#and I don’t want to make her too complicated since I draw her a lot 🥲🥲🥲

[swordmaid]

thinking about shri’iia with a lip piercing…….passes out

[ririabeam]

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗗𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻

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I drew this to cope with my birthday depression.

Took 5 months. I also wanted to beat my old manhwa from 5 years ago.

-- Long post ahead! It's my WIPS and thought process. --

Junko is my comfort character as she's the only character I know who hates her birthday.

(Screenshot from Ultimate Talent Development Plan)

I know she’s a villain who has done a lot of bad things, but finding comfort and liking her doesn’t mean I excuse her actions.

A lot of painful feelings went into this, even in Mukuro's perspective so please respect it 🙏🏻

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- WIPS & Thought Process -

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Story Script Writing:

A lot of thoughts and feelings went into my script.

-I removed sentences like “For giving me cake!” as I wanted to do more showing than telling.

-“Why do you seem so happy Mukuro?” is changed to “Why are you smiling like that, Mukuro?” as I wanted the sentence to focus more on the thing Ryoko noticed. Mukuro would definitely be happy celebrating Ryoko’s birthday, and the new sentence would help to understand how Ryoko interpreted that Mukuro was more happy than usual.

-“good day” is changed to “great day” for greater emphasis of Ryoko’s happiness.

-A pun is done on “live”, I wanted this sentence to convey the complicated feelings of Junko. She doesn’t want to “live” a “fabricated happy lie” as it goes against her honesty moral. But there’s also a part of her that doesn’t want to kill Ryoko, as she doesn’t want to “leave” this “fabricated happy lie”. She wants to be happy as Ryoko, even if it’s a lie.

This part is a big reference and a reply to Danganronpa Zero.

The background texts are quotes from Danganronpa Zero.

Junko saying “What the hell? Hope?” is a reference to Danganronpa Zero’s ending:

Reading Danganronpa Zero feels like it’s saying something to me: “We are trapped in a loop of despair and hope.” and I’m replying with this part as a “Yes, I agree.”

Junko being confined in her mind is another thing I like about her too. 

I feel the moment we are born, we are trapped, that’s why I ended this comic with “I wish I wasn’t born.”

The moment I’m born, I’m unwanted and worthless, a monster.

I’m trapped in my mind, in other people’s judgements and expectations, and there’s no way out.

I can’t just turn invisible and there’s always something for people to judge and hate. And that hurts when it’s something important to you or you can’t change about yourself.

But even with all the pain, I think of hope to carry on and it’s a loop to fight to live.

I think I make progress with healing but then I’d think wth I’m made to work on this. Cause my life is already scripted from the moment I was born— I’m scripted to have this trauma, this story made my personality and character so in the end I’m still trapped.

So that’s another reason why I find Junko a comforting character and why I feel birthday depression.

I thought of the story first before I thought of the characters who would play it, so I had to make sure it’s in character. 

Things like if Mukuro would say “AU” or “Alternate Universe”. I felt since she spent a lot of time with Junko who knows a lot about these things, she would have heard of this and know the short form term for it. Especially since she had to be Junko at some point.

Since it’s a story about Birthday Depression, my thoughts instantly went to Junko then to Mukuro. It was the perfect story theme to write for them especially cause they are the despair sisters. 

Plus, they are two characters I can feel their struggles and feelings deeply for, so I can write and draw deeply for this story.

Birthdays tend to be happy, and I felt the only kinda right time I can talk about my birthday depression would be on their day.

I felt suffocated and lost myself over the past few years, as I felt I needed to be happy no matter what. When I opened up about sadness and my struggles, people would hate and invalidate me for it. I feel my art reflects that, I don’t like looking back at my old art. It lacked my true feelings, but I feel I’m finding myself again in my Mirai Nikki and Danganronpa art.

For the past few years I tried to celebrate my birthday to try to make myself happy about it but in the long run it didn’t work. I appreciate everyone who celebrated with me all these years still, but now I’m trying to overcome it in another way— facing despair instead of trying to cover it with hope.

I think I’ve learnt a lot about myself and understood myself better through this comic’s process.

Layout Plan:

You can see that things were changed in the final from my layout plan X’D haha

In page 2, Mukuro’s 1st panel is changed so composition is better.

In page 3, after seeing Ryoko as Junko, Mukuro is reaching out her hand instead of placing it on her chest. I wanted it to feel like Mukuro wants to reach out to Ryoko at that moment, like trying to get a wish she knows isn’t real.

In page 5, binary code is replaced with texts from Danganronpa Zero’s story so it reinforces the idea of “a life already fully planned out”.

Lining Process:

I struggled with this part the most as anatomy and poses is not my strong point.

I asked my friend, Setsuya, for help with my poses and redrew the same pose many times for this comic. I really wanted to convey the feelings for this comic right especially since it’s very personal to me. Big thanks to her for helping me so much, I feel I improved a lot from this! 🥺 <3

1st panel of 1st page is the hardest to draw, I’m laughing at my first try of Mukuro who looks like she’s forced to be there 😂:

With suggestions from my friend of how to improve, I tried to improve everyone’s poses:

^ 

Mukuro’s pose was changed to look more fondly at Ryoko, happy to be there and relaxed haha.

Ryoko’s pose was changed to look more delighted and happy about the cake (Which helps to convey the line I removed from my script, “For giving me cake!”)

Matsuda’s pose was changed to look a bit more annoyed about still cares for Ryoko (shown by him still looking at her from the corner of his eyes even though his head is turned away)

And haha I forgot Ryoko’s legs can be seen due to the table frills being transparent, so I had to go back and draw her legs X’D

For this panel, a lot of thoughts went into what things I should place, how they are placed, and what kind of items it should be e.g.

I wanted it to tell the story of what happened before all the characters gathered here, what their feelings are towards each other, and how they are like as individual characters :3

I was thinking Mukuro and Matsuda love Ryoko so much they spoil her by buying a giant cake haha X’D So that’s why there’s a plastic knife instead of a real knife— to show that the cake was bought.

I think they decided not to cook as they would fight about it… (idk if they know how to cook tbh)

I chose strawberry shortcake cause white = purity and red strawberries = blood X’D Kinda like Ryoko-

I was about to draw neatly cut and placed cakes but I think... Ryoko is bad at cutting… X’D so the cakes are lying flat with the cream a bit splattered on their plates.

The table cloth, spoons and plates are all elegant and neat cause Mukuro prepared it for Ryoko :3 I don’t think Matsuda would be able to do that since he seems to not be a tidy person X’D but I do think he probably decided these items and arrangement with Mukuro :3

Here’s a random joke Matsuda + My roughly drawn Promised Neverland manga cover before I squeezed it on to his book haha:

I was going to make Matsuda read Megaman at first like in canon, but I felt making him read “Promised Neverland” was fitting as it helped me bring some foreboding to my happy setting. Like the promise never landed cause I’m going to break my happy promise/premise X’D 

I felt it was fitting too as Matsuda wasn’t met with a good fate like the Promised Neverland children.

Plus I feel Matsuda would like a genre like that, or perhaps he wouldn’t mind anything as he is a laid back character.

This pose was changed so Ryoko would look more reserved and have less of a romantic vibe? Cause the intertwined fingers felt a bit more romantic and off to me, as it wasn’t the vibe I was going for.

Feat. The paper sketch is my friend helping me with anatomy X’)

While writing sentences and drawing for Mukuro’s scenes, I was thinking of experiences I’ve gone through before and the feelings I felt then. 

The way I wished things could be different. I kept having dreams of happy endings I wanted to happen but then I would wake up to the tragic reality and cry.

The way I was suffering on the inside but still held on to this thing I perceived as “Hope” even though it was killing me and could be seen as “Despair” in another POV/or I already knew it was bad for me but it was also my only hope.

Symbolisms for this panel:

Carrying a candle-> holding on to hope/a wish.

Candle not blown out -> Mukuro's wish didn't come true (blowing out a candle means bringing your wish on smoke to the good spirits above to grant your wish) , her hoping leading to despair.

My pose was changed here as it is more natural for the hands to be like that, plus the other hand holding on to the arm greater empathise how Mukuro is holding on strongly to this candle.

The candle is melting and the wax is getting on her hand, burning her. Still, she refuses to let go which empathises how much she needs to hold on to this. Even as she grabs her own hand causing more pain from bleeding, she still needs this “hope.” 

Some colour tests for this panel:

I was considering blue fire because blue fire is stronger than red.... but then if it is a wish of hope, I was considering yellow too... but maybe it would be too happy? 

Mukuro is feeling sad and wishful in this panel. 

I ended up going for blue fire which gives off yellow light for a purposeful contradictory colouring— to show that what is perceived as despair can also be perceived as hope.

^ Some exploration for the poses here so I can figure out which conveys what I wanted to convey the best. I like the poses where Mukuro is reserved happy, Ryoko is more playful(?), Matsuda is more relaxed.

^ Exploration for the Junko slash pose. Ended up just going back to the original pose I had planned for the layout.

I found this super hard to draw as I’m not good at anatomy, drew it quite a few times and deleted as I couldn’t draw it right. In the end, my friend drew that pose reference which helped me get it right in final!

Reasons why I chose the original layout pose in the end:

Strangle pose-> I don't want to strangle Ryoko, not because it’s too violent or graphic or that she's 🥺uwu and I can’t kill her-

I just feel Junko doesn’t completely hate Ryoko... a part of her wants to live a happy life after all

But she can’t, that's why the words "A fabricated happy lie, I don’t want to live this!"

It's a lie and it's against her value (honesty).

Sword slashing pose-> Junko is directly jumping towards and has no hesitation slashing Ryoko. This feels off cause it’s too violent which doesn’t convey the message I want.

Sword is also stronger than knife, which would hurt more.

When I see the knife and how the body is twisted a bit away in the original layout pose, it works better as I can see some control to the slash so it's not full on hatred and anger towards Ryoko.

Random full drawing of this Junko before I cut it off for composition.

I find it easier to get the anatomy right if I draw the full thing and draw through everything.

^ I’m super sad at my failure for this :,) I didn’t intend it to be like that 😭 

It’s too hard for me to draw, so my friend helped me again and I chose a pose and studied her pose and drew the whole pose again:

I chose the 1st pose because the angle of the faces there best shows both character’s facial expressions and the emotions are the most important for this scene.

Plus 3/4 angle is better than the flat side view one as it helps make this scene more dramatic!

My friend helped me with the position of Junko’s tie:

reached max images for this post so,

WIPS continued in another post

[satoruhour]

HE PLAYS BASS !

a/n: modern au bc i cant handle any angst rn. i ramble a lot in this to set the scene teehee. not beta read, gn btw / tagging @crysugu @slttygeto @getousex :3

wc: 3k ish

warnings: bass guitarist!geto, soft dom!geto, he is respectful of your boundaries, both geto and reader smoke weed, shotgun kiss, sexual acts under the influence, fingering, clit stimulation, implied second round, implied cunnilingus, dry humping, praise, n*sfw under the cut

bass guitarist!geto who has had an interest in music and its instruments since being a little boy, practically begging his parents to enrol him in some guitar classes. with fingers strumming the nylon strings alongside complicated chords on the frets felt so right that since then he and his guitar have been inseparable since.

bass guitarist!geto who gets to know the guitar so well that he masters guitar solo after guitar solo, playing songs by ear in his free time and thought lead guitar was all there was to music until the age of fifteen where he stumbles across a song with a bass line that sounded absolutely heavenly — through the 240p quality of the youtube video, he watched the bassist dish out the heavy beats, always in the background yet detrimental to making the band sound complete.

bass guitarist!geto who leaped at the opportunity to buy a bass guitar with whatever money he had to purchase a Squier bass — it was a little shitty in sound but it was cheap, something affordable for a middle schooler. suguru didn’t care. he perfected the use of his bass guitar, already having the basics down from playing guitar; his room is filled with posters, picks, pieces of displaced lyrics.

bass guitarist!geto only has the chance two years later to ask his new friends if they wanted to jam out together and down the line, if they wanted to form a band. it was a clueless band of boys (with shoko of course) in some room of gojo satoru’s luxury house where his parents don’t care to ask him to keep the noise down like suguru’s parents do.

bass guitarist!geto fights to get a spot to audition for one of tokyo’s biggest music festivals a few months later. if they won they would get more recognition, more support, even if they haven’t figured out the specifics of how to operate a band. with gojo as the singer, shoko on the lead and nanami on drums, they would find out what they had.

bass guitarist!geto who breaks that stereotype of the bassist being ignored throughout a performance. he thinks it could be because of his longer hair and his newly bought gauges, and he thought he didn’t look too shabby himself — although he isn’t surprised to see most of the girls fawn over gojo as he sang lyrics of an original song, courtesy of the joint effort between geto and shoko.

bass guitarist!geto who gives judges the finger after they said they couldn’t perform originals at an audition, blacklisting them for future performances — but gojo sees it as a win when he has a hoard of new fans waiting outside to get a photo with him with autographs that differed from each paper his pen made contact with. later, he bursts out laughing when gojo says he hadn’t even thought of a proper signature yet and just ‘did whatever on their paper’.

bass guitarist!geto whose band gained popularity fast because of everyone’s good looks, singing at that same place they auditioned at, but now with repertoire under their belt. it’s then that they’re already all in university, and yet everyone’s still incredibly passionate.

bass guitarist!geto who spots you in the crowd together with your friends, jamming out to their set, but while your friends’ eyes are locked on gojo who’s loving the attention, nanami who can’t give a shit and shoko who’s too focused on her solo, you manage to draw geto’s eyes to you. he spends the rest of the set locking eyes with you, amidst other things like sending you winks and licking his lips until you’re under his spell. all throughout he doesn’t lose the rhythm, but he does slip-up from time to time and there’s a panicked look that nanami sends to geto for messing up his rhythm.

bass guitarist!geto who sees you at his next show alone, smiling up at him right at the front row while he’s trying not to mess up after the last time. this time he has a chance to show you what he’s got in a bass solo, losing himself in the music until even you fades off and you’re truly seeing the bassist for who he is. he’s easing back into the main melody of the song but not before leaning over the speakers with a knee on the floor, hovering right over you before shoko takes over and he’s back to his heavy beats.

bass guitarist!geto who brushes off the teasing after the set ends, only to be bombarded with more of it when he sees you on campus — no way you’re in the same school as him, walking around with your cute outfits and laughing along to your friend’s joke with no care in the world.

bass guitarist!geto who doesn’t have much trouble charming you into hanging out with him, already recognising him from far away when he’s got his long flowy hair and gauges and tight black shirt and tall stature — you aren’t realising he’s asking you if it’ll be okay for you to head over to his dorm room. you’re getting pushed by your friends behind you to say yes with giggles and gossip, and of course you weren’t going to reject the hot guy you missed class and ditched friends for.

bass guitarist!geto who shows you his room and tells you to let him know if he’s made you uncomfortable in any way. in the background, there’s a faded, soft song that continues to play that really completes the dorm, immediately hitting it off until he starts to roll a joint a while later, offering it to you with a raise of his eyebrow.

“oh— n-no it’s fine, geto-san, i don’t really smoke…” you sheepishly turn down the weed, settling instead to watch him and his beautiful side profile, letting him explain to you about bands and guitar and chords.

“thank you for having me, geto-san,” bowing, you’re nothing like the person in the bar that day, geto thinks it’s the lack of alcohol but he doesn’t mind, simply leaning on the doorframe as he nods down at you. his smile is intoxicating and so goddamn attractive you would’ve buckled to your knees if not for the deep breaths you were taking.

“next time, pretty?” geto smiles, a little high from smoking. his eyes are lidded (they usually are anyway) and smile lopsided. his hair’s almost out of the bun.

“yeah, next time,” it sounded so breathy, you bit your lip. “i guess you’d have to find me on campus, though.”

bass guitarist!geto who mutters how you’re a little tease to himself later when he closes the door. he swears to himself he’d get your number next time, but it’s not difficult to find you the next time, hanging around the same place at the same time. it’s like you wanted him to find you — he’s not opposed to it. it’s a few weeks down the road now, and the second time is watching him curiously as he smokes, too. you take a hit and embarrass yourself completely in front of him though, and while you’re fighting for your life, you’re not opposed to the buzz it gives you.

bass guitarist!geto who’s opening the door to you the next time, surprised to see your dishevelled state and a pillow between your arms, walking almost a block like this to the next building where his dorm was. he offers to make you some tea and you shake your head, feeling a pounding headache already coming on just from explaining that your roommate was an asshole.

“you can sleep here if you want to, okay?” you sigh, thanking him immensely because even after knowing him for such a short period of time, you’re comforted by his presence.

“at least satoru’s not here,” you laugh at that, nodding tiredly before you’re settling on gojo’s bed after insistence from the other. he wouldn’t care, he’s always going back home anyway, don’t know why he wanted to share a room with me. but before you can get settled in, you hear the familiar crinkling of the paper and the click of the lighter and the smell of weed fills the room again.

again, his hand is outstretched, holding an ashtray below him as the tip of joint glows a red, calling out to you yet reminding you of the way you coughed the other night.

you crawl off his roommate’s bed, snatching the cig out of his hand in a way to prove something to yourself before taking a big puff. this time you’re better, letting the drug flow through your system, but tolerance is another thing, because it only takes another hit for you to be smiling drowsily at the other while geto is a little high, too, eyes rolling to the back of his head when your hand traces over his arms and you giggle.

“you w’nna kiss?” geto asks quietly, a little soberly, having talked late into the night while you hang off his arm and slur your words. but now you know you’re feeling a little more sensible when you can feel your heart pound and your eyes widen despite their need to close.

“i meant it, doll. you’re fuckin’ stunning,” suguru mumbles, the coldness of his rings sending a chill down your body, but also a spark to your core, “you look exactly like the day i discovered bass.” and it’s like cupid fully shoots his arrow through your heart — because have you heard the man play? you’re speechless at his point, only mustering a nod before you’re leaning in.

he hums drunkenly as a way to ask you to wait a min, manoeuvring you onto his lap before he’s taking the almost vanishing joint into his hands. two more puffs are perfect for the cigarette to be discarded and so with a gentle hand, he holds onto your nape while he tries not to get hard from having you on his lap. slowly, your lips wrap around the other end of the joint, taking in another influx of the drug before he does too.

bass guitarist!geto who pulls you towards his lips a little roughly but he doesn’t give you what you want (what he has in mind is much, much better), rather leaving his lips ajar as he exhales the smoke from his mouth into yours, your own smoke already dissipating. weirdly, this burn is more prominent, probably because all you can focus on are suguru’s dazed eyes and the way they burn through your skull. you inhale the smoke before you feel his soft lips on yours.

geto hums into your lips, coming off of them periodically to allow the smoke to disperse, but the moment is so intimate and hot that you blow away the smoke and lunge forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

“no more pullin’ away, geto-san…” you’re trailing off, words messily whispered against his lips and you burn at the chuckle he sounds out, muttering back a question of consent. you’re nodding, reeling at the speed at which he places his hands on your thighs, dragging you further up his front until you rested on his pelvis.

“kissing me like you can’t breathe and you’re still calling me by my last name? i’m wounded.” geto pulls away and defies your rule — you think he’s the only one who can do that. pouting, suguru pushes away the hair enclosing your face. “c’mon, drink, sober up a little.”

“...i like it like this,” you murmur, ashamed as to how readily you leaned into his touch. his stare is piercing though, not budging until you’re gulping down half the cup.

“throats turn dry when we smoke, princess. we can do it more when you’re more used to it, alright?” geto explains, patting your thigh and ignoring the tensing of them around his own. he’s trying so hard to act nonchalant, but he can’t get the image of you parting your lips for the smoke out of his head. the way your eyes flutter close, how you wanted more of him.

“alright… suguru,” you sigh out the name and geto wishes he could hear it somewhere else, “but can we—” the high is getting to you, making your hormones go into a frenzy and you’re grinding on his lap. geto hisses at the feeling, of your cunt brushing against his bulge. your hips are inexperienced, but you’re going by feel, drawing little circles and moving back and forth; whatever that brings you pleasure.

“baby— f-fuck…” geto swears when you pair it with the lips tha kiss down his cheek and jaw and neck, hands on your hips guiding you as you try to chase your high. but a whine from you draws geto out of his daze and he almost cums hearing your needy voice, begging him for something, anything.

“’m tired, suguru,”

he knows, grinding is a tiring thing, so rather he opts for you to lie on him with your back to his chest. by now, the room’s filled with the smell of weed and arousal, asking once again if he could take off your pyjama shorts. geto smiles at the lack of underwear but he says nothing, eyes latched onto the strings of juices that connect your pussy to the shorts.

“my baby ready to be touched?” he feels you nod, loving the way your stomach contracts and expands at the hand that travels over your clothed tits. there, he squeezes them, rubbing fingers over the hardened nub but soon creeps towards your centre. his hand and fingers are so much larger than yours, covering your whole core easily when he cups it and the contact is enough to make you mewl.

“hurry,” your hips hump the air.

“patience, darling,” geto’s gravelly voice cuts through to your ear before he finally draws languid circles upon your clit, rubbing and pressing on your bundle of nerves. his whole body burns from seeing you react so cutely, all cause your eyes couldn’t leave his on that stage. now your eyes were rolling up and over, little moans leaving your lips just from his hands.

bass guitarist!geto who seems to know all your pleasure points in one night, kissing the spot under your ear, to talking you through your orgasm. you were enamoured by the guitarist that you’d let him do anything to you, obsessed with the way he never missed questions of “is this okay?” and “tell me to stop”. geto is just as besotted by you, the arch of your back, the call of his name. god, he was going to write so many songs about you.

“think you can handle a finger, baby?” suguru whispers, caressing your twitching thighs from your first orgasm. with a shaky “yes”, geto plays with your hole, smearing your juices around your sex and getting it all on your thighs. the bashful suguruuu! has him laughing, taking your lips into another kiss as an apology.

“sorry, sweetheart. love teasin’ ya,” muffled words are said, “goin’ in.”

your jaw drops even more when geto first inserts a finger, so much wider and longer that a long moan escapes you. the stretch is so good, everything you’ve ever imagined after watching his fingers travel over the bass strings, and you’re already asking for a second finger. when he does oblige, your hands fly to grab at his wrist.

“feel good?” he chuckles at your lack of an answer, rather responding by clenching around his fingers and leaning back more into his hold. geto sets a pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you. he thinks it’s enough of staring at you and almost gets whiplash when his head turns to his hand — from the way he disappears into your dripping cunt, he thinks he’ll cum untouched, although your desperate hips also would play a part.

“feel s’good, suguru— shit…” geto groans lowly into your ear when he feels your hand replicating the circles he’s made on your clit, juices starting to collect in his palm from how wet you were.

“you keep clenchin’ around me, baby, you w’nna cum?”

your body is more vocal than your voice, twisting and thrashing from how his fingers already feel so good. the haze and the smell of geto suguru and the weed in your system is all overloading on you at the moment, but in between you’re able to nod, fingers rubbing at your clit while geto’s speed picks up a little.

your legs naturally spread, each slap of his palm against your pussy paired with the lewd noises only making the whole thing better. it’s not long before you feel that familiar feeling, using your right hand to direct him to you once more and it’s here you see the man you saw on stage before: focused, flushed, small smirk on his face. “gonna cum.”

“yeah? are you?” geto asks against your lips, still tasting the faint aroma of the joint. your eyes are so heavy and your limbs feel like lead; it’s a wonder how both your hands are moving on your soaking wet pussy.

“yeah, sugu, s’sensitive—!” geto coos softly at your whimpers before capturing your lips, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip and your orgasm comes crashing down on you. suguru effectively swallows your moans, groaning on his own end when he can feel your cum running down his hand. slowly, he lets you ride through your orgasm, pressing pecks on your skin and shoulders.

“attagirl. so much cum, hm?” your chest is heaving, whining when he removes his fingers and there’s a cute little squelch from the juices, gasping softly as geto separates his fingers and there’s strings connecting his middle to ring finger. “dirty girl.”

you scoff softly with a smile, eyes following how his fingers make his way into his mouth. the other only hums before carrying you bridal style to the shower with a sweet smile on his face. geto suguru was certain he’d worship you.

“gotta taste that cute little pussy next time.”

[magics-neptunes-things]

Kiss Me

Hi!

This is from a request and you can find it here. There is a prequel that you can find here.

Thank you for reading it :)

TW : Jealousy, Angst, Swearing

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"Why is your friend looking at me like she’s gonna kill me?"

Surprised by the question that your interlocutor asks you, you follow her eyes to fall on Katie’s furious face. You obviously knew who the brunette you just met was referring to in that dubious nightclub, even before you met the blue of Katie’s eyes.

"Don’t worry about her" you answer with a little smile.

The truth is, you’re nervous. If you find yourself talking to that brunette, it’s because Steph and Kyra pushed you to do it. They saw her looking at you a lot since the start of the evening.

"Come on, she's the prettiest in the nightclub" Kyra told you before practically pushing you down your seat.

"What do you have to lose?" Caitlin shrugged when you looked for her to have some help.

The truth is, Caitlin knows what you have to lose because she knows about your complicated relationship with Katie. In short, you’re both crazy in love with each other. But the complicated thibg is the point of honor that puts Katie not to be in a couple with a teammate, especially following the way her relationship with Ruesha ended.

This doesn’t prevent her from yielding regularly to the temptation that you some way are in her eyes, even ending up just as regularly by spending the night with you. The next morning, however, it’s always the same thing. She apologizes, tells you that you shouldn’t have done this, kisses your cheek and leaves.

"If it makes her react to seeing you with someone else…" Caitlin whispered, even though Katie couldn’t hear her at the other end of the table anyway.

No doubt from feeling your teammates’ eyes on her, the pretty stranger ended up approaching your table. She spoke directly to you with a shy smile.

"Hello. Can I buy you a drink?" she asked.

"Yes you can!" Kyra almost scream, actually pushing you from your seat this time.

"I’m Emma" the brunette introduced herself on your way to the bar.

"Y/N" you just answered.

"Nice name for a pretty girl"

You smiled when you heard her, not really comfortable in the field of flirting. Katie had to stick you against a wall to kiss you to make you realized that maybe she liked you too.

After getting your drinks, Emma pulled you back from the crowd to chat a little more quietly. That’s when she felt Katie’s burning eyes. Emma doesn’t seem to know you’re Arsenal players, and it’s pretty refreshing. And you’re relieved to know she won’t talk about your discussion and Katie’s reaction somewhere on Internet.

"You’re cute" smiles Emma while flicking your hair when you explain to her that you’re not from London but from Australia following the question she asks you about your accent.

Surprised by the statement, you look up at her without knowing what to say. She’s probably very pretty too, to be fair. She has a nice smile, she looks very nice and her eyes sparkle with mischief. But she’s not Katie.

"Thank you" you ended up answering weirdly.

But this doesn’t seem to bother Emma who follows by an invitation to go dancing. You accept, hoping that it makes you think about something else than Katie’s look making you the impression that it will pierce you. So you try to focus on the music and find qualities for Emma. You don’t flinch when she puts her hands on your hips to draw you against her to dance. But you withdraw abruptly when you feel her lips approach dangerously yours, teasing them lightly.

"I’m sorry" you mumble before freeing yourself from her arms.

You’re not exactly sure where you’re going to run from, but you are. Until someone grabs both your arms in each of their hands to turn you around. Katie.

"Did she kiss you?"

Her voice trembles with fury and her breath is short. But her gaze plunged into yours and it gives you the impression that there is more than that.

"No"

"Did you want to kiss her?"

Of course there’s more, like every time she kisses you or you make love. It’s not for nothing that you come back every time.

"No" you whisper

After hearing your answer, Katie abruptly breaks the last centimeters that existed between you. Her lips on yours are far from tender, rather passionate and almost desperate. The force of her kiss makes you back to the wall against which you get pinned. Like for your first kiss.

"You’re mine" Katie pants, her forehead against yours, at the end of your kiss.

"Of course I am. The only problem is that you’re not mine back, Katie."

Katie looks at you for a few seconds, her eyes dipped into yours. You are still against the wall, not thinking for a second that all your teammates are now watching you.

"I’m just scared" Katie whispers, and you feel yourself getting soft immediately at her confession.

You raise your hand on her face still leaning against yours by your foreheads. Katie’s soft side has always made you fall harder than her strong character.

"I know. I’m not gonna run away, Katie."

You feel Katie’s eyes probing yours for long seconds, your fingers still drawing the lines of her face. Her breath caresses your lips and it makes you half mad.

"Kiss me again" you almost beg her.

Katie doesn’t hesitate to put her lips on yours again for a new kiss. You put her hands on her neck and slide your nails on her skin, lightly scraching her, like you know she likes. And you can’t help but be proud by hearing her moan against your lips and feeling her tighten impossibly close to you. Stuck between the wall and her body, you can’t focus on anything but her. And it’s delicious.

"Um. I hate myself to interrupt your moment, but you better finish this at either one of your house before you end up on the Internet."

Lost in your world, you didn’t see or feel Leah approach you. Her amused smile makes you blush but you let Katie grab your hand to train you with her.

"Where are we going?" you ask without resisting.

"Home."

By an incredible luck you get to find a taxi directly out of the bar that brings you quickly to Katie. And you’re unable to keep your hands in your pockets the whole way, but in your defense, Katie doesn’t help you be wise either. Luckily it’s not an Uber, otherwise you probably wouldn’t have gotten the five stars.

Arriving at Katie’s, you quickly find yourself where Katie had more or less left you. That is to say trap between her body and a wall, except that this time it’s in her apartment. You manage to reach her bedroom that you know a little less well than she knows yours, losing your clothes on the way. The hours that followed are without comments and just before you fall asleep you wonder how will happen the next morning. Usually, you’re at your apartment and Katie can run away. The good news is you can sit in her living room until you have a full conversation about your relationship.

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The next morning, when you wake up, you are surprised to see that Katie is always with you in her bed. You are almost wrapped around her, one of your arms around her waist, one of your legs over her and your face just below her shoulder. You realize that Katie is awake when you hear her laugh softly and you look up at her.

Since she wakes up almost every time before you, you haven’t really seen her in the morning. But you doubt you’ve ever found her as beautiful as she was now. You don’t know what’s left in her head about what happened last night. You know that she’s the type to run headlong and you almost expect her to tell you that you have to put a definitive point to your story. Despite the extreme comfort in which you are, you try to take off from Katie, but she frowns by passing an arm around your waist to hold you against her.

"Did you sleep well?" Katie asks, putting a hand in your hair.

"Wonderfully well" you confess without hesitation, lying back in your initial position.

Katie doesn't answer anything, content to smile gently while continuing to caress your hair. That’s the truth, you don’t know when is the last time you slept so deeply and so restfully. And in your opinion, the arms of the Irish are not unknown.

"So..." you begin after minutes of silence.

"Yeah?"

"About last night?"

"What about last night?" Katie asks softly after some moments of hesitation.

The question takes you by surprise and you lift your face from her body, so that you can observe her. But when you look at her face, you immediately see the gleam of fun shining through her eyes. She’s just teasing you and having fun with your nerves. But you decide this time to play her game, unlike other times when you didn’t know what to answer.

"I don’t know? Does it get serious between us or do I have to go get Emma’s number?"

Katie’s eyebrows immediately frown and it’s your turn to hold back an amused smile. You do so with extreme accuracy.

"Don’t you dare"

"Otherwise what?" you ask with amusement as you lift your face up to hers.

But Katie answers nothing, taken to her own game, and just pouts. Her two hands slide on each side of your face to finish in your hair and put back the few strands that were on your face.

"I want you to be mine"

"I told you last night, Katie, I’ve been yours for a long time now."

"Mine only?"

"Of course"

"Mine only in like no one has touched you in a long time?"

"No one since you"

This information seems to satisfy Katie, whose body relax under yours. Her question obviously attracts your curiosity, but you’re not sure that you want to know the answer. Unless it’s obviously what you’re hoping for.

"Stop beating your brains out. I haven’t been with anyone since that kiss in the hallway either" Katie says after a few seconds.

"You really know how to talk to women" you grumble while rolling your eyes, however relieved of this information.

Katie laughs for good this time, putting her hands on your hips to make you turn and find herself above you. A new laugh escapes from her lips when she hears your little cry of surprise, but all this is interrupted when she kisses you.

"Just to be clear, you’re my girlfriend now, yeah?"

You almost want to tease her a little more, but when you see her face tinged with a certain form of shyness, you change your mind. Instead you stretch your neck to lay a kiss on the corner of her jaw.

"With great pleasure" you answer.

"Nice" Katie grins before kissing you again.

[bunnliix]

The Siren on the Stage - Felix x Reader

This is fufilling the wish of my dearest @hongthoven, and I hope you enjoy it my dear Crys. <3 <3 (Also, my first time writing skz smut, so I hope it's good!)

Pairing: Stripper!Felix x Reader Summary: You're out with your best friend for her bachelorette party, and one of the workers catches your eye. wc: 2.8k AU: Stripper!AU Genre: Fluff/Smut warnings: smut MDNI, alcohol mentions, mentions of pre-gaming, people being kinda drunk, strip clubs? duh, cursing, Felix being a menace, I think that's it, smut warnings: handjobs, lots of hickeys, nipple play, and I think that's it nets: @mirohs-aurora-society

This definitely wasn’t a place you would normally visit, but you were here with your best friend, Sofie, for her bachelorette party. The club itself was very well decorated, the atmosphere definitely made the place alluring, never mind the handsome men that worked here. As the party of women made their way to one of the smaller stages in the club, you knew it was the start to a long night. Reaching the seating area around the smaller stage, you all sat down, on the left side of your friend, while waiting for one of the strippers to appear.

“Are you excited to see what handsome man performs for us tonight?” One of the other bridesmaids asked Sofie.

“Of course, but I can’t be too excited.” Sofie replied.

“C’mon, it’s one of your last nights as a single woman, you have to let loose a little bit. It’s not like you’re going to have sex with one of the guys here.” Another bridesmaid spoke up, her words slurring slightly since she had been drinking before they left for the club.

Before anyone could say anything further, someone slunk out from behind the curtains and separated the stage, capturing everyone’s attention. His hair was shoulder length, and reflected the lights, so you almost couldn’t tell what his actual hair color was, but once he stepped into the stage lights, you could see that it was a platinum blonde, almost white, color. He had on an outfit that accentuated every part of him, though it covered more than you would think a stripper would cover.

Despite that, it only made him more attractive to see him more covered up. The sheer sleeve that left his shoulder and the upper part of his arm exposed, the little part of his chest left uncovered by the cut out in the tank top he was wearing, you just couldn’t pull your eyes away from his figure. Before you realized it, the lights on the stage had dimmed, and he had started to walk around the stage, his gait sultry as he made his way to the pole, making eye contact with all of you as he walked around, his hand lightly gripping the pole as he started his dance.

You were mesmerized by him, you couldn’t peel your eyes away from him, he was like a siren, drawing you in. Your fellow bridesmaids and your friend were also losing their minds over the stripper as well. They were cheering him on and screaming out to him, while you sat silently, observing his every move. He felt your eyes on him, and as he came out of a complicated move on the pole, he made eye contact with you, winking before you quickly averted your eyes.

It seemed that your bestie noticed, nudging you in the side. “He’s interested in you. Maybe you’ll get lucky tonight.” She said to you, a little too loudly as the others looked your way, overhearing her words.

“I don’t think strippers take their clients home, nor do they fuck them.” You deadpanned, though internally, you wished he would. What you’d do to have one night with the man performing in front of you.

To your devastation, it wasn’t long before the male’s performance was over, and he strode over with a smile that lit up the world around him, seemingly the opposite of the siren he was during his performance, and it only made you want him more. You wanted to see more sides of this man who you saw for the first time not even half an hour ago.

“Are you ladies enjoying the show tonight?” He speaks to all of you, his eyes only flicking over to you once, making you pout internally.

“Oh we absolutely enjoyed it…” One of the others trailed off, obviously hoping that the man would give his name.

“Felix. It’s nice to meet you all.” He responded with his name, the charisma oozing from his every word and movement. It was almost like he was born to do this, to entertain.

“Felix, that’s such a pretty name.” A couple of the other women, at least one of whom you were sure was married, fawned over him, Though he didn’t really seem to pay them much, if any, attention. Instead, as the conversation went on, and you didn’t insert yourself into it, his eyes kept wandering over to you more and more.

He suddenly turned over to face towards your side of the seats, “You’ve been so quiet this entire time. Cat got your tongue?” He asked, becoming very cheeky.

“You were so entertained with the others, I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation.” You answered, keeping your response short.

“She was just jealous you weren’t paying attention to her!” Your best friend blurted out, as you winced.

“Oh, well don’t be too jealous. I’ll pay attention to you more now, so you won’t have to feel that way. We can even go somewhere more private if you want.” He said, moving closer to you as he did so, as you had to tilt your head up to look at him. He looked down at you, and you could see a mischievous, yet alluring look in his eyes, that only pulled you in more.

Your friend answered for you, once again. “She’d love that! She’s been staring at you all night.” Her answer caused you to look down, wanting to hide under a rock now that you’ve been exposed for your staring.

A delicate hand reached underneath your chin, tilting your head back up to meet Felix’s eyes. “Well, I guess I’ll have to fulfill your wish then, won’t I?” He said, looking down at you with those alluring siren-like eyes. All you could do was nod.

The blonde-haired man reached out for your hand, pulling you up to stand once he had grabbed a hold of one of your hands. He started walking away, tugging you behind him ever so gently, as another couple of men walked over to the bachelorette party to entertain them. He pulled you behind a curtain into a hallway, where you can see several other curtains hiding what you assumed were rooms behind them. You were proven correct when Felix pulled you into one of those rooms, making sure the curtains were pulled tightly. He led you to the couch that was situated towards the back of the room, guiding you to sit down as he stood in front of you.

Once again, a hand reached out to tilt your head upwards so that you were making eye contact once again. “Don’t look away from me darling. I want your gaze on me always, so keep watching me.” He tells you, a smirk appearing on his face.

You watched as he turned around, walking a short distance away from you before turning back around. He must have grabbed a remote in the room when you weren’t looking, as music started to play through the speakers in the room. He kept looking at you as he slowly slid his pants off to reveal that he was wearing shorts underneath, his gaze sultry and solely focused on you, like you were the only person in his world right now.

As he slowly strode back to you, you could see the sides of his shorts were mesh, allowing you just tiny peeks at the skin hidden by the material. You just stared at him until you heard him click his tongue. “I told you to keep looking at me, didn’t I?” You snapped your head back up to look at him, finding he was staring down at you with an eyebrow raised. 

Once he was sure you wouldn’t look away from him again, he moved right into your lap, shocking you. “I know you’ve been watching me since I walked out on that stage tonight, you couldn’t take your eyes off of me. Am I that mesmerizing?” He asked you, his voice deepening the longer he spoke. All you could do was nod, your voice seems to have disappeared.

“Cat got your tongue again, darling?” He questioned, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear your voice.

“N-no. I can speak perfectly fine.” You retorted, though it took effort to get the words out of your mouth. And you were glad that Felix hadn’t done his next actions while you were speaking. If he had wrapped his arms around you while you were talking, you would have choked. As it was, your eyes widened as he did so.

He chuckled, coming in closer to you, as you felt your cheeks heat up from the lack of distance. You felt unable to stare him in the eyes, so you averted your eyes, instead looking at his mouth. Noticing you staring at his lips, he intentionally licked them, making your struggle much harder. You really wished he would stop trying to kill you, you would like to live to see the sun tomorrow morning.

You felt his arm move, and suddenly fingers gripped your chin, stopping any attempts from you at moving your head. “Are my lips pretty, dear? Yours are beautiful too.” He said, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip, and you had to stop yourself from sucking his thumb into your mouth. You managed to hold yourself back, but Felix tilted your head up further, “I want to kiss you. Can I, darling?”

You only responded with a half-whispered, “Please.”

Felix leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you as your lips connected with his. His lips were soft, and despite his prior demeanor, he allowed you control, and you took it without thinking twice, your hand making its way up his back to rest on the back of the man’s neck. Using your hold on his neck, you kept him close as you took over the kiss, swiping your tongue across his bottom lip, being granted access almost instantly. The kiss seemed to go on forever, until Felix pulled away, as both of you needed air.

“Fuck darling, I might need you to kiss me forever if you kiss like that all the time.” He remarked after he got his breath back, his lips slightly swollen from kissing you, though they were such a pretty pink color you couldn’t help but stare at them instead of looking him in the eyes as you both recovered from that kiss.

Wrapping your with arm around his waist, and fuck he had a tiny waist, you pulled him just a tiny bit closer, but instead of going back for another kiss, your mouth attached to his neck, kissing and biting softly. The man didn’t expect it, and you didn’t expect the noises coming out of him as you attacked his neck and collarbone.

“F-Fuck, darling,” He said between heavy breaths, “please, more.”

You smirked into his neck, leaving darker and darker marks and hickeys where you were able to reach. You cursed his top as it left you limited amounts of skin to bite and kiss and suck on. As you moved from one side of his neck to the other, you took a moment to admire your work so far. It made you very satisfied to see how pretty he looked with hickeys covering his freckled skin.

After a couple minutes, you had finished your work on the other side of his neck, leaving him looking like he’d been mauled, but his face held a slightly dazed smile that showed that he enjoyed it.

“Are you good there, Felix?” You asked, slightly concerned despite the smile on his face.

“I’m just fine darling,” He replied, looking down at you. “I think you’ve covered a good amount of me in hickeys though.” He finished, chuckling.

You may have gotten a bit carried away, but when the pretty man reacted the way he did, could anyone blame you for carrying on? Before you could respond to him, he shocked you a bit by slowly pulling off the slightly intricate top he was wearing, leaving his chest entirely bare. Your eyes wandered the flawless skin that was hidden underneath his clothing, and found patterns and constellations of freckles that had been covered by his top. You found yourself tracing these patterns with your fingers, getting distracted before a cough pulled your focus away from his chest.

“Are my freckles that attention-grabbing, that you can’t help but focus only on them?” He teased you, as you looked down in slight embarrassment.

“I can’t help but look at every part of you because you’re pretty.” You mumbled out in response, still refusing to look at him.

You heard him chuckle from above you, before, for the millionth time it seemed, a hand lifted your head once again before he asked you, “Are you not going to finish what you started, love?”

Somehow you’re emboldened by his words, because you needed him to stop flustering you, and you push him down on the seat next to you on this couch, clambering on top of him and straddling his thighs. You don’t leave him any time to speak as you lean down, starting to leave a trail of kisses and bites on his collarbone and down his chest, peeking up to see that the man was staring at you, his eyes blown wide and focused solely on you and your actions. You felt his bulge slightly poking against your stomach, and smirked against his skin before pulling away and asking him, “Is someone a little excited?”

Felix’s face flushed, but his eyes never left yours as he nodded. You didn’t expect him to be so submissive, but honestly, it was adorable and the exact opposite of his stage persona.

“Do you want me to take care of it?” You questioned, to which you got an unexpectedly fast nod to. “I need words, Felix dear.”

“Please, darling,” He pleaded.

“Your wish is my command,” You said as you resumed your prior actions, biting and nipping at his chest as a hand snaked down under his shorts, surprised to find that he wore nothing underneath them. You wrapped your hand around his length, using the precum leaking out of the tip to make it easier to stroke him. You started out slow as you continued to nip and kiss at his chest, not wanting to rush, but the small thrusts of his hips made taking it slowly next to impossible.

“Please, darling. I need more,” he begged you.

You sped up the pace of your strokes, while you moved your mouth to his right nipple, lightly biting down as he arched up into you, a whimper falling out of his mouth.

“Darling please, I’m getting close, please I need more,” he said through moans, as he watched you though lust-filled eyes.

You continued your ministrations to his cock and his nipples, relishing in the sounds that he was making as you pleasured him. Every couple of strokes, you’d tease the tip of his cock, and every time you did, it brought him closer to his release.

“Darling, please, I’m so fucking close. Just a little more,” He told you, groaning as your grip got just the tiniest bit tighter. It was only a couple more strokes before Felix came on your hand, and in his shorts. As he did, you kept softly stroking him through his orgasm, as you pulled your mouth away from his nipples and finally observed your work. The Australian man looked absolutely wrecked, his eyes blown wide and his chest and torso were covered in marks from you, but fuck he looked amazing like that.

“I didn’t think you would be like this darling, but I can’t find myself regretting any of this.” Felix told you after a couple of moments, needing a small amount of time to get his brain working again, as well as to get his breath back.

“I didn’t think my night would end up like this, but I don’t regret it either. And it’s all because you were like a siren on that stage, drawing me to my death. Though in this case, I think my death is quite amazing.” You laughed as you moved off of him, letting him sit up. Though instead of staying upright, he pushed you over so the two of you laid down with him on top of you.

“Let’s stay here for a little while. No one will know I’m missing,” he said, trying to convince you and completely forgetting he was technically pinning you to the couch/seats.

“Well since you’re laying on top of me, I can’t really say no, can I?” You replied, your question being completely rhetorical.

“No you can’t.” He said, not wasting any words. And that is how you two spent the next couple of hours, until you were found by one of Felix’s coworkers.

“Really, Felix? I’m never going to be able to use this room again now that you’ve been fucked in here.” Hyunjin complained.

“Fuck off, Hyunjin.”

Taglist: @callmeghostly @bethelighthalazia @rems-writing (since y'all are thirsty for Stripper Felix)

[jullbnt]

Hey! If you are still taking requests, I would like to make one 🥰

Also, if it is possible, can you not respond to my ask publicly? I want to make the request for my sister, and she has you on notifications.

My sister absolutely adores your art and fell completely in love with the ballet au (since they are like 2 of her favorite things) and I wanted to request something for her.

So I was wondering, would you be alright with drawing a design up for Midna? One of her favorite moments is the end of Twilight Princess when Kinda reveals her true form to Link and Zelda. If you are open to it, would you maybe be able to turn that into a ballet scene? If not, that's totally ok.

Again, we both love your art so much, and congrats on the milestone! 💖

Hello @no-embers-left I hope you enjoy your surprise :))

This is such a lovely message, I was really touched! 🥹 (of course we agreed I could answer this way even though I was first asked not to reply publicly haha)

I actually considered drawing Midna for my ballet AU but didn’t know how to include her in my very simple story ^^

Her design also makes things a bit complicated I guess, I don’t know if her cape (or whatever it is) would be very practical for dancing and I can’t really remove such an important part of her design. Her imp form is another problem, could she be portrayed by a child dancer or am I being unrealistic? 😅

I also don’t know how her return to her true form could be done in a ballet (the game itself didn’t show the actual transformation haha)

Anyway I write too much, here’s Imp Midna and also… Twilight Link :D

(I guess dancing with that big weird helmet that covers one eye has to be difficult??)

And now the reveal scene! I drew Zelda too since she was mentioned in the ask even though she stays behind in the cutscene. This one has an actual background even though it’s still fairly simple ^^

(It’s a bit large sorry if you’re on your phone)

Now I’m thinking a scene with dancers representing the Light Spirits would be interesting 🤔 I’ve always loved the moment they all appear above Midna with that beautiful music!

I hope you enjoy this and I’m so happy you two love my work :D

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I won’t accept more requests at the moment! This is a request I received for my 500 followers celebration and I still have a lot to do :)

Answered art requests

[musicalmoritz]

Ok ok I want you to think about swap terukane so like clock keeper Teru x exorcist Akane. And also like Akanes the super super popular school president. Yea so like thoughts/headcanons?? (I always cook up the most insane ideas in the middle of the night and I actually remember this one vaguely!)

Let’s talk about the Terukane swap au!! I’ve seen a few people write and draw for this but I’ve never rly read any of the fics or looked too much into it so I’m entirely making this shit up on my own, Ik this is a popular trope so I apologize if I miss any of the sub tropes that are included with it ;-;

It’s hard for me to separate Teru or Kou from exorcism since the Minamotos were a real life clan, but I don’t think I’d go about this in the “Akane is a Minamoto and Teru is an Aoi” way. I suppose for this au it’s most reasonable to say the Minamotos are a regular family and the Aois are the exorcist clan. That provides another fun question tho, are the Akane girls still kannagi?? Since this is strictly a Terukane swap au I’ll assume they are, though if we wanted to take it further we could swap Aoi with Nene or one of the other characters. It’s easier for me to follow strict guidelines tho so I’m gonna keep it at just Terukane being swapped

That alone changes so much of the story tho, it’s very interesting to me. We’ll say the Minamotos are still a strict/traditional family, so there’s still some pressure on Teru and Kou. Just not to the extent that there is in canon. And assuming their mom still died in due to complications from childbirth, their dad would still be absent and Teru and Kou will still have to grow up too soon by raising Tiara. But things would be significantly easier on them since they’d be taking care of the family together. Teru would learn basic life skills like cooking, which would take a load off of Kou. Then since the work would be split, they’d both have more free time on their hands. If one of them wants to hang out with friends, the other can take over cooking and cleaning for the night. Tho that would lead to numerous sibling arguments, since Teru is the oldest he’d probably push Kou around a bit when they’re younger lol. He’d run that house like the military

I want to say Kou is the one the Clock Keepers threaten him with since Teru is so protective of him, but that wouldn’t rly work since they wouldn’t be at school together during Teru’s first year of junior high. As an oldest sibling, Teru is very protective by nature, so they might be able to choose any random student. Once they have him where they want him, they throw in some threats aimed at his siblings to secure their chances of making a contract. So Teru ends up going down the same self-sacrificial route we see in canon, he becomes a Clock Keeper so that no one else has to do it

Without any siblings, Akane is the soul beholder of the family legacy. Self-sacrifice isn’t even an option for him, he’s the only one who can succeed his parents so he must do it. Then there’s Aoi, his childhood best friend. If Akane were an exorcist and they grew up together, Aoi would find out about supernaturals way sooner. Maybe he tells her himself, because he can no longer carry the burden alone. And he knows she’s a kannagi, that something bad could happen to her someday if he doesn’t keep a close eye on her, so he has to watch her like a hawk. In this au there’s not as many secrets between them, so much is at stake so they have to be transparent with each other. Akane’s honesty inspires Aoi to be more honest with him as well. So the obsession between them, platonic or otherwise, is a lot more mutual. They developed sort of a trauma bond at an early age and now they have to look out for each other

Akane’s popularity comes from his natural inclination to help others. He’s such a kind person, even if he can be aggressive. And without him having to constantly chase Aoi, no one thinks he’s a weirdo. It’s a little odd that he’s so protective of his friend, but he’s so damn nice that everyone just shrugs it off as him being sweet. Teru though? Teru is the weirdo

His family is still strict but without the same expectations placed on him, there’s no need for him to try and excel at everything. No one cares if he’s the best student so he can do whatever he wants. And yeah, he’s pretty, but he’s also loud and annoying. He teases people and gets creepily sadistic at times. This ties into my audhd Minamotos headcanon, without the pressure he’s under in canon, Teru feels less of a need to mask. He still does it to some extent due to societal pressure and all but the only opinion he really cares about are those of his siblings, so he’s content to be himself. He makes a few friends this way too, he’s not exactly popular but the people who get him get him. I’m gonna make him friends with Nene in this au, she appreciates his realness

Because of Akane’s hatred for supernaturals, they don’t get along at first. Teru joins the Student Council to keep a better eye on everyone so he can do better at his job as a Clock Keeper. Kou attending Kamome and getting closer with supernaturals has a lot to do with it. When they first meet, Akane ties Teru up and tries to interrogate him but bcuz this is Less Traumatized Teru it goes way differently than he planned. Teru’s filter is nonexistent so when Akane tries to threaten him he’s just like “oh hello cute boy I like you very much.” But the thing is, Akane can’t tell if Teru is joking or not. He assumes he must be, because there’s no way a School Mystery feels things like love and crushes. Still, Teru is so painfully Just A Regular Dude that Akane is forced to see him differently. Cue the typical Terukane “relationship built on trust” shenanigans. Reluctant partners in crime and what not

I’m not gonna go as far as to say they have a Sakura and Natsuhiko type dynamic but it’s similar. The classic “are you flirting with me?” “have been for the past 10 years, thanks for noticing” meme. Think of it as all of Teru’s jokes about liking Aoi in canon if they were directly aimed at Akane instead. Then the “wait- do you have genuine feelings for Ao-chan?” scene becomes “do you have genuine feelings for me?” or “were you serious this whole time?” Their dynamic changes a lot after that. Akane starts flirting back, and instead of using Aoi to motivate Teru he uses himself. “Help me save her and I might take you up on that offer for a date.” And then they do go on a date, at the school festival right before everything turns to shit

Adding to that, in this au I imagine Aoi and Akane are the ones betrothed in the new timeline. This brings in conflict bcuz let’s say Akane used to have feelings for Aoi but those faded over time, it’s all platonic between them now as opposed to what we see in canon. So he has the opportunity to either be with the girl he used to love, the girl he’s been with all his life, his safety blanket…or go back to the boy who’s stolen his heart. Damn that was cheesy, I’m cooking here

Kako also becomes Teru’s father figure btw bcuz he needs one. And despite his dislike for supernaturals, Teru adores Mirai bcuz she reminds him of Tiara. Found family ftw

Thanks for the ask, I hadn’t thought much abt this au before but now I’ve gotten myself invested

[nolongerapileofashprobably]

I just want to say that BOTW/TOTK's Zelda is the first version of the character I've ever loved, and I've been a LoZ fan since OoT. It just frustrates me the way some fans lambast her for being angry at Link in BOTW and also claim she was wasted/fridged/sidelined/reduced to "pure sacrificial maiden" and had her adorable nerd personality stripped away in TOTK (also claiming her sacrifice in TOTK is an attempt to validate Rhoam's treatment of her in BOTW). I thought her arc in TOTK was a wonderful continuation of the one she had in BOTW and showed how much stronger she had grown. Poor gal can't catch a break. What are your thoughts?

….I do not know how long of an answer you expected, but I have so many thoughts. So. Many. Thoughts. And boy do I go on tangents when I should be sleeping. Anyway. Here you go :)

For the most part, I hold a lot of the Zelda’s near and dear to my heart! Though, admittedly, it comes from the fandom’s exploration of these characters rather than just purely canonical content.

But Botw/Totk Zelda…. I don’t need any ‘additional’ content or exploration beyond what we see in the games to make me absolutely love and adore her. She is the most developed Zelda and she has an amazing arc— her complex feelings regarding her own magic, the complicated relationship she had with her father, the realistic exploration of her feelings regarding Link and how they went from jealousy and dislike to acceptance and adoration.

I always find that many complex and well developed characters are nearly always wasted on those who cannot look past mistakes (especially ones that set up future developments and start plot lines). Sometimes, people fixate on the moments writers use to cement that yes, this character is in a very low point of their life and the way they cope is not the ‘good’ way to.

The first memory in botw tells us that Zelda is none too thrilled to have Link as her knight attendant and the Hylian Champion. That she’s using him to project her own frustrations regarding her own failures. Which is the very introduction used to draw us in, make us curious about her history and how Link is tied into any of it.

So many just… can’t see past the reason we are shown this memory, nor why her frustrations led her to yell at Link. Because she was absolutely powerless and unlike Link who has had the Master Sword since he was 12, she had nothing to show. And her character is constantly forced to listen to her father, to heed the teachings she was vaguely given through one-off comments her mother and grandmother said. She was forbidden to pursue her hobbies and give it all up for the sake of the prophecy.

And then, to find out that Zelda awakened her powers through love, love for Link who she initially misjudged and mistreated, is so so powerful. Because she had grown to resent the spirits and herself. But Link. She grew to not only care for Link but to fall in love with him. And that instinct, that belief, that faith, that love. That is what sparked the power within her.

Zelda finally heard the spirit in the sword. She understood her part in this fight. For so long she had struggled to find her power, and she awakened it just in time to save Link, but at the cost of everyone else she held dear.

Something I don’t think a lot of people who criticize and hate Zelda understand is that Zelda’s pure and unwavering faith in Link is her drive to make these sacrifices. She knows it will be worth it. Because she believes in Link. And she supports him in whatever way she can. The reason they don’t understand this is because they can’t see past Zelda’s initial emotions regarding Link. They can’t see how she never believed in herself but she always had unflinching faith in him once she got to know him.

Then to see her accept that her magic has been sapped from its constant, draining use for the last 100 years at the end of botw…. It is a powerful moment. She fought so long to have those powers, ones her father berated her for not having access to, but she can finally accept that she can’t hear the spirit in the sword anymore. That’s development.

And for those who think Zelda’s cute adorable nerdiness was wiped from totk obviously don’t have the greatest history of understanding context clues. Zelda legitimately geeks out in the very first opening sequence of totk.

*totk Spoilers ahead*

She goes on and on about the Imprisoning War and the Zonai, taking pictures and obviously ecstatic about the discovery. She finds the Master Sword’s ability to heal itself fascinating. She founded research teams and build a school to further education in Hyrule. She wasn’t just a nerd. She was the Princess of Nerds.

Her sacrifice in ToTK is at surface level the action of a sacrificial maiden. Those who can’t read beyond that won’t understand it any other way. They won’t see how important it is that Fi sought Zelda thousands of years into the past, when in the beginning of botw she couldn’t even hear the spirits. They won’t understand how Zelda’s unflinching faith in Link parallels Link’s unflinching loyalty to Zelda. ToTK is a zelink centered game. Yep. I said it. We all know it’s true.

The entire plot revolves around, get this, Finding Princess Zelda.

Link’s entire motivation behind this game is to find Zelda. That is quite literally all he truly wants to do. He wants to find her. He isn’t there for duty. He just simply wants to find her.

And she is in the past, ensuring Link has every possible thing to help him secure a future for Hyrule. She went from detesting her place in the prophecy, from being forced to comply to her father’s choices, to embracing her role as the Princess of Hyrule and choosing her own way of aiding Link.

Totk gave Zelda the supportive father figure and guiding mother figure she sorely lack in botw. It showed us and Zelda that despite having the things she didn’t have, they still failed. Sonia was killed. Rauru had to sacrifice himself.

Zelda had to sacrifice herself. She was known for being stubborn, perceptive, analytical, and independent. Now she is known for her kindness, her intelligence, her empathy, and her compassion. And she sacrificed it all just to give Link the Master Sword. Because she had unwavering faith he could defeat Ganondorf.

Zelda is a RIDICULOUSLY complex character who has been through so much. But complexity is lost on those who only look for the simple, easy to understand things. So she is bound to have haters.

But for those who can understand and admire that development, we see Zelda for who she is. And if it’s any consolation, so does Link. While this game didn’t officially make zelink canon, they did make it canon that Link stayed by Zelda’s side after the Calamity. Once she was gone, they again made it canon that he would not stop until she was back with him. His Zelda. The one that rambles and excitedly tells Link that so much has happened.

Botw/totk Zelda is so so complex. And for that reason alone, she will have haters. But they don’t know or understand her. Not in any way that truly matters. Because those who do understand her and love her, well, it’s pretty clear that’s the way to go if Link’s main purpose and the entirety of totk tells us.

[cali-kabi]

~Meet the Artist 2025💫🌟

it’s been a while since I done one of these my last one was on 2022. :D My hoodie with birds actually has more of a complicated design, & details, so in the drawing it looks simple ;w; also when I was drawing myself/my sona I wanted to give her new eyes a better design cuz I’m picky whenever I’m drawing eyes sometimes, I’m happy with these now xD (it’s that in past they look different everytime I draw them)

Here’s a few more facts about me :,) under the cut^^

🌟I actually have hazel eyes not green or brown in my drawings they come out in those colors xD

💫I also like the Sonic series my top 3 favorite characters are Tails, Amy, and Blaze >w<

🌟I talk a lot but when it comes into meeting/talking to new people I get so quiet and shy even sometimes on social media I get nervous. (Last year I wanted to make this drawing but I was dealing with low self-esteem, self-doubts and it didn’t happen ;w;💦 this year started good for me I feel okay :,D)

💫 I love drawing up my oc's and my friends oc's too ;w; the designs are so amazing and awesome :D

🌟I was always wanted to try out streaming like drawing and playing video games but the streaming stuff looks complicated, I don’t have a computer- and I’m like anxious about my voice ^^’ (it’s just a thought tho)

Yep that’s all the ones I could think of for now thanks for those who read this <3

[effemar]

ON BRIENNE, HAIR, AND BUTCHNESS — META BELOW THE CUT.

So I’ve been working on a Brienne piece recently, and noticed in my reference designs that her hair isn’t a consistent length — a totally unintentional piece of Brienne meta in itself — and I wanted to type out some thoughts about it.

I think Brienne’s relationship with femininity is so interesting and complex. She’s living in a deeply misogynistic society, and she’s simultaneously insecure about not being feminine, and functionally unable to be feminine, at least by Westerosi standards. This is both because of her physical appearance and because of her aspirations. However, she’s not willing to reject femininity outright. Being feminine in some regard is important to her, enough so that she is upset both at being called a man and being mistaken for one.

Because of this, my Brienne hair headcanons are complicated. I’ll explain.

It needs to be awkward, because Brienne’s awkward. It needs to be functional, since she’s practical. It needs to be recognizably feminine, because she values her femininity. Hair, at least in our western society, is very gendered, both when conforming and subverting. I cut my hair in a men’s cut (or as close as I can get) specifically because I have very feminine features and I dress in a feminine way. My hair is simultaneously form of disruption, a deliberate contrast, and a signal of my identity. So my design of Brienne’s hair needed to be an intentional and nuanced choice.

I imagine, and I believe the text supports this, that Brienne is unsure of herself in terms of presentation, especially gender presentation. This is partially because she’s young, and partially because Westeros isn’t known for its great diversity of female role models. So I drew inspiration from my awkward middle school bisexual bob, from when I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing in terms of presentation. Also, since Brienne’s name is a play on Joan of Arc, I took into consideration classical depictions of Joan, especially Albert Lynch’s Jeanne d’Arc.

I have been talking about this with my dear friend Jasper, who is butch, and in terms of Brienne’s butch factor, we agree on a few points. Brienne can definitely be considered butch (adjective), but I don’t think she’s truly butch (noun), at least not yet. Brienne’s at a point where she definitely resents not being a traditionally feminine woman, insomuch as it makes her life difficult, but she’s also too insecure to project any intentional masculinity. In a modern analogy, I would say that Brienne is the type of person to wear women’s clothing, but not women’s clothing that is overtly feminine — the type of person to try putting on makeup in the bathroom and then quickly wipe it off. She’s not really participating in femininity actively — she’s just trying to blend in. Also again, practicality. I doubt Brienne, in any setting, is going to be wearing skirts on the regular.

I’m also drawing on Brienne’s thoughts and experiences in the books, which I interpret as follows: Brienne doesn’t dislike being in dresses just because they’re feminine; there are distinct reasons. Firstly, they draw attention to her lack of traditional femininity/beauty. Secondly, they have bad associations for Brienne — she’s been mocked in them, she’s been forced into them, and she fought a bear in one, so I can’t imagine they bring up good memories. Third, they just aren’t suited to a lifestyle of kicking ass. But I struggle to believe she truly dislikes the, for what they are — a gendered garment.

Most of this comes down to my personal thoughts on Brienne’s future and present. I think right now, a lot of Brienne’s gender angst comes down to the fact that she’s not yet comfortable enough in her presentation/gender/personhood to fully commit to being something in between. In my dream scenario, Brienne is comfortable embracing her unconventional gender and presents the way she wants, not the way people expect her to.

All this to say, I think Brienne has a really shitty bob with bangs she cuts herself.

[reasonsmandy]

Would it be crazy if I said I want you to?

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — hii! i hope you’re doing well! can you write a warren x reader fic where the reader’s father is a well known producer and warren sees her at the studio while she’s waiting for her dad, but they don’t hit it off immediately but he’s def intrigued by her? i’m sorry if it’s too complicated, i’m just super excited for more warren content 😊

✧.* summary — There was an invisible bond between you and Warren, a connection you never knew how to explain. Until that night at your house.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 4.4k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — Look who's back! Hey my loves, how are y'all doing?

Today was the first day you would be working with your father's company at the record label. You were still reluctant about your new decision, but at the same time excited to see what all this would lead to. You drummed your fingers against your thighs as you nervously waited for your father to appear where you waited, one hour or another turning his neck to watch what was happening in the corridors and in the recording rooms.

“Karen said that Debby was working today.”

You can hear a distant voice in the hallway making you lift your magazine view in your hands. It didn't take you long to recognize Warren Rojas and Eddie Roundtree, your dad couldn't stop talking about how their band's music revolutionized the industry once it was released.

Curious, you watch them while they don't see you there, you notice that you feel attracted to him when he watches you through narrowed eyes, but you try to push that thought away. Both stared at you shamelessly, you get embarrassed and look back at the magazine, thinking about how much longer your father would take to finish.

“No man, looks like she didn't come and it was another excuse for her to get us out of there.” Eddie says in a chuckle, lighting up a cigarette for himself.

Rojas rolls his eyes, leaning on the counter nearby his presence makes an impact on you but you choose to remain quiet and not draw attention to yourself. But as they kept talking, time passed, and you got later for your appointment, so you had no option but to get out of your bubble and talk to them.

“Hey, I'm sorry to bother you but do you know when Teddy is gonna finish his session today?”

Warren looks at you with arched eyebrows, he then licks his lips still staring at you and shrugs, you get embarrassed looking elsewhere. Your attention is drawn to the hallway where Teddy walks over to where you were standing with his arms open to you.

“My nightingale, how long have you been waiting?” He hugs you tight and you test your head in his chest.

“A few minutes.” You say as you break free of his embrace, smiling small.

“Warren, Eddie this is Y/N... My daughter.” He explains and you wave to the two, you didn't know why but you were shy around the drummer. “She's here because she's going to help me record some backing vocals for another band, so we're going to have lunch and we'll be right back.”

Rojas takes a step forward, extending one of his hands to you and collects yours in his, kissing your hand. You get butterflies in your stomach at the act, feeling a tickle when his mustache brushes against your skin, you weren't looking at your father at the time but you had an idea that his expression was as surprised as yours.

“Warren Rojas.” He introduces himself, you crack a small smile. “Nice to meet you, nightingale.”

He uses the nickname your father calls you since you were little, “Careful Rojas, pay attention to what you are going to do.”

Your father mocks the situation, with a bit of truth in his tone, the drummer raises his hands in redemption, letting Eddie greet you this time. You knew a lot about them despite never having interacted with them, and this cloud of questions and questions that surrounded the figure of the drummer intrigued you.

Little did you know that was a growing feeling for the drummer as well, he just refused to admit it. Since you guys met you were a constant thought in his mind, he would always walk into the Studio for a day's work wondering if you would be there, if he was going to have a little more time with you, even though you never exchanged more than a "hi" and a "bye".

Already you could not deny that a part of you felt a failure in your heartbeat when you heard his name or saw him at a glance, you didn't know why, but his presence and the mystery that surrounded you two was what kept you moving when you heard his laugh.

But there was a problem, he seemed to make a point of keeping you on the tightrope of intense stares, and the explosion that erupted in your bodies when accidental touches happened.You were frustrated with the distance he seemed to want to keep between you, but you made sure not to let it show, and you decided to play your own game in the middle of his.

You insisted on leaving your mark in places, always leaving him a little gift. You always loved to cook, your father said that you sweetened their lives since you learned your first recipe. So, you always left a different food on the drums for him, a muffin, a cookie, sometimes something salty like bread rolls, it was fun to see his reaction, but you knew deep down that you would like it to be more intimate, real.

…

As you pretended to pay attention to what your father was talking about, your eyes were still fixed on Rojas. You notice he seems curious about you too so you let yourself play this game, you were sitting behind glass while they recorded the drums for 'More Fun To Miss' his gaze was intense on yours and you wondered how long this would go on? How long was he going to pretend he wasn't interested in you? Pretending you were just a stimulus that his cognitive system doesn't assimilate out of disinterest.

As this grew between you, the discomfort of having him there but never close grew and turned into a small anger. It's been a week since you left him anything, on the first day you noticed that he searched all over his drum set for something you left there and when he noticed there wasn't anything he pretended to be looking for something else, on the other days he just glanced at it and when he didn't find it, he went back to what he was doing before.

But today something was different, ever since he came in to record you couldn't take your eyes off each other, you knew something peculiar was going on as Warren always liked to feel the music, breaking away from reality every time his sticks hit the drums. But today he was serious, every now and then chuckling, his eyes glued to yours. You were curious to understand what was going on, but how would you go to him if this wasn't the kind of relationship you had.

You raise your hand in a thumbs up, indicating that he had done well and the job was done, your dad walks over to the soundboard and presses a button to communicate with him “Good job Rojas, can you come here for a minute?”

The drummer nods towards where you are, and despite the room being reasonably spacious, the walls seem to swallow you when he enters. He looks at you for seconds that seem to last forever, you take a deep breath and cross your legs, trying to appear indifferent to his presence. He winks at you and takes your gaze to your father for the first time, you feel empty when your gaze doesn't meet his.

“I'm having a party tonight, I'm counting on your presence, I don't take no for an answer.” He lays his body down on the chair, drawing in smoke from his cigarette. “Nightingale, write my address for him on a piece of paper.”

You do as you are asked but not before writing him a note “you better go, you know how good my food is.”

You hold the paper out to him, the drummer's callused fingers touch your fingers like an electric current through your body. With your nail you hit the part of the paper you had written on, and as the earth did its rotation things go back to their place when you wink at him and leave.

…

You helped with what was needed in the decoration, but your focus was on the foods that would be served tonight. It wasn't a special occasion, from what your father told you, he just wanted a moment of leisure after so much work, wanted to fraternize with everyone in an environment outside of work.

Each mixing, each dough making, each baking, gradually increased his thoughts of the drummer. You couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to be in another type of environment next to him, little by little you started to think that it was crazy. How can you care for someone who you have exchanged a few words with?

Warren drove the van towards Price's house, it was impressive that even with the band's explosion he refused to sell that old vehicle that contained many stories.

“Answer me, do you think she's flirting with me or not?” Rojas asks, turning to face Roundtree now that they stopped at the red light.

“I don't know man, I've never seen you guys interacting before.” Eddie shrugs, looking outside the window. “Like, never.”

“We have a thing, okay?” He rolls his eyes, trying to seem chill although he was nervous to finally have this interaction with you. “I just, I'm nervous alright? Somehow she does this to me.”

“Okay, let me get this straight... You guys have something and she used to leave food for you as a surprise every day.” Warren nods, his eyes now fixed on the road. Eddie frowns, still confused, lighting up a cigarette “And how have I never seen this before?”

“Aaaa, that's why you're leaving early everyday!” He finally seems to put the pieces together. “You little liar, you said you were fixing the van.”

“And you believed it?” Karen speaks laughing, cigarette smoke comes out of her mouth, “This van it's still falling apart.”

“Hey! Careful.” Warren talks, caressing the steering wheel, his eyes narrowed.

“I'm not lying!” She shrugs, laying in Graham's chest, noticing his sleeping figure.

He stops the vehicle suddenly, making inertia take them forward, everyone looks at him in questioning.

“Take that back.” He turns to look the blonde in the face, who laughs rolling her eyes.

“Warren, we're going to be late.” Roundtree mutters in complaint.

“The van refuses to call if she doesn't take back what she said." Falsely, Rojas regrets. “We are all waiting for you Karen Karen.”

“If you want to stall because you're scared of meeting your mystery girl and you want to blame it on me. It's not gonna happen.”

The drummer raises his hand to his chest in mock offense, then crosses his arms waiting for the keyboardist to apologize.

“I'm sorry.” She says through a sigh. “Can we go now?”

“See? It didn't hurt to admit you were wrong.” He starts the van again, watching the signs to see if they're on the right track.

Finally arriving at the party, the familiar faces of friends and acquaintances greeted them. Laughter echoed, and the atmosphere was warm with a mixture of excitement and relaxation.

As they entered, Warren's eyes searched the room, spotting you amidst the crowd. A thrill shot through him as he caught your eye, and he raised his hand in a casual wave. Your lips curved into a smile, your eyes locking for a fleeting moment before he moved further into the room. He thought about going to you, but decided to wait a little.

Karen was quick to join a group of friends, regaling them with animated stories. Eddie made his way to the refreshments table, where a lively conversation about music gear was in full swing. Graham, who had woken up during the drive, joined Karen by putting his arm around her neck.

Warren's gaze was irresistibly drawn back to you, the way you interacted with others, your laughter, and your captivating presence. He couldn't shake the feeling that this party was more significant than just an ordinary get-together. He was sure that something was calling for you two.

He is surprised by Daisy's presence by his side, she rests one of her hands on his shoulder the other holding a bottle of wine, she takes it to her mouth giving a long drink. “Are you interested in the boss's daughter? This is new.”

He rolled his eyes, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “It's not that new, y'all just never noticed.”

She turns her face to him, taking a sip of her wine again. “You guys literally never talked.”

Warren shot him a mock glare. “And how do you know? You're always out with Billy.”

She clicks her tongue, smiling small. “Touché” she offers him the bottle, he denies it. “She's a nice girl, go for it.”

Amidst the playful banter, your father's voice rang out, capturing everyone's attention as he clinked his glass with a spoon. “I'd like to thank you all for coming, my lovely daughter made us our dinner, so give it up for her.” You shake your head with a dull smile, but I was already afraid that he would draw this attention to you, people applaud in gratitude. “Make yourselves at home, just not too much.”

Glasses were raised, and a chorus of cheers and clinking filled the room. You watched your father with a mixture of pride and affection, his words resonating deeply with you.

Warren's eyes found you again, and this time, he decided it was time to make a move. He approached you with purpose, his heart racing as he navigated the crowd.

"Hey," he greeted you with a charming smile, his confidence belying the nerves beneath the surface.

You met his gaze, a subtle playfulness dancing in your eyes. You open a silly smile, feeling your body floating by his presence. “Hey Rojas. I'm happy you made it.”

He chuckled, his voice carrying a mixture of amusement and sincerity. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. And I have you to thank for giving me another reason to look forward to it."

You are surprised by his attitude, but you like it a lot. Your smile opens and like magnetism you approach, with the excuse to yourself that because of the noises around him he could not hear you well.

“You're welcome.” You go to a nearby table, taking one of the dishes you made and bringing it to his mouth. “Have you tried this one yet?”

He shakes his head, opening his mouth as he looks deep into your eyes, so you put it gently in his mouth. He closes his eyes while tasting what you cooked, it was an explosion of flavors, he missed eating what she prepared with so much affection.

“This is amazing…” He says after swallowing, the drummer smiles and you feel your legs shake. “I've never had the opportunity to say this before, but you make the best food I've ever had.”

You take the compliment to heart, happy with what that simple sentence does to you. You smile as you take in every detail of his face, trying to memorize it in fear of the way he might pull away again. He moves closer to you, bringing his lips to your ear he whispers.

“Just don't tell my mom.” You laugh with his phrase, and he takes comfort in the notes that your vocal cords emanate.

“You're a funny guy Rojas.” Honestly, you say, and he takes advantage of the light in the room to admire you better.

“And you're a pretty woman L/N.” Your heart races in a way you've never seen before.

“I'd like to show you something.” You whisper, nodding towards the kitchen. He licks his lips curiously, nodding, he holds his hand out to you for you to take in his.

You open one of the doors that led there, Rojas doesn't question himself for a second if he should accompany you. The expansive kitchen was a blend of modern design and timeless charm. Polished dark wood cabinets lined the walls, their ornate carvings catching the light like delicate lacework. Above, glass-fronted cabinets display crystal stemware, sparkling faintly as if echoing the stars outside.

A massive center island dominated the space, its sleek marble surface reflecting the ambient light in a mesmerizing dance of soft patterns. An array of fresh ingredients, artfully arranged in glass bowls, adorned the island—a testament to both culinary prowess and an eye for aesthetics.

The pristine stainless-steel appliances shimmered discreetly, their sleek contours hinting at cutting-edge technology beneath the surface. A professional-grade range stood proudly against one wall, its burners and knobs illuminated with a subtle blue glow. The oven, with its glass door closed, radiated a faint warmth, inviting thoughts of sumptuous dishes in the making.

Overhead, a dazzling chandelier suspended from the ceiling added a touch of old-world charm. Crystal droplets captured and refracted the soft light, scattering prismatic rainbows across the room, while a warm cascade of light spilled down onto the island, creating a focal point that drew the eye.

The kitchen's luxurious details extended to every corner. A wine cooler, elegantly integrated into a side alcove, housed an assortment of fine wines and champagnes. A mosaic backsplash behind the sink dazzled with an intricate pattern of mother-of-pearl tiles, reminiscent of moonlight on water.

A plush area rug, strategically placed in front of the island, offered a cozy contrast to the cool surfaces, inviting one to linger and savor the culinary creations that would emerge from this space. High-backed barstools lined the island, upholstered in soft leather, inviting guests to sit and share in the joy of both cooking and companionship.

The scent of fresh herbs lingered in the air, a testament to the thoughtfully designed herb garden that graced one corner of the room. Pots of basil, rosemary, and thyme thrived beneath the soft glow of carefully positioned task lighting, infusing the air with their aromatic embrace.

The voices of the other guests were like a muffled noise at this point, you let go of his hand to go to the switch where you turned on a dimmer light, approaching the fridge you left him still in question watching your every step in the middle of the icy place. When you open the door of the device, you take out a bowl that you had prepared that afternoon, he crosses his arms over his chest, still confused.

“You may have noticed that I didn't leave you anything this week.” You say, still not showing what you got from the fridge.

“Yes, I did.” He rests on the kitchen island, you lose your breath with the beauty in him. “I missed it a lot actually.”

“I did it because I wanted to end what we have.” He is caught off guard, had he read this whole situation wrong? He decides not to say anything, just frowns. “I don't want us to just exchange glances, you know? I think you're a nice guy and I don't know... I wanted to get to know you better.”

He opens a huge smile, agreeing with his head getting closer to you. Then you hold out the bowl showing him the foods you had been thinking about during the week.

“And the best way to know someone is by taste.” You open the lid showing him what you had done. “I thought about these recipes during the week, are you up for it?”

“Hell yeah mami.” He then sits down at the kitchen island, reaching out one hand for the food, raising his eyebrows for consent. You nod your head in agreement.

As his fingers grazed the edge of the bowl, a warm smile tugged at the corners of your lips. It was as if the air between you had shifted, becoming charged with a newfound energy, an excitement that mirrored the spark in his eyes.

He dipped his fork into the dish you had prepared, the aroma wafting upward, rich and inviting. As he took the first bite, his expression transformed, an appreciative hum escaping his lips. It was as if each flavor was a revelation, a journey he willingly embarked upon.

“This is amazing,” he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of genuine surprise and delight. “I mean, I knew you were a great cook, but this... wow.”

You chuckled, a mix of satisfaction and modesty in your response. “Oh thank God you liked it, I was so afraid you wouldn't.”

“Relax Nightingale, I love everything you cook.”

You knew there was no way that could be 100% true, but that lie took comfort in thinking that some of it was honest.

He took another bite, savoring each mouthful as if it were a precious gift. “You know, I've had my fair share of fancy dinners, but there's something about this,” he gestured to the bowl, “that feels different. It's like... comfort food, but elevated.”

The observation brought a genuine smile to your face. “That's exactly what I was going for. Food is meant to be enjoyed, you know, and it's even better when shared with someone special.” You look at him suggestively, he understands the invitation in your words.

“So I'm special, uh?” He says jokingly, you smack him lightly on the shoulder while rolling your eyes.

“Shut up, taste the others... I want to know what you think?” You respond by sitting next to him at the counter where he was.

He nodded in agreement, his expression softening as he continued to eat. The two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm of conversation, punctuated by the occasional hum of approval as he sampled each dish. As the night unfolded, the voices of the other guests outside the kitchen seemed to fade even further into the background, you hadn't left the kitchen to find out but you imagined that only the band and Teddy were there, thinking probably the other guests were gone by now.

As the last bites were savored and the last traces of dessert disappeared from his plate, he leaned back in his seat with a satisfied sigh. “You, cariño, are a culinary magician. I don't think I've ever enjoyed a meal like this before.”

Your heart swelled with a mix of pride and warmth at his praise. “I'm so glad to hear that. Now I know a little more about you, but I'm not gonna lie Rojas, I want to know more.”

He smiles, his gaze meeting yours with a newfound depth. “I've been wanting the same thing. Will you go out with me to lunch every day this week?”

“I would love that.” You exclaim with a huge smile on your face, it was like you were finally close to him and that was very comforting. “It's a date.”

You guys were silent for a few minutes, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Quite the contrary, you felt loved and belonged by his side. Confirming the great feeling you had since you met, that you were something special.

“Is it crazy if I say I want to kiss you?” His voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes locked with yours.

“Would it be crazy if I said I want you to?”

The two of you were there in the kitchen, lit by the dim light of the room, sitting on the kitchen island while the phrase you said held a suspense that made your bodies burn in anticipation. He once again licks his lips while watching your every move, you open a smile approaching him without looking away, you sit on his lap still watching those eyes as dark as space his hands go gingerly to your waist and you sigh at the contact. You take your hands to his curls, caressing his locks, watching him watch you fondly.

“May I?” He asks, and you nod.

As his fingers brushed against your waist, a shiver of anticipation traced its way along your spine. The world around you seemed to melt into the background, leaving just the two of you, suspended in a moment charged with unspoken desires.

With a gentle nod, you granted your consent, and he closed the remaining distance between you. His lips met yours in a kiss that was both tentative and hungry, a fusion of longing and discovery. It was a kiss that spoke of shared moments, of glances exchanged and unspoken connections forged.

The softness of his lips against yours was like a symphony, a melody that resonated within your very being. His fingers tightened their hold on your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss as if to capture the essence of this moment, to etch it into memory.

Your hands remained entwined in his curls, your fingers threading through the strands as if unraveling the layers that had kept you apart. The kiss was a dance, a rhythm of heartbeats that merged into a single pulse. His warm breath mingled with yours, a testament to the closeness you had both longed for.

As the kiss lingered, time seemed to stand still. It was as if the boundaries that had once separated you had dissolved, leaving behind a space where vulnerability and desire converged. The taste of him, the soft press of his lips, and the electric current that flowed between you were all a testament to a connection that had taken root beneath the surface.

When the kiss finally ended, you remained in each other's embrace, foreheads touching as you caught your breath. The kitchen around you seemed to have transformed, becoming a sacred space that held the echoes of this profound moment.

“That was…” he breathed, his voice husky with emotion.

“Amazing,” you finished his sentence, a happy smile gracing your lips.

He chuckled, his thumb gently brushing along your cheek. “I was going to say perfect, but amazing works too.”

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips, feeling a sense of contentment settle between you. You are surprised by the strong light that invades the room, both of you quickly close your eyes getting used to the change in place.

“Am I interrupting something?” His father's voice echoes, you quickly get off Warren's lap with a sheepish smile.

“Hey dad.” You say as you come down from the kitchen island, going to him.

“Really Rojas? Get out of there!” He rolls his eyes and leaves, leaving you alone.

“Is this bad?" He asks, a little worried, you shake your head.

“He doesn't mind that much, I assure you." you hold his hand, guide him out of the kitchen. “Come on, let’s enjoy the rest of the party.”

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[presidenthades]

Thank you so much for the update!

I loved it, actually Im loving this AU a bit more than the canon bu I have SOOO MANY QUESTIONS thay I dont even know what to ask first.

I kinda think Larys is playing many sides in this AU, he knows Jace is making Aegon better (maybe everyone figured it out by now) thanks Joff for maybe killing him in Daemon's handbook and ahhhh I hate that Jace was left alone in KL, but well it seems Ser Criston has become fond of her, what does he think of her in this world ? I kinda think since Jace is much more like Alicent he really likes her

Rhaenyra ohh boy she is really jealous isn't she that Aegon had "stolen" everything from her and now Jace too.

The whole Pentoshi dish makes me think, that this has something to do with Daemon commiting arson with his dragon. Triarchy maybe ? they did try to kill Jace in the other world.

And yes next week finally starts the S2 a part of me wants it and other loathes it Im weak and I have read the leaks and I don't like it

Thank you for always commenting and leaving feedback!!

I have noticed that the Lavender fic has been doing really well in all stats, even compared to my Main Timeline stuff. I’ve been trying to figure out why, but honestly I’ll probably never really know. Maybe it’s just TGC’s sheer charisma in the S2 promos. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I need to continue keeping quiet about spoilers for the rest of the fic, but when I’m eventually done posting Lavender, feel free to repeat any of your questions which I am currently avoiding!

I can talk a bit about Criston, though. I think even though he’s become cynical over the years, he still has this mental image of an idealized mistress he can serve, who is noble, dutiful, virtuous, etc., basically a princess/maiden from a song. Jace tries really hard to embody those qualities, so that predisposes Criston to like her. But he’s still bitter about his past with Rhaenyra, and I think he took away a life lesson of “don’t get too close to princesses,” which is why he draws the strict boundary with Jace.

Rhaenyra indeed has a lot of complicated feelings about Aegon. It doesn’t help that she’s been hearing bad things about him. 👀

Some of the leaks are all over the place, so I’m going to keep an open mind when the show actually airs. But I AM glad to hear that Emma and Tom have been getting rave reviews for their acting!

[quilna]

I'll be honest, I'm really curious about the god au. anything interesting to share about it? 👀 the idea of Frankenstein just calling Hyde/Jekyll out on being a god is incredibly appealing to me xD

Sorry about responding to this late, I was busy this weekend!

Ah the god au! Honestly my oldest au and one that could probably do with some tweaking and fixing up, especially since it was more than anything an excuse to draw characters in funky god outfits so a lot of aspects were very out of left-field. Not to mention, things in the comic have changed since the au was made but I can tell you what I’ve got!

I wrote a lot of this off of my memory since I've lost a lot of the old posts I made for it (They were banished to the shadow realm for containing my old, awful art) so things might be different now.

So the god system is vaguely based off of a book series called Fly by Night where there are hundreds of gods for every little thing - for example, the patron god of the main character is the god of keeping flies out of jam jars. So the gods in my au have complicated titles for rather small things and often have trouble finding worshippers.

Jekyll, specifically is the god of keeping rabbits out of the garden and he's both a trickster god and a guardian. For those he dislikes, he’ll often open garden gates, invite in pests, etc, but he’ll protect those he likes (for as long as he feels like it).

Eventually he and Lanyon meet while Jekyll is letting pests into his dad’s garden and they end up becoming good friends. However, Lanyon has to go to university and leave Jekyll behind but Jekyll takes a human form and a human name to follow him.

In the process, however, he ends up splitting himself in two. Hyde manifests into a pure trickster god as the god of letting pests into your enemy's garden and Jekyll manifests into an almost full guardian god (besides a bit of lowkey trickery on the side).

While people are very much aware that Hyde is a split-off from the original rabbit god, people aren't aware that Jekyll is that original god. As such, the news eventually gets to Lanyon that the god he once befriended all that time ago has split and he gets worried. While splitting is normal, it's often not exactly something that happens when a god is happy and, worse, he can't find the rabbit god anymore and Hyde's very obviously actively avoiding him.

Jekyll, meanwhile, is aware of none of Lanyon's internal conflict and he wants to make a society for small and little-known gods who aren’t getting enough worship to survive in the hopes of helping them.

Frankenstein is one of the few gods to be considered big. She's the goddess of freezing the dead (rigor mortis) so they don’t return which makes her well-worshipped. With some more recent reveals in the comic, I think I’d say that her title also isolates her a lot. Sure, it’s important to make sure the dead stay dead but it’s still death. Her name is still one that people curse when someone is taken prematurely.

When she arrives at the society, injured by her fight with another god, Moreau, she’s treated like an idol by the other gods. However, she recognises that Jekyll isn’t as human as he appears and assumes that whatever reason a god would have to pretend to be human to lead a society of gods wouldn’t be any good one. On the other hand, she's too injured to directly call him out for this so she spends her time quietly and subtly drawing gods away from his side and back to hers.

Of course, she’s more than a little peeved off when Jekyll is finally revealed and instead of being some terrible god of darkness or evil, she’s literally just caught a rabbit god. She hasn’t even caught one of the more dangerous trickster gods, she’s caught the guy who pretends to be human, asks for people’s hospitality and, whenever people are rude to him back, releases a hoard of rabbits into their garden while cackling and thinks this is the absolute height of mischief.

Being a known trickster god and all, I imagine the reactions from most of the lodgers is just groaning and complaints. It’s pretty standard for them but probably a lot more of a shock for the poor humans like Robert who are outside of the usual god politics and now have to deal with the knowledge that their friend was a god the entire time (Lanyon has a crisis over telling a literal god “Why would anyone give up their future prospects for someone like you?”)

Anyway, it’s vague and I’m not sure I remember every aspect of it but a bunch of small notes:

Griffin is actually a god of evil who once reigned terror over a small town. Joining the society is a form of community service for him to learn his lesson.

Hyde insists that he’s a hare god, not a rabbit god (because hares look creepier and more otherworldly. He’s still a rabbit though and everyone knows it)

Doddle was another trickster god and fully aware of Jekyll’s identity but, by trickster code, kept quiet about the whole deal. It’s very rude to ruin another trickster’s tricks after all.

I can’t remember what titles I gave a lot of the lodgers but I think Flowers was the goddess of keeping moths from eating holes in your clothes?

Hyde very much keeps up Jekyll’s old charade of pretending to be a human and then punishing those who are rude to him with pests in their gardens. Not even pests in their houses or anything, that’s out of his jurisdiction, so if they don’t keep a garden or plants he just has to grumble about it. I imagine at least once, someone who wronged him in the past finally got themselves a house plant and Hyde absolutely leapt on the opportunity immediately, basically flooding them with caterpillars, slugs, and at least one live rabbit just in their actual house because it's close enough to a garden, dammit!

[krshpdoinklestuf]

What's Charlie's and Adam's relationship like in this au since he's her stepdad now

What is his relationship like with Vaggie here since he's like her in law now

What's the brother dynamic between Eden and ziro

How'd you get so good at your art

How come Adam needed a c section with Eden and ziro

Did Adam and Lucifer ever go to one of those spiritual pregnancy classes that are supposed to help you stretch and get ready for birth

What is Charlie and able's relationship like as step siblings

How do Lucifer and able get along

Who attended Adam and Lucifer's wedding

What was Adam and Lucifer's wedding like

1.strained but getting closer. Charlie gets emotional whenever Adam’s hurt now and understand how important he is to her dad. They don’t always get along and she gets very easily embarrassed around him with what he says to her about him and his dad. They do have one thing they bond over though; guitar lessons. Charlie knows how to play some string instruments like the Cello and some guitar so Adam ends up teaching her some of his tips and tricks.

2. Adam teases the shit out of her and she hates him lol she wishes he’ll leave but she does acknowledge his good side when he shows it. She’s shocked at how much she loves his boys and Charlie in his own way. They have short moments of getting along but most of the time, Charlie has to keep them apart or they’ll end up killing each other. She also finds him disgusting since he tends to walk around without a shirt most of the time and scratch himself in true dad fashion.

3. Eden and Ziros relationship has been complicated their entire lives. Eden was incredibly jealous of Ziro when he was born, he would throw pretty bad tantrums to get their attention in the beginning but eventually, the two grew a lot closer. Eden teases Ziro a LOT, to the point Luci and Adam have to break them up. He will defend his brother no matter what though, he genuinely loves him. As they get older though, it becomes more strained. They’re so different and with how Eden kills their dad, Ziro feels more pain and betrayal towards him but he still loves his brother.

4. So many years of practice and constantly drawing to find the style I’m comfortable with lol I’m still not great with a lot of things like bgs but that means a lot😭

5. I kind of wanted a reason to give him cool scars lol and for some reason, for me personally, I couldn’t find a way to give him a natural birth without it being somewhat complicated anyway? Since Luci is the literal demon king of hell, Adam’s body could only handle so much. Luci loves to be soft and kiss them gently when they’re alone.

6. Kind of, Charlie’s version of it lol she felt like the patrons of the hotel could benefit from what him and Luci should learn too so she tries to have one of her own, even though she had no idea what she was doing. It just ended up with the patrons arguing over their own made up pregnancy drama and Adam watching in amusement, eating snacks and Luci more than fed up with the entire thing lol

7. They don’t really have much of a relationship quite yet. It’s more acquaintances than even siblings tight now, but they do like each other whenever he’s able to come and visit.

8. they’re not quite close but Lucis trying. He’s just awkward with introductions and not making himself look silly. Abel finds him a little weird and extravagant but not in a bad way, in a “he might actually be good for my dad” kind of way.

9 + 10. A select few in all of Hell and Heaven, it’s one of the only moments that Sera and even Emily would be able to see Luci. Both Adam and Luci wanted their wedding to be extravagant, any way to flaunt their love for each other. Luci HAD to have his ducks involved somehow so he made Adam accept their wedding cake topper is them as ducks lol It was a very busy ceremony but Luci and Adam haven’t been this happy in many years.

[justanothersquidblog]

wait i wanna know more about the idol's parents👀

inhales

ok so

Same and Harshika are the current heads of the Hohojiro and Onaga clan (Big Man is a head too but that's cause his Big Mama is,,, not present, anymore. And Big Dad didn't/couldn't handle the role.)

Same's @potat0bag 's character technichally so if you want more lore on her you should ask them.

But! I made Harshika. And she is the only daughter of the previous head of the Onaga clan and is known for two things; her taste for travel and her Laughter. She and Same used to be rivals due to Harshika's slightly obnoxious nature and Same's draw to seriousness but they became eventually life long friends.

Here's them when they were younger!

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As for Umi, Nori, and Don- Well... ok they got the most lore hang tight.

Nori and Umi are twins! But they've always been very different.

Umi was a party girl, Craig unintentionally gave her a complex at a young age trying to lovingly (VERY SPECIFICALLY HE THOUGHT THIS WAS HELPFUL AND KIND HE'S FROM A WAR ERA) reassure her that “oh you don’t have to work, since you’re the pretty sister!” so she became pretty reckless and irresponsible while being impossibly bubbly (trying to hide her insecurities)

Meanwhile Nori was “the smart sister” who was gonna be all this smart stuff and make sure Craig wasn’t sick, make sure she had enough money to keep their home, make sure Craig could retire, cause she was the smart one-

So Umi and Nori were also sorta set up to be competitive. Everyone who knew them had this need to put them against each other. But they were always secretly very close. Still though- that didn't stop them from drifting away from each other by outer forces.

Nori ended up marrying her best friend (Don, Marie's dad) who was good with money and they worked well together so of course they were in love right??

Wrong they were both gay. They still stayed married though! And are pretty happy despite not being into each other. Tax benefits yknow! And they only figured out they were gay after having little baby Marie so that made things a bit complicated- they decided to stay together mostly for her so she could have a more normal childhood. Marie loves them a lot, they love her too!

A little before that however, Umi had basically ran away. To Inkopolis! Where she was chasing fame and stardom and love and anything outside the countryside! Umi just really wanted to be something and do something. Be something special. To have something she worked really hard for that her dad could be proud of.

Except... Umi comes back one rainy night with half of the belongings she left with and... just knocks on Nori's door all ashamed and defeated.

And she wasn't alone.!

Umi had a lil bebe Callie with her in her arms that night and she needed home. And so with out a second of hesitance, she was welcomed by her sister's arms.

Umi, Nori, and Don all helped raise the two cousins. And let's be clear, Umi absolutely adores Callie though despite everything that may have happened in the city and is cautiously supportive of Callie and Marie's own idol careers. She's never planned to go out of Calamari County again though, she's been a bit, shaken. And prefers the home life.

Umi works currently as a Music Teacher for kids in Calamari County and is who taught Marie and Callie how to sing! Nori is a town doctor and Don is a computer whizz. They all like to watch videos on the Squid Sisters to show their support.

[jmagnabo92]

PM - 49 Photo

@prongsfoot-microfic

When Harry finds a photo of James and Sirius kissing, he’s got some questions and Sirius has a lot of explaining to do.

AO3

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“Hey, Sirius,” Harry says, tentatively from the doorway of the drawing room.  

Sirius hated being in this house again, but at least he has the opportunity to spend time with his godson/son.  Of course, Harry didn’t know that he and James were married or that Lily had only been a surrogate – well, sort of – James and Lily had been together briefly before he and James got together, and Lily had fallen pregnant.  Lily hadn’t been sure about marriage and kids and everything while she was a major target in the war, so he and James had agreed to raise Harry as theirs.  Lily would be a godmother, but they would raise him.

Only the prophecy had happened, and everyone had known that Harry biologically belonged to James and Lily.  So, they made assumptions and those two went into hiding and – well, the story continues from there.  

As far as everyone knows, Sirius is just the best mate.

“Hey, Harry.  Everything, okay?”

“Er, well, I – I sort of found something and I – I don’t really know how to ask, but…”

Harry nervously offers him something in his hand that he accepts.  He looks down to see a picture of himself and James kissing.  They were dressed up in fancy dress robes and had a small wedding – just the three of them.  Lily had performed the ceremony, she had gotten the ability as a special present to them for agreeing to take Harry in as their own (of course, he was biologically, James’) and allowing her to stand back a bit.

“Er, Harry, there’s something I haven’t told you – a lot actually,” Sirius states.  “Why don’t we have a seat?”

Harry nods and they sit on the little couch in the room.  It’s quiet as Sirius doesn’t know where to begin, too lost in the photo – one of the happiest days of his life.  He and James hadn’t been together long, only about three months, but they had always known they wanted forever.  

After a minute or so, Harry clears his throat.  “Are you – going to explain?”

Sirius clears his throat.  “Yes, er, you see – James was always more than my best mate.  I – I can’t tell you when I fell in love with him, but it was long before this kiss.”  He pauses.  “But you see, James was kind of – well – he kind of confused his feelings a lot.  He did fancy your mother, a lot, but he also had similar feelings for me, but he assumed they must’ve been platonic because you don’t have those feelings for a best mate.”  Sirius laughs.  “He was obviously mistaken.”

“Uh-huh, go on.”

“Okay, well, he dated your mother at the end of seventh year and into the beginnings of the war, but then realized that he wanted to be with me – Lily actually helped him figure it out,” Sirius states.  “And we got together.  This photo is of our impromptu wedding, we wanted to be married before you came along.”

Harry frowns.  “How did I come along then?”

Sirius takes a breath.  “Lily became pregnant right before your father and I got together.  It – it complicated things.  It was decided that James and I would raise you as a couple, as Lily – she loved you, but didn’t want to make you a target, the war was too much … it was a complicated time.  We were going to be your fathers and she was to be your godmother.”

“Then why does everyone think –”

“Technically, biologically, they’re right about your parentage.  And assuming the situation with James and Lily and – and … I was afraid that no one would believe me.  After all, the war was full of assumptions and craziness and I lost James and you in one night and ever since then… well, no one here is taking me seriously, so I – I thought it was better that I didn’t tell you about all of this.”

Harry nods.  “I suppose that makes sense.  Still, I – it would’ve been nice for you to tell me that you would’ve been my dad, too.”

“Pads,” Sirius states.  “Dad and Pads.  We used to joke about it all of the time.”

Harry grins.  “I know it must be hard to be without Dad, but I’m really glad to have my Pads, here.”

“I’m happy to be here with you, too, kiddo.  And at least, now, you know that it would’ve been the three of us as a family.”

“At least we still have the two of us and this photo.”

Sirius smiles.  “And lots of stories.”

“I’d love to hear them.”

“And I’d love to tell you.”