well, she asked those three questions-” He didn’t give you time to finish.

“Yes, a color, a person and...”

“A place,” you reminded him, “those were weird questions, but she somehow used them to recommend me this book.” You raised the The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo copy.

“If I remember correctly though, you had left it on the shelf before you stormed away.”

“I went back on friday,” he gave you a skeptical look, “curiosity got the best of me, what can I say?” You defended yourself. “Anyways, that’s not the point, I read the book and it had nothing to do with any of the answers, or at least not in an obvious way.”

You watched Diego pick up the book and leaf through it.

“What were your answers?”

“Red, you and as far away as possible.” He sat in silence with those words for a second.

“I can see the connection with the place.” He stated.

“I saw it too, kind of, I’m not sure.” You motioned for him to put the book back down and pay attention to your problem. “Today she refused to explain the connection, and she made the questions again.” His eyes drifted to the second book.

“And you answered them.” It wasn’t a question, although you could sense his confusion.

“Blue, my cousin and the beach,” you looked at him pleading, “do you have any idea how they connect?”

He did the same with Circe. Almost studying the book.

“The cousin maybe, for this one, but no, sorry.” You let out a sigh of disappointment.

You leaned back, relaxing your body against the chair. The coffee was only stressing you out more. Your mind swirling with questions just exponentiated your eagerness to go home and read this one, and try to make some sense of the girl’s mind.

Despite that, you made an effort to actually engage in Diego’s conversation, which thankfully shifted to a different topic, instead of letting your mind drift back to the girl from the library. How could a stranger occupy your thoughts so easily? You didn’t even know her name.

An hour later you were back home, lying comfortably on your bed, the book in your hands.

When I was born, the name for what I was did not exist.

That sounds like some paranormal shit, you thought to yourself. You were wrong… well, depending on the perspective, you were wrong. It wasn’t paranormal, it was mythology, Greek mythology to be exact.

Maybe that’s where you’ve heard that word before, ‘Circe’. It was the name of a character from those stories, those beliefs. Diego had gone through the classic mythology-obsessed fase as a kid, you might have heard him mention it during his everlasting monologues about the Gods and all their shenanigans.

You barely made it to chapter two before being hit by a throbbing headache. The medicine cabinet didn’t have anything that helped, and no one else was home to go out and buy more, you certainly weren’t in the state to do it yourself, so you opted to just lay down and rest your eyes hoping it would pass on its own.

It didn’t. At least not before you fell asleep.

Darkness flooded your room, the house was dead silent. You checked your phone, 4am. It didn’t come as a surprise that you still had your clothes from yesterday on. You stumbled towards the bathroom, your body oddly light from the sleep, your muscles stiff from the uncomfortable position.

The headache was gone, thankfully, but so was the tiredness. You had four hours before you had to be up and was hoping to get some extra sleep, but kept tossing and turning, wide awake.

Giving up, you turned on your lamo and picked up the book on your nightstand. The story wasn’t as mysterious as the last one, but it managed to catch your interest quickly. It told the story of Circe, a nymph who has been disowned by her parents due to her not-so-attractive looks.

Was this the girl’s way of telling you she thought you were ugly? You scoffed at the idea, she wouldn’t go that low. Plus, it’d be a lot of work just to tell you something so petty and stupid.

As you advanced on the reading you tried to pick on little details that would clue you to the connection it had to the questions she asked. You even tried to find points in common with the previous book she had recommended, and some came to mind, but nothing that helped solve the full puzzle.

This one was taking longer than expected. Between classes, practice - in which the coach was making you do lighter exercises - and the headaches you’d get from staring too long at the small words, you were reading at a much slower pace than you’d usually do.

On Friday the headaches had finally subsided, and to celebrate you invited Diego to the arcade.

As always, the simple prospect of going to the arcade kept your thoughts about the girl and her books in the back of your mind. For the time being you even forgot about Circe, which you were only halfway done with.

The music, the lights, the dust, none of those affected you at all, nor did they give you anymore headaches. You pulled Diego excitedly, beating him at all your favourite games. The owner was familiar with the both of you, offering extra coins and making conversation throughout your stay there.

“C’mon, give up, these things are rigged.” You said to Diego, who was playing on the Claw Machine for the third time.

“It’s not rigged, it’s physics.” He explained whilst concentrating.

“It’s luck,” you laughed lightheartedly as he lost yet again, “and you don’t seem to be having any.”

He scoffed at you and inserted another coin, you just rolled your eyes at his insistence. You were getting bored of waiting for him when you were surprised by a voice coming from behind you.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” You turned around and were met by the boy with silver hair.

“Pietro,” you exclaimed, “I could say the same about you. Don’t you live like... on the other side of town?” You remembered from the day you dropped him off after the party.

“Nope, I live a few blocks away.” He gestured to his right. “That was my folks’ place.” He explained, sensing your confusion.

“Really? Then how have I never seen you here before?”

“I don’t come that often.”

“Well, you should, this place is awesome.” You said dreamily.

“Sure is.” He agreed, and you heard someone coughing behind you, suddenly being reminded that Diego wouldn’t know the boy.

“Right, Diego this is Pietro,” you introduced them, “he’s Angie’s… uhm,” you looked at him quite unsure of how to explain, “friend?”

“For now.” He gave you a wink and you were pleased by that. He was good to Angie, and it was about time she fell for someone decent.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Diego said.

“You too.”

“Y/N I have to go,” Your best friend turned to you, signalling to his phone, “my mom needs me to pick up Iz.” His little sister.

“That’s too bad, I was just about to ask you to show me your favourite games here since you know it well.” Pietro looked at you.

“Are you fine to go by yourself?” You asked Diego with pleading eyes.

“By myself?” He brought his hand to his chest feigning offense, but quickly laughed it off. “Sure, have fun.”

You bid your goodbyes, thanking him again for not complaining about you staying without him. Despite this being you guys’ place, it was the place where you could destress, and you certainly didn’t want to leave yet.

Pulling Pietro by the arm, you presented him to all your favourite games, teaching him how to play some, and getting beaten by him on others. He had talent, you had to admit. After at least an hour of playing, laughing and friendly teasing each other, your stomach started to grumble.

“Someone’s hungry.” Pietro joked.

“Maybe,” he didn’t seem to believe you, “okay, yes.”

“Let me take you to dinner.” You looked at him with an eyebrow raised and he rolled his eyes at your insinuation. “Not like that, I just know a place a few blocks away, plus, I’m also starving.”

You quickly agreed and he took you to this place that sold pizzas by the slice. Your eyes went wide with the variety of options you could choose from.

Once you both had chosen three slices each, you sat down at one of the tables.

“So,” you started, “why don’t you live with your parents if they are in the same town as you?”

“They were very strict about bringing girls around,” you both laughed, “so me and my sister decided to move out, we wanted some freedom y’know”

“Sister?” You asked curiously.

“Twin, yes.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you had a sister, have I met her?”

"Doubtful, she isn’t one for socializing, spends all her time with her face buried in books and studies.”

“She and Diego would get along quite well then.” You joked.

“If he’s as shy and sweet as she is, then definitely.” He added.

Conversation shifted to several different topics from there, and after eating five or six slices of pizza you decided it was time to go home.

Pietro walked you home with the promise of getting revenge on the games he had lost in the arcade.

A good shower was much needed, your muscles happily relaxing with the hot water. Settling on your bed, your eyes found the book sitting on the nightstand. You picked up from where you had left, hoping to finish it that night. You didn’t, you fell asleep half an hour later.

You did finish it on Saturday morning, and after lunch you planned to go directly to the library. As you were about to leave the thought that she might not be there passed your mind, so you packed your backpack. In the worst case you’d spend the afternoon studying instead of getting answers from her, plus, you could use some time to catch up on your classes, the headaches leaving you slightly behind throughout the week.

As it turned out, your intuition was correct. She wasn’t there. So you settled yourself in one of the empty tables, scattering notes and textbooks all over it.

You almost laughed at the scene. You were willingly in a library, you were spending more time than needed in said library, you had two novels on the table, two novels that you had read in the past week. That was so different from you, and you didn’t regret it one bit.

Could you have just ignored that girl the first time you met? Yes, you could.

Could you have ignored her the second time you met? Also yes.

But you didn’t, you played along, you engaged in her little mystery game. You let her invade your mind, your thoughts. You let her steal all your focus, which should be on the notes sitting on the table, seemingly forgotten.

Speaking of the devil, your train of thought was cut short by a presence taking a seat across from you.

It was her. She stared at you for a few seconds, none of you saying anything. Without breaking the silence, she took out some of her own notes and started to read over them.

You wanted to say something, you wanted answers, but you found yourself at a loss for words. She was sitting right there, you just had to ask, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Was it because the last time you asked so bluntly she found a way around it? Probably. It was the most logical reason, although it didn’t feel like the right one. That only seemed to increase your anger towards her, you were quick witted, the words always at the tip of your tongue. But somehow this girl changed that, and you still didn’t know her name.

You must’ve been staring for a while when she cleared her throat, breaking you away from your daze.

“I thought you hated libraries.” She simply stated.

You didn’t know how to reply, she wasn’t wrong and you weren’t willing to admit she was the reason you were here.

“It helps me concentrate.” Her gaze met yours.

“Sure.” The glint in her eyes told you she didn’t believe it and you felt shy for being caught. “You don’t seem to be concentrating tha much.” She challenged.

“I would if you left.” Your tone was one of pure annoyance, she didn’t seem fazed at all.

“Are you implying I’m distracting?” She added playfully, a smirk on her lips.

You just wanted to reach over and wipe that off of her. Instead you let out a deep sigh, closing your eyes for a few seconds, determined to not enter into another argument with her that would distract you from what you wanted.

“I read it,” you tossed over Circe to her side of the table, “I still don’t get it.” You admitted.

She reached over for the book, brushing her fingers over the cover. The smirk was gone, now replaced by a playful grin. Somehow that was even more annoying. She was enjoying this, taunting you, keeping you on your toes trying to figure her out.

“You are quite slow aren’t you?” You huffed loudly in frustration.

“Is there even a logic behind those questions? Because I’m starting to think there isn’t any and you’re just doing this to annoy me.”

“Color?” You rolled your eyes, you weren’t falling for it as fast this time.

“Why me though? You don’t even know me.”

“Color?” She insisted.

“I don’t like to read, this will get you nowhere.” You kept trying.

“Color?” Swallowing back a growl, you got up abruptly, startling the girl.

“You know what?” You started to shove your stuff back into your backpack. “I’m not playing this anymore, either you tell me now or I’ll leave.”

You hoped she would give in to your ultimatum, she didn’t. She just stared at you.

“Color?” You shook your head with disbelief, taking your stuff and walking away.

You didn’t want to come back here ever again. The nerve she had. Your blood was boiling with rage. Yet you stopped dead on your tracks once the exit came into view. Something kept you from moving, from leaving and you had no idea what it was.

Before you knew it you were face to face with her, no longer on the table but in the middle of the infinite shelves filled with books. Your nose inches from hers. She was taken by surprise, her eyes went wide and her breathing became heavy.

“Black, my grandpa, the arcade down the street.” You stated with a seriousness you’d never had before.

She didn’t smirk, didn’t grin, her eyes no longer had that glint of playfulness it had earlier. She reached her hand out, without moving her eyes away from yours, giving you a thin book you didn’t even bother to look at.

You held on to that position for a few seconds longer than necessary, not quite sure why you did it, before moving away with a look of displeasure from giving in to her once again.

[jmbringitonworld]

What Cures A Sickness

This is my contribution to the @frans-monthly March Prompt: Sick. It technically takes place after Fransweek 2022, Day 5: Food, but can be read as a standalone oneshot.

Horrortale belongs to Sour Apple Studios

AO3 link for those who prefer to read fics there.

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After putting away her gardening tools, Frisk let out a satisfied sigh. Turning her head to look out the window, she admired how well her garden was doing. All of the vegetables were growing beautifully, a testament to all of the hard work she’d put into them, and most of the fruits were almost ready to be picked. She was especially proud of her red, juicy tomatoes, the pride of her garden; they were sure to make for delicious ketchup. Frisk hoped Sans would approve, he’d certainly enjoyed the jar she’d previously made for him, after all, and had thanked her in the most pleasant ways... A loud jingle broke her out of her fond reminiscing, and she swiftly fished her phone out of her pocket, answering it in the same beat.

“Hello?”

“frisk,” Sans’s deep baritone answered back, his voice even rougher than usual, tinged with an edge of panic. “i need your help. it’s aliza, she’s sick, and me an’ pap don’t know what to do. she says she’s fine, that it’s just a cold, but her face’s all red and really warm, she’s sweatin’ buckets and she keeps coughing an’ sneezing. and... and she refuses to eat anything .”

That last damning statement sounded like it truly pained Sans to admit, which, given his previous history of starvation, Frisk knew it really must have. Sans couldn’t bear to let anyone go hungry, and was always fiercely insistent on making sure everyone ate enough. Someone as dear to him as Aliza, refusing food, must have him so worried...

“Don’t panic, Sans, Aliza’s a healthy kid, and some colds seem more severe than they really are. I’m sure whatever’s wrong isn’t too serious,” Frisk tried to reassure her boyfriend, her tone purposely placating and upbeat. “Have you called a doctor?”

“no, i don’t know any, ‘sides my therapist, but this ain’t really their field of expertise. an’ i don’t wanna phone Aliza’s parents, they might never trust us to look after the kid ever again. you’re the only one i could think to call, frisk.”

“That’s fine, love, I’ll be right over to help out, and I’ll see if Aliza needs professional help.”

“thanks, babe, that really means a lot. and don’t worry about getting here, i’ll pick you up myself.”

Just then, the doorbell rang. Frisk quickly made her way to her front door, throwing it open to reveal the elder of the skeleton brothers himself. Hanging up her phone, Frisk threw her arms around Sans, wrapping him up in a tight, comforting hug. Feeling Sans return her hug with trembling arms, Frisk tightened her hold on him.

“It’s going to be okay, love,” Frisk’s soothing words and presence were like a balm to Sans’s soul, as he relaxed within her embrace.

“thanks, sweetheart,” Sans sighed into her hair, inhaling her familiar scent, and grounding himself in the gentle pulsing of her soul calling out to his, which instinctively slowed down to match it. “i dunno what i’d do without ya.”

“Panic some more, probably, without getting anything done,” Frisk’s voice was half amused, half chiding. Sans chuckled lightly.

“heh, ya sure know how to cut me to the bone. but you’re not wrong. This has really rattled my bones.”

Frisk giggled, relieved that Sans had calmed down enough to tell bad puns. Giving her boyfriend one last firm squeeze, Frisk reluctantly released him, grabbing one of his skeletal hands instead. Sans tightened his grip on her hand.

“lessgo,” was all the warning Frisk received before the world dissolved around her, to be replaced by a familiar, welcoming living room, where an even more familiar and welcoming skeleton monster was pacing fretfully, wringing his gloved hands. Upon noticing their arrival, Papyrus immediately rushed to them and swept Frisk up in a bone-crushing hug.

“FRISK! YOU ARE HERE!” he cried loudly, tears liberally falling from his eye sockets, glittering brightly underneath the glasses taped to his skull. “I’M SO RELIEVED! YOU CAN’T IMAGINE HOW WORRIED I’VE BEEN FOR MY OTHER, TINIER HUMAN FRIEND! EVEN USING THE FULL EXTENT OF MY VERY IMPRESSIVE MENTAL FACULTIES AND CULINARY TALENTS, I’VE BEEN UNABLE TO HELP ALIZA AT ALL!”

Patting his arm as best as she could, trapped as she was, suspended high in the air, by deceptively powerful skeletal arms, Frisk was quick to reassure her dear friend, keeping her voice light and sympathetic.

“There, there, Papy, I’m sure you’ve been very helpful and that Aliza really appreciates all you’ve done for her. And I promise to do everything I can to help her, as well. Now, could you please take me to see her?”

“OF COURSE! SHE’S CURRENTLY RESTING IN OUR GUEST BEDROOM,” Papyrus gently placed Frisk back on her feet and eagerly led her to a nearby room. Carefully opening the door, he quietly ushered his first human friend inside, before following closely behind her, with Sans choosing to remain in the doorway to observe. Frisk sat in the chair someone had placed beside the bed, where lay a human, teenaged girl, her normally pale face flushed and sweaty, her dark hair lank, and her breathing laborious.

“Hey, sweetie, how are you?” voice hushed and consoling, Frisk tenderly caressed the other girl’s head, delicately stroking stray strands of hair out of Aliza’s face. The young girl blearily looked up at her, offering her a shaky smile.

“It’s just a cold, honest!” her voice was weak, and rough from coughing, despite her clear efforts to appear strong, as she sniffled loudly. Frisk’s heart clenched in sympathy. “Uncle Pap and Uncle Sans are fussing over nothing. I’m fine! Sorry to bother you, Auntie Frisk.”

“None of that now, Aliza,” Frisk frowned down at her, tone firm but not harsh. “We all care about you a lot, and your health is very important to us. And you could never be a bother to me, sweetie.”

Frisk leaned down to place soft kiss on Aliza’s forehead, who smiled shyly at her, grateful for her consideration and affection, before the elder human placed the back of her hand on top of the teenager’s forehead, then moved it to both her cheeks.

“Hmmm, you definitely have a bit of a fever, sweetling,” Frisk furrowed her eyebrows in concern, while behind her, Papyrus made a noise of distress, anxiously biting on his gloves, heedless of his braces. “It doesn’t feel too high, at least. And I can tell you have a runny nose and have been coughing quite a bit. Sans told me you don’t have much of an appetite, either. How else do you feel, honey? Tired? Achey? Do you have a headache?”

“Uh huh,” Aliza closed her eyes, leaning into Frisk’s touch, the latter’s hand feeling pleasantly cool against her heated skin.

“Well, I’m not a doctor, but it definitely seems like you’ve got a cold, precious,” Frisk concluded, before raising her voice slightly, to address the entire room. “Thankfully, it doesn’t seem too serious.”

Papyrus stepped forward, still looking worried, but hopeful.

“SO ALIZA WON’T DIE?” he asked, his normally loud voice at a much lower volume, in consideration of his guest’s poor health.

“No, she won’t die,” Frisk smiled softly at him.

“YOU ARE CERTAIN?” Papyrus still hesitated, but Frisk’s answer was confident.

“Positive. All Aliza needs is some medicine, lots of liquids and plenty of rest, and she’ll be right as rain in no time.”

Papyrus breathed an audible sigh of relief, almost melting to the floor as the tension left his body, while Sans eased his tense posture, a relieved smile on his skull.

“I told you guys it was just a cold.” Despite her self-assured words, Aliza also looked genuinely relieved, relaxing fully in her bed.

Standing up, Frisk turned towards the skeleton brothers.

“Do you two happen to have a thermometer? Or human pain-killers?”

They both shook their skulls, Papyrus stepping forward anxiously.

“WE DO NOT,” he informed her, looking disappointed with himself for not having everything his friends could need on hand. He clearly needed to be much more prepared in the future. “BUT! I KNOW WHERE THE HUMAN PHARMACY IS! I VOLUNTEER TO PURCHASE EVERYTHING OUR YOUNG FRIEND NEEDS TO FULLY RECOVER FROM HER DEFINITELY-NOT-FATAL ILLNESS!”

Frisk smiled fondly at his enthusiasm.

“Thank you, Papy, you’re a huge help.”

Papyrus drew himself up to his full height, puffing his rib cage out proudly.

“NYEH HEH HEH! WELL OF COURSE, THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS AN EXPERT HELPER AND PEERLESS FRIEND!”

As he was about to rush off, Frisk swiftly caught his scarf, tugging him back to her side.

“Wait, Pap, I need to write down what you need to get, first!”

“OH. RIGHT,” chuckling sheepishly, he scratched the back of his skull in embarrassment. “OOPSIE DOOPSIE, HOW CARELESS OF ME.”

Frisk quickly jotted down what she needed and, instructions in hand, Papyrus dashed off. That settled, she returned to Aliza’s bedside.

“I’m going to make you something to eat that’s light on your stomach,” she smoothed down Aliza’s sweat-soaked hair once more. “I know you’re not very hungry right now, and that’s understandable, but it’s important you stay well hydrated during a fever. I’ll be back real soon.”

Before the woman could leave, Aliza reached out a hand, grabbing onto Frisk’s sleeve as tightly as she could in her weakened state.

“You promise? You won’t leave me?” she pleaded desperately, her monophobia worsened by her illness. Turning back, Frisk leaned down to take Aliza’s clammy, shaking hand in her own, smiling kindly at the scared child.

“I promise, sweetie, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be nearby in the kitchen, and I’ll return to you as soon as possible.”

“... Okay,” satisfied with her words, Aliza released Frisk from her hold and settled back down in her bed. Frisk pressed one more tender kiss to the young teenager’s brow, before departing with Sans, gently shutting the door behind them. The couple made their way to the kitchen, where Frisk searched through their large, well-stocked pantry, before finally settling on making the classic chicken soup. Together, they took out all the requisite ingredients, then worked as a team to prepare them and cook them in a large pot. Sans generally preferred to leave the cooking to his brother, but he relished taking part in any activity he could enjoy with his girlfriend, especially when it involved food.

“hey, frisk?” he quietly called out to her, keeping an eye socket on the roasted garlic he was mashing. She hummed back, her gaze focused on the chicken simmering in a pot on the stove, as she added freshly squeezed lemon juice and various spices to it. “thanks again for coming here on such short notice. it means a lot, to all of us, to have you here with us. you really are a life-saver, babe.”

Frisk’s head shot up, her eyes widening in surprise, before she ducked her head back down, a bright blush overtaking her face.

“I-It’s nothing! Really!” she stuttered out, shaking her head in vehement denial, uncomfortably reminded of all of the people she hadn’t saved, both monster and human. “Y-You’re exaggerating Sans. Aliza isn’t anywhere near as sick as you boys feared, and I’m not doing anything anyone else couldn’t do. I’m sure you guys would’ve been just fine without me.”

Putting his fork down, Sans marched towards Frisk, taking her soft, fleshy hands in his hard, skeletal ones, causing her to look up at him timidly.

“i mean it,” he insisted, his tone serious and brooking no argument. “you’re an angel, frisk. maybe not the one from that stupid prophecy, that’s probably made up anyway, but you’re an angel nonetheless. my angel. i’d be lost without ya. you’ve already saved me, more than you realise, and you’ve brightened up my life just by being in it. and i know you’ll keep brightening it up further. i can feel it in my bones , heh”

Moved beyond words, Frisk’s face lit up with a delighted, heartfelt smile, and she leaned forward, Sans mirroring her actions, meeting her in a loving kiss. Lingering there for a while, the couple eventually parted, to return to their task, shooting furtive, adoring glances at each other every so often, blissful smiles remaining fixed to their faces, while Sans’s right eyelight had become heart-shaped.

Once the soup was finished and a portion was spooned into a bowl, the happy couple returned to Aliza’s room, as promised. The young teen’s expression melted in relief as she spotted them, attempting to sit up, with some difficulty, until Frisk rushed to her side to aid her, while Sans placed the tray carrying the bowl, a spoon and a large glass of orange juice, on the bedside table.

“See, told you we’d back,” Frisk winked at Aliza, before taking the soup bowl and spoon in hand. “Now, do you think you’re up for some homemade chicken soup?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Aliza nodded, perking up at the tantalising smell.

Taking a spoonful of soup, Frisk gently blew on it to cool it down, before offering it to Aliza, who hesitantly sipped it at first, before drinking the soup down with more enthusiasm once she’d had a taste of it. Sans watched with a fond smile, his soul almost glowing with love and joy, as the love of his life tenderly fed the child who’d freed him, his brother, and the rest of his race from the hell they’d been trapped in for countless years. He knew that he didn’t deserve to have such amazing people in his life, but he was eternally grateful nevertheless, and vowed to do his best to be worthy of them. He was certain he’d never achieve that goal, but he’d work himself to the bone to try.

Once Aliza had finished the entire bowl and drunk most of her orange juice, Sans took the tray away, swiftly returning with a wet towel, which he handed to Frisk. With slow, delicate movements, Frisk then proceeded to wipe the sweat from Aliza’s brow, before gently doing the same to the rest of her limbs, helping to refresh the sick girl. Frisk had just finished her task, when Papyrus entered the room, proudly holding up his prize.

“BEHOLD! THE GREAT AND INCREDIBLY HELPFUL PAPYRUS HAS RETURNED WITH THE HEALTH RESTORING ITEMS YOU’VE REQUESTED.”

Beaming up at him, Frisk rose to take the bag from him.

“Thank you so much, Pap, you did a wonderful job! You’re so cool and dependable.”

Papyrus fairly glowed under her sincere praise, his bones almost vibrating in excitement, while Frisk retrieved the items she needed and coaxed a now sleepy Aliza into swallowing some medicine.

“How are you feeling, sweetie?” Frisk asked, as Aliza settled back down into her bed, yawning widely.

“Hmmm, much better, thanks Auntie Frisk,” Aliza mumbled drowsily. Frisk carefully tucked the girl in, under the covers, smoothing the blanket down over her, before using the thermometer Papyrus had got her, to check the teen’s temperature.

“Your fever seems to have gone down a bit, it’s under 38°C (100.4°F) already. That’s wonderful,” she remarked happily, to the skeleton brothers’ great relief. “And you’re not coughing or sneezing as much. What you need most now is lots of rest.”

“... Mmm, I am feeling... bone-tired,” Aliza agreed, smiling faintly at Sans’s chuckle, while Papyrus gaped at her pun, bug-eyed with shock.

“I... WILL ALLOW IT,” he begrudgingly said. “BUT ONLY THIS ONCE! AND ONLY BECAUSE YOU ARE CLEARLY DELUSIONAL FROM THE FEVER!”

“heheheh, good one kiddo. i’m proud of ya,” Sans leaned in to gently ruffle the girl’s hair, Frisk smoothing it back down immediately afterwards.

“All right, then, sweetie. We’ll leave you to get some much-needed sleep,” Frisk announced, standing up to leave. “Sweet dreams, honey.”

Before she could take one step, however, Aliza once again reached out a hand to snag Frisk’s sleeve, keeping a surprisingly firm grip on her.

“Wait! Please don’t go! I don’t wanna be alone,” Aliza urgently pleaded, fighting her urge to sleep.

After a moment of hesitation, Frisk retook her seat at Aliza’s bedside, her hand returning to the teenager’s head and resuming its gentle caresses.

“It’s okay, sweet pea, I’m not going anywhere,” Frisk patiently reassured the teen, her voice comforting and full of compassionate understanding. “If it’s all right with the boys, then I’ll stay the night here, and even longer if you want.”

Looking towards the skeleton brothers, she saw them both nodding eagerly at her.

“WE’D LOVE TO HAVE YOU STAY WITH US, FRISK!” Papyrus clapped his hands in delight. “WOULDN’T WE, BROTHER?”

“yup, absolutely,” Sans smiled widely, winking at his girlfriend in whole-hearted agreement. “stay here as long as you like, angel,” then, just under his breath he whispered “forever even.”

Frisk beamed at the two of them, before turning back to Aliza’s hopeful face.

“Then it’s settled,” she smiled warmly at the girl. “I’ll be staying here for the foreseeable future.”

“Thanks, Auntie Frisk. Thanks Uncle... Sans... Uncle... Pap,” she sighed sleepily, before yawning again, her eyes struggling to remain open.

“You’re welcome, sweetie. Now go to sleep,” Frisk ordered her gently, yet firmly. “I’ll be right here the whole time.”

Letting out a hum of appreciation, Aliza closed her eyes. Resuming her tender stroking of Aliza’s hair, Frisk proceeded to sing softly to her, keeping her voice low, soothing and full of affection.

“When the light is running low...”

Papyrus sighed happily at seeing his two best friends at peace, plopping down on the floor to gaze dotingly at them, holding his skull in both hands. Sans was equally pleased with how well this seemingly horrible day had turned out. Leaning back against the wall, shoving his hands into his pockets, he stared contentedly at the scene before him, mismatched eyes looking between his little brother, his lover, and his kid. They were here, with him, and they were safe .

“And the shadows start to grow...”

When Aliza’s parents had asked him and his brother to look after the kid, while they were busy sorting out their messy divorce, Sans had been overjoyed. He loved Aliza and was only too happy to keep an eye socket out for her. But then, this morning she’d woken up coughing and sneezing. She was lethargic and grumpy, unwilling to play with Paps, or joke with him. Her skin was also a lot hotter than he knew a human’s should be, and he’d been concerned. Very concerned. And then she’d refused to eat. Shoving all manner of food at her had only made her more stubborn. Papyrus was inconsolable when he realised that his dear friend was sick, and even more so when neither monster knew how to help her. They both only knew how to kill humans, not heal them, not anymore. So, Sans had turned to the only other person in the world, besides Paps and Aliza, whom he truly trusted. And Frisk, like the angel he knew she was, had answered his call for help.

“And the places that you know...”

And now they were all together, happy once more. What a sight for sore eye sockets they made. His entire world, in one room. He felt his soul fill with love, until it overflowed, seeping warmth into every bone in his body. He’d do anything for them, his family, because they meant everything to him.

“Seem like fantasy...”

Ever since he’d detected the time anomalies and discovered how messed up the time-space continuum had become, he’d given up on everything, not bothering to even try to accomplish anything, realising how futile his efforts would inevitably be. His choices didn’t matter after all, so why even try to make a difference? It was all pointless in the end. And then the CORE broke down, and he became worse than useless...

“There’s a light inside your soul...”

But now, he could finally see the light, both literally and figuratively. His struggles weren’t in vain, his actions weren’t meaningless, and his choices did matter. He’d managed to change the world, even if not in the way he’d originally hoped. He’d changed Frisk. And he’d changed Aliza. And they’d both changed him in return.

“That’s still shining in the cold...”

With their help, he found hope again. Despite the pain, the loss, the misery, despite everything , he’d managed to obtain the happy ending he’d long given up on wishing for, and had found the strength to believe in the future once more. And more than that, he’d found love. Despite his many mistakes, and the sins that stained his soul, Frisk loved him, melting his cold, uncaring heart with her warm, generous one, shining her radiant, imperfect light on even his darkest days.

“With the truth...”

And with the determination she claimed to have lost, she’d opened his eye sockets to the incredible truth, that no one was beyond saving, not even him, and that even a creature as miserable as he was, deserved mercy and happiness. And love. She really was his angel.

“The promise in our hearts...”

Sans hated making promises, but at that moment, he didn’t hesitate to promise to himself, and to his loved ones, that he’d do absolutely anything to protect them and their bright, broken smiles. He promised to devote the rest of his life to safeguarding this blessed happiness and peace they’d found together.

“Don’t forget...”

Once upon a time of hopes and dreams, before his nightmare began, he’d wanted to have a family of his own. And now, looking at Frisk, being so caring and nurturing with Aliza, the both of them looking so much like mother and daughter at that moment, made him remember that long lost wish, and he realised with a start that maybe, just maybe, it could be a reality.

“I’m with you in the dark.”

His soul shuddered as that painfully wonderful thought gripped his mind. He didn’t deserve such happiness, he knew he didn’t, and it’d be beyond foolish to risk the happiness he already had, to greedily pursue even more, but he wanted it. Oh, did he want that life, a life shared with the woman he loved. He wanted, so desperately, to have Frisk as his wife, staying by his side, forever, and, hopefully, someday, as the mother of their very own babybones. No matter how terrified he was of the potential consequences of his actions, Sans was determined to propose to Frisk.

His soul thrummed excitedly, longingly, glowing faintly within his rib cage, and Sans placed a hand over it, so that its wistful light didn’t disturb his family. But as if able to sense his soul’s yearning anyway, Frisk turned her head towards him, and smiled at him, her expression full of the very love which had cured the sickness in his heart and soul. And, unable to do anything else, he smiled lovingly back at her.

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I struggled for a while to come up with something to fulfil the prompt, and was working on the next chapter of my Machine Convergence AU, until the idea for this fic slammed into me with all the force of a freight train. I've mentioned it before, but I really love (canon) Horrortale, so I'm glad for the opportunity to write more for this AU. Although, since I came into the fandom so late, all of the Horrortale backstory had disappeared (Flowey and Aliza's in particular), but thankfully, a kind stranger on DeviantArt, who'd been following the comic since those early days, told me about them, and checking the wikis also confirmed it. So, I'm sticking to Aliza's canon backstory as far as I'm aware of it. If it's not correct... well I tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway, after two serious, emotional pieces, heavy on the feels, I need to write something light, cute and probably a bit silly. Onto the next work in my Machine Convergence AU!

[nights-legacy]

Not What You're Thinking-Todoroki

First time trying to hold their hand. Does it go right or wrong?

MHA Masterlist

+ Everyone knows how Todoroki is with emotions. He is aloof, unemotional, and unfortunately, cold. It was no surprise to anyone with you two haven’t ever shown any physical part of your relationship. What no one knew was it never happened when you two were on your own either. As a result, you start to think he doesn’t really have interest in you after all.

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Things between Todoroki and I were moving slow and I mean really slow. A slow as a glacier, no pun intended. We were currently walking towards lunch and I was walking towards Todoroki like normal. I wanted to hold the boys hand very badly but I didn’t want to rush him.

“What are you going to get today, L/N?” Uraraka asked me. I smiled and thought about it.

“I don’t really know. I am not really hungry right now. My stomach is upset.” I said truthfully. She looked at me worried.

“Really? Do you need to go see Recovery Girl?” She asked. I shook my head.

“No. It’s nothing to bad. I’ll probably just get some rice so I have something in my stomach.”

“Are you sure?” She was really worried. I stopped her and the others went on.

“I promise. If I start to feel worse I’ll go to Recovery Girl immediately.” I assured her. She relaxed, believing me.

“Are you okay girls?” Midoriya called out. We looked at them. They were stopped a few yards ahead of us. We nodded and walked to catch up.

“Are you alright, L/N?” Todoroki asked. “I heard you say that you had an upset stomach.” I could see the tiniest bit of concern in his stoic expression.

“Yes. It’s only a little thing.” I said, smiling. He nodded before glancing down for a second before looking forward again. He went forward and I looked down to see what he glanced down at. I saw nothing. I shrugged, following.

I stayed true to my word with Uraraka and got rice. Iida and I were waiting at the table for the rest to come back from the line. Todoroki sat down next to me while Uraraka and Midoriya sat across for us. I smiled at them being cutesy together.

“Is that all your eating, L/N?” Todoroki asked. I nodded. He stared at me with an expression I couldn’t read for a little longer before he turned back to his food.

Mindless chatter of training, course work, and other things swirled around the table. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Todoroki move his hand onto the table. The thought of holding his hand ran through my head. I took a breath trying to build the courage before taking the chance.

I place my hand on top of his and lightly gripped onto it. I held my breath waiting for him to return, but he never did. I let out a silent, shuddering breath. I took a sly glance at his face and saw no difference then normal in his expression. I bit the inside of my lip as I slowly pulled my hand away and into my lap. I gripped my hands together tightly.

What was I thinking? He’s not really a touchy person in the first place. Why would he want to hold hands? I chided myself. My stomach felt even worse now. I pushed my bowl back away from me when I caught onto Midoriya nearly hanging off of Todoroki. Maybe he just doesn’t want to do that with me…

“I’ll be back.” I said getting up. All three of them looked at me.

“Where are you going?” Uraraka asked.

“Recovery Girl.” I said quietly and walked off. I heard Uraraka call after me if I wanted her to go with me but I didn’t answer. As I exited the cafeteria. I felt tears run down my face. I went in the complete opposite direction of Recovery Girl.

3rd POV

Todoroki watched as Y/N walked away. You couldn’t see it on his face but he was extremely chiding himself. He basically froze and was internally panicking when Y/N had placed there hand on his. He only started to panic more when they pulled away and grew tense.

“What was that?” Midoriya asked after a few minutes of silence. Everyone at the table but the one was wondering the same thing.

“Well, they weren’t feeling well. Their stomach was upset so maybe it got worse?” Uraraka said more in a question then a statement. “They told me they would go to Recovery Girl if their stomach got worse.”

“It would be wise if one of us went to check on them.” Iida suggested.

“I’ll go.” Todoroki said without missing a beat, rising to his feet. He pushed in his chair.

“Excellent. It would be better if it was you anyway due to your relationship with L/N.” Todoroki only answered by nodding and walked off. He walked to Recovery Girl’s office. He walked in and paused when the only person he saw was Recovery Girl.

“Oh, Mr. Tododroki. Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Has Y/N been here?” Todoroki asked. She thought for a second.

“No, they haven’t.” Todoroki’s eyes widened. He thanked her and walked out.

I didn’t pass her did I? She said she was going to Recovery Girl but… He stopped and thought about it. She probably went to the courtyard of the dorms. He took off running, not caring that lunch was going to be over soon. He ran without breaking his stride or stopping. He ran into the Heights Allience and straight through to the court yard. He finally stopped when he saw their figure sitting on the ground.

“L/N?” He called out. They tensed and looked over their shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” They said in a meek voice. He sighed and looked around before walking over and sitting in front of them.

“No you’re not. And I know it’s my fault.” Todoroki said.

Y/N’s POV

“No you’re not. And I know it’s my fault.” My gaze shot to his face. I saw only slight emotion his face. He took a big breath before looking up at me. Guilt and remorse were written on his face. “I am not good at showing emotions. I only recently learned that it was okay to show them. My damn father and his…”

He stopped taking another breath, closing his eyes in annoyance. I set a hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and gazed down at my hand. Slowly he reached up and grabbed my hand. He gripped it tight before bringing it up to lightly kiss it. My eyes widen.

“I’m sorry. I froze up when you tried to hold my hand. My mind went completely blank but I knew I wanted to hold yours too. He set his hand that was holding mine in his lap and laid his other on top of mine. “I don’t know what I made you think but whatever it was it wasn’t true. I promise.”

“Thank you.” I whispered. I set my other hand on top of ours.

“I wish I was as confident in our relationship as I am in my hero training.” He admitted. “I didn’t have the best role model for relationships.”

“I know.” I said. I reached up and held his cheek. “If you are unsure of anything or need to slow down or whatever, don’t be afraid to ask. I won’t be upset. I understand that this is all new to you. I was just…earlier, it went through my mind that you didn’t want to do this with me even when I know that this isn’t something you know.”

“I do want to do this. Especially with you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked you out on that first date.” He leant closer to look at me in the eyes. “I am ashamed of myself for making you feel this way.”

“Don’t be. I understand why you reacted that way. I just wish I remembered that in the moment.” I gripped onto his hand. I looked up and sighed. “We better get back to class. We’re probably going to get in trouble for being late.” He nodded. He pulled back and got up smoothly. He reached out for me. I grasped onto his hands and he pulled me up easily. I yelped a bit when I fell into his chest.

“Are you alright?” He asked, with a slightly blush on his cheeks. I nodded.

“Yes, I just forget how strong you are sometimes.” I admitted shyly. He chuckled, which I found out was my most favorite sound in the world.

“Come on. Time to go.” He said, pulling gently on one of my hands. I nodded and followed. After a few minutes of walking and getting back into the school building, he seemed to remember something. “Oh, how is your stomach?”

“Oh…” I was surprised, not only at the question but at the fact that the discomfort from earlier was gone. “Much better. I even realize the discomfort went away.”

“That’s good.” He said. “I hate seeing you unwell. How about after school, we got out to get something to eat? Anything you like, it’s on me.” He led me up the stairs and the classroom came into view.

“Alright. Sounds good to me.” I said. He brought my hand up to his lips again, kissing my knuckled ever so slightly and I noticed, a bit unsure. He looked at me, checking to see if it was okay. I gave him a smile and we got lost in each other’s eyes.

“Come on you two.” We jumped at the sound of Aizawa’s voice. We both looked to see the tired man in the doorway to the class. I blushed as Todoroki flushed a little. “You’re late but Uraraka, Iida, and problem child explained what happened. I guess you’re off the hook this time but don’t make a habit of it.”

“Yes sir.” We chorused as he disappeared in the room. I looked over at him with an amused smile. I covered my mouth and tried not to laugh. He smiled too before shaking his head and pulling me into the classroom.

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[gale-gentlepenguin]

That is an interesting question.

Ive seen that comment before. another popular one was.

"If Adrien wasn't there, Luka and Marinette would have worked out."

I don't think there was a 'Right time' for them. Not just because Lovesquare supremacy or whatever. In the series prior there was no time that Marinette and Luka would have been together that would have worked out, even if Luka knew her secret identity.

and as for the

"If Adrien wasn't there, Luka and Marinette would have worked out."

I actually have a different theory.

"Marinette and Luka would never have become a couple without Adrien."

A bold statement I know, but lets look at the facts.

Her first interaction with Luka was captain hard rock. At the beginning of that episode Marinette was bummed about Adrien not being there. She meets Luka thinks he's is cute and a bunch of people are saying she loves him making her question her compass. This plays more into pier pressure (catch the pun there?) and I remember as a teen that people push us and others into situations. If you got your best friend saying you like someone, you trust your BFF, so of course you would start thinking about it even a little.

Now next time we see Luka interact with Marinette is in frozer. And its almost like he doesn't exist at ALL on her radar until this moment. Marinette goes to Luka after Adrien asked her for advice with Kagami. Pushing Marinette closer to Luka in that instant. This allowed for Luka to put himself in a better light in front of Marinette, who was feeling down and was starting to think about letting her crush on Adrien go. This was the time she started seeing Luka as an option, (without every character shoving it down her throat.)

Next moment canonically is desperada. Which I don't really need to say much cause as soon as Adrien is on the ship, Luka may as well have been a cardboard cut out to marinette. But it wasn't until Kagami pushed a bit more (as she was pursuing Adrien) that we start see Marinette be more active in hanging out with Luka.

Silencer is the first time we don't have Adrien involved at all, and Marinette's interactions with Luka mirrored interactions she has had with Adrien. Albeit the plushy crush antics. Plus Luka also confessed here. Luka got to know marinette more because of those pushes to the point where Luka started seeing marinette as someone to be romantically interested in.

Then there was Felix where they made that video for Adrien to cheer him up because it was the anniversary of his mom's disappearance where Luka ASSURES marinette that if things don't work out with Adrien, he would be there. Essentially saying, 'Im here as a rebound'

After this I think the next interaction we have with Luka and Marinette is Loveater, where he gives her a lift to that wedding anniversary party. And then after that he comforts her after she has a breakdown (over a lot of things, one of which did involve Adrien and Kagami being together). And the last interaction of season 3 being her finally listening to the song he wrote for her, which was her way of moving on from Adrien.

(I'd mention the NY special but really did not help Marinette and Luka's dynamic. and its canon inclusion is debated. so lets just put that on the side)

And then Truth happens where they break up 'Because of the ladybug secret.' which had nothing to do with Adrien. (but Adrien was still in Marinette's head based on the pictures on her wall, that doesn't relate to the break up, I just want to point out that Luka saw this and like didn't even complain about it. dude wasn't even like bitter. I think he knows that Adrien is the reason him and Marinette are even together.)

If you cut Adrien from all of these situations, Marinette may have seen Luka as a cute guy, but she had no urgency to spend time with him in most situations. She probably wouldn't have even been looking for love. Or she probably would have fallen for chat noir (who is still Adrien, but for the sake of the case she doesn't know that). Because before chat blanc there was a LOT of opportunities for it to happen, and Marinette herself even admitted if Adrien wasn't in the picture she would have gone for him.

Luka was the safest bet to help her move on without the world ending.

Without Adrien, Luka and Marinette wouldn't have had those pivotal moments (Frozer, Desperada, Felix) where she sees Luka in a different light and goes to hang out with him actively. And Luka probably wouldn't have gotten to know marinette without marinette being more direct. Luka is pretty passive, just look at how he assures marinette he will be there if things don't work out with Adrien. Most guys that know the girl they are interested in is into someone else usually have a 'try to improve their relationship' action or a 'try to move on themselves' action. In a way Luka//nette wouldn't have happened without Adrien.

TLDR: There was no right time because Luka was not the right guy. Adrien was the right guy wrong time, which allowed Luka to be the wrong guy right time.

[unknowconcreteflower-art-blog-me]

Why Husker will be the driving force to save Angel Dust; Instagram deep-dive story! Angelhusk explained.

Okay full disclosure Hazbin Hotel is an adult cartoon has dark touchy subject matter so please tread carefully. This goes into shipper territory and I don’t want to get attack in my inbox about this or attacking each other too much shipping wars plus I’m a multi-shipper... But for the sake of this post it’s going to be all fuel Angelhusk (or Huskerdust), yes okay great thank you. This is a continuation of my previous post which was just a prequel to this one. I ended the post saying Husker will be the one to reach out to Angel and helping him. 

First I’ll be breaking down Husker’s first appearance and how his character is. When Alastor first summons him, he’s very pissed off when he’s pulled from the poker game. And he’s very quick show his anger, without fear despite Alastor being “one of the most powerful demons in Hell”, and does not care. Though this is a very short interaction we know that Husker does not put up with BS, he’s a drinker, and a poker player. How is this important to Angel Dust? Well Angel Dust, often hypes himself up but also tears himself down in the process, emphasizing that during the limo ride after being scolded by Vaggie that “his body is flawless, everybody wants a piece”... and thinks that’s all anybody wants from him. This is Angel’s way of protecting himself; he flirts with them first before they can hurt him, it’s just hidden with his confidence.

In reality he thinks everyone looks down on him, which is why he doesn’t accept help or confine in Charlie (like when he flipped her off )he isn’t taking a pity party. Angel hides his pain with vibrato and at the same time is too prideful to ask for help... he won’t admit when he’s in trouble. I explained this a little more in detail in my previous post why he thinks Charlie and Vaggie look down on him. But with Husker he in the same boat; using his addictions (gambling & drinking) to cope with his problems. Angel will be more incline to gravitate towards Husker and telling him his problems. I say this because it’s the same reason why Angel confines in Cherri, and is close with her. And unlike Charlie who can be naive at time ( don’t get me wrong I still love her), Husker will know when he’s over stepping his boundaries, and when to helping him since he’s going through something similar.

(Charlie wanting to help Angel but doesn’t know how...)

So all of you maybe wondering, how is Husker gonna help Angel dust then if he hides his problems like that. Vivziepop made Husker a poker-player for a reason, he knows how to tell if someone’s bluffing. And it’s already been established that Angel has a terrible poker face... so Angel can’t lie to Husker. This is why he was angry at Angel’s flirting when they first meet because he already sees through his facade, (plus he’s shy about it). He knows that he doesn’t really meant and he’s hiding something. His sense and observation skills are very necessary cause he can spot when Angel’s actually in trouble.

links to official instagrams below to follow the narrative: 

Angel’s instagram/Husker’s instagram/Nifty’s instagram/Sir Pentious’ instagram

This post starts the saga where Angel is waiting to be picked up at the studio. Saying “Waiting at the studio to...Be picked up for some fucking...Food.”, Val is quick comment on this saying “Forgot to pick you,lol.” and takes the chance to make him like an after thought and after Angel asks to be picked up again Val answer back “yeah but we are filming, I already ate.” just to rub it in. But that’s where Huskers intervenes and get Angel something to eat ,  and there’s a key detail here that it’s only Husker that comes to his aid. Now most of the main cast has an Instagram so you’d think they’d help him but they don’t... They all probably think he’s just being cute and sassy totally unaware of the Angel’s situation with Valentino, but we the audience know... (I’ll bring this point back later)

This one post is enough for Husker to be able see that Angel was really in trouble, which is why he goes out of his way to get him something to eat. And I would also like to point out after this post Husker starts following Angel’s instagram liking all his instagram posts. There’s more to this... keep in mind he starts following Angel after his posts about being tired and hungry. He’s not following him just because he has a “little crush” on Angel... he’s doing this because he wants to make sure Angel’s doing okay. He cares about Angel Dust well being and follows him to make sure doesn’t go hungry again. But during this time Angel isn’t aware of this... that Husker doing this out of worrying for Angel. I say this because right after Angel gets Husker tickets to his strip show, as “thank you” for the food. Showing that he trusts Husker but not entirely...

At this point Angel I don’t believe that he sees Husker’s actions as a gustier of genuine kindness towards him. No, he sees Husker as someone who just wants his body and this is just his way of getting towards that goal. Offering his services (or being flirty) is Angel way of not getting attach to someone (like I’ve said before): think of it as “ripping the band-aid quick off before it hurts more...”  it’s so he doesn’t get hurt again like with Valentino. I believe Val also managed manipulated Angel by doing nice things for him at first, like saying nice words or buying him nice gifts as means to just use him for his body (this is a real thing pimps do). And Angel thinks Husk is no different from the other guys who used him, that what everybody wants from him... he might as well give him what he wants. 

Night of the show rolls around and Husker misses it, kitty got too drunk... which we know takes place during the music video of Addict. In which we get another post about backs my statement the cast doesn’t know about Angel’s abuse. Nifty’s posts a pic, of Angel Dust looking sad after his show... saying “Saw Angel earlier, i hope he doesn’t leave the butts there 😅” Nifty wouldn’t have posted this if she knew what was going on. But Husker knows, that Angel’s depressed and feels bad about missing the show commenting “Oh fuck is that what I missed. Aw shit.” Feeling very guilty about missing Angels, usually Husk tends to hide his feelings but in this moment is very honest. Meaning he really did want to go to the show, not only that but realizes that Angel is actually upset. And he didn’t have to post this comment on Angel’s instagram but he had to he wanted to show that he was remorseful for not coming showing he is attracted to Angel Dust. 

This picks up to with a post with Husker saying “Ugh... Since I missed the show, @angie_fluffy_bootz is sayin I owe him one and is making me watch his fuckin pig... I ain’t a fuckin babysitter!” in which babysits Fat Nuggets, which means he went out of his way to say “ what can I do to make it up to you”, and the conversation after it is a major turning point in the relationship for them. In the comment section Husker complains that Fat Nuggets ate all the food at the bar and says he wants to be payed back. Angel’s offer to pay him pay with a “private show”, in the only way thing he thinks Husker wants (I mean that all anybody ever wants from him). He does this with his usually flirty response, but it’s very different (this is a cut version of the convo.):

Angel: “tell ya what I’ll pay ya back with another private show”

Husker: “...I’m not doing that.

Angel: that or nothing babe. I think it’s a good deal.

Husker:“Jesus fucking Christ...” 

Angel: Ugh. Fine I’ll quit it. Only if you join me for shakes.

Husker: Yeah okay I think I can do that. 

This is major turning point in their relationship; this conversation is very important. Like I said before this is just his way of ripping the band-aid but there’s a reason why he’s really pushing it this time. It’s because Angel knows that he’s starting to catching feelings for Husker. And he’s not sure if Husker wants his body or if really means it. And the matter of the situation is Husker’s feeling the same way. When Husker says “Jesus fucking Christ...” it’s his way of saying “For the last time I don’t want your body, I’m not playing this game”... Here’s the thing Husker believes he’s proven enough that he doesn’t see Angel as a sex object, he’s more tried of the facade than he is annoyed. He doesn’t want Angel Dust to be a “fuck buddy” to him...

And this is a major turning point in their relationship, Angel finally understands that Husker just wants to be there for him. This is why he offers to go out with shakes with him, and of course Husker denies it and says “it’s not a date...”, but we know Husker is happy, because he’s willing accept this as being payed back for the food fat nuggets are, to him this was enough. Needless to say to say it was very cute and I loved it. Not only that but Husker becomes more active on Instagram and low-key tries to flirt back to Angel in his own grumpy cat way. 

Try and tell me they aren’t flirting with each other!

A week after their date Angel Dust does a instagram post showing off his new outfit he got and Husker is quick to ask “why so many zippers”, he’s still too nervous to flirt directly Angel Dust responses with “More to pull down, respond...” Huskers clueless and responses with a “eh” still likes it anyway (the feelings are mutual now). And within the same week Husker posts his own selfie“ Wanted to wear a tie for once. 🥃”, posting one because of Angel. And this isn’t for nothing the pics clearly mirror each other (no pun intended). Just-wanted-to-wear-a-tie-for-once-my-foot ..he clearly did this to impress Angel with him asking “If he needs help with that tie...”, with Husker still being oblivious with the sexual reference but kitty’s still trying. 

This to me highlights why Angel is good for Husker (and vice-versa)... During his first appearance he comments “I lost the ability to love years ago...” and drinks down his booze. Which alludes to why he drinks because he feels lonely. Angel makes him active thus eliminating his reason to drink, as we can see through Husk trying things he hasn’t done before like wearing nice clothes. Now he didn’t have to but Husker pushed himself to be better. As for Angel it gives him a genuine romantic relationship that is centered by an emotional connection and not physically. Husker prioritizes Angels feelings and well-being first.

And for those of you that are confused with Huskers grumpy tendencies. In an interview Viviziepop has said about him is that he is a tsundere. Now a tsundere, it is a character the initially appearing as cold and hostile only to hide their true feelings. This is a troupe used  many times in animes (but if you are not familiar with the term or need an example of one Helga from Hey Arnold is a prime example of one).  His actions disregard his attitude towards Angel... Most of his grumpy responses to Angel are to hide his feelings for him and never used to cut down or degrade Angel Dust (like Val does). I will even argue that Husker is the total opposite of Valentino; Val uses flashiness and with sweet words to hide his heinous and vile intentions. While Husker seems hotheaded and temperamental initially his actions show he’s actually a very kind and caring individual and Angel defiantly sees that...

HUSKER MADE THE WALL!

Angel is special to Husker and he feels the same way... Now and is upper there with Fat Nuggets and Cherri Bomb. And of course Husker is embarrassed, realizing his pics there too saying “what the fuck!” but we know he’s happy. At this post we can assume that Husker is just as important to him as Cherri & Fat Nuggets is to him... and vice-versa. Which is why I believe that Husker will be the one Angel reaches out to first for help within the Hazbin Hotel. And I know some of you may not be convinced, that it’s just platonic or think that Husker just sees him as a friend, but as we know Husker is not a man of words... but a man of action! 

There is a key detail in this story that I’ve been keeping under-warps up until now, (and the reason why it took me so long to because once I found it piece of info; I had to change my original plans for this post). 

Remember how I said that the rest of the cast doesn’t know what’s going on with Val... and that Husker’s observation skills were going to be integral in helping save Angel. Well around the same time as the PJ pic... on Sir Pentious’ instagram he posts a pic of himself trying to make his minions look like Valentino and Vox: I wasn’t even trying to find this but low and behold guess who pops up in the comment section...

Now what does this post say to you. (Husker also liked the post too)

Now repeat after me...“You don’t hear shit about people unless you go looking for it.” ... HUSKER KNOWS!  My theory is that he’s been suspecting that there was something up with Val, ever since the pick-up post, so he’s been keep tabs on instagram Angel to make sure he was safe. And as time went on Angel became more precious to him and became more worried about him. And Husker not wanting to overstep his bounds by asking Angel directly, (because it’s none of his business but still super worried) so he goes around digging info on Valentino. SO then he probably knows that he abuses his workers.  

(Or Angel told him whats happening... I’m leaning towards that Husker did his own digging because narratively it would be too soon and we wouldn’t have a story to tell and would have told Charlie and the rest of the crew too already... Either way..)

Val sent him this, scumbag! And it only takes Husker seconds to defend him and makes sure Angel knows he’s not fat. (most recent post)

Husker has knows, he’s actively been looking into Valentino and the shit he’s done, because he wants to protect Angel Dust! And it’s evident now, he has been defending him on Instagram as well, now being in the know, Husker defending his boy! He is not afraid of Valentino and is not putting up with his BS for putting down Angel anymore... our boy Husker is watching you rat-man.

He maybe the only one who knows that Valentino is abusing Angel (or catching on to it). Which will lead Angel coming clean about how Valentino raped him... And at this point Angel trusts Husker so much that he maybe willing to listen to him when he says “Hey you need to tell someone” or “you need help” and Husker already knows Angel well enough to know how to help him without having Angel push him away. 

AND THAT is why I believe he will be the major driving force in saving Angel from the RAT-MAN (Val)... And we know Husker isn’t afraid of overlords; he’s gonna protect his boy. He is proven time and time again that he loves and cares for Angel Dust so much... and oh I’m gushing now.

AND LOOK HOW CUTE THEY ARE! I just want them to be happy, I want the best for our bois!

Thank you and I hope you all enjoyed the post (and please no shipping war in the comment section I don’t condone it whether you support it or not! Not fighting in the fandom)