#and Gil freaks out and goes NOTHING

[softquietsteadylove]

I’m starving for some smuttt🤌 (any AU works) pretty pleaseeee🫶😘

"So, what was it like?" Thena asked from her position snuggled up to him. "Seeing my world?"

Gil kissed her forehead, "it was incredible, Angelfish. I'm glad you got to show me around."

"I am too," she purred into the side of his neck. "I wish you could have gotten more used to your tail."

Gil looked down at his legs at the end of the bed, under the covers. "It was interesting, I can see why legs feel so strange to you."

"Hm," she commented, in a way. She shifted and unfurled herself, letting her legs rub against his. His were hairy, which always tickled. "Legs are good for other things. And I like your legs."

"Oh, yeah?" he chuckled as she squirmed her way on top of him.

"They're strong," she settled on top of his chest and leaned in for a kiss. "Like the rest of you."

Gil laughed in his chest, jostling her faintly, but pleasantly. His hands settled on her back as he kissed her. "Is a strong tail a good sign of a suitable mate?"

It was for her, although it was a matter of personal preference. "To some."

"Well," Gil grinned up at her. His hips shifted slightly; he was getting in the mood. "I'm asking you."

She pursed her lips, trying to look coy about it. In truth, the second she saw his tail, she was - even further - in love. Its obvious strength and thickness, the shine of his pitch black scales. He had no way of knowing that the size of his fins would have been threatening to any male they encountered.

"Cuddlefish?"

She smiled, kissing him lightly again, "you were a very handsome mer."

"So," he raised his eyebrows, his fingers tapping lower, from her waist, to her hips, to her behind, "if you saw me, say, in the wild...?"

"Hm?" Her eyes fluttered closed as his fingers walked up the bottom of his shirt, to settle on her skin.

"Would you think I'd make a good mate?" he asked before latching onto her neck, where her gills would be. He had unfortunately discovered that weak spot rather early on.

"Yes," she gasped as his fingers immediately made their way between her legs, which parted for him instinctively. She raised her tailfin, letting him push his fingers in, even at their odd angle.

"I've always thought you were beautiful," he cooed, kissing her neck, her shoulder, nipping under her jaw. "Especially your tail."

"Gil," she whined, moving her hips to encourage him. Tails were such an example of what made for a compatible mate. And he spoke of them so casually.

"It's so pretty, sweetheart," he crooned. He moved his fingers faster, having to move them in the opposite motion he usually did.

She rolled her hips, much like she would move them to swim with her tail on. It worked with his motions, both of them working together.

"How would you tell me you wanted to mate?" he asked, getting lost in the idea of it.

She tried not to growl at him; she was concentrating on her pleasure. And if she had seen a specimen like him in the wild, unattached, she probably would have pursued him more directly than she would like to admit. "Gil, it's happening."

He had asked her before about 'coming', but she was still confused by the word. 'Came' implied going or arriving somewhere, but she wasn't going anywhere--she was in bed with him the whole time.

"It's okay, hon, just let go," he encouraged.

His encouragement was the final push she needed. She tightened around his fingers, still moving her hips to draw out the process of her pleasure. Gil was so good at achieving it. And she had never thought of using hands in the mating process.

Gil gave her tailfin one last, affectionate squeeze before pulling his hands away. "You okay?"

She nuzzled her face into his bare chest, purring loudly. She had wanted to hear what Gil sounded like when he purred, but there was no time. She trailed her nail up his arm and the muscles of his chest.

"More?"

She nodded, still buried in him. She hoped human females also felt the need to be so surrounded by the scent and sound and feeling of their partner amidst mating. Otherwise she was just embarrassing herself.

Gil rolled them over, pulling off his underwear and helping her get his shirt over her head. He tilted his head as she rolled over, putting her back to him while under him. "Angelfish?"

She turned her head just enough to peek at him. "Like before."

This is how they would mate if he had his tail on.

She didn't wait to see the look on his face, but he granted her wish. He held her hips as he pushed his reproductive organ into her. She bit his pillow, moaning at the feeling of it. She had never felt it in this position, at this angle.

He was heavy, but he was certainly holding himself up so as to not put his full weight on her. He moved her hair out of his way so he could kiss up her back. "This okay?"

She moaned, nodding with her face in his pillow so she could inhale his scent. He trailed his tongue over the bumps in her spine, where small dorsal fins would be if they were in the water.

Gil started moving slowly at first, as he always did. Always careful, always concerned if she was comfortable. But the way he held and lifted her hips to meet his were the actions of a mate hungry for her.

She was hungry for him. She moved her hips, meeting his for every beat. She brought her knees together, feeling a squeeze below her naval when she did.

Gil seemed to know what it meant. As he pumped against her his hand moved, sliding along her lips and then rubbing circles above where they were connected.

Thena moaned, still purring from deeper within her chest. The sound was foreign to even her ears, but Gil seemed to like it, moving faster. She gasped, "Gil, yes, more like that!"

She panted for breath. Human lungs were so ridiculously limited. She dug her nails into the pillows, although she had a feeling she was destroying their pillowcases and Gil was repairing them when she wasn't looking.

"Ohhhhhh," she groaned into the pillow as he gripped a plush handful of her behind, pulling so he could push deeper into her. "Seven seas, Gil, fuck!"

He liked it when she used his vernacular.

"Bite me," she whimpered. She could be mortified about it later. That feeling was creeping up on her again.

"What?"

"My neck, bite it," she panted. She picked her head up but she couldn't see straight. The warmth of her raised body temperature made her feel as if all she could see was a dreamy pink haze.

Gil lunged forward, spreading his hot, slick front over her back and latching onto the back of her neck with his teeth.

She came instantly, harder than she ever had before. It felt right for her--completing something that felt natural. Her hips moved beyond her control, rolling and swivelling and bucking against him. He also finished, and the weight of him on top of her increased. It was pleasant, though, like burying herself under the sand to be soothed during a storm.

"Y-You okay?" he sounded nervous. He moved her hair to inspect where he had bit her, as if his little human teeth could really have done any damage.

Thena moaned. She wanted to form words, but all she could do was moan, and purr, and tighten her arms around his pillow as if she were trying to drown herself in the smell of him.

Gil pulled himself off of her, although she immediately whined about missing the weight and the warmth of him. He pulled the covers up over them and wrapped his arms around her. "Thena?"

She emerged from his pillow, dragged sideways so she had to look at him. Her hair was tumbling everywhere, but Gil moved it out of the way of their view of each other.

"Is that a, uh-" he blushed faintly (always charming, her human), "mating...thing?"

She tucked her head under his chain, perhaps feeling slightly abashed as well. "If we were...you would bite my neck to secure my place under you."

"Huh," he muttered, because he was thinking very deeply about something. His fingers kept touching the spot on her neck, massaging any pain he was imagining she might feel.

She truly blushed now. "It's only done between selected mates. The bite is...a sign."

It was marked territory. She had bitten him before, but she had worried the permanent damage her teeth could do to his delicate human blood vessels.

"Oh, like," he moved his head so he could look at her, "an 'I'm yours' kind of thing?"

"Yes," she answered simply. She did not want to explain to him that it was a way of choosing a mate of all mates--that there would be no others after that mark was made.

"Well, I like the sound of that," he smiled, kissing her cheek and letting her cuddle against him again. So sweet and innocent, her human.

In truth, his mark would fade from her skin. He hadn't bit deep enough, and he probably couldn't, with the teeth he had. But he didn't need to, as far as she was concerned. He was her one and only mate, and she was happy with that knowledge.

And it wasn't as if she had to fend other mers away from him either.

[justa-moth]

alright masses (aka the two i lured in with my gillion has two hands post: @sapphofinch and @kingpascal) how do we feel abt me writing a fic where like,,,,

ok so chip and gillion dating right? YIPPIE ! and then they meet caspian and gillion goes wait hang on. the same thing i feel for chip i also feel for caspian?? he thinks maybe hes just excited to see another one of his kind on the oversea, so he waits it out. then realizes nothing changed, in fact his feelings have gotten more aggresive over time.

eventually chip corners him, he asks whats wrong because he can tell gillions hiding something. gillion eventually confesses its because of feelings he cant quite describe for caspian. chip then helps gillion realize that those feelings are totally romantic. gillion begins to maybe feel guilty, like he feels he may be cheating on chip (like in that one episode where he mentions that polyamory is punishable by death or smth) because of pressure from the elders. so he immediately freaks out

but then chip is like wait wait hold on. i actually dont mind this. chip ponders his orb for a second, thinks abt it, then goes "yeah fuck it". chip i feel like wouldnt at all care, like he wouldnt feel jealous. but gillions still scared and doesnt want to talk to caspian.

so chip says well fuck you then, he shoves gillion towards caspian and is like "heyyyyy gil has smth to talk to you aboouttttt". gillion very messily confesses, with some help from chip, and they describe how like caspians not dating chip, theyre just both simultaniously dating gillion. and caspians like hell yeah.

and then YIPPIE gillion gets to have both of his hands held lovingly

(bonus points, lizzie and jay totally had a side bet going on on who would confess to who)(lizzie bets on caspian and jay votes on gillion)

[spacehostilityy]

NNT Rewatch s2ep7-12 !!

(Still from my drafts! Just moved back to college yesterday and today and classes start tomorrow. Wish me luck! My schedule sucks this year so I'll need it lol)

man this is flying by!! but lucky me, the druids’ holy land arc is one of my favorites

King learning throughout this season that not only does he need the other Sins, but they need and love him is so sweet. I just love the character development they all go thru this season

draw him like one of your french girls ~~

I love that Matrona has purple eyes like Diane, the small details really make it

I actually NEED to know what Monspeet and Meliodas’s relationship was prior to his betrayal. “I can’t believe HE’S the one who sensed us” ?? Whats that about🤨 also zeldris and monspeet seem to have been in good terms, like were they all friends?

I don’t know how its possible, but Monspeet’s voice is even hotter in spanish

I love that despite galand not being able to lie, they still don’t believe his stories lol

KAJSDKWUDFL I forgot how shocked i was with the reveal that Merlin stole Mel’s power i just love the druid training arc sm

theyre so silly i love them

do we know why jenna and zaneri don’t have wings? are they just hidden with magic or something??

okie so apparently they’re just inhabiting human bodies and their real bodies had wings. found this on the wiki, do we know where the info comes from?

WAIT do jenna and zaneri know elizabeth?? Like KNOW her?

HAHAHA this part always destroys me

ngl the best thing seven deadly sins as an narrative does is portray the intense agony and trauma from mel and ellie’s curses

anyway... the fact that Meliodas and Zaratras were of equal rank when they met is kinda funny

the absolute horror on meliodas’s face when he hears liz is just PERFECT

liz is so slay she’s everything i want elizabeth liones to be

King: uhh hey jenna...🥺 what are you planning to have us do in there😓

Jenna: isnt it obvious??? 🤨 rigorous training 😤😤

the way they cut btwn scenes of meliodas abt to lose it and him and liz being happy is just so well done

I love that they were trying to get Meliodas to abandon his emotions to keep his rage in check and then when he actually has no emotions we find out that he’s straight up evil and much, MUCH worse than before lol

the tears pooling on their insanely pointy chins always gets me lol. but also mel just violently sobbing and then suddenly being fine. Mans has serious issues with repression that can def be drawn to his daddy issues

BAN/ZHIVAGO ARC😭😭😭 a few observations: Ban is very clearly influenced by Zhivago’s style, like the clothes are so similar, the fact that they sent Ban to Aberdeen prison and his favorite is Aberdeen ale makes me think he associates it with his dad, Zhivago was hot, Ban mirrors Zhivago’s words to him to Elaine, Zhivago tells Ban to never trust humans and the only humans he ends up trusting are Escanor and Jericho, zhivago has lived in misery about the deaths of his children for almost 40 years :(

idk why this is one of my fave arcs it’s literally just angst lol

gil and howzer as boyfriends. Discuss.

seeing gowther fight hand to hand is actually pretty cool, i had assumed he was weak like king but he can hold his own

how did king not clue in when galand literally opened with “Meliodas its been such a long time” like BABE CMON

BAN TELLING JERICHO SHE’S HIS WALLET 😭😭

meliodas just mocking king for his lack of wings is always funny. nothing like a dick joke to make you feel better after Zhivago’s death

I HAVE to do a meliodas self hatred/relationship to being a demon post, i have so many thots

I LOVE WHEN HE GOES TO SEE THE 10 COMMANDMENTS HES SO BADASS

monspeet shielding Derieri from the rocks with his cape🥺

melascula is so sassy i love her

estarossa is my deranged babygirl i love him. that fucking freak

I JUST KNOW TAIZOO AND THAT LITTLE TWINK ARE FUCKING

taizoo is a bottom.

meliodas somehow has 15 year old rizz. like the fucking blond boys.

(not so) fun fact: Elaine is my mom’s name so its a little weird

nakaba’s size kind seriously needs to be studied

ESCANORRRRRR

okie doke that’s it join us next time !!

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

To wrap it up, Ro & descendants 3?

So Descendants 3 starts with VK day, during which Ro chooses a kid from the crew but also dips out to go visit the crew who are not having the best time with two of their three leaders (Uma & Ro) not around and Harry is trying so hard to hold everyone together. Ro promises them that, with she and Ben's current plan, the entire crew will be off the isle within a year.

She goes back to Auradon (always reluctantly, sorry Ben, it's not that she doesn't love you I promise!) and, well, Ben proposes. She's more than a little bit shocked and although she publicly accepts she then tells Ben that she needs more time to think about it.

The Hades situation still happens and, since Mal knows more about magic than Ro, both girls are a part of the conversation. Ro wants to use this as a push to start removing more people from the isle at a time so they don't have to mess with the barrier as often but Mal still argues for closing the barrier for good. The two of them argue and while Ben agrees with Ro, Adam agrees with Mal.

Blah blah blah, Audrey goes evil, they go to the isle, Ro goes with Mal and Celia to see Hades, the pirates steal the bikes which just makes her laugh, they leave, Harry and Gil escape too. Unfortunately for Mal and her crew, this turns into a nice moment of them being excited to see each other, in all of the chaos the ember gets dropped, Uma catches it. Uma and Ro are just not on great terms at this point given that the last time they saw each other, Uma had love potioned Ro's boyfriend. But there are bigger issues at hand, Uma agrees to help given Ro's promise that a plan has been made to expedite getting people off the isle, Mal does not mention that she and Adam went behind their backs to set a date to close the barrier for good.

The plot follows the same general outline with Ro splitting off with the boys to look for Ben (she isn't magically inclined like Mal or Uma so she figures she's of more use looking for Ben and keeping Harry and Jay from killing each other), a very sweet reunion with Ben, and a whole lot of really weird vibes with the Ben-Ro-Harry situation, but she is nothing if not the queen of repression and compartmentalization so everything can just freaking wait until they deal with Audrey.

Things explode when they find out about Mal's plan and Ro ultimately leaves with Uma and Harry to go get Gil and get away from all of this bullshit, but then the everyone turning to stone and final fight with Audrey and etc happens so they don't end up leaving

I don't know if Ro goes back to the isle when she thinks the barrier is closing for good or if she stays in Auradon to try to stop that from happening so I don't know exactly how the end will play out! But this one is less angst and more emotional processing than the first two for sure!

[kudosmyhero]

Detective Comics (vol. 1) #406: Your Servant of Death--Dr. Darrk!/The Explosive Circle!

Read Date: April 30, 2023 Cover Date: December 1970 ● Writer: Dennis O'Neil / Frank Robbins ● Penciler: Bob Brown / Gil Kane ● Inker: Frank Giacoia / Vince Colletta ● Colorist: {uncredited} ● Letterer: Ben Oda / John Costanza ● Editor: Julius Schwartz ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: Story 1: ● the art is gorgeous! crisp inking. and I don’t know what it is about the Detective Comics and how they appear digitally on the app, but the effect is always stunning to my eyes. ● Bruce, wouldn’t it be better to try to do your investigation while in your civvies rather than try to explain why you and Batman are in the same place? ● could you dust while you’re crouched on the rafters, B-man? thanks! ● i wonder why he’s so sure she’s lying? ● League of Assassins has entered the chat ● yet again the villains wastes the perfect opportunity to slay the hero. but plot demands. ● in the count’s mind: screw you, Batman, that wasn’t a miracle—I planned all that! ● 👏👏👏

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Synopsis: Story 1: When Count Orsoni, another shipping magnate, is attacked and almost killed, Bruce Wayne decides to visit the man, who is an old friend. Upon arriving at the Count's castle in the foreign country he resides, Bruce is welcomed by Mara Thursday, the Count's cousin and Dr. Darrk, one of Orsoni's friends. However, Bruce is not allowed to see the Count, although he is invited to stay in the place.

Having previously stopped the League of Assassins from murdering another shipping magnate, Bruce decides to investigate the case as Batman and he starts prowling the castle, looking for the Count. He is distracted when Mara Thursday screams in her room and when Batman enters, she makes up a story about an attacker that left without harming her. Batman deduces that this was all a distraction and he rushes to the Count's chambers, but he finds nothing but an empty and disturbed room.

Batman deduces that the Count was kidnapped recently and he starts looking in the castle, when he is suddenly attacked by another member of the League of Assassins. Batman manages to defeat the assassin and he proceeds to look on the hidden places of the castle. Batman finally reaches the cellar, where he finds the Count but falls for a trap and is forced to lay on top of an execution altar. Batman deduces the identity of the killer as Dr. Darrk and he reveals himself as the president of the League of Assassins and prepares Batman for his execution.

Batman is shackled to the altar and he is forced to hold a rope that keeps an axe from beheading him. Dr. Darrk leaves with the certainty that Batman's grip will surely fail and he forgets about the Count. As Batman in fact starts losing his strength, the Count recovers and, crawling aimlessly, he pushes the statue of a saint on top of the altar, which falls near Batman's head at the same time as he lets go of the rope. The axe falls on the statue, saving Batman's life and the shackles are broken by the impact.

Batman takes the Count to safety, but by the time he goes to the main rooms of the castle, he finds only the assassin he previously defeated and Mara Thursday. Darrk had left the place long ago and Batman arrests Mara and the assassin, who confess all they know about the League, which is not much.

Story 2: When a residential building is blown up, the sole clue is a book taken out from Gotham Public Library. Finding the book is popular among young hippies/protesters, Barbara Gordon decides to investigate further as Batgirl. Tracing the address of the last person to take out the book in question, Batgirl finds that it belongs to a girl who is a member of the youth group Peaceful Protest. However, when Batgirl informs her the book was found at the site of a bombing, the girl freaks out and slams the door on Batgirl.

Tailing the young woman to a theater known as "Up Against the Wall Baby", Batgirl soon stumbles upon the groups leader Mal who has decided peaceful protesting no longer works and wants to begin using more violent methods. Finding Batgirl at their latest rally, she is knocked out during a performance and when she comes too, she finds that Mal has placed her in a room rigged to explode should she step out of the circle she is standing on.

(https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Detective_Comics_Vol_1_406)

Fan Art: Bruce Timm Style Babs by Andi-Tiucs

Accompanying Podcast: ● Batgirl to Oracle - episode 13

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The warm glow of paper lanterns strung up on wires drowned out even the darkest shadow, colorful decorations and advertisements posted on each stall lining the winding alleyways of Sector One's immigrant district. There was hot food and cold drinks, various games of chance available to be swindled by as the night stretched on- Everything illuminated by the distant pop and crackle of fireworks against a backdrop of hazy indigo.

Jae-hyo couldn't help but smirk as he watched Angeal apply the same focus and single-minded concentration on goldfish catching as he would with a serious sparring match, eyes narrowed and steady hands poised. The wire paddle of sorts was covered by a thin layer of translucent rice paper, prone to breaking if too much moisture soaked into the delicate material.

"Ah, you're trying to go about it the wrong way- There's kind of a trick to it that they never tell you, of course..." he explains, handing over a few gil to buy his own catching net.

Slowly, he slips the paddle into the water at a shallow angle and does nothing, waiting for the right moment to strike. Before Hewley can ask what the trick is, a small black and orange fish swims over part of the rice paper, prompting Yoon to flick it into his waiting rice bowl full of water. He manages to land three more before the paper finally gives out, tearing in the middle.

"It takes a little practice, but once you get the hang of it, it's actually pretty easy."

He guides his hands over Angeal's and attempts to help him better understand how slowly to move the paddle, keeping it close to the surface of the pool, but deep enough so the fish won't notice it.

"Okay... Now- Go for it, man!" he barks out, gesturing to a rather ugly black moor with telescopic eyes. Jae looks about as invested as an extreme sports fan might be as the SOLDIER seems to get the timing just right, landing the fish into the small plastic bowl in his left hand.

"You got 'im, nice! See, not so hard, right?" Yoon laughs, handing off the quartet of little orange and black goldfish he'd won to Angeal. The First traded him for the single black fish, Jae-hyo peering down at the big-eyed thing.

"Oh man, it's so ugly, it's like he circles right back around to being kinda cute..." the Turk muses aloud, glancing back at Hewley and flashing a toothy sliver of a grin.

It was normally pretty difficult to catch Jae unawares, but having a good looking guy roughly about the size of a king behemoth gently push back the loose curtain of his wavy hair made his next funny comment dry up and die in his throat.

It's a blink and you'll miss it touch of soft lips against the corner of his mouth that really throws a wrench into the constantly turning gears of his calculating mind, so he pulls a stupid face and he's absolutely going to strangle the other man later for making him blush like a freaking girl.

"That... just reminded me of when a over-affectionate auntie goes in to buss your cheek, but you turn at the wrong moment and get it right on the lips," he deadpans, mustering up enough ire at his current predicament to glare daggers at Angeal.

"Shiva's frosty tits- Do I gotta teach you how to kiss now, too?" he asks, not anticipating an answer because he's tugging Hewley forward by the collar of his shirt to show him how they 'do it in the big city'.

[dizzydizney]

For the new ship ask, Ben/Gil because you are the only person I’ve seen ship it 💔

2-5-16-20-23-31-34–45-49

well you (or another anon) got me into it and now all i can think about is the endless potential!! (also idk if that's supposed to be a regular dash between 34 and 45 or if you're asking 34 thru 35 but im doing it the second way lol)

2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon?

Gil is the little spoon more often than not! He loves having Ben wrapped around him while they sleep. But sometimes after a really stressful day, Ben will be the little spoon and Gil will just hold him tight all night long

5. Who usually has nightmares?

Gil has more nightmares but Ben has more just plain weird dreams. They still both wake up from them feeling shaken, and comfort one another whenever they happen

16. Who is scared of thunderstorms?

Gil. They don't have normal weather on the island, so the first time he actually experiences a thunderstorm in person, he freaks out. He gets better over time, but still ends up cuddling under a blanket with Ben until they pass by completely

20. Who is dominant/ Who is submissive?

Gil is more than happy to take the reins and let Ben relax. Running a kingdom is hard work, and Ben is more than happy to let someone take care of him when he can manage it

23. Who asks who out on the first date?

Ben asks Gil out first. But even before that, they carried on like they were dating without actually calling it dating. Gil is so surprised when Ben actually asks him out, even though things hardly change between them at first bc they were just Like That

31. Who is more affectionate?

Gil. It comes from Isle kids having literally zero boundaries when it comes to other people's personal space

34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt?

Gil definitely wears the "If lost return to Ben" shirt. And Ben wears the "I am Ben" shirt which is doubly funny bc everyone in the kingdom knows who he is!

35. Who goes overboard on the holidays?

Gil! Once he learns about them all, he's excited to go all out for every single one of them. Decorations everywhere, following all the usual traditions, and trying to make up as many new ones as they can manage

36. Who is the social media addict?

Ben. He's used to living with it. And needs it to an extent for his job. Gil couldn't really care less tbh

37. Height difference or age difference?

Height difference! Even tho it says Mitchell is 5'11 which doesnt sound right lmao. I just like the idea of big strong Gil being to pick up his man like it's nothing and carry him around lol

38. Who likes to star gaze?

Gil! It's hard to see the stars thru the barrier and Gil's only seen them drawn out on Uma and Harry's charts so he's excited to see them in person finally

39. Who buys cereal for the prize inside?

Definitely Gil. But he still eats the cereal so it doesn't go to waste

40. Who is the fun parent/ Who is the responsible parent?

Of course Gil is the fun one and Ben is the responsible one. Altho idk about them as actual parents. But as the parents of the friendgroup lol. That's them!

41. Who cries during sad movies?

Both of them, definitely

42. Who is the neat freak?

Ben. It's just how he was raised

43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one?

Gil! He's so good at all the games and Ben ends up with an armful of stuffed animals at the end of the night

44. Who is active/ Who is lazy?

Neither of them could be considered lazy. They're both pretty active. But Gil is more outdoorsy, while Ben likes to spend more time inside just chilling when he can

45. Who is more likely to get drunk?

Ben. Gil drinks more in general and he's more used it. Ben only gets a taste of wine or champagne on special occasions and definitely can't handle anything that's much harder than that

49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger?

Ben gets driven around a lot, so if they're together, there's a good chance they're being chauffeured. Otherwise Ben likes driving and Gil likes sitting in the passenger's seat and looking out the window while Ben drives

[fangirlfics]

What a Pirate (Harry Hook x reader)

summary: After the core four leave for Auradon y/n is left to fend for herself on the isle, it’s a hard and lonely life-then her path crosses with certain flirty pirate.

word count: 3,660

Evie tool y/n’s hands in hers, “don’t worry y/n, we’ll be back in no time.“ She assured her friend. Slowly she pulled her into an embrace before turning and ducking into the limbo from Auradon. 

“Yeah in no time.“ Jay confirmed with a smirk and a quick wink. He ruffled her hair lightly before getting in the limbo-hat in hand. Then y/n realized that the gold crown that was on the front of the limbo was gone. Smooth Jay, smooth. 

“I don’t even wanna go.“ Mal said-throwing her bag into the limbo. “Going to school with a bunch of prissy princesses sounds...gross. No way am I staying there long...“ With a wink she got into the limbo too.  

Carlos’s mom came running out after him but he had made it into the limbo quickly. “We’ll miss you!“ Evie shouted out to y/n and she smiled sadly.

“You guys better not forget about me.“ y/n joked.

Carlos stuck his head out of the limbo, “catch“ he said, tossing a shiny thing her way. 

y/n looked down at the item in her hand-a small silver pocket watch.“What’s this for?” She asked, looking back.

Carlos shrugged, “Now I have to come back to get my watch.” y/n smiled, nodding at her friend. Then the limbo drove off.  

Well that was almost four months ago now.

“We’ll be back in no time.“ y/n reminded herself, taking a big bite out of an apple. It was more bitter than she would have liked it to be but this was the Isle, and at least it wasn’t the worst meal she had eaten. She forced herself to swallow the food, trying to think of something positive. The only thing that she could think of were her friends-the hope that she’d see them soon.Without them she felt sad, forgotten...alone. But at least they could have better lives in Auradon. And if the cost of that was her being lonely- then so be it.  

 y/n continued to take bites out of her apple, eventually dropping the core when she finished. She stood, catching a glimpse of Auradon in the distance and stared for a moment. She reached in her pocket to feel Carlos’s watch, but it wasn’t there. Oh no. She checked her pockets suddenly feeling a small wave of panic when it wasn’t there. Great going y/n you lost it. She sighed, looking up at the sky and took a deep breath.

y/n got down from the building’s roof and was making her way through the cluttered market, keeping her hands in her pockets when she caught a flash of something shiny a couple of feet ahead of her. She stopped in her tracks, looking up and her mouth fell open. That was without a doubt Carlos’s watch. It’s chain hung motionless from someone’s pocket. A small boost of confidence made it’s way into y/n as she approached the person. Then she saw who was in possession of the watch and her confidence faded.

That was Harry Hook.

Harry freaking Hook.

Out of all the people that could have had the watch, it just had to be Harry. Pick pocketing him probably wouldn’t end well, it never did for anyone. But she glanced back down at the watch then to him, then to the watch again. He was distracted-talking to some girl. y/n bit her lip, feeling desperate. Just take it and leave she told herself, easy peasy. But that didn’t stop her legs from shaking as she made her way towards the pirate. Her eyes remained ahead of her as she lightly brushed against the boy’s side-fingers quickly slipping the watch from his pocket to hers. Ok go get away. She mentally yelled at herself, but she forced herself to keep her pace the same-not wanting to draw any suspicion.

Once she was a few feet away she looked back to Harry-he was gone. Her jaw dropped for a moment before she quickly hid behind the nearest wall. She quickly scanned her surroundings-noticing a ladder on the side of the building in front of her. Quick escape. She stepped towards it, reaching her hand out  but before she could grab hold of the ladder someone grabbed her wrist from behind, stopping her. Before she could react a she felt something cool on her shoulder and was spun around before being backed into the wall. Now against the cool wall,  goosebumps formed up her spine as she looked up towards her captive. Then she was face to face with Harry Hook. He had his infamous grin as he looked down at her-obviously pleased about having successfully trapping her against the wall. He was really quite attractive-but he could also be annoying. 

“Well, well...well.” He whispered in his Scottish accent. Raising his hook up to her face slowly, he stroked her jawline with the cool metal as a form of intimidation. “y/n...” He said widening his eyes a little.

“Hook.” y/n spat in response.

His smile widened at the tone of her voice. “aww...” He pouted sarcastically, “ye mad?” y/n stared directly at him with an impassive expression. Harry shook his head, “tsk tsk tsk. It appears ye’ve taken somethin’ of mine.” He lowered his hook, keeping her pinned against the wall. 

“What could I have possibly taken from you?” y/n sneered.

“Oh I don’t know....” He said glancing up in thought. “Maybe this?” He held up the pocket watch that had been in her pocket with his hook. y/n’s eyes widened as her mouth gaped open. “Ye know, ye should really be more careful when ye pickpocket someone...especially if that someone is me...” He breathed in her face, glancing down at her lips.

y/n got her expression under control again “Actually, you took that first. It’s mine.“ 

Harry chuckled lightly, “Well, now it’s mine.” He told her seriously now. “But that doesn’t change the fact that ye tried stealing from me.” He let his hook go back to her face, brushing her hair to the side. “And ye know what happens to people who steal from me?”

y/n smiled-only making Harry even more pleased-If anyone else was in y/n’s position they’d be trembling but she wasn’t, he smiled-enjoying the change in reactions. “I’m guessing you ‘hook’ them?” y/n answered.

“Correct.” He whispered, brushing her jaw lightly once more with his hook-he was really enjoying this. “But...” He thought, lowering his hook. “Maybe I can make an acception...for ye...maybe we can make a trade.”

“And what do you propose goes into this trade?” y/n asked.

“Well...ye get to walk away and keep this watch that you seem to be so obsessed with.”   

y/n raised a brow in suspicion, “that sounds too good to be true, what’s the catch?“

“Catch?“ Harry asked, pretending to be offended. “This is a deal, there’s no catch.“

“I mean what do you get? Why would you let me go?“

“ah...“ Harry’s smile only widened as he leaned closer to her. “Ye get to go because what I want...is a good price“

“And what do you want?” y/n questioned, “whatever it is can’t be good.”

Harry leaned in even closer, brushing his nose against y/n’s. The close proximity made y/n nervously shift her eyes to the side before quickly looking back at him-she hoped he didn’t notice, but he did. And he loved that he could make her nervous. “What I want...“ Harry said pausing for dramatic effect, “is...a kiss.“

y/n’s breath hitched for a moment as her mouth parted in surprise. “wh-” she closed her mouth again.

“Speechless?” Harry asked the girl, tilting his head he brushed his nose against hers once more. “It’s a fair trade if ye ask me, lass.” He whispered into her ear, making her shudder. Knowing the effect he had on her, Harry smiled-leaning away again he let his lips lightly brush against her jaw line. “So what do ye say?”

y/n looked at the boy then to the side. “I get the watch?” She asked. 

“That was what the deal...” Harry confirmed, smiling mischievously.

y/n stared at nothing for a moment before snapping her attention back to the pirate. “Fine.” 

Harry smiled wider, before making his move. He slowly leaned in closer, bringing his hand up to her chin to tilt her head back then placed his lips against hers. The kiss was way different than she thought it would be, it was slow, soft and Harry was gentle. He brought his other hand-he must’ve set his hook down earlier-to the small of her back to pull her away from the wall and closer into his chest. Then a voice rang out from somewhere further away-pulling the two back to reality. “Harry! Uma wants you!” Yeah that was Gil. Harry pulled away with a menacing look in his eyes-looking towards the direction where the voice came from. Strangely, y/n was disappointed with how fast that had happened.

“Well then.” y/n said quickly recovering, she put her hand out to Harry, palm up. Harry’s arm was still around her as he looked down, but he stepped back letting her go and pulled the watch out of his pocket.

“On second thought...” Harry smiled, looking down at the watch. “Of I keep this, ye got no choixe but te keep seein-”    

“Hook.“ 

“Ye can call me Harry ye know.“ Harry said, placing the watch in her hand. “Why’s that thing matter so much to ye anyway?“

y/n put the watch in her pocket, crossing her arms over her chest before looking back up to the pirate, “Someone important wanted me to hang on to it for a bit.“ She said truthfully, “as a promise.“

“A promise, eh? Who gave it to ye? Boyfriend.“

“That’s none of your business.“ 

Harry grinned once more, tilting his head to the side. “Nah, couldn’t have been a boyfriend. If ye had a boyfriend ye wouldn’t like me...yer not the cheatin’ type.“

“And who says I like you?“ y/n asked with a laugh.

“Well nobody had to say it.“ Harry responded, then he leaned in whispering into her ear, “If ye didn’t like me, ye wouldn’t’ve kissed me the way ye did.”

y/n opened her mouth in shock much to Harry’s entertainment. “Got to go.“ He said casually, putting his hook back on, “I trust that I’ll be seein’ more of ye.“ He started to walk away.

“What makes you think that?“ y/n asked louder so that he could hear.

He turned his head back to answer, “Well cuz I have this.” He held up one of y/n bracelet. For the third time y/n’s mouth fell open as she looked down at her right wrist-which now had no jewelry on it.

What a pirate.

[gossip-dino]

Welcome to Gossip Dino, where you can get all the juicy gossip, from a dinosaur.

If you’ve ever wanted to be kept up on all of the Cardboard City Mall drama, you’re in the right place.

But first, let’s get to know our victims I mean mall staff.

To start us off we have your tipicle stoner, Gilbitch Beilshit-Karpusi. Working at Spencers, he never actually does any work ever, and he just spends his time harassing Hot Topic employees, being stoned, and screwing his wife in the changing rooms.

Next, we have Hera Beilshit-Karpusi, the wife of Gilbitch. She works at the PetCo but also doesn’t do much work, she just pets cats, adopts cats, practically is a cat, and screws her husband in the changing rooms. She is known to walk around in a cat fursuit, but that is the least weird thing that happens in this mall, so nobody really cares.

Moving on from her, we have the train wreck that is Fransus Baguettefoy. He’s practically an old man who works at Claire’s, and many people have reported seeing a misterius “Red Water” behind the counter whenever he’s working. He enjoys chasing after the mall cop while making sounds that resemble a rat with rabies, and he also likes to give his best friend Gilbitch piercings when he’s high beyond reach.

Now for the saddest of the bunch, Arthur Kinkland. Known for his notorious brows waxed off by another employee at one point, he does nothing but complain and nobody likes him. Fransus left him for the mall cop, Gilbitch got him fired by accident, Vladimir left him for a dilf, nobody cares about him. Also, he murdered his only friend, an imaginary bunny that Gilbitch could see when he was high as hell.

Then, we have Antonio Fernandez-nobody cares. He works at a churro shop and basically died, so we have no news on him because he’s never around.

Onto the next victim uh I meant MALL STAFF we have Jett Kinkland. Nothing has really happened to him, which is weird considering he’s actually kind of dumb, but he somehow manages to stay out of trouble. Oh, but he is Arthur’s brother, which is a problem within itself.

After that we have Ludwig Beilschmidt. A dilf, he works at some fitness store nobody goes to. He’s known for being the alcoholic brother of the stoner, who is much more relevant than this stupid drunk. The only desirable thing about him is the fact that he has man tits the size of Jupiter. Other than that, he’s just an alcoholic dilf, and nobody gives a crap. Also, he’s extremely gay and everyone knows.

And now, we have Chad Arthur Kinkland. He was only around for about 20 minutes, but he was the result of Arthur getting fired and getting his brows waxed. He was totally straight and liked wearing socks with the boys.

After that sad piece of doodoo, we have an even sadder piece of doodoo. A sad rat man who works at the churro shop, and who got curbstomped for throwing out an entire bag of Gils weed, Lovino Vargas. He’s a ball of depression and anger, so again, nobody cares.

Then we have Albread Jones, a man who works at McDonalds and likes babysitting an angelic and perfect vampire child. He’s not a fan of cocomelon so he is kind of a disgrace, but whatever. He’s also really dumb, and likes to let the angelic and perfect vampire child eat human food and climb trees in the broad daylight. Apparently he doesn’t know the kids a vampire. Idiot.

After him we have Roda Mikkelsdó- what, but you can call her Ro and forget her last name because nobody knows how to say it. She works in some music shop and is one of the only unproblematic people, all I really know is that she likes animals and Albread has a mega crush on her or something.

And then we have Vladimir Popescu, an amazing vampire guy with an amazing vampire brother. He’s nothing but kind and amazing, and he works at a spiritual rock shop called Rock 🪨, and is the perfect older brother. Everyone likes Vladimir, even though he waxed Arthur’s brows off, and he also abandoned Arthur for the dilf, stupid freaking dilf, but like that’s fine. It’s ok. Whatever. He has amazing hair and eyes and everyone loves him, and anyone who doesn’t love him misteriusly disappears. Idk.

And moving on, we have the super adorable super awesome vampire child, Aurel Popescu. He enjoys cocomelon and dinosaurs, and he loves wondering the mall with Gil, and looking at pets at PetCo while Gil and Hera are “busy” having “alone time.” He’s also the mascot of Rock 🪨 because Vladimir is too busy being cool to do anything like that. Aurel is just cute, and it’s impossible to dislike him.

And then there’s the head mall cop, Freddy. Nobody knows his last name. Nobody knows who Freddy really is. Freddy is just Freddy. He’s Fransus’ main victim, and as lame as it sounds he’s usually targeted by the baguette mans advances. He has tased Fransus and will do it again. Also, Arthur hates him. No surprise there.

Finally there Allistor Kinkland, and nobody really knows crap about him, he’s just there. Cool.

And that concludes our intro. Expect updates often, seeing as the mall is a literal zoo. We have many stories, ranging from Tony the Tiger coming to life to Lovino being almost fired for throwing out weed, we have it all. But for now, this is Gossip Dino signing off.

xoxo

Gossip Dino

[wherearemyglassesbro]

Imagine, if you will, a hetalia au where the axis and allies are trapped on an island, in much the same way as they were in those ww2 episodes, except the island is the island from lost.

I LOVE LOST THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD SHOOOWWWWW!!!

Arthur and Alfred would take on the Jack and Sawyer roles lmao they have totally different ideas of how the island should be ‘run’ or what they should be doing as a group to survive but when they need to team up, they do. Arthur is like Jack, providing and assisting with injuries. Alfred is the Sawyer of the group, wanting to things his own way and being stubborn about it. He also has a gun. It isn’t loaded. But no one knows that yet.

Yao would find a boar and wrestle it to death with his bare hands and everyone would be like ‘what the faaawk??’ cause they weren’t expecting grandpa to break out the badassery just yet damn-

Ivan would get viciously sunburnt within the first fifteen minutes on the island and he’d make it everyone else’s problem. When he scratches his arms and skin flakes come off??? Yao actually gags it’s so gross

Francis would not be any help at all for the first week or so because everyone assumed he’d be too uptight to do any of the dirty work so out of spite, he sits out and tans most of the day “Oi!! Get over here and help us build a tent you bastard!” ��Eh, you don’t need my help. I’m too lazy and uptight~” he ends up being the only one who doesn’t get attacked by wasps when everyone steps on a huge underground nest >:)

Ludwig is very quiet for awhile cause he’s Processing. But once he’s accepted the situation, he goes out hunting alone. He is the one that discovered the polar bear 0-0 in the rain forest 0-0 no one believed him and insisted he was dehydrated until Yao went out at night and saw it too

Feli and Lovi are the first to encounter the black smoke monster. They’re climbing trees to collect fruit and they hear the clicking sounds and SEE IT OHHH LORDIE they drop everything and sprint back, cursing up a storm the entire time

Kiku finds a dog and keeps it :) everyone is concerned that it’s a monster in disguise but Kiku likes it so he keeps it around.

Gilbert is the first one to start going insane. The third day on the island he’s making smoke signals and screaming while everyone else enjoys a quiet breakfast in the shade lmao this is normal Gil behavior. After he’s done freaking out, he cuts the sleeves off his shirt and starts working out on the beach as if nothing happened

Mattie finds a secret stash of syrup and hides it. Everyone is so mad when they find it and this bitch snatches it out of their hands and chugs it. Epic poggers moment

[softquietsteadylove]

For the wildfire one. Gil’s alarm goes off. Out of instinct Thena slightly jumps ready to run out too. but when she realizes she may asks herself if she would go back

Thena slurped up her spaghetti loudly. It was just the absolute best whenever Gil made it, and it was everything she missed while she was out patrolling: it was hot, it was meat that wasn't dehydrated, and it was easy to chew.

Gil said nothing across from her. If he thought her manners were off-putting then he was too sweet to say anything about it. He ate much more politely, twirling his fork and everything.

This was their third dinner together this month.

She was circling tighter and tighter, going less far out each time. And she was stopping by his cabin at least once a week, sometimes twice if she was feeling restless.

He always greeted her warmly, welcomed her inside, asked if she'd eaten and if she wanted to shower. If she was outstaying her welcome with him, she had no way of knowing.

A sharp and rapid beeping sounded from close to the door.

They both looked up sharply, the sound eliciting an instant and instinctive response. They were both trained to recognise that sound above all others.

Gil leapt up from his seat, abandoning his meal and running to his beeper. "Brush fire, there are at least two families in the area we have to make sure don't get trapped."

Thena's gut clenched. Families getting trapped by wildfire were exactly the reason she was no longer part of search and rescue. If anything, her boys were probably already out there. Gil was part of local forces. She didn't have to go out there. She didn't even know if she could anymore.

"You don't have to."

She hadn't even realised it, but she was beside him, leaning over to see the info coming through to him. She had jumped up to respond to the call just like he had. It had happened as automatically as the breath she took.

Gil looked at her more directly. "Thena, look at me."

She must have looked insane for him to be speaking in soft tones, trying to talk her down like a caged animal. "I'm fine."

"You don't have to go out there," he reasserted, squeezing her shoulder. "You're not on rescue duty, you're patrol. The fire is a freak accident, probably a camp that wasn't extinguished properly. It'll be an easy job."

But all she could think about was the hot lick of flames around her, the harsh glow of red and yellow searing her eyes. It consumed her nights, kept her waking in a cold sweat. She loathed and missed it.

But then she thought of Gil. He hadn't been called out in the time she'd known him, at least not for her to witness so directly. He wasn't technically search and rescue--he wasn't a jumper. He was part of ground forces. He had a team, and reported to the local station, and he had training and turnout gear just like the rest of them.

But the idea of him walking into that monster, flames biting at him like white hot teeth--she shook her head.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." He patted her hand, which she was just realising she had put on his arm. Her subconscious was clawing at him. He started to pull away, the soft cotton of his t-shirt sliding out from under her fingers.

"Don't." Both of them were surprised that she said it. She didn't sound like herself. She sounded like a trembling thing, begging him not to go and do his job. Her hand tightened against his arm, "don't."

"Thena," he lamented, already trying to gently peel her off of him. "I have to. But-"

"No!" she snapped, and at least sounded more like herself when she did. Last thing she wanted was to sound like some crying pup with him. "Gil, if it's a brush fire you know it's already twice the size it was when they spotted it."

"You don't know that-"

"Yes, I do!" she bellowed, stepping forward and forcing him back. "I know the wind, I know how it moves with the fire. I know how it swallows things and I felt the air out there today! It was prickly, I should have known better."

Gil's brow furrowed, "lightning? But the towers would have-"

"Sometimes they don't even bother looking, she dismissed. She had radioed in to them and been dismissed enough to know that they were not overly concerned with routine checks. "There must have been a quick strike that started something in the dry lands."

Gil looked at his watch. "That's a lot of time for it to spread, if it's not a small brush fire."

Thena looked out the window of the cabin. There wasn't any smoke, which meant the wind was in their favour. "I have to tell my guys. And you should tell the station to call and ask if there's been any precipitation reports from the other towers."

"What are you doing?" he asked as she went to her bag, digging through it. "Thena?"

"I'm coming with you," she snarled, digging out the heavy gear in her pack that took up more than half the room in it. It wasn't the heaviest, and it wasn't even necessarily the right suit for what they were going to face out there. But it was still fire protection. "You'll need a tracker with you if there are civilians out there."

"Thena, you're not cleared for duty."

She sighed as she pulled on a longer sleeved shirt and then her jacket on over it. She pulled off the elastic she had around her wrist at all times and dragged her hair into a low ponytail she could tuck into her jacket back. "I am."

"But I thought-"

"I was cleared for duty last year, but I didn't think I could take it."

Not even her old crew knew this. She had failed her initial psych eval after her last rescue had resulted in three very young casualties--that part was real. And she had been relegated to patrol duty as a means of sequestering but not firing her. It wasn't good PR to fire a rescuer with severe PTSD (or PTSS, it was being called now, she'd heard).

But she had been cleared to return to work last spring. Technically, she was fit for duty. The only one who didn't think so, was she herself. So she had asked to remain on area patrol. She didn't mention it to her old station, or her boys--no one. No one needed to know she woke every night, shaking and screaming. No one needed to know she couldn't search or rescue ever again.

At least not until she'd gotten Gil out of his cellar and he'd held her like she was the only thing standing between him and death. One stupid hug and she was going soft again.

"I didn't know."

"No one does," she sighed. She stood, kicking off her boots so she could get the incredibly heavy pants on and up her legs. She secured the suspenders and tipped her shoes upward again to jam her feet in. "But I think this is bigger than they even know right now. Finding those families in time will need all hands on deck."

Gil just nodded, also gearing up. He only ever lazed around in standard issue clothes until he could well and truly go to bed anyway. He got his own suspenders clipped as well. "You sure you want to do this?"

Did she see those kids' faces every time she closed her eyes?--yes. But would she think about these families as well if she didn't go with him now?--very much.

"I have to, and so do you," she sufficed to say. "You ready?"

He nodded, pulling his helmet and goggles off the hook by the door last. "You?"

She ignored the question, unclipping her helmet from the outside of her bag and fishing her goggles out of her jacket pocket. It felt familiar, but also foreign after two whole years without it. "Let's go."

They left, Gil not even locking up behind them. He all but threw himself into his truck, Thena climbing in beside him. He picked up the radio first and foremost. "This is Gil, two miles off the 147 southbound. I can hit the lake area and move from there, ETA ten minutes."

"Copy that Gil, we'll have units meet you out there."

He set the radio down, driving full speed as far as the truck could get them before they would have to go on foot. He barely even glanced at her. "Hey."

She didn't respond verbally, gripping the door as they bounced around.

"Wolf," he addressed more fittingly for the situation. He caught her eye darting over to him and decided it was enough. "There's no room for pride out there. It gets too much, you tell me and you fall back. Clear?"

She smiled. The last thing she needed was coddling, no matter how sweet, or well intended. And of course Gil - the big, sweet softie - knew that. She puffed, "clear."

"Copy," he also puffed out a faint, sardonic burst of air. They both had to steel themselves for the fight ahead. But at least they were on the same page. They were ready to be a real team.

And she could have no better partner out there.

[eirabach]

Starcrossed [1/1]

My contribution to @pen-and-ink-week-2020 day one, prompts: camping / steady.

Gordon’s got mud in his hair and splinters in his knees and a blood blister on his palm from a mallet he had absolutely no idea how to use and Virgil -- Virgil needs to wipe that look off his face right this damn second.

“I cannot believe I let you talk me into this.”

Virgil, the bastard, is grinning from ear to ear. “Hey, you asked for my advice and my advice was to do something different and memorable. Not go bury your excrement in the woods memorable. That’s on you, kid.”

Gordon drops back onto the crinkly nylon nest he’s fashioned from their sleeping bags, and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes.

“Oh this is a disaster. This is such a disaster. I need evac. A new name. Safe house. The works.”

Virgil sighs, and taps his tiny holographic foot against the painfully out of place pink leather overnight bag that’s jammed up against the tentpole.

“You’re being over dramatic. She hasn’t actually left.” He pauses, craning his head as though he can’t already see the entirety of the two man tent from the comm’s spot at Gordon’s feet. “Has she?”

“I have sent,” Gordon hisses between clenched teeth, “a member of the aristocracy to fetch firewood.”

“Sounds fair to me, she wants to eat right?” Virgil’s grin is so big it must physically pain him. Gordon hopes so. “Vive la revolution!”

“Vir--gil.”

“Gor-don.”

Beyond the gentle rustling of the wind through the redwoods and the sound of his own internal mental breakdown, comes a high pitched and familiar yelp. Gordon scrambles upright as best he can, clutching the comm to his chest with unsteady hands.

“Oh god, she’s coming back.”

“Yeah, that was the plan right? Gordon --” Virgil’s not grinning quite as big anymore and his voice turns gentle. “It’s gonna be okay. It’s Penelope. And you. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Gordon grimaces, peeling back the tent’s zipper far enough to see her, her hair tucked up under a worn IR branded bobble hat, her back to him as she drops an armful of kindling into the centre of the clearing. “Yeah, I mean, she could realise. And run. Yeah, that’s pretty much what I’m worried about.”

Virgil rolls his eyes. “Gordon --”

“Gordon!”

Virgil squarks unhappily as Gordon tosses the comm over his shoulder.

“Hey! Hi, yes. Hello.”

The tip of Penelope’s nose is pink from the autumn chill, and when she smiles it scrunches up tight as the band that seems to have appeared around his chest..

“You sound surprised to see me.” She moves to peer around him and into the tent proper. ”What are you up to in there?”

“Nothing?”

“Really?” She steps back, gesturing to the woodpile. “Well, since you’re a gentleman of leisure, does this meet with your approval?”

Gordon winces, and begins struggling to extradite himself from the really very much too small tent. Yet another plan that had seemed like such a good idea at the time.

“I didn’t mean like, nothing nothing.”

“Oh of course.” Penelope nods sagely. “The other sort of nothing.”

“Yeah exactl -- Bertie!” A tiny flash of cream and black comes barrelling into him as he tries to untangle the zip, sending Gordon flying back into the tent in a cacophony of tearing fabric. He scrambles back up and stares at the tent door, which is now hanging morosely in raggedy strips. “This is -- kinda a disaster isn’t it?”

Penelope pops her hands on her hips, and smiles down at him fondly. 

“Oh I don’t know, I can’t see any Thunderbirds swooping down to save the day.”

Gordon groans. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Oh come along, darling. Fresh air, nature, what’s not to love?” She steps forward, and drops to her knees in the leaf mulch before him. “You’re not getting spoiled by your tropical island lifestyle are you?”

“Uh, this was my idea?”

“So I recall. Sold to me on the promise of ‘smores and cuddling and really darling --” she taps her watch. “I seem to be suffering from a distinct lack of either.”

Gordon slaps at the remains of the tent doorway and clambers out, pulling Penelope to her feet as he does so. Behind them Bertie is busy tugging a tartan blanket free, his tail wagging frantically as he wraps himself up in it.

“Sorry,” he says, wrapping his arms around her waist and swaying slightly as she leans back to place her own arms around his neck. “That’s very remiss of me.”

“Very,” she says, and goes to rest her cheek on his shoulder. “Is there something wrong, Gordon?”

The leaves crunch under their feet and Gordon buries his nose in the soft wool of the ugly hat. It smells like her perfume and ozone and island heat and he’d wondered where she’d gone and got it from and huh, now he knows.

“You stole my hat.”

“I borrowed it.”

“That’s a crime, Penelope.”

“Are you trying to change the subject?”

“Are you trying to get away with stealing my hat?”

Penelope draws back, soft smile replaced by a line between her brows that makes Gordon’s chest hurt. “You can have it back, you know.”

“No -- god no. You look way better in it than I ever did anyway,” he smiles a little brighter for her, and kisses the line until it melts away. “Sorry if I’m being weird. I kinda -- I don’t know. Nervous, I guess.”

And then she’s smiling again, and the world rights itself slightly. “I am threateningly attractive in this hat.”

“Oh, very.”

“And you do have to prove your manliness to me.”

“Oh?” The world tilts again, but for very different reasons as Penny pushes her body against his. “I think I can probably --”

And then she’s gone, practically prancing across the clearing to the pile of wood. She holds two pieces up, her lip between her teeth, and wriggles her eyebrows at him.

“You promised me ‘smores.”

---

He proves his manly worth eventually, and the campfire he coaxed and wheedled into existence burns bright as the full moon rises overhead. 

He’d brought camp chairs, but they sit abandoned where he’d dumped them, and the two of them lie side by side on the blanket Bertie had liberated, cooling cups of tea at their sides, their breathing steady and rhythmic under a spinning, starbright sky.

“It rather puts everything into perspective, don’t you think?”

“Hmm?”

Penelope waves a hand up at the sky. “All -- all of everything. Sometimes it all can feel a little overwhelming, and then I think -- well.” She drops her hand, wriggles a little closer into his side. “I think that sometimes it’s all too easy to forget that this whole planet of ours -- every one on it -- we are so terribly tiny aren’t we?”

“Jesus, Pen.” He pinches her side slightly, squeezing his arm underneath her as she jumps and pulling her as tight against him as he can manage. “I get enough short jokes at home.”

“Oh ha ha, I don’t mean that in a bad way --”

“That I’m short?”

She smacks at his belly, and her laugh rings through the trees and out into the universe. “Gordon!”

“Sorry, sorry.”

Penny shakes her head slightly. She’s lost the hat at some point during the evening, and her hair catches on the rough blanket, tickles his nose. “I just -- sometimes I need reminding that I’m allowed this, that’s all. That we have a place.”

“Tell me about it.” It’s hardly more than a breath, hardly out loud at all, but Penny’s hand settles on his where it lies at her waist and her fingers twist tight between his own.

The moonlight forms a silvery halo around her upturned face, her soft breaths forming little puffs of cloud that float and fizzle away in the chill night air, and it’s just the two of them, the rest of the world banished from the circle of the campfire’s light. It’s -- it’s a moment.

Gordon’s other hand settles in the pocket of his jacket, and he grips the velveteen box tightly as he tries to steady his nerves. Imagines Virgil, the way he’d rolled his eyes and said, what’s the worst that could happen?

And Gordon looks at Penelope and Penelope looks at the stars and he thinks forever.

I could lose this forever.

And he thinks -- he thinks -- he can’t.

He uncurls his fingers from the box, slips his hand free to thumb at a chocolatey smear on her cheek. Penelope turns her face into the palm of his hand and sighs.

“Thank you,” she says. “I needed this.” 

Gordon goes to scoff, but then she’s dipping her head to drop a kiss to his wrist and his heartbeat skitters and skips under her lips.

“Take me to bed?”

She doesn’t have to ask twice.

---

Morning has brought a bright autumnal dawn, perfect yellow light pouring through the poorly pinned doorway to settle on the dew damp curls at Penelope’s temples, freckles burnished gold against her cheeks.

He’s seen a lot of beautiful things in his life. Beautiful places. Corals, neon pink and orange in a turquoise sea, otherworldly sunsets, cave systems that glow lilac with phosphorescence, the way a mother’s face twists when he places their lost baby back in their arms.

He doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything as beautiful as this.

Penny’s all twisted up in the sleeping bags, the zips long abandoned, her hair wild with static, her arm thrown over her head. There’s a pug snoring between her knees, her elbow’s half an inch from his nose, her lips are chapped from the chill air, and he loves her. God, but he loves her.

And Gordon -- Gordon can’t help it. He leans over, kisses the tip of her cold nose and whispers;

“Marry me.”

Blue eyes snap open shrewd and bright, so bright, that the part of Gordon that’s not currently freaking the fuck out wonders, briefly, if her perfect peaceful sleep was just a bit too perfect. “Pardon?”

Oh, oh this is not the way this is meant to happen. No. No way. He wriggles away from her as best he can, backs himself right up until the tent is sticking to his back and Penny -- Penny is staring at him as though he’s actually lost the plot.

He’s totally lost the plot.

She’s worrying her lip between her teeth, that furrow back between her brows and oh god he’s fucking this up isn’t he. He knew he would. He knew it. “Gordon, did you --”

“No! No, not -- not no -- just hang on -- hang on I was meant to do this -- stand up.” He gestures, a tad wildly, and Penelope blinks at him. Maybe she had actually been sleeping after all. Maybe he can convince her this is some sort of terrible nightmare.

“I -- excuse me?”

He takes an unsteady breath, attempts to gather whatever wits he possesses, and scuffles around for his discarded jacket. His fingers finally close around the box, and he squeezes his eyes shut. At least he’s already on his knees. “You gotta -- you gotta stand up.”

“I don’t think -- “ she starts, but then he’s pulling the box out of his pocket and even though he literally would rather okay face a tsunami naked than open his eyes, he can still hear her sharp intake of breath. Oh god. 

“Okay -- okay darling, look at me all right?” He opens one eye, risks a glance upward to see her bent almost double, the cross pole of the tent across her shoulders. “There now, better?”

“Penelope --”

Maybe he feels the tension, or maybe he is just a tiny little asshole, but this, this moment, is the very moment Bertie chooses to rouse from his slumber and leap up at Penelope’s legs.

He launches himself with such force that the slippery nylon that makes up their bed shifts, and Penelope, already off balance and folded like a half shut knife, jumps in shock. The cross pole shudders and -- oh, shit.

Penelope lands in a heap, and the tent follows her collapsing on top of them like one of grandma’s souffles. Bertie whimpers unhappily, wriggling his way free of a sea of wet nylon to force himself bodily between them. He laps at Gordon’s shaking hand, then looks up at Penny with huge, innocent eyes.

Bertie, Gordon decides, has been spending far too much time with Parker. 

He goes to tell Penny as much, but to his horror he sees big, fat tears rolling down her cheeks, her eyes red and rimmed black with yesterday’s mascara. He scans her for wounds, protruding tent poles, anything that might explain the funny little gasping sounds she’s making, as though she can’t quite catch her breath.

“Are you hurt? What -- did you sprain something? Tell me where it hurts.”

Penelope shakes her head fiercely. “No, no I’m not hurt.”

She half laughs, a strained, breathless little thing, and moves to hover her hand over the little box. 

Gordon looks down. Penelope might be not quite touching it, but Bertie is resting his nose against the golden clasp holding it closed and looking up at Gordon like -- 

Like even the dog can’t quite believe the mess he’s making of this. 

“Oh don’t -- I’m sorry Penny, I’m sorry-- don’t cry. Oh wow, this has gone even worse than I expected.”

She laughs again, he can feel it against the crown of his head as he tries very hard to curl up into himself and disappear entirely. “Gordon Tracy, you are the most ridiculous man --”

“Don’t rub it in Pen, jeez.”

“Will you let me finish?” Her voice is sharp, and he snaps his head up. She’s smiling all the same, even though her cheeks are still streaked with tears “Thank you.” He just nods, lost for words, lost entirely and just waiting for her next words to set him back up. To show him where to go. They’re close enough in the wreckage of the tent for her to rest her forehead against his, her words quite as a whisper but all the clearer for them. “You asked me once if you were my favourite.”

Gordon swallows hard. “Yeah. I remember.”

She smiles, and their noses knock together. “Ask me again.”

“Am I your favourite?”

A huff of breath against his mouth. Irritable, but so close, so much closer than he’d ever thought he deserved. “Not that.”

“Wh--” And she pulls back, just enough. Just enough that he can see himself reflected in her pupils, blown wide and dark and waiting. “Oh.”

“Oh. And I’m not getting up.”

He spares a glance around them, the tent now more a cocoon than anything else. “Don’t think either of us are.”

“Gordon.” She reaches for the box with shaking hands, opens it, pulls out the ring and presses it into his hand. Rose gold. Pink, of course. Pretty and delicate and set with a stone that has outlived its last owner by some twenty years. There’s a scar across its surface, avalanche blue, but he kinda likes that. The promise of outlasting whatever the universe throws at them. Penelope’s breath catches, as she withdraws her right hand to scrub at flushed cheeks, leaves her left in his. “Ask me again.”

“Oh. Right.” There’s that. The asking. He takes another deep breath. Steadier. Certain. “Penelope,” he says, and man she’s still crying but she’s nodding and that -- that seems positive, right? He powers on. There’d been a speech. He’d practiced it on Alan, who’d swooned very beautifully right off the balcony and into the pool. He doesn’t bother with it now. Sticks to the basics. “I am an idiot.”

“Yes you are,” she agrees, and her smile, her smile is brighter than the sunshine, brighter than anything. It’s the only light he needs, the only hope.

“Do you think you could maybe marry me anyway?”

She kisses him, hot and open, tears salty on her lips and a plea on her tongue and together --

Together they taste like yes.

[pastaaa-bird]

ahhhhhhhh l had a Hetalia superhero AU that l haven't thought of for ages so uh rant about it

SO hetalia characters but they are Superherossssss l didn't really develop the plot too much and just had animatics of songs in my head planned out

The basic idea of this AU is that it's a world where superhero exists all over the globe, half the story falls into classic superhero tropes and the other is my interpution of how superheros would be like if they were real

The plot is grossly underdeveloped, basically there is some global threat to many countries so the strongest heros from each country are joined together to defeat this threat to their citizens

NOWWWW the charactersssss

l'll start with the Vargas

Feliciano and Lovinooooo

The two are twins who developed their powers from their father who had gotten it from his father(their grandfather)

Roma is a retired hero who had multiple powers and claims that he won the powers against a God in a some sort of bet game, he refuse to explain who it was or how

Many people have doubts in him but the man refuses to say that it could be from anything else

Roma's powers are that he is significantly more advanced then the average human being. Super strength, unhumanly fast, able to leap up a great height, quick self healing and skilled reflexes

Although these powers are all amazing they do have major backlash for him becauee it is extremely tiring to use all this power and leaves him a well known wanted gone target. Due to all of that he was forced to retire early. His children grandchildren each inhereted one of his powers

Seborga(l don't have a human name for him), his grandson, inhereted his leaping abilties but didn't take up the "Superhero" life-Seborga's twin cousins on the othet hand did. Although he has helped out before but 90% of the time stays out of it for safety reasons and simply not wanting that life

Feliciano's power is that he is able to move FAR faster then the average human, l wouldn't say fast enough to not be been but fast enough to be seen as blurry

Downside is that he can tire himself but not as much as an average person moving as fast as he does, more like feeling like you just walked a while and feeling slightly tired or if he tried he fastest to run then it would feel like running a marathon unprepared

His power is mostly used for running away rather then running into action but since he is much faster then normal people he can easily avoid up close attacks by dogying them. He could use his power for attacks but he'd rather sticking to defense. Feliciano hates when he has to be in a direct fight and even though he is great at get aways he still mentally freaks out everytime butttt he really does love the rush of it

Lovino's power is enhanced self healing, more or less he can quickly heal from injuries quite quickly. Downside is that it can be tiring to heal himself quickly if he hasn't eaten beforehand or in general if the injury is severe. He can still feel pain but the fast self healing either stops the pain or leaves it with a slight ache pain you get when a fairly bad imjury has just about healed

Lovino has issues with his power not being a combat one in anyway. He can't help but view his power as a let down since yes it is an advantage to heal fast but he would much rather a power that could help him improve his fighting. Because(yes l'm starting with because)of this he really pushes him self to improving fighting naturally althought it is very difficult and challenging for him, he took up boxing classes amd created his own work out schedule. He really wants to probe himself, especially to his grandfather

The two are a pair, like l said before they are taught by their grandfather. Roma organises prerty much everything for them, gives them the plan and strategies

The song l imagined them to is "LA Devotee"

l imagine it opening at a sunny rich holiday spot area showing off that and then showing glimses of 2 guys in particular(Lovino with sunglasses in a white sports car and Roma listening to some mircophone speaker thing in his ear sitting at a table with an umbrella along with tourists) and shady looking men

Then at the first "black magic" line, Feliciano bursts through a crowd of the tourists with the sketchy guys watching two of their men chase after Feliciano so they follow too

The verse is him being chased and dogging the attempts to grab him, really just him going through his restort place

at the line "the sun sets" l imagine Feliciano running on some uhhhhh pond? Those man made long lake things idk what to call them, and like if this was a movie the camera following up so the sun shines down bright making him look all shiny and cool then it goes down again

Feliciano manges to loose all but one of the men(some fell in the water, ran into things etc because of Feli's quick movements and changes in direction)

When it says ",You got bleached out eyes from the valley sand" l imagine that it's Lovino geting out of the car and sneaky around looking and waiting and then at the second "black magic line" it's Feliciano quickly handing him some tiny sliver box( size of an orange) which he puts in the car and Felicinao puts on some jacket with a hood, sunglass, puts the hood of the car up and drives away

Lovino pyhsically fights the last remaing guy. The guy keeps hurting him but Lovino recovers as if nothing happens which confuses and frustrates the man. Eventually Lovino knocks out the man and looks surprised with himself then speaks something into his own ear piece(like Roma's), it flashes to Roma nodding and leaving his place at his table

at the very last "the black magic" line l imagine it showing Feliciano on a completely blank road with no cars around and flashes to what he had done beforr bursting through that crowd. It shows him taking tricking guards, tying them up and then taking the sliver box

anddddddddd l'm tired of typing so uh l might finish this off later since l had stuff for Gil, Ludwig, Alfred, Matthew, Arthur and Erzsébet already planned out

yeah uh sorry this is cringy

l'm too tired to proof read thi

[ladyinfierno]

2 and 52!

Since you didn't specify a ship of course I'll go with my OTP ;D

Royal AU + Marriage of Convenience AU - PrUK

Oh boy, I love royal aus with a passion so this might be long, thanks for asking!

- Okay so we have Prince Arthur, who is the second youngest of the Kirkland royal family and as such has never bothered to think about marriage. Not only because he's far from becoming king, but also because he couldn't care less about the diplomatic nightmare that is a royal wedding.

- And then we have Gilbert Beilschmidt, who spent all his childhood wanting to be a knight to go fight wars, and instead is put on babysitting duty as the personal guard of Prince Arthur in his late teens.

- They of course have a rough beginning, with Gilbert blaming the young prince for his crushed knightly dream and Arthur just dreading the need of a guard 24/7 who is a constant reminder that he's not really free to do what he wants.

- Gilbert is always complaining about how hard Arthur is making his job, having to run behind him all the time trying to keep him alive and in one piece, if one of the Royal sons were to return to the palace without all the fingers in his hand he was pretty sure he'd lose some part of himself a bit more important. Say, his head.

- Still, 90% of the time he ends up helping in whatever scheme the other is involved this time and enjoying it. This is always brought up as evidence of how Arthur ingrained the troublemaker mindset into Gilbert and not the other way around.

- An uncommon but hardly unexpected friendship is formed, and they practically grow up together into adulthood.

- SPARRING TOGETHER. While Arthur had a different teacher for his sword and bow classes, they're both competitive assholes and don't need an excuse for a friendly match every now and then. Gilbert always wins, and aside from bragging about it he always points that "The day you defeat me in combat, you should probably find a better skilled guard for you."

- Everything is happiness until one day the King and Queen announce they're holding a ball for their still-single-son's birthday, to try and find him a good suitor to give his hand in marriage.

- Arthur is livid. How dare they! But he can't really refuse, since they're the Kings, so of course he tries to find a loophole. The ball is taking place and he can't help it, but if he were to already have chosen a suitor then he can avoid that part of the event, right?

- Did I mention Francis is the Royal pastry chef™ and one of Arthur's BFF? Well, he is. And together with Gilbert they try to find a way to get Arthur out of this problem. Cue Gilbert having those "I don't like the idea of him marrying someone but I don't know why" thoughts.

- AND THEN the revelation: The Beilschmidts aren't a family of knights, no sir, they're a higher status family.

- "Isn't he kind of a noble then?" "What?" "Ohh yes, the Beilschmidt family owns a little state, his father is a lord!" "Wait, what-?" "Then he qualifies" "What do you-?" "Congratulations my friend! You are to marry Prince Arthur Kirkland of Britannia!" "WHAT"

- And after a bit of complaining he accepts, because they don't really have a better idea, and there's the promise to just keep this up until his parents realise they'd rather his son being single than married to his own guard.

- Plot twist: That doesn't happen. They're not the happiest about Gilbert's background but both rulers agree that "they had seen something like this coming" and both Arthur and Gilbert are left speechless, and can't even complain about that assumption because, well, they're supposed to be in love.

- Gilbert's friends from the Royal guard are now a bit afraid to talk and joke with him like always, he's not only Prince Arthur's guard now, but his betrothed. Everyone is a bit confused now on how to address him, they even wonder why he's still assigned to be a guard in the first place. (It's because Arthur managed to convince his mother with a tale about feeling safer with him.)

- They're both freaking out. Francis thinks it's hilarious.

- Ludwig feels really hurt that his own brother didn't inform him about the engagement and Gilbert wants to scream once he discloses the whole ordeal because "Oh... but you do love him, right?" "WhAT- why would you say that?" "It's kind of obvious...?" So Gil has to smack him in the head.

- ARTHUR'S BROTHERS. Just. Arthur's brothers going for a hunt together for the first time in years and hunting down an albino deer or boar, and then cooking it themselves in a fire pit in the middle of the castle. Warnings should not be subtle, after all.

- Things get awkward between them, since they still have to spend practically all day together, and every now and then a counsellor or teacher or even the cooks and maids would congratulate them on their engagement, so they smile (or try to) and thank them.

- Of course there's a lot of denial and desperate attempts to come up with a new plan that doesn't involve marrying but preparations are already being made for the event so the desperate part is very, very real.

- Not really sure how I want them to finally accept they are in love after all, probably this part right here is the slow burn I always struggle with :v

- BUT I do know there needs to be a scene where Gilbert walks Arthur to his room, like all nights since he became his guard, and they just linger in the dim light of the corridor. "...Well, good night, your highness." "...Good night, Gil." But neither attempt to move away, lost in each other's gaze. Gilbert leans forward slowly, Arthur's breath hitches while anticipation blooms in his chest, he closes his eyes... And feels a soft kiss on the cheek, with a whispered "Night, Art." And the soldier turns on his heel and goes away, for the first time not waiting for the Prince to enter his room before leaving.

- Also asexual or demisexual Gilbert and nobody questions him about it? Yes, thanks.

- Aaaand I'm not sure how this would end, I like the idea of them marrying, getting to know their own feelings of course, but nothing... really changing. They both never thought about romance or anything of the sort because, for them, staying together forever was just a fact. Gilbert had pledged his soul to protect Arthur with his life and that was that.

- Maybe just pointing out how now, at the end of the day, Gilbert still walks Arthur to his room and when he says good night and kisses him goodbye, Arthur shoves his face half-heartedly and drags him inside with him.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Daughter of the honorable thief - part 9 - Harry Hook x Hood!Reader - part p3

HOLY SHIT ITS BEEN 5 MONTHS SINCE I UPDATED THIS STORY?!?! 

IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!!!!

no clothes previews this time guys sorry

=

Harry chucked a baseball at the final target, the red and white circle collapsing and the ding of the bell sounded.

“and we have a winner! Take your pick of any prize on the wall!” the worker cheered, gesturing to the wall of prizes, Harry hummed, tapping the counter.

“ill get tha’ shirt” harry pointed to a red T-shirt, the worker raised its brow, grabbing a shirt from a box.

“you sure, that’s one of our low prizes?” Harry shrugged, taking the shirt and stuffing it in his bag.

“eh, not really big on stuff animals or anything else” the worker nodded, waving harry goodbye as he started to help another customer.

Harry walked off, making his way to Johnny rockets, where you, Erza, Gil, Uma, and Harriet sat out front waiting for him, a chocolate shake in his spot.

Harry plopped down next to you, humming as he started to gulp down his shake. “you have fun?” Uma asked, tossing a fry in her mouth.

“aye” he nodded, detaching from his straw and digging into his burger “the dude was surprised that I won so easily”

“I bet, a lot of these games are rigged against the older people (a/n: this is not a fact, im just saying stuff)” Erza spoke up, letting Uma steal a bacon strip from her plate.

you shrugged, swallowing the last of your sandwich, “not really, some people are just really bad at those games”

“alright but!” Erza poked your nose “you gotta admit the damn claw machines are rigged”

“oh definitely, so rigged I hate those fucking things” you huffed, rolling your eyes and tossing a fry in your mouth and drinking your salted caramel shake.

Gil dug the Knotts map from his bag, flopping it back open on the table and asking “what are we doing next?”

you and Erza leaned over the map, Erza pointing to Hangtime, while you pointed at pony express.

Harry and Gil shook their heads “no, hangtime no that didn’t feel good/ I ain't going on tha’ death trap”

The six of you stood, throwing away your trash and making your way to pony express.

“hey, guys!”

Harriet turned, seeing Ben, Mal, Jay, Evie, Carlos, and Jane waving over to them, Evie and jay trotting over.

Evie and Uma hugged, Erza glaring at the girl slightly, softening up when you nudged her, and Jay and Gil did a little handshake.

“so what are you guys doing next?” Ben asked, arm around Mals shoulder as she and Uma exchanged nods.

“pony express, Erza wanted to go on hangtime again but fuck that” Harriet grumbled, crossing her arms and walking toward ghost town.

“oh, can we go with?” Carlos perked up, you all looked at each other and shrugged, you waving for them to follow you.

“yeah, more the merrier!”

 =

Dude perked up, wriggling around in Carlos’ arms, yelling to be let down. “hey Carlos, put me down I smell something?!”

Carlos huffed “I know, you smell the hotdogs, im not letting you down”

“no-no!” dude yelped, hopping out of Carlos’ arms and sniffing the air “it smells like….toxic stuff!”

Mal gasped, her eyes turning green and staring at the air around them.

“Guys there's a weird magic mist in the air, its not good!”

You looked up, seeing nothing but you believed mal, grabbing Harry's wrist and started to run, yelling for the group to follow you out.

“let's go, now! Follow me!”

The vks scrambled to follow you, Erza easily catching up to you. You nodded at each other and Erza bolted off, looking for a security officer.

“We have to leave, this might be an attack on the vks” you yelled out, watching as people around you started to cough heavily, panic ensuing around you.

“Attention all personnel and park-goers, there has been a toxic substance released into the air, please immediately exit the park.”

The people around you started to panic, running off in different directions.

“oh my god?!” you looked up, the clear skies disappearing as the invisible toxin appeared, the dark green smoke surrounding you.

“RUN!” you screamed, motioning for everyone to cover their mouth and nose and bolting towards the exits for the park.

“THIS WAY, QUICKLY!” you looked to the right, there was an old entrance opened for all to get out quickly, workers guiding people out, gas masks protecting them.

You grabbed Harry's wrist, dragging him with you and out the park, you turned around, eyes widening as the smoke formed a dome.

Whoever was doing this, it was a direct attack against the vks, or the smoke would have been everywhere, not just in Knotts.

=

The bus was quiet, not a word from any of the kids on the bus, the driver staring blankly at the road as he drove back to Auradon.

It had been five hours since the attack at Knotts, all who had been in the main park had been tested and cleansed by fairy godmother and medical professionals for any effects from the smoke.

You stared out the window, a million theories going through your head. Harry was next to Harriet, whos arm was tight around his shoulders, fingers twitching and picking at her pants.

Erza sat next to you, messing with the bracelet on your wrist, her leg bouncing nervously on the floor.

Gil and Uma sat in the back, Uma tucked into his side and playing with his phone.

You looked around, seeing Jane and Audrey at the front of the bus, the two girls holding onto each other tightly, Audrey looking back at the vks with a worried gaze.

Her gaze turned to you, mouthing ‘are they okay?’

You shrugged, turning back to the window.

What a sour end to an amazing weekend.

=

Later that night, after you all had gotten back to Auradon, you sat in a large pillow fort in your room, as yours was the biggest out of the group.

You, Uma, Harry, Gil, Erza, and Harriet all sat on bean bags, staring sleepily at the tv, a lighthearted movie playing on the screen.

You sighed, sipping your (fav soda/drink) and slouching in your chair bag thing.

“well, today sucked” you muttered, the vks and Erza groaning back at you.

“you can say that agai’n hood” Erza huffed, stuffing Cheetos in her mouth “started out awesome and then that shit happens”

“at least we get the rest of the week off to cope n stuff” Uma mumbled, stealing a Cheeto from Erza.

“yeah that was nice of FG” Gil perked up “and we’re getting free food delivery to our rooms!”

“that’s because” Harry spoke up, pointing a fry at Gil “we’re on quarantine for the rest of the week”

“yeah and if it goes on longer well probably switch to online classes till FG knows for sure no one is sick from the smoke” Harriet poked Erza, making grabby hands as a coke can.

Erza handed it over as she nodded “yeah hopefully it doesn’t come to that”

“well,” you sighed, eyes turning back to the movie “let's hope they find out who did it”

“yeah”

===

“it didn’t work! How did it not work! Those vks are still alive and (y/n) is still hanging out with that hooked freak!”

“practice, you're time will come and soon (y/n) will be all yours”

“she better be”

---end of part 9---

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Top 10 Male TV Characters (In No Particular Order)

Gilbert Blythe (Anne With An E)

What’s there to say about Gilbert Blythe that hasn’t already been said? He’s one of the most iconic literary leading men ever. And been adapted amazingly by Jonathan Crombie and most recently by Lucas Jade Zumann. I think one the reasons that Gil’s character has still held up so much, is that he was a guy who was attracted to Anne partly because she was smart. They were both at the top of their class, and Gil never really felt threatened. He respected Anne, and loved her for who she was. In Anne With An E, they really gave the character some more depth that I really appreciated. Lucas makes you feel so much sympathy for that character cause of his amazingly real performance.

Lenny Bruce (The Marvelous Mrs Maisel) 

Seriously, I don’t know too much about Lenny Bruce the real life comedian, but Luke Kirby’s characterization of him is one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. The charm!! The charisma!! The beauty!! Every single time he’s on screen, it’s absolutely captivating and he elevates every episode he’s in. Also Luke Kirby has such respect for Lenny and you can tell any time he talks about him, the amount of care and research he put into this role. There’s a reason he won a freaking Emmy for this role!!! He’s by far the best part of The Marvelous Mrs Maisel.

Stanley Barber (I Am Not Ok With This)

Stanley Barber!!!!!!!!! He’s another character who brings so much to the show. I Am Not Ok With This would be good without him.... but would it be a show that I would be a fan of... probably not. Wyatt is such an amazing actor, he can play the drama and the comedy so equally well. Stanley should be protected at all costs!!!

Luke Danes (Gilmore Girls)

Luke is such a good guy. So strong not just physically but also emotionally. He’s such a rock, and a dependable guy. A fantastic dad to both April and Rory!!! An amazing husband (not perfect.... but then again who is) to Lorelai. A great uncle to Jess. Luke is an indispensable presence in Gilmore Girls.

Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things)

I think out of all the characters in Stranger Things, I relate the most to Mike. We are both extremely loyal and would die for those we care about. We are both passionate people, and very emotional (though I would say that Mike is a little more moody than I am). I also relate to being way ahead of my peers in certain ways. I recall being a little girl and crushing hard on the boys around me, while my peers were still in the cooty stages. That’s really Mike is S1, where he’s all into El and all his friends are like forget girls, let’s play D&D. All this to say... an attack on Mike is an attack on me!!! So come at me bro!!!!! :)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Steve “The Hair” Harrington. King of Hawkins High himself. Mr Cool. Mr Funny. Ninja. Babysitter. I love Steve so much... words can’t even describe. I can even boast of being a Steve defender since S1. I knew the moment he called himself “Ninja” after stumbling through Nancy’s window, that he couldn’t be all bad!!!! It’s all thanks to Joe’s charm, charisma, and sense of humor that we have the Steve we know and love.

Jim Hopper (Stranger Things)

Hopper is such an fantastic and well rounded/interesting character. I love how protective and caring he is. Total badass, and I am indescribably happy that we will continue to see his beautiful face in future seasons. David is such an underrated actor, the fact that he hasn’t won an Emmy is a travesty.

Logan Echolls (Veronica Mars)

LOGAN!!!! There is no greater TV character arc than Logan Echolls, he went from being a completely deplorable character in S1 to Season 4 where he’s one step away from a saint. In S1, he’s one step away from being a psychopath, and then they start to peel the layers and you see that his dad is abusive, his dad is also an actor so he has papparazzi on his back all the time cause he’s the son of a famous actor. His mother then commits suicide.... and SPOILER ALERT..... his dad turns out to be a psychotic murderer who killed Logan’s ex girlfriend and then his dad proceeded to attempt to murder his current girlfriend. This kid has been through more than anyone ever should. But Logan realizes his flaws and works to be a better person. He goes into the navy (which leads to Logan in a uniform.... need I say more). He also goes to therapy and betters himself. Every time he came on screen during S4, I couldn’t help but swoon. He’s such a hero and such an amazing man, who bettered himself and made himself worthy of Veronica. Even though, Veronica was not her greatest during S4 and could have benefited from therapy herself.

Burton Guster (Psych)

Gus is so funny. Yes, a lot of Psych centers around Shawn, but the show would be nothing without Gus. He’s funny, dynamic, and a sensible figure. Which Shawn desperately needs. Also Dule Hill is an tremendous actor and the fact that he is able to get into that character so easily for the movies, years after the series ended is so unique. 

Shawn Spencer (Psych)

I kind of went into Shawn in Gus’ section. It’s hard to think of different things to say about him, cause over the years Shawn and Gus kind of become like one unit. Shawn is hilarious and dynamic. I love what a talented investigator he is. He could have been a police officer if he wanted to be. After all, he did get 100% on his detective exam. I love the trope of a guy who doesn’t really take a lot seriously or really apply himself and then you peel the layers and find that he’s really an elite detective or whatever (you can fill in the blank).