#Yes she's totally going to live peacefully

[vegetablewithapencil49]

YAY. I FINALLY POSTED AGAIN!!

Uh, hey, this is a kinda unpolished drawing of Moira, yes, she came back to the blog with a redesign and I'm giving her new lore baby!! Yeeee

I was a bit inspired by early 2000s cartoons and I'll try to design her in a way that she looks like she belongs in that era so if you can (and want to), give me some advice on achieving that look :>

I also decided to get rid of warm colours since Moira's not that energetic and confident of a person in the first place. She will soon get warmer colours as the story progresses. Oh, by the way, the world she lives in is slowly rotting away and there's an eldritch being that's trying to stop her from leaving. I imagine that the rotting looks like DVD rot.

[munsonsprincess11111]

The visit

Eddie munson x Henderson!reader

Summary: Suzie comes to visit Dustin which some how wraps you and eddie into the mix.

Laying peacefully in bed. Your head on eddies chest. Naked under the sheets. Skin touching. His arm around you as you lay at his side. Your arms wrapped around his slender waist. The clock reading 1:43 pm. What more could you want? Nothing could ruin the moment. Until...

BANG! BANG! BANG!

On your bedroom door

"We're back with Suzie come say hi don't be rude." Dustin shouts from the other side of the door waking eddie. Then his running footsteps could be heard. Eddie groans rubbing his eyes. You sit up in bed kissing Eddie sweetly. As you pull away he attempts to chase your lips. But gives up throwing himself into the pillows.

"Morning baby." You say stretching before getting up looking for you pyjamas.

"Afternoon more like." Eddie says glancing at the clock. You both slip your pyjamas back on. Eddie hugs you for a moment and sways holding you. "Common let's go meet Dustins not so imaginary girlfriend." Eddie says kissing your head.

He opens the door for you and you both exit. Walking to the living room eddies arm over your shoulders keeping you close to his side. Dustin hears you before he sees you.

"Finally. Suzie this is y/n. Y/n this is... Why is Eddie here?" Dustin completly trails off starring at Eddie.

"Cause he's my boyfriend n it was late. Hi Suzie I'm Dustins sister nice to meet you." You say stretching nearly accidentally hitting Eddie from how close he was stood next to you. You rub his arm in apology.

"Nice to meet you y/n." Suzie smiles giving you a small wave.

"And this is Eddie you know my D&D club leader I told you about." Dustin gestures to Eddie.

"Oh yes Dustin has told me lots about you." She smiles at eddie.

"Nice to uh meet you." Eddie says still half asleep.

Dustin shows Suzie around the small house and you and Eddie head to the kitchen. You sit in the side as he puts the kettle on making you, your mum and himself a coffee as he refuses to let you do it when he's over due to you burning yourself once. "Your so good to me." You say as Eddie steps between yours legs. He burries his face in your neck arms going to your waist.

Dustin and Suzie walk into the kitchen and Eddie untangles himself from you going back to the coffee task. "Did you seriously only just wake up?" Dustin asked sitting at the small table with Suzie next to him.

"Yes n if it was up to me n not your loud mouth we would still be asleep." Eddie complains half for getting Suzie there. But not enough to not make her and Dustin hot coco. "Here." He slides them a cross the table to the too

"Why won't you let y/n do it?" Dustin askes

"Cause I burnt myself once n he won't get over it." You mumble sipping your coffee as Eddie takes your mum hers rolling his eyes. "He can't say I don't try he's just a drama queen."

"First I'm dungeon master it's my thing. Second I'm not being responsible for if u burn yourself again you was a baby last Time." Eddie says kissing your cheek.

"Hey Eddie..." Dustin askes. Eddie turns so he's stood between your legs with his back to you looking at Dustin arms crossed over his chest. Your arm that isn't holding coffee goes around him. "What?" He answers simply.

"Do you wanna I dunno would you mind taking me and Suzie to the arcade I wanna introduce her to Mike will and Lucas... And then back here..." Dustin askes hastily.

"Only if y/n comes so I'm not a total taxi driver." He answers leaning fully back into you. "I'll come." You say sipping your coffee.

"Well there's your answer." Eddie says. You lean a cross and put your mug in the sink. Both your arms going around his neck. His hands to your legs and and slide to his back. "To my bedroom. I gotta get dressed." You say as Eddie walks out the kitchen with you in his back.

"I hope were like them two one day. They seem so happy, and in love and they act like it's just them two in the world." Suzie says smiling at Dustin sipping her drink.

"Once you get to know them more you'll realise were more like them then you think trust me." Dustin says finally holding her hand. Which she blushes and smiles at.

In your room Eddie throws you on to the bed. Jumping in you as you giggle. "Where the black Lacey top and the black leather mini skirt. I'll give you my leather jacket to go with it." Eddie says kissing you.

"Why?" You giggle.

"Cause you look hot in that outfit and I'm going to willingly give you my jacket." He says rolling off of you to find some of the clothes you'd stolen.

You both get dressed and enter the living room.

"Let's go kiddos." Eddie says signalling for the door. Suzie and Dustin walk out hand in hand smiling. Eddie glanced you up and down. "God I love you in that jacket." Eddie says playfully throwing his head back.

"Mmm and I love you in just the demim over vest really shows yours tattoos." You say walking over to him.

"I love you."

"I love you most."

"Come in Romeo's gonna start shouting at Me if I don't hurry." Eddie says gesturing the door for you. As you close the door and look around you see Dustin and Suzie kissing and then pulling away. Eddie takes your hand and walks down to the van.

"Hey babe?" He says opening the sliding door for the two. "Yeah? " you answer as he slams the side door and them opens yours. Which you happily jump into.

"Remember when we was that awkward?" Eddie whispers and giggles.

"Yeah I remember when you first kissed me and you went as red as a tomato and started stuttering." You laugh putting a hand on his cheek.

"Shhh don't tell them." Eddie says kissing you then closing the door.

He gets in the drivers side and starts the van.

"Red as a tomato huh?" Dustin says to Eddie from the back of the van.

"Shut it Henderson or I'll tell the whole club how awkward that kiss you two just shared there was." Eddie half threatens to which Dustin takes his hands.

"Rights let's go." Eddie pulls out of your driveway and rests a hand on your thigh as he drives to the arcade. Dustin and Suzie are talking and blushing. You can't help but remember when it was you and Eddie sat in the back of the van talking, blushing and giggling and you smile, happy that Dustins found what he never thought he would find.

You look over to Eddie to see him with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. One hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. He glances over at you and smiles. "Love you." He says as he blows the smoke out the window.

"Love you more." You say taking his hand in yours.

"Love you most." He smirks kissing your hand with a loud 'mwah' sound.

"Huh you bitch." You say smirking kissing his stubbly cheek.

"You love it." He smirks

-

A/n: WOULD ANYONE LIKE A PART 2 CAUSE IDK.

[the-dragon-hearted]

It would be really funny if everyone in Liyue knew their god wasn't dead, but they literally could not prove it.

Listen, there's at least one alchemist who spent weeks fuming, because it makes no sense for mora to keep its divine transmutation powers if the divinity powering it is dead - unless of course mora is some sort of independent divine extension which would mean their god was capable of creating an independent medium free of ties to divinity - (that guy spends three weeks holed up in his house trying to rewrite transmutation logic from the ground up before giving up because his theorems aren't working).

So the alchemists assume Rex Lapis isn't dead, because mora still works. They have to. Nothing else makes sense. That logic works pretty well with businessmen too.

The historians are losing their goddamn minds because every mythos and legend is in here claiming that Rex Lapis was the undefeated do-not-fuck-with-under-any-circumstances archon so for him to just fall out of the fucking sky cannot be possible unless they have HUGE problems.

50% lean towards a possible upcoming rapture (Because ain't no way the water dragon demon guy and his scorned wife were the killers of Rex Lapis. Nah it had to be something way worse) The other 50% just shrug and say it's impossible for their god to have been killed and Liyue to still be standing. And don't try to tell them he wasn't murdered because if he DID die, then he was 100%, absolutely, totally, without question murdered. He fell out of the sky like a dramatic bastard and everyone saw, that ain't how gods die peacefully, no matter WHAT those folks in the Jade Chamber say.

The conspiracy theorists go craaazy later in the evening when there's too much wine and someone brings it up. It can be impressive how deep their conspiracies though. Qiqi has repeated the strangest of them to Baizhu who's quite sick and tired of this thank you very much -

But you see, the local business owners, a few weeks into their mourning, started to notice something... odd.

It was a new regular. Nice guy. Pretty pleasant, and could be prone to rambling. He's ridiculously knowledgeable on... everything, especially relating to Liyue, and against all better judgment, plenty of business owners have asked him for advice.

There are the legends, of course. Morax would play the part of a passing merchant and peer into the common folk's lives, often visiting smaller businesses and gracing them with his patronage.

It's a crazy thought, and anyone who has it doesn't voice it, but... listen... at some point some things just make sense. And if they take down their memorials to their fallen god - if they snuff out the candles of mourning on their mantel - who could say?

They just smile and keep the best of their merchandise set aside, offering what they can in the quietest way possible.

It's the worst/best-kept secret because no one can outwardly say it. Lady Ningguang avoids it in conversation with a curt cough, the Traveler can be a bad liar (well, Paimon can be a bad liar), and the man himself is so obvious that the only reason he hasn't been outed is because his boss is too busy trying to sell people premium coffins.

I mean little Susy saw him standing on a ROOF with the last of the Yaksha's last Lantern Rite! No, she's not lying -

It's a gut feeling (It's denial, the merchants from Inazuma say). There's proof (there's not, the scholars from Sumeru sigh). He's literally right there! (That 'he' in question is currently short on mora - some god of commerce, c'mon give me a break!).

Liyue Harbor's secret is that their god isn't dead. But they can't prove it. Yes, he fell out of the sky and yes it was this whole thing and yes he's been MIA for a while now and yes the adepti all say he's dead -

BUT LISTEN, TRUST ME, HE'S NOT -

[platonic-writer]

Them harbingers (yes include elf man— I dont see much of him— and the unplayable and playable harbingers) with a gn! Reader thats chubby, and an A B S O LU T E gremlin. But its ok to them since you're the sweetest creature in their eyes. That. Is. True.

Like one time you asked them what that smell is *ehem* blood and they were going batshit crazy at how much of an innocent little bean reader truely is. Thats totally not one of the infinite reason as too why they wanna protect reader- nope!

(Reader is like, idk— 9-14 years old—)

OMG THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA!!! I plan on writing elf man this month!

You're Request has been made (￣ε￣＠)

CHUBBY/GREMLIN GN! CHILD READER & PLATONIC FATUI HARBINGERS

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One day while the Fatui harbingers had a meeting the Tsaritsa came personally to tell them something

Imagine their suprise when they saw a chubby kid

"This is GN!Reader, my child, i have gathered you here to discuss something you will have to do."-Tsaritsa

"My grace, you have a... child?"-Pierro

"HELLO! IM GN!READER YOU ALL LOOK SO PRETTY(≧▽≦)/" -you

The first meeting was a bit chaotic?

Well... you did rip the coat from childe😬

..you did also kind of steal some mora from Pantalone

Lets not talk about how you broke Scaramouche's arm- (Puppet arm?)

Anyways, the meeting was about having to take care of you for some months

Imagine their own suprise when you began wormimg yourself into the hearts of them 💀

The first one to fall was obviously Childe, you were just so cute! Look at those cheeks

The last one to fall was Scaramouche, he was petty because you broke of his arm, he began to like you after he realized that you were so innocent

The meetings became something all of them looked foward to because they could see you

Everyone in the Fatui knew you as a destructive kid, i mean you did kind of blow up one of the archons statues

"Mr.Pulcinella the child you've been taking care of has blown up our base where we reside."-Fatui Agent

" Aw! Gn!Reader probably thought you were gonna hurt us, such a sweet child, i have to tell the other Harbingers about how sweet you are ( ◡‿◡ *)" -Pulcinella

When you first met them you were quite chubby

You're now chubbier because the Harbingers always give you food

You need healthy food? Pierro,Dottore and Arlecchino got you!

Oh you want something sweet? Childe, Pulcinella got you!

You want money? Pantalone will give you a castle if you just ask!

Who needs real people who serve you? You have your own roboters from Sandrone!

Capitano is your protector, why would you need to fight if he's there?

Childe would take you around the World, Liyue? Sure, lets go! He will buy you toys and make you weapons if you want any!

Columbina sings you to sleep every night, she wants you to sleep peacefully

They all think you're the most innocent bean they've ever met, that's why they will always protect you!

"Mister Childe? Why are you covered in Ketchup? Did you play with your food?(・・ ) ?" -You

" *Every Harbinger stares at him* (ᓀ ᓀ)"

"UH YEA I ALWAYS PLAY WITH MY FOOD! ITS quite nice....?" -Childe

" oh! I see, but you have to wash up now!<(￣︶￣)>" -you

Months later Tsaritsa came back to take you, they were all sad but the Tsaritsa told them that they would see you more because you now live with them in the castle!

Scaramouche has made you your own hat because you like his a lot (You still don't know it was him who gave it to you)

They all get cute agression from you so half the time they will either be hugging you or squeezing your cheeks

Signora has 100% told you about her backstory and sees you as her own child, she knows that you're the kid of Tsaritsa, but she can't help it. You're just so nice and sweet. You remind her of her Lover years ago

Summary: They all see you as a child that needs to be protected, you may already be over 8 years old but you're still so innocent. You're not corrupted from the people of this disgusting World. They all love you a lot, you can ask them anything and they shall give it to you.

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Thank you for reading, i hope you liked it! 。.:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*)))

[j-nope-not-today]

Hello! I just discovered your page and I love it! 🐢

Could you write something about the guys finding out that s/o (reader, the girl they have a secret crush on) has a pet little turtle in their house?

Perhaps they had to go to the girl's house and since she lives alone there is no problem, but curiosity led them to discover a rather large and beautiful fish tank with a little turtle living there surrounded by many beautiful things and decorations, and she explains that It's a pet that was given to him a couple of years ago before he met them, so it's just a coincidence.

I find the situation very funny and adorable, imagining them, being huge, and seeing a tiny so turtle living its life peacefully in a large fish tank.

I die of loveooooooor :D ✨❤️🧡💙💜

TMNT reaction to s/o with a pet turtle

A/n: hello! Thanks for requesting and sorry it took so long to get done, but I hope you like it!

Raphael

Big red was stunned

I mean he was at your house for the first time

He didn't expect to see such an elaborate tank setup and when he got closer and saw the small turtle

He couldn't help but laugh a little and turn to you

"is this a joke?"

Your gonna have to explain your not fucking with him and that you had your turtle long before you met him

Once you do he'll instantly deflate and just be okay with it

He'll laugh to himself "looks like you got a thing for turtles. Don't you think?"

He'll turtle sit for you if need be, but it's a little weird for him

He'll just treat him like a new friend

He's honestly weird about it at first but the small turtle grows on him

Leonardo

The moment he's in your room and sees this turtle... he's gonna do exactly what's in the pictured gif above 👆

Just gonna look at the turtle then straight at you.

He'll let you explain and then just stare at the turtle

"...you like me more..right?"

Your gonna have to reassure him that yes you prefer his company over your pet's

He'll be so passive aggressive with your turtle and you'll catch him helping care for him

But you'll like see him feed your pet all while mumbling

"look at your stupid cute face..you should know if I wasn't feeding you you would be starving to death."

He probably ends up loving your turtle more than you in the end though he'll never say so

Donatello

Jealous

He was j e a l o u s

He wasn't to surprised you had a pet turtle but he was very jealous

So reassure him that he's your favorite turtle

He has to hear it

Once he does he'll be totally fine with it and probably would even help you care for your pet.

"the ph balance of the water is off..I'll fix it."

Consistently making sure your turtle is healthy and happy.. because he wants you to smile and maybe because a small

a very, very small part of him actually cares for your pet

Though he wasn't gonna tell you that but he didn't need to

You could see it

Michelangelo

He gets excited when he first sees the small turtle but then gets fake mad

He wants you to tell him he's still your favorite turtle

To console him..maybe even give him a hug

And once you do any of those things immediately he's back to being excited

He'll ask so many questions about your pet..as if your pet could answer the questions

"do you think (t/n) likes me?"

At a certain point it'll be like the turtle isn't even yours.

It's Mikey's turtle now.

[ritcchamadayo]

Hiii! Um this kind of vent but can you please do the dorm leaders+Floyd finding their s/o's diary which has many suicidal thoughts written in it. For example.

21st of Jan

I have no desire to live anymore. I hope I'll die quickly <3

22nd of Jan

My mom told me to stab myself to death or drink chlorine....might as well as do it...

Like kind of way

And I'm really sorry if this is triggering and I totally understand if you don't want to write it.

Thank you

thank you for sending in a request lovely (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

I'd be happy to write them! If you ever feel down in the dumps, please reach out <3 I hope this will cheer you up!!

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Dorm Leaders x Reader

Tw//Su*cide, Mentions of Death. Please read at your own discretion!

*knock knock*

"Y/n? May I come in?"

Heavy footsteps resounded against the cold floor, a light creaking noise echoing through the room as the door opened. Seeing your sleeping figure on the bed, the visitor quietly walked towards your unmoving body.

In your sleep, you clutched an old battered notebook in your arms. Your eyes were all puffed up, as if you'd cried yourself to sleep. Your visitor slowly sat on the bed, prying the notebook out of your hands. It had a lot of torn papers and splotches of ink, and they couldn't help but want to take a look inside.

"I know this might come off as an invasion of privacy... But excuse me."

January 21st.

I'm slowly starting to lose it again... I have no more desire to live...

January 22nd.

Today is no different. I hope I can die quickly and get out from his hellhole.

January 23rd.

I got a call from my mother.. I had no intention of listening to what she wanted, and she screamed into the phone that I should've killed myself... I'm beginning to think that I should.

January 24th.

I wonder if anyone would miss me if i died... I can't live like this anymore, no one should know of my suffering... This book is the only place i can say these. I hope God will put me out of my misery...

Riddle Rosehearts

"Oh... Sevens..." Riddle couldn't help but clutch the notebook in his hands. Behind all your cheery smiles and constant support for him and his dorm members, he never knew how much you suffered behind his back.

Tears almost threatened to fall from his eyes.

He sat himself beside your sleeping figure, gently waking you up while holding onto your hand tightly as if you'd disappear if he let go. "My dear (Y/n)... I'm here for you. I don't know what your mother has done to you, but... I know how it feels. And I don't want you to suffer alone anymore."

Leona Kingscholar

"..Hm?"

Leona sighed, putting the book on the bedside table. "I know people from this school come with some sort of baggage, but.."

He hopped onto your bed and scooped you up in his arms, hugging you close and enveloping you with his arms. You might even hear a faint growling hum from inside his chest that stirred you awake.

"Now, who said you can keep this a secret from me, hm? If you were struggling, you could have told me."

Azul Ashengrotto

He was shocked, to say the least. He's always recieved your help and support when it comes to his own endeavors, but he never thought you'd have such a deep scar within you.

"Oh, (Y/n)..."

You'd wake up with the book nearly placed on your table, while Azul comes into your room with a tray of hot tea and snacks in hand. He'd set them down on your bedside table as you sit up, pouring you a cup to wake you up.

"Rise and shine, (Y/n). Now, why don't we have some tea and relax today, yes?"

Floyd Leech

"Who *dares* hurt my shrimpy like this?"

He's furious. He's really furious. He might even track down whoever hurt them and give them hell. But no, Floyd won't.

Why? Because you're there in front of him, sleeping peacefully even though your cheeks are stained with tears, and Floyd's heart breaks from the sight. And so Floyd throws the book haphazardly behind him, letting the old papers flutter around.

You'd wake up in a bit of shock as he flops on top of your body, giving you the strongest but gentlest squeeze of a lifetime with him coiled around you, like an eel would. "Shrimpy, call me if anyone dares to hurt you. I'll give it back ten times worse for you, okay~?"

Kalim Al-Asim

"(Y/n).....!!"

He'd be in tears. Actually he'd start crying and bawling his eyes out while reading through your notes. He'd hold the book in his hand, weakly and shakily reading through it, before he launches himself towards you. He knows how powerless he could be when it comes to solving someone else's problems, but he still wants to try.

You'd be shocked to see Kalim running towards you and tackling you to the bed suddenly, of course, and you'd ask what's wrong when you realize he's trembling and gripping your shoulders.

"If... If your life is truly as hard as the book says, then run away with me! You can live with me, anything to make you no longer hurt! I'll show you a whole new world!!!"

Vil Schoenheit

"Oh my." Vil read through the book with eerie calmness, his hands elegantly flipping through the pages. He lets out a sigh, putting the book down beside you and watching your sleeping figure.

One thing is for sure, you didn't expect him to prepare an entire private spa day for the two of you once you woke up. He'd put on facemasks on you, giving you a manicure and just simply relaxing with you.

"I've noticed you're a bit tense, darling."

Vil cupped your cheeks softly, rubbing it with his thumb. "Being too stressed will ruin your beauty. Talk to me when you're feeling overwhelmed, I'll listen."

Idia Shroud

"Are you the MC for a game's bad route or something?"

Idia sat on the bed, holding the book in one hand and your hand in another. Idia's very familiar with the feeling of losing someone, so to think he might lose you too is upsetting.

He'd be angry, of course, but he's still very gentle with you. He'd check if you had done any prior self harm and make sure you're alright. It's a rare moment where he's off his games after all, and he doesn't want you to leave his sight. He'd even speak without his tablet!

"...W-What? Is it so weird for me to care? Well sike, I don't want to lose anyone ever again so good luck stopping me, lol."

Malleus Draconia

"Child of Man, your life is much shorter than that of Fae. Is it really worth it to throw your life away?"

Malleus looked into your eyes, soft worry filling his eyes. Malleus knows how short a human's life span is compared to fae, and he's afraid of losing you due to unnatural circumstances.

He never liked it if anyone left him behind. He didn't want his friends to leave him, he didn't want his dorm mates to leave him. He especially didn't want you to leave him.

"Forget about your pain, Child of Man. I will make you the protagonist of your own fairy tale, with me by your side that is. I'll take care of the rest."

[cherryxsapphic]

So, I have a request! (If you don’t like this request idea, you don’t have to write it!)

Marilyn x fem!(can be a student or a teacher)reader, where Marilyn is extremely overprotective over reader. R is used to her pritective nature, but it sometimes goes a bit too far, when Marilyn won’t let r hangout w her friends or go out in a certain outfit. Or when someone tries to hit on r, she would immediately come over and wrap her hand around r’s waist.

So basically just overprotective Marilyn, maybe some angst! You can choose how it goes!

Take your time <3

This is for the lovely @m1lflov3rrr I am dreadfully sorry that it took me literal months to even put this out, but I do hope you enjoy!!🍒

Also a special thanks to my pookie bear @h-doodles for helping me with this, I couldn't have done this without you!! 🥰

You were sitting down peacefully in the quad by yourself. Sandwich in hand as you jam out to some music blaring through your earbuds, bobbing your head slightly to the rhythm when you suddenly feel a sharp fingernail aggressively tapping your right shoulder. You jumped slightly at the sudden interruption, whipping your head towards the person in question, setting them with an annoyed look only to soften when you realized it was just Enid, Enid Sinclair, the local colorful werewolf. You take a moment to pause your music and pull out your earbuds, setting them down gently on the table alongside your forgotten sandwich. Spinning your body around the school bench, finally giving the very excited wolf your full attention, looking up at her from your seated position, you give her a sheepish smile before speaking.

“Sorry, Enid! I was so caught up in my music that I didn’t notice you there!”  

"I know, silly! You've been hard to see around these past few weeks, so I just HAD to come over."

"I got busy…" You fight to keep your blush down as you think of what, or more accurately, who exactly got you busy. "My schoolwork has been slipping, so I asked a few teachers for extra work." You say, to cover it up.

Enid nods, understanding. Being a student with academic achievements, she often saw you poring over textbooks in the library OR trailing after your teachers for extra lessons during your free time, orders from your strict parents who monitored your progress over your head. “Well,” she starts, clasping her hands together. “Me and the girls have missed you a lot, so I wondered if you were free tonight?”

Guilt seeps into your bones when you hear the hope in her tone. You have been neglecting your friends and a dark whisper inside your brain–

“I suppose I’ve pestered our teachers enough, and I just finished passing the latest exam, so… I guess I'm free." 

“Yayyy!!!” Enid does a little happy dance before lifting you for a hug. You shouldn’t be surprised by the excitable werewolf’s strength, but you gasp a bit anyway. “We’re going to a party in the woods tonight; you HAVE to come!" 

When she finally puts you down, you sigh and shake your head. “The woods? Enid, you know Weems banned us from going there, right?”

“Don’t worry; the party is located somewhere TOTALLY safe—”

“Hey, girlies!” you stifle a scream when a cold hand suddenly touches your back. “Finally caught us a live one, huh?”

“Haha, hilarious, Tanaka.” your tone dripping with sarcasm as you turn around to give the vampire a playful slap on the hand.

“Don’t start. You’re going to the party, and I’m going to your dorm later to ensure you’re dressed right.”

“I haven’t said yes yet!”

And here you are in your dorm room, contemplating your life choices before sighing, putting on something comfortable, and grabbing your comfort jacket that belongs to Marilyn. You put the coat to your nose and breathe in her wavering scent, wishing you were with her instead of going to this stupid forest party. Falling on your bed, you bend over clumsily, grabbing your shoes off the ground and putting them on as you were just finishing tying your shoes—

Yoko and the FUCKING Scooby gang burst into your room like a pile of rats searching for cheese. 

“Girliepop, you’re not wearing THAT to the party, right?” Yoko asked, looking you up and down.

While holding Mari's jacket, you looked down at your black jeans, red Converse, and a favorite baggy shirt. Then back to Yoko, who opened your closet and rifled through your clothes while Enid talked animatedly to a sulking Wednesday.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

Yoko pointedly looks at you and pulls out a short, skimpy dress. You blush as you remember Marilyn telling you it was a dress for her eyes only and that you would never wear it out. “You’re simply holding out on us, omg.”

"Yeah, the party's in the woods, so that's a hard NO on wearing that one!"

"Oh come on, what's the point of having that snack of a body if you aren't gonna use the right wrappers?"

"Listen, my tits spill out in one move in that one, and I'd rather die than return it to the store because of anxiety, so you can just. Pick another one… please?"

Yoko pouts but acquiesces to your pleading. Flipping through some more, she finds a similar-looking skimpy dress, but a little longer than you were confident you'd make out with your dignity half-intact.

"Here."

"Oooh!" Enid moves over, done pestering Wednesday for the moment, and oohs and ahs over the dress before starting again. "Pair it with the heeled boots, and wear tights if you're concerned about the cold."

"I mean. I'm bringing along this jacket, but why heeled boots—”

“Because we said so. Now hop to it.”

Throwing your hands up, you take the new outfit and walk to your bathroom to change. 

The party in the woods was in full swing, the rhythmic beat of music mingling with the laughter and chatter of the gathered crowd. Strings of fairy lights adorned the trees, casting a warm, enchanting glow over the makeshift dance floor. Enid, the excitable werewolf, led the charge in festivities, dragging you into the heart of the celebration.

As the night unfolded, the atmosphere grew electric, the energy contagious. You found yourself dancing with newfound friends, the pulsating music drowning out any lingering doubts. However, the borrowed outfit — a compromise between your comfort and the party's expectations — seemed to attract more attention than you anticipated.

Yoko, the lively vampire, strutted over, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Girl, you're the life of the party! Everyone's talking about that dress!"

You blushed, feeling both flattered and self-conscious. The beats throbbed louder, urging you to lose yourself in the music, and you obliged, dancing away the concerns that nagged at the edges of your mind.

But as the night wore on, a discordant note disrupted the harmony. The distant growls of the creature you encountered earlier echoed through the trees, casting a shadow over the revelry. The carefree atmosphere shifted, and hushed whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire.

Enid, always exuberant, tried to downplay the unease. "Guys, it's probably just some forest critter. Don't let it ruin the party!"

Yet, the anxiety lingered, and a subtle tension threaded its way through the crowd. The music played on, but the once carefree dancing took on a more cautious rhythm.

Suddenly, the distant growls escalated into a deafening roar, and panic rippled through the partygoers. People scattered in all directions, the fairy lights casting eerie shadows as they dashed for cover.

Enid grabbed your arm, eyes wide with fear. "We need to get back to the school—now!"

Chaos ensued as the revelry devolved into a frenzied scramble. The once lively dance floor transformed into a chaotic scene of stumbling figures, their laughter replaced by shouts of panic.

As you ran back toward the safety of Nevermore, you couldn't shake the feeling that the creature's pursuit was closing in. The enchanted woods, once a backdrop for joyous gatherings, now harbored an ominous threat.

The party had taken a turn no one expected, leaving a trail of chaos in its wake. In the midst of the pandemonium, you yearned for the familiar embrace of Marilyn's jacket, a reminder of comfort amid the unforeseen disaster that had unfolded in the enchanted night.

‘I’m going to die. I’m going to fucking die, and it’s MY fault.’ I scream inside my head while I dart left and right through the trees. Protip: do not wear heels when going into the woods. Scratch that. Trust no one except Mari. Everyone is dumb EXCEPT Mari, especially when they say the woods are safe, there is NO monster, and you’re going to have SUCH a good time.

I could’ve enjoyed a nice cuddling session with Mari if I just stayed in bed and waited for her like usual, but no. I had to let myself get guilted and dragged to this party in these stupid heels and dress, and now I’m being chased by a BEAST, and I don’t even have my phone to give Mommy my goodbyes!’ 

The monster roars somewhere closer behind me, and I feel like I will have a HEART ATTACK! But I'll be fine once I get to the school, and look, there's the Hogwarts-looking building right there. So I just keep running. Thinking I'll be okay, my dumbass trips over a branch, and suddenly, I just want to give up. I feel like those dumb girls in those low-budget horror films.

As you scramble to your feet, panic gripping you like a vice, you hear the menacing growls of the pursuing creature drawing near. Adrenaline courses through your veins as you sprint toward the safety of the school building, your heels abandoned in the unforgiving underbrush.

The imposing silhouette of Nevermore looms ahead, a beacon of hope in the darkness. The monster's roars reverberate through the trees, pushing you to run faster, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Just when you think the creature is on the verge of catching you, the school's entrance comes into view. You burst through the doors, heart pounding, and slam them shut behind you, momentarily cutting off the creature's menacing sounds.

Safe within the confines of the school, you lean against the door, catching your breath. The echo of your heartbeats seems to drown out the lingering fear. The school hallway stretches before you, the familiar surroundings offering a stark contrast to the perilous adventure you just survived.

As you compose yourself, you realize that the night took an unexpected turn, and your friends might not have been entirely truthful about the safety of the woods. Thoughts of Marilyn flood your mind, and a profound longing for the comfort of her presence washes over you.

You decide to retreat to the quietude of your dorm room, shedding the borrowed outfit and slipping into the familiar warmth of Marilyn's jacket. The scent provides solace, grounding you in the reality that, despite the night's chaos, you are safe within the walls of Nevermore.

Reflecting on the events, you vow to prioritize your own well-being and not succumb to peer pressure. As you drift into a contemplative state, you can't help but yearn for the simplicity of sharing a peaceful moment with Marilyn, free from the chaos that lurks beyond the safety of Nevermore's embrace. 

To be continued…

Sorry for the lack of Marilyn in this chapter but don't worry there will be more in part 2, if y'all want a part 2 you that is?? 🤭

Tags: @s1nful-sa1nt @sssappling2004 @marilynthornhill @proton-selfships @philip-15 @luucyyyy (and anyone else who wants to be tagged ♡)

[whateversawesome]

Foreshadowing Spy x Family

Come on, you probably noticed it too...this newest chapter (ch. 79) was totally about foreshadowing 😎

What kind of foreshadowing? Well this of course...

Yes, Endo is probably messing with us, but l also think there may be a chance of a confrontation between Twilight and Yor once they learn their real identities. My guess is that it will depend on how the identity reveal happens and all the context behind that situation.

For Yor to actually think about killing Twilight (without being drunk) it would take a lot. And I doubt it'll be just so nobody discovers she's a killer. Yor is a protector; she doesn't kill for fun or even political conviction. She kills to protect her loved ones.

The only way I see her wanting to kill Twilight is if she thinks he is dangerous for the people she loves...the only problem with this is that Twilight is one of those people too.

So, here's my theory on what could happen...

Let's leave the identity reveal aside for a second (because I still don't know how that's going to happen) and go straight to the confrontation.

Maybe the Shopkeeper tells Thorn Princess her husband is a traitorous scum who endangers Ostania (and the people she loves) and orders her to kill Twilight. Yor is used to following orders blindly, so she knows she has to do it.

They're finally face to face. They both know what they are, they both know they must fight each other. Note: I'm not sure if Twilight would try to resolve the conflict between husband and wife peacefully...knowing him, he probably would. And maybe that's what makes Yor stop for a second...

Even though he's a spy and Loid is not even his real name, Yor knows him. By this time, they have been living together for (I'm guessing) at least a year and he's done so much for her, she's used to him, she likes his company, and all the moments they spent together as a family are precious to her.

Honestly, I hope that by this time, Yor's character is ready to hit one of the biggest milestones: for her to make a decision on her own. This means, Yor has to decide to go against orders and not fight her husband.

Guys, I honestly doubt there will be a physical confrontation.

(And if there is one, it won't last long).

Instead of fighting, I think this is the moment when they're going to finally kiss for the first time.

As the story moves forward, there will be plenty of other moments when those two will almost kiss. Why? Well, I've noticed that the lines between lies and reality of their marriage are starting to blur. Why is Twilight doing all this to make her happy (the signature move of a man in love)? Why does he refers to Yor as his partner? Why does he say 'we' when they talk to Anya?

Has he forgotten this isn't a real marriage? I think part of him is starting to believe he really is married to Yor.

And Yor...why did she think he would give her a welcome home kiss? Yeah, given that she was drunk, but it was definitely in her thoughts. I think Yor really thinks of Loid as her husband.

Because of this, they're going to be close to that first kiss plenty of times, but after this chapter, my guess is that it won't happen until they know about their identities.

Tell me what you think!

[homuraakemis]

When I go looking for Dark discussions on the internet, I keep seeing people saying that Adam won or that Adam was right, and I really disagree with that.

First of all, Adam wasn't right. His solution to "end suffering" was total annihilation, the destruction of both worlds and all life in it. Adam didn't know about a third world, he didn't know that there was a way to untie the knot and still keep one world alive, but he was willing to destroy both worlds anyway. He was ok with destroying all the worlds that he thought existed. All because he and a few people were caught in the time loop. The thing is: the people who suffered because of the time loop were just a handful when compared to all of the people in the entire world. Yes, the time loop was terrible for them, but there were still plenty of people in the world who lived normal and good lives. Who is Adam to decide if all these people in the world deserve to die or not? Who is he to decide whether they have a right to existence or not?

The thing is, Eva is also a terrible person who did terrible things to perpetuate the loop. But if there was no third world, if the only options they had were either keep the loop or destroy all life and existence, then I'm 100% on Eva's side. Just because there's suffering in the world, doesn't mean that there aren't good things, like happiness and love. Just because people are destined to die at some point, doesn't mean that people can't enjoy the time that they do have alive. Just because there's no real free will, doesn't mean that people can't appreciate their lives. Eva's goal recognized just that: that life is still good, even with all the bad things that happen. Meanwhile, Adam's goal was purely nihilistic.

I also see people saying that "technically", Adam won and Eva lost, because Adam's goal was to destroy the two worlds and Eva's goal was to protect her son. But I don't agree with that either. Because Adam's goal was not just to "destroy both worlds" or "destroy the knot": he explicitly says that his goal is total annihilation, eternal darkness, he believes this is the true paradise, and he doesn't get that in the end. The origin world will still exist, and just because the time loop doesn't exist anymore, doesn't mean that this world won't also be full of suffering just like the other two worlds. Suffering is just part of life. So Adam never really achieved his goal of eternal darkness: he achieved his goal of untying the knot, but he had to accept that he wouldn't eradicate suffering, he wouldn't defeat time, and one world would still exist.

Eva didn't "lose" either. Sure, she had one personal goal of keeping her son alive (just like Adam had his own personal goal of ending his own existence, and Claudia had a personal goal of saving Regina), but she also had a more idealistic goal, which was to preserve life (just like Adam and Claudia also had their own idealistic goals beside just their personal goals). She explicitly says that this is her goal when she gives her speech to Erit Lux when she sends them on their missions: "Every darkness is followed by light. With every death comes a life." She is recognizing that yes, there is darkness and death, but there's also life and that's worth preserving. When she convinces Young Martha to kill Jonas, she says "If you want Jonas to live, if you want all of them to live, then we must do what has always been done". She doesn't appeal to Martha using just her son (that she just met), she appeals to her by saying that for "all of them" to live, this is what must be done. Her goal might include her son, but this isn't just about her son, it's about preserving all life. So yes, in the end, Eva doesn't achieve her own personal goal of preserving her son's life, but she does achieve her goal of preserving life through the continued existence of the origin world (and she and Adam both accept their fate of disappearing and face it peacefully).

In the end, neither Eva or Adam win or lose entirely: Adam achieves his personal goal of ending his own existence and his goal of destroying the knot, but not his goal of eternal darkness. Eva achieves her goal of preserving life, but not her goal of protecting her son.

Also, I think it's important to point out that Claudia was more aligned with Eva than with Adam (because I constantly see people saying that Claudia and Adam had "the same goal", which couldn't be further from the truth). Claudia explicitly rejects Adam's point of view when she tells Jonas that Adam "doesn't want to fix things, he wants to destroy them forever". When she first talks to her younger self, the one command she gives to herself is "you must stop Adam". Before she starts to think that there might be a way to untie the knot without destroying life, she was going along with Eva's plans, because she preferred preserving life over Adam's goal of destroying everything.

In the end, neither Adam or Eva truly win. The ones who win are Claudia, young Jonas and young Martha, the ones who hadn't lost hope that they could untie the knot while also saving the world. Claudia wins because she doesn't lose hope, unlike Eva and Adam.

Finally, I guess you could debate on whether the show wants to argue that eternal darkness is a good thing or not. You could argue that the show does want us to see eternal darkness as a good thing, especially considering Hannah's speech about nothingness and darkness in the last scene, and the fact that the show is called Dark. But right after Hannah says that her dream of darkness and nothingness felt like a good thing, the show ends with Hannah musing that she wants to name her son Jonas. The show ends by giving us hope that maybe Jonas will exist somehow, by reminding us of a new life, a new baby about to be born. So I'd argue that the show wants us to consider both sides. And anyway, regardless of the intended message, I still consider that Adam was wrong, regardless of whether he was "partially correct" about erasing the two worlds.

[molarbeardoc]

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Mornings…

Who would want to leave the soft and warm comfort of their bed? The embrace of one’s sheets wrapped around them as if they were but a small infant once more.

There was not a single person in the world who actually enjoyed getting up.

Absolutely no one..

Not a single person…

Nope!

Okay that might have been just a teeny tiny lie…

Well… Not really a lie? How am I supposed to know, I’m just a narrator get off my back!

Moving on…

There really was one person who enjoyed mornings. For her, that meant she had lived to see another day. That she had evaded capture once more. No one could catch a genius, a reborn, intuitive Einstein as she would say. That’s right! Bive was the smartest cookie there was!

Mornings were a sign of hope, that she still had a chance to spread the truth! A chance to save everyone. Of course some were too far gone to be saved and would have to suffer the consequences for when the clowns came and snow soldiers took over but they picked their poison. They made their bed. They dug their graves. Now they had to lay in them when the time came.

Besides! Even if she couldn’t save everyone, she could save some of them! She could use her cleverness to think of plans to save those who listened. Her brains to find solutions to their biggest problems. She could accomplish anything as long as she was wide awake, as long as the gears in her head were constantly turning!

…

So why weren’t they spinning now?

She stared at her corkboard, her expression dull as she leaned against the brick wall of the maze. She felt horrible. Her head was killing her and her special brew wasn’t helping her in the slightest. If anything it made it worse! She felt top heavy and ill, her arms and legs acted as if they were a fruity gelatine. Maybe even a sweet lime flavour gelatine…

If that didn’t sound awful already. She was groggy and irritated. Her cat-like reflexes were more like a snail’s and her vision would occasionally blur.

What in the name of Clown Militia was going on with her?!

She let out an annoyed groan as she used the wall to keep herself upright before eventually succumbing and falling over. It was as if her own body were betraying her!

Useless vessel. Didn’t know she was the reason it was even alive! Talk about ungrateful…

There had to be someone she could trust to assist her. DrRETRO? No. That furball thought she was insane. Poob? No. They’d make it worse with their constant partying. Mark? He’d try and fix her with some sort of wood trick. Wallter? He trusts the flowers… Absolutely not…

Wait… God it was worse than she thought. She couldn’t even CONTACT any of them! None of them had her signal! Oh the fool she was! A complete and total fool!

Who had her radio signal..? Her memory was a bit fogged at the moment but she knew she gave it to someone..

Aha! Split! At least she thinks so? She couldn’t remember very well. She reached for her radio, twisting and turning the knobs as she attempted to reach the fruit-taur, letting out a cry of pain from the feedback and hissing through her teeth.

She let out a quiet sigh, trying to ignore the splitting pain that shot through her head, with every knob turn a new static frequency filling the air. Her voice croaking as she spoke into the radio.

"Split?"

"Split are you there?!"

The fruit-taur was sleeping peacefully in her own bed, a small banana-themed night light shining on her nightstand beside her alarm clock. It was still frankly early, only about 4am.

All was quiet…

"SPLIT!"

… Until it wasn’t…

Split immediately shot up, breathing heavily as she was suddenly awoken from her restful slumber. Her heart racing as she glanced around frantically.

"WHO’S THERE?! SHOW YOURSELF! I KNOW KUNG FU! I’VE SEEN ENOUGH MOVIES TO KNOW WHAT I’M DOING!"

Despite being unable to see, she immediately went on the defensive, tensing up as she tried to look as threatening as possible.

"Split…? Split are you there? Split..? Split!"

She turned towards her nightstand, the adrenaline dying down as it slowly became replaced with tired realization. She grabbed her glasses, putting them on before reaching for the radio.

"SPLIT?! Oh no. DID THE CLOWNS GET YOU?! OH GOD THIS IS AWFUL THEY KIDNAPPED HER?! WHAT AM I GONNA DO?! If they got her… THEN THEY’RE ATTACKING NOW! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! THAT MEANS THEY’RE COMING FOR ME NEXT! I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE THEY CATCH ME AND-"

"Bivey, you’re spiralling again…"

Bive’s side of the radio went quiet, as if she were processing the moment before answering.

"SPLIT YOU’RE OKAY- AcK- Ow ow radio feedback ow."

Split couldn’t help but smile, finding her worry endearing before speaking up.

"Yes, I’m fine. What’s going on with you? It’s uh…"

She glanced at the clock.

"Four in the morning. I don’t even think the early bird gets up this early!"

"IT’S AN EMERGENCY! THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME!"

"What-?"

Well that was concerning news.

"What do you mean something is wrong with you?"

"MY BODY IS ACTING WEIRD. I THINK I MAY HAVE BEEN POISONED! SOMEONE POISONED ME!"

She listened as the detective rambled on and on, blinking as she tried to slowly put everything together.

"Poisoned-? Bive what-? No one poisoned you. You probably just have a cold."

"THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE! I CAN’T GET SICK! I-"

"Okay okay fine! You’re not sick! Just calm down."

"HOW CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN I’VE BEEN POISONED?!"

"Oh my… Bive? Just… Stay calm for now? I’ll be over soon."

Guess she wasn’t sleeping in like she originally planned. She sighed as Bive rambled some incoherent words before the radio went dead, having no clue what she said before she got up. She was just in a comfortable T-shirt, that’s decent enough to go out.

It’s not like anyone would see her, it was too early for someone to be out and about on the elevator… Apart from her of course…

Bive was leaning against the wall, her head still throbbing and body still weak. She felt awful. There was no way she WASN’T poisoned. How was this even possible?! Even if they DID make it through the maze, how did they catch her off guard?! She was awake the whole time!

This was worse than she thought. Her enemies were getting smarter. They had found her location, slipped through the maze, and caught her off guard while she was on guard! Oh this was horrible. Truly terrible! How could she save anyone in her weakened state?!

The next hours were spent in agony. Well at least it felt like hours, it had really been only thirty minutes as she sat there patiently. Waiting for the Split’s arrival.

Speaking of Split, she was already stepping off the elevator, standing outside of the maze as she yawned. The sun hadn’t even risen yet, it wasn’t even dawn. She entered the maze, knowing her way decently enough to where she couldn’t get lost and only worrying about Scary Mike and an overly excited Fleshy, more so Mike, as she navigated herself through it.

Turning one of corners, she noticed the soft glow of a yellow light. Bingo. She quickened her pace down the hall, the strong scent of coffee wafting over her as the glow became stronger. Soon enough, she was met with the living quarters of the paranoid detective.

It was just as unorganized as she remembered, red string and empty styrofoam cups littered the floor. At least she listened to her the last time Split was over and picked up the thumbtacks, those were just accidents waiting to happen. Her floppy ears lifted as she heard a quiet and pained groan, looking down to see that Bive was on the floor, against the wall, with her head in her hands.

"Bive?"

She let out a startled yelp, trying to jump back only to met with a brick wall as she hissed through gritted teeth. That didn’t help with her headache and weak body at all… She looked up at the fruit-taur, a wave of relief and realization washing over her.

"SPLIT-! HI! HELLO…"

"Are you okay?"

"No! I’ve been POISONED! I’m going to DIE!"

"You’re not going to die."

"YES I AM!"

"Why do you think that?"

"BECAUSE THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME!"

She winced in pain as she felt another debilitating stroke of pain shoot through her head, gritting her teeth and using the wall to stand as she leaned against it. Seeing her state, Split grew concerned. Her being poisoned was a stretch but there was very well a chance she may have done or eaten something that could cause her this much harm.

"Can you tell me exactly what you’re feeling right now..?"

"Er-! A stupid headache… I feel a bit nauseous… lightweight… Annoyed with everything.."

"Have you eaten?"

"Yes…"

"Have you had some water?"

"..Yes…"

"Have you slept..?"

"…"

"Have. You. Slept?"

"Uh… No…"

"When’s the last time you have?"

"…"

"Bive… When was the last time you slept?"

"Hold on. I’m trying to remember…"

"You shouldn’t have to remember! It should’ve been recently!"

"BUT THAT LEAVES ME VULNERABLE TO THE CLOWNS AND SO-"

"You’re also vulnerable to them if you DON’T sleep!"

Touché…

"Oh please, I’m not even tired!"

"Doesn’t mean anything!"

"I think it means a lot!"

"Do you want to feel better or not?"

"I do."

"Then go to sleep!"

"But-!"

"No no! I don’t wanna hear it. No buts! If you’re that worried about being attacked by someone, I can just stay with you! Problem solved!"

Bive stared at Split for a moment. She’s never had her stay over. But seeing how much the fruit-taur wanted her to sleep, she knew she didn’t have much of a choice.

"Fine."

"Thank you…"

Split watched as the detective huffed and left to go get ready for bed, smiling as she grumbled underneath her breath. Even if she wasn’t happy with the idea, it was certainly necessary.

She continued to wait patiently before Bive reappeared, no longer in her classic coat and pants but in her own sleepwear.

"I don’t like this."

"Too bad. You need it."

"Do I though?"

"Go to bed."

Seeing as she wasn’t going to be able to wriggle herself away from this situation, she groaned before heading off back to her room, falling onto the bed and just laying there while waiting for fall asleep. She wasn’t very good at this thing…

Split stood outside the door, still feeling sluggish but forcing herself to stay awake. She had no idea what time it was since Bive owned no clocks; something about time being stopped and how every other clock was a fake, but it felt as if it were still early. She felt herself dozing off, but tried to fight against it. Right as she was about to drift off to sleep, she felt someone tap her shoulder.

"Split…? I can’t sleep."

She jerked awake, staring down at Bive before sighing.

"Are you okay?"

"I’m fine! Just tired.."

"Oh…"

"…"

"Do you wanna sleep in my bed?"

"What?"

"I MEAN YOU DON’T HAVE TO! I just thought.. Ya know!"

She stared tiredly down at the stammering and jittery detective, a small grin appearing on her face.

"I’ll take you up on that offer…"

Bive paused, looking at Split before forcing out a nervous laugh.

"AHAH! Uh OKAY!"

She led the fruit-taur into her room, watching as she dragged her paws towards the bed. She paused midway before looking towards Bive.

"Wait. Where are you gonna sleep?"

"Uhh… I just… won’t? Since I’m not tired..?"

She gave her a nervous smile, flashing her yellow tinted teeth at Split. Unfortunately for her, the other’s gaze hardened.

"Alright, I’ll just fix it this way."

Before she could get a reply out, she was dragged into the bed with her, the fruit-taur was holding her close as she sighed.

"This… This isn’t necessary you know?"

"Yes it is."

"But-"

"Bivey?"

"… Yes?"

"Goodnight."

"… Goodnight, Split.."

Bive fell quiet, listening quietly as Split’s breathing eventually slowed into quiet snores. She laid there a moment, before clinging onto the other, snuggling against her before sighing. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over her as she began drifting off.

"Goodnight…"

RAHHHHHHH FANFIC FINISHED. Sorry if it isn’t as good as my angst fic, I hope you enjoyed it though!!!!!

Omw to work on the Cheshire Cat doomed yuri fanfic someone double dog dared me to write now bye sillies <3

[asnowfern]

Turning Darkness Into Light

Summary: When ghost-seeing Elain moves into the flat Lucien has been haunting, she has only two rules for him: 1. They are not friends 2. He is not allowed to enter her bedroom

This is how Lucien breaks both of them. Rating: E, NSFW WC: 5.7k Read on AO3

A/N: Happy @lucienweekofficial!!! Written for the Day 7: Free Day prompt. Or in which I make up a lot of nonsensical rules about being a ghost. Enjoy!

“Good morning to all my lovely listeners! It looks to be another beautiful day in Velaris! We have a great show for you today-“ 

Lucien tunes out the radio blaring out of the open window from the apartment next door, the noise steadily sinks into the ether as he glides further away into the bedroom tucked into the corner. 

Another beautiful day, it said. 

Another day, another week, another month, another year. Lucien barely even knows what year it is anymore, having lost track after the first five years or so. Five years after getting murdered in cold blood in their sleep in the same apartment he now haunts. Despite the years that passed and his other memories fade, Lucien still remembers that night in chilling detail. 

Being awakened from a silenced shot, splattered with blood, Jes’s face permanently locked in a faux peaceful expression as a bullet cleanly ran through her warm, giving heart and stopped it from ever beating again. Cold, pitiless eyes pinned him down as the gunman turned his pistol on him, his words lodging into his shocked brain for the rest of time.

“Courtesy of the Forest Corp”

Lucien appeared as a disembodied spirit soon after. 

He took sole comfort for years in the fact that he woke up alone, that even though he was the reason she died, Jes at least passed peacefully. Well, as peacefully as one could be after getting murdered. If he had to spend the rest of eternity floating around as a bitter, regretful ghost, he didn’t curse the same for the love of his life. 

It didn't take long before Lucien realised that being a ghost is exceedingly boring. One would think that being a vengeful ghost is more exciting. But alas, the media lies. Instead, he is trapped in a limited radius around his block. Unable to communicate, unable to touch anything physically and unable to do anything. It took him a total of three days of wandering before he returned to his apartment, which had already been cleaned up and cordoned off. 

In another five days, his stuff was cleaned out. In another month, a new unassuming tenant had moved in. A grouchy man in his fifties who despite his age, was quite terrified of the supernatural - something Lucien noted with mild amusement. 

Many tenants came and left over the years. Some left organically, some moved out in a hurry, their pupils shifted around in panic while Lucien snorted at the side. 

So, yes. Being a ghost is boring. What else is there other than messing with assholes who still had the privilege of living, of being able to feel the rush of the warm essence of life running through their veins and yet did nothing to deserve it? 

Nothing much, apparently. 

Still, Lucien stays. After all, there aren’t many places to go. 

The door clicks open in a distance, followed by the scuffle of cardboard boxes scraping against wooden floors and feminine sighs of exertion. It takes another few more minutes of more boxes being pushed through the door before the wooden door shuts with a thud and keys drop to the floor in a jangle. 

Time to meet the new neighbour, he thinks as he passes through the wall and locks gazes with dark brown eyes. Beautiful chocolate eyes widen slightly and annoyance flashes through delicate features. The flush on cheeks from the physical exertion deepen as rosebud mouth huffs, the action bounces soft golden brown curls framing her face. 

She is gorgeous. So gorgeous that she stole his non-existent breath. 

Then the muscle at her jaw ticks as realisation strikes and she grumbles, “I knew the rental of this place was too good to be true.” 

His new beautiful flatmate can see ghosts. 

Well, that’s a first. 

===

Lucien freezes, his cold form is completely still as he processes her words. It cracks and pushes him back into motion when she speaks again with a perfectly arched brow, “What? Is this the first time you’ve met someone with the Sight?” 

Despite everything, old habits from decades past surges as he throws her a playboy grin, “Not one as gorgeous as you.” 

For a beat, silence ruled the space. Then she erupts into laughter, a melodic sound that blesses ears of the dead. 

“Well, I guess a flirt isn’t the worst I have encountered.” She says after the outburst. She picks up a box and moves deeper into the room, presumably to make space for more boxes to come. 

Lucien shoves down the pointless instinct to step towards her and offer aid. Instead, he remains where he is and leans casually against the wall to ask, “so what is the worst you’ve encountered?” 

She shrugs noncommittally, never stopping in her tracks as she flits through boxes, replying loftily, “Never you mind.” She whips out a slim phone from the back pocket of fitted jeans and begins tapping at it, the clacking sound of her nails against tempered glass fills the room. She clicks the screen into darkness and rests it on one of the boxes. Finally, she focuses those doe-like eyes on him, the gaze is sharp even as she keeps her tone light, “Still, if this arrangement is to work out, we are going to need to have some rules.” 

His new neighbour wastes no time in laying down the law on him and somewhere between a couple of trips down to the van, the two of them come to an agreement of two basic rules to live by. 

There will be no conversations or “heart to hearts”. They are just flat shares, not friends.

To make coexisting easier, she will spend most of her time at home in the bedroom, which he is in no uncertain terms allowed to enter her bedroom

Any violations of the above will result in Elain exorcising Lucien into nothingness.

And that is also how they learnt of each other’s names.

Lucien realises rather quickly that life with a living person who can see him, even one as stunning as Elain Archeron, can still be just as boring. In fact, it is even more boring as he can’t even mess with his living tenant. 

Nope, he’s learnt his lesson after he repeatedly walked through the oven and ruined a perfectly proofed loaf of sourdough. The entire flat is soon randomly laced with a sort of purified salt that burns the spirit and transforms the space into a landmine. He is fairly sure the smirk Elain gave him as she waved him out the door would, ironically, haunt him for some time. 

He got the hint: Never mess with Elain’s baking. Ever.

===

Rule 2: Lucien is in no uncertain terms allowed to enter Elain’s bedroom

Lucien lays flat on his back. If he closes his eyes, he can almost feel the cool surface of the stone flooring pressing into his skin. He can entrench himself in the distant street noises, pretending just for a moment that he is out there, coming home after a drink with friends, that he exists. 

A loud hollow sound cuts through the air, screaming for attention. It pulls him out of his reverie and back into nothingness. He frowns as he moves towards the source: a malfunctioning electric kettle searing its way through the metal plates. Acrid smoke rises from the appliance as it continues to wail. 

Elain. The mere thought of her dying in this apartment, all that light snuffed out, sends a streak of panic through him.

Urgency pulls him to the bedroom door and with a sharp inhale that he doesn’t need, Lucien bursts into Elain’s room where said girl is fast asleep in bed. 

“Elain!” He exclaims firmly, his hands flail in the air and plunges into her abdomen. Elain inhales sharply, body shooting upright. Chocolate brown pupils swivel around the room wildly before landing on him. 

“Lucien,” she hisses, her fist is closed tightly as she raises it next to her face. It wavers in the air as she brandishes it threateningly at him, “what are you doing in here?”

He simply informs flatly, “Your kettle is on the verge of catching fire.”

She stills for a moment before she bolts, the screams of the kettle echo throughout the quiet flat. Lucien watches on helplessly as a slender arm rushes to yank the plug out of the socket and silences the appliance. It hisses and envelopes them in smog when Elain douses it with water. Her button nose wrinkles as she grimaces at the smell. 

The ghost turns his gaze on the living as the air slowly clears out. He feels the edges of his lips lift into an amused smile as he takes in her dishevelled appearance. Dressed in an oversized shirt and shorts, her golden brown curls are mussed and balled into a large bird's nest while dried drool streaks across her cheek. She looks adorable.

Sensing the gaze, her body rotates slowly towards him. Her brow raises in question as her head tilts slightly. 

He shakes his head slightly. Gesturing to his cheeks, he comments dryly, “You have a little something here.” 

Perplexed, she raises a hand to her cheek. His traitorous heart squeezes as rose pink dusts her cheeks at the realisation. She scowls while walking to the sink and gently rinses the marks off her face. 

Without another word, Lucien retreats. Just in case, she gets her hands on more salt, only to be stopped when she calls out.

“Lucien,” he turns to meet soft, round eyes, “thank you.” 

Something that has long laid dormant twinges in him. It’s warm and sings in his chest like a gentle flame. He ignores it, saying instead, “I’m not keen to share this flat with you forever.”

Elain snorts and enters the room. 

===

Rule 1: There will be no conversations or “heart to heart”. We are not friends. 

Something between them changed after that night. Elain’s glares at him are no longer as scathing. She laughs and scowls playfully at his sarcastic remarks and throws back quips of her own. With every night, the figurative and literal distance between them reduces. 

Still, it catches him as a surprise when she swings into the fire escape one evening, settling next to him. Their bodies are so close that he could almost feel the faint heat radiating from her body. Again, something in him twinges in regret - at what is there, yet is not.

They sit in silence for a while, content to just watching the traffic below, people getting about their lives. 

“Why did you never cross the border? All these years? Is it out of vengeance or regret?” Her question comes out quietly. It drifts into the peaceful night of Velaris, just waiting, never rushing. 

He lets his own response fade into the city. “I take it you found out what happened to me.”

She shuffles uncomfortably. “There has only ever been one fatal incident reported in this building.” Her expression is regretful and almost pained as she continues, “The double homicide of Lucien and Jesminda Vanserra.” 

It surprises him at how little he feels at the words, at the mention of his long dead love. There is no bitterness or regret. Just a sort of numbness that he has long been accustomed to before the belle next to him walked through the door.

He shrugs, leaning back slightly to rock on his palms, “Well, then there you have it.” He pauses a beat. “Did they report who was responsible?”

This time. The reply nearly brings him to his knees.

“Yes. Beron Vanserra was arrested months later for the deaths. He was sentenced to life in prison.” Again, her eyes are sorrowful, the usual brightness in them dimmed. 

“He, no” he corrects himself quietly, shaking his head as he marvels at the truth, “they did it. They actually arrested him.” 

She nods, looking back out to the streets beneath, as if she needs to distance herself from the news she is imparting. “They said it was your mother’s testimony that sealed the case. She and your brother provided all the evidence needed to charge him. No amount of money or clout could protect him.” 

Lucien tips his head back as a weight lifts from him. His laugh bubbles out in incredulous, surprised shudders. His mother’s beautiful face comes to mind. Her gentle kindness and tenderness, her quiet strength that his father evidently was never able to beat out of.

For the first time in many, many years, Lucien cries tears that he doesn’t know he still possesses. They stream down his face with a tingling chill. 

With a single sentence, Elain has opened the door to years of suppressed memories, shedding light on the nothingness he has been existing with. Her face is laced with concern as she looks on from the side, lending him strength with nothing but her glowing presence. 

Eventually, the tears stop and though his heart aches, Lucien smiles. 

“Thank you, Elain.” 

===

Lucien paces the apartment, his eyes wandering to the clock once more as the minute hand strikes the midnight mark.

Tick, tick, tick.

By the next time the second hand moves, Lucien has leapt out of the window and is airborne. 

He pushes the boundaries of his immortal prison, traversing the dark skies. Never stopping until russet eyes spot a glint of burnished gold, cornered in a deserted alleyway. His ears pick up latin chants, expertly commanded by a familiar feminine voice. 

Elain isn’t the one being cornered.

She is the one cornering others. 

She stands tall, her hand is raised to shoulder level, a rosary wound tightly around her palm. She brandishes it at two wailing discombobulated spirits thrashing against an invisible barrier cast by a circle of salt. The force of the exorcism generates a gust of wind that blows her hair back, revealing a fierceness to her that one seldom sees in sweet, gentle Elain Archeron. 

Her eyes shimmer as she stares the spirits down, never once stopping the stream of chants. So focused on what lays before her that she neglects to realise a third comrade creeping up behind her. But Lucien does.

He dives down, his feet colliding sharply against the spirit’s head. She screeches, an ugly face twisting into a contortion of grotesque features. The redhead’s back is to the blonde, their eyes met for a brief moment - just long enough for Elain to give him a curt nod. 

Lucien springs into action. With a single smooth motion, he steps forward towards the still growling spirit and sucker punches her in the gut. While distracted, he hauls her up and tosses into the ring with her companions. As if on cue, Elain ends the chant and snaps her fingers. Each grain of salt lining the circle explodes and traps them in a closed wall of silver flames. They vanish in a fit of screams. 

Elain casually places the rosary back into her bag, her face carefully blank. Only the slightest feathering in her jaw betrays any emotion she might be feeling. She rocks on her heels, tossing a quick glance at him before walking away. Back to the direction of their flat. 

Lucien follows suit, sliding forward so that their steps are in time. He observes the tense bite and  comments lightly, “So cool side gig you’ve got there.” 

Doe eyes shift to him for a brief moment, the movement is skittish like a fawn. She recovers, nodding. Her throat bobs when she replies with a shrug, “Started as self-defence.” 

“Ahhh,” his head tilts slightly, his heart twisting at the thought of a young, scared Elain getting terrorised by the dead, “did you run into them often?”

“I did,” she admits, “and eventually, you learn what affects them. Combine them with nonsense from the internet that sometimes does work and voila! Exorcist!” 

Something like pride rumbles in his chest. He huffs in amusement as he shakes his head, “Badass, Archeron. Badass.” 

She stops in her tracks to look at him with wide eyes. “You don’t think it’s weird?” 

He raises a brow, “You do remember you’re talking to a ghost, right?” Seeing the frown beginning to form, he hastily continues, “But it doesn’t change the fact that it must have been terrifying. Yet, you found a way to turn it around, turn it in strength.” He gestures to her with a flourish, “Like I said, badass.” 

She looks away, the apples of her cheeks tinged in pink, “You’re the first to say that. So,” she clears her throat, “so thank you.” 

Lucien can’t stop a smile from forming.

They walk in a comfortable silence after, with only the taps of Elain’s shoes against the concrete pavement accompanying them. The streets are quiet. A small miniscule number of stars observe from above, twinkling visibly even in the city lights. The tranquillity of the moment is a stark difference from just five minutes ago.

“I found your brother.” Elain starts, her hands wrestling in each other, “the one that helped your mother put him away. Eris. He’s CEO of Forest Corp now.”  

He maintains a careful, neutral expression even as something in him stirs uncomfortably, “Oh?”

“I thought you could talk to him. Y’know, get some closure.” 

“Why?” He winces internally at the sharp tone. Still, he says dismissively, “He can’t see me. He’s not you.” 

This time, he does wince. But he doesn’t take it back, doesn’t apologise. Where is she going with this? Why is she pushing him away? 

To her credit, Elain doesn’t flinch. She just continues, “It’s Halloween next week. The festivities may be fake but it is still the day when the veil between worlds narrows. There are… ways to make you visible.” 

He might have stopped breathing even if he didn’t need to, “Why?” 

“You’ve seen them. What happens when spirits remain too long.” His mind easily flashes to the trio from earlier, “You are remarkably fresh for someone who has been around for so long. It wouldn’t last.” 

A presence haunts her eyes but it goes away with a blink. “I don’t want to lose you like that. I can’t lose you like that.” Her eyes finish what her words can’t. 

Even if it means losing what we have today. 

“I’ll think about it.” 

What if I tell you that you’ve made me feel more myself than I have been in years? 

===

Rule 2: Lucien is in no uncertain terms allowed to enter Elain’s bedroom (again)

The words stay with him throughout the night and most of the day after. When Elain comes home from work, she doesn’t bring it up, doesn’t push. They chat as they usually do. He laughs, she laughs. It’s like they never had the conversation. 

Later in the night, Lucien leans back. The radio that Elain leaves on for him is seated next to him, chattering away. He mindlessly hums to the tunes. 

Then he hears it. In between the beats of the song. 

A pained moan. Coming from Elain’s room. 

Lucien hovers outside, unsure if he should say something. 

Tick, tick, tick.

“Lucien!” 

He passes through but doesn’t approach any further. Every thought eddies from his mind as he stares dumbstruck.

Elain is leaning back against a stack of pillows. Her sleeping shorts and panties lay discarded on the ground. Her face is caught in ecstasy as one hand fists the bedsheet and the other is fingers deep within her. 

When brown eyes shakily open, it meets blazing russet. The moment drags as conflict wars within expressive moons. After the torturous beat, it fades, leaving nothing but desire in its place. Rosebud lips pull up into a smile so sinful he thinks it might just be worth going to Hell for. Elain lets her hand fall limply as her legs spread open further, glistening with her release. 

Fuck him. 

“All of that at the mere thought of me?” He says huskily as he approaches. His entire being trembles in anticipation. 

“Are you going to help me take it further?” She tilts her chin up in challenge, leveling him with a devilish smirk. 

She shrugs off her shirt over his head to reveal pert nipples. She locks them in a heavy gaze as her fingers start to move back to her centre, gliding over the swollen clit. 

He is naked with a single thought. He gives himself a long, drawn out pump, savouring every darkening shade of brown pupils. He stops at the foot of the bed, his voice drops an octave as he asks silkily,“Have you been imagining those are my fingers? Thicker, longer, rougher?” 

She whimpers. A sound so sweet to his ears. She breathes, “Yes” 

A guttural sound involuntarily escapes his throat and he orders, “Then plunge them in. As deep as you can.” 

Elain moans loudly as she complies, disappearing three fingers inside her at once. He moves his hand in time with hers, matching her stroke for stroke. He savours every whimper, every pant.

“That’s it, such a good girl.” he purrs, chocolate brown seizes russet. He lets go of the aching appendage in favour of lightly caressing the highly sensitive bud, not quite touching but just enough. He is rewarded when her hips buck involuntarily into a ghostly hand, mouth shapes into a perfect ‘o’ as she gasps at the sensation. 

His finger continues to rub circles, learning from every sound that falls out of that perfect mouth. He quickly settles into a rhythm that has Elain panting loudly, her breaths quicken with her fingers, edging her closer and closer to her climax. 

“Come for me, Elain.” 

Watching Elain ride herself through her release is the closest Lucien will ever get to a religious experience. Her beautifully flushed cheeks, her lips are parted slightly as her eyes glaze with lust. A temptress and a Goddess both at once. He couldn’t help himself but slant his lips over hers in yet another light touch - the only thing he could do. 

“Beautiful” he whispers as he commits this image to his eternal afterlife, “absolutely beautiful.” Elain’s lips tremble as they curve up into an apprehensive smile. Then, she pushes herself off the bed and towards the bathroom. 

Lucien is by the door when she returns, their bodies are inches apart when she passes through the doorway.  The proximity tingles and pulls at something in his chest. But he forces himself to tear his gaze away and turn in the opposite direction to leave. 

“Stay” 

Her face is soft and pleading. Her hand reaches out to him before she stops herself and draws it to her chest. She shakes her head slightly and determination overtakes her face. “Stay,” she repeats firmly, as sure as day.

He follows her back to bed, gingerly lying against the soft surface. She turns to her side to face him, waits as he does  the same. They’re so close. His body tingles again as something within hums in content. 

“I can’t lose you.” She confesses in a quiet whisper, “Please.”

Everything in him wants to touch her, tuck the stray strand away, stroke her cheek, hold her. Goddamn, he wants to hold her so bad it hurts. He clenches his fist by his side, desperate to hold it at bay. 

He shakes his head, smiling sadly.  “You’ll lose me anyway.”

She glares at him. Those same rosebud lips shaped into a petulant pout. “It’s not the same and you know it.”

He laughs in a low rumble though he knows it doesn’t quite reach his eyes when he finally relents, “Okay, let’s set up the meet.”

===

Time has passed all too quickly before Elain is in front of him using a chalk to trace a large white circle on the living room floor. An old tattered book lays open before her. The brunette extracts a stone of pure obsidian from her pocket, never once pausing or stopping as she recites from the ancient text.

Not even as the air surrounding him thickened to a point where it is nothing but suffocating smog. It is a strange sensation. The air eventually visibly returns but the heaviness continues to drag him down. Still, it is only then that Elain relents. Her voice dies down with the wind, her raised hand drops to her side. She staggers, her body sways with exhaustion. Yet determined eyes fix him a questioning stare. Did it work?

Lucien reaches his hand forward, towards Elain’s slender fingers. His heart feels more alive, pounding and dragging as they get closer and closer. Until… 

His fingers pass through warm flesh. 

The space between his brows knot in disappointment. Before he returns Elain’s gaze, Lucien dashes downstairs: out of the privacy of their apartment and into the eyes of the public. 

Careful not to phase through the physical world where people might see, he halts at the sidewalk, a few paces from the entrance. 

“Excuse me!” He calls out to a young couple walking past. Incredibly, they turn to him. Taking a breath, he continues to ask, “Do you happen to know if the Happy Fiddle cafe is near here?”  

He watches in amazement as they politely shake their heads and continue forward. Heaving a soft exclamation of triumph, he returns to the flat. 

“Where did you manage to find that book?” He asks in bewilderment after he imparts the good news. 

Elain simply grins mischievously as she slots said book into her drawer, “I know people.”

==

The plan is simple. Lucien might be visible to everyone but he is still trapped within the same radius of the flat. Nowhere near the Forest Corp office building. Elain had instead been able to track down Eris’s email contact, sending him a carefully worded message. A harmless sentence that only the Vanserra heir would pick up on. 

As they say, Mr Vanserra, only the foxes in the autumn forest could run the fastest?

Predictably, Eris, who still never fails to put his family first, rings the doorbell at seven pm sharp. 

Just as the email indicated.

The Forest Corp CEO walks through the door, levelling Elain a cold, assessing gaze. And Lucien has to resist the urge to rush forward towards his brother. 

Eris has aged gracefully, barely looking like his true age of fifty. His sharp features could still bring him the attention of any female or male he wanted. Yet, it is the slight peppering of grey in his hair and the dignified lines that trace his face that really punches Lucien in the gut. The clear reminder that time has moved for the people in his life. That where he remained unmoving, forever lost to time, the people in his life hadn’t.

 “Congratulations, you’ve gotten my attention.” Eris says mockingly to Elain, his amber eyes flash dangerously, “What are you going to do with it?” 

To her credit, Elain meets his cold stare unflinchingly. The edges of her mouth lift into a flat polite smile, asking instead, “What do you know of the afterlife, Mr Vanserra?” 

Eris bristles, his brows crease with annoyance. His body language shifts minutely into one Lucien is intimately familiar with. So he interjects, stepping forward from the shadows, “What she means to say, Eris, is do you believe in ghosts?” 

Amber eyes widen in shock as Eris stares wide eyed at the ghost of his little brother, stunned into immobility for a full thirty seconds. It is only when Elain leaves the apartment with a subtle nod from Lucien that he springs into action. 

“How dare you?” He seethes, his handsome features contorting in rage. He steps towards Lucien, extending his hand to roughly grab at his collar, only to grasp air in its place. 

“What the hell?” The older Vanserra cusses under his breath, immediately looking around for a projector. Something, anything to explain the apparent presence of his dead brother in his old residence. 

“It’s really me, Eri.” He says gently, raising his hands up in platitude. “No tricks. I never left.” 

Indecision tears at Eris, disbelief waging war on an inerasable pain. He says quietly, “Foxes run fastest in the autumn forest.” 

“But only as a pack can they do so.” Lucien finishes softly. Amber eyes finally meet russet. It stirs distant memories of a scared young boy running into the arms of his older brother, memories of days where nightmares could be banished with a favoured fairytale.

Eris falls forward, his hand grips tightly at the corner of the doorway to hold himself up. “Luci? How?” 

He shrugs, “An exorcist moved in” 

He raises his brow in scepticism, “Elain Archeron? Huh.” He continues at Lucien’s questioning look, “I know her older sister. It’s the reason why I showed up.”

Huh. 

The two brothers fell into an awkward silence. 

Then they both predictably try to break it at the same moment. 

“So” / “I need to know why, Eris.” 

Eris’s throat bobs and his jaw sets in locked tension. He doesn’t ask further, doesn’t need to. Even after two decades, he still knows his youngest brother. He could only say bitterly, “he had a bad day.” 

Everything stills as Lucien processes it. His throat tightens uncomfortably. “What?” He forces the question out, his voice rising with every word. “He sent killers to murder my wife and I in cold blood because he had a bad day?”  

Eris says nothing. A myriad of pain and regret clouding his face. 

“What about the Vanserra pride? And honour?” He spits venomously, “All that talk growing up and he sends assassins to kill us in our sleep?” 

“Word of your marriage finally reached him. He was livid.” 

“Why?! Because Jes didn’t come from the old lines? What? Because she’s not rich so she’s unworthy?!”

Something nags at him even as he spits out question after question, that he was missing something critical. Something confirmed in the uncertainty in Eris’s face. Because Eris is never uncertain. He lies and manipulates but he is never, never unsure. So Lucien asks directly, “What are you not telling me?”

Then it fades as his mouth sets in a grim line. “You’re not his son.” 

“What?”

Eris doesn’t repeat himself, instead choosing to let Lucien work it out. His brain struggles to piece together memories from long ago, left behind even before he was killed. Finally, the pieces fit. 

“I was never meant to be happy.” He surmises quietly. 

“No,” Eris agrees, “he never would have allowed it.”  

A hysterical laugh starts to build in his chest. It claws and rages to escape. He tries to rein it in but it comes out as a desperate sob. 

Eris’s hand trembles at his side, it jerks once or twice towards him. As if the older Vanserra wanted nothing more than to pull his brother into a hug. “I’m sorry. I should have found out sooner. I should have found a way to warn you… but it was all too late by the time I realised there was a hit out on you.” 

Lucien shakes his head, “I don’t blame you. Never did. Besides, you helped put him away.” 

This time, Eris smiles. Cold and vengeful. “Best moment of my life.” 

Lucien snorts. Of that, he has no doubt. 

That bastard deserved it. 

===

Lucien stands before Elain as the clock continues to tick down to twelve. Every year he felt the pull to the beyond but every year, he ignored it. This year, the pull will be impossible to resist and he knows it. 

Knew it the moment Eris left. No, knew it the moment Elain told him what happened to Beron. 

He throws a glance at the clock. Two minutes. 

“Elain”

She turns those expressive, rich brown eyes on him and Lucien is gone. The pain, the acceptance but at the same time, the pride. Everything is laid clear for Lucien to see and it wrenches at him. 

“Thank you,” he says, his voice thick with emotion, “for bringing me back to life. I was so lost before and I didn’t even know it.” He brings one hand towards her face, cupping it impulsively. Incredibly, they make contact. The feel of her skin, soft and warm underneath his. She closes her eyes and leans into the touch. 

“Thank you,” she says, opening to reveal teary eyes, “for bringing joy and humour to my life. I don’t think I ever realised how lonely I was… before you.”

He strokes a thumb and wipes away a fallen tear. He brings his face closer and leans in to capture her lips. There is a gasp before Elain returns it fiercely. They meet each other, tongue for tongue, teeth for teeth. Every emotion they have left to convey, laid bare at their feet.

They kiss until the pull tugs at Lucien again. Hard and insistent. Reluctantly, he breaks contact. His forehead pressed against hers as he held it back for a final second. Until finally, russet meets brown for the last time as he fades away into a bright, shimmering aureate light. 

===

Many, many years into the future

Elain plasters on a polite smile as the suit clad men and women huddle together for a brief discussion. Months and months of blood, sweat and tears have come down to this every moment. Her career is made if they select her proposal. 

She keeps on the smile as they thank her and dismiss her with empty promises about reaching out. As she walks out of the boardroom, the door on the other side opens to bring in the next candidate. Her rival. Elain turns over, curious. 

Her mind is wiped utterly blank in his presence. His strong stride as he walks towards the presenter’s laptop. She stares, entranced at how his long auburn hair and golden brown skin complements his suit perfectly, how the perfectly tailored suit reveals everything and nothing about the powerful muscles rippling underneath. Even then, it almost pales in contrast when she takes in the strong lines of his face. So beautiful it takes her breath away in the process. 

Then he looks up and catches her in her unabashed gawking. Russet eyes blaze into her and pins her in place. But slowly, surely, those sensual lips pull up into a cocky smirk and it knocks Elain back into the boardroom where the receptionist is still holding the door open for her. 

Clearing her throat, she feels her cheek warm as she mutters a hasty apology and exits the room. She never looks back again although she knows with a concrete certainty. 

Whoever that man is, that will not be the last she sees of him. 

End

A/N: If you're curious, Jenna Coleman's Johanna Constantine in Sandman was definitely what I had in mind for exorcist Elain👻

[cosmicjoke]

I think your hatred of Zeke clouds your view of him. I don’t think he’s as bad as you claim. His childhood made him sincerely believe that his euthanasia plan was the best solution to the titan problem. Even Hanji admitted it was the best solution. Eldians could have lived out the remainder of their lives peacefully and not cursed their children to suffer.

Zeke is delusional, and like most narcissists, he believes himself unique or otherwise specially equipped to solve the worlds problems. And also like a true narcissist, other peoples thoughts and feelings and desires don't register and don't matter to him.

You really don't see the problem with what you just said here? "Eldians could have lived out the remainder of their lives peacefully and not cursed their children to suffer.".

You're literally advocating for genocide with this statement. And you're advocating for people having their agency totally stolen from them by a madman who, because his own childhood was sort of shitty, decided that everyone else should have to pay the price for it. You're condoning murder, by agreeing that it's okay for someone who isn't under direct threat from another person to decide whether that other person's life is worth enough to justify their continued existence.

Further, it wouldn't have ensured any sort of peace for the Eldians, because it would have rendered the limited Rumbling and the lingering threat of it impossible. You should read this post by @darkskywishes to understand why:

But basically, Zeke's supposed plan to protect Paradis is BS, because of his plan to sterilize the population. A generation is 25 years. Historia would have died after 13 years and needed to pass her titan on to her only child, who would have been 13 at the time of inheritance. Add her 13 years to Historia's of being able to activate the Rumbling. That's 26 years. Paradis needed at least 50 years to be able to build up their military adequately to compete with other nations. But because of Zeke's sterilization, no more Eldian children could have been born after at most 26 years. Paradis would have needed another 24 years for their military to catch up to the rest of the world, 24 years which they wouldn't have had, because, again, Zeke forcing sterilization on the Eldian population would have rendered it impossible to pass any titan down to anyone ever again, and so the Rumbling could no longer be activated to act as a deterrent against attack from other countries. Paradis and its remaining population would have been brutally and violently wiped out, as a result.

All this, assuming Historia would have even been able to give birth to the child she was then currently pregnant with, which, if Zeke had enacted his sterilization plan, doesn't actually seem possible. The baby would have died in the womb. And so Paradis wouldn't have even had those 26 years of peace. They would have had, at most, 13 years. Not even a single generation. Zeke literally just intended for Paradis to be wiped out and thought that would have been "mercy", because he considered life to be worthless, and death to be the preferable option.

Further still, Zeke never intended to pass his titan on at all, because he planned on forcing sterilization on the population before Historia could have gotten pregnant. Remember, Historia got herself knocked up before she was ever meant to, going against the agreed upon plan. If she had stuck to that plan, Zeke would have already forced sterilization onto the population before Historia could get pregnant. So, again, they would have had at most 13 years before the rest of the world decided to retaliate.

Beyond that, even, Zeke literally manufactured the circumstances that brought war and suffering to Paradis. Marley and the rest of the world had no interest in pursuing Paradis until Zeke convinced them that they needed to attack the island, and then, along with Eren, ensured that the rest of the worlds nations would join Marley in that attack. They CREATED THE PROBLEM.

And do you really think the rest of the Eldian's in Marley and elsewhere in the world, the people Zeke supposedly cares so much about, would have been spared further persecution and suffering from Zeke's deliberate manipulation of events to renew and intensify the already existent prejudice against them? Do you think the Eldian's suddenly being made sterile would have protected them from people's worsened prejudice, fueled by Zeke's and Eren's scheming? Don't be ridiculous.

And Hange "admitting" that Zeke was right doesn't prove anything. It doesn't remotely prove it was the right solution to anything. Hange was in a terrible mental state at that point, her self-blame for the situation worsened by Eren's bullshit claim that she had somehow "failed" to secure peace, when it was Zeke's and Eren's actions that caused the war to begin with.

Zeke did everything in his power to make the situation for the Eldian people worse, not better. He manufactured a reason for the entire world to descend on Paradis with the intent to destroy them. He left the Eldian's in other nations high and dry with no recourse and no way to protect themselves against the intensifying hatred for them. Whether Zeke genuinely convinced himself it was for the best or not doesn't matter, because his total inability to understand that he had no right to decide for people what their lives were worth proves he never cared about those people to begin with. He never considered them relevant enough for their opinions to matter. He never regarded them enough to even let them decide whether they should live or die. They were just a means to an end for his own glory.

Zeke's entire idea of "mercy" is to kill people without their agreement or consent, with no thought spared to their own beliefs regarding the value of their lives. That isn't what someone who cares about other people does. That isn't what someone who respects the lives of others does. That isn't what someone who wants to alleviate the suffering of others does. They don't try to impose their will on others. They don't try to control other people or dictate to them that their lives are worthless. They don't think they just get to decide what's best for everyone else and make the decision for them, especially over something so vital to their well-being, with no regard to their agency or will. The fact Zeke engages in this sort of behavior again and again puts the lie to his claim of wanting to end people's suffering, because he actively and purposefully causes that suffering, all to feed into his self-image of being some sort of savior.

And even if what you say was true, which it's not, but even if it were, it still wouldn't in any way, shape or form explain Zeke's blatant and breathtaking cruelty that he displays again and again, the naked enjoyment he derives from hurting others and making them suffer.

I'm not blinded by my hate for Zeke. It doesn't cloud my view of him. Zeke manages to earn my hate all on his own.

I don't get why it's so hard for some people to just admit that Zeke is a bad person. He's the literal definition.

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Thanksgiving Reruns 2024--Chapter 3: Black Friday (pt. 1/3)

It’s that time again; the holidays!  I would like to wish all my followers who celebrate it a very happy Thanksgiving.  As a thank you to you (as well as my followers who DON’T celebrate), I present you with 3 Thanksgiving related stories I’ve written in the past.  Enjoy!

Title: Black Friday—Chapter 1 of 3

Rating: G

Words: 1442

Summary: CS as single parents AU. As the holidays approach, Emma’s son Henry and Killian’s daughter Alice ask for a specific storybook which will ONLY be available for purchase on Black Friday.

 Other Chapters: 1 2 4 5

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Black Friday—Chapter 1

One week before Thanksgiving

“Do you really think it’ll work?” she asked, leaning forward, eyes bright and delighted.

“It’s perfect!” he answered. “Trust me!  Our plan will work like a charm.  Just make sure you give him Miss French’s flier and make him see how much you want it.  I’ll do the same with her.  By Christmas, we’ll be celebrating our success.”

She grinned.  “Oh, I hope you’re right!  Can you imagine?  If we pull this off, everything will change forever!”

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The morning after Thanksgiving

The alarm clock roared to life as a way, way too enthusiastic version of Jingle Bell Rock blared from the speakers of her clock radio. Emma groaned, reaching blindly over to slam the button on the top of the alarm and make the noise stop.

3 am.  It was entirely too early for any sane person to be awake.  Even the early birds were still peacefully snoozing in their nests.  It was only the crazy humans, intent on getting the best deals on the best Christmas gifts who would submit themselves to this kind of torture.

She hoped the payout was worth it.

Her bed was so warm, so comfortable, that for a split second, Emma considered just forgetting about the whole thing and going back to sleep, but then she thought about Henry.

It had been a difficult year for him, for both of them really.  They’d had a great life in New York.  Her bail bonds gig had paid well enough that they could afford a wonderful apartment. Henry had lots of friends at school.  She’d had a guy she loved, a guy she really thought was the one.  He’d seemed great with Henry, and Henry had really liked him.  

Walsh had proposed a week before Halloween, and Emma had really considered saying yes.  Granted, she didn’t feel the epic, sweeping, melt-into-a-pile-of-goo passion you see in movies, but she did love Walsh, and he could be a wonderful addition to the little family circle she and Henry had put together.

At least that’s what she thought.

Emma had made up her mind to accept the proposal when it all went south.  Turns out Walsh wasn’t at all who he said he was.  He’d been playing a long con on her, doing his level best to steal her money and assets right from under her nose, and she felt like a fool for buying into it his b.s.  She was smarter than this!  She ran the honey trap on bail jumpers; she knew the playbook.  How did she fall for it?

She’d just so badly wanted that perfect, white-picket-fence life for herself, and especially for her ten-year-old son, that’s how.

After everything had so epically crashed and burned with Walsh, Emma had just wanted to get away.  She’d wanted–needed–a new start, and so when her brother David had mentioned the opening for a deputy in the tiny town of Storybrooke, Maine, where he lived with his wife Mary Margaret, Emma had jumped at the opportunity.

Within a week, she’d uprooted her whole life–and her son’s whole life–and moved to Storybrooke.  For the moment, she and Henry were crashing with David and Mary Margaret in their tiny loft apartment until Emma could find them their own place.

The move had been the most difficult on Henry.  All he’d ever known was back in New York–friends, school, entire lifestyle.  Small town Storybrooke was like a totally different world than the booming metropolis he was used to.  Her normally happy, vivacious kid had been quiet, almost withdrawn since they’d arrived in Storybrooke.

Emma knew kids were resilient, that Henry would bounce back, but she felt so damn guilty for causing him stress.

And so, naturally when Henry had come home a week ago, excitement bumped up to a level ten, talking a mile a minute and waving a flier in her face, Emma had taken notice.  Turns out the school librarian Belle French–who was also the owner and proprietor of “A Tale as Old as Time”, Storybrooke’s best (and only) bookstore–was holding a special Black Friday sale on a very special storybook, entitled Once Upon a Time.  She had one copy, and one copy only, and the rare book would normally sell for an exorbitant price–somewhere between an arm and a leg.  On Black Friday, however, she was offering the book for dirt cheap, but there was a catch.  The price was only good during the special, Black Friday early bird sale.  Doors opened at 4 am.   First person to touch the book had the opportunity to purchase it.

Henry had always loved stories, and he’d been particularly fascinated with fairy tales.  Naturally, a book chalk full of them would be right up Henry’s alley.  Faced with the prospect of getting Henry the perfect gift, the gift that would finally bring him some joy after the difficult last few weeks, it was a no brainer.

Waking up a few hours before the crack of dawn was a small price to pay for her kid’s happiness.

Emma pushed aside the covers and got up, throwing on the first pair of clean clothes she could find, twisting her hair into a messy bun, and then downing the strong coffee her sister-in-law had set to brew for her.  By the end of her second cup, she was feeling almost human, and she was ready to brave the hordes of Black Friday shoppers to attain her prize.

It was a quick, five minute walk to the center of town where “A Tale as Old as Time” was located, and Emma made it just as the cheerful brunette proprietor was unlocking the doors and letting her first customers in.  Emma knew just where her target was.  She’d scoped out the bookstore over the weekend, getting the lay of the land and mapping out her plan of attack.  She knew just where to go, and within sixty seconds of the store opening, she’d reached her target.  It was right there, in sight.

Emma reached for the book, her hand made contact–just as another hand did as well.

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Killian Jones had lived a difficult life.  He’d seen more heartache and tragedy in his thirty-five years of existence than most people did in a lifetime.  Aye, it had been an incredibly difficult life, but it did have one bright, shining spot.

His daughter Alice.

His one-night-stand with Alice’s mom, Eloise, had been a mistake of epic proportions, but Killian would never regret it, because it gave him the greatest blessing of his life, his precious little starfish.

Nine months after their dalliance, Eloise had suddenly showed up on his doorstep, placed their newborn daughter in his arms, and then walked out of their lives forever.  For himself, Killian couldn’t have cared less.  He felt nothing but revulsion for the woman who’d gotten him blind drunk and then taken advantage of him that night nine months ago.  In the bright morning light, he’d been disgusted with her, with himself, and with the entire sordid affair.  He’d have been more than happy if he never saw her noisome face again.

No, he didn’t care if she walked away from him, but his heart had broken at the fact that his tiny, perfect daughter had been abandoned by her mother.  Killian knew from first hand the agony of being abandoned by a parent, and it tore him up inside that his beloved daughter had to deal with it as well.

Though having a child was the farthest thing from his mind at the time, there’d never been any doubt what he would do.  Alice was his daughter, his precious child, and he would do right by her no matter what.

Ten years later, he thanked his lucky stars every single day that he’d made the choice to raise her.  Alice was the most important person in the world to him, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

So naturally, when she came home from school all excited about the book Miss French was selling, Killian knew exactly how he would be spending his very early Black Friday morning.

He’d arrived at “Tale as Old as Time” just as Miss French opened the doors.  He rushed to the back of the store, his prize in sight.

He grabbed the book just as a gorgeous blonde made contact.  

“Um excuse me,” she said with a frown.  “This book is mine.”

It appeared this shopping expedition was going to be more difficult–although possibly more intriguing–the blonde truly was breathtaking–than he’d expected.

Killian grinned.  He’d never backed down from a challenge, and he didn’t intend to begin now.

Next Chapter–>

[mrsjavierp]

Where You Belong?

Chapter 1 - Do you know who I am?

Javier Peña x latin! f! Reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the WHOLE fic): +18! angst, smut, cheating, past relationships, drug dealing, Narcos Universe, violence... Bad Spanish (sorry), English is my second language. Using "y/n" and "y/ln".

(If I forgot any warning, pls tell me!)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I need to thank my new friend @creedslove for the support here. Girl, thanks so much!

As I said before, that's my first fic that I ever post in my whole adult life. I couldn't resist Javier Peña breaking into my dreams. My mind is on fire!

Hope you all liked it!

Suggestions are always welcome!

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Narrator's POV:

Lighting up his cigarette, Javier Peña looked through his bedroom window. It was just another hot night, just like the ones that passed or the ones coming. His latest bar conquest was laying down on his bed, sleeping peacefully.

A peace that was nowhere near familiar to him.

Javi closed his eyes, inhaling his cigarette. Tasting as it was the most delicious thing in his mouth at that time.

Even with this scalding heat, even the loud noises on the streets at ungodly hours, even the so-called "drug war" - that he was fighting on his country's behalf... When he thought about all the bad things going on, nothing compared to his own personal war that was waiting for him in Texas.

Yes, Colombia felt better than being at Rancho Peña with his wife and son.

That was really fucking painful, since Laredo once were his home.

His wife, Lorraine, that one who he almost left at the altar... If it weren't for his kid on her womb.

His son... Javier felt like he was the only good thing that came out of his marriage. His sweet little baby boy, gentle and loving, totally unlike his awful mother.

Javier inhales his cigarette for the last time, puts it out and lays down again.

The girl he brought home was still asleep quietly next to him, breathing lightly as a feather.

For a moment, as he looked at her, he felt so jealous: he envied her youth, her freedom, her possibilities...

War against Escobar wasn't even that bad when he thought about his war against Lorraine. He knew, once he stepped foot on Laredo again, his life would be really miserable.

Yes, Javier Peña preferred to live just like that: alone in Colombia, drinking too much whiskey, smoking too many cigarettes, fucking around with prostitutes and random women, sleeping 3 hours per night, seeing horrible things the men did to enemies...

Yes, he chose loneliness over his unhappy marriage.

Neither su mama or Chucho made him do it, but the way he was raised and his sense of responsibility tied him to Lorraine. Her family, as herself, loved to live by the so-called good costumes.

He hated their hypocrisy.

Tired, Javier finally lay down and tried to sleep, tried, one more time, stay away from his real life nightmares.

*

Steve snorted when he noticed Javier walking into the DEA office, clearly hangover, wearing a beige suit and his golden aviator sunglasses.

"Could at least clean up better, Peña. We've got a guest."

Frowning his forehead, he took off his glasses and asked: "DEA is bringing people from Miami again?"

"No, NYC. Y/LN is a huge name there, made a bunch of arrests, big ones, actually. Drug Lords... Does it ring a bell to you? The rumor is that Y/LN is going to help us end Escobar... Someone said that, with Y/LN in the house, we've got a better shot."

Javier snorted and said: "Let's see if this cabrón is actually good or not."

"Javi..." - Steve started.

"Spill, Murphy."

"Nevermind, Peña. Come on, all the others are waiting in the conference room already."

Steve knew better than to say, from the beginning, that Y/LN was, in fact, a woman. And she was exactly his type: the one who will not get involved with him nor their teammates, sex and work do not meet. Her fame was really well known in NYC and went to Colombia with Y/LN... And, hot as hell.

They walked to the conference room, with all the other DEA agents waiting for her.

"Who does this pendejo think that he is, making us wait? Where's this motherfucker?" - Javier thought.

A few minutes later, Javier observed that his colleagues were looking for their seats when a beautiful woman walked in. Although he didn't quite understand, he copied their moves.

Wearing a white button down shirt, a black tight skirt knees high, heels and her hair loose, she started her speech:

"Buenos dias, amigos." - her accent was crystal clear latin, just like his. Her red lips showed her pretty smile. - "I'm guessing that you're all asking yourselves why they sent me here. The answer is quite simple, actually: you didn't catch the motherfucker. I came here to make it faster and more effective. Don't expect me to sit behind my desk and read reports, I'm a field agent just like all of you. I don't like nor want secrets to be kept from me. Oh, by the way, I'm Y/N, but I'd rather be Y/LN. I came from NYC invited by the DEA and the Embassy. Got any questions?"

They looked at each other, in silence.

"Let's cut to the chase, then."

"Holyfuck..." - was the only thing going on Javier's mind.

Steve held it up, because he knew exactly what Javi was thinking.

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"Let's go, Peña. We're all going to drink with our new boss. Stop being such an ass and hurry up. Word on the streets that she loves a good whiskey, just like you." - he teased.

Javier rolled his eyes, he knew he had to go, he had no other choice. He hated this mandatory get togethers... At least, he got a new card on his set: his gorgeous new boss.

Arriving at the bar next to their office, people went to their own groups. Once more, he looked at her, from a safe distance, admiring her.

Javier Peña wasn't a greedy man, he'd love to take his time, go with the flow. He was pretty confident that his boss was aware of his... Kind, per say, and he was counting on it.

He ordered 2 whiskies, neat.

Walking up to Y/LN, Murphy and Connie, with 2 whiskies in hand, he said:

"Bienvenida, jefe. Here, a welcome drink. Hope you enjoy it, I heard it's your favorite."

"Javier Peña..." - his name felt like music in her voice. - "Is that really your name, or do you use another one with your girls?" - She, Connie and Steve laugh their asses off. - "Sorry... I mean, informants." - She took the drink from his hand. - "Gracias, Peña. Salut!" - she had a sip.

Javier couldn't believe it.

"Nice taste, Peña... I mean, the drink, of course." - she looked at Connie and Steve, who shared a hug. - "To friendship as well, Connie, honey, you're so sweet... And Steve, you're not as bad. Can't say the same about where you get your inside info. What brings you here, to us?"

He stared at Steve, really pissed off. He was positive that joke had his signature.

Pretending not to hear half the things his boss said, he responded:

"About Connie, I agree. I still can't believe Murphy got married to such a nice gal." - Javier smiled. - "I just wanted to welcome you and wish you luck, jefe."

"I don't believe in luck, Agent Peña. I believe in facts... But thank you, you seem to mean well. If you all excuse me..." - and Y/N left to the restroom, leaving the empty glass on the way.

Javier was LIVID. That bitch... He never wanted to get Escobar so badly.

"Did I do something to her?" - Javier asked the couple.

Steve and Connie shared a look and a laugh. There was absolutely no reason for Javier's reaction towards Y/N.

"Javier Jesus Peña, have you ever been rejected?" - Connie asked. - "You haven't, have you?"

"That's not the point..."

"Congrats, Javi... She's your first." - Steve completed. - "And to make it even funnier, she's not going anywhere."

Javi didn't say anything more. He just looked around, trying to see if he could avoid going home alone.

*

As rare as it may seem, Javier chose to come home by himself. Connie and Steve had way too many drinks and, as a good friend, he helped his neighbors to arrive safely.

But, it meant that he was alone with his thoughts, and insisted on going back to Y/LN. To think about the way she talks, moves, dresses... So smart, so gorgeous, so sexy... But so far away, at the same time she was so close, just right next door.

"What the fuck is her problem with me?" - Javier whispered to him. He poured more whiskey to drink, as he remembered her red lips and wished... - "I can't think about her like that!"

He finished the drink in one big sip and lit a cigarette, trying, in vain, not to be with his dick hard.

But his brain had other plans... His brain, almost as a betrayal, kept recalling him about Y/N. He tried to go take a cold shower, but, again, in vain.

As he stood under cold water, his dick was still very much hard.

As he cursed himself and his stupid dick who couldn't see a pretty girl, his hand went to satisfy his needs.

His need for you.

He gave in to his darkest secrets and came on his fist, calling you.

*

Y/N's POV - 1st Person

As I walked home, I could only think about how stupid I was.

Why did I did such a thing?

"It was for the best, anyway..." - I said to myself, as I took off my clothes and sank into my tub. - "Hard, but smart. Play safe. Out of sight, out of mind..." - I continued to lie to myself.

As my hands spread the soap through my body, my mind kept bringing him back to me... His beige suit, his stupid cocky smile, his big hands...

"Oh, fuck... Why do I like Peña so much? Oh, yeah, he's handsome, smart, latin and oh, yeah, reminds me of my stupid cheating ex who loved a prostitute..." - I kept talking to myself, bitter.

"If i don't blow off some of this, I'm going nuts. So, let's do it."

And my hands touched myself until I came really hard to my new fantasy: ride Javier Peña as he called me "su jefe".

Next

[queeniecook]

October 21

Este is four months old today! It's hard to believe, she's grown so much. Turns out she has red hair like myself and Mom. Caleb now has two redheads on his hands, good luck to him.

Aubree had her twins, yes twins - total surprise - on September 7th. I love their names too - Edgar Allan and Emily. Poor Aubree and August have been a bit overwhelmed with two babies. I wished we lived closer to them so we could help out more. I plan to pay them a visit soon since I haven't even gotten to meet the twins yet.

Caleb and I also had our first wedding anniversary on September 20th. We decided to celebrate at home with our daughter and furbabies. 

My sweet Josie. She hung on longer than I thought she might. She was there for Este holding up her head for the first time, right beside her in fact.

Thankfully Josie passed peacefully in her sleep, curled up with Lucky.

It never gets easier. Josie was with me for a long time. I found her under a bush in the park in Brindleton Bay. I'm still not even sure what to say to put into words what she meant to me and still means to me. Even with my house full with my daughter, husband and dog - I still feel the loss of her presence so fully. There's times when, just for a split second, the urge to go check on her is there - then I realize she's gone. I'm trying my best to focus on the good.

My little Starfish. I wonder who she'll be one day. I wonder if she'll look more like Caleb or I as she gets older. I wonder if she'll be human, mermaid or vampire. There's so much possibility with her.

I know one thing though, she may be taking after me a bit in my attitude. I was a bit…moody as a child and teenager. Sometimes she enjoys tummy time, others she looks downright miffed about it.

Caleb joined me in one of his rare occasions where he eats human food tonight. Este was down for a nap. Lucky was sleeping by the crib. Lucky has been pretty attached to Este, specially since Josie passed. It's sweet but I do worry about Lucky. She no longer has a companion to play with. Caleb has suggested getting a puppy or kitten for her to mother. It's a bit hard for me to think of having another cat again though I've always had cats in my life since I was born, outside of my time at college.

"You mentioned possibly having a costume party for Spooky Day, do you still wish to arrange that?" Caleb asked me, changing the subject when he saw I was getting sad. 

"I guess it wouldn't hurt. Este could get to know some of her family and our friends a bit more that way..." I trailed off, picking at me food a little. I didn't feel very hungry. I was missing my Josie but I have to keep going. She wouldn't want me to be sad, she'd want me to focus on my little girl and move forward. 

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

Talk to me about Rangiku's relationship with Isshin. How did she feel knowing he was alive all this time?

SEND MY MUSE CURIOUS ANONS!! | Accepting

This is such a plot hole, canonly, yes, Toshiro and Rangiku are supposed to know and accept that Isshin was alive, but the extent of his actions is unknown…blah blah blah. Yeah, no, don’t accept that. It’s also strange that his vice-captain and third seat are supposed to know he’s alive but like the rest of Gotei? Central 46? They’re all just cool with a captain disappearing, giving up his powers and then shacking up with a Quincy, fathering some kids and then that WHAT’S THIS – THAT KID IS THE SAVIOR OF THEIR UNIVERSE???????? NO WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

Please.

Kubo, baby, sweetie, no. Just no. You’re wrong. Sure, it’s “your” story but you’re still wrong. Okay.

I’m sure you could use some Aizen magic to like to make it make sense but what?

I do not canonly accept that Rangiku knew about Isshin living peacefully (for a few years) in the World of the Living. I headcanon that she did not know, his status was something of missing or killed in action, the assumption would always be that he wasn’t alive.

Still, I have many thoughts/headcanons on Isshin and Rangiku’s relationship.

First, Isshin to Rangiku was definitely like a big brother more so than a father-figure. He was still supportive of her and wanting her to be better, do better, but in the way an older sibling would be inspiring to a younger sibling.

He was the one that promoted her to vice-captain. He saw more in her than she saw in herself when it came to her abilities and strength.

And while they butted heads because of the similarities between them and how neither of them wanting to work, they each had a deep respect for one another.

THIS IS WHY IT IS UTTER NONSENSE THAT SHE’D JUST ACCEPT HIM RUNNING OFF AND NEVER SAYING A WORD FOR LIKE 25 YEARS.

Rangiku doesn’t do well with abandonment. She chased after Gin when he was about to up and leave her to go to the academy, she was about to chase after Isshin once before Toshiro stopped her. She doesn’t just let people go – not the important ones. She wouldn’t take someone she trusted, relied on to just leave her, leave them and to say nothing. And then to just be “Lol no totally get it” when you do run into them again after years,  that’s gonna be a no from me dawg.

Rangiku is very much deeply hurt by Isshin’s disappearance/assumed death, however, she doesn’t have time to grieve (she LITERALLY NEVER DOES) because she has to fill the void in the division. She has to accept responsibilities, keep the place functioning until Toshiro can assume the mantle of the Tenth. So, she stays angry with Isshin for a while, internally, she’s furious for him pulling something like this, but over time it does gradually wane and she accepts whatever fate has befallen him. Still, once she does realize that he is in fact alive, lived a life, had kids, gone through his own loss, she can’t be mad at him. He lost one family in order to have another, and still that one was shattered by loss.

And just like how he was a big brother to her once before, he becomes that way again since if someone knows loss like she’s faced, he does.