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its-all-stardust · 1 year ago

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Sugar || 1

Masterlist || Part Two

Steven Grant/Sugar Mommy!Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: You meet Steven in a museum gift shop and feel an instant connection. Before you walk out the door you decide, perhaps against your better judgment, that you need him to be your sugar baby. Now you just need him to let you treat him right.

Author's note: hello and welcome to the most unoriginal title ever. this was originally intended to be a oneshot, but just as I was about to finish what ended up being this first part, I realized that would be impossible (unless I wanted an insanely long oneshot, which i did not). to be honest, i don't have a real plan for this series. i don't expect it to be very long, and there may be some Marc/Reader in the future, but for now, this is just about our boy Steven.

Series note: Set before the events of the Moon Knight series. I haven't decided yet if this is going to be following canon in regards to the powers/Avatar aspect but I'll let you know whenever I decide. Steven is still an alter, Marc still has DID, and assume Marc and Jake are around and know what Steven is getting up to.

It’s not like you were looking for someone when you visited the museum that day. Typically, when you do look for a new baby, you go through the regular channels. Word of mouth, the specific sites—the free ones and the paid ones. You’ve never just seen someone out in the world and thought Them.

It just wasn’t something that was done. It wasn’t something that you do. There’s no way to vet someone you met in person, and you don’t conveniently have all their personal details laid out in a neat format sent directly to you with the results of their background check.

You always thought picking someone you met randomly was a bad idea despite the fact that you haven’t exactly heard horror stories from others in these circles. You suppose it comes to the arrangement being based on trust. And you don’t exactly trust most people.

That is until you laid eyes on Steven, the slightly mousy yet also impertinent gift shop clerk.

You walked into the gift shop looking for a bottle of water. You had spent the last couple of hours wandering the Ancient Egyptian exhibit and needed a break before walking through the rest of the exhibits on display. You don’t know when you’ll next make it to the National Art Gallery, so you figured you’d make a day of it since you didn’t have any meetings to attend or calls to make.

You aren’t exactly impressed with the man when you first walk in. In an attempt to help another customer, he bumped into one of the displays and knocked down some of the figurines, smashing them on the floor.

“I’m so sorry!” he says, falling to his knees to start cleaning up his mess while the woman he was speaking to takes her child by the arm and steps away. But then he seems to change his mind and stands again. Looking over the display, he grabs one of the surviving figurines. “Here, this one’s perfectly fine.”

“That’s okay. I think he changed his mind,” the woman says, gesturing to her son. She then quickly leaves the shop without buying anything.

The man sighs, his shoulders dropping as he sets the figurine down and mutters himself. He then walks away from the mess on the floor to the back room.

When he’s out of sight, you step up to the display. Broken pieces of several figurines depicting a bird of some sort stare up at you helplessly.

You pick up one that appears intact, examining it. Although you just came from the Ancient Egyptian exhibit, you can’t tell which god the white plaster bird is meant to be. To you, it’s simply a bird of prey; its sharp beak and talons give it away, but it lacks any particular godly features.

Finding no fault other than that it’s a rather generic figurine, you set it back on the display with the other surviving merchandise. You’re about to pick up another from the floor, hoping to make the clerk’s job a little easier, when a voice stops you.

“Oh, no, you don’t need to do that.” It’s the clerk, having returned with a broom and dustpan in hand without you noticing.

“Thought you could use a hand, is all,” you say, smiling at him as you step away from the pile of broken figurines.

The man stares at you for a moment, frozen, giving you time to study him.

Curly hair falling over his forehead, large, dark eyes, clean-shaven, and baggy clothes that don’t quite fit him properly.

Your eyes catch his name tag.

Steven.

All of a sudden, the man—Steven seems to flinch. You see a slight flush to his cheeks before he tilts his head down, hiding his face from view.

“Sorry,” he says as he starts to sweep up bits of several birds, though you’re not sure what he’s apologizing for. “Let me just clean this up, and I’ll be right with you.”

“Thank you,” you say as you wander away to look at the other souvenirs on display. You keep glancing at Steven, though, finding your interest piqued by him.

“Make a mess again, Stevie?” a woman calls as she walks into the shop.

“You know that’s not my name, Donna,” he says as the woman walks past him into the back room. He follows, though he doesn’t look happy about it.

Steven comes back quickly, now missing the broom and dustpan, and when he spots you, the tension drains out of him, if only slightly.

“Sorry about that. Do you need help with anything?” He steps close to you, though still far enough away to maintain a respectful distance.

You just need your water, and you’ll be back out in the museum in no time. With your tight schedule, you shouldn’t waste a minute if you want to actually enjoy all the exhibits. But something in you, something about Steven, makes you stay.

“Actually, I wanted to ask,” you start as you lead Steven back to the display of figurines. “Who is this even supposed to be? It doesn’t look like one of the gods.” You point to the birds he knocked down.

“Horus, if you can believe it.” He scoffs as if personally offended. “Honestly, I wouldn’t look for anything in this shop to be all that accurate,” he whispers conspiratorially.

“The gift shop in a popular museum can’t even be bothered to pay for accuracy?” you ask, even though you’re not surprised. The best way for businesses to make quick profit is to sell cheap products for far more than they’re worth.

Steven steps closer, keeping his voice low, not wanting to be overheard.

“My manager, Donna.” He gestures toward the backroom with a jerk of his head. “She’s in charge of ordering everything. When I saw she had picked out these, I tried telling her how inaccurate they were, that nobody would know who it was and have no reason to buy them. All she said was, ‘Nobody’s going to care, Stevie.’” He raises the pitch of his voice, a mocking impression of the woman in the other room.

“But you care.” It’s easy to see how much he does. Not everyone would get so worked up over an overpriced souvenir at a museum gift shop.

“Of course I do!” Steven says emphatically. “It’s why I work here. Well, not here here. Can’t say the gift shop is my favorite, but the museum—” He suddenly stops, cutting himself off as he stares at you.

You would think you’ve done something wrong, except all you’ve done is smile at him, the expression still on your face even now. Then you notice Steven is flushed again, and you can’t help but be pleased at the sight.

“Sorry, I’m just talking your ear off. You should have stopped me,” Steven says with an awkward laugh.

“I don’t mind listening to you speak.” The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. Usually, you’re in better control of yourself, your words. You have to be.

Thankfully, Steven doesn’t find your honesty off-putting as some others have. He laughs again, this time with disbelief and a smile playing on his lips.

“You’re just saying that,” he says.

“You’re getting paid to sell things, Stevie, not to stand around flapping your lips,” Donna says as she walks out of the backroom, a box of merchandise in her arms to restock one of the shelves lining the walls.

“But I am getting paid to be nice to the customers, yeah?” Steven replies. Donna only rolls her eyes, a look he copies when she turns in the other direction.

You like seeing that he isn’t cowed by his frankly rude manager, even if he can’t exactly square up to her, not without likely risking his job.

What’s he like outside the gift shop when he doesn’t have to hold back? When he can say what he wants without being afraid of offending someone?

You push the thought away. You shouldn’t be thinking like that. Thoughts along those lines should be reserved for people you’ve properly vetted.

“Sorry about her. She’s…” Steven whispers, trailing off when he can’t find anything charitable to say.

“A bitch?” you supply. You don’t have to worry about offending Donna.

“Keep your voice down!” he half-heartedly scolds, placing a hand on your arm as he tries to suppress a grin. “I’m not saying you’re wrong, but I’d rather not get caught, thank you.”

You’re about to say something else when Steven’s face falls, horror replacing the glee. He quickly snatches his hand away, stepping back as he realizes how close he is to you.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—” He gestures to your arm but quickly drops his hand as if afraid he’ll touch you again.

“It’s okay,” you assure him. “I didn’t mind.” You would have minded if it had been any other man, but Steven…

Stop it.

“You’re sure?” he asks tentatively, looking like a puppy about to be told he’s a good boy, eyes lit up hopefully.

You can feel yourself starting to burn with an overwhelming want.

“Absolutely,” you say, and Steven sighs in palpable relief.

“Oh, good. Still sorry, though. For not thinking and all.”

And though you tried to deny it, you can’t stop thinking that Steven…could be fun. Something alights in you the more you look at him. The different sides you’ve already seen. His helpfulness, his genuine interest, and knowledge about the place he works. The roll of his eyes and complaints about a manager. A man who’ll snark back, but only just enough to keep from getting into trouble. How he spoke to you as if you were friends before the slight mortification hit, and he realized the two of you are nothing but strangers.

You recognize something in him, and it makes you want him. Want to lavish him with affection and praise and gifts. Want him to give that same affection back to you. You want him on your arm. You want to play with him, see what makes him tick.

You want to give him all you’ve never had.

You shouldn’t think about him like this, not when you don’t know anything about him.

But you know enough. Enough to intrigue you. And he intrigues you more than any of the others you’ve been with. None of them have sparked this deep desire, not so instantaneously, not until they worked out exactly what you wanted and played that role. They weren’t like this naturally.

They weren’t like you.

But it has to be a no. You can’t. You have rules.

And yet…

You glance at your watch, the thin band flashing gold on your wrist, the crystal face sparkling up at you in the light.

“I have to get going,” you say regretfully, and Steven looks slightly disappointed. You want to keep talking to him and wipe that look from his face. You have to force yourself to take a step back.

“But I’ll see you around, Stevie.” You’re practically possessed as the nickname rolls from your lips, even though you know, based on his interaction with Donna, that he doesn’t like it.

You just need to see that fire. Need to know what it’s like when it’s directed at you.

“It’s Steven, actually,” he corrects with a slight annoyance that he tries to cover with a smile. He even taps his name tag a little more forcefully than he needs to, as if to make sure you get the point. He may like you well enough to have a chat, but he won’t put up with things that displease him, either.

Oh, he will be so much fun.

You try to smile sweetly at him, but it feels more like a predatory grin spreading across your face. “Sorry. See you around, Steven.”

#moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight fanfic #x reader #sugar series

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murkycran · 9 months ago

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Staticmoth/Voxval Fic Rec List

Welcome to my Staticmoth/Voxval Fic Rec List! :D

I will keep updating this periodically as I read more fics, so feel free to check back every once and a while! I'll reblog it when I update it, plus make a note with the date at the top. Trust me, this is by no means a complete list; there's fics I still want to add to this that I just haven't gotten to yet. I just decided to go ahead and post it anyways, because if I kept waiting until I ran out of fics to rec I'd probably be working on this forever.

These are not in any particular order; I'm going by both my Bookmarks list on AO3 and my memory of fics I forgot to bookmark. I also tried to make notes on what fics were written before season 1 released, but I might have missed some, so keep that in mind.

Please let me know if any links don't work!

✨Before you proceed:✨ read the tags on these fics if you decide to read them. Many of them have heavy material - no surprise given the fandom, but still, felt like this needed said. On that note, there's also fics with explicit material and some fics are straight up PWP. Again, read at your own risk/heed the tags.

Fic Rec List Masterpost

Radiostatic Fic Rec List

Misc. Vox Fic Rec List

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Freak-A-Zoid by Femalefonzie

Summary: A shortage of suppressants in Hell means that Vox is going to be enduring a heat for the first time in years. Who better than the Vees' resident pimp to help him through it? Afterall, the last thing they need is for someone to complicate the situation with "feelings" and Val was the best at keeping love and lust separate. Until now.

TLDR; Valentino plays himself.

Notes: SO FUCKING FUNNY. Cannot read this in public bc I laughed too much. Val and Vox are both idiots. Perhaps the most human depiction of them that I've seen, especially during sex. Neither of them are suave or coordinated, but by god are they trying.

system takeover by Subedarling

Summary: Velvette has never been the type to play hero. But when a mysterious new player enacts a dangerous plot to usurp the Vees' power, taking her two idiots hostage in the process, that's exactly where she finds herself. Now she has no choice but to go on an impromptu rescue mission, maintain the facade that everything is fine to the outside world, and prove why she's the backbone of the Vees—and she hasn't even had her morning coffee yet.

Vox and Val are going to owe her so hard after this.

Notes: Technically Velvette-centric but I'm including it anyway bc it does have Staticmoth; found family. She's so badass in this, I love it. The Staticmoth is very sweet. :3

even if i quit there's not a chance in hell i'd stop by Subedarling

Summary: Valentino stretches his arms over his head as he enters the kitchen, yawning. His robe is hanging loosely around him, and God, if Vox were to run his hand down his chest he could probably count all his ribs. He stops short when he sees the plates waiting for him on the counter. His eyes narrow. “The hell is this?”

“You know, most people would say thank you when their partner makes them breakfast,” Vox says dryly.

Notes: Very tender. A good kind of hurt. Deals with ED.

Parvulus by Heliosolar

Summary: Vox woke up to something... unusual. Terrifying, even. He calls Valentino, desperate for the help.

Valentino is, of course, irresponsible, and Vox is exhausted.

He just wanted to get through the day like normal, why did this have to happen?

Notes: Written before season 1. The art of Tiny Vox is not linked, but I've seen it before and it is SO CUTE. If anyone has a link, please share with me so I can link it here!

A Wager of Desire by Heliosolar

Summary: Valentino and Vox have a small dispute over something meaningless, so they make a bet.

Vox has to last an entire dinner while at Valentino's mercy.

What could go wrong?

Notes: Written before season 1 release. One of the first Staticmoth fics I read. :)

Venenum by Heliosolar

Summary: During an uneventful meeting, Vox makes the mistake of stealing a drink from Valentino.

Notes: Written before season 1 release.

Getting Railed (By Child Support) by Charnel_Goat, spappest

Summary: The female of several species can store sperm for many years prior to using it to fertilize her eggs. As it turns out, spider trains do this too.

Decades after their romantic fallout, Overlord Choo Choo Charles is knocking on Val's door to demand he take responsibility for the results. By way of kidnapping his boyfriend to lure him to his den.

Notes: One of the crackiest fics I've ever read. Vox is an idiot with a horrible sense of self-preservation and Val fucks a spider train without birth control. Just...read it, okay? I literally cannot think about this fic without giggling like an idiot every time.

Beautiful Monster by IceBlueButterfly

Summary: “You’re late,” is the first thing that comes out of Vox’s mouth.

That sharp smile somehow grows wider.

“I believe the term is ‘fashionably late’ baby,” a smooth voice with a light Spanish accent replies.

Which… okay if Vox is being honest, is kind of hot.

Screen heating up a little more, Vox shoots a bored look.

“Or just late,” he snips back. “Oh well,” he claps his hands. “Doesn’t matter, you ready to get down to business?”

“Oh baby,” a bright gleam in even brighter eyes, “I’m always ready to get down.”

Vox is already regretting this decision.

OR Moments in time throughout Vox and Val's relationship. Vox may have no idea what the moth demon will bring to his life, but neither does Val.

Notes: A very nice exploration of how Vox and Valentino's relationship evolves.

Only a Shadow by passthevoxcord

Summary: Vox shows up on the hotel’s doorstep with no memory of how he got there or who he is. They agree to house and heal him, and slowly but surely he finds joy in becoming better. Then Valentino shows up and is forced to choose between self-altering addiction and the closest he’s ever come to love.

Meanwhile, Velvette has a new potion brewing, one that will grant her more power than the Vees ever had. Only Vox and Val can stop her, but will goodness really overcome evil? Or will they be only a shadow of their former selves?

Notes: The Voxval is currently toxic and only just now being touched on in Chapter 9 of the fic; I say 'currently' because the author explains in the AN of the first chapter that both Vox and Val will go through some "self-discovery and healing". Seriously, just read it. It's very good!!

You Found Me by passthevoxcord

Summary: Long before Velvette came along, it was just them. Vox and Valentino. Valentino and Vox.

Notes: Includes some interesting headcanons for Vox and Val.

Virtual Reality by passthevoxcord

Summary: Vox gets tired of his cybernetic biology being a barrier to his sex life, so he starts a new project to fuck Valentino in VR. Val will try anything once, but he has something else in mind.

Notes: Surprisingly sweet. ^_^

Muted by passthevoxcord

Summary: Val helps a nonverbal Vox deal with sensory overload.

Notes: Sweet and tender. :)

Freaky Friday by passthevoxcord

Summary: Vox and Val wake up stuck in the other’s body, but it’s no big deal because they both know how easy the other has it. Right?

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Sweet take on the different challenges Vox and Val face in their daily lives.

Something Akin To Love Series by Awesome_Possum

Summary: Vox's taste in partners is delightfully self-destructive and that's an itch Valentino is more than happy to scratch.

It's not safe or sane, and whether or not it's technically consensual is heavily up to interpretation, but what they have is probably something akin to love.

A collection of StaticMoth fics set in generally the same continuity.

Valentino is awful and Vox is unfortunately really really into that because a control freak in the streets is a masochist in the sheets.

Notes: Has 2 parts, both very much worth reading. Very funny, lol. Vox is in a hell of his own making but enjoying it at the same time.

Update Prescription by innerfray

Summary: Vox tricks Valentino into getting his eyes checked. They're forced to confront the nature of their partnership.

Notes: One of my favorite Staticmoth oneshots. Felt like an interesting take on Val's blindness. Angst so good...

Like Moth to a Flame (Or to a Bright Blue Screen) by datweirdo

Summary: Valentino is a moth after all

Notes: Cute and funny!!! "You fucking murdered him" lmao

30 Decibels by Shortsighted_Owl

Summary: Somewhere, under the low humming of the monitors, the quiet gurgling of replacement coolant being piped into Vox body, a new noise - dry, yet somehow viscerally wet, and so very soft - made itself known, but only just.

And Valentino almost missed it. - After a fight with Alastor, Valentino watches vigil over Vox’s broken form.

(What if Vox still has organic vocal cords, and after a fight with Alastor, the synthesiser he uses to amplify his voice is destroyed. What if Valentino hears Vox’s real voice for the first time?)

Notes: Heed the tags, there is in fact body horror lol. Sweet but mildly horrific. <3

Priest, mailman, cruise captain or chef? by Destabilize

Summary: Inspired by Vox's outfits in Stayed Gone - Val and Vox try out some kinky stuff with a priest outfit, to mixed success.

Ah ha!” Val squealed with delight, wine glass drained and thrown on a sofa, “This!” Val was standing proudly by the wardrobe holding up a long red robe with a hat and some kind of sash. Vox scowled, “Is that a fucking priest outfit?”

“Si! Isn’t it fun- it’s in your colors too!”

“You wanna be a priest?”

“No baby! You be a priest and I can,” Val sidled up and leaned down, puffing some smoke in Vox’s face, snaking an arm around his waist, “lead you astray...”

Notes: Surprisingly cute and funny! Vox fails epically at roleplay and it is hilarious.

riding out the drop by spoondrifts

Summary: Like he’d said before, killing Alastor was Vox’s kink, not his. He had been prepared to sit back and enjoy the temporary chaos until Vox got over himself.

What he hadn’t accounted for was the possibility that Vox was exactly as obsessive, bitter, and desperate for Alastor’s acknowledgement now as he had been seven years ago. Distance hadn’t made the heart grow fonder: distance had made a highly detailed revenge scrapbook complete with a conspiracy corkboard done up in red string.

Or: Valentino gets fed up with Vox's fixation on the radio demon. They fuck about it.

Notes: Features (sex favorable) asexual!Vox! :D (I lowkey headcanon him as ace ever since the "better than sex" comment)

Featherstone by spoondrifts

Summary: “To me,” Vox told the baby, “it seems like bad parenting to leave your helpless kid for a whole month with two unstable psychopaths and their parole officer. But hey. Who am I to judge.”

No intelligent reply was forthcoming.

Or: not-so accidental baby acquisition, starring the three least responsible idiots this side of the Pentagram.

Notes: Big Vees as family vibes. Wish so desperately this was canon.

vark attack by tarltonnnnn

Summary: Valentino has to petsit Vark for a day. Chaos ensues.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Vark is a big dumb (and very cute) baby.

Unplugged by pinkpunchy

Summary: Vox looks like he’s going to vomit. Valentino frowns.

“For the one who suggested this, you’re being a real pussy.”

“Fuck you! Just give me a sec.” Vox spits out, muttering darkly as he adjusts his shoulders on the pillows, trying to arrange his body for the moment he loses all function. Valentino, despite his impulsive nature, waits patiently. His manicured nails drag along the spot where cable and port connect, thumb smoothing up and down the flat surface surrounding it. Vox’s breath is coming faster now, not slower, something Valentino is tuned into as naturally as his own breathing.

“Hey.”

A large hand grasps a corner of Vox’s screen, tilting it up and putting an immediate stop to his fidgeting. Valentino smiles, red eyes narrowed to slits.

“Do you trust me?”

Notes: Sex as a...trust exercise? Lol I'm joking, but seriously. Sweet and hot at the same time.

Electric Desires: Lust, Power, and Unspoken Longings in Hell by Dani69696969

Summary: Vox is starting to get fed up with Angel Dust being the only thing Val talks about when Vox is right there, ripe for the taking. Inspired by Vox looking happy that Angel might have quit in Episode 2.

Notes: Very sweet. Plot with porn. :)

The Art of Pimping by MarenRose

Summary: Desperate to close a deal with one of the most lucrative investors in Pride, Vox does the unthinkable and pimps out Valentino for a one-time date. What could go wrong?

Notes: Vox's jealousy and possessiveness really brings out his stalker side in this lmao. Vox is a little pathetic and that makes his jealousy all the more funny to me. :D

Welcome to VoxTek Enterprises! by MarenRose

Summary: Subsequently, Valentino, of all people, has become the office’s saving grace.

(A series of VoxVal ficlets through the eyes of Vox’s assistant)

Notes: Pretty funny! Vox's assistants are really going through it. One of the tags is "Imagine being happy to see Valentino" lol.

(Fic rec list to be continued)

#hazbin hotel #staticmoth #voxval #hazbin vox #hazbin valentino #fic rec list

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snowblossomreads · 2 months ago

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Day 10 - Lingering Touch

Pairings: Past Sinclair Bryant x OC (Amiee Huang)

Summary: In where Sinclair mulls over lost love.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Angst

A/N: I keep making pupper cry and I'M SORRY 😭😭😭😭😭. I really dont mean it but it hurts when he hurt and i'm like well i have a good prompt so hey 😭😭 I'm sorry sweet pupper boi. (also yes it's sinclair again and yes he will show up again i'm not sorry)

Based on The Art of Entangled Hearts (which is currently in construction lol)

Almost six months had passed since the last time Sinclair had seen, and lost the person he knew would forever be the love of his life. Summer had melted into autumn and autumn into winter.

Yet, his heart was still broken and his thoughts in shambles, which was a wholly new experience for him.

Everyone could see it. From his coworkers who noticed how blue he was whenever he came in, to his friends, and even his cousin, who had called wanting to talk business and any trends Sinclair had caught sight of at his work.

That discussion took a turn, when he let out a weary sigh, after giving the man on the other end of the phone very nonchalant answers. Which was again, very out of character for the normally chatty man.

How could he be normal, when the only person who ever made him feel that way, was thousands of miles away across the ocean?

"Sinclair, listen to me." The frustrated sigh of his cousin made him want to hang up the phone immediately, as he knew a lecture was incoming and he really wasn't all that interested in hearing what the man had to say about his love life.

But being who he was, he didn't.

"You have to get over her. It's been months, and she’s gone while you're here moping and making everyone around you suffer from the dramatics. People break up all the time, and I think it is time you at least attempt to move on."

"No."

"What was that?"

Sinclair's brows furrowed downward at his cousin's words, a glass of mulled wine in his hand that he had been swirling around, as he stared at a little handmade painting that sat on his coffee table. Splashes of pinks, blues, and greens, decorated the small canvas creating a beautiful pond with flowers floating peacefully in it. Another touch of hers that lingered around his flat. One that had so many little trinkets lying around yet felt so empty without her.

"I said no Lionel." Sinclair repeated, his tone taking on a harsher sound than he wanted, but could care less to correct it as he took a sip of his wine. The flavor was duller than he remembered and unappetizing just like his life for the past months. "You're acting like I haven't tried to move on but I can't…I just can't."

"You can't? Or you won't," Lionel asked, his voice leaking exasperation and annoyance at what he deemed to be his cousin's dramatics over a girl. "You dated her for what? A year? And you're acting like you've spent all your life with her."

Oh, if only he knew.

"Two actually."

"Okay two," Lionel repeated, doing so in a way, that Sinclair could tell was paired with rolled eyes, without even seeing the man on the other side of the phone. "Which is the same amount of time you dated some of the other girls," he pointed out correctly. "Yet when you broke up with them you were quick to rebound. So, forgive me if I don't understand what was so special about this one girl when there are plenty-"

"Because I was going to marry her!"

Sinclair exploded, having enough of his cousin’s lecture, and slamming the glass he had down on the table with so much force, that it was a miracle it didn't shatter, as its contents splashed around violently, some of it even spilling onto the tabletop. But he could care less. It was a constant lately. Him just not caring.

The line went quiet on the other end.

"I-I loved her, I still love her, you don't understand Li!" Sinclair sobbed out as he smacked his chest with a closed palm, his voice hoarse as he tried to hold back the tears that burned in his eyes. "Every time I close my eyes and try to sleep I see her! Her smiling at me and laughing and she made me feel normal!" His voice cracked and went higher with each word as his throat constricted and his grip on the phone receiver tightened.

"I could actually think clearly when she was around, and she listened to me Li, she listened and genuinely wanted to know what I had to say. I know I talk a lot because I know no one is listening to me but she did!" He choked out before devolving suddenly into a fit of painful sobs. "She listened to me Li. She listened…."

His words trailed off, and the tears he had been holding back finally broke at the thought of Amiee and just how much he cared and loved her. She was everything to him, someone he could confide in with ease. Someone he could just be with, and not worry if she truly loved him because the way she would look at him told him everything he needed to know.

She treated him so gently even though he knew her life hadn't been that way, and it just made his heart ache so much. He had her so much love, he still did, but she was gone and he would probably never see her again.

Never love someone like he loved her.

What was his life without her? His best friend? His Amiee.

After what felt like hours, his sobs turned into hiccups and little sniffles as he tried to regain his composure. Almost embarrassed for his sudden outburst on the phone. Which made him all the more surprised, when he realized that Lionel was still on the phone with him during the entire thing.

"Li…?" He sniffled, wiping his face with the back of his jumper sleeve.

"When are you coming back to London Clair?"

Sinclair paused mid-wipe of his nose just to stare at the phone in confusion. Well, that was an odd thing to ask right after he just had a mental breakdown on the phone.

"W-what?"

"Tsk, answer the question we don't have all day," Lionel sighed on the other end.

"I-I don't know, probably spring next year after we close this project out," he sputtered out, still so puzzled that he didn't even know how to feel because what? "I think mum wanted me to come to France with her for her friend's vineyard opening or something after I'm done here so maybe even later?"

"Oh no that won't do at all that's far too long from now," Lionel announced, and Sinclair could hear some papers being shuffled around in the background, making him wonder if he was still at the office.

"What won't do Li, I'm sorry can you please explain? Even with all the thoughts that swirl in my head I'm very confused."

Another long sigh came from the other end before Lionel spoke. "What I mean to say, is that next spring is far too long, I'm coming to you. Tonight. And you better let me in."

"You? Come to Manchester?" Sinclair balked, before devolving into a fit of laughter ignoring the protesting coming from the other end. "Lionel Shahbandar in Manchester? Is the world ending because the last thing you told me is you'd never be caught dead in the North! What's changed all of a sudden?"

"Well pardon me if I'm only trying to make sure my cousin doesn't do something idiotic because he's so torn up by a woman!" Lionel huffed causing Sinclair's lips to twitch upward. "Is this how I'm repaid by trying to be nice? See this is why I don't even try!"

Listening to Lionel gripe about being nice and then being made fun of, Sinclair shook his head, a tiny smile on his lips. One that wasn't forced like he found himself doing so often nowadays. His eyes and head hurt from the crying, and his heart was still in pain but at least he had someone. Even if that someone was his cousin, who when it came to love wasn't the most talented in it either.

Still…it was nice.

"Thanks Li," Sinclair spoke, causing a pause on the other end of the line. A pleased hum came from Lionel's side at the gratitude he was being shown.

"Yes, yes, I'll be there at a quarter till 7 I'll have my jet drop me off at the airport there and come around."

"You know those are terrible for the environment! You could make the trip here by car multiple times and you would still use less fuel than just on trip Lionel!"

"Duly noted, I will see you later, good bye!"

"Lionel!"

Before he could get another word in, Lionel had already hung up with a click, causing the line to go dead and leaving Sinclair with a frown. He stared at the phone a moment longer before hanging up, sinking into the sofa and letting his mind and eyes wander.

Each area in his flat that his eyes were drawn to as they wandered, lay a touch of her that lingered still. From a beautiful purple orchid, that was sat on his dining table that she had taken such good care of, which he was also trying to do the same with, but was finding difficult to because of how delicate they were.

Like love he thought.

Two of course, her little painting on his coffee table, and the others hung up in the hallway. God she was so talented, and it made him wish Lionel had gotten to meet Amiee. Granted, maybe not, as he was sure his cousin would make a not-so-subtle dig at the city, and the wrath that he would probably incur would be major.

Smirking to himself, Sinclair shook his head at the image of Amiee in all her 5'3" glory tearing into Lord Lionel Shabandar, who, was a smidge larger than Sinclair. That was another thing he loved about her. Quiet until you got to know her but once she trusted you, a ball of untapped energy that was also quick to defend the people she loved.

Yes, that was his Amiee. His darling, his little love, and he missed her and would continue to do so for years to come until…

"Sin-Sinclair?"

She was still as lovely even after five years apart.

A/N: no matter what :" D they'll always find each other.

#rickmas2024 #sinclair bryant #sinclair bryant x oc #sinclair x amiee #alan rickman character #close my eyes #blossom writes

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skelleste · 1 year ago

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2023 Art Summary

Some of the many things I worked on over the past 365 days. More details below.

Happy New Year!

Just like last year, 2023 was full of even more character art, including a brand spanking new OC. You haven't seen much of the comic yet, because it's not done, but there's been progress on that in the background as well. I also started commissions last March. None are featured in this post so I could focus more on original art, but I wanted to give a special thank-you to all my past commissioners. Not a single one of you were a customer service nightmare, in fact it was quite the opposite. I appreciate everyone who's been kind enough to give me work and treat me well.

The rest of this post is going to be some of my favorite pieces by month, and a little about them. I usually spare my followers from most details in my posts, because there's often not much of interest to the public to say, so this is mostly self indulgent.

January

I decided to revisit Tom and Maudlin, as I hadn't drawn them much since creating them. Whenever I make a new character of importance, I try to go out of my way to put them in varied poses and expressions so that I am able to understand how their bodies work by the time I need them for a real project. It's also a great way to explore their personalities, although I feel that I'll have to push Tom's emotional side more in the future.

February

Props for the comic! It sucks to have to design things on the fly, so it helps to have notable objects designed beforehand. Especially if it's important to the plot. Some of these appear in more panels than others, but it smooths out the comic process nevertheless to have ample references on hand.

March

More character designs to spare me from designing mid-comic production. If they don't have lines in the comic, then I ask random people to assign names to them to make it fun, and because it's easier to keep straight who's who when they're not named Man 1 and Man 2. Left to right, they are Johnifer (you can already see why I name the ones with dialogue myself), Wanda, Jean Vincent, Booker, Charles, Maribelle, and Gertrude.

April

It'd be silly of me to pretend as if 90% of my output isn't shitposts. When you dedicate most of your art time to a project, then you're not going to end up making any other art unless you satisfy primitive monkey brain somehow. In my case, that's usually addressed by drawing funny shit. Early this year is when I discovered how easy it is to crack jokes with Scatterbrain. This goofiness is now embedded into her personality permanently. Expect more of this.

May

April-June is when I do my Art Fight preppin', which usually consists of me making a list of my most neglected OCs and giving them some attention. I also try to get around to eventually making all of them a reference sheet in this style, just so they have something standardized between them. This year, Walla Walla had her turn. She's a shitpost character, so I won't be drawing her much again, but she's a good excuse to draw some J-fashion doodles. My interests outside of cartoon stupidity don't really make it into my art often, so she's a minor outlet for some of it.

June

I've made even more character designs this year than last year, but they were all background characters, making Raoul the only new important one. He's been officially-unofficially written into the story since 2022, but it's very hard for me to make OCs that are written before they are designed. Everyone else was designed first and assigned a role in the plot later, so he got put off for a good while. I finally got around to it though, after I killed some darlings. He is now an all-new species, and I modified the chain design to something less clunky compared to what would be historically accurate.

July

July is, of course, Art Fight month. All other art is put on pause. This year, my favorite attack was a drawing of Enchanted Bones for my friend Bugles. I drew the character independently from the background, which is why the lighting situation is as unfortunate as it is, but we don't talk about that. Thank you to everyone who attacked me and made awesome art, I'll revenge you maybe in a few years. Sorry for the wait, but the backlog is mighty long.

August

Stanson got a slight redesign in the last year, so he can fit with the style of the comic better. He's actually the oldest character out of the bunch. I had no purpose for Scott when I made him and threw them together in the same folder. I had a few one-off designs that I figured I'd keep around in case I ever did an OCT, but these two got yoinked out of it when I started getting story ideas for the them. Stanson is a cowboy (not really), so it became a western setting to make sense of it. I plan on giving him the same sketchpage treatment the other characters have gotten, but I've been putting it off purposely for a while. You'll just have to wait.

September

And there it is, the inevitable page of Raoul getting into various mischief (and subsequently getting his ass beat half of the time). He has a very abrasive personality that gets him into trouble. I don't want the comic to be heavily action-based, but he naturally lands himself in these positions and it lets me draw characters in new situations. His introduction to the story is still a long way off at this point, but I can't wait to pit him against Scott in some slapstick shenanigans.

October

Spooky month is incredibly busy for me in real life, so there isn't as much time for art as I'd like there to be. That's why I dedicated all my time that month to trying to get Halloween art done in time. I've been a fan of Homestar Runner since childhood, and as soon as I thought that Raoul would pull off a Jigen Daisuke look, I knew I wanted to do a full Homestar-esque set of costumes. The other ideas quickly fell into place. My version came out way more detailed than theirs usually are though. The spirit of Halloween possessed me.

November

I started going full gear on the comic around this time (I think 28 hours in one week when I stayed home), so there's an absence of polished personal art here. Scatterbrain eating some spaghetti is my placeholder art for "I worked on a website a bunch instead". It's far from done, but I've made major strides since then.

December

A secret santa gift for my friend, Toby! I continued doing mostly comic work, but I also made room for a secret santa and scheduled a bunch of art trades to complete between December and March. The rest still have to be completed, so you'll see that throughout 2024. Anyway, Toby's OC, Thomas, is based on the state of Michigan. I plastered him on a postcard in front of a highway sign with some Robins because they're the state bird.

There were many more drawings of course, and you can find them scrolling through my Tumblr, or on my DeviantART (I switched to Tumblr as my main site in late August). I hope the new year brings many improvements and happiness for everyone. Last year my goal was simply to start on the comic, which I did, but it was also to get it uploadable, which I didn't. I'm gonna have to aim for the same goal again. Life things were largely fine but still tumultuous enough to throw me off-course, but now my most dangerous family member has moved out and it should be somewhat safer to live here. Not 100% safe though. It never will be. I generally avoid talking about the comic extensively as I won't have a solid release date for some time, so this is the last you'll hear of it for now outside of the rare WIP screenshot. Wish me luck and have a wonderful new year!

#art #artists on Tumblr #Happy New Year #long post #art summary #2023 summary #summary of art #summary of art 2023

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hiddenendings · 1 year ago

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i confuse instinct with desire - isn't bite also touch? (Blanktember Day 22)

A/N: This is meant for Day 22 of Blanktember and I just forgot when day I was supposed to upload it! I wrote this a very long time ago for @quicken-silver and I am now posting it here for you all to hopefully enjoy! If you haven't read "eat your heart out" yet then I HIGHLY recommend it. It's still a work-in-progress, but goddamn is it good. (As well as all of their other works. Go read them! Also, check out some art Ventigh did for this same AU for "eat your heart out" it's so good!! I took the title directly from their post, so, uh, hope you don't mind ventigh!!)

Summary: After a long separation, Ingo and Emmet, along with their deamons, have finally been reunited. Ingo wants Emmet to feel just how much they missed him.

[title and deamon names+AU inspired/taken from quickensilver's "eat your heart out"]

Notes: Post-PLA reuinon with the twins being in an established relationship before the separation. Deamons!AU

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50293963

Check out my writing commission info here!

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[Setting: Quicken-Silver’s “eat your heart out” AU. Daemon!Blankshipping in Hisui with Emmet having found Ingo a few days ago and the two are now waiting for Akari/Rei to finish the Pokedex and go home. It is winter and Ingo, Emmet, and their Daemons are in Ingo's tent in the Highlands. It is night and a snowstorm has begun.]

Carefully shutting the door, Ingo made sure any seams were tightly sealed before he shook his head. "It looks like the storm might be worse than initially expected. It's possible we'll be here for a day or two until the cliffs are safe to travel again." Turning to look back at everyone, Ingo saw Sayoko and Jayla gleefully chasing each other around the tent and over furniture and causing a ruckus — not that Ingo could blame either of them. He hadn't seen Jayla so lively in years, although he supposed much could be said for himself as well.

Thankfully all of their pokemon were resting in their pokeballs, not willing to deal with the cold. Much of the same could be said of his brother, who was sitting on the bed and whining loudly, “Why is it so cold! You said this was the Highlands, not the Icelands. I am Emmet and it is cold.”

“I told you it was still cold up in the mountains,” Ingo said, more amused than frustrated. It was so nice to see his baby brother squirming around on his bed and whining and complaining, playing up the act of brat even with flushed cheeks and breathless little giggles that slipped out between words.

If he had any doubt of Emmet’s true good mood, they were wiped away as he saw Sayoko trill in delight, her and Jayla tumbling past in a mix of fur and feathers.

“Big brother doesn’t care anymore,” Emmet ‘huffed,’ trying to hide his grin behind the Pearl Clan hoodie Ingo had given him to stay warm. There was something overwhelmingly nice about Emmet tucked away in Ingo’s clothing and Ingo’s bed and looking at him with those flustered cheeks and dazzling eyes. “He’s going to leave us to freeze, Sayoko!”

As if to spite him, Sayoko wiggled her way under Jayla, poking out from under warm fur and purring loud enough to drown out the howling winds outside. Ingo felt as if the snow and wind could never touch him again as his baby brother collapsed into giggles and shouted about his ‘traitorous daemon.’

Shaking his head, Ingo moved to tend to the fire. As reluctant as he was to look away from Emmet’s warmth and joy, he’d rather his baby brother stay warm. It would only get colder as the night went on, after all, and Emmet deserved to be comfortable and frankly, in Ingo’s opinion, pampered, after all he had gone through.

Getting ready to stand back up, Ingo froze, almost literally, as two hands wiggled under his tunic and undershirt and pressed against the bare skin of his back. Really, they were less hands and more blocks of ice. “See! I told you it was cold, Ingo!” Oh, so baby brother wanted to play the brat, today, huh?

A quick tussle and Ingo managed to get Emmet pinned to the floor, unable to help the twitch of his lips as cackling laughs turned into a breathless whimper that sent Emmet’s cheeks flushing a beautiful pink. While Ingo had only intended to tease Emmet for just a while… it had been so long since he had seen Emmet pinned underneath him and squirming, cheeks flushed pink and giggles tumbling out of him as he cried up at him, “Big brother! You’re being verrry rude!”

“Am I, now?” Ingo’s lips twitched as Emmet quieted down with a small whine, still squirming, but only in a way that drew him in closer, everything about him open and soft and willing-

Ingo glanced up briefly to see Jayla had pinned Sayoko to the ground, paws on both of her wings and tongue lapping at the feathers around her neck. Sayoko was limp and content under her, trills as loud as Jayla’s purrs. At least he wasn’t the only one who had given in.

“Big brother?” Sitting back, and delighting in the whimper that earned him as he pulled away, Ingo let Emmet pout for only a few moments before he was scooping his brother into his arms. A quick readjustment and they were sitting in front of the fireplace, Emmet melting into his arms.

“My baby brother is cold, is he? I suppose I would be irresponsible if I didn’t correct the situation,” Ingo mused, tugging at Emmet’s arms and lifting them into the air until they were straight. Emmet made a questioning noise, starting to lower them before Ingo gripped him harder, something like a growl leaving his throat, “Stay.”

Emmet froze at the same time he went limp, his baby brother loose and willing in his arms, absolute trust in that gaze that looked up at him. “Good,” Ingo chuckled, grinning as Emmet shuddered. “Did baby brother miss hearing his big brother praise him and tell him how much of a good boy he is?”

Oh, it was still so easy to break Emmet down. Still, he had a plan he was intent on fulfilling before he went too far off the tracks. Working his hands under Emmet’s tunic and shirt, Ingo pushed them up until he was pulling them off completely, lowering Emmet’s arms after he did so. “You know, Emmet, there’s a very quick way to get warm. While these clothes can keep in heat, they don’t generate it.” As he spoke, Ingo ran his hands down pink skin that was quickly warming up thanks to the fire they sat in front of. “Fireplaces, however, are very good at warming a body up quickly.”

Ingo took both of their hats off and set them aside with the other clothing, not resisting for even a moment as he nuzzled his way close to Emmet’s scalp. A deep breath brought in the scent of his baby brother, still with that lingering scent of shampoo he always loved using. So long apart and his memories still so scattered and broken and yet that scent… It was so familiar. So good.

Emmet whimpered, Ingo directing himself back onto the tracks as placed a quick kiss to Emmet’s temple. “Of course, it’s no good if the body gets too warm too quickly.” Hands sliding back down Emmet’s body, Ingo lingered in every place he could, rubbing warmth into the shivering body and pausing at places where his sweet baby brother had grown so thin… He would definitely be fixing that.

“So first, we have to remove everything else.” Ingo took his time in divesting Emmet of the rest of his clothes, caressing each inch of skin revealed to him and lingering until he remembered each sensitive spot that turned his baby brother into a squirming, broken mess in his arms. “Big- Big brother please-!” Oh, he had missed that.

“No need to beg, baby brother,” Ingo chuckled, bending down to kiss at the side of Emmet’s neck, the whimper turning into a shocked moan when Ingo bit down. As he did so, he removed the last of the clothing, Emmet naked and warm and excited in his lap. “I’ll give you everything you need, after all.”

Catching a glimpse of Emmet’s hand dropping to touch himself, Ingo’s hands shot out to grab Emmet’s wrists and hold them still. “Relax, baby brother. You were cold, after all, weren’t you?” Ingo chuckled at the whimpering complaint, kissing at Emmet’s temple again.

“This is cruel!” Emmet whined, trying to squirm and move. Ingo didn’t let him, pressing down and curving over him to lock him further in place, tangling their legs together until Emmet’s were pushed down. “Ingo-!”

“I missed you, you know.” Emmet went still in his grasp and Ingo hummed appreciatively, pulling Emmet back into his grip fully, lowering their arms, but still keeping his grip on Emmet’s wrists. “Every day, trying so hard to remember anything about my life, and always feeling such an empty space to my side.”

Emmet managed to squirm enough to look at him properly, face cloaked in understanding and empathy. “I know.” Ah, but of course he knew. Emmet’s side had been empty too, after all. “I know, Ingo.”

“I know you do.” Ingo blew out a sigh, letting the dark feelings go with it. He nuzzled at the side of Emmet’s head, pressing kisses to the skin until he heard giggles. “Almighty Sinnoh I missed you,” Ingo muttered, trailing the kisses down until he was playing with Emmet’s neck, his sweet baby brother groaning and tilting his head to give him even more space. Dragons, he wanted to drive him to ruin.

Emmet had been so good for him, searching and working so hard to find him and tirelessly running forward just to get back to his big brother’s side. He wanted to pay all of that back. He wanted to spoil him. To pamper. To protect. To indulge. He wanted to devour.

“Emmet,” Ingo whispered, pulling Emmet in towards him, always closer, as close as he could get. His clothes were still in the way, but that could come later. To let go of Emmet now would be the end of him. “Emmet.”

“I missed you,” Emmet whimpered, shuddering in his grasp, still so warm and yielding, no defense at all against his big brother’s hungry grasp. He was as pinned beneath him as Sayoko was under Jayla, unable to move and yet there so voluntarily. “I missed you.”

Ingo wanted to tear his baby brother apart. To dig into him and devour every inch, claim him until every part of his sweet baby brother was his. He wanted him limp and crying and collapsed in his grip, dizzy with pleasure and filled with love. Ingo wanted to indulge and there was nothing to hold him back. After all they had been through, after how long Emmet had been kept from him, there was nothing to hold him back.

“I want to feel it.” As soon as Ingo said the words, the desire sunk in with claws and teeth. “I want to feel it,” Ingo repeated, nipping at Emmet’s skin and grinning at the startled whimper. “Let me feel you, darling.” Ingo didn’t bother to raise his voice, feeling the brush of warmth and fur against his back as he simply repeated, “Darling.”

They were both so hungry, and Ingo knew they had reached the very end of whatever patience and propriety they had left as Jayla fluidly twined through their arms and settled in Emmet’s lap.

Emmet gasped and jerked forward, Ingo holding him tightly in place and closing his eyes at the rush that flowed through him. This was no brief touch or loving reunion. This was Emmet squirming and moaning in his grip, euphoria flowing through him as he whimpered and whined and was filled with such love.

Ingo could feel every piece of him, overflowing with love and devotion and desire, a blazing heat that swept through him only to be followed by jolts of lightning, hot flashes of heat and lust and that resounding, echoing call of hunger. His baby brother’s soul was a predator as well, after all.

Ingo loosed his grip on Emmet’s wrists, groaning softly as Emmet shot forward to wrap himself around Jayla, hands burying themselves into her ruff and face burrowing against that warm fur.

His darling ocelot purred and chuckled, pressing closer to their sweet star and licking at the few tears that had rolled down his cheeks. “Oh, my sweet, how we missed you,” she cooed, nuzzling close and letting Ingo feel every scrap of his brother.

“Shall we show you?” Ingo asked, panting around the words and just barely registering how out of breath he was as Emmet only moaned, hands clutching closer at Ingo’s soul. “I want to show you, Emmet. Let me show you. I want you to feel me, baby brother.”

A whisper, the barest edges of a voice, almost lost in the distant howling winds that Ingo had all but forgotten. The softest please.

“Dearest,” Ingo crooned, placing a kiss against that flushed skin that was now so warm and soft. He spoke to both of him, shifting a leg only far enough away to provide a perch. Sayoko was there in a flash, Ingo wasting not even a second as his fingers dug through warm feathers, angelic and soft. He didn’t dare let go of Emmet, his shaking baby brother who was crying and gasping, but he moved enough to bring Sayoko closer. He moved enough to wrap an arm around her, clutching onto her feathers and placing a kiss between her eyes. “Oh dearest,” he whispered softly, just for her. “How we missed you.”

More, Ingo decided. He needed to give them more. Releasing angelic feathers and moving his hand away, Ingo shushed Emmet quickly at the sob that left him. “Just a moment, my love, just a second sweet thing, my dearest star, hold on just a moment.”

Even as he soothed his sweet baby brother down, Ingo was quick to rip off his own shirt and tunic, uncaring for once if anything teared, simply throwing it away before ushering Sayoko closer, letting the sweet thing hop and flap until her talons were braced on his shoulders, her body limp and melting against him, wings touching as much of his skin as she could. So much like her human, he mused.

As soon as she had pressed against him, Emmet had gone just as limp and melting, panting sharply and caught between him and his darling Jayla. “Do you see, baby brother?” Ingo asked, groaning softly at the emotions that flowed through them both, caught and lost equally between breathless purrs and melodic trills. “How much we missed you two? How much we wanted you back.”

He knew what Emmet would feel. He would feel his big brother’s obsession with him, that possessive, protective urge that made him want to lock Emmet away until the world could never find him again. Until he was Ingo’s and only Ingo’s. He knew by the way Jayla had pressed closer, teeth pressed around his neck like she so often did with Sakoyo, this time sharp enough to draw pinpricks of blood. He knew Emmet felt every part of those dark, hungry urges as he gasped and cried out, squirming between them and looking up at Ingo with an expression that was already wrecked. It was wrecked, but it was euphoric, filled with awe and want and the same consuming hunger.

He felt talons dig into his shoulder, piercing the skin and gripping to where it felt like he would never get away — as if he wanted to. The pain was nothing compared to the euphoria that was given to him. He never wanted to leave this spot.

“You found me, baby brother,” Ingo chuckled, hands returning to sliding across warm, flushed skin that now carried a sheen of sweat. He wanted. He wanted. He kissed lightly at the back of Emmet’s shoulder, holding him still as Jayla’s teeth dug in more, pulling out a wailing cry. “And now I won’t let you go.”

He was going to devour.

#blankshipping #blanktember #blanktember day 22 #i had a lot of fun with this when i first wrote it #showed it to silver eons ago and they also enjoyed it so hoping yall will too

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simpforboys · 2 years ago

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Hi! I saw you wanted some Xavier requests.

So here I am with an idea 💡

So basically the reader helps Wednesday investigating and they get to Xavier's shed. He found them and Wednesday comes up with the excuse that the reader wanted to ask him to the Rave'n. A detail is... the reader "hates" him a lot😜🤘

Hope you like the idea. I haven't seen it done yet..🤷🏻‍♀️😂

hardest to love

xavier x fem!addams!reader

summary: after wednesday drags you to xavier’s art shed, you accidentally end up with a date to the rave’n.

warnings: enemies to lovers 🤭, swearing, fluff ending

i made this addams!reader because i thought it fit perfectly, no physical descriptions used tho!

AHHHH I LOVED WRITING THIS I HOPE ITS GOOD

“i cannot believe you dragged me out here.” you rolled your eyes, leaves crunching under your boots.

wednesday had practically begged you to come to xavier’s art shed with her. she insisted he had some sort of connection with the monster she was hunting.

“quit your complaining, it’s giving me a headache. and not the good kind.”

she had picked the lock to the shed and opened the door. you followed after her, seeing hundreds of drawings hung around the room.

“i told you.” wednesday exclaimed, showing off the illustrations of the same monster over and over again, the one wednesday claimed to see the night rowan died.

“this doesn’t make any sense-“

“i think it makes perfect sense. xavier and rowan were roommates, xavier was there the night rowan was attacked.”

as much as you didn’t like xavier, you also didn’t like how wednesday would go around throwing accusations.

you and xavier had immediately got off on the wrong foot. ever since the first day of school, he accidentally made a comment you didn’t like.

the dislike just grew the more he tried to hang around wednesday. you wanted to keep your family safe, much to wednesday’s dismay.

wednesday started gathering some of the drawings to use for evidence. “put them back, wednesday-“

“no. i need these.”

you and wednesday started bickering. all of a sudden, you heard leaves start crunching. “we need to leave.”

you exited the shed and wednesday followed after you. you two tried to silently walk away, but the stupid leaves made it almost impossible.

who the hell makes an art shed in the middle of the woods?

“y/n? wednesday?” xavier called out after you.

the two of you turned around almost instantly. wednesday stuck the drawings behind her back as she pursed her lips.

your stomach flipped with nerves. xavier approached you both suspiciously.

“what are you guys doing here?” he asked.

you were about to speak when wednesday blurted out, “y/n wanted to ask you something.”

“huh?” you said confused, wednesday kicking your leg.

xavier’s eyebrows furrowed at you two.

“about the dance…” wednesday trailed off. it was very difficult for her to hide her amusement at the look on your face.

“right…” you rolled your eyes.

“oh?” xavier smirked.

while you didn’t like xavier, the feeling was one sided. he had tried to apologize multiple times to you, but you never listened.

“are you really going to make me say it?” you asked through gritted teeth, heart pounding in your chest. your hands were shaking.

“oh, absolutely.” xavier grinned.

“w-“ you started. the words just didn’t want to come out of your mouth.

“will…”

“take your time.” wednesday whispered loudly. xavier laughed and you wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“will… y-you… go tothedancewithme?”

you rushed the last part out. you felt like you were going to faint as xavier looked you directly in the eyes.

“i’m sorry, could you repeat that?” xavier teased.

“i’m not repeating it.” you replied in a hostile yet embarrassed tone. your face was extremely hot.

“yes. i thought you’d never ask.”

“neither did i.” you mumbled to yourself.

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you were beyond pissed at wednesday. pissed was an understatement.

“i cannot believe you made me ask! don’t you ever think, wednesday?” you were pacing around your room.

your normal calm nature was completely rattled.

but you weren’t the only one rattled.

xavier couldn’t believe you had asked him to the rave’n. ajax sat on xavier’s bed as xavier paced back and forth.

“i mean- why would she ask me?”

“maybe she secretly likes you, dude.” ajax replied.

xavier kept rambling on about your behavior and how sudden it was.

you were doing the same to wednesday. she was miserable as she wrote her novel.

“as much as i love to hear you in pain, could you please be quiet?”

“no! this is your fault, all because you’re obsessed with some stupid monster.”

“and you’re not obsessed with the idea of xavier thorpe taking you to the rave’n? hmm? don’t even lie, y/n. i see you stare at him in class. your cold demeanor will soon drop.”

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you dreaded the day until the rave’n. what didn’t help, was thing insisted you wear a black gown to stand out.

“why am i even going?” you sighed. you sat on your bed with your head in your hand, staring down at the gorgeous black silk.

thing had even stolen a matching pair of black heels.

“i invited tyler to go with wednesday.” thing signed to you. immediately your mood changed knowing wednesday would be as miserable as you.

thing quickly signed to you to get dressed. you groaned, grabbing the gown and shoes. thing turned around as you slid the silk up your soft legs, a mid-cut v neckline that showed just the slightest cleavage.

you looked in the mirror and couldn’t even deny how good you looked.

thing then motioned for you to sit down. thing then proceeded to fix up your hair and gave you a nice necklace.

“thank you, thing.” you gave the hand a little kiss. thing signed, don’t mention it.

and there was a knock on the door. all the weight of the world just crashed down on you within two seconds.

“shit, shit, shit.” you swore as thing went over to open the door.

you spun around nervously and tried to find a place to hide. “woah.”

you pursed your lips as you turned around slowly. xavier, dressed in all white, looked at you in awe. he was holding a corsage.

“you look-“

“thanks.” you nervously held your hand out and he slipped the corsage on. you couldn’t help but notice his own shaking hands.

you shut the door behind you both. there was an awkward silence as xavier struggled to find something to talk about.

meanwhile, you were struggling to walk in your heels. “you okay?”

xavier motioned to your awkward walk.

“heels are the worst. they torture your feet, and not in a fun way.”

xavier smiled at you, offering his arm.

you hesitantly accepted. when his warm arm met your cold one you both swore some sort of electricity went off.

the walk through the quad was almost embarrassing. the weird looks everyone gave you as you walked with xavier.

it only got worse when you walked into the dance. “you guys look amazing!” ms thornhill complimented.

xavier thanked her, sensing your uncomfortable stature and brought you off to the side.

“do you see wednesday?” you asked him over the loud music.

you needed to talk to her.

“is that-“ xavier nodded towards where wednesday stood awkwardly with tyler.

you left xavier without a second word, striding over to wednesday. her blank gaze met you and she walked away from tyler to meet you in the dance floor.

“this is worse than a wedding.” wednesday said in disgust.

“i see thing got you back for what you did to me.” you motioned over to tyler, dressed in all white, standing there watching you two.

“thing was out to humiliate me. i at least saved us.”

you blinked at wednesday.

“someone misses you…” she motioned over to xavier looking at you like a sad puppy. he was talking to ajax, but his eyes never left yours.

“i guess we should get back to our dates.” you sighed.

“unfortunately.” wednesday agreed.

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goo goo muck played loudly from the speaker.

you watched as wednesday did her dance with tyler, not even noticing your own body began to sway with the beat.

“wanna dance?” xavier asked.

you stared at him before nodding slowly.

if wednesday was dancing, you can dance too, right?

your body moved with the beat, the crowd forcing you and xavier tightly together.

it was freaky how close you two were. he moved his shoulders to the beat, eyes looking straight into yours as you did the same.

unbeknownst to you, everyone could feel the sexual tension between you too.

xavier’s body language quickly met yours and before you knew it, you danced together in a rhythm that surely anyone in a two feet radius could sense.

your face was mere inches from his, hands brushing against each other as you moved.

and you couldn’t even deny how good xavier looked. under the strobe lights, his hair slicked back into a bun, his white suit.

and before you could realize it, your lips were centimeters away. his lips slightly grazed yours, his big hand coming up to cup your jaw.

but as soon as xavier was about to connect your lips, the sprinklers started to go off releasing red substance everywhere.

“what the hell?” xavier groaned, the liquid getting all over his suit and face.

you stuck your finger into your mouth, xavier watching you in shock.

“paint.”

people screamed as they slipped onto the wooden floor. everyone made a run to the doors, the night ruined.

but for xavier, the only thing that was ruined was the fact he almost kissed you.

“let’s get outta here, yeah?”

you nodded at xavier as you held onto his arm once more. he led the two of you outside and into the quad where nevermore students stood upset.

“i have a spot where we can clean the paint up.”

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xavier took you back to his art shed. the drawings and paintings you previously saw with wednesday were now gone.

you stood silently, watching xavier wipe the paint off his face and neck.

he removed his suit jacket, leaving him in his white button up and pants. the buttons to his shirt were slightly undone, leaving some of his chest exposed.

“you know, i never got to ask. why did you hate me so much?”

xavier was now staring at you. you felt nervous under his gaze.

“it wasn’t hate. it was dislike. i did not like the comment you made about my family in the beginning of the year.”

“it wasn’t meant to come out that way, y/n.”

“but it did. it did to me.”

xavier walked up to you. his piercing blue eyes stared directly into yours. you felt chills run down your body.

“i’m sorry.”

and you could tell he meant it. you’d never seen such a sincere look in someones eyes before.

“can i?” he motioned to the clean rag he lifted slightly above your face.

you nodded hesitantly.

xavier carefully ran the rag along your cheeks, nose, and forehead.

he stopped when he got to your lips, a strange look in his eye.

seeing the way he looked at you made you realize that everything was just one sided.

and with that realization, you grabbed xavier’s waist and pulled him into you.

xavier immediately kissed you, dropping the rag as he cupped your face.

you’d never experienced such passion, let alone in a kiss.

the electricity you seemed to feel appeared to get stronger, and maybe a couple sparks would fly.

but that didn’t matter, because xavier had finally got you. and you finally got what you never realized you needed.

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kazewhara · 3 years ago

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sweet mystery of the sea. (3)

part one. part two.

# — pairing: kazuha x gn!siren!reader

# — characters: gender neutral siren reader, kazuha, beidou

# — summary: "sirens beckon from the beautiful water. / 'come swim, come sing, come be.' / one step becomes ten. / ankle deep water becomes hip deep in a flash. / and with the tiniest splash, you slip beneath the waves. / and become." – unknown.

# — warnings: mentions of drowning

# — tags: hc/drabble format, canon divergent, made-up siren lore, talk of constellations, fluff, brief angst, curious siren reader makes their third return, unexplained connections

# — notes: here it is! kazuha's part! i quite enjoyed making this one, actually. also, there's art again, but for xiao's part! here it is in case you haven't seen it! i'm in love with @s-kiyomi 's art :( so! as always, reblogs and reactions are greatly appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

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kazuha is in one hell of a daze after your departure

which is saying something, considering his head is in the clouds about 90% of the time.

you were a whirlwind. a hurricane, if kazuha were to be precise.

you came into his life so unexpectedly, threw everything to the ground, and left him to pick up the pieces.

which he's doing a terrible job of, by the way.

when kazuha makes it back to liyue harbor, even after such a long journey, he's still unable to ground his thoughts; the memory of your glittering scales is just too fresh in his mind

because... what are you? where did you really come from? you told him you were thrown inland due to the storms, but then where did you really live? there's just so many things he wants answers to.

kazuha stands amidst the bustling crux members and touches his fingers to his lips, trying to remember your kiss

what kind of species does that as a means of communicating?

as much as he'd like to, he can't dwell on it much longer now that he's back on the alcor -- there are things to do, tasks to complete, pirates to entertain

but during the night, kazuha leans on the edge of the boat, his chin in his hand as he looks out over the endless sea

if, by chance, he were to run into you again... what would you say to him? would you even recognize him?

"if i didn't know any better, i'd say you'd gotten your heart broken while you were away."

kazuha turns to face beidou, who's standing behind him with her hands on her hips and a contagious, yet teasing smile on her face. kazuha can't help but smile as well. "what makes you think that, captain?" he asks.

"well," beidou walks to his side and leans her back against the ship, "you've been sighing a lot more than usual. typically, i think you sigh, like, twelve times in a day, but today it was..." she pauses to count on her fingers, making kazuha chuckle. "i think about twenty-four times. that's double the amount of sighs, you know."

kazuha shakes his head in amusement and turns to face the sea again. the tips of his ears are tinged with a very faint pink beneath his hair. he actually has the urge to sigh, but now that beidou's pointed out his little habit, he doesn't want to give her more ammo to use against him. "well, i can tell you with confidence that no one broke my heart during my time." he ignores the fact that his words feel like a lie and raises an eyebrow at beidou. "how quickly do you think relationships last, captain? it's only been a few weeks."

beidou gives him a look he can't decipher. "with a face like yours, i'm sure these things happen fairly quickly. then again," she nods to herself, "you would be the one doing the heartbreaking, no? mr. 'i-can't-stay-in-one-place'?"

this was no longer a conversation kazuha felt like having; not because beidou's making him uncomfortable, but because she's right. the only difference was that he didn't go around breaking hearts due to his personal vow to not be attached to someone long enough for that to happen. that, and she just indirectly called him attractive; it's not new, but it's not really something people tell him to his face.

that, his mind supplies, and the last person to compliment his looks was a being whose name he didn't even know.

the ronin rolls his eyes good-naturedly, forcing himself to continue the conversation. "you're truly a comedian, beidou."

"it's a part-time gig, what can i say?" the two share a laugh and bask in the comfortable atmosphere for a while before she nudges him with her hip, her arms crossed over her chest. "but excessive sighing and player status aside, are you okay, kazuha? i'm worried about you."

automatically, kazuha opens his mouth to reassure beidou, but he shuts it quickly and presses his lips together. you have been plaguing his thoughts for so long now that it's starting to show outwardly. the thought of you isn't really troubling him per se, but rather, the mystery surrounding you is. he can't even hold a normal conversation without connecting every other word to you somehow; you're hovering over him at all times, your hooded gaze constantly demanding his attention.

just then, something occurs to him: if he remembers correctly -- which he probably does -- your features were rather fish-like; your webbed hands, your fin-like ears, your violet-blue scales... would beidou know something about you?

"beidou," kazuha sighs, disregarding her quiet chortle, "do you happen to know of any... odd species living in the water?" when she tilts her in question, he frowns a little as he tries to find the words to explain. "would you know of any civilizations beneath the waves, by chance?"

beidou mirrors his expression. "'a civilization beneath the waves'," she echoes him with a thoughtful hum. "that sounds absurd, but..." she glances down at her vision for a second. "then again, the ocean is full of surprises. can you give me some more details? what did you see?"

kazuha hesitates. he feels like he's being interrogated, but he's not sure why. as... taxing as it is at times to keep the thought of you at bay, he's almost enjoyed being the only one to know of your existence. it's an alien feeling, wanting to withhold information from a trusted friend for his own selfish desires. he forces himself to answer regardless.

"do you recall the storms that occurred not long ago?" when beidou nods, he continues. "i had an encounter with someone after the first." his lips tingle a little with the memory of the kiss. "although, i feel that makes them sound a little more human than they actually were."

"a hybrid?" beidou's frown deepens as she wracks her brain. "give me more details; i might be able to think of something."

kazuha complies. he keeps it vague at first, telling the captain about you as carefully as he can so as to maintain a shred of his dignity, but he quickly realizes that now that he's talking about you, he can't stop. the details spill out of him before he can even think to stop them, and soon enough, he's told beidou everything he remembers about you. the only thing he omitted was the kiss; at least he could keep that much to himself. he brushes his fingers over his lips again, masking the gesture as one done in contemplation.

after a few beats of silence, beidou's uncovered eye widens. "kazuha," she drops a hand on his shoulder and squeezes, "you met a siren." she sounds breathless with disbelief; one would think she was ecstatic for him if not for her serious expression.

kazuha rests a hand atop beidou's. "you say that like it's a bad thing." a knife twists at his insides. "are sirens not a benevolent species?"

"not by a long shot." beidou answers bluntly. "they're a race of... demi-humans, i suppose, and they're infamous for their singing."

"infamous?"

the captain lets go of kazuha and rubs the back of her neck. "according to legend, their most well-known song -- melodiam piscis -- is what lures humans to their deaths." her eyes darken and flick over to kazuha, who blinks in surprise. "the lucky few who survived a siren encounter say that just their speaking voices could be enough to lower the guard of an archon. you're telling me you spoke to one and lived?"

for the second time that night, the desire to worm his way out of conversation pokes at him. beidou's speaking about you and your kind as though you were the most vile creatures she's ever come across in her life. in her defense, he tries to reason with himself, beidou has enough experience to dwarf even the oldest of pirates under her belt; she could be right for all he knows, but something doesn't feel right.

strangely, there's a sour taste in kazuha's mouth. you didn't seem like a threat when you spoke to him; sure, your voice did lower his guard, but you were the most inquisitive creature he'd ever seen. you posed no threat to him -- if you did, he would have handled you appropriately. instead, he feels the need to defend you.

he doesn't. he looks down at the waves below and wonders briefly what you would think of this. you asked him if he was afraid of you when you met. maybe this was why.

"they were... kind." kazuha says softly. "their voice was enchanting, but that's all."

beidou's ruby stare burns the side of his head. "they're rumored to trail the humans that they touch. did they touch you?"

kazuha has to school his expression. the chill that rips down his spine is violent. "yes, but it was a mere brush." he lies through his teeth. "if you are worried about me, beidou, let me reassure you; i'll be alright."

"kazuha, sirens aren't like the adversaries you're used to." the captain turns to look out at the sea. "their mind games aren't the same as those of a compulsive liar; they will completely erase your sense of self if you're not careful." she takes a deep breath and closes her eye. "do you know what the lyrics of melodiam piscis say?"

kazuha shakes his head no.

"one step becomes ten," she mumurs the lyrics so quietly, he almost misses it, "ankle deep water becomes hip deep in a flash / and with the tiniest splash, you slip beneath the waves."

neither of them speak for a while. the ominous meaning behind those words is undeniable. kazuha doesn't even know what to say; he couldn't defend you even if he tried.

beidou pushes off the ship. "listen, kazuha. i can't give you proper advice about this. everything about sirens is pure hearsay, and we both know that's unreliable. archons forbid you come across them again, i need you to be ready." she gives kazuha a look laced with concern. "i can't lose another good man. understand?"

kazuha can only nod weakly in response. he thanks her softly and bids her a good night when she starts towards her cabin. once alone, he buries his face in his hands with a harsh sigh. not only were you now on his mind as something worth learning about, he now had to categorize you as a potential threat. beidou's information was useful, but it wasn't at all what he'd hoped to hear. how could you, such a curious being, pose such a threat to humans? it was too hard to believe.

turning his eyes to the starry sky, kazuha makes a silent wish.

if he ever meets you again, he wants to hear your song just once. maybe that will give him the answers he needs.

kazuha does his best to not let his disappointment show until the alcor stops at a rocky island for rest a few days later.

while everyone heads to land to stretch their land legs, he decides to head elsewhere for some peace and quiet.

beidou nearly stops him -- she must remember their conversation from a few days back

but he reassures her that he's prepared his mind just in case and she lets him go, albeit reluctantly

once he's seated on some flat rocks located above deeper waters, he presses his fingers to his temples in hopes of clearing his mind

kazuha is always thinking; there is never a dull moment in this man's head

right now though, he wishes he could just empty his mind for a second

unsurprisingly, he was stuck thinking about you, but it's now at the point where it's weighing on him -- he has a headache and he can't even sleep for longer than four hours without his brain conjuring some rendition of what he thought your siren song was supposed to sound like.

he's starting to give up hope on ever seeing you again, even if the legends say that you were capable of following him because you touched him

the only reason he's holding out is because honestly, if you sang to him, it'd empty his head and provide him some peace -- risks be damned

kazuha closes his eyes to do some reflecting, but it takes all of thirty seconds for his self-imposed peace to be disturbed

unlike last time, he doesn't go on his guard.

it was a splash that broke the silence. 'silence' can be used rather lightly in this situation, considering the waves around him are slapping the rocks every couple of seconds, but kazuha prides himself on his ability to find patterns. there's a melody in the cacophony of the waves, much like there is in the breeze that rustles the maple leaves of his hometown. that very melody was interrupted by the sound of something large and flat clapping down on the surface of the water.

kazuha doesn't make a move for his weapon, nor does he open his eyes. intuition (or is it delusion?) tells him to stay put. he listens closely for similar sounds, but nothing comes. he waits for another thirty seconds before he cracks open an eye to see if he can find the source of the noise.

to his surprise, the source found him instead.

it's you. you're peering up at him from below the rocks he's seated on, your iridescent eyes swimming with the same curiosity from your first meeting. all the days kazuha spent preparing for this moment seem meaningless now; he's floored by your sudden arrival, too shocked to make a single sound. he feels as though his jaw has been wired shut.

you tilt your head to the side, your irises flashing a deep, forest green color. "my soft human has no words for me today." it almost sounds like you're purring at him, your voice curling around each syllable so languidly that kazuha breaks into goosebumps. it's then that he realizes that you don't look as amused as you sound. you look... is that sorrow he's seeing?

"what did you call me?" kazuha asks. he shocks himself with how even his tone is. there were a million and one questions he wants to ask you right now, but he decides to take things slowly; if all goes right, he'll have the answers he needs.

hopefully, a morbid part of him hisses, it won't come at the cost of his life.

you smile at him, but it doesn't reach your eyes. the knife is back, this time prodding at his heart. "are you not my human?" you ask. "i did my best to look into human customs, so..." you trail off, your eyes listing to the side.

kazuha frowns. things were going as smoothly as they could possibly go, but why did you look so... down? you're still as radiant as the day you met, but somehow, it's dulled by your mood. your ears even seem to be drooping a little. you look less like a creature notorious for their lethal singing voice and more like a human troubled by their thoughts. your melancholy is contagious, it would seem, because kazuha feels the knife press deeper into his chest.

he doesn't ask you what's wrong right away. instead, he focuses on the fact that you've claimed him, for lack of a better explanation. did that have to do with what beidou told him?

"what makes you think i'm yours?" he asks.

you don't meet his eyes. "my siblings told me that humans who kiss each other means they are bound to each other. that was why you were so shocked the first time, no?"

kazuha shakes his head. "that's not exactly true." he briefly tells you what kisses usually mean in more detail this time and watches with raised eyebrows as you fluster. the way you're acting now is a far cry from the way you were acting before. he can't take this anymore. "is there something bothering you?" he finally caves in and asks. "you seem upset."

beating around the bush must not exist in your culture, because your response is immediate. "i heard you talking not too long ago. during the nighttime with the slayer of the haishan." your tiny smile is as bitter as it gets. "my people hold her in high regard and yet she thinks us monsters. you do as well, don't you?" your eyes finally flick back to him, your slit pupils making kazuha shift uncomfortably. "you fear me."

the denial rests on his tongue, but kazuha can't bring himself to say it because for about half a day, he did. he was terrified of you; both then and now, your voice was silencing every thought he's ever had or even thought to have. the idea that you could then tell him to walk into the water and he could follow your command without a second thought scares him. even scarier was the fact that you've been trailing him, meaning there was truth in the legends. but as he looks you in the eyes now, he's reminded of why he was so keen on seeing you again in the first place.

he must take too long to reply, because you narrow your eyes as you jump to conclusions. "i see." your voice lacks its usual luster. it's unnatural. "my people don't hold the same reservations, if you must know. the haishan slayer told you that we lure sailors to their demise." you turn and look out at the ocean, and kazuha follows your gaze. there's nothing out there but the shimmering of the water beneath the sun. "i cannot convince you otherwise, can i?"

kazuha's voice returns to him then. "you can," he rushes the words, his breath hitching when you turn to face him again. "i don't fear you. the hai-- captain beidou was just informing me about your species because i knew nothing of it."

you don't look convinced. "then why did you not ask me sooner?"

"i wasn't aware that you were following." kazuha sees you wince and something akin to guilt pierces him. "i had no way of knowing you were close by, and even if i did, i wasn't sure if i would see you again. but i have been looking forward to this moment, if you'll believe me."

you blink a few times in surprise before you swim even closer, resting your arms on the rocks near his feet. kazuha replays his words in his head and feels his cheeks start to warm. he hadn't meant to say that, but you don't look as sad as you did before. it came at a cost, but it was worth it.

"you wanted to see me, soft human?" you trill. your voice has regained its melodious quality. the term of endearment surrounds kazuha in something pleasant, but he suddenly wonders what would happen if...

"my name is kaedehara kazuha." he informs you gently. "your endearments are charming, but.."

what would happen if you said his name?

"kaede...hara..." you whisper. your brows furrow as you internalize his name. your lips move soundlessly; you must be trying to figure out how to say it. "ka... kazu..?"

kazuha smiles warmly at you. you're much more multi-faceted than he took you for. your human features, though few in number, were much more prominent than people gave them credit for. "kazuha." he repeats for you. "you can just call me kazuha; saying one's last name is customary where i'm from."

"kazu... zu...ha..." you make a series of annoyed clicking and warbling noises, likely frustrated at how complicated it is.

kazuha didn't think his name difficult, but you seemed to be struggling with it a lot. you have less trouble speaking his language than before, but you did stumble every now and again. he really can't think of a way to help you out, except..

"where i'm from, your smooth voice plays over in his mind again, "that's our primary means of communicating."

kazuha covers his mouth as his face flushes with what he can only assume is a deep red. he faces away from you, too ashamed to look you in the eyes. he must be a man deprived if he's seriously thinking that kissing you would be the answer to your problem right now. he looks at you out of the corner of his eye and sees you looking back at him, your head tilted to the side. your mouth moves as you say something to him -- probably asking why he looks the way he does -- but he can't hear you; all he sees is your lips moving.

the kiss was at the forefront of his mind. for days, amongst all the things he could remember about you, that kiss stood out the most. you were so gentle when you kissed him, sudden as it was. looking back on it, kazuha would have thought it nice if not for the fact that it was done when he was too confused to even speak.

and since it helped you, it wouldn't hurt.. would it?

he takes a steady breath and faces you again, resting his hand on his knee. he apologizes quietly. "did you say something?"

"your face," you point it out immediately. "it's red. does that mean you are unwell?"

"not... necessarily." kazuha grimaces internally. "are you still having trouble with my name?"

to his relief, you say no. you beam at him, and kazuha's eyes blow wide when he notices that your canine teeth seem a bit sharp. "kazuha!" you chirp proudly. you sing a little song of contentment then, and the only word kazuha understands is his name every now and again.

honestly, he can't, for the life of him, figure out why the legends were so harsh. your song was heart-warming and endearing, and though he couldn't think of anything else, it wasn't anything that threatened his life. your joy is infectious, spreading to kazuha and lightening his mood. even the sea seems brighter when you sing, your prismatic scales reflecting a rainbow of colors into the waves.

"your last name, kazuha," you say as you all but vault yourself onto the rock effortlessly, "i've heard it before!"

kazuha blinks, momentarily stunned by the fact that you're now sitting at his side. he has a perfect view of your tail. the scales that start at your waist are the same color as your eyes, a seemingly holographic violet, but as his eyes rake over your tail, he notices that the scales fade into a blue and end in a familiar shade of green. it's the same pattern of colors that are reflected your eyes when you move your head sometimes. there's also a string of abalone pearls that adorn your waist, and kazuha feels his mouth run dry.

if he thought you were breathtaking before, then he has no idea what to say about you now.

"where did you hear it?" he asks, his voice thin.

you don't pay attention to his staring. "my eldest sibling befriended a kaedehara a few decades ago." you still pay kazuha no mind, even when he looks at you in complete disbelief. "that human was so kind, they said. their constellation was acer palmatum; i believe the entire family was... how do you humans say this..? ah! fond! they were fond of maple leaves. it was the symbol."

kazuha has no idea what to say to that. he wonders why he never heard of such a thing, but quickly remembers that he wouldn't have had the time to. everything was gone by the time he had access to it. but acer palmatum was something kazuha knew very, very well. his shock melts into a small smile as he gestures to his clothing.

"you're right, it is." he says. "i wasn't aware the love of maple leaves ran in the family." he wonders if your people did something similar, but quickly realizes that he has no idea what your family is even called -- what you are called. not wanting to miss this chance, kazuha speaks up. "you know my name, but i don't know yours. will you tell me?"

the sound that comes out of your mouth is very obviously not human. it's entrancing and almost like a hymn, and only after you finish saying it does kazuha realize that that was your name. "can you try and say it?" you give him a hopeful smile.

ah... he doesn't want to disappoint you. not when you look at him like that. but kazuha shakes his head. "i don't think i can. our languages are very different, apparently."

you purse your lips for a moment as you think, and then suddenly, you're leaning forward on your hands in kazuha's space. he retreats on instinct, not liking the way his heart leaps into his mouth. you chuckle. "i know of one way you can say it," you croon at him, your tone almost sultry in quality, "but i'm afraid this is the only way."

kazuha bites his lip. he just started to forgive himself for his earlier thoughts; why were you doing this to him? "that's... are you sure this is the only way?"

the laugh you give him is dangerous. "i told you before, soft human. this is how my people transfer languages."

"i-i'm not your people." kazuha internally swears at his stammering.

you nod. "you are not, this is true. but," you lean even closer, forcing kazuha to back away even more, "it does work on humans since we are also part human."

there's really no arguing with that, but kazuha isn't done trying to figure out a way out of this. he could think of several things that you two could be talking about right now, but not a single one takes hold long enough for him to bring it up. his eyes drop to your lips for a second. it's foolish, really, how he all but dreamed of kissing you again, but when the opportunity is literally staring him in the face, he's too much of a coward to take it.

you make a soft humming sound, breaking him out of his reverie. "do you not want to, kazuha?" you return to your original place and so does he. you don't look dejected -- if anything, you look like you're amused by his distress. when you speak again, he realizes that you are. "your red face is very cute, soft human. i like it."

kazuha sighs, defeated. he throws in the towel. "i do want to." he confesses. "you just... surprised me, is all."

"i should surprise you more often!" you giggle. "if it means i get to see you-- oh."

kazuha takes the upper hand from you and leans closer, taking your chin in his fingers. from here, he can hear your breath hitching. you smell like the sea he's grown accustomed to; you smell like home. now he understands what you meant before.

his sudden confidence has pulled the proverbial rug from underneath you, leaving you grasping at straws. he doesn't kiss you, though. it's kazuha's turn to chuckle. "did i surprise you?" he asks lowly.

you manage a shaky laugh. "yes. are you going to kiss me, kazuha?"

kazuha answers you by brushing his lips against yours. it's shy on his part; most of this was to satisfy his curiosity (and whatever it was that's been eating away at him for days), but he contemplates kissing you again when he hears your breath catch.

"that's not going to work." you say when he's pulled away. kazuha doesn't get very far; you pull him in for a deeper kiss, one he's very unprepared for. he adjusts quickly though, faltering only when he feels your teeth on his bottom lip. kazuha gasps and you take it in stride, deepening the kiss further. it's not until kazuha's almost out of breath that you pull away with a smirk.

"try it now," you coo. when kazuha blinks at you silently, his mind in a haze, you giggle again. "kazuha. my name."

kazuha's still in a daze, but he says your name with ease, as though he's been speaking your language his entire life. the sound you make is what kickstarts his brain again, and he looks away from you when you giggle. he must be blushing.

"you said it so well!" you praise him. "humans really do learn quickly! from what i hear, it usually takes longer."

for some reason, kazuha feels the need to leave. the thought of you kissing him so passionately like that for even longer just for him to speak your language makes his ears burn. "i'm glad i could make you smile." he says after clearing his throat.

you slip back down into the water with a low warbling noise. "you, kazuha -- my dearest human -- will always make me smile." your words are spoken with so much sincerity that kazuha can't even bring himself to meet your eyes. "your face is pink now. did you know?"

"i had a feeling."

you laugh and turn out to face the horizon. "ah, i am being summoned." you give kazuha your sweetest smile, your entire body seeming to glow. "i am glad you are not afraid of me, kazuha. i am... attracted to you, i think. our stars align. but i can't linger any longer. until next time!"

you don't even give kazuha a chance to say goodbye before you're diving deep to the water and swimming away. this time, too, your tail is the last the ronin sees of you.

only this time, he feels lucky. he gets to see you again. maybe next time, he thinks with a flushed face, you'll teach him more of your native language.

✧ i literally deleted one full draft of this and cranked this out in five hours. i am SO much prouder of this version, so i hope you enjoy this! i also hope it makes sense, oh boy-

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kaedehara kazuha #genshin kazuha #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin au #siren!reader #siren!au #z scribbles #oh BOY this is a doozy #someone do a word count for me im lazy LMAO

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megthemewlingquim · 4 years ago

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someone new.

summary: there's an art to life's distractions.

pairing: eventual hades! loki x persephone! reader

warnings: implied smut, alcohol consumption

a/n: here it is, the first part of foreigner's god. as said in this fic's masterlist, these will not be chapters, but rather short stories and one shots that can be read separately or as one whole piece. it's up to you.

i plan to base each part off of one or two hozier songs. this is inspired by "someone new".

is there a right way to fall in love?

that’s what loki asks himself every day — well, every night — when he spends his free time at bars and gatherings. populated widely with fellow gods, goddesses, and spirits of many colors and passions; these bars are perfect places to find someone new.

being the god of death, however, puts loki at a bit of a disadvantage. yes, the stereotypes are, unfortunately, true. loki is dark, a little antisocial, and very quiet. beautiful in appearance — death is seductive, at least to the willing.

‘the willing’ being many a spirit, many a dryad or goddess or creature who wants bragging rights, or a little nightly thrill. ‘that’s right,’ they say, ‘i had a little dance with death last night.’

loki doesn’t mind the mornings when his temporary partners talk about the nights, but he always cringes when they mention that accursed french phrase — la petite mort. it’s a joke to them. a mockery.

yet, they stay, and sometimes, they come back for another little death.

the spirits and goddesses never make a big impact on him. he is with one for a night, then another for a night, and so on. he falls in love every day with someone new and it’s a bore. a bore and a drag.

dark caresses don’t do much to numb the pain: the pain of loneliness and solitude. the ache in his heart is constant, tearing at his mind whenever it can. alcohol can't do much either — all gods have a very high tolerance. mead was made for them.

so loki is left with no escape besides those that come from the willing. little deaths. they make him feel loved.

no...

no one loves death. some crave him. but they don't love him.

that’s the common theme running through loki’s head every time he takes someone home with him, or goes upstairs with them to the top floors of the inns he’s at, where the bedrooms are. it’s a distraction.

however, the cycle ends when, while pointlessly wandering around his usual bar, he sees someone new one night. you.

you radiate this... this warmth that he’s never felt before. everyone around you seems to be affected by it too - they don’t treat you as the life of the party, but they do gravitate towards you like birds to a nest.

and you’re quite shy, but infectiously happy and cheerful. you’re so beautiful, with your bright eyes that he knows are wide and filled with wonder, and your lovely skin that he knows is so soft. and your smile that he knows is so comforting to all who see it.

to everyone else, you feel like they’ve just wandered into a happy memory, or a sun-lit room that’s pleasantly warm and golden. you feel familiar. ordinary, but lovely all the same.

to loki, you feel... feel like something he’s only experienced in dreams. so, really, he’s never felt it before in his immortal life: something warm and alive and... and anticipatory. like there’s new things about to come up to the surface — flowers, new animals, maybe. you give off a sense of... he can’t describe it well. a slow and joyful awakening something.

and you also feel completely and utterly powerful. unstoppable. he’s terrified of you, and yet he’s drawn to you. you’re so fascinating, strange. not as if you could end the world, no, that’s his own job. but it’s as if you can bring the whole world to life, raise it back up again after the chaos fades.

you feel like spring. like rebirth. like new life.

and that’s when it hits him.

persephone. he’s heard the name passed around before, but before now, he has never seen the face behind the name. something about this sparks some fear in him: how would persephone, goddess of spring, daughter of demeter, react to seeing anyone even remotely like himself?

for a moment, he’s grateful that you’re not looking at him; you’re actually looking at the table, at the drink you’re sipping. there’s a look on your face that isn’t bored, nor afraid. maybe... observant.

people are around you still. not crowding, but not interacting with you either. it’s like you have a bubble around you, keeping everyone from getting too close. maybe it’s your doing but maybe it’s theirs. honestly, you’d think that dryads and gods and goddesses and spirits of all forms and colors and subjects would be more accepting.

he pities you. you seem lonely.

loki takes a few steps forward, betraying his own fear. like the red sea, the crowd parts. some are bold and unafraid, and they give loki varying looks: disgusted, seductive, snarky. you don’t notice him until he sits down in front of you, at the other end of the table.

“hi,” he says calmly. he manages a small smile. “you’re new here, aren’t you?”

your eyes lift to lock with his own. immediately, you recoil just the slightest bit. he knows what you’re thinking: wait, that’s hades! god of death... wh-why is he talking to me?

“it’s alright,” he soothes. “don’t worry. you’ve probably heard of all the stories: gods kidnapping and doing terrible things to goddesses and spirits and dryads. i’m not here to do any of that. i promise.”

with a single, somewhat confused blink, you nod. “m-my mother has told me a lot about that stuff,” you say slowly, as if saying anything too revealing will somehow alert demeter and get you in trouble. “she’s... she’s terrified...”

“what is she terrified of? that those terrible things might happen to you?”

“yes,” you say. “she’s told me that she’s had nightmares in the past. specifically about you. how you’ll kidnap me and take me to hell to live with you.”

he laughs at that - a rich, amused laugh that takes the shivers out of you. “that’s bullshit. overprotective mothers, yeah?”

you shrug. “she loves me.”

“and are you afraid of me, princess?” the last word is whispered. his voice extremely soft - it’s a curious question.

he notices how you lick your lips. “no,” you say. he notices how your eyes flick all over him. “no, i’m not.” and you seem truthful.

“smart girl,” he says with a grin. “i hate liars. there’s not a god on in the world that’s ever been truthful. well, besides jesus. yahweh. whatever you wanna call him.” loki leans back, crossing his hands behind his head and bringing his feet up to the table. “your father, though... he’s the worst of ‘em. having children with other women, including your mother, while hera has to sit by and watch, and then lying about it.”

“we’re gods,” you say. “i'm not trying to justify things but... we’re far from perfect.”

“damn right we are. we’re fucked up. good. we can agree on something. most days, people think us gods are... perfect things. role models. and, maybe some are. but not us. not the gods of olympus.”

he pauses, takes a swig from a beer bottle that was not in his hand a few seconds ago. “i was wondering if you wanted to do what humans do.” loki winces at the awkwardness. “when they're... y'know. interested in someone.”

“you're interested... in me?” you ask, incredulously.

“yeah, i am.” one sip of beer has loosened his tongue. or maybe that's just his confidence soaring now. “maybe this hasn't been the best introduction to things but i would love to take you out sometime. show you things.”

“my —” you swallow. “i'd get in trouble.” you shrink away just a bit.

his smile fades and it's replaced with a sadder, more sincere look. “the best things in life have risk to them. it's time i show you that.”

and really, he does feel sorry for you. it's your first time at a bar, you're lonely. no friends as far as he can tell. an overprotective goddess mother.

“think of it this way. i think you're very pretty and i like your honesty. i would like to help you see the world, and to have a little fun, since your mother has obviously never let you do anything in your very, very long life.”

“i'm twenty—one.”

“and now i'm wondering if demeter actually has you tell people that, as if you're a teenage mortal.” loki shakes his head, disappointed. “that's pathetic. you're a bajillion years old. you're a goddess! you should be able to do whatever the fuck you want, right?”

when there's no answer from you, he sighs. leans forward to sit normally, putting both of his elbows on the table and pointing his hands at you. “alright. i'll roll with it for now. you're twenty—one. i guess. you can drink. you can go out alone to bars and other places. you can meet new people. you're an adult. think about that.

“so, again. i think you're very pretty and i wanna show you around. get to know you. would you like to do that with me?” he raises his eyebrows a little, waiting for a response.

it's an eternity before you can win a battle in your mind. slowly, you nod, giving him a smile. “yeah,” you whisper. “yeah, i would. thank you.”

“don't thank me just yet, sweetheart. i haven't shown you anything yet.” he gets up, pushes his chair in.

before he leaves, he winks at you. “call me loki. it's... not as dreadful... as hades. and... what do i call you?”

you say your name, your voice quiet.

“much better than persephone, i think. it suits you. we'll keep in touch, ok?”

“okay,” you say. butterflies are flying rapidly in your stomach.

loki leaves you there. he'd much rather take you back to your home himself, but that would be too risky for the time being. for now, he walks out of that bar feeling like the king of the world.

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snarky-gourmet · 2 years ago

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Hi! Are you playing Engage? What are your thoughts?

I am 🤧

I hope u don't mind this being semi-long but I wanted to mention some things I haven't personally seen Professional Reviewers™️ mention and other details that I've taken note of as well as my opinions thus far!

(No spoilers included, basic summary at bottom of post.)

Disclaimer that my perspective comes from the bias of only having played 3 Houses and 3 Hopes to completion; I do however have varying levels of approximate knowledge in regards to previous games and protagonists. As a general rule of thumb though, my main point of comparison is 3h.

Visuals:

-I'm not particularly fond of the specific art style in Engage, but there art times where it's not that distracting. I think that overall some of the 3D models look better than others. There are no still-photo icons to go along with dialogue, so focus is fairly hard to direct away from the 3D models.

-Battle animations are quite smooth, but I find some of them to be quite dramatic, especially the hit/damage animations! It's not really a positive or negative for me, just something that stands out. On the plus side it seems there are no more arrows clipping right through walls or units running through fences, etc, during battle animations.

-I actually do like all of the well-polished major cutscenes a lot. There are quite a few throughout the chapters I've played thus far and they are visually pleasing.

-Everything looks very shiny. Very shiny. There is quite a bit of crisp contrast in menu screens and the like. Text is a bit bigger than in 3h, so reading things is easier on the eyes.

Music:

-Overall I quite like the music during battles. I haven't had of the music any stuck in my head yet, so I think they're a bit less memorable than the scores in 3h, and those from Awakening that I've heard. but the music is honestly decent, I don't have any complaints about the quality.

-The music alternates between 1 song and another during the player turn and the enemy turn. I could personally do without this, but on the bright side you will always know whose turn it is.

Gameplay:

-Strictly comparing it to the gameplay in 3h maps, I've found it to be a bit more labourous in Engage. A lot of this can probably be attributed to differing controls, but I also feel like I'm pressing way more buttons to get the same things done.

-Weapons don't lose durability. I didn't know this in the first few chapters and was freaking out trying to figure out if my only weapons were going to break suddenly sjfbd

-Maps seem to be smaller in Engage than in 3h? I'm not sure if this will be consistent or not. Along with the possible smaller map size, I personally have found it to be very easy to work through maps even on hard. (Edit: smaller maps are not a constant thing; it was more common at the beginning.)

-There's a phase after battles where you can wander around a 3D rendering of the map and collect items, talk with allies, and a few chapters in, you can also adopt animals you find on the map. I like the cats :]

-Wandering around the Somniel is comparable in spirit to the explore phase in 3h. I personally don't think that the actual spaces, the Somniel and Garreg Mach, are comparable enough to pit them against each other. Somniel feels sort of like a very expensive dollhouse, I think. I am very fond of the garden. There is a wisteria tree. :]

-There are activities/minigames you can do in Somniel that will have benefits for the next battle in the story. They unlock gradually as the story progresses. I kind of like things like that because it can help break up the story a bit.

Characters:

-I like Alear tbh. I picked m!Alear to play as and I think he's neat :]

-I don't have much to say about the supporting characters as a whole. There are a few that I do like! But if someone is particularly fond of the sort of social bonding that exists in 3h, they may be disappointed, as in my opinion, there's just simply not a lot of depth going on, but nonetheless there are some fun characters.

-Similar to some games pre-3h, you are thrown new units at a pretty constant pace, so if someone isn't performing well or you don't like them much it doesn't have to hold up the game as they can be replaced.

-I am...not a fan of a lot of the voice acting. There are definitely some that this doesn't apply to! But yeah. I'm trying to decide whether or not I want to continue with the eng voice-over or the jp one going forth honestly.

Misc:

-If you have the dlc you can dress up the characters a bit. I'm not personally fond of the outfits offered, BUT. BUT! You can give Alear an earring and tbh that's all that matters. To me.

-My general impression is that the game is pretty straight-forward. I don't think there's room for many different interpretations of events that go on.

-S Supports happen at the end of the game. There are platonic ones and romantic ones, but both Alears can choose to s support anyone.

-It's a bit cheesy in a fun way.

Overall:

I think that if you go into the game generally knowing what to expect, it's decent. So far, I haven't encountered any glitches, so it does get a fair amount of points in this day and age for not being a broken game on release 🤪 If you really enjoy turn-based strategy games in general, it will likely hold at least some appeal. If you are looking for something that is very similar to 3h in every way, you may find yourself disappointed. People who have played older entries in the franchise may get more out of this game, but not having played pre-3h games won't hinder anything. There are some elements of Engage that just don't do it for me personally, but I am still having fun despite that, and I wouldn't consider it bad. My absolute biggest gripe is how the general style looks.

#fe:e #fe17 #long post

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midnightstar-90 · 4 years ago

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Live Laugh Love ~ Pilot

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Georgie Cooper x Reader

Summary: 9-year-old Sheldon Cooper learns that having a brilliant mind doesn't always help growing up in Texas.

Warning: None

A/N: I wrote 2,587 words! I loved being able to bring my creations to life. I hope to do more in the future.

Y/N and Georgie are in Georgie's room when Mary calls the two teens down for dinner. They head down the stairs and into the kitchen. As they sit down in their chairs, right next to each other, they hear Mary yells towards the garage, "Shelly, dinner's ready!" Mary starts serving the table as we wait for Sheldon. George yells out to Sheldon after a couple of minutes, "Sheldon! Don't make me come in there!" Y/N and Georgie sit there engaging in a hushed conversation about the movie they watched together earlier that week. Missy soon gets tired of waiting for Sheldon, and yells to Sheldon, "Sheldon, if you don't get in here, I'm gonna lick your toothbrush while you're sleeping!" Sheldon quickly responds with, "Coming" before rushing into the house to eat.

Sheldon enters the house, and he quickly sits down with the rest of his family, who are all sitting around the table. George waits for the boy to sit down before saying, "What the hell were you doing in there?" Mary calls George's name with a calm yet angry voice. George notices and responds with, "What?" Mary gets onto George for his language. "What language?" George asks Mary before turning to Sheldon, "So?" "I was having fun with dimensional kinematics", Sheldon says responding to his father. Hearing this, Y/N and Georgie look at each other and roll their eyes.

"Just at admit it, he's adopted," Georgie says to his parents after turning his attention away from his food. Sheldon turns to Georgie and says, "How could I be adopted when I have a twin sister? Think monkey, Think." Y/N chuckles at Sheldon's insult towards Georgie. Georgie gives Y/N a glare. Mary breaks the fight between the boys by telling them that no one was adopted, but Y/N. Mary realizes what she says and sadly looks at Y/N. Y/N just shrugs and goes back to listening to the people she called family. Y/N was sad about the reminder of the situation that occurred when 11 years ago but didn't let the comment affect her.

"I wish I was.", Missy comments under her breath. "That can still be arranged.", Mary tells Missy before telling the family that it is time to pray. George expresses his irritation with a groan, causing Mary to give George a very stern look. Right before the family starts to pray, Sheldon puts on a pair of mittens. George groans again which makes Y/N chuckle. "Leave him be," Mary says defending her youngest son. George argues, "He can hold hands with his family, it won't kill him." "We don't know that." Sheldon says before looking at Georgie and asks, "Did you wash your hands before dinner?" "Shut up," says Georgie defensively. Y/N finally speaks up, "Hey, I have to hold his hand to pray every night, whether his hands are washed or not." Georgie glares at Y/N again, and Y/N and Missy laugh and high-five each other under the table. "I hold his hand Y/N, hence the mittens." Y/N playfully rolls her eyes at the comment. The family holds their hands together and prays.

After prayer, Sheldon takes off his mittens and starts eating with the family. Mary asked everyone at the table if they were excited to start school on Monday. Sheldon is the first to respond with an "I am". Missy then responds to Mary's question with an "I guess so". Y/N is third to respond with, "I guess. The only thing I like is hanging out with Georgie and the fact that I am in Art this year". Ever since Y/N moved into Cooper's household, Mary noticed that the one thing Y/N loved more than hanging out with Georgie was how creative she was. At church, Y/N would sing like angel. When Y/N thought Mary wasn't looking she would dance her heart out. Y/N also had a sketchbook full of really cool art and a notebook full of wonderful poems and stories. Mary knew Y/N was gonna have a successful life, and she hoped and prayed that Georgie wouldn't mess it up for her.

Georgie was not happy about starting school. "How can I be excited when he's gonna be there?!" Georgie complains. Sheldon boasts, "Don't worry, I won't be in the ninth grade for very long". George tries to help Georgie by saying, "Never mind him, you and Y/N just focus on your practice". Georgie is on the football team and Y/N is on the cheer squad. "How am I supposed to do that when he's in the same grade as me?" "Just ignore him. At least you'll have me there, except for 5th period. I have art" Y/N reassures her best friend.

"All I know is he's not in the same grade as me anymore, and I am thrilled," Missy says before getting a kick in the leg and glare from Y/N. Sheldon sarcastically says, "Good luck with your finger painting."Missy responds with, "You're gonna get your ass kicked in high school". Mary yells at Missy about her language. Sheldon says, "I'm not going to be assaulted- high school is a haven for higher learning". Y/N and George both respond with a quiet, "oh, dear God".

"Speaking of God, who's going to church with me tomorrow?" Mary asked. George says he can't make it because he has to meet with the other coaches. Mary asks if they could meet after church which George responds with a, "no, we can not meet after church". There is an awkward pause before Mary asks Georgie. Georgie tells his mother, "I have to study my playbook." before looking to his father for approval. George nods at his son, while Y/N looks down at her food with a sad expression, wishing that Georgie would have gone with them. "I have to practice my cheer performance, but I can do that after church. It would be nice to go back," Y/N tells her godmother, which puts a big smile on Mary's face and a frown on Georgie's. Sheldon also decides to go with Mary. Y/N's face grew a wide smile hearing that Sheldon was going. "Oh! Cheer practice can wait! Sheldon at church will be more fun than any cheer performance! I can just see it now. Sheldon and science versus Pastor Jeff and God." Y/N jokingly says while laughing. Missy brings the conversation back to Sheldon by asking why he's going to church when he doesn't even like church. "No, but I believe in mom," Sheldon said putting a big smile on Mary's face.

When Mary asked Missy if she was going, Missy tried to get out of it, but as I said she tried. "Son of a bitch.", Missy says under her breath. Mary flicks Missy's head and Georgie laughs. George smacks Georgie's head and Y/N laughs.

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Mary, Sheldon, Missy, and I were all in our church clothing, sitting in a pew. The church was full. Everyone except for Sheldon sang Onward Christian Soldiers. Sheldon whispers something to Mary, that I couldn't hear.

Pastor Jeff starts the sermon and Sheldon is still asking Mary questions. "Do you have evil thoughts?" Sheldon whispers to his mother. Mary shh's him but he still keeps going, "I just don't think this part applies to me". "That's fine, be quiet and listen," Sheldon says something else about puberty, causing an older woman to turn towards the boy and his mother. When the woman turns back toward the Pastor, Sheldon asked Missy and me if we had evil thoughts. I respond with a "Not really" but Missy said the opposite, " I'm having one right now". When Sheldon asks what it was, Missy said that she was going to kick him where the sun doesn't shine when we got home. Sheldon tells missy that his balls haven't dropped yet and then asked his mom when his balls would drop. The older lady turns back towards the family and Mary threatens the woman.

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We get back from church and Sheldon instantly goes for the student handbook. I pass Mary and Sheldon to go change. I go into Georgie's room after I change. Georgie is in his normal wear, a t-shirt, and jeans, reading his 'Sports Illustrated' magazine. "You know you have no chance with any of those girls in that magazine, right", I say leaning against Georgie's door frame. Georgie instantly looks up at me and says, "You look good. Maybe more than those girls in my magazine." I'm wearing a black jean skirt, with a nirvana shirt tucked in and a black and white striped long sleeve shirt under it.

Georgie and I laugh at his comment and walk over to his bed. "So, how was church?" Georgie asked while going back to reading his magazine. "It was ok. Your mom almost beat up an old lady for calling Sheldon weird, after he talked about his balls dropping. Other than that, it was like any regular church day." I tell Georgie. "So!", Getting Georgie's attention, "How was your playbook?" I ask Georgie knowing he was lying. Georgie looks at me then back at his magazine. "You know that was not the main reason I didn't go to church. I'm not as invested in church as much as you are, so don't give me that look." Georgie says knowing I was going to get onto him for lying to his mother. I dropped that conversation, and we went downstairs to watch tv and talk.

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When I get downstairs, I see George and Georgie talking, so I walk over to them. On my way there, Mary stops me and asked me if I've to saw Sheldon's bowtie. I shake my head no and continue walking. When I get to the table where the boys are talking, they are talking about football. Mary comes up and asks if the boys have seen Sheldon's bowtie. George tells Mary, "Leave it alone Mary, he doesn't need a damn bowtie." Mary argues back, "It's his first day of school, let him wear what he wants." Sheldon yells down the stairs that he still can't find his bowtie. "Oh dear lord, why's he gotta wear a bowtie?" Mary says walking away.

"Can Y/N and I ride in with you", Georgie asked his father. I sit there eating my breakfast quietly, before looking up when hearing my name. George contemplates the situation, then says "sure". "Everybody's gonna know he's your brother. You can't hide. It's gonna be awful for you." I didn't even know Missy was at the table before she said something. "Tell her to shut up." Georgie defensively tells his father. Georgie tells his son, "She's not wrong" earning a light slap on the arm from me. George mumbles sorry and goes back to his coffee.

We're all eating when Mary storms into the kitchen. "George Junior, give me back that bowtie right now!" She yells. "I didn't take it!" "Don't you lie to me!" "I'm not lying!" "We'll see about that!" The pair go back and forth. When Mary walks back upstairs, he yells for his mother to stay out of his room. Missy smiles and says, "She's gonna find your dirty magazines." "Shut up." "You are not having a good day." I shake my head at Georgie, agreeing with Missy.

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Georgie and I are sitting in homeroom when we see Sheldon walk in. Sheldon calls out, "My father's a football coach, my adoptive sister's a cheerleader, and my brother's a football player!" When Sheldon sees us he yells out, "Oh, 2/3 of them are over there! Hi, Y/N! Hi, Georgie!" Georgie and I put our heads down in embarrassment.

Ms. Macelroy introduces herself and the class. She makes a joke about having some of our family members in her class, which causes a few students to chuckle. She introduces Sheldon and Sheldon raises his hand. When the teacher calls on Sheldon, we hear Sheldon tell Ms. Macelroy who is breaking the dress code. Georgie and I sink in our chair lower and lower as Sheldon keeps talking. She dismisses Sheldon, but he puts his hand up again. Sheldon tells his teacher that she is also breaking the dress code because she has a mustache. Georgie and I sink as low as we can in our chair while the rest of the class laughs.

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Georgie and I are on the football field but on opposite sides. I am with the cheerleaders practicing my moves, and Georgie is with the football players practicing blocking drills. I knew Georgie was having a hard time with starting school with his younger brother, so I kept my eye on him. When I see the fight between him and Albert Stinson, I excuse myself from my squad and follow Georgie to the boy's locker room.

I walk in to see Georgie angrily tearing off his equipment. When he accidentally throws something at me, I quickly dodge it. "You know, if you threw like that on the football field this year, we would win playoffs for sure," I say jokingly getting Georgies attention. "What are you doing here? This is the boy's locker room." "I don't care if the whole team was in here naked, I would do anything to help my best friend when he is down." Georgie sits down next to me. George is watching the whole thing play out. "Do you remember when I was 5, and I missed my parents so much that I had that tantrum?" Georgie nods his head. "You were there for me when I needed you, now it's my time. I've seen how upset Sheldon going to school with us has made you. You have held in your emotions for too long. I know you get jealous when Sheldon gets special treatment. I want you to know that you are not the only one. Missy and I feel that way sometimes, but I have you. I don't need anyone to but you to make me feel special. I guess what I am saying is..." Georgie looks up at me, and I take Georgie into a side hug, "When you feel emotional don't take it out on your team. You have me. Talk to me. We are always together and I don't want to see you tear your life apart over something stupid like going to school with Sheldon."

George comes from behind the locker and tells me to go back to practice. I let go of Georgie and give him a sad look before doing as George instructed.

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We get home, and George stops me at the door. "Thanks. You stopped your practice to help out Georgie. I appreciate that.", George tells Y/N sincerely. "Georgie is my best friend. Now, if he managed to hit me, that conversation would have gone a whole other direction." I say jokingly. George chuckles and lets me go.

I go up to Georgie's room. Georgie looked like he was in a better mood. I went in and talked with Georgie until time for dinner.

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The whole family gathers around the table to eat, but first, pray. When it's time to pray Sheldon surprisingly doesn't wear one of his gloves. No surprise when it wasn't the hand Georgie held.

Later that night everyone was sleeping peacefully, except for Y/N who would find laying right next to Georgie, like they have been for the past 11 years when someone was upset.

#montana jordan #georgie cooper #sheldon cooper #missy cooper #mary cooper #george cooper #meemaw #big bang theory #young sheldon #fanfic #x reader #connie tucker #georgie cooper x reader #wattpad

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just-here-for-the-art-shit · 3 years ago

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SPOILER WARNING FIRST OFF FOR FILM RED

I have NOT seen the movie yet so these are just my speculations from the music videos and glimpses I've seen, but I really love how deep and complicated Uta's feelings are, especially in Blacklight, the lyrics in one part of it talk about both (not exact lyrics) "I only know how to turn this pain into art," while also saying "Picturesque Suffering, It's not what you would expect as far as bad endings go," as well as other lines. I interpreted this as Uta only knows how to express her pain by romanticising it through song - and she knows that, and hates it at the same time, that the pain of abandonment and empty promises is not a pretty song, it's not art, it's just hell.

And from the song Fleeting Lullaby it's pretty easy to guess that she is going to use her singing abilities to put the world into a trance of peace and happiness.

"I’m sick and tired of being alone, Wanna be connected, Have a bond to hold on to Just gonna lay it all out, how I feel." She's grown up now and she's finally going to put it out there - exactly how she feels. She's angry, confused, alone, etc, but she's kept that to herself, probably due to mixed feelings.

Shanks says, "No matter where I am, you'll always be my daughter," Hits me hard. It's just about the same thing my dad said. Shanks left Uta to give her a better life and to protect her, but despite wishes, it did not. She was in absolute pain and misery from it all - she knows her father loves her, but why is he never there? Why doesn't he visit? Why can't he even send a fricken letter? But he loves her. That is an inner turmoil I know all too well. A dad who cares nothing about his kids is one thing, but one who does, truly loves them, but is never there to show it, that is hella' complicated. You can make ultimatum statements like "A dad who doesn't make time for his kids doesn't love them/isn't a dad." Or, "If your father really loved you, he would visit." But that's just not the case, and it doesn't make that inner questioning go away.

"He still loves me, he just can't visit."

"But why can't he make time to visit?"

"Shouldn't he visit? If he loves me?"

"I still love him - I can't cut him off - but this is also killing me."

(Again, haven't seen movie) I'm guessing there's other people in Uta's life too that have appeared and disappeared again and again. People who love you but leave. You give them your heart and they rip it away each time they go. It aches in my chest, because I too wish for a bond that doesn't leave, but the way my life is, almost everyone comes and goes.

And besides her own turmoil, she's looking out at the world around her and seeing much worse. War, death, a dictatorship of a government, the rich doing as they please and literally killing the poor while the Marines protect them. It's either live under the government or become a pirate, and as seen with the Marines as well, some are good like Luffy, and many are downright evil. There's the rebellion, which also involves becoming a wanted criminal. There are only select islands still out of the government's grasp, but that number is dwindling. If you're a regular everyday civilian, something is going to fuck you over.

In summary - The world sucks. Her life sucks. So screw it, "I have the power to make people happy so we're all going in a Dreamland."

Uta has stolen my heart and I want to hug her real bad. I love that this is a deep character and not something superficial and just made up for a movie - no, this was planned out excellently. It really makes me wonder what inspired Oda to make this character, or perhaps who. I also really like (while it may not be canon) showing that Shanks has flaws like any character, and despite it, makes me love him more overall, because it really gives him more depth and personality behind the mask of a jolly smile. He too has suffered from this, even though it is his fault.

#one piece uta #one piece spoilers #one piece film red #one piece film red spoilers #spoiler warning #one piece shanks #another essay of me reflecting myself on to a character #I really like this character #she needs more love #discussion post

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celestialevie · 4 years ago

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Flower Boy // George Weasley x GN! Reader

Summary: AU where y/n is working at the tattoo shop, while their best friend is an owner of a flower shop. What happenes when expecting to see your best friend for lunch, you end up meeting a tall ginger man. Warnings: fluff, mention of food, tattoos, flowers, George being absolute charmer Word count: 1.7k a/n: enjoy this aboslute fluff of a fic!! and again, english is not my first language so if there are any mistakes please do not hestitate to let me know about it!! ' Evangeline ' is an oc of mine, so she might appear in some of my fics as a side charachter. Also credit to @bwbatta for the dividers!!

Being a tattoo artist was one of the things you were proudest of. It wasn't easy to become one after neglecting art for so many years during High School. But after your best friend opened her own flower shop, she helped you get your inspiration for art being constantly surrounded by flowers and stories of why people were getting flowers. You were happy with everything but not knowing that wasn't the end of your happiness. It all started when you were on your lunch break and decided to swing by your best friend's flower shop to visit her. Expecting to see a small blonde girl behind the counter, you were shocked to see a tall ginger man standing there instead. '' Hello, how can I help you today? '' When ginger looked up, he felt as if someone kicked all of the air from his lungs because before him stood a beautiful person with y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes. Smiling at them as they approached the counter, they were even more beautiful up close. '' Hi, um I'm looking for Evangeline? I didn't know she hired someone new. '' Ginger laughed, nodding his head. '' Ah yes, I'm only here temporarily. Unfortunately, you just missed her, she left to go on a lunch break with my uglier twin. '' You only laughed at that. '' Too bad, but can you please let her know that y/n looked for her? '' He nodded. '' I'll let her know. I'm George by the way. If you ever wanna ask her for me. '' George wiggled his eyebrows, making you shook your head. '' It was nice meeting you, but I have to go now. Please don't break any of her flowers she's not afraid to commit murder if you break something in her shop. '' his eyes widen, making you laugh as you were leaving but his voice stopped you. '' Hey! You come here often? '' he asks '' Considering I use to work here and my best friend owns it, yes. '' and with that, you left the shop, heading back to your workplace.

As the clock turned changed time to 8 pm, you relaxed finally going home after a stressful day. Just as you were open the door, Evangeline barged in. '' Hello, heard you've been looking for me. '' She grinned at her best friend, attacking them with a hug. '' Hello to you too,'' you said returning the hug '' I see the tall ginger you failed to mention to me kept his word. '' smirk appearing in the corner of your mouth as you recall your encounter with him from earlier today. '' It seemed to me you left a trance on Georgie boy. '' Evangeline wiggled her eyebrows, making you laugh '' You can't do that to me, I wanted to have lunch with my best friend only to find she ditched me for and I quote the ginger man '' uglier twin '', leaving me to get almost a heart attack. For a second I thought I walked into a wrong shop. '' Both of you walked out of the shop, heading towards your apartment. '' Speaking of that date, you also failed to mention you were dating someone, and here I thought we tell each other everything, tsk tsk. I'm disappointed. '' you nudged her, blush creeping on her cheeks. '' Oh my god are you blushing? He's making you blush just by thinking of him? You need to tell me about him. '' and so she did. She told you how his name is Fred and along with his twin, he has 6 siblings, making both of them the middle children. It was very interesting to know about a man who took an interest in my best friend. Deciding she'll spend the night at yours, you both got cosy into pyjamas and watched movies until you both crashed. The next morning you went together to work, letting you know she'll come to your work for the lunch break. So when your lunch break came, you didn't expect her to walk in with the same ginger man from yesterday. '' y/n/n, I brought us a bodyguard to keep us safe during our lunch break. '' grin played on her lips, making you shake your head. '' Yeah because we're so in danger that someone is gonna try and kill us while eating Taco Bell. '' George snorted, making you look at him. He looked even cuter than yesterday if that's even possible. Maybe there was something in gingers that you'd yet to discover that makes them so attractive. '' So flower boy, what do you do when you're not being a bodyguard or taking care of Evie's flower shop. '' he was grinning at the nickname. '' I own a joke shop with my brother, but we're currently redecorating inside so we had to close it for a week or two. '' An attractive businessman, that's a first one you snorted to yourself. Spending an hour with two of them, turned into a mostly back and forth conversation between George and you. Soon Evie had to leave, her lunch break coming to an end. To your surprise, George asked you if he could stay for a bit longer, which you said yes to since you had no client for another hour. He asked you about your art style, which, according to George made your eyes sparkle up with happiness, making him chuckle when you started to ramble not even noticing. '' You're rambling. '' he chuckled making you blush a little. '' Sorry, sometimes I can get carried away without even noticing. '' George smiled, taking your hand in his, making you look at him. '' Don't apologise, it's adorable. '' blushing even harder, you looked at the clock making you realise that in 15 minutes your client should be coming. '' Oh shit I didn't even realise how much time has passed already, I have to prepare for the next client. But hey if you ever want a tattoo you know where to come. '' You said and with that, you disappeared somewhere behind in the storage, kind of hiding from flower boy, because he's starting to make you feel things you haven't felt before.

Everything was happening so fast, in the next few days he kept coming either alone or in a company of Evangeline. She knew what she was doing and she was enjoying it. You even got to meet Fred, him wanting to meet the fascinating best friend of his girlfriend and the person who his brother can't seem to stop talking about. So when George asked you out, you said yes having nothing to lose. Deciding on a picnic, both of you packed some food, and he picked you up after work, leading you to a park. He prepared a blanket and put down the baskets where food and drinks were, sitting down and relaxing. '' How was your day? '' you began the conversation. '' It was good, mostly spent the entire day thinking of what to bring for our date tonight. '' a smile appeared on his face. '' How was yours? Any interesting tattoos you did? '' so you told him about this older guy who had half of his back tattooed with some weird game character, which made him laugh. Looking up at the sky, it looked amazing. '' Isn't the view beautiful? '' a grin played on your lips as you looked at the stars. George was only looking at you, and how beautiful you looked under the stars. If he wasn't already falling, he definitely would've now. '' Yeah, it couldn't be more beautiful. '' you looked at him and he was looking at you. '' Stop looking at me like that! '' He grinned at you, placing a hand on your cheek. '' Like what? '' he said softly while looking you in the eyes. '' L-like I've placed all the stars in the sky as if I'm the most unique thing on this planet. '' you were avoiding his eyes, knowing you wouldn't be able to breathe if you do. George had other plans, because he softly placed finger under your chin, making you look up at him. His eyes were filled with so much adoration, making you get lost in them. '' I've been looking at you like that ever since we first met, darling. I've grown quite fond of you from the first time our eyes met. '' a smile was spread on both of your lips '' God how much I love seeing you smile. I like you so much, love. '' placing your hands on both of his cheeks '' Can I tell you something? '' you said quietly almost a whisper. '' You can tell me anything. '' ''I like you too flower boy. '' even bigger smile was on his lips. '' Could you say it again? '' you furrowed your eyebrows. '' Were you not listening? '' he shook his head. ' No, I was, I just like the sound of your voice. '' you shook your head at his goofiness. '' Can you kiss me? '' a grin appeared on his lips '' Thought you'd never ask. '' and with that, he placed his soft lips on top of yours, lips mending with each other. It was like fireworks exploded inside you, from how much happiness you felt in this moment. Everything was perfect.

The next day you decided to visit Evangeline in the shop, expecting to see I guy you've grown s much fond of. And there he was stood with Fred and Evangeline, his beautiful smile playing on his lips. '' Hello, hope I'm not interrupting a big secret meeting. '' you joked as you approached them. George pulled you in his embrace, placing a small kiss on your temple as he sneaked an arm around your shoulder. '' Of course not love. '' you smiled at him, starting a conversation with him, not noticing how Fred and Evangeline were looking at the two of you. '' I haven't seen her smile like that in ages. '' Evie said, '' Hey flower boy, '' Fred began only to be shot by a dirty look by you. '' Hey, only I can call him that,'' you said and with that making everyone laugh including yourself. This is the happiest you've been in forever, and you could only hope it could stay like this forever.

#harry potter #hogwarts #george wealsey x reader #george weasley #fred and george #george wealsey imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #harry potter fanfiction #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley one shot #weasley twins #hp #fred and george weasley #george weasley fluff #george weasley angst #george weasley smut #fred weasley fluff

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maryellencarter · 3 years ago

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So your posts on the movie got me to watch Lupin III The First, and now I’m interested but have no idea where to start with watching more. What would you suggest for a newbie?

Oh my god, I only got into this fandom less than a month ago myself, I just don't do anything in moderation. ^_^ So this is going to be basically a "what all is out there" summary with a little bit about what I've seen so far, and I'd really appreciate it if the rest of the fandom would chime in with opinions / corrections. Short version, I started with Part 4 and it was pretty good? Part 2, also good if you're into the more batshit sort of Scooby-Doo type plots.

Major difference to be aware of between "The First" and most other entries in the canon: Lupin is usually a *lot* more of a perv, especially in the older stuff. Trying to get into Fujiko's pants is generally his main motivation alongside stealing stuff, and he has no sense of boundaries whatsoever. Him being completely uninterested in Laetitia that way is not exactly OOC but definitely not something you should rely on.

To start off with, there are five and a half "parts" of the Lupin III anime show so far (Part 6 is still airing right now), plus a ton of movies and TV specials and "OVAs". This is my first anime fandom actually, so I haven't entirely figured out the differences between those things, I just think of them as there's the TV show and there's the longer more standalone stuff.

The "parts" or versions of the TV show are mostly distinguished by the art styles, and especially by what color jacket Lupin wears.

Part 1: Green Jacket. Made around 1970ish? and looks it. Subtitled only (so far -- there's something going on with a dub for it that I'm not entirely clear on). Sets up the basic relationships including Goemon's introduction, has some really tasty emotional stuff (Jigen sobbing over the first time Lupin fakes his death onscreen still gets me), but the art style is crusty enough and the quality erratic enough that I wouldn't recommend jumping straight there from "The First".

Part 2: Red Jacket. Made around 1979ish. The first 80 episodes were dubbed in the early 2000s by the same main cast (except Zenigata) as the people who did the English dub of "The First", referred to in shorthand as the Epcar cast, since Richard Epcar (who voices Jigen) both voice-directed and wrote that English dub, as well as writing the English dub script for "The First". I really liked extremely competent Zenigata from "The First", so I'm not enjoying extremely bumbling Zenigata in Red Jacket as much, but the character relationships are solid -- you get a lot of the found family polycule aspect as well as Jigen's unquestioning loyalty to Lupin, which are both just barely hinted at in "The First". It's pretty wacky a lot of the time, with vampires, telepathy, mummy-mask possession, and what-all have you. There's barely any continuity but plenty of shenanigans and like 150 episodes to choose from. This is the part I'm working through right now. If you're looking for "baseline" classic Lupin III anime, this is it.

Part 3: Pink Jacket. Made in the 1980s, haven't seen any of it yet. I've heard it's significantly more cracky than Red Jacket, which has got to be an achievement.

"The Woman Called Fujiko Mine": Not sure when it was made but I know it fits here. Totally different art style, very dark and adult in both looks and content, visually inspired by Frank Miller apparently. Extremely pointy Jigen with the weird hatband comes from this or one of the three movie-type-things made in the same style, called collectively "koike Lupin".

Part 4: Made in 2015. Parts 4/5/6 are all "Blue Jacket" Lupin. Dubbed by the Epcar cast, again. I've seen all 26 episodes of part 4, it's a lot more like a modern TV show or anime, which makes sense because it is one. Pretty arc-focused with some standalone episodes. Much more consistent animation. The English version I saw has a theme song not by Yuji Ohno (as I understand it), which is a travesty but there you go. Fun, interesting, I enjoyed it. Lots of good character interaction and a badass Zenigata.

Part 5: Like 2018ish. I haven't actually seen any of Part 5 yet except one episode, but as I understand it, it's also set in 2018ish, featuring a lot of arc stuff about social media, surveillance, and so forth. Extremely competent Zenigata. Extremely competent everybody, really, as far as I've picked up.

Part 6: Still airing, so I'm really spotty on what's going on because I don't do open canons. Visually similar to parts 4 and 5.

Castle of Cagliostro: No idea when it was made. Apparently the first movie Hayao Miyazaki directed. Very pretty, very very soft, not very rowdy. If you're looking for "the least pervy Lupin III ever rescues a princess and everybody looks about twelve except Jigen", this is the movie for you. Features a delightful Zenigata truce -- if you liked the Laetitia and Zenigata content in "The First", you might try this. I've only seen the subbed version, so I can't speak to the dub quality.

"Is Lupin Still Burning?" -- 50th anniversary special. You need to have seen several backstory episodes of Green Jacket to get the full effect. However, with that caveat, MANY MANY FEELS, absolutely worth it. Lupin gets bounced through time, being put into positions where he alters his own history and fucks up his friends' lives. All of the found family feels, ALL OF THEM, I could probably pull together a non-spoilery list of What You Should See First if you're interested. Also there's a fucking amazing slightly AU Jigen/Zenigata fanfic based on the part right before the ending, which I just cannot say enough good things about, that thing is fucking Art.

(Look, disabled homeless Jigen was always going to hit me right in the feels for personal reasons, okay? ANYWAY.)

Uh. I don't think I've actually seen anything else yet, only gifsets. Hey fandom, any recommendations for "if you liked this aspect of The First, watch this"?

#lupin iii #watching order

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fullbushfemme · 4 years ago

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Meeting the Mayans

word count: 1,804

summary: You thought you were prepared for anything. Growing up with four brothers, you had been bitten, beaten, thrown out of trees, concussed, stabbed, practically any violent act you could possibly think of, you had endured. For a kindergarten teacher, you were tough. You had the scars to prove it. That was, of course, until the day you met the Mayans.

unnamed mayan x fem!reader

warnings: brief mentions of blood, hostage situation, and a shooting.

author's note: I've had this idea in my head for ages now and I'm tempted to make it a series. The only issue is that I can't decide which Mayan I want to star (since they aren't named in this fic). I'm tempted to use this as a jumping off point for multiple fics, writing different stories from this initial incident involving different Mayans, but I'd love to hear any thoughts y'all might have :)

-I also haven't written anything outside of academic works in years so go easy on me <3

Santo Padre Septembers were always your favorite. It was sticky and hot, enough to make anyone want to jump into a pool fully clothed, but school was back in session, which meant you got to meet a new hoard of bright-eyed, eager five year olds. You had spent the last month preparing your classroom for their arrival. Nine am to one pm every day for four weeks was dedicated to decorating your classroom, making name cards, making sure every student had all the supplies they needed. Inside every desk you placed glue and markers and pencils and workbooks and scissors...everything a little kid would need to express themselves. And all of it out of your own pocket. You took it upon yourself to spoil these kids rotten.

Two weeks into class, you already knew everyone’s names, their favorite color, their pets, and whether or not they were allowed to watch TV after six o’clock. You knew who was friends with who, who couldn’t eat peanut butter, and who was most popular. This year’s class was going to be great, you just knew it.

It was a humid Friday afternoon. The room smelled like Elmer’s glue and pencil shavings, with stray scraps of construction paper strewn about the floor after the kids decided this week’s art project was going to be making dinosaurs out of construction paper and glitter. You were staying after class to clean up and vacuum, and to take the class rabbit home with you since no one had signed up to care for him this week, when you heard a knock at your door.

You looked over to the open door, squinting into the sun, trying to make out who it was. But no one was standing in the doorway. “Forget something?” you called out, thinking that a student must’ve left a lunch box or notebook and was feeling shy.

“Not exactly,” a deep voice responded, sending a twinge of fear through your body. You knew that voice. “I was hoping my baby sister could help me with something.”

A lump had formed in your throat that you tried to swallow, to no avail. “What are you doing here?” you choked out, standing from where you were picking up paper scraps.

“I need you to help me hide. Quickly.” Your older brother stepped into the classroom, gun in hand, pupils wider than you had ever seen them. He must’ve been high, you thought, panicked. What had he gotten into now? All four of your brothers were known to be trouble-makers to varying degrees. A few had been to prison for petty crimes, but the brother that stood before you had gotten wrapped up in drug trafficking years ago. He scared you the most. They had all promised your parents that they would keep their lives separate from yours, that they would never put you in harm's way. But it didn’t last. It felt like every other week you had a bruised or beaten brother on your doorstep, begging for help or a place to stay. And today, it was to ask you to hide them.

Your eyes flitted to the large windows overlooking the grassy courtyard where a few children sat waiting for their parents to pick them up. Hide. Hide from what? Who was coming after him? Would they hurt the kids?

“N-no,” you stammered, taking a step backwards. You couldn’t risk putting any kids still on campus in danger. “You can’t hide here. You have to go. You have to go right now.” You could feel a pit in your stomach begin to form as your brother took slow, long strides toward you.

“No?” he spat, completely dumbfounded by your refusal to help him. You had never turned him down before. He was family. You never said no to family.

You swallowed hard before repeating yourself. “No,” you responded, with more conviction this time, although you knew he could see right through you.

You took another step back, but ran up against your desk. Your phone was in the top drawer. Could you reach it fast enough? If you even could, who would you call? The police? That was a good way to get murdered and leave a teacher-shaped stain on the floor for the kids to come back to on Monday. Gripping the edge of the table so hard your knuckles turned white, your brother broke the ominous silence before you could.

“I’m not asking you again, hun,” he spat, now so close you could smell him.

“I can’t,” you whispered, your eyes welling up. “The kids…”

He furrowed his brow for a moment, shocked at the idea that you could actually turn your own flesh and blood away. You had always helped him, no matter how many times your parents told you not to, no matter how many times your life was put in danger. He couldn’t grasp the idea that you would put your foot down when it came to endangering other people, when it came to endangering your kids.

“They’ll kill you, you know,” he seethed, looking back over his shoulder towards the open door. There was a low rumbling growing louder and louder, but that wasn’t to whom he was referring. He was talking about your other brothers. “I told them I’d go to my baby sister, that she’d help me. She always helps me. Why would she flip on me now? Why wouldn’t she help family?” His grip tightened around his handgun as he leaned in to threaten you. “If anything happens to me, they’ll know to come to you first. They’ll know you couldn’t protect your own family.” His breath was hot against your neck. “Now,” he sighed, “Help me hide. And tell them you haven’t seen me in months.”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” a man shouted from outside, causing your brother to grab hold of your arm. Those tears you had been holding back finally fell down your cheeks as your brother pulled you in front of him, placing you between the stranger and your brother. You could barely make out any details of the man from outside because of the blinding sun, but you could tell he had a gun. And that gun was much bigger than your brother’s. As the man moved into your classroom, at least five more men appeared and followed him in, all with guns pointed at your brother.

At this point, you were frozen. The lives your parents had so desperately tried to keep apart were crashing together, their worst nightmare coming true. The two of you were stuck, with only one way out. And he knew it. He gripped your arm tighter, making sure your body could be used as an effective human shield. The barrel of his gun was shoved into your ribcage, his face buried into the back of your hair.

“See what you’ve done?” he seethed. You looked at all of the men placed around the room. Leather-clad men on top of a backdrop of crudely painted rainbows and dogs. You hadn’t brought these men here. You didn’t anger a group of gun-toting men. And yet somehow, this was your fault.

“We’re only here for you, kid,” a low, rough voice called out, a different one than before.

But he wouldn’t let them take only him. He was bringing you down with him. He was willing to sacrifice his own family to keep from going down alone.

The seconds ticking by felt like hours. Your heart pounded against your ribcage, desperately trying to break free. But you could do nothing besides stand still. All you could do is hope and pray that these men that had followed your brother here had enough decency not to kill a kindergarten teacher caught in the crossfire. But your brother refused to give them that opportunity.

“If I go,” he yelled, raising his gun to your temple, “she goes too.”

These words would haunt your every thought for the rest of your life. But in that moment, all you could think about was the weapon pressed against your skin. Your brother wasn’t just willing to bring you down with him, he was willing to kill you himself. And the thought of it made you sick. It made you want to curl up into a ball and scream on the top of your lungs. You opened your mouth to cry out, but your brother hit you across the head with the butt of his gun before you could.

The men opposing your brother yelled, harsh words were exchanged, but all you could hear was a ringing in your ears. Tensions rose. Guns were raised. Blood dripped down your face and mixed with your tears. Your senses were betraying you, one by one, blending every sensation into one incomprehensible nightmare.

And then, a single gunshot rang out, making you acutely aware of the severity of the situation once more.

A scream escaped your chest as you fell to your knees, free from your brother’s death grip. You brought your hands up to your ears and squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it would all be over.

But it wasn’t over. It wouldn’t end. No matter how hard you prayed, you were still on the floor of your kindergarten classroom. Your brother was still prepared to kill you if he felt threatened. Someone was shot...someone was shot but you couldn’t bear to look. You wanted to look, you had to look, to see if it was your brother that was shot. But before you could muster the courage to open your eyes, two arms wrapped around you and pulled you into an embrace. It couldn’t have been your brother, it was much too gentle. But if it wasn’t him, then who?

It took a moment to open your eyes, but when you did, you looked up to see who was holding you. His face was kind, with dark brown eyes filled with worry as he looked down at you. He opened his mouth to say something to you, and he probably did, but you couldn’t hear him over the pounding in your head. He was a stranger to you, and yet he clung to you to keep you from seeing the mess behind you. Like he truly cared for your wellbeing. He pulled you in closer to him, placing his chin on top of your head the way your father did when you were young. It felt...safe. And all you wanted to do was collapse into him and allow yourself to feel safe. You let your head fall into his chest. You let your head fall into this stranger’s chest. And just as you did, two white patches on his left breast caught your eye. Two patches that read: Mayans, Santo Padre.

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