#I think it’s the nose and curly hair that makes him so fun to doodle lol

[wingedqueenlynx]

The fact that Jeff Goldblum is the base of 89!Crane and you expect me not to draw him like this???

I am doing a public service lol

The Jeff refs lol:

[wellthebardsdead]

Did a doodle of my pretty tiefling twink and cleric of Selûne, Falûne. I forgot how much I enjoyed shading lips over doing an outline, his nose was fun too, its not the usual soft look I’d go for for a character like him but it’s a strong yet oddly romantic shape.

Curly White hair neatly tucked back, Big silvery white eyes, gold grafted horns, very pale pastel blue skin, always glossy and very kissable blue/grey lips, shorter than Astarion, heart shaped tail because he’s full of love.

He’s very kind, gentle, sheltered and naive. He left the safety of his cloister in baldurs gate to take up his studies at the now ruined chapel to Selûne near the now blighted village and immediately got kidnapped by absolute cultists. After escaping the nautiloid things continued to just go downhill for the poor thing. Everyone keeps bullying him and the pretty vampire keeps drinking his blood and corrupting his mind into indulging in sinful activities. Yes I made him specifically for ascended astarion to absolutely ruin him~

Relationships with others:

Shadowheart: low, she keeps bullying and threatening to hurt him for being a selûnite when he’s never said a thing remotely mean towards Shar. Has made him cry more than once.

Lae’zel: very high, she said she wanted to taste him and he got so frightened he fainted, he thought she wanted to eat him.

Gale: exceptional, when channeling the weave he thought about holding gales hand and having never had a crush before got so flustered he ran away in a panic. It took several hours for him to stop blushing.

Astarion: exceptional, Astarion clocked his gentle and naive nature from a mile away and manipulated him fully to his advantage, but then developed feelings for him, really, quickly and Falûne did so likewise. After luring him to a quiet place for some fun astarion so gently untied his collar and had a nibble while he made the cleric scream out his gods name for an entirely new meaning~ yes astarion holds him by his tail.

Wyll: very high, Wyll sees him as a best friend and a little brother figure.

Karlach: very high, sees him as an almost son like figure as well as a friend and wants to protect him. She calls him moonpie.

Halsin: High, he finds Falûne to be very good company and enjoys teaching him what he knows. Falûne on the other hand likes Halsin in his elf form, but is cripplingly terrified of his bear form and bears in general… they’re why his horns are grafted.

Minthara: Very high, after being rescued from moonrise her disposition towards him improved massively very fast and she found admiration in a surprising number of his aspects. Falûne however is extremely intimidated by her and her attempts at flirting scared him half to death.

Jaheira: high, she admires him but will rarely admit it. He keeps going despite his fear and keeps trying to do the right thing. She is keeping a firm eye on how astarion can easily sway him though. Falûne admires her likewise but Astarions convinced him she’s not as good a person as he thinks given shes threatened him repeatedly and drugged him.

Minsc: high, minsc thinks he’s adorable, so does boo. Falûne is often left too rattled by how loud and abrupt minsc is to walk away with any impression of him other than he’s nice and he’s loud. And boo is very cute.

Volo: dead, the whole group let him get killed for chasing Falûne with an ice pick.

Withers: very high, he admires Falûne and likewise Falûne admires him. They both enjoy tea and little sandwiches.

Raphael: high, it wasn’t hard for the devil to sway the poor cleric, especially since astarion wanted to make a deal. He’s still trying to convince him to join him and Harleep in the bedroom. Falûne is petrified at the mere thought of being around him because of how hard it is to say no to him.

[mmvalentine]

The Bargain Pt 7 | Feysand

Modern AU. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8

Rhys and Feyre sat on the sidewalk passing a tray of chips between them.

Rhys had woken up in a good mood. The two of them were meeting at the mural site, and on the way Rhys passed a cart selling hot chips and slices of sausage with a curry sauce. Not a conventional breakfast, but delicious.

Today, he was spending the day alone with Feyre, making a giant painting, and he that sounded like the best offer he'd had in a long time. In fact, they would be doing this for the next five days. He had whistled on the way there.

Feyre had turned up in these adorable little paint splattered overalls, with her hair piled up in a bun. Part of Rhys wished he was painting her today.

They were staring up at the wall where their mural was going to go, armed with an array of paint tins and aerosol cans and discussing how to start. On the one hand, when designing the piece they had taken turns and that had worked really well. On the other, it didn't make sense for only one of them to be working at a time. In the end, they decided they would lay down the base structure, and work from either end until they met in the middle.

When they finished their chips, Feyre got up and started pulling out reams of string and weights from her pocket to make a grid, the same way she always started. Then the wind picked up, blowing the string out of her hands and Feyre cursed.

"What are you doing?" Rhys asked her, the corner of his mouth lifting.

"Making the reference grid." Feyre looked at him. "Don't tell me you were just going to freehand the whole thing. Don't be a hero, Rhys."

Rhys laughed. "I was going to use a lazy grid. Use a gibberish reference instead of a grid, so you don't have to get the lines perfect."

"I don't know what a lazy grid is, but if it cuts out the straight lines, then be my guest."

Feyre put the string back in her pocket, while Rhys picked up a can of pink spray paint and gave it a shake. Then he walked up and down the wall, making big sweeping letters all over the white base.

Rhysand is a spectacular person. Rhysand is the most handsome mural artist.

"Hey," Feyre said. "What about me?"

Rhys didn't turn, just filled in the last section of the wall.

Feyre you look absolutely delicious today.

The wall now filled with pink squiggles, Rhys back down next to Feyre. Where she smacked him across the arm.

"Since when are you such an outrageous flirt?" she asked him. "I don't know," Rhys answered honestly. "I'm just in a really good mood today." He smiled broadly, and Feyre rolled her eyes at him. But he caught her grin before she turned her head away, and his day just kept getting better.

Rhys completed his lazy grid: took a photo of the wall, uploaded it onto his laptop and then overlaid their design onto the photo. Instead of having a square grid as a reference point, they could now see what parts of the design matched up to what curly letter on the wall, and plot the painting scaled up.

And then they started painting.

By the end of the first day, they got the outline and main structure filled in. Feyre used a broad brush for her half, but Rhys used a lot of spray paints to cover large sections. At one stage, he got so lost in the process, unused to having someone painting by his side, that he nearly forgot Feyre was there. Until he took a step back to check the image from a far, and realised that Feyre had painted Feyre is the most delightful mural artist along the bottom of the wall where his pink script hadn't reached.

On day two, it was Feyre who showed up with breakfast. Fresh pretzels and pastries filled with cherries, and more hot coffee. Rhys traded his aerosols for brushes and they began painting in broad sweeps of rainbow colours, in Feyre's style. He painted blues across the bottom, yellows in the top, and a stripe of green across Feyre's left ear. She shrieked and flicked purple right across his chest before she had realised what she had done, and then looked mortified.

"Rhys, your shirt, I'm so sorry," she had said. Rhys pretended to be outraged for a minute, and then swiped orange across her nose before running away from her and letting her chase him down the street before calling a truce. And leaving a handprint on her back for her to find later.

On the third day, Feyre brought a speaker and they had music to work to. They added shadows and depth, and the image started to come alive before them. A wave of summer rolling from left to right. And everyday Feyre and Rhys worked closer and closer until they met in the middle. They had been swapping which side they worked on, too, so that they could make sure it was nice and cohesive. Rhys started leaving tiny messages in the spaces he knew Feyre was going to paint over.

I like the colour you put here, he wrote in one section.

In another: This bit reminds me of picnics.

And then especially well-hidden: I never thought I'd see you again.

When Feyre found the last one, she said out loud, "Rhys you big baby you have me on Instagram, you can talk to me whenever you like."

"I couldn't," he said, "you were a client." "I'm not now," she retorted, "so you can."

And then she returned to her painting, leaving Rhys to wonder what he might text her if he did.

Day four was the day of details. They picked up smaller brushes, and picked out careful patterns, finer outlines, points of solid black and white. Highlights, dot work, and the points on curls and tendrils. When they reached the centre, and then crossed the road to see the full effect, neither Rhys not Feyre could tell which parts were theirs and which parts were the other's.

Rhys whistled, and flung his arm over Feyre's shoulders.

"I think we might be done, what do you reckon?" he asked her. "I think we might be done, too," Feyre agreed. "A day early. We should call Tarquin."

Suddenly, it hit home that if they were done, he'd have to go home and Feyre would a continent away.

"No," he said. "Tarquin's not expecting us to be finished until tomorrow afternoon. Let's just have fun tomorrow, take the day off and tell him it's done at the end of the day."

Feyre looked up at him from under his arm, squinting through one eye.

"Rhysand you diabolical thing," she said. Then she stuck her hand out. "You've got yourself a deal." They shook on it, and Rhys breathed a sigh of relief. He was sure he could make one day last a lifetime.

"Come on," she said. "We'll just sign our names on the bottom."

She picked up the brush and put her signature in the corner, and then handed the brush to Rhys. He squatted down where she had been, pushed up his sleeves, and scrawled his name in next to hers. Then looked up and grinned at her.

But she was staring at his hands with her jaw hanging open. His smiled faded, as he followed her eyes and saw what she was looking at. Not his hands. His arm.

And the coloured tattoos that he had inked there after she drew them on in sharpie at their last booking a year ago.

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Okay but lazy grid, or doodle grid method is so genius. I'm trying to write but my brain is mushy today so if you happen to be interested here's a great explanation video. Anyway I know I've slowed down a bit and I wandered off to make some Jurdan there, so thank you all for your patience.

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[squeakyrps]

how fred met diana || fred weasley

modern au, voldemortless au, fred x oc, 2k words

warnings: underage drinking, hints at drung use, alcohol, cursing

(an intro to my oc diana & how she and fred met, part of my inertia story, which can be read here) 

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George had been the one who introduced them. 

The twins had been looking for a source of alcohol that wouldn’t require paying the Ravenclaw fourth year ridiculously high prices for his muggle connections. They knew that the Slytherin kids were getting it from somewhere else, and Fred had been on a mission since day one to find out where that was. “It’s our sixth year, for God’s sake,” Fred had ranted to George during their second week back at school, “We can’t let those Slytherin creeps throw parties for the rest of our time at this stupid school.” George had agreed hastily, and the two of them spent the next few days reaching out to ever smuggler and gossiper they’d gotten to know over the past six years of causing mischief at this school, desperately trying to figure out where it was the stupid Slytherin house kept their alcohol supply. 

“They’re probably just rich,” Lee Jordan pointed out as Fred mumbled and groaned though his Charms homework on a Saturday night, “They probably can just afford to pay more than we do.” George shook his head at the idea. 

“It’s definitely coming from somewhere in the castle. That’s what Katie pointed out. The bottles are unlabeled.” 

Fred nodded frantically at his brother. 

“Yeah, yeah it’s definitely not muggle shit. I bet there’s some sort of secret wine cellar that only Slytherins know about.” 

“Ooh,” Lee Jordan paused, tapping his chin, “That would make a lot of sense.” “I bet they have access to a whole bunch of cool stuff we don’t know about.” George grumbled, and Fred huffed in agreement. 

And then one day George found Fred in the hallway, leaving class, and pulled him close as they walked together to DADA class. 

“I found someone,” He hissed in his brother’s ear, “Who knows where it’s coming from.” “No way,” Fred said excitedly, bumping into George’s shoulder, “That’s incredible.” “I’m meeting her after class. By the Hufflepuff common room.” George said quickly as they entered the classroom, and Lupin gently reminded them that they were already not allowed to sit with one another during class. Fred nodded as he took his seat on the far left of the room, George seated on the far right. 

Fred hadn’t really been sure what he was expecting, but this tiny American girl in front of him was certainly not it. She seemed sort of standoffish, with her long messy blonde hair hanging in front of her face, and her arms crossed over her huge beige sweater. 

“Crabbe and Goyle.” She said simply to the two of them. Fred had to hold himself back from mimicking her accent childishly.

“Who?” George questioned, leaning against the wall next to her. She barely blinked, simply flicking some hair away from her face in a bored, nonchalant manner. “They’re third years. Slytherins. My friend Elliot knows them- apparently they make moonshine in one of the boy’s bathrooms.” “Moonshine?” Fred repeated doubtfully, crossing his arms, giving his brother a pointed glance. To his surprise, the girl huffed in exasperation. 

“Yeah, moonshine. Like the shit they made during the 1920’s? Kind of funny how they’re using a nomaj recipe, but I guess it gets the job done. Shit’s good. Can I have my chocolate now?” 

George whipped a chocolate bar out of his pocket, and the girl went to grab for it, but he held it out of her reach. 

“How do we get the moonshine?” Fred said with a sigh when the girl gave them both a glare. 

“You ask them, obviously. They’re pretty happy to share. “ George frowned. “Are you sure? With Gryffindors? Seems unlikely.” She puffed her chest out a little. 

“Are you calling me a liar?” “Not a liar- just maybe a little ignorant on how things work here.” Fred said with a cheeky grin, and she rolled her eyes dramatically. 

“Well, they’re nice enough to me when I ask for some. I’m sure you guys could manage to strike up a fair deal.” George tutted. 

“We don’t make fair deals with Slytherins, love.” “Yeah, they’re our sworn enemy.” Fred added on in a defiant tone. The girl looked between the two of them with an incredulous expression, and then burst into a fit of giggles, and for the first time since he’d met her, Fred realized she was actually quite pretty. 

“That’s so dramatic. What is this, the 1740’s? They’re just some younger kids, ask them a little roughly and I’m sure they’d give you a bottle for free. You can find them shadowing that Malfoy kid.” 

“Malfoy?” George spat, and Fred snickered slightly. The girl looked a little taken aback at their reactions. 

“Yeah, Malfoy. That blonde guy? His hair is always like, way over done and-” “We know who Malfoy is.” Fred said gently. George folded his arms beside the girl, nodded silently. She glanced at where George held the chocolate bar sadly. 

“So just find Malfoy, and you find the guys, and then you can get your alc. Easy peasy. Can I please have that chocolate bar?” Her tone got a little whiny, and George handed it over with a great sigh. 

It had turned out that she was right, in a way. 

George and Fred managed to get their hands on some of the Slytherin moonshine, now that they knew what they were looking for and who to ask. Happy with their efforts, the twins didn’t think of the girl again until Fred found himself in the library on his own. He wasn’t there to actually do anything productive, obviously, but he’d just needed to be by himself for a little while. He had his big headphones on, the ones that indicated to anyone that knew him not to bother trying to talk- as Fred would just bluntly ignore them, when he was in this sort of mood. 

He was sitting at one of the tables in the far back,  doodling on a scrap piece of paper as the music blasted from his headphones, helping him keep his thoughts on track. And then he noticed some movement from the corner of his eye, and realized that the blonde girl had sat down a couple of seats down from him. She was joined by a taller girl with long, shiny black hair and soft features. The taller girl was giggling about something on her phone, and the blonde girl looked a little frustrated at the situation. Fred watched as the blonde sulked and pouted, much to her friend’s amusement. They both wore Hufflepuff colors, and Fred realized it hadn’t occurred to him that maybe that’s why it was so easy for the girl to be friends with a Slytherin. He looked hastily back at his notebook when he saw she was about to glance in his direction, and jumped when he realized another girl had sat down right next to him. He could hear that she was trying to say something, and he pulled his headphones down slightly, giving her a blank look. 

“Which one are you staring at?” The girl said in a cheeky whisper, resting her cheek in her hand. Her dark hair was cut into a messy short bob, and her nose was slightly crooked in the middle. 

“Uh- huh?” Fred said back lamely. She gestured to the two girls seated down the table. 

“Who were you looking at with that dopey expression?”

Fred felt his face turn bright red. 

“I wasn’t- I mean- I don’t know-” He stopped when she giggled, shaking her head. Then she stood up gracefully, and went to join the two girls, causing the blonde girl’s face to light up significantly. 

After then, Fred couldn’t get her out of his mind. He’d notice her everywhere- in the dining hall, at Quidditch matches, hanging around the hallways. After a while he found himself pausing in areas he’d seen her hang out around, keeping an eye out for her messy bed head hair. Her group of friends were usually loud, and hard to ignore, with cackling laughs and expressive exchanges. George noticed what was happening pretty quickly. 

“Her name’s Diana, by the way.” He said softly one day during study hall, after Fred caught his eyes slipping in her direction one too many times. 

“Huh?” 

“The American- her name’s Diana.” George reiterated patiently, as if speaking to a child. Fred looked down at his notes, shaking his head. 

“Okay? Why do I care?” “Uh- because you like her mate.” Lee Jordan piped up from in front of them. Fred let out a soft laugh. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Fred, we walked past the Hufflepuff common room twice today.” George pointed out. 

“So?” 

“We never walk past the Hufflepuff common room.” Lee Jordan nodded. 

“It’s pretty out of the way.” He added on. Fred looked between the boys impatiently. 

“I don’t even know her. How could I like someone I don’t even know.” George shrugged dismissively. 

When it was time for the Halloween dance, Fred had briefly considered asking Diana. The thought was gone as soon as it came, though, when Angelina walked into the Gryffindor common room, smiling her bright smile at him. They’d go as a group, she suggested to him and George, and they agreed without any fuss. The dance was fun, as they usually were, and they got pretty hammered thanks to the Slytherin moonshine. But Fred kept finding his eyes drawn to the blonde girl in the corner, giggling with her friends at something a taller, curly haired boy was saying. Eventually Fred was alone at the punch bowl, and the short haired girl was at his elbow again. 

“I’m Wilda, by the way.” She said a matter of factly, and Fred was confused as to why this younger girl was speaking to him. “-I’m best friends with Diana. Juliet,” She gestured to the taller girl standing beside Diana, who Fred noticed was now glancing at the two of them curiously, “-has also noticed you looking at us.” 

Fred’s palms got a little sweaty, but he kept his cool, giving the girl a teasing look. 

“You guys seem awfully excited that someone’s noticed your group of friends is super bloody loud.” She returned the teasing look, and Fred felt a little out of his element. 

“Not just somebody, Fred Weasley.” 

And then she walked away. 

By the time it was getting close to the holidays, Fred had managed to have a couple of passing conversations with Diana and her friends. They’d shown up at a party or two, mostly by chance, and there had been passing ‘hello’s. Fred learned her third friend was named Peaches, that they were all in Hufflepuff, that Diana used to date everyone’s plug, Judas Horn. 

“She’s sort of the reason he got into it,” Juliet had drunkenly hissed to Fred one night as he and George surveyed the party from one of the Ravenclaw couches, “But nobody’s supposed to know that.” Eventually, Fred found out from Diana’s friends that she was having a rough go of it, but that she never really talked about why. Peaches had told him between flirtatious quips at George that Diana really needed someone to take care of her right now, and that it would be ‘absolutely splendid’ if that person could be him. They had ran into one another at the Three Broomsticks one Saturday afternoon, while Diana was off hanging out with ‘some boys, doesn’t matter’, according to Juliet. 

“Maybe you guys could set me up with her, then.” Fred had suggested slyly, and George had clapped him on the back. 

“Yeah! Then maybe I could finally get my brother back, instead of this gross pining mess he’s been replaced with.” “We would love to set you up with Diana, Fred.” Wilda had said haughtily over her tea. 

“Oh, oh! We should make a groupchat!” Peaches had cried, clinging to George’s arm. He gave her an awkward smile and carefully took her hands off of him. 

“That’s a good idea.” He said, and Fred felt his face grow warm. “Wait- I meant that as a joke.” 

But Juliet was shaking her head, already tapping something into her phone. 

“Numbers, please.” She said quickly as she held her phone out to the two of them. Fred took it with hesitation, glancing at his brother, who looked more than happy at the prospect of finally getting some sort of movement in Fred’s love life.

[my-whumpy-little-heart]

Tumblr was fighting me on the reblog, so I just made a new post. Thank you so much to @spookyboywhump for tagging me in that picrew chain; I went a little overboard and had a lot of fun!

In order, these are Percival, Floyd, Llyr, Hugh, Ray, and Mabel all from my pirate universe. I’m going to go into a bit more detail under a cut because of course I am, you guys know me, so open that up if you want some excited appearance rambles!

Oh hello, welcome to the forbidden Keep Reading land! Glad to have you here. Just gonna do this list style before I start going wild with transitions or something dumb like that.

Percival - Ah, it’s been ages since we’ve seen this man, hasn’t it? If you’ve been around for a good long while, you might remember me doing a drawing of him and Floyd a while back, and details on both of their appearances have definitely shifted since then. This picrew is more accurate, especially in the hairstyle. The color should be warmer and have streaks of blond in it, but otherwise it definitely looks like him to me.

Some more details to note is that no picrew will ever get his eyes right. They should be lighter and lean a little more towards orange with yellow highlights that are especially prominent when he’s using magic. I’m not sure if he has his nose pierced in canon, but he does have his ears pierced and oh yeah those snake earrings were definitely used because of his reputation as The Serpent. And I love snakes a completely normal amount but that’s totally irrelevant definitely not a driving force what?

(fun side note: i was gonna give him the lemon background because he is a sucker for anything acidic and strong, hence his really weird obsession with vinegar that is the only thing he wants to tell  me about himself most days, but then this one looked really pretty so I kept it)

Floyd - We just saw him again if you’ve been keeping up with the Llyr and the Pirates storyline, though this picrew is based more off of his starring role and captivity in Persistence. He doesn’t have piercings in anything we’ve seen so far, but he will canonically get them at some point :D

Other than that, everything’s pretty straightforward. He’s got his collar from Percival, which is technically a more brownish leather and just a little thicker than that, and his eye color should be a little lighter, leaning towards blue-green. Oh, and I gave him a pass on my attempts at kinda realistic clothing because I thought that Floyd would absolutely love this shirt. A shame he isn’t in our time really... I think he would love a lot of funky patterns and stuff in modern fashion. aNYWAYS-

Llyr - My sealy son! I’ve really gotta see if there’s a seal picrew I could use to design his other form lol. But here’s what he’s meant to look like! I think this hairstyle was meant to be used as braids or dreadlocks, but it was the only messy looking one I could find. Because ever since Llyr turned human, his hair has been awfully maintained, and by that I mean Not At All it’s so tangled you couldn’t even pull a brush through it without a good amount of effort. But all the colors are correct here!

If I could very quickly point you in the direction of his cloak, that’s the closest I could get to the way he wears his seal skin when it’s not being taken away from him (*glares at the Offending Individual(s)*). He isn’t wearing a shirt under it because clothes are still super weird feeling to him, and he’d rather go with the bare minimum than feel fabric moving around and clinging to him all day. And he’s being assertive and indignant, because Of Course He Is.

Hugh - Aha, a design! A design for the largely descriptionless bastard man! The hair is pretty accurate for how he wears it currently, though he definitely prefers it shorter than that so it isn’t curling into his face all the time. The color should be darker, closer to a traditional brunette tone, and this picrew is so invalid only because I couldn’t give him the beard that was the only thing I pictured for so long. Hugh has a full chin beard that he also keeps fairly short, but he isn’t able to grow too much of a mustache so that stays as stubble on his upper lip. 

As for physique, he’s definitely a lot more muscley than this picrew allowed him to be. The outfit he has on is definitely close to something he got his first night on Gawain’s ship, though a little more tight fitting than it is in reality. Otherwise, I don’t have too much to say on him! Smarmy grin and half lidded eyes is his signature expression for harassing people, but those eyes open up to look a little more friendly most other times.

Ray - Ahhh my sunshine child, always trying his best! *stares at both of my story wips with him* He’s completely fine, both physically and emotionally! But I digress. Here’s Ray on a classic, happy day! This picrew did such a good job with his hair. Wavy, ending just above his shoulders, and sometimes tied up in a ponytail or bun. This honestly looks so accurate to him and I love it.

A note on his coat that also extends to Percival, this choice isn’t super accurate to his coat? Percival’s should be dark red/magenta and Ray’s should be more of a navy blue/green, and both of them should be more tailored, but these were the closest I could get them. My captains really like their fun coats (except Gawain. He likes to stick to protocol uniforms, which in the Law Abiding Business does not include a fun coat)

Mabel - Last, but certainly not least! Mabel is fantastic and this picrew fits her very very well. That shirt is definitely made of some softer flannel-ish material and she wears it on windier or brisker days. Those stripey shirts are some of her favorite patterns aside from No Pattern. 

Oh and her hair I really had a blast making here. It wasn’t working out at first because there aren’t a whole lot of options, but I thought to have her put it up and then include that little braid bit and with some curly bangs and little loose bits on the side it really came together! Yellow looked cute with her and I didn’t want the beautiful fruit backgrounds to go to waste, so I gave her some lemons because why not. 

Ah and one last note. The only reason y’all aren’t getting a Gawain picrew as well is because 1) even numbers,,,, good,,,,, and actually because 2) he looked absolutely cursed in this picrew and it didn’t represent him quite as well as I’d like. Maybe I’ll doodle him out sometime so you guys can see what he looks like....

Sooo.... yeah.... that was certainly. A Ramble. If you’re still here, I’m so very sorry. I’m going to go get something to eat now. Ah, and everyone I would have tagged has already taken care of this since I took all day, so anyone can go ahead if they’d like.

[vexie-chan]

Not Made to Last

Widojest drabble? Widojest drabble. I wanted to write something about the moment when Caleb draws the Jester Angel in the snow. May write more later but I’m living 3 lives right now and I wanted to doodle this like Caleb’s lil’ Jester Angel while it’s still relevant <3 

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               In Caleb’s mind, everything had been decided already. They are going back to Roshana where Caleb will go speak with the Vollstrecker in the dungeon again. He tunes the group’s chatter out as soon as he has a goal in mind. He takes out his chalk and begins drawing the teleportation circle, part of his mind already dedicated to planning what he’s going to say to her. As if he hasn’t been thinking about this since the moment they’d left the first time. (After he’d failed so completely to control himself—his old master would be so disappointed in him. His interrogation skills are so rusty now, his mind so easily distracted.)  He stops before adding the final few lines, looking up at the rest of the Nein. He takes the breath to ask whether they’re ready to go, but stops, the question falling dead on his lips.

               The group is standing around laughing. Nothing unusual about that. But it’s Jester who catches his eye. Jester is dancing as snow falls around her, glittering in the early morning sunlight. Tiny diamonds of snow are stuck in her hair and to her dark emerald cloak like thousands of tiny decorations. Her eyes are glittering like the snowflakes and she’s laughing—real laughter that reaches her whole face and every line of her body. She falls backward, sweeping her arms up and down in wide motions, her trailing sleeves making the design in the snow a little more chaotic than it usually would be. Caleb searches for the word for this activity in Common. Schneeengel. Snow Angel. Memories tug at Caleb’s mind—old memories from that forbidden time before.

               “Like this, Bren!” Una makes the motions, standing above him. Bren waves his arms and legs through the snow like a wild starfish. He doesn’t quite have the dexterity for the coordinated jumping-jack motion et. The snow manages to find its way down the back of his coat, leaving tingling paths down his neck and back.  

               “It’s cold, Mama!” he giggles. “Is it done?”  

               “Let’s see! Give me your hands so you don’t step in it,” Una says, leaning forward and reaching toward him. Bren reaches up and puts his small hands in hers. She swings him up and out of the dent he’d made in the snow, swaying him in the air a few times before setting him down next to her.

               “Good job! Look!” Una points, kneeling next to him. Bren follows her finger obediently. There is a small shape in the snow, as tall as a four-year-old boy, with a wide bell-shaped bottom and big wings out to each side.  

               “What is it, Mama?” Bren asks.

               “It’s your snow angel. Look, there are the wings and the dress as she floats through the air,” Una says, showing him. Bren wrinkles his nose.  

               “Why is it a girl angel? I’m a boy,” he says. “I should have a boy angel.”

               “Maybe it’s a robe, then,” Una amends.

               “Should I give him a halo?” Bren asks. “Don’t angels need halos?”  

               “Not always, but you can give him one if you’d like,” Una says.

               Bren carefully walks around the angel and draws a line over its head with his finger. He thinks for a moment, then leans forward and puts two dots for eyes on the face, and a wide, open mouth.

               “He’s happy because it’s snowing,” Bren explains.

               Una laughs. Bren runs back over to her, lifting his knees high to maneuver through the soft snow.

               “Now you make one!” Bren says. “Right next to mine!”

               Una agrees. She falls backward into the snow, laughing as she moves her arms and legs. She lets Bren draw the face and halo on her angel, too. They step back and admire the two angels, big and small.

               “What do snow angels do, mama?” Bren asks.

               “They’re windows so our guardian angels can watch over us. They can peek through and we can peek back. This way we can feel a little closer to them,” Una says.

               “Does everybody have a guardian angel?” Bren asks.

               “Of course. As long as you’re very good, your guardian angel will always watch over you,” Una says, hugging him.

               For the next few days, Bren goes out to talk to his angel. Just to make sure his angel knows all about him. He even introduces his angel to Frumpkin, who is less than pleased with the encounter, dashing off into the woods as quickly as possible.

               One morning, Bren wakes up to find a fresh blanket of snow on the ground. The snow angels are gone, erased by the new snowfall. Una finds him sitting in the window, big tears rolling down his cheeks.

               “What’s wrong, my heart?” she asks, sitting on the edge of the windowsill next to him.

               “My angel is gone. Now I can’t talk to him anymore,” Bren sniffles, looking up at her. Una frowns, confused, until she glances out the window to see the freshly fallen snow. She smiles and pulls her boy into her lap, wrapping her arms around him.

               “Just because you can’t see him anymore doesn’t mean he’s not there. Papa’s not gone forever when he’s on patrol, is he?” Una asks.

               “No, he’s busy protecting us,” Bren says, wiping at his eyes.  

               “That’s right! And just like Papa will come home soon, we can go out after breakfast and make new angels in the snow,” Una say soothingly. “Snow angels aren’t made to last. They always vanish, but we can always make them again.”

               “What if the snow melts and it never snows again?” Bren asks. Una brushes his curly hair away from his forehead and plants a kiss there.

               “Then you’ll have to believe your angel is still there anyway, and remember all the fun you had together this winter,” she says. “Just because things only last a little while doesn’t make them any less grand.”

               Bren makes many snow angels that winter. He makes his mother make them with him as often as he can. It becomes his favorite winter activity that year.

               Caleb blinks several times, a hand over his heart. He’d forgotten. He’d been so very young when he’d made snow angels with his mother. It had been a fleeting belief, but for that one winter, he’d dreamt of shining angels singing and protecting him and his family every night. By the next winter, he was big enough to ride a sled on his own and snow angels were all but forgotten. He looks at Jester again, laughing as she makes angel after angel, connecting them as if they’re holding hands. His mother’s voice echoes in his mind, rich with laughter as they’d played together in the snow.

               As long as you’re very good, your guardian angel will always watch over you.

               If that is truly the case, Caleb’s angel is long gone. No one is there to watch over him but himself. Not that he believes in such things anymore. He has not made a snow angel in a very long time.

               Watching Jester, Caleb almost wants to make one now. She has that effect on him—on everyone around her, really. She has the most peculiar power to make everyone stop and see the fun and wonder in the world. How many times has she stopped their travels to point out the shape of a tree or a rock? How many times has she traced out entire stories in the stars during late night watches, making up her own constellations, even after Caleb had offered to teach her the widely accepted ones? Everyone in the party has become so attuned to this that “Dick Cloud” is now an unspoken traveling game. They don’t even have to say it anymore—someone will point and everyone else looks automatically. Jester has taught them to see things everywhere, to laugh at everything.

               Because of Jester, they—no, he has learned to see things in the world again. He sees fun things. He sees pretty things. He has learned to laugh again. It still surprises him when it happens, but it gets a little easier every day.

               He hadn’t thought it were possible. But more and more he finds himself laughing when she tells jokes. He smiles at the little drawings and messages she leaves him if he leaves his books on the table. Sometimes he leaves his books out just to tempt her, leaving a note on the page along the vein of “I hope Jester does not mark on this page” for her to find only to be rewarded with an answer of “Jester would never ever do that! She is too good and cute!” with a little Jester cartoon blowing him a kiss or doing something equally as silly. He treasures all of them. Jester’s doodles in his books have gotten him through many drudging nights of study.

               Caleb may not have a guardian angel anymore, but he does have a little blue tiefling watching over him, smiling and inviting him to come and play.

               He starts to stand but stops. Jester is still laughing and playing in the snow, but for the first time, Caleb notices where the snow is coming from. Fjord is summoning his sword, brandishing it in a huge arc to throw snow out over the ground and sending it away in another gust of snow. He’s laughing too, an open, relieved laugh. His eyes never leave Jester. He aims the arcs of fresh, clean snow in the easiest place for Jester to fall next. He’s making a winter wonderland for her, his face warm and gentle as he works.

               Caleb sits back on his heels. He may have Jester, but Jester has Fjord watching over her. Not him. He is glad for her, he supposes. Those days on the sea were hard for her, with Fjord growing cold and distant (with and without Avantika). There had been times where Caleb had wanted to shake him for what he was doing to Jester. Had he been a different kind of man, he likely would have. Instead, he let Jester play with Frumpkin and tell him her woes, quietly seething in the belly of their ship. Lately, though, Fjord and Jester’s relationship seems to have improved. It’s good for the both of them, Caleb thinks, watching the soft smile on Fjord’s face. Fjord needs someone loving like Jester, and Jester needs someone heroic like Fjord. It’s very good.  

                Then why does it feel so wrong? A small, rebellious part of him asks. A part he tries to ignore. Seeing Fjord and Jester playing together like this makes his heart sink. He hates it. He hates knowing what it means. At least with Fjord and Jester’s relationship improving, he doesn’t have to worry about all the what ifs that have been plaguing him lately. For just a moment, he’d dared to dream a little bit. No matter whether he should, he couldn’t help it. He’d closed his eyes and thought of a future full of blue skin and violet eyes. But now, he can put his what-ifs away. It’s better that way. She’ll be happier with Fjord and that’s all Caleb wants for her. So long as she’s happy…

               Caleb’s eyes stray back to Jester. He picks up a piece of his chalk and draws a little blue angel on the stone near the teleportation circle—not near enough to confuse the magic. He’s no artist—not like her. But his hand is steady and precise—it has to be for the magic symbols he’s learned. He draws her like a snow angel with a little triangle body and big arcing wings. He doesn’t give her a halo like the one in his memory. Instead, he draws little curlicue horns on either side of her head and a little tail peeking out from behind the bell-shaped dress. But her mouth is still wide and laughing just like all those years ago. Maybe he’d had a premonition, when he was a boy, that the one looking out for him would be laughing like that.

               “Hmm.” The noise makes him jump. Caleb looks up guiltily. Beau glances down at the drawing at up at Caleb. She raises her eyebrows in a silent question. He can almost hear her—

               You wanna talk about it?

               Caleb shakes his head quickly, feeling the blush rise to his cheeks. He tries to erase the chalk drawing, but only manages to smudge it a little. Beau’s smirk widens, though her face isn’t unkind. He knows her well enough by now to know the difference. He shoots her a glare.

               Don’t say anything.

               Beau tilts her head to one side in confusion, though her eyes dance with mischief. Caleb had never had a younger sister, but he imagines that this is what it would have been like. He tries to glare harder. Beau holds her stare for a moment longer, then gives him a tiny nod, turning her attention back to the group.

               A few minutes later, they’re ready to go. Caleb finishes the last few lines on his transportation circle and herds the group through. If he rushes them quicker than usual so they don’t have time to notice his little drawing, they don’t seem to notice.  

               He glances at the hillside one last time, where dozens of Jester-angels are left in the snow. Just before he steps through, a light snowfall begins, soon to erase them all. After all her work and all of the fun and joy they’d brought, they’ll have gone without a trace, hidden under the snow. No one will ever see them. And no one will ever see the small blue angel, drawn in a crude, mathematically trained hand on the stone.

               Caleb steps through the circle and the snow angels are gone.

[citrinediamondeyes]

A Beautiful Mess: Chapter One (My Hero Academia)

Here is my chapter story I’ve been working on! Hope you enjoy! 

Summary: Izuku Midoriya finds himself in detention, of all places. There, he meets an interesting girl with a cute smile and a tough exterior. She offers to teach him how to fend for himself, and with her help, he starts to realize that maybe he isn't useless after all... [Quirkless AU]

Rating: M 

TW: Depression, Anxiety, Mentioned/Implied Self-Harm, Mentioned/Implied Childhood Abuse, Severe Bullying, Childhood Trauma, Scars 

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugo Katsuki, Uraraka Ochaco, Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Asui Tsuyu, Yagi Toshinori/All Might, etc. 

Pairings: Izuocha (slow burn)

Links:  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13594271/1/A-Beautiful-Mess https://archiveofourown.org/works/24204889

"Just in time, Midoriya," Mr. Aizawa droned, looking up from his roll call list.

Izuku, his face beet red as everyone's eyes rested on him, plunked down in the seat closest to him. Imagine being late for detention. He was already enough of a failure as it was...

"Bakugo, Katsuki."

Izuku heard a growl from the back of the room, and shivers went up his spine.

"I'll take that as a 'here'. Midoriya, Izuku."

"Here," Izuku whispered.

"Uraraka, Ochaco."

"Here."

Oh. There was a girl sitting next to Izuku! Or, well, Izuku sat next to her. Izuku peeked out from under his curly green-black hair, and he only caught a glimpse of auburn hair before his attention was brought back to the front.

"Now, I don't really care what you do for an hour. Just don't leave the room and don't disturb me."

Izuku and the rest of the students looked on in curiosity as Mr. Aizawa brought out a sleep mask and tipped his chair back, planting his crossed ankles on the desk.

Izuku blinked for a solid five seconds, trying to make sense of what he was seeing, before giving up and grabbing his homework out of his bag. Might as well get started on this mountain of homework...

He tried to focus on his Calculus - he really did, but he could feel Kacchan's eyes on him from the back of the room. To calm down, he started doodling on the side of his assignment, stark black lines against his messy scrawl. He directed his thoughts to making the lines smooth and the strokes confident, even though he himself was not. Still though, his hands were trembling, and his pencil slipped in his sweaty grip. It rolled onto the floor next to the girl's foot, and he paused for a moment, fear making his mind irrational and paralyzed. The girl - whose name was Ochaco, Izuku remembered distantly - swooped down and picked up the pencil casually, leaning over to give it to him.

"Oooh, is that All Might?" she asked in a hushed voice. Izuku flinched before nodding as his left hand went to the back of his neck nervously. He glanced at Ochaco quickly, taking her in. Her caramel brown eyes were wide with interest and framed with dark lashes, and her thin lips were pulled into a small but genuine smile. She had rosy cheeks that didn't look like makeup, and her choppy bangs suggested a self-done job. She had a small silver hoop through the left side of her nose and metal piercings going up her right ear that glinted in the sunlight from the far windows. Her leather jacket was worn through at the elbows, cuffs, and collar, and her fishnet-and-combat-boot combo made Izuku mentally flush.

Oh no. She's cute. And kind of... intimidating?

His eyes trailed down to the hand that was still offering his pencil. Her hands were small and delicate-looking, with small silvery scars running across the top. Her fingertips were scarred pink.

Izuku gulped quietly and looked back at Ochaco's face, hoping she didn't notice him blatantly staring at her. She was looking at him, too, an unrecognizable look on her face, (Did she notice the scars on his arm? She had to have noticed his bruised eye...) but it didn't make Izuku feel threatened or self-conscious like it normally would have. Instead, he felt a strange kinship to this girl with the scarred hands. He slowly reached out and tugged his pencil out of her grip, giving her a small smile.

"T-thanks."

She blinked dazedly before smiling brightly, her eyes resting on his. Izuku's stomach swooped - that grin was directed at him?

"No problem. But yeah, that drawing is really good! So you're an artist?"

"Oh, I mean, I wouldn't say that," he chuckled nervously. He remembered that she recognized his drawing, though, and latched onto that. "Y-you know who All Might is?"

"Yeah, my friends and I play his video games! They're really fun - especially the one where he goes into space?" Her eyes lit up, and Izuku found himself smiling along with her, feeling more comfortable by the second.

"Yeah, that one has great graphics. I love his teammates' powers, too! Thirteen's Black Hole is so powerful!" Izuku exclaimed, tapping his eraser on the desk mindlessly.

"Oh my gosh, Thirteen is my favorite!" she declared, still keeping her voice low while pressing her hands to her chest passionately. "I just know she would beat even All Might in a fight."

"No way," Izuku snickered quietly. "That's why he is called All Might. He is 'all mighty'."

He had no idea where this bravery was coming from to tease this enigma of a girl, but seeing the competitive spark in her eyes was worth it.

"All he does is punch stuff and tackle things with brute force. Thirteen, while a more defensive hero, takes more strategy to play. Her intelligence would beat out his brawn any day. And besides, ya can't out-punch somethin' that is pullin' ya inwards!" Ochaco finished excitedly, her tongue sticking out.

Oh gods, did an accent come out during that last bit? So cute.

Izuku's face took on a look of determination - sure, this girl might be attractive, but he had to defend his favorite hero All Might!

"See, now that's where you're wrong. All Might doesn't just 'punch stuff', he can use his moves to cause the air to move around him. This can be done in precise kicks or powerful punches. When playing him, you have to use his power in different percentages to make sure not to harm any bystanders and cause the least amount of damage to the environment. He is always calculating. Also, if you noticed, every time he goes into battle, he says his catchphrase, 'I am here!' He recognizes how important it is to be a symbol of hope for the people. I recognize this is a game and not reality, but this was done on purpose. All Might knows what he is doing. I think - "

Ochaco cut him off with laughter, and Izuku froze, feeling shame wash over him. Ah, he did it again. He got weird and did a mutter-storm.  She probably thought he was a total loser. He felt his head droop, and he whispered out, "S-sorry."

Her giggles abruptly stopped, and he felt her eyes on him for a second before she leaned closer over the aisle and spoke in a low, soothing voice. "Hey, no, I'm the one who's sorry. I was just laughing because you really know your stuff, and you were talking so fast, and it just really surprised me!" She smiled sadly and looked like she was about to touch his arm but instead fiddled with her long side bangs. "It wasn't my intention to make you feel bad for liking something."

She was apologizing to him, the massive screw-up?

Embarrassingly, Izuku felt his eyes swell with tears, and he turned away, wiping them back quickly. He swiveled back to face her and gave her a wobbly smile. "T-thanks," he said gratefully, his voice quiet.

She smiled again, this time a soft one, before turning back to his math homework. "Hah, isn't this for Mr. Ecto's class?"

"Y-yeah. Probably will need to redo it now."

"I always have the worst time in that class," she grumbled, her lips going into a slight pout, and Izuku felt his cheeks getting pink.

"What's wrong? Maybe I could... help?" Izuku asked, wincing at the end. He didn't want to sound presumptuous, but math was his best subject...

She lit up again. "Really? That'd be great. I'd been going to Momo for help, but she's been nagging me lately. Something about her not wanting to condone me 'breaking rules'. She's a good pal, but it's been annoying to say the least," Ochaco blew some hair out of her face while giving Izuku a silly smile.

"B-breaking rules?" Izuku asked curiously, before realizing that might've been rude and going red.

"Yeah. I mean, how'd ya think I ended up here?" Ochaco giggled, pulling out her math homework and laying it out on her desk. She scooted her desk closer to him and pointed with her own mechanical pencil at a few circled problems.

"These are the ones that are just killing me."

"Okay, let's see what we can do," Izuku cracked his knuckles, feeling more in his element, and leaned over to start reading the problems.

The hour passed by quickly, with Izuku and Ochaco muttering and quietly discussing Calculus. As Mr. Aizawa's phone alarm went off, the two were packing away their books and discussing the current All Might and Nighteye comics.

"To be honest, I think Nighteye is going to confess his love for All Might," Ochaco confided, making Izuku choke on a laugh.

"E-EHH?"

Before Ochaco could respond, Mr. Aizawa stood up and threaded a hand through his long, dark hair, yawning. "Alright kids, good job at keeping it down and civil. Some of you, I'll see tomorrow, like usual." He looked pointedly at Ochaco, and she smirked, waving her scarred fingers.

Geez, what did she do to get so much detention?

Izuku was so focused on this exchange that he didn't notice someone coming up behind him until it was too late.

"You're in my way, nerd," Katsuki growled, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"Ah, sorry, Kacchan," Izuku whimpered, losing all confidence and shrinking into himself as he practically scuttled out of the way of the blonde boy. He felt Ochaco's gaze on him and felt ashamed, but, well, it was better for her to see him for who he truly was before he got too attached, anyways.

"Why not just go around him?"

Izuku's eyes widened, and he glanced at Ochaco in horror.

"You got something to say?" Katsuki turned his attention to the girl, who was staring at him like he was something she stepped in with her boot.

"You heard me. There are plenty of other ways to get to the door. You actually had to go out of your way to go up the aisle to pass by his desk," Ochaco explained, all previous warmth in her voice gone.

Katsuki's left eye twitched for a second, before he rushed over to her and stood in her space, looming over her. She met his gaze fearlessly.

"I'd be careful what I'd say, Round Face."

"Oh no, I'm so scared of a stereotypical guy with anger issues," Ochaco droned, her brown gaze almost looking bored. As Katsuki seethed, she scoffed. "See, you aren't going to do anything." She looked at Izuku, her eyes softening slightly. "Let's go."

Startled that she wanted to go anywhere with him and eager to get out of the tension, he hurriedly grabbed his backpack and scrambled to get out the door.

"Wait, just a minute, Deku," Katsuki grabbed at Izuku's shoulder, his grip making Izuku wince.

"You might be able to hide behind Uraraka right now, but just know there's nothing you can do to stop me from kicking your ass the next time you are alone," Katsuki threatened, his voice low and truly angry.

"Alright, that's enough. Geez, kids these days are so dramatic," Mr. Aizawa said tiredly, pinching the area between his eyes. "Just go home, all of you, and for god's sake just leave each other alone."

Izuku wanted to scream out that it wasn't just dramatics, but pure fear kept his mouth shut as he robotically walked to the door. Katsuki grinned and ran a finger across his throat before walking in the opposite direction down the hallway. Ochaco grabbed his arm and tugged him down the hallway, releasing him after a moment. They walked in silence for a few seconds, reaching the outdoors before she cleared her throat.

"So, uh... that guy has some issues," she noted, kicking a pebble in the walkway.

Izuku could only shrug, his ears burning. At her questioning look, he looked away before explaining, "Kacchan is... complicated."

"Hah, that's a word for it..." she muttered. They let silence fill the space between them again.

"So, your name is Deku?"

"E-eh? N-no." Izuku looked at his feet, surprised he could feel even more shame than he was already feeling. "Deku is what Kacchan calls me to make fun of me. 'Defenseless Izuku.'"

"Oh," Ochaco said, and she almost sounded disappointed. "It just sounded like a nice name for you. Kind of like 'I can do it!', ya know?"

"O-oh." His face flushed pink. "D-Deku it is!"

"I can do it", huh?

"D'ya think he was really serious about beating ya up?" Ochaco's voice was light, but her face was serious.

Izuku laughed bitterly. "How do you think I got this?" He gestured at the shiner surrounding his left eye. "That's why I was in detention, after all."

Ochaco nodded grimly, saying nothing. Izuku wondered vaguely how long she was going to walk with him.

"Tell ya what. Let's make a deal. You help me with my math, and I'll teach ya how to fight!" Ochaco's hands where balled into fists, and her eyes were bright.

At this, Izuku looked up at her in shock. "EH?"

"Yeah! Come on. Notice how Katsuki didn't want to mess with me? It's because he knows I can hold my own. I'll teach you how to defend yourself, although it might not be street legal," she teased, "and you can teach me the difference between differentials and integrals!"

Izuku stared at her wordlessly. This tiny girl, who admittedly dressed like a punk rocker but was as bubbly and friendly as the day was long, knew how to fight - and in ways that weren't street legal???

She nudged him playfully with her black bookbag. The various pins on it jingled and clicked against each other. "So, whaddya say?"

He stopped walking to actually ponder her proposition. When he was honest with himself, he recognized that he couldn't live like this anymore. Dodging Katsuki day in and day out, being scared of even breathing the wrong way, lying to his mother and friends about being okay, hiding his scars underneath sweltering hoodies - it was exhausting. He didn't even know who he was anymore, besides a timid artist with a slight All Might video game obsession.

He wanted more. He now realized he might have that opportunity, or a chance at one, thanks to Ochaco's offer.

He looked up and met her slightly nervous gaze with a determined grin. "Let's do it."

[my-creative-hell]

Firt day (Grave child au)

“Sweetie…” Iden sits gently on Grave’s bed, softly placing a finger on her nose as he hushes his voice to not scare her.

“Mmm… not here.” Grave protests, her voice and slanted smile sleepy on her face as she shifts.

“But if you aren’t here you cant go to school and learn and make friend…” Iden smiles as he encourages Grave to get up.

“…Okay, I’m here.” Grave relents, opening her eyes as she giggles, feeling sleepy and happy.

“That’s good! You excited for your first day of school?” Iden questions, smiling as he helps Grave sit up in bed, making her wake up more.

“Yeah! Gon meet people and do things.” Grave smiles happily, Iden returning it with a smile of his own.

“Exactly!” He agrees with Grave. “Do you know what you wanna wear?” Iden asks, his face curious.

“Mmm… different pyjamas.” Grave explains, giggling at her own joke a she speaks, voice light and happy.

“Mhm, don’t know if they’ll let you wear pyjamas kiddo.” Iden explains, smiling warmly at Grave.

“D… dad shit and… yes.” Grave elaborates, her brain lagging slightly behind her as she wakes up, Iden laughing as he gently picks her up from the bed.

“You want a big dad shit hm?” Iden clarifies, looking down at Grave as he holds her carefully.

“Yes!” Grave exclaims, her brain catching up to her now as she wakes up fully, looking happy and excited.

“Okay, well you get changed and I’ll make some breakfast before we go, okay?” Iden smiles as he puts Grave down gently.

“Sounds good!” Grave smiles as she gently presses their foreheads together, Iden smiling as he leaves the room. He heads downstairs, Grave able to hear Misty running around in the kitchen as he prepares food for her.

Grave changes quickly, brushing her teeth and making sure she looks presentable before going downstairs, running down the stairs happily into the kitchen.

“Eat your breakfast and then we’ll be off, I packed your bag for you last night so that’s all done.” Iden explains as Grave sits down, placing a plate of toast and eggs in front of her as he feeds Misty, preparing himself a cup of coffee.

“Okay!” Grave happily digs into her food as Iden smiles, finishing his coffee quickly as he walks away, getting out their shoes and coats for when they leave.

“Food is dead now, I killed it.” Grave makes a silly joke as she finishes her breakfast, getting up from the table.

“Its very dead, well done.” Iden laughs at her joke. “You ready?” He questions, putting his coat on.

“Yeah!” Grave grabs her own shoes and coat, putting them on swiftly as she picks up her bag.

“Okay lets get you in the car and then I have something we need to walk about on the way, okay?” Iden opens the front door for Grave as he speaks.

“Okay!” Grave blows a kiss to Misty as she leaves, Iden following behind her, locking the door before moving to the car and opening it for Grave, getting behind the wheel.

Grave gets in beside him, buckling herself in as she smiles up at him, watching him do the same before he begins driving them.

“So… we gotta have a chat sweetie. Its kinda important.” Iden explains, his tone more serious than it was before.

“Okay! What is it?” Grave questions, listening to Iden intently as he thinks through what to say next.

“We both know you have… abilities. Amazing abilities you should be proud of. But… they shouldn’t be shown to anyone, do you understand that?” Iden begins to explain, voice serious and calm.

“Yes, sir.” Grave’s voice is quieter as she responds politely, taking in the words said by Iden.

“Other people might not understand the things you can do. I don’t want anyone trying to hurt you.” Iden explains, voicing his concerns as he smiles gently.

“That makes sense.” Grave bounces slightly in her seat as she gets excited, agreeing with Iden happily.

“Just be aware, but don’t let it stop you from making some friends, okay?” Iden smiles gently as he drives, looking at Grave for a moment.

“Okay!” Grave bounces in her seat happily as Iden pulls up outside the school, stopping the car.

“Now, go in there and have some fun!” Iden smiles warmly as he looks at the school in front of them.

“Bye, I love you!” Grave plants a soft kiss on Iden’s face before running quickly out of the car, being aware not to use her powers as Iden drives away. The classroom is easy for her to locate, clearly labelled as she walks down the hall.

Grave enters the classroom quietly, a large smile on her face, feeling happy. The classroom is empty, aside from the teacher, who sits quietly at her desk.

“Grave?” The teacher notices Grave, getting up from her desk to go and speak with her.

“Hi!” Grave exclaims, her face happy as she bounces slightly on the floor in excitement.

“Its very nice to meet you! I’m Mrs Jewell, and I’ll be your teacher from now on.” She explains, smiling gently as Grave giggles.

“That’s good!!” Grave plays with her fingers as she looks at the empty classroom. “Where’s everyone else?” She questions quietly.

“They aren’t quite here yet, you’re a bit early.” Mrs Jewell explains, her face gentle. “But you can wait with me for a but and we’ll sort some things out before class starts.” She offers.

“Sounds fun.” Grave’s feet tap happily against the floor as she speaks, smiling widely. Her smile is returned as Jewell leads her to the teacher’s desk, sitting down.

“So, you are entering the year a little late, so we will accommodate for that in the coming lessons with some extra work for you to do at home.” She explains. “Bur I’m sure you will get on just fine, you seem like a very intelligent girl.” Jewell compliments Grave, her expression warm and open.

“Thank you!” Grave smiles, trying her hardest not to let her cheeks glow out of happiness as Mrs Jewell returns the smile.

“That’s okay kiddo. Okay, so we only have one free seat in the class right now, and that’s at the back with another female student, who you will get to meet.” She explains, looking at Grave.

“Who is it?” Grave questions, curious and excited as her feet tap against the floor more.

“Her name is Rose and she normally gets in a little early, so I’m sure you’ll see her soon if you wanna go and set up at the desk.” Jewell explains, pointing the back corner desk out to Grave.

Grave complies, walking to the desk as she smiles. She sits down as she begins to set up her materials. Rose enters the classroom after a few minutes, her curly hair tied up in pigtails. A galaxy hoodie is hanging over her torso, a black skirt and space leggings on her legs as she walks over to the desk, freezing slightly when she see’s Grave.

“Hello!” Grace smiles, waving happily as she see’s Rose. Her voice is quiet despite the obvious excitement on her face as she speaks, radiating off of her.

“H-Hi…” Rose replies quietly, sitting down next to Grave at the desk. “You’re from the bakery, right?” She clarifies, looking at Grave curiously.

“Yeah! Its nice to see you again.” Grave’s feet tap happily as she confirms Rose’s suspicions.

“I-Its nice to see you too…” Rose smiles, feeling calmer as she looks at Grave. “You’re joining this class?” She continues softly.

“Mhm!” Grave exclaims, playing with her shirt absentmindedly, feeling happy as she looks at Rose.

“Did Mrs Jewell tell you what we’re doing today?” Rose questions, pulling out a container of coloured pencils from her bag, placing it on the table carefully.

“Uh… no, I don’t think so.” Grave thinks for a moment, trying to remember as she speaks to Rose, who smiles as she opens the container of pencils.

“We’re doing a drawing and colouring session first! Then we have some English and PE… and some other stuff.” Rose explains as she sets up her side of the desk.

“Oh!!!” Grave looks happy at her explanation, pulling out her own pencils as she tries to prevent her cheeks from glowing happily.

Rose smiles as the rest of the class begins filing into the room. Jewell takes the attendance quickly, everyone answering swiftly before the lesson begins, the class being handed colouring sheets to complete.

Grave starts on her work happily, going into autopilot as she colours in her sheets. Rose colours beside her, finishing faster than the rest of the class. As she waits for the nest lesson to begin, she begins colouring in the blank areas on the sheets, filling them with galaxies and stars.

“That looks pretty.” Grave comes out of autopilot to compliment Rose’s work, observing the galaxies as she smiles, Rose looking surprised for a moment at the words.

“Y-Yeah, sorry. I’m just doodling random stuff…” She justifies quietly, smiling nervously.

“You don’t have to be sorry! Random stuff is cool.” Grave explains, her feet tapping slightly as she continues colouring, staying alert in case Rose wants to talk.

“D-Do you like space?” Rose questions as she continues colouring, a tentative smile on her face.

“Yeah!” Grave smiles happily as her brain whirs ahead of her, thinking of ideas to come as Rose light up in front of her.

“Me too! Its like my favourite thing!” Rose exclaims, smiling brightly as she gets more excited. Grave blushes slightly as she watches Rose light up, her heart feeling strange as she forgets to say anything in response. Rose bites her fingers gently as she continues talking, eyes bright.

“I-I-I read a book that said the moon doesn’t actually light up, its reflecting sunlight! I thought that was so cool…” Rose rambles excitedly as Grave watches her, her cheeks glowing slightly as she listens, not even drawing any more as she focuses on Rose, smiling.

“I also learned that some stars are so old that by the time we see them, they’re already dead! That’s so weird and cool…” Rose smiles as the class transitions into English, Rose hushing her voice as she speaks.

“I think you’re cool… almost as cool as space…” Grave replies quietly, smiling as Rose looks at her.

“T-Thank you… I think you’re cool too.” Rose returns the sentiment genuinely, smiling sweetly as Grave blushes, smiling more.

“Aw, thanks!” Grave giggles quietly as the class continues around them, Rose smiling as she packs away her pencils, paying attention to the English class as Grave goes back into autopilot, not controlling it as the class continues.

The English class finishes soon enough, Mrs Jewell getting up from her desk as the class packs away, getting ready to lead them outside. Grave packs up with Rose, using all her will power to prevent herself from glowing happily.

Rose smiles as Jewell gets the class to stand up, leading them to the changing rooms for PE, Grave’s cheeks lightly glowing as she walks, tapping her feet in happiness.

They enter the changing rooms, Rose dumping her stuff besides Grave’s as they change quickly. Grave changes as well, her glow slightly more visible as she does. Mrs Jewell leads them all outside, standing still to address all of them at once.

“Okay today we’re practicing throwing and hand-eye coordination. Everybody find a partner!” She orders, the rest of the class looking around as Grave looks at Rose, her cheeks no longer glowing.

“R-Rose?” Grave questions quietly, her voice quiet as she looks at her, Rose turning to face her curiously.

“Yeah?” Rose questions curiously, looking at Grave with bright and happy eyes as she speaks.

“Do you wanna be partners?” Grave feels nervous as she asks, though she smiles happily anyway.

“Really!” Rose looks excited as she bounces slightly, her face lighting up happily at the offer.

“Yeah!!!” Grave smiles, close to glowing, though she prevents it as Rose bounces happily.

“Okay!” Rose exclaims in agreement, running to quickly grab a ball for them to throw, returning to Grave once she gets it.

Grave taps her feet happily, knowing that if you listened closely you would be able to hear her buzzing as Rose smiles, tossing the ball to Grave carefully.

Grave passes the ball back as her feet tap happily against the floor, though she puts one on top of the other to silence them. Rose giggles as she catches the ball, swiftly tossing it back as Grave notices they are being watches by one of their classmates.

Grave catches her eyes for a moment before she refocuses on Rose, throwing the ball back as she moves her feet, allowing them to tap. Rose catches the ball, nearly dropping it as she does, making her laugh as she corrects the incident.

“You okay?” Grave questions, not knowing why she asks but doing so nevertheless, smiling happily.

“I’m fine!” Rose reassures her, smiling as she passes the ball back to Grave, though they get interrupted when Mrs Jewell calls Rose away from the lesson to talk with her momentarily.

Grave frowns slightly as she plays with the ball by herself, waiting as Jewell talks to Rose quietly, seemingly just checking in on her. The girl Grave caught watching her stops playing with her partner as Mrs Jewell moves away from Rose, their brief conversation over.

Grave looks at the girl, smiling slightly as she pins the ball around. The girl ignores Grave, wandering over to Rose and cutting her off from her as she talks to her.

Grave feels confused as she watches, disappointed that she cant see Rose. The girl moves Rose away slightly, out of view of the rest of the class as she talks to her.

Grave grows more confused, moving slightly as worry starts to settle in. She can see the other girl’s hands as she moves, but there’s a darker colour on her palms that wasn’t there before.

Grave gets closer, feeling more and more confused as she holds the ball in her hands. As she gets closer, she can see the girl holding Rose against the wall by her shoulder, Rose hiding her face as the girl smiles at her menacingly.

Grave approaches them, too worried to know what to say to either of them, a noise of concern escaping her mouth. Rose doesn’t answer, sliding down to sit on the floor as the girl lets go of her, looking at Grave.

“Go away.” Rose’s words are surprisingly harsh and blunt as she speaks to Grave, seeming aggressive.

“Make me.” Grave responds snappily, her hands shifting to hold the ball as if she were going to throw it at the girl.

“Don’t test me.” Rose warns, shaking as she sits on the floor below her, not moving an inch.

“Oh no, I’m so scared!” Grave mocks, her voice only sounding angry as she gets closer to Rose, concerned for her.

“Back off or I kick Rose in the face.” The girl threatens, sneering at Grave angrily. That makes Grave angrier, leading her to throw her ball into the girls face very hard.

The girl screeches in pain as she falls down, alerting Mrs Jewell to the situation, who quickly rushes over to stand behind Grave.

“What is going on over here?!” She questions incredulously, looking down at Grave with wide eyes.

“She was trying to hurt Rose and I-” Grave looks at Mrs Jewell as she stands behind her, feeling nervous as she surveys the scene around the children before kneeling down next to the shaking Rose, who continues to hide her face. Jewell sighs quietly before looking at Grave.

“Okay, here’s what we are going to do. You, me, Lola and Rose are going to go to the office together so Rose and Lola can be tended to. and we will sort this mess out, okay? My assistant will cover the rest of the lesson.” She explains, her voice clam despite being authoritative.

“Oh, okay.” Grave feels slightly worried at the idea of going to the office, but her concern for Rose outweighs that feeling as Jewell smiles, moving to gently pull Lola up from the floor, helping Rose up in the same breath. Rose continues to cover her face as she is helped up, shaking as Jewell begins to walk them all to the office.

“Sorry, Rose…” Grave walks beside Rose as they head to the office, looking slightly sad as she speaks, her voice quiet and soft.

“F-f-fine…” Rose mumbles in response as Jewell brings them inside the office. Grave is left alone for a moment as Jewell walks Lola and Rose inside the nurse’s office, out of view. She comes back a moment later, walking back over to Grave.

“Am I in trouble?” Grave questions, feeling more scared as Rose isn’t with the teacher anymore, though she knows she’ll be fine. She looks Mrs Jewell in the eyes as she talks to her.

“Why don’t we sit down and we can talk, okay?” Jewell questions gently, a soft smile on her face as she leads Grave to an area of the office with chairs for them to sit in. grave sits down in one of the chairs, looking worried as she thinks about Rose.

“Hey, Rose is okay. She’s just fine, don’t worry.” Jewell reassures Grave, smiling gently. “You wanna tell me what happened?” She asks, looking at Grave inquisitively.

“Um… when you moved away from Rose, Lola stopped playing with her partner and went over to her. She was saying something but I didn’t know what.” Grave begins to explain, playing with her fingers as she speaks. “She moved her away and I got a bit closer to see what was going on and I saw some weird stuff on her hands…” Grave continues, getting more nervous.

“Weird stuff?” Jewell questions, a look of confusion on her face. “Can you describe it for me?” She pushes gently, wanting the details of the situation.

“Uh… it was much darker than her. Like um… it was Rose’s skin colour.” Grave explains, looking at her feet as she taps them nervously.

“Oh…” Jewell frowns as she hears those words. “Okay, that explains a lot to me. What happened next Grave?” She continues, wanting the full story from the child.

“She held her against the wall and Rose was hiding her face, so I went over there and Rose told me to go away.” Grave explains, her voice getting quieter as she picks at her fingers. “I said ‘make me’ and she was like ‘don’t test me’. U-um…” Grave trails off, feeling scared. Mrs Jewell gently places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, its okay. Rose didn’t mean any of it, don’t worry…” Jewell reassures quietly, a soft smile on her face. “You’re okay.” She continues, her tone calm and quiet.

“I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about Rose…” Grave explains, sighing softly.

“She said she was gonna kick her in the face if I didn’t move so I um… I threw the ball at her face.” Grave explains, her voice hushed.

“Rose will be okay, I promise.” Jewell reassures Grave, smiling gently. “So you threw the ball at her because she threatened to kick Rose?” She clarifies, using a calm tone with Grave.

“Yeah… I-I know you’re not supposed to hurt someone unless they actually hit you or somebody first so um… sorry.” Grave apologises, curling into a ball slightly as she speaks.

“You will need to be suspended for a few days since you did hit a student, but given the circumstances that should be all the punishment you get, I shall see to that.” Jewell reassures Grave quietly, smiling. “But we do have to talk to the principle about this, okay?”

“Mhm.” Grave answers, thinking about Rose as she realises she wont see her for several days.

“Okay, lets go talk to the principle and we can call your dad to come and get you, okay? Is he available?” Jewell questions as she stands up from her chair.

“Yeah, I think so.” Grave murmurs, feeling more scared as she thinks about going into the principles office.

“Hey, it’ll be okay.” Jewell reassures her as she leads her through the office, past the now shut nurses room and into the principles office. He sits at his desk quietly, looking up at them as they enter the room, Mrs Jewell shutting the door behind them for privacy.

“Hi…” Grave’s voice is quiet as she latches onto Jewell’s hand, feeling scared as she speaks.

“Hello Grave.” The principles voice is soft and calm as he speaks, smiling gently as he gets up from his desk. “How we feeling?” He questions the child in front of him.

“I’m good… what about you?” Grave returns the question quietly, attempting to smile.

“I’m okay… do you know why you’re in here?” The principle questions, though he doesn’t sound angry with her.

“I-I um… I hit Lola.” Grave explains, keeping her voice low as she speaks, feeling nervous.

“You did, yes. But you did it for a reason, didn’t you?” The principle pushes further, leaning down to get on Grave’s level.

“She said she was gonn hurt Rose…” Grave continues, feeling slightly scared as she speaks.

“So you threw the ball at her because she threatened another student?” The principle questions, sounding gentle as he pushes for more information.

“Mhm…” Grave agrees quietly, trying to look calm as fear runs through her. The principle nods before walking back to his desk, beckoning Jewell and Grave to come closer.

“Okay, so that does warrant a three day suspension, which is necessary, but given the circumstances I see no further action as necessary, and the situation will be explained to your father so he can understand why you did what you did.” The principle smiles gently. “But other than the three days your time here is in no jeopardy.” He explains kindly.

“Oh! Okay…” Grave feels more nerves at the thought of them calling Iden, worried that he would be angry with her, the principle able to see the shift in her face.

“Grave, don’t worry. This isn’t Luna’s first situation with Rose, so I have no concerns about you, and that will be explained to your dad.” He reassures her calmly.

“Okay…” Grave feels slightly calmer at this, her voice small as she answers the principle.

“You wanna sit in here while I call him? Mrs Jewell is going to go and talk to Rose right now and get Luna’s punishment sorted out…” He explains, Jewell nodding. Grave sits down in the office, putting her head down.

“Lola kinda sucks.” She didn’t intend to say it out loud, but the words leave her mouth as she sits.

“As the head of the school I’m not allowed to agree.” The principle explains, winking as Jewell leaves the room. “But I can say that she’s getting suspended longer than you.” He smiles as he calls Iden for Grave.

“Good, she cant mess with Rose if she’s not here.” Grave miles slightly as she speaks, the principle not answering her as he puts the phone to his ear, though a tiny smile is present on his face as he gets Iden on the phone, explaining the situation to him calmly.

Grave feels slightly nervous as she listens to the principle talking to Iden, staying silent as the principle calmly speaks to Iden. The phone call is wrapped up quickly, the principle hanging up the phone.

“When is he coming?” Grave questions, feeling nervous as she watches the principle, her heart beating loudly in her chest.

“He should be here in around ten minutes or so.” He explains, smiling gently. “He seems to understand what happens.” He continues calmly.

“Oh! That’s good, I think…” Grave feels slightly less nervous now as she speaks, the principle smiling.

“Its very good I believe. Shall we go and fetch your bag while we wait for him?” He questions quietly, getting up from his desk and approaching Grave.

“Y-Yeah.” Grave stands up from her chair, her feet tapping against the floor quietly as she does.

“Alright, lets go then.” The principle smiles as he opens the door of the office, walking outside with Grave. Mrs Jewell stands outside the nurse’s room, handing Rose her bag.

Grave looks at Rose, waving as concern and anger flows through her, directed at Lola as Rose waves back shyly. She looks okay, everything seeming normal, though she’s slightly more subdued as the principle continues to walk by her.

Grave continues to walk after him, still feeling slightly worried, though the feeling has subsided somewhat as she keeps up with him easily, being lead to the now empty changing rooms.

Grave grabs her bag from the changing rooms, feeling more nervous as she leaves the changing room, the principle noticing the change in the mood.

Are you alright Grave? You know no ones upset with you…” The principle reassures her gently, slightly concerned for her.

“I-I’m fine.” Grave lies quietly, her feet tapping nervously against the floor as she speaks.

“I know you aren’t Grave.” He reasons with her quietly. “It’s okay to feel nervous or scared.” He reassures her softly.

“Thanks…” Grave’s cheeks glow lightly in a mix of positive and negative energy as she speaks.

“That’s alright… how about we go back to the office and wait for your dad? Everything’s gonna be alright.” The principle reassures Grave gently, his voice soothing.

“O-Okay…” Grave feels calmer as she talks now, her voice quiet and hushed.

“Okay then.” He smiles, walking back to the office with Grave, who plays with her fingers gently as they walk back inside, thinking. The principle waits with her inside the office as they watch Iden come inside, looking slightly concerned as he see’s Grave.

“H-Hi…” Grave feels scared as she see’s Iden, worried of his reaction as she lowers her voice.

“Hey Gravey, you okay?” Iden questions, enveloping Grave in a gentle and soft hug.

“I-I’m fine.” Grave reassures him, returning the hug gently as she starts to feel better.

“Your principle explained what happened…” Iden continues softly, sounding worried as he hugs her.

“I know…” Grave curls in on herself slightly as she gets slightly more scared, waiting to be yelled at.

“Hey, its alright sweetie. He explained why and what happened. I’m not mad kiddo.” Iden reassures her gently, smiling gently.

“You’re not?” Grave questions, unused to that kind of reaction, feeling confused as she looks at Iden.

“No I’m not mad sweetheart. I understand what happened. Its okay.” Iden holds her gently as he speaks, voice soft and calm. Grave hugs him tighter, feeling surprised by his reaction.

“Its all okay.” Iden reassures, returning the hug softly as Jewell brings Rose into the office, handing a phone to the principle quietly. Grave smiles as she see’s Rose, the principle frowning slightly as he gets the phone, walking away from the group to talk into it, Rose dipping her head down.

“Rose?” Grave questions, voice soft in her concern as Jewell puts her hands gently on Rose’s shoulders.

“There’s been a small situation with Rose’s aunt that’s complicated some things…” She explains quietly.

“What happened?” Grave presses, her feet tapping against the floor in worry as Iden let’s her go.

“Her aunt is unable to take her home and her usual babysitter is unavailable…” Jewell trails off, Rose looking slightly upset as she explains for her. Grave thinks for a moment before turning to look at Iden.

“Can she stay with us?” Grave questions, a small amount of excitement building inside her at the idea as Iden looks at her.

“If her aunt agrees I have no problem with it.” Iden explains, the principle coming back over to quietly hand him the phone upon hearing that, Iden moving away to talk to Rose’s aunt.

Grave looks at Rose as Iden moves away, silently opening her arms in an offer of a hug, wanting to make her feel better. Rose hesitates for a moment before accepting the hug silently.

“Sorry…” Grave apologises quietly as she wraps Rose in a warm and comfortable hug.

“Why are you sorry?” Rose sounds confused as she replies to Grave, Iden calmly talking to her aunt behind them.

“That Lola s u c k s.” Grave explains, pressing her forehead against Rose’s in a soothing touch.

“Not your fault.” Rose reasons quietly as Iden comes back over to the group, no longer talking on the phone.

“I know, but she still sucks.” Grave looks at Iden as he approaches, waving slightly as she continues to hug Rose gently.

“Okay, so Rose’s aunt has agreed for her to stay at ours tonight and she’s gonna pick her up tomorrow after her shift is over.” Iden explains, the principle nodding in approval of the plan.

Grave smiles happily as the principle and Mrs Jewell leave them alone to figure out their next moves together, Rose seeming calmer now.

“Shall we head home sweetie?” Iden directs the question to Grave, smiling gently as he speaks.

“Yes!” Grave exclaims, feeling more excited now that she was going to get to spend time with Rose.

“Let’s go then.” Iden smiles as he walks slowly out of the office, Grave following him happily, holding Rose’s hand softly. Rose blushes slightly at the contact as Iden leads them outside to the car, unlocking it for them and getting in the drivers seat.

Grave slides into her own seat, buckling herself in as Rose follows her lead, securing herself into the car beside her. Iden drives off once they are all inside, Rose fiddling with her fingers quietly as the car begins to move away from the school.

Grave gently leans against Rose as the car drives away, buzzing softly as Rose flushes slightly. Grave closes her eyes happily, gently interlocking her hand with Rose’s as Iden smiles from the front of the car. Grave and Rose watch the world go by them as Iden drives them back home, parking the car outside for them.

“Here we go.” Iden smiles as he parks the car. Grave unbuckles herself quickly, Rose following as she gets out of the car, Iden locking it behind them as he walks to the house, opening the door for the two children.

“Wow, what a tiring few hours of school.” Grave giggles at her own joke as she walks inside, flopping down onto the couch, Iden laughing as he hangs up their coats.

“Well now you two get to hang out here for a while.” He reasons gently, smiling as he enters the living room.

“Yay! That’s good.” Grave pushes herself up from the couch, hanging her own coat up before returning happily to her spot. Rose watches as she stands quietly, unsure of what to do with herself in this new environment.

Grave flops off of the couch onto the floor, patting the space next to her as an indication for Rose. She hesitates slightly before sitting beside Grave, a small smile present on her face. Grave gently lays her head in Rose’s lap, making Iden laugh as he walks in, able to see how flustered Rose has become.

“Hey Gravey why don’t you show Rose your room?” He questions, walking over to the two children. Grave smiles, getting up off of the floor and holding a hand out to Rose, who takes it gently, looking nervous and curious as Grave leads her upstairs into her room.

“Comfort place!” Grave exclaims as she walks inside her room, giggling as she does.

“Your room is nice…” Rose mumbles quietly as she follow Grave in, closing the door behind her softly.

“Thank you, I picked it myself.” Grave sits down on her bed as she speaks. “It was a very hard choice between this and the bathroom, but after an hour I decided this would be the one.” Grave jokes, making Rose giggle as she joins her, sitting on the bed beside her.

“That’s silly…” Rose smiles as she sits next to Grave, her eyes crinkling softly as she looks at her.

“Mmm I know, but I like being silly!” Grave feels happy as she sits next to Rose, her cheeks close to glowing.

“Its fun.” Rose smiles more. “Sorry I got you kicked out on your first day…” She apologises quietly.

“Its fine! I’d rather be kicked out than have you get hurt.” Grave explains kindly as she looks at Rose.

“I would’ve been okay…” Rose tries to argue, fiddling with her fingers gently as she speaks.

“She said she was gonna kick you in the face! I-I don’t think you’d be okay.” Grave explains, laying down on the bed, wiggling her feet gently.

“She’s done it before, its fine.” Rose justifies, biting her lip between her teeth nervously.

“That still doesn’t make it okay…” Grave holds Rose’s hands gently, trying to make her feel calmer.

“But you got in trouble.” Rose feels a little calmer as Grave holds her hands softly in her own.

“That doesn’t matter.” Grave insists, her voice calm and soft as she speaks to Rose.

“Thank you for letting me stay here tonight.” Rose changes the subject as she calms down more.

“You’re welcome!” Grave smiles happily, felling better as Rose smiles gently in response.

“Am I sleeping in here with you?” Rose questions softly, looking at Grave with a curious expression.

“Uh… yeah!” Grave smiles, wiggling slightly in excitement, though Rose looks slightly nervous at that. Grave can see something that looks like freckles poking through a weird layer on Rose’s face, though she chooses not to say anything about it. “You okay?” She questions instead.

“Y-Yeah… just nervous about sleeping over I guess.” Rose explains vaguely, laughing quietly, though it sounds slightly forced.

“That’s fine!” Grave smiles, playing around with Rose’s fingers gently. “Do you wanna make a blanket fort? That might make you feel a lil less nervous.” She explains.

“I’ve never made one…” Rose admits, looking intrigued as she watches Grave mess with her hands.

“Wanna make one now?” Grave looks excited as she asks the question, feeling happy.

“Yeah!” Rose’s face morphs into excitement as well as Grave gets up, grabbing a bunch of blankets.

“It’s fort time, babey!” She exclaims, Rose giggling as she slides off of the bed, standing up carefully.

“How do we make it?” She questions as she approaches Grave, standing beside her curiously.

“Hmm…” Grave tries to think of how to put her explanation into words. “I dunno how to explain it!” She admits, Rose nodding.

“You can show me then!” Rose compromises, smiling gently as she watches Grave quietly. Grave smiles, beginning to make the fort for Rose, though its quickly noticed that she isn’t picking up anything with her hands, surprising Rose.

“H-How are you doing that?” Rose questions, confused as she watches Grave with widened eyes.

“Doing what?” Grave returns the question, unaware of what she is doing as she continues to do it.

“Y-You’re not using your hands…” Rose clarifies, looking and sounding surprised as she speaks.

“Oh! Sorry about that.” Grave corrects herself quickly, using her hands as she continues to make the fort.

“B-But…” Rose struggles to think of words as she stands still in shock. “How…?” She repeats her question, trying to understand.

“I-I um…” Grave’s voice drops quieter. “I-I wasn’t supposed to do that…” She explains quietly.

“You didn’t use… what?” Rose sounds and looks confused as she struggles to make sense of the situation presented to her.

“I-I… I um…” Grave’s voice gets quieter as she thinks through her words. “I’ve got… powers.” She reluctantly explains.

“Powers?” Rose questions, confused. She steps closer to Grave, picking up one of her hands carefully, curious as Grave blushes from the touch.

“Yeah… I’m not supposed to use them in front of people other than my dad, so… don’t tell anyone you saw.” Grave pleads quietly.

“I wont tell.” Rose reassures her quietly, looking at her hand as she gets closer, Grave blushing more at her proximity, her hand glowing slightly, making Rose look at it more intensely. “Pretty…”

“T-Thank you.” Grave’s face blushes red at the compliment as she looks at Rose, who smiles gently. Grave leans forward carefully, planting a soft kiss onto Rose’s face.

Rose freezes, her eyes wide as she looks at Grave, who is now able to see her eyes are two different shades of blue, making her smile as Rose blushes intensely. Rose places her hands on her cheeks to hide the blush, something coming off on her hands as she moves them again, revealing cheeks littered with soft freckles.

“You have freckles!” Grave gasps softly as she sees them properly, her voice quiet in surprise.

“W-What?” Rose looks surprised, looking down at her hands and seeing the foundation covering them.

“Freckles! T-They’re cute…” Grave compliments quietly, smiling gently as she looks at Rose.

“I-I-It came off.” Rose stammers quietly, looking slightly scared as she looks down at her hands.

“Yeah…” Grave looks down at her feet as she answers, holding Rose’s hands in an attempt to calm her down, unsure of what else to do to help.

“Its supposed to hide them…” Rose explains, her eyes tearing up as she gets upset.

“Sorry…” Grave pulls Rose in for a gentle hug, wanting her to feel better as she envelopes her in warmth.

“N-Not your fault…” Rose sniffs gently. “S-Should put more on now…” She explains, wanting to cover her face again.

“Okay, that’s fair.” Grave presses their foreheads together gently, closing her eyes.

“Y-You don’t think I look weird?” Rose questions quietly, sounding confused by Grave’s reaction.

“You don’t look weird at all! You look very pretty actually…” Grave explains quietly.

“B-But freckles make you look funny…” Rose argues gently. “And I’m disfigured…” She continues quietly.

“I still think you look cute, Rose…” Grave insists quietly, a small and comforting smile on her face.

“But Lola says freckles and scares make you look like a monster…” Rose explains sadly.

“Well Lola is a stupid yucky liar!” Grave exclaims in Rose’s defence, feeling mad at Lola.

“B-But she’s right…” Rose sniffs gently, wiping her eyes, taking more foundation off as a result, a sliver of a scar being revealed to Grave.

“She’s not right, she’s a bitch!” Grave curses, pressing another soft kiss onto Rose’s face. Rose twitches slightly, frowning as she wipes away her tears more. “Sorry…” Grave apologies, her cheeks glowing negatively.

“N-Not you… my scar hurts.” She explains, wiping her eyes carefully, a sad smile on her face.

“Oh no…” Grave presses a soft kiss to the scarred area she can see, pulling more makeup off as she pulls back, now able to see a scar running over Rose’s nose as she watches her, confused. “Huh… that usually works.” Grave ponders as she looks at the scar.

“W-What works?” Rose questions, looking and sounding confused as she watches Grave quietly.

“It’s a healing thing!” Grave explains, sounding happier. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” She questions, sounding more serious.

“Healing…?” Rose thinks for a moment. “I think I hurt my shoulder when Lola pushed me in the wall?” She offers, looking confused.

Grave presses a soft kiss to Rose’s shoulder, healing the small wound up quickly, smiling happily as Rose blushes.

“T-Thank you…” Rose sounds flustered as she talks, her face red as she looks at Grave.

“You’re welcome!” Grave giggles, smiling happily as Rose blushes more, going red.

“D-Do you think I should put more makeup on?” Rose questions, genuinely curious of Grave’s thoughts.

“Mmm… no!” Grave smiles, wiggling slightly in excitement as she looks at Rose.

“D-Do you think I should take it off?” Rose questions, looking down at the floor as she feels a bit more nervous.

“Yeah!” Grave exclaims, Rose biting her lip as she gets her bag, rifling through it to bring out a pack of makeup wipes.

“You wanna help?” She offers, sitting down on the bed quietly as she prepares to take the rest of her makeup off.

“Mhm!” Grave looks happy as she sits down beside Rose, pulling a wipe out and gently rubbing it against her face, watching the makeup come off as Rose does the same, revealing her freckled skin underneath it all. Grave blushes more as Rose wipes the makeup off of her scarred nose, looking nervous.

“Hhh you look so pretty I think I might d i e.” Grave’s cheeks glow lightly as she speaks.

“R-Really?” Rose questions, looking surprised by Grave’s words as she looks at her, blushing slightly.

“Yeah!” Grave smiles widely as she looks at Rose, watching her put the wipes away in her bag again.

“N-No ones ever called me pretty before…” Rose explains, feeling flustered under Grave’s gaze.

“Well you deserve to hear it because it’s true!!” Grave insists, holding Rose’s face gently in her hands.

“Y-You’re pretty too…” Rose’s face feels warm under Grave’s hands, covered by a blush.

“T-Thank you!” Grave giggles happily as she blushes at Rose’s returned compliment for her.

“Y-You’re welcome…” Rose smiles gently as she looks at Grave. “D-Do you wanna keep building the fort?” She questions.

“B l a n k e t s a n d p i l l o w s.” Grave gets off of the bed, nodding as she moves towards the fort.

“This looks cool!” Rose giggles as she helps Grave build the rest of the fort.

“Thanks, I think it’ll be cooler cuz you’re helping me!” Grave smiles as she smiles, continuing work on the fort.

“Thanks… but I dunno how cool I’ll make it…” Rose smiles as she lays more blankets on top of the fort.

“It’ll be very cool!” Grave exclaims, not using her hands anymore as she builds the fort.

“What do you wanna do once we have a fort?” Rose questions, giggling as she looks at Grave.

“We get inside it and do stuff! Like watch movies!” Grave glows happily as she explains.

“What movies do you like?” Rose sounds curious as she asks the question, watching Grave intently.

“I like 80’s and 90’s movies!!! What about you?” Grave flips the question onto Rose, watching as she thinks.

“I don’t get to watch a lot of movies, but I guess I like animated ones… and ones about space!” Rose smiles widely as she answers.

“Um…” Grave thinks over the potential choices for them. “I’ve got Space Battleship Yamato!” She smiles happily.

“That sounds cool! I don’t think I’ve seen it.” Rose sounds happy as she agrees on the choice of movie.

“I haven’t seen it either, so it’ll both be our first time seeing it!” Grave explains as they come close to finishing the fort.

“That sounds fun!” Rose smiles as she watches Grave work on the fort in front of them.

“Tis f i n i s h e d.” Grave finishes the fort off, stepping back slightly to look at it happily.

“Yay!” Rose bounces in excitement as she looks at it. “It looks cool!” She exclaims happily.

“That’s cuz we made it together!” Grave explains, looking at Rose happily as she speaks.

“Should we sit in it?” Rose questions, looking happy as she bounces gently on her feet.

“Mhm!” Grave holds Rose’s hand gently, pulling both of them inside the fort and sitting down carefully.

“Y-You sure like holding my hands a lot…” Rose blushes at the contact as they sit inside the fort, mumbling quietly.

“Because it feels nice to do! Makes me feel happy!” Grave explains, smiling brightly as she talks.

“I-I like it too…” Rose blushes more as she responds quietly, hiding her face slightly from view.

“Good!” Grave giggles as she puts her head against Rose’s shoulder gently, leaning there comfortably.

“D-Did you wanna watch a movie?” Rose feels warm as she blushes more, her face red at the contact from Grave.

“Mhm!” Grave slots the DVD into the player without moving, Rose bouncing gently as the movie starts to play, feeling excited as Grave wiggles beside her happily.

Rose smiles as she watches, feeling comfortable and happy beside Grave. She is wrapped in a cuddle by Grave, which she accepts happily, leaning against Grave as she watches the movie. Grave closes her eyes, feeling comfortable as she hears Rose getting excited whenever space comes onto the screen, making her smile.

Rose leans on Grave more as the movie plays, feeling calm and happy as Grave glows happily, a small noise of happiness escaping her. Rose is quiet as the movie plays, relaxing more as Grave reaches her hand up, stroking it gently through Rose’s curly hair.

Rose hums quietly as she leans into Grave more. Grave giggles at that, continuing as Rose relaxes more, failing to keep her focus on the movie as Grave starts to feel sleepy.

Rose tries to keep her eyes open as her own sleepiness catches up to her, Grave beginning to glow calmly. Rose smiles as she leans into Grave more, feeling sleepier with every passing second. Grave covers them both in blankets gently, Rose unable to keep her eyes open any longer, curling up slightly to get more comfortable.

Grave gets closer to sleep as she continues to stroke Rose’s head, Rose falling asleep happily beside Grave, her breathing calm and quiet as Grave too falls into sleep comfortably.

 Grave wakes up a while later, feeling confused as she notices that Rose is no longer right beside her.

“Rose?” Grave calls out quietly, her voice groggy from sleep as she looks for her. She is able to see her a little bit further away on the bed in the fort, her curled up position preventing Grave from seeing her face.

“Rose?” Grave wiggles closer carefully, tapping the other girl gently. Rose whimpers slightly at the contact, her body shaking lightly as she sleeps.

Grave moves even closer to Rose, softly shaking her in an attempt to wake her up from whatever dream she is having. Rose whines slightly as she is shaken, her eyes spilling some small tears as they open halfway.

This only increases Grave concern for Rose. She gently kisses away the tears on her cheeks, holding rose gently in her arms. Rose flinches at first, sniffling as she begins to come out of her dream and into reality, Grave squeezing her gently.

“G-Grave…?” Rose questions quietly, her voice small and sleepy sounding as she looks at her.

“Mhm…” Grave hums her response softly, still feeling concerned as she watches over Rose quietly.

“I work you up didn’t I… I’m sorry…” Rose apologises quietly, sniffing her tears away as she speaks.

“It’s fine!” Grave reassures her gently, smiling as she tries to make Rose feel better about the situation.

“I-Its annoying… shouldn’t wake you up because I’m having a bad dream…” Rose protests, rubbing her eyes carefully.

“What was the dream? Y-You don’t have to answer if you don’t wanna…” Grave’s voice is quiet as she speaks, trying to calm Rose down.

“M-My parents… when they gave me this…” Rose explains, looking down as she touches the scar spanning over her nose.

“Oh no…” Grave frowns as she hears the explanation. She thinks for a moment before pressing their foreheads together gently.

“It’s okay… I don’t live with them anymore.” Rose calms down at the touch, a small smile appearing on her face.

“That’s good… they suck tho.” Grave insists, feeling angry with Rose’s parents, though she feels happy that Rose smiled.

“I hope I didn’t scare you…” Rose snorts slightly as she relaxes more, looking at Grave with soft eyes.

“You didn’t, don’t worry.” Grave reassures Rose softly, her feet wiggling gently.

“W-Whats the time?” Rose questions, still sounding slightly sleepy as she speaks to Grave.

“Its um… 12 am.” Grave answers, sounding happy now as she replies to Rose, smiling happily.

“Mmmm…” Rose rubs her eyes gently, quiet as she hums her response to Graves answer.

“We could watch a funny movie and drink hot cocoa if you want…” Grave offers, thinking of what Iden would do for her in this situation.

“That sounds nice…” Rose smiles a bit more as se looks up at Grave with bright eyes.

“Gotsa go downstairs for got cocoa!” Grave smiles, getting up off of the bed, floating slightly as she doesn’t want to walk. Rose follows her, getting off of the bed carefully.

Grave gently holds onto Rose’s hand, leading her downstairs quietly, glowing lightly to replace the absence of light as they move. Grave pulls Rose into the kitchen, Rose blushing as they hold hands.

Grave begin to make the drinks for them, using her abilities so she doesn’t have to let go of Rose’s hand as she does it. Rose giggles as she watches the cool sight, smiling brightly.

“It’s done!” Grave finishes the drinks quickly, keeping her voice low as she speaks, sounding happy.

“T-Thanks…” Rose smiles as she blushes red, feeling happy as she holds hands with Grave.

“You’re welcome!” Grave makes the drinks float beside them as she leads Rose back to her room. Rose gets on the bed once inside Grave’s room again, pulling her knees into her chest gently.

“You can pick the movie if you want.” Grave offers as she sits on the bed beside Rose, handing her her cup of cocoa carefully.

“I-I don’t mind what we watch…” Rose explains quietly, feeling cosy as she curls into a ball more, holding her warm drink.

Grave makes a small happy noise as she picks a kids film for them to watch, putting it on quietly as she wraps them in a blanket, Rose leaning into Grave as she sips on her drink.

Grave blushes as she drinks her own cocoa, watching the movie quietly beside Rose, pressing a soft kiss onto her face, making Rose blush more.

“W-Warm…” Rose mumbles quietly, feeling comfortable as she leans against Grave.

“That’s good…” Grave smiles as she finishes her hot cocoa. Rose leans into Grave more as she finishes her own, putting the mug away, hugging Grave gently, Grave blushing as she returns the gesture.

“You’re comfy…” Rose mumbles, smiling happily as she hugs Grave, making her blush more.

“I sure hope so…” Grave giggles at her own words as she holds Rose gently, not paying attention to the movie.

“Mhm…” Rose hums, uncurling out of her ball to get in the hug more, Grave closing her eyes as she lays them both, sure she would melt if Rose got any sweeter.

Rose closes her eyes as well, feeling sleepy again as she is enveloped by Grave’s warmth and comfort, surrounding her gently. Grave gently plays with Rose’s hair again as she gets sleepier, Rose humming softly as she falls asleep easily, Grave smiling happily as she follows along, both of them sleeping calmly with one another.

[bearfeathers]

“Why do I even bother” ineffable husbands prompt thingy, please!!

Thank you so much for the prompt! I had fun with it. :D I also really like the idea of Crowley and Aziraphale remaining part of Adam's life so... I doodled a little with that idea lol

[PROMPT ME!] | [AO3]

***

When Adam had reset the world, he'd done so in a way that meant most things had gone back to the way they were before. Most things.

One very noticeable difference was that Mr. and Mrs. Young seemed to be under the impression that a certain angel and demon were their son's godfathers. You see, Adam had thought that continuing to have them about would be quite useful—or at the very least entertaining—but that perhaps his parents would be alarmed if he were suddenly in the company of two strange adult men. So he fixed it.

Crowley had admittedly been a bit perturbed to find that Mr. Young now believed him to be an old school chum with an incredibly rare eye condition. He was always wanting to talk about things like whether Crowley had watched the football game or “the old days.” Crowley had to bite his tongue more than once when he was tempted to tell Mr. Young that his old days and Crowley’s old days were not even remotely the same old days. But he got used to it. Eventually. However, when Crowley and Aziraphale had attempted to explain to Adam that they were not, in fact, a happy couple as he had made his parents believe, the boy had merely shrugged and told them that he was pretty sure they were.

Interestingly enough, with a little time, he wound up being right about that.

In any case, today is an exciting day for Adam. Today is the first day of a week-long stay with his “godfathers” in a cabin they'd rented away from the city. And today they'd gone to the beach.

Aziraphale had immediately begun to establish ground rules: Adam would need sunscreen, he would need to return every two hours for reapplication, he was to wait thirty minutes after eating before swimming, he was not to leave their line of sight, he was not to talk to strangers... Adam had made a beeline for the ocean long before the angel could finish. 

"Why do I even bother?" Aziraphale sighs.

"He'll be fine," Crowley declares, watching Dog hurry towards the waves after his master. "Probably just will the sun not to burn him or something."

"He can't just use his powers for everything," Aziraphale protests, spreading their blanket on the sand by the rocks.

"And he's not, really," Crowley says, driving the pole of their umbrella into the ground. He watches the angel smooth the blanket out and place weights on the corners to keep the breeze from lifting it. He grins. "The sunhat is cute, by the way."

Aziraphale turns to glare at him from beneath the brim of the floppy sunhat in question. "Don't tease."

"Who says I'm teasing?" Crowley asks.

It's a fair assumption, though. Getting Aziraphale to the beach had taken some doing. It wasn't that the angel disliked nature, it's just that the beach was... well, he just felt rather uncomfortable with all the necessary steps with going there. Adam had reasonably pointed out that Aziraphale couldn’t expect to go to the beach in his usual attire and while this had made sense to the angel, it hadn't made him like the idea any more. 

After twenty minutes of debate, Adam and Crowley had finally managed to convince him to put on swimming trunks. Only when he had finally miracled up a pair, they looked as though they had been ripped from the early 20th century. It had taken another thirty minutes to convince him to come out of the bathroom and that they were sorry they'd laughed.

"I think it's an interesting change of pace, all this," Crowley says, nodding towards where Adam is jumping into the waves.

"Interesting is a good word for it," Aziraphale agrees, settling on the blanket and pulling out a book. “If you told me a year ago I would be taking the Antichrist to the beach on holiday, I’d’ve thought you were mad.”

“Well, that makes two of us,” Crowley says, flopping onto the blanket beside him. “Though in all fairness, I think the ‘mad’ bit might still apply to both of us.”

Aziraphale makes a face that clearly says he can’t disagree. Reaching into their basket and nudging aside a few water bottles, Crowley retrieves the bottle of sunscreen the angel had packed and taps his open book with it.

“Lube me up?” he asks with a sly smile.

Well, Aziraphale can hardly say ‘no’ to that.

***

After splashing about in the waves had become tiresome and he had been pinched in the nose by an evil, evil crab–that he was very innocently inspecting, mind you–Dog retired to the shade of the umbrella to curl up beside Aziraphale and have himself a short nap. His master was busy making a sand castle with Crowley and so Dog felt he would be well looked after in the short span of time that Dog’s eyes were not on him.

“Is he going to stay under that umbrella all day?” Adam asks, packing sand into a pail. He could simply will a sandcastle into existence but that’s hardly any fun, really.

“In all likelihood,” Crowley tells him, decorating the outer wall with seashells. “He’s a bit fussy, as you may have noticed.”

“And you’re not,” Adam says, looking the demon dead in the eye.

“No, I’m particular,” Crowley corrects him. “There’s a difference. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“Just like how I’ll start to like girls?” Adam says with a suspicious air.

“Yeah, well... Girls. Boys. Both. Neither,” Crowley says, waving a small plastic shovel as he talks. “Doesn’t matter, really. Humans tend to be narrow-minded about all that business anyway.”

Then again, humans can’t will their genitals in and out of existence and have a relatively short shelf-life compared to a demon so that may account for some of it. 

“Alright, water break.”

Crowley looks up to find water bottles being shoved in both their faces by Aziraphale, who has finally emerged from beneath the safety of his umbrella. Technically Crowley doesn’t need a water break, but being human, Adam does. The two of them tended to mirror his needs in regards to eating, drinking and resting—both because they didn’t want him to feel odd doing these things on his own and because they just enjoyed doing them anyway.

Rather than retreat back to the blanket after making his delivery, Aziraphale crouches beside them and takes in their handiwork. Crowley sips from his water bottle slowly as he watches the angel gradually realize what it is they’re building.

“This is an interesting choice,” Aziraphale hums.

“Crowley says it's what it used to look like,” Adam comments. "Kind of smaller than I thought it would be."

Aziraphale looks to the sand and stone and seashells artfully placed together in an imitation of Eden. To Crowley’s surprise, he smiles. “You know, I used to be in charge of this part. And over here is where Crowley and I met. Though, he was Crawly back then.”

Adam snorts a laugh. “Crawly?”

“I was a snake and Hell has no imagination,” Crowley says in his defense. “Neither of those things are my fault.”

"Still a dumb name," Adam declares.

"Why do you suppose I changed it?" Crowley asks, flicking a seashell at the boy.

"Was Crawly always your name?" 

Aziraphale raises his eyebrows at the question, watching as Adam packs on more sand to the southern wall. It's an... interesting question. The boy had asked it in a way that leads the angel to believe he already knew the answer. Crowley sucks in a breath through his teeth, studying the shells in his hand.

"No, it wasn't," the demon answers.

"What was your name before?" Adam asks, looking up at the demon from beneath a mop of unruly chestnut hair.

It's a question that not even Aziraphale knows the answer to. Crowley doesn't like to talk about... Before. Before the Fall. Before the War. And Aziraphale had never felt comfortable pushing the subject with him, no matter how much it seemed to bother him or how close they may have become. Aziraphale can't help but feel as though a cloud has just appeared on the horizon of an otherwise perfect day. The silence stretches on between the three of them, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the cry of the gulls above them filling the void. 

"You know what? I'll tell you something," Crowley says suddenly.

Aziraphale can hardly believe his ears. He's really going to say? Right now? Right here?

"This beach trip needs ice lollies!" Crowley shouts, jumping to his feet.

Ah. Of course. Aziraphale can't help but feel a bit disappointed as Crowley flicks the brim of his hat and asks them each what flavor they'd like. The angel sighs as he watches his partner walking alone up the beach under the guise of getting them all a treat.

"I don't understand why it's a big deal," Adam says. "It's just a name."

"Well, it is and it isn't," Aziraphale corrects him. "Crowley's old name—his first name—isn't something he likes to talk about. Not even I know what it is."

"Why wouldn't he tell you?" Adam asks, standing up and brushing sand off his trunks. "I thought he'd tell you everything."

"I wish it were so simple," Aziraphale says, rising to follow the boy back to the blanket. "But that name is from a time that most of us don't discuss. It was before the War that divided Heaven and Hell. Before your fath—before Lucifer was cast out and his followers with him."

"So Crowley was one of his followers," Adam surmises. He lies on his side beside Dog, scratching the sleeping hellhound's ears. "And he was kicked out with him."

Aziraphale sits beneath the umbrella, pulling off his hat and running a hand through his curly hair. "As I said, it's not all so simple. I wouldn't call Crowley one of Lucifer's followers, exactly, more like... well, more like he was just curious. Lucifer presented questions and ideas that most of us had never even considered and on some level that appealed to Crowley."

"It's a bit stupid to kick people out just for asking questions," Adam says. "I mean, you gave away a flaming sword and you got to stay."

"Yes. Um... well," Aziraphale says, clearing his throat.

"And anyway, if we did that all the time then we'd all end up alone eventually, don't you think?"

Aziraphale can't really argue with his logic. But it's different for humans than it is for them. Humans have the ability to choose—who they are and what they do. Angels and demons are bound by their nature to be just that.

"In any case," Aziraphale says, moving the conversation along, "what Crowley has told me is that his Fall was gradual. Until one day it just... happened. What you need to understand, Adam, is that when an angel falls, it's painful. To Fall is to have God's presence... ripped out of you. It's been said to be unbearable and I can only pray that I never have to experience it myself. Which is why I haven't ever tried to force Crowley to talk to me; because I can empathize, but never truly understand. Though, if he ever wishes to discuss it, he knows that I'll listen. I've made certain of that much at least."

Adam hums thoughtfully, rolling onto his back and staring up at the cloudless sky. For a few moments, he says nothing more and Aziraphale thinks that's the end of it.

"I don't think I can fix that," Adam admits. "I tried it just now but it felt sort of like the time I rode my bicycle into the side of my dad's car."

Aziraphale feels an unexpected rush of fondness at his words. He had always assumed that the Antichrist would be, well... rather hellish. But Adam has proven himself to be just as complex as any other human. And in that complexity, Aziraphale has seen a genuine wish to make things better for others—even if his methods aren't always the best choice.

The angel had quite liked the idea when Crowley had posed it some twelve or so years ago; the two of them being godfathers. But finding themselves actually playing the role now, Aziraphale is even more taken with it than he had thought he would be. There's something truly rewarding in directly impacting someone's growth, rather than the subtle, peripheral work he's used to undertaking with the human race. Even a mere year after they had first met him, Adam already seems to have changed and grown into another version of himself. He'll keep on growing and changing, just the way all humans do, but in a way that is decidedly different. Special.

"Well, there are certain things which are beyond even your control. But it was good of you to try," Aziraphale assures him with a smile. Seeing Crowley making his return trip across the beach, he knows it's time to put the matter to rest. For now, anyway. "Let's save the rest of this conversation for another time, shall we?"

Adam sits up, pursing his lips as he studies the angel sitting beside him. For a brief moment, Aziraphale wonders if he's not going to drop the matter so easily. But the Antichrist seems to deem this a wise decision and dips his head in a form nod. Aziraphale knows this won't be the end of this particular conversation, but it's best reserved, as he'd said, for another time.

After all, they have plenty of it.

[melancholicvampires]

Some numbers requested from @swingxilly from this ask game. Thank you! <3 (It’s a lot. So I put it under a read more)

2. Do they have a fear of an animal? If so, what animal? (I only wrote the characters who are scared of an animal)

  Amalia: mice, rats

Célestin: spiders

  4. Do they like cuddling?

  Yes: Amalia, Adara, Célestin, Enzio

No: Carmilla, Rebecca, Dahlia, Valère (it does depend on how close they are with the person in question)

  8. What are their good and bad traits?

  Amalia:

good traits: helpful, curious, self-confident, intelligent, charming

bad traits: proud (putting her knowledge and abilities over the ones of others), dislikes others helping or advising her on her work

Carmilla:

good traits: adaptable, witty, polite

bad traits: aloof, self-loathing, moody

Rebecca:

good traits: honest, self-confident

bad traits: cold, indecipherable

Adara:

good traits: charming, smart, easily reads others, protective

bad traits: slightly obtrusive/pushy, mothers others too much

Dahlia:

good traits: intelligent, strong sense of fairness, hard-working, quick-learner

bad traits: stubborn, brings themself in danger easily, workaholic

Célestin:

good traits: charming, witty, self-confident

bad traits: superficial, pushy, careless

Enzio:

good traits: patient, loyal, kind, supportive

bad traits: unconvinced of himself, anxious, oblivious

Valère:

good traits: polite, willing to compromise, charming

bad traits: aloof, self-loathing, gullible

  9. Do they have any artistic talent?

  Amalia: sometimes draws little doodles on her notes

Carmilla: dancing, singing

Rebecca: crafting occult objects

Adara: decorating

Dahlia: calligraphy

Célestin: acting, dancing, singing

Enzio: playing violin, singing, writes musical pieces and stories

Valère: sewing, dancing 

10. What is their favourite room/place to be in, in the house  they live in?

 Amalia: laboratory

Carmilla: library

Rebecca: occultist room (the room in which she offers her services)

Adara: bedroom

Dahlia: bedroom (they are always tired)

Célestin: doesn't own a house or apartment, but loved the state room in his parents' estate

Enzio: garden

Valère: living room (there's not much else)

 14. What is a pet peeve of theirs?

 Amalia: continued arguing after someone is being proven wrong

Carmilla: loud noises and many people talking at once

Rebecca: people whispering, tapping of finger nails

Adara: people who believe everything they hear or read and don't think fir themselves

Dahlia: people interrupting them or not listening to them/doing something else while they talk

Célestin: children

Enzio: crowds

Valère: invading personal space

 15. What was the last thing they cried about?

  17. Do they have a best friend? If so, who, and what makes them their best friend?

 Amalia:

Célestin and Enzio. She likes hanging out with them and going to a pub for some drinks in the evening. She also thinks it's hilarious seeing how awkward Enzio is around Célestin and gives him advice then and again. Not the best advice, since most of her knowledge comes from rather unrealistic romance novels overflowing with kitsch, but she tries.

Carmilla:

Rebecca. Her calmness and wisdom fascinated Carmilla. Rebecca seems to always know how she feels and what to do she felt unwell. Also there is none other to have better company with at a cemetery at night

And she befriended Enzio after some time.

Rebecca:

Carmilla. She always liked to hear Carmilla's and wasn't even bothered when she whispered. She also bears many secrets. Rebecca usually sees through one with merely a handshake, however it was different with Carmilla.

Adara:

Valère. Not many can say they share a friendship with a bloodhound and disgraced heir of an aristocratic family. It won't get boring. They often help each other out as well. She doesn't has to fear him growing possessive of her, as she has witnessed many times before, but they are on a mutual respectful level.

Dahlia:

Used to be best friends with Valère. Because he approached them, was nice to them and he's the only one so far who genuinely made them laugh. But then he kinda fucked up.

Célestin:

Gwen. He likes her weirdness and her down-to-earth viewpoint. She doesn't evaluate people after their status or descent and always listens attentively to the stories he has to tell and he enjoys listening to hers

Enzio:

Amalia. She's fun to be around and always a good drinking partner. He likes hearing her talk about the cities and villages she visited and where she studied. He's always impressed when she explains a medical procedure and learned some simple treatments for wounds and common sicknesses. Her literary is questionable though and matches up with her odd live advices

He also became pretty good friends with Carmilla over time.

Valère:

Adara. Met her on the job one could say. Adara is one of the few who is actually nice and welcoming to him and they often met after a certain incident, so they grew close. She often exchanges with him information too. She is good company and talking to her feels normal, not forced or filled with anger and fear

Still he does miss Dahlia a lot. They had a sharp mind, like only few people have. He even misses how they always had a talent to put themself in risky situations

19. What does their relationship with their family look like? Are they close? Distant? Ect.

 Amalia:

Her parents died when she was still very young, so she doesn't remember them

The family she grew up in was very strict and never treated her as more than a servant. She doesn't really have a family.

Carmilla:

Hasn't heard of her family in years since she left and never bothered to contact them. Otherwise they would probably pull with their plans for an arranged marriage, she believes

She's partly relieved Célestin is in the same situation as her and she's not alone, but also worries for him to have chosen this life and isolation from his family

Rebecca:

Regularly writes letters to her family and is always happy to receive letters back from them. She visits them every holidays. They support and are very proud of her

Adara:

Doesn't have a strong bond with her family. She's alive since many years and lives her own life. Since then she has gotten to know new acquaintances

The people in the brothel are like family to her and they mean a lot to her. Whoever dares to harm them, won't have a great time

Dahlia:

Knows nothing about their family. They only know one of them was a vampire and the other a human. Part of why they chose to work in the Court was to get access to the extensive library to do research on who their family was. But it's difficult, since they have barely any clues on they might have been

They always thought Valère would become his family. His mother was always welcoming and they spent time a lot of time at her estate. She was always like a mother to them. Until everything went downhill

Célestin:

Ran away from home. He doesn't regret it, but sometimes misses his family and home. He has several high stacks of unsend letters. None seem perfect. The words never appear to be the right ones and he's too scares of their reaction. Giving up this life isn't what he intends

He's glad to still have Carmilla and to be among people most of the time

Enzio:

Is on good terms with his adoptive father and still thankful for taking him off the streets. But he's also to tell him, he doesn't want to live in this village forever. There's always a certain distance between them

Valère:

He didn't see his mother since the incident and doesn't even know where she is. He'd like to explain everything to hee, but he knows she doesn't want to see him again

He never like the rest of the family much. They usually were only interested in gossip and who might slip next, so they have someone to laugh over and feel superior over

Arsène is the only on he still hass a relationship with from his family and only because he has no other choice. They weren't on the best terms before and certainly aren't now

 27. What is their favourite holiday?

 Amalia: Bealtaine (May Day)

Carmilla: none

Rebecca: Walpurgis Night

Adara: New Year's Eve

Dahlia: none

Célestin: his birthday

Enzio: Venetian Carnival

Valère: none

 So, here's the deal. I think when your immortal most holidays won't really interest or excite you anymore. I'm 20 and am not as excited anymore for most holidays. So when you're around 150 years or so, I don't it much matters anymore. But perhaps I'll think of some specific holidays for vampires etc., that are only every few years.

39. Do they have any tattoos?

 Valère and Adara have tattoos. (You know the ones he has. I still have to think of one for Adara, but it's probably going to be a tattoo on her wrists or back)

 40. If I wanted to draw them, what would be distinct physical features that I would have to know to draw them correctly?

 I'm going to combine this with that other post you send me about describing a characters build. I'm not good at this. Especially with face shapes. Ans some parts I couldn't figure out how to describe. Sorry, if it isn't very clear :[

 Amalia: slim, tall, not very curvy, broad shoulders, athletic build, long straight red hair (usually worn in a braid), narrow oval face, greek nose

Carmilla: curvy, soft, kinda pear-shaped, small, long black wavy hair, heart-shaped face, full lips, button nose, large heavy-lidded eyes (usually wears black eye shadow), dark circles under eyes, very pale

Rebecca: wide hips, thick legs, slim arms, rather average face shape, long black curly hair, very light eyes (hides them under a blindfold when on the job), big nose, dark lips, black skin

Adara: hourglass figure, very tall, lower legs are goat legs, long tail, winding horns (similar to a ram) (adorns them with jewelry), long curly dark red hair, prominent cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes (pretty much like Jameela Jamil), hooked nose, full lips, dark skin

Dahlia: average height, very slim, almost no hips or curves, short dark brown hair, hair is on right side longer and has a wavy flow, curved waterline, kinda sharp triangular face, sharp-edged jaw, eyes looking a bit tired, pointy nose, dark skin

Célestin: average height, slim, long blond wavy hair (usually worn tied), narrow oval face, straight nose, heavy-lidded eyes, smug expression

Enzio: broad shoulders, athlethic build, tall, short curly dark brown almost black hair, concave nose, kind eyes, dark skin

Valère: somewhat dorito-shaped, broad shoulders, very tall, short black combed back hair, loose wavy streak of hair on the right side, hair end curly, arched eyebrows, sharp eyes, prominent waterline, dark circles under eyes, cheekbones, arched nose, pale

 47. If the world were to end in 24 hours, where would they be and who would they be with?

 Why do I have the feeling I know which answer you want to hear?

 Amalia & Carmilla: together in Carmilla’s mansion. Amalia laments about what she couldn't achieve. Carmilla calms her down, that it doesn't matter anymore

Rebecca: with her snakes and fianceé (who will still appear in the story sometime). She isn't necessarily surprised the world ends, but an answer to what happens to the ghosts and living afterwards, she doesn't have

Adara: alone on her balcony of her brothel, enjoying the view on the city while drinking a glass of her favourite wine. She's satisfied with her life. She has been around for a very long time

Dahlia: alone in their apartment, wondering if they made the right decisions and if they spend too much time for others and not for themself. So they go out on the streets, get drunk and do whatever they have missed out for the last few years

Célestin & Enzio: together at a glade in the forest, just lying there and drinking some glasses of wine together. Talking about what they still wanted to do with some melancholy, but also glas bot to be alone with this. They talk about life after death too, but without really coming to a clear result if there truly is one. But they'll it soon anyways

Valère: with Gwen in her cottage in the forest. Her place feels like home still even before the end of the world. He does is surprised to die like this. He thought someone else might kill him. Anyways, he's relieved to spend the last day of his life with Gwen and not Arsène

48. What does their room look like?

 Also something I'm not good at describing, so I apologize in advance.

 Amalia: rustic and comfortable. Furniture are made of light wood. Has lots of pillows on her bed. There's a tall shelf with filled with all kinds of books about medicine and notes. Next to it lay stacks of books as well. Her desktop doesn't look much different. Crowded with notes, papers, a few open and marked books. Her coat is always thrown over her chair or on her bed. Her room is not exactly tidy. Under her bed she hides her romance novels.

Carmilla: filled with antique furniture. She has a rather large room with a large bed with a canopy. Her room is kept dark. The furniture is made of dark wood and the fabric is made of velvet and is a dark red with elaborate golden patterns. And lots of candles and fancy candle-holders. (like a Coppola's Dracula vibe in a way). There's also a n old family portrait hanging on the wall, she covered with a cloth

Rebecca: a small room with lots of occult objects. Tarot cards, a crystal ball, a skull (real or not is unclear), bones. A herbal scent is in the room, coming from herbal essences she uses. The room is kept dark, since she doesn't really need light. There is a small window though. The walls are lined with chiffon.

Adara: bigass room. Luxurious is understated. The walls and floor are made of marble. The ceiling is lined with artistic gold decorations, like floral and sea shell pieces. A chandelier with glittering crystals hangs from the ceiling. Tall clear windows are on the wall and lead to the balcony and view on the elaborate garden. On the balcony are vases with plants in regular spacing. The room is very light, thanks to the windows and also the white marble and overall ivory and pearlescent colours. Otherwise the room is symmetrical furnished. A very large bed is in the middle in front of the wall to the balcony. The bed is covered with silken bed sheets. Suggestive marble statues, alternated by marble vases in antique design with green plants, are in front of the walls.

Dahlia: very tidy. Everything has its place. Their room is middle sized. Not too big, not too small. They like those better and don't need a huge room. They have a few shelves with books, all sorted after year of publication, genre and author in order of alphabet. Books mean a lot to them, but they also have a tailor's dummy with their favourite outfit for special occasions presented in a pretty spot in their room.

Célestin: depends on where or rather with who he stays. The room in Carmilla’s mansion he stays in, is filled with books of plays, scripts, and clothes. The room decorated with flowers and scented candles.

Enzio: his room is rather small and rather humbly furnished. A desktop on which are stacks of empty paper and paper stacks with musical pieces he wrote, a bottle of ink and feather for writing, a candle-holder, dried wax from the candle, that dripped down onto the wooden surface, and dog-eared books. The furniture is homemade, but it fulfils ist purpose. His violin lies safe and sound in a fitted costum-made case.

Valère: pretty much like Bigby's room from TWAU

49. If they could have an extinct animal for a pet, what would they have? (Used the german names, dince looking up the english names was annoying)

 Amalia: Celtic Hound

Carmilla: Kaplöwe

Rebecca: Titanoboa

Adara: Europäischer Jaguar

Dahlia: Wandertaube

Célestin: Thaltan Bear Dog (smol doggo)

Enzio: Russian Retriever

Valère: Panthera blytheae (sieht dem Schneeleoparden ähnlich)

 70. What do you, the creator of this OC, like most about them?

 Amalia: period lady swordfighters are the best. Also a physician who (probably) becomes a vampire. She also has that gentlemanly attitude.

Carmilla: it's fun to write her! She's proud and kinda moody, but still an elegant lady. Also I like that she kinda has that bored vampire in need of something interesting-vibe (that's what she appears like to me at times). But also she is in a golden cage and is still hoping for true freedom, even if one wouldn't suspect it. Lots of great angst quality.

Rebecca: I like their design a lot. Greek stylistic, flowy dresses and snake jewelries are just neat. And her occultism and ghosts are pretty neat.

Adara: she's an aesthetic and a queen!

Dahlia: they are pretty independent, rational thinking and intelligent (which I fear a bit, because writing a good intelligent character is not easy), which I think is neat. They go their way, although they might be a bit too proud at some points. I like their design a lot too.

Célestin: he's the easiest to write, I'd say

Enzio: I like that he's kind, gentle and mature, but still anxious and doesn't like to put himself into the spotlight (because same). Also I love that whole orphic philosophy, which I took a lot of inspiration from (this just a sophisticated way of saying Oprheus is pretty much the inspiration for him). He's someone I'd like to be friends with in rl.

Valère: he's pretty much the most developed character so far, which is also thanks to a certain friend (Thank you! For real). He also has great angst. Oh so much angst. He's also sort of versatile, not just dead serious. Also his way of speech gives a lot of opportunities for pretty phrased insults, so I'm excited for that. Also again that golden cage and freedom motive.

 97. Have you ever drawn them before? If you are comfortable with it, would you post a picture?

 Yes, I have, but I don't feel quite comfortable yet. Sorry!

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Starlit Houseplants

(A/N A plan boy space boy AU. Phil hasn’t likes boys before in this AU. DnP live in apartments across from each other.)

warnings: none

Lonely, it was a Saturday night. Phil was walking around his apartment taking care of his houseplants. Phil lived alone in an old brick apartment building. On both sides of his apartment building were two others that more or less looked the same. He walked up to one of his plants that was sitting on the windowsill. It was an African violet in a small pot. He picked up a watering can that was sitting on the ground below the window and carefully dripped water beneath the fuzzy leaves. As soon as he watered the small plant, it seemed to perk up at his touch. Phil tended to have that effect on plants.

“I’m glad your happy,” he murmured, softly smiling, “I wonder what you’re thinking.” Phil suddenly realized he was talking to his plant. “Probably that Phil needs friends, seeing as he’s literally talking to a plant,” Phil said too, referring to himself in the third person and laughing.

Is was dark and calm outside. No cars rushing around, no people. Phil stood there for a moment admiring his plant in the peaceful moonlight until something else caught his attention. Out his window, sitting on the windowsill of the apartment building next from his, he could just barely see a dark figure. He squinted his eyes and adjusted his glasses, he could now see that the figure was curly headed boy who was wearing an oversized jumper. He seemed to be staring at the night sky. Phil considered for a moment if he should say hello or just walk away but decided it would be nice to get to know his kind-of neighbor.

Phil noticed the fire escapes on both of their buildings were connected by a horizontal ladder. He moved his violet carefully from the windowsill to the coffee table and quietly opened the window. A cold burst of air blew past him as it opened.

“Hi!” Phil called to the stranger sitting on the window.

The boy seemed to be in shock at first, almost falling off his window. He steadied himself again and replied, “Oh-um hi!”

“I’m your neighbor!” Phil said.

“I could tell,” Dan replied, chuckling.

“What’s your name?” Phil asked.

“Oh, I’m Dan,” the boy replied smiling a bit, “What’s yours?”

“I’m Phil! Why are you out on the windowsill tonight?” Phil asked tilting his head curiously at the curly headed boy.

“Oh, I’m just admiring the stars,” Dan murmured, looking up at the sky.

“That’s nice..”

Dan seemed to get lost looking at the sky before he turned his attention back to Phil. “Hey, why don’t you come out on the fire escape and look with me?”

“I um, I’m not sure about that..” Phil said looking down at the ground far below.

“It’s not dangerous, there’s a perfectly safe ladder for you to cross right there,” Dan assured, pointing at the ladder.

Phil considered carefully what to do. He thought the act of climbing across to be dangerous, but then Dan’s eyes caught his. They were dark, so dark it was hard to make out the color, but Phil could tell they were somewhat brown with specks of gold. Just like stars. He thought. Dan’s eyes seemed so trusting and gentle.

“Er-Okay..” Phil agreed.

Phil didn’t know why he trusted this person he literally just met, but he did. Dan smiled, pleased at Phil’s decision. Phil carefully climbed out his window, onto the fire escape, and then onto the ladder. He went slowly across it until he reached the other side. Dan adjusted his position so he could hold out his arm for Phil to grab onto. Phil wrapped his arm around Dan’s and jumped off the ladder onto Dan’s fire escape. As he jumped off, Dan caught Phil in his arms. Phil blushed, looking up at the slightly taller boy. Up close Phil could see that Dan had adorable freckles on his cheeks and nose. He is really quite cute. Phil thought. Wait did I just think that?

“H-hi,“ Phil stuttered, stepping away from Dan’s grip.

“Hi,” Dan replied, smiling sweetly. He sat on the windowsill, leaving a space for Phil, “Sit here.”

Phil sat next to Dan and looked up at the sky. It was a clear night, and there were many stars in the sky.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Dan said in a quiet voice.

Phil nodded. “What do you like to do for fun?” He asked trying to make small talk.

“Well, I like to write sometimes…or study Constellations,” Dan replied, “What do you like to do for fun?”

“I like to care for plants or draw silly little doodles.”

“Plants? Like house plants?” Dan asked curiously

“Yeah, I have lots of them,” Phil replied laughing.

They stayed silent for a few minutes.

Phil was shivering a bit, and Dan noticed.

“Are you cold?”

“Yeah..a bit but it’s fine,” Phil replied.

“Do you want to borrow a jumper?” Dan offered, “It would be easier than going back to your place.”

“Uh, if that’s okay,” Phil asked.

“Yeah of course,” Dan said as he opened his window and climbed in.

He reappeared a few moments later with a black jumper. It had No Face from spirited away on it which phil thought was pretty cute.

“Here,” Dan said, handing the jumper to Phil.

Phil pulled it on over his pale green teeshirt. It was soft and warm.

“Thanks.”

“No problem,” Dan replied.

They sat there staring at the sky for a while. Somehow, during that while, their hands had moved closer together. Phil’s eyes widened as Dan held his hand gently. Dan blushed looking over at Phil.

“Is this okay? If you’re not comfortable with this we don’t have to…” Dan trailed off looking down.

Phil held Dan’s hand in return, interlacing their fingers “No it’s fine… it’s nice actually,“ He replied, shyly blushing, “My hands were a bit cold.”

Dan smiled, “I agree.”

Their attention turned back to the night sky. “The sky is really beautiful tonight,” Phil commented, “It looks like your eyes actually.”

Dan laughed, “It’s true. My eyes do resemble the night sky. I’ve always felt drawn to space, the great unknown. It’s terrifying but also beautifully mysterious at the same time.”

Phil nodded, “Is that why you wear galaxy colored clothes?”

“Yeah, my room is also full of space themed stuff.”

“That’s cool.”

“I’m glad I met you,” Dan said suddenly, “You’re so quirky and fun to talk to.”

a blush dusted Phil’s cheeks. “I’m glad I met you too,” He agreed, “You’re so cool and mysterious.”

Dan laughed and pushed Phil’s shoulder playfully.

After a while longer of staring at the sky in silence, Phil started to get tired. He yawned a few times before he finally said, “It’s getting late. I think I should go home.”

Dan let go of Phil’s hand. He was almost sad to let it go. “I understand. I hope I get to see you again soon.”

“That’s likely to happen as I’m literally only a ladder away,” Phil pointed out giggling.

“That’s true.” Dan agreed “can I come over to your place tomorrow?” He asked

Phil smiled “yeah that’s fine”

Dan smiled back at Phil “it’s a date?” “I mean it’s a meeting- uh not a date..u-unless you want it to be?”

“Well I don’t know if it counts as a date since we’re just going to be at my apartment..but yeah” Phil laughed

Phil climbed back across the ladder to his fire escape, and then back into his apartment. Dan did the same.

“Goodnight,” Dan called.

“Goodnight.” Phil replied before closing his window.

That’s was unexpected, but so sweet, Phil thought. He was glad he decided to water his violet at that moment. It had led him to an adorable boy called Dan. Wait,adorable? Phil hadn’t really thought a boy was cute before… that was new, let alone have a crush on one. Most of his life, Phil preferred to have friends and was never really interested in dating. He’d had a girlfriend but that was when he was much younger. The only reason he dated that girl was they were good friends, and Phil didn’t want to say no to her asking him out. In any case Phil liking dan was new and a bit scary.

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After Phil was in his bed about to sleep the curly haired space boy entered his mind. Phil trusted him so easily. Was that a bad thing? How could it be? Dan was so sweet, he even let Phil borrow his jumper. Oh my god his jumper! Phil thought. I’m still wearing it. Phil figured he would return the jumper next time he saw Dan, which would probably be tomorrow. He closed his eyes, sleep taking over. That night, Phil dreamed the most wonderful dreams, mostly about Freckles and Constellations. (A/N see what I did there)

(A/N hope you’re exited for part two)

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Space Cadet: Part One

A/N: Chris Beck has to be one of my favorite of Seb’s characters. I cant wait to play with him. Be ready for a healthy dose of Beck sass next chapter.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Crude vocabulary. Lot’s of cursing. Mentions of underage drinking.

Summary: Y/N, a plus size English major, has had full possession of Chris Beck’s heart since freshman year when he caught her doodling constellation’s on her notes. Of course, he’s been too chicken-shit to do anything about it over the years. When a dorm party and a handful of eclectic friends bring them together, what’s the worst that could happen? They don’t say you discover your self in college for nothing!

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The semester had only begun weeks ago and the university was buzzing with the energy that came with the starting of a new school year. The golden rays of summer we’re fading fast- lost to the dozens of syllabus’ and class reading lists. You had already found yourself immersed in your classes, deciding to take them on head first. You we’re going to finish out your senior year strong, you’d decided. That way when you started grad school next year you’d have a one up. If you wanted to be a serious journalist, and fuck that was all you wanted, you we’re going to have to commit. Hard.

You we’re still waitressing at one of the cafe’s on campus, like you had been since sophomore year. Yeah, it could be a drag but most days going to work was the high light of your day. Because no where else could you spend hours upon hours bullshitting with your co-workers.

Who just so happened to be your best friends.

“You cant be serious”

You look up from the table your wiping down, chuckling at Adrienne’s incredulous tone. The tall blond had her cropped hair tied back in a half knot and her thinly manicured eye brows were knitted together as she glared at you.

Adrienne

“I’m tired” You whine before beginning to walk away from her, back towards the bar “I had an eight o’ clock class today! And I’m opening tomorrow”

“Okay, I told you that taking morning classes was a dumb ass idea-”

“They’re the only one’s Professor Vreeland has!” You needed them, Vreeland was renound for his Political Science classes, for delving into real world subjects in a way that no one else at the school did. You’d been on the waiting list for a fucking year! No way you were going to blow it…even if you did have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn every Tuesday and Thursday to attend them.

“C'mon, Y/N. It’s our Senior year! It’s literally our last year where were going to be able to party, next year I’m going to be balls deep in law school and youre going to be- I don’t know. Like in Uganda or Syria or some other really fucked up war torn country getting the latest scoop-” You cant help but shoot her a look at her crass words. She really was going to make a hell of a lawyer some day “It’s one little dorm party. With the med’s- you know they know how to get down”

Your still not convinced, puckering your lips as you begin to dry a set of cups behind the bar. Med students really did throw some of the best parties- Eh, you still remembered the burning that had come with puking vodka through your nose a few years back.

“Okay, why the stank face?” Rafa says as he comes up from behind you, giving your cheek a quick poke. He’d been working back in the kitchen, his curly mane was contained by a hair net and you had a fleeting suspicion that the gloss he had on his lips was yours. Huh, so there’s where your NARS Turkish Delight had gone!

Rafa

“She’s trying to figure out if she’s going to be a total fun sponge and ditch us tonight or not” Adrienne explains as she refills Ketchup bottles, and the two of them share a look.

“Uh uh, Bitch. You have to come” Rafa demands sassily “You can not be sitting up in that apartment of yours watching re runs of Scandal every night of your life. It’s not healthy. When’s the last time you actually went out?”

“When’s the last time you actually got laid?” Adrienne teases, chuckling to her self and you throw a straw at her.

“Not that long ago, you rude cunt!” You snap, but you know they’re right. Jesus, how long had it been since you’d had sex? Eight months? A year?…

“I can see you doing timetables in your head, baby girl. And you haven’t gotten any since that one guy, what did we call him, again?” He wracks his brain and Adrienne let out a peel of laughter “Asian persuasion?”

“He was one fine ass motherfucker. Total jock tool, but hot as hell” Adrienne adds on and you put your hand over your face for a moment. They really were awful people. Who we’re your closest confidants…so what did that say about you?

“Oh my god, stop”

“I know you want to go so stop being annoying and just agree already”

You sigh, knowing you were fighting a losing battle. Once your friends got something in their heads, there was no stopping them. You’d learned that first hand over the years.

“We’re going to get dr-uuuu-nk” Adrienne sings as she goes to greet a few customers that had just taken one of the tables in her area.

“Yay” Rafa does a happy little jig, making his way back to the kitchen, after one of the other cooks cusses at about how running his trap wasn’t going to get him paid, with a roll of his eyes and a string of curses in broken Spanglish. “Text me what your going to wear!”

“Come over after and help me choose? I’ll let you raid my jewelry bin” You cajole pleadingly. He had one of the best senses of style you’d ever encountered and he always managed to find shit in the back of your closet that you would never think to wear and make them look like they’d been pulled off the cat walk.

“And your makeup collection?”

“Of course!”

“Done. See you later, baby cakes. You better put your big girl panties on cause were getting lit tonight”

You cant deny that through the rest of the duration of work, your excited for the night to come. Even if you would be dead tired in the morning. You should get to go have some fun, shouldn’t you? Even if it did come in the form of a sloppy dorm party. ————————————–

And a sloppy dorm party it was.

Honestly, if you’ve been to one, you’ve been to them all because the scene that unfolds infront of you is familiar and your nose scrunches in unamusement. You must be getting old because you just weren’t…impressed. By the crowds of people who smelled like they were drinking lighter fluid. The dim, poor, lighting of the room their causes their shadows to dance in a way that seemed almost ritualistic. The group of freshman doing beer stands in the corner-

“You want a shot, Y/N?” You snap back to reality, your attention focusing on the scene at hand. The one where Adrienne and Rafa are throwing down shots with a familiar face.

“Eh” You throw a face and your head tilts as Gregg thrusts a bottle of- “I’m not really into gin”

Gregg

While your friends insist that your the lamest person in the world, Gregg good naturedly tells you that it’s “All cool”, like the genuinely decent golden boy he was. Him with his high cheekbones and his gorgeous deep complexion, and the harem of girls that seemed to trail after him. You’d never joined the fan club, but you could and did appreciate beauty. He was a fine son of a bitch.

A little too JFK for you, but still.

He could honestly run for congress- be the next sec of state or something. But he was going into Neurosurgery, which you guess was fitting enough. He couldn’t give Field of Dream’s esque speeches to patients who were under heavy anesthesia with their domes split down the middle though, could he?

You carry a conversation with him easily, the laughter and drinks flowing. He even gets you to take a shot of the Bombay that tastes like how your grandpa’s closet smells. Of course Adrienne flirts with him shamelessly(don’t hold it against her, guys. That’s her natural disposition: she could charm the pants off of just about anyone, could make Hugh Heffner blush) and you start to stray away, not wanting to be a third wheel because where the fuck had Rafa gone? He always ghosted at parties. You knew you’d probably find him where you found a bong.

“You should go find Beck” Gregg advises and you cant help but perk up a little at the mention. You liked Chris- liked his reclusive nature. His sarcastic bite. He’d been your honorary study buddy all of freshman year. You’d spend hours cramming with him, tucked away in the library… but you hadn’t talked to him in months.

“Chris is here?”

Gregg chuckles knowingly. Knowing of what…you don’t know.

“Yeah. He’s around here somewhere. Go convince him to come drink with us!”

You pretend your not seeking out Chris Beck as you navigate your way through the party, but you search for a head of curly brown locks and a deep, dimpled half grin.

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Okay, this is just an intro, my Astro babies. I wanted to give you all a little tester taste. How do you like it? Yas? No? Maybe so? Leave me some feedback and expect another chapter soon! Oh and please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in this one!

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all your colors start to burn

this is a mess and an au no one needs until they see it, well at least me and two (2) other people

im sure it’s very obvious how much i wanted to stab myself while writing it since i have not been able to write recently, but welp this had to happen so dont really expect any miracles or proofreading lol

all your colors start to burn

Luna takes deep breath and pushes the door slightly, blessing the fact that it’s not that heavy. She looks around immediately and it’s dark, but not this creepy dark, it’s actually nice and despite all the creeps the whole idea gives her, she is set on doing this. She stops when the door behind her closes with small thump and she can only look around. 

There are drawings hanging on black walls in some order; it’s like lowkey mess, but somehow it’s logical, silver frames are all the same, no matter if the picture is bigger or smaller. All of them are black and white, there is no color and it’s intimidating Luna since she’s not used to lack of it, the longer she watches the drawings, the more intense they get. Music in the background is sure, powerful and completely not Luna’s style. The guitar is too harsh just like the singing voice, yet the melody makes it bearable and that’s all she needs right now.

Someone clears their throat and she looks towards the counter. It’s not that high, but there’s a guy sitting by it and watching her intently. Luna is speechless in a second, all her courage decides to leave by tiny gap under the door. She sees a black t-shirt, too big, too loose for him, but that seems to be done on purpose. The collar is weirdly worn, like it has survived too many careless takings off and yet the guy still makes it look good. His arms are completely covered with ink; one is big geometric theme while the other has some smaller singular tattoos, Luna can even see few constellations there and some letters, but they are unreadable from this distance.

Dark eyes scan her continuously with this weird glint from under the glasses before he smiles lazily, and chuckles shaking his head softly and making his short curls bounce with grace. He bites on the pencil and leans his chin on his hand still grinning, and suddenly Luna feels like an alien in this light sundress, surrounded by black.

The guy lets out small, soft sigh and asks her with completely careless tone. “Did you get lost, miss?”  

She pouts and approaches him, stopping by the counter and trying to focus on not staring at him. He looks even more interesting when he is close, but that’s not a point here.

“No. I’m not lost,” she just says, hoping it sounded surely, but his smile widens up and she feels like a kid trying to buy a wine.

“Then what made you enter this very dark place, hm?” he points at her with his chin and Luna just blushes. She simply blushes not sure why, this is a mess and she just came here for a reason with set goal.

“Listen,” she starts, resting her hands on the counter and her fingers automatically proceed to nervous fidgeting. The guy chuckles at this. “Come on, calm down. I won’t bite you despite the fact I may look like that.” Luna just rolls her eyes.

“I want a tattoo, obviously.”

He snorts. “Is your mom okay with that?” She opens her mouth wide, completely offended, but tries to chill with small breaths. “I’m adult person. And I’m sure you shouldn’t, despite how young I look, make fun of me. That was just rude and disrespectful.”

The guy nods, takes off his glasses and brushes his face with his hand. Luna keeps glaring at him, not sure why she even chose this place. Probably because google told her it’s one of the best here, yet it didn’t warn her against asshole tattoo artists.

He sighs dramatically. “I’m sorry. Okay, I believe you, but I’m working here too long to not ask you for ID or whatever. I mean I ask everyone, so that’s just formality now.”

Luna nods and just reaches to her purse for the wallet without saying anything. She places her students ID on the counter and slides it towards him, watching how his fingers take it and how his nose scrunches making his glasses lowkey fall down his nose. He somehow tries to find something for her, of course he does, because he is acting ridiculous since the very moment she entered the place and doesn’t really believe that she’s been done with teen years for few months already.

When he keeps staring at it anxiously Luna just sighs and lowkey throws at him her driver’s license, giving him two more minutes before she will turn away and leave to some other place. He looks at her and smiles sheepishly, reaching his hand to his nape to scratch it slightly and showing another part of his covered in ink arm by the way. Luna hopes she won’t be forced to leave; if any part of the drawings on the walls is his and he made projects of those he has on his arms she actually thinks he won’t fuck up her small one, besides she would be able to stare at him and this doesn’t require him talking.

Eventually, he sends her another awkward look. “Okay. I’m sorry for being rude. I promise I will be nice now.”

Luna sighs. “Are you having this conversation with every short girl entering this place?” He shakes his head softly, apparently he likes to does it no matter if he’s denying something or is just amused.

“Not really.” He shrugs biting the pencil again and looking at her while Luna just counts the time, wondering if she can leave already or that would be mean. She opens her mouth to just thank him and go, but the very same second he takes a paper and scribbles Luna’s name in the left upper corner.

“I see you really wanna go so I gotta hurry up. Is it gonna be your first tattoo?” Suddenly he turns serious and focused, but she waits for the moment when he gets easy and flirty again.

“Yes, yes.” She just answers and he hums, fixing his sit on the chair a little. “Well then, I think it should be small one, I mean it’s your tattoo so you can decide, but first time you’re not really used to the fact that it can hurt.”

Luna nods resting her elbows on the counter and zones out while looking at her name on the paper until she wakes up when he asks something. “What?”

He smiles at her lazily, once again and she notices this lovely, soft dimple in his left cheek. “Questions, do you have any questions before we start figuring out how to ink you?”  

She loses like half of her chill when he says that with this careless, low voice that makes her shiver and Luna guesses that if he can make fun of her, she can too.

“I have like one, is there something you just don’t do? Also just tell me your name, because it’s weird that you know mine and I don’t know yours.”

He chuckles fixing the glasses on his nose as they keep falling. “My name is Matteo and thanks for reminding about that, I’m just… lowkey distracted today. Sorry again.” She smiles softly when he messes his hair and continues. “I don’t really tattoo in color, I guess it doesn’t work for me. Why?”

Luna pretends to be very disappointed. “Oh, that’s sad. So my dreams of this big, red dragon on my back will have to wait.”

Matteo stares at her frozen as if she already had the red dragon on her face and she just keeps the look until he blinks surprised. Now she’s not able to stop herself and she snorts. “I was joking, don’t worry. I want just tiny sun tattooed. No colors.”

He lets out small breath of relief making her giggle at this, and starts doodling something, probably her sun. “Where do you want to have it?”

“On the left side, on the ribs, I guess.” Luna just shrugs, still not sure if left or right.

Matteo hisses, biting on his lower lip. “Oh baby, that’s gonna really hurt you,” he mumbles and she pouts a little ignoring the way he just called her. “How much?”

“I don’t know how to describe it, but let’s just say that very, very much. You shouldn’t get first tattoo in such place.” His lips move into thin line and she sighs. “But it will be small so will it really be that bad?”

“You really want it to be there, don’t you?” Matteo looks at her with cute smile and she can’t really do anything except smiling back and nodding. “Okay then,” he sighs raising his hands up, as if he’s giving up. “we can try, it’s your pain, not mine after all.” Luna rolls her eyes but takes it. “When can it be, like the date?”

“That’s a good question you are asking me here, wait a second,” he says reaching for the calendar, letting Luna appreciate the muscles by the way, and flips through it for a moment. “How about Saturday in two weeks, 9 AM?”

She hums, trying to remember if she has anything to do at this time, but it’s Saturday so no uni, it’s morning so no work yet. “Yeah, yes this works. I should give you my number now, right?”

Matteo chuckles, “you are a straightforward one, I see. Anyway, yes. Your number.” She scrunches her nose, but just gives it to him, and when he closes the notebook he pulls the chair from behind him and smirks. “Come on, we gotta figure out your sun so it’s pretty and hurts the least possible, am I wrong?”

She checks the time on her phone before entering the place ten minutes to nine and almost bumps into tall guy with curly hair. He frowns at her confused, but steps aside, so she can get into without a problem.

“Um, hi,” Luna mumbles, not sure what else to do.

He frowns even more, but chills few seconds later. “Do you need anything?” This is much better welcome than last time she was here. He is wearing a simple, white tshirt, which is contrasting with the whole place so much, Luna feels it almost fresh. One of his forearms is tattooed plus she can see some black ink peeking from under his tshirt on his nape.

“I was, you know-” she starts rambling and stuttering, suddenly all messy. “The tattoo- nine am, Matteo-”

The guy snorts softly shaking his head and making Luna wonder if it’s not annoying that his hair is hitting his face all the time. He raises his arms and crosses them on top of his head, lowkey flexing the muscles. “Balsano!,” he yells, “hurry up your ugly ass, your sungirl is here.”

Luna almost chokes, not sure why but this seems ridiculous as hell. One, the fact that she was called a sungirl, and two, maybe she didn’t see Matteo’s ass last time, but she is sure it’s not any close to ugly.

She blushes with her thoughts, but the same second she hears loud-quiet ‘What?’ from some other room in the place, and the curly guy standing next to her rolls his eyes. Luna sighs and just mumbles: “It’s okay, I am too early anyway. I can wait here.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to carry him to you so he can pretty-tattoo you?” The guy frowns again and she giggles, because it seems like he likes to frown, or many things are ridiculous to him.

The brunette smiles and nods softly, extending her hand and hoping it’s not weird or some shit. “I’m Luna actually. Luna.” She repeats, so he doesn’t call her any names anymore.

He takes her hand and his sure grip distracts her a little while she is wondering if he works here; if yes it’s probably a rule in this place that weird, edgy and hot guys work here only.

“I’m Ramiro, this is my actual name, no matter what Balsano tells you.” He mentions is probably Matteo and Luna hums, not sure again what to do now. Ramiro seems to notice that she is uncomfy and points at the couch by one of the walls. “Sit there if you can and wait, he is cleaning the stuff after last person, so it should be all ready for 9.”

She smiles at him again and he sends her quick wink before disappearing in the other room. When it’s like two minutes before nine she hears footsteps, what makes her raise her eyes towards the counter just to see Matteo checking his phone by the counter. After that he looks at her finally, she feels like she has waited two centuries before he finally moves his dark look to her and smirks. He looks really, really good in this red tshirt, and Luna is a mess.

Matteo brushes together his hands. “Are you ready?”

The brunette nods and gets up, checking if she has her phone in back pocket, before approaching him not being able to smile. “I wouldn't really say that I'm ready, but I'm the most ready I could be, I guess.”

He chuckles softly. “Sure thing. Don't you have anyone to hold your hand or something?” Luna sighs shaking her head and staring at him as he is eyeing her up and down slowly.

“I hope I don't look like underage today,” she pouts at his immediate smirk and shakes her head.

“Oh come on, everyone sometimes does something dumb.”

She crosses her arms and makes slightly bitter face, not sure why but wanting to banter with him just a little longer. “They say well begun is half done, don’t they?” Matteo looks down after snorting softly and Luna feels definitely better. He wants to say something, but someone interrupts them.

“Not that I wanna cut in, but I think we all are ready. Balsano, champion, she is as pretty as you said, but chill your storm in your teacup.” Ramiro rolls his eyes and claps his hands few times before he leaves again.

Luna feels how her cheeks get warm, not sure what to focus on right now. On the fact that Matteo said that she was pretty; or at least told the other guy about her, or on his face which seems lowkey awkward now and she actually finds it cute.

He sighs and looks at her. “Let’s go.”

She follows him into the other room, the one where Ramiro disappeared before and she notices immediately that it’s as black as the earlier one, with the difference that there is bright, white light everywhere. It almost blinds her, but she manages to look around. The drawings are present here as well, in the same frames and it’s super weird; owner of this place is either a psycho or someone who loves silver frames. Or both.

Matteo goes to the desk with all weird tattoo stuff Luna has no idea how to name since she’s never really cared about tattoos before. Now she just wants to have one and keep not caring, because it’s very easier, and all this shit seems complicated. After very dramatic putting on the gloves he turns to her with small paper with her sun and looks at her seriously, yet with tiny sparkle of amusement in his eyes. “This is the one, isn’t it?”

Luna nods. “This exactly. I thought we were sure last time I was here.” He hums softly. “Yes, but I have to make sure that you are sure. Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“It is gonna stay there forever.” It feels like he is trying to break her with his look, but she doesn’t want to give up here. It’s her forever.

She shrugs. “That’s what I want here, if I wanted to play I would have gone to get henna.” Her eye-roll apparently entertaining him and Luna wonders if he ever gets annoyed by something else than Ramiro.

“Okay, so where exactly are we making it?” Matteo hums with small smirk, asking her softly, and Luna can only ride her tshirt up. He is completely casual about that what makes sense, he makes tattoos on people daily so what’s a part of skin? She points at the small area on her ribs on left side, which would be just under the bra line, if only she had a bra today. He smiles and presses the design to her skin and slowly leads her towards this one big mirror on the wall. She looks at the reflection with tiny hum and rests her fingers to his hand, moving it a little more to her side instead of her front.

“Here.”

Matteo nods and takes the design away. “Well, sit down, or I would recommend lying down as comfy as you are. And take your tshirt somehow, so it won’t fall or interrupt during the process, you know what I mean.”

The mirror covers almost whole wall and she stares at the reflection of the entire room. Matteo adjusted this weird, comfy chair so she could lie down no matter how weird it felt, plus he sat down behind her so now she can see him all. Her hair she pulled in the high ponytail before leaving the home got slightly messy, but it still doesn’t really mess with anything. She tied her tshirt few centimeters above the place of her tattoo, the only way to keep it up without it being weird.

Matteo seems to be focused, which means no flirty comments, or smirks or even dumb smiles which is not that reassuring and Luna guesses she will probably die or, at the very best, pass out here. He’s done all shit to prepare her skin for the tattooing itself, telling her all about whatever he was doing and it was calming her down. Now he is quiet and she is this tiny ball of nerves, regretting not bringing Simón here (not that she would want to come here with him and let someone think they are any couply) or someone else who would at least talk to her and distract.

He takes this weird thingy which second later ends up being a weird needle; not that Luna is scared of them, but somehow she is stressed about this very needle, which will probably hurt like a bitch. Luna keeps watching his hands and trying to chill and hating on this whole situation so much.

“Can you talk to me?” She ends up asking and he smiles at her with little frown as he reaches for the machine. “What do you want me to talk then?”

“I don’t know. Whatever, just distract me.”

Matteo chuckles putting the needle into the machine and sighs. “Don’t worry, we will try to not kill you today.” Luna gives him concerned look in the mirror between throwing glances at his hands, because the speed of his fingers in such a simple action surprises her more than anything today, what makes him only more amused. “But really, I will be as gentle as I can, so it will hurt less than it would if the curly ass tattooed you.”

He takes the jelly from the desk and applies it on her skin with slow moves, Luna focuses on it and sighs. “How much can I trust you in this?”

“I have been making tattoos for like 5 years, so I had enough time to practice how to hurt people less.” She giggles at this and he stops her from moving with his hand on her waist. “Okay now we gotta focus.”

The brunette bites on her lower lip when he wipes the jelly off his gloves with paper towel and takes the tattoo machine with sure grip. “Now we are calm, we don’t move and we have to breathe normally. Okay?”

She likes the way he talks to her. With this soft voice while looking at her and no matter what he would be saying, she would still like that and embrace it completely. She has to force herself to focus on what he is talking to her, not how he is doing that and that’s actually difficult after him using we instead of you, and Luna feels more reassured than scared right now, so maybe it won’t be that bad.

Matteo explains her why he used the jelly and how the whole machine works, which Luna is impossibly grateful for, before reminding her to breathe once again. Then, he turns on the machine; the sound is lowkey annoying and she’s not sure if she will be able to hear him if she wants to ask something, but well, they will see that.

She turns her head back to look at him, and he just winks at her. “Don’t worry, it’s just a tiny needle. It can’t really hurt you, just sting and annoy and try to focus on the annoying part. Plus we are just outlining here, no shading or coloring so that won’t be long.”

This weird noise isn’t the best thing to listen to, but could be worse and it could be louder so Luna doesn’t complain. Matteo smiles at her as he takes single paper towel sheet and sighs. “Ready?”

She nods and the needle touches her skin.

“And no long baths, no swimming pools or anything like this. Just don’t let it get wet, okay?” He asks while finishing bandaging her skin and Luna tries to take a breath; doesn’t really hurt so that’s a success she guesses. She can only nod at that, because it stings. It stings like a bitch and she has no idea how long it will keep stinging, but she can’t find any words to ask Matteo about that.

The only thing Luna is able to do it thinking of his soft hands making sure that all her side with tattoo is safe and covered, and later watching him how he gets rid of the ink, and the needle, and everything he used with her. He gets up, still talking, and takes off the black gloves in swift motion before throwing them into trash carelessly.

“If it, by some accident or whatever, gets infected, just go to the doctor. You will get antibiotics and it shouldn’t be that bad.” She smiles softly; he seems to be rambling like this. Maybe he tells that to everyone, but the light tone of his voice seems to be somehow unusual and little faster than the very first time she had talked to him.

Matteo washed his hands twice before going back to her and frowning a bit. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m good.” And she actually is, not sure if she can get up without her knees shaking, but decides to try and, fortunately, her legs don’t give up.

“You are pale.” He pouts a little and Luna shakes her head. “It’s nothing, I’m great really. Ar you always so protective over people who you sting with needles?” She asks teasingly, with intention of changing the topic, and he catches it.

“No, no. I’m trying to be nice, because I don’t want you to faint on your way home and sue me, of course.” Obviously.

The brunette giggles, still looking at him. “So you know that one can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar? Next time you should start being nice as soon as you see someone entering the studio.”

Matteo’s eyes almost light up in amusement. “Maybe, but I am neither honey nor vinegar. And you definitely aren’t a fly, my dear.” Despite his words, his voice does feel seems like sweet, warm honey and she can’t get out of his little charm for few seconds, until he speaks again. “Besides, we all make mistakes and I’ve seen too many cases of girls looking older than you while being younger than you, so don’t judge me, please.” He sighs, looking around. “I would love to stay and chat more, but I gotta clean around and you probably have someone to show your pretty tattoo to. Are you sure you remember all stuff you gotta do and not do with this?” He asks raising his eyebrow and Luna nods slightly few times.

“Perfect then. If you ever decide you want another one or something, I will give you some discount. Just remember to mention me or the curly head if there is someone else.” He says nodding his head at the back.

The brunette sends him a smile. “Thanks. That sounds nice. And I guess next time will be in some place that won’t hurt like hell.”

“That’s a very great idea. See you around then. Soon, I hope.” He winks at her and she nods confused, trying to hide her blush, and turns around, walking towards the exit and feeling his eyes softly curling around her body. It feels weird, but she somehow likes it and doesn’t really look back.

Luna takes deep breath and opens the door with small push, knowing already she doesn’t need to use more strength and smiles to herself. Matteo is drawing again, too focused this time to notice her until she rests her elbow on the counter. He raises his eyes at her and smirks slightly.

“Already want new one? That was quicker than I thought.”

The brunette shakes her head softly and her hair tickles her cheeks. “Not really. At least today. Today I want something else.”

[cas-backwards-tie]

Hi, may I have a ship? I'm 5'2 with long brown curly hair + a pair shaped body. I love to dance, sing, write, doodle, and do anything involving the ocean. I can't handle too large of crowds because of anxiety, and it's silly but I kinda dislike my nose. I'm usually the mom friend as far as comfort and advice goes, and I cherish the small amount of friend I do have. I can be a bit too loud when I'm excited, and I'm told I can be funny when I'm in a comfortable setting. Thank you for your time!

This was really hard for me… I think it was because I was listening to music when I was trying to decide, so now I turned it off xD

I ship you with Dick Grayson

I ship you with Dick Grayson because though you may have anxiety, and you may be boisterously loud and funny when you’re excited, overall you seem to have a calm essence to you. Which is something that Dick needs in his life.

Dick loves your curves, and he loves that you enjoy dancing, as he does too. Dick doesn’t mind singing with you, especially if it’s Disney songs, and he loves to watch you doodle while drinking (your favorite drink), in your guys’ window seat. Dick once asked you to make him a small doodle, so that he could bring it to sit on his desk at Bludhaven Police Department. Dick wouldn’t have a photo of you on his desk due to the fact that criminals pass through all the time and if they caught a glimpse of you then it could potentially cause problems in the future.

Bludhaven is further inland than Gotham, which is unfortunate as you love the ocean, however, Dick makes it a habit to usually go for a day, or the weekend to the beach in Gotham and then afterward visit the Manor and his family. You guys love to spend the weekends on the beach, especially when his family comes to join (though they can’t always as they’re quite busy too). 

Dick understands your anxiety in crowds, but he hasn’t really experienced it himself. Dick loves attention, but is cognizant of your feelings and mood when at galas. Considering this fear, Dick usually takes over when talking to people, trying not to force you into the conversation unless you want to. Adding onto this, Dick uses the excuse that- he didn’t do it enough as a teenager, so he’s doing it now- when he decides to skip a gala to stay at home or go on a simple date with you, again, keeping this anxiety in mind. 

Knowing full well what it’s like to be the ‘Mom’ friend, or, I suppose in Dick’s case it’s the ‘Dad’ friend, or ‘Older Brother’ friend? Either way, Dick completely understands! Dick knows that when you’re that person, you often times put others before yourself, and Dick likes to make sure you don’t forget about yourself. Dick constantly tries to etch in your mind that your nose is not ugly, too big or too small, it’s just right for your face… kind of like Goldilocks (not too big, or small, but just right). Whether you’re insecure about your hair, nose or pear-shaped body, Dick loves every part of you, and knows he’ll have to give you constant reminders of how he sees you.

Granted, this also goes both ways, which is why your relationship works so well. Dick a lot of times will also forget himself, and do everything to make sure everyone else is okay… but, being the ‘Mom’ friend you, just like Dick, know what it’s like, and so both you and Dick have days where you just spend the day focusing on him, and on his day he focuses on you. You make sure to have lots of pamper days, which is fun because Dick is one of those people who for the most part says “I’ll try anything once”, which you quickly found out through this statement that Dick loves to do face masks with you… and he isn’t against some attention to his nails, often doing each other’s as you show him the best way to do his nails.

Dick loves you so, so much, and he loves to get you excited because he thinks you get kind of silly, which is something he’d love to see more of. Dick loves your humor, and really? What does Dick not love about you? Honestly you and Dick were just meant to be.

Thank you for celebrating 1K Followers with me!

[dontfeelbadimusuallyabouttodie]

Promise You That

AN~ Wow I’ve learnt that I can’t ever write something under a 1000 words... this is so long! I’ve also learned that I would die for JJ Maybank so jot that down. I feel like I could potentially turn this into a series, but idk at the moment. 

Word Count: 2802

Warnings: None, minor swearing 

“You wanna get ready at my house?” Kie asks as she finishes wiping the counters at The Wreck. 

I look up from the napkin that I’d been doodling on for the past hour waiting for her shift to be over.

Kie and I have been friends for a long time, our moms were best friends in college. Some say we were destined to be friends. My parents and I lived a few towns over but have a summer home that we always visit. 

Tonight there’s a charity ball being thrown at the country club and both sets of parents demand our presence. Neither of us were too excited to be going but I needed to get back in my parents good graces and this was as good of time to start.

I’ve always been a good girl. I never snuck out, drank, always got good grades, I was my parents pride and joy. But recently I’ve started to wonder what it would be like to do things that I wanted to do, and not worry about what my parents thought.

I knew that Kie had friends on the other side of the island. She’s always told me stories of their adventures when we were younger, but until this summer, I wasn’t brave enough to go with her.

And man, was I missing out. The Pogues were so different from what I was used to. They were wild, they were fiercely protective of one another, and they knew how to let go and have a good time. Basically everything I had yet to experience. 

Soon I started sneaking out to party with them, I was dancing with Pope on the boat, I drank way too much cheap alcohol at John B.’s house, I even took a few hits off of JJ’s joint. My parents are beyond pissed with me, saying that they don’t know who I’m becoming and if I don’t start shaping up they’ll send me to a reform school.

“Yeah that sounds good. I’ll grab my dress and stuff from my house and head over around 3?” Kie nods and gets back to work and I continue my drawing. We both hear the bell chime as the front door opens. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kie straighten as she greets whoever walked in.

“Oh here comes trouble.” Kie teases. I look up to see who she’s talking to. Three familiar boys walk towards us. 

“I’m deeply offended, where is your manager?” John B. retorts back. 

Kie gives him a sweet smile, “Not here.”

They continue to joke around and I tune it out because something way more interesting has caught my attention. JJ breaks away from the group and unsuspiciously comes over to my stool. My heart kicks up a few paces and I try not to show it. The man is beautiful, anyone who says they aren’t affected by JJ Maybank is a goddamned liar. Especially when he’s fitted in only worn cargo shorts.

“Hey,” Blue eyes trail over my skin and I swear I felt the heat of them.

“Hi, why are you all dressed up?” I try and fail to keep my eyes from roaming over the large expanse of bronzed skin.

JJ smiles and daringly drags a finger down my neck and over the thin strap of my tank. “Just got back from mowing your parents lawn.”

Not trusting myself to speak I hum my response. Another thing that I’ve been keeping from my parents- a thing that would most definitely get me sent to a reform school, is that I’m secretly seeing JJ. 

No one knows, not even Kie. She would kill me, she’s nice enough to introduce me to her group of friends and I go and mack on one of them? Plus we’ve only been seeing each other for a few months, we want to keep it to ourselves before letting people in on it. 

“Kie, I’m starving, can you steal us something from the back?” Whines John B. Kie sighs and folds her arms over her chest.

“You’re lucky no one else is here. Follow me.” She motions for the boys to follow her and they whoop and cheer as they make their way to the kitchen. 

Once JJ and I are alone I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in.

“You look mighty pretty in that dress. Did you wear it for me?’ JJ carefully fingers the fringe of my dress. I recently found out that his favorite color is red so I had been finding ways to incorporate it into every outfit. 

“Maybe.” He braces a hand on my knee, the contact makes me shiver. “So will I be seeing you tonight at the party?” I say offhandedly, playfully tugging on the loops of his shorts.

He drags a hand through his hair, “Maybe, Pope and I were supposed to work it but I might blow it off.” 

I frown, disappointed that he might not see me in the dress. “You have to come! Who else am I supposed to flirt with there? And I want you to see me all pretty.” I pout. 

JJ laughs, then turns serious again. “You look pretty every day. It’s not that I don’t want to see you in your dress. What I don’t want to see is all the Kooks touching and dancing with you.” JJ tries to act like it doesn’t bother him, but I know better. 

“Who said I’d let them dance with me?” I murmur, looking him in the eyes. 

“Ditch with me tonight. You can wear the dress and everything.” I laugh.

“If I wasn’t doing this to suck up to my parents, I would. But I’m trying to get back in their good graces. I’m still technically grounded because of the hickeys you gave me last week.” Giving him a withering look.

I get a slow smile in return. He’s so not sorry for giving me them. “I really didn’t think your mom would notice.”

“We’re in the middle of summer, JJ! What am I supposed to be wearing in North Carolina? A scarf?” 

“How about this?” I start. I glance behind me to make sure that the guys are still in the kitchen. I slide my hands slowly up his sides, dragging my nails along his skin on the way down.

“You come tonight, I won’t dance or let any Kooks touch me, then after a couple of hours we ditch. Everyone wins.”

“What will we do afterwards?” 

I pretend to think for a moment. “I’ll let you help me get out of the dress.” 

If i didn’t have his full attention before I certainly had it now. His posture straightens and his face lights up like a child at Christmas.

“Oh?” He asks excitedly. 

“It really is a two person job.”

“Tell me more about this dress.” JJ licks his lips as he listens to every word I say.

“Well it’s all of your favorite things wrapped into one. First of all, me.” I say cheekily. 

“Off to a great start.”

I whisper softly,“Then it’s a deep red color, it’s tight, and I think this will be your favorite part, it’s got a very high slit.”

JJ’s eyes seemed to have glazed over, I don’t want to try and guess the fantasy he’s conjuring up. 

He’s silent for a long time and I wait for him to say something. “God damn, woman.” He blows a long breath out through his nose. 

“Does that mean you’ll come?” Feeling hopeful, I wiggle in my seat.

Not really looking happy about it but he nods. I give a soft cheer, I forget where we are and reach up to grab his face and kiss him.

Luckily I don’t get too far, the sounds of the gang reentering the dining room, forcing the two of us to put some distance between us. 

“What are you guys doing out here?” John B asks as he and Pope sit down with their food. 

“Nothing, did you get me anything?” JJ says as he steals off of Pope’s plate which starts a lighthearted argument.

I look around and Kie is giving me a weird look. “Well I gotta go, Kie I’ll be at your house later.” I wave everyone goodbye before driving home to pack. 

A little later I head to Kie’s. I respectfully drop into the living room to say hello to her dad before climbing the stairs to Kie’s bedroom. 

Getting ready with Kie was always a fun time. I’m slipping the thin straps of my dress over my shoulders. Kie curled my hair, so thankfully I didn’t have to. I’m smoothing the fabric down while looking at my reflection in the mirror. I had to admit, I looked good and I couldn’t wait for JJ to see me in it. 

“Damn, girl. Where you been hiding all that?” Kie teases as she makes the finishing touches on her makeup. She chose a gorgeous white, strapless dress and styled her curly locks into a half up half down style.

I giggle, blushing at the compliment. “ Stop, oh my god.”

“Are you staying the night?” 

I chew on my bottom lip, I need to ask her to cover for me so I can spend the night with JJ.

“Actually, I was hoping you’d do me a favor.” 

Kie curiously raises an eyebrow and I continue, “If my parents ask, can you tell them I’m staying over here tonight?”

“Where will you really be?” It’s a fair question, but I don’t want to give her the answer.

Kie groans at my silence, “We’re keeping secrets from each other now?”

“No!” I quickly dismiss.

“Does this have anything to do with the hickeys you had last week?”

My eyes bulge, “You saw that?”

She quickly rolls her eyes, “Honey, the whole island saw. So who is it? Do I know them? Will they be here tonight?” 

“Look I can’t really get into it, and I know I’m asking a lot from you but can you please just cover for me?” I beg.

After a moment that felt like hours, Kie nods. I sag with relief and haul her into a fierce hug, “Thank you, thank you!”

“She begrudgingly accepts the hug, “Yeah, yeah. But you're gonna eventually tell me everything!��

“Oh my god, I promise!” 

We quickly finish up our last minute touches and hurry downstairs. The drive to the club was short, Kie’s dad offered to drive us. After handing the keys to the valet, he quickly disappeared. 

Nerves worked through me like an angry swarm of bees. There was only one person I want to impress tonight. Questions and self doubt slowly crept into my mind when I see all the beautiful, expensive dresses that the Kooks were wearing. I stick to Kie the entire time, laugh when she laughs and try to make small conversation while I scan the room. The amount of times that I’ve been grabbed and almost dragged to the dance floor was absurd, no matter how nice of compliments they threw at me or how much wealth they tried to bribe me with, it wouldn’t work. 

Just when I think that JJ ditched, I spot my familiar mop of blonde hair, slightly slicked back.  We briefly catch each other's gazes and he gives me a subtle wink. The thrill that went through my body is almost embarrassing, since when did I get this excited over a guy? 

I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t notice that JJ and Pope have walked up to Kie and I, until I hear Pope complain about his tie. 

Once again I meet JJ’s intense blue eyes, “Champagne, ma’am?” I feel the lightest touch of his fingers on the small of my back.

 I take a flute off of his tray, “Why thank you.” 

“So, how’s your guys' night going? Hopefully better than ours?” Kie asks. 

“Well, you know I love spending my Saturday night serving pretentious Kooks, god when is this thing over?” Pope whines. 

To be honest, I couldn’t agree more. We chat for a few minutes longer before the boys have to move on. I’m sad to see them go, they’ve been the most stimulating conversation I’ve had all night. So many guys think flaunting how much money their dads’ make is somehow a turn on. These are the same types of guys who are shocked that when they do this, all the women they date and eventually marry, are money hungry. 

I resist the urge to take my phone out of my clutch to check the time for the eighth time tonight. Just a few more hours, I chant in my head. 

I quickly down the glass of champagne that JJ gave me and set it on a nearby table. 

“Hello there gorgeous,” Topper walks up to me in a smart looking navy suit. I didn’t know much about him besides the fact that he was Sarah’s boyfriend and a Kook. Probably the worst Kook of all. 

“Hello, Topper, where’s Sarah?” I ask, quickly bringing up his girlfriend in hopes that he’ll go off and search for her and leave me alone. 

“She’s here somewhere, you know how women are, love to gossip.” Yep, he’s definitely the worst of them. 

“Ah,” Is all I say, searching the crowd to find where Kie ran off too. 

“So I was thinking that you should keep me company until she gets back? Maybe have a dance or two?” He suggests, flashing his white teeth. He wraps his hand around my arm, trying to get me out on the dance floor.

I would rather eat shit and die, I think to myself. I try and think of an excuse to get me out of this situation.

“Hey Top!” Someone calls out and he turns around to find the voice. Suddenly I’m yanked away from him and find myself hiding behind a large potted plant.

“JJ!” I quietly exclaim to my savior. 

I’m so relieved to be saved that I hug him, not caring if anyone can see. 

“Hey pretty girl, looked like you needed some help.” I nod.

“How can one person be so repulsive?” I genuinely ask. 

“If I see one more person stare at your ass or put their hands on you, I’m gonna lose it.” And I could tell that he was dead serious. 

Being this close to him and not kissing him would be a damn shame. It’s been days since I’ve last kissed him and everything in me is telling me that it’s the most important thing to do now.

With the heels I’m almost the perfect height to reach his lips. I place my hands on either side of his face, and after he realizes what my goal is, he places his hands around my hips. His lips feel exactly like I remember, soft, warm, and firm. If JJ was good at anything, it was kissing. 

I wanted to stay in this moment all night, forget the party, forget the Kooks, everything. All that mattered was the man standing in front of me.

“You look damn good tonight.” He compliments once we find the strength to pull away. 

I hum in response, soaking in his praise. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, almost dropped my tray when I saw the slit.” I bursted out laughing, quickly covering my mouth to muffle the sound. 

JJ’s eyes sparkle with amusement, he lovingly swipes a piece of my hair that falls out of place. All JJ has ever done in the two months that we’ve been seeing each other, is treat me like a princess. He’s never pushed me to do anything that I wasn’t ready for, he listened to my problems, and he worked so hard to buy me things- much to my discretion. I know he doesn’t look at himself the way I do, he see a fucked up kid that can’t do anything right. Someone destined to repeat his dad’s awful cycle. 

He’s loyal, funny, and a damn good human being. Sometimes I wish I could shake him and force him to see all the good that’s in him, but we’ll get there. I’ve made it my personal mission to make him see exactly what I do in him. 

“Let’s go home.” I say, not wanting to go out there and pretend like I care about anything here.

“You sure?” He asks, even though I know he’s itching to get out of here too. 

I nod, “Yeah, something tells me we can have way more fun on our own.” JJ smirks and wraps his arm around my waist, leading to the back entrance. 

“Oh I can promise you that. I’ve still got to get you out of that dress.”

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Mike’s Birthday

Request: The Losers find out that Mike’s birthday is coming up and they want to celebrate it. The only problem is that they don’t know what to do for him or what types of things he likes. So they decide to follow Mike around town and spy on him to learn more about him.

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A/N: This is my first fic I’ve ever done!! They’re about 16/17 in this, I’m very excited to be able to write this!! There’s light Reddie and Stenbrough in this.

It was late August in the town of Derry, Maine, where the Loser’s Club was spending the last days of summer together.

“Yo, Eds, have you seen Mike anywhere?” The tall, curly haired Richie Tozier slung an arm around the shorter Eddie Kaspbrack.

“Don’t call me that, asshole. And no, I haven’t. Why?” Eddie shrugged Richie’s arm off his shoulders.

“Bill and Stan haven’t seen him, we were thinking you might have.” Richie pushed his glasses back up his nose.

“Oh. Well, no, I havent seen him for the last week.” Eddie shrugged. “He’s probably busy on the farm.”

“Oh well. Come on, I told Bill we’d hang out at his house with Staniel. Like a double date.” Richie grinned.

“Go fuck yourself.” Eddie muttered, climbing onto his bike.

Roughly ten minutes later, six out of seven of the Loser’s Club were strewn around Bill’s room, all doing their own thing. Ben and Bev had crashed the “double date” of the other four.

“Hey, B-Bev, you seen M-Mike recently?” Bill leaned over, off the side of the bed, to look at Beverly.

“Yeah, I saw him at the store yesterday, why?” She sat up, interrupting Richie’s nap, who had sprawled across her lap.

“N-none of us had s-s-seen him recently.”

“Yeah, no, I talked to him for a good five minutes. Said something about his birthday coming up next week.”

“Wait, his birthday?” Stan leaned over to rest his chin on Bill’s shoulder and wrap his arms around his waist. “I didn’t know his birthday was in August.”

“We have to do something for it,” Eddie declared, joining the conversation.

“Great plan, Eds, but do you even know what he likes?” Richie

“That’s a good question,” he paused, “but no.”

“He likes my poems, but I don’t think that would count as a birthday gift,” Ben offered.

“We could just…. follow him? See what he does day to day?” Bev suggested.

“You mean stalk him,” Stan stated.

“Well… yes, but it’ll be fine!”

“I c-could get into his r-room and see what’s in i-it,” Bill added to Bev’s plan.

“Creepy yet effective,” Richie laughed.

The plan to figure out Mike’s favorite things was born and set to take action the next day. Bill and Stan were to find a way into Mike’s room to see what he has in there, Richie and Eddie were to follow him around, and Ben and Bev were to set up the party.

Early morning came around, which meant Bill and Stan were heading over to Mike’s house.

“I dont know why we ever agreed to this,” Stan muttered, still attempting to rub sleep out of his eyes.

“B-because he’s our f-f-friend,” Bill pointed out, “we’d d-do the same for y-you.”

“You make a good argument, Billy,” Stan wrapped his arm around Bill’s shoulders.

Upon arrival of their destination, the two quickly realized that they don’t have an excuse if Mike catches them in his room or outside his windows. Stan volunteered to keep watch while Bill looked around.

When Bill entered Mike’s room, he gasped. While the walls were bare of anything, there was bookshelves full of books, figures, and various other collectibles. From games the Loser’s played to movies to bands.

Bill ran out to Stan and stumbled over his words in excited, hardly stuttering, describing what he saw. There wasn’t much they could do until the evening when they regrouped, so they headed back to Bill’s and formed their own mini-plan based off Bill’s findings.

Meanwhile, Richie and Eddie weren’t having much luck. Mike was only doing his chores and running errands, nothing that would help them learn his “darkest passions” as Richie put it.

“Let’s just go and ask him,” Eddie said after two hours of following their friend.

“And ruin the surprise? C'mon Eds, Bev would kill us,” Richie sat back on a nearby bench, lighting a cigarette.

“But then we-”

“Hey guys, what’re you doing here?” Mike unknowingly cut off Eddie’s argument.

“Oh, hey, didn’t see you there,” Richie grinned.

“We’re uh, just t-taking a walk,” Eddie scrambled for a lie.

“Huh. Sorry I haven’t been with you guys for the last week, I got caught up in a bunch of work,” Mike shrugged apologetically.

“It’s no problem, my guy. In fact, we’re all gonna be hanging out on Friday at my place, you should come,” Richie invited, knowing what was happening that day.

“Friday? I think I can make Friday, yeah,” Mike nodded, agreeing to go.

“Sweet!” Richie jumped up. “Well, Eds and I gotta go finish our walk, isn’t that right?”

Eddie blushed at his excuse and nodded, not bothering with the nickname.

“Have fun you two. See ya on Friday!” With that, they were off.

Bev and Ben had two days before the big day. Two days until Friday. Two days until his birthday. Two days to get everything together.

They decided it’ll be at Richie’s house, since his parents wouldn’t care. Currently, Ben was laying out where decorations would go, and Bev was drawing a banner that said “Happy Birthday, Mike” and doodling on it.

They worked in silence, the only sounds being the scribbles of a pencil working and the soft sounds of crayon on paper, with the occasional swear from either of them.

“Beverly Marsh,” a voice sounded. She looked up, panicked, only to sigh in relief when she saw who it was.

“What, Trashmouth?”

“Mike is coming over on Friday, he agreed,” he plopped next to her, waving hello to Ben.

“You talked to him?” She gasped.

“He saw us and asked why we were there,” Eddie sat against the wall.

“And you said…?” Ben asked.

“Eds said we were on a walk,” Richie said before Eddie could open his mouth.

“Great excuse,” Bev laughed. “The least you could do is help us.”

And so they did. They worked until the evening, until Bill and Stan showed up. Hell, they had the decorates all up, except for the balloons.

“You’ll never guess what Bill saw in Mike’s room,” was how Stan announced their arrival.

“Video g-game figures,” he blurted before anyone could speak.

“From what games?” Ben asked, standing up.

“P-p-pac-man, Mario, T-Tetris, Donkey K-kong, D-duck Hunt, and Burgertime,” he stammered out, “just t-to name a few.”

“We’ve played all those games together,” Bev spoke her thoughts out loud.

“We need to buy him those games!” Eddie declared. “Think of the value they’ll have for him! The memories!”

“We should get him a camera,” Stan said.

“What?” Richie looked confused. “Where’d that come from?”

“I dunno, I just think he’d like it. And the other things, too.”

“That’s what we’ll do tomorrow. We’ll all go out and buy him at least one thing,” Bev decided with no objections.

And that’s what they did. Stan bought him a camera, Richie bought Mario, Eddie bought Pac-man, Bev got DK, Ben got Tetris, and Bill got Duck Hunt.

Finally, Friday rolled around. It was obvious who wrapped what present. Stan’s, Eddie’s, and Ben’s were neatly wrapped, Bev’s and Bill’s had a few wrinkles, and Richie’s was a fucking disaster. They were all in a scramble and a rush to get everything together and looking at least semi decent.

There was a brief panic when Mike’s pickup truck was heard pulling into the driveway. They all knew he’d let himself in, as everyone did, and hurried to stand infront of all the decorations. As soon as the door revealed Mike, a chorus of “Happy Birthday, Mike!” sounded from the other Loser’s.

There were tears in his eyes.

He never thought that his friends would do something like that for him.

He was grinning wildly.

Mike new that that would be the best damn day of his life.

@princeasimdiya12 I'm sorry I took so long to write it!! Thank you for the request!!