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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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Demon Brothers as Roommates

Intro:

So, the MC has left the Devildom and, of course, everybody is quite sad… But this time around, they have a little trick up their sleeve. With just a bit of magic (and training thanks to Solomon) the MC can now summon one of their favorite demon boys up to the human world with them! There's just, uh, one problem though… After being summoned to their side, their beloved demon now refuses to leave it.

Alright MC, enjoy your new demonic roommate!!

Lucifer

Apparently Lucifer is on sabbatical… And yes, he does appreciate that irony in that.

Lucifer actually has a surprising amount of human world money stashed away in alias accounts (because this man renting a cheap motel on business trips? Let's be real) so he uses that wealth to get them a place befitting his standards… which are high.

Spacious apartments in nice areas that would make even the upper middle-class shit their pants? Congrats, MC, that's where you're staying now!

Even with all that money, though, Lucifer CANNOT sit idle for a second. The guy is used to working all his life and just sitting around would drive him insane!

Expect him to still be running some Devildom affairs long-distance style while doing something else on the side, probably stock market stuff tbh.

Is going to want to pay for and provide everything himself but will respect the MC if they still want to work and split the bills (not to a ridiculous degree, though, like half-and-half because that would mean getting three jobs at least).

A lot of trips and vacations too, especially if the MC likes to travel. It’s a good excuse to relax while also technically doing something so he doesn’t lose his mind doing nothing in particular.

He is going to be that strict roommate who expects you not to be a slob and isn't afraid to say so. Regularly scheduled cleaning/organization days are mandatory because hygiene is important. Take some pride in yourself and wash up, MC. That kind of thing.

Also going to have short-fuse for… antics. If you want to prank him, do so at your own risk because he may prank back (and that’s not nearly as fun as it sounds, trust me.)

Mammon

Yeah so, living with Mammon is like the inverse of Lucifer. Prepare to be poooor.

Man has no human money, are you kidding me? Even if he did, he wouldn’t keep it for very long. Couples budgeting is a MUST if you’re looking to survive.

The apartment is going to be whatever the MC can more or less afford on their own with Mammon shoved in somewhere like a cheap lamp… Don’t expect a lot of room.

However, Mammon is great at the hustle. Man can work multiple jobs and actually be pretty dang good at them. For the most part, anyway. He may occasionally trip up and get himself fired, but he bounces back quick.

If the MC isn’t so moral he can also uh… “find” some extra money lying around too. Just be careful when playing with fire, right?

Even if they’re poor as shit, Mammon is still a blast to be around. The guy knows how to have fun on and off of a budget. Lots of “window shopping” (getting kicked out of stores for goofing off), nightclubs, amusement parks, and cheap fun. They’ll never be without a story to tell or a smile on their face!

He IS pretty slobbish though. He’s not going to remember to clean up after himself unless told, but he’s also not going to be bothered if they don’t do the same thing. A weekly cleaning day is going to be ideal unless they don’t mind living in a pigsty...

Prank waaaaars!! The kind of guy to get them both water guns and have a war in the middle of the apartment complex. Good luck getting any rest with Mammon around.

Leviathan

Whelp, your room is now his room, quite literally MC. You had to pick the shut-in…

The guy isn’t exactly poor but what human money he does have is all wrapped up in his many interests… Merch interests specifically.

Thankfully, he won’t take up too much space. Put him in a room with a desk, bed (or bathtub), TV, and computer and he’s good to go!

He’s not going to be a complete bum, thankfully. There’s no way that they can get him to leave the apartment, but he can run small online stores (usually anime themed) or become a streamer. Probably enough to help pay the bills, but not much more.

If they don’t mind having a literally permanent housemate, then being with Levi has its own kind fun. Lots of anime marathons, movie nights, and game nights. Really, it’s just like how he was in the House, but now transported to the human world.

Is probably going to want a pet goldfish, snake ,or lizard so prepare to house Henry 3.0.

When he does leave the apartment, it’s to take the MC to conventions, concerts, or anime stores. He always manages to get just enough money for these trips, but never says where the money comes from… Best not to ask. Could be black market for they know...

… He’s a shut-in. He’s a shut-in roommate. Hygiene isn’t exactly his main concern. If they ask him to, he’ll make sure to clean up after himself, but he may need a reminder.

Can have a fun side, but just don’t mess with his stuff too much. He doesn’t need a Mammon 2.0 around too...

Satan

He's either hatching a plan for world domination or adopting 10 cats… One or the other.

About as poor as Mammon at first, but threat not. He won’t be for very long. Satan is intelligent beyond his years (or equivalent his years maybe?) so he’ll probably net himself several degrees within a couple semesters like a certified prodigy.

At that point, there really isn’t much to worry about (aside from student loans, join our pain Satan) but he can sell himself just fine and probably get some high paying job like a lawyer or doctor or whatever… I’m not jealous…

They’ll start out in a pretty modest place, but there will be upgrades fairly quickly when he starts racking it in so Satan’s a fairly decent choice as a roommate.

He does still have that nasty habit of breaking things when he’s pissed off, but that can be subverted by getting a pet! Just hold up whatever cat you own when he’s about to rampage then declare that he’s scaring/upsetting them and he’ll stop in his tracks. Works every time!

Probably going to be the most domestic out of the brothers. He enjoys cooking (and ain’t half bad at it either), shopping is a practical necessity, he’ll take care your pets like they were his own flesh and blood, etc.

There will even to be points where he’s in bed reading in the middle of the night with tea and reading glasses like some kind of grandma so take that image for what you will.

Satan is the prankster of the household, but he does his pranks more as a way to give grief to his enemies rather than for funsies. Be warned, if you poke this bear he will retaliate for sweet, sweet revenge and he has centuries worth of pranks behind him. Good luck.

Asmodeus

It's a new party every night, sweetie, get used to it!

Asmo is the only other brother who has some amount of money to offer from his own trips to the human world, but it's just a modest amount.

Is totally willing to work to help pay for a nice place. He wants a building nice enough to host parties!

Would go back to modeling and maybe dip his toe into acting from time to time… He gets a lot of gigs (this IS the Avatar of Lust after all) so they won't be strapped for cash. Which is good, because Asmo is a very "business by day, but party every night" kind of person.

Do know that his shopping is NOT going to slow down either. Keep an eye on the budget.

He’s also going to make friends wherever he goes so he’s going to want for them all to hang out at least somewhat regularly.

That being said, he can tone it down some if the MC so desires, just know that they can’t keep him cooped up in the apartment for too long or he’ll start getting antsy. You can’t keep this stallion locked up, MC, he needs to run free!!

Being with Asmo is going to be like having a free pass to whatever gathering the MC wants to go to, at least. He could even get them into red carpet events with just his sheer charisma, charm, and er-… “charms.” Who doesn’t want to meet their favorite actress or singer, eh?

But oh, sweetie, please don’t prank him! Life is too short to waste on silly games (he also just genuinely just doesn’t enjoy being messed with so best not do it).

Beelzebub

Brave choice, MC, but quick question. How in the world are you going to pay your food bills???

Beel is a real sweetheart through and through but his stomach is NOT. That thing will eat them out of house and home! (Maybe even literally!!) Both of them are going to have to work and probably some pretty looong hours (cause he’s got no money either).

Honestly, Beel would be best as a personal trainer in the human world. He’s a pretty decent combination of tough but genuinely kind and motivating. (The fact that he’s pretty easy on the eyes would help out a lot too).

But the MC won’t have to worry about Beel sneaking off with someone just looking for some “quality time.” He’d take his job seriously, though he’s not particularly versed in what the human body can’t handle so only the really dedicated (or masochistic) would stick with him anyway.

“Good work last week, April! You did so well that we’re going to go from 500 pushups to a thousand! … I can see you’re worried, but I believe in you.”

But hey, he can deadlift well over 2,000 pounds without breaking a sweat so who has the balls to argue with him, anyway?

Trying out every restaurant in town would be a must. He’d even plan out vacations for them with the sole purpose of travelling the globe and tasting the different flavors. Food trips!!

He's neat enough since he used to tidy up a lot for Belphie so no need to worry about him picking up after himself (except for the occasional pile of wrappers. Toss those out unless you want ants)

I mean, you can prank Beel if you want. He'll be pretty good-natured about it as long as it stays harmless. Just don't ruin any of his food, got it?

Belphegor

So… Belphie makes for some excellent décor! Really he is great at laying around and looking fantastic just… he’s not that great at much else...

Realistically, choosing Belphie as a roommate is kind like having a high maintenance pet. He’s good for love and cuddles, but he’s not going to be helping with the bills or anything unless they whine incessantly about it.

If the MC can make enough for the both of them, then it should be fine. They won’t get upset and he won’t be crabby but if not… Oh boy.

Regular job Belphie is a needy Belphie. He’ll come back from whatever job he’s working, likely a night shift, and demand attention or cuddles right then and there. He needs to recharge those batteries, after all...

If he isn’t working then he's at his happiest. He can even pull off being a “househusband” of sorts. He’s not going to go above and beyond the call of duty, but he can keep the place clean, get a basic meal on the table (provided someone teaches him some human recipes), and get groceries if he needs to… You know, basic domestic shit.

They’re going to have to come to terms with the fact that, at some level, Belphie just doesn’t believe in “common curtesy” or “human decency.” If some neighbors are being too noisy for his liking, he will troll them to oblivion and beyond. He may even get sued for it if he takes it too far, so the MC will have to keep an eye on him…

He’s the House’s #2 prankster, but unlike Satan he doesn’t need any malice to be a little shit. The MC will be pranked and it will be at the most unexpected times. Be warned...

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angelkurenai · 5 years ago

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Imagine being part of the Black Widow movie with a character who is Bucky’s wife in the comics. Only you and Sebastian have a crush on each other so your costars try to set you up.

“Natasha, my sister. What brings you home?” Yelena only tilted her head when Nat rounded the corner with her gun raised. She frowned when she saw the blonde was only smiling at her, no gun of her own raised. And that was even more suspicious, or even scary and dangerous, than her having one pointed at her.

“We've unfi-” she started, the words having been on her mind from the very beginning and ready to be spoken after thinking about them too much. She stopped herself though, frowning deeply “Wait a second. Aren't you... going to fight back?” she put a smirk on her lips “Where's my welcome back party?”

“Oh there will be one. There will be.” the smile on Yelena's lips was even more worrying as the seconds ticked by, especially when Natasha watched her grab a chair and slowly move it to the side before taking a seat on it. And when she crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back casually, it all clicked in her mind.

Natasha's eyes widened and a breath left her lips as she muttered “Well, fuck.”

She barely had time to let it all register before she swirled around and was met with very certainly a kick in the face. It wasn't strong only because the attacker was holding back but it managed to do the job of disorienting her, making her grasp on her gun loosen up. An arm quickly appeared, ready to take it from her but she quickly grasped it, pulling back only for the attacker to swing with to knocked on her hand while an elbow met her face. Taking advantage of the hand with a gun close to her, and after just having lost hers, she took hold of the arm and twisting forced it to drop it. Both parties jumped after the fallen guns, with a roll and twist, soon on their feet to face each other and point the swapped guns at each other.

Only two seconds of silence before “S'up sis.” you said with a wide smile that made Natasha laugh and shake her head a bit.

Glancing at Yelena from the corner of her eyes to notice the blonde had taken and poped a beer open, watching the show with interest. She looked back at you, gun still pointed and smiled even more “Figures you'd be here. Since she didn't even attempt to make a move.”

“I'd rather watch the show, thank you very much.” Yelena shrugged “It's been a long time. Oh and while we're on that-” she raised a finger “Twenty bucks on Red. Sorry, Natasha.”

“Only twenty? Come on, you drink like there's no tomorrow. How is Nat gonna buy for drinks later? That won't be enough. Unless Natasha has more on her?” you complained, looking at Yelena who pouted.

“But I only have twenty with me?” she raised the money in her hand, looking a bit more though her pockets but unable to find anything else.

“Fine.” you huffed “But you two keep it down on those damn drinks. I, as the winner, won't.”

“You two are literally the worst.” Natasha tried to say a bit more seriously but she only scoffed a laugh “Already so sure you'll win this, (Y/c/n)?”

“When have I not? Wait-” your shoulders relaxed a bit “Yelena, have I ever?”

“Absolutely not. I've kept count.” the blonde shook her head “And I doubt this will be an exception.”

“Thanks for the vote of faith you guys.” Natasha muttered with a roll of her eyes.

“Hey, I'm technically your opponent right here. Don't expect my vote of faith. Especially after so long. I'm kinda looking forward to see what new tricks those Avengers taught you.” you smirked, the both of you circling around each other. All Yelena did was lean forward in her seat to watch you both.

“It's been a long while. I'm pretty sure you've got a couple new ones yourself. Speaking of which-” her smiled turned into more of a teasing one and you prepared yourself for the worst “What has the great Red Widow been up to lately? Still saving, what was it, ah Red Sparrows from their fate?”

“Hardly. The new ones seem even less willing to be saved. I'm keeping my tabs on them but, you see, the world is a big place for only a handful of heroes. Never enough of them. Even more, ones willing to use all means necessary. You know how that is. So-” you shrugged “I've expanded my horizons.”

“Ah one would wonder why that is.” her smirk only grew, especially as she shared a look with Yelena, and you cursed at both yourself for your not careful words and your sisters “I suppose, there aren't any more Winter Soldiers to save from HYDRA anymore, are there? Oh it feels just like it was yesterday. There is that one in particular-”

“Alright-” you huffed, giving her and Yelena who was trying to stifle her laugh a glare “Is that how you're planning on winning this? That's a low move, Romanoff. And you- you stop laughing. That's not fair play.”

“Oh you've hit a spot there, Natasha. I might even have to reconsider my bet.” Yelena smirked and you shot her another glare.

“I mean, I kinda remember you always fell for the ones with the blue eyes, didn't you (Y/c/n)?” she insisted of course and you hated yourself for how easily you let it affect you, not that you really had any control over it “I've got a location, in case you're still interested.”

“Oh she is. I assure you of that. I've got enough proof.” Yelena smirked, taking a sip of her beer casually.

Natasha chuckled. You glared as hard as you could at her though you knew, you could practically feel it, that the heat had started traveling up your face “I hate you both so much right now. One more word and I give up on this.”

“Then, maybe, I shouldn't mention how he's asked me several times about you ever since he found out I knew you? Oh the questions he had and the times he brought you up.” the smirk clearly didn't leave her lips and you didn't even try to keep yourself from rolling your eyes.

“I'm never telling either of you a single thing again.” you sighed.

“Wow! What a scene!” the video cuts to Scarlett who is holding the phone – his phone Sebastian notes and he hardly can keep himself from wincing, preparing himself to do that later because nothing good could come out of this. And given how the woman uploaded the video in his own account and it has been up there for a good few hours now – because, let's hide his phone away that would be great too is what she must have thought of – there is no taking it back because far too many people have seen it. Now it's his turn. And, once more, given how he's aware of how well his friends know about his crush on you, based on all the endles teasing, he is prepared for the video to be the most embarrassing one of those moments.

“Red Widow, finally in the MCU, who's excited about that? I know I am! It's going to be amazing on the big screen, especially with such a wonderful actress as (Y/n)! I can't believe how I had managed to keep it a secret for so long. I know everyone is excited, I've been getting texts and calls from friends all these days, though the one that really has been more thrilled than anyone has kept quiet about it. As some would say. What I would say is-” he smirk was full of mischief “Has kept shy about it. Because trust me, if there is one reason I'm making this video for, it's Sebastian Stan. So this goes to Marvel... and possibly (Y/n) who is not sadly away these days filming but I have no doubt will see this.”

Oh no. Oh no. Goodness, he hoped not. He didn't dare take a look at the comments but he feared, after the countless notifications, that with all the attention this was getting you'd see it one way or another.

“And since I know you follow him and will be attentively watching everything he posts, I expect comments down below or like, definitely, a dm. You two either start texting each other or else I'm gonna smack you in the head because there is only so much mutual pining I can take.” she let out a small breath before grinning even more widely.

Mutual... what? Sebastian blinked twice or three or four times. He didn't know. He'd have to watch the video again and listen to that part just to make sure it was not his own wishful thinking. And definitely ask Scarlett about it. However, he had to watch the entire thing first to see for himself just how bad it was.

“Oh and don't think you're off the hook, Sebastian. This video is also about you, if not mainly about you. I'm doing you a favor, buddy, you'll thank me for this later. After, like, you dare come out of your house when you're done dying of embarrassment.”

So, actually never, if it was all going as bad as he imagined.

“See, as I've made very obvious, he's a great fan of hers. We all are, let's not kid ourselves. However, when he doesn't let his vast admiration for that great talent and possibly small- who am I kidding, big crush on her, take his mind away he has these brilliant ideas that I can't help but agree to. And even if he might be a bit too shy to admit it out loud, I'll go ahead and say this: Hey Marvel, give Bucky Barnes his wife in the MCU...” well, maybe not as bad as he feared. The crushing part had been mentioned more than plenty of times by the rest of his friends.

“Because Sebastian would totally love to share a kiss or two with (Y/n). And we want to see the most badass couple of the Marvel comics on the big screen too.”

Well, no, it was even worse apparently.

“As would her, but that's not the point here. I've been trying to figure out a way to get two idiots together and with all this distance and work, this is the best I could think of. Well-” Scarlett shrugged and it was then he noticed the laughing behind the camera “Chris Evans' really, but if it works, hey fine by me! He said something about being subtle but I ain't got enough patience for that anymore. So, there's that. Hopefully, Marvel and Kevin will listen, even more hopefully (Y/n) you'll see this and then even more hopefully as if by a miracle I won't have to listen to you two talk about each other, non-stop, ever again!”

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makeusfreefromthisfandom · 4 years ago

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Anon asked: Heyyy! Can we have some HC on style 5 as fathers? Thank you

Yes! The boys as fathers have me so soft 🥺

Father Headcanons (Style 5)

I got carried away with these hcs... might have to make a separate post for each later on 😅 long post ahead!

Haru

Personally I imagine Haru with a daughter first

Like can you imagine how cute that would be? 🥺🥺the whole like father like daughter 🥺🥺

Haru doesn’t get this whole babies thing, in fact he’s panicking on the inside, but the moment he holds his child in his arms, it’s like every thought every worry has now become irrelevant

The only thing that matters is the child in his arms❤��

Smiles a lot more now because he is genuinely happy.

Even lets his laughs be heard more often just for his kid lol

When his child grows up a bit more, he definitely wants to teach them how to swim and how to ahem ~be one with the water~

He’s not a pushy father at all tho he won’t ever force his child to go down the swimming path and would rather have them get into something they are passionate about

Nevertheless, he still would like them to know how to swim atleast, it’s not a bad thing to learn

But um...he’s not the best of teachers...

Uncle Makoto here to save the day!

That being said, Haru always wants to be there for his child, be able to go to as much of their competitions/meets/games/etc. as he can even though he’s so busy with his own training schedules

He just wants to be there for them and he wants them to know that too<3

Oh um also...he’s bad at scolding...he’ll try to “scold” his little kid for doing something wrong like picking things off the ground and putting it in their mouth but his child just looks up at him like 😯

Also Haru changing diapers? Haha... “ahh (y/n)! How do I do this?”

He gets better at this tho over time :)

Watch his child not like Mackerel

He’s still confused over this whole father thing, but he knows that he really does want to love and be there for his child<3

Btw how cool would it be to have a dad being a world renowned swimmer? 😱

*haru excitingly watching as you feed your baby daughter (I see him w a daughter ok but it’s your choice) mackerel for the first time*

*baby makes a weird face and spits out mackerel*

“*Haru gasps dramatically* She doesn’t like mackerel.”

Baths with his kid. 🐬

JUST IMAGINE THAT I DONT EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN IT

How precious 🥺

You sitting on the edge of the bathtub, silently watching Haru as he holds his baby in the bath with a small smile, eyes then slowly drifting up to lock in with yours, his smile a bit wider and everything he feels for you and his child, all shining in his eyes ❤️

There cannot be a more perfect, little, peaceful family <3

Makoto

An amazing father!

We’ve seen him with his little siblings Ren and Ran!

That doesn’t mean he won’t panick from time to time because it’s different when it’s your own child

He’s the type to do the whole baby talk and little cooes with his baby but turns bashful when he catches you quietly standing in the doorway watching 🤣

His cooking skills have improved a bit...

You already work so hard everyday for the baby and the house, he wants to lessen your burdens and give you a little break <3🥺

Family cuddles! With you and Makoto on either side and your child/children in the middle! How precious🥺

I see Makoto’s children being a lot more brave and daring than he is like watching “scary” (like Cartoon Network scary XD) movies and wanting going on adventures in places supposedly paranormal

“Dad stop being such a scaredy cat! I wanna go watch this movie already!”

“Ahh (y/n)!! Help me! 😰”

His kids are mischievous bro always do those puppy dog eyes to get him into their schemes

“AH NO (Y/N)! IT WAS THEIR IDEA I PROMISE!”

He also spoils his kids XD

Don’t think that means he doesn’t know when the boundaries are crossed and when he needs to get a bit strict

He may spoil his kids but spoiled kids are a big no no (there’s a difference)

The kids actually grow up to be sweet and respectful

Aww imagine Makoto teaching his own kids how to swim and sending them to an sc🥺

He’s just such a loving father and SO supportive!

His children love that they can come to him with any of their problems and know that he’s going to listen intently and understand, while also offering any advice he might think suitable <3

As if you alone didn’t make his heart well enough with so much love, his heart practically bursts with his children❤️

Ready to sacrifice everything he has for the happiness and well being of his family ❤️

Nagisa

Excitement is an UNDERSTATEMENT

As if this baby himself wasn’t cute enough, just IMAGINE HIS CHILDREN

omg omg omg cuteness overload

He’s jumping up and down when his baby is about to come, however he calms down when he actually gets a chance to hold them and he’s just in a soft, serene state, looking on at his little one with a small smile~

All his little toddler has to do is slightly tug on his shirt, and Nagisa is in a full gushing frenzy

He cries over how adorable they are

Nagisa baby YOU are adorable

He’s such a funny dad always makes his kids laugh!

Like when his child is a baby, he would come over making silly faces that half of the time either made baby laugh or baby cry 😣

Tickle Monster 😏

Finger puppets! I totally see him doing this as a father!

Nagisa won’t tease his kids a whole lot tho, knowing how frustrating it can get having experienced for a good amount of his life by his older sisters

He wants his kids to have fun ALL the time just like him 😁

He shows them his secret sweet stash when he believes it is time

So you’re going to have to be the one implementing the rules and regulations

“Come on, it’s time for bed let’s go, it’s past 11”

“Aww come on (y/n)-chan look at how happy they are! Just give us five more minutes🥺”

The challenging part for you is that you end up having to give in a lot more because now there’s more than 1 who’ve mastered the puppy dog eyes around the house

Another supportive dad! (They all are) he wants to be there for his kids’ firsts! And for all their games and competitions etc.

This is going to be such a fun little family with LOTS of love, support, chocolate, and fun! ❤️

Rei

No theory, no book, no calculations prepared him for the moment his child was placed in his arms

He’s immediately brought to tears and whispers a small “beautiful” 🥺

The type to document EVERY moment of his child

You end up having like 10 albums and tapes of just your kid(s)

ALL of your little ones firsts have all been recorded and documented to reminisce on later in the future🥺

Always nudging you and showing you the cute little things your baby is doing off in the corner🥺

He can be strict

Unlike Nagisa, oh no he is not spoiling his kid’s diet

Their kid is eating their entire rainbow with lots of fruits and vegetables, along with the right amount of protein and milk

However there are times where he chills out and actually bakes cookies and sweets for his children 🥺

And they are *chefs kiss*

However when Uncle Nagisa comes over...those kids know what’s up 😝😋

Wants to show them the beauty of swimming, specifically the butterfly stroke

You don’t have to worry about your kids getting low grades, because Rei will personally take care of that😌

He just wants his children work hard so they can become the best at whatever they choose to do in the future <3

Haha you wanna know what I’m imagining?

Him having a daughter that is an EXACT copy of him

And it will completely leave him speechless at moments XD

“Ahem...Daddy, the way that you pitch the ball is off by approximately 15 degrees according to the direction and pressure of the wind...not beautiful” *pushes glasses up*

Rei is just like 😨😱

Anyways you can forget about having excessive burden on your shoulders from parenting because this man is going to give it his all for you and his children❤️

Rin

The second his baby was delivered, he was already a crying mess, however when they are actually placed in his arms, it’s like all the tears have suddenly stopped, and it’s just a moment for Rin.

However he starts crying again immediately after

He loves his child so much! ❤️

They are a physical embodiment of his love with you! <3

He now understands the sacrifices his own father made for the sake of his family and now Rin is willing to to the same for his own

All his tsundereish tendencies vanish and he just becomes one big softy 😤

Don’t think that means that Rin doesn’t know how to be strict tho

Oh he is a strict dad but he only does is it for his child’s own good

He will shower them in just as much affection after the scolding <3

Like even after he gets a bit harsh on his child and sees their eyes, Rin immediately stops and goes into your shared room and starts sniffling

“H-hey (y-y/n)...w-was I too harsh on them?”

Yes he’s the type of dad to get onto you for brushing your teeth

He’s also that dad helping his kids with math

He has let his emotions show a lot more now.

Like when his baby started taking his first steps...Rin cried, camera in his hand shaking

When his child picked a flower and brought it to him...shark baby cried.

Or when one of his children brought home their essay about Rin being their biggest hero...Rin cried.

A very supportive family!

With you guys going to support him swimming at the world stage, and Rin going to all his children’s events and being their #1 fan <3

I can see Rin owning a “The World’s Best Dad” or “#1 Dad” mug and proudly drinking from it XD <33

He also gets very competitive with his kids! He gets very into the sports and games he plays with them

Teaching them tricks and tips along the way

And swimming? He’s got it in the bag, your child will get the hang of it under a week.

Some days Rin likes to lie with you on the bed, wrapping an arm around you to hold you close and pressing a a soft kiss to your temple, thanking you for being the love of his life and making him the world’s happiest man alive 🥺❤️

A/n: The boys would be such good fathers!They can all have my babies I love the parenting concept! I’m probably going to make separate hcs for them in the future 🥺

#Haruka Nanase #Makoto Tachibana #Nagisa Hazuki #Rei Ryugazaki #Rin Matsuoka #free!#haruka nanase x reader #makoto tachibana x reader #nagisa hazuki x reader #rei ryugazaki x reader #rin matsuoka x reader #free! x reader #free! imagines #free! headcanons #free! scenarios #free! iwatobi swim club #free! dive to the future #father headcanons #parenting headcanons

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dakotafinely · 4 years ago

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Turts and april with a s/o who has deadpool powers/ healing factor please?

FASCINATING!!

Okay, okay, hold on. DeadPools powers are like, regenerative right? Sort like Warren Stone’s but cool. So like, even if there’s a molecule of him left he’ll still regenerate? I’m not sure how his powers work but. I’m gonna assume it works like that.

(Don’t worry we’re not going that far, just wanna traumatize my bois a lil’ bit)

(Gosh this gets really long)

Raph:

After months of persisting, he finally gave in and let you go with him on a mission

And so far so good, you listened and stuck with him like you’d promised

Then came actually having to fight the Foot Clan

Not that you can’t fight, it’s just- well you know, a fight against literal paper ninja’s

You had fought off at least five of them when one finally got the better of you, sneaking up from behind just in enough time that

Slice

Raph practically fainted at the sound of your scream

Looking back in horror to see you, cowering on the floor with an arm twitching on the floor as you gripped the bleeding shoulder

It was a blind rage from there, he saw nothing but target’s of a rage he hadn’t felt in years

When it was finally over, Foot Brute and Lieutenant barely making it out before Raph could catch them, he made his way over to you in a panic

The adrenaline fading into fear as the others crowded around you, he gently shoved them to make room for him to be face to face with you

Where you smiled at him, that comforting smile you give him whenever you know he’s feeling overwhelmed, it makes him feel even more guilty as he should be the one trying to comfort you

He was apologizing, regretting having let you go, you hushed him

“Raph, baby, chill, my arm’ll be back in like, a week tops.”

Annnnnnnnnnnd, he fainted for real this time

Donnie:

You promised you wouldn’t touch any of the tempting big red buttons

You swore of it

But... big red buttons. Big Red Buttons I say!

Unfortunately for you, you touched the most dangerous button first

One that shot a circular saw at the unexpected victims hand, cutting it off

Donnie ran dropped the coffee mugs in his hands and bolted out of the room as he heard your shriek

Now, you’d told him before any of this about your powers, hence why you were in his lab in the first place. He wanted to take a study of it and you were willing to it because aye, why not?

However, as he saw you bent over, blood dripping between your fingers and onto the now severed hand on the floor. His mind did not bring up your regenerative powers

“Oh Mi Gosh!! I Told You Not To Press The Buttons!” He shouted, not in anger, but in panic, rushing over to you as he scrambled to find his first aid kit. Which, despite always putting it in the same place, he’d forgotten where it was stashed to begin with.

“Why do you have a button to saw off peoples hands???“ You retorted with gasp of pain. Watching him scramble to open the first aid kit. Trying to bandage you up with shaky hands

As the pain eased, you began to realize more and more of your boyfriends silent panic. The shaky hands, the slow exhales of air in order to slow his heart rate. And the tiny tears that were on the brink of breaking through to his eyes

“Hey... hey,” you say making him meet eyes with you “relax, it’ll be back in a week. I know your worried about only having one hand for shell scritches.” You say with smile, trying to make him laugh.

A scoff and an eye roll is what you get, but a smile nonetheless eases onto his face.

“Yes, that’s clearly what I’m worried about right now.” He retorts

“I know, I know, your always so selfish. Guess that’s why I love you Dee.”

Leo:

To be fair, you totally thought you could make that trick flip

Not your fault that you fell off the skateboard and scraped your face against the cement

Leo watched your body roll across the floor in slow motion, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just seen

Mostly because he couldn’t

You were usually the one teaching him tricks that watching you fail one so dangerous made his body tense

He finally snapped back to current time as he heard you groan, curling up as you gripped your face

Leo turning pale as he saw one part of your face on the complete opposite side of the ramp. Blood trailing to you it made him want to gag a bit at the sight.

He rushed to as you sat up, still gripping the left side of your face with a hiss

“Oh mi gosh, are you okay!?” He asked

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you saw, pulling your hands away to see if you had any blood “wow, that’s a lot,” you comment as you stare at your drenched hands, looking up

Leo’s color was gone, completely, as he stared at your freshly skinned face, blood oozing down onto your chin as he could see in HD the definition of you face muscles

“...Leo? Leo!”

He woke up, slowly sitting up in before the night before hit him like a brick wall.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” Leo called out, bolting off his bed (unsure of how he got there now that he thought about it)

To find you, in the kitchen, talking to Dee. Half your face bandaged as you held a nice cup of OJ

“So, yeah, at least, that’s what I’ve noticed about my regeneration,” “Fascinating.”

“(Y/n)!” “Oh hey Leo, you okay love? Your head made a pretty loud thud hitting the floor last night.”

Leo stutters before pointing at your face

“Me!? What about you!? Half your face was taken off by the cement last night!”

“Yeah, but like, I can regenerate and you could’ve totally had a concussion. You kinda take the priority babe.”

And for once, Leo’s at a loss for words. Bumbling and stuttering trying to find a response.

“You can regenerate???”

Mikey:

You were chopping onions for Mikey as he practically danced around the kitchen to prep dinner. The recipe called for an oddly large amount of onions, granted you were sure having someone as big as Raph to feed probably meant Mikey quadrupled the recipe.

Constantly having to stop and rub your eyes as they got blurry from tears. At first it wasn’t all to bad, but with onion you finished up it began to feel as though you were rubbing your eyes every second chop.

You eventually get frustrated, and continue chopping even as your vision gets blurrier and blurrier. Just wanting to complete that part of the recipe and move on.

Eventually you accidentally chop off a finger due to your recklessness

Mikey jumps at your unexpected scream, whipping around and turning pale at the sight. Seeing blood cover the onions as you gripped your hands so hard your knuckles turned white.

Looking at the finger left to lay on the chopping board before snapping back to reality as you let out a groan of pain.

“Oh mi gosh! (Y/n) what happened? Are you alright?” he asks quickly pulling out the first aid kit he keeps in a drawer to patch up your hand.

“Yeah, sorry! I just got frustrated with the onions,” You say, wiping your eyes of tears both from the pain and the stupid onions. A moment of silence falls between you before you let out a growl of frustration.

“What? Is the bandage to tight?”

“No! I just realized I ruined all the onions I just chopped!”

“Love... you do realize you cut off a whole finger right?”

“Yeah, but that’ll come back in a week. I can’t regenerate the time and energy it took to chop those flippin’ onions!”

“Look, we’ll just leave the- wait you can regenerate??”

April:

You and April were just walking to her house when some idiot came up to you two

“Give me all the cash on your wallets and no one gets hurt.” He whispers, a gun pressed to you back, wrapping an arm around your neck and making distance between him and April

April looked at you with wide eyes, but you stayed calm. Yes, your heart was beating into your ears, but that was mainly because you were afraid he’d switch targets

“Hey man, look-” “Shut up and just give me the money!” he interrupted you, pressing the gun deeper into your back

April began shuffling through her purse, trying to find her wallet as quickly as possible. The wheels in your brain began turning, churning ideas you were sure would get you hurt

But hey, you could handle it.

“Alright, my wallet’s in my pocket can I get it?” you ask him, hearing a grunt of approval you move into action

Taking a swift elbow and digging it as deep into his ribs as it would take to make him let you go, he lets out a yelp of pain and releases you.

You take a jump back and turn toward him, shielding April from view as he glares at you

The gun shots were deafening, shooting you three times in your chest before running off.

April let out a shrill as you fell to the floor. Limp as your eyes lay wide open and lifeless

She dropped to her knees and pulled you into her arms, clothes getting bloody from your fresh wounds as she sobbed over your temporary corpse

This goes on for a few minutes until you let out a large gasp. As life returned to you and pushed the bullets slowly out of your skin. April jumped at the sudden action of your body moving, Looking down at you with wide eyes

You looked up at her, feeling guilty as you see her puffy eyes and the slow tears falling onto your face

“Sorry babe, I couldn’t let you get hurt.”

“What? I thought-”

“It’ll take more than that to kill me I promise.”

(Sorry this took so long to get out! Also, I know April’s is a bit cheesy but I can’t help it. I’m a sucker for the cheesy bro. I hope you liked it!)

#rottmnt #rot tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcannons #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt april #rise april #rise mikey #rise leo #rise donnie #rise raph

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queenofnohr · 4 years ago

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Twisted Wonderland: Jade Leech Scary Outfit (SSR) - Voice Lines + Personal Story

Voice Lines

SSR Summoning Quote: For this long awaited day, I have prepared for you the finest quality horror. Summoning Line: I will do my utmost to ensure everyone has a wonderful Halloween. Groovy: The way you look running away, screaming…… it’s irresistible. I can’t help but chase after you! Set Home: Who wants to be bound by fear? Home Idle 1: You want to see me scared? Fufufu, by all means, you may try scaring me at any time. Home Idle 2: There’s no such thing as jack o’ lanterns under the sea. I was surprised when I learned about landweller culture as a first-year. Home Idle 3: Have you tried the limited-time Halloween menu at the Mostro Lounge? I, too, came up with a recipe. Home Login: Trick or Treat. …...I see you’re not so scared you won’t accept treats to eat. Home Idle Groovy: Oh my, you intend to play a trick on me? I’ve prepared sweets, so pardon me for today. Home Tap 1: Ruggie helped me make a jack o’ lantern. The result was fast, cheap, and beautiful. As expected of him. Home Tap 2: Dehydration is deadly for merfolk. Being dried out like a mummy…… It’s frightening to even think about. Home Tap 3: Floyd, don’t eat too many sweets. After all, you have a high risk of getting a cavity here, unlike under the sea. Home Tap 4: The way the bandage adornments look like jellyfish tentacles is beautiful, isn’t it? I especially enjoy the asymmetrical design. Home Tap 5: It seems you’d like to become a mummy. First, we’ll have to bandage your whole body, then we’ll leave you to dry…… Just kidding. Home Tap Groovy: What’s Halloween like under the sea? If you’re interested, I’d be happy to guide you.

Personal Story

Could You Please Teach Me? : Chapter 1

-Classroom-

Ruggie: I’m coming in. Kalim: I’m begging you, Jade, make it work somehow! Jade: Kalim, this amount is regulation. No exceptions are allowed. Silver: Zzzz, zzzz…… Floyd: I’m so bored of you guys arguing~. Jellyfishie over here is also so bored he fell asleep. Goldfish, do something funny. Riddle: Why me!? I have a better proposal— how about you go somewhere else, Floyd. Ruggie: Wow, it’s pretty lively in here. You guys in the middle of something? Jamil: Silver and I just tagged along. Pay us no mind. Kalim: You’re gonna have to wait a little longer, Ruggie. I’m talking to Jade about the budget. Jade: Kalim. As I’ve said before, the budget cannot be negotiated. Please cut down your expenses more. Kalim: Don’t say that, Jade. After all, the flashier the exhibit, the more the guests will enjoy it, right? Riddle: Kalim, the entire school has a budget. Scarabia would do well to follow the rules. Ruggie: Jade, take this. It’s our budget application. You’ll be able to take care of my business right away. Jade: Yes, of course. …...Kalim, please seek to emulate Savanaclaw’s example. Look here, they’re precisely within budget. Silver: Zzzzzz...... Jamil: Silver got so tired of waiting he fell asleep…… Let’s go back and reevaluate it, Kalim. Kalim: Okay…… I guess we should. Oh, has everyone else settled on what costumes and decorations they’re gonna have? Ruggie: We’ve already decided. This year our theme is gonna be pirates. ???: My, my, what a troubling theme. Jamil: So you’re here now, too, Azul. Azul: But of course. When I passed by the classroom, there seemed to be quite the commotion. Jade: Pirate ghosts who left behind many legends of how they sailed the seas, raising havoc in search of treasure…… they certainly are quite frightening. Ruggie: Jack’s the one who thought of it, but I don’t think that’s what he had in mind. I think he thought it suited Savanaclaw, since we have a lotta tough looking guys in our dorm. Floyd: That’s real good for Halloween. Kalim: By the way, do you guys celebrate Halloween in the Coral Sea? Jade: Yes, of course. At this time of year I’d usually be busy collecting shells and starfish for decorations. And on the day itself, everyone stuffs sea sparkles into bottles…… I believe you’d call it a lantern on land. You carry it around with you. Floyd: We also got musical performances where we play some bangers~ Kalim: Nice! Music is always needed for banquets and festivals. Jamil: The shape and sound of instruments in the Coral Sea must be different from instruments on land. Silver: Carrying around a lantern of sea sparkles is also a really interesting custom unique to the sea. Riddle: It sounds like it’d be a magical sight to see. Azul: It’s an honor to have you all take such an interest in our homeland. If you so wish, we’d even be willing to put together a package tour on long breaks where you’d be guided around. Jade: Azul. As fun as that sounds, we’ll have to chat about that another day. Now then. As everyone has pointed out, Halloween on land is quite different from under the sea. We’ve been continuously surprised at the cultural differences since coming to land. There are many things I don’t know yet. As a member of the Organization Committee, I would like to deepen my understanding of how Halloween is celebrated on land in order to liven up the event. Could you all please teach me how Halloween was celebrated in your hometowns?

Could You Please Teach Me? : Chapter 2

-Classroom-

Jade: Could you all please teach me how Halloween was celebrated in your hometowns? Riddle: …...Halloween, hm? In my hometown, it seems standard for children to gather in the town square for a “fun party.” Jamil: “It seems”……The way you said that makes it sound like you’re talking about someone else. Riddle: I’ve only participated once before, and never again. So I’m not too familiar with it…… What did leave an impression on me was everyone bobbing for apples. Floyd: Goldie, what’s bubbling for…… what’s whatever that apple thing you just said? The name sounds kinda tasty. Riddle: It’s a traditional Halloween game in the Rose Kingdom. You have to use your mouth to grab one of the apples floating in a large basin of water. Of course, you can’t use your hands. Jade: I see…… that is a game unique to land. Azul: Yes, under the sea the apple would float all the way to the surface as soon as you let go of it. Jade: If we turned it into a game of chasing down an apple quickly floating upward, we could play it underwater. Floyd: It could be fun. Silver: But…… is it even possible to grab an apple with your mouth? Riddle: It seems like smaller-than-usual apples are used, but…… it’s still very difficult. Jade: It seems to be a game in which a child with a good physique would have the advantage in being able to grab an apple. Riddle: You’re right. Not only the size of one’s mouth, but the amount of strength you can put into your jaw is necessary to have an advantage. Ruggie: Then wouldn’t Jade and Floyd have an edge over everyone at this school? They’re huge and their teeth are jagged. Jade: Fufufu, I wonder. I’d be embarrassed opening my mouth so wide in front of everyone…… We may not be able to get the apple due to being unexpectedly sluggish. Floyd: So how d’ya decide who wins and loses? Riddle: I think the rule was that whoever gets an apple in the shortest amount of time wins. Even in the Land of Shining Stones, there are places where this game is played. Cater told me that in his hometown, they competed based on how many they were able to get. I couldn’t quite get the hang of it, so both my face and clothes ended up completely soaked…… But now that I think about it, it wasn’t the result that was important. Laughing and making a ruckus while struggling to get an apple…… I think that was the point of the game. Jade: It certainly would be a very interesting sight, seeing you desperately chase after an apple with your mouth hanging open…… Yes, it would be very much worth seeing. Riddle: And just what is that supposed to mean? Kalim: I get what Riddle is saying. After all, having fun is more important than winning or losing! Riddle: Yes…… that’s right. Kalim: It’s a little different than the Kingdom of Roses, but Halloween in the Land of Hot Sands is also a lot of fun! Jade: Oh, what is the customary activity characteristic of the Land of Hot Sands? Kalim: In the Land of Hot Sands, it’d definitely have to be the feast! When Halloween comes around, we make so many dishes they can’t fit on the table. Jamil: So that we may eat together once again with the ghosts that have returned…… that is its purpose. Sweet, salty, spicy……. We prepare a wide variety of food, from light appetizers to huge platters. As Halloween approaches, the kitchens get filled to capacity with everyone starting to prepare the ingredients. Jade: I would very much like to see such a magnificent dining table someday. Are there any customary dishes? Kalim: If we’re talking about the Halloween feast…… I like that one thing. What was it, it was like baked vegetables topped with some kind of sauce. Jamil: Huh? Kalim: Oh, your face totally made it click. It’s the thing with potatoes, eggplants, and tomatoes! Jade: ……Is it like lasagna, but with the pasta replaced by vegetables? Kalim: Yeah, they might be similar. It’s super good right out of the oven. Azul: I see. It seems like it would be favored by those that prefer healthy foods. Jade: Jamil, may I ask the name of the dish? Jamil: Sure…… it’s a local dish called moussaka. Kalim: Yeah, that’s it, that’s the one! When I was young, I really wanted to eat it on a day when there was no feast, so I asked Jamil to make it for me. Jamil: I was scolded harshly. My parents and the other servants said, “Children can’t use fire by themselves!”…… Kalim: Whaaat!? Really!? Jamil: It was because I was still only in elementary school at the time. I hadn’t cooked as much as I do now…… Even starting a small fire would be a big problem. Looking back on it now, I can understand why my parents and the others were so upset with me. Kalim: Oh jeez, I’m super sorry. But the moussaka I ate back then was really delicious. I still remember it well. Just remembering it makes me wanna eat it. Hey Jamil, please make it again sometime! Azul: I’d also like to request it. It might be good for our new Mostro Lounge menu…… Jamil: Absolutely not. Kalim: Awww, don’t say that~ Jamil: Moussaka is a time-consuming consuming dish to make since it requires many ingredients and two sauces. I simply don’t think it’s suitable to serve in a cafe. Jade: From what you’ve said, it seems to be made in an oven. The oven in the lounge isn’t that big…… It would certainly prove difficult to make a large amount. Azul: Aren’t there many ways to increase the turnover rate, like making a lot on a big platter? Ruggie: Octavinelle is the same as ever. Jade: Fufu…… To get the details, how about we have a nice, calm chat over some of your home-cooking, Jamil? Jamil: Oi, hold on, I never said anything about cooking for you…… Jeez. Silver: Zzzz…… Zzzz…… Jamil: Look, Silver fell asleep while you Octavinelle goons were getting excited over profits. Jade: Oh, my sincerest apologies. It seems I’ve derailed the conversation. Silver, please excuse me. It’s time to get up now, isn’t it? Silver: Ah…… Sorry. You wanted to know about Halloween in the Valley of Thorns…… didn’t you? Jade: Yes. Please tell me. Silver: If we’re talking about Halloween, then I can’t remember anything but my old ma—…… I mean Lilia’s costume. Riddle: Oh, that’s right, you two are from the same town. Jade: As expected, the Land of Thorns has costumes…… Wearing costumes is a common custom on land in every country, it seems. Silver: Do merfolk not wear costumes? Jade: To begin with, we don’t really make a habit of wearing clothes. Because it isn’t familiar to me, dressing up in various styles on land is quite novel. Silver: Actually, it’s hard for me to associate costumes with fun memories. Even remembering it now makes me shudder. Floyd: Huhhhhh, wouldn’t that little Flapjack Octo be even smaller back when he was in his hometown? Silver: Well, he didn’t look much different than how he looks now, but…… It was only on that Halloween that I saw Lilia-senpai have such a terrifying appearance. Jade: Oh, that’s very interesting. Especially considering how much he’s proud of his own cuteness. Silver: The horrifyingly frightening appearance of Lilia-senpai in his costume…… Sebek and I watched him together, trembling in fear. We were so afraid to sleep that night, both of us promised to stay up till morning. Jade: If I were to witness something so horrifying, I’m sure I’d start wailing. Floyd: Ehhhhhh, I wanna seeeeee. We’ve been together since we were born, but I’ve never seen you do anything like that. Ruggie: So, did you and Sebek end up gracing the morning sun with your tears? Silver: No…… I fell asleep before I knew it. Riddle: I knew it...... Silver: Sebek was so scared he couldn’t use the restroom all night, and the next morning he angrily called me a traitor. Ruggie: Wow, so even Sebek can be cute sometimes. Jamil: Then how did you spend Halloween, Ruggie? Ruggie: Me? Halloween in the slums isn’t really great for reference. Jade: Now, now, don’t speak like that. Every tale about life on land is fresh and educational, so please teach me all about it. Ruggie: I guess I don’t mind talking about it, but…… Don’t wrinkle your nose after I tell you. “Trick or treat”...... It’s normal to play a trick if you don’t get treats, right? But Halloween in my hometown ain’t that cute. If you didn’t give us candy, we would go home till we got some…… It was a 24 hour candy collecting marathon.

Could You Please Teach Me? : Chapter 3

-Classroom-

Kalim, Silver, Riddle: A 24 hour candy collecting marathon!? Jade: Candy collecting…… Only hearing about it, it seems the same as a normal Halloween tradition……. But judging from how you talk about it, it seems that the reality is quite different. Ruggie: That’s right. It’s because we rarely get to have candy. So the fact that just by saying, “Trick or Treat,” nets you candy feels like getting blessed. It’s impossible for hyenas like us to pass on a chance to fill our bellies. Jade: Ruggie, whenever you help out at the Mostro Lounge, you always bring tupperware. I take it that means your appetite hasn’t changed from how it was in the past. Ruggie: I’d gather all the neighborhood kids, decide who was in charge of each area, then go around the entire village. ……We didn’t miss even a single house. Jamil: That’s an incredible amount of tenacity…… Ruggie: And so long as it’s not the same faces, you’ll get sweets again, so we’d switch out members and hit the same house over and over again. Silver: If you go that far…… I feel like it’d cause problems. Ruggie: And you’d be right. Some odd years ago our patrol strategy got found out by the manager of the neighborhood association…… They immediately issued a trick or treat ban. Jade: Poor things. Was everyone disappointed? Ruggie: You bet. I was just a kid, so I didn’t know how to quit while I was ahead. And I was the one scolded the most since I was sorta like a big-brother figure to all the kids in the area. Jade: It occurred to me while you were talking earlier, but you’re surprisingly good at taking care of others, Ruggie. The image you put forth is that of someone who only works for a reward, but…… Ruggie: ……Well, putting that aside. My grandma couldn’t stand seeing sad kids, so she made pumpkin pie for us. Riddle: Pumpkin pie…… Boy, that sure sounds delicious. Jade: It seems we have a new candidate for our Halloween menu. Ruggie: Oh, I’ll charge you extra if you’re asking me to leak the Bucchi family secret recipe. Shishishi. Jade: How shrewd— as expected of you, Ruggie. It’s something prettier than simple muffins and cookies, and most importantly, seems filling. Ruggie: Of course. Looking pretty’s got nothing on being able to fill you up. It’s ‘cause it’s made from the pumpkin guts after you hollow it out to make a jack o’ lantern. Jade: My, my…… I wouldn’t have been able to devise such a clever way to use such a thing. Ruggie: So then, the next year, I started a part-time job carving jack o’ lanterns to use for pumpkin pie. Azul: You’ve had very much experience doing part-time jobs…… I’m even more impressed. Ruggie: If you get a part-time job doing that, the client provides you with the pumpkin, and you get to take the hollowed out contents for free…… “You’re just gonna let me have all this delicious stuff!?” was how I felt. Halloween’s really the best! Jade: How wonderful! I must follow your example of having the willpower to turn anything into profit. Silver: ……Seems like everyone enjoys Halloween in different ways. Kalim: Yeah. Let’s enjoy Halloween at the academy to our heart’s content, and make a bunch of good memories! Floyd: “Enjoy it to our heart’s content?” Azul: Good memories……? Kalim: ……? Don’t you enjoy Halloween? Jade: It’s not a holiday with that kind of feeling attached to it, at least not for us merfolk from the north. After all, those who lose their lives at sea are often consumed by regret and despair. Those who were caught in storms, those who exhausted all their strength aboard their ship, hopelessly lost at sea…… Whatever the case, it is not uncommon for the ghosts that return to be ferocious. Azul: Indeed. And pirate ghosts top that list. Jamil: Didn’t you guys say before that Halloween was celebrated with sea sparkles and lively music? Floyd: The lanterns are anchors for merfolk to stop ‘em from accidentally wandering into the next world. And playing music means the ghosts won’t be lonely. Azul: It’s also intended to soothe their sorrow and rage. Riddle: ……No way, you mean there’s ghosts all over the ocean floor? Jade: While I haven’t actually seen one, personally…… During Halloween there was a notice issued from our school. In it contained places one shouldn’t approach, times one shouldn’t go out…… since there were people that went missing every year. Ruggie: Hold on a sec…… That’s way too creepy. Floyd: Now that I think about it, when we were in middle school, I felt like I saw 3 Jades in different places~ Jade: There was also a time where I thought I was talking to Floyd, but I remember when I spoke to him the next day, he said, “You didn’t tell me anything about that.” At the time I didn’t pay it any mind and thought he simply hadn’t been listening to me, but…… Azul: It’s because it was Halloween. Those kinds of things are to be expected. Jamil: “Those kinds of things”…… as if it’s normal. Silver: The sea is a terrifying world outside the farthest reaches of the imagination…… Jade: The Coral Sea is a place where you can experience thrills you normally wouldn’t on Halloween. Floyd: Well it’s not boring, that’s for sure~ Azul: Just as Ruggie said earlier, it’s wonderful that we have so many business opportunities! Jade: Putting aside Azul’s talk of work…… I do love Halloween both under the sea and on land. It’s exciting to think of what unexpected things might happen. As I was selected to be part of the Organization Committee, I’d like if I could make everyone on land experience different feelings than usual. Because we hail from the sea, the thrills we can provide are far more than simply “fun.” This year, let’s have a wonderful Halloween that won’t lose to any other. Fufufu……

T/N: Two things- “sea sparkles” are Noctiluca scintillans, and yes the real colloquial name for it is “sea sparkle.” Secondly, I’m aware that the name of Cater’s homeland (the Land of Shining Stones) can be read as the Land of Pyroxene/Augite. I personally feel that name feels REALLY out of place compared to the others so unless the specific stone augite/pyroxene is thematically relevant or canonized beyond a doubt somehow, I separated the kanji into shining/glittering/sparkling + rock/stone/etc.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst jade #jade leech #floyd leech #riddle rosehearts #jamil viper #kalim al asim #azul ashengrotto #twst silver #ruggie bucchi #my translations #long post #GOD ITS SO LONG

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haro-whumps · 4 years ago

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Group Whumpees 12: Cahoots

Y’know I say I’m nothing but mean to these poor folks but y’all put some really cute ideas in my head that fell really in-line with what I’m trying to do so here you go. Y’all can have One chapter where nice things happen, as a treat.

CW: slavery, aftermath of abuse, disassociation, multiple whumpees

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Masterlist

Evan was such a whiny little baby. Lilah was combing her hair and rolling her eyes, listening to the back and forth between Nyla and Evan. Master had told all of them how Evan’s pain meds were supposed to work, and how he was allowed to take less but not more than the recommended dose (and then he’d gone on a tangent about how this rule absolutely did not apply to other medications, like antibiotics, and they should always make sure to take the exact instructions on those, like the five of them hadn’t received any formal training on anything important)(It was… charming, in a sense). Nyla had, of course, taken it to mean she was in charge of getting Evan’s stuff straightened out for him, and Evan took that as his cue to be difficult.

“They make me act weird!” he protested for the millionth time.

“Evan, just take one.”

“I’m fine. I’m confined to ‘taking it easy,’ remember? I’ll just sit in the sunroom and not move and it won’t even hurt.”

“It will hurt, and should you really be going upstairs if you’re not going to work? Master will see you.”

“Nyla, I love you so much, but I will go totally nuts if I stay locked up in this room for weeks, now let me--” he cut off trying to get out of bed, but Nyla pinned him down with the hand not carrying the water glass, Evan restricted in his movements and wincing all the while.

Lilah set the comb down, tugged a finger under her collar (it was getting tight again, asking Master to loosen it could be… added to the list of her ideas), and then went over to the bed, where Evan was begrudgingly sitting back under Nyla’s hand, his brows knit together and his hair still down.

“Move,” she ordered, shoving Evan in the chest so he was forced back down onto his back, and then she promptly sat down on his chest, earning a wheeze out of him.

“Hey!”

“Hi.”

“Lilah, I’m an injured man, here.”

“You were stabbed in the leg, doofus, your chest is fine.”

“Not with you crushing it.”

“Really? It sounds like you’re in pain, then.” Lilah propped her chin on her hand and her elbow on her knee, staring down at Evan with a carefully neutral face.

“I--”

“Gee, if only there was a solution to that, readily available! Maybe if someone had the solution in one hand with a glass of water in the other!”

“Lilah, get off of--” Evan protested with a weak shove against her side.

“Oh wow! Nyla, look at what you have there! Golly, Evan, isn’t that convenient!?” Lilah propped her fists on her hips and sent him a broad smile, obviously faked.

“You’re terrible.”

“You’re mulish.”

“I’m being ganged up on!” Evan complained. “Greyson, come back me up!”

“Hm?” Greyson intoned, pulling his tie tight.

“Tell them to lay off me--literally.” Evan gave another weak shove to Lilah’s side. “It’s two against one, here.”

“You should probably listen to Nyla.”

“Traitor,” Evan hissed, Lilah staring down at him smugly, feeling her cattish grin. She deliberately shifted her weight, bringing it right back down on his ribcage, and he wheezed again.

“Oh gee, Ev, that sounded like you’re in a lot of pain!”

“Get your lardbutt off of me!”

Lilah just stared at him, grinning, while Nyla looked at him as well, seeming very ready to have this over with.

She felt him go limp before he sighed out, “Fine! One pill, now get off of me.”

Lilah hopped off, prompting another “OOF” outta him, and she pulled on a pair of socks. Hole in the toe, on one, and while she could theoretically work with that, she added it to her ideas.

Her family did not know about her ideas. Her family would find out about them when or after Master did.

Because here was the thing: Lilah was clever. Nyla knew more about math and how to run a household than Lilah ever would, and Greyson knew the ins and outs of being theoretically perfect, and Sasha was a cook like no other, (and well Evan, he was just dumb (he wasn’t, he was brilliant in his own right)), but Lilah was clever. And that cleverness had never done her any good, with Mistress, the mind games weren’t the sort that called on her smarts to solve, but she was fairly certain she had a good read on Master.

It just wasn’t a take that her family would agree with. Yet.

They were too close to the situation, too involved, whereas Lilah was kept in the garden and only heard of Master’s actions, and, if Lilah was being honest, her family was too used to how things were with Mistress. Too willing to believe her. Lilah was the youngest, which meant she was the most frail, and the most in need of protection, she wouldn’t deny that, but it also meant she had never fully bought into the “this is normal” rhetoric Mistress and the others were so married to.

Honestly, the only reason she hadn’t called the bureau’s slave report line on Mistress had been because by the time she realized just how bad things were here, she’d already gotten attached to her family. Getting out from under Mistress’s thumb, no matter how bad it was, wasn’t worth sacrificing her family for. It wasn’t worth getting auctioned off to different owners, other strangers, separated from each other. And honestly, she couldn’t remove Greyson from the only home he’d known for so long; it would’ve been unforgivably cruel.

But Mistress was dead, and now alllllll those lessons she’d learned four years ago (the longest four years of her life, but much closer to her than to the others) in slave training were resurfacing. The demands a slave could reasonably make of their owner, expectations she hadn’t forgotten, necessarily, just left somewhere in a cranny of her mind to collect dust until she brushed it off.

If Master was being honest, if he really wasn’t playing a weird mind game with them, then that meant Lilah was the most equipped to, well, ‘deal with him’ was a weird way to phrase it but an accurate one nonetheless. “If,” of course, being the key word. If he really was as kind as he acted. If he meant the things he told them. If this wasn’t all just one long, intricate act.

Evan had tried to call him on that if. As much as Lilah loved him, she could say with full certainty that Evan had been an idiot about it. She was also of a mind that he’d been an idiot each time he’d tried it with Mistress, too, because there were other ways to test an owner’s limits! Part of her blamed herself; Evan had been reckless because Master had been hurt, and it was Lilah’s fault. The noble moron was always looking out for her, like that.

It was her turn, now, to be the one to look after her family, to be clever and find the edge of that if.

The problem, of course, was that Lilah’s confidence was largely born from the fact that she interacted with Master very little, and the times he did have anything to do with her he had been very nice and friendly (and merciful, even a generous owner would hit a slave for injuring them). Which meant the problem, of course, was that Lilah would have to actually interact with him and push that if. She revved up the lawn mower, and made an “if” of her own.

Master liked it when they asked for things. If she asked for something absurd (something far too expensive, something dangerous, too many things altogether all at once (hence her list of ideas)) and he said yes, this was an act. If she asked for something absurd and he said no, that meant he was enacting sensible limits and she and her family just hadn’t reached those yet (because Mistress had been terrible and unreasonable like Lilah had said).

The tipping point of all of this, naturally, had been Nyla getting attacked and Evan getting stabbed. Lilah had come inside to find Nyla in Master’s shirt, and heard that Master had gone, half-naked, to the hospital with Evan, with the insinuation that he wouldn’t be back home unless Evan was with him. It had been Master calling just to check in on them, and suggest a movie night (which, hm, wow), and let them know that Evan, their Evan, was alright, more or less. It had been hearing about just how much Evan had messed up while on painkillers and how Master hadn’t even reprimanded him.

So here were the stakes: Lilah could settle their Master, once and for all, into the category of “a good person,” or she could pull the curtain away from his act before she got attached and ended up the butt of the game he was playing.

The trick would be to keep herself from going Quiet. She hadn’t in a while, which gave her some confidence, but she knew that once she was actually, like, up near him and trying to talk to him, the fear would settle in. He was just… so big. And the if was so big. And if she messed this up, it’d be a really, really big mistake. (If her hunch was right, it’d be a really big payoff).

None of this was helped by the fact that she herself was so exceptionally small.

She always went Quiet when the Lords (though Master Galo said she couldn’t call them Lords anymore, which, good riddance) played with her. Her only other experiences with men were Greyson (who could and would do nothing to her, ever) and Evan (who she loved and cherished dearly and who loved her just as much, also not a threat). So it was anybody’s gamble how she would react to Master Galo when she was doing more than just, like, standing there with his hand on her back and listening to him fumble with his words.

The fumbling was a good sign, though, now that she’d had the chance to recognize it as such. Master Galo was thoughtful, but he wasn’t like, schemey. A schemer. He had no schemes.

She hoped.

Ultimately, she’d find out; she just needed an opportunity. She hadn’t really thought she would get one so soon.

Sasha waved her in for lunch, instead of carrying a plate out to her, which, hm. Alarm bell number one. Sasha rarely passed up the chance to go outside, and usually family meetings happened at dinner these days. Master didn’t have hair-triggers like Mistress had, so keeping everyone up to date on even the most minute changes in mood wasn’t a necessity anymore. Another reason Lilah was, more or less, willing to believe this wasn’t an elaborate act. There’d be more push and pull to it, wouldn’t there?

Lilah was last to arrive, and took up a spot beside Evan, who was sitting on the kitchen stool. Greyson was standing, and that was just weird.

“Lilah, once we’re done eating, you’re to remain inside,” Nyla stated, and Lilah didn’t bother questioning if that was Master’s order, or reasoning of Nyla’s own. It didn’t matter, either way; one’s word was as good as the other’s. None of them would ever disobey Master Galo, except Evan when he was stupid, but none of them would ever disobey Nyla, period.

(Well, okay, maybe Evan if he was being really stupid, but he promised he wouldn’t do that anymore).

“Wh-” Sasha started, licked her lips, set plates out in front of Nyla and Greyson, “What is M-Master..?”

“I don’t know yet,” Nyla said, brushing down her apron before picking up her fork. “Something. Everyone be careful.”

“It might just have something to do with Evan’s stab wound,” Lilah mentioned, taking her and Evan’s plates from Sasha and setting his in front of him, snitching a bite off his plate as he plucked one from hers. The mood in the room shifted. Master was the sort to fuss over Evan’s injury, based on everything they’d seen him do before. The agitation… didn’t disappear, but it settled, a little, everyone nervous but not Sasha-scared.

Lilah tagged along with Nyla when she went to go find Master, once she’d eaten. Sasha and Greyson helped Evan up to the second floor, where Master had been all day (apparently) and where they were expecting him to want them. Nyla couldn’t immediately find Master, though, and Lilah kept back a few paces. Nyla wasn’t… super aware that Lilah was tailing her, instead of sticking with the group. Lilah wasn’t hiding that fact from her, but she was also keeping her feet light and staying a ways behind her. They went back downstairs, and found him in the main floor sunroom.

“Oh, hey Nyla!” Master said brightly, Lilah listening and half-watching from around the doorframe. It wasn’t spying. It wasn’t eavesdropping. (But if it was, would it be a mind game or a mercy when (not if, when) he didn’t punish her for it, if he were to find out?)

“Master Galo,” Nyla greeted graciously, bowing and kissing his hand with the grace and fluidity that Lilah ever only mimicked. “We have finished, Master, and available to attend to your needs.”

“Great, thanks, so, can we get everyone together in a room with a tv? I know you all don’t like the den--” Lilah flinched, and Nyla didn’t but she knew the very word bothered her also, “--but the living room furniture isn’t great and the parlor doesn’t have a TV, so I guess library maybe? I’m open to suggestions here.”

“If Master would prefer, we could gather in the central drawing room upstairs,” Nyla suggested with all her practiced poise.

“Oh, gee, I don’t wanna make Evan climb all those stairs on his leg,” Master Galo said, scratching at a sideburn.

“Evan is already upstairs, Master.”

Lilah watched Master’s face knit together in confusion, lips making a choked off “Wh--” before pursing closed, then thinning into a pale line. His hands (seemingly reflexively) made a ‘just leave it’ kind of motion as he said, “Okay. Let’s uh, let’s go get everyone in the upstairs drawing room. The one with the sunken furniture, right?”

That was Lilah’s cue to run. Swiftly, but paying speed in exchange for silence, she ran down the hall and up the steps, and found her family in the ‘greenhouse’ that wasn’t a greenhouse it was just Mistress not knowing what to call things.

“Lilah!” Evan hissed with agitation, “Where were y--”

“Master says we should all go into the central drawing room,” Lilah said, “I was tailing Nyla.”

“Sh-she’s not g-going to, like that,” Sasha whispered, and yes, Lilah was aware. She was gonna do a lot of things Nyla was going to get very, very stressed about. Maybe all of the things. It depended on what Master wanted them all for, but she was definitely going to start pressing the if. She’d thought about it all morning, she wasn’t going to chicken out now, when she’d literally wondered when she might get an opportunity.

“Come here and be my crutch.”

“You have crutches.”

“Yeah but they’re not gonna run off and do stupid shit. I’m the idiot in this relationship, remember?”

Lilah stuck her tongue out, but stayed out of arm’s reach. She was gonna go off-script and that meant scaring the living bejeezus out of her family and also not letting Evan’s warm arm and familiar smell talk her down from it.

Master was already sitting down in the low furniture, Nyla looking surprised to see them all already on their way into the room. He was fiddling with his laptop, hooking it up to one of the tvs on the wall. She wasn’t gonna get a better opportunity than this.

Master liked physical proximity. They’d all noted that more than well enough, ranging from quietly pleased (Nyla) to bitter and pouty (Evan). Master didn’t like it when they kneeled on the ground, always insisting that they sit in ways that didn’t hurt and that one time he’d coaxed Greyson onto the furniture. He was a generous owner, and Mistress had been horrifically bad.

All the details, all the odds were in her favor.

She just needed to

Walk up to him

And

Hop

Over the back of the couch and

Breathe

Passing out would probably not go over well

And sit

With a cheerful “Hello Master Galo”

With the tremors kept out of her voice

(Thank god)

As she sat

Right

There.

Her pulse was careening, her hands were shaking, but she was smiling (and why hadn’t she ever been able to fake a smile like this, before?) and sitting a hair away from her Master. Her giant Master who could hurt her so bad (but hadn’t). He was staring down at her with open surprise. Her whole family, she knew, were statues of shock. But she didn’t kiss his hand, she stomped down her body screaming at her to get down on the ground and grovel, apologize, beg forgiveness. She just sat on the couch with her hands between her thighs and her feet swinging shallowly to hide their shaking. Smiling up at her Master, whose arm was so close to her she wouldn’t even really need to lean in for them to touch.

“Hey, Lilah,” Master Galo said, settling his giant hand onto her tiny back and giving it a brief rub with his thumb, and he could probably hear her next shaky, relieved breath, but he didn’t comment. “Good to see you. The rest of you, come on over, I want to try a thing today.”

Well that makes two of us, Lilah thought. Between us both, we should be able to kill my family with stress, she tacked on, morbidly humored.

“Is there anywhere you would prefer us, sir?” Nyla asked, not stuttering (she was always too composed for that) but her own voice sounding a little shaky (Lilah would need to be so good for her as an apology). It was very clearly an opening for Master Galo to direct Lilah somewhere away from him, where the family could 1. hide her, protect her and 2. silently reprimand her until they got someplace where they could afford to make it no longer silent. The order of those items was, in fact, by priority.

But Lilah wasn’t going anywhere. “Yeah, come sit on the couches with us,” Master ordered, friendly and open and he had said us. Lilah was… included in on that. It was gratifying, in a way, to be the first of the five of them to do something right for the situation. Usually Nyla went uncontested in that department. (It was because Nyla was smart and quick and experienced and also beautiful and amazing). Greyson sat next to Lilah, Evan next to him, then Nyla, then Sasha, at the far end, clinging to Nyla’s arm and leaning close, with the bodies of the others ideally obscuring Master’s view of the minor intimacy.

Lilah briefly thought of reaching out and voluntarily touching her Master, grabbing onto his arm and leaning like that, but her brain and stomach reminded her of the virtue of baby steps and not overwhelming herself. And yeah, she was gonna keep pushing the if, but like, in a smart way. She was gonna do exactly what Master had said, and find the limits, not suicidally touch the guy who owned her without provocation. She wasn’t Evan, no matter how much her family was sending fervent, secretive, panicked glances her way.

“So,” Master started, his laptop screen projected on the massive tv in front of them, showing what looked to be some sort of online catalogue, “starting with the easier stuff: Nyla and Evan both need new clothes, since theirs got knifed, and I figured this could just be a nice opportunity for you all to get new clothes? I noticed you didn’t really have, uh, many.”

“Master is generous,” Nyla said, dutiful and exactly as she was meant to.

“Well, I can afford to be as generous as conceivably possible. So,” Master Galo gestured at the tv, “my thought process was that I’d click around the stores I think sell quality stuff, and if you see something you like, pipe up? Nyla, will you speak for Sasha if she sees something she wants?”

“Yes, Master.”

Lilah felt like if there really was a god, it was holding her accountable to her ideas. How’s that for cosmic interference? She literally could not have asked for a better setup to test Master Galo’s if.

“Cool, so, uh, feel free to take this as an order if it makes it more comfortable, but tell me when you guys want something on the screen, okay?”

“Yessir,” Lilah beat Nyla to the punch, which was a grievous upset of the natural order of their family hierarchy, but she was doin’ something here.

“Cool,” Master said, glancing down at Lilah with what seemed like befuddlement. It would be befuddlement on any regular, non-owner person, so, in adherence with Lilah’s theory that this wasn’t just an act. Then. It was befuddlement. Conclusion drawn, haha.

“Master, may I have that?” Lilah asked, stopping him mid-scroll with a point of her finger. “The pink one.” Her finger was definitely shaking. Her whole arm was shaking. Master liked being asked for things and this whole setup was specifically so they would ask him things. Heck, it might even be that he was doing this just because they’d been so bad at asking him for things, and he thought they needed a… tutorial of sorts. A beginner’s sort of experience. She dropped her hand back between her thighs, willing herself to stop trembling.

“Yeah, Lilah, good girl,” Master praised, adding the skirt to the cart. The way he phrased it was so strikingly familiar--Lilah’s trainers had done the same thing, setting up easy tests for behaviors that didn’t come naturally to slaves just so they could praise and reaffirm the successes, make their students associate doing the undesirable thing with rewards.

She could do this. She could do this.

“Master, may I have that?” she asked again. And again. And again, and again. Any time anything even remotely caught her eye, anything that sparkled or glittered or was made of pink or lime or lilac or mint. She asked for overalls with flowers embroidered all over them, t shirts and tank tops and sports shirts and graphic tees and funny sayings and jewelry, too, cheap stuff, fake stuff, (though if the option of actual jewelry was presented, she’d ask anyway, just to test the if), but glittery and shiny and entirely unnecessary. She asked for crazy socks and a new pair of workboots and thick t-shirts to ward off the sun, headbands, cat ears, gloves, weird belts, leggings, skirts, and lace. Every time, he indulged her, encouraged her, once even told her to keep it up. Her shaking didn’t disappear, but it… lessened, with that.

By the time any of the rest of her family spoke up, Master Galo had checked out from two virtual stores with carts filled with nothing but frivolous nonsense that Lilah and only Lilah had asked for. Old Navy had absolutely nothing that interested Lilah, all dark dreary blues and blacks and whites, so she mostly just sat there, buzzing, as Master scrolled.

“Master,” Evan said, and Master’s finger stopped, “may I… wear something other than vests?”

“Yeah,” Master answered, sounding about as cautious with his words as Evan had. “Do you, not want to wear vests?”

“I don’t, sir.”

“Okay then. Yeah, don’t wear vests.”

“Master, may I have the red t-shirts?” Evan asked, gesturing with a hand that was absolutely shaking as bad as Lilah’s had, towards the 10-pack of plain t’s on the top of the list. Master Galo added to the cart with an easy “Sure, bud.”

“And… could I bother you to go back a page, sir? To the jeans?”

Evan was trying very hard to be polite, which usually just left him sounding uncertain, unless the manners were a cover up for barely-leashed rage, which usually made him sound constipated.

“Sure, no big,” Master Galo said, and ordered multiple sets of jeans for Ev. “Well done, Evan.”

With Lilah leading and Evan having followed one (1) time, Sasha and Nyla hesitantly joined in, Sasha getting a lot of soft looking fabrics, sweaters, skirts, and the like, Nyla getting a pressed skirt, two blouses, a plain beige sweater, tights, and three different crisp, cute dresses. Lilah kept up her resolution to ask for everything she could possibly want until she found out how much was too much.

“Do you want me to just, like, pull up the Claire’s catalogue and hand you the computer?” Master Galo asked. Lilah wasn’t sure, but she was willing to say that that meant Master Galo’s ‘too much’ came in at around 227 consecutive “Master may I”s, because yes Lilah had been counting.

“If that’s what you would prefer, sir,” Lilah said, and took the laptop when he handed it to her.

...okay. Okay, she could do this. Just, add the things to the cart herself. “Without asking, sir?”

“Yeah, just add anything you want, I’m good for it.”

Lilah scrolled down so she could see the first item, which was a fat grey cat plush, and she added it. She added every single following item, waiting, each time she did, for her Master to call her on it, to tell her “too much.” She legitimately did want every single thing she saw, though, all the flower crowns, the earrings, the necklaces, the gaudy sunglasses, the plastic hair extensions, the bracelets, the flip flops, the trinkets, the charms.

“Master, Sasha would like the blue hair pins,” Nyla said, and Lilah, daringly, did not wait for her owner’s response before simply changing the quantity from one to two. She hovered, still, for a moment after, waiting for the reprimand, the blow. Neither came. She resumed scrolling.

She handed the laptop back when it came to checking out, and her Master didn’t even seem bothered by how much she’d already asked for. It made sweat prickle between her shoulder blades.

Four stores later, Master gently prompted, “Greyson, have you seen anything you like?”

He’d been silent the whole time, and everyone glanced nervously at him. It didn’t look like he was Quiet, not like she got, but there was definitely something… not absent but hardly present, in his eyes.

“I have been neutral towards all selections, Master,” he said, quiet and even.

“Okay, well, do you think you could manage finding one thing you want, before we wrap up here?” Master prodded, sounding gentle, but they all knew a demand when they heard one.

“The… Hawaiian shirts were nice, sir,” Greyson said, even quieter.

“Okay, sure, which store were those in..?” Master trailed off, but Nyla knew the answer anyway. Master selected a greyish-blue one when Greyson seemed to struggle with a color preference, and then bought all of them packs of plain underwear and socks. No lingerie, which… yeah, Lilah was having faith in him, she was, which meant that that was a good sign.

“So, I don’t actually know how normal bras work,” Master informed them, “Mine were all too-small sports bras I tried on in the Target dressing room and binders once I made it out on my own; I do not know how sizing works.” He scratched uncomfortably at the back of his head, the women looking at him intensely, Grey and Ev staring pointedly at the tv in different stages of discomfort.

“I am a 32B, Sasha is a 42DD, and Lilah is a 30C, Master,” Nyla said, crisp and clear and not showing the discomfort that Lilah knew she was feeling. Lilah also noted that those were… up a band size, from the last time Lilah had heard those particular measurements. Though, true, they’d been eating regularly and work had been light, so they were all gaining weight, it made sense to account for that.

Nyla was so smart.

“Great, sweet, done,” Master said, quickly locating those sizes, and prompting them to choose bras (three each) in those sizes, clearly and evidently wanting this particular part of their online spree to be done. Lilah felt very much the same, and knew Sasha could only be feeling that so, so so so, so so much worse.

“Alright, anything else anybody want while we’re still on this topic?” Master Galo asked. “I would like to clarify if something comes up later, you can absolutely still ask for it then, just, while I have the tab up, yknow.”

If Lilah was going to push the if, now was the time to push.

“Master, may I have a knife set?” Lilah asked with faux-cheer, Evan actually leaning around past Grey to look at her like she was nuts. She pointedly didn’t look at him, her pulse keying back up in her chest and her body shaking again.

“Uh,” Master looked at her strangely as well, and she smiled at him. “W… mmm, why?” Master asked, his voice pitching up.

Right, frick, because knives could technically have sensible uses. She needed to make it clear that this was a dangerous and unnecessary request. “I wanna stab Evan again.”

“Okay, uh, gonna put a no, on that one, actually,” Master said, laughing breathlessly, seeming torn between confusion and amusement. Lilah would absolutely take that over him getting mad.

“Yes Master!” she said perkily, and for all that she could hear her own heartbeat, the happiness wasn’t even faked. He’d set a sensible, reasonable boundary, and enforced it. Not even by punishing or scolding her! She was right. She was right.

It didn’t immediately turn off the part of her brain that was in charge of being scared of him, or calm the shaking of her hands squished tightly between her thighs, but she could work on that.

“Okay, so next item on the list: therapists. There are two therapists in this city that have precedent with consulting--slaves.”

Lilah watched the screen with the rest of the family as he tabbed to a different window, the profiles of two women already pulled up. And, because Lilah could read and pay attention to her owner at the same time, she knew the word Master had stumbled over. Abused slaves. Was that what they were? It seemed right.

“This is not actually gonna be a negotiable thing; you guys need to talk to someone with a degree about--everything. I think it’s generally poor practice to consult people who are connected to each other, but, given the circumstances, I’m hoping we can just split you five between the two. Or not! Therapy should ideally feel like a good fit, so, if you have a session with one and don’t click, you can always change your mind, and if you all end up preferring one over the other that’s fine! But I’m making appointments for you all so if you could please tell me which person you’d like to have your first visit with, that’d be great.”

A pregnant pause.

“Oh, and you don’t have to decide right away immediately, read over their profiles or--yeah, just, like, before you leave the room, okay?”

“Yes, Master,” Nyla said, staring at the high-definition images of two strangers, same as the rest of them.

Lilah glanced between the faces. Professional women, looking younger than Greyson but probably about that age, one wearing a cheerful blue top and the other a friendly green. Their biographies were… pretty similar, so Lilah went ahead and chose based on something superficial.

“Master, may I go with the green one?” Lilah asked, not sure if that was the right way to phrase that.

“Sure,” Master Galo said, as easily as he had for everything else she’d asked for that day. She kicked her legs a little higher, wondering if she should resent the idea that her Master thought they needed fixing or keep on in good faith that he was doing things because he believed it was the right thing to do.

“Master, I would also ask for the one in the green shirt,” said Nyla, “and Sasha humbly requests the one in blue.”

Master nodded, and Evan cleared his throat quietly before saying, “May I go with Nyla and Lilah, sir?”

“Yes, but therapy is one-on-one so you won’t actually be with them.”

The room’s focus shifted to Greyson, who stared at the screen blankly before saying, “Sir, I would prefer blue.”

“Alright, thanks everyone, I’ll get that arranged,” Master Galo said, tabbing windows again. “So, we’re gonna meet back up and do this again, tomorrow, sort of--well, okay, we’re meeting up again tomorrow. Probably not here, because stairs, but after lunch I’m gonna sit you all down and give you a crash course on queerness and more specifically what my life as a trans man specifically involves, since, uh. Auntie Bethany would’ve given you either no information, or wrong information. Which is something we should all, like, fix. You guys can head back to whatever you get up to after lunch, except Evan.” Sweet, Lilah could dodge that particular bullet for a little while. Master Galo pointed a finger (but not in a particularly scary or alarming way) at Evan and said, “We gotta talk about PT. But yeah--uh, dismissed?”

“Thank you, Master,” Nyla said, rising to her feet. Sasha and Greyson followed her lead, and Lilah briefly considered asking Master if she could stay and listen in on the ‘PT’ stuff, if only to delay the inevitable, but no, then Evan would be there to join in with the others and Lilah figured that’d be a lot of people mad at her all at once. Oh well, time to go get read the riot act. Lilah hopped to her feet and knew what Greyson was doing when he settled into step behind her.

Ohhhhh, she was in so much deep shit. Her brain flip flopped on whether she wanted to try and be cavalier about it, or if the Quiet was gonna come swooping in partway through Nyla scolding her.

She didn’t want to leave the room. The others wouldn’t demand answers to complicated questions with Master in ear-shot.

Lilah was all but counting the steps. Down the stairs, through the hall, deliberately herded into the kitchen (she reminded herself there was little point in making a break for it). She weighed the pros and cons of trying to cut Nyla off and explain herself before the others could say anything, but she dismissed the idea. She’d interrupted Nyla enough already.

“Lilah,” Nyla said, turning around and clapping her palms together in front of her mouth. “Mind explaining to us what, exactly, that was?”

She wasn’t mad at Lilah like she’d been when Evan was stupid. Good? Lilah hadn’t pissed their Master off like Evan had, though, so this probably shouldn’t be surprising.

(Maybe Nyla had the same suspicions Lilah did).

“He likes it when we ask for things,” Lilah said with a shrug that was more relaxed than she felt. “So I asked him for things.”

“And practically sat on top of him,” Nyla grit out with a twitch in her right eye. Ah, there was the anger Lilah had been expecting. She looked away from Nyla, shoulders rising and shifting her weight uncomfortably.

“He wasn’t gonna hurt me.”

“How could you p-possibly know th-that?!” Sasha demanded, and oh, yikes. Sasha was the mad one, okay, Lilah would need to recalibrate on that.

“He didn’t,” Lilah said with a broad gesture at the ceiling. He didn’t murmured her pounding heart, still not quite believing it all the way, herself.

“But you c-can’t have known th-that!”

“Sure I could,” she lied, “he hasn’t hurt us yet, right?”

“Lilah,” Nyla said, firm and even and calm and bringing the gravity of the room right back onto her, “That was incredibly reckless. What were you trying to accomplish?” Something in Nyla’s tone made Lilah pause. Like… like Nyla was looking for something more than just answers.

“...I wanted to see if he really meant it,” Lilah admitted, though she did not specify what ‘it’ was.

“And you couldn’t have warned us?” Nyla asked with narrowed eyes.

“You would’ve tried to stop me,” Lilah said sullenly, no longer able to bite down on the need to cross her arms in front of her chest. Given how everyone was reacting so far, maybe she could’ve, maybe they woulda let her. It made the scolding hit harder than she’d anticipated.

“Lilah,” Nyla started, but cut herself off with a grimace and a hand raised to her head. Oh gee, oh gee oh god.

“Nyla?” all three of them said together, and Lilah jumped a little at the reminder that Greyson was right behind her. Silent to that point.

“It’s just a headache,” she said with a wave of her other hand, then leaned lightly on the counter. She was still upright, so Lilah was inclined to believe her, but she also knew that she was very likely the cause for this headache.

“I was reckless,” Lilah said quietly, hands on Nyla’s arms and eyes on Nyla’s face, waiting until she could see her eyes again. “I’m sorry I upset you, but I’ll probably do it again, for as long as Master lets us, because I want to know. You’ve all protected me so well,” Lilah praised, grateful, so thankful she could never in all her life express it properly, “but I don’t think I need protected, right now.”

Nyla sighed, and then pulled Lilah into a hug. “Just don’t do anything stupid, okay? Promise me that much, at least.”

“I promise,” Lilah said, and meant it. She had no intention of being an idiot about this; she had more self-preservation than that.

Sasha’s hand came to rest on Nyla’s shoulder, and Lilah let go as Nyla was gently pulled away. “M-Master and Evan are t-t-talking. You can lie d-down until th--”

“It really is just a headache, Sasha,” Nyla murmured, smiling at her, and Lilah frowned. She agreed with Sasha.

“You could ask,” Lilah said, since that was apparently her forte, now. “I could ask for you. Master likes being asked for things; he’d let you lie down until it went away, you wouldn’t even have to be sneak--”

“Lilah, please,” Nyla said, cutting her off as well. “It’s just a headache. Let’s all get back to work, okay?”

But what if it doesn’t stay just a headache!? Lilah wanted to ask, but arguing with Nyla was a guaranteed way to make it worse, so she just. Went back outside. She tugged at her collar again as she went. Darn, and she’d just been in a room with Master asking him for things. Oh well, it wasn’t terrible yet.

She picked up the garden shears and started pruning, the snip snip snip of the metal calming, routine, familiar. She entered the hedges, afternoon sun casting short shadows over her, the leaves and branches of the hedges creating dark dappling over her already freckled skin and twitching with each branch or leaf she cut off.

It all hit her then. What she’d done. How badly she could’ve been punished, if she hadn’t been right. All the fear and tension she’d hidden from her family, pretending to be fine, all the ice around her heart keeping her tense as a strung bow as she sat within a breath of her Master, who she could stand next to and not even reach his shoulder. She had been reckless, she had been risky, and it paid off but oh god, oh god oh god oh god.

Somewhere in the middle of it all, her hands stopped moving and she stared out into space, her mind shutting down against the wave of emotion she wasn’t equipped to handle.

Galo waited only as long as it took to make sure Evan didn’t fall down the stairs, then he was on the lookout for a subtle way to slip out to the garden. He had enough presence of mind to know that if the others saw him going outside right on the heels of, well, that, they’d probably freak and think he was upset with Lilah for being bold.

But oh, just the opposite. He had not expected Lilah, of all people, to be the first to, well, take that big of a step. She’d even cracked a joke! He was delighted, and confused, and so curious it tasted like metal in his mouth. He wanted, he needed, to talk to her, to see-- to know-- to--

He had to talk to her. He was jittery, abuzz. He just needed to find a way to do it without freaking anyone out. He’d be visible from any of the back-facing windows on the trek out there, so, hnng, how to go about it, fuck.

There were no windows in the utility room, beyond a small, thin, rectangular skylight that offered no visibility, and Greyson was gonna pull the laundry out of the dryer and fold it soon, if Galo’s internal clock was right. The kitchen had one single window in it, half-hidden by a hutch and blocked by a tree, and it didn’t even face the backyard, so Sasha wasn’t a concern. Evan, well, Galo knew where Evan was. So really, that just left Nyla that Galo needed to make sure didn’t look at the garden for… like, five minutes. However long it took for him and Lilah to get behind a hedge.

Hm. That sounded--uh. Bad word choice there, brain. Thank god no one here was as mindreader.

He found Nyla in the den (UGH), duster in hand and leaning on the back of an armchair, looking to be in pain. A new priority took hold.

“Nyla? Nyla, sweetie, what’s wrong?” Galo asked in a rush, approaching her swiftly and very gingerly touching a hand to her back and hovering the other over her arm, wanting to avoid too much touch if possible. “Where does it hurt?”

“Master, I…” Nyla took a deep breath, straightened (and Galo reluctantly moved back, gave her space), and smiled, but a wince came close on its heels. “I’m fine, Master, I’m just,” her foot shifted, ever so slightly, but on Nyla it was noticeable as hell, “prone to headaches, sir. It will pass.”

Well, hey, two birds with one stone, Galo joked morbidly. “Would it pass faster if you took a break and lied down for a little while?” he suggested, side stepping so Nyla had a clear shot to the door of the den and nudging her forward with a gentle hand to her back.

“Master, I’m fine--”

“Nyla,” Galo interrupted, very softly. He--slowly, gently--took the duster out of her hand and set it down on a random piece of furniture, it didn’t matter, and gave her another, feather-light push towards the basement stairs.

“...Yes, Master Galo,” Nyla said, and Galo raised his hand to gently cup the lower base of her skull, away from where most of his headaches were generally located, and gave her hair a small ruffle.

“Good girl, Nyla, go lie down and rest a bit.” Galo nearly jumped out of his skin to find that Greyson was also there, their paths crossing, but quickly gave the man a smile and nod. Good, right on schedule. Okay. He looked a little… odd, but Galo didn't think too hard on it, preoccupied with getting outside.

Greyson and Nyla went downstairs, and Galo waited exactly long enough for them to hit that bottom step before he slipped out the back door, carefully closing it behind him, thankful--not for the first time--that Nyla maintained the house with such intense care. The thing was well-oiled, and soundless.

No immediate sight of Lilah, so he felt it was okay for him to jog. Seeing someone like, well, him, running towards her would spook her, no matter how brave she’d felt a little while ago, but she couldn’t scare if she couldn’t see him. And for a solid bit, he couldn’t see her, either! Yeah, haha, the grounds were massive. He still felt way, way too large for just one person to be in charge of, but he’d seen the others popping out to help Lilah with stuff here and there so like?? He resolved to try not to worry about it too hard.

He would, however, worry about Lilah as he found her, vacantly staring through the hedge she was standing behind, garden shears raised but unmoving. He approached slowly, brow furrowed, and quietly asked, “Lilah?”

No response, which, okay! Okay, alright, so, he just, like, carefully wrapped his fingers around the shears (he didn’t want anyone getting hurt), very gently set his palm against her back, and tried again, a little louder, “Lilah?”

She jumped, unsurprisingly, and Galo caught the shears easily, already murmuring, “Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. You’re alright.”

Lilah stared at him with large eyes, hands visibly shaking, and swallowed thickly. “Yes, sir, thank you Master.”

Galo set the shears down on the grass and settled his hand on her shoulder blade, eyes searching her face. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Master, just…” she took a deep breath in, looking entirely overwhelmed.

“Would… it be better if I wasn’t here right now?” Galo asked, mentally kicking himself. He’d been so concerned with what the others might think if they saw him coming out to visit Lilah that he’d neglected to consider how she might feel, this close on the heels of something that had to have been difficult for her. Here he was again! Pushing too hard, too fast, too soon!

“No! Sir, no sir,” Lilah said snatching out a hand but stopping herself before she grabbed his shirt, bringing her hand back to her chest and half-hugging herself. “No, I’m--what did you want from me, sir?”

“Just, like, to check in, I guess. Theoretically I wanted to talk to you about, uh,” Galo faltered, wondering what he would even call that.

“...Theoretically, sir, that might be a little much for me to discuss head-on,” Lilah said, eyes staring past him but not looking quite like she was disassociating, just focused on her words (he hoped).

“Right, sorry--”

“But, hypothetically,” Lilah cut in, visibly flinched, then pushed on, “what would you have wanted to say, Master?”

Galo paused for a long moment, scanning what he could see of Lilah’s face (god she was so short, would it be rude of him to kneel down or would that feel like he was invading her space?) and his gears turning.

“Hypothetically,” he said carefully, “I would--could be wondering what prompted today’s show of bravery.” Then he rushed to tack on, “If, hypothetically, that would be something you were comfortable discussing.”

“And,” Lilah said, taking a couple of steps around Galo and moving towards the fountain, “in this hypothetical situation, would it be okay if I said I didn’t want to answer your questions?”

“Of course,” Galo said immediately, softly, following after her, hands clasped behind his back.

“Then, since, knowing that it’d be okay either way would make me more comfortable, I’d probably tell you that it’s because I think you really might be as nice as you’ve been acting, to us.”

From anyone else in the world, phrasing like that would’ve been the most passive aggressive of insults, but from Lilah, from one of his slaves, it was a compliment so potent it knocked the wind out of him.

“Yeah?”

Lilah held her wrist with a shaking hand, staring straight ahead at the fountain as she said, “I’ve been, thinking, lately, Master, about how you act, and how you talk to us. And I think… that you wouldn’t put so much effort into being kind to us, and gentle and careful with us, if it was all just going to be an act in the end. You went with Evan, to the hospital, and you fuss over us, and you gave Nyla your shirt, and you’ve literally never hit any of us, even when Evan was trying to get you to. So. I think, that you’re a good person, sir, and that, theoretically, means that I, possibly, could push boundaries.”

Galo wanted to cry. He took a deep, surprisingly shaky breath (though really, should he be surprised) and ran his fingers through his hair, watching Lilah plop herself down on the side of the fountain and taking a seat next to her.

“Well, in this hypothetical situation, that would make me so, so happy to hear.”

“Yeah? It would?” Lilah asked uncertainly, and Galo nodded; now he was the one unable to look directly at Lilah.

“I’ve been, uh, trying really hard, to prove to you--all of you--that I don’t want to hurt you, and that you’re my responsibility and I want to take good care of you all. I just--I was starting to wonder if I’d made any progress at all, the entire time I’d been here. So, hypothetically, that kind of information could be a big weight off my chest.” Galo sounded emotional as all hell, but decided that was a vulnerability Lilah could see.

Galo took a deep breath, two, three, and then softly, cautiously added, “And, it would be nice if I had someone else in my corner. I don’t know what I’m doing, half the time, and I don’t know how to ask without scaring all of you, so, hypothetically, being able to ask one of you questions would also be a big weight off of me.”

Lilah nodded very slowly. “Hypothetically, sir, the others wouldn’t like that, if they knew about it. They’ve always protected me, so, if you were to ask me questions, it would probably be best if it didn’t happen where they could hear it. But, I think I probably wouldn’t mind, if you were just asking questions. Sir,” she tacked on at the end.

“And I would be very appreciative, if that were the case.” Galo took a deep breath. “The others, if I wanted them to reach that same conclusion as you, about me meaning it when I say I want to take care of you: how, theoretically, would I go about that?”

“I think… you would just need to be patient with them, Master. They were with Mistress longer than I was, so, it’s harder for them to remember that they’re supposed to be treated better than--how she treated us.”

Galo nodded. “Is there--would there be anything, in the meantime, that I could do? Not even to earn their trust, just to, y’know, make them more comfortable, feel safer? You, too, you’re included in that question.”

Lilah took a moment, and Galo used that span of time to collect himself. “Let us stutter.”

Galo blinked, and turned to her. “Pardon?” Lilah cringed, and Galo quickly rushed to add, “No, no, I just, a little elaboration, please, you’re fine, this conversation is still purely hypothetical, yeah?”

Lilah nodded with a loud inhale through her nose, hugging her knees. “Hypothetically,” she said quietly, as though to herself. “Hypothetically, letting us stutter would,” she gestured vaguely with one hand, “take off a lot of pressure.”

Galo nodded slowly. “I think this is another one of those things where I wasn’t aware it was happening until you brought it up, like the food thing? Did my aunt not let you stutter?”

Lilah shook her head, little rapid movements that set her hair jiggling. “She hated it, sir. It was the fastest way for any of us to get punished, and Sa--” Lilah cut herself off, and picked at a fraying string on her jeans. “It’d be nice, sir, to not have to focus so hard on not stuttering, is all I’m saying.”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll make--I would make, like, an official announcement. Stuttering is a-okay and I’m not bothered by it. Would--hmm. Would it be a good idea to also say the hand-kissing isn’t necessary, or would that just upset the balance of things?”

“I think the hand-kissing isn’t really important, and could, hypothetically, wait, sir.”

Galo nodded, “Good to know. On the topic of ‘too much too fast,’ if I wanted to give everyone a day off once a week, or evenings, would now be too soon?”

“Yes Master.” No hesitation on that one, shit.

“Damn, okay, would it work out better if I started out with, like, an evening off once a week?”

“That, uh, that might work, sir, I wouldn’t be certain.” Alright, well, he’d try it. “Sir?”

“Yes, Lilah?”

“Did you--you said ‘like the food thing,’ so, that means you didn't know we weren’t eating?”

“I had no idea. I'm still sorry, though.” Lilah took those words and nodded, putting on a determined face.

“Not, not smiling all the time, would also, be a nice thing to do, that would be helpful. Nyla will probably do it anyways, but, hypothetically, letting us make facial expressions naturally, would, that could help, sir.”

“Okay, yeah, I’d probably throw that in there with the stuttering announcement. Anything else that comes automatically to mind?”

“And moving gracefully when you’re in the room. Nyla will still probably do that too, but, it’s another one of those things where it’d be nice to not try and focus on.”

“Another added to the hypothetical list. Keep going?”

Lilah’s leg dropped off the side of the fountain and started bouncing. “Master, may I ask for four more kitchen stools?”

“Yes, you can,” Galo said, pulling out his phone and googling that. He ordered a pack of six, since he wasn’t gonna bother scrolling to look for the model his aunt had (not that he’d even remember it without looking at it).

“Master?” Lilah asked, quiet and small.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve grown since the last time my collar was adjusted, so it’s getting tight again. Would you be willing to loosen it?”

“Yeah, sure,” Galo said, extending an arm towards her and letting her shuffle over, back turned to him, pulling her hair over her shoulder. “You can’t do it on your own?”

Lilah went stiff all over, and Galo added, “Since I, theoretically, wouldn’t know.”

“Slaves aren’t allowed to touch the buckles of their collars, Master. Not even regular slaves, who didn’t live with Mistress.”

“Okay,” Galo said, gently pulling the black leather out and taking it down a notch before re-securing it. “Thank you for telling me, turns out my lack of knowledge wasn’t just theoretical, there. Is that a good tightness for you?”

“Yes Master, thank you,” Lilah said, but curiously didn’t move back to where she’d been sitting, just turned and dropped her legs off the side again, bouncing the one furthest from Galo.

“Okay, hypothetically--well, not hypothetically, I do know that you don’t want to sleep in separate rooms from each other--but, hypothetically, if I were to suggest giving you all, like… offices? Where you could keep your own personal belongings like clothes and everything you ordered today, and have a space of your own that could be called ‘yours’ but then just all go sleep in the same room, would that… how would I go about that?”

Lilah bit her lip and bounced her leg a little faster.

“I think, in theory, that might go over better if, when the items you ordered today start arriving, you, um, you would be like, ‘hey here’s those things that are yours, here is also this space that is yours, that you can keep your stuff in,’ but still let everyone know that sleeping arrangements haven’t changed, sir.”

“Oh, good idea!” Galo praised. That made sense! “And you could all decorate and keep personal stuff, too.”

Lilah glanced to him, as though not quite believing him, and he added, “Hypothetically,” with a playful smile. Lilah grinned back, lopsided and conspiratory, and Galo felt his smile widen.

It was tentative, still new, and they couldn’t quite address it directly, but Galo had someone on his side now.

#gw #whump #slave whump #slavery #shopping spree #multiple whumpees #aftermath of torture #galo #lilah #nyla #sasha #evan #greyson #mine #writing

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two ducks in a pond

renga bday fic for the girlies <3 rating: g for general audience baby! summary: reki realized he couldn’t call himself langa’s bff if he didn’t even know his birthday. so he goes: “hey langa when’s your bday” and langa goes “oh. today.” and reki’s like “haha rad... HELLO? HELLO WTF? HELLO?” and thus, a bday party is planned <3 what are the vibes of this fic? bday cuteness, some pining, some asking sk8 dad joe for advice, some reki being so in love with langa it’s ridiculous, some first kisses hehe.

can also be read on ao3 and below the cut.

Reki sniffed, ripping off another piece of bread and chucking it into the group of ducks below in the pond. “Yo, Langa?”

“Huh?” Langa grunted. He tore a piece of bread for himself before throwing one down to the ducks.

“Stop, that’s for the ducks!”

“I know. But I’m hungry. We can share.”

Reki rolled his eyes and nudged Langa with his shoulder. “I’m convinced you have, like, ten stomachs.”

“Fourteen.”

“Anyways! My question,” Reki leaned closer, noticing how Langa always allowed him into his space. And, in this moment, how he always allowed Langa into his. “When’s your birthday? I realized we never talked about that!”

Yeah it was a random question but Reki was curious. He’d grown close to Langa in incredibly quick fashion but the simple things! He had no idea when his best friend was born and that was utterly unacceptable. This had to be changed immediately.

Langa ate another piece of bread. Chewed. Swallowed. Stared distantly into the horizon before turning back, quickly. His eyes widening a fraction in surprise. “Today.”

“Oh ok!” Reki accepted and then shuffled back a bit until his answer really hit him. “EXCUSE ME?” and he’s right back. All up in Langa’s space. Nearly onto his lap as he gripped Langa by the shoulders and shook him several times. “What do you mean today? Hello! Hello, why did you not let me know this sooner!”

Langa, still unphased by the bomb he dropped, answered in his same, even tone that’s quickly driving Reki up a wall. “You never asked.”

“What do you mean!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN!!!”

“I forgot, honestly.” Langa explained as if forgetting his birthday was the same thing as forgetting where you put your tv remote. “Ah, but my mom said I shouldn’t stay out too late. Since she wants to celebrate. Something small.”

Reki felt himself age several years. Tired, but determined, he pinches Langa’s cheeks instead. Ignoring the “ow ow ow!” Langa made every time he pulled. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! I can’t believe I didn’t know until now! I have to get you a present.”

“It’s not a big deal, Reki.” Langa said, patting Reki’s hand that held onto his cheeks. “I liked spending time with you today. That can be your present.”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Reki released Langa’s cheeks. He stood up and kicked up his board, grabbing it and holding onto the end with his hand. “You go home and celebrate with your mom! I’m gonna go prepare something! Something epic. Something totally rad!”

“I was already going to do that…” Langa frowned. “Reki, seriously-”

But Reki was far too stubborn and ridiculously determined to make things right. Logically, he knew that Langa didn’t care. How would Reki have known today was his birthday? Not his fault! But that didn’t matter. Not to Reki. Not when Langa, who was so far from home, who made Reki’s world a little more colorful and bright and… no. He had to. He couldn’t go to sleep in peace tonight knowing he hadn’t done something for Langa.

Reki kicked off onto his skateboard and turned around, “Keep your phone on ring tonight, ok? Cause I’m gonna call you later! Don’t forget!” with a wave, he kicked off. Chucking the last pieces of his bread into the duck pond.

Langa watched Reki skate off, then turned with a sign. Back to the pond as the ducks happily descended upon the discarded piece of bread. A small smile grew on his face. As color rose to his cheeks. He shook his head and threw his last piece of bread too before heading home.

“JOE! I NEED-Oh,” Reki stood at the door he opened (without knocking mind you). Eyes wide as he stared at Joe and Cherry. Joe with his arms around Cherry’s waist and Cherry’s gripping Joe’s shirt as the two stared back at him. Lips red. Cheeks flushed. “I. Can’t you do that at home?”

“Kid can’t you knock ?” Joe laughed. But there’s no real heat to his words.

Cherry on the other hand gripped Joe’s collar harder before pushing him back. “You said the door was locked, you beefhead!”

“I said I thought it was locked.” Joe’s laughter grew louder even as Cherry gripped him up ready to throttle him.

It’s not like Reki was surprised to see Joe and Cherry mid make out… he always wondered. But to actually see that happen in real time-he cleared his throat. Cheeks still hot. Willing his mind to not take that one step further considering what if that were him and Lan-

“I’m sorry! Next time I’ll knock.”

“There won’t be a next time!” Cherry howled.

“Yeah ok,” Joe rolled his eyes. His arms wrapped around Cherry’s waist. With a tug, he turned him back into his arms and rested his chin rather boldly on to his shoulder. “We’re not exactly subtle. It was about time someone found out about us. Reki,” Reki jumped to attention, clutching his skateboard. Joe grinned, “Whatcha need, kid?”

“Too close!” Cherry growled, attempting to break free at the same time as Reki responded, “Uh… right! Right! Today’s Langa’s birthday. So I wanted to ask a favor!”

“Oh?” Joe said. “What’s the favor?”

“I was wondering if we could like. I dunno. Make him a cake! And, uh-have everyone come by! Shadow and Miya and Oka… just everyone!”

“That’s pretty last minute. Your breath is gross. Stop breathing on me, Joe!” Cherry pushed Joe’s face away who only laughed and held him tighter. He huffed, seeming to give up on breaking free from Joe’s hold anytime soon. Reki held back the urge to laugh because Cherry’s temper was foul and Reki did not want to be at the receiving end of that anytime soon. No that could 100% go to Joe.

“I don’t think it’s impossible,” Joe said. “But the cake’s gonna take a few hours. Less, if I have some help.”

“I’ll help!” Reki was already setting down his skateboard by a plant and rolling up his sleeves. “I’m pretty good around the kitchen. Just tell me what I need to do.”

“Loving the enthusiasm. Cherry, be useful and text Clowny, Shortstack, and Oka, yeah?”

“Who do you think you are bossing me around, huh?”

“You’re so cheeky you know that? Would it kill ya to just listen to your elders.”

“We’re the same age!”

“I’m bigger-”

“Ok!” Reki jumped in. “Party. Langa’s birthday. FOCUS!”

Joe detached himself from Cherry-much to Cherry’s visible appreciation and Reki’s well… he’s just happy this is working out better than anticipated. Joe made moves towards the kitchen and told Reki to follow him while Cherry grumbled, pulling out his cell phone to make the necessary calls.

It was a very last minute plan. And by pure luck alone was Reki able to get the gears going. His heart raced, imagining the end goal. The restaurant filled with Langa’s friends and the cake and maybe they could get some juice! Reki could make a playlist while they baked. And Langa. He hoped he could see Langa smile.

The thought made Reki’s heart squeeze as he slipped into the apron Joe handed him.

“Alright kid,” Joe smirked, tying the knot for his apron behind his back. “Let’s get to baking.

“And… finished!” Reki wiped the imaginary sweat from his brow as he placed the icing down. The words, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANGA!!!, were neatly drawn onto the cake in light blue icing. It had taken all but 30 minutes and complete concentration but Reki was nothing if not a perfectionist.

“Looks good, kid.” Joe leaned over to inspect the cake. Baking it took about an hour. Decorating it another forty five minutes or so. Meanwhile, Shadow, Miya, and Oka had arrived with some decorations. Shadow refused to have a birthday party that did not have a banner, streamers, or some sort of fun confetti.

“You can bake, slime?” Miya had asked when he popped his head back into the kitchen to see what was happening. “I thought you were just a skatehead. Who would have thought you could do more than one trick, slime.”

“Slime this, slime that, but when everyone gets a slice of cake but you, we'll see who the slime is then!” Miya only laughed.

What mattered was that the cake was finished. He pulled out his phone to check the time and saw that he had two missed texts from Langa. One was a photo his mom took of him in a party hat eating cake with his same absentmindedly pleased expression. The next was a text from about ten minutes ago: rdy whenever for whatever u have planned.

Reki zoomed in on the photo of Langa eating cake, a goofy smile curling onto his lips.

Joe peeked at the smile. Untying his apron, humming. “You got it bad, kid.”

“I!” Reki started, his cheeks coloring to nearly the same shade as red as his hair before deflating. His smile is not so goofy but warm, complacent. “Yeah. Yeah I do.” No use fighting what was, to Reki at this point, inevitable.

He’d been this way ever since he saw Langa fly amongst the fireworks.

Joe smiled in sympathy, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “I get it. You gonna tell him tonight?”

“Uh… I, dunno?” his eyebrows furrowed. “I hadn’t really thought about telling him… at all really.” He thought about what would happen if Langa didn’t feel the same way. If their closeness was just a matter of sharing a secret, born from forced proximity, and nothing more. He liked their friendship. Loved it.

Wanted to protect it and cherish it till the day he died. Langa was his best friend. He finally had someone he could share what he loved with. And never had Langa made him feel silly for being so excited over skateboarding. He embraced it all-his theoretical jabber, his hype over nailing a move, his joy over building and designing a skateboard. All the things he desperately wished to share with someone, Langa took it all without question and gave back all the same.

How could he not develop feelings? It still didn’t make much sense to him. He’s never really liked someone romantically before-especially not this strongly. And never a guy. But Langa was… Langa. And that conclusion was so simple and settled so firmly in Reki’s heart, there couldn’t be any other answer.

But he’d rather eat dirt than lose Langa and his friendship over unreciprocated feelings.

Joe seemed to read the confusion and warring feelings on Reki’s face. Because he ruffled his hair again and gave it a good pat before heading back towards the front of the restaurant. “No worries. You don’t gotta rush it. If it’s meant to be, it’ll be.”

As Joe’s about to leave, Reki stops him. Text message thread with Langa still opened because he hadn’t finished replying yet. “You and Cherry. How did you-Did you confess?”

Joe folded his arms and got lost in thought for a few minutes, “I think so? It was kinda messy. We were arguing one second, calling each other names, and then the next minute we were kissing.” he opened his eyes and grinned, “Pretty on brand for us though. I’d recommend not arguing with Snow before you confess.”

Reki snorted, “Yeah… ok.” he looked back at his phone and fired off a text.

b there soon! keep the hat on :P

“Wow you actually wore the hat.”

Langa’s eyes shot upward. He poked the point of his hat while Reki snickered. “You told me to.” he said with a frown.

“Haha, I know! I know. It looks good,” picking up Langa was quick and easy. Langa’s mom was near tears when Reki popped up at the door to take Langa out for a surprise.

“Langa you’re growing up faster than your mother can keep up!!!” she pressed her tear stained cheeks against Langa, who had a tiny blush on his cheeks despite his near vacant expression.

They took their boards to the streets after that was the only way to go around. And were walking up to the front steps of the restaurant now. Reiki’s heart rate kept escalating with each past second. Sudden doubt washed over him. What if this was lame? Or Langa didn’t like it? Maybe he shouldn’t have brought everyone together and they should have just skated off to see the sunrise or something. Or maybe he should have-

“You ok, Reki?”

Then Reki took one look at Langa. Blue party hat and all. Looking concerned with the way his lips pulled into a frown and his eyebrows knitted together. Reki’s heart burst, but for completely different reasons now.

“I’m great,” Reki smiled brilliantly. All his nervous energy gone and replaced with giddy excitement. “Here, no peeking.” He stepped up behind Langa, covering his eyes with his headband. “Don’t take it off until I say so!”

Langa gave him two thumbs up.

With a nod, Reki pushed open the door and gave everyone a finger to the lips to be quiet. His heart kept pounding, because the restaurant looked really good. The decorations were simple, with some candles and lights strewn. Balloons blown up and a giant banner that said “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SNOW!” with the yeti from Langa’s board painted crudely on it. How they managed to do that in such a short time, Reki couldn’t even wrap his head around. But it looked good. And there was this indescribable pool of warm curling at the bottom of his stomach. He hoped Langa liked it. No, he hoped Langa would love it.

“Okay… and… go!” Reki pulled off his headband and took a step back.

“Happy birthday, Langa!” everyone cried out. Standing around the table that was set with Langa’s birthday cake on it.

Reki threw an arm around Langa’s shoulder, and grinned. Electric and vibrant. “Hehe! Surprise!”

Langa didn’t say anything for a minute and in that minute Reki thought he was going to go through the several stages of grief and depression all at once. But then Langa smiled. It was brilliant. His eyes widened in the same way they did when he flew in the sky, or landed a move. He turned to Reki, eyes still wrought with surprise.

“You did all this… for me?”

“Of course! Is that even a question?”

“Slime got us all together so we could celebrate,” Miya said, cat’s smile in place.

“Now why didn’t you tell us sooner your birthday was today, Snow? You really that far out in outer space you can’t remember what’s down below!” Shadow asked.

Joe snorted, “Snow’s got nothing on the brain but skating and food. I’m not surprised.”

“Not to rush the moment but I’m starving. Joe, start serving the food like you’re supposed to.” Cherry said.

“Huh? Is this your birthday party now? Are you in charge here? Is this your restaurant?”

While the two started going at it Oka went ahead and lit up the cake. “Come over and blow out your candles while those two flirt it out.”

“We’re not flirting!” Cherry yelled at the same time as Joe said, “This is not how we flirt-” which was a lie.

Langa seemed overwhelmed. In a good way? Reki hoped. But he walked over to the cake and they all sang happy birthday off key and not a lick of tune to be found. Langa laughed and blew out his candles. Reki took 300 photos alone of the blowing, the cutting, and the eating of cake.

The night went on with the adults busting out the drinks and the kids having juice! Sparkling juice, because it was a fancy affair and such matters called for such things. Of course. Reki kept looking at Langa to gauge his expression. He was happily eating cake while Miya was showing him a new mobile game he was into.

“You can make food?”

“Out of everything I told you, that’s what sticks out?”

“I think it’s cool…”

Reki laughed behind his glass, sitting off by the bar while he watched. This felt right. And good. And it was wild how in just a few months his whole life had changed since Langa entered it. He wondered if Langa felt the same. That their lives had turned completely upside down in such a short amount of time. Now here they were, hanging out in a restaurant after hours with people who Reki may not have ever gotten to know if things had panned out differently.

“Reki.”

Reki looked up from his glass. Langa was staring down at him, face blank. “Sup? Having fun?”

Langa nodded, “Yeah. I was going to step outside for a bit of air. Wanna come with?”

“Yeah sure!” Reki put his glass down and the two headed outside. They sat down on the steps of Joe’s restaurant. Shoulder to shoulder. Knee to knee. The streets were quiet. Not many people were out and about. But through the door Reki could hear the makeshift sounds of their friends chatting and distinctively, Cherry’s yelling (most definitely annoyed at Joe).

“You okay?” Reki asked after a few minutes of silence.

Langa hummed. “Yeah. I’m okay. It’s… a lot. But good. I’ve never spent a birthday with so many people before. So this is, new.”

“Yeah? Well I’m glad you could get to experience something new! And that it was good. Everyone jumped in ready to go once I told them it was your birthday.” Reki put his head in his arms resting on his knees, smiling softly up at Langa. “You’re really loved.” he said quietly.

Saying that word out loud didn’t really hit, and probably wouldn’t hit for Reki, until much later. But something shifted in Langa’s eyes. Something bright, and before Reki could ask Langa had moved forward. Dipped his head down so their lips brushed just a measure.

Reki gasped into the kiss. His eyes wide. Langa pulled back, his cheeks burning with the same vibrant intensity as Reki’s.

“Thank you.” Langa said softly, in English. He wrapped his arms around Reki, hugging him close.

Reki forgot how to breathe in that moment. Forgot what it was like to see stars in the sky when all the stars had conglomerated in his vision. Dousing Langa with such bright light, he was nearly supernova. Reki moved on impulse. Gripping tightly onto the back of Langa’s shirt. Holding him for all he was worth and then more.

“Anytime.” Reki whispered fiercely. “ Anything for you.”

They pulled back, but only slightly. Never fully dislodging from the embrace. Reki brushed back some hair from Langa’s face. “The hat looks good on you,” he said cheekily, poking the tip of the hat.

Langa huffed, “It’s just a hat.”

“Yeah, but you look cute.” Reki smiled even more at the smile that got him. Then, because the little barrier between them was dissolved, Reki slipped in for another kiss. A few more kisses. Several pecks, at the most. “Happy birthday, Langa.” he whispered after they parted.

Langa pressed their forehead together, smiling softly. “Yeah. Thank you.”

#renga #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #langa hasegawa #reki kyan #my fics

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forkanna · 3 years ago

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After a few fluffy pleasantries were exchanged, some cutesy things for their new fans, Rise bid her lady love farewell and went back to class. The rest of the day, she doodled in her notebook a few thoughts about the situation, trying to make sense of everything that happened. All in all, she was more or less satisfied with the results, even though she desperately regretted that they had to arrive there through such a rocky avenue.

Once she stepped outside, she barely had enough time to start fishing in her bag for an umbrella before one appeared over her head, blotting out the rain. She looked over to see Ai smiling serenely down at her.

"Awwwww," a chorus of girls from nearby cooed as the two headed off toward Inaba together. The boys around them mostly just looked confused.

Walking in silence with her arm hooked through Ebihara's was the nicest thing she had felt in a long time. If only it would last… but Rise knew better. Being right didn't make it any less hard to take.

"Let go of me," Ai growled when they were alone.

"Aww, c'mon," she purred in an unctuous voice, only tightening her hold on that arm. "We still make an adorable couple. And you know this still feels good."

"I ought to punch your lights out for what you did to me today. How could you out me in front of that whole crowd? Again?"

"What?! I didn't! In fact, I specifically saved you from being outed — they were going to lynch you, and somebody would have knocked your towel off!"

"That isn't- do you really expect me to believe that's the reason you did all that?"

It was, actually. "Of course not. Not all of it, not the only reason. But it's why I sped things up and jumped in when I did. I didn't want…"

Ai let out a bone-weary sigh. "Fine. Doesn't matter, the damage is done. Thank you very much, you cunt."

"Oooh, ouch." They were both quiet for a minute. "What do you mean, I outed you again? I didn't even out you on purpose the first time, and I specifically stopped anybody from finding out this time. Kind of self-destructed my career to do it."

"Oh please, your career was going nowhere. This isn't going to change that. And I didn't mean outing me as trans; I meant outing me as bisexual."

"What? Oh… well I did it to myself, too. You didn't leave me any choice! Do you not remember the part where I begged you to just let me walk away?"

"That's not the point! You made that choice, just like you made the last choice! It was all you! How do you not see why I'm pissed at you for taking away all my options?!"

"FINE!" When that word echoed off the nearby buildings, they both ducked their heads and tried to do a better job of keeping their voices down. "Fine. I'm a huge moron, I do everything wrong, I just mess everything up for poor you."

Ai snorted. "If you're waiting for me to disagree with you, you're going to have a long wait."

"But now you're stuck with me. At least for a little while. Maybe in a week or two, we can stage some big breakup — one where you're wearing all your clothes, and you could get away from me, and spend the rest of your life thinking I'm the worst person on Earth. But until then, it's me and you, so you're just going to have to make the best of it."

This silence was a lot longer. Both of them resented each other, and resented that they still cared about each other despite the damage they were causing. It wasn't until they were walking past the Shiroku store that Ai suddenly seemed to find her voice.

"Crappy as you're being toward me… I have to admit, I'm impressed. You got really conniving in that locker room."

"Yeah, well, you didn't leave me much choice," Rise sighed as she watched the clouds for a moment. "I can't let you run me out of my own hometown, or destroy my whole career. And making life miserable at school was just really getting old."

"Oh." When Rise turned to look at her, Ai shrugged. "Sorry. I don't know how, but I forgot this is your hometown. Probably because you were too busy slutting it up all over Japan to come back until last year."

"Oh yeah, slutting it up. The total virgin."

"You are not. I don't buy that at all; I never really did."

"Oh well," she sighed with a shrug. "Guess you'll never find out now, since you hate me so much."

"Oh yeah? Wait…" Ai brought them to a stop in the middle of the street, near the old Tatsuhime Shrine. "Did you think… I was going to stick my dick in you?"

Rise winced. Hard. She felt an odd chill run through the back of her knees at the directness of the language. "Do you have to be so vulgar? I mean, wow, you could use a little tact!"

"You did. You thought we would be each other's firsts. Awww, that's so cute!"

"Hey, I did not think that far ahead! And I always thought Yu-kun would be… my…"

That one still hit them both hard enough that the ire faded immediately. Seemed that despite all their best intentions to move on with life, they were still two women who carried a torch for a boy that had always been bound for greener pastures once his parents returned from overseas.

"That… can be what you give me."

"What?"

Ai turned to look at her coldly, directly. "Give me Narukami-kun."

"EXCUSE ME?!" she burst out, eyebrows shooting sky high. In the corner of her vision, she saw a little fox wearing some kind of bandana start and rush into the bushes. "Are you crazy? You think I'm just going to-"

"It's really simple. You and I take care of this breakup thing. Then, once I graduate, I'll chase after Narukami; we'll go to the same college. It'll be perfect. You're a year younger, you can't even try the same thing. And if you give me that… I'll consider us square. I will actually forgive you for trying to out me the first time, and for whatever the hell just happened in the locker room. Totally square on all fronts."

Rise couldn't even form a response. That was crazy. No, it was more than that. "Are you that disgusting?"

"What now?" Ai fired up. "Disgusting?!"

"Yeah! For thinking you can just say that Yu-kun is yours without even asking him!"

"God, you're such a goody-goody," she groaned with a huge roll of her eyes. "I meant, you will take yourself out of the running. Obviously I won't want to hang onto him if he's not interested anymore! But if it's between you and me for him, which it was looking like before…"

"Then you're the one, because I'm off the list." Sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose while Ai smirked triumphantly. "That isn't… I mean, I can't really agree to that. If he comes after me, I'm going to let him. He deserves to be happy. But…"

"But?" she asked swiftly.

"But I will not chase him anymore. That is the best I can promise."

"You'll… really do it? Wow, I thought you had more fight in you."

"Oh, you have no idea," she grunted, and Ai snorted. "But I also know I really messed up. You won't believe me that it was an accident; okay, I can't help that. But I still should do what's right and try to make it up to you."

The prissy girl pursed her lips as she shook her head. "You always sound like you're in front of a fucking camera." But when Rise just shrugged and looked down at the ground, she didn't follow it up with another snide comment. Just started walking again in silence.

They made it all the way to Rise's before they seemed to realise what they were doing. Ai cleared her throat as she led them up to the door. And she couldn't resist. "What, were you waiting for a goodnight kiss?"

"For your adoring public? Pass." Then she sighed. "I was trying not to let you get rained on. Hurry up."

"Okay." Though she did hesitate. So many things she wanted to say… but now wasn't the time. As defeated as she felt, she had to convince herself that there would be more chances to patch things up if she didn't foul this one up by pushing. "Thanks."

"Yeah, whatever. Go."

And that was that. Except Rise knew, deep down, it wasn't. They would have more chances to do something besides snipe at each other ceaselessly. It was all she had to hang onto for now.

~ o ~

"So wait… I don't get it."

"Neither do I," Rise sighed into the phone as she sorted through her clothes. "But like, do you mean you don't get it at all? Because I can explain it again if you need-"

"No, no, let me try." Chie's tinny voice took a deep breath. "You basically forced him to play a big game of chicken. Either he cops to the fact that you two have been screwing with each other, and he's been playing all these shitty pranks, or he has to spend time with you and like, you can maybe patch things up?"

"Youuuu got it. Oh — this one's cute, I forgot about this." She hung the garment over the closet door.

"Man, that is twisted. But he really said that if you back off Narukami he would forgive you?"

"She did."

"And you believe him?"

That pronoun thing was really starting to get on her nerves. "Chie… can you do me a big favour? Stop calling her 'him'."

"What? But… you told us he's a guy under all that makeup."

"It's disrespectful. She wants to be seen as a girl."

"Well… maybe he shouldn't be a dick to you. That kinda goes with the dick he has in-"

"Chie…" Rise wasn't even entirely sure why her blood was boiling over this so much. Especially when it wasn't like Ai had been entirely respectful to her. But she did know that she couldn't focus on the topic of discussion if she had to keep mentally correcting Chie.

"Okay, okay, geeze. It's not like I meant anything by it."

"I know. Just try? Pretty please?" Rise cleared her throat. "Anyway, yeah, I do believe her. But I'm not stupid. I know this could just be some kind of trick to one-up me again. Like, she still sees it all as a big game to win, and… I don't like it but I can't stop her."

"Right. So he's- she's willing to blow your friendship to kingdom come, and for what? The win? Bragging rights? That's so… depressing."

"She really thinks we hurt her. On purpose. And the more I think about it, the more I get it."

"Well, I don't! We were supposed to be her friends!"

"Her friends have betrayed her before. Back in her old school, they all said she was a gross pig, and disgusting, and… and all that other stuff. And here we act like we'll be her friends, but the minute we find out she's a little different, what do we do?"

There was an annoying groan on the other end of the line, preceding a sigh. And then… "We blabbed it all over school. You're right, I'm… we all sucked. But doesn't he know it was an accident by now? You told him, right?"

"Told her, yeah."

"Fuck. But yeah, so like, what more does h- she want from us? To make a public apology during the morning announcements?"

"Well…" Rise dropped the capris in her hands. "Whoa. Actually, that might be a great idea."

"HUH?! H-hey, come on, I was just messing around! I couldn't do that, you know how I get stage fright!"

"No, no, listen. Not what you said exactly, but… I think you and the others could apologise to her. I have, and that's important since the whole thing is my fault for blabbing in the first place. But I think if we all told her we were sorry for spreading it around…"

Chie didn't answer right away. Rise had enough time to put half of her clothes away before she breathed, "Okay… I don't like it, because it still feels like I didn't do anything wrong. But seeing how it turned out kinda does say otherwise, doesn't it?"

"A little bit."

"Yeah. Copy that, I'm… me and Yukiko are in. I'm sure she would have done it without even putting up a fight. And I can call Yosuke and bully him into agreeing."

"Thanks," Rise laughed as she flopped down on her bed. "Now… what do I wear on my date?"

"Yeah, I dunno. Wait — your what?!"

~ o ~

Her date. With Ai Ebihara.

Now that the entire school was gossiping about how two of its prettiest girls were dating each other instead of the most eligible bachelors at Yasogami High, it was put up or shut up time. Which meant they had to be a couple as visibly as possible or be exposed as a sham. They had thought about simply being cutesy around school, but that could have the unpleasant side effect of getting them in trouble with the staff; they frowned upon public displays of affection. So they settled upon a little flirting and winking in the hallways, and going out to Aiya afterward.

Which was all Ai would talk about on the phone. No deep reflections on how they had hurt each other, no attempts to patch things up; just business. Which was funny, considering their "business" was pretending to patch things up. What a disaster. But Rise tried not to let it get to her; there would be plenty of time to improve this situation if she paid attention for opportunities.

Flirting and winking was easy, because it was brief. They both had some experience with acting; Rise professionally, and Ai in terms of learning a completely new set of outward responses and behaviours. That was another realisation she came to with all that free time apart from Ai. How hard must it be to learn how to be a boy all your life, then realise you aren't one, and have to start over from scratch? She had been about a dozen years behind the other girls her age at that point. No wonder she spent so much time poring over fashion magazines, exhibiting typical bitchy queen behaviour. She had to cram a lot into six short years.

"Well, are you ready, girl?" Ai said with a convincingly enraptured smile.

"Mmhmm!" Bounding over, she wrapped both arms around one of hers. Clinging. That was going to be her thing; since Ai was taller, she would be the 'girl', right? "Let's go! I'm starving!"

Once they were out of earshot of the students, Ai whispered, "Why are you hanging off me like this?"

"Because it's cuuuuuute," she cooed, making the taller girl snort. "And they expect me to be the cute one. I'm Risette, it's my whole thing; if I weren't, they would probably figure out something is up."

"Oh, you had a legit answer. Didn't expect that." Then she shrugged. "I guess that works. It's just… nah. Forget it."

"Oh, don't get all shy now, Ebi-chan!" When she poked her in the stomach, Ai looked so offended that she couldn't help laughing. "No, really. What's up?"

"No, I… I'm just… I know you don't care, but this is bad for my dysphoria."

"Dyswhat?"

Her eyelid twitched in annoyance. "Gender dysphoria. It means… like… you know how euphoria means you feel really good?" Rise nodded. "Dysphoria is the opposite. And in terms of gender, like, it means I'm uncomfortable because…"

Ai was really and truly struggling. So she might as well give it a shot. "Because… your gender isn't right?"

"NO. That's the opposite of- forget it."

"Hey, I don't know this stuff. I don't know why you keep acting like I'm supposed to be- like, you. That's not fair."

"No, it's not. But it's not my job to educate you on all of it, either. Crack a book, go online? God, you have so many resources avail-"

"And you are one of them. I'm asking because I want to understand better! Really! Clearly I screwed up bad so I… do you want me not to screw up anymore, or what?"

That seemed to take Ai by surprise. She blinked a few times before shaking her head. "Wow. Spoiled as ever. You should still try to learn this shit on your own, too, but… I guess… I am a little impressed."

"You said you felt this badness because I'm hanging off your arm, right? I don't get it. I mean, is it because it makes your boy-parts uncomfortable?"

"They're not-" Another deep, cleansing breath. Was she really being that much of a pain in the ass? "Okay, I'll walk you through this, princess. You're hanging off my arm like you would for a guy. But I'm not a guy — and I've literally spent thousands of dollars and years of my life trying not to be seen as one. So when you treat me like one, anyway…"

A crease marred her perfect brow. "Oh. It… gives you the big feel-bad. I see."

And she let go right away. Rise felt even more alone now, walking next to Ai, than she had over their days of total silence. Even now, she was still screwing up. She wasn't wanted by the person she found herself most wanting to be with. If that wasn't the lowest feeling in the world, it was definitely in the running.

"There you go."

"What?"

"There." Ai was pointing at her. "The way you look right now? Probably feel like garbage? That's it — that's how I felt all day when people were spreading the rumour around, how I felt back before my transition began. Like I'd rather walk into traffic than have to keep feeling that way. Maybe it's not quite that terrible for you but at least it gives you an idea."

"Oh." By now, her eyes were watering, but she told herself this wasn't the time for a pity party. She had to take care of Ai if she wanted to show her she was really listening, not just making nice for the sake of moving past the painful retaliation. "S-so I shouldn't… grab your arm. Or do other things that make you feel like the 'boyfriend'? But I don't… know how to… what e-else I'm…"

"Spare me the tears," Ai said — but at least this time, she just sounded defeated instead of angry or disgusted. "Just say what you mean, like an adult."

"Fine! Then I don't know how to be your girlfriend, because all I know how to do are girlfriend things! What, am I supposed to be the boy? I have NO IDEA HOW! Should I get a driver's license so I can chauffeur you around?! Buy you a really, really late White Day present?! I… I'm not good at that, I'm just going to screw it up, and you already think all I do is screw up! So can't you just tell me what to do already if I'm such a failure?!"

By that point, there were definitely more than a few people standing on the sidewalks, staring at the two of them. Rise knew it was her own fault; she had lost control of her emotions. The frustration was manageable most of the time but her patience and resolve weren't infinite. The look on Ai's face was one of abject horror, mingling with confusion. But little by little…

She began to smile. Then laugh — not much, just a chuckle or two. "Oh my God, that was a lot."

"Tell me," Rise said in a softer whisper.

"Fine. The real answer is 'neither of us is the boy', but I don't think you'll like that one. So…" She shrugged and started walking again, Rise hurrying to fall into step next to her. "Just do what you want to do for a friend. But for me. And say something cutesy and girlfriend-y; that part is fine. I would want you to act like the girlfriend, anyway, since you are a girl. I just don't want to be treated like a boy."

"But that's so complicated!" she burst out in frustration.

"Yeah," Ai admitted with a long sigh, eyes downcast. "Everything is. You… really complicated my life. I was hoping I could just marry Narukami, finish my surgeries and so on, and maybe life would fall into place. And here comes Risette to throw a wrench in the works."

That left her quiet for a moment. Then a small smile formed on her lips. "Along comes Risette? Meaning… you aren't completely done with me yet?"

"Tch. Clearly I'm not now that you blackmailed me into this relationship."

"Hmmm, you mean like you tried to blackmail me into outing you?" She examined her nails as they reached Inaba proper, turning down the street toward the diner. "Which I figured out, by the way."

Ai blinked a few times. "You did? What do you mean, you 'figured it out'?"

"Your motive. Guess I'm not as dumb as I look."

"What motive?" But instead of answering, Rise merely skipped ahead a few steps, turned to walk backward, and stuck her tongue out at her. "Hey! What the hell are you talking about?! JERK! You are the WORST!"

To Be Continued…

#we'll face ourselves #saphir de lune #forkanna writes #persona 4 fanfiction #p4 fanfic #jess the writer

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quixotic-dragon · 4 years ago

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Kokichi Oma’s Crocodile Tears (MAJOR DRV3 SPOILERS)

Ah, good ol’ Kokichi Oma. The Ultimate Little Shit- and a controversial little shit at that! I’ve recently played v3, and Kokichi is the one character who always seems to be on my mind (aside from my fav, Keebo, of course) because he’s such a mystery. We never get to know what’s going on in his head, at least not openly, and many players are led to assume that he is a malicious troublemaker, or even an outright sadist.

I’m going to take a moment to analyze Kokichi specifically during that infamous scene at the end of Chapter 4 because that is all that’s been on my mind as of late.

Underneath the Keep reading, there WILL be major spoilers for the entirety of v3. There will also be a very long essay, but I will do my best to break it up so it is easier to read. Read at your own risk.

So without further ado, here is my analysis of and my thoughts on Kokichi, his actions, and his character circa Chapter 4:

INITIAL REACTION:

Before I go into how I feel about Kokichi now, I’m going to have a discussion about my thoughts on him while this scene was playing out. (I know my exact feelings because I was liveposting in a discord server as I played, haha)

At this point in the game, the player does not yet know that Kokichi is not the true mastermind, nor do they understand what Kokichi means by “winning” the game.

I had personally been spoiled of who the v3 mastermind was (thanks a lot danganronpa wiki), so I recognized that Kokichi wasn’t the mastermind, however I did not recognize that he was trying to win the killing game via unconventional methods. So from my point of view, Kokichi had just intentionally murdered Gonta (and Miu) just to increase his chances of winning and had the nerve to shed fake tears over it. I was furious! (behold, my fury!)

Kokichi sobs over Gonta’s death, and I interpreted this as entirely fake tears. One of my friends suggested, “i feel like there was a difference between like his / crocodile tears and this.”

I was enraged at this suggestion and stood beside my initial reaction because I felt that there were no signs that Kokichi never cared for Gonta as anything more than an asset, so I could not trust Kokichi to have any real remorse for his death with such a manipulative relationship having existed. (Massive disclaimer that this is my interpretation of their relationship; if you have a different interpretation, that is totally fine and valid!)

At this point, I considered why Kokichi might be crying so intensely even if it was an act, and came to the conclusion that if there was any sort of truth in those tears that Kokichi would be upset for a different reason than Gonta. He would be upset because he was truly alone. Not a single living person wanted to spare him the time of day besides Gonta. And now that Gonta is dead, nobody wants Kokichi. Even though I was fully convinced he was a sadistic, evil bastard at this point, I still figured that he must’ve felt some sort of sudden and crippling loneliness realizing that the only person who cared about him in the slightest was dead.

This interpretation of Kokichi I had really didn’t change much until after I had finished the entire game and stopped to think about Kokichi a bit more; his heartfelt final words to Kaito felt like lies to convince him to play along (blackmailing Maki certainly didn’t help with that much either), and his whole trick felt less like him trying to help and more like him just trying to cause chaos for the hell of it in my mind.

So, in conclusion, my initial reaction to the Kokichi scene? I thought Kokichi was a heartless bastard whose only remorse could be crippling loneliness. Although my initial analysis while I was still playing was quite interesting, I have some different opinions on it now that I’ve taken a step back and viewed the game as a whole.

KOKICHI ONLY WANTS YOU TO THINK HE’S EVIL:

Surprise! Kokichi isn’t a sadistic fuck! Crazy right?

Well, not really if you’ve watched/read any Kokichi analysis ever. However, Kokichi’s act seems to be a common thing that many casual players of v3 fall for. I certainly fell for it when I played, as you saw above!

It isn’t until far later in the game that it is revealed that Kokichi is the “supreme leader” of a pacifist prankster club (DICE), and it isn’t revealed until the end of Chapter 5 that Kokichi actually had good intentions in setting up his mastermind persona (although, as seen above, those good intentions are still very easily interpreted in a bad light).

So why does he bother to so obviously cry wolf at Gonta’s death just to double back on his persona ten-fold as soon as he’s called out on it? Because he’s just trying to sell his mastermind persona, not only to the other characters and the mastermind, but to the player themself. This is intended by both Kokichi and the writers themselves, made obvious by the fact that we get no real evidence of Kokichi being a benevolent person until long after this scene. (There are many moments in earlier chapters where Kokichi is trying to be helpful to the group or to a specific character, however every time he attempts this, it is painted in a negative light because he is either going against the protagonist’s will or achieving things in a more underhanded manner via lies or provocation).

When I saw Kokichi crying for Gonta, my first thoughts were, “I am going to THROTTLE this fucking BASTARD.” Because even if those tears were real, Kokichi was still the one fully responsible for Gonta��s death, so I felt that he had no right to shed tears over it. If it weren’t for Kokichi’s crying during this scene, I would have been very suspicious of how suddenly his evil villain act amped up. If he hadn’t shed tears that were so obviously fake, I would not have been nearly as enraged with him, and therefore not nearly as willing to just accept the fact: “Well. Guess he’s evil now.”

Whereas I would’ve chalked the scene without crying to bad writing, the viewers of the killing game, and by extent the mastermind, would garner suspicion towards his actions. Although Kokichi was not aware that Keebo had direct contact with the outside world, he was very aware that the killing game had to have been broadcasted to somewhere. He had to ensure that he was as convincing as possible; that meant no “bad writing” mistakes could be left anywhere.

I stand by what I said before in that Kokichi’s crying in this scene is just a bunch of crocodile tears. However, with new context and information surrounding the situation, they probably weren’t devoid of emotion. Kokichi only allowed himself to cry here in order to properly double back on his new mastermind persona, however, unlike what I believed before, he most likely did feel remorse at the deaths of Gonta and Miu. He just broke his last standing moral code: don’t murder people. And he broke it by indirectly causing the deaths of two people he may have considered to be his friends. That’s heavy stuff!

Kokichi is faking these reactions to the trial because he has to if he wants to deceive everybody. But... the best acting comes from the heart.

LONELINESS AND GUILT:

As I covered in my initial reaction to Kokichi’s breakdown, I felt as though he couldn’t possibly have any remorse for his actions, so he must have been devastated knowing that he would now be truly alone. This view was heavily influenced by Shuichi’s words after the trial... because they were true.

After Kokichi criticizes the group for coming to Kaito’s aid, Shuichi turns around and tells Kokichi that he is the pathetic one because he will always be alone. There are no lies to these words. Now that Gonta is dead, and now that Kokichi has gone so far into his persona, not a single person wants to even be near him.

Now that I’ve established that Kokichi’s actions post-trial were most definitely an act and not representative of his true feelings, we can discuss what his true feelings may have been. I come back to the idea of Kokichi fearing being alone because, hey! My past ignorant self was actually onto something!

The acknowledgement that Kokichi feels remorse for his actions just makes this situation even sadder for him; not only did he just indirectly murder two people and has to put up with the guilt of that, but now, nobody cares about him either. Not that anybody in the cast cared for him all that much in the first place (aside from Gonta), but Shuichi’s words to him here seal his fate as the permanent outcast and assigned villain of the group. He had already been struggling with loneliness throughout the beginning chapters of the game, and now Shuichi - the only person he finds truly trustworthy (according to his little whiteboard, at least) - is confirming to him that nobody wants him. Ouch.

I am personally led to believe that a large part of the reason that Kokichi ends up sacrificing himself in Chapter 5 has a lot to do with the broken feelings he would’ve had under the combined guilt of his actions and the crushing reality of loneliness.

Would Kokichi have offered to sacrifice himself anyways given the circumstances? Probably, yeah. However, the way he was so accepting of his death reminded me a lot of Kaede in Chapter 1; she couldn’t allow herself to take the First Blood Perk because she felt that she had to atone for her sins, or she could never live with herself. Kokichi seems, in the moment, to be more than willing to die, perhaps for the same reasons. Not only would be feel like he has to make up for the deaths he caused, but he would also feel like he had nothing left to live for, at least not within the academy anyway.

Or maybe he was just tired from the poison, not from life. But who’s to say? We can’t see inside of his head.

FINAL THOUGHTS / CONCLUSION:

OK, so some final thoughts before wrapping this up: Holy shit, Kokichi is an asshole.

Even knowing the emotional turmoil Kokichi must have been going through, it was still infuriating to see him treat Gonta so poorly in Trial 4. Perhaps it was just a part of his act as well? Regardless, it really just did not sit with me well. Under no circumstance should Kokichi be continulessly yelling at Gonta while he’s crying from the insults, for real. But hey, at least if it was just another act from Kokichi, then he can rest easy knowing he certainly had me fooled.

...

So, in my opinion, Kokichi’s infamous breakdown was entirely fabricated. He had to fake both his tears and his sadism in order to fully convince the world that he was a force of pure malice in order to get away with what he had planned. However, despite his apparent change in personality, he never really was sadistic, and may have even cared for the people around him till the very end.

That’s all I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #drv3 kokichi #kokichi ouma #kokichi #v3 spoilers #danganronpa spoilers #danganronpa v3 spoilers

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randbwrite · 4 years ago

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La Comtesse Chronicles Chapter 4 Part 1

Words: 1649

TW: None CW: Vampires

A bow went to Comtesse for her compliment made. There was certainly more to him than would meet the eye, as Cal had found out firsthand. Several times over, now, the two of them locked eyes and all of the questions burning bright in emerald eyes settled at last. Heh, for the moment. He could see a build up of new ones coming, something Cal almost never seemed to run out of. That and jokes.

Eyes widened as he tumbled off the rafter, only to have one of his hands stuck to a wooden support beam. Cringing as she heard him scream, she looked him over as he spoke.

<<Afraid killin' ya was a one-time deal, ma'am. You'll find me as harmless as a lamb. Oy, Derrick! Tell me you’re seeing this too? Even if you’re not, humor me. Please?>>

"Well then, suppose that means I can take you out of here alive. Now, let go." Her eyes flashed as she floated up to him, gently catching him in her arms. The power of persuasion was something all pure bloods had, though she rarely needed to use it. It was called for here, as he likely had no idea of how to use his powers. A laugh left her as she held onto him and began to slowly float down towards Derrick.

“Ah, so that’s his name. Glad to meet you, Derrick. Cal, my name is Rosaline Arcanum, though I suppose you know that already. I’m a pure blood vampire. It would appear that I accidentally sired you on the battlefield. Seems you are already exhibiting powers. Never seen anyone with the ability to hold onto things like that before. Suppose there’s a first for everything. Reminds me a bit of Spiderman. Suppose you might be at this point, minus the whole web shooting thing.”

Shoes clicked on the marble floor, yet she left him suspended in the air just about a foot above the floor. “Let’s take a look at you, shall we?” Eyes roved over his form before she tenderly touched his hand. Eyes glowed for a second and it flashed in her mind: more recent memories of what had been taking place.

Glancing at Derrick, she spoke quietly, “Thank you for keeping him alive. Rare to see someone know what to do with a newly turned vampire. Though, I imagine you know a fair bit more than first impressions give rise to.”

Turning her gaze back to Rapscallion, she sighed, “I’m going to lay this out for you. Apologies if it upsets you or makes you question your sanity any more than you already have. You were exposed to my blood on the battlefield. This is why you are still alive, as no normal mortal could have survived the injuries I gave you. The reason that I’m still alive is because of what I am. It’s almost impossible to kill one of my kind, though I have done it, and will again if it’s called for.

Vampires, both pure bloods, and lesser vampires, such as yourself, develop specific abilities. Yours seems to be grabbing onto things with just your skin, and…. The other is a bit difficult to discern. It’s hard to tell from your memories if it’s super speed or if you are teleporting, but either way, you are ending up places you shouldn’t be. Suppose you will figure it out eventually. One of the powers I possess is telekinesis, hence why I can float or fly, and is why you are still swimming in the air presently. I’m also a telepath, so I can basically get into your head and see what I want to… for the most part. I only saw the most recent things out of respect and to deal with things as quickly as possible.

Now, you, as a lesser vampire have a choice. You can start drinking blood to live, or you can wither away and die. You haven’t healed yet because you haven’t fed. The other choice you have here is whether you will leave this place with me. No harm will come to you if you decide to come live in my castle with me, though the residents probably aren’t too thrilled with this prospect. Or, you are welcome to stay here. You have till we get to what remains of the front doors to decide. And by the way, your friend can see this perfectly fine, just seems to not be phased by it from what I can tell.” Her laughter rang out and echoed through the space, the vaulted ceilings serving as the best acoustics.

B: Derrick:

Derrick watched, impassive through the fall, the nudge of mind and manipulation of matter, her explanation fitting with what he knew so far. What was of more interest was noting how Cal took it all. Had he not been supported via telekinesis, the red head would’ve needed to sit down. Or fallen, a second time. He’d flinched, a momentary tick of a muscle in his jaw the only tell, but Derrick knew. Involuntary touch had never been a kindness. It was this time, and he wished so badly to tell him that...however some things could only be learned through personal experience.

“So...I’m a superhero! Yahoooo that’s sweet!!”

Out of all the reactions one might’ve expected...that wasn’t on the list. Superhero? What was that? Cal had better not be pulling phrases from his hometown for 400 again. Yes, Derrick’s picked up a few. This must mean Cal’s survival mechanisms were back up and running again. That was good. They’d have to discuss the humane sourcing of human blood so he wouldn’t be internally freaking out all the while with that same silly smile on his face. Derrick had gotten good at seeing the small tells, but that didn’t mean he’d catch everything.

Rapscallion:

Spiderman?! How does she know about Spiderman!?? Too cool!!! There was definitely some internal happy dancing going on, external movement forgone for some deep thinking. The reference was kind of like a reboot, reviving the part of him that was the kid who always caused trouble, trying to bring about a laugh. And my but she had some beautiful laughter! He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard such lovely peals resounding in these blood-soaked halls.

Yeah, he’d focus on that and let the other stuff percolate for a sec. Testing out the extent of this hold seemed like a lotta fun too! He sat, finding it comfortable to hover in a kicked back position with one leg crossed over the other, fingers folded in his lap. Totally not trying to hide how they were trembling or anything. Fight or flight response; a difficult thing when it’s not actionable and can’t be switched off.

“Does that mean I’m an X-Men now? Ohhhh hey! You’re totally Professor X! Except way hotter. Hey, Derrick ol’ boy, don’t give me that look! You’ve gotta be thinking it too. Oh right, I forgot. You’d use words like, ‘Her elegance and pulchritude are unrivaled by anything my eyes have beheld before, or will hence.’ Am I right?”

Cal was lost to a laughing fit, great way to let off nervous energy, while Derrick raised an amused eyebrow...trying unsuccessfully to remain impassive.

“Just because some of us have class...”

“Who’re you calling uncivilized?”

“If the boot fits?”

“I’ll show you just where this boot fits, you overgrown Boy Scout!”

The banter between the two was that of old friends, though before now that would not have been a title they’d have flaunted. Which reminded him—before Derrick could get in another repartee, Cal was off with a question.

“Hold up hold up. You have got a lotta names, sweets. Is there one you prefer to go by? Also, do ya really mean it? I—,“ he swallowed thickly, a vulnerable expression no one had seen on Cal’s face since he was a lad...or sleeping, though Derrick would never speak of it...not quite being shuttered quickly enough to be missed. “I can go with you? You-you’re not going to leave me here?”

And he was back to the boy, remembering the day he’d first walked into the Citadel and discovering there was no way out. Not permanently. Would transforming into a kickass superhero by the supreme X-...er, Woman do the trick? Was she bluffing? Another overly confident royal who had it in their head they could defy the assassins? Derrick seemed to believe her, and that usually took some doing. Course he was also making gaga eyes at her, so his judgement might be suspect, but seeing as how Derrick had never looked at a woman that way...least far as Cal knew...maybe there was something real there. Not just another cruel joke.

It was a gamble, or seemed to be. But after the last week? Er...make that over a decade...it was one he was willing to take. Besides! “Shouldn’t let the big guy out of my sight anyway, always getting himself into trouble, he is.”

Technically that was true of both of them. Derrick sticking his neck out for people he shouldn’t, even those around the Citadel who refused to see him as a human being, and Cal, constantly stirring things up...for good or bad.

“How do you propose we get out of here? Nearest window? Need a bodyguard? I know I don’t look like much right now, and you can float an’ all, but there’s gonna be a whole passel of people ticked off you’ve invaded their home.”

The glance at Derrick revealed the man still didn’t look perturbed. Amused, yes. Pensive or concerned, not even the slightest. Okay, so...vampires, floaty people, an entire Citadel full of assassins, and nothing was bothering him? Sheesh, he’d like to know where the man found his chill. Again, vampires?!? Course, this one was really hot...

#cw: vampires #vampires #ikemen vampire #whump #whumpfic #dark fantasy #fanfiction #oc #derrick #rapscallion #comtesse #au #assassin

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mystyrust · 4 years ago

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Tricks and Treats - Ectober 2020 Day 4

Prompt: Darkness / Poison

Word Count: 1286 AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27255454

Additional Tags: Slight crack, Halloween, also kyle shows up!

It was no secret amongst the inhabitants of the ghost zones that on Halloween, the divide between the realms of the living and dead were thin. The ghosts could visit the land of the living, and for once, they wouldn’t be ushered away. In fact, if they were scary enough, they could even get free candy.

Danny knew this wasn’t the exact truth – in Amity Park, where the ectoplasmic concentration was higher than average, ghosts visited the land of the living all the time. But he was still extra vigilant for Halloween. Last time, he messed it up by summoning the Fright Knight. This time, it would take place during a new moon, when the night would be darkest and a ghost would be strongest. With living people in creepy costumes and cosplay, anything could go wrong.

“Hey, nice claws. They almost look real.”

“My, what sharp teeth you have!”

“That scythe looks dope! SO creepy.”

Luckily, Danny’s ghost sense could help him tell apart living people from dead ones. So he took it upon himself to patrol extra vigilantly on Halloween night, to protect the living people from the dead ones. Sam and Tucker were upset at first, but Tucker decided that it was possible to patrol and go trick or treating at the same time.

“Listen, guys. We’re still patrolling; we’re just taking candy breaks on the way! And besides, if we dress up for Halloween, we’ll blend right in!”

Danny found himself agreeing – he wouldn’t even have to pretend to be home after curfew if he told his parents he was trick or treating.

Halloween was Sam’s favorite holiday of the year – she loved all things occult, candy, and costumes. She always had the scariest costume of the three, but this year she opted for a more expensive cosplay.

“Holy crap your Mikasa Ackerman costume looks dope! Very on-brand for you, Sam,” Using the Manson Money™ that she rarely flaunted, Sam had purchased highly detailed props – Danny wouldn’t be surprised if the Vertical Maneuver Gear that was part of Sam’s look would actually work just like on the show. While Mikasa’s color scheme wasn’t as gothic as Sam would have liked, the character was moody and independent – just like Sam.

“Thanks Tucker! You really outdid yourself with your costume this year!” Tucker’s ‘costume’ wasn’t cosplay like Sam’s, but he was wearing an oversized suit that made him look taller than he really was, with fake arms attached. Tucker’s head was “held” by the suit’s fake arms, making it look like a decapitated person was walking around with their own head in their hands. The fake neck on top of Tucker’s suit still smelled like ketchup.

“Why aren’t you in costume yet, Danny?” The two friends had arrived at Danny’s house at the same time, waiting for him to finish changing so that they could go out “patrolling” the best candy routes together.

“I am now,”

Danny covered himself with a white sheet, with just two holes for eyes.

“I knew this would happen. Listen, I have a spare Ghostbuster’s costume at my house.”

“But Sam!” Danny protested. “If I need to go ghost, the sheet can hide my transformation!”

“That’s no excuse for poor effort on the best holiday of the year. You can still keep the sheet for if you need to go Phantom, but I’ll be damned if you don’t have fun as Fenton, too.”

The three made a detour to Sam’s house, with Tucker complaining that lost time was lost candy along the way. Luckily, they hadn’t lost much time – it wasn’t too dark yet, and the trick or treaters had only just started trickling into the neighborhoods.

“Trick or Treat! Smell my feet! Give me something good to eat!”

The three friends combed through the neighborhood, getting nearly full buckets and some prized candy bars along the way. At first, Tucker was worried that the houses would perceive them as “too old” for trick or treating – but once it was obvious that people much older than the trio were also out trick or treating, he began to relax and enjoy himself with the rest of his friends.

Danny, though he was enjoying himself, was too busy keeping his guard up. Especially now, when it was darker out. His core hummed with extra energy – he felt the extra power bubble underneath his skin, and stretched his senses out as far as he could. His hearing, his sight, his awareness, his ghost sense. Suddenly, he felt a chill crawl up his spine, just as he saw a group of trick or treaters walk by. Ghosts – they all were.

“Sorry guys, I’ll be right back.”

Danny unfolded the white sheet and covered himself, turning into his ghost form before turning invisible and flying out. Just as the suspicious group of Halloween goers turned the corner, Danny approached them from above.

“Fancy seeing you out here, in your not so fancy outfits.”

It was Ember, a couple others in lazy ghost blanket sheet costumes, and –

“Aw c’mon!”

“Youngblood?”

The child ghost was the same as he always looked, dressed up as a pirate.

“We weren’t planning to, but the kiddo really wanted to come out,” Ember responded.

“I promise I’m not gonna cause any trouble, I just really wanted to celebrate Halloween and get some candy!”

And that resonated with Danny, a little. He just wanted to enjoy himself, but he was on duty protecting all the humans from a threat they didn’t even know to look out for. And, by the looks of all the ghosts, a threat that probably wouldn’t manifest, at least tonight. Danny sighed.

“Look, if you promise not to cause any trouble for anyone – no damage, no ghost powers, no whatever – and you just do normal trick or treating like a human would, I suppose I can let you go.”

It had been a few months since he’d last won against Ember, Youngblood, Kitty, and Johnny 13. A few months since they’d bother to cause trouble for Danny. They weren’t so bad all the time, and once they reached an understanding, they went from evil to annoying at worst.

“Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou ghost boy!” Youngblood floated up to give Danny a hug.

“Remember! No ghost powers!”

“Oh right!” Youngblood floated down, giving Danny a hug around his legs.

Not all ghosts would be willing to reach an understanding, but Danny would maintain an alliance with the ones that did.

The ghosts returned to their trick or treating route; Danny should head back to Sam and Tucker, before –

“Hey, Fenton,” Danny hears a familiar nasally voice behind him.

“Hey…Kyle,”

“Dude, nice Halloween costume,” The lanky teen complimented. “Nice glowing aura effect. And the flying part! Totally jealous.”

Kyle wasn’t alone. He was with his younger brother – and Danny’s classmate – Wes Weston. They were both dressed as… Danny Phantom.

“We couldn’t figure out how to get the flying part down,”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Danny delivered a knowing smile at Wes, who glared in return.

“Kyle, he got ‘the flying part’ down because it’s not a trick. Because he’s actually a ghost, you know?!”

“What are you talking about? Everyone knows ghosts aren’t real.”

“Augh! He’s floating right in front of you!”

“He’s obviously using strong magnets to – oh, he’s gone,” Danny had turned invisible, to return back to his friends. While the Weston brothers amused him, he had enough of them for one night.

The town was ignorant of the ghosts that lurked alongside them. Sometimes that ignorance was bliss, like tonight on Halloween, where any ghost can pass as human. And sometimes, that ignorance was… willful. Maybe it’s for the best that no one believes either of the Westons.

#ectoberweek2020 #Danny Phantom #dp fanfic #Kyle Weston #day 4 #after 3 days of beating up danny #heres some slight crack

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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Hi! I was hoping if I could get a matchup if you don’t mind?

Okay, so my MBTI is INFP-T. My Ennegram is the Enthusiast. My love language is quality time.

If you were to ask my best friend what my best quality is, they would probably say it’s my kindness. But they would say my worst quality is how gullible I am.

What keeps me up at night is that everyone I love will leave me and that I will be left alone with no one to love me.

When someone makes me mad, I honestly bite my tongue because I hate confrontation, but my gut reaction would to start yelling at them and tell them off.

Five things that make me happy is family, writing, musicals, cute romantic things, and being able to make other people happy

The traits that I look up to in others is kindness and humor. I generally draw to someone who is genuinely kind, but also have a great sense of humor.

For me, I’m mostly passionate is helping others, if I can, I want to make someone happy, even if it means sacrificing something I want to do. I am passionate about writing as well, and I really am passionate about doing nail art.

A lot of things stress me out when it comes to dating. Not just because I get stress easily, but I worry about if the person will leave me if I’m asexual. I also worry that they will eventually not love me any more and just leave me, both in platonic and romantic relationship. I just really don’t want to be alone. I also worry that they will think I don’t like them because I’m too quite, but I’m just shy.

My top three sins are (1) Sloth, (2) Envy, (3) Greed

My romantic dream is probably really cheesy, but I really want to be able to just sit and laugh with my partner. Just both of us cuddling and laughing at stupid stuff and not being afraid to show our true self. I want to have fun and be best friends with my partner. I also would love to go to an amusement park with them as a date, because I love going there and getting on all the rides (expect for the drop tower, those scare me) and playing all the games.

To consider, I am very shy if you don’t know me, but eventually I do become more outgoing and silly. I do have social anxiety, and I am super self-deprecating, I even make jokes about how much I hate myself. I also very sensitive and I cry very easily. I’m also a goodie-two shoes and never like to get in trouble, it causes me bad anxiety. I’m also extremely clumsy, I trip on air all the time. Lastly, I am a hopeless romantic and I love affection, even though I am asexual. I love to cuddle, hold hands, kiss, and I will 100% steal my partner hoodies from them.

And I think that is it! Thank you so much for doing this, I’m sorry if I didn’t answer the question in the best way, but it works for you. But please don’t stress yourself out and take breaks when you need to! Take care of yourself! Thank you again, I really appreciate it and I hope you have a good day.

Hello there!! Again, apologies for the wait. I haven't forgotten about you, promise. I've reviewed your answers, and might I say that you seem like just the sweetest person alive, so I hope I can give you something enjoyable! From what I could gather, you're the sort of person who's shy on the outside, but genuinely enjoys helping others and gets a lot of joy from seeing their happiness. You try to balance your desire to help others with a strong sense of self and individuality, though, so you don't completely blend into the crowd. You're probably a little on the idealistic side, but that's not a bad thing because it can help you bring out the good in yourself and others when more cynical people might give up. Due to all these factors, I'd like to offer you Simeon today!

Firstly, you are an angel's perfect match. They're hardwired to cherish and protect the kindest people in this world, and those with a particularly good heart can have them swooning in an instant. You better bet that Simeon would pick you out as just that sort of person real quick, even if you're a little slow to open up to him at first. No worries. He's not very pushy and quite patient, so you can let him in at your own pace. He won't be bothered by your sensitivity either; if anything he'll love you even more for it because it's the hallmark of a passionate person. He'll love spending time with you as much as he can, probably doing small things like going for walks or just having cuddle time, so don't be afraid to ask!

You will never, ever, have to worry about Simeon leaving you. Period. When an angel chooses a partner, it's a lifetime commitment for them. If there's trouble in the relationship, he'll want to work on it and make things right. He won't give up easily, either. As long as you're willing to work with him, then there's nothing to fear in that department. He also won't mind one bit that you're asexual because, if we're totally honest, that makes things a little less stressful on his end (he is still an angel after all). Most of all, you'll never have to worry about him tricking or taking advantage of you. He'll respect your wishes and make sure that other people treat you right as well (ngl, he'll be a little on the protective side, but those are the shades of guardian angel in him coming out).

I see two possible problems coming up in your relationship. Firstly, he's not a big fan of self-deprecation even if it's used in humor… Though it can be a good deflection and coping mechanism, Simeon's not going to sit back and let you say mean things about yourself without offering some good things as a counterbalance. He means well. Secondly, it's really not best to shut down or not discuss your problems with Simeon… He wants to help and fix things in his relationships, it's sort of in his nature. There shouldn't be any worry about addressing what's bothering you. He's very understanding, so try to keep that in mind even if entering into confrontation is hard. Setting those things aside, I believe you two would be delightful together (and are probably in the running for cutest couple in the Devildom tbh).

And now…

An Amusement Park Date w/ Simeon

First off… Simeon is just a little bit of a wuss when it comes to roller coasters. He'll ride them, but maaan does he have mixed emotions about the experience...

He'll like seeing you happy, which is good, and when it's done, he'll like thinking to himself, "Hey look, I did it!" which is also good!

Buuut that doesn't change the fact that he's probably going to cling to your arm and scream bloody murder at least once every really steep drop…

If the ride takes photos, though, his pictures will be hilarious. Always caught mid-scream in just the least flattering angles... You wouldn't think someone so heavenly could look unattractive, but wait until you see him being pulled along by the rushing wind like an inflatable tube man... 😌

His hair will also always get pushed back and practically stand on end by the wind pressure when you get off, which gives him a spooked cat sort of look.

He doesn't mind other rides quite so much. He likes the ones that spin or swing quite a bit (and he's not at all sad that you don't like the Drop Tower because he ain't into that either! Those things are horrifying... 😣)

You can try playing arcade games with him too, but he's going to really suck at the electronic ones (not too great with technology, you know?)

But those rigged park games like getting the ring on a bottle or throwing darts? Man is the luckiest SOB alive; you'd think he was graced by God or something… 🤔 You're walking out with a massive prize of some kind, guaranteed.

Naturally, he's going to want to go on the Ferris Wheel at least once. Partly because he misses being able to fly but mostly because it's just a lovely romantic setting… You and the twinkling lights of the park below… He couldn't ask for a better view if he tried. 🤭

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me simeon #obey me undateables #obey me matchups #obey me match up

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bytheangell · 5 years ago

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A Few Good Points

(Read on AO3) Square Filled: Sports AU for @shadowhunterbingo Pairing: Clace, and Clary & Alec friendship Rating: Gen – Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Tags: fencing, college au, Summary: Clary didn't imagine the first time she'd meet her boyfriend's brother would be standing across from him with a sword in her hand. ------------- “I’m not going to go easy on you just because you’re dating my brother,” are the first words that Alec Lightwood ever says to her.

Clary stares up at him, willing her mouth to not drop open, and gulps.

“Quit scaring her,” Jace says, elbowing Alec in the side. “How about, ‘Hey Clary, nice to meet you. Jace has told me so much about you’.”

Alec rolls his eyes. “This is a training evaluation, not family dinner,” he points out. “But I’ll make you a deal. For every point you get against me in the next twenty minutes, I’ll tell you an embarrassing childhood story about Jace. You get more than 2, I’ll throw in a photo.”

Clary doesn’t know if she should be glad he doesn’t seem to completely hate her at first sight, or upset that he doesn’t even think she’s going to get 2 hits in 20 minutes worth of evaluation. Then again, already fully dressed in his back-zip jacket, white pants, and plastron, he makes an imposing figure to stand across from.

“Deal,” she says with far more confidence than she feels as she goes to change into her own gear.

Clary met Jace when she took fencing as a physical education elective in college, just for the randomness of it all. Jace was one of the TAs since he played for the school’s fencing club. So, naturally, when the two of them seemed to hit things off during classes Clary decided to take a much more invested interest in fencing… enough to actually get half-decent at it in her attempts to spent more time with Jace under the guise of trying to join the club herself one day. It gave her plenty of excuses for some extra one-on-one time that had the end result she hoped for, and she and Jace have been dating for about two months now.

She didn’t count on actually loving the sport as much as she does, still wanting to join the club when all is said and done.

What she also didn’t count on was for Jace’s very intimidating older brother to be the Captain of Idris University’s fencing team.

Jace warned her that Alec can be a little abrasive at first but promised her it’s all for show and he’s actually very caring. She isn’t sure she believes him.

She feels the need to win Alec over just the same. What she has with Jace… it’s new, but she can already feel that it’s special. It’s different from any other relationship she’s had and she wants this to go well.

But first, she has to focus.

The good thing is that Alec is about the same height as Jace, which means she’s working with a height difference she’s used to. It isn’t much of an advantage against someone as skilled as Alec but it’s better than nothing, doing her best to remember the tips Jace gave her every time she went up against him. Attack in counter time. Build your stamina. Improve your speed.

They salute and begin. Clary takes a deep breath to calm herself, hanging back. Allow the taller opponent to close the distance. Of course, Alec knows exactly what she’s doing, and isn’t about to let her do it easily. He knows she’ll waste much more energy than he would to close the gap between them and he tricks her into it time and time again, leaving himself open just long enough for her to think she can sneak in a hit, only for him to block her time and time again as well.

She can barely make out his face through the black mesh of the mask but she knows he’s smirking. In fact, she’s pretty sure she hears him laugh once or twice. Or maybe that’s just one of the onlookers watching her barely hold her own against him. Once she’s brave enough to get close she uses the infighting to her advantage, staying close enough that her shorter arms get her one point (to Alec’s 6, but she’s trying not to think about that) while she’s too close for Alec’s longer arms to get a hit on her with the tip of his sword.

Of course, the crowding technique doesn’t last forever. The distance Alec can cover with a lunge is impressive, and he keeps Clary from getting that close again for the remainder of their time. She gets one lucky hit in while Jace screams something from the sides and Alec glances over at him, momentarily distracted, which brings her up to 2 (to Alec’s 11 now, which she’s still trying not to think about) with just a minute left. Remembering the bet she made with Alec before they started, Clary moves fast in that last minute, getting in one last hit that feels way, way too easy.

“You let me get that point,” she accuses with narrowed eyes as they both remove their helmets and meet in the middle to shake hands.

“Maybe,” Alec admits with a shrug. “But it was for my own benefit. I have some great embarrassing photos to share. It’d be a shame if you didn’t get to see them”

Clary laughs. “Next time I’m earning that 3rd hit fair and square,” she insists.

“With a little more work? I think you can get more than 3 points next time. You’re really good for a beginner,” Alec says.

“Really?” Clary asks, surprised. “You’re not just saying that to be nice?”

“Really,” Alec promises, and Clary beams.

“Why do you believe him when he says it, but not me?” Comes Jace’s voice from behind her, just before he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into him, both of them swaying slightly on the spot from the sudden shift.

“Because you do have to say that to be nice,” Clary reminds Jace, turning her head to place a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “But something tells me if I was actually awful Alec would just say so.”

“She’s a quick one,” Alec says with a slight smirk, still guarded, but friendlier now. “You might not be half-bad, Fray. I hope you stick around.”

Clary’s surprised how relieved she feels at those words even if they’re far from a ringing endorsement. It’s a start.

And later, at dinner, after a few drinks and many more than the 3 promised embarrassing stories and incriminating photos of Jace from Alec (and vice versa), she can tell that Alec meant what he said earlier.

“Hey,” Alec says during a few moments where Jace isn’t in the room. His voice is too loud to be a whisper even though by the way he cups his hand around his mouth it’s clear that’s his intention. “I really hope you two last, because this is the happiest I’ve seen Jace in a while. I think you might actually be good for him, and I don’t immediately hate you. Which is good, because I’ve immediately hated everyone else he’s ever dated. But don’t tell him I said that.”

Clary can tell he’s only admitting this because of the alcohol but that he’s sincere just the same, and she gives Alec a soft smile in return.

“Don’t tell him I said this, but I hope you’re right because Jace is good for me, too,” Clary loud-whispers back conspiratorially. “And I don’t totally hate you, either,” Clary adds with a wink, just as Jace comes back into the room.

“I leave for two seconds and you’re already teaming up against me,” Jace laments, dropping dramatically back onto the sofa. “What did Alec say about me now?”

Alec straightens up and places a finger over his lips while looking at Clary, who mimes zippering her own lips shut.

“Ridiculous. I knew I never should’ve let you two meet,” Jace huffs, but leans over to kiss Clary’s ‘zipped shut’ mouth anyway, and all three of them are laughing over it a moment later.

Clary meant what she said to Alec - she really, really hopes this lasts, because she’s already starting to feel like she might have a place here and she doesn’t plan on going anywhere any time soon.

#clary fray #jace herondale #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #shadowhunterbingo #clace #alec & clary brotp #maybe i miss fencing from college #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #long post

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takara-kaneko · 4 years ago

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Fluffweek Day #1: Firsts

FLUFFWEEK!!! I have been so excited for this for three reasons: 1. If you can’t tell, I absolutely love fluff. Like it’s amazing and it warms my heart and any time I can write it 2. This is my first Mysme week submission! Being able to participate in this was so much fun, and I can’t wait to do all of the days! 3. This is also my first collab with my love and soulmate, @deijnar !!! Her OC Vivian is such a wonderful character and the perfect pairing for my Seven. She is his whole galaxy- Not to mention, his esteemed Wizard Princess! This piece had so many blushes, keysmashes, and affectionate screaming; so I hope you will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed getting to write it. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy 💕

Sevian Day 1: The First Date Extravaganza!

(Seven’s P.O.V) Today is the day. Just knowing makes my heart pound with a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. It was hard to rest last night knowing that today marks Vivian’s and my first date. Of course, I have spent so much time making sure she has no idea what is going on. Just a regular hang out, she believes. Little does she know that I have planned out the whole day!... Well, loosely.

The two of us have always talked about a night under the stars, and at first, I thought maybe stargazing. But why stop there? We could explore all of the stars and space!! After all, space is one of the coolest places of all time, and I want my Wizard Princess to have the most fun as possible!

The planetarium is the destination, but how to get her to not know about it until it’s too late? Well, what is a magician without a little distraction? But best not to reveal all my tricks before it happens lol.

3 o’clock passes and I wait in anticipation until I can see Viv’s strawberry blonde hair and her bright smile. Immediately, my heart starts racing as my smile widens. She looks so pretty, so happy, just seeing her makes me feel so much brighter. She is truly magical.

I stand up and approach her, the butterflies in my stomach only making me feel more bubbly than usual. “Fancy meeting you here, madam!”

“Ah, I’m sorry, my dear subject, but I’m waiting to be picked up by my knight in shining armor. I fear I have no time to spare to talk with you.” She states with a fake sense of superiority as her laughter slowly breaks her act.

Her words make me stop, before bowing at her and gracefully grabbing her hand. “My Wizard Princess, I have searched the whole expanse to find you. Surely you must recognize your loyal knight!”

I rise once again, keeping her close to me. My cheeks begin to heat up as she leans fowards. “I have to act like the evil wizard’s spell worked on me. Of course, I will always know who my one and only Defender of Justice is.”

Her whispers tickle my ear, but it’s surprisingly pleasant. She stays there for a moment, but as I open my mouth to reply, I feel her lips softly peck my cheek. Once again, my heart hammers in my chest, I start to wonder if Viv can hear it with how close she is.

As the blush on my face refuses to go away, I return the gesture, kissing her lightly on her cheek, before quickly backing away. No more distractions, it’s time for the ’First Date Diversion Plan, #1’ ”So, what baked goods are we going to try to find today?”

Vivian doesn’t speak of a moment, the hue on her face probably as red as mine is. It takes a moment for her to reply, “Uuuhh…” She shakes her head and I can’t help chuckling silently at how cute she is being, “I thought, uhm… Maybe- uh, jelly-filled donuts?”

“Well, my lady, your word is my command!” I exclaim, offering my hand out to her, “I happen to know a place that offers great donuts! If I can lead you to my noble steed?” I gesture towards my car as I approach it, opening the door for her to get in.

The smile she gives me as she looks at me sends me to the moon. “Thank you, my knight!” With a light squeeze to my hand, she gets into the seat.

Getting in the car, I begin heading toward the planetarium. Keeping it a secret was so much fun, but I have a feeling she might catch on to the idea that we aren’t going to any bakeries. This marked the time to begin ‘First Date Diversion Plan, #2’!

I glance over towards Vivian for a moment before looking back at the road, “Hey, Yoosung asked me if I could drop off his bag for him real quick. Mind if we take a detour?” I ask, pointing to the bag in the back. It was just stuffed with another bag. bagception lol

She looks in the direction of the bag and smiles, “Did you guys have a sleepover?”

“Yeah, stayed up playing some LOLOL. He’s still trying to take my ranking. We stayed up all night and he just forgot to grab his stuff.” I even made sure Yoosung was aware this was my plan, though I’m not too sure how believable he’d sound if she called him.

Her gasp catches me off guard, and I look to her again to see the concern on her face, “Does that mean you didn’t sleep at all? We can postpone the donuts if you need to sleep!”

With a soft laugh, I shake my head. While it was true I didn’t sleep, LOLOL was hardly the reason. “Nooooo, it’s fine! God Seven is more than capable of staying awake after only one restless night.”

As we pull into the Planetarium, I stay in the car a moment. Would she want to? No, now isn’t time to get nervous. As her knight, I know she’ll love it. Turning to Vivian, I can’t help the blush heating up my face. “So… I may have lied about a few things.”

Huffing softly, Viv furrows her brows to seem angry, although we both know she isn’t… It’s really cute. “I knew it! You ARE too tired!” She reaches over, her concern beginning to show through, and softly cups both of my cheeks in her hands, “I think you even have a fever…”

My eyes widen at her response, this is not what I meant to happen. “No, I am more awake right now than I could ever be! Because, well… you see, I… Wanted to take you to the stars...” I mumble as I gesture towards the building, my face now probably as red as a tomato.

“This trip, Yoosung,” I continue, “It was all made up. Although, we are totally going to go get donuts after this! What do you say, Wizard Princess Vivian and her Godly Knight 707 being space cowboys for the day?”

We sit in silence. For a moment, I think that maybe she didn’t want to, but she quickly turns towards the planetarium, then to me, then back to the planetarium, and back to me. It was adorable to watch, but it was nothing to the look of bliss on her face as she leans over to me for a hug. “Yes! I say yes, it would be an honor to be space cowboys with my sweet, godly knight 707!” She exclaims, still wrapping her arms around my neck. I hug her tightly against me, committing this moment to memory.

Staying in the car for a little longer, neither of us are wanting to stop out embrace. With her with me, I feel as if I have everything I could ask for in the world. But as I remember why we started hugging in the first place, I relax my grip on her. “Then climb aboard, madam! The fun is about to begin!”

I step out of the car and quickly move to her side, letting her out of the car and offer my arm to my dazzling princess. Side by side, we make our way into the building. To show her the sun, the moon, the stars, and everything in between. All the things I want to give her.

Feeling Viv lean softly against me, my smile only brightens, “This is a wonderful idea, Seven. Thank you so much for bringing me here.”

There are no words I can say to express my feelings. Instead, I place a soft kiss onto her forehead before entering the building.

★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★゜

(Vivian’s P.O.V) Being so close to him and feeling his lips lightly pressing against my forehead sets my head into the clouds. I feel like I’m flying; his warmth and the fluffy comfort of the hoodie he’s always wearing adds to the feeling of floating close to the sun. I only find myself back in my own body on the ground of the earth after we already entered the planetarium.

It’s breathtaking. Of course, we’re only in the foyer so far and it’s probably a foyer like any other, nothing special, some might say. But just being here with him, being here because he put so much thought into where we can go to spend an extraordinary day… There’s nothing more special I can possibly think of.

After looking around in awe, never letting go of his arm to bring a single inch between us, I turn to him. “Have you ever been to a planetarium before? Or only in real space?”

“This is an experience for us both. I’ve only been launched into space, never got to look at it from afar!” It’s an answer exactly like I expected of him and I mirror his goofy smile before we huddle together, chuckling. We probably look like two happy kids and, really, I can’t remember a time I’ve been this carefree and happy since I’ve been a child. Seven makes it extremely easy to be happy around him…

Before I can dwell on that thought, the big door in front of us gets opened and I gasp, buzzing in anticipation. “It’s starting!”

His warm, honey eyes reflect my excitement. “Come on, we have to be first to get the best seats!” Without any further hesitation, he nyooms into the room and drags me with him. I still can’t stop giggling as I follow him, never letting go of his arm.

Eventually, he deems two seats that he ensures me are exactly under the middle of the dome above us worthy to be our seats for the presentation and I just agree, not caring where we sit at all. Even sitting on the ground would be perfect as long as he is sitting beside me.

We get seated and I still hold on to his arm, not willing to let go just now.

“To be honest I don’t know anything about the stars except that they are pretty.” I look at him, hoping my smile can express the endless joy I’m feeling better than my words can. “This is so exciting, I can’t wait to learn something new!”

He leans in and gives me a meaningful look. “They won’t teach you this here or anywhere else because only the wisest specimens of mankind know this, but Saturn is actually the Beyoncé planet.”

My eyes widen as I lean in as well. “Are you allowed to share this well-kept secret with me?”

By now, his voice is nothing more than a whisper. “Because it has the rings on it.”

Unable to keep up the act, I dissolve into a fit of giggles while the lights dim around us. Suddenly, this feels extremely intimate and I’m glad Seven isn’t able to see how intense the blush on my cheeks is, thanks to the darkness in the giant room. Before I can say anything more, someone turns a magic switch and an infinite wave of stars washes over us, causing my head to turn to the ceiling immediately.

“Wow… This is incredible.”

I feel his eyes on me and shoot him a very short smile before I look back up. All these bright speckles around us are truly enchanting and I can’t bring myself to turn my eyes away for longer than a few seconds. A friendly voice starts to echo through the room and I have half a mind to try to find the woman with the microphone standing somewhere in the room, but I really can’t look away. So, instead, I just take in all the information presented to me and try to memorize them.

The moment only gets better when his hushed, soft voice reaches my ears. “When we go stargazing for real, we can know where all the constellations are.” This time I take longer to look at him and nod, trying to let my eyes speak for myself, hoping they reflect the happiness that is filling every inch of my body. I look down, looking for his hand. I hesitantly take it, lacing our fingers together. Not daring to look into his eyes anymore, I give his hand a light squeeze before looking back up, letting the voice guide me through the Milky Way.

Prepared for what’s coming, I put on the most serious impression I can pull off.

“And here you can see Saturn-”

I nod solemnly. “The Beyoncé planet.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Seven returning the serious nod. “You’re learning well, my space padawan.” He turns back to the screen before laughing at himself and I have to place my free hand over my mouth to not let the giggles become too loud as well.

After that, it doesn’t take the planetarium long to cast its spell over me once more and while I keep my eyes glued to the dome for the entirety of the show, I let my hand rest in his.

When we get back into the foyer after the presentation, it seems to be even more beautiful than when we came in. Because now, I’m holding his hand. Being with him tends to make me lose any sense of time so I’m a little surprised when we step back outside and find the sun already setting. Not willing to part from him yet, an idea pops up in my head. “If we wait a bit longer, you can test the knowledge I gained today immediately, space sensei.”

“About that….” He shyly turns his head away and I think I spotted a hint of pink on his cheeks. “Care for a drive? I may have a spot picked out for your space test.” With a smile on his face, he looks at me and his cheeks are definitely pink. Maybe almost as pink as mine.

I nod. “I’d follow you to the end of the universe.”

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