#also the pics are very orange and when i tried to tone it down he looked too pale 🥲

[rininis]

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[vinnieswife]

hey hey, could you write a fic where the reader and vinnie have been together for a while and she has very bad depression and wants to end her life but when she tries to call vinnie he doesn’t answer because he is with nai (they doing a prank on y/n) but he goes home and helps her? i completely understand if you don’t wanna write this! thank you :))

This is actually out of my comfort zone because I don’t know how to write angst, but I’m going to try it!

End everything

Vinnie Hacker x reader

Words: 928

Warnings: mentions of sulcid3, depression,angs.

You have been diagnosed with depression last year, and you started dating Vinnie nine months ago, he actually help a lot, talking with you, taking you outside, pushing you on doing activities out of your comfort zone, and by just being here with you.

A couple of weeks ago Vinnie go to Larrays house yo film a new YouTube video, so you stayed at home, being without Vinnie was hard, you been a lot more sad when he wasn’t around, this week has been hard, the school tasks have been stressing you out, you started to overthink, why was Vinnie with you? Why were your friends with you? You weren’t enough for them, and the worst part is that you know it.

Now you where laying on your bed, tears running down your cheeks,your mind driving you crazy, it was to much information to process, your heart go at a fast pace, giving your chest deep hits. You run to the bathroom, and stare at your reflection in the mirror, your hair is a mess, you eyes red and puffy for crying all night, your cheeks tinted red from the heat in the room and your lips are broken and dry. You just wanted to cry more, your eyes wonder through the bathroom, looking for something, until you find it, a little bottle of pills for your depression, the orange color catches your attention and your mind starts to think, what if a do it? It would help the others right? They will be better without you, But Vinnie always wanted to teach you how to skate, and your mom always tell you how much she loves you, your dad always send you a good morning text, and... and your dog would feel broken because you aren’t here.

Your hand start shaking and the tears run down your cheeks, your eyes hurt from crying but you can’t stop. You run to the room again, searching for your phone, when you find it you quickly go to your pin contact, then the familiar pic of Vinnie appears in the screen.

Vinnie and Nailea have been filming a new YouTube video for both of their Chanel, it was a prank, “ignoring our partners for 24 hours” when the end filming Vinnie go outside of the house to breath a little, then his phone starts buzzing in his pocket, when he grabs it and a pic of you smiling appears on the screen he smiles, remembering how happy you look the day he took that pic, he really wanted to pick it up,but then the camera man grabs his shoulder.

“You can’t pick it up, the video consist in ignore her” he said with a serious tone.

Vinnie swallowed and let the phone rings, it was normal for you to call him some times, but when the phone starts buzzing a second time he gets nervous, you NEVER call him two times, now he was scared. “Yo man I need to pick it up, I need to know if she’s okay”

“You can’t-“ “it wasn’t a question dude” Vinnie quickly pick up the call.

“Hey love is everything okay? Are you okay?”

“V-Vin can you come home p-please” you said between sobs.

“Hey,hey sweetie what happen? Cmon talk to me and breath okay?”

“I just-I can’t please come home”

“I will be there in 15 love,just stay there please”

You answer a little okay before he cuts the call.

Vinnie run inside of the house,searching for his car keys, he go to Nailea and she noticed how nervous he was.

“Vinnie are you okay?” She asks with a caring tone.

“I-I m really sorry Nai really sorry, but I have to go, I would come back another day I promise, I promise, but I need to go now,I - Y/n she’s-I I just need to check if she’s okay, I need it” he starts mumbling some random stuff.

“Hey I got it, go to check on her and call me to tell me if she’s okay? Cmon go!” (Nailers our queen)

He runs again to his car,and speed up to reach your house faster. When he reach your house he just run upstairs, finding you in the bed crying.

" ple-please just leave me alone" You said between little sobs.

" no y/n I'm not going to leave you alone I'm your boyfriend" vinnie stated walking his way over to you and pulling you into a hug

"I'm sorry”

"I know you are y/n and I'm here for you" vinnie helped you over to your bed

"I'm ok now" You faked a smile

“y/n you're not ok" vinnie exclaimed as he got into bed right beside you and pulled you on top of him your head buried into his neck as sobs escaped your chapped lips and his hand tightly placed around your body

“I love you y/n just know that just promise me one thing please stop hurting yourself it breaks me to see you in this position" vinnie stated as he ran his Hands through your hair " I promise Vin”

The next weeks you started to go more outside, and to talk more, everytime something bothers you,you tell Vinnie and he help you as he promised.

AHHHH. I don’t know if you wanted a happy ending or not so...Also I never write something like this before so sorry if it’s not good. Enjoy it!💞

Dont reblog my work

[sandundersun]

Everyone has a Downside, He isn't Excused

vernon x reader || romance || 1.3K words 

warning: mention of blood

tbh this is not really romance, it’s a short description of hansol’s life

He was probably the weirdest and the toughest man you passed by in life.

He wasn't afraid of any extreme entertainment; haunted house ride, skydiving, any kind of spice, putting water in extremely hot oil, walking as if he owned the hall when he was ten minutes late to class. He gave a little to no fuck about challenges in life. If his parent put him in a sports club on his younger day and he chose to be a long jump athlete, he probably would be good; or you could send him as a shepherd with no internet connection for two months and he would come back with no scratch; it was some strong kind of endurance partnered with adaptivity, or witchcraft.

So, maybe, maybe that's why God gave him a little downside—that could kill him in a colossal amount but on a usual day it was only mildly annoying.

The boy was allergic to mundane things you stumbled upon in everyday life. He was hardly enjoying springtime when the grass became less green and more colorful, as flowers blossom here and there, because the pollen made his eyes itchy; he couldn't eat peanuts, where it came in so many delicious snacks and foods; he loved cat to death, he probably would have a dozen if it wasn't for his busy life, but he was kinda allergic to them. It was comedy.

Plus, this stupid reckless boy, who was brave enough to punch someone in the face for messing up with his sister or friend, constantly had a wound on his lips; not because of chapped lips and sun combo, nor because of the fighting he had once in a while. This boy just felt like, eh, it's a good day to bite my lips until there was blood on it, and he needed to put an ointment, stay calm for a while and, oh hello another good day; a fridging vicious and addictive cycle.

Though—at first—you didn't understand in the littlest bit of why it became a "cycle".

"It's a reflex," he said. "I don't know, I just bite it when I find something cringe or funnily dangerous."

Except, anything his peer group said or did was cringe or funnily dangerous; from talking with a lovey-dovey tone in public like a romance classic novel to coloring someone's eyebrows with red chili paste—his mates was, suffice to say, insane.

The first time his lips got sore after you dated him, he sent you a chat with a crying emoji and an "aw" , followed by a picture of a drop of blood—as a proof because he was like some kind of an indestructible god until now. It was alarming. You saw blood, meaning pain, and you hurriedly jumped out of your bed, going to a store, and knocking on his door.

The sight in front of you was not what you foresaw.

Well, there was someone who was tired and in—a bit of—pain, and the other was the happy healthy one, but he was the fine one. Standing while hugging his orange cat Leo, with a small scar, yet super red; a little lost.

"Oh, hi!" He welcomed you and ushered you to sit on the couch. "I didn't know you'd come."

"Well, I brought you a compress for the scar," you said, "you sent me a pic and I thought it was painful?"

"Yeah, for five seconds, it's fine by now."

That was one of the oddest and funniest excuses you heard in a whole year, and just like that, your effort went to waste—in your defense though, that was also the first time he sent you a crying emoji.

You sighed out loud, meanwhile, in a flash, he gave you a kiss and a hug and the damn cat was trying to keep it civil with you.

"Thank you for the ointment, by the way. I'll keep it for the next one."

"The next?"

"I get this once in a while."

Glad you bought two because once in a while meant 24/7/365.

Dear God, sometimes you wondered, why were you worried for a man that should barely survive the world, but was actually thriving in life? Seriously, if someone hated him, they could just lock him in a greenhouse or sneak up peanut on his meal, and get done—well, he was an awesome person, so perhaps no one disliked him that much, but—you believed some super force magic must be circling around Hansol.

You should just stay put and enjoy the day—like him.

It wasn't easy.

It took time for you to not get panicked every time his lips bled. For the first fifth time, you bought him a new ointment and compressor; by the eleventh, you tried to breathe and mumbled it's fine, it's just a scratch. It was annoying for you too though, worrying for a grown-up man who made biting lips his habit. But after the twentieth, you had let it go. For someone as pretty and as magnificent as him, this one addiction simply served as a reminder that no one is perfect except God.

Well, another downside, you could go with no kissing for days, sometimes a full week if his scar kept reopening.

Not that it mattered that much though.

You can still kiss him on his eyes and nose and cheeks, and he would press his lips in return, on your knuckles and arms and stomach—though not as strong as you. And his love surging through his hands on your arms, whisper in your ear, and everything in him that was all around you.

Anyway, the third time it happened, you slept in his apartment. It was half-healed at the time you arrived and instantly got better.

His olive-colored sofa was soft and fluffy and comfortable, you probably had been there for almost three hours, devouring the melancholic novel in front of you, with five minutes breaks two or three times to get another drink or go to the bathroom. The sun was barely seen on the west when he snuggled up on you, made you—forcefully—put down your book and wrapped your hands around him instead.

"What?"

"Nothing." He buried his head deeper on your chest, voice muffled. "I just miss you."

"I've been sleeping in this apartment for two days," you ruffled his dark brown hair, "what kind of missing?"

He sat up and let out a witty smile, then he brushed your lips with his. "Missing to kiss you."

You laughed at the rare sight of him being so soft and spoiled. Your fingers voyaged to his jaws, thumbs softly brushing the corner of his lips. The rashes weren't as bad as the first time, it had become flat and the color faded into soft pink.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Yep." And he leaned closer to give you another light peck.

"You said it hurts?"

Then another kiss, not quite a peck right now "It does, very faintly."

You pulled yourself and gave a look what are you doing. "Hansol ..."

"Oh, come on. The bit of pain dawns on me after I kiss you, I can't feel it when your lips are on mine. So maybe,"—two kisses, short and sweet—"maybe we can kiss all night long so I don't taste the pain."

And he was gone for the long endless kiss before you could deny any of it. Left hands wrapped your neck, fingers crawling on your back, chest going against each other. You wanted to let go yet wanted his desire too, and in the end, you succumbed.

Well, maybe the aftermath of his habit wasn't that bad.

note: this was supposed to be a short writing under 500 words after my friends talked about Hansol’s constant wounded lips, I thought it was from his allergy, but people said it’s his habit of biting lips lmao. So, I just kept typing and typing describing him and a bit of seventeen dynamic (ofc edited a bit), and end up with 1.3K rambling and a little romance

[generalfoolish]

We Go Together

General Dameron!AU

Chapter 1: A Welcome Party of One | Chapter 2

Rating: General for now! It gets more spicy later, and I’ll update accordingly.

Summary: OC character starts flying with the resistance, and happens to meet General Poe Dameron. Eventually, they'll do more than just talk and badly flirt.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my fic from AO3, and I wanted to add it to my master list. It’s a work in progress! Also, we deviate a bit from the actual story of the sequels, but I try to stay pretty close to the lore of the SW universe. 

The explosion burned too bright against Darial’s eyes. The darkness of space enveloped the blinding whites, and glanced sharply against her radiation shield. A red laser shooting from the wreckage jerked her back to life; and in seconds she was maneuvering away from the burning ship behind her.

Dary heard the crackling in her ear piece, and she breathed deeply to steady herself. The casualties would be many. They were increasing ten-fold after each mission. This re-con had gone sideways, fast. She cursed under her breath and banked a hard left against a Tie Fighter shooting near her rear. Her eyes followed the green beams coming from her own X-wing, and smiled when they found their mark.

“Green Two!” The static garbled the words, but she made her call name out.

“Green Two responding,” She grimaced at her own croaky voice. She needed water, and badly.

“Green Two, disengage. Pulling back.” The words were more chewed up this time, her commander getting lost in the static.

“Pulling back, Green Leader.”

“Settle for Base.”

“Base bound, Green Two off.” She eased off the thrusters and checked the nav. Deftly, she punched in the coordinates for Ajan Kloss, and rolled her neck as hyperspace engaged.

She had enough time to glance around and see her team doing the same, before she was flung into the dazzling rush of white jets of light. She could never get over hyperspace. The urge to jerk out of the tunnel, she realized dimly, had never gone away either. Dary knew that the only reason she preferred hyper was that space was too inky black for her comfort. In her years as a pilot, she had never found comfort amongst the stars. She was always unsettled in the darkness, and felt uneasy in the absence of any celestial bodies.

“Something to keep my mind off the dead, at least.” She murmured to herself. In the brightly lit cockpit, there was nowhere to hide those dark thoughts. Her orange jumpsuit glowed, nearly reflective, as if to prove her point.

The nav system started beeping, and gave her the respite she needed to ignore the deep seated survivor’s guilt building in her stomach. She punched a few buttons, flicked a few switches, and dropped out of hyperspace. She found herself laughing, and wished flying was as easy as dropping out of hyper. She nosed her X towards the green moon.

Dary hadn’t had the opportunity to see Ajan Kloss yet, and she had heard it was a beautiful moon. The landscape rushing up to greet her after her descent into the atmosphere was a welcome sight. The rumors weren’t true, though. They left too much unsaid. The whispers of a jungle had missed the devastation of how mesmerizing the moon was. It was so alive, that Dary felt a sob stick in her chest. She shook her head slightly, and focused on the landing pattern.

“Green Two, requesting landing.” She breathed into her mic; still moved by the beauty of the greenery around her. A welcome sight after days of barren space.

“Green Two, welcome home. Head to bay 4.” The gruff voice told her. She was glad to hear Basic in a friendly tone, and never happier to get rid of the undertone of urgency or panic. She docked down in Bay 4, and noted that it looked like every other bay in the resistance, before switching her engines off.

The astromech popped the radiation shield for her, and she pulled her helmet off.

“Thanks R6.” Dary smiled warmly at her droid. He beeped in response. She left him for now, and knew he was in good hands. The Resistance loved their droids, and pilots doubly so. She had left her helmet in the cockpit, and climbed down the ladders a mechanic had pushed, over after she had touched down. The mech was nowhere to be found now, and she decided not to take it personally. She wasn’t anyone special, and the mission had been a failure to be sure. Plus, she didn’t know anyone on this moon. She rolled her eyes at herself.

“What? You expectin’ a welcome party, Dary? A full roll out?” A hardness settled in her chest, and she screwed her eyes up as she jerked the zipper of the flight suit down. She had just stepped out of the suit, focusing singularly on her muddy boots, when she heard the throat clearing cough come from behind her. She turned slowly, making a mental note to clean her shoes later. She was annoyed. She wanted to cry in the shower. She wanted to find her new quarters.

“Yes?” She was sharper than she meant to be, but she was tired.

“Yes, sir.” He said, a smirk dancing on his lips. She raised an eyebrow, but didn’t echo his request. “Because I’m Poe. General Poe Dameron.” He continued, and she realized he had expected her to know him.

“General Dameron!” She exclaimed with as much forced enthusiasm as she could muster. “What can I do for you, sir?” She asked, snapping to attention. Her flight suit still bundled around her boots. He dropped his smirk.

“You’re Green Two, right? Ardan?” His voice had lost nearly all traces of the humor from before.

“Yes, sir.” Dary answered quickly, not wanting to get into real trouble. She held his eyes for a moment, before stooping to grab her flight suit. “How can I help you, sir?” She asked genuinely, folding her suit as she talked. He smiled again, and she couldn’t help but notice he was that much more handsome for it. He was slim, but muscular beneath his loosely fitted button up. The light material really made his tanned skin glow in the bright sun.

“They tell me you saved a lot of lives doing something very dangerous and very reckless.” Her mouth fell open, and she snapped it shut with enough force to rattle her back teeth.

“Sir, I was taking calculated risks to ensure that my fellow pilots made it back in one piece.”

“You were outmanned and outgunned, why would you try to take down a Starfighter alone?”

“I reasoned that if I were successful, then it would be a great advantage for my team.”

“What if you weren’t?” She couldn’t read him, and so she tried pleading her case earnestly.

“Then I would have done everything in my power to make sure that I at least bought my team a few minutes for a retreat.” She swallowed painfully; her throat was tight and dry.

“Good work out there today, Ardan. That kind of honest fighting is how we’ll win.” He took her by the shoulder, and simply held it for a moment. It wasn’t lost on her that his palm devoured her shoulder, and engulfed her more than she thought possible. His words filled in her a sense of pride, and her heart hammered against her ribs.

“Thanks, sir.” She squeaked out, and immediately regretted how she sounded. He only smiled, and opened his other hand in a gesture. He swept his arm back, indicating she was to move that way, and somehow her brain registered the signal and started walking. Her steps felt as clumsy as a newborn banthas.

“Have you been to the base before?” He asked, his hands swinging lazily by his side. She struggled to match his long stride, although he seemed to be moving at a leisurely pace.

“No, but the view flying in was something else.” She told him, shyly moving her hair behind her ears.

“It always reminds me of Yavin.” He told her, a small smile lifting to his eyes.

“I’ve never been,” She admitted freely, “It must be lovely to be comparable to here. Is Yavin another base?” He chuckled a little, and studied her face.

“I was born on Yavin, but it does have a...rich history involving resistances. Look, not to be forward, but I was on my way to dinner. The brass has me doing some drills at an unbelievably early kriffing hour, and so I plan to turn in early. You can say no, but you’d be doing me a pretty big favor. We don’t get a lot of new faces, especially pretty faces. Whaddya say, take another risk?” He laughed, and any doubts she had were gone. If it was inappropriate, surely he wouldn’t ask.

“That sounds lovely.” She told him before she could reconsider. Her eyes trained on her boots as they walked forward. She didn’t know how her boots had gotten so dirty. There isn’t mud in space, she breathed out her nose in a sort of snort laugh, and caught Poe’s eyes. He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Something funny?” He asked, amused

“Just...well it’s dumb, but my boots are filthy. No idea how, I’ve been in space for days. No mud in the cockpit.” She told him aimlessly, the words falling out easily. She couldn’t help it; he was impossibly easy to talk to. He grinned at her, nodding along.

“Forget being clean. The first rule of the Resistance is to be as dirty as possible, but also you must always be absolutely presentable.” He laughed, pointing a finger at her in a menacing way. She liked this. She hadn’t really fit in on her last post.

“Let me stash my suit,” She managed between laughing fits. His stories were coming more freely, and the long walk to the end of the terminal was almost over. She jogged to a locker and found her code name. Green Two. Impersonal, but perfect. Especially, she grimaced, in the heat of battle. It was a precaution, just in case the First Order happened to tap the comms. She stashed her suit quickly, and turned on her heel to find Poe just waiting for her. Patiently, he was watching her. Her breath caught, and before she could let that color her face she forced her legs to close the distance between them.

“Hungry?” She groaned.

“So, what happened after you got caught?” She asked, picking up the last thread of conversation easily, as they started the last leg of the walk to the commissary.

“Well, what you need to know is how to confuse a bageraset--I escaped, of course.” He shrugged, throwing her a smirk. She could smell the stew now, and knew that it would be just edible. Her stomach growled in anticipation, though. Which earned her a shoulder nudge from her companion.

“Starving, actually. I wasn’t joking about being in space for days. All I’ve had are those dreadful ration bars.” He laughed in response.

“That won’t do. The food here isn’t as bad as some of the posts. The cook is trained, so he does alright.” He opened the right side of the double swinging doors with one arm, and gestured her in with the other. The bustle of the canteen hit her right away.

Laughing, yelling, eating, drinking, and just a general buzz of life. She normally prefered the quiet, but the energy was contagious. She turned a quick grin to Poe before ducking past him.

[thurilostiel]

Do you mind talking about your Blind Oracle? She looks very interesting and beautiful!! I really love her design!!! 🥺🙏

Ok so first of all @cringeyvanillamilk @one-leaf-grimoire @shinyshammie cuz you all seemed interested in the OC of mine. Sooo.... *looks over at like 30 pages of written text for BO’s backstory and pet guides* I’ll start with most basic things, in a short list so that you can choose whenever to read all of this or just the summary.  Also Thank you for the name suggestions, they’re really fun and I had Lilith in there as well, but for like a slightly different meaning of the name. Name used by her: ‘Oracle’[after getting her grimoire], Thana Nickname given by Nozel, as she said she wasn’t given a name upon birth: Gulisa, and later Libi Full name: Lilith Razili Graddfa'r Ddraig Title: Blind Oracle Status: Of well respected Diamond’s Kingdom noble familly DOB: 20th of April Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: [???] she might be ace, but that’s due to a trauma, still questioning Height: 164cm / ~5′4 feet Weight: 54kg / ~119 lb Eye colour: Deep forest Green -green that goes into grey’ish colour spectrum the farther from the center Hair lenght and colour: Long -while down they get past her shoulder blades, longest part goes till her waist- Dark brown with highlights [of slight reddish tones] Skin colour: Delicate carmely tan [typical Central EU skin tone] Special marks/scars: has lots of little scars on her arms and upper back, her eyes have a visible markings on the irises [will include pic later] Magic affinity/magic’s name[as the one written in the grimoire]: Light / Fallen Luster Magic type: Supportive summonings Favourites: food- fresh fruits, ice minties, a big meaty meal, mint ice cream drinks- fruit juice[apple and orange juices], water with frozen lemon/grapes and mint dos- hum melodies, take long walks with her companion[s], experiment with her eyes, making things for her pets and/or others dear to her don’ts- arguing, being descriminated, being in big crowds, having others play heroes for her [i.e. pretend there are robbers nearby and shove her inside an alley to ‘protect her’] Magic Knight Squad: She’s blind so she’s not that confident to get herself into this bussines Race: Half dragon (don’t @ me, you gave me this idea guys, you know where this came from) Personality: kind and shy pesimist, who always looks at the worst possible scenario to be prepared for anything she can think of. Known pets of hers : Emrys - an aftereffect of her father’s experiment, was with her from her 3rd birthday till May5th after her 18th birthday. Unidentified under-race of, what everyone assumed was, a wolf and fox mix, with low nobility mana levels, allowing him to use few ‘spells’ of flower magic. His favourite flower was a Pond Lily, and he loved to snack on freshly cought fishes. Died on May 5th. [need to finish his visuals, tho he’s inspired by a pet in a browser game Eldarya write down ‘Eldarya Rowtsya’ into google and this is really close to what Emrys look[ed] like] Mer - foundling Crystal Eagle of Oracle. He dropped out of a nest on top of a tree under which the girl was resting. He was a little hatchling then, not more than 2 weeks old, the smell of chocolate cookie brought him to such a brave act. Mer was too small to fly back up ot the nest, also Oracle hadn’t noticed that he’s an eagle untill about a month after he joined her on the adventure, and moved on right after giving him the rest of her cookie, making the smol birdie confused as he was never that far away form his nest and decided to stick to her. Mostly because she still got more cookies to feed him. He’s a little grumpy, but he helps her getting around on her travels. He loves chocolate cookies, corn, and ice minties. He’s getting mad really easily, while mad will refuse to eat and fly, instead will be stompin’ angrily on the ground so Oracle will hear him being mad. Meanings of names: Lilith - night monster, monster mother; also believed to be the name of first wife of Adam, a succub that brought fear to little children and pregnant ladies Razili - of Hebrew’s origins meaning ‘Lord’s secret’ Graddfa'r Ddraig - that’s just her father attempt to act human. ‘Dragon Scale’ in Welsh. Due to her mother’s pasing she wasn’t allowed to wear the noble familly name. Gulisa - Little[as in Weak] Heart [Georgian’s origins] Libi - My heart [Hebrew’s origins] Thana - Arabic name meaning ‘Death’ So the backstory goes a little like this: Lilith was taken out of her mother’s dead body about 2h after her death and put into the coffin on her mother’s chest as she was a silent one and not one of servants believed she’d still be alive. Her father was the one to react to her cries and open up the coffin to see his daughter trying to feed herself but getting nothing above few droplets of blood from now uncovered breasts. This caused her to be of a weak heart and health in general, would scratch easily, get exhausted from simple tasks... The father[a dragon and an idiot when it comes to human interactions] somewhat took care of her, not knowing what to do with babies he just stuck to giving her bottles with milk whenever she cried and if that didn’t work get a servant to change her daiper. Her real name was never used inside the castle, her father was using her [draconic version of] middle name or ‘shortenings’- he meant sweetheart but was saying weakheart, meant sweetie when saying hatchilng, you get the point- as everyone took her as a sign and incarnation of missfortune and death, thus called her Thana instead. Their explanation was that no child would be still alive while it’s own twin[brother] was born already half eaten by pests and parasites, and mother having her heart rotten due to a sickness. Last time she saw her father was around her 3rd birthday, month after that he was never seen by her, but they did met a few more times after Lilith was made blind. For years she was left to herself, only cared for in ways of giving her some food and preparing baths and clothes to wear. She wasn’t allowed to study things other than law and the ways of beautiful speach, yet she loved music. She missed her father dearly, but Emrys took up his place greatly, cuddling up to her whenever she was scared, hurt or cold. Her magic started showing around her 5th birthday and since then the elders started getting a bit suspicious. All was going normal, everyday lessons of law and how to speak in front of politicians, break for a meal, then the rest spent with Emrys on a walk around the gardens or in a library stealthy listening to the music lessons on the upper floors. Upon the day of her 15th birthday the elders took her to old ruins, where they marked her eyes with a ‘new emblem’ that was supposed to start a rebelius movement to throw the king from his throne, but after seeing Lilith crashing down with tears of blood and a new moon forming upon the sky they flew away in fear, leaving her there, unnecessarily taking away her sight from her. As the moon started forming, crimson fog hugged the dying girl, a single string of shimmering mana started leading the fog into the noble family castle. Before reaching the gates the unidentified experiment rushed into it and the fog moved back, leaving the castle alone for this day.  Emrys cuddled up to her and covered her with his own mana, focusing on her bloodshot eyes. The fog began cleansing itself, becoming shimmery, as if stardust created it. It later formed her grimoire, the book that would once be called Last Hope, as it’s light was powerful in means of healing and defending, but never there to harm, yet it’s magic was tricky and therefore never the same, no more was it to pleasantly sit back and observe the battle. There was a small peasant village near those ruins, they saw the great light and weird creatures, small circular beings surrounded by silvery feathers and hoops, and some creatures looked like those of stories of old times, the biggest shimmering creature resembled Pan, the great horror of forests. All the creatures dissapeared within a minute and peasants rushed to the ruins. Seeing the young girl in shambled yet definetly expensive clothing and tears of blood streaming down her face they called to her “Oracle! Oh great Blind Oracle! Send upon us a blessing of rain” and so her grimoire started glowing and send upon them the first spell “Moribound wish” which brought the clouds and flooded the noble castles of Diamond Kingdom for whole month. The people heard about an Oracle in old ruins and began coming to her, offering food and crops for a blessing or a prophecy. Her spell was limited, she oculdn’t use it however she wanted, and it called for rest quite often, so people became impatient, rude, envy of such power and ‘luxurious life’ of Oracle. Oracle was inside the ruins for more than 2 years, yet less than 4, she could never tell the time by herself, she always relayed on the good hearted people to tell her what time of the year it was.  Few peasants told the nobles about mysterious Oracle and the blessings she was able to perform- healing some of the elders, bringing rain and storms, and they decided to take her for their own happines. They took her from the ruins on May 5th, after a small battle that she decided to put against them, they killed Emrys as he tried to help her, and put Lilith inside the cage, forced a mask upon her face so they wouldn’t have to see the markings which some of the nobles recognised as the sign of rebelion. After half a year they got bored of her ‘miracles’ and let her go into the wild. She was somehow able to get into Clover Kingdom, her mask easily telling others that something was wrong with her.  But the little bird on her arm was an easy distraction, especialy with how many children would pile up just to be able to pet him or give him some food, so she was able to steal some food from the stands and sometimes money to survive living under the sky. One day she unfortunately tried to rob a Magic Knight Captain, of course not knowing who he was or what a Magic Knight was before that. Nozel Silva was his name, she made a note to remeber that name and upon hearing her explain why she tried to steal from him he actualy took great interest in her story. After a small series of questions which she answered truthfuly, greateful he wasn’t going to put her to jail, He made a decision to let her stay for a week in Silver Eagle HQ where she was able to create few little artifacts helpful in dungeons and unknown areas as well as develop a spell that allowed her to regain sight for a brief moment of 4 minutes. During the week he called her Gulisa, as she told she wasn’t given a name upon birth, and if she was it was long forgotten. Gulisa later turned to Libi which confused the girl, upon asking why he changed his mind he said that it may suit her better, but he’d still prefer to know her true name. Thanks to Nozel’s help she was able to gain money and buy herself a small house which the members of SE often visit after missions in which they found  new artifacts. Often times while practising her magic she’d find a dungeon and explore it with Mer. Few times while in Raquey she was stopped by some male who always asked her for a tea, and would tell her stories about folk-tale creatures, guardians of forests, oceans, skies and mountains, the devils and angels, the dragons and their homes of treasures. He presented himself by name ‘Lonan’ yet seems unsure each time he brings the name up, as if hesitating. He’d always pay for the tea and dessert and leave a package with crystals and some metal parts she’d been looking for. She still travels, but mostly around the borders of Clover and Heart Kingdoms. Searching for new artefacts that could maybe, just maybe, help her regain her sight. “The fact I’ve gotten used to being blind doesn’t mean I don’t want to see someone that I have but meet” “You have your spells don’t you?” “But they don’t allow me to see how I used to. Back then I saw people smiling, now when i use my spell you’re always frowning...” And that would be a brief summary of my OC. *Looks over at the pile of papers* Have I forgotten about something? EDIT: Forgot to add: She can’t fully see by using her spells, they allow her to see the basic outlines and few colours, they depend on her mood and levels of mana she got left, so she’s going blind 99% of time. Her mask was put onto her forcefuly and she was unable to take it down before going to Clover Kingdom. The nobles put her into the half-face mask and stiched it to her face, and she started wearing the ‘butterfly’ one after meeting with Nozel, it was first artifact she made in SE’s HQ. She knew the meaning of name Thana and that’s why she didn’t use it when she was free of elders’ will. Also I might need your opinion on this @thespiralgrimoire

[ladyartemisia28]

Say Amen (Saturday Night)Chapter 4

Pairings: Prinxiety, side Logicality, Platonic Moxiety, Platonic/Family Logince.

Warnings: Cursing?

Words:4179

Summary: Sanders Sides Human College AU

Chapter 4- Nine in the Afternoon

~

Author’s Note- Very advised to get a hold of the song Welcome to the Black Parade- by My Chemical Romance.

~

After they finished gathering their things, Roman led Virgil out to the parking lot.

He slowly shuffled his feet as he caught up to Roman who walked up to open the trunk of a very nice red car. The symbol on the front of the car was a large L.

Virgil raised his eyes up from the ground to look at the vehicle with wide eyes.

“This is your car?” he roughly tossed his bag in the back set

“Yeah, I was hoping for a Lamborghini.” Roman joked with a wink as gently placed his bag in the trunk.

Virgil attempted silence small bitter voice in his head.

“When I was 14 and my cousin, Adora, got her Quiñceanera. She chose me to be her chambelán de honor or chosen escort. I was SOOOOOO JEALOUS!” He dramatically flourished with his hands as he grabbed the trunk lid and closed it shut. “So to bribe me my parents told me that they'd get me a car a year early.”

“Sorry but I have to ask, but I...I'm not sure what it is?” Virgil asked

“Oh uh, sorry” Roman apologized with a smile.

Virgil hummed as a response.

“It's the big birthday that Cis Latina girls get when they turn into 'women'. Silly and patriarchal, I know!” Roman added with a open palms gesture when he saw the eyebrow raise that Virgil gave. “But it was so fun, so fancy and beautiful!”

Roman pushed the key fob to unlock the car and they got themselves settled in.

“It's fucked up that other genders don't get anything like that.”

“Yeah I even stole the catalogue that she picked her dress out of. I cut out my favourites and glued my face on them. Put them all up and down my mirror.” Roman said with a proud smile remembering the happy memories.

Images of Roman in slinky cocktail dresses rushed into Virgil's mind. His face dropped to a small frown as he struggled to stop that particular train of thought.

Roman was unsure if he had said something that upset Virgil to make him clam up again.

"Uh you can pick the music if you'd like?” Roman offered as a break in the sudden silence. “CD's are in the middle.”

He waited for Virgil to buckle himself in before he pulled his car out of the parking lot. Virgil went through all the preset radio stations before opening the middle console.

“CD's? I would have thought that you would have your car set up with Spotify or Pandora or something like that?” he said as he opened opened the console and looked through the collection

“Eh, CD's are great. No commercials for long car trips. ”

All of the Cds were for musicals, a few that he had heard of like Phantom of the Opera, Wicked, and Guys and Dolls. And some that Virgil didn't know, Dear Evan Hanson, Six the Musical, and...Legally Blonde? He did not know that that was a musical.

Then he spotted one that Roman had mentioned.

“Um, any suggestions from Heathers? You said that I might like this the 7/11 song?”  

“I usually go through the whole thing in order....but I suggest for you, Track number 4.”

“Could I get some context?” Virgil asked as he pressed the button for the track number.

“The uh, 7/11 scene in the movie...But in song.” Roman offered with a bit of a smug smile.

“I probably should have guessed that.” he admitted with a grumble.

Virgil closed his eyes as he listened to the song and imagined the scene in his head.

Just like in the Heathers movie JD was recounting to Veronica how he travelled all over the place because of his father. And because of that he didn't feel like he was able to connect to the people and places. No place felt like home, except for 7/11.

It was always a weird scene in Virgil's opinion. Like JD is just opening up to this person he just met and telling her his very strong feelings about a convenience store and Slushies.

Even though it was strange Virgil had to admit, it was a good song. Parts of the song were a little to close to home, like “When the voice in your head says you're better off dead”.

“So what do you think? ”

“Yeah I get it. Its good.”

“That's all?”  Roman asked exasperatedly

“I guess I was expecting something different???”

“Like what?”

“I just thought that JD was going to be a little more intense. Like crazy sounding or something?”

“Ah what YOU are searching for is 'Meant to Be Yours' number 17.”

He pressed the button until he reached the number and sat back in his seat to listen.

~

“So is that was you were expecting?” Roman asked as they exited the car after arriving at the store.

“Yeah, it was” Virgil smiled “Real Intense.”

The pair stopped after they reached to threshold to get their bearings.

“I get so lost in here.” Roman complained with a slight whine to his voice. “I don't usually do the grocery shopping.

Before Virgil could comment Roman continued.

“Lo likes to go to make sure that the budget is kept tight, but he's been so busy with his job. He just got his a new taker for his math tutoring.”

“So Logan's your brother?” Virgil

“My brother, well Step brother. My Mama married his Papa. When I was old enough to remember that I was getting a new family, but young enough that it's no longer weird.” Roman offered a little bit more information than necessary.

Roman briefly considered mentioning that he was at the party and Virgil had briefly seen him, but he didn't want to bring up the previous night.

At lest he didn't want to bring it up first.

They were getting along so well that he didn't want to make Virgil uncomfortable.

“Really, I grew up with him so he is my brother. Soooooo do you have any siblings?” Roman began to play with the sleeves of his jacket as he attempted a more personal question.

“Uh yeah, a older sister” he muttered.

“And her name is...?”

“Melantha,” he responded with little inflection “she prefers to be called Missy.”

“Melantha?! WOW, huh! Did your parents just grab a baby name book and open a page at random for ALL their kids!” Roman teased with a mocking laugh as they arrived at the Dairy and Juice section.  

“Yeah haha, Virgil's got a weird name. I've NEVER heard that before.” Virgil rolled his eyes as his tone changed from frosty to salty. “You know Roman isn't really the most common name either.”

“I am far from COMMON! Besides I wasn't saying your name was BAD! It is 'strange and usual like you'.” Roman winked as he tried to steer their conversation back to more friendly waters.

“Quoting Beetljuice at me? You'll have to do better than that.” Virgil grinned in spite of himself as he grabbed a six pack of orange drink and placed it in the cart.

“Come on you gotta give a guy some credit for remembering what your interests are right?”

“Yeah I guess” he said with a reluctantly happier tone.

“Hey do you see the Almond Milk?” Roman asked after he finished his scan bottles and cartons.

“Uh no, I think that might be over in the Organic or like Vegan section. Why does your brother have you on a specialized diet as well as his, what was it? His extremist water agenda? What does that even mean?” Virgil chuckled as he took the cart from Roman and led him toward the other end of the store.

“It's just what I call his super weird thing about getting enough water everyday. And yeah he does keep our kitchen stocked with a lot of green veggies. Also he checks to sure I kept up a sleep schedule”

Virgil's eyebrows rose in surprise at hearing all things.

“Yikes, he sounds like a bit of a control freak...”

“Yeah he is sometimes. Like I have hide my Butterfinger stash from him.” Roman complained. “He's not as bad I make him sound...NEVER tell him I told you that.”  

Roman went over to the shelf and looked over the choices, Soy, Almond, Lactose- Free lined the shelves.

“Oh and to answer why the special milk, I'm THINKING of starting the Paleo diet right now. My brother has no influence on this though, just want to try and see what works. I might try Keto if this one doesn't work for me.

“ah right.” Virgil nodded eyes slightly widened hoping that the look on his face didn't betrayal the fact that he did NOT know what the heck a Paleo or a Keto diet meant.

~

Virgil felt heard a chime from his pocket so he pulled out his phone.

“Hey I'm going to get this.” he shook his phone up to show Roman before he stepped away from the cold of the meat section.

Roman nodded in return as he turned to look at the selection of skinless chicken.

Virgil got a message from Green_Tea_Gay on his Instagram account, Anxious_On_Main.

'Hey so that “Study Partner” is a hot piece!'

'Remy do you have a point' Virgil replied

'Gurl do you know? have you seen his pics? HOW is he Single!!'

After the three little dots disappeared in their place were several pictures

His face reddened as he looked at the pictures of the previously mentioned selfies. Roman wearing tight jeans in front of a mirror with his backside captured on the camera. Another with him laying on his stomach caught at an angle getting his short clad behind in shot.

He quickly glanced over to Roman, who was still distracted.

He looked back at him phone and quickly texted back.

'Don't send me those!'

'They are posted to the public! I didn't hack his phone'

'I don't care, no more pics of his butt'

'K'

Just about the time he was going to put his phone back into his pocket another chime stopped him.

The next series of pictures were of Roman exercising posing with a dumbbell doing a curl, stretching, and other gym activities,  

And the last was Roman in swimwear that exposed more skin than he thought was allowed outside of certain websites.

His body felt instant heat and he looked and took a few calming breaths before returning to message Remy.

'I said no more pics!'

'Sis you told me no pics of his ass'

'DO NOT SEND PICTURES OF ROMAN SANDERSON!'

'Easy there Baby! No need to get your knickers in a twist. I'm just trying to help. Look at what you will be missing if you don't Snatch. That. Up!'

'What the hell Rem! We are NOT getting together! He is not into me.'

'Nah sweetie, you should have been paying more attention. That is totally a smitten kitten'

'You are the worst'

'No I am literally the best and you two are soooo getting together. Don't worry I know I made my point.'

'You asshole'

'Enjoy the pictures ;)'

~

Roman noticed that after he returned from his handling of his phone business Virgil had gotten quiet again and seemed to shift his gaze away from Roman.

'Did I spent too much time with the chicken?'

They walked down to the breakfast aisle.

As Virgil picked up some a box of Count Chocula cereal Roman slowed the cart to a stop behind him.

“You can only get this one around this time of year” he looked at it with a fondness that made Roman's stomach flip.

“So what are you planning on making?” Roman asked as he leaned his arms on the handle bar of the cart.

“Making? Uh, nothing, just like a bowl of cereal.... like with milk...from a cow” Virgil tilted his head to one side.

Confusion on his face as he held up the box and gave it a shake.

Roman could feel heat creep over his face, he was very caught off guard by the unexpected softness on Virgil's face.

'Shit!...now he thinks I'm an idiot who doesn't know how to eat cereal!'

~

Virgil turned around and did not see Roman's flushed face as he hide his own.

Basic cereal... I guess I could be making something with it like a cereal bar or something? A cake? Maybe? It isnt very impressive...and it's probably not on the platleo diet or whatever it was...

They stood in awkward silence until Virgil turned back around.

“I guess that cereal isn't something that YOU would be eating.” he looked at the cart. “From what I see here, you eat like you are going to be in the next Avengers movie or something.”

“Thanks, I mean I try.” Roman said with his eyes downwards as his body did an uncharacteristic shy sway.

“Yeah, I gues if you workout half as much as you take all those pictures, you could get away with more than the occasional  Butterfinger.” Virgil's eyes widened as he realized what he had said.

'.. shut up! shut up! shut up!'

Roman's head snapped up to look at Virgil.

“You've seen my gyms pictures?” Roman asked in a whisper.

“Ah Yeah that's like all over your Instagram page,” he attempted to sound super casual

He did not sound casual.

Like at all

They felt a charged moment between them and the longer it went on the longer they were unsure of who was going to break the silence.

Roman took it upon himself to interrupt the quiet as he tool the box of chocolate cereal in hand.

“I like the marshmallow bats.” he said with sheepish smile.

~

When they returned to the car they loaded Roman's groceries into the trunk and Virgil's bags into the back seat. Then they got themselves settled in their seats.

“SO where am I uh dropping you off?” Roman asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.

“I live in the dorms," Virgil asked as he started his usual habit of checking all the radio stations. “You don't?”

He found a song that he seemed to like on one of stations, Roman recognized it as a song by Imagine Dragons.

“I live in a apartment a little bit away from the college, with Logan.”

“Um, I live in the north dorms.” Virgil said as he a small bit of nervousness as took his thumbnail between his teeth. “With Patton, my best friend.”

After that song ended, a G piano note began the next song. Roman vaguely recognized it from somewhere he couldn't place. He figured when it got to the singing part he would be able to identify it.

~

Virgil tensed out of both excitement and fear.

He was about to embarrassed himself in front of Roman.  At lest Roman was driving so he wouldn't be stared at. So he took a breath and let himself focus on the lyrics.  

“When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city” Virgil sang out beautifully. “To see a marching band”

Roman's jaw dropped and his breath stilled. He felt like he was going to swoon.

He was so very grateful that they were at a red stoplight.

“He said, son, when you grow up Would you be the saviour of the broken The beaten, and the damned? He said, will you defeat them Your demons and all the non-believers?”

Virgil sang with closed eyes losing himself in the song. While Roman's heart thumped hard in his chest and he felt an assortment of warring emotions.

“The plans that they have made? Because one day I'll leave you A phantom to lead you in the summer To join the black parade”

As the song picked up in tempo Roman realized where he had heard this song before. He remembered that he had a few friends who were into My Chemical Romance, it was 'Welcome to the Black Parade'.

“When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up Will you be the savior of the broken The beaten, and the damned?”

Virgil continued a little more intensely. As the song got more upbeat Roman joined Virgil in singing and continued his drive toward the dorm.  

“Sometimes I get the feeling She's watching over me And other times I feel like I should go”

Virgil eyes popped wide open and he smiled.

“And through it all The rise and fall The bodies in the streets And when you're gone, we want you all to know

We'll carry on, we'll carry on And though you're dead and gone, believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And in my heart I can't contain it The anthem won't explain it”

As Roman turned a corner they continued to sing together

“A world that sends you reeling From decimated dreams Your misery and hate will kill us all So paint it black And take it back Let's shout it loud and clear Defiant to the end We hear the call”

Roman followed the music with dramatic hand gestures as he continued driving with his left hand. Even Virgil joined in with less dramatic the hand motions.  

“To carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone, believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches”

Virgil sang with a full grinning face, his relief at Roman joining him in singing the song had caused him to relax and he was able to sing louder with more feeling.

“On and on, we carry through the fears (Oh, oh, oh) Disappointed faces of your peers (Oh, oh, oh)”  

Take a look at me 'Cause I could not care at all”

Roman held onto the note at the end for a bit. Virgil continued on with the lyrics

Do or die, you'll never make me Because the world will never take my heart Go and try, you'll never break me We want it all, we wanna play this part I won't explain or say I'm sorry I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar Give a cheer for all the broken Listen here, because it's who we are I'm just a man, I'm not a hero Just a boy, who had to sing this song I'm just a man, I'm not a hero I don't care

They arrived at the dorms parking lot and Roman parked.

We'll carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on You'll carry on

And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches on

Roman contuined his singing the longer held notes as they song concluded.

Do or die, you'll never make me Because the world will never take my heart Go and try, you'll never break me We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on) Do or die, you'll never make me (We'll carry on) Because the world will never take my heart (We'll carry on) Go and try, you'll never break me (We'll carry) We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on)

“We'll carry on!”

They both sang as the song ended to the sounds of drums.

At the conclusion of the song both Virgil and Roman were out of breath and grinning.

~

Roman felt his heart race.

He had thought that he had experienced maximum attraction that morning toward Virgil. But he was very wrong.

'Damnit Virgil why does your voice have to sound like sexy melted chocolate!'

He fought every instinct to just lean over and initiate a vehicular makeout session.        

Roman caught a brief glimpse of Virgil's eyes peak out from underneath his bangs and he gave him a very full smile.

~

Virgil nervously took a glance at Roman from underneath his dark hair.

Roman had the brightest and most authentic smile that Virgil thought he ever saw on his face.

It wasn't like Virgil thought that Roman faked his other smiles, the feelings of joy and friendliness were not false. But it seemed a lot of the other smiles that Roman gave seemed too perfect, Virgil guessed he practised his expressions in front of a mirror.      

This smile was of shear amazement, it was pointed in Virgil's direction. Like he could not believe what he heard, it caused Virgil to feel an annoying sensation in his chest.

“I didn't know you could sing” Roman spoke softly breaking the silence.

~

“Uh sure I guess I can sing a tune here or there.” Virgil shrugged with a dismissive sigh.

“I think its more than that!” Roman attempted to offer him a very sincere compliment.

“Yeah I'm not about to sell out stadiums anytime.” Virgil chuckled at the thought.

'I wish you were in a band. I'd buy all your albums. Be front row in your concerts, I'd....shit I can't tell him any of this!'

“So My Chemical Romance huh?” Roman said with a wide smirk.

“What about it?!”

“They are like the most cliché Emo band ever.” Roman snickered.

“Ah cliche? Really YOU want to go there do you?!” Virgil said

“Whatever do you mean by that?” Roman asked with a raised eyebrow.

“For a theatre kid you would think you'd dress a bit more stylish or something?” Virgil attempted to say with an indifferent air.

“What like take the costume from Hot Mikado out around the quad?”

“Absolute no clue what that is.” Virgil laughed as he exited the vehicle.

“It's....never mind that. I have only dressed subtly to spare those around me. ” Roman responded as he walked to back of the car. “How would anyone be able to concentrate on their schooling if I were to show up in full regalia?!”

“Full Regalia, huh, you sure think highly of yourself don't you? I'm not sure you should be bragging quite so much.”

“Is that a formal challenge?” Roman felt his racing heart in his chest in the midst of their back and forth.

“Not sure how impressive you'll actually be, but I'll keep an open mind, I guess.” Virgil shrugged with a small smirk as he began to take out the bags.

'I'll show him'

Roman noticed a few heavier bags that he could chivalrously offer to help him with.

“I can help you carry some of your groceries to your dorm?”

“Ah you just want an excuse to come to my room.” Virgil teased in a deep low voice  as he waited for Roman to banter back.

“YES YOU BET I DO!!!!....play it cool, Roman play it cool!'

“N...no...! I uh... as a gentleman I ... have to help anyone I see that is in need...” Roman sputtered out before he took ahold of small package of bagels “You ...you have... you have to carry..lots there.”

~

Virgil read his flustering as a rejection of his flirtation.

“No thanks! I got it! ” he quickly and loudly shouted in a panic as he took the bag out of Roman's hands.

Virgil thought that he and Roman had just shared a moment together.

'You just were imaging it! You shouldn't have believed Remy, you complete moron! ' He sling his messenger bag over his shoulder.

Then he draped the loops of the several other bags onto each elbow crook. And then took another bag into his left hand.

As he struggled to stuff the bagel bag into an already full bag, Roman again attempted to offer help.

“It's not a problem!” Roman gestured to the bagels.

“NO! I got it” Virgil just wanted to disappear as quickly as he could. He then placed the plastic of the bag in between his teeth.

“Cee Ou ENESAH.” Virgil shouted through clenched teeth as he retreated.

“Uh yeah.” Roman spoke to an empty damp parking lot. “see you”

~

Author's Note

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE SO SORRY for the long wait!

The long pause was due to new job and lack of constant access to a working computer.

I think I will still have a job later after the situation clears, but I am unsure....

I

ANYWAYS!

What do people think of me backtracking and converting all of the mentions of DEE to JAE? It won't be too much trouble as he has not even appeared yet.

~

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[hatsukeii]

Hi! 2, 4, 6, 8, 12, 14 for Kageyama from the headcanons list?? If it's too many, just choose whichever interest you the most! Thank you! 💜

Hhhhh ty for requesting!!

I have so many ideas from Kageyama after seeing the latest few chapters all over my explore page on ig, this should be fun~

Btw just because I crave fluff and made up romantic scenarios I will be including you as a female s/o, I hope you’re fine w that bc I’m terrible at writing same sex fanfics and I feel like including you might be fun too, sorry if it’s not what you prefer, I’ll write up another one if you want!!

(You aren’t mentioned excessively though, so don’t worry!!)

Warnings: Mild manga spoilers that have to do with Kageyama’s backstory, nothing too major though, and angstangstangstangstangst-

2. How are they like on social media?

- Kageyama’s probably one that doesn’t really have that much regarding social media.

- However he would probably have the most common ones.

- Instagram, snapchat, maybe twitter too.

- He also has tiktok now that you’ve basically forced him to download it.

- Definitely uses instagram the most out of everything he has.

- Username: milkboykags

- Followers: 992 (Since he’s pretty popular through playing volleyball.)

- Following: 745 (He tries to follow most of his followers back if they have mutual friends between them, even if it’s a fan.)

- Profile pic: Probably one of those grunge shaky pics of him with a few of the Karasuno team members and you with a dark background and stuff.

- Bio: If you don’t have milk, don’t bother looking for me. ~Me, 2k19 (He hasn’t updated his bio a year lol.)

- His instagram feed is actually pretty aesthetic.

- He has one volleyball post of the entire team at the beach playing beach volleyball while the sun sets.

- He’s way too proud of that post.

- Another one of his posts was taken when you two were on an arcade date (At that time he hadn’t confessed yet, but he asked you out just to do that) and he sneaked a photo of you trying to get a unicorn plush from one of those claw machines.

- That one he’s gonna be keeping in his feed forever.

- He has a collection of highlights.

- There’s one for volleyball practice shenanigans, one for those little dates he takes you on, another one for full on group hangouts, then one of camera wars with random people that try taking photos of him, most likely you or Hinata.

- His feed basically revolves around this filter recipe he made for instagram, which makes his photos look cooler toned and more faded.

(P.s dm me if you want the recipe bc i made it on vsco lmao no I’m not a vsco girl don’t worry.)

- He doesn’t really use snapchat and twitter.

- Only does streaks with you and the volleyball team.

- Tiktok though, is a whole other story.

- Username: givemethecows

- Followers: 1405 (People from both tiktok and instagram.)

- Following: 200

- Bio: I make videos and shit.

- Profile pic: Bass boosted you like jazz meme (Bass boosted but photo if you get me.)

- Kageyama has this whole lowkey eboy thing going on with his tiktok.

- Most the time his videos are just a way to show his weird sense of humour or his sense of style that screams casual eboy.

- Since you forced him to get tiktok, you also forced him to learn dances with you.

- He’s terrible at those.

- Like very bad.

- He managed to break a pair of Tsukishima’s glasses while doing the renegade at break.

- And almost twisted his hips trying to throw it back as a joke.

- Needless to say it’s both hilarious and embarrassing for Kageyama.

- There are also tiktoks of him doing insane volleyball tricks on camera like the demon quick, the synchronised attack, and his jump serve etc.

- Which have gained him quite the following on the platform.

- In conclusion, Kageyama is generally pretty good at social media, but sucks ass at dancing.

4. What is Kageyama’s preferred weather?

- Surprisingly, Kageyama doesn’t like sunny weather. At all.

- For him, it’s the absolute worst thing.

- He think that sunny weather is way too annoying and hot and stuffy and gross.

- Plus, going out for morning runs in sunny weather is like wearing 10 jackets in hell.

- Like you can put on an extra layer if you’re cold but you can’t just strip naked if you’re hot.

- Oh my god he hates it so much it pains him to even think about it.

- He likes rainy days.

- Definitely not his favourite though.

- Rainy days usually mean staying home for the entire day.

- He can just laze around in his house, do whatever he wants.

- The sound of rain against glass windows soothes him.

- The constant sounds of droplets hitting the windows give him a sense of tranquility and peace.

- He will quite literally, fall asleep to those sounds.

- However rainy days do have their drawbacks.

- One of them, is having to stay home.

- Kageyama likes going for runs just to take in some fresh air, but that won’t work when it’s raining cats and dogs now will it.

- Plus, it means everything he does is restricted in his house unless he can get to an indoor gym that’s open.

- Boring.

- So he prefers windy days, when the cold breeze grazes his skin and the sun hides behind the fluffy clouds.

- It’s those days where he doesn’t have to suffer the heat that the sun brings upon him, nor does he have to suffer the feeling of rainwater dripping from the tips of his hair.

- He can do whatever he wants and still feel at ease and comfortable.

- Quite literally everything he asks for in a day.

6. Favourite music?

- Let’s be real, Kageyama probably isn’t good at music.

- He can’t dance or sing to save his life.

- However, he does enjoy how listening to music calms his nerves and gives him a chance to relax, even if he’s in a situation where he should be focused on an assignment or a piece of class work.

- People would expect him to enjoy listening to EDM or alternative rock, but no.

- This boy likes to listen to lofi and love songs.

- This doesn’t mean that his playlist only consists of these two genres, but the majority of songs in his playlist are either chill lofi beats or songs that give you the feels.

- Some of his favourite artists are Jeremy Zucker, Blackbear, Conan Gray, Billie Eilish, Lauv, Clairo, Wallows, Khalid, BENEE, Post Malone, Coldplay, Rex Orange County, Green Day, Shiloh Dynasty, Kina, love-sadKID, and the Arctic Monkeys.

- Has like 5 different playlists for different moods and events.

- One for moody times, one for study beats, one for when he wants throwbacks, one for firing him up before volleyball matches, and one for if he ever has to DJ in the front seat of someone’s car.

- Prefers to listen to music by himself.

- You’re an exception though.

- If he’s with you, you get one earbud, but he’ll be the one choosing the music still.

- You two have pretty contrasting tastes when it comes to music.

- He likes softer songs and lofi the most, whilst you prefer old rock and alternative rock. Oh and also a lot of throwback songs.

- I feel like Kageyama has definitely cried to a few songs when he was going through hard times.

- To him, listening to music is also a way of releasing all the inner conflict and frustrations.

- (Spoiler for backstory) When his grandfather died, he put Fix You on loop for at least 20 minutes.

- He was just numb, curled up into a ball on his bed, staring at the wall. He couldn’t feel anything. Nothing in his mind registered properly. All he could think of, was everything his grandfather had taught him, before he eventually passed away.

- Submerging himself into the melancholy song he was listening to, he didn’t even feel the tears that were now streaming down his face.

- The salty tears were now staining his pillow, creating little wet spots.

- He listened to every single lyric in the song, clutching his sheets harder every time the chorus came up.

- He punched his mattress repeatedly, still unable to accept the fact that someone he held so dear to his heart had just left like the wind.

- It wasn’t long until he was a sobbing mess, shaking and whimpering as he knelt on the bed.

- Silently sang to the lyrics, plopping back to his bed in defeat.

- His sister lingered in front of the door for five whole minutes, eventually leaving to let Kageyama sort out his feelings himself.

- You introduce a ton of new songs to him, since he doesn’t know that much about anything else other than lofi and sad songs.

- Just please no one let him listen to Nickleback. Please. He doesn’t need to know about it.

8. Movie that he would choose for a move nigh?

- The monthly Karasuno volleyball team movie night was finally here, and it was Kageyama’s turn to choose a movie this time, much to Tsukishima’s dismay.

- He’s put a lot of thought into this, not wanting to disappoint his teammates by choosing a shitty movie.

- He basically tried to figure out what everyone wanted to watch.

- However, everyone had very contrasting requests.

- Tsukishima wanted to watch Jurassic Park, Yamaguchi wanted a Disney movie, Hinata wanted something Marvel, Tanaka and Nishinoya wanted a horror movie, (Mainly so they could hit on you whilst you were still single) Sugawara wanted a romcom, Yachi wanted a comedy, and the others were fine with anything.

- He stressed himself out way too much trying to choose one movie.

- He finally got an idea after 3 entire days of thinking.

- And it wasn’t anything the team expected.

- Kageyama pulled up with Pulp Fiction.

- He’s seen that movie at least 5 times already.

- It was the perfect mix of comedy, gore, action, and philosophy.

- Plus, anything that starred Samuel L Jackson was worth a watch.

- Till this day, it remains one of his go to movies, alongside any MCU movie. (Captain America: The First Avenger is definitely his favourite though.)

12. Something small that they enjoy?

- One of the two small things Kageyama enjoys doing is baking cookies.

- Cookies in particular.

- I mean, there really is no detailed explanation.

- He’s pretty good at baking in general, even Tsukishima enjoys the cookies he bakes.

- Plus, he gets to dip the cookies in milk, what’s there not to enjoy?

- Another little thing he enjoys a lot is actually photography.

- Most the time, when he sees a pretty sky, or a city street at nighttime.

- He can’t help himself but snap a few photos here and there.

- Something about a well shot photo just hits different.

- Sometimes, he brings his camera out just to takes nice photos.

- Whenever you two are on dates, he’ll be able to capture candid or motion shots of when you’re just looking out the window of a bus mindlessly, or when you’re twirling around on the street playfully.

- Photos speak a thousand words, and honestly? He lives by that.

14. What is enough to bring him to tears?

- Support.

- Kageyama really needs support from someone he cares about.

- And no, not like support from his teammates.

- That’s different from hearing someone cheer from the stands.

- (Spoiler for backstory) Kageyama’s parents never gave much attention to him, since they were always busy with work. The only person that ever showed support for him was his grandfather, who passed away while he was still young.

- As if that wasn’t enough shit directed towards Kageyama, his teammates abandoned him during a match in junior high not long after the death of his grandfather.

- Which means that Kageyama now has lowkey abandonment issues.

- All through his volleyball journey he never got the support and reassurance he needed.

- He watched in envy as people from opposing teams, or even his own teammates, waved at their family members after they won or lost a match.

- All he could do was stare at the stands, hoping to catch just a glimpse of a family member.

- Nothing.

- Nobody realised how alone Kageyama felt during and after matches, until they watched him break down in tears after a particular match.

- It was the Spring Match against Seijoh, and Karasuno was playing like normal.

- Kageyama was insanely good as usual.

- What he didn’t notice then, was that you had dragged his sister Miwa to the match just so you both could cheer for him.

- In addition to that, you were also wearing his jersey.

- It wasn’t until the final point was scored, did he hear you and Miwa scream from the stands.

- Hearing the familiar voices, his head basically snapped in your direction, scanning the stadium for someone familiar, before landing his eyes on you and his older sister.

- His eyes widened for a hot second, his mind running in circles.

- Nobody has ever cheered for him.

- But here you two were, cheering for him from the stands.

- And you were wearing his jersey.

- A hand went up to cover his mouth, a huge grin spreading.

- One drop.

- Two drops.

- Then came the waterworks.

- The entire team was shocked.

- Like shookth.

- The two of you ran down to the arena, engulfing Kageyama in a huge hug.

- Best moment of his fucking life.

- From then on, the Karasuno team members made sure to notify you of any matches they had against other schools, hoping you and Miwa could go cheer.

- You two haven’t missed a single match since.

Whoooo three hours of work and going straight to Netflix at 2:30am, what a life.

I couldn’t resist I’m sorry casual or slight angst is my favourite genre of hc and fanfic-

I hope you liked this xx😗👉👈

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Terrible. Absolutely Terrible. How could things Go So Bad?

The Tobot Crew had Awoken To a start. The Princess had Gone Missing! Onyx was the first to realize she was Missing when she didn't come out for breakfast that Morning. At First The Eldest Kept it to himself as he searched around the Junkyard, Hoping he'd Just find her Hiding or sleeping in a Random Place again. Whenever he didn't have to Worry his little Brothers the better. But After a while of Searching he Began to get concerned.. and So Did His siblings.

It was obvious that this was going to be an unavoidable Conversation, So He told Rox and Zephyr the News. Zephyr was the first to Panic.

" WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PRINCESS D: "

Zephyr Exclaimed as he Flared his Arms around in worry. How Could she be Missing?! She was Just here Last Night.. Why would she Leave? Now she's Lost in the city with who knows what lurking around the next Bend.

Rox was also Wildly Concerned for the Princess, But Handled it a bit better for Zephyr's Sake. Though he Put on a Brave Face he couldn't Hide the worry in His Tone as he Looked to Onyx.

" If we Hurry, we Might be able to find her- Right? I'll Do a Sweep of the entire City If I Have too.. W.. We'll definitely Find her.. No Matter what.. Right..?"

Onyx Looked to Rox and Zephyr and saw the complete Desperation in their Optics.. Glinting threw their Masks and Visors. He didn't Know where The princess could be or What has become of her.. But he Isn't going to Let Those negative Thoughts get to him. He has to be Strong.. for the Princess- And For his Brothers. He Gave a Swift Nod to Rox and Zephyr before responding and taking Charge of the Matter.~

" We Are going to find her, But we'll Need to broaden our Search by splitting up. Rox, You Go North towards the City Shops And Keep an eye in the sky. Remember, She likes to Avoid Contact with others so keep close attention on the Side-streets. Zephyr, You Head South towards The Villages and see if she's at any of her usual Alone-time Spots. I'll Head towards the Woodland Area where she Goes to find lost things. And keep Your Comm units up."

The Two Smaller Bots Nodded before Transforming into their Alts and Zooming off to Go Look for the Princess. Before he Left he Glanced Around the Junkyard.. Something Was giving him a Bad Vibe that something was going to happen As soon as he Left this place.. He wasn't sure about why he was feeling this way, But He wasn't going to take it lightly.

/// *I'll Just Have to Keep my Guard Up..*\\\

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It Had Been Over 2 Hours since the Squad had been Searching For Their Little Lost Princess.. And there was No Luck Or Clue to her whereabouts At All. Rox had Circled the City Twice Now .. He Hated to Admit it, But He was starting to Get as Worried as Zephyr was about Their Pilot. What Kind of Hero Could he be if he can't even protect the ones he Loves?

He was about to Double-back Once More when Something Caught the Edge Of His Optic. He Transformed Midair and Zoomed down to A Nearby Rooftop to get a Better Look at What he Saw. As he Peaked over the edge of The building, The Thing he saw was unmistakable.. He was going to need Backup. He Shakily Reached for His Comm Unit before speaking In A broken Tone.

[* I.. Found Her.. *]

[* What? Where!?* ]

[* Roxas Where's the Princess?*]

[*- Is Struggling to Answer-*]

[* ROXAS!*]

[* It's Tobais.. He's.. He's Got Her..*]

Onyx Felt as If an Arrow Pierced threw His Armor and into his Core as He Heard the Name That They All Dreaded come out of Rox's trembling Voice. No.. NO- Not Him.. Anyone But Him-! This has turned into the absolute Worse case Scenario. Whatever that Bad Man is planning he Must Be Stopped at Once! Their Princesses Life may depend on them-!

Zephyr Was Shaking too as he heard Tobais Ring out throughout his Mindcore. The Last encounter with Him Lead to The Poisoning Of the Princess.. they were forced to Do Terrible things just to get the Antidote. That man Was a Psychopath- who Knows What He'll Do To Their Princess now that she's in his Clutches. Even though he was scared of Tobais.. He Has To Be Brave! They Have to Save Her!

[* Rox, Where Are You Now? *]

[* I'm Down Norsh Street, Near the New Coin Factory. I Can see Some Of Tobais Badnicks Guarding the Place.. What Do I Do? *]

[* Staying Hidden will be the best move for Now Roxie, We'll come to you. We are Stronger together plus Have each other's backs Incase Tobais Might try to Capture you too. *]

[* Understood, I'll Keep You Posted if anything Happens.*]

Rox Hated All Of this. Tobais Never Fails to Get Under his Metal Plating. Why Must He Have his Wicked Heart Set On Torturing his Family! He's Crushed Rox's Dreams Of Being a Heroes To this City.. He Made them Become Criminals... all At The Princesses Expense. But This is it. He's going to Make Tobais Pay for everything He's Put him and his Family through.. There is No Redemption for this Villan.. He Must Be Vanquished.

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It didn't Take Long For the Other two the Show Up and meet Rox on the rooftops. Having Scoping out the Area and Situation, The small Squad of Robots Came Up with a Plan. Now all they had to Do was Take Action. Onyx Glanced to his siblings before Whispering

" You ready to Storm the Villan's Castle?"

" Absolutely."

Zephyr Nodded as he made his Servos into a Fist. There's no way he's getting away with this.

" Then Let's Do This!"

Rox Shouted before Flipping off the Roof. The Mecha Guards Looked Up in surprise as The Orange Mech Came from outta Nowhere and Falcon Punched one of them Into The Factories Walls.

The Other Guards Quickly Armmed themselves with their Pistols and began Firing Blasts at Rox. In an Instance a Blue Energy Shield protected him from Taking any Damage. Behind the Shield stood Little Zephyr in a Protective Manner, Making Sure Rox Was Safe.

" I Am a Knight of Valor and Won't Let you do as you Please!"

Rox Smiled To Zephyr Before reaching for his second set of Wings And Unhitching them from his Back, Revealing that they were actually Duel Blades. He Gave a Swift Leap into the Air and Hovered above The Guard Robots. Placing his Blades together he dragged them against each other as an Electrical Pulse Began to Surge from his Body and into the Blades. With a Glint in his Optics Shinung through his Visor he Let Out his Catchphrase.

" To Save the Innocent From This Evildoer's Clutches, I Am a Hero! "

He Sent A Slash Of electricity Down Upon Most of the Guards, Leaving only a Few left Standing. The Last Of them Who Managed to Miss the Charge Of Rox's Ability Sent Guided Missiles at the Flying Mech, Attempting to Put him Out of they sky For Good.

The Eldest Sibling However wasn't going to let him be taken Down So Easily. With the whirl of his Cape He Skillfully Cloud stepped and Got infront of Rox within a Few movements. Raising his servo he managed to create a Magnetic Field to Divert the Course Of the Missiles and sent them Spiraling Down on his Opponents.

" Your End Is Near- For I Am Their Guardian, So Accept Your Fate."

Zephyr Stood his Ground as the Blasts from the Missiles Blowing Up the Remains of the Guards nearly sent him perpeling backwards. Before the Dust could even Settle The Three Hurried Inside The Factory Opening, Hoping that They could see some sort of Clue to where Tobais was keeping their Princess.

Bad Move.

As Soon as they Entered The Factory Bright Spotlights Blazed in their Optics Causing A Temporary Blindness in their visual Sensors. In an Instance Rox Felt Something Grab Onto his Wrist and Twist it Violently Behind his Back, Causing him To drop his Swords and let Out a Screech in Pain by the sudden forced Movement.

" AAAARRRGGHH!!"

Onyx's Sensors Flicked Slightly as he whipped around Towards the direction of Rox's Screams. He Darted Towards the source while Unsheathing His Arm Blades. He Slashed In the direction Of the last known Sound, Hitting something.. Metallic. He Heard Rox give a Subtle Gasp as he felt the grip of his Attacker leave his Wrists for a Moment. The Purple Mechs Sensors Flicked Once more as he Glanced around Blindly. Suddenly he Felt something Grab his Leg- Slamming him into the ground and then Into Rox in a Brutal Manner.

" ACK- *SLAM* UGH-!"

" UCK-"

" ROXIE! ONYX- WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Zephyr's Headfins Flapped Wildly as Anxiety began to Creep into his Mindcore as he Frantically Tried to Figure out what was happening. And Fact that he couldn't see anything didn't Really help his Demeanor either. All He could Do was the cries of Pain Of his Big Brothers as something was Attacking them.

Then The Sound of Metal crashing to the ground stopped abruptly- Causing him to Literally freeze in Panic. He Felt a cold Shivver Creep up his Spine as Something loomed Over him. At that very Moment His Optical Functioning restarted... But it was too Late. A Metal Hand Slammed It's fist ontop the Little Bot, Knocking him Out Cold.

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In a Few Moments The Squad Came too, And Found themselves in a Very dreadful Situation. They were Hanging from The Ceiling in a Steel-Inforced Net, All Of their Weapons and Gear was confiscated, And Worst of All- There Stood Ontop a Mighty Mech was Tobais, Wearing a Wicked Smirk as he Held Held up Their Beloved Princess.. With a Look of True Terror in Her Tear filled Eyes.

" YOU COWARD! USING YOUR UNDERHANDED TRICKS TO CAPTURE US! IF YOU DON'T LET GO OF THE PRINCESS RIGHT NOW SO HELP ME-"

Rox Snarled as he Grabbed onto the Metal Netting, Attempting to Break Threw It. HOW DARE HE TREAT THE PRINCESS THAT WAY!! Showing her off Like Some Trophy he'd won. If he has hurt her in anyway he was going to Cause some Serious Damage to this Dude.

" wHy Are You Doing this To Us-! Release the Princess!.. Please..She's Done Nothing To You- "

Zephyr Was Trembling as he Spoke. The Sight Of His Princess So Afraid Made him Scared aswell.. He knows What this Man was capable Of.. And the Fact that He Not Only has Her.. But he Single Handedly managed to Capture All three of them aswell Made him Even More Afraid. The edges of His Optics Began to Spike to mimic that Of Crying.. He wished he could Just wake up from this Nightmare.

" What Do You Want Tobais! We'll Do whatever You Say, You have Us! Just Don't Hurt Her! She's Just a Child! She doesn't have a use for Your Plans!"

Onyx Called Out in hopes Of Negotiating with Him. He would give himself Up If it meant protecting Her.. They Owe her their Lives, He can't just let her Loose hers.

But Tobais, on the other hand, Could Honestly Care Less. He Only Laughed at their pleas Before Throwing their Princess Off the Mech and watched as she crashed to the ground. She groaned in pain As she weakly looked up to her Protectors Dangling helplessly in the air calling out to her.

" PRINCESS!!"

The Prof. gave a Small Humm as he Turned his Attention to the Trio Aggressively trying to Get To their Pilot, Only to Continuously Fail. It was Quite Amusing To say the least.

" Your Right You Know.. I Don't need Her.. But I Don't need You anymore either. I have Proven that A Human Mind and Intellect Is Stronger than your Dumb Little Mindcores with this Mech."

~ He Smiled as He Slid into the Cockpit of the Mecha And Stood Proudly Behind their Fallen Pilot. ~

" Now I'll Be Able to Achieve my Greatest Ambitions with This Mech suit. Best Of all I won't have to Worry about you Ruining my Schemes. I'm Sure You're gonna make Great Spare Parts once I Dismantle you. I'm sorry To Say but.. You've Outlived Your Usefulness.. Just Like this Child."

~ He Moved The Large Mech Towards the Girl, It's Large Metal Feet shaking the factory with each Step.. She Couldn't get away.. she couldn't even see it coming.. Her Fate was set as the Giant Mech Lifted it's Pede Above their Pilot.~

" So Long little Princess."

"No..-"

" NO..-!"

" NOOO!"

She Saw the Metal Foot Coming Down Upon Her.. She Heard the Horror striken Cries of her Tobots.. she couldn't see a way Out.. She Closed her eyes and Let out One Last Shriek as the tears began to Flow down her Face..

" AAAAAAAAA-"

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*Woosh!*

In that Instance, A Few Moments before disaster Something happened. Tobais Felt The Mech be sent Backwards as Something with Great force Rammed into it. When he went to See what the heck Just Hit him, He Couldn't believe his eyes. There, Towering Over the Small Child he was Going to crush... Was a Panther Of some sort.. No.. It wasn't a Panther.. It was a Tobot! But that can't be possible.. He'd never seen any Tobot that looked like him before- Where'd she get ANOTHER ONE-!?

" WHO ARE YOU!?"

" I Am Bass, Her Solider Of Destruction. All who Dare Hurt her Shall Succumb To My Claws..

So. Stay. away. From. My. MASTER."

Bass Snarled As the edges Of His Servos Dug into the Ground. He Didn't know who this was, Or How he even Managed to Capture her Guards and get his Grubby Little Hands on his Master.. But he's Going to make him Regret the day he even Laid eyes on Her. Bass hated to Admit it, But He's Grown rather Found Of his Master.

Ever Since she Helped Him Escape From his Creators.. From his predetermined Fate.. He Decided that Rosie and Rosie Alone Shall be His Master. But the time has come for Him To Step Up and Make it Known That She is His.

Tobias Was Appalled to be threatened by a Raggedy Looking Robot! Doesn't he Know who he Is! He'll teach this Dumb Cat Some Manners!

The Mech Regained itself before Sending a servo Towards the two, Aggressively Grabbing at them. In an Instant Bass Grabbed onto The scruff Of Rosie's Hoodie and Leapt Backwards, Avoiding being Caught By Tobais's Grasp. As The Mecha Grabbed and Swung at Them, The Feline-Estique Tobot Manged to Dodge every Swing Skillfully- Jumping into the Air with each Swing. As He was In Midair The Mech's Other Servo Grabbed his Leg and threw him into the ground with a Forceful *CRASH!*

Bass uses his Body to Sheild Rosie From Receiving any Damage from the Collision with the Floor. He Let Out a Hiss Of Pain as he Landed infront the Trapped Trio Struggling to get free. He Glanced at Them and then to Tobias Closing in on them. He Got to his Pedes and Set The Child Down Before Stepping ahead of her to Face the Man in the Mech.

"This Ends Now. "

He Let out a Thunderous Roar Before Slamming his Servos onto the Floor- Letting his Claws Dig deep to give himself Stability for The Stunt he was About to Pull. His Back Arched and Snarled. His Tail Began To Sperate into Sections as a Dark Purple Substance Swirled Out of It..

Tobais Couldn't believe what he saw! This Tobot.. Had Created A VORTEX!? How Could Something Like this even be possible!? He didn't Have time To Process what Was Happening as a Bright Purple Glow Engulfed the Room..

"ARRRGGGGGHH!!!!"

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~Elsewhere~

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A Large Purple Vortex Opened In the middle Of a Clearing beside a Lake- Throwing Bass, The Trio, And The Princess Safely- But roughly- Onto the Grass. The group Gave a Slight Groan as they Slowly Regained themselves. Bass Looked Over Rosie to Make sure she didn't hurt herself from the fall. Rox was the first Person to break The Silence

" I'm Sorry But What The Heck Just Happened-?!"

"..I.. I'm Unsure.."

Onyx Rubbed the Side Of his helm as he Glanced around the Area.. He didn't recognize this place at all.. Were they even still in the city? His attention shifted to the Mech Checking over their Princess.. He remember he had Appeared Suddenly and Saved her.. But just Who was he exactly..? He Flinched Slightly as the other looked back to him.

" I Created a Vortex To send us somewhere Safe."

Bass Spoke Up as he Finished Looking over His Master. She Only seemed to Have Sprained her wrist, Other than that She was just a little shaken up. That was a Relief. He Gave the Girl Her Glasses and Stood Upwards while Brushing himself off.

" Ah, Yes..Who the Heck are You! "

Rox Pointed his Digit At Bass As The Mech Stood Up. It's not that he isn't grateful or anything on how he kept the Princess Safe.. But How does a Random Guy Come outta Nowhere, Just Totally CLAIM the Princess, Face-off with Tobias, and Then Just Poof! Sent them to who knows where just like that!?

" I literally Just Declared my Name Five minutes Ago. But I suppose you couldn't hear me over your Failure to Protect The Kid."

Bass responded Coldly as his Tail Lashed From side to Side. He definitely wasn't impressed with His masters So Called 'Guardians.'

" WHAT!!"

Rox's Wings Flapped as He let out a Low Churr in irritation. Just Who does this Guy Think He Is!

" You Heard me. I'm surprised she's managed to survive this long Under Your Care."

The Mech Scoffed.

" Why You-"

He Growled as He Went to Punch The Smug Cat

" Roxie.."

Zephyr Placed his Servo on Rox's Shoulder and Looked at him with One of those Looks. Just Let it Go.. He Helped the Princess and That's all that matters.

" HMMPH!"

The Orange Mech looked to Zephyr and then to Bass and Huffed. Fine! Whatever! Let the jerk be a Jerk. At least he seems like the Loner type to Ridicule You Before Leaving in a Pretty Stupidly awesome Manner.

" Thank You For Your Assistance.. We Owe You Our Lives. "

Onyx Smiled Warmly to the other and offered his Servo to him. But that Motion didn't seem to fair well with the feline as he Avoided it like the plague. Onyx Lowered His Servo and Frowned Slightly.. Did he just Offend Him..? He Glanced to Zephyr and Just Shrugged.

" Let's Start Over.. I'm Zephyr! And these are My Older Brothers Rox and Onyx.. And You Are..?"

Zephyr Caught Onto Onyx's Motion and Quickly tried to Apologise while Also get on his good Side. He must Obviously be a Good Person To Come and Help them in A Time of Need, Right?

" *Tch* My Name is Bass, And from Now On I shall be the True Protector of Your 'Princess'. "

He Stated as he wrapped his Long Tail Around Rosie in an Defensive Manner while Glaring at the Trio. There was No Way he was Just going to let them Be her Caretakers. From Now On He's Going to Be Her Protector.. and there's Nothing they can Do About it.

" W H A T - "

All three Siblings Gasped in Unison-

Well that Was Unexpected. Looks like their Lives are About to get A Bit More Interesting~

~ End..? ~

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18. what is a line/scene you’re really proud of? give us the dvd commentary for that scene.

Crouching down, he began to shove the photos back into the box, careful not to bend them or touch the glossy finish. But the moment he picked up the first handful, he stopped, staring in confusion down at his own face squished next to John's. He flipped it over to the next photo, this time just him grinning at the camera. The next, John, looking rather displeased, Roger's hand holding his cheeks tightly. Next. The two of them curled up on a couch, their heads bent together in sleep. Next. John from behind, but in Roger's fur coat. Roger hugging John. Roger and John drunk at a party, winking at the camera over glasses of beer. The two of them eating orange slices, showing off orange rind teeth. John asleep on the bus. Roger attempting to pour tea. John tuning his bass. Roger in John's lap. John laughing while Roger wrapped an arm around his waist. John and Roger. John and Roger. John and Roger.

John and Roger kissing. Roger was half on John, one hand threaded through John's hair, the other tight on his waist. It wasn't a kiss between friends, or even a kiss you'd give as a joke. It was a kiss. One between lovers.

Roger dropped the photos.

In the films, your memory comes back in some dramatic fashion full of tears and pain and a sequence of someone shaking apart while they clutch at their brain, agonized by the rush of memories. The amnesiac panics and flutters, weeping as it all comes back, hitting them over and over like a tsunami of pain and memory.

It was not like that for Roger. For Roger, they returned with a half sigh and the relief of finally coming home. It was like the missing piece that had been gone for so long finally snapped back into place, the key slipped into the lock, his compass finally pointed north. He picked up the photograph and his head broke through the surf, and finally, finally, he could breathe again. Out of the water and onto the shore. Between one second and the next, he felt whole after months and months of feeling empty and broken, searching for everything he had lost.

Roger rocked back onto his heels, collapsing on to the ground in muted shock as it all came back. Everything from their fights to their relationship to every damn dream he’d had and written off as a fantasy. John—his John—not Dominique. All of it, everything he had thought was true was wrong. It was all wrong, all of it. Dominique was wrong. Just being John's friend was wrong. Not loving John was wrong.

"Holy shit," he whispered, crouching down to trace the photo with shaking fingers. Freddie had taken it, in '79. They'd been over at Brian's for dinner and Scrabble, stretching it late into the night. Roger had been complaining about it being late and wanting to go home, but John had been winning and didn't want to forfeit. Roger had crawled into his lap and murmured all the dirty things he was going to do him when they got home. After one particularly filthy suggestion, John had given in and kissed him, licking deep into his mouth just long enough for Freddie to snap the pic, before throwing in his tiles and dragging a smug Roger home.

Because they still lived together. Not as friends, as partners. Boyfriends, lovers, paramours, as John's Kept Man. They were together, had been since January 21, 1978—Roger had missed their anniversary. He'd forgotten it, laid up in bed and sickly and John had never said anything.

"John," Roger murmured, dropping the picture again. "John!"

He had to call John, he had to see him. Scrambling to his feet, he practically flew out of the bedroom—their bedroom—and down the stairs, stumbling as he skipped steps in his haste to get to the phone, to get to John. What would he say? It's me; I remember; I love you; how could I ever forget you?

so i’ve definitely spoken about this being my favorite passage, but i can’t deny that its probably the section i’m most proud of. first of all, it was one of the first scenes ever written. for dyldyl; right off the bat i knew exactly how i wanted the reveal to go (although slightly different in some parts, instead of it being a photo of john and roger kissing, it was going to be a letter roger had written to john that discussed a morning bj in exchange for putting away the laundry). i wanted roger’s initial reaction to the revelation that he’d forgotten to be confusion that melted into sheer joy, and then for it to melt into horror and hurt. 

i also wanted to show that the act of remembering itself is not traumatic, in fact, it’s welcomed and almost as though roger can finally relax. roger remembers and he’s fine, he can breathe again, he’ll find john and be reunited with the man that he loves. 

i also very sneakily reference this particular scene many many times throughout john’s chapters as a kind of juxtaposition of who they are. john spends his nights sitting in the closet staring at their photos and remembering what they once had; so does roger. john also runs down the stairs the same way as roger in his haste to get to him, he skips steps, grabs the banister, spins himself around, he’s leaping down the steps to get to him. 

and, there are some mirrored references to john’s hurt in the same way as roger’s hurt. john’s hurt by the fact that roger has forgotten, roger is hurt by the fact that john remembered. the two of them are two sides of the same coin, and roger regaining his memory puts them both on equal if shaky ground. 

furthermore, the act of hiding the photographs is the kiss of death for both john and roger. for john, tucking away the photographs (which he has admitted are mostly his; john is the keeper of their relationship not just in pictures but in memories as well) is the sign that things are at their lowest, that the relationship he knew and cherished has ended. for roger, the hiding of the photographs is the very same, only for very different reasons. one was done purposefully, the other was done to them. 

i like to think that i managed to get the right sort of mood and expression of emotions right for something like this, and that i did roger’s memories justice. 

19. who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? why?

john is actually really hard for me, which is surprising because i’m literally writing four chapters from his pov that come in at 157k, plus however long chapter seven will be. i think it just takes me a while to get into his mindset? and sometimes i’ll write something that’s too ooc. john is so reserved in the sense that he holds himself really taught, and when he does break its an explosion of emotion and sort of overwhelming. he’s funny and witty and rude and so strong? but he’s also reserved. i tend to write to extremes, and that doesn’t commute with john. if it were roger dealing with john’s amnesia, it would be lots of anger and fury and tears and an overwhelming need to be supported, while john is kinda more ‘i’m going to hold it all right here in my chest until i die please excuse me while i go lick my wounds in private’. so it takes me a while and a couple of rewrites to get that tone exactly perfect. hence why john’s chapters have taken me so much longer (that, and the length). 

i also really struggle with freddie’s motives and voice, which surprises me because i think i’m the most like freddie? (okay, if freddie and roger had a baby and it was tag team raised by crystal and john). i actually tried writing a fic from freddies pov completely and i’m not gonna lie i really struggled with it. i think its because freddie is such an oxymoron of a personality. outward he’s very bright and brash and very social, constantly in your face with who he is and how he behaves, but internally he’s very shy and also reserved. his public image is very different from that of his private, and it can be hard to juggle the two of them. if you make the mistake of making him that brash and loud person when the time calls for his quiet side, you can lose the character in the blink of an eye. in order for me to understand his character and the voice i want for him, i have to try a little harder and write a little slower. 

it’s easy to make freddie just be like ‘darling’ and ‘oh how very dare you!’ and all other sorts of platitudes, but that wasn’t him. roger has said he was very shy and insecure, and that he put on an act, which is easily seen in certain interviews or when he’s been filmed without his knowledge. so finding that balance between devastatingly funny and extroverted freddie with his more introverted side can be hard. especially because the very last thing i’d ever want to do is make him a caricature of who he was. 

the easiest pov for me is roger because i basically just think: is this how a gold retriever raised in a frat house with access to cocaine would behave?? and if the answer is yes then i know it’s roger. if no, then it’s john. if fuck yeah, where’s the booze? it’s crystal. 

22. have you cried while writing a fic?

yes, but only because i was so frustrated over it. never because what i wrote was sad, because if i’m thinking it, i can compartmentalize it. i’ve cried reading fics, tho

[okimargarvez]

IT’S NOT THE END

Original title: It’s not the end.

Prompt: someone has a special gift for Penelope.

Warning: what if for first episodes of season 15.

Genre: drama, action, family, romantic.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, BAU team.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot 65 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💏😘🔦.

Song mentioned: La fine, Tiziano Ferro.

GARVEZ STORIES

Note: I written this story based on the promo and the promotional pics, before understanding the episode about the bomb would be the third. This is my version of the premiere. We are so close!

IT’S NOT THE END

 / The end will come, but it will not be the end \

The elevator doors open. The noise of the blonde woman's heels echoes throughout the building. She walks firmly, confident in her not so short dress and with that orange flower in her hair. Still, this is not her floor. She heads for a counter where another woman is waiting for her. -I have a package for you, Miss Garcia.- says the latter, bending over to pick up something bulky. She places it on the tabletop. The blonde's eyes watch it carefully. There is something strange in her expression, but understanding exactly what, here is the fun. They scrutinize every detail: the square shape, perhaps more rectangular, the red and anonymous ribbon (for many, perhaps, but not for her) that wraps it, making it look like a gift, perhaps even a welcome one. The gift of an admirer too shy to reveal himself.

After an apparently endless pause, she leans forward, approaching the object and the counter. She takes a few more seconds before reaching out, but still doesn't touch it. -For me?- her question is exactly as useless as it seems; just another way to delay, postpone that moment. Finally, her fingers touch the colored fabric. She sighs. -Was there also a note with it?- as expected, the other woman nods. She knew it had to be there. Just as she was sure of what she would find with her name written on it when that message appeared on her phone. There is something waiting for you.

Next to the package there is now an innocent looking card. Completely white. -Yes, it was about to come off. - but it didn't happen, no, it would have ruined his plans. She forces herself to take it in her hands and fits it under the tape.

She takes her leave with a simple glance. -Thanks, Paula.- she decides to take the elevator again. Better to avoid too many jolts and then... it is really very heavy and uncomfortable to carry. Just to touch it annoys her, but she can't risk putting it on the ground. She can't risk someone kicking it by mistake. There could be something fragile inside it... (even if from the weight it wouldn't be said). Or even worse. She comes down last, voluntarily, wobbling on her heels. She is too focused on her mission, to notice two eyes that stare at her carefully.

She is pondering whether to shut herself up in her office or in the one abandoned by Morgan, which no one has occupied since he left the team; because maybe she needs to feel him close at this moment. Even if she has no intention of disturbing him. And in the end, she decides to rely on the memory of her chocolate thunder. She manages to open the glass door with her foot, in a not very elegant but certainly practical way. She crosses the bullpen, climbs the stairs and just when she is about to cross the threshold of that place that she considers almost sacred, a voice behind her makes her jump. -Someone has a secret boyfriend?- in part because she didn't really expect it; partly because it's him.

The man goes around her until he stands exactly in front of her. He has an amused smile on his lips. He wears a light, striped shirt, which is strange by his standards. And as always, it's beautiful. -Luke!- she would like to be able to put a hand on her heart, which now beats wildly, for more than one reason together. -You almost make me fall...- but she has still that damned package in her hands, almost bigger than her.

The colleague suddenly stops chuckling. Now his eyes are also on that object, weighing up it, evaluating it. -Did you hear it too?- he asks, taking another step. The movement of the arms seems to suggest his intentions. It is easy for her to appear naive, there is no need to lie.

She tries to get away without being too noticed, but ends up against the door, which, being not locked, opens wide. -What?- she replies, simultaneously recovering balance. Without waiting for any invitation, he follows her inside. And, as he had done when he found her in the bat cave crying for Reid, he turns to close the door.

When he does it, he notices that the package is on the desk. -I'm not sure.- but the doubt is more than enough, for this reason he continues to proceed, with a slow and measured step, outwardly calm, towards her and towards the thing. Aware of making himself ridiculous, especially if it turns out that he is wrong and that his first impression was correct. For a moment he loses himself thinking about what he really wants. -Garcia, give me that note.- rarely they were been so close. The height difference and his dark look should be enough to convince her to collaborate. But she is damned stubborn.

She tears the cardboard from the package, risking to cut her hand. She tries hard to handle his piercing eyes. Only then will she be able to get rid of him. And she doesn't know how much time has left, if her theory is correct. She doesn’t even know why she has that fixed image in her head, that has hammered her without giving her respite since her gaze rested on the thing. -No, I don't understand why I should...- she says. But if her expression is resolute and convinced, not so her tone, which falters in several places. And of course, man notices it.

He goes around the desk, continuing the pursuit. The part of his activity with the fugitive team that he misses most. Study the prey, set the trap and hunt. Not that he has stopped since he was in BAU... only that it is no longer a job, but a hobby... -Garcia, don't oblige me to take it by force. - he threats her and there is no mischievous or erotic aftertaste, although this is a step that he would have liked to take many times. Put her to the test. See how long she can last.

She doesn't give up the note, she carries it behind her back, as if it were just a game. And she starts walking backwards, looking for an escape. Which, in the real, physical world, is not there. So, she tries another strategy. -Since you and Lisa have broken, you've gotten worse.- but the blow doesn’t hit the target as hoped. The only reaction she gets is a slight raising of his eyebrows. It would have been an unfair move, not something she usually does, to put personal feelings in the middle. Surely, he was still thinking about it, he suffered within himself; too little time had passed since that bomb had exploded, without warning. Or so it had seemed.

Not even an ounce of pain, however, peeps into those brown eyes. Just as his lips remain tense and don’t bend in a half smile. Nothing. And it has gained ground again. -This has nothing to do with it.- he only answers. She doesn't know what to replicate. The situation is exasperating her. When he is close to her, her neurons work slowly. But she can't forget why he followed her in there. That ticking. Concern overcomes everything. -So what? Do you know who sent it to you?- the blonde doesn’t nod, nor does she shake her head. Her eyes dance from one point to another of the room, of his face, of his body. Anxiety grows in that of Alvez. -Are you sure it's nothing dangerous?- here, he has said, he has laid his cards on the table. Often it happened to beating around the bush with her and in a sense it could also be fun. This time this is not suggested.

Since she doesn’t seem willing to give up, man quickly develops an alternative strategy, focusing directly on the main objective. -Wh... Why should I?- she just asks him, but despite being shaking (and if that's not a confirmation that she also suspects something, what else can it be?), she still manages to intercept his hands and stops him before he can grab the note.

They remain there, with their hands-on top of each other, without either of them making a subsequent move, for fear that when one will pull out, the other will take advantage of the slightest glimmer. -For the way you were bleached when this... was about to fall...- he can't call it by that name, he's pushed to use another term, the one that immediately appeared in his head -...this thing.- he moves a few fingers on the clearer ones, and he wouldn't know if he did it just trying to convince her. -Because I know you and I know when you are nervous and agitated.- this time she can't hold back. One of her annoyed grimaces escapes her. Like old days, when he called him Newbie. But that's not all: red cheeks and glittering eyes suggest more. -Like right now.- he adds, while his voice melts into softer, lower shades.

Maybe it was for that, maybe not, however the blonde takes her hand away from his, getting rid of him. He is almost sorry. -Profiler. Damn.- she comments, rolling her eyes, giving him the card. Even Luke's eyes take little time to realize the first obvious feature.

-Garcia, there is absolutely nothing here.- it is she, this time, forced to join him. She stands next to him, their hips touching each other for a moment, then she takes the note out of his hands, or almost, because he doesn’t give up and then guides hers.

She points out a hidden fold. But she knew it was there and this doesn’t go unnoticed to the agent. -Fold the two halves, like this.- an unequivocal image is formed thanks to that simple trick. A reptile. The long tongue, coiled in a spiral. And the tail wrapped in the same way. A dominant color, in various shades. But open to all existing possibilities. Fickle. Prone to change.

The man drops the card on the ground, like burning. -Oh fuck.- he glances at the blonde, who looks back at him. -It's a chameleon.- he says it aloud, to try to give it a shape, a sense, a reality. Because as long as the thing remains a symbol, an emblem, a bearer of dark meanings... its power will be infinite, uncontrollable. More than a human being, and it is good to remember that he is precisely a man, a living person, nothing supernatural.

He struggles to bring his eyes back to the blonde woman, who stands in complete silence. The world, today, must have got out of the wrong side of the bed... or the solar system. Everything is going against the ordinary. Garcia never keeps quiet, she always has something to express, to share with the world. And he usually doesn’t allow himself to be overwhelmed in this way by the unknown subjects they hunt. Not after Cullen, at least. And he has never seen he as anything more than a subspecies of a human being. Scum, to be exact. Perhaps, the last occasion he felt a real shiver of terror down his spine... was when he studied Scratch’s card, while Rossi was tormenting him, trying to convince him to join the BAU. Too bad that then it was his turn to witness the very little tragic and far more ridiculous end of that "monster". It wasn't the way he died that turned him into a pathetic homunculus. No, it had been as he had begged him, begged to spare him. He who had never wanted to take the burden of personally killing his victims, who had preferred to play with their deepest, hidden fears, rooted in childhood. -I know.- she only says, a low tone, barely audible, her gaze equally lost. She is terrified no less than he is. In about four years since he knew her, he has never seen her in a similar state before.

He only needs to turn around a few millimeters to find her face, her dark eyes protected by lenses and by an invisible but very resistant shield, which he has never been able to penetrate. -What did you say?- he asks, but it is not a real question, it is simply to continue their dance, their hunt, pursuit, only on another level.

In a canonical situation, she would avoid answering him in any way possible. And she would move, move away, increase the distance between their bodies, which instead are still in contact. -I know, I imagined it was for his part.- is what she says instead, a little more loudly than a little while ago, but always in a sad way, while her eyelids close slowly. That movement seems to last indefinitely, in Agent Alvez's mind.

A thousand hypotheses appear in front of him, speeding, not giving him time to read every single word well, they make up unthinkable, ridiculous scenarios, some really horrible. -What does this mean?- he is too upset and she is too close to not do something really surprising. -Do you have a lovely mailroom with one of the FBI's most wanted serial killers?- he grabs both her arms, a little above the elbow, forcing her to look at him, even if she was already about to do it. He needed it more than she did. Just as he needs an explanation, to see her shake her head, to deny. And that this is the truth. He will understand if she lies to him.

And the woman satisfies him, more or less. Her head remains perfectly still, unlike the lower lip, which begins to vibrate, almost endowed with its own life. Catalyzing all the attention on oneself. -N... No, it's just...- he increases his grip, squeezes harder, as if he were trying to squeeze the words out of her. And maybe it really is. -It’s just that he...- a man, a male being, he really seems so, when that pronoun comes out of her mouth, ambiguous, vague, which takes on the connotations that you want. -He sent me things.- she finally concludes. And now her lips are in good company. The tremor spreads throughout the female body, following a strange path, devoid of sense and logic. First her hands begin to be shaken, then her knees, her arms (and he with her) and finally her legs.

This alone prevents him from getting really pissed, even if it is Garcia and it is difficult to imagine being able to seriously argue with her, to discuss without traces of malice and joke, to shout something bad and unforgivable on her. More than difficult. -What the hell... How long?- he forces himself not to further strengthen his grip, because he risks of seriously hurting her. He knows his strength, he knows what he can do with those hands, those muscles. For years they have been his real working tool, rather than weapons. And he won't take advantage of it with her. Never.

But she is so scared, now that she has dropped the first wall, that she can only stutter, the same word, indefinitely. - A few... A few...- sighing, counting up to one thousand four hundred and sixty, about the days since they know each other (about), the man manages to calm down just enough not to go further. Beyond the unknown, ifs, buts and perhaps.

He proceeds by exclusion, putting the words in her mouth, contenting himself with her head shakes as an answer. -Weeks?- no. -Months?- the abyss of horror opens up more and more, trying to separate them, to suck her away from him, to bring her into its darkness, in areas where he cannot reach her. -How many months, Garcia?- a too abrupt and cutting tone comes out, sending to hell all the good intentions.

She steps back or at least tries to do it, just one step. To get away one's own body from the male one. Before he does, when he will know everything. When each card will be placed on the table. -You... You will be angry with me if I tell you.- she tries therefore, aware of the futility of her attempt, as no one can let it go, at this point.

Although she is terrified, she is no less intelligent. This is why man chooses to tell her the truth, brutal one, not to hide anything from her. What then, with her, would also be a wasted effort. She has always forced him, without being in the least aware of it (he would be ready to swear it) to be completely himself, no more, no less. -It's hard enough to stay calm, but I'll try.- he doesn’t loosen the grip, however. He keeps it constant. -Reply.- he says then, using the most peaceful and sweet shades he has in the repertory.

The woman doesn’t look at him, but replies, with only a little hesitation. -After... After Rossi's wedding.- he believed he had prepared himself for the worst. But it is the mention of that particular moment, where just with her she lived a parenthesis of light-heartedness, pure happiness like clear water of a stream, even though he was engaged with another woman, and all this has prevented him from hold back.

-WHAT?- he shouts, so loud that the whole building should have been able to hear him. At the same time, as she had foreseen, he pushes her away from himself, but not for what the woman believes. It is to avoid hurting her (physically), it is because otherwise it would have been natural for him to increase the hold on her arms, until she would have screamed in pain and then a red, and blue... -Emily knows?- he asks, voluntarily ignoring her destroyed gaze. But she still finds that minimum of strength to shake her head. -Why haven't you told anybody about this?- he stretches his arms again towards her, without grasping her. Incredibly, it comes out a voice not exaggeratedly altered or too loud. And this is exactly why the woman is even more frightened; Luke's anger is latent, just above the surface. He is a bomb ready to explode. Once again, she is unable to keep her body still; it wobbles as if it were on a jackhammer.

-I, he...- she only manages to stand out those two words, while two big tears are thrown into the void. He certainly can't pretend nothing. He never endured seeing her cry, even just seeing her sad, picking up a subdued tone not full of joy in her voice. He has all those moments in front of him, just lowering his eyelids to see them flow like a film projected only for him, in his head. When Hotch announced his resignation, when there had been that bad case of human torsos torn apart, throughout Reid's story in prison, when Walker was dead, when they found out that drones had destroyed an elementary school by mistake.

He realizes that she needs a shake, literally, to say at least one sentence of complete meaning. -He threatened you directly?- he presses her, already feeling the anger rise, squeeze his heart until it bleeds, even if it was wrapped in barbed wire, and then continue, continue higher, stroking his throat before reaching its true goal: the brain, so as to make him say the wrong thing. He is an ace in this kind of thing. Then he extends his fingers just enough to get back in touch with her arms, bare from the elbow down. He moves his fingertips slowly, in a sort of caress. And finally, Penelope reacts in the hoped-for way.

She barely looks at him, she doesn't stop shaking, but she tries to explain. -I just didn't want that...- she decides alone that this is not the right way and she changes her path. -...that the team could wasting time with this... I thought I could do it alone...- and here it is, the altruist Garcia, able to apologize for not having yet overcome the trauma of being almost dead in front of her house at the hands of a bastard who he unfortunately hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting. He would have gladly had a chat with him. Here is the downside and how she shines, almost as much as her blonde hair, now darker on the tips because of the tears she hasn’t stopped shedding.

And he should only hate this side of her character, yes, he would like to detest it with all of himself, because he looks at what mess it put them in, because she risked being killed in order not to disturb others... does she really think she is worth so little? And it doesn't just refer to him. Is the ray of sunshine of the BAU really the wake of a star without a sky, long since extinguished? He sends back the mass of thoughts that now has no way to deal with (and any excuse is good to postpone). -You aren’t trained for this.- he points out, in a calm tone, always moving slowly, gently, the fingers of both hands on her forearms. She must be really in a state of shock not to have tried to stop him, nor to have try to protest. It's not that she allowed him to touch her so many times... and again he is going off topic. -Were you able to trace a sender's address?- a single, very short flash, a memory of the flames that burned in his eyes every time he said something stupid, half naively, half on purpose to provoke her... or simply to catalyze her attention on himself. That to get this he had to embarrassing himself even in front of her precious Morgan, it was an acceptable price to pay.

And even in this case he still gets a positive result. Garcia's face melts into what is probably her first smile of the day. Not as great as those of the golden age, but a good starting point. -No, but I'm working on it.- she replies. Maybe it's just because they're back in her safe zone, her area of expertise. Reluctantly, Luke takes his hands off her arms, but not without leaving a kind of long caress from her wrist to her hands. He doesn't say anything. -I only wanted to tell you when ... When I was sure...- she tries instead to justify herself.

The man nods, to make it clear that they are on the same side, in this story; in fact, they are literally on the same boat. He points to the package, he was able to call it that way, maybe things are all coming back to their usual place. -There could be something unpleasant inside, do you realize that?- of course she did, she's not a fool. But even the best brains can failure about something. In fact, adding to her genius her naive disposition... you obtained an explosive cocktail. She opens her eyes wide, at the corners of which two tears remain about to dry out. He feels his hands itch because of the need to dry them, send them away and perhaps at the same time cancel her pain. Instead, as a good special supervisor, he sighs. -If he's done his math well, he'll know you love animals.- he explains. But she get the point already with his previous insinuation. Penelope sees as if Sergio's head was really in front of her, beheaded, his eyes glazed, open to nothing, his black fur that under his chin had now turned gray... -It could also...- and then another image, no less ugly. Pieces of meat with fur still attached, brown-colored, orange fur, depending on your point of view. Brown paws. A bushy tail that could very well be her scarf.

Those visions are so credible that she doesn’t hold back a cry that seems to have come out of a horror film of those done well. Partially choked, because terror closes the throat. Partially acute. -No!- she also moves her hands in front of her, temporarily as blind and hits him, pushing him away.

Luke, however, doesn’t miss the opportunity, capturing her, wrapping both arms around her back and pressing her against his chest, letting her punch him, however too weak, letting her vent the terror of a hypothesis that could prove unfounded. Although he cannot see through her mind, he senses enough. He waits until she has calmed down enough that she can hear what he has to say. -That's why we're a team.- yes, it's so weird that right him say this, the lonely wolf, the one who was happy alone, lurking in the cold, in the most uncomfortable positions, for hours and hours, without sleep, with no other thought but to return by Roxy. -We help each other.- but he has changed so much since he joined this group. It wasn’t starting a relationship after years of voluntary solitude, nor go to move the best proof. No, the real evidence, as they say in court, was when Barnes tried to destroy them, divided them physically but not spiritually, tried to gain his approval, even she tried to rip him off by withdrawing the story of Scratch out, approving and praising his choice to let him die (which instead he could never have accepted inside himself) and he replied to her, clarifying that he was fine where he was; nothing more. -There shouldn't be any secrets of this kind...- but it is not the case that he starts talking about secrets, since he too has one, which makes him feel even more guilty for having failed to help Scratch. That double lie, the same, mirrored, that he told two of the people he loves most in the world.

But she doesn't know it, and by now, that transparent glass that she has practically always kept between them, has shattered. She clings to his shirt as if her life depended on it. -I'm sorry.- she says, letting herself be overwhelmed by the masculine warmth, by that too intimate contact that she has postponed for as long as possible, with very rare exceptions. It's different from their first and only hug and also from when they danced that slow together at Rossi's wedding. It is different because he is different now. Because he's single again. Because it's too easy to fall. Because she needs that he tells her it doesn't matter, they'll fix it together. Because she is no longer able to deny anything about what she feels for him: friendship, love, vulnerability, extreme attraction. It seems that the thin crack in her soft armor has widened a lot. And there is no way to go back.

Luke nods and perhaps has understood that he has gained access to a new level, because one of his hands moves from her back to her head, his fingers get stuck in her hair, directly massaging the skin and giving her a series of jolts along the spine. Much, much better than what she had dreamed of. -I know , I know.- he whispers after a century. How is it possible that she is not a skinny girl at all (she still likes to consider herself young), yet in his arms or even when she is close to him, she seems so small? He is not that massive. There must be a strange optical effect behind it. Unfortunately, he suddenly interrupts the movement she was already fond of to grab her face with both hands; and here we go again, it almost looks like that of a little girl, wrapped in this way by his long amber fingers. And this time it's Luke who thinks so. -What else has he sent you?- he asks. And maybe she wouldn't have been able to answer him if he hadn't moved that damned right thumb on her cheek, where there was still the arid trail of a tear. She swallows. She doesn't want to come out of his arms anymore. She doesn't know how much time has actually passed since they entered Morgan's former office, but a voice in her head tells her that not much is left. The hourglass is about to capsize for the last time...

Then, reluctantly, hearing every fiber of her body protest, she detaches enough to regain part of her mental faculties. -Only notes and... Origami.- she observes him open his eyes. Yes, she too was very surprised the first time when she noticed this particular talent. -And drawings. Horrible.- she adds promptly, shivering at the memory. And how many times did she ask herself why her? Did it depend more on the role she played within the team or on her character, as Luke had practically suggested? The man was a bastard who knew how to do it. It's one way to keep on tormenting Rossi was to shift his attention to the rest of the gang. He had to know that they were a family and the family was important to him too; did he not carry his daughter with him in his crimes? Grace had injured Agent Alvez, fortunately superficially. But it was been like an alarm, a fright, a warning that had reminded her of how futile her attempts to not fully express her affection were. So was that why Everett Lynch (of all the surnames, just that of one of her former boyfriend?) had put her at the center of his crosshairs? Because she was the most fragile, emotional one? Maybe he knew that she would handle the game, that she wouldn't tell others until…

-Did you keep them?- Luke's voice brings her back to earth. She nods. There is no more time to let herself go to crisis, to cry, to take advantage and be consoled by him. On not very firm legs she walks up to go around the desk.

-I have put them in this drawer, since nobody has occupied this place yet.- she explains, simultaneously opening it. A shadow that takes away the light makes her guess that he has already reached her. The contents of the drawer manage to snatch a nostalgic smile from her. The reaction of the man is very different, even if she cannot see it. He only had a chance to see her with Morgan once and he behaved pretty well. But apparently, he has a lot to work on managing his jealousy. That photograph, of them together, sends blood to his brain, even if they are doing nothing. But she is still in an attitude that she never held with him; she is so relaxed, with that mouth bent in a playful grimace. And then some toys in her style. Penelope pulls them aside and turns to hand him a packet of papers. Several. Too many. But he doesn’t want to allow thought to develop. If he has to, later.

He flips trough them, without voluntarily focusing on anyone. Just to get a general idea. -Oh, f...- he is not the kind that curses, but this time he barely holds back, and not to upset her, rather because the words are torn from him by a puff of vomit which he barely rejects. -Why don't you have any...- he barely meets her gaze and shakes his head. -Forget it.- he decides, getting a sigh of relief as a thank you. -Let's take care of this box.- he backs to the origin. He lifts it. -It looks pretty light.- but it seemed to her exactly the opposite. The man's eyes widen as far as possible. -Fuck.- this time he really said it. He turns to her abruptly, grabbing her by the arm and shoulder without sweetness. -Get away from here immediately, leave the room NOW.- he tries to push her, but when she wants to, she is able to resist. She suddenly finds all the strength lost in her legs, putting her feet down, at the cost of scratching the floor.

-No, no way.- she protests, in an equally unexpectedly firm and convinced tone. Adamant. Luke already knows that the game is lost, that unless he picks her up in his arms she will not move, but there is no way to implement this plan, nor to evacuate the entire building. The only possibility they have is to prevent it from bursting. And the woman he is in love with, she is wasting his time again because of her selflessness and cursed spirit of sacrifice.

He takes her by the hips, or rather, a little higher, forcing her at least to look at him and hoping that this truly outside the lines gesture can make her come back to her senses or upset her enough to become a dead weight. -Garcia, I told you to go away.- he glances at the package, now open. A red light flashes. -There isn't much time left before it explodes, if I can't find a way to stop it...- she shakes her head and quickly gets rid of his hands, reaching the box. For a moment they watch the timer ticking off the seconds. Less than a minute. To be exact, 57 seconds. It's almost certainly activated the moment Luke has lifted the lid. Otherwise they would already be dead, they would be ash. In this way their bodies would become just one, though not in the way they both hoped.

She is the one who grabs his arm, the one with the hand resting on the desk, digging her nails in the flesh of the man. He neither complains nor protests in any way. -It's my fault, I don't leave you alone to die.- she says then, and it seems so much a stupid sentence, came out of one of those action movies that he loves to watch at the cinema. But now that Phil is gone, who can he share these moments with? He should try asking Matt...

She lets him go, ignoring the signs she left him, while he runs his finger on his arm more in a caress than to check the damage. She takes the package with both hands and brings it closer to her. She pulls out the bomb, which has the appearance of a clock radio. Random or ironic choice? She doesn't stop to really ask. -What do you do?- instead, the man asks, observing her precise movements with admiration, feeling increase the attraction he feels towards her (he didn’t believe it was possible).

Penelope wastes no time to turn around to see how surprised he is to see the ex-queen of ice fumbling with that stuff, her fingers painted in the colors of the rainbow being able to open a crack so as to further open the box. -Morgan was in the bomb squad.- she says. Outside she seems so self-confident, but inside she is trembling. -He taught me something...- she adds. She tries not to think about all the opportunities she has missed, about the fact that she could die without knowing if Luke has ever felt something for her, even a bit, just a little something. Even if he just considers her his best friend, because he now holds this role... even if he doesn't know it.

As much as Luke is actually in love with her, he doesn't allow this to cloud his federal brain. -You are sure you know what you are d...- he ventures, but he stops when he sees that series of filaments appear. Just like in the movies. He is no longer so sure that he will continue to love action movies in the same way. Perhaps a good romantic movie would be better. Sir, I promise that if You let us survive, I will ask Penelope if she wants to go to the cinema with me to see one of those tearjerker movies and that I will not fall asleep. He hears his grandmother admonishing him for not choosing a more canonical prayer. Penelope turns to him for less than a nano second, not even the chronometers of formula one would be able to measure precisely how much time has passed. She glares at him with a dirty look. The display, open in two, indicates that 30 seconds are missing. He should take her in his arms and kiss her. At least he would die knowing one thing out of the thousand he would like to find out about his blonde colleague.

Instead, he stays motionless to see her fulfill their destiny, to see her pulling out a knife that he hadn't noticed before from one of the drawers. -Do you have a better plan?- he shakes his head. -Ok, it's going to explode.- 15 seconds. -Ok.- 13, 14. -I’d cut...- 11, 10. An unknown voice, deep, reassuring and definitely not of this world talks inside her. His favorite color, it only suggests. She closes her eyes. But time hasn’t stopped for pity. 7, 6, 5...-…the green.- after having performed her task with surgical precision, Penelope's body decides to abandon the game. Luke, who is exactly behind her, very close, feels a new weight on him and sees her sliding towards the floor. Of course, he catch her before such a catastrophe can occur. He can’t let her die in front of him after they survived an explosion. What she has done is so heroic that perhaps he should lead her to see Wonder woman 1984, instead of Little Women, although it will surely be one of her favorite novels. Or maybe Mulan. In short, he should buy a season ticket.

But now he has other things to think about. He gently rotates the woman 180 degrees, so that he can see her better, especially in the face. If she has lost consciousness, she has already regained it, but she still doesn’t stand up, the weight pushes her down, gravity wants to get the better. Her eyes are narrowed and empty, her fair skin is even whiter and above all, cold. With one arm around her waist he holds her up, completely against him, she can feel her breasts pressed against her chest, but there is no way to get excited, he is too scared. With his other hand he strokes her face. -Garcia, are you okay? Do you feel good?- he watches her eyelids quiver in an attempt to fully open.

She makes an attempt to break away, embarrassed by the situation in which she has placed him, but gives up after a moment. -So... sorry, I didn't want...- she stutters, but she isn't even sure she spoke, because the sentences, the words get confused in her head. -Only...- she gives up, using him as a rescue anchor and concentrating all physical and mental energy on a simple task that she has had to learn and that has perhaps saved her life several times. Breathe in and out, long breaths, bringing oxygen to the brain. But above all by distracting one's mind from the unpleasant thoughts that caused her to faint. Luke is still there hanging from her lips. -My heart, every now and then... it loses a few beats.- she says then, and it could even seem one of her jokes, if she didn't look like a corpse that escaped from the morgue.

The man feels the need to laugh, but not for her phrase. But because once again she managed to amaze him with another absurdity. -There is no reason to apologize.- however, he merely comments, hoping to reassure her. -Hold on to me as long as you need it.- he shivers a little while he says it. How many times has he dreamed of embracing her, really hugging her, not only the thing that she had given him out of pity. But not at the expense of her health.

Penelope nods, just barely, because there is no need to provoke other dizziness. -Ok.- and so they stay there, motionless for at least five minutes, until she decides that she can get by, but for safety she lays a hand on the desk. He looks at her without opening his mouth. -Then, it was fake.- she says, looking towards that confusion of sheets with horrible drawings, colored threads, an empty box. -Why would he send a fake bomb?- she then asks, but she is not demanding a real answer.

She hears Luke heave a long sigh. She cannot know that he practically stopped breathing when he saw her fall to the floor. -I won't be able to defuse explosive devices, but I studied the profile of those ones like Lynch.- he says, activating the federal agent mode, because in the end  he always chooses duty instead of pleasure. And now is not the time to change course. -It was a diversion.- he adds, seeing her frown.

-What do you mean by...- he doesn’t let her end, there is no need.

He stops the hand that was about to touch that device again. What could they expect from someone who wanted to be called the Chameleon? Nothing is as it seems, everything can take on different meanings. A ticking time box is not a bomb in Everett Lynch's world. -I'm not sure .- he leaves her wrist and she just brings her arm against her body. -We have to talk about it with the team.- here again the terror peeps into her brown eyes.

-Oh no, no.- she shakes her head madly. -They'll hate me too. I never wanted...- she has lost color again. This time he doesn't wait for her to fall, he grabs her first.

He massages her back, the shoulder blades to be precise, with skill. -Calm down, breathe, everything is good.- he says at the same time in an obviously calm tone. -No one will hate you.- he then adds, after a moment, moving higher, just a moment on the neck (it is too intimate a part, although too often overlooked), stopping in her hair. -We all know you are the most selfless person on the planet. Unfortunately, this has its collateral aspects, but... it's still worth it.- she raises her face until she meets his sincere gaze and nods. She comes out of his arms but takes his hand and squeezes it tightly.

 In this way, they enter the room, even if no one asks questions about it and after a moment they separate, each reaching their own position. A glance is enough to make her understand that this time she will have to sit quietly, and that the explanation of the case will be up to him, no but. He begins with a neutral: -We have news.- Emily looks at him badly and Rossi barely refrains from choking him, while explaining before the fake device, then of the practically certified author of the gesture, while showing them the offending cardboard and the drawings, carefully wrapped to avoid contamination anyway, even if they are not the CSI' agents. They pass it each other in a silence that seems almost unreal, for that room usually so full of theories, hypotheses, possibilities. All the while he feels the gaze of a particular person on him. What he always wanted, although perhaps in a different circumstance. Unfortunately, he cannot lie to them, even if he would have done it willingly, just to protect her. But the fact that he sent these things to her is a characteristic of his way of acting too important to omit it. In the most delicate way possible, he manages to explain the facts, he provides data, only at the end he says her name. His face changes, it gets tough, like every time he is ready for hand-to-hand combat. He challenges them to say something negative about her, who is aware of having fucked up, but has done it with the best of intentions. And they should know her better than him, since they have had the honor of working with her for more years.

However, he allows JJ to exclaim: -Oh, Garcia, darling.- and he approves with a nod of the head when the blonde reaches Penelope and strokes her shoulder. Prentiss would like to reprimand her, more than anything else hoping that this will push her in the future not to repeat the same mistake... but who is she for judge? It is not certain for Luke's attitude as bodyguard if she doesn’t exercise her role as leader. But because of a name. Doyle.

Agent Alvez continues, by returning to the beginning of his speech. The bomb was fake. He therefore expounds his theory that it could only be a diversion.

And at this point Matt asks the most sensible question, the one that everyone should have asked. -Are you able to find a physical connection that can tell us what his real goal might be?- Luke is already about to respond, but another voice is making itself heard. Ringing, confident, convinced voice.

-Yes, I just spotted it.- she certainly wasn't there to waste time. As she told him long ago, she is very good at multitasking. Luke's voice has been like a sweet background, despite the macabre argument and has lulled her in her digging in the maze of evil. The man hints a small smile in her direction. Proud. Delighted.

 Even there are many things he wanted to do, he adds nothing to that look. He goes out like everyone else, reaches his desk and checks that everything is in his backpack, even if he already knows it is so, because he doesn't need many things and is an extremely precise and orderly type. He certainly doesn't expect her to come to him, as he asked three and a half years ago. Maybe this time the walls really collapsed once and for all.

She stays a few seconds looking at him, standing. -Luke.- he will never get used to hearing her say his name. Needless to say, it is like heavenly music, a choir of angels, a concert for his ears. The sexiest and sweetest thing he has ever heard.

He stands up, letting his eyes fall into the darker ones. -Garcia, are you better?- he asks and really cares to know.

She nods. -Yes, indeed, no.- but then she shakes her head. There is something strange about her again, but he doesn't believe another bomb has come. He watches her hesitating. He meditates for a moment to go around the desk, but then decides to stay where he is. However, within a short time he will have to go away. Evil awaits no one.

-What happens?- he asks, without breaking eye contact. But she reaches out to take one of his hands. He is too shocked to return the hold. He can't think any sensible hypotheses that could push her to do such a thing. Ok, even less than an hour ago she did it, but she had a reason: it was like asking him for confirmation that they were together in front of the team in this thing. Now…

She squeezes it in a convulsive way, her nails pressing on his palm, already rough and full of marks. -I wish I never found that address!- then she exclaims, not shouting but going close, her desperate gaze. It's too much. Luke puts the backpack over his shoulder and reaches for her on the other side. Instead of doing what he thought and desired, however, he starts walking in the direction of the elevators. She keeps up with him. -Please, don't go!- on those dizzying heels that always slender her turned legs. And that distract him from the ongoing conversation.

He blinks twice to collect his thoughts. -What are you saying?- he stops and she, with him, like they were held together by string, like puppets. -You were great, probably thanks to you innocent people will not die.- he believes that she needs to be reassured, and he is not entirely wrong. But he was wrong about the reason.

Her eyes wander without seeming capable of stopping on something. Her hands also move frantically, until she puts both on his muscular arms. Okay, there is definitely something bizarre. However, he cannot skip this mission. It wouldn't be fair and Prentiss wouldn't allow it anyway. He voluntarily avoided telling them about her fainting. -But you all could die.- she says. A twinkle in her pupils, but she's not actually crying. Then, in a much lower tone, she adds: -You could die.- she increases the grip and then suddenly loosens it, almost realizing what she has done.

It is he now who feels the need to restore this contact. -It would not be the first time that we run this risk.- instead he points out. Will he ever choose the easy road instead of the rough one? Useless and rhetorical question. -Why should it be different this time?- he doesn't expect her to answer him. He doesn't even know why he asked that kind of question. In all other cases she would have remained outstanding, lining up with the others.

Not today. They have gone through too many barriers to stop now. -Because... you're different.- he heard right and she has really put emphasis on the pronoun. And her gaze has not wavered. But it can mean everything, make him the happiest man in the universe, like nothing. She could mean it as a way of making him understand that now she has finally fully accepted him in the team, that she loves him... as one of the family. -I am afraid that now that you are no longer...- she adds. Luke can't just shut up.

-Are you afraid that I would play the hero just because I no longer have a girlfriend waiting for me at home?- this time he get the point. Her lost expression confirms it. He shakes his head, annoyed by not having the time to make her understand what he wants. -I'm not so unwary.- instead he just says. -And then I still have Roxy and Lou, to take care of.- he points out, avoiding to add And the team, but above all, you. -You don't have to worry about us, and above all, not about me .- and instead he would like to be selfish. Without asking her, he promises it anyway. -I'll be careful, okay?- too hasty and simplistic in the woman's eyes.

He starts walking again and she clings to his arm. -No! I have a terrible feeling... I feel it.- she tries to explain, but it is impossible. Luke isn't paying attention to her, even if she doesn't think he doesn't give a damn. He is simply too dutiful and has always known it... wasn't it one of the many reasons that led her here, to plead with the scoundrel to stay on the ground? -Like the night my parents died.- she adds this detail, hoping that he can feel pity for her, but this doesn't work either. He continues relentlessly. -Please don't go.- she repeats. She gives no other examples, but in that moment she relives the exact same sensations. Whenever she looked up and counted how many hours or minutes to 18:30, she was just a child, every time the phone rang and no one on the other end answered and she struggled with the urge to scream. And her grandfather had died the only time she had forgotten to call. Too much weight on a little girl's shoulders. Or again her beloved great-aunt, who lived right next to her grandfather and who had proposed to spend time with her after the funeral; and she knew she would have to accept, she knew she would never see her again... but she hadn't been strong enough. Now, in the present, she decides that she will played any cards so as not to lose Luke too. -You know that bombs are placed to hit rescuers, in many cases.- a thought that came out of nowhere, which doesn’t belong to him.

The man sighs. He would like to be able to tell her that she is right, with all his heart, just to see her smile. But he can't. -The Chameleon is not a bomber.- he points out kindly. -It's another kind of killer.- he shrugs and runs his tongue over the palate. -I'm sorry, Penelope.- he touches her arm in a gesture that seems all too friendly, at least for his taste. Even if he wishes to drag her against his chest and to kiss her properly, a kiss that contains all the statements he cannot make. -I have to go.- he starts again and like the previous times, her alarmed voice has the power to block him.

-I can't do anything to stop you?- there would be ways, but he's not going to let his brain flood him with red-light Penelope images. However, he already has a good supply and if anything, he will think about it in the downtime in the car.

He turns back to her. -I don’t think.- and suddenly, the stroke of genius. He approaches her. -Listen to me, when I return you will explain to me where all this anxiety for my safety comes from.- he winks at her, but doesn’t give her time to reply, enjoying that red mouth ajar only for him. -We can go for a walk with Roxy and Lou and laugh at all this in front of... a cup of tea?- he proposes. For him it is almost an appointment and even if it will not be at the beginning... it will become so for the end of the evening.

Objective partially achieved. She is smiling. -I... I'd like to, but...- but it doesn't last long, because there are still all those fears that press on her heart and lungs, preventing her from breathing properly.

However, she is interrupted by another male voice. -Luke, we're leaving.- he turns and nods to Matt, who returns him with a strange look. Maybe he will have something to discuss with him too... He sighs and focuses on the blonde again.

-As you would say, duty calls.- the joke doesn’t have the power to make her laugh.

She stops him one last time. -Wait up. There's one thing you need to know before you go.- they are really there. He is a fucking profiler and here in front he has all the significant signs: dilated pupils, sweating slightly above the norm but cold hands, redness on the cheeks, look in general bewildered. -I have... I have...- he would like to shake her and instead he does nothing.

Another voice, this time feminine, authoritarian. -Alvez!- but he can't listen to her right now. For once, duty can wait. A few seconds more.

-Do you have what?- he urges her. Prentiss electrocutes him from inside the elevator.

A second before he gets on board and before the doors close, he seems to hear her saying -...a crush on you.- he could blame his desires that push him to see what doesn’t exist, if it wasn't that he, unfortunately, can read lips.

 Usually she waits for them to call her and notify her that the mission has been successfully completed. This time, however, it is impossible for her to bear the tension of not knowing. She struggles with herself until she gives in and calls JJ, explains (little) the situation and promises to allow her to listen. She never did it. The explosion deafens her for a few minutes. She can only hear a high-pitched whistle in her ears and it's not because Luke is thinking about her. Luke. Thinking about the man's name is the most (wrong) thing she could do. The view fogs up, everything turns white and then black, the absolute emptiness.

Across the line, JJ tries to get in touch with her friend, to warn her that they have managed to save the family that the Chameleon wanted to hit. -Garcia, we did it.- no answer. -Garcia, we're all fine, can you hear me?- nothing to do, still silence. She shakes her head, glancing in alarm at the boss. -She doesn't answer.- she only mentioned something of her strange request. Penelope certainly doesn’t have exclusivity regarding the catastrophic premonitions.

-Maybe the line went down.- Tara considers. But the little blonde shakes her head.

She points to the screen that indicates that the call is still in progress. -No, look. Garcia! Garcia, answer!- only Agent Simmons notices the colleague and friend is heading towards one of the hummers with the clear intention of getting on board. And also, his expression. Despite his soot-covered face, he has managed to spot the terror on his face perfectly.

He follows him, putting a hand on his arm and forcing him to stop. -Alvez, what are you doing?- the other doesn't answer. -We should let them examine us.- he reminds him then. This is the protocol. Even if no one seems to have been injured, a checkup doesn't hurt. Certain problems are not visible... especially after a trauma such as a detonation.

But Luke shakes his head, trying to free himself. He has lost all sorts of brake and doesn’t care anything that his friend can understand the exact meaning of his sentence. -There is no time, I have to go to her.- Matt lets him go and shakes his head in turn.

-You can't go alone.- he says then. He goes around the car and sits in the passenger seat. -I come with you.- Agent Alvez doesn’t pay particular attention to him. He starts with a skid like in a rally, not that he didn’t know that his was an abrupt driving, but...

-Luke, will you explain to me what's going on?- he asks, holding on to the handle, while his body is thrown in every area of the car, despite wearing the belt. Fortunately, he is still wearing also the bulletproof vest. It helps him.

Luke grants him a quick answer, while he is overtaking for the third time in less than a minute. -I can't, I have to stay focused on driving.- Matt widens his eyes and feels that there is nothing he can do to stop the comment from coming out.

-If you had left the wheel to me...- he gets a bad look in return. Then he changes his strategy. -Get into an accident will not help Garcia.- he hits the target. The ship is about to sink. Luke sighs, taking a curve with a little too much momentum.

-I know.- he admits. -But...- he has to tell him, also because he needs to talk to someone about it. Because every second that passes could be a bit much. Too late. -I think she's had heart problems since Battle shot her.- she hasn't confirmed it, but it's easy enough to do the math. -Today, when we opened the first package... she fainted.- the detail that changes the final composition. Now Simmons is also worried.

But he tries to keep calm. He wants to see Kristy and the kids again. He is about to become a father for the fifth time. He cannot die in such a pathetic way. -Prentiss called Anderson, you'll see that...- the other man nods. There are still many things that he hasn't said to him and that would help him understand the reason for all this apprehension.

-I know, but I think seeing me could help her get better.-

 He has no time to waste with unnecessary elevators. He throws himself up the stairs, eating three steps at a time and risking tripping several times. Tomorrow his knees will present him the bill. He is trained, but not for this. As they ran like crazy Emily called to warn them that Penelope was with Agent Anderson in a small room with a sofa. Alive, she pointed out. She hadn't wanted to go to the hospital. He burst into the room so sharply to risk letting the door out of its hinges. He has to force himself to calm down, otherwise it won't help her. He meets the gaze of the man, who nods and leaves the room. Good old Anderson, so intuitive. He sits in his place, much closer. He strokes her hair and cheeks. -Garcia, hey, Garcia, I'm here, do you see me?- she slowly opens her eyes. He sees her glasses on the table next to him and places them on her nose. -I'm fine.- he says, barely realizing he's using the same tone he does when talking to Roxy. Sweet, caressing and full of love.

She blinks several times. -Lu... Luke.- a weak smile curls her lips. Maybe she's thinking it's a dream. She needs a concrete gesture. Gathering all the courage in his own hands, he gently takes her by the shoulders, until her head is rested on his legs.

She looks at him without saying anything. -Yes, it's me.- He doesn't stop caressing her, touching her. -The team is coming, we're all fine.- he didn't have a hallucination, before they left she told him she had a crush. It is little compared to what he feels, but it is a beginning. -Ok?- she just nods. -And you will be fine too, do we agree?- another small movement of the head that tickles him, despite the layers of fabric between her hair and his skin.

-O... ok.- she even struggles to say. But she has something to add. -Roxy...- he understands exactly what she is referring to, not just about his dog.

He sets her hair better so that it doesn't bother her. -If you recover, we will take that walk, or you could come to my place anyway, or we could come to yours.- yes, because it is excluded that he will leave her alone tonight, if they should also force her or him to go to the hospital... they will still be together. End of discussion. -You don't have to worry about this.- an imperceptible pause, especially for her who is so weak. -In fact, you don't have to worry about anything.- he watches her eyes close again and after a few minutes the weight on his legs increases. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a blanket and doesn’t wonder with too much interest who brought it there or what it served before. He lays it on her sleeping body and lets himself go to his thoughts, leaning his back better.

It spends about an hour like this. The team have arrived, but only JJ has been sent on a mission to check the situation. She has looked through, watched them, she has smiled and left. No other visit since this. It is the voice of his angel that awakens him from torpor. -Luke.- she sounds much more determined and confident.

He sighs, preparing for detachment. -Hey, how are you feeling?- he observes her red cheeks as she pulls up from his legs. Penelope doesn't answer. -I think it is better to postpone the walk.- he says then, but sees her eyes wide, already shiny. -No, don't make that face.- he strokes her cheek. She follows the movement of his hand in detail. -You will still see Lou and Roxy.- he reassures her. He stands up. He sees her shoes and hands them to her. -I'll take you home, let's go.- he reaches out and after a hesitation she grabs his hand.

They walk towards the elevators. No one in sight, not even Anderson. -Luke, I... here, I'm sorry to have...- she hates being so fragile, stupid and emotional. -It was selfish to tell you that way.- she finally manages to say. He stops, shakes his head.

He presses the button to call the elevator back to their floor. -No, you are anything but selfish.- he replies then, in a tone that doesn’t allow replies. He lets her go first but doesn’t stray too far from his body. There is only one thing he cares to know. -But was it the truth?- she looks at him and just the way she does it is an answer. But then she nods, blushing again. He enjoys that awareness for a moment. Now he knows it's true. Now he knows he will be happy. That he will can no longer see only the gray of the world. That he will be forced to strive to be happy. -You are not obliged to answer me, but... how long?- well, maybe there is another question that interests him. But compared to the former it is secondary. She fiddles with shoes.

She bites her lips. -I think... since you joined the team.- she closes her eyes and lets the truth come out. -At least.- because she said it without saying it. Such a long crush is not a crush. You don't need to be a profiler to figure it out.

The revelation, however, manages to surprise him. -What? It would mean... three years.- he follows her towards the exit, in the direction of the parking lot. -Why didn't you ever tell me?- she looks at him while he opens the car door and helps her to get in. If it had been up to him, he would have even picked her up and placed her on the seat but he doesn't want to frighten her.

She wait for him to sit behind the wheel. -Because... at the beginning I didn't want and I didn't admit it with myself until last year.- revelation number two (or three, if you count how long this "crush" lasted). -And then anyway you found Lisa. And I was really happy for you two.- revelation number three (four). -I didn't want you broken up with her.- Luke nods, shifting into first gear and gently pressing on the accelerator. Nothing similar to what he did a few hours ago.

-I know, better, I guess.- he gives her a single glance, promising the Lord that he will drive perfectly and will also strive in the future, if he will not make him die tonight from internal bleeding caused by the explosion in which he was been involved. Since he just can't go to the hospital.

They spend a few minutes in silence. Then she breaks it. -Can I ask you something? Why are you taking me to your house anyway?- it's his turn of the big revelations, but he never imagined his van as a setting.

He barely doesn’t break the promise made to the Creator. -I will answer to you soon, when we arrive.-

 About six months later

The blonde looks around, looking for no one knows what. -Oh, Luke, I don't know if we should do it.- he knew this would come. He was just waiting for the exact moment. -We can still undo everything, can't we?- he breathes, inhales, exhales, before answering.

-Of course, but they'll be disappointed.- and they lost two days that they could spend in very different time activities, to organize everything on time.

Penelope caresses her arms. -It's just that... it's all...- she gesticulates and then shakes her head, giving up searching for the right term to express her thoughts. -I don't know.- he nods, but before trying to make her change her mind, he needs to know one thing.

-Do you want to cancel only the party or even the rest?- because together they have made a lot of steps forward in this period, but the road is still long. He hopes it never ends.

The woman silences all his fears instantly. -No!- she protest, as if he had said the stupidest thing in the universe. And indeed, it is so. -I could never wish to not be with you.- she has to remind him and to do the same for herself. Sometimes. Fewer and fewer, but occasionally they still need it. -And don't think it's because I'm ashamed of you or us.- but of course, he thought so. As much as this is even more ridiculous. What else could he have imagined? -It's just that... I've never been the type that does things like this.- here, she has said it. The time has come for declaration number 5 (or 555).

Finally, now that he knows that everything is still fine, that in any case they will stay together, Luke approaches and wraps his arms around her soft body, which is perfectly shaped on his muscled one. -Look at that, neither do I.- he teases her, making a grimace and getting a chuckle. -Do you not remember that Rossi accused me of being afraid to make a gesture to formalize my relationship with Lisa, when I didn't want to organize that housewarming party?- Penelope changes expression. Well yes, Garcia also knows the feeling with green eyes, the Jealousy.

She gives him a push on the chest to punish him. -Yes, I remember it better than I would have liked.- she comments, rolling her eyes. It's not that strange. Less than a year has passed since this house looked different, although the furniture has remained almost the same and although he intends to mention sooner or later the idea of moving to another apartment, chosen together in every detail, which would be really only them.

But this is not the right time. An anxiety at a time, thank you. -And now this house is ours.-he underlines the last word in particular, with the tone and with a raised eyebrow. -We are on the same boat, Penelope. And I want to continue rowing.- at this joke she can't make it, she rolls her eyes to the sky.

-You are a poet, Alvez.- she comments. But he is not fooled by the playful air. Now that he knows her well, really, tha he has gone beyond Garcia to discover Penelope, he knows that her jokes and the whole apparatus are mainly a shield between her and the world. Well, with him she has to deactivate the alarm system.

-We ended up together without either of us saying it clearly to the other one.- then he starts listing. -We began to live together gradually, once again, without announcing it to anyone.- she just follows him with her eyes, now serious again, but not excessively frightened. -We kept it for ourselves for a while, until you said you were ready.- she stretches out her hand to caress his just about everywhere. When Luke Alvez is your boyfriend, there are no limits to be respected. You can start from one cheek and then move on the chest and count each muscle, end up on his groin, go up from the lower back and get stuck between his dark curls.

He particularly loves when she wanders this way along his body. But he can't afford to get excited. Little is missing for the arrival of the team, the other friends, the whole world, practically. Even if everyone knows (or imagines) that Penelope is able to excite her (almost really) fiance, it is better that they don't have clear proof of it. He stops her hand and prefers to place it on his heart. She gladly accepts. -I am aware of it, and thank you for your infinite patience.- she says at the end.

-There is no need, because I would do anything to make you feel good. I didn't know before- and how the fuck that simple adverb of time weighs -of all your fears about getting serious in a relationship, even if someone had mentioned something about a rejected marriage proposal...- she puts her hands behind his neck to draw him closer and the man imitates her.

-JJ, right?- she asks, their lips so close, yes, exactly, close.

-I didn't say anything.- Luke jokingly defends himself. Then he goes back to his speech. -I never thought that I would have liked to share a house and my whole life with one single person... indeed, with nobody.- here we are at revelation number 6. -Except Roxy.- he adds, making her laugh, this time really, because it comes from the heart. -I didn't even think that I would ever want to get married or have a family.- the embedded fingernails in his hairline transmit more her terror than that look. -Just... it wasn't in my plans.- but she won't let him get off that so easy.

-Luke...- she just says. Sometimes a name is enough.

He drags her close to him, so that she can actually feel the result of her actions. -Hey, this is not a proposal, I can do much better.- and it's true. And she knows it. As he knows that she never really wanted to get married, just like him, who loves all children but never wanted to grow up one of her own, but... -I just wanted you to understand that... you are that person with whom all these things don't make me fear.- but Penelope also knows that with him... damn, it's exactly like Luke said.

She is afraid, indeed not, she is really terrified, but not enough to blow everything up, as she did with the others. Maybe because the others just weren't the right person and they really couldn't have supposed to be, or Luke wouldn't be. And you know Luke is. You didn't want it because you already knew it, how it would end. -Well, but you also lived with Lisa.- she replies, to appease the thoughts that are running through her head, uncontrolled.

He nods. -But with her it was... it was the right thing to do.- she will never understand this, but he doesn't care. -With you, on the other hand... it was what I dreamed of the most in the world.- here, he has ruined her make-up. Only half an hour to try to repair the damage.

And Luke obviously has other intentions. -I hope the guests arrive early, because you are out of control now...- he laughs, giving her reason, but it is she who presses her lips first against the male ones. -I hope you're satisfied, because it's your fault if we organized this party.- she warns him.

-Oh, but I know that we are only at the beginning.-

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Bakugou Katsuki × Hinata Aki (Aki's pregnancy/the baby is coming!! part 2)

(Hey guys! So this is a part 2 and you already probably know the warnings: -Cursing -Child birth (if that's a warning-) So yeah with that outta the way ENJOY!!) 4 months later, Aki was 9 1/2 months pregnant and due any day now. It was May and was a really hot day. Since tomorrow was her last day of a teacher until she took maternity leave, she decided to ask Katsuki, her husband, if he could come to work with her since he wasn't going to his job as a pro hero with Aki like this. He accepted even if he had to see those little brats she taught again. He didn't want her to go into labor at the school either. When the day came, Katsuki was in a black t-shirt and black pants with red and orange shoes. Aki was wearing a pastel orange dress with a soft, white cardigan and wore white flats. "Why are you so dressed up? We're just going to the school you work at," Katsuki stated. "Well the kids in my class promised that they would throw a little party before I took maternity leave," Aki replied. "Now come on. We're gonna be late." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Katsuki and Aki arrived at the school and walked to Aki's classroom, there was a instant "SURPRISE!!!" that almost scared the shit out of Katsuki. Aki just couldn't believe at how cute the classroom looked with decorations the kids made. There was very sloppy hand writing of names of the kids surrounding the words "Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Ground Zero!" on sloppy hand writing as well. There was also a banner that said the same thing. "Oh wow! Everyone did you do this yourselves?" Aki asked. "Yeah! Our parents and some of the other teachers helped too Aki-sensei!" a girl exclaimed excitedly. Katsuki noticed that some kids were wearing custom shirts that they made. After the little party, it was the end of the day and Aki tried to hug everyone who wanted one. They said goodbye to Katsuki and Aki and it made Aki cry a little. When Katsuki and Aki got home, Aki went straight for something spicy. She didn't know if she wanted the extremely spicy ramen from last night or the Mentaiko from the night before. She decided to make the Mentaiko and boy did she not regret it. A few hours later, Aki felt a sharp pain in the baby bump area. "Ow..." she whined. Katsuki looked at her and asked "You ok?" "Yeah, it's probably just the Mentaiko I ate earlier. A few seconds later she felt it again but this time harder. Then she assumed she accidentally wet herself somehow when really her water broke. "K-Katsuki?" Aki said. "Yeah sweet cheeks?" her husband answered. "I think it's time..." Aki replied. "Time for wha-" Katsuki was cut off when Aki shouted in pain. He then knew what she meant by "it's time". "Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit!" Katsuki started to panic. "WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO?!" So Katsuki went to his parents place and asked them to come with. Of course his parents wanted to see their grandchild after the birth so they came along. When they got to the hospital, Katsuki started yelling at the receptionist and yelled "LISTEN HEAR YOU SHITTY EXTRA! MY WIFE IS IN LABOR AND NEEDS TO GET A KID OUTTA HER NOW!!!" Mitsuki, Katsuki's mother, then said "Sorry about my son. He's very nervous. He's gonna be a father soon and we need a room." The receptionist then smiled and said "Don't worry about it! There's a open room in the baby ward upstairs. I recommend using the elevator instead of the staris." When they got to the free room in the baby ward, Mitsuki and Masaru (Katsuki's dad) were kicked out because the rules are "Only the father of the child is allowed in with the mother of the child." Aki was laying down in pain. "K-Kacchan...I-it hurts..." Aki whined. "I know but we'll get through this," Katsuki replied. Aki groaned in pain. "Why can't we just do this already?!" Aki shouted. "Ma'am you can't have the child yet until you've dilated enough," said a nurse. Katsuki then yelled "SHE CAN WAIT MY ASS!! CAN'T YOU SEE SHE'S IN PAIN?!" "Sir calm down," said a doctor. "Kacchan please. Don't get to riled up. I need you here with me..." Aki said before groaning in pain as a wave of a contraction ran over her. Katsuki patted Aki's head lightly and replied with "I know but I can't see you in pain like this." Then, a doctor said "Alright she has dilated enough. Now we can start." Aki was screaming in pain as she pushed. She was also squeezing Katsuki's hand really hard. Soon, at the last push, Aki was in so much pain. "Just one of big push Mrs. Bakugou," said a doctor. Aki screamed in pain and squeezed Katsuki's hand really hard. Then, everyone was silent when they heard a baby cry. Then Aki started smiling and so did Katsuki. Their baby was born. The nurses took the baby to clean it up and get it in a blanket. Aki was really tired from all the pushing she had to do but it was worth it. "You did it Aki," Katsuki said and kissed Aki's forehead. Aki replied with "It hurt like hell though..." When the nurses got back, the baby was wrapped in a white blanket and was a bit fussy. "So? You've waited this long. You wanna know the gender?" asked a doctor. "Yes," Aki said. The doctor smiled. "I remember you telling me you hoped for a girl. Well, you got one." Aki and Katsuki were shocked and happy. The nurse holding the baby handed her to Aki. Aki held the baby in her arms. She smiled as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Hi Ichika! It's mommy!" Aki said in a soft voice. Ichika, the baby girl, instantly calmed down when she heard Aki's voice. That or it could be she's in her mother's arms. "Kacchan look at her! She's more perfect than I imagined!" Aki said. Katsuki wiped a tear. "Yeah. Hey I look more cooler than I sound right?" he sniffed. Ichika had Katsuki's ash blonde hair but it was a bit lighter and Aki's pale skin tone. When Ichika opened her eyes, they were Katsuki's eye color which was red but it was a bit lighter. Mitsuki and Masaru walked in. Of course Mitsuki asked if she won the bet because she was hoping for a grandson. Katsuki said "You lost the bet, old hag." Mitsuki then saw Ichika and instantly fell in love with her (as a family member btw). "OH MY GOD! SHE'S SO CUTE! CAN I BABYSIT HER!?" Katsumi squealed. Ichika started crying at how loud Mitsuki was. Of course Aki and Katsuki gave Mitsuki a death glare for scaring their child. "I'll shut up now," Mitsuki said. A few weeks later, after Aki and Ichika were able to leave the hospital, Katsuki had a surprise for Aki. When they got home, Aki got Ichika out of the car (Ichika is in a convertible seat which is another word for a infant's car seat). After the new Bakugou family (Katsuki, Aki and Ichika Bakugou) got inside their house, Katsuki led Aki upstairs. He opened a door and inside was a baby room just for Ichika. "Wow! Kacchan when did you-" Aki started. Katsuki immediately answered her question even before she finished. "I did this while you two were in the hospital," he said. Aki smiled and kissed her husband. Now he's the #1 pro dad as well as the #1 pro hero. (So that's it! Little Ichika is born! I might draw a pic of them later but yeah! Ichika's birthday is May 23rd btw. But anyways hope you guys enjoyed! Bye!)

[rhysie-cakes314]

Day 2 of Challenge- Lost

“If you’re not back by 10pm on the dot, I will officially assemble the Avengers to find you, do not think I’m kidding, I am not kidding. This is no joke. On second thought, maybe we should come with you. You can start going on your own next year, I don’t know why I let your Pops talk me into this, I’m going to go get my things. I could use the exercise anyway,” and he was rambling. Tony knew he was rambling. Somewhere deep down, he knew he was being unreasonable too, but he was just so nervous.

Steve placed a hand on his husband’s shoulder and gave a tight squeeze. It grounded Tony, reminded him that he wasn’t alone in his anxiety. It also had the added side effect of shutting him up. “They will be fine, Tony. Your dad knows you’ll be fine because you’re a mature, well-behaved big boy now, aren’t you?” Steve directed the last comment towards Peter.

To his credit, Peter nodded with the seriousness of a soldier on a mission. “Of course, Pops.” He looked at Tony, who was crossing his arms tensely in an attempt to stop fidgeting, “Plus I’ve got JARVIS, right dad?” He held up his Stark phone proudly with a grin. It was not a commercially available model; Tony had designed it just for Peter. It had JARVIS on it, just like all of his own devices.

Tony tried to glare at the grinning kid, but the lopsided smile slid onto his face without his permission. The kid was just so cute. “Yeah, yeah. Get over her and give your old man another hug,” he spread his arms open wide, bending to one knee.

Peter hugged him fiercely before backing away to stand next to his friend, Wade, again. “We gotta go, we’re gonna miss the good candy!”

Wade nodded in agreement. The two boys had decided to coordinate their costumes this year, and Steve had already forced them to photograph for an hour today. Wade made for a very skinny Wolverine while Peter’s eyes were hidden behind his Cyclops goggles Tony had helped him make. He had done most of it himself, but Tony had to help a little with the LED wiring. The effect was worth it. Tony made sure to text Professor X a pic, knowing Xavier could appreciate his son’s adoration of the X-Men.

“Back by ten!” Steve yelled after them as they took off into his old neighborhood. He reached over to lace his fingers through Tony’s. “Let’s go to dinner.” He felt warm and fuzzy. His family was everything he could’ve wanted in life, and memories of trick-or-treating with Bucky had him nostalgic.

“That’s not along the path that my dads laid out for us,” Peter said uncertainly when Wade began pulling him towards another neighborhood an hour later. Pops had been very particular about where they were allowed to trick-or-treat, but Wade did have a point. They were nearly finished with all of the houses on that path, and there was still another hour before they had to head back and meet his parents.

“Pete, c’mon. Do you really want to pass up on all that extra candy and go home early? There’s no reason your dads even have to know. I sure won’t tell.” His eyes were alight with mischief. If anyone could convince Peter Stark-Rogers to break bend the rules, Wade Wilson was the man for the job. He wasn’t sure why he could, Peter was usually such a stickler for rules, but when Wade set them on a path of mischief, it always resulted in laughter and a good time. Plus there was something extra fun about having a shared secret they could allude to later.

Peter bit his lip, a slight blush colouring his cheeks, and Wade wished he didn’t have those goggles on. He wanted to look his best friend in the eyes to see what he was thinking. Without explaining himself, Peter suddenly whipped out his phone and turned it off. “Can’t have JARVIS alerting them,” he explained when Wade stared at him in confusion.

Wade felt his face break into a grin. He gripped Pete’s arm again. “Let’s go!” and the two boys took off running, determined to get twice the candy they already had.

Tony pushed the lava cake around his plate, watching it slide in a fudge trail. Steve knew he hadn’t really touched his meal either. Finishing his own slice of pie, he leaned forward to catch Tony’s attention. “Are you really that nervous?”

Tony startled, looking up to meet Steve’s eyes. “That obvious, huh?” He smirked, but the fear was clear in his eyes.

Steve reached out to clasp his lovers’ hands. “Honey, you haven’t eaten at all. And Italian is your favourite.” He searched Tony’s eyes for a hint of why this bothered him so much. All he saw was raw fear. He sighed. “Parents are out on porches watching over all the kids, no one is going to get nabbed without plenty of witnesses, and Peter knows the path, he can’t get lost. Buck and I started trick-or-treating on our own even younger than this!” He let go and threw his hands up, exasperated when Tony didn’t seem convinced. He loved the man with all of his being, but it was a constant battle to keep the genius from helicopter parenting and smothering their son in protection. “When did you?” Maybe this had something to do with a traumatic experience. Steve knew there was still plenty about Tony’s childhood that he never talked about.

Tony’s face scrunched up in confusion. “When did I what? You lost me, Cap.”

Steve shook his head amusedly. “When did you start trick-or-treating without Jarvis?” It was a fairly safe assumption that Howard and Maria had never taken Tony, so Steve figured it was probably Jarvis. The butler was more of a dad to Tony than Howard.

Tony surprised him with a sharp laugh. “Steve, I never trick-or-treated, that was something for normal kids.” It hurt Steve, the way Tony sounded so casual about that. His tone gave no inkling of sarcasm or that he had the notion that there was something wrong with that. “Oh god, Steve, you look like a kicked puppy. It’s not a big deal.”

The server returned with their check, and Tony filled out the receipt with a flourish. “Did you ever get to be a child?” Steve asked quietly. Tony gave him a pained smile. It was answer enough. They stood, and Steve put his arm around Tony’s waist as they exited. He wished, not for the first time, that he could bring Howard back from the grave to kick his ass. “We should throw a costume party next year,” he suggested suddenly. It wasn’t trick-or-treating, but at least Tony would get to dress up. Peter would love it too, and he could just guess at how thrilled Thor would be to participate in another Midgardian holiday.

Tony chuckled, probably thinking along the same lines. “Yeah, okay sweetheart,” he agreed easily. They took their time walking back towards Steve’s old neighborhood. The sun was slowly setting, the sky a gorgeous array of orange and pinks. Tony inhaled the crisp autumn air and allowed his current happiness to chase away the lingering bitterness about his childhood for the time being. He had a great life. The love of his life had married him, they adopted a wonderful son, and his team had become his extended family where he never really had a real one. Life was good.

“We’re lost,” Peter’s voice wobbled, but his tears didn’t spill over. None of the houses in sight looked familiar, and Peter couldn’t remember what street they had started on anymore. He should have never listened to Wade.

“No we’re not,” Wade said quickly, leading the way in the same direction they had been walking for what seemed like forever. “I know where we’re going,” his voice confident.

The problem was that Peter knew him too well. He could always tell when Wade was lying. “No you don’t!” He shouted angrily. He was scared and tired, his feet hurt, and he just wanted to go home. “You’re just making it up and you know it.” He stomped his feet to punctuate his words.

Wade stopped walking to face his friend. It wasn’t such a big deal that they were lost. Why did Peter care so much? They’d make it back eventually. Wade always found his way eventually. “Fine, you’re right,” he admitted. “But if we walk around, we’ll figure it out eventually. Chill out.”

Peter shook his head and his face was red now. The tears finally began streaking down his cheeks. He knew Wade was never scared, and he wanted to be brave like him but he just wasn’t, okay? New York was huge and full of scary people who did horrible things. He would know, his parents had to fight the scary people all the time. “It’s not chill,” he cried miserably. “I’m scared,” he admitted in a whisper.

Wade pulled him into a hug. Peter was trembling and hiccupping. “I’m sorry,” he comforted. Peter was such a scaredy-cat. He should have expected a reaction like this. It was a real testament to how scared the younger kid was that he hadn’t thought of the obvious on his own. He grabbed Peter’s shoulders and pushed him out of the hug, forcing them to be face to face. “But I promise we’re fine. Just turn your phone back on, and JARVIS will navigate.”

Slow realization dawned on Peter, and he gaped at the other boy. “I didn’t think of that, I’m so stupid,” his voice was even more miserable now. “Plus now my dads will know we broke the rules.”

Wade reached out and snatched away the costume goggles so he could really look at his friend. “Peter, listen to me.” He waited until Peter was meeting his gaze. “You are not stupid.” His voice was firm. “You were scared and that makes thinking hard. You’re one of the smartest people I know. You even understand what I’m saying when my brain won’t make words right,” and that got a giggle from Peter. Peter’s giggle always made Wade’s stomach feel weird. He didn’t really know why but it wasn’t completely unpleasant. “And your dads will just be happy we’re okay.”

Peter stared at Wade for a moment in silence. He wished he could control his blush whenever Wade complimented him, it was so embarrassing. “Yeah, okay.”

“Young sir, you are off your trick-or-treat path,” JARVIS sounded peeved. “Would you care to explain?”

Peter groaned. “JARVIS just help us find our way back, please?” He knew he was whining, but he really was tired.

There was a beat before JARVIS responded, “head north and turn left at the next street sign.” Peter and Wade let out a collective sigh of relief. They were going to get chewed out enough as it is, they didn’t need a lecture from J too.

It turned out Wade was still allowed to spend the night, probably because Tony and Steve never really liked to send him home to his abusive parents, though they hadn’t found proof to give to children’s services yet. Peter was going to be grounded for two weeks.

“I really think it should be two months,” Tony muttered bitterly as they entered the penthouse from the elevator.

Steve chuckled. He could understand the sentiment. “I think Peter scared himself enough that it was a punishment on its own, Tony.”

Peter blushed but didn’t look away. “I wasn’t that scared.”

Wade burst out laughing, and that was really more of a cackle. Wade was cackling at him and Peter glared at the other kid. Wade showed no remorse and just stuck his tongue out before Peter took off chasing him towards his room.

Later that night, when they had finally come down from the sugar rush and were almost asleep, JARVIS spoke up. “I just want you to know, young sir, you’re never truly lost if you have me.”

Peter smiled sleepily at the ceiling. “Thanks, J” he whispered before drifting off to his dreams.

[shanfouriecoza]

Hi lovelies! It has been a good long while since my last “Flavour of the month” post! I am so sorry about that! I am super excited to share this lot with you though! Hope you enjoy, let me know if you try any of them and what you think…

Starting with the most important: Skin care. Because it doesn’t matter what you put on your face to pretty it up, if the base coat (your skin) is not clear and glowing, well then nothing will look all that good, will it?! I have really been struggling with bad skin lately, and it seriously got me down last month. I just didn’t know what to do anymore, my self confidence took a huge knock, and nothing I was doing was helping. I had heard a lot about the new Eucerin range and I figured I should give it a try. I have been so pleasantly surprised by this range, I honestly feel so happy that I found it. 1. Eucerin: The Skin Renewal Treatment: This is my go-to night-time treatment for skin that is flaring up. I have had particularly bad break outs around my jaw-line and at the top of my neck. Big nasty ones with no head they just sit under the skin. Awful. I have found that applying this treatment at night has considerably reduced the flare ups, and I can actually feel it tingling a little, which makes me believe it’s zapping them 😉 It is a thick cream-type treatment, yellow-ish in colour, but not noticeable once applied to the skin. I only apply to problem areas at night, or early evening if I feel my skin is flaring up or irritable. It settles and calms my skin almost immediately. 2. Eucerin: Active Concentrate:  This is a concentrate which claims to improve the skin’s complexion, clarifies the skin, as well as helps to prevent further blemishes. I love using this in the morning after my moisturiser and before my primer/foundation. I have noticed a noticeable improvement in my skin’s scarring / dark spots that were so prevalent before using this. I can’t confirm whether that is mainly attributed to this product or the next one listed. But I like the fact that I can apply something in the morning as protection against any further breakouts, so this is a win for me! It is light in texture, and after being gently massaged into the skin, is barely noticeable as is quickly absorbed. 3. Eucerin: Even Brighter Concentrate:  These little ampules are tiny pockets of heaven on my skin. I apply morning and night and I truly have seen such improvement in my dark spots and scarring which were previously really awful on my skin. Below: Before and after to show you how much improvement I have seen: (excuse the no make up selfies!! So embarrassing but have to show you the change in my skin!! INCREDIBLE). Available from Dischem.

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  Guys – can you also notice an improvement in the overall appearance of my skin from Before to After pics? That is all in 30 days!! And takes me on to my next product: The theory behind this revolutionary anti–aging night cream is that unlike other night creams which your skin gets used to over time, this cream becomes more effective as the results are heightened with continued use. There is research showing that the Avon Anew Reversalist Night Cream has shown results are continually effective, even after a year of use.

I was given this Avon Anew Reversalist night cream and asked to review it. Whilst using it I enjoyed the novelty of switching between the two creams, and I loved the texture (particularly of cream 2), on my skin. I have noticed a vast improvement in my skin’s dark spots, blemishes and outbreak. I have also been so impressed by the change in texture of my skin. 30 days ago my skin felt like it wasn’t my own. I hated touching it, as it depressed me. I didn’t recognise myself, by look or feel. 30 days later I have noticed my skin is supple, more radiant, and the oil balance has been restored. I am so happy! With regards to improvement in fine lines and wrinkles; I don’t believe I have seen any radical transformation, but I think it would be crazy to expect that after just 30 days. Also, I had just come out of my most stressful time of moving house. losing our nanny and crazy work loads before this, so I was (am) looking aged. Having said all that, though… looking at the before and after pics above… I do see a massive improvement in overall appearance, namely the radiance. What I have loved most about using this night cream, is that when waking the next morning my skin still feels amazing. It feels supple, soft, never dry. It is like it has been protected and nourished all night long. Really love that. To read a little more about this product read this post; I have given a slightly more detailed review here. Available from your Avon Rep.

I was given the L’oreal Pure Clay ‘Bright Mask’ by a friend last month, and I loved it so much that I ran out to get 3 more variants in this range. To say I am impressed is an understatement. This ‘Bright Mask’ contains 3 clays as well as lemon extract, which is known to even-out skin tone . The yellow clay mask has a creamy texture, with small particles acting as tiny exfoliators. The mask cleanses deep into the pores to absorb oil and remove dead skin cells without drying skin out. I am left with skin that feels fresh and clean. Love it.

The L’oreal Pure Clay Glow Mask is one of my faves so far. It is enriched with Red Algae extract, which is known for its brightening properties. The texture is also slightly granular as it contains milled apricot seeds which gently exfoliate dull, uneven skin to reveal your natural glow. It is a lovely exfoliator which brightens my skin and definitely leaves it glowing. Available at Dischem.

One of my all-time favourite products, and one I am likely to use until the day I die, is Elizabeth Arden’s 8 Hour Cream. Before our last move my hubby borrowed my 8Hour cream and misplaced it… I think I begged him every night leading up to Mother’s Day to please get me another, and he did – for Mother’s Day 🙂 I absolutely love this product. I put it on my lips as a night treatment, and put it gently around my eye area and in places I am in need of a little extra TLC, and I just can’t get enough of it’s thick, nurturing texture. I also love it’s smell 🙂

My two fave make up items at the moment are these babies. 1. Urban Decay’s All Nighter Foundation: Okay, so you saw how spotty and awful my skin was looking. I needed help to hide it! I ordered this foundation which I had seen a couple bloggers talking about, (with a 30% discount code from beautiful Bailey Schneider yay!), and oh my goodness I am soooooo happy with it. I ordered a shade too dark for winter so I am mixing it with my foundation I had in a shade too light, and voila! The perfect coverage and shade. I LOVE how long this foundation lasts – still going strong by the end of the day. Such a win for crazy busy days… and those bad skin days too! 2. Stila’s One Step Illuminating Primer: Woolies was out of stock of this for the longes time and I was soooo happy when I went past two weeks ago and they had it back again. I love the very slight shimmer it has, allowing real illumination of your skin, and also helps make up stay.

The lovely ladies at Optiphi sent me a few products to try after I burnt my face with hot oil from a pan a few months back, and this Hydra-derm HA Masque has become a firm favorite in my beauty regime. I have tried to minimise use of it for the past 30 days to give an accurate review of the Avon Anew Reversalist, and boy have I missed it. It is nourishing on another level. The perfect treat for dry, ageing skin, and I am so happy I have it going into the dry Winter days. I love using it as an overnight mask.

I am SUCH a perfume person. If I leave home without perfume I literally feel naked. Since Stuttafords closed down I have been unable to find my most favourite scent of all time: Florabotanica by Balenciaga. It was the one fragrance that I have fallen head over heels in love with, and felt like it was literally crafted for me. Since then I have tried various other perfumes, and I like so many, but none as much as my beautiful one-of-a-kind Florabotanica whom I miss so dearly! I stumbled across this oldie but a goooooodie not too long ago, and gosh I am loving it again. DKNY’s original fragrance. Apparently inspired by the energy of New York, “this signature urban scent combines a bold blood orange with refreshing chilled vodka and is infused with notes of tomato leaf, for a cut grass Central Park effect.” It is bold, and it is fresh, and I love it! Available at Woolworths.

I was struggling with the condition of my hair and my stylist said I should give this conditioner a try and I am glad I did. Mycro Keratin Moisture Repair was only R295, which is pretty good when it comes to salon-sold product, and I really enjoyed it. It is on its last legs now and time for another purchase and pretty sure I will repurchase the same. It leaves my hair feeling thick and healthy, restored and protected. The only thing I would caution against is that it can take some volume out of your hair because it is a little heavier than others, which isn’t bad for me because I have so much hair, but if you crave volume I wouldn’t recommend it. Available at Gerald Wells.

Last but not least:

My go-to lip colour and treatment by day is this little Summer Melon LipIce. I am never without something on my lips (again, I get that naked feeling), but I can’t constantly reapply lipgloss all day in-between kissing kiddies a hundred times and all my cups of coffee :). This LipIce has been my saviour for at least the past 6 months, and I have gone through too many to count. I currently have 3 in my handbag, one in my make up drawer, one in the downstairs key/sunglasses drawer by the front door and one in my car. The slightly pink/peach/coral colour is the perfect tint for day wear, and I find it lasts so well, and moisturises perfectly. My fave. Available at Dischem.

What did you think of this list of my fave products at the moment? Let me know! ||

Love Shan XOXO Disclosure: This post is written by me and is my honest opinion. I was sponsored the Avon Anew Reversalist Night treatment in return for my honest review. I was also given the Optiphi HA Masque. All other products I bought.

Flavour of the month | Beauty. Skin. Hair Hi lovelies! It has been a good long while since my last "Flavour of the month" post!

[carmtoons]

TALISTO WEEK!! TALISTO WEEEEEEEK!! Day 1- fighting/flirting (couldn't decide!) Lol ok. So as much as I would LOVE to post fully flushed out pics for Talisto week... sadly I do not have the time or strength to do so. And since I want to make sure I participate EVERY day I'll be posting polished sketches! I'll also have a short drabble to go with each pic! I figured this would insure I get every picture done on time. And I can always go back later and finish them up. I'll also be including short lil drabbles with each pic! ENJOY! ~<>~ "Any last words, princess?" The way his voice lingered on her title sent a chill down Talia's spine. He was speaking to her in the tone one would a lover, despite the threatening words. The green glow emitting from his circle at his hand grew brighter as he poised it towards her chest, though his face grew closer and closer to her own, a calm, half lidded smirk was painted upon his playful face, and Talia had to catch her breath slightly at how... intimate it all felt. His free arm was propped against the tower behind her, trapping her between the ivory and his body. "That is, unless you'd rather use your mouth for something else," His smirk grew when she felt her face getting hot, and she just knew she was blushing. Damnit. 

Lately things had gotten interesting with Mephisto, to say the least... She had developed... certain feelings for the black crystal magic user that she tried her best to ignore, yet somehow, the son of a bitch figured it out. At least... she feared he had. He certainly seemed to act very differently towards her. His interactions become much more... flirty.      "I suppose I could let you go, Talia" he spoke her name this time. Though he had done it before, it still felt strange to hear. Especially in the suggestive tone he was taking with her. His face was so close now, she could feel his breath on her lips, "But it'll cost you..." "W-Wuh..Wand of Xeris!" She finally shouted. The blue staff grew in her hands and the globe at the end collided with Mephisto's chest as it extended. The magical energy and sheer force of it, shot the dark sorcerer backwards. He cut through the sparkling air of the battle arena and collided back-first into an orange cluster of Voltan crystals; remnants of the secondary battle happening at that moment. They shattered upon impact, and Mephisto's body went limp over them for a second before they disappeared into light. Talia was breathing harder than she should have been when she heard him chuckle. He shot straight up and locked his green eyes on hers. His hair was frizzed a bit from the attack, but he had that devious but charming grin of his as he opened his arms out wide in a large shrug. "Price just went up, Princess,"

[im-no-jedi]

ok! here’s the first set of questions for my Voltron OCs. since there’s so many of them, I’m splitting them into two posts. here’s Faelyn first:

1. What do they smell like? - probably a mixture of sweat and whatever soap she uses to clean her armor with LOL 

2. What is their voice like? - Daisy Ridley

3. What is their biggest motivator? - she made a vow to protect Princess Allura at all costs to both her brother and King Alfor, so you better believe she’s gonna do that

4. What is their most embarrassing memory? - she doesn’t really get embarrassed?? she gets flustered around Keith sometimes but that’s about it LOL

5. How do they deal with/react to pain? - she shrugs it off, usually tries to make light of the situation, no matter how bad it is. she’s literally like that part in Frozen with Olaf, “oh look, I’ve been impaled” XD

6. What do they like to wear? - she wears her Altean Guard armor pretty much every waking moment. hardly anyone outside of Allura has seen her without her armor on

7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively? - Allura, because she’s her best friend and would do anything for her. and Shiro, because he reminds her of her brother.

8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten? - all Altean food is weird LOL

9. Describe the way that they sleep. - she sleeps very soundly, she can get to sleep pretty easily, but she’ll pop up at a moment’s notice, ready for anything 

10. What is their favorite food/kind of food? - she loves the food goo, but her favorite is Nunvil. she went around asking all the paladins if she could have their Nunvil at that party when she found out nobody liked it LOL

11. What do they feel most insecure about? - that she’s not doing enough for her friends, even after they’ve told her that she’s more than helped them, it’s just never enough for her

12. How do they like to dress? - again, she wears her armor pretty much all the time except when she’s sleeping

13. How do they react to feelings of guilt? - she is soooo hard on herself, she never thinks she’s doing enough for anyone, and even though she wears a happy face 99% of the time, she always manages to make herself feel guilty about something (probably due to what happened to her brother during the start of the war)

14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal? - LOL you better run cause she gon frick you up son. if S3 Shiro turns out to be an evil clone, he’s gonna get socked in the face real hard haha

15. What is their greatest achievement? - overcoming her fears and owning up to her duty as Allura’s official bodyguard

16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep? - exactly like Leslie in that one episode of Parks & Rec, she acts like everything’s fine, but she just starts spouting nonsense LOL

17. What are they like when they’re drunk? - similar to when she’s sleep deprived, she acts like everything’s fine, but she’ll run into walls and say weird things and stuff like that LOL

18. What kind of music do they enjoy? - she likes whatever the other paladins listen to, but Shiro and Keith’s music are her favorite kind (also when she finds out the both of them can sing and Keith can play guitar, she’s just like *heart eyes* XD)

19. Are they right or left handed? - she’s ambidextrous, but mostly right-handed

20. Fears? - losing loved ones :c

21. Favorite kind of weather? - she looooves the rain, she’ll go out and dance barefoot in the rain she loves it so much X3

22. Favorite color? - blue!

23. Do they collect anything? - battle scars >:D

24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more? - hot, but she’s good with either

25. What is their eye color? - blue-green

26. What is their race/ethnicity? - Altean, skin tone similar to Coran’s

27. Hair color? - it’s really hard to describe... it’s an orange pinky brown color... like imagine Coran’s hair but more brown and also slightly pink? I’ll have to post a pic of it sometime LOL

28. Are they happy where they are currently? - very much so

29. Are they a morning person? - absolutely

30. Sunrise or sunset? - both

31. Are they more messy or more organized? - pretty organized, but she’s not afraid to get messy ;)

32. Pet peeves? - when someone doesn’t listen or pay attention to what someone else is saying

33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance? - her sword used to belong to her brother, he gave it to her when she became Allura’s bodyguard. it’s the only thing she has to remember him by :c

34. Least favorite food? - idk she’s not very picky LOL

35. Least favorite color? - she loves all the colors! \o/

36. Least favorite smell? - the paladins’ dirty laundry ROFL

37. When was the last time they cried? - ....when her brother was killed ;__;

38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried? - Allura and Coran were both there. they’ve never seen Fae so upset before or since that moment :c

39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured? - her arm nearly got impaled by a sword once. that was one of those laugh-it-off moments LOL

40. Do they have any scars? - pretty much everywhere yeah haha

41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues? - well, she often hides her pain behind a happy and cheerful attitude, but I wouldn’t call that a “mental health issue”, just a problem with admitting her true feelings

42. Do they have any bad habits? - she has a tendency to punch first, ask questions later ROFL

43. Why might someone dislike them? - I guess if you don’t like perky people, she could come across as annoying

44. Why might someone love them? - she’s a very caring person, also quite goofy and just fun overall. also she stronk LOL

45. Do they believe in ghosts? - LOL nah

46. Is there anyone they would trust with their lives? - all of her friends, she trusts them very much

47. Are they romantically interested in anyone? - she has a reeeeeeeeeally big crush on Keith. like, she’ll go out of her way to ask him to spar with her just so she can spend time with him LOL

48. Are they dating/married to anyone? - I’ve thought up instances where she gets with Keith, Shiro, or Tyzh; my preference is Keith, but she could easily get with Shiro or Tyzh too

49. Do they like surprises? - YES. if she was given a surprise party, she would absolutely LOVE IT.

50. When is their birthday? - sometime in the spring, haven’t decided exactly when yet

51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday? - not very big, usually only with the people closest to her. she’s never had a real birthday party before, but she’d love to have one

52. Do they have any family? - she used to have an older brother, but he died at the beginning of the war with the Galra. the paladins, Allura, and Coran are her family now :3

53. Are they close to their family? - VERY MUCH SO

54. What is their MBTI type? - I took two different quizzes, and she came out as ESFP for both of them, so I guess that’s the one!

55. What is their zodiac sign? - *shrugs*

56. What Hogwarts House would they be in? - Hufflepuff, definitely. she could easily be a Gryffindor too though

57. What D&D alignment are they? - Chaotic Good haha

58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about? - she has dreams about the day her brother died sometimes :c

59. What are their views on death? - NOPE. NOT GONNA HAPPEN. NOBODY DIES WHILE SHE’S AROUND NOPE.

60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at? - literally anything, she even laughs at Lance’s bad jokes, even when she doesn’t understand them LOL

61. When bored, how do they pass time? - she’s like, always in the training rooms tbh

62. Do they enjoy being outside? - oh yes

63. Do they have an accent? - British, she sounds exactly like Daisy Ridley’s normal voice

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction? - she’s never had cake before, but she reeeeally wants to try it after hearing the paladins describe it to her. she would gobble it down as soon as she saw it LOL

65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say? - she would tell everyone how much she loves them and give everyone a big bear hug

66. How do they feel about sex? - she’s... definitely thought about it haha

67. What is their sexuality? - pansexual, but she leans more towards masculine people

68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood? - nah LOL

69. Is there anything that they find really gross? - not that I can think of, she’s pretty tolerant of stuff

70. Which TV Trope(s) best describes them? - Beware the Nice Ones LOL 

71. Do they enjoy helping people? - TOO MUCH LOL

72. Are they allergic to anything? - nope

73. Do they have a pet? - no, but she loves playing with the castle mice

74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they loose their temper? - only if someone or something threatens Allura or one of her other friends. she’s VERY protective of Allura especially. she will not hesitate to punch a man if need be for insulting the princess LOL

75. How patient are they? - quite patient!

76. Are they good at cooking? - she’s ok at it, she’d much rather have Hunk do the cooking though

77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often? - only playfully or if she’s really mad

78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy? - she’s happy like, all the time, that’s her thing LOL

79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears? - she’s very understanding and tries to be as encouraging as possible to help them work through their fears

80. Are they trustworthy? - the most trustworthy person you’ll ever meet :3

81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it? -  YES.

82. Do they exercise regularly? - all the friggin time LOL

83. Are they comfortable with the way they look? - yup!

84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people? - good physical prowess, being good with a sword, and just being a good fighter in general.

85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive? - aggressive, emo guys I guess LOL

86. Do they like sweet foods? - OH YES

87. What is their age? - 18 human years, +10,000 from being in cryostasis for so long

88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between? - she’s considered tall for a female, she’s about an inch taller than Keith

89. Do they wear glasses or contacts? - nope

90. Do they consider themselves attractive? - not as much as Allura

91. What is their sense of humor like? - she’ll laugh at literally anything, even the dumbest things

92. What mood are they most often in? - cheerful, happy, positive, upbeat, all that stuff :3

93. What kinds of things anger them? - insulting or threatening Allura or her other friends and just the Galra army in general

94. Outlook on life? - positive, very positive

95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed? - when her friends are sad or depressed

96. What is their greatest weakness? - not being open about her true feelings

97. What is their greatest strength? - being able to see the good in pretty much anyone and anything, and being super supportive of other people

98. Something that they regret? - not accepting her role as Allura’s bodyguard sooner and just overall being a stinker about being a bodyguard instead of a soldier like her brother

99. Biggest accomplishment? - realizing that she didn’t need to be a soldier to make a difference in the war and accepting where she needed to be with Allura so that she could protect her c’: