#Yeah they’re just dressed as their fandom nicknames it felt like something they would do

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

Trick or treat!!

Couples’ costumes be like

[twink-between-worlds]

safety net

hello linked universe fandom, we have returned after months with queer rabbits. tried a more spaced-out format, trying to please people who said our other writing style gets too confusing. (i just think they cant read -dex)

ao3 link; x

��What’re you doin up here, rabbit?”

“Ah—oh! Honeybee, hi. Sorry, did I wake you up?”Ravio turned to the side, watching as Legend sat down next to him on the roof.

Legend just hummed. “What’s wrong?”

“...huh?”

“You only do this when you’re upset. What’s wrong?”Legend shouldn’t push him, not really, but it’s the only way Ravio ever admits when something’s bugging him. They’re as stubborn as each other sometimes.

For a minute, it’s quiet, the only sounds heard being each other's breaths. Then, “I get scared when you’re away,”Ravio whispered, barely loud enough to be heard, “I get scared that you won’t come back. That you’ll get hurt, or worse. I mean—you got stabbed, bun. That’s—that’s scary.”

“I don’t like being away either,”Legend admitted. “I never know if you’re safe when I’m gone. Realistically I know you are, but..”The hero trailed off, ending with a vague, “Yeah.”

Ravio let out a breath. “Yeah.”He repeated with a small laugh.

Another silence followed, but this one felt…lighter than the one before. No baited breath, waiting for one of them to admit to anything.

“Wouldn’t want Hyrule’s best merchant to die off, would we?”Legend grinned slightly, a lopsided little thing.

Ravio couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Well lucky, I don’t want my favourite customer dying anytime soon!”

“Can we go back inside now? It’s freezing out here.”

“Well, Mr. Hero, maybe you would be warmer if you didn’t insist on wearing a dress in all weather!”Ravio tutted at him, but began to unwind his scarf from his neck.

“It’s not a dress! They’re tunics, not dresses. And they’re way more comfortable.”Legend complained, arms crossed.

“Whatever you say, honeybun.”He replied, simply looping his scarf around Legend’s neck a few times. “There we go~ You should be warmer now! I won’t charge you for this one.”

“You would charge me for it?”

“...nah, probably not.”He admitted with a sigh.

“Good. Guess that means I can take your scarf more often then, right?”

“You like it that much?”Ravio laughed, face tinting slightly red when Legend nodded in response. “Wow.”

“It smells like you.”

“Oh.”The merchant paused, not having expected that. “That’s nice of you to say, Mr. Hero.”

“Mhm.”Legend hummed out, leaning against the other. “...I’m sorry I got hurt.”

“No no no, don’t you dare apologise for getting hurt. You didn’t exactly do it yourself!”Ravio laughed. “...did you?”

“No, Rav, what the fuck?”

“Hey, you can’t blame me for asking!”Ravio cackled. “For all I know, you stabbed yourself so your lovely, caring boyfriend would nurse you back to health~”

“I’d rather die.”Legend huffed. “I wouldn’t trust you to look after me with a stab wound anyways.”

Ravio gasped, loud and dramatic. “That’s so mean! I would take the best care of you!”

“Yeah right.”

“I would and you know it. I’d take the best care of my prince,”He grinned, throwing the nickname in there just to see the hero go bright red, laughing when the other pushed him away, embarrassed.

“I-I told you not to call me that.”Legend complained, though the blush on his face and the way his ears pointed downwards betrayed any semblance of annoyance.

“Fine~”Ravio giggled, nuzzling Legend’s shoulder. “I won’t call you my prince. Even though it’s true.”

“Rav!”

Another laugh.

“We should probably go back inside though. You’re right, it’s a little cold.”

“A little? It’s fucking freezing.”

“You didn’t have to come after me.”Ravio offered a hand to the hero, helping him climb down the side of the roof.

“Yes I did,”Legend insisted. “I needed to make sure you were okay, rabbit.”

“Awh, that’s so sweet of you~”

“Go to hell.”The hero replied bluntly, sighing quietly when he was standing on the grass again, waiting for Ravio to hop down from the roof.

“I’ll probably meet you there, Mr. Hero.”

“Probably? Nah. You’ll absolutely meet me there. No doubt.”Legend snorted, heading inside the house when Ravio finally gathered the courage to jump down from the roof.

“Guess you’re never getting rid of me, then!”Ravio replied cheerfully, pushing his hood down once they got inside. He doesn’t understand it, but Legend has a rule about hats and hoods being worn inside. Says it’s bad luck or something.

The two made their way back to their bedroom, quiet so as to not disturb any of the heroes currently sleeping on the floor in the living room.

“You put your prosthetic on just to check on me?”Ravio realised belatedly, as they made it to the bedroom and Legend sat on their bed and began to remove the aforementioned metal leg.

“Couldn’t get onto the roof without it.”Was all he got.

Ravio wants to tease him for it, or remind him that he didn’t have to come and check on him, but any words he had died in his throat as he settled into bed, Legend curling up into his side. Legend was worried about him.

It’s…not too surprising—Legend’s always cared in his own way—but it still catches the merchant off guard.

“Rulie healed the wound after it happened,”The hero mumbled. “Made sure there wasn’t gonna be any lasting damage outside of a scar.”

“That’s good,”Ravio hummed, running his hands through the other’s hair. It’s suspiciously pinker than usual, but he won’t ask about it. Not right now, anyways. Maybe later. “Sucks that there’s gonna be a scar, though.”

“Eh,”The other shrugged, “It’s just another one to the collection.”

“Honeybee…”

“I know,”He sighed. “Sorry. It’s just easier to think of them as a collection instead of injuries.”

“It’s okay.”Ravio assured him, pressing a soft kiss to Legend’s forehead. “...you’re gonna take the scarf off to sleep, right?”

“Um…I wasn’t planning to, no, but if you’re worried about me choking or something I can take it off.”He laughed quietly. “Do you want me to remove it?”

“If..you don’t mind. I just worry that it’ll get tangled.”

“Fair enough,”The hero shrugged, unwinding the scarf and placing it on the table beside the bed. “I’m really fucking tired, so I’m definitely going to fall asleep soon, but if you need to leave again, wake me up. Okay?”

“Okay, good night bunny.”

“Night, rabbit.”Legend pressed a kiss to Ravio’s cheek before settling, burying his face into Ravio’s neck.

He was asleep within minutes, which isn’t really anything new. It warms Ravio’s heart a little, knowing that Legend feels safe with him. The merchant continued to play with the hero’s hair, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the other’s breathing. He knows he can’t protect Legend when he’s out adventuring, when he’s doing his job, but… At least he can protect him here, and at least he knows Legend is safe here. That’s all he can really ask for. Ravio knows he can’t make him feel safe all the time, but he’s glad he can at least make him feel safe in his own home. Which is a bit of an odd sentence, but he knows that Legend struggled with that a little bit before he came along. He sighed, closing his eyes. He shouldn’t still be awake, Legend will worry if he has bags under his eyes again. At least he fell asleep easily tonight, which probably had something to do with having the hero asleep in his arms, safe and sound.

[papil0nglegs]

Can you do Cassandra for one of the dating head canons?

Cassandra x Reader Headcanons✮

A/n: Hey guyss sorry I’ve been gone for a while, I posted an a/n a while ago explaining why I’ve been busy here. I’m probably only going to post a few more fnf Headcanons until I move into the next fandom and see how that goes.(I personally see Cassandra more in the girls team so most of these hcs are for my girlies, so srry if ur masc reading this.)

Warnings: emotional suppression, slight obsession

Cassandra is a very hidden person

By that I mean she doesn’t share her feelings all that much, and when she does it’s in the form of violence (wow who could’ve guessed) So it took a while for you to get a break through with her

Anyways you guys met at her concert, she noticed you in the crowd singing a song she wrote.

So she was quite eager to finish up her song and go up to you after the show

Now you weren’t exactly scared of her it’s just that everyone at your school was, so it made you quite cautious of her even if you liked her music

“Hey,, I saw you out there”

flinch

“Oh, Cassandra. Sorry was I a bit loud out there wasn’t I?”

“Yeah, not as loud as me tho” oh my god of course not Cassandra it’s a fucking concert you stupid bitch-

“Ooh about that, how do you do that thing with your voice? It sounds like your voice gets pretty sore after all of that, it’s impressive!!”

Holyshitholyshit no one’s actually said that to me? Are they making fun of me?? Cuz if they are I’m beating the fuck out of them but they seemed to really like it back there-

Cassandra just froze right there, her cheeks were tinted as red as her hair while you just stood there, head tilted.

“..um I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow?”

“MHM”

nodding aggressively 💀

This girl made a whole plan on how to look for you at lunch, she even thought of getting on one of the lunch tables to find you

But you immediately spotted her because of her bright hair

She wasn’t sure how to act at first, because she really liked being around you which was a first time thing for her

As soon as she sat down in front of you she started to feel something different inside of her, she didn’t feel as much hate as she did on a normal basis. If anything she felt like she could let her guard down for once when she was around you

She’d let you call her nicknames that she doesn’t even let her parents call her, ‘Cass, Cassie, CayCay, CeCe ’

The one that really stuck with her was the one time you called her ‘babe’, to most people if you called your friend babe it was just to show affection.

But Cassandra always imagined that someday you’d always refer to as ‘babe’, or even ‘baby’.

Cassandra would stop writing about so much violence and write more about love (which didn’t sit right with her band members lol)

She’d always write about how she fell into your eyes, sure it was cliche to say but it felt so true.

On a warm summer night, you two were just chilling on a tubed slide at a closed park, eating snacks and ranting about god knows what.

That’s when she fucked up and confessed , genuine fear struck her eyes because she thought you’d be disgusted by how she felt since she was considered the ‘weird girl’ in school

Until you held her cold pale hand, and kissed her, black lipstick staining yours.

She then pushed you with her, laying on the slide, as you to began to makeout on her now favorite place to visit.

Now Ms Cassandra probably sees you as the most beautiful creature on this planet.

She enjoys doing gothic/punk like makeup on you while you do your own looks on her.

On Halloween you two would dress as nana (I know close to nothing abt this show so pls correct me if they’re a lesbian couple or not)

Depending on your style some people thought you guys just wore your regular clothes to the Halloween party

On Valentine’s Day she sent you a card that read “I want to share my coffin with you <3”, some people might find it weird but if anything you found it the sweetest thing in the world

Oh, you dye your hair too? Automatically in love, you two would love helping dye each others hair.

“Shoot”

“What? What happened?”

“I got the wrong color :(“

“Fuck.. Eh, I guess I can rock pink for a bit”

She did NOT rock pink 😵😵

Cassandra also drew your name/initials on all her shoes. She was DETERMINED to let it be known that she loves you

[rqgnarok]

moments in between - aaron hotchner

fandom: criminal minds

words: 2618

warnings: couple of smooches and mention of private times, spoilers for season 4 through 9 ish of criminal minds, that’s about it. female!reader

summary: being an fbi agent leaves little to no moments to enjoy someone else’s company. hotch and the reader make it work. BASED ON A CONVERSATION PRENTISS AND HOTCH HAVE IN 04X09.

author’s note below

“(Y/N)?” 

“Yeah, I’m decent,” she smiles to herself when she takes her eyes off the tiny mirror in the locker assigned to her, watches her boyfriend lean against the door frame. 

It only takes one look at him for (Y/N) to know he’s stuck in that I’m-your-coworker-but-I-really-want-to-be-your-boyfriend-right-now state Hotch gets into sometimes when they’re at work but alone or hours deep into the night and still working the case.

He just stands there for a moment, admires her in silence but in the way that makes her feel appreciated from a distance, a look in his eyes which (Y/N)’s used being under the scrutiny of, makes her feel recognized and safe when there’s no possibility of physical contact. 

She’s done with her make up for the undercover stunt they’re about to pull and her hair is fixed in that careless yet neat way he really, really likes, the way it was the night he kissed her for the first time after a night out with the team and he’d insisted on driving her home.

Hotch remembers that night so clearly, if he closes his eyes can picture himself back in his car, the steering wheel under his hands and the street lamps being the only source of light that catches (Y/N)’s profile when he sneaks a look or two. 

By that point he’d lost all self-restraint and after months of fighting with himself about his feelings his head finally quieted the hell up the moment she reached for the lapel of his jacket and pulled him to her, kissing him with the car’s console in the middle of their bodies and his hands on her hair, keeping her close as if she’d have any intentions of letting him go.

That was almost a year after his divorce with Haley, and though he’d been hesitant on following up with a relationship in a time Hotch felt too soon since he’d signed those divorce papers, he’d been tired of being the one who always followed the rules and did things right only to end up alone. Either in an apartment away from his family or in his office, closer to the next morning than the previous night and working on reports until the words blurred in the pages and he was too tired to drive home at all.

Hotch was tired and he wanted (Y/N) so, so badly, he figured one night of self-indulgence was more than deserved after the year he’d had. Except one night turned into a weekend and one time turned into spending time together whenever they had the time off at the same time and it wasn’t his turn to take Jack for the week. Hotch and sir and bossman turned into Aaron, babe and handsome, and in return Hotch became familiar with the feeling of (Y/N), (Y/N/N), honey and sweetheart against his tongue.

The transition between using those nicknames and thinking of Haley to his mind blanching until nothing but (Y/N) remained was easier than Hotch had expected it to be. The guilt of thinking he’d somehow replaced his ex-wife was short lived, the first weeks into his and (Y/N)’s relationship realizing that he saw them as two different women who occupied two very different portions in his life.

It wouldn’t be until after Haley died, much, much after that they would come forward and share the existence of their relationship with HR, and along with them, Strauss. It would easier by then, and the right choice to make, considering that around the first time they’d gotten together Erin seemed to be out for blood, which included Hotch’s job as unit chief and following his every move to catch him in something that could might as well signify the end of his career, if presented to his superiors correctly.

By the time they’ll decide to disclose, Erin and Rossi themselves will be somewhat involved, and after her troubles with alcoholism she would’ve become a more understanding woman of other people’s flaws along with her own. She’ll have them both under scrutiny for a couple of months until she deems them professional enough to keep working in the same unit, and that would be that.

“10 minutes and I’m ready to go,” she assures him, still working the case but smile soft when directed at him. He leaves his spot against the frame of the door to close it behind him and lock it, just in case and, if needed, under the excuse that she’d needed the privacy to change into the clothes she’ll be wearing at the club. With him in the room, well. Here’s to hoping to one saw him come in.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He’s still frowning but it's more concern than the usual façade he hides behind when they’re working a case, and he’s slightly comforted by the fact that (Y/N)’s smile remains full on her face, sure and trusting.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” she reassures. Now that the door’s closed and locked she’s stripping out of her clothes, nothing sensual about her movements but Hotch can’t help but to stare anyways. He wishes they weren’t having this conversation with his girlfriend in her underwear. Aaron Hotchner is a responsible man, but he is a man, nevertheless. “Sadly, I’ve actually dated people worse than Viper.”

“Thank God that’s over,” he manages to joke. (Y/N) laughs and he quits eyeing her figure just so he can watch her do so, enchanted by the way her features accentuate her laughter lines. He’s in deep, and just for a moment he pictures her getting ready for one of their dates instead of an undercover op he didn’t want to send her to in the first place.

It’s not that he’s jealous because he isn’t, at least not of Viper, but Hotch’s seen what undercover jobs do to agents like her: smart and capable and pretty, even though this is nothing like what Elle was forced to work on before she disappeared without a trace. He also knows that (Y/N)’s lived through worse circumstances herself out of the job, and this is more of a gathering intel kind of operation instead of something more dangerous, but, still. 

Hotch’s not comfortable with sending his team into situations they do not feel prepared for, whether he’s romantically involved with them or not. He’s gotta ask. He can’t send another person he cares about into the lion’s den knowing they might not be tough enough to come back.

“Is something going on with Jordan?” (Y/N) brings him back down to earth easily, making conversation as she gets into her dress and Hotch walks the couple of steps he’s missing to reach her and give her his arm to hold onto as she works herself into it. “You, um, you asked me to keep an eye on her. And frankly, if you didn’t think we’d notice the tension going of off her in waves then you really underestimate us as profilers.”

“I… caught her in a lie,” Aaron grimaces at the recollection of their first visit to the Holden family, how Jordan had no problem to manipulate her way into the mind of the victim’s sister and her inability to realize how what she had done had been wrong, way off in how Hotch leads this team. “She cut a corner to get us in with the Holden family.”

“Did she misrepresent the Bureau?” (Y/N)’s expression sours momentarily, and she squeezes Hotch’s arm she was holding onto in thanks when she finishes fitting into her dress.

“She misinterpreted herself.”

“So, how long is she gonna be in the doghouse?” (Y/N) asks, turning around so her back is facing Hotch, who allows himself a moment to look at the skin of her shoulders and lower back before he’s slowly zipping the dress up. One hand on her semi naked shoulder holding her still and the other one working its way up her back, fingers steady and certain.

“Until she proves she’s competent,” he sighs, feeling awfully like the father of a teenage girl out of control, which, isn’t really freaking fair cause he’s got almost ten years before he has to deal with this coming from Jack. (Y/N) hums, trying to come off as indifferent, but Aaron has made himself familiar with every movement and sound of hers, he knows better than to think she’s letting the topic go. An eyebrow raises, hands on her waist when she turns around to meet his eye. “What?”

“That’s gonna be tricky if you’re scrutinizing her every move,” she challenges, and Hotch half scoffs half chuckles as he reaches her to keep himself busy, making sure the dress fits right, putting some of her hair back in place even though he knows it’s gonna come back to its spot as soon as he lets go.

“You seem to do alright, sweetheart,” he can’t help it, the nickname familiar on his mouth and, really, he’d opened that door in the first place when he came into the room asking for her and using her first name instead of her last, has been watching her and touching her ever since he came in, expecting a reaction from her just like the one she’s giving him now. (Y/N)’s arms are around his neck, their chests touching, faces close, he can smell her favorite perfume on her and almost taste the sweetness of her lipstick in his own mouth.

“Yeah, well, I’m sleeping with you, hotshot,” she disses him easily, clutching him a little tighter when his hands go from her waist to her hips, big enough to hold her completely and in place, her heart fluttering against her ribcage with affection for this hunk of a man. He smirks, almost knowing of the effect Hotch has on her and soon enough it’ll soften into a soft, fond grin that she’ll get cavities from just looking at it. “I hope you aren’t planning on using the same methods on her as you did on me, cause if you do then we might just have some disagreement on our hands.”

“Methods?” Hotch has to laugh, albeit quickly before he reels himself in. They’re in a private room but just barely, he’s smart enough to lock the door but also to not get too comfortable, forcing himself to remember there’s a reason she’s so well dressed up and its not just for him to undress her slowly later in the privacy of his room. “You make it sound like it’s my fault we ended up in bed together while really you were too busy pursuing me to notice any kind of ‘methods’ I might’ve tried to use on you.”

“Oh, I pursued you?” (Y/N) asks, mouth open in faux shock and embarrassment as she takes one arm off his neck to hit him in the chest, fighting him off a little when he places his own hand on top of hers but gives up quickly enough, fingers toying with his shirt and resting on top of his heart. “You are out of your mind, Aaron Hotchner.”

“You did kiss me first,” he recalls, which, yeah, it’s true, but that doesn’t mean Aaron gets to use it against her. He looks awfully smug when she gives him a deadpan look. It takes years off his face like not many things do, and (Y/N). (Y/N) loves him always, she loves him dark and broody, and sharp and focused but this, this is her favorite. A goof and a tease (Y/N) would give everything so he’s this happy, all the time. “Don’t think I forgot, I didn’t take a single drop of alcohol that night.”

“It’s not like I was drunk, either, you ass,” she reprimands, and if she weren’t almost ready to go, looking perfectly composed, Hotch would kiss the pout off of her face with little to no finesse. “Some of us need some liquid courage to do what others wouldn’t do at all, so. If anything, you’ve got me to thank that your methods actually ended up working like you meant them to.”

“Thank you,” he acknowledges, dropping a kiss to the apple of her cheek and another one to her forehead, making sure he doesn’t get in the way of any of her make up. She grins at him, opens her eyes after she’d closed them to soak up his affections and keep the memory of his touch for when she’s out there in the field, flirting with some guy she can barely stand. “I’d kiss you myself right now if you weren’t meant to be on your way, no liquid courage needed.”

“I’ll hold you up on that when we’re back home,” she bites her lip, risking having to reapply her lipstick all over again but worth it when Hotch’s eyes drop from her own and set on her mouth, suddenly darker with something else she really, really likes. “And, I think in order for Jordan to prove she’s good at this job, it’s not gonna happen under a magnifying glass. You’re gonna have to give her the opportunity.”

“You have something in mind?”

Her lips turn up in that satisfied way (Y/N) gets when she’s drop dead sure about something, whether it’s a lead on a case or that she has him wrapped around her finger. Hotch can’t wait for this case to be over, for them to be on the plane back home making eyes at each other and itching for the relief that comes to him when they’re finally alone.

He watches her walk away, out of the room with a sway on her hips, heels accentuating her legs and one last flirty look thrown his way as she turns her head back before she leaves the room for good, softening into a fond curve of the lips and, God. He loves her so, so much, he’s gotta wipe this whipped look off his face before Dave calls him out on it, tries to figure out who’s it for.

He won’t, and neither will the team, for a while. They’re years away from finding out, it won’t be until Hotch ends up in the hospital after the scars from one of his many encounters against Foyet come back to haunt him, leaving him passed out in the middle of a debrief and (Y/N)’s forced to make the trip to work on the case anyways. She frets and worries and breaks the news to the team on the way back while Aaron confesses to Garcia in his hospital room after he wakes up, disoriented from the pain meds and asking where his girlfriend is.

They’ll tease and whistle at them whenever they’re together for the rest of their lives, because they’re children in disguise as full functioning profilers and Hotch and (Y/N) will take it shamelessly. He’ll press a kiss to her head and wrap an arm around her neck while they’re out drinking after a case and (Y/N) will take the hand on her shoulder, nestle closer and flip them off just cause it makes Hotch laugh.

Right now, Aaron shakes his head, smiles to himself and towards the ground, a last couple of moments of bliss before he straightens his posture, leaves the room and meets Rossi in the corner of the precinct that was given to them for the duration of the case.

A couple more hours, he hopes, before they get to go home and he would make true of the promise he’d made.

-

special thanks to @writefasttalkevenfaster, @venusbarnes and @winterscaptain​ for providing so much hotch content that i felt the need to rewatch the show and write this in the matter of like,,, two hours. even if it’s a mess, oop, i always write a shit ton of description and feelings and shit and end up with big ass paragraphs that hurt my eyes. i SWEAR i’m working on that!!!!!

as always, i’d love to hear you guys’ opinions on this and i really hope you liked it, i’m working on a teen wolf work and a legends of tomorrow request next but i’m always open for suggestions or requests :)  

thank you so much for reading! stay home and stay safe,

- e.  

[ricksbowen]

simply, utterly | the end

IN WHICH: all finally goes well, but you still hate ricky bowen.

INSPIRATION: sunflower, vol. 6 — harry styles

A/N: well, this is the last part of this series. i just want to thank every single one of the readers who stuck through this series with each prt that was posted. i love you guys so much <3

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7

Your words hit Ricky like a train.

He could help the relieved smile that lit up his face as he let out a breath he never knew he held in. You chuckled at his reaction, nudging him gently with your elbow.

“Don’t go all giggly on me now, Bowen,” you commented, your teasing tone like a breath of fresh air. You scooted closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder and taking in the warmth he provided. “I mean it, you know,” you murmured, feeling him take your hand into his. “I don’t think I ever hated you. I think,” you bit your bottom lip. “I think that I didn’t know how to show you how I felt.”

“How cliché,” Ricky remarked, making you laugh softly.

“Maybe. But I’m pretty sure you love clichés as much as I do,” you said with a smile, lifting your head to look at him.

Ricky hummed in slight agreement, looking back at you with a look he never gave you before. He was looking at you as if he had the world in his hands, as if you were the most beautiful thing he had seen.

Maybe that was what he thought.

“What?” you laughed out softly, raising a brow at him. “Am I right?” you questioned, head tilting to the side like a puppy would.

Ricky didn’t respond, only lifting your chin to kiss you gently. Your eyes fluttered shut, lips moving in their own dance as they moved slowly against each other. His fingers stayed on your chin, and your hand went up to cup his cheek gently. This was different from the kiss you shared backstage.

This one had something in it that you couldn’t pinpoint. Passion? Care?

Love?

He pulled away from you, forehead touching yours as you both breathed heavily. You stayed that way, foreheads touching and eyes gazing into the other’s as if a silent agreement was passed between both of you. His eyes gleamed under the moonlight, and you swore you understood what couples said when they claimed that the stars were in their spouse’s eyes.

“I..” Ricky started, his words caught in his throat. “I think..” He swallowed dryly, and you smiled softly and pressed another kiss to his lips and pulled away quickly.

“I know,” you murmured, thumb lightly swiping over his lips. “Me too.”

Your lips met his again.

You had gone home that night with Ricky by your side.

The laughs you shared echoed up and down the neighborhood, the conversation going every which was as both of you talked rapidly.

“You really had to do that to me, huh?” Ricky teased, slinging his arm over your shoulders as you walked.

“Look, I don’t know what I was thinking when I was 6,” you defended, not holding back the smile that seemed to be permanently stuck to your face. The moment you shared with Ricky made you feel as if a weight was lifted off your shoulders. “But you were the real crackhead. You threw sand back at me!”

Ricky threw his head back with a laugh, the sandbox memory you shared coming back to him. It was a small memory but a funny one to look back at now that he thought about it.

You had thrown sand into Ricky’s eye when you were six. Ricky ended up throwing sand back, getting it into your eyes as well. It ended with the both of you sobbing to your parents and complaining about each other.

The banter continued between both of you, topics ranging from memories to conspiracy theories, even to past relationships. It never died out — until you found yourself standing in front of your house.

“Will you be okay?” Ricky asked.

Your eyes were set on the bright lights inside. Ashlyn and Ej were still awake.

“Yeah,” you replied, turning to look at him. Your eyes wandered to his house, the windows void of any lights. “Will you?”

You weren’t blind to Ricky’s family problems. When you lived in front of him, you were able to notice a lot of things happen. You knew it affected him, but you never had the heart to ask him if he was okay before.

“Always.” Ricky smiled reassuringly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Y/N.” You turned to your door, Ashlyn and Ej standing in the doorframe and staring at you and Ricky. Your face bloomed red, Ricky offering a hesitant wave towards your cousin and brother.

Ej looked at him, his look hard but turning gentle when he saw your hands intertwined with Ricky’s. “Hey, Ricky.”

“Hi,” Ricky replied awkwardly, his free hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.

“Bye,” you murmured to him, kissing his cheek and pulling your hand away from his. You walked up to your driveway, giving Ricky one last smile before you made your way inside.

You heard the door shut behind you as you plopped down onto the couch.

Ej walked up to you hesitantly, clearing his throat awkwardly to catch your attention.

You looked up at him, rolling your eyes with a small grin on your face. “I hate what you did, but I’m not mad at you.”

“But are you sure?” Ashlyn spoke up, making Ej send her a glare while you snickered.

“Hundred percent. Besides,” you shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m too happy to be mad right now.”

—

“Okay, follow my lead. Mah! Mah! Mah!” Ej exclaimed, motioning for you to follow while you grinned mischievously. He frowned. “You were supposed to follow!”

“I know, but it was fun just watching you do it,” you giggled, Ej sending you a look that could kill.

“Y/N..”

“Okay! I’ll follow!” you said reluctantly, warming up with Ej while you tried to keep a straight face. He was always the one more into musicals, yet here you were; one of the leads.

“I swear, they’re crazy,” Ricky hissed to Big Red, the redhead nodding his head in agreement as he watched you and your brother warm-up back and forth.

“They’re Caswells. ‘Course they’re crazy.” Big Red turned to Ricky. “Do you need to do that?”

“Do you know how to do it?” Ricky asked Big Red, looking at you and your brother. You had broken up the warm-up to let out a laugh, making Ej scold you and begin all over again.

“It’s just vocal gibberish,” Big Red responded with a shrug. “C’mon, you say, ‘pah, pah, pah!’ and you’re good to go!”

“Hey! Curtain up in 5!” Called a voice from the crew. With that, Big Red was gone, off to try and help out the backstage crew.

Ricky shook his head, the nerves almost too much to handle. He could feel his hands get clammy and sweat start to gather on his brow. Sure, he was okay with performing for auditions, but the thought that other people were here expecting a good performance from him made him want to jump into a hole.

“Hey!” Your voice broke through his thoughts, the choked back laugh you let out making him raise a brow at you. “I forgot about the eyeliner. You look,” you offered a thumbs up. “Bitchin’.”

“Shush,” Ricky chuckled, some of the nerves fading away just by looking at you.

You really didn’t know the effect you had on him.

“You’re nervous,” you observed, taking his lightly shaking hands into yours. Your thumb thumbed over his skin lightly, making him let out a small sigh.

“Maybe,” he mumbled sheepishly. “You know there are people out there. For us,” he said in a hushed voice, only audible to you.

“Curtain up in like, a minute!”

The warning made Ricky’s eyes widen, and you squeezed his hands reassuringly.

“Look at me, Ricky. Hey— look at me.”

Ricky looked at you, your eyes boring into his. “You’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

—

Cheers upon cheers were all you heard as you and the cast bowed together. You were slightly out of breath, but that didn’t stop you from letting out a cheer along with the others beside you. The red dress you wore swished elegantly, the dress perfect around your body as you gazed out on the crowd as if you were in a trance.

Ricky was by your side, his own chest heaving as he beamed at the crowd. It was hard to believe that he was dreading performing before the curtain went up; he had sung beautifully and danced as if he had been dancing for years.

It was crazy to think that you had hated him prior to the musical. Never did you think that you’d enjoy playing the love interest of Troy Bolton with Ricky as Troy, yet here you were, smiling until your cheekbones hurt.

You looked up at him, arms slipping from your brother’s side as cheers and hollers came from the group. “Told you so. I’m always right, Rick,” you said cheekily, bumping your hip against his.

The nickname wasn’t said in the way you always said it. It was happy. Playful.

Loving.

“You know I hate that nickname,” Ricky responded, arms falling to his side as he turned to look at you.

“Sure you do,” you remarked, words dripping with sarcasm. The strong sense of déjà vu was in the air as he beamed at you, hands reaching for your face and your arms wrapping around his neck. His lips pressed against yours, and the crowd went wild. You could feel him deepen the kiss, your lips moving in sync.

“I thought they hated each other? Since when did they— I’m so lost,” you heard Carlos eamble, and you couldn’t help but laugh against Ricky’s lips.

“A lil’ bit,” came Ej’s reply, a wide grin on his lips as he clapped for the both of you.

You pulled away from him, faces still close while you feigned an annoyed look. “God, I hate you, Ricky Bowen. You really had to kiss me on stage.”

“Shut up, Caswell. I’ll do it again if I have to.”

—

A/N: again, thank you all so much for reading this series. i just started a new series if you want to check the first part out here! :)

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Polyamorous: Talking

Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes, Stucky x reader

warning:  fluff, mention of nudity 

The First kiss |  The first touch | Moving In | The day they left for war | Found you | The day Stark found out | Big Change | The Train | The Plane | Alone | Unfortunate sequences of events | I know her | The Resturant part 1 | The Resturant part 2 | It’s me | You can keep her | He’s okay with that | Mama loves me | Kissing Captain | Kissing Winter | Healing | Hurt | We’ll Wait | Memories | Prude | Whore | Put in her place | The day Stark Jr. Found out | Now you know |  Nursing | Like a Virgin | Morning After | The Catacombs | Off with her head | Grieving the Insane | Let me make it up to you | Punishment | Spiderling pt1 | Spiderling pt2 | Twentieth-century love | The new we can imagine | Connection | Please, marry me | Walk me | Stand with me | Final touches | I Do | Honeymoon | A moment of Paradise | Pictures from Paradise | The Fever | The bad days | Let’s talk about it | Practice makes perfect pt1 | Practice makes perfect pt2 | Seed | Unknown Stolen | unfulfilled Duties | Talking Emotion | Next Step | Holy Shit!! | First steps to hope | She’s Awake | Nicknames | The Mother and The father | The Boy | The Name Game |Chapter 68

Stepping out of the shower (Y/N) found Bucky standing there waiting for her with a towel. She smiled stepping towards him starting with her legs he works his way up his body leaving a trail of kisses as he went. she giggled as he finally got to her lips. 

"Hey"

"Hi" she laughed 

"How was your day?"

"Busy. I spent the morning in the infirmary seeing to a few agents nothing serious but there were a lot them. After lunch, I spent the day with Ash. She hasn't really decorated her room so I figure we'd do a bit of online shopping to spice it up. I'm thinking about taking her out this weekend to do a bit of shopping. She needs to get out of this tower at some point, Oh, maybe I'll invite Peter to come she'll be comfortable. Honestly, they're going to be a cute couple one day." 

As (Y/n) talked on about her day and what she planned to do Bucky gently got her dress putting on her underwear and one of Steve's larger shirts. 

"It looks like you had a very interesting day and are planning a very interesting weekend."

"What about you?" she asked pulling him down so they are both laying on the bed. She sits up on her elbow" tell me about your day"

"Okay, it wasn't very eventful."

"So, I still want to hear about it. Tell me about your boring day, please?"

"Alright um... Woke up way too early but you knew that."

"Yeah, I woke up alone in a cold bed."

"ha sorry. I went on a morning run with Steve, made breakfast with him. He had an early meeting, I had breakfast with you and Ash. Spent about two hours with Ash watching tv, she doesn't talk a lot."  

"Neither does her father. Yeah, he uses to be a poet so good with his words but now he's all about action. But that's okay he's still beautiful even without his words."

"he sounds amazing," Bucky said smiling at her as she looks at him all dreamy.

"He really is." She giggled leaning over and kissing him. " He's one of a kind". He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down closer. "... And I haven't even mentioned his husband. Now he's got an Ass for days." Bucky howled with laughter at that one. 

Hearing laughter Steve peeked around the corner into the room to see Bucky and (Y/n) cuddling with each other and whispering to each other. Watching them together a nasty feeling filled his chest. Steve sighed frustrated with his feelings as he turned away from them and went to the living room. Now Steve's feeling wasn't jealous, he had been feeling like this for a few days now and he had figured that out, he was feeling like a third wheel, left out, lonely, unwanted. He felt like he was no longer needed or necessary. Ash was here she was Bucky and (Y/n)'s daughter, they were taking care of her like her parents, which they were. Bucky and (Y/n) had each other and Ash. They didn't really need him, did they? By the looks of what was happening in the bedroom, they had forgotten about him anyways.

Steve jumped startled " Jesus Chris" as he looked up to find Ash standing over him "You nearly gave me a heart attack". The girl didn't say anything just continued to look down at her with a blank expression. "Um... Are you okay? Is there something you need?" she shakes her head and nods to him. 

"Me?"  she points to the hallway leading to the bedrooms. 

"talk" she simples says then walks over towards the kitchen. 

She was right Steve had a problem that didn't involve just him. Plus they agree to communicate and talk through the relationship work through their relationship. And right now he wasn't following through with that deal. Steve looked to Ash who grabbed a water bottle and was walking back towards her room. "How did you know?" looking back at him she simply shrugged and continued to her room without a word. That girl was definitely smarter than she let on.

Letting out a heavy sigh Steve stood up. He had let this thoughts spin around and sit in his head for too long now it was time to be an adult and talk about them with his wife and husband. 

-

(Y/n) and Bucky was in a deep conversation about Steve when the man of the hour made an appearance. Though he didn't look too happy. " Hey, can we talk?" now worried Bucky and (Y/n) separated and made space in between them. 

"Is something wrong?" (Y/n) asked as she pulled Steve away from the door and on the bed in between them. 

" I just... I haven't been feeling well."

"Are you sick? Should we go to the med bay? I didn't-"

"(Y/n)" Bucky snapped her back into reality and out of the hole she was burying herself in. " Let him talk"

"I'm sorry. I'm just worried. Talk to us."

"First off I'm not sick. When I say I don't feel well I mean my feelings. Recently I've been feeling a really left out like the third wheel. Like I do not need or necessary."

"When did these feelings come up? Why"? Bucky asked as he pulled Steve into a hug. 

"You, (Y/n), and Ash make a beautiful family," he confessed as he wrapped his arms around Bucky waist but he pushes him away before he could. 

"I...What?" 

Steve sighed pulling away " I see you two talking and taking care of Ash and I don't know how to do that or to connect with her but you guys are doing it perfectly. You guys are her parents. And then I saw you two before coming in and I just I guess I just felt left out." 

(Y/n) leaned forward kissing Steve's cheek " would you like to know what we were talking about before you came in the room?"

"What made you laugh?" Steve asked

"You apparently, We were talking about your best features. She insists that it's your ass but I think it's your pecks. Although we both agree your lips are amazing. We haven't forgotten about you, Steve. You just seemed out of it so we were giving you space hoping you'd come to us when you were ready." Bucky said as he ran a hand through Steve's hair. The blonde closed his eyes and leaned into his touch. 

"It was Ash. She saw me slumping in the living room and told me to 'talk' so I came to you." 

"Ash is smarter than she looks. She can sense other's emotions although she doesn't fully understand emotions entirely. She's learning. Bruce thinks she got some updated serum or something. We haven't really looked into it." (Y/n) said as she rubbed Steve's shoulders " You should spend more time with her since you're feeling so left out of this family. Spend time with this family. "

Bucky agreed " I spent the morning with Ash, (Y/n) spends the afternoons with him, you should take nights. One on one with our daughter. You'll love it. She's amazing." 

Steve sighed he had over thought this entire situation he had no one to blame but himself and his insecurities. Pulling and wrapping (Y/n)'s arms around his waist he leaned his head on Bucky's shoulders. He was so lucky to have them both sometime he thought himself unworthy or them just to good for him they truly were a gift to him and gifts he'd wake up and thank god for every morning. Even though he didn't deserve them they were his and they weren't going anywhere. 

" God, I love you both. What have I done to deserve you?"

"Everything right my love." (Y/n) said kissing his neck " Except take a shower. Now go. Shower before bed."

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And When He Smiles I Swear I Can’t Breathe

Alan Rubin x fem!Reader

Word count: 1,415

Fandom: Blues Brothers

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Blues Brothers characters or movies. This refers to Alan Rubin as a character in the movie, not the real Alan (although he obvsly played himself but you know what I mean)

I’d like to add that I made everyone of the band a few years younger (so the age gap between the reader and Alan isn’t that big), so he’s approx. in his early 30s.

Sophia & Lisa are two OCs created by two lovely people within the fandom.

Warnings: swearing

Chapter II

When they got to the bar Charlotte did her best to stick to her two best friends which were pretty soon wrapped into their boyfriend’s arms.

Charlotte shared a table with the two couples, Elwood and Murph, who started to report on their latest US tour, which they had ended with tonight’s concert in their home town of course. “Think we can all agree that we got the best response in the Southern cities” “Sure, those mountain people do not know anything about proper dance music and shaking a leg.” Elwood added. And then Murph told the funniest story about how the smashed his e-piano by accident on the highway and how desperate they were to find a new one before the next gig.

Jake ordered a few rounds of shots for everyone and the guys kept on telling some stories from the last few weeks. The rest of the band was lingering at the bar and Mr. Fabulous took a long glance at Charlotte. She was wearing a black dress with golden details on it, black boots and a leather jacket. He really liked her style. And she looked adorable, smiling and laughing about the jokes the others must have told. He admired the young woman for some time until he finally approached her. “May I buy the lady a drink?” “Er.. I-, I…”, she stammered. “Sure, she’d love to!”, Lisa chipped in and gave her friend a soft push towards the trumpet player, who carefully put his arm at Charlotte’s lower back, ushering her towards the bar. “So what does a girl like you likes to drink? A beer? G and T?” “Wine, please, white!”, she gave the bartender an assuring nod. Alan raised his hand. “Any particular wish?” “Right, you’ll probably judge me for that but a Chardonnay, please.. if you got any.” “Make that two, please.” They picked up their glasses and went to the nearest table. “Chardonnay, huh?”, the man laughed. “Why’s that?” “I dunno… My parents love those fancy-schmancy restaurants and I kinda started to like the taste of a good Chardonnay.” She raised her glass “Thanks for the drink, Alan. To the fancy things in life then…?” “And to your first and hopefully not last concert of the Blues Brothers Band!” The two clinked their glasses. “Cheers!” “Surprisingly this one tastes quite delish.”, Alan joked after taking a sip, checking out the bar in an exaggerated manner and they both laughed. “Well, to be honest I think wine is the only fancy thing I like. Can’t even stand the food at those restaurants, most times I order a salad, can’t do much wrong with that.” “I guess that’s true.” “How long have you been playing with these boys?” “A few years know. I know Jake back from NY City and he asked me to join these fellas. Good thing I didn’t know how nut these boys were, I’d probably have never agreed to that.” He looked at Charlotte and couldn’t quite read her face, so he quickly added “I’m just kidding, they’re great… So, what do you do when you’re not dragged to concerts of your bestfriend’s boyfriends?” “You know, college stuff. I study law.” Alan gave Charlotte an acknowledging nod. “Oh? You wanna become a lawyer?” Her mood suddenly changed. “Well, my dad is one, so…” She quickly changed the topic and cleared her throat. “May I ask you something?” “I’ll answer you everything you wanna know.” She blushed. What was he doing to her? She insecurely pushed around her glass. “Soo… Why that nickname?” She emphasised “Mr. Fabulous?” He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.” He took a big sip from his glass and licked his bottom lip after swallowing. Charlotte felt hypnotised. She couldn’t take her eyes from his sensuous chiseled lips. “I guess I AM fabulous.” Charlotte softly moaned “You certainly are.” The following awkward silence brought her back to reality. “Gosh, did I just say this? I’m so sorry.”, she apologised. “The wine must have gotten into me.” God, she wanted to slap herself for that. “It’s alright, thought it was rather cute.” She looked up from her glass into his beautiful hazelnut eyes and could have stayed there forever.

“Do you like another drink?”, he offered her. “Huh? Oh no, it’s really getting late. I think I better leave!” “Sure I’d be happy to take you home.” “Thanks for the offer, Alan but I got here with Sophia, her car’s still parked outside.” “So?” “Well I bet she wants me to drive back with her.” “I bet she don’t.” Charlotte sighed and looked over to her friend, who was sitting on Jake’s lap, one arm around his neck, wearing his hat. “Look, I’m sorry, don’t wanna force you into anything.” “Would you give me minute with her?”, Charlotte asked the handsome musician and went over to her friend. “Hey girl. Did you check the time recently? I really need to get home.” “Oh I’m sorry hun. I planned on spending the night with Jake… You know he’s been on tour so much lately, we barely got to see each other the past few months.” “Ffs, c’mon, you can’t let me down.” “On the contrary, looks like Mr.Fabulous is very eager to drive you home.” She giggled and couldn’t help noticing him at the bar, watching the two vigilantly. “How about that: You take me home and THEN you can still go to Jake’s.” “How cruel of you! That’s the most unromantic thing ever.” Charlotte squinched her eyes. “Don’t you see I’m only trying to force your luck here? He’s obviously crazy about you.” “Right, just never mind. I’m sorry, it’s just, I feel kinda overwhelmed. Enjoy your night, you two!” Charlotte gave his friends a quick smile and turned back to the man who had been waiting for her at the bar. “Seems like we’re good to go.” “Excellent. Just let me grab my jacket.” They walked down the street until they got to a black Mercedes 300SL sports car.. “Here we are.” “No way this is your car!” “Well, seems like I’ve got the keys.”, he said and opened the passenger door, holding it open for her. “This is one of my favourite models.” She stated and let her fingers trail over the passenger’s instrument board. “How do you - I mean, you’re only a trumpet player!” “Yeah but I play the flugelhorn, too.”, the quick-witted musician replied. He quickly closed the door behind her and took a seat behind the wheel. 

It was a rather awkward ride for both of them. Both thought about what to say or how to keep the conversation going but couldn’t come up with anything inventive. And Charlotte felt guilty for her remark about his car, thinking this was the reason he was so quiet. 

They finally reached Charlotte’s house. He got out of the car, walked around and opened the passenger door for her again. He held out his hand to her “Milady?” She put her hand in his and tried to get out of the car as elegant as possible.”Why thank you!” Seeing that he actually wasn’t angry at her gave her some desperately needed  courage. “Alan? I’m sorry about what I said about you owning that car… I didn’t-“ “Don’t you worry about that! Usually I’m pretty good at dishing it out in a joking way, so I have to be able to take it as well.” He shrugged his shoulders and took a look at the house in front of them. “This isn’t your home, is it?”, he asked with a smile. “What? Of course it is.” She looked over her shoulder. “What blew the secret?” “The tricycle at the front door…?” She inhaled sharply. “I mean chances still are you have a sibling at the age of 4.” Charlotte sighed. “I’m so sorry. This got nothing to do with you. My parents think I’m on some kind of girls movie night at Lisa’s. And they prefer staying up until I get home.” “No harm done. I completely understand. I hope to see you again sometime…?” “Sure, I’d like that.”, the girl smiled. “Good night then.” And with that he gave her a kiss on the hand. She couldn’t believe he just did that! What a gentleman! How freakin wholesome! She tried not to show any of her excitement on the outside when he watched her walking to the neighboured house and disappearing through the front door.

Chapter I 

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𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕

Read 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕 on AO3 Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24957589

Fandom: Danganronpa v3

Ship: Kokichi Ouma X Shuichi Saihara, Background Harukawa Maki X Momota Kaito

Word Count: 4,889

Warnings: none!

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Shuichi Saihara rolled over in his bed and struggled to open his tired eyes. The sounds of a morning talk show came from the TV that rested atop his dresser. As he was never one to lounge around in bed all morning, he got right up and made his way to a slightly cramped bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for the day. He was mindful of the stacks of paper strewn across his floor; files he had meant to organize the previous night but had fallen asleep before he could. Once he had changed and brushed his teeth, he entered the living room with a yawn. He glanced at his phone. Shit. It’s late. How is it already almost noon? he asked himself as he saw empty cans of soda and papers scattered about the coffee table and floor. Kaito must have been working out here last night . Shuichi was knocked out of his train of thought when he heard keys jingle as the door opened.

“Hey, man, you’re finally awake! It’s about time. You never sleep this late. I was getting a little worried, if I'm being honest,” Kaito laughed as he entered the apartment. Kaito was his roommate in college. He helped Shuichi become more active and stronger, and Shuichi would help him on his assignments when he had the chance. Shuichi was always there for Kaito, and Kaito was always there for Shuichi. When they both graduated, they had both decided to stay in the city since they could both find a job easily as well as an apartment for cheap. Shuichi was currently working as a private investigator with his uncle and Kaito worked at the Dodonpachi Observatory. They were already used to each other’s schedules and had decided to rent an apartment together as it made sense for them economically.  

“Sorry about that. I had to finish up some reports last night, and I guess I lost track of time. Honestly, I don’t remember falling asleep,” Shuichi said as he yawned again, walking over to the kitchen island and took a seat. He rubbed his eyes and glanced over at his roommate. Kaito appeared to be covered in sweat. He must have just gotten back from one of his morning runs. Kaito pulled the carton of eggs out of the fridge and grabbed a cup from their cupboard. As Shuichi watched Kaito, he heard his own stomach growl. Guess I should probably eat something, he thought to himself as he got up off his stool and made his way to the fridge. He saw a bunch of apples on the counter and shook his head. Pancakes could be good, he mused as he opened up the pantry. His eyes scanned the area looking for ingredients. He placed the pancake mix on the counter and went to grab the carton from Kaito. He watched as Kaito cracked the last egg into a cup. Shuichi watched in horror as Kaito downed the egg in one gulp. He cringed at the sight. Shuichi opened the fridge, trying to see if there was anything he could use a substitute for eggs. He went to his phone and googled what he could do. He sighed after doing a quick search, realizing that he would have to go to the store no matter what.

“You good, man?” Kaito asked.

“Oh, yeah. I just don’t know what to eat,” Shuichi said as he shut the fridge. “I was planning on making pancakes, but it looks like we’re out of eggs now,” he awkwardly chuckled as he gestured to the empty carton of eggs.

“Ah, shit. I’m sorry, man,” Kaito said as he looked at the empty carton. He placed a hand on his chin and hummed, thinking deeply. He snapped his fingers. “I know! Let’s go to 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕. It’ll be my treat.”

Shuichi corked an eyebrow. “Are you sure? It’s nearly noon. Don’t they only serve breakfast?” Kaito began laughing.

“Bro, they’re open all day! You know brunch and breakfast for dinner exist, right?��

“Oh, yeah. I guess people do that,” Shuichi shrugged. “Still, I don’t know. I don’t want you to have to come out with me just because I wanted some pancakes,” Shuichi trailed off. He worried he was being a burden. He didn’t want Kaito to feel obliged to go with him. It was his own fault he ended up sleeping in so late. Shuichi wondered if he should even go, given that he still had a lot of work to do.

“Dude, you’ve been working your ass off, and you know I don’t mind! Plus my Maki Roll is working today!” Kaito hummed. Maki was Kaito’s girlfriend of almost four years. They had gotten off to an awful start in college, they were both in the same *class* and had been paired together for a project. Maki gave Kaito the impression that she absolutely hated him. Kaito was infatuated from the start. Shuichi was surprised Maki didn’t file a restraining order the first year they had met. Kaito constantly insisted that they should be workout buddies since they both had a strong interest in fitness. At first, she only accepted because she hoped this would lead to him getting off of her back. Soon, much to her dismay, she began looking forward and actually enjoying their daily workout sessions. It was not long after until they started dating.

“Oh, I see, you just want an excuse to go see your girlfriend,” Shuichi teased. “Alright, fine,” Shuichi said as he reached for his phone on the counter and called for an Uber.

“Yes!” Kaito cheered as he made his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

Kaito held the door for Shuichi as they both walked into 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕. They made their way to the host stand. Maki stood there wearing a short black lace dress ripped and patched together with safety pins. She was zoning out as she traced the design on the menus sitting atop of the stand with her index finger. She began her greeting as she heard the door close.

“Hello and welcome to 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕. No, you may not do a wrist check. How many will you be today?” Maki looked up to see the customers. Her eyes widened. “K-kaito?! What are you doing here?” she whisper-yelled.

“I’m here to see my little Maki Roll!” Kaito cooed as he made grabby hands toward her.

“I love you, but please do not, and I mean, do not call me that here.” Maki hissed as she glared at Kaito.

Shuichi definitely felt intimidated as he took in the scenery. He was used to Maki since she was basically being herself, but the heavy rock music blasting and the skulls decorating the place was more than he was used to.

“Okay, fine,” Kaito grumbled. “Anyway, can Shuichi and I get a table?” Maki nodded as she grabbed two menus and two sets of silverware. She motioned for them to follow her. She kept her head down as she led them through the restaurant. Shuichi deduced that she was embarrassed that her co-workers could see the affection her extravertive boyfriend was trying to show, especially since the restaurant was empty, and there was nothing for most of them to do but gossip. She placed the menus and silverware on the table at their booth. “Enjoy your meal,” she huffed before she leaned down to Kaito and placed a quick peck on his cheek. “I’ll text you after my shift.”

“Aw, thank you, Maki Roll!” Kaito grinned widely as he said her nickname aloud. She clenched her fists as one of her coworkers snickered from behind her.

“Maki Roll? That’s a new one!” the voice laughed as it cleared the table next to their booth. Shuichi looked behind Maki to see the owner of the voice. His plum-colored hair curled messily at the ends, framing his face elegantly. Light violet eyes were accentuated by a rim of dark smudged eyeliner. He seemed to fit into this place well. Shuichi could see his ears poking through his hairstyle; they appeared to be covered in piercings. Underneath his apron, he wore a dark purple cropped tank top which showed off his toned sides. He had a black and white checkered bandana tied around his thin-yet-toned bicep paired with skin-tight leather pants that did not leave much room for the imagination. Shuichi mentally scolded himself for staring at that area a little too long. He made eye contact with the voice who shot him a smile. Shuichi’s cheeks began to heat up. He felt as if he could get lost in those piercing eyes. The two stared at each other longer than socially acceptable before Maki walked away with a huff, embarrassed by her coworker. He was snapped out of the gaze. “I’ll be with you two in a minute!” the voice called as he carried the dishes into the back.

As Kokichi entered the kitchen he saw that Maki was leaning against the counter. Her lips were pressed into a firm thin line. She looked unamused and her arms were crossed. Kokichi let out the laugh he had been trying to hold in. “Maki Roll! Oh my god! Who even was that dude?”

Maki clenched her hands into fists. “Do you want to die?”

“Oh, I’m so scared.” Kokichi sneered. “You know, if I didn’t know any better I’d say he’s your boyfriend, but how could anyone ever love a edgy bitchl like you?!” Maki was silent, Kokichi took her silence as an answer. “HE IS!” Kokichi exclaimed.

“Shut up and go serve them,” Maki grumbled as she walked out of the kitchen, and made her way back to the front of the restaurant.

“Wait!” Kokichi called out, stopping Maki in her tracks. “Who’s that guy with him?”

“That’s Shuichi, his roommate. Now get back to work.”

Kokichi took a deep breath as he walked up to the table. “Hello, boys! I’m Kokichi and I’ll be your server of despair today. Can I get you two started with anything to drink?”

“Oh, um,” Shuichi stuttered, caught off guard by the greeting of the man. “Just a glass of water, please.”

“Ah, so you’re one of those cheapasses,” Kokichi said without hesitation. Shuichi sucked in his breath. Kaito held a hand over his mouth, trying to suppress his urge to laugh out, not wanting to embarrass his friend even more. He was used to the service here. “I’m kidding!” Kokichi laughed as he placed a hand on Shuichi’s shoulder, causing the man to jump. “And for you?” Kokichi said, turning his body to face Kaito.

“I’ll just have an iced tea,” Kaito replied. Kokichi hummed as he wrote the drinks down on his notepad.

“Be right back!” Kokichi chirped.

Shuichi let out a deep breath as he watched Kokichi walk away. “Relax man!” Kaito said as he watched Shuichi begin to tap his fingers nervously against the table.

“Are they all supposed to be like this?” Shuichi said in a hushed voice as to not offend the workers.

“Well, yeah. It is 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕 after all,” Kaito replied. Shuichi leaned back into his seat as he saw Kokichi returning. Kaito stared at Shuichi as he watched his friend try to keep his head down, fiddling with his fingers.

“Here you two go!” Kokichi said as he placed the drinks on the table. He pulled his notepad out once again. “Ready to order?”

“Yeah,” Shuichi said cautiously. “I’ll just have the short stack of buttermilk pancakes.”

“Alrighty! And would you like a syrup pentagram on top of your pancakes?”

“Um, sure,” Shuichi said. He was unsure if he made the correct choice.

“Awesome!” Kokichi said enthusiastically as he wrote the order on his notepad.

“I’ll have the breakfast sandwich,” Kaito responded.

“Would you like your eggs in the shape of a skull?” Kaito nodded and Kokichi finished writing their order.  He took their menus and made his way to the kitchen to place their order.

“Here you two go!” Kokichi said as he placed their respective dishes in front of the two men.

“Thank you,” Shuichi stammered as Kokichi placed the plate in front of him.

“Careful now, it’s hot,” he paused, “just like you.” Kokichi winked at Shuichi and placed Kaito’s meal in front of him.

“You two enjoy your food,” Kokichi said as he sauntered back into the kitchen. Kokichi took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart. He couldn’t believe he just flirted with a customer. This was 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕! He was supposed to be mean and edgy. He couldn’t stop thinking about the cold, calculating grey eyes of that guy. H Kokichi found it cute how timid he was.  He couldn’t help but try to stare at the boy through the window in the kitchen that looked out to the dining area.

“That’s really fucking creepy, you stalker,” Maki said as she walked into the kitchen, placing silverware into the dishwashing bin.

“I- uh, um.” Kokichi stammered, trying to pretend Maki didn’t just give him a heart attack. Maki said nothing as she walked off.

Shuichi hummed happily as he took another bite of his pancakes. “These are delicious!”

“I know, right?” Kaito agreed. “I think our waiter has the hots for you,” he said as Shuichi was taking a sip of water. This claim caused Shuichi to begin coughing and choking on his drink.

“What?” He croaked out.

“He keeps staring at you! He’s definitely into you! You should slip him your number!” Kaito said as Shuichi shook his head violently. “Come on man! Don’t be a pussy! Do it,” Kaito’s voice was gradually getting louder and louder. Shuichi feared that the other employees would hear him. Especially him .

“Okay, okay! Just be quiet,” Shuichi pleaded with a hushed voice. Kaito laughed and they continued to eat.

Kokichi made his way out of the kitchen area, noticing both of their plates were empty. “All done here?” he asked as he approached the table. The two nodded as they pushed their plates inward towards him. “I’ll just take these, and I’ll go get your check,” Kokichi said as he grabbed the plates and made his way to the kitchen. He placed their plated in the dishwashing bin and made his way to the register to print their check. He toyed with the idea of slipping the guy his number, but now it was his turn to feel hesitation. Once the check was printed he walked back over and placed it on the table along with a pen. “Take your time, you two!”

Kaito pulled out his debit card and slipped it into the check holder and filled out the receipt with the pen. Once it was filled out he handed the pen to Shuichi. “Now’s your chance, man,” he said as he slid a clean napkin towards him. Shuchi nodded as he took the pen. He began to write his number out on the receipt. His handwriting was shaky. He took extra caution to make sure the numbers were legible. After he wrote his number, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to add his name. He saw Kokichi coming back to their table. This caused him to panic and crumble the napkin in his hand as he placed his fisted hand in his lap, mentally cursing himself out.

“I’ll just take this!” Kokichi said as he took the check from Kaito and made his way back to the register. Shuichi released the breath he was holding and placed the napkin back on the table face down to avoid Kokichi seeing it, worried that he might see him as a creep.

“Shit,” Shuichi murmured, hoping at least his number was still eligible. He pulled out his wallet and grabbed a twenty-dollar bill.

“You never tip this much!” Kaito laughed

“Oh, well, I guess you can say he was special,” Shuichi blushed.  Kokichi made his way back over to the table.

“Here you go! Don’t worry, I only charged you about five hundred extra!” Kokichi laughed. “Kidding,” he said emotionless. Kaito and Shuichi chuckled nervously. “Have a horrible day you two!” Kokichi said as he began to walk off.

Shit, what if he doesn’t see the tip? Shuichi said to himself in a panic.

“W-wait,” Shuichi stammered as he stood up. Kokichi turned around. He was shorter than he expected; Shuichi towered over him.

“Yes?” Kokichi purred.

“Um, here you go,” Shuichi said as he handed Kokichi the twenty-dollar bill along with the napkin.  

“Aw, thank you!” Kokichi smiled. He read the napkin. “Shuichi Saihara.” Kokichi read in a sultry voice. “I like how that sounds!” He cooed. “Come back anytime, pretty boy,” he grinned. Shuichi felt his cheeks begin to heat up.

Throughout the rest of the day, Shuichi tried to push the idea of seeing Kokichi ever again out of his head. He figured Kokichi must have gotten hit on by almost everyone who went to that restaurant. Shuichi doubted Kokichi even read the number, convinced he had thrown it out the moment they left, figuring he was too bland to ever catch the eye of someone like him. He tried to busy himself with the piles of paper that needed organizing.

Maki came over once her shift finished. Her and Kaito hogged the living room. Shuichi decided to board himself up in his room. He laid atop of his bed, listening to the news on his TV mindlessly as he scrolled through his phone, trying to reward himself for finally organizing all of those papers and even cleaning his room up a bit. A notification flashed across his screen

Hey Shuichi! It’s Kokichi from 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕! ;) Shuichi’s mouth dropped open. He couldn’t believe it. He was already convinced that this was a prank set up by Kokichi and/or Maki. As much as he didn’t want to get his hopes up, he didn’t want to leave whoever it was on read.

Hi! Not to be that person, but this isn’t a prank, right? Shuichi immediately regretted every decision in his life he had made up to this very moment. He didn’t want Kokichi to think he had trust issues or was an extremely paranoid person. He placed his hands over his face as he saw the three typing dots pop up. He groaned, his heart beating a million miles per minute.

Nope! It’s really me! Kokichi from 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕! Kokichi responded. Moments later, a photo of him was sent. He was still wearing his outfit from earlier that day, without the apron. Shuichi could see his toned stomach. He wore a grin on his face. Shuichi felt his heartbeat in his throat and he studied the features of Kokichi. Five minutes had passed and Kokichi sent another message. Are you still alive, Shuichi? Shuichi scrambled to type out a response.

Yep! Sorry, I was just looking at your photo. Shuichi cringed as he read the message over once it was sent. He is making himself out to be a creep. He wished there was a reset button he could press.

That enamored by my beauty? Understandable. You’re not too bad yourself, though. Shuichi’s brain was short-circuiting. He dropped his phone and somehow, now his phone was calling Kokichi for a facetime.

“Wait, shit!” Shuichi cried out in a panic as he tried to cancel it. Suddenly, Kokichi accepted the call. Shuichi mumbled under his breath, “fuck me,” not aware Kokichi’s video had already connected.

“Is that how you greet every person you call? But don’t worry, I will eventually,” Kokichi laughed as he watched Shuichi’s face turn red. “Honestly, don’t feel embarrassed, I was actually about to ask if I could call you.”

“Oh, really?” Shuichi said quietly. He wished the earth would reclaim his worthless form.

“Mhm! You’re a cutie, and I wanted to see you again! So I hope you weren’t hoping you could just give me your number and never hear from me again!” Kokichi cheered.

“Really? You think I’m cute?” Shuichi whispered. He tried to hide the shock he was feeling. “I’d also like to see you again if you really meant that!” Shuichi stammered again.

“Yep! How about you and I hang out next Friday? We can do whatever you like!” Kokichi winked, Shuichi felt his throat go dry at what Kokichi could be implying.

“That sounds nice. I’d really like that. A lot, actually.” Shuichi responded.

“Awesome!” Kokichi sang. “You can come to my place! I’ll send you my address later.” Shuichi let out a yawn. He knew he should go to bed soon, but he didn’t want to end this conversation with him. Kokichi may never talk to him again. “You seem sleepy,” Kokichi cooed. “You should get some rest.”

“Yeah, I know,” Shuichi groaned. Kokichi noticed Shuichi’s hesitance to say goodbye.

“I’ll text you tomorrow morning, okay?” Kokichi smiled as Shuichi’s eyes seemed to light up. “You’re going to go to bed now, right?” Kokichi asked. Shuichi nodded his head. “Good boy. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Kokichi hung up the phone. Shuichi’s head was spinning. What just happened? he asked himself. His phone was lying atop his chest as he tried to make sense of everything that happened. His phone vibrated again.

You better be going to sleep now. Goodnight, Shuichi!

T hroughout the whole week, Shuichi had trouble focusing at work. He was able to do his job but he found himself becoming distracted, constantly checking his phone, worried he was missing any message Kokichi had sent him. Kokichi had said good morning to him every day and would text him throughout the day, usually complaining about customers and/or his coworkers. Friday couldn’t have come any quicker in Shuichi’s opinion. The moment he clocked out for the day he began to feel nerves coursing through his body. He had gone home and placed his bag on his bed, not bothering to unpack it. After a long day cooped up in a hot and sweaty office he had the strong urge to freshen up

“Good luck man!” Kaito said as he saw Shuichi making his way to the door. Maki was cuddling into his side, but once she saw Shuichi she quickly sat up and out of the position she was in.

“Thanks, I’ll text you later. See you guys!” Shuichi said as he began to open the door.

“Wait! Here, catch these!” Kaito called out. Shuichi turned around to a box flying at his face. He caught the box and read the front. Oh, this is a box of condoms… Shuichi felt his face burning up with embarrassment, but he simply rolled his eyes and threw them back to Kaito.

“I think you will be needing these more than I will. Have fun,” Shuichi said as he quickly left the apartment, making his way down the building stairs to meet his Uber outside.

Shuichi was constantly checking his phone, hoping he was going in the right direction. What do I even say to this guy? Oh my gosh. What if he kills me or something? Shuichi looked out of the car window, wondering if he could roll out of this car. No, this will be fine and I will be okay , he repeated to himself. He continued to repeat this to himself as he got out of the car and made his way into the apartment building. Please be the right place, please don’t be some random person that isn’t Kokichi , Shuichi prayed silently as he walked up to Kokichi’s supposed apartment. He knocked gently three times. Suddenly, the door swung open and Shuichi felt a weight pull him down.

“Shuichi! You came! I’m so glad!” Kokichi smiled as he pulled Shuichi into a hug.

“Uh, yeah!” Shuichi laughed nervously, patting Kokichi on the back.

“Well, make yourself at home!” Kokichi said as he led Shuichi into his apartment. You could always get a sense of a person based on their house and how neat it was, the colors, arrangement of furniture, etc. Shuichi was an expert at this, especially since he was an investigator. He was actually surprised when he entered the apartment, it was surprisingly bright. Based on Kokichi’s appearance, he expected it to be dark and almost have a satanic vibe. Instead, the apartment was very neat and quite modern. Kokichi made his way over to his black leather couch in his living room.

“Thanks,” Shuichi said nervously as he followed Kokichi to his couch.  

“So, I was thinking we could just chill and watch a movie?” Kokichi asked. Shuichi nodded, “Cool! I’ll let you pick the movie!” Shuichi felt panic begin to rise in his body again. What if he thinks my choice is stupid or boring? Oh my gosh, he’s gonna think I'm lame and then never want to see me again . Shuichi’s train of negative thoughts was abruptly interrupted by the feeling of a hand being placed on his shoulder. “You okay?” Kokichi asked gently. Shuichi nodded.

“Yeah, sorry. I was just overthinking things a bit,” Shuichi chuckled. “Why don’t you pick the movie, actually?”

“Are you sure? I’m definitely going to pick a horror movie, so I hope you don’t get scared easily,” Kokichi laughed maniacally.

The two were in the middle of Evil in the Depths III. Shuichi was used to dealing with many graphic and gruesome crime scenes on a day to day basis, so he was pretty good with gory horror movies, but he could not deal with paranormal horror movies. The fact that there was so little that could be proven or disproven genuinely frightened him to think about. Throughout the movie, the two of them found themselves inching closer to one another. Shuichi felt his one hand become much warmer than it already was. He turned his head to his right, where Kokichi was sitting and noticed that Kokichi had grabbed his hand. Shuichi smiled. He did not want to seem like a maniac, but on the inside he was screaming in excitement.

“Scared yet?” Kokichi whispered in a teasing voice. Shuichi shook his head.

“This actually isn’t that bad. Usually, I hate movies with ghosts,” Shuichi explained. Kokichi cut him off by laughing again.

“Just you wait and see.”

Kokichi and Shuichi continued to get closer and closer. At one part of the movie, a scene of a girl crawling down the stairs, screaming demonically, caused Shuichi to turn and hide in Kokichi’s shoulder. Kokichi had taken his opportunity to wrap an arm around him. “You okay?” Kokichi asked quietly, watching Shuichi nod in response. They stayed this way for the rest of the movie. Shuichi finding comfort in Kokichi’s arms.

Shuichi felt as if he could finally breathe once the credits rolled. He could feel the tension in his shoulders leave his body as Kokichi rubbed his back soothingly. “Has anyone ever told you you’re adorable?” Kokichi wondered aloud.

“Um, no. Well not since I was like three,” Shuichi chuckled.

“Well, I’m calling you adorable now,” Kokichi snapped back jokingly, sticking his tongue out.

Shuichi pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time. It was nearing midnight. As much as he enjoyed hanging out with Kokichi, he wanted to be able to catch a somewhat decent Uber driver. He began to sit up from the position he was in. “Thank you so much, Kokichi. I had a lot of fun tonight. I hope we can do it again,” Shuichi smiled.

Kokichi had a small pout on his face. “Heading out already? That’s okay. We should do this again. Sooner than later,” Kokichi winked as he stood up. Shuichi felt excitement rush through his body once again at the idea that he would get to see Kokichi again soon.

“I would really like that,” Shuichi said as he followed Kokichi to the front door. “Thank you again. I had a great time.”

“Me too, but I’m not ready to say bye until I do one last thing,” Kokichi smirked. Shuichi corked his eyebrow and looked at him in confusion. Kokichi reached up to Shuichi’s shoulders and pulled him down, allowing them to make eye contact. Kokichi suddenly placed his lips on top of Shuichi’s. Kokichi’s lips were surprisingly smooth, unlike Shuichi’s which were chapped and rough due to his constant toying with his teeth. Shuichi, although taken by surprise, kissed back with just as much passion as Kokichi.

They could have stayed this way forever if it wasn’t for that cursed human need to breathe. They both parted, both slightly panting in an attempt to catch their breath. “Wow,” Shuichi whispered. Kokichi nodded in agreement. “Um, does this make you my boyfriend?” Shuichi whispered, unsure how everything was supposed to play out now.

“Only if you want me to be,” Kokichi said as he wrapped his arms around Shuichi’s neck, pulling him down again for one more kiss. Kokichi teasingly nibbling on Shuichi’s lip before parting again. Kokichi’s brow furrowed. He realized he didn’t want to say goodbye yet. “Fuck it, stay the night. Please?” Kokichi asked, but it ended up sounding more like a plea. Shuichi didn’t even have to weigh the pro’s and con’s before he was nodding his head. Kokichi grabbed his arms and pulled him back into the apartment, kissing him again.

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Ashen Demon’s Cunning Tricks Chapter 1

Fandom: Super Smash Bros Ultimate

Character(s): Ridley, Male!Byleth, with some background characters

Ship(s): Ridley x Male!Byleth, more coming soon

Rating: T

Summary:

As the destroyer of planets and a space pirate, Ridley discarded such trivial feelings like love. However, all it takes is one cunning(?) Ashen Demon to melt the steel wall in his heart.

General Warning:

If you’re not into human/nonhuman then this isn’t for you. Also rated T for curse words in later chapters. This is also mostly character study of Ridley and the possibility of him falling in love. I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

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He is not the one to make friends and he is not here to make friends, definitely. He is called the ‘Cunning God of Death’ in his own world. He committed many atrocities in the name of himself until one day received an unknown letter from the World of Light.

Ah. I see. This is my call for an even more battle to death…! I accept this! 

He also heard that his arch nemesis aka the little girl called Samus is also joining the World of Light battles. And he couldn’t wait to destroy her once and for all!

So he thought. 

And how foolish of him to think that's all there is to it. 

They promised me endless thrilling near-death battles!! 

So

How did I end up like thiiiiis?!?!?

Ridley thought as he sat down in a casual dining room at one dinner night. For how many times has he thought about that? He couldn’t count anymore. This damned ‘Smash Mansion’ built by Master Hand is nothing but a base filled with nothing but fighters who are obnoxious, goody-two shoes who abide by the rules, and the children… ugh… the children. He usually thinks they’re sinless and okay, but these children are driving him up the wall. They keep asking him to carry them on his back or play with them. Ridley hates it and whenever he tries to tell them to buzz off, they use their most powerful weapon to make him obey them; Samus. 

The Samus that he met in the World of Light is different than the one where he came from. This Samus claimed she has slain him for good and knows every trick he has on his sleeve, much to his horror, and she’s not joking. Whenever Ridley tries to act out of the boundary of rules, her shots are always an inch apart from absolutely pulverizing his skull. 

However, he found an acquaintance with some fellow ‘bad guys’ of the Smash Mansion and it’s nice to have a group to vent your frustrations to. It’s a rare feeling that he never felt before during his time in Space Pirate. And they’re all wicked like him… which suits him just fine. 

Ridley thinks this life kind of sucks, but could’ve been worse. He sighed as he took another slurp of the ramen in front of him.

Tonight is the night they welcome a new fighter in the World of Light: Min Min! She’s a young lass who owned a ramen restaurant back in her world, and out of her peers, she manages to win an invitation to the World of Light. For Min Min, this is important, she wants to promote her family’s restaurant more and more, even if it were to expand to another dimension and world.

Yeah. That’s noble of her, so Ridley thought. At least for celebration, he got delicious food that isn’t usually served in Smash Mansion. Maybe with Min Min’s arrival, the current chefs of the mansion would learn a thing or two from her. 

Speaking of the two chefs, they're really taking notes out of this foreign dish that is not from their world. The two chefs are twins from the dimension of Fire Emblem: Bereto and Beresu. Their real names are Byleth, but it’d be confusing if they both are called Byleth, so they all agreed to be called by their nickname from their fathers. 

Both Byleths are like robots, Ridley thought. They barely emote and always observe others. They have tendencies to give someone random things or search for lost items to give to someone in the Mansion. When they first met Ridley, they immediately raised their weapons until Mario had to stop them, telling them that they’re not one of those… ‘crest monster’ or whatever they thought Ridley is. 

They also have high curiosity and desire to learn more, given that they’re both professors at an academy back in their world. The children love to learn from them, and the Byleths seems to love them too, which is a relief for Ridley, so they would leave him the hell alone.

The Byleths also seem to get along with most Smash Mansion members, with Bereto getting along with the men and Beresu getting along with the ladies. Bereto tends to flock more to the baddies group for some reason while Beresu keeps getting pampered by the few lady members, given makeup or cute dresses. Ah, same fate as Dark Samus. Beresu and Dark Samus would get along for sure. 

As for Bereto, the men of Smash Mansion love to have fishing-off with him. Whether they’re villains or heroes, Bereto takes on challenges with open arms. So far, him and the Animal Crossing world Villagers are on par fishing skill wise. For those who prefer thrilling battles with Bereto like Ridley, he is offering his sword too… or three of the legendary relics from his world. Ridley thought a mere human with a sword like him is an easy opponent, just like any other humans he faced in Smash Mansion. 

And that leads him to his downfall. And something more. 

Once, Ridley challenged Bereto in a battle at Garreg Mach. Bereto, with his students cheering on him from behind, is seen more alive than he usually is during his time in the Smash Mansion which Ridley doesn’t get the feeling. 

Ridley thought it's just gonna be an easy match. No problem. Just like fighting Marth, Roy, Lucina, and Chrom. No problem, right? 

And he thought wrong.

Damn, what is he made of?! That was Ridley’s last thought before he was slashed with Bereto’s demon lance Areadbhar and was thrown off stage..

GAME!!!

THE WINNER IS…. BYLETH!

However…

A whip-like sword catches Ridley’s waist right in time before he can meet his doom. There is no ultimate death in the World of Light, but falling off-stage can be a very painful experience. 

Huh?

Ridley feels a strong pull from above and he eventually was thrown on the stage. He felt slight pain on his body from the impact, but it’s not as big a surprise as what Bereto did to him. 

“Hurrgh…?!?” Ridley groaned.

“Are you okay?” with a monotonous voice, Bereto approaches the beaten up dragon. 

Despite his initial shock, he tried to be cunning like himself, “Hah! Your pity would just cause you your li—!!” As he turned his head and tail to impale Bereto, time seemed like it stopped and his vision darkens.

When Ridley blinked he saw Bereto parry his tail with the dagger on his hips. Before Ridley can do anything, Bereto lets go of the Sword of Creator that currently binds Ridley and summons his axe Aymr and swings it down with two of his hands. Ridley thought, Oh crap, before Bereto stopped barely at Ridley’s neck and Bereto’s foot stepped on Ridley’s tail that unfortunately landed on his chest. 

Being tied up with the Sword of Creator and being stepped on… while he has an axe pointed to his throat, this is a rather awkward situation for Ridley. 

“You lose, Ridley. Give it up,” Bereto declared. “Don’t make me use another divine pulse,” 

“My my, isn’t using divine pulse cheating… professor?” Ridley said in a mocking tone in his last word. 

“You didn’t hear the announcer do you? The battle’s over,” Bereto sighed. “You don’t want me to call Samus over, right?”

Ridley immediately shuddered. “... Pah, you win, Bereto,” 

“Alright. That was a good match, Ridley. Thank you,” Then, Bereto surprisingly cracked out a smile. Slight smile. And Ridley saw that. 

And that was the first smile that melted through the steel wall inside Ridley’s heart. 

--

[hellfirenacht]

Can't Be Unseen Chapter 1

Fandom: Sally Face

Pairing: Sal x Reader

Summary: Flirting is fun, but flirting with Sal Fisher is the most fun of all. 

Ao3

It wasn’t exactly a secret that you were a huge flirt; everyone in your friend group got a taste of it, no matter their gender or sexuality. Larry gets a new shirt? Double pistols and a wink. Todd comes to school wearing contacts? Compliment him on his eye color as he rolls his eyes and reminds you that he’s gay. Ash tries out some new makeup look? She’s once again made a masterpiece of her flawless canvas of a face. 

Flirting was almost second nature to you, but there was one boy whom you liked flirting with the most; your friend Sal “Sally Face” Fisher. You could hardly help yourself around him. Something about his cute short stature, blue pigtails, kind attitude, and sweet guitar skills had you swooning. He was almost like a porcelain doll, though his prosthetic was actually made out of a more sturdy plastic. 

Still though, you never missed a chance to compliment him or flirt with him or even just talk with him. You had known him for 2 years and in that time he’d become someone who you’d felt totally comfortable and happy with. Developing a crush on the boy wasn’t exactly in your plans, but it happened anyway. Despite his obvious feelings for Ashley, you were content just spending time with him. Besides, covering up your crush with the endless flirting made it much more easy. 

It was early September when you two were walking home together with Larry. The crisp fall air wasn’t too cold yet, but comfortable enough for flannel and t-shirt combinations. 

“So Ashley’s seeing someone from another school now, huh?” Larry said, looking over at Sal. 

“Yeah, she seems really nice.” Sal said, “I hope we get to meet her sometime.”

“Aren’t you bummed though?” Larry replied. “I mean, I know you liked her and all.”

“That was last year.” Sal shrugged. “I still think she’s pretty, but I don’t think I’ve liked her like that for a while now. I’m happy that we’re friends, that’s all.“ 

You couldn’t help but look up from your phone that you’d been distracted by to listen in on their conversation. Sal didn’t like Ash anymore? Why was this news to you? 

"You’re a mature dude, Sally Face.” Larry nodded as all three of you wandered down into the basement of Addison Apartments. 

It had become a habit by this point- come home from school, go to the basement to do homework, listen to music and hang out, then go home. You all had tried to do homework while listening to music, but it turned out to be more of a distraction than a help. Larry would end up on a tangent about the song, Sal would be listening while his hands would start faking an air guitar, and you just couldn’t handle that much noise when trying to study. 

As you all settled into Larry’s room, a small beeping sound emitted from Sal’s bag. His phone’s alarm went off, reminding him to take some of his many medications. 

“Be right back!” he said, scurrying into the bathroom. You and Larry both had assumed a while ago that some of the medicine involved taking off his face. Though you had both seen it- well you had captured a split second glance on accident once- it was agreed upon that you give him privacy when it came to his face. 

You looked over at Larry who was digging through his bag, pulling out loose pieces of paper, trying to figure out which ones he needed to start his homework. 

“Dude, just get a binder. Or a folder!” you said, watching him. “Hell, I’ll give you one of mine. Your school organization is seriously stressing me out." 

"It’s fine, it’s fine.” Larry replied, as you heard a paper rip. “Woops." 

"Was that the math worksheet?" 

"I think so?” he handed over the paper to you. 

“Larry, this was last week’s homework! We even did this one together!”

“Hahaha, good thing they didn’t check it." 

"They did.”

“Oh… shit.”

You looked over at the bathroom door for a sec, hesitating a moment and lowered your voice. “I think I’m gonna ask him on a date.” you said, pulling out your own homework. 

“Who? Sally Face?” Larry asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“No, your mom. I’m gonna date your mom and you will be my new step-son.” You replied dead-pan, but then smirked. “Then we can add to the ever growing list of the not-related category on porn hub.”

Larry laughed. “If that wasn’t so messed up I’d almost be down. But seriously, you finally gonna do it?”

You nodded. “I’ve been thinking about this seriously ever since he admitted that he doesn’t like Ash anymore.”

“So, fifteen minutes.”

“Yes.”

“Good luck. I don’t think he’s ever been on a date in his life." 

"Then I’ll just have to make it special. If he agrees that is.” you shrugged. 

“If who agrees to what?” Sal asked, walking out of the bathroom. 

“I’m asking Lisa on a date.” you replied back quickly. “Gonna sweep that sweet lady off her feet, then Larry’s gonna have to call me ‘mommy’ too." 

Sal laughed, "Good luck with that. She’s been spending a lot of time with my dad lately, I think they’re going on a date this week.”

“Is that all that’s standing in my way? Then I’ll just have to date your dad too. Then you’ll both have to call me ‘mommy’." 

"Whatever you say.” Sal laughed, plopping down next to Larry. 

…

Despite it all though, it took you at least a month to work up the nerve to actually ask Sal out. Deciding that you wanted to was easy, but planning a date was becoming a little more difficult than you anticipated. You were sure he’d be happy with anything that you took him to do- but this was if he agreed to the date in the first place. 

Larry suggested taking him to the Sanity Falls concert that was coming up, but you declined that. Sanity Falls was very much Larry and Sals’ thing- not something that you’d ever want to take away from them. Plus, if you were being honest- Sanity Falls and heavy metal wasn’t fully your thing either. Sure you knew more about that band than anything else, but that was because of all the time you spent around the boys. 

In any case, a concert in general didn’t seem like the best idea for a first date. You’d have to get the tickets in advance and even with your part-time job, that was still a bit of money for an evening where you couldn’t even talk to him. You already had a bit of a job listening to his slightly muffled voice, you didn’t want to put loud music and screaming teens on top of that. 

You found a similar dilemma with dinner and a movie. It seemed too cliche, really, and not that personal. Besides, you all had done that a million times before. You weren’t just getting to know Sal at this point- you wanted to woo him! You wanted to make him feel special! You also wanted your feelings to reach him. 

The mall was a no-go. Sal didn’t really like shopping that much, and he usually got harassed by mall security for “wearing a mask”. 

It was too cold for the water park.

Walking around town just seemed like you hadn’t tried at all to plan anything. 

Nothing was coming together at all. 

You groaned and scribbled out what you were working on in art class for the tenth time. Your hands were covered in charcoal, and it was getting everywhere at this point. 

“What’s wrong?” Ash asked, next to you. “That one wasn’t so bad.”

“It’s not the assignment.” you admitted. “I… okay so I’m gonna just tell you. I wanna ask Sally on a date but I have no idea where to take him assuming that he’ll agree." 

"You like Sally?” She asked, a bit surprised. You nodded. “Oh, that does make sense. I thought you flirted with him a bit more than anyone else." 

"He’s sweet.” you said, looking down at your paper again, flipping to a clean page and scribbling to give you something to look at. “And he’s more kind than anyone I’ve met. He talked to Travis once and since then he’s stopped using those words. He’s… got this quiet confidence you know? He turned a cruel nickname into something he wore with pride. He stands up for himself. Sal… even with his self-esteem issues with his face, he… how do I put this? We’re all afraid of rejection, he is too. But he also knows that if someone rejects him, then that’s not the end of it. He always gives people a chance to actually know him. He’s stronger and more brave than anyone else I know.”

“Wow, you’re serious about this, huh?” Ashley said approvingly. 

“Plus did you see his butt when he was wearing that dress at the last Homecoming dance?” you asked, doodling said butt. 

Ashley laughed. “He did look great.” she agreed. 

“I just don’t know what to do.” you admitted. “I like Sal, I really really like him and I want him to give me a chance. To see me as more than just a flirt, you know? But if I can’t even think of a good date to take him on…" 

"He’d love whatever you plan.” Ash replied. “But I understand what you mean. Do you have any ideas at all?" 

You handed over the list, complete with commentary from you and Larry in the margins about why it wouldn’t work or was too expensive, or too not-Sal or too not-you. 

"Prom’s out?” she asked. 

“Prom’s next spring.” you explained. “I mean, I know there’s no time limit on asking him out, but that’s a bit far off. Also just feels like too much for a first date, you know?" 

She nodded and continued down the list. "Yeah, I see what you mean.” she said. “You need something that you can do together that doesn’t lean more towards one person’s interest, that still gives you a chance to talk and get to know each other, and that isn’t super expensive." 

"First dates are stupid if you already know someone.” you grumble. 

“…Oh! I have an idea!” Ashley suddenly grabbed a paper towel in an attempt to wipe off the charcoal on her hands. I got this flier in the mail the other day, I think this would work perfectly!“

You took the flier from her hands carefully as to not make a mess of it. "Fall Festival…?” you read. “Ash, this is perfect!" 

"It’s every weekend until mid-November.” she said, pointing. “Plus there’s a Halloween weekend as well! I think that he’d really like that." 

"Ash, have I mentioned that you are the most amazing and beautiful person I’ve ever met?” you asked. She just laughed. 

“Save it for Sal.”

…

“So you really gonna do it today?” Larry asked, leaning next to your locker. “I’m gonna miss your constant flirting when you and Sally Face get married.”

You snorted. “It’s okay, you can still call me 'mommy’ if you want, but you’ll have to call Sal 'daddy’.”

“Thanks, I hate it."Larry laughed. "Besides, he’s basically like my brother. He can’t be my brother and my dad at the same time.”

“Not with that attitude!” You closed your locker and pulled your backpack over your shoulders. 

“But seriously,” Larry said. “I hope it works out for you. I think you two would be good for each other.”

“Thanks.” you said quietly. “I’m honestly really nervous but I know that even if he says no today, he’ll still be my friend.”

“That’s just the kind of guy he is.” Larry agreed. “And for what it’s worth, he thinks your pretty.”

“…What?” you snapped your head to look at his shit-eating grin. 

“Oh yeah, I may have done some slight digging and wing-manning for you. Got him to tell me some things.”

“What things?!” you demanded. “Tell me everything word for word exactly what he said." 

"I’d love to, but he’s right behind you and as I recall you’ve got an important question to ask him." 

You whipped around behind you and saw the tell-tale pigtails bobbing along down the hall towards the two of you. 

"Larry, I’m gonna kill you one day.”

“You’re welcome." 

"Hey guys.” Sal said as he finally approached you two. “Ready to head home?" 

"Actually, I gotta go pick up some stuff for my mom today.” Larry said casually, lying through his teeth. 

“Oh, well we can come along and help out if you want.” Sal replied, but Larry shook his head. 

“No worries, I got it. You two go on ahead and we’ll catch up later, mk?" 

"Alright then.” Sal nodded, turning to you. “So are you ready?”

You smiled down at him, at 5'2 he was a good 4 inches shorter than you, but it hardly mattered. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” you replied. 

The late-October sky was a bit dark and gloomy with the threat of rain. You zipped up your jacket and hugged yourself for warmth as the wind blew around you. You were starting to regret choosing to look cute over warm today. 

It was quieter walking with Sal without Larry there, but not uncomfortably so. Sal could be both chatty and quiet and it suited him either way. Though normally you wouldn’t mind the quiet, you needed to think of some sort of topic that you could use to segue into asking him out. 

“It’s too damn cold.” you said, blurting out the first thing that came into your mind. 

“It’s only 58 degrees.” Sal replied. 

“Yes, that’s borderline freezing where I’m from." 

"I can keep warm perfectly fine.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re so hot.” you replied with a wink. That was better, now you were starting to find your groove. 

The boy let out a small laugh beside you. “It’s the prosthetic, isn’t it? Girls love the look on Halloween.”

“Mike Meyers chic is very sexy.” you agreed. “Jason’s got nothing on you." 

"Except maybe a foot and a half.” he admitted. 

“Speaking of Halloween.” You said, bracing yourself. “There’s a fall festival coming up this weekend. Actually it’s been going on since last weekend but it’s still happening this weekend.” Shit, you were starting to ramble a bit. You took a deep breath to keep your cool. 

“Yeah? That sounds like it could be fun.”

You stopped walking and turned to him and gave him your trademark smirk to hide your nerves. “Then go on a date with me tomorrow. I’d love to go with you." 

The two seconds it took for Sal to answer felt like an eternity. Everything seemed to slow down as he stopped walking and glanced up at you. 

"Uh, sure!” He replied and you could hear it in his voice that he was smiling at you. Your heart seemed to stop for a moment at his words, and for a second you almost faltered and looked surprised. 

“Awesome!” you replied. “Okay, so meet me at 1 in front of the apartments, mk? I’m gonna show you a great time!" 

…

BlankFace: HE SAID YES! 

You texted Ashley excitedly. You managed to keep calm and collected until you made your way back home, but you immediately jumped on the bed and started giggling like mad. After all that planning, you had not only managed to ask out your crush, but you had managed to plan an amazing date as well. 

AshleyFace: Aww, that’s great! I hope you two have fun!

BlankFace: And also get this, Larry said that he thinks I’m pretty apperenly??

AshleyFace: Well yeah, you are. 

BlankFace: Well I know that but I didn’t think Sal did! 

You couldn’t stop smiling to yourself. In less than 24 hours you’d be on your first date with Sally Face. With Ashley’s help, you had already picked out what you were going to wear and how you were gonna do your make up. In fact, you didn’t really have anything to do except wait. You sat up and grabbed your laptop again, pulling up the page for the festival for the hundredth time. Yup, it was still the same schedule, no changes in the weather reports, and no cancellations. 

You kinda regretted being too prepared. 

Behind you, your phone buzzed, and buzzed…. and buzzed. Your group chat seemed to be exploding. 

SallyFace changed the group name to Scooby Doo Minus the Dog

LarryFace changed the group name to Scooby Doo but Good

BlankFace: You take that back, Larry. Scooby Doo is the shit. 

BlankFace changed the group name to Scooby Doo Appreciation Fan Club

SallyFace changed the name of the group to No Dogs Allowed

LarryFace: Oops. 

BlankFace. oh shit sorry dude

SallyFace: It’s okay!

LarryFace changed the name of the group to The Putting Your Foot In Your Mouth Club

AshleyFace changed the name of the group to Bologna Fan Club

Everyone in the group chat is typing…

Next Chapter

[crue-sixx]

The Lost Crown

Title: The Lost Crown

Fandom: The Dirt

Summary: The reader has no idea who her family is-having grown up in the system and aged out without having been adopted.  It's not until her 19th birthday that a stranger comes claiming that she's a descendant of the royal family of a now democratic country and the rightful ruler.

Warnings: Swearing, reader being a princess.

18+ readers

All your life, you were a mystery even to yourself.  You had a nickname that you went by "Tootsie" you were very fond of it.  You grew up in the foster care system, you trying your best to be adopted, but people took one look at you and passed you by.  When you were younger, you tried to understand why nobody wanted you.  But as you reached the teenage years, you saw a new reason-you were too old.  People wanted cute babies and little kids, not teenagers that looked as if puberty had beaten them with an ugly stick.

You were walking home from school at the age of 17 when you first met Nikki Sixx.  The neighborhood bullies were hurling rocks at you and calling you the foulest of names.  You did your best to ignore them, clutching your emerald ring on a chain for comfort.  You had it since before you could remember, the thing nothing more than a bauble to others, but to you it was a lifeline.

This particular day, one of the rocks thrown at you hit you in the back of the head, causing you to fall.  The bullies surrounded you like sharks smelling blood.  They got in a few kicks when you heard someone else say "Get off 'er assholes!" then the sound of heavy metal hitting someones skull.  The others scattered, not wanting a beat down like their friend had gotten.  Your knight in dirty leather bent down and helped you up 'You alright?"

"Yeah" you spat out some blood from your nose "Not the worst beating I've taken" you wiped the remaining blood with your sleeve.  "I'm Tootsie" you introduced yourself.

"That's your name?" he raised an eyebrow, but let it go "I'm Fra-" he cleared his throat "Nikki.  Nikki Sixx" he said quickly.

"You sure about that?" you teased.

"I just got a legal name change last week" he explained and you left it at that, sensing that he didn't want to talk about it.  "Where you live?  I'll walk you home" he started walking with you.

"Warm Hearts" you said in a low tone.

"The foster home?" he asked. 

"Yeah" you said sarcastically "The place where people who don't want their kids put them to forget about them..."

"Sorry" he put his hands up in defense.

You sighed "No, I'm sorry.  I shouldn't be so sensitive about it..." You soon got the the steps of the Home and he looked at you expectantly.  "What?"

"I need a little back scratch, you helping you earlier" you rolled your eyes.

"What do you want?" you expected him to demand a blow job but you were surprised when all he wanted was a kiss.  You obliged, but only with a little peck on the cheek.

"That's all?" he whined in a playful tone.

"I'm only seventeen" you reminded him "If you want a piece of this" you slapped your ass in jest "You gotta wait till I'm legal and put in a little more of an effort" you teased back.

From that day on, he walked you to and from school, just to make sure nobody messed with you.  All the way through your graduation and eventual eviction from the Home.  A few weeks went by when he asked "Hey Toots, when IS your birthday?"

You looked down ashamed "I don't know..." you bought your knees into your chest "I don't even have a birth certificate..."

"Then pick a day and we'll celebrate then!" he laughed, not being bothered in the slightest.

This brightened your mood as you thought about it "March 17" you nodded matter of fact.

"St. Patrick's Day?" he smiled "So you wanna get extra hammered?"

You grinned at him "Yes!  Yes I do!" in agreement

"And I'm gonna tap that ass all night long!" .

"You've earned a good romp, I believe" you lifted up your skirt a little bit, to flash a bit of inner thigh.  He audibly gulped and began to sweat, his leather pants barely containing his growing erection.  You bit your lip, you never knowing just how big he was down there.  You however were a woman of your word and would wait until your birthday that you chose.

A month of couch surfing with Nikki went by when a rather gentlemanly person came up to you and asked "Excuse me Miss, but would your name be..." he looked at his paper and frowned "Tootsie?"

You raised an eyebrow "How's askin'?"

"I am Reginald Usher, a diplomat for the country of Elingard" you were even more confused now, you never having heard of the place before.

"What's that have to do with me?" Nikki came out to have a smoke and saw the spiffy man dressed to the nines talking to you. 

"Something wrong babe?" he put his arm around you, like he did when other dudes got too close to you.  He hadn't even asked you out yet and he was acting like your boyfriend.

The gentleman cleared his throat and continued "There is a democratic unrest back in Elingard, and I need you to come with me to settle things..."

Nikki was getting pissed now, you could tell by the way he tightened his grip on you "She's not going anywhere..."

Reginald scoffed and said "This doesn't concern YOU, boy" he reached into his coat and pulled out a few documents. He turned back to you and said "Your real name is Y/N L/N and you are the Queen of Elingard" he handed you the documents to look over, Nikki at your shoulder.

You didn't believe it for one minute and threw his papers back at him.  "You've got the wrong Queen dude,  I'm a nobody-I don't exist" you and Nikki turned to go back inside.

"Do you ever wonder where you obtained that emerald ring around your neck?"

You stopped and gently touched the very item he was talking about.  He continued "I gave that to you on the day of your birth nineteen years ago...you are my niece, Y/N" his voice didn't change, but you turned to see his eyes water.

"I want a DNA test" you told him "If I am who you say I am, I want proof" you went inside Nikki right behind you.  You needed to be alone to process this, to try and remember who you were.  Nikki wouldn't let you be though, and you didn't try to stop him.  He just held you until the both of you fell asleep.

The next day, Reginald came back with the DNA test and it was a positive match.  "You are my sister's child.  She married Prince (Father's Name) and had four children.  Then the day you were born, there was a coup.  I absconded with you and took you to America, left you in the care of Warm Hearts to raise you and told them not to let anyone adopt you until I came back..."

"If all that's true..." you started, feeling the anger rise up inside you "Why not take the throne for yourself when you had the chance?"

"I was imprisoned until recently, just gaining my freedom a month ago" he took your hand with a gentle warm grasp "Please Y/N" he brushed his palm against your face "Take the throne and save our country..."

You removed his hand from your body before Nikki did it more forcefully "Tell me more about our family first..."

"Your mother (Mother's Name) was beautiful yet fierce.Your father (Father's Name) was very tactical.  The coup was from the inside, a force from the military managed a hostile take over.  You were just born, not yet bathed of your birth blood when they came in and shot your father.  Your mother took up arms and told me to take you with me to someplace safe, that you were to be named Y/N and to never look back.  I bought you here and was arrested upon my return, where I was informed of the massacre your family had suffered" a few silent tears rolled down his cheek.

"I'll go" you told him "only if I can bring Nikki and our friends with me..." your friends, being his new rock band he had formed.  You had a bad feeling about this dude, Nikki having caught on as well.

Reginald looked at Nikki with contempt, and Nikki returned the gesture.  Reginald relented and accepted your terms after you gave the explanation "They're gonna be my security.  I trust them with my life" you touched Nikki's hand and he laced his fingers in yours.

When you got to Elingard, you were given a complete make-over.  They put you in a dress in the royal colors of pale yellow and sky blue, complete with a crown.  Your emerald ring now on your gloved hand.  You gazed on the portrait of your family in your salon, they all looked just like you.  Your eldest brother Julian, your eldest sister Josephine and your elder brother Oliver and your elder sister  Alexandria.  You looked at them, but felt no connection to them.

A knock at the door later, you snapped out of your trance and said "Who is it?"

"It's us" Nikki answered, to which you ran across the room and opened the door.  They all looked so uncomfortable in those stuffy suits but a moment of silence came over them as they saw your royal garb for the first time.

You blushed and said "S-stop staring...I'm just as uncomfortable as you are in this damn corset..." you tugged at the blasted thing constricting your ribs.

"You just look so beautiful..." Nikki let out a ragged breath.  Tommy, Vince and Mick all rolling their eyes at him.  They all knew he had the hots for you, but he didn't have the balls to say anything.   They even contemplated asking you out themselves just to make Nikki jealous, but that was quickly squashed when the news about you being a queen arose.  They didn't trust Reginald either, so they all kept close tabs on you.

"My coronation ceremony is in a few minutes" you said nervously "stay close to me..." You lead the way to the church where you were to be officially crowned, but the atmosphere around you seemed tense, like the calm before the storm.  Your men made a circle around you, feeling the room as well.  A messenger tapped Mick on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear.  His eyes widened and he dragged you behind him.

"Mick?  What's up?" you asked quietly.

"It's an ambush!" he shouted, the others getting in front of you "That man isn't Reginald Usher!  He's Fredrick Nash!  The very man who lead the coup!" you glared at the man who claimed to be your uncle, who was now laughing.

"So clever" he applauded "I needed you here to kill you, end the line for good in front of all those people your family wronged!  You royals gave nothing, but took everything!  You will pay for your family's deeds!" he pulled out a pistol and took a shot at you, Nikki instinctively diving over you to protect you.  

You shrieked, worrying that one of your men was hit.  The onlookers pulled them away from you, only you and Nash left standing  "It was always your destiny to die by my hand, Y/N L/N.  Follow your family to the depths of Hell!" he cocked his gun but the thing jammed.

In the scuffle, the corset had ripped thus allowing for freedom of movement.  You kneed him in the balls, he doubled over in pain as you stomped his hand with your heel.  "My name is Tootsie" you ground your heels into his hand, drawing blood "and I make my own destiny" you tossed the crown to the floor, the thing clattering.  "Take it.  It's yours.  This country means nothing to me..."

They were all in stunned silence when you said "Let's go home, boys" you tore off the dress and they followed you, glancing back to make sure that the crowd wouldn't be any more trouble.  They knew better than to try to talk to you on the plane home, even Nikki keeping his distance.  You had even thrown off your emerald ring on your way out.

You enter the apartment you all shared and flopped down on the couch, Nikki giving the other guys a look that said he wanted some alone time with you.  They got the hint and vacated the unit, and he sat down next to you "Why'd you do that?"

"What?" you asked back.

"Give up the throne" he motioned to the filthy apartment "for this?"

"Because, dummy" you turned to him "those royals may have been my biological family, but blood isn't what makes a real family worth while.  I never knew them, but when I met you...it was like someone finally wanted to be there for me" you felt his hand on your face and began kissing you.  You let out a low groan of desire and asked "What the fuck took so long Sixx?"

"I wanted to be sure you felt the same" he lifted you up onto his lap and continued kissing you, him taking off your shirt and moving your bra over to expose a nipple.  He teased it with glee and you laced your fingers in his hair and roughly pulled.  He gasped and looked at you with lust in his eyes.

"Ravage me" you ordered "Your Queen commands it" you kissed the corners of his mouth and down his neck.

He flipped you over and answered "So my Queen commands it" he pulled his dick out of his pants and rubbed it against your thighs "so shall it be.." he pulled your panties to the side and entered you in one strong thrust.

You let out a surprised yelp, but soon adjusted to him.  He had you riding him, him sitting up and supporting your back.  Both of your faces were flushed with desire, the sound of your squelching wetness prompted him to say the dirtiest things to you "You're soaking wet for me, baby...you really wanted my dick all this time, didn't you?"

You reciprocated with "You're so hard for me...always have been...from the first time I flashed you a thigh...don't think those pants hid anything from me..." you began to ride him harder, your breasts jiggling of their own accord.  He moaned loudly and let his head fall back.

"That's it baby..." he grunted "keep riding that giant cock just like that...Jesus Fucking Christ your pussy feels so good..." you felt yourself clenching and releasing him as you rode him, your hot breath blowing on each other's skin.

"I'm almost there, Nikki" you breathed into his clavicle "rub my clit..."

He did as he was told, you feeling his thumb circle your bud of nerves sent you over the cliff as a new wave of heat passed through you and sent you crashing into that zone.  Toots...fuck I'm about to..." you quickly dismounted and took him in your mouth, him pushing your head down so his cock exploded in the very back of your throat.  You gagged on him a few seconds before he released you, you having swallowed what you could and spat what you couldn't.

You climbed back up next to him and cuddled into his frame, twirling his hair around your finger.  "Why did we wait so long to do that?" you contemplated.

"Dunno" he replied. "But it was worth the wait..."

You nodded in agreement and yawned, the experience taking a toll on you.  "Wanna go to bed?"

"Yeah baby" he picked you up bridal style and laid you on the bed next to him.

[lottabank]

name: evelyn charlotte banks nicknames: charlotte , lottie , lott , char , charlie , charmander , etc. but she no longer goes by evelyn in this lifetime age: twenty three physically , sixty seven biologically sexuality: panromantic / sexual pronouns: she / her , cisfemale  species: vampire sign: gemini spotify: here pinterest: here

hello moon beams and star shines , this is late but i’ve just been busy with work ! i’ve got the time to try and finish stuff now , so i’m gonna work on trying to do my daughter’s intro. if you’d like to plot feel free to hmu via tumblr im or ask for my discord bc i’ll gladly give it. i also play rune ( shadow graced human ) so yeah it’s snottie back at it again , anything you want to know about me or lottie alike hmu or just read below to find out more about my sweet serial killer vamp princess

── the high council is prepared to hear the story of EVELYN CHARLOTTE ‘ LOTTIE ‘ BANKS , a VAMPIRE while noted as a WANDERER. we might of mistaken them as MADELAINE PETSCH. appearances may be deceiving, with immortality being so common among supernaturals. this being has walked the earth for NINETY years, and their face reflects an age of TWENTY THREE they’re a CITIZEN of estonia and will be residing in TALLIN.

during their stay of the harvest they shall work by day as a STRIPPER to blend in with the mortal crowd. however, at night you might find them as AN ESCORT / ASSASSIN. they’re UNHAPPY about the harvest, however, they plan to please the high council.

PERSONALITY.

vampire beauty queen , primadonna , self-proclaimed princess. this darling girl has always loved attention , luxury , all things beautiful and transitioning to the darkness only heightened that love. so much so that she will do just about anything to satisfy her own wants or needs. lottie is ruthless , verging on sociopathic. she is delicate , but she is dangerous. she is by no means unfeeling though , nor incapable of love. she can be sweet , she can be soft , she can be pink cheeks and bright smiles just as she can be bloody lips and deranged laughter. she is genuinely kind , loving and gentle unless your death would make her happier than your being alive.  

ruling planet: mercury — the planet of communication body parts: shoulders , arms , hands element: air good day: fascinating , original , resourceful , charming , wise , adventurous bad day: restless , distracted , two-faced , judgmental , depressed , overwhelmed favorite things: cell phones , fast cars , trendy clothes , obscure music , guitars , books , clubbing least favorite things: small-minded people , dress codes , authority figures , silence , routines secret wish: to have all the answers how to spot her: mischievous twinkle in her eyes,  humming , talking with her hands where you’ll find her: taking pictures , behind the bar , in a chat room , playing devil’s advocate keywords: communication , collaboration , synergy , cleverness , wittiness , inventiveness ,  ingenuity

charlotte’s energy circulates in a quick and frenetic way , witty wordplay and dynamic dialogue are her forte. she is great for brainstorming and socializing , but craves “ twin flame ” and kindred spirit energy and is always up for an intellectual meeting of the minds. 

under the influence she can find herself with the gift of gab , talking and conversing with others for hours hopping from pop culture trends to deep political topics. beware of when she becomes a “ gossip girl , ” as she can crank up the rumor mill. as renowned dr. bernie siegel says , “ we have the ability to cure with either ‘ words ’ or kill with ‘ swords. ' ” 

the essence of charlie’s energy is fascinating , original , resourceful , charming , wise , and adventurous. some negative manifestations can devolve into more restless , distracted , two-faced , judgmental , depressed , and overwhelmed energy. 

lottie has a tendency to ride the roller coaster of life , spiraling skywards one minute and plunging into lows the next. if you can keep up with her vibes though , you’ll have one hell of a thrill !

charlotte exhibits great creative synergy , instantly connecting people to each other. always inclined to spend time with friends and focused on changing the world one idea at a time.

a little bit older and wiser , more flexible and comfortable with change than others. she can “ chameleon ” herself to fit into a variety of situations. 

can come across as clever and quick-witted , eager to dish out the juiciest pieces of news and happenings to their friends via text message and social media. in case that’s not enough , she’ll probably send you a snapchat story for good measure.

lottie loves fast cars , trendy clothes and any wacky gadgets or games they can tinker around with. part of the fun ( and curse ) of this fiery red head is that you’re never quite sure which personality you’re going to experience. will it be the vivacious , pun-dishing jokester or the snarky , mean-spirited critic ? if you’re willing to see fifty shades of crazy , she’ll color your life in thrilling ways !

BACKGROUND.

evelyn charlotte banks was born june fourth , 1930 and was given the dark gift in the early fifties ( so you’ll definitely notice some call backs to that time period ). she has grown and developed and adapted throughout time better than most , but you can take the sock hop away from the girl but not out of her. she remembers her life before , but doesn’t dwell on nor even really miss it.

she grew up in your rather classic straight lace upper middle class suburban family and community with her perfect nuclear family. the town they lived in was small , close knit , and everyone knew everyone but especially who evelyn’s family was. 

she was in a lot of pageants growing up and was even platinum blonde for most of her human life , because she was so afraid her red hair would keep her from being successful.

when she was eighteen years old with big shiny dreams of silver screens , luxury , and eyes all on her was all she could think of. she left her family and their small generational hometown in georgia for bigger , better things in none other than hollywood. 

she was on her way ,  so desperate to be in the movies and be like marilyn monroe but shortly after is when she became ensnared by darkness and evil.  she wasn’t very successful at all in the beginning so , she started wearing tighter , shinier outfits when she was on stage when suddenly she started getting actual recognition. 

she wasn’t acting like she had intended , but it turned out her voice was good enough to land her plenty of lounge singing gigs in multiple joints. it was one particularly dark , seedy , dangerous joint that only opened once the sun set completely and closed upon the sun rise that she finally started to get propositioned to do so-called ‘ film gigs. it was also in this place where she met him for the first time. 

( tw: cult ment. ) her maker is very old and before she ever knew he was anything more than a handsome older gentleman she was fully under his control. he was something of a cult leader who for the most part glamoured his ‘ followers ‘ , but that was never necessary with charlotte. she was thoroughly and completely in love with her maker , she even ‘ married ‘ him and lived on his compound.

( tw: rape ment. , assault ment. ) it wouldn’t be for a few more years that he would finally turn her ,and only after he found her brutally beaten and raped for nothing more than a snuff film. her maker found her on the verge of death and wasted no time in saving her life by bestowing his dark gift upon her. 

( tw: murder ment. ) to say that lottie felt indebted to and fell in love with her maker to the point of obsession was an understatement , she would do anything and everything he asked of her including murder not in the name of feeding.

( tw: death ment. ) the films she was in were kept in the dark underbelly of the industry and no one was none the wiser , not to mention everyone thought she was dead after her last film.

so , she eventually did make her debut in film and was even on the silver screen finally. this only lasted for as long as she could get away with not aging before eventually she disappeared off the radar with her maker. the two traveled far and wide for a long time , but eventually went their separate ways even though lottie wanted nothing of the sort her maker commanded she live her own life without him now.

( tw: murder ment. ) she has since become something of a murderer ?? she prefers to call herself an assassin but it’s rare anyone actually pays her to murder anyone. you could even call her  a serial killer if you take into account that her victims are almost always men of the unsavory variety , but she has two sides to her personality and it’s not like she’s full maniac.

ETC.

if you know what yandere means she fits that description very well , and if you don’t know what it means well:  a common term in otaku fandom , a yandere is a person ( usually female ) romantically obsessed with someone to the point of using violent means to get them in their arms. often can be seen featured with a sharp weapon and a psychotic grin.

pretty much she comes off as this sweet , lovely , beautiful woman with lots of talent but in reality she can switch that off in an instant and literally kill you without any hesitation if it benefits her or someone she loves.

anyway she has been in estonia for only a bit now , but how long is flexible. she probably likes the scenery and the supernatural presence , but she’s honestly not a country mouse at all. 

also not that she needs money , but there is very little she loves more than attention and money. she works at a club as live entertainment on occasion , singing or stripping or bartending or occasionally doing , mostly for the attention but also if she’s in need of money.

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Chapter 40

He rocked back and forth to pass time, and as he looked up, the sun was beginning to set in the trees. He was imagining hearing things, distant shouts of incomprehensible words. They were getting closer, louder! Virgil lifted his head quickly. There were figures scraping their way through the plants. They wore royal blue guards suits and gold trimmings, it was the guards, they'd found him.

Virgil stood up and scrambled towards them. "I'm here, I'm here!" He saw Dan among them, not hesitating before running straight into his arms. The other guards in his group must have assumed that he was in shock, so they let it slide.

"Are you hurt?" One of the guards asked cautiously.

"Just a few scrapes here and there," Virgil replied absentmindedly. Then he smiled and faked a pout, "One of your bullets ripped my favorite suit."

The guards all seemed surprised, especially Dan, though they laughed. "Fascinating," said one, "I don't think any of those other contestants could do what you just did today."

"Well, none of those other contestants is a Five." Virgil said smugly.

"You need help walking? I could carry you if you need it." Dan offered. Virgil didn't really need it, though he took up the offer anyway. As Dan lifted him bridal style, Virgil wondered briefly if Lance and Officer Kogane ever did anything like this, anything obvious, before the night of the Halloween Ball. Then the thought made him uneasy, so he tried to push it from his mind and instead think of how warm and comforting Dan's body was against his, how he could feel his steady breathing and know they were both okay. Besides, there were other things to think about...

"Dan," Virgil whispered, "there's something odd about those rebels..."

"What do you mean?" Dan raised an eyebrow, though he continued marching forward with eyes forward, so as not to attract suspicion.

"There was a girl...she saw me. She looked so young, maybe my age. She curtsied at me, like a maid. Her bag was full of books...and I don't understand any of it. She didn't hurt me, though, so I think she was a Northern Rebel."

"Northern Rebel?" Dan asked incredulously, "There's not rebels from certain parts, V, they're all just attackers."

Virgil caught himself beginning to doubt the things he'd learned. Nothing seemed to be explained to him, and when it was, it didn't make sense. Why wouldn't someone just tell him the truth. "I...I don't know. That's just what Roman told me."

"Because he's always right," Dan scoffed quietly. "Perfect Prince Roman knows everything."

"More than you," Virgil was beginning to get angry. Just because Dan was a guard for a few months didn't mean he had all the answers. "He's been in the palace his whole life." He paused, "I don't want to get in a fight, I don't think I could handle it anyway. What do you think the books were for?"

"I don't know..." Dan replied thoughtfully, "kindling? Maybe it's cold where they live, if they're from the North."

"I wish she dropped one of her books...or I wish this all didn't seem like a mystery...I'm tired..." Virgil echoed faintly, head falling against Dan's chest.

"Then rest, V. I'll take care of you."

Virgil felt something odd in that, or the way he said that, though his eyes slipped shut before thinking too much into it.

When he woke up, he was in soft white sheets in the hospital wing. There was someone holding his hand, thumb running over his knuckles quickly. The anxiety of this person was evident in the quick tapping of a shoe under the bed.

"You're awake," Roman said breathlessly, "they said you were okay but I was still worried. I just wanted to see your beautiful face, love...and I know that physically being okay isn't the same as mentally."

"I'm okay, Roman, I promise." Virgil grinned a little at Roman's usual antics. No matter what happened, he'd always be a flirt, a charmer, a reason to smile. "I just saw some unusual stuff in the woods, and I wanna tell someone who'll believe me."

Roman raised an eyebrow, "You didn't halucinate, did you?"

"What? No. I mean...I saw someone in the woods. A Rebel. She saw me, but she just curtsied. Her bag was full of books." Virgil took a deep breath, hoping that Roman wouldn't half-blow him off like Dan did.

Roman looked like he'd received an odd but wanted Christmas present. "I knew it!" He exclaimed, "They are looking for something! Maybe...I hope so...but at the same time...I don't want to worry about that right now. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just wish they wouldn't bring me to the hospital wing so much. I appreciate it and all, but it's kind of embarrassing. All I have is a few scrapes. When can I go back to my room?"

Roman thought for a moment, "Tomorrow, most likely. I just wanted to take some pro-cautions. Besides..." he blushed a little, "I'm not allowed to visit the Elite rooms after nine PM. It's to prevent...certain things, and there are ways around it, but..." he shrugged with a sheepish smile. "I appreciate the traditional Selection rules."

"Oh..." Virgil blushed as well, thinking briefly of the other Elite, and how far they would go to win the contest. Patton and Logan would never...probably...but Bill? The thought of him manipulating Roman in that way alone made him nauseous. "Well...I'm going back to sleep. Would they get mad if you stayed? Then again, never mind, you should get some sleep too, sorry."

"No, that's okay." Roman grinned, "The staff probably wouldn't like it, though, and neither would my father. I have to go...I'll see you soon, though. Goodnight, darling."

"Goodnight, princey."

Roman glanced back at the nickname, and Virgil smiled. It seemed that no matter what, a mystery or a love crisis or when life was ripping either of them apart—they would always be themselves, just simple children, around each other."

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[dr-gloom]

Delayed Introductions

Summary: based on the Chance Encounters prompt “a storm is delaying our flight home and i’m afraid of thunder, please talk to me while we wait”

Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

Pairing: Analogical

Tangs/Warnings: astraphobia, Human AU, science, brief mentions of Patton and Roman

Words: 1,529

A/N: If you like my style and have a fic request, feel free to shoot me an ask! I’m open to any ship, fluff, angst, all that. I hope y’all enjoy! Fic is under the cut to save dash. 

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Virgil felt himself jump as another clash of thunder sounded just beyond the glass doors. He’d hated thunder storms for as long as he could remember; they always ramped up his anxiety, despite him being 26 now and knowing that, rationally, he’s safe inside the airport he’s trapped in. 

His flight had been delayed due to said storm, and he found himself regretting visiting Patton in the middle of winter. He knew how bad the weather got this time of year, and yet he just couldn’t deny those puppy dog eyes over his computer screen, begging him to visit for Thanksgiving. So now, here he was, in one of the smallest airports he’s ever seen, with heavy rain pelting the building and thunder practically shaking the glass every minute or so. 

A flash of lightning lights up the windows across the hall from Virgil, and a moment later thunder claps cacophonously. Virgil can feel his body going tense, seemingly every muscle taut. He fiddles with his phone in the pocket of his hoodie, cursing himself for not charging it the night before, because it had died almost 2 hours ago when the rain had really started to pick up. So here he was, alone, no Tumblr or music to distract him. He just wanted this storm to be over already. 

Logan had always found peace in the steady thrum of falling rain. Even the less rhythmic thunder and lightning soothed his mind as he was drawn into Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s world of mysteries and crime solving. Truth be told, he had been a little irked when his flight had been delayed due to the storm, but it would have been irrational to get upset over something as uncontrollable as the weather. Besides, it gave him more time to read his book before he had to be back home, back to the responsibilities of teaching and grading and just, life in general. 

Thunder rattled the window behind his back as he turned the page, and he momentarily spared a thought to wonder if the window pane was loose before shrugging it off. Public buildings had to pass numerous inspections before being put to use, so he was sure the airport was structurally sound. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out, unlocking it to read the message from his brother Roman. 

hey specs, you still at the airport?

Logan rolled his eyes at the nickname - one Roman had been using since they were children - and responded. 

Yes, I am. In case you weren’t aware, the storm is still unleashing it’s torrent of rain and electricity, making it unsafe for flight.

A reply comes quickly; Roman’s television must not be working.

yeah yeah i get it bookworm you know big words. just lemme know when you finally take off, okay?

Logan hums and responds quickly before putting his phone away. Will do. And while your power is out, it might benefit you to crack open a book.

He’s just about to take his own advice and continue reading when he hears something of a yelp across the hall. Curious, he looks up to find the source of the noise. A man about his age, with purple hair, jacket, and shirt is sitting as rigid as a board. Even from this distance Logan can see the tension in his frame, and when another clap of thunder causes the purple man to stiffen more (if it were possible), Logan realizes what’s going on. 

Usually, he isn’t one to meddle in other people’s business, or generally be overly empathetic to those he doesn’t know, but for some reason Logan finds himself putting his bookmark in his book and standing, grabbing his suitcase and making his way over to the other man. 

Virgil’s heart was fluttering in his chest, beating too quickly and turning his breathing shallow. He needed to calm down soon or he was going to have a panic attack. In front of all these people.

His face heats up when he feels more than sees someone stop to stand right beside him, and he hesitantly looks up at the stranger to see what they want, but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out. The stranger seems to take pity on him and speaks first. “Hello there, my name is Logan. I realize you may not be the type to socialize with strangers, as I’m not of the sort either, but seeing as all flights are delayed until further notice, would you mind keeping me company?” Virgil stared at Logan, trying to gauge why the hell he chose him out of an entire terminal of people. When he couldn’t see any signs of malicious intent, he nodded, still feeling as though he had a cotton ball stuck in his throat. 

Logan sits down beside the anxious man, carefully folding his hands in his lap. He doesn’t know much about anxiety, or how to help someone who has it, but... If you are afraid, seek knowledge. “Storms are quite fascinating. Do you know how they are formed?” He glances at the other - Virgil, if the name on his luggage is anything to go by. Virgil just shakes his head, picking at his cuticles. He gets that clouds get a lot of water, so they let go of it in rain, and that lightning has something to do with energy, but that’s about it. Logan nods and looks out the window.

“If we are to take it back to the very beginning - or, in essence, a storms ‘conception’ - the Earth’s surface is heated on warmer days, and through conduction the Earth heats up the air just above it. Warm air, which is less dense, rises and the cooler air above it that hasn’t been effected by this conduction sinks. This process is called convection. Through this process, the hot air is taking the heat from the surface and distributing it to the upper layers of the atmosphere. 

“Now, there are three types of thunderstorms; Orographic Thunderstorms, which are caused by air that is forced up by a mountain or hillside, Air Mass Thunderstorms, which are the result of localized convection in an unstable air mass, and Frontal Thunderstorms, which occur along the boundaries of fronts, such as a cold front.” Logan glances at Virgil out of the corner of his eye to see that Virgil is now looking right at him, and his breathing seems to have evened out. Good; though he’s still tense. “Now, a supercell thunderstorm, which I believe we may be experiencing, occurs when very strong updrafts are balanced by downdrafts. This allows the storm to persist for hours. In a supercell, a moist, unstable body of warm air may be forced to rise by an approaching cold front.  This results in a strong, persistent updraft of warm moist air, and the air cools as it rises. The water vapor produced by these cooling temperatures condenses and forms cumulus clouds. When condensation occurs, heat is released and helps the thunderstorm grow.

“Now,  lightning is formed when frozen raindrops bump into each other as they move around in the air. These collisions create an electric charge. The positive charges - or protons - form at the top of the cloud and the negative charges - or electrons - form at the bottom of the cloud. Since opposite charges attract, that causes a positive charge to build up on the ground beneath the cloud. The ground’s electrical charge concentrates around anything particularly tall, such as mountains, people, or single trees.” He sees Virgil’s eyes widen and adds, “Although, the odds of a person being struck are significantly lower if they’re in an area surrounded by many larger structures. The charge coming up from these points eventually connects with a charge reaching down from the clouds, which creates the lightning we see. Thunder is the resulting ‘sonic boom’ from the force of that energy being released.”

Virgil nods and looks out the window, seeming much more relaxed now. “How do you know so much about this stuff?” Logan smiles slightly, noting that the lightning and thunder has stopped, though it’s still raining heavily. “I am a science teacher.” Virgil looks over at the other. “Seriously?...Well, I guess I can sort of see it. You dress like a stiff.” Logan raises an eyebrow. He’s well aware that his appearance - the glasses, tucked in shirt, belt, and tie - is very stereotypical of a STEM teacher, but no one has ever pointed it out so bluntly before. “We all have our comforts. Mine happen to include dressing formally, as I’m sure yours include the color purple and large jackets.” Virgil smirks slightly, messing with his sleeve. “Whatever you say, Specs.”

Logan sighs quietly. “It’s Logan. I believe I told you that.”

“I know, I just needed an excuse to tell you my name was Virgil without making it sound awkward and forced.”

Logan hums. “I don’t suppose you like tea?” He gestures at the Starbucks on the other end of the small airport. 

“Only if you let me buy.” Virgil stands, grabbing his luggage and heading in the direction of the Starbucks, Logan close behind.

A/N: Man I’m really good at bad endings. 

Mama taught me to always source my research (lol not really) so here: 

https://eo.ucar.edu/kids/dangerwx/tstorm4.htm

http://www.weatherwizkids.com/weather-lightning.htm

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Kiss Of A Shadow

Genre: angst

Warnings: there is some cussing and some violence, but nothing major

Pairing: Peter Parker x enhanced!reader

A/N: So I got this idea today and I was really afraid you all aren’t going to like it, but then I was like you know what f*** it and just posted it. I still hope you’ll like it as much as I do and if you do, please reblog, comment,... Also notice that both reader and peter are in their twenties in this one. Tell me if you want to be tagged, untagged. Also tell me if you want to see part two. Enjoy!

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You were in his hotel room. The sight itself had your stomach turning. Empty beer bottles everywhere, clothes trashed around the place and the smell of a girl who was there before you was still hanging in the room. but you had to keep your act up. You had to act drunk and oblivious.

“Wow, it’s a fancy room you’ve got here.” you slurred your words, your voice like a melted honey.

“Yeah, it’s one of the perks of having a lot of money.” he chuckled. 

“I see.” you laughed. Keep up your act, that’s all that matters, you have a mission. 

“C’mon, I wanna dance” you said, giggling stupidly.

“Well then dance sweetheart, no one is stopping you.” he said back in a deep voice.

You nearly lost your composure at the nickname he gave you, but you had to remember why you were doing this.

You played a song on your phone, swaying your hips to the beat. You stripped your black jacket, now only wearing a skin tight black dress and high heels. you proceeded with dancing, nearing the man who was now sitting in the chair next to the bed. When you neared him you straddled his lap, bending slightly to bite a way from his neck up to his ear. you bit his earlobe slightly. Then with a sharp whisper said into his ear.

“Leylah De Pont” and those were the last words he heard.

“Another victim in the Plazza Hotel. This is the third one this month.” Tony sighed.

“Okay, but what does this have to do with us? Isn’t usually the police who investigates the murders? Why do they suddenly need us?” Nat asked.

“Yes, I am wondering the same. I thought we were supposed to kinda lay low for a while with the Sokovia Accords still in the air and all.” Bucky asked worriedly.

“We are, but the government called. There’s something particularly unusual about this case.” Tony explained.

“Unusual how?” Peter asked.

“The men who died, there’s no sign of any weapons used on them, no poison, they haven’t been suffocated, nothing, only their lips seem to be black.” Tony answered.

“Are there any witnesses to who it might be?” Steve asked.

“Actually yes, all three of them were seen entering the room with a young woman, seemingly in her early twenties, but no one was seen leaving the room, ever, only a dead body in the morning. The police believes she’s an enhanced individual, who I don’t know seeks some kind of revenge?” Tony looked a little puzzled about the situation.”

“Great, so now it’s our job to find her and bring her in. Great, just great!” Clint almost yelled. 

“Hey, calm down man, what got into you? It’s not like it’s the first time we’re doing this.” Sam shouted back.

“Guys, we have absolutely no idea what kind of powers this girl ha and what she can do with them, now I don’t know about you, but some of us have a family to go back to!” Clint retorted back.

“You can calm down about it Clint, you don’t have to get anywhere near her, that is spiderling’s job, you’ll be the one covering his back from the distance, making sure to stop the possibility of any catastrophe happening.” said Tony.

“Oh yeah, ‘cause sending a kid after her reassures me so fucking much.”

“Hey, don’t say it like I am feeling easy on doing this, I just deem it necessary, since they’re close in age and if anyone has any chance on finding out anything about her, then this is Peter. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think it was our absolutely best option to get her.” Tony raised his voice.

Clint sighed.

“How are we going to find her?” Wanda spoke for the first time.

“Oh, I already found her. now we just need to go and get her.”

You were wearing your black jacket again, tight lather pants hugging your legs like a second skin. Your long sleeved black jumper protecting you from the cold. It was long past midnight and the street you were walking through was quiet, the only thing disturbing it, was the quiet clattering of the chains wrapped around your boots. 

But you felt a presence somewhere near you. You almost wouldn’t notice it, if not for your enhanced abilities. You turned left at the next corner.

“Guys, I think I just lost her.” Peter whisper yelled into his com.

“Looking for me?” you asked, with a voice you could only describe as the one of a deadly nymph.

“Why yes.” Peter almost fell of the roof.

“Why?” you whispered, suddenly appearing next to him. He could feel your cold breath behind his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

“Well I’ve been meaning to ask you some questions.” He said, with a shaky voice. 

“Then ask and leave.” You now appeared in front of him, your sharp voice cutting through the air. 

“I... I.... I was wondering... what are your powers.” he stuttered.

“My powers?’“ You seemed to be wrapping yourself around him like a snake. You were everywhere and yet nowhere. You were like a python wrapping its body around it’s pray suffocating it. That’s exactly how Peter felt in this moment.

“But you’re already witnessing my powers are you not?” your voice was luring him, sending him like into a trans. He was paralyzed.

“Yes, but how did you kill those men without using any weapons?” he pushed his luck. You stopped reappearing and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Men?! Men?! No! I never killed a man, those were monsters. It is an insult to any other male on this planet to call them men!” you hissed.

“What makes them monsters?” Peter didn’t stop asking.

“What they did and would still be doing if i hadn’t stopped them!” you answered.

“You know if you kill a monster, their number will still stay the same.” he said.

“But kill hundred of them and their number will go down by 99.” you quickly retorted.

“I should’ve seen that one coming.” he sighed.

“Indeed you should.” you chuckled at his silliness,

“Well, seems like your friends are finally coming for you. It was a lovely chat, but I am afraid I have to leave or else I’ll be in handcuffs. Not willingly of course.” you winked at him.

“See you around spider man.” you whispered into his ear, before throwing yourself off the roof, disappearing into the shadows.

“Wait, I didn’t even catch your name!” he yelled into nothingness. But he knew one thing. He was gonna find you again.

[ficsbydob]

Interactions in a Coffee House

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Ship: Bal

Word Count: 2350

Summary: The coffee shop AU no one asked for.

also found on AO3

Every day for the last three months, a dark purple hair petite girl would sit in the same table in the dark secluded corner of the café, drawing and ordering the same “blackest coffee you have” – her exact words. At first she was like every other customer to Ben, except most days she’d pay for her drink with chump change and never get a refill even though she was there twice as long as everyone else. After the first month passed, he started to take more of an interest – out of complete curiosity of course.  He noticed that occasionally she would have other people with her, either separately or as a small group. A smaller boy with white hair who always had a dog with him (the owner wanted to do something about it but it seemed that it was a service dog of some sort) who would be doing homework – or at least that’s what Ben guessed – well she drew. Another guy, this one taller with long black hair, who spent most of his time flirting with anyone that looked his way. And the last person was another girl, she sketched almost as much as the purple hair girl did but she also would occasionally have a collection of chemistry books with her.

For two months straight, Ben had to endure constant teasing from Lonnie, the one person who made working at the café bearable, because he couldn’t keep his eyes off the mystery girl. He’d even give her a free refill every once and awhile, saying it’s on the house (which really was just deducted from his paycheck). Lonnie just couldn’t figure out why Ben didn’t just try to strike up a conversation with the girl, ask her on a date or anything for that matter.

Ben wasn’t really sure why either.

But when he came into work after school one afternoon and didn’t see the girl in her spot, he was taken aback. His whole shift he continued to look for her, but she never came. The next day, the same thing. She wasn’t there and she didn’t show up. By the end of the week, though it could be stupid, he was honestly starting to worry for her.

He was behind the counter, staring at her table – occupied by someone else – when Lonnie came up to him. “Missing your favorite customer huh?” She rested her elbow on his shoulder, looking in the same direction he was.

“It’s just weird,” came his reply.

“She’s probably sick or something. Or they moved. Or she died.” Ben looked over at his friend, eyebrows raised with a small, bemused smile. “Not everything is a happy ending King Ben.” She tapped his head and walked away to do her rounds.

He shook his head, rolling his eyes. “King Ben?” The voice startled him, making him turn slightly to see who had spoken. It was the girl. She was staring at him with a raised

He let out an airy laugh. “I was Homecoming king two years in a row, she won’t let me live it down.” She gave a nod, seeming unimpressed. He licked his lips, “Right. So the usual?” As he spoke, he started reaching for a cup, getting ready to fill up a glass with the blackest black coffee they got.

“Yeah.” She leaned forward, “But can you make it to go.” His hand stopped before moving toward their to-go cups, giving a nod.

“One blackest black coffee to go.” He set it down on the counter in front of her, “That’ll be four fifty-three.” She gave him a five and they exchanged change and that was that. It was probably their longest conversation they’ve had since she started coming to his place of work.

Lonnie came back, a smirk on her face, “Did you get her number yet?” He rolled his eyes, ignoring her and heading to the back.

“Chad, let it go,” Ben was walking out of the away locker rooms from Isle High, they had just won their lacrosse game but Chad, a curly haired blonde kid who’s been Ben’s friend since basically their birth, wouldn’t shut up about Isle’s number 8 and the “cheap shot” he took. “Even with that cheap shot,” though truthfully, Ben didn’t think it was, “we won.”

Chad didn’t want to let it go however, and continued to go off about. Ben rolled his eyes, deciding it wasn’t worth arguing about or getting his friend to move on, and moved ahead of his friend. He was turning a corner when he walked into someone. “Oh, sorry!” He moved back and looked down to see a full head of purple hair. “Oh! It’s you. Hi.” A smile appeared on his face as he saw coffee shop girl. Her eyebrows scrunched together, her head tilting to the side. Smile faltering a bit, he opened his mouth again, “I work at –“

“At the Coffee House. King Ben.” His smile grew again.

“Yup. That’s me.” A small pause, “So you go to Isle High?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

She let out a huff, “Yeah, the gang activity really gives it that cozy safe feeling everyone wants for their children.”

He let out a laugh, “That’s fair. I’m sure it can get pretty interesting though.”

She shrugs, “It does keep you on your toes.” He glanced down at his sweatshirt, sporting the Auradon Prep school logo, before looking back up at him, a smirk on her lips. Just than the rest of his team started piling out of the guest locker rooms. “I’ll see you around King Ben.” She tapped his chest before moving along.

And see him around she did, of course, every day as she sat back in her usual spot, either by herself or with her friends. She didn’t talk to him much, outside of maybe thanking him for a refill and calling him King Ben.

He’s starting to regret her overhearing Lonnie.

On one of his days off, he came into his work place with a couple of his friends from school. Lonnie still had to work and after her shift ended the whole group planned to go to some party Aubrey, Ben’s ex, heard about. Lonnie constantly gives Ben crap for still being friends with Aubrey, she was never a huge fan on his ex.

Aubrey had gone up to order everyone’s drink, the money in hand, when she called out “Benny Boo,” across the café. He looked up, eyebrows raised, “What did you want again?”

“White Mocha Latte,” came his reply, not even bothered by the nickname Aubrey won’t stop using on him. It’s not like it bothered him or anything so he didn’t really see a reason to make her stop.

That was another thing Lonnie gave him crap about.

“Hey Benny Boo,” a mocking tone came from behind him. He turned around to see the mystery girl standing behind him, smirk in place.

“Hey,” he gave her a smile in return.

“Who comes to their place of work on the day off?” He gave a shrug.

“We have the best coffee in the city.”

She tilted her head to the side, “Pretty sure you’re biased.”

“And yet, I see you here every day,” he countered.

This time it was her turn to shrug. She gave a once over all his friends before deciding they weren’t worth her time before eyes where back on Ben. He probably shouldn’t be assuming but he felt like it was a safe bet from the look of uninterest resting on her face.

“Guess this means I won’t be getting my free refill.”  She crinkled her nose, flashed him a small smile and continued on her way out the café.

From that point on, their interactions almost always happened that way. Some sort of small banter. He even finally learned her name, Mal. He maybe, sort of, really enjoyed how it sounded. Mal.

And he didn’t miss the looks her friend, the other drawer, would give him as he give Mal her free refill. Or when he’d stop by to ask what she was drawing – not that Mal would ever let him see. Apparently he hasn’t earned enough cred with her to get the privilege of seeing her works. He would just shake his head every time she pulled her sketch book to her chest, hiding the sketch from his eyes. But when he would go to clean her table after she left, there would be rare moments that she’d leave one her sketches behind. He might have started to collect them.

A couple more months went by and eventually Ben got familiar with Mal her whole group. He learned the other artist was named Evie, the boy with the white hair was Carlos, and the taller one was Jay. Jay actually ended up being the guy that Chad wouldn’t shut about when Auradon Prep went up against Isle. When Ben found that out he gave Jay a compliment, telling him he was impressed by the hit.

Out of all four of them, he noticed that Evie always had the most money. Whenever they four were together, she’d pay for everyone’s drinks and treat them to a snack of some sort as well.

They were all pretty great, in Ben’s opinion, and he enjoyed when they came in because it was four more people who made working at a café filled with mostly pretentious high school and college kids that much more bearable.

He was bringing them their drinks when Evie looked at him, “Ben.” From the tone of her voice alone, he knew that he wanted out. He was too nice to say that however.

Whatever it was that she was going to say, Mal didn’t seem particularly happy about it. “E.” Her tone holding a sort of warning.

It did nothing.

“Don’t you think Mal would look beautiful in this?” She held up a sketch of a dress. Ben didn’t really know much about fashion and he didn’t have the type of imagination to think of what that dress would look made up, but he could tell that it was a very good drawing of a dress.

He glanced over at Mal, placing down her drink in front of her, “Um.” He looked back at Evie, “I think she’d look beautiful in anything.”

“Awe,” she smiled brightly at him, placing her notebook down. “Not sure how that helps me convince her to go to the dance though.” She shook her head, looking over at her friend.

He looked over at Mal, “What dance?”

Evie answer. “Our Winter Formal. M thinks they’re a waste of time.”

“Because they are,” Mal replied back.

Ben shrugged, looking to Evie than Mal. “Dances can be fun. If you go with the right people. Anyone ask you?”

Mal just rolled her eyes, Evie speaking up again. “A couple of people. But M said no to all of them.”

Ben opened his mouth to ask why but Mal was already answering his question, “Because, E, it’s a waste of time.”

“M, it’s not! It’ll be fun!”

Mal, however, seem very certain in her revolution that it’d be a waste of her time. Ben left them to it, knowing that if he stuck around their table much longer and his manager saw he would get yelled at. Again. He’d look over at them, of course, through the rest of the night but it was busier than usually so he didn’t really get a chance to stop by again.

He also couldn’t get the fact the Isle was having a Winter Formal out of his mind. Honestly, it’d be pretty cool to go to a dance with Mal, he might have even thought about asking her to prom but if she thought dances where pointless it might not even be worth bringing it up.

He was making a to-go drink for some business major who almost always wore some hard rock metal band whenever he came in when Evie walked up to the counter. She didn’t even greet him properly when she opened her mouth to say, “Would you go with Mal to the Winter Formal?”

He glanced up at her, eyebrows coming together, “I thought she didn’t want to go. Y’know, they were pointless and stuff.” He placed the cup on the counter and reached for a lid.

“That’s all true. But!” He looked up at her again, shaking his head and handing the drink over to college kid, “She needs to go! This is our senior year and she’s never once gone to a dance.”

“What makes you think she’d go with me?” He moved back to the machines to clean up his mess.

“She likes you.” He nodded, knowing that was a given. Evie leaned over the counter, “Ben, she really likes you.”

His cleaning slowed down. Looking up at Evie, he licked his lips, “That doesn’t mean she’d want to go with me though.”

“Will you at least ask her?”

He paused, looking over at her usual table where she was watching them with curiosity. “Yeah, of course.”

He did ask her too, he waited until she came up to his counter for a free refill – though he has an inkling that she knows for a fact that they weren’t actually free – and just popped the question. It was no real surprise to Ben that she said no – that didn’t stop the disappointment however. She told him the same thing he heard her tell Evie, that it was a waste of time. But what surprised him is she suggest that instead they do something together. “Go to a movie or something.”

He smiled, nodding his head, “Yeah. Okay.”

She took her refill from him, “Okay. You’re paying.” She winked at him, holding up her cup as if to imply he does with her refills and moved back to her table with Evie.

Maybe down the road he’ll ask her to go to prom with him but for right now, he’ll take what he could get.