#also both of them in light hair is such a blessing like they look amazing in dark hair too but. this!!!!!

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221216 / fortfts: 🥺💕

[all444miles]

can you do miles with and earthy black girl! Like I can see him wanting her nose rings, and accessories but don’t get me started on how he SIMPS for her waist beads. He loves seeing her at school with her hair wrap and locs and her lavender and coco sent, she’s a calm person to!

thank you so much for your AMAZING work God bless❤️❤️❤️❤️

— DOWN TO EARTH

— pairing: both miles' x black!earthy!fem!reader — genre: fluff — summary: what its like for both miles' to date an earthy girl ‹3 — a/n: quick note, the reader calls 1610 miles "bambi" as a nickname becuase he reminds her of a baby deer ‹3 (credits to my pookie for that !!) — a/n 2: I didn't know which miles you meant, so i just did both 😭 also pretend that brooklyn visions academy doesnt have a uniform.. i was tired writing this so im rlly rlly RLLLY sorry if this is bad but, i hope you like this, and enjoy !! ‹3

E-42 MILES

Miles loves being in your room. the smell of burning coconut incense, the look of your fairy lights, the small plants, it felt so chill, so peaceful. he liked that.

he always knows which incense you've used, and will pick up if you've changed them. He'll buy you some if you need any more.

"You got rid of the coconut incense? Mami, that one was my favorite." "Baby, I only have one pack left." "Oh? Aight, i'll buy you some tomorrow."

he'll never tell you, but if he misses you, he'll listen to your favorite songs that you'd always hum to yourself when you two are alone.

does he like Erykah Badu? Yes, yes he does. he'll listen to Green Eyes on his missions with his uncle whenever he gets the chance.

his uncle caught him once; one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

"Kid, you listenin' Erykah Badu? Ian know you into allat." "Yo chill, it's only cuz my girl like her." "Mhm. You sure you my nephew or am I trippin?" "Tio, let's just roll."

he's loves to cuddle with you, especially cause you always smell like lavender. he won't let you go either.

"Miles, I gotta get some food." "Nuh, in a minute." "Hun, you done said that 2 minutes ago." "Exactly, in a minute. I like being here."

absolutely in love with your waist beads. he loves the jewllery you were (you both have matching necklaces), but your waist beads? goes absolutely crazy whenever you wearing a crop top and you have them on.

one time you two were at a beach and you wore them with your bikini, he might as well have fell in love with you all over again. bro has his hands on your waist the whoooleee time.

"Princesa, never take off your waist beads." "Why? You like 'em?" "¿Gustarme? Chica, Dios mío, estoy enamorada de ellos." (Like them? Girl, my god, i'm in love with them.) "Miles!" "What? I'm just appreciating my queen n her style, ion see no problem."

E-1610 MILES

Miles is obsessed, like, obsessed, with your style.

if you two live close, he'll style your locs and do your head wrap for you before school.

if not, he'll come to school excited to see your ootd. that is, as if you don't send them to him everyday before school.

"You look gorgeous in your outfit, amor." "Thank you Miles. You do know i already showed you it before school, right?" "So? It's always better to see my wife's outfits in person." "Bambi, you so corny."

he draws you, all the time. look through his sketchbook and you'll find drawings of his friends from the spider society, his uncle, and thousands of you.

Instead of doing what his twin does, when he misses you, he'll draw you. He misses you a lot.

"Baby, can I see your sketchbook?" "..Uhm, yeah! Sure." "You draw me? Awwe, that's so cute."

he loves how calm you are, he actually thinks of you as an angel the way you're so peaceful.

he thinks your nose rings are so gorgeous. if you let him pick which nose ring, he'll be so honored.

adores the fact you smell like lavender. he'll always lay his head into the crook of your neck because he loves your scent sm.

like his counterpart, he's so fascinated to your waist beads. like, he just thinks you look so beautiful with em. One time, you put his hands on your waist, he honestly didn't know what to do with himself.

"Mami, did you know I love your waist beads?" "Yes, bambi, i know." "Nah, but I loooovvveeeee them!" "Baby, i know!" "Like, I looooooooooooovvvvvvvveeeeee them!" "Love, please."

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[appleblueberry-pie]

Vampire Geto Suguru

A/N: Ok so this entire writing makes zero sense because it sounds like i'm making this a short story, but I realized like halfway through that there is no way for me to finish this unless it becomes a short story and I felt every single patient bone in my body disappear at the realization. So...it's gonna sound unfinished. But if you ask questions about Vampire Suguru x Half-Vampire Reader, I will answer questions. I want to answer all possible questions that can't be answered in this 'supposed-to-be-a-short-story.' Cuz it has amazing potential that my hands can't fulfill.

Suguru almost has everything he's ever wanted. Power. Local fame. And control over the city he could call his. His followers, devotees, were nothing but scum on the bottom of his shoe that he could scrape off anytime he wanted. In the heart of Tokyo, he owns a corporate building meant to attract wealthy families in hopes of healing them of their pains and sins. Almost like what a place of worship would be.

Near-wealthy men and women sit in the largest room the floor below the top floor, meant to sit there in honor of Geto blessing their eyes with his presence. He is all they need and nothing more. He often convinces the people who make an appointment with him that it's the same thing for them, as well. But he's good at manipulating.

Filthy rich men and women, sometimes entire families, come crawling to him to fix family problems, their perverted minds, their souls, their bodies, in hopes they'd be pure at the end of the night. Instead, they become his next meal. Peasant human blood tastes a little too rotten for his liking. So, he sticks to the next best thing. The poor should be thanking him for taking the load for them.

The only problem was that nowhere in Japan was there vampires. At least, not anyone past his bloodline. But he already erased them entirely. Human women reek of selfish desires, tainted iron in their blood, and sex. It's so clear what they want and he can never get past the smell. So, as far as the seas go, he's never seen someone he could busy his mind with for the next couple thousand of years. If not, eternity. But who knows how long his patience will last until then...?

His nose was guiding him somewhere, currently.

His feet following the invisible trail of the scent. The smell he's only picked up back when his bloodline was still alive. When they were in their prime. When they were farthest from their human counterparts. There's no way he could find what he's thinking of, right?

His nose led him into a small grocery store. Somewhere around the alleyways and crooked backstreets in between the tall buildings in Tokyo at 2 in the morning. Only his kind would be out at this time of night.

He walks in, the fluorescent light accentuating his pale skin and muscular figure. His black hair and clothing makes him stick out in the midst of the colorful food choices surrounding him. And in between the different smells of fresh ripe fruit and disinfectant chemicals, he could catch the natural musk of another him.

Another him.

Another vampire.

He ignores the cashier asking if he needed help and nearly speed-walked through one of the aisles, the scent only getting stronger. He grows more determined and turns the corner only to run into a shorter girl, dressed in black like he was. You both make eye contact.

You two share a very silent and quick understanding of who was in front of who. And who was what.

"Excuse me," You mutter.

You attempt to side-step him and ignore him like nothing ever happened, and he mirrors your movement, effectively blocking you.

You look back up at him, your eyes more piercing than the first time you made eye contact. He could see the color difference the moment you moved to look up at him. Now that he was close enough, he could also smell your irritation. You're not dead.....you're half-human. No wonder.

He clenches his jaw. He knows himself enough to understand that he wouldn't even consider letting you go, knowing he just found the first non-relative vampire in Japan since- he doesn't even know how long. Black coat, a neat white turtleneck and skirt underneath the coat. Leggings, socks, and shoes follow the black and white pattern. Original skin color being paler than usual. Somewhat of muscle definition hidden. He was scaring you. He can smell it. And your fangs are beginning to poke out. And can he hear you growling at him?

He finds himself smiling, pleased with how his night was now going. "I apologize for bumping into you. Please, allow me to pay for your-" You shoulder him hard enough to almost knock him into the stand of chips behind him. No one's showed him that amount of strength in a while. He follows close behind you, not letting the moment phase him.

You place your things on the front desk, and the cashier matches your pace, scared of the, now two, taller figures watching him do his job. Both you and Geto seemed to tower over him from across the counter, eyes unfaltering in their predatory stare. You just want to get the hell out of the store and Geto....he just doesn't like the guy. He squeaks out the total, and before you could dig in your purse fast enough to grab your wallet, Geto places his card on the counter. You don't even bother to turn around and just wait silently for the cashier to finish up. When the transaction is over, Geto moves to grab his card again and you're already halfway out the door, things in hand.

You don't look back, hoping he would finally stop pursuing you. Once you turn the corner, Geto's already there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. You let out a nasty hiss, nearly snarling at him and he raises his hands up. "I know. I'm not here to hurt you. I just...wanted to introduce myself." "I don't need your introduction. I know pretty clearly who you are. And what you are. Leave me the hell alone."

Geto's face dropped slightly when you tried to brush him off again and turned the other way with your groceries in hand. Once again, he's reminded of centuries of loneliness and his hand is already grabbing your arm. "Wait." You grunt in annoyance and slight fear. His man was a full vampire. You moved to Japan to avoid any kind of vampires. You wanted silence in your life from all kinds of people that would be after you to court you and kill you just because you're a half-breed. And the one time you thought you could finally have silence, there's a rich and powerful man in Japan who's almost like a Monk who can solve all problems of the modern man. And he's acting as if he's one of them, but turns out to be a pure blood. You didn't care if he told you sweet words.

You didn't want to die.

"Aren't you lonely? Being the only vampire in the city? I just want a companion. Someone who's like me. I don't want to sound desperate, but you're the only vampire I've meet in Japan in ages. Is friendship too much to ask for?"

You turn around, thankful for him letting go of you. "I left my hometown to escape all of the vampires coming after me. You being here is the only issue I have in Japan. Everything else is a blessing to come across. As much as I would like to help someone in need, all I want is to be alone."

Suguru wish he cared about your past as much as he cared for his own mental sanity.

For a half-blood, you were stronger than you let on. Getting you into the, very well decorated and furnished, basement was a hassle. You gave him a few nasty scars and ruined his shirt. But once you were thrown back through the heavy doors for the 4th time, you finally settled with the realization that you can't get past this man. Your ear piercing screams and bites turned into whimpers and cries as you attempted to comfort yourself in the corner of the cold room.

He felt bad. He didn't want you to be so...scared of him. But there's no other way for you to accept him. You tired yourself out and even broke one of your nails(it was already almost fully back) trying to escape.

Suguru sighed, discarding his tattered shirt. "I'm sorry things had to be this way. I do wish we can get along a little better when the time comes. But for now, it's just going to have to be like this." He sits on his old couch and sighs when one of his servants comes in with a pouch of blood. You watch her eye your captor down before smiling at him with the blood on a serving tray. "Good evening, Master-" Her voice obviously pitched to try and please him, when it did the exact opposite. You snarl and before she can finish her sentence, you tackle her to the ground, landing on the opposite side of the room.

She screams bloody murder as your nails dig into her skin, your mouth reaching for the crevice. She's never seen another one of you. Another vampire. She thought her master was the only one in the world, the only one meant to be considered and known. But here you were, ruining her ideologies. Killing her with your selfish nature. She wishes she could hurt you back, but you were bigger, stronger, and would haunt her in her worst nightmares in ways only Suguru said he could. You were everything he said he was. And she hated it.

Not like it mattered when your teeth breached her skin, sucking her unworthy blood for all she's known for. You groan at the taste of good blood for the first time in over 100 years. You stopped drinking blood back at home when you knew it'd get you nowhere, trying to hide. But you had a reason now. You had to leave this place.

Each swallow of warm iron made you feel brand new. You felt lighter. You felt energized. You felt angry that you stopped for so long. How stupid were you to give up something so good? Your outfit started to feel too tight. You were growing back to your natural height.

Suguru got up, watching you tear into his servant. He got a whiff of your scent once more, it was more potent, almost entirely different. He almost felt ashamed being turned on by it, but this is exactly what he wanted. Someone to indulge his fantasies in. You were perfect for him.

When you finished, you detached yourself from the girl's neck and stared at the dehydrated corpse underneath you. Suguru's voice was enhanced now that your hearing is back to how it's supposed to be. "I'll have someone discard the body." You ripped off the tight shoes on your feet and stood, meeting his eyes. You were a probably a couple of inches shorter than him. Definitely taller than you used to be.

"Let me go." You watched his eyes trail to your lips covered in blood and wanted to swipe him so bad. But you knew he was still stronger than you, even at full strength. You can smell it. (You would never admit he smelled so good.) Suguru smiles at your words. "I can't, Princess."

You step closer, almost attempting to size him up. "At least let me shower. Are you gonna neglect me of that, too?" "Only if I can't have the honors of doing it myself." You scoff, shouldering him on your way to the couch. He actually rubs his shoulder in pain this time. "If I let you bathe, you have to promise me that you won't try to escape. My home can only take so much damage." Suguru realizes he likes teasing you. "I'll let you prove yourself to me this one time. I hate that human scent lingering on you."

"I'm a half-breed." "You know that's different." You sigh this time, rubbing your face.

It's gonna be a while before you find a way to escape this lunatic.

[kengan-daddies]

The Boy Next Door Baki Hanma x Motherly! Older Reader

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Taglist: @zeniiis

Anime : Baki: Son of Ogre Character : Baki Hanma Warnings : Possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, murder of a major character, mention of suicide

The Boy Next Door Baki Hanma x Motherly! Older Reader

The Boy Next Door Baki Hanma x Motherly! Older Reader

You and Baki were walking through the streets on a Friday night, it was a beautiful night and the wind was slightly chilly, so you wore a light jacket and a long skirt to stay warm but also cute. Your hair was down and loose letting the wind blow through it. You were laughing at one of Baki's jokes; he was funny, making the evening lively. People walked up and down the streets, of all ages, heights, weights, and aesthetics, some with friends others on dates, and some even alone. You were on Baki's right and he was on your left, he was holding a few bags in his hand as he walked with you, having just come back from the convenience store with you.

You looked around at all the lights and the signs, you stared at everything with a thoughtful stare. "You know, no matter how many years go by, I'll never get tired of seeing this same view." You spoke. He looked down at you in question before he looked up at all the lights and the signs. "I guess, it's just pretty common and normal to me." He said with a shrug. You smiled. "Yeah, I was the same way when I was your age, I didn't really care about it like I do now. I used to just see it as an everyday thing, same ol' same ol'. I never thought to think of it as a beautiful thing to see. I never thought to look at it like that, ya know?" You said.

His eyes shifted around the area, soaking in the scene and your words, he couldn't understand what you were saying, and you knew he didn't but you didn't mind. He watched your soft smile and eyes shine, he wanted to understand, but he just couldn't. "I know you don't understand what I'm saying, and that's okay. But one day, maybe you will, it's just a matter of time before you do, ya know... I love people, I love watching them be their most natural selves. It makes me feel not so alone anymore... It's hard to explain in a way that doesn't make me sound lonely and depressed." You said with a chuckle. He looked at you with a somber look on his face.

"I'd never judge you so negatively, I see you as my role model you're everything I want to be and so much more. You're so amazing, caring, loving, and selfless... That's who I strive to be... I want to be just as open-minded as you are, I want to be just like that... But it's hard." He explained as he stared ahead of himself. You listened to his words, the look on his face was distant, like he was seeing another version of himself. You wrapped your arm around his making him look down at you in question. "Baki... You're amazing just the way you are... never think any less about yourself... You're young and you're still learning who you are, your outlook on life and on yourself is going to change, and you'll become the best version of yourself if you strive for it... Just never be afraid of change and never be afraid to take a leap of faith, otherwise, you'll get stuck." You spoke.

He looked down at you for a moment before he looked away and he smiled, he leaned into you, making you both sway a bit. "I'll keep that in mind, Mom... I'll make sure to strive and reach for my higher self, and I'll shine like a star." He said playfully, you chuckled as you wrapped your arm around his a little tighter. "I know you will, Baki... I know you will."

The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

Baki walked down the street, wearing his school uniform, his bag over his shoulder, and his other hand in his pocket. He was relaxed, he was pleased, he was content. He felt blessed, he had a loving mother, a warm home, constant laughter, warm meals, and movie nights. It was like a dream come true. He looked up at the sky and he smiled with a happy sigh. 'This is amazing... I never want this dream to ever end.' He happily thought as he walked along the street, he turned the corner and blended in with the crowd.

'Hmm, I wonder what we'll have for dinner tonight.' He thought as he walked among the people. The slow drifting clouds were large and fluffy, the sky a deep blue and the breeze was lovely. He closed his eyes as he soaked in the moment. 'I feel so free... So... Normal... Huh... I guess I've never actually felt normal... I never thought about it. It's strange, but I love it.' He thought. He looked ahead of himself and he blinked in surprise when he saw Kozue.

She was walking ahead of him, she seemed to be deep in thought as she walked alone, her school uniform standing out like a sore thumb. He stared at her, his stare serious as he looked at her. 'I meant what I said, Kouze... I won't let anyone get between me and my mother, no matter who you are... I just hope you can understand.' He thought.

The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

You were at home, your boss decided to be nice for a change and he he gave you the day off, and you took advantage of it to the fullest. You made Baki breakfast, fed the dog, and bid Baki farewell before he left for school. You cleaned a little, collected a few dishes from Baki's room from his late-night snacking, vacuumed the house, cleaned the kitchen, and took the dog for a walk. Now you were sitting on the couch, the dog lying on your lap as you watched TV. You were comfortable deep into your program.

A sudden knock on your door nearly made you jump, the dog jumped up and trotted to the door looking back at you expectantly, you sighed as you paused the TV, you got up and walked to the door, you looked out the spy hole and you saw a young man, his hair was short and black, the sides looked freshly shaven. You creaked the door open, enough to poke your head out, he stared at you, seemingly in shock. "Yes?... May I help you?" You asked. His eyes studied you intensely. "Wow... So you are real." He muttered. You gave him a shocked stare.

"Huh?" You asked, he shook his head and he flashed you a charming smile. "Hi, I'm looking for Baki Hanma, is he here?" He asked. You stared at him skeptically as you answered. "No, sorry, you just missed him." You said. He nodded as he looked down for a moment and he looked back at you. "Well, whenever he comes back, could you tell him I stopped by?... I need to speak with him." He said. You nodded your head as you looked over his features. "Yeah, I'll relay the message to him, can I have your name?" You asked you were slightly defensive but you couldn't help it, you've grown protective of Baki, and this young man shows up asking for your son.

He didn't seem bothered by it and he gave you an understanding smile. "Katsumi Orochi." He answered. You nodded as he stared him down with a shocked stare. "I know you." You said. His brows shot up. "You do?" He asked. Honestly, he shouldn't be surprised but he couldn't help it, you didn't look like the kind of woman who would be into martial arts. You nodded your head. "Yeah, Baki spoke about you a while back, something about... a ..." You trailed off as you opened the door wider, you stared at him intensely, his missing arm sending realizing tingles up the back of your spin up your neck and over your brain.

His hand covered the nub and you looked away, feeling awkward and ashamed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to- " You were cut off when he chuckled. "It's fine, it truly is, I'm not surprised that Baki spoke to you about Pickle, he truly was an astonishing creature." He said as he looked up from his missing limb and he smiled at you. You smiled back at him. You chuckled to yourself as you looked down at your feet, your hands rubbing over your thighs, you looked back up at him as you pushed the door open wider. "Would you like to come in?... I still have some breakfast left over from this morning... I'll have to brew some more coffee though." You said through a light chuckle.

He smiled at you in return. "I would like that." he said.

The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

Baki sat in class, a bored look on his face as he stared out the window. 'The sky still looks pretty much the same as it did this morning.' He thought as he watched the large, puffy clouds slowly drift by. He looked down some, seeing the upper half of the skyscraper buildings from over the trees. 'I wonder what Mom is doing right now?... Knowing her, she's probably sleeping, she did say that she had the day off today... maybe she's watching TV, I wonder what she's watching.' He thought as he pictured you lying in bed asleep, or sitting on the couch watching TV. He smiled softly to himself as he pictured you going about your day doing your usual things.

He chuckled lightly to himself as he looked up with a dazed stare. 'I'm pretty sure she already found my dishes from last night, hopefully, she'll forget and I won't get a lashing from her.' he thought fondly, he looked towards the front of the class and he saw the teacher teaching something to the class. 'If I could, I'd skip the whole day, and use it to get stronger... I have to get stronger... I have a real purpose now... At first, it was to beat my dad and make my 'mother' proud so that she'll love me... then it went to wanting to beat my dad to avenge my mother... Then... It went to wanting to protect Kozue and keeping her safe... and now, it's to protect my mother.'

He thought, his gaze sharpen. 'I have to stay strong enough to keep her safe, she's my world... something that I was robbed of for so long, and now I get to finally have it... A mother's love... She should've been my mother from the start, she wouldn't have blindly followed dad, chasing after him like a drug addict, she would've made me her first priority, and she would've been a real mother... unlike her.' He thought, he looked over and he saw Kozue, she slightly flinched when she noticed that he caught her looking back at him. She quickly straightened up and she began acting like she was jolting down notes. He stared at her, a blank yet thoughtful stare.

'Kozue... I don't need your love anymore... I have something more pure now... You'll get in the way... between me and Mom.' He thought as he stared at her. She seemed so small in her chair, it was almost like she could feel his stare. 'She's a great girlfriend, but she wasn't enough... I love her though... I'll always love her... So long as she stays in her lane, I won't have to get rid of her.' He thought before he looked back out the window. Kozue timidly looked over her shoulder, her slightly curious yet fearful gaze looked back at Baki, he was staring out the window, a serious gleam in his eyes yet he seemed so relaxed.

'Baki... What's gotten into you?' She thought as she looked at him in worry.

The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

Katsumi sat on the couch next to you, and the Dog sat in between you both, you were slightly facing one another as you drank down the rest of your coffee. You placed your cup down and you looked over at him. "So, what brings you down here this morning?" You asked him, he swallowed his own gulp and he sighed. "I wanted to speak to him about Pickles." He said. You stared at him with a questioning stare. "Pickles? The caveman, why?" You asked him. He looked down at his cup, seeing his reflection in the light brown liquid. "Pickles disappeared from his confinement, I don't think he's dangerous, but I just want Baki to be aware." He explained.

You looked at him with a pensive gaze before you looked off with a worried stare. "So... Is Baki in danger?" You asked him as you timidly looked back over at him. He shook his head. "No, not at all, in fact, it could be the opposite actually." He said. You tilted your head. "The 'opposite'?" You asked. He nodded his head. "That's right, I feel that Pickles wants to keep up with Baki, almost to keep him safe in a way actually." He explained. You shook your head slightly in confusion. "That's sweet and all, but why?" You asked. "I mean, it doesn't make sense, you know." You added. He looked over at you. "I know, but once you get involved with Baki, nothing makes sense anymore." He said. You looked at him with a concerned yet curious stare before you sighed and picked up your cup,

"I love Baki like my own son... and if loving him means going down this winding path, then so be it." You said in a determined voice, your gaze held him and he gave you a smile. "You're a great mother, Baki sure knows how to pick 'em." He said with a slight chuckle. You gave a small chuckle at his words and you took a sip from your drink, he mimicked you in action and he took a sip too.

The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

Baki sat on the school roof, his bento half eaten, his gaze on the sky as he chewed his mouth full. 'What'll me and Mom cook for dinner today?' He wondered. He sat there in silence a while longer before he opened his mouth and ate another mouthful. 'Mmmm, damn she's one good cook.' He complimented as he delightfully chewed his mouthful. The sound of the door opening caught his attention, and he lazily looked over his eyes shining in recognition when he saw Kozue. She stared at him with her usual pensive stare when she was suspicious of him.

"Hey, Kozue." He greeted. She sighed as she stared him down a little longer before she walked over towards him, he watched her approach him slowly before she stopped before him. He gave her a lazy smile. "Sup, Kozue. What brings you up here?" He asked her. She stared at him, her eyes observing everything around him, the half-eaten bento, his relaxed poster, his unreadable yet distant eyes... "What's gotten into you, Baki?" She asked him. He blinked in confusion as he tilted his head. "What kind of question is that?" He asked her. Her hands tightened into fists.

"You know what I mean, your Mom... You haven't been the same since you moved in with her." She said her voice sounding defensive. His eyes seemed to slightly darken, and her eyes widened at the gaze. 'That's the look... That's the look he gave me... The last time I was with him... Why?' She thought as fear gripped her throat. "Kozue... Are you trying to tell me... that my Mother... Is a bad influence?" He questioned, his voice dangerously calm, his face emotionless as his eyes shined dangerously. Her breath hitched as she stared at him in fear, she held his gaze trying to hide her fears but the longer she stared at him the more she began to slightly break. "No, Baki... I-. I'm just worried is all." She said desperately.

He stood up from his spot, his gaze locked onto her as he looked down at her. "So, are you saying... That you want us to separate... Are you trying to get in between me and my Mother?" He asked. She slowly shook her head in disbelief before she shook her head an answer. "No, Baki... I'm not trying to do any of that!! I'm just trying to understand why you're acting like this." She said, her voice rising slightly as she crossed her arms. He stepped towards her making her step back. "Acting like what, Kozue?... I've been the same as ever." He said. She shook her head. "NO!! You're not, you're not acting like yourself at all... E-ever since you moved in with Y/N-" She was cut off by him.

"Miss (L/N)" He corrected her. She looked off in annoyance before she looked back at him. "WHATEVER!! YOU'RE NOT YOURSELF, BAKI!! LOOK AT YOU!!" She shouted. "I am myself, it's just not a version of myself you've ever seen before." He calmly explained. She scoffed. "RIGHT!! LIKE YOU TOTALLY DIDN'T THREATEN ME!!" She shouted as she stared at him with an accusing stare. "And I'll do it again." He said, the seriousness in his voice made her stare at him in shock and disbelief. "... Do you hear yourself right now?" She asked with a scoff. He nodded his head. She shook hers. "I don't think you do... Baki, you speak about her like she's actually your mother... She's just some woman who took you in because she felt sorry for you." She said, anger and annoyance clouding her judgment.

"She took me in because she loved me." He defended. "NO!! She took you in, because she was a lonely, single woman who wanted children, but was too pitiful to go out and actually find a man to give her one." She said, anger in her voice her eyes glossy. He stared at her for a moment, his eyes darkened and his face became deadly. He stepped towards her quickly, his hands gripping her upper arms tightly making her wince in pain. He brought his face close to hers, their noses almost touching. "Baki... You're hurting me." She whined.

"Shut up." He muttered angrily as he lightly shook her, his grip tightening. "Don't you ever, and I mean ever, speak of her like that ever again... She knows me, better than you'll ever know me... She accepts me in ways, that you'll never be able to... She actually tries to understand me and actually supports me, something you never did... I owe her my life... I deserve happiness, I deserve a loving mother, a warm home, a cooked meal... I earned it, and I'm not going to let anyone get in between us." He spoke dangerously low. She whined and winced in pain as he shook her throughout his speech. "You're crazy... Let me go." She spoke in desperation as she struggled against his hold, but he just held on tighter.

His eyes lit in understanding. "I see now... You're trying to get in between us... You're trying to separate us... My own girlfriend." He spoke in disbelief. She looked at him in shocked confusion. "What are you talking about? I'm not trying to-" She was cut off when he suddenly began to walk with her. "I won't let anyone get in between us, never." "Baki?" "I won't let you or anyone get in the way of our happiness." "Baki, what are you doing?" "I'll get rid of anyone and anything that'll ever try and get in between us." "BAKI, STOP!!" "I won't let anyone ever separate us ever again." "Baki? Baki!? BAKI WAIT, DON'T DO IT, STOP!! STOP!! STO-!!"

Her screams went ignored by deaf ears as he carried her over the small concrete wall that acted as a border to keep people from falling over. His grip tightened and with a twist of his spin, he threw her over the side of the building. Watching her panicked and scared face slowly become smaller and smaller before it became numb with death.

The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

You and Katsumi laughed as you opened the door to the apartment, he stepped out with a pleased smile while you leaned against the frame. "Thanks for the Coffee and breakfast (L/N)." He said, you fanned him off. "Call me (Y/N), we're pretty much friends now." You said. He gave a soft chuckle at your words. "Then you can call me Katsumi." He said. You smiled in response. "Way ahead of ya." You playfully said his brows shot up as he nodded in agreement. He looked off and his smile grew familiar yet he seemed slightly surprised. "Baki? What're you doing home so early, man?" He asked, you snatched your head and you saw Baki, his bag over his shoulder as he stared at Katsumi in confusion.

"Baki, why aren't you in school?" You asked him. He shrugged his shoulders carelessly. "There was a major accident at school, they think it's a casual case of suicide." He said. Both you and Katsumi looked shocked at that. "WHAT!?" "Damn." You both spoke, you more shocked while Katsumi was more calm. "What happened?" You asked him. He shrugged. "Not sure, some girl took a swan dive off the roof and she ended her life." He said. "Wow, that's some heavy stuff." Katsumi said. You nodded your head. "Yeah, I can't imagine how sad her parents would be." You said. Katsumi nodded in agreement. Baki walked closer to you both a questioning gaze on his face.

"So what's up, Katsumi?... Not hittin' on my Mom... are you?" He asked, his head tilting some in a challenge. Katsumi chuckled as he waved him off. "No, nothing like that, I'm here to speak with you." He said with a chuckle. 'What's up with that aura?... It's so sinister.' Katsumi thought as he observed Baki, his smile hiding his thoughts. You nodded your head. "Yeah, he came early this morning, but he just missed you, so we got to know each other, while we waited for you, Baki." You explained. He nodded his head in understanding, the sinister aura dissipating slightly. "Why didn't you just leave once you realized I wasn't home?" He asked. "Simple, because I'm a gentleman, your mother invited me in to have breakfast and coffee with her, and who am I to turn down such a beautiful woman?" He said in a smooth voice as he looked over at you. You rolled your eyes playfully as you fanned him off.

"Oh stop it." You said a playful smile on your face. He chuckled playfully. "I'm serious, not every day I meet a MILF." He said. You looked at him with an unamused stare yet your smile remained, your hand on your hip. "You make me sound old." You said. He shrugged his shoulders. "Hell, old enough to be my mother." He said. you gasped as you grabbed your 'offended' heart. "The audacity." You gasped. Your voices sounded muffled as you both playfully argued over your age. Baki stared at Katsumi intensely, his gaze deadly as he stared him down.

[luvangelbreak]

you should do a dad matt one !! 💘

First time

matthew sturniolo x layla sturniolo (female!oc) summary: matt and layla have been married for 2 years and their daughter's first day at school is harder than expected. warnings: purely fluff word count: 2k a/n: tysm for this request!! i am yet to write pure fluff so I'm very excited abt this <3

not proofread!

From the moment Matt found out Layla was pregnant, he was overjoyed with the blessing of having a child. When he found out they were having a girl, it made him only love her more. Since the day she was born, he has been nothing short of an amazing father. He gave her everything she wanted, no matter the price or time. Layla had become the bad cop, quickly realising her husband would fold at the slight pout of their daughter, let alone a cry emitting from her mouth.

Holly was a daddy's girl through and through and Matt loved everything about it. He loved it when he painted her nails a pretty purple or when she wanted to steal mommy's makeup and put it on his face messily. He flaunted his daughter everywhere he went, proud of everything she was and who she would become well before she even started having a personality.

When the first day of school rolled around, Matt was an emotional wreck and so was Holly, Layla having to keep the house together as well as everyone's emotions.

"Babe, can you please do her hair? We need to leave in 25 minutes and I'm making her lunch!" Layla called from the kitchen as Matt slid Holly's white dress over her small shoulders.

"Let me finish getting her dressed!" he called back, his daughter giggling to herself making him look down at her, "What are you laughing at missy?"

"Nothin'" Holly mumbled as she held her hands over her mouth while she giggled, a habit she picked up from her mother. Matt shook his head, spinning her around as he knelt down on one knee to do the button up on the back of her dress.

"Alright Hol," he said standing up and walking to her drawers, pulling out two pairs of socks and holding them up, "White socks and pink shoes or pink socks and white shoes?"

"Hmmm," his daughter hummed, tapping her tiny finger on her chin dramatically, "Pink shoes!"

"White socks and pink shoes coming right!" he announced making her giggle once again as he threw the light pink socks back in her drawers before closing it. He picked up her little bright pink pick flats before walking back over to her, kneeling back down on the floor.

Holly placed her hand on his shoulder, steadying herself as she lifted her left foot up so Matt could slide the sock onto her foot. In a swift motion, he slid the sock on and then the shoe before tapping the top of her other foot. She repeated her actions of holding onto her dad's shoulders as he slid the other sock and shoe on before he tapped the tops of both of her feet. That was her cue to jump up and down to test if her feet felt good in the shoes and when she nodded, Matt nodded back.

He picked her up, despite being much bigger now and a lot more fidgety. He walked to the bathroom, sitting her down on the bench as she crossed her legs and look at him in the mirror.

"How do you want your hair, bunny?" the nickname sticking since she was 2 and loved to hop around like a bunny, still continuing to do so to this day 3 years later.

"Up!" she grinned and he nodded in approval, grabbing the small gentle brush used for her hair only. He quickly sprayed her hair with the detangling mist his wife bought since she had her mother's curls that tangled easily. After some struggling and sounds of disapproval from Holly, he managed to get all of the knots out of her hair.

"You want it all the way up or half?" he asked her, grabbing one of the many small hair ties laying on the bench.

"Half," his daughter stated and he hummed in agreement, pushing half of her hair upwards. She had the same colour hair as Matt and also thickness which was an unfortunate combination with Layla's curls. He managed to separate her hair into two halves, tying the top half up as gently as he could. He pulled the small ponytail lighter before opening one of the drawers under the bathroom sink.

"You want a bow?" he asked and he nodded rapidly making him smile as he pulled out the white bow. He clipped it into her ponytail, making sure it was secure before he looked at her in the mirror, "You look very pretty, bunny."

"So do you, Daddy," she smiled at him making his heart swell, placing a kiss on top of her head.

"Thank you, baby," he lifted her up from the bench, placing her feet on the ground before tapping her back, "Let's go see if mommy is ready."

She skipped down the hallway to the kitchen where Layla was finishing packing up their daughters lunch box.

"Well, don't you look cute!" Layla smiled at her daughter who ran up to her, hugging her side as she placed her lunchbox and water bottle in her daughter's blue backpack, "Do you wanna go put your backpack in the car, baby? We'll be in the car in a second."

"Okay!" Holly cheered happily, her infectious joy rubbing off on anyone around her but mostly her parents. Layla handed her the backpack, sliding it onto her back and Holly jogged down the hallway to the garage door, swinging it open.

"You okay, my love?" Layla asked Matt as she grabbed her handbag, making sure she had everything she needed for Matt to drop her off at work after they dropped Holly at school.

"I can't believe she's going to school already," Matt answered, a sad smile on his lips as Layla tilted her head, giving him a sweet smile that always calmed him, "She's just growing up so fast."

"So are we," she pointed out, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, "It's our 8-year anniversary this year."

"I still can't believe it took us 3 years to start dating," he shook his head, placing a quick peck on his wife's lips before he heard a fake gagging behind him.

They pulled apart to see their daughter frowning at them dramatically, "Ew."

"I thought I said we'll see you at the car, bunny," Layla raised her eyebrows and Holly's eyes widened before running back into the garage making Matt chuckle at her, "She got her bad attitude from you."

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It took 15 minutes to drive to Holly's new school and Matt pulled up, letting out a heavy breath as he hopped out of the car. He rounded the car, opening the back door and Holly practically leapt out of the car.

"Bunny, don't forget your backpack!" he called as she ran to her mom who was standing in front of the car. He shook his head, picking up her backpack from the floor before closing the door and locking the car. He approached his wife and daughter, his emotions getting the best of him as he looked down at their little girl.

"Holly, you gotta carry your backpack. Me and Daddy can't come into the classroom with you," Layla said as she smoothed out her daughter's hair.

"You're not coming with me?" Holly frowned at her parents, her mood suddenly shifting and Layla could already tell she would have to handle this since Matt would just want to take her home and homeschool her.

"No baby," Layla squatted down to be at eye level with her daughter, "Remember when we were looking around the school? The teacher said you will make lots of friends and you get to play lots of fun games."

"But you and daddy came to the class," her daughter stuck out her bottom lip, her eyes watering slightly.

"I know but remember how we said that on your first day, we would have to wait outside for you? This is where you get to be a big girl," Layla explained as she tucked Holly's dark brown hair behind her ear. Matt stood there feeling hopeless, looking down at his daughters saddened face and feeling his heartbreak a little bit.

"Holly," he called his daughter and she looked up at her dad with a big pout. He squatted down beside his wife as he held the little girl's small hand in his, "We will walk you to the classroom but once the teacher says to go inside, we have to wait for you out here. We'll be right here when your done but I promise you will have so much fun, okay?"

"You'll be here when I finish?" she asked, her voice wavering and Matt nodded.

"Of course, baby," Matt held his ground, knowing that the little devil on his shoulder telling him to just take her back home wouldn't help either of them.

"You promise?" she asked, holding her little pinky out and Mat locked the tip of his own pinky with hers before kissing his thumb, something he did every time he made a promise to her.

"I promise, bunny," he smiled at her, smothering his own sadness and his daughter sighed, hanging her head before nodding.

"Okay," she said sadly and both her parents stood up. She immediately grabbed both their hands as they started walking into the school and towards her classroom.

Once they arrived, the teacher was standing by the open door and greeted the three of them with a smile.

"Hi Holly!," the young teacher beamed and Matt immediately felt better now that he had met her teacher. He hadn't had the opportunity to meet her teacher yet since he was working the day Layla and Holly visited the school.

"Lovely to see you again," the teacher smiled at Layla and Layla kindly smiled back.

"This is my husband, Matt. Matt this is Ellie," Layla introduced the two and they both said their greetings as Holly hid behind her dad's leg.

"Are you ready to come inside, Holly?" Ellie asked the little girl who seemed very nervous, another habit she picked up from her father.

"She's a little worried about going inside without us," Layla explained and Ellie nodded, squatting down to meet Holly's eye level.

"Holly, do you like painting?" Ellie asked with a soft smile and Holly nodded shyly, "Well I have set up some painting inside for you and everyone in our class to do. Does that sound fun?"

"Yeah," Holly mumbled, pulling away from her dad nervously.

"We have a lot of colours for you to paint with. We can make something for you to give to Mommy and Daddy when you finish today!" Ellie encouraged Holly further and Holly seemed a little less nervous making Matt feel at ease.

"Baby," Matt said looking down at his daughter who was still by his side and she looked up at him, "Why don't you go inside with Ellie and paint a butterfly for Mommy?"

"Okay," Holly fiddled with her fingers, not moving from beside her parents yet.

"You want a hug?" he smiled down at her and she nodded. Matt, of course, immediately picked her up and pulled her into a tight hug. She hugged him back to the best of her ability before she leaned back.

"Have fun, bunny," Layla leaned over, giving Holly a kiss on the cheek making her giggle before Matt followed his wife's actions, placing a kiss on Holly's other cheek before placing her on the ground.

"We'll see you when you're done!" he smiled down at her as Holly grabbed Ellie's hand, waving to her parents as they walked inside the classroom.

Matt let out a heavy breath and Layla grabbed his hand, dragging him away from the classroom and back to the car. They paused in front of the car as Layla wrapped her arms around Matt's shoulders again.

"I'm proud of you," she whispered, placing a small kiss on his lips and he smiled at her, "You did a lot better than I expected."

"I feel worse than I expected," he raised his eyebrows and Layla shook her head. She placed another kiss on his lips before pulling away from him.

"Come on tough guy. I gotta get to work. You can have a meltdown in the car," she jumped in the car once Matt had unlocked it and they drove down the street, proud of their little girl for going to her first day at school.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Girl thank you so so so so so much for writing yandere!Konig because LEMME TELL YOU I did not know I needed him until I stumbled upon your blog. Reading Just Friends was like a breath of fresh air, your characterization of Konig's character was AMAZING. Seriously, I think you've ruined all other Konig pics for me lol! I loved how unhinged and scary he was but also how caring and kind he was towards Engel <3

BTW have two questions regarding Konig in Just Friends!

1. How old is he in this fic? (apologies if you already mentioned this in the fic I have a terrible memory)

2. At what point in his and Engel's relationship would he finally allow her to look at him without his hood on? What kind of experience would that be for both of them? Also, what do you imagine him to look like? (sorry I'm now realizing this is more than 2 questions)

By the way, I just read Man-Sized and wow that was a phenomenal fic, I gotta say I love love love your interpretation of Ghost's character. I feel like Ghost is a tough character to write but you really nailed him!

Thanks in advance! (I'm gonna go binge the rest of your awesome fics hehe)

Thank you so much sweetie!! You shower me with compliments and I've read your message so many times, it always puts a smile on my face 💕 As for your questions:

1. Considering that this is an AU where König is not a colonel, and because some of his mannerisms are a bit boyish, I’d say König is somewhere around 27–32 in this fic...?

2. Removing the hood completely, even in Engel's presence, is super challenging for König because the mask is not only a comfort object, it's his shield against the world. He can't bear anyone to look at him and what's been done to him, he actually thinks himself a monster (a thought planted in his mind by his father).

I'm actually getting slasher vibes from Just Friends König's relationship with his mask; I don't know if you're familiar with the lore on Michael Myers (Halloween) or Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th), but the mask means everything to all of them and so it does to König. It transforms him into a hero, a soldier, an operator, a functioning human being. Without it he's reduced to scarred, vulnerable, weak man.

So... it will take time before he would take it off and even more time for him to be comfortable with hanging around without it (if that's even possible). But Engel has learned to love his scars, so I'm sure König will eventually lower down that shield when they're alone ❤️

I’d imagine the first times happen when they’re cuddling and Engel lifts the mask to kiss him. Days and weeks pass, more cuddling ensues, and König lets the cloth stay up longer and longer when he sees she’s not repulsed. Engel kisses his scars, caresses his face, tells him that he’s handsome and that she loves him – it doesn’t transform König from an abused, bullied, broken man to someone cheerful and outgoing, but it allows him to at least ease into the fact that there’s someone in this world who doesn’t fear or hate him. He's been blessed with a woman who doesn't think he's a monster, so he is even more convinced that Engel is a heavenly being because how else would she be able to touch and love him like this...?

(3.) I actually shared some pics earlier on what I imagine König looking like, but I'm having second thoughts about it which is why I don't want to share a link to that ask. It may sound odd but it's always been really hard for me to imagine what's under that hood! People seem to have so many different headcanons on what he looks like, I think it's really cool. I have nothing, I wish I had something 🥲 His face has always been just blurred, sensored void to me, the only thing I imagine is that König has dark blonde/light brown hair (he might prefer a short military cut because he's a freak for all things army) and that he has thin lips?

And she even tells him she likes it when he’s without the hood, tells that she likes to see his face and wants to just watch him and kiss him. König will eventually lose the hood more often when he’s with her. It's not for his sake, but hers. If Engel wants to see him, who is he to deny her? It makes his heart and chest tight, but he’ll just have to live with it. Besides, Engel’s lips and touch feel better than being inside that baggy darkness all the time.

[impromptu-sketches]

Buddy Daddies, final thoughts.

I had such a fun time watching this show one episode at a time every Friday morning. I haven’t been this tuned in to an anime in a long time but I was so excited about this one from the beginning!

It’s so weird thinking back to everyone saying “it’s like Spy x Family with two guys” because that became inaccurate so fast haha we really thought it was going to be a light-hearted comedy... they really got us.

I loved the Wednesday previews, the music (especially the lofi remix!), the instagram posts, the notes, and whoever started the bingo, bless you! ♡

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Overall Buddy Daddies was a rollercoaster (not ferris wheel thank goodness)! I really could not guess where it was going from episode to episode, it could have gone in a million different directions, but I am so happy that this is the story we got.

The way Miri burst into everyone’s hearts from episode one ♡ and for a four/five year old, was shown to be such a great kid who wants to be accepted, wants to make friends, who sticks up for others, and who tells people when they’re doing something wrong.

Rei starting out as a stereotypical quiet mysterious dark haired character but becoming SO MUCH MORE. Sure it took him a minute but he was the one who FOUGHT for their family the most - he became the GLUE. We all thought it was going to be Kazuki, but it was Rei. He said ‘I want to be a family’ and then they DID.

Kazuki on the other hand, the overprotective mama hen, he created their family. He CHOSE Rei, chose to move in, chose to take care of him, to buy him a couch, cook for him, and stay with him. He took one look at Miri, smiled and chose to run after her - he didn’t have to do that during their mission. He chose to risk the mission to save her, to call himself her papa, to take her home. This means so much more knowing he’s an orphan who never had a family - he went and created one.

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About the queerness specifically ~

From what I saw -from the show- if I knew nothing about it and just hit play and watched all the way through...

Rei seemed ace/aro to me. He’s not shown to have any romantic or sexual relationships past, present, or time skip. This guy grew up with ZERO affection so it’s either he doesn’t know how, can’t, or isn’t interested. But there’s no attempt or interest, so aro/ace it is! Even with Kazuki, we see him accepting help, them clearly forming a bond to be living together for three+ years and be partners doing dangerous work together - that requires a lot of trust and we finally see that trust and teamwork in episode 12 - but it’s unspoken between them. They’re not affectionate with each other, not physically close, etc. (that we see anyway).

Kazuki definitely seems bi or pan. He’s obviously into women, but he also does this thing where he’s kind of flirty with guys in a joking way? (see images below) To me that’s nervous bisexual energy. That’s just the overall vibe I get from him too. Also that look he had on his face when he first saw Rei... suspicious.

Would I have liked it if they showed each other more affection? Yes! Especially in the later episodes. If their relationship was canon? Hell yes! Because I like BL and I think it would’ve been cute and also made sense and added to their character development. 

There’s ~plenty~ of room to read into queerness in this show... I actually think it would be an even better story if they were in a relationship for a few reasons.

For Rei, finally being free to be his true self, being with someone for love and not for the family bloodline, to accept love and affection. And Kazuki, forgiving himself, letting himself be happy again, finding love again. I think that’s an amazing story for the both of them!

But they didn’t make it that way. This show isn’t (technically) a BL and that’s okay. They still both found happiness and family - and that’s what’s most important.

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Buddy Daddies was FUN and that could have been it but it was deeper than that, watching all of them grow and change together. The ending made me cry tears of joy and relief that they’re all happy and safe.

I have a few tiny things I didn’t like or would have changed, but they’re so minor looking back at the show as a whole.

I do wish they spread out the story, either with more episodes, longer episodes, or both. I wanted to see more small moments, more fluff, more day-to-day family activities, more Rei & Kazuki being friends and having regular conversations, and more assassin scenes with them working together like in the beginning of ep. 1 and in ep. 12. We mostly saw them mess up their work... I wanted to see more action!!

But the show did SO MUCH more than expected with this story. 

The ending episode was AMAZING!! We got to see them fight together for themselves and their family, we saw them being there for Miri, and the time skip!!!! I CRIED EVERY TIME I WATCHED THE TIME SKIP SCENE!!! Miri growing up to be a lovely happy healthy girl. Rei & Kazuki owning a diner at the beach. A simple life full of love and acceptance.

From episode 1, did I think Buddy Daddies would make me cry? NO

Did I think I would post this much about this show? NO I wasn’t planning on posting about it at all!

But here we are crying and spending all day/night on tumblr sharing our thoughts, reading the thoughts of others. It’s been a blast!

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*Update ~

I wrote all that ^ the weekend after ep. 12 came out and now it’s almost a month later.

I’m so happy to see everyone still posting about them ♡♡♡

Lily is still posting drawings - we’ve gotten so many great ones, official images from the DVDs are coming out, and I’ve seen so much fanart and fanfiction going around! Amazing!! Thank you to all of the creators out there!!

Shoutout to some fanarts on twitter I’m loving!

@KMRbd5118 ^

@tamsekai​ | twitter

@toroandpoko11

@NasuNattou

@dailykazurei

@incorrectbudds

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[langefisharcade]

Snippet

Butcher smiled at the exhibit. Her long light brown curly hair flows behind her black skull mask wrapped together with spider silk with yellow lenses that leaves the back of her hair flowing. The mask obscures her bluish green eyes. The yellow lenses of her mask are durable, high-end swim goggles tinted to help filter out bright lights, with lenses from an old pair of her glasses sealed inside with silicon. The mask design features dull yellow lenses and sections of armor designed to imitate a bug’s mandibles. She wears a black-and-grey spider silk bodysuit with armor panels made out of insect shells, human bones and exoskeletons augmented with more spider silk. Each had "layers" resembling a pillbug. She wore spider silk crafted gloves with clawed fingertips which inched towards her utility belt. Her tools of choice lay in each patch alongside her material for her more… obscure power.

She knew in her very soul what each item was and what they were for. The data her mind compiled allowed her to identify each item worth her time. She activates the firefly lights to highlight to the Teeth each item she requires along with activating the invisible security. 

She inched her flashlight to the side of the wall. Within minutes, her true power activates within the flashlight. Layers of lights in the form of webs flash into life before the Cape. The rest of the Teeth stare in amazement. She nods and they put her training to work.

She smiled. Within seconds she instinctively danced through each layer like nothing. Unlike the rest of her gang, Butcher somehow obtained the experience to do that before she “trained them.” She gleefully notes, “Nothing like a task of poisonous spider webs to prepare oneself.” 

While she never did understand how she knew the training method. She gleefully enjoyed how effective it was. 

Flashback

“Just imagine the security lights as these poisonous webs.” The amnesiac pointed out to the group. The webs congested brutally in the path of the Teeth. On each web is a specialized venomous spider with orders to bite if the web is touched. Vex stared at her, “Seriously?””

“Yep. I want each of you to practice till no one is bit. Understand!” The leader of the Teeth ordered.

End Flashback

She looked at the glass. It was supposed to be a jackal-headed golden divine mask made of unknown material that temporarily released a flash of light after being put on, and it was the size of an average adult human skull with pointed ears, a half-discovered nose in the lower part, and a mustache from the level of the nose up down to the level of underbrush on either part, however, the part that covered the wearer's lips, underbrush, cheeks and ears was completely uncovered. It also possessed eyeholes with lines above them that resembled eyebrows, and a third-eye crater on its forehead where an unidentified gemstone that served as its power source was located. Unfortunately, the gem is not there. So the mask retained a more bronze look to it. She smiled thoughtfully, “Hello there, my old friend.”

But no matter, Butcher guessed where it was. She placed her hand on the case. “Do not worry, old boy. I will restore you to full power. Anubis will bless us both.”

By activating Butcher II’s power, she removes the last barrier to her goals. Within seconds she grabbed her prize. “Poor Gustav. He never did know what he had.”

She glanced over to the Teeth. Each managed to obtain the targeted items. She moved over to the Mesopotamian section. With a flick of the wrist she sprayed special Hieroglyphics she knew in her hearts proved true. Fuck Baal. With that, Butcher led her forces out the door and teleported away.

[byemambo]

We Are Lead Actors as K-Pop Boy Group Concept Photos: A Deep Dive [2/2]

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Aou Thanaboon as MONSTA X - Shoot Out

The way I almost ripped my hair out from this photoshoot should be studied because I learned about his existence literally three months ago when the first episode of We Are even dropped. Since then, the trajectory of my life has changed and clearly for the better, but to think that this man hasn't had an editorial cover yet (we all know why @/GMMTV so hurry up and give him his lead!) and this photoshoot is almost two years old, I need someone to hurry and do set some lights up because it's not a want but a need. Aou's image to me is the best of both worlds because of his range, from silly and wholesome to sultry and straight up sexy, and I think GMMTV needs to really consider his star value since it seems like his popularity is coming up as he appears in more series as a fan favorite. Aou's look for this photoshoot definitely screamed MONSTA X to me, especially with the styling of his hair and makeup. With MONSTA X having a grip on the industry for their strong approach to their styling and group image, Aou has the flexibility to market his visual image in that manner similar to my interpretation of Satang's edgy image in comparison to the characters they portray in the first part.

What I'd Love to See: MONSTA X - FOLLOW

Knowing Aou's dance backgroud, I'd love if he ever gets the chance of covering more songs to definitely check out MONSTA X's choreography since he's a dancer with powerful execution. Since Aou's current wardrobe and styling leans more towards neutral black and white, experimenting with lighting would be amazing for him, especially since whenever we do see him in color, blue suits his features well (not like I'm referring to his outfit during the Love Pride Parade or anything ya silly goose..!)

Boom Tharatorn as SF9 - Trauma

You're telling me this man hasn't been on an editorial cover yet...y'all need to do something about that before I start counting your days because this gorgeous man deserves a cover! Boom's aesthetic has always been very classy and put together, which I think is a great juxtaposition with Aou who's more casual with his streetwear. When I think class: SF9 comes to mind. Not only does Boom fit well height wise, but he's also within their age range to be another secret member like how I approached Satang with P1Harmony. SF9's styling once FNC Entertainment adapted them to the more mature and classic man look, their image as a group elevated away from the popularity of "louder" sound of the later half of the 2010s. Since Boom already has a more mature approach to his appearance, I think he'd also benefit from transitioning that style into his editorial when the blessed day comes.

What I'd Love to See: SF9 - Tear Drop

Y'all literally had to be there when this song dropped in real time, it was truly an experience. Tear Drop from their TURN OVER EP solidified their sultry and regal image shortly after their appearance on Kingdom: Legendary War. Boom's styling would go insane if they capitalized the possibilities of his accessories: necklace, earrings, rings, the whole nine yard. Just from his appearance on We Are as Khaofang, besides his cardigans, his necklaces were most memorable to me, which GMMTV really needs to highlight him through editorials/fashion brands specializing in accessories such as jewelry. In terms of wardrobe: take on his current style and elevate it through embellishments and ornate materials. Silk, lace, fur, you name it.

Marc Natarit as 2PM - 해야 해 (Make It)

Marc having these images was not something I was expecting, but upon viewing it: 2PM immediately resonated with me. Similar to Aou's comparison to MONSTA X, Marc has a more manly and mature vibe to him, but a heavier emphasis on his physique over his aura. 2PM had always been deemed the original "beast idols," which I think aligns with Marc if we take away his characterization in We Are as the teddy bear safe space. If given more editorial opportunities, I think he'd benefit from how 2PM has always been styled, keeping the clothing material and pattern simple but accentuating his physique through certain lines or cuts.

What I'd Love to See: 2PM - Heartbeat

If we take our fashion back a few decades: bring back heavier make up and accessories. I'd love to see Marc experiment with his make up, specifically eye makeup like eye shadow and liner. But if not make up: suits or sets with statement alterations or patterns that are specific to each individual look. Since Marc plays basketball and golf: wardrobe to emphasize his arms and/legs.

Poon Mitpakdee as SHINee - I Want You

Poon's image to me has a great duality of casual and dapper, which is similar to the juxtaposition AouBoom have but in this case, for MarcPoon. I think SHINee's concept suits him best due to their ability to walk the thin line between casual and put together, since SHINee also has a wide range of genres from boyish to mature and military like. I also associate Poon with some nostalgic wonder from his aura and facial features, which are all soft except his face shape being more angular. I think if Poon were to have more editorial opportunities, he suits a more conceptual route versus commercial, emphasis on the photographer's personal artistic style/voice. Lighting, quirky techniques like motion blur or double exposure would be interesting.

What I'd Like to See: SHINee - Sherlock•셜록 (Clue + Note)

Leaning more into the more conceptual and artistic approach to photography, I think Poon would really suit a concept that leans into boyhood/childlike wonder and nostalgia. Whether they achieve it through the stylistic choices of the photographer or through the creative choices of the stylist, I think the concept should emphasize fun, curiosity, or wonder beyond what meets the eye and can only be described in a dreamlike state. TOMORROW X TOGETHER would be my next contender.

If you made it thus far, thank you for stopping by and hearing my thoughts! This had been a thought in the back of my mind since We Are took over my life for as long as it did and has, but if you haven't seen the first part showcasing Pond, Phuwin, Winny, and Satang: you can find it here.

[seas-of-silver]

Imagine... a new baby brother AU by peakwonderfulness

So @peakwonderfulness said they were doing an AU where Tom and Sabine had another child when Marinette is 15, and subsequently made my brain go into overdrive 😂 so here are some imaginings I had from our discussion in @frostedpuffs's discord server...

(btw we had decided collectively that the baby would be a boy and that Adrien was 1000% invested in the baby and helping out wherever and whenever he can - I mean, Alya, Nino, Roland and Gina would be also, but they're not in this scene)

Imagine Marinette and Adrien encourage Tom and Sabine to have the night off and go for a date night, and so Adrien stays over to help Marinette look after her baby brother. Imagine Adrien heating up the baby bottle and feeding the baby while Marinette makes dinner for them both. Imagine that while one of them is out of the room (say, for example, to go shower or change the baby's nappy), the other lets their kwami fly freely around and interact with the baby, and the baby absolutely adores the kwamis, and vice versa. Imagine Adrien and Marinette taking turns trying to settle the baby, and once the baby finally drifts off into dreamland and placed securely in his crib that Adrien back-hugs Marinette, and she rests her head on his shoulder with his cheek resting on the crown of her head, standing there watching the baby sleep soundly, content in the peaceful visage and hypnotic rhythm of breathing while in the arms of one another before they eventually slip out of the room.

Imagine Adrien telling Marinette that he was already loving his first ever sleepover, and upon hearing that Marinette decides to treat Adrien to some staples of sleepovers - including a pillow/blanket fort (complete with the baby monitor because they are responsible teens). Imagine Adrien wanting to try braiding Marinette's hair, and he keeps losing his place because he really likes how smooth and soft her hair is. Imagine Adrien insisting they paint each other's nails and gossip (which was less gossip and more swapping stories from their childhoods - Marinette's memories of their classmates and the shenanigans they all got up to, and Adrien's recollections of the antics and friendships with both Chloé and Félix). Imagine Adrien is so focused on painting her nails that he unconsciously bleps and Marinette can't help but find that adorable. Imagine them having to stifle their giggles so they don't wake the baby, leading to silent fits of laughter, rolling on the floor as tears stream down their faces, the only sounds are the hiccups of breaths as they try and fail to calm down.

Imagine that they decide to watch a movie together, and because they don't want the baby to wake, they opt for making a batch of cookies instead of popcorn - as well as a plate with some vegetables and dips - to snack on, and while Marinette is looking after the cookies, Adrien finds some tea lights and votive glasses, so he lights the tea lights because he thinks the ambience would be really nice when watching the movie with Marinette. Imagine that they cuddled up to watch the movie and at some point Marinette falls asleep against Adrien as the movie plays, and he just holds her contently. Imagine the baby awakes and Adrien carefully extracts himself to go look after the baby.

Imagine Marinette wakes to find the movie paused and Adrien gone, but before she could panic she hears his voice coming through the baby monitor and she sees through the camera that he's just finished changing the nappy and he starts to try and settle the baby. Imagine Marinette hearing Adrien confide to her baby brother that he thinks Marinette is absolutely amazing, and that the baby is so lucky to have her as his older sister, because she's the most amazing person Adrien knows. Imagine Adrien goes on to gush about how wonderful Tom and Sabine are as parents, and how blessed the baby is to be so loved and cared for by so many people. Imagine she gets up and goes to her parent's room (where the crib is) and leans against the doorway as he promises her brother that no matter what happens in the future, that he'd always be there for him. Imagine Adrien turning to see Marinette in the doorway and smiles at her before putting her now sleeping brother back in the crib. Imagine Marinette hugging Adrien and whispering to him that he is just as loved as her brother is, and how grateful she is to have him in her life.

Imagine Tom and Sabine come home to find Adrienette snuggled up together in their pillow/blanket fort with the baby monitor still directly in front of the two teens as they slept soundly. Imagine them placing bets as to when the two teens would get together, because they know it's only a matter of time.

Imagine the next morning Adrien wakes up first, and he spends some time admiring the sleeping Marinette with her head on his chest, and he entertains the notion of falling for her (even though something in him tells him he has fallen a long time ago), before falling back asleep. Imagine Marinette waking up some time later, watching Adrien peacefully sleeping and reflecting on the way he looked after her brother the night before, and all the words he said, and thinks to herself how wonderful of a father he would make one day. Imagine he wakes once again and they greet each other with soft whispered "hey"s that are as gentle as the morning sun, with smiles to match. Imagine they quietly set about cleaning up the area before Marinette offers to teach him how to make omelettes, which is a fun yet slightly chaotic experience, but it works out well, and they once again realise they make a great team together.

Imagine many more such sleepovers are had, and one time as Adrien is settling the baby as Marinette sleeps, Tom and Sabine come home and overhear Adrien telling their son that one day he hopes to marry Marinette, if she'd have him. Imagine Marinette had, again, awoken to find him missing only to hear his voice saying those words over the baby monitor.

I can't wait for more of this AU (so you might see me obsessing over it every now and again) - I have more thoughts/ideas about this AU, so if you want to see them, let me know!

Thank you Peak for this AU and I will probably be bombarding you with things I come up with for it XD

[renee-writer]

Loved Her First Chapter 16

AO3

Jeremiah and Ian are in the barn talking together. “Do you think he will be furious at us?” Jeremiah asks his friend.

Ian knows his uncle. Auntie Claire is more calm about things. His uncle, well there is more then a bit of Viking warrior in him. “He will want to know our intentions.”

Jeremiah leans up against the stalls railing. The horse inside neighs at his intrusion. He absently pats it as he thinks. Never has he known a lass like Brianna. So outspoken and brave. He wants nothing more then to make her his wife. With a smile, he says, “I want to pay her court, marry her.”

Ian smiles. “As I do also with Faith.”

“That is good to know lads.” He steps out of the shadows causing both lads to squeal. It makes him smile, as he wants them to fear him. Just a little. “I came to ask your intentions and now I know them.”

“Mr. Fraser sir, I would have came to you and asked.” Jeremiah tries hard not to shake as he towers over him. The light through the boards of the barn, shining on him, gives him a fearsome look.

“As would have I, uncle.”

He nods. “Lads, it is hard for a father to see his daughters become women. It is especially hard when you haven’t seen them grow up. I don’t like to admit that they are old enough to be courted. But they are. Jeremiah, I know your family, as they are my late mam’s. You come from good, if stubborn people. Hard workers. You will see to my Brianna. “ He turns to his nephew. “Ian, you are like a son to me which makes this particularly strange. But, the heart wants what it wants. I know you will make a good husband for Faith.” He sighs, running his hands through his hair. “A year lads. Court a year. Then, if my lasses will have you, you may marry them.”

They both let out identical sighs of relief. “Thank you Uncle Jamie.” Jamie lifts up his mouth and pats his back.

“Recall Ian that if you don’t treat her well, you will have myself, Auntie Claire and, your mam to deal with.”

“Aye, but you don’t have to worry about that. I will treat her as the best part of my heart that she is.”

“As will I Mr. Fraser.” Jeremiah is shaking with joy. She was an amazing gift, a miracle that he was blessed with.

He smiles at the lad. “Aye, you just better Jeremiah Mackenzie, for if you think I am hard to deal with, wait until you get to know my wife.”

“Auntie Claire is fierce, aye.” Ian agrees.

“A year lads and they better be maidens when they are wed. Understand?”

“Aye.” Echoes back.

“Good, now go officially asks them.” They hurry off to do it and he is reminded of his own eagerness to talk to Claire after their wedding was arranged. Maybe it will be alright, after all.

[generalsdiary]

the amethyst siren

Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

warnings: mention of blood, one (1) curse word

word count: 3.3k

a/n: the making of this series was, truly, inspired by my wonderful mutual @kimeoshi and their amazing artwork of siren ratio here

description: siren!ratio x human!aventurine strangers/enemies to lovers, a ship crash forces them to work together for the best outcome for both sides (in this chpt)

Chapter 1: The Crash

Dark clouds in the distance covered the horizon, forewarning rain, and the flashes of white, an oncoming storm. Aventurine stepped out on the deck to confirm this information the captain of the cruise told him, he didn’t want the rain. it hadn’t come when he needed it, when his people needed it. the betrayal sits deeply in his bones. the easy line that falls off his tongue “I don’t like getting my clothes wet, they’re too expensive” a superstitious lie that also makes him look shallow which works in his favor. Better than people asking why he dislikes the rain.

thinking about it now, he regrets going onto the deck. The waves were looming high, sending a warning. The ship nearby that had the intention to raid them ended up crashing into them and Aventurine took out his gun in an attempt to defend himself. the water made the floor slick and the ship he was on slowly tilted… crashing, sinking. The pirates weren’t without damage, but Aventurine fell off board. With a scream that died in his throat and a gun that was now useless, he sank under the waves.

the sea was calm below the waves… quiet, not pushing, rushing. Yet the serene peace did not reach Aventurine, the slow burn of his lungs like timber slowly getting stronger and the helplessness isn’t allowing him to appreciate it. although he’d never appreciate it, the ocean is still a form of water. Betrayal runs deep.

Despite the current events the man blessed with luck still had hope, he’d somehow swim up and reach the surface, have his lungs fill with oxygen. Hope is a fragile flower, an anemone, the petals which bruise and break at the lightest touch. and the hope began wilting as Aventurine felt fear. Goosebumps rose on his skin, and if he wasn’t wet already, he’d be covered in a cold sweat. His eyes widened, trying to take in more information upon the sight opposing him. a merman…? a beautiful merman had his gaze set on Aventurine. with a long thick violet tail, his arms and lower torso trailed with small purple scales, and long dark nails, his hair was wet hence too dark to distinguish the color. the merman was a majestic, otherworldly view. The end of his tail was a royal ocean blue and he had many accessories decorating his appearance… along with a piercing glare. Except, Aventurine had human eyes and his vision underwater could only allow him to recognize the tail. Not human. Not a human, nope. The gun left his hand, floating beside him before it started slowly sinking. trembling upon the sight, an unnatural amount of fear kept him frozen and terrified. No escape, no running, no exit. this creature stared down at him and Aventurine’s vision grew dark… finally feeling the sensations in his body again only to sense the burn of his lungs and weakly attempt to swim up before it all went dark.

Veritas could hear everything. The rumble of the clouds in the distance, the wail of the waves getting stronger, the man on the front deck mumbling and lighting a cigar, the captain laughing, clinking his cup, loading his gun. The sea glided across the sides of the ship, the distant people casually chatting on the ship while the men here were about to raid it. Soft mumbling of a man hoping it won’t rain. with all the noise so diluted in the sea, his hearing outside of it was turned up a whole notch, overwhelmingly so. Veritas tried to meditate, something to not think of the dirty algae-covered glass box he was in, the ropes around his body, the future that was stolen from him and where he may be taken- simply worse than death. So, when the sea whispered to him of the ships crashing, he fought tooth and nail to get out. the sharp sting in his side from the shards of glass, the burn of the ropes on his arms, splinters of the dirty wooden floor, and cuts and bruises as he fell back into the sea- none of it mattered, as long as he got free again. The sea welcomed him in its cold embrace, like a protective parent, pushing him deeper and deeper making sure he was out of anyone’s grasp. Salt on his lips and oxygen in his gills, safe, quiet. If only he didn’t give his voice away. Veritas could’ve sung his way out of this. he didn’t expect to regret his lack of singing ability to bite him back that hard. Back then, what he got in exchange for his song was worth much more. His hazy thoughts were interrupted when he saw glowing blue and pink eyes staring at him. extraordinary… they are shining… Veritas swam closer, this human- how is he human? Is it not another of his species? those eyes are not ones of a human. Impossible. Another train of thought stopped when the human’s eyes closed and Veritas saw the slow rise of his chest, his hand immediately pressed against the human’s mouth and pinched his nose. A line of rose prickly curses fell from his lips as he swam to the surface. Damn you, Veritas. Always helping. Always saving. From his knowledge of humans, inhaling water will kill them, and choking will make them lose consciousness for a few minutes but will keep them alive. Finally reaching the surface, a shiver runs down his spine, he could be captured again. Maybe he could throw this human onto a ship? Yet his captor’s ship ran away and the other one was slowly sinking. Veritas kept the human’s head out of the water and kept himself hidden underneath the small body. watching the ribcage. Come on… contract, expand, come on. you can breathe. I was fast, I was fast enough. Veritas finds the lack of patience getting to him and he lists the information he knows in his mind. Humans cannot stand the pressure of the water and it may also push on their ribs… could that be… with his other hand, he pushes the human’s chest above the surface. Breathe. It is oxygen, you should be able to inhale- and he feels the contraction of the muscles. A sigh of relief.

After a few minutes of swimming, he fails to find a surface to leave the human upon. Turning it into his problem, or a death on his hands. He is a healer among other things, he will not have more blood on them. Veritas spends the next hour or so learning the pattern of the blond’s breathing, also noting the fact the human is still out cold. After the learned pattern he waits for the next inhale and- dives under. His hand covers the mouth and pinches the nose once more, he refuses to jump out like a dolphin- someone could see. but for each duration of a breath, he’d dive under and swim at a great speed in the direction he hoped the waves sounded right. A cave. The way they swished and kissed the walls, it had to be a cave.

Aventurine awoke to a dark area, the sun barely rising to light it up, covered in greenery and small waves splashing his clothes. He sat up, a strange tug around his fingers. a thin green weed. He quickly shook it off and tried to make sense of his surroundings, with a coughing fit scrubbing at his lungs. And a pair of eyes. They weren’t there a moment ago. There it was again. The fear. His breathing sped up, one of the hunted prey and he quickly met the wall behind him with his back, cornered and lost. No pretty words could salvage this, is this a person? Can he communicate? His luck has to be good for something- how did he get here, is it-

“you have awoken.” Frozen. Aventurine couldn’t move, his limbs stilled, and muscles stiffened. Where is his façade? why can’t he…

“I have tied a piece of grass to your finger and connected it to a shell, were you to tug it you would have opened the shell and it would’ve screamed. Which you did and then it, also did. How is your comprehension? I lack in experience of treating humans post accidents. I’m not particularly familiar with… ones that look like you. legs and… lungs only. I, uh. I brought food, it is beside you.” Veritas pointed to a couple of figs. Aventurine had so many questions, and he wanted to take control of the situation yet his mind remained empty with all but paralyzing fear and he takes a bite out of the fig, and only then does the fear loosen its grip on him.

“hello, friend~” he flashes his usual smile, a hand coming to rest behind his back, “I am Aventurine”

“that is a lie. I know of human names, and that isn’t a common one.” Veritas narrows his eyes. Aventurine in hopes of not angering the creature quickly corrects himself, “Kakavasha. I am Kakavasha. Aventurine is my title. Sort of. Anyways, and you, my dear merman are…?”

Veritas glared. A quirk of his eyebrow revealed he was insulted. “I am not a merman. Veritas.”

Aventurine ate more of the fruit. Not a merman… a mermaid? Perhaps he was wrong? It seemed impolite to intrude- but he had to play the cards he was given. “in that case, what is a beautiful creature such as you, my friend?”

An unamused expression Veritas usually had around the little ones came to shine upon the human. “a siren.” Aventurine quickly hid his reaction of shock. He nods as he processes this information- it makes sense. The fear. He is lucky this siren didn’t sing to him. drown him. kill him. jump him off the top deck and drag him under with a sweet, lovely lullaby.

“this was the… closest land I could bring you to. I assume you’re familiar with these waters?” Veritas quickly got to the point, he didn’t want to spend a moment longer in the presence of a human. In the presence of the kind that kidnapped him.

Aventurine slowly snaps out of his thoughts, his eyes meeting the siren’s. “I am not. I… I was here on a business trip, I can’t say that I know the surroundings. Thank you for… saving me.” He came upon the conclusion, it must have been the siren, who else would have it been? The ship surely crashed and sank. And since the siren has an uncanny glare, making Aventurine feel uneasy with shivers down his spine, he decided not to lie.

“I do not need your gratitude, I am a healer after all, and all lives matter.” Veritas says the ever-practiced line, spoken often, falling easily off his tongue. But the underlying edge to it doesn’t escape Aventurine’s ears. The blond tries to switch the power dynamic and make the air light with a flashy smile, “ah, so you’re a doctor~ how lucky for me”

Veritas shakes his head slightly, a hand reaching out of the water to facepalm. The sharp long nails, a dark purple shade which lightens and turns to scales the higher it goes up to his biceps. Veritas uses the motion to also scrunch his face into the palm, to ease his breath and not wince from the constant pain burning in the various cuts over his body. the cost of his escape was not high, and if he were at his home, or at least in the area he was familiar with he could have… gathered the necessary medicinal plants to treat them. the water around him slowly turned darker while one of his injuries, still filled with glass shards, slowly bled into the sea. In and out. breathe. breathe. The end of his tail, a brilliant blue shade, flicked, Veritas thanked the sea for hiding it- he was in pain, a lot of pain sending white flashes behind his closed eyes. And the density of the oxygen out of the water was much lower, upon the fact he usually uses his gills and not his lungs, adding to the lightheadedness he was feeling. Or is the blood loss? Or mayhaps the fact he struggled to eat anything? Paler in face by the moment.

Veritas removes the hand, a neutral expression again, everything hidden, like a perfect clay mask, one of the sculptures that he swims by in the depths. “a doctor? I- actually, it doesn’t matter, you have no information to give me, yet I cannot leave you here, for you would die. And the nearest land to here is something you wouldn’t be able to swim to.” The dawn eyes meet the watercolor ones.

“so, you don’t live here? Like… you can’t just swim back home- I mean dive?” Aventurine inquires.

“do you know every corner of the land, Kakavasha?” Veritas smoothly countered back. and Aventurine hangs his head a bit with a nod, understanding why the siren is still sticking around, and his eyes notice the shade of the water changing, the bruises on the siren’s body; different shades of purple than the ones of his scales and tail, various of red blotches and cuts. “what happened to you? how did you get here?”

“why does it matter to you?” Veritas cautioned.

“well, doc~” another one of those brilliant smiles, “it seems you need to find out where you are and I need help getting to the shore, perhaps we can make a truce? Work together?”

“I don’t trust you” the siren voiced firmly, and sighed. Veritas had no other options. He needed more healing factors, he needed to get home and away from the ship. The pirates. The humans. “I will check if there is any nearby.” And he dived off. Veritas couldn’t speak a word longer, wailing in pain as soon as the water covered his head, desperately he sought for any weeds that had the capacity of healing- anything, I will take anything. Mumbled words, exhausted body, barely holding himself above the sand, searching for a trace of hope.

Now alone again the smile fell off. Aventurine was stuck with the stoic siren, far away, if he wanted him dead that would’ve happened already. All the facts proved to work in his favor, as they always do. Such is his luck. The fresh fruit tasted sweet on his tongue and satiated his thirst. Would the siren value gold? He could give his jewelry in turn for guaranteed protection. The day turned to night, the cave turning dark. It was a chunk of covered rock, with not much room to walk around, Aventurine laid down to sleep, hoping Veritas would show up in the morning.

His pale lips trembled, a metallic taste rested on his tongue, pushing himself closer to a possible shore. Long mossy vines, which were wrapped around his body, swished as he swam. A weak attempt at helping himself. bright lights, noise, little boats, lighthouse. There is a shore. Quite far away. It will have to do. Veritas swam back swiftly to get away from the population and once far enough he slowed down, painfully dragging himself back to the cave. The sting of the incorrectly treated wounds made themselves excruciatingly present in his body.

At dawn, he observed the sleeping human. Seemingly harmless. But his kind did enough harm to him already. “Kakavasha.” The blond stirred, rubbing his eyes, acting relaxed and failing in Veritas’ trained eyes, the flex of the muscles showing obvious tension. The same one the little ones have when he tests their knowledge. “there is a fishing village nearby. It is far away for you, I can take you there the same way I got you here. Might be easier now that you’re awake and conscious.”

“good morning to you too, doc~ no figs today? Awh, how am I supposed to go into the sea on an empty stomach?” Aventurine chirped a melodic tone, wishing he didn’t have to be inside the water. Rain echoing its patterns on his skin. He didn’t want this.

“You can eat amongst your own kind, we shall go. in turn, the truce you mentioned, you can provide me the location of where we are. save your strength I will not go near the shallow water, you will have to swim alone at the part. Now I hope you are ready, we will go now, the small boats always leave early in the day and we should have a clear way to where I can drop you off.” A silence envelops the cave. Thick with tension, the one between predator and prey, yet they were both scared like prey. What will the other do? Who will harm the other one first?

“what happened to you?” Aventurine can’t stop himself from asking, damn his luck, this siren isn’t here because of his luck and to act as his savior, something fucking happened. a simmer of oncoming anger bubbling inside him.

“must you keep pushing that?” Veritas shook his head, the blue gills moving with his indigo hair. “I..” he swallowed hard, will he tell him? should he tell him? Kakavasha could easily do the same thing, take him away, hurt him, treat him like an object to be looked at. “Your kind took me, kept me chained, tied, in a small glass box with dirty water.” Veritas says coldly, an ice knife cutting the tension. “I am not interested in seeing any more ships or people for that matter. I want to do my part here and be on my way. Are you capable of respecting the truce, or do you plan on lying to me again, Aventurine?” Veritas glared, using the man’s title on purpose. if he still had his voice… the things he could do. He would never have to worry about having to trust a frail being which could easily end his life as he knows it. a being capable of crushing the fragile petals of his future days and nights. immortality is a curse if he is taken, experimented on. trust is an expensive thing.

Aventurine swallowed, he hated it, the simmering anger rising, bubbles popping up on the surface, “I am sorry that that happened to you. humans...” he spat his words, “humans can be disgusting creatures.” Aventurine’s gaze was distant. Veritas quickly caught on, eyes linger on the strange mark on the human’s neck. Ink. Dark, liquid substance. Humans make permanent markings with it. Veritas decided not to push for information, a rare occasion on his side. He recognized that Kakavasha was speaking from a place of pain, darkness and honesty. Trust is becoming less of an expensive thing. “shall we get going?” Veritas softly asked, offering his hand to him.

with a shaky breath, half of his mask off- both of them with half of their masks off, such are the circumstances to establish a crumble of trust, he takes the hand and jumps into the deep water, eyes closed shut at the feeling he despised.

“hold onto me, eyes closed, and breathe only above the surface.”

Aventurine nodded, embracing the muscular body of the siren, strangely not cool to the touch as he expected. A gentle warmth, a mixture of smooth skin, silky scales, and a heart beating… he could hear it as he leaned onto him. “I can’t hold my breath for long-“ “I know. I brought you here, remember? I know your breathing pattern.” Veritas adds softly and with a firm grip around the human they dive under.

Sirens, or mermaids for that matter, have the capability of super swimming at great speeds. With a keen hearing and carefully paying attention to the rise and fall of the smaller man’s ribcage, Veritas swam below and above the water level. The small village slowly appeared in his line of sight.

a/n: took a bit longer to write than I planned to, I was busy working on my bacc., chpt 2 should be posted rly soon- within a few days I think. lmk know what you think! and any predictions for the next chapter maybe? <2

[justjessame]

Light Through the Darkness: Chapter 12

Mystic Falls, VA September 24, 1864

Abigail was packed for her impromptu trip. Her hardest choice was whether or not she wanted to bring Sallie along. On one hand, she hadn't wanted to leave Sallie to the impulses of Mr. Salvatore. On the other hand, Sallie had never left home either. In the end, she gave her the choice. Sallie chose to come with her. She understood that Abigail needed to leave, even if she didn't completely comprehend why.

The details were easier to hammer out than Abigail had imagined possible. She's simply sent one of the other servants to town with Sallie and instructions of what she'd wanted. They'd returned with the tickets. Then her room was packed and the baggage sent, while everyone in the house was indisposed with their own distractions. Stefan and Damon preoccupied with Katherine, and their father preoccupied with getting them out of her clutches.

Now, sitting in front of her vanity, Abigail was being put together for the Founders' party by Sallie. Her honey brown hair, always wavy with curls, was being brushed into submission and carefully set in a deceptively casual updo. Lovely beaded flowers entwined in the tumbled curls, and Abigail was impressed by Sallie's ingenuity. The dress was a work of art, even if the day she had purchased it was not a day she wished to relive. Her elbow length gloves had the same black beads running the length of them and edged across where the fingers should be. Her shoes also bore the same type of beads. Standing, Sallie let out a small sigh of contentment. And Abigail arched one eyebrow in curiosity.

"Well, if there was ever any doubt as to whether you could hold your own against HER," Sallie said, with a wrinkle in her nose, she swept her hand at the full picture her mistress formed. "This proves that theory wrong."

She wore no makeup, none was needed. Her lips were naturally a rose color, and her eyes a light green that shone in any light. Her cheeks glowed with a rosy blush at her maid's compliment. Pale skin, without any blemish, and her slight figure painted a picture that Sallie correctly stated could give any woman in Mystic Falls a run for the loveliest title. Abigail smirked and shook her head.

"You're incorrigible." She smiled, and then gave her leave. "Put on your best dress, Sallie. You're my date, after all."

Her maid chuckled and rushed to do her own toilet. She'd given her a gown that was probably above her station, and would no doubt make her the talk of the town, but Abigail couldn't find it in her to care. It wasn't like she'd be around to hear the gossip. And she wanted Sallie to grow used to the dress and station. They weren't going to be in America for much longer. She didn't want to travel with a maid, she wanted to travel with a companion.

For one bright moment, they weren't locked in a dreary situation. They were simply two women getting ready for a party. And they smiled in front of the mirror, giving one another compliments about their appearances. Abigail and Sallie needed that moment of normalcy more than either realized, because the evening wouldn't be as easy as they hoped.

When they entered the Founders' Party, tongues did wag. Abigail could feel the eyes upon them. She and Sallie made quite the pair. She in her dark blue gown and Sallie dressed in pale pink. Her maid looked amazing, even if she felt uncomfortable. She asked her to stay at her side, and only gave her leave when she asked for it.

Abigail walked to the Founders' roll. Taking the fountain pen, she carefully signed her name. She heard Stefan behind her, speaking to Katherine. His date, obviously. She wondered where Damon was. Turning she smiled at seeing the two of them.

"Good evening, Stefan, Katherine." She said, not a hint of her anguish showing. They both smiled back. God bless good breeding she thought. She looked into Stefan's eyes, noting they were dark tonight. They also looked glazed, clearly heavily compelled. "I hope you both enjoy the party." She turned to go, but his hand stopped her.

"Perhaps we could have a dance, Abigail." He said, his brow furrowed. He looked confused, as though uncertain. "I feel like we haven't had a chance to speak in days."

She smiled sadly. He didn't even know when they last spoke he was so addled. "Perhaps, Stefan." She pulled away, and walked toward Sallie. Damon moved out of the shadows into her path. She pulled up short. "Hello, Damon." Her face showed no pleasure at his presence. She didn't know this version of him. And she moved to pass him, but he blocked her.

"A dance, old friend?" The music had just begun, and she recognized it. The waltz, no touching, hands inches apart, yet facing your partner. Torture, in other words. Sighing, and seeing no polite way to decline, she agreed with a nod.

They moved to the dance floor in the ballroom. She tried to look at a spot just above his shoulder, anywhere but his eyes. The eyes that once held such promise. Promise for their future, a future where they could always count on each other to have one another's best interests at heart. Not now. Now neither could be counted on to even know the others intent for even a dance.

As they circled one another, their movements a perfect mirror of one another, Abigail wondered how he felt about Stefan being chosen as Katherine's date for the evening. Was rage boiling just beneath the carefully crafted surface? Surely he wasn't as calm as his voice had sounded upon asking her for a dance? She dared a glance at his face and her fear was confirmed. He was enraged by her choice. This dance was simply to see if she would answer in kind. Abi was a pawn in the game.

Another sigh escaped. This dance couldn't end fast enough. Sadly the waltz was slow, meandering, romantic, and seductive. She fought an eye roll. Her feet and hands knew the route of the steps. With Damon as a partner, she also knew that they made quite a vision. Before he'd left for service, any time they would dance, people watched. She often overheard people say that no other couple moved the way they did, in tandem, no matter the dance. They could anticipate the other's moves, and they often adapted quickly. Because she knew this intimately, she allowed her mind to wander as her body performed.

As the dance changed from complete non-touch to being in Damon's arms, she felt no difference. Her body adapted to the change as it always did, without notice. She shifted easily and together they moved. She was completely unaware of the eyes taking in their closeness, the way they held one another even without looking at one another. How effortless they were together, people thought, with a tinge of sadness that she was betrothed to the wrong brother. And that rumors were that even this one had set his sights on the competition.

Tomorrow at this time, she thought lost in her own thoughts she'd be on the ocean. Getting further and further away. A smile played upon her lips as she allowed herself the respite from gossip. Their audience, and as their past would confirm, they had an audience, would assume she was enjoying herself. Her dreams carried her to the end of the song. Tilting her head, still ignoring eye contact with her former friend, she bid adieu to Damon, and moved to leave the dance floor.

Not getting two feet, her path was again blocked. This time by Stefan. Fighting another sigh, she assented to another dance.

"I feel as though you're saying goodbye," he whispered, glazed eyes clearing for the briefest moment. "So please, let's have a moment, Abigail."

She nodded, and he took her into his arms. A different dance altogether, she felt eyes focused on them. Entirely different from the dance she shared with his brother. They were stilted, not comfortable together. "Stefan, you are in danger." She whispered, barely more than a breath. She felt that the very walls listened. "And I feel the town itself is inasmuch danger from you as you are from her."

She felt him stiffen against her hands. "I know," his voice wasn't any louder than her own. "I can't seem to fight her. Every time I break free, the need for her rushes back." He was pleading. "Father knows. I'm frightened, Abigail. You're right to leave. You have to get away." His words were rushing, like he knew her hold was coming again. "She hates you and she'll stop at nothing to get rid of you." She felt a slight pressure against her head, a kiss? "Leave. Soon!"

Then he was gone, in the midst of a song, and she was alone in the middle of the dance floor. As though he had jilted her in full view of our entire town and he walked stone faced back to her, and took her into his arms, and finished the dance.

Pale, Abigail carefully walked off the dance floor, with her held high and found Sallie. She was done. Her duties to Mystic Falls finished. She could go back to the mansion and finalize her plans. A glance around the rooms as she left, confirmed her feelings. The entire room was abuzz. Half was staring at her, not even trying to conceal their obvious gossiping. The other looked embarrassed for her.

Shaking her head in disgust, at the townspeople, at Stefan and Katherine, at herself even, Abigail nodded to Sallie. It was time. Saying short goodbyes to their host and hostess, Abigail took her wrap from the maid in charge of the cloaks, and stepped onto the front porch.

Sallie was still saying a few goodbyes to her friends, trying to be vague, but also final. Abigail understood and felt she owed it to her traveling companion to give her time. She walked to a swing she'd noticed on her visits and took a seat, leaning her head carefully against the chain. She looked up at the scattering of stars visible through the tree branches near the banister and considered that in a few hours she would see a larger expanse of the sky on board a ship.

The smile she had while dancing with Damon returned. Abi couldn't wait to start out. Move forward. Just like she'd promised herself all the years ago, after her parents' and the fire. She didn't hear anyone approach, so she was surprised when he rounded the dark corner of the wrap around porch.

"I thought you left," said the voice she would have recognized from across the house. He stepped out of the shadows and she saw that he was still put out by not being the chosen date for Katherine.

Abigail didn't feel like answering. She gave a small push on the swing and kept gazing at the sky. Her smile faltered because his voice was familiar, but different. There was an edge she didn't recognize. A danger that hadn't been there before. He stayed close to the shadows and watched her sway slightly in the swing.

"Katherine thinks you're competition." He stated, the edge sharper now and a fear she'd never had before rose in her throat.

Abigail refused to speak, she didn't think it wise. She didn't know this person. As the swing swayed, she considered her options. She wouldn't die. It didn't mean that his attempt, if that's what was going to happen, wouldn't hurt or ruin her plans for retreat. She hoped he couldn't see the fear in her eyes, or the building of tears. How could a stranger make someone who once cared so much for her terrify her so much?

He moved, slightly, but enough that Abigail noticed. It was almost predatory and Abigail tried to think of how to react. She realized too late that the swing she was seated on, was out of the way. Just like the bench in the garden had been. She'd unwittingly put herself in a place of danger. He could harm her and until someone raised the alarm, Sallie no doubt, no one would notice.

"If I remove her one obstacle," he was saying, clearly to himself, "then it will be ME, and not Stefan."

Abigail could feel the growing lump in her throat, her best friend really only saw her as a means to an end. Or an end to a means, if she was being realistic. Her end would give him what he wished for most. Katherine's love.

She knew he wasn't as strong as Katherine, but she couldn't fight against him. Wouldn't. If he needed to see her dead to feel peace, then she'd let him. She felt the tears run down her face as he stalked toward her.

HOURS LATER

When Abigail awoke it was in pitch darkness and she couldn't make out any where she could possibly be. The surface she was lying upon wasn't soft, and it wasn't smooth. There were ruts, and moving slightly she felt a rock. Possibly on the ground?

If she was on the ground, however, why couldn't she see the sky? And why couldn't she hear any night sounds? She stopped moving and held her breath. Only the sound of her pulse and heart filled the void. Did he bury her? Dear God.

She moved her hands above her face and pressed. Yes, there was a surface above her, this was smooth, however. Running her hands along and over the surface she began to make a map in her mind of what her hands were touching. The surface above her was smooth, it had a few lines around the edges, and as she moved toward those edges she could feel them move down in a sharp angle. A box.

Not a box, her mind corrected, remembering her adopted family and their burial rituals. A crypt. The ruts and rock beneath her was probably the occupant of the crypt he enclosed her in. She closed her eyes and tried desperately not to scream. Slamming her head back, she apologized to her crypt-mate.

This was going to be a cycle of death and awaking from death, unless she could figure out how to get out of this very heavy box. All thanks to her best friend's ingenuity. This is what she got for her inability to fight back against someone she cared deeply for. She was going to have to harden her heart. If she ever found a way out of this predicament.

Closing her eyes, she considering options. Residents of Mystic Falls only visited the cemetery when people died, and there hadn't been any attacks in days. Even if there had been, someone would have to die near the Salvatore crypt and she would have to know they were outside and her screams would have to be loud enough.

Scratch screaming. Pushing the lid off was an option. If she was a vampire like Katherine, perhaps. Wait, vampire? Where did that come from? A book, maybe. Regardless, she wasn't as strong as her or Damon, obviously.

Although, she started to recall something her papa had taught her when she was little. She was always so tiny, and he wanted to show her how to lift things if they fell on her. She had to think harder. Memories were like sand drifting through her fingers half the time. Come on, Abi. He used a stick, or a branch to move under the lip of whatever had fallen on top of her. He'd used the pillows off the library sofa at first. And the fireplace poker.

Where can I find a stick? She twitched and felt the rock-like thing poke her again. Groaning she contemplated that it wasn't part of her crypt-mate's body. Perhaps the undertaker had accidentally left a pike or a spade in the box? It was possible.

Arching her back and praying that she had ended up inside the crypt of the only idiotic undertaker in America, she pulled at the thing poking her. Feeling it wrench free of the fabric that held it to whom she was sharing the box with, because it most certainly wasn't a spade, Abi tried to decide how to find a loose part of the box to force the hardened bone under.

She used her own fingers, searching in the pure darkness. She prayed for strength and for aid, and there it was, Damon must have missed pushing it all the way back onto the dais. Letting out a heavy breath, she pulled her pilfered arm up and pressed the heaviest and strongest part into the crack. Sending up another prayer, she urged the bone up and over, using the memory of when her papa moved from the pillows on the sofa to the books from the shelves.

Slowly, inch by inch the opening grew. She didn't need a huge opening, just big enough for her to fit through, and as soon as she had it, Abigail pressed herself out. Gasping for breath, and thanking God and whomever was acting as her Guardian angel, she looked at her surroundings. She was definitely in the Salvatore crypt. Moving her entire body out of the tomb, she seated herself upon the grave of Damon's great grandfather, a man who had given his arm in service of her escape. She gratefully tossed it back inside.

The sun was up, mid-morning by the looks of it. So she'd missed her coach, and her ship. Sallie was probably beside herself. And the search was no doubt on. Abigail glanced down at herself. She was coated in grime. Dust, dirt, and she couldn't bear to contemplate what parts of great grandfather Salvatore coated her. Sighing, she contemplated what to do.

She'd defeated death three times. Twice by the hands of a woman who merely wanted her out of the way so she could reign unchallenged. The third by someone she adored. Or had adored. Was running still the best option? She sat on great grandfather Salvatore's grave and considered. She could run, and run, and run. Or she could stay, and help Giuseppe Salvatore ruin Katherine Pierce.

[thesnapshotcafe]

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SFW Alphabet - Sirius Black

It has been forever since my last SFW Alphabet so I thought this needed to change. I am also having quite a busy few days ahead so I wanted to leave you with something while I try to finish Amortentia in the next week. Hopefully it can be up by weekend? Hopefully.

Sirius x GN!Reader

A = Attractive what do they find attractive about the other?

Sirius loves your eyes more than he loves anything. As cheesy as it sounds, he is a firm believer that eyes are the windows to the soul and whenever he is doubting himself or needs reassurance, he only needs to look deep into yours and he will see all the love you hold for him in your beautiful heart.

On him, come on, not even a question. Definitely his hands. And I don’t think this requires any additional explanations ;)

B = Baby do they want a family? why/why not?

With Sirius it’s never a certain yes or no. Given his past and how his family has treated him, I think he would be absolutely terrified of starting a family in fear of being a terrible father and being a disappointment for your baby.

I think if you really want to have a baby, he would give it a try and without the shadow of a doubt, he would be the most amazing daddy to your sweet little bundle of joy.

But if you’re on the other side of the spectrum and don’t want to have children, then he would never press the matter of pressure you into it.

C = Cuddle how do they cuddle?

He is the biggest cuddler the world has ever seen. He loves spooning but I think his favourite is laying on your chest, face nuzzled in your neck while you play with his hair.

However, he would never admit out loud how big his love for cuddles truly is.

D = Dates what are dates with them like?

His bravado and playboy reputation aside, Sirius is the biggest dork and the cheesiest man to have ever walked the planet and therefore, a true romantic at heart. I’m talking candle lit dinners and even him trying to cook for you, red roses everywhere and red petals all over your room ;)

To put it plainly, you’re in for quite some fun ;)

E = Everything you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

You are his light. He has said that to you for the first time when he told you that he loves you and ever since it’s become as natural to him as ‘I love you’. You are the light at the end of the very long tunnel that represents his life at home. And he feels blessed to have found you.

You on the other hand love to switch the endearing terms around, calling him something new and original every day.

However, my love will forever be a favorite for the both of you.

F = Feelings when did they know they were falling in love?

I think after a few years of friendship. Given his past, Sirius is not a person that opens up easily so I think friends to lovers is the only way a real relationship with him would work out. That and the fact that he needs quite a bit of time to start truly trusting and allowing himself to be vulnerable with a person.

G = Gentle are they gentle? If so, how?

Despite his bad boy attitude and player tendencies, if he truly cares about someone and loves them, he would be the gentlest person you’ve ever met. He is the gentlest with Remus after every single full moon, helps Peter out with subjects he is behind on and gives James a sweet pep talk before every Quidditch match to make sure he’s ready.

So it wouldn’t be any different with you. I think that if you had a bad day for example, he would be right there to wipe away your tears and use every single bad joke he knows to make you laugh and cheer you up, after which he would give you the most encouraging speech he can muster until you are a smiling and giggling mess, tears long forgotten.

H = Hand/Hold how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

He loves to hold your hand anywhere and everywhere. You are his and he is the proudest to show you off to the entirety of Hogwarts.

Holding you, that’s a fun story. His favorite way of holding you is on his lap, closely followed by on his shoulders / in piggy back rides.

I = Impression first impression/s

I cannot be the only one thinking that with Sirius it can only go enemies to friends to lovers, right?

Therefore the first impression you’ve had of each other wasn’t great, him seeming like an overly spoiled child and you definitely not putting up with him.

J = Joker are they into pulling pranks?

Sirius is one of the school’s biggest pranksters and everyone knows it. He would never refrain from pranking you, on the contrary, he might just prank you a whole lot more than anyone else.

But then again, you’re dating so you’re very likely even worse J

K = Kisses how do they kiss?

His kisses are always passionate and full of love. He is a passionate person and it shows every single time he is with you: bites, nips, smooches and quite a lot of hickeys. He goes all out J

L = Little things what little things do they love/notice?

Whenever he is stressed or anxious, because it actually happens a lot due to all his childhood trauma, he loves holding your hand. It grounds him and reminds him that he is not in that place anymore and that he is safe and loved.

Whenever this happens, you squeeze his hand lovingly and make sure to shower him in all the love you hold for him in your heart, which is quite endless, just like his love for you J

M = Memory their favorite moment together

I think his favorite moment would be courting you. Sirius has always been a player and never had hopes for a love story, therefore he sworn off dating.

You on the other hand, made it crystal clear to him and everyone in Hogwarts that there would be absolutely no fooling around and dumping like nothing happened.

Long story short, when he realized he was falling for you, he had to put in true effort to win you over and that included dates. Real dates, not hook ups.

And as we all know, Sirius Black doesn’t back down on challenges. So he went all the way. Courting, sending sweet notes, flirting and complimenting you, earning your affections the old fashioned way. And when he felt like the time was right, he asked you on a date.

Safe to say, Sirius discovered just how much he loved doing all that with you.

And that, my friends, is how your love story began ;)

N = Nickel do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

Sirius is the KING of spoiling his S/O. He buys you literally everything he notices that you like or mention in passing that you would like and so on. Often times you think it’s too much and tell him just that, which yes, does make him slow down and ask you before hand but it doesn’t slow him down for long.

In his defense, he lives for the beautiful bright smile on your face whenever you open the gifts he buys for you. And he gets them for you because he loves you more than life itself.

O = Orange what color reminds them of their other half

Pink. Pink is soft and romantic and very sweet, something he always associates with you.

P = Petnames what petnames do they use?

He uses all the petnames in the book with you, but most common for him would be love, kitten and baby.

Q = Questions what are the questions they’re always asking?

Sirius has a lot of self doubt because of all the pain he’s been through all his life and because his mother actually made him believe that he is unlovable.

So sometimes, Sirius might nervously look up at you and ask why you love him, or why, out of all the people at Hogwarts, you chose him.

Your heart breaks every single time he asks, but you’re quick to reassure him nonetheless and make sure that he never has any reason to doubt your love for him.

R = Remember their favorite memory of each other

One time in your sixth year you and Sirius were on a date, when all of a sudden it started raining. And I’m not talking about a short and light rain, I’m talking heavy, end of the world rain.

Well, let’s just say that Sirius found that to be the best time to take your hand and drag you with him to dance in the rain. Romantic? Very.

Did you both get sick afterwards? Oh yes.

Worth it? For sure. It is still one of your most cherished memories with the love of your life.

Now on his part it has to be one of the picnic dates you’ve had. It was a beautiful sunny day, you were wearing the cutest outfit and he couldn’t help but admire your ethereal beauty.

At one point you picked up a cupcake and bit into it, a bit of frosting remaining on your upper lip and on the tip of your nose.

Sirius chuckled fondly seeing you and leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, loving kiss, licking off the frosting in the process. And when you pulled away he just wiped off the frosting on your nose with a finger before bopping it fondly.

He makes sure to bring up that memory every chance he gets.

S = Sad how do they cheer themselves/each other up

When you are sad, Sirius would do anything and everything under the sun to make you feel better and make the sadness go away. His go to that always seems to have instant results is getting some hot chocolate or tea and normal chocolate, your favourite teddy bear and a soft and warm blanket and cuddle, kiss and love you until you feel better.

When he is sad, he has a habit of retreating into himself and isolating from the world. He doesn’t want to pass on the bad state he is in to anyone else so he keeps to himself most times.

However, after a day or two of sulking you decide that this is not the way. Leaving Sirius alone with his thoughts can have really bad outcomes and deep down, you know he hates loneliness because he had told you about it one drunken night, years ago.

So instead of letting him sulk to oblivion, you decide to start with love and cuddles, then make your way to food, jokes, pranks and eventually to some quality time with the rest of the Marauders. Spending time with all the people who love him always seems to be most beneficial for him.

T = Talking what do they love to talk about?

There are plenty subjects you love to talk about with Sirius, but one common between the two of you lately has been your future together.

There is just something so wholesome about cuddling in the dark and planning for a beautiful and happy life with the one you love the most.

U = Universe use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)

He always thought of the two of you like the Yin and Yang symbol. Him, the dark and broken half and you, the light and healing matching piece.

V = Very ___ they’re thoughts about each other (e.g she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying etc.)

Oh this is quite a fun one. Over the years, your thoughts about each other have changed for better and better.

Year one: He’s so annoying / They’re such a goody two shoes.

Year two: He’s mean / They’re so easy to tease.

Year three: He’s not so terrible / They’re pretty.

Year four: He’s a git, but he’s a handsome git / They’re a pretty know it all.

Year five: He’s too handsome for his own good / Since when were they this beautiful?

Year six: I am so lucky to be their boyfriend / I am so lucky to be dating him.

W = Why reasons why they love each other

With the two of you, it’s a combination of meaningful reasons but also the little things that keep making you fall in love with each other every single day.

He loves you for your personality and wit and sweet, gentle self and for never being anything but true with him.

You love him because of who he is as a person and for all the courage he has shown over the years and keeps showing each and every day.

But you also love each other because both of you feel like you found your missing half when you met the other.

And well, it doesn’t hurt that every morning when you prepare breakfast he sneaks up on you and holds and kisses you until you sit down to eat. Or how you’re reading on the couch and are so comfortable that you don’t wanna move even if you’re freezing cold but he knows you and he has learned your body language so he just gets up and grabs a blanket and snuggles you both while you start reading to him from your book.

X = Xylophone What’s their song?

Okay there are plenty songs I associate with Sirius, but most of all, 18 by Anarbor and Broken Crown by Mumford & Sons.

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

Cheesy lil shit, he always comes up with the craziest lines. However, his favorite remains “you are the Lily to my James”, because that one managed to make all 3 of you blush madly.

Z = Zebra if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

Okay look, Sirius is a dog, quite literally, but this man hides the biggest secret of all: he is actually a cat person and if he could, he would get maybe 3 or 4 cats when he gets his own place.

Bonus: Cats are very selective with the people they love so imagine the smugness on his face when all said 3 or 4 kitties would be all over him, showering him with kitty love.

A/N: dang, I need to get myself a cat soon enough.

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1. Clues

2. Looks

3. Personality

4. A yes or no question if you have meet them

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┊pile one:

→ clues about your future partner:

Hangers. Clothes. Okay! I am receiving a cute download. Your future partner may like how you dress and they may compliment your outfits when you’re together. Expect to receive cute comments like “my baby looks so good at that outfit” They may plan their outfits before you go out because they want to keep up with your outfit game.

→ looks of your future partner:

I am sensing soft features like naturally soft eyebrows and they have this soft empathetic look in their eyes. they may dye their hair blonde or light. 

→ personality of your future partner: 

very graceful as a human being! if your partner is a color, they would be purple. elegant and royal. Your future spouse is a little shy and an introvert but has a few friends that they keep and trust. this person may reveal their feelings for you after you make the first move. This is the type of person who gets amazed when they see you because they really have a crush on you even though you guys are already dating.

→ Have you meet them: Nope but they are around the corner.

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┊pile two:

→ clues about your future partner:

They like animals! They have this cowgirl/boy energy. blue may be significant about this person. Maybe this person will bring you calmness and relaxation. you’ll spend time in nature with your pets. while dating, both of you may get a cat and i am getting this download that you guys will take the pet for a forest walk. the pet, in my download, seem so sporty!!! Like let’s go fur parents and do nature walks 🌱

→ looks of your partner:

They may have sun kissed skin and pouty lips. I am getting that they may have straight silk long hair. Long arms, I am also getting. When they smile, their eyes smile too omg.

→ personality of your partner:

they’re funny as fuck. they always have loads of jokes for you and when you ask your partner to dance for you, they would not hesitate to do it. I am seeing that they could tease you and you’ll love their dirty jokes. I promise you, people will ask you “who got you smiling like that” and you’ll know this person is the reason why. please, this is not a personality but they may give you a great orgasm. they like pleasing you, i guess.

→ have you met this person: for some of you, i think yes :”>

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┊pile three:

→ clues about your future spouse:

one night stand. you may had sex with this person before you go into a relationship. i think you may meet this person when you are exploring your sexuality.

i think you feel stronger when you’re with this person. you may suffer from issues with self-esteem but this person will kiss your insecurities away. plus, i think this person likes holding your hands everywhere!!!

→ looks of your partner:

they have a strong eye gaze. you’ll melt haha. they could be really tall but i think both of you are tall or the same height. they like to wear shorts/skirts and a plain black t-shirt is their go-to outfit. 

→ personality of your future partner:

I zoned out during your reading and scrolled at pinterest then i saw the word, querencia. the definition of it is a place where one’s strength is drawn. where one feels at home. the place where you are your most authentic self. That confirms what I said that your partner will embrace and accept who you are. I truly believe that when we can be our true selves, we get stronger and bolder because we are being appreciated by just simply being. This person may be your home and strength. They’re not the type of person who judges people right away. They do not do that. The prefer to see a person in a gentler and understanding light.

→ have you met this person: nope

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