#and have fun daydreaming about the dough man!

[roseytoesy]

Got anymore doey vore art of yours?

Didn’t have any others but I did make some as soon as I saw this ask! Thank you for the excuse to draw and think about my blorbo.

So I had multiple ideas but not sure how well I can execute them. Everything is going to be under the cut. Also very rough sketch art but it should be mostly legible!

First idea was how each of the 3 kids try and “eat�� the player.

Or maybe during the big chase at the end the Mathew head lunges forward to swallow the player before Kevin can make the Doey mouth bite down on them. And Kevin can’t attack the Mathew heat too much cause it hurt him too.

Or something silly like Doey constantly elongating his neck as he swallows the player cause it feels very silly.

Or hammock Doey (he’s flattened out) but then kinda just wraps around the player cause he wanted cuddles.

There are so many ideas.

But I went with the first one cause it’s cute and silly. Also took me like all day but it was a good break from other stuff so thank you!

Have fun examining all of this fun stuff!

And here’s a breakdown of my thought process

Jacks favorite methods for nomming the player is more childish and silly.

Pushing them in via a hug

Flopping onto them and reforming with them safely inside

And of course being like a frog

Then there’s Mathew. He prefers it all to be consensual and sweet. Something to rest with and something for him to focus on despite his other responsibilities

Usually when he’s down he asks kindly if the player is ok helping him with cuddles. He knows being eaten can be scary but crawling into a safe space usually isnt. So he likes to open up his stomach. Using the 3 hands to hold the dough apart before closing slowly behind the player.

And for comfort. He likes to be the one to help others. But he sometimes needs help too. So he offers a safe space. A vulnerable space for them both inside. Doing the same as above. And usually letting some tears fall and some soft words of affirmation to be shared in such a small moment.

And of course Kevin loves the teasing/unwilling side of vore. It’s a form of play for him.

So he likes to just jump the player and gulp them down in-front of the other toys before giving a playful chase. Maybe eating a few others if he gets too carried away.

If the player doesn’t move fast enough with that grab pack he likes to “catch them if they fall. Or just like before if he’s bored enough he will snatch c them up and eat them feet first.

And if he truely lost his cool he ends up shoving them down the throat that kids between all the heads in the monsterous form. He’s more protective this way but there’s likely going to much bruising and scrapes from his rougher handling in this form.

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

Hiii ✨️ Your reply from my post got me really curious about headcanons for my self ship and I feel like I really need a kick back into posting all my drafted f/o posts...

Primis Dempsey is the absolute love of my life, and I was wondering what sort of hcs you had? I also want to come up with a new ship name, but I'm stumped thus far heh..

Sending big hugs 🩷✨️

- 🌾

Angel, I’ve got just the thing! I’m glad you’re back and I’m sending big hugs and lots of love to you💖💖💖

But FIRST!

A short little name brain storm

Guns and Roses

Bowie-Winged Butterflies (bowie knife btw, not the 80s singer)

Poppies and Primroses

Gun-Slinging Sweethearts

I hope these few can help, even if it helps the brainstorm have a clearer idea of what feels right.

Headcanons for you and Primis Tank:

Ohhh my GOSH. Every time Tank looks at you, it’s like a sense of pure wonder completely mesmerizes him. Smitten is an understatement

As a marine, his training and combat experience shook him down to experience constant hyper vigilance. Just your very presence helps him feel grounded again.

You have such an ethereal beauty to you! Not just in the way you naturally glow, but the way you dress yourself is just so gorgeous and so classy! You have him like moth to a flame. Tank can’t help but kiss you from head to toe every chance he gets

You’re that special someone who’s graced him with gift of tenderness that he’s secretly starved for. For that, he’s eternally grateful. He expresses this most through quality time and physical affection the most

I feel like he would give you one of these cheesy Valentine’s just to make you smile

“Yeah, I know it’s dorky. But it made you smile!”

You might be a badass belle of your own, but Tank’s still going to feel the need to protect you. If anyone bothers you, he’s immediately up to bat against anyone and anything. Hell, he’d threaten to punch the dirt if you stepped on a rock. The man is incredibly devoted to helping you

Dempsey has a lot of depth to him. Only you ever had the chance to really know that. The battles he’s willing to fight for you extend past outside conflicts. You are never too much. You are worth more than every star in the galaxy.

“Remember when I said we’d fight side to side, back to back? I meant that from the bottom of my heart. We’re a team. And I’m willing to do whatever the hell it takes to keep you safe. You’re the woman I want to love ‘till the day I die. No matter what happens, I promise to protect you.”

Some songs for your ship: You I Need by Amorphis, Doe Eyes by Sophie Woodhouse, and No Other Love by Jo Stafford

He’s very easy going whether you want to go somewhere or stay curled up together at home. Fun dates include (but are not limited to 😉): picnic dates, walking along the beach shoreline, a trip to the shooting range, aquarium visits, shopping together, and so much more.

In his top left pocket is his mother’s blueberry pie recipe to remember her by. I can see you both working together in the kitchen to make it together! Kneading the dough, teaching him what to do, having him slow dance with you while waiting for it to bake. It’s one of his most cherished memories.

Tank lets you steal his leather jacket to wear often. In a modern AU where he’s a drill sergeant, he makes sure you help keep it safe while he’s off to work.

When you two snuggle in at night, you get to rest safe in the marine’s embrace. He softly strokes your hair while you rest your head on his chest, softly conversing until one of you fall asleep first.

Tank daydreams with you about what it’d be like running away to a cottage home. Coming home to that sweet smiling face of yours every day, tending to the garden, escaping the bustle of the world. One of these days, he’s gonna make that dream a reality for you both.

[shadow-sojourn]

Shadow Sojourn

They say that when in the Shadows, the white arrows point the way. Not the blue ones; those lead back to the start of the journey. Not the red ones; those lead to bad things. And not the green ones; those lead to shortcuts, missing the whole point of the journey. But the white arrows show the path that is wanted, that is needed. The white ones guide gently and leave room for dreams.

They also say that the Guide—a cat, python, or raven—determines the path to be taken. It is the Guide, not the traveler, who decides whether to travel alone or with others, and when the journey starts.

Are you ready to begin your Shadow Sojourn?

You lounge on the bench, bored while your friend shops. You aren't really into their hobby, so you wait outside, but you're bored. You fidget. You get up and pace. You check the time. Your friend still isn't done. Sitting down again, you begin to daydream.

Abruptly, and a bit rudely you might add, a beautiful black raven lands on the armrest of the bench, pulling you out of your fantasies. "What?" you ask. "I don't have any food."

It stares at you, seemingly with impatience. You notice a scrap of paper tied to its leg. Carefully and deliberately, you gently untie the string and unfold the paper. It reads, "Adventure Awaits," in elegant cursive. The raven lightly pokes your arm with its beak, and then it swoops up to land on your shoulder. Expecting sharp claws to dig into your skin, you flinch, but you feel no pain. The raven perches comfortably.

"You know, I kind of feel bad calling you 'it.' How about she?" you query. Head tilting, the raven nods. "Cool!" you exclaim. "You can understand me! And how about a name?" Not really expecting a response, you're surprised when she actually replies.

"Muninn," she rasps. You grin. A talking raven!

"Well then, Muninn, where does this adventure start?" you ask. She peers forward, at a door underneath a blue and purple triangle patterned awning. A white arrow gleams from the shadows, embedded deep in the door and pointing straight ahead. "That way?" you say, already moving.

You stop. "Oh, wait, before we go." On the opposite side of the scrap of paper, you write, "Gone on an adventure. Don't worry." You leave the paper underneath a rock on the bench so your friend doesn't worry if they find you gone.

Opening the door with the glowing arrow, you smell fried dough and butter from the other side. With the door out of the way, the night sky stars shine through, which shouldn't be possible considering this doorway is attached to the side of a building. Whatever. You already have a magic raven on your shoulder. What's a little more peculiarity?

But the sight underneath the sky is what really takes your fancy. A proper carnival, bustling and noisy, waits in front of you and your companion. The only significant difference between this fair and the ones you've been to in the past is that all the lights illuminate the night instead of catching your attention in daylight.

Scampering up to the entrance, you ask how much money for a ticket. The man in charge of the ticket window smiles and says, "Free, if you have a proper companion."

You point to the raven. "See, this is Muninn." She caws obligingly.

"Here you are, two silver-rank tickets! These give you unlimited access to all rides and concession stands until you leave. No reentry. Have fun!" he tells you. You thank him and dash off, Muninn lifting off your shoulder to flap above you. 

Taking in everything, you consider the best place to start. Everyone around you has either a cat, python, or raven with them. They wear a variety of clothes from all over the world. You hear a multitude of languages and accents. 

The rides, on the other hand, are mostly classic ones. Vibrantly colorful lights flash from all directions, signs advertise the most extreme thrills, and dirt pathways lead visitors along twisty paths. 

A shimmering white arrow catches your attention. It sits on the ground, pointing to a ride. "Muninn! Ferris wheel!" you shout, looking up. She lands on your outstretched arm. You walk up to the back of the line.

Anticipation builds as you sit down in one of the compartments. You aren't super fond of heights, but the Ferris wheel feels secure and pretty mild. Plus, it's a classic carnival ride, so you're basically obligated to ride it at least once.

Once all the other riders are securely in the other compartments, the wheel starts moving. From this high up, the people and even the concession stands look tiny.

And then, as your booth begins going down, you get the weird sensation of falling. Though you know you're safe, it unsettles you slightly. A couple more times around, and then it's time to get off. 

On one fork of the path, there's a red arrow. You go to follow it, but Muninn warns, "Not the red ones! Only the white ones!" You're confused, but you agree to only follow the white arrows.

You don't spot any other glowing arrows, so you just wander a bit. Starting to become hungry, you look around for a food stand. 

A blue and white striped booth, surprisingly, sells exactly your favorite food! You walk up to the counter and say to the person, "One please?"

"Ticket?" They ask. You obligingly show them your silvery ticket. "Here you go then!" they smile and hand you the food. 

You smile back. "Thanks!" You cast around for a place to eat. At a nearby picnic table, you munch on your snack. "Time to leave soon," Muninn rasps.

"Awww, already? We just got here!" you complain.

The raven tilts her head. "Yes, but nonetheless, it is time to leave."

You sigh, but quickly finish eating. "Okay, let's go."

"The arrow is there." She pointed to a dirt path with one of the white arrows embedded in it. You stand up, discard your napkin, and set off for more adventures.

The path leads out of the fairgrounds and into a tiny grove of spruce trees. Leaving behind the sounds and smells of the carnival, you and your companion wind your way along an impossibly long path, one far too long to fit in the tiny patch of forest. The dark undergrowth presses in around you, but it feels comforting, almost like a familiar blanket, rather than sinister.

A breeze rustles the leaves, and owls call across the woods. You perceive the scent of freshly rained-on earth. Murky and blurry, darkness obscures the delicate twigs and rough bark of the trees. White arrows lead the way at every fork in the path.

Between two trees and ahead of you, lights pierce the blackness. Once you move out of the forest, an antique inn-slash-tavern blocks your view of the horizon. Wooden beams support a covered porch, real thatching covers the roof, and frosted glass makes up the well-lit windows. 

You feel relieved at the thought of a warm bed and a hot meal. The forest wasn't scary, but it was a lot of walking and the weather was a little chilly. Muninn flies beside you, seemingly just as tired as you.

Pushing open the door, you greet the other travelers who are already sitting at various circular wooden tables. A woman with a python draped over her head like a hat gestures you over. Why not? With Muninn following, you sit down at her table.

You soon learn that she doesn't speak English, and you don't speak her language, but you both manage rudimentary communication with gestures. She shows you a silver library card. You suppose this means that she's been to a library instead of a carnival. In return, you show your silver ticket. 

Her python fluidly moves down her arm onto the table. You are a bit wary of snakes, but this one is a Guide, so you don't worry much. The woman points to the snake and says, "Daisy," and then points to herself and says "Basira."

Your raven says "Muninn."

You say your own name. A waiter comes over, interrupting your sort of conversation. You order your favorite hot beverage, comfort food, and a hard-boiled egg for Muninn. 

Relaxing into your chair, you realize how hungry you really are. Your food comes surprisingly quickly. Basira has ordered some pasta dish; you aren't sure exactly what it is though.

Hurriedly, you dig in. The food is delicious. Once you finish eating, the waiter comes back and asks if you'd like to stay the night. Muninn decides for you. "Yes," she says. You bid farewell to Basira and Daisy and then go off to book a room for tonight.

Turns out all you had to do was present your silver ticket to get a room. Your room is at the top of a single flight of stairs. The bed is welcome after your long day (night?) of exploring. After you brush your teeth, you crawl under the quilts and fall asleep on the soft pillow, with Muninn perching on the arm of the rocking chair.

When you awaken, you yawn and sit up. The bed is really comfy and cozy; you don't want to get up, but you have more adventures ahead of you. 

Apparently, you're taking too long, so Muninn pokes you with her beak. "Yeah, yeah," you say, waving a hand. Yawning again, you notice a set of clothes on the bedside table in your size. You put them on and then follow the white arrow pointing out the window. Even though you've slept for hours, the sky is still dark and starry.

You're nervous, but outside the glass is an asphalt road. Climbing out, you turn back around. The window is now a perfectly normal door attached to the side of a brick building. The suburban city around you is just the right amount of crowded. Not lonely and abandoned, but not too many people either. Everything is gloomy, but the streetlights illuminate just enough to see comfortably.

You follow the glowing arrows along the road until they lead to the front door of a dilapidated antique bookstore. To your right, shelves and shelves extend far into the shop, farther than you can see. Books of every shape, color, material, and size line the shelves, enticing you with all their yet unknown stories. To your left, a woman stands behind a counter, and behind her, a menu sits on the wall, offering coffee, hot chocolate, muffins, and scones. 

The owner looks up as the bell dings above you. "Hello? Can I help you?" she says. You ask if she has the book you've been wanting for a while, but never seem to have the time or money to actually buy yourself.

She smiles. "Oh, of course! Right this way." You follow her through the dusty mahogany bookshelves. A metallic, gold-covered tome catches your eye. You stop, despite the owner still walking. You call to her, "Wait! What's this one?"

She turns to follow your gaze. "Oh, no, don't touch that one. It's not meant for travelers." 

"Huh?"

"I mean, it wouldn't hurt you or anything, but . . . knowing everything about the Shadow paths and the Guides and the arrows, well, it just isn't meant for visitors," she tries to explain. Like multiple other instances of confusing warnings, you simply accept it. If there's good magic, why not bad magic?

You shrug. "Okay. Lead on!"

The owner of the shop relaxes. You didn’t even notice she was worried. Muninn decides to land on your shoulder again.

You pay for the book by showing your silver ticket. Purchase safely in hand, you leave the nostalgic bookstore. Muninn mournfully says, "You must leave soon. It is almost over."

You frown because you don't want to go back to the normal, boring life. You don't want to leave this strange place full of adventures and whimsy. "Do I have to?"

"All journeys come to an end." Muninn points to a white arrow pointing to a ladder disappearing into a pitch-black hole in the grassy ground by the side of the road. "Back home," the raven explains.

You glance from the pit to Muninn. "Goodbye. I hope to see you again?" 

"Farewell," she caws, voice melancholy. You bid one last farewell to your raven, and then you climb carefully down the ladder out of the night into the even deeper darkness.

Back on the bench, you watch your friend finish their shopping and come out of the store. "Sorry! I hope you weren't too bored," they say. You smile. 

"You don't have to worry on that count." You hold up the book. "I definitely wasn't bored."

Maybe someday you'll get to go back and find out the secrets of the shadowy path: the golden book, the red arrows, and the always-dark sky. After all, someone has to supervise the ticket windows and wait on the tables and manage the bookstores. Maybe someday, you'll be one of the ones who show travelers the way.

You repeat, "I definitely wasn't bored." And you smile, remembering your Shadow Sojourn.

[michwritesstuff]

Halloween in July (Top Gun: Maverick)

inspired by my own wish for it to be fall already! watched hocus pocus and ate nutella cookies as i wrote this, so i was really feeling it :)

summary: female reader (she/her) x top gun: maverick Y/N is feeling homesick and missing the New England seasons that she has become so accustomed to. Phoenix decides that it would be fun to throw a Halloween party in July, something to let the team let loose and give Y/N a little taste of her favorite season.

notes/warnings: some good old fluff

word count: 1.0+ k

You weren’t exactly sure what to expect when Phoenix told you that she would be throwing a Halloween party in July at your guys’ shared house. However, you had no complaints.

Halloween was one of your favorite holidays of the year, mainly because it fell in time with your favorite season. There was something special about the fall; the days becoming shorter, air crisp, leaves changing colors before they fall, and cozying up inside to watch movies you’ve grown up watching.

Despite the party being thrown at your house, Phoenix refused to let you help. She had apparently already gone to get decorations from the party store with Bob and had been hiding everything in her closet for the past week.

You were instructed to go grocery shopping while she set everything up. Managing to grab the basic party snacks like drinks, chips, and popcorn, you grabbed a tube of cookie dough that you could hopefully cut into cool Halloween shapes, but arts and craft weren’t really your strong suit.

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As you arrived back to your house you were surprised to see that the driveway and street in front was filled by the cars from the rest of the team.

You opened the door to find black and orange streamers everywhere as black balloons covered the ground and cutouts of bats and pumpkins littered the walls.

“HAPPY HALLOWEEN!” the group exclaimed.

“Let me guess, you’re supposed to be pilots?” you half-laughed at the group in front of you, their usual flight suits on.

“I’m a pilot, Rooster and Phoenix are WSOs,” Bob replied, a large smile spread across his face.

“We didn’t exactly have a lot of time to figure something out,” Rooster explained.

“It’s great, I love it,” you laughed, pulling them into a tight hug.

“Here let me help,” you heard Hangman call from behind, his hands reaching yours as he grabbed the grocery bags.

“Thanks, what are you supposed to be?” you asked, taking in his casual civvy uniform of jeans and a t-shirt.

Hangman lazily pointed to a piece of paper clipped to his shirt that read hottest man alive.

“Original” you snorted out, eye rolling before a large smirk spread across his face.

“It’s good right?” he continued on.

“Who wants to play blood pong?” Payback asked.

“Play what?” you exclaimed, running to the living room in shock at Payback’s statement.

“It’s just cup pong, we dyed the water red. Bob saw it on Pinterest or something,” Phoenix explained, coming to your side as you gave her a funny look.

“You guys really thought of everything huh?” you asked, a smile growing across your face.

Phoenix pulled you in for a side hug before speaking again.

“Of course, we want this to be perfect for you. I know how much you’ve been missing home and I picked up on how you kept ranting about missing your family’s annual trip to the local apple orchard.”

You laughed at that last part of her statement.

“Thanks, Tash,” you said as you pulled her in for a full hug.

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Hours had passed and the team got drunker as the games went on.

Coyote and you had end up going on a 6-game winning streak in blood pong, so as Phoenix and Rooster had missed many shots, they got drunk pretty quick.

 Hangman challenged you in a bobbing for apples contest, loser had to take a shot of moonshine that his family had brought up from when they visited. You weren’t completely sure what it was made from, but it could definitely be considered military grade.

As the sun started to set and evening arrived, the house was finally cool after blasting the air conditioning all day. The team gathered, bundled up in a random assortment of fuzzy blankets that you and Phoenix found in storage, in front of the tv.

You snuggled close to Bob, who sat on your left against the arm of the couch. To your right was a small space for Phoenix who had gotten up to grab the remote, Rooster to her right pressed against the other arm.

Hangman, Payback, Coyote, and Fanboy were sprawled out on the floor in front of the couch, each nursing a bowl of snacks.

“So, what are we in the mood for?” Phoenix asked, taking her seat back on the couch as she scrolled through the tv.

“Conjuring,” Rooster and Hangman said at the same time, doing their best to high five each other as they suggested the same movie.

“No, absolutely not!” Fanboy exclaimed.

“I do not mess with that shit,” he continued.

“I agree with Fanboy, nothing that scary please,” you stated.

“Y/N, I thought you liked scary movies, plus it’s our Halloween night,” Rooster tried to reason.

“Paranormal horror movies are different from homicidal horror movies, they shouldn’t even be the same category,” you stated.

“How about Hocus Pocus?” Bob suggested, pointing at the screen as Phoenix used the remote to scroll over.

“Perfect, that’s my favorite Halloween movie!” you declared in excitement.

“It is a good one,” Phoenix spoke up, clicking play as she leaned further into the couch.

There was a simultaneous groan from Hangman and Rooster who were somewhat displeased from the ‘kiddy’ movie put on.

“Why don’t you boys make yourself useful and get the cookies from the oven,” Phoenix instructed.

They stumbled their way into the kitchen, mumbling between themselves.

A loud bang caught the attention of the group, realization hit as the metal noise of the pan being picked up and placed on top of the stove had Phoenix shaking her head.

“I’m going to kill those idiots,” she began to get up, but they were quick to bring the pan into the living room, a spare plate in hand for serving.

“They weren’t supposed to look like anything right?” Hangman spoke up?

You looked down to see your mediocrely cut-out bats and pumpkins now looking like random blobs on the pan.

“Nope,” you laughed, reaching down to grab one.

As you nestled your way back into the couch you couldn’t help but look around at your team.

You may not have been home, but this was the next best thing. They were your family and you were so incredibly thankful to be surrounded by such genuine and caring people.

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[forever-rogue]

if i can send another request: uh how about reader is a helper in marcus moreno's house and she thinks her feelings are unrequited bc she helps marcus get ready to go on a date. And then she has to look over missy while hes on the date and missy is like: u like him right. And reader is like: no way thats unprofessional. And missy looks at her like really? And finally reader caves and says yeah i like you. And at the very end marcus ends up confessing he does like reader and it ends happy? 😭😭

I love 1 (one) crime fighting hero/tired dad. This got real soft, enjoy!

Marcus Moreno x fem!reader; warnings: slight language

Pedro Characters Masterlist

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“Thanks for doing this," Marcus' voice is soft as he calls to you from his bedroom. You remind yourself of the current situation and plaster on the best smile you could muster up. But you weren't fooling yourself - or Missy for that matter. She rolled her eyes as she passed by and headed to the kitchen table to start homework; she had a lot to say but it could wait for now.

"Its no problem, Marcus," you promised through slightly gritted teeth as you reminded yourself that you had no reason to be jealous - no reason to have feelings other than friendly for your closest friend.

"C-can you help me real quick?" there was an almost nervous quality to his voice as you made a small sound of confirmation before pushing open the door to his bedroom. Your jaw almost dropped sight; Marcus was standing in front of his mirror, looking more handsome than anyone should have legally been allowed to.

Opting to stick with his love of black on black, he was sporting a pair of well fitting black trousers and a black button that displayed the muscles of his back whenever he moved. You barely caught yourself when you realized he was holding two ties in his hand and displayed them to you.

Flitting over to him, you took both options and shook your head, tossing them into the bed. He didn't say anything but raised a brow in amusement, "no tie. Just what you have on is fine. The black on black is an excellent choice."

"Yeah?" he asked as a nervous smile tugged on the corners of his mouth, "its not too...depressing?"

"Not at all, its very se- you look good Marcus," you promised him as he let out a nervous huff of laughter, "she's going a lucky lady, and she's going to love you."

"Hmm," he mused for a moment, turning his gaze to you in the mirror and trying to read your expression. You quickly dropped your eyes, not sure if you were quite ready to cross that bridge just yet - or ever. His hands went to the top buttons and he quickly undid a few, exposing the smallest amounts of golden skin, "listen, I-"

"I should go and help Missy with her homework," you quickly cut him off before anything else could happen or heavens forbid you confessed your undying love then and there, "and you finish getting ready, mister!"

Before anything else could be said, you darted out of his room and towards the kitchen where Missy was pretending to be engrossed in a book. You knew she was keen on getting as much information as possible and had not doubt been trying to listen in. She closed her book as you took a seat next to her and offered her a small smile.

"How does pizza sound for dinner? We can even go crazy and get ice cream for dessert," you suggested and despite her attempt at a serious look her eyes lit up with excitement as she nodded, "don't worry, we won't tell your dad. It'll be our secret."

"Alright ladies," Marcus came out of the bedroom now sporting that damned leather jacket that made you weak in the knees on top of it all. It was the glasses, perched smartly on his nose that set you off though. How could one man look so good? Practically unfair. Missy nudged your leg to snap out of your little daydream as you caught yourself, "I'm headed off. I won't be back too late. Missy, I want all your homework done and bed at a reasonable hour."

"Fine dad," she groaned as she pulled her folder out of her background with the day's homework.

"And you," he turn his attention back to you as you felt a flush of warmth wash over your face, "are an absolute angel. I don't know what I'd do without you. I owe you big time."

"Don't  worry about a thing," you insisted as you motioned your head towards the door, "now go and have fun, Marcus. You deserve it."

"Thanks," there was that stupid, silly, soft smile on his face again, "see you tonight."

With a small wave, he was off on his date. There was a soft tugging on your heart and the back of your eyes burned ever so slightly. You took a breath to collect yourself and decided to ignore it all. It didn't matter anyways, Marcus was going on a date with not you, and whoever she was, she would undoubtedly fall in love with him. It was Marcus Moreno, after all, who wouldn't fall in love?

Missy watched you silently for a few moments before deciding not to bring anything up...not just yet anyway.

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“You should tell him you know,” Missy said through a mouthful of ice cream - chocolate chip cookie dough with lots of brownie and fudge, her all time favorite. Your brow furrowed in confusion as you tried to figure out what she could possibly mean. Your stomach churned at the realization, “my dad - you should tell him you like him.”

“W-why would I do that?” you stammered nervously as you tried to keep your face neutral. Missy groaned at your vain attempt as it become very obvious that the young girl knew exactly how you felt, “Missy, I can’t do that. He doesn’t...he couldn’t possibly ever feel the same way.”

“Why not?” she asked as she possibly off her bowl before setting down on the coffee back and pausing the movie you’d been watching, “you and dad both like each other! You might as well tell each other and get it over with. Besides, you’re a million times better than whatever her name is that he’s on a date with.”

“How could you possibly know that?” you laughed lightly at her fervent insistence, the words that he liked you too not lost on you at all.

“Because she’s not you,” she insisted, “and dad really likes you. He’s just...too awkward sometimes. I know he just doesn’t want to mess anything up. But I’m telling you, you both need to stop being fools and tell each other you’re in love!”

“Alright, little Missy,” you groaned lightly as she smiled triumphantly - she had you hook, line, and sinker, “time for bed, it’s late anyways. Go brush your teeth and get changed. I’ll check on you in a little bit.”

“Fine,” she sighed heavily, a trait definitely inherited from Marcus, “but you know I’m right! Tell him!”

You were about to make a smart retort as you watched her giggling form disappear up the stairs but decided against. Apparently all the times you thought you were subtle about your affections towards Marcus, you were being anything but.

Shit, shit, shit. Hopefully he’d never noticed. He was a Heroic, you reminded yourself, of course he knew. But he’d never said anything, never treated you oddly...maybe he didn’t know after all. Maybe this was one of the things he was blind to. Yeah...that was surely it. Besides, why would someone like him ever like you? You were just you and he was...everything.

You’d been so lost in your conversation with Missy and now your own thoughts that you’d had heard the front door open and close. You hadn’t noticed as Marcus slowly made his way into the kitchen and overheard everything. But Missy did - she was his daughter after all, and her little scheme played out exactly out she had planned.

Sighing, you stood up and stretched, still unawares of the eyes glued to you. Marcus smiled at the little sound you made, his own heart thumping nervously as he realized what he needed to do. His date had ended early - his decision -and it hadn’t been particularly fun. His date had been nice, pretty, kind, but at the end of it all, she wasn’t you. That’s what he had wanted. Enough with the skirting around the issue - he was finally going to tell you how he felt.

Scooping the dirty bowls up, you tried to figure out just how you were going to tell Marcus about your feelings. Missy wouldn’t drop it, you knew she wouldn’t. You could just get straight out with it - direct and to the point and lay all the cards on the table.

Or was that too direct? Should you hint some more; although that hadn’t gotten you very far either....fuck. Nope you were just going to have to do it once and for all.

“Marcus - I’m in love with you,” you tested the words out to yourself to see how they would sound. Your voice was a small, soft thing, but you couldn’t deny that you liked how they sounded. Deciding that it would just take some practice to get yourself ready to say the words to him, you repeated the words, “I love you, I love you, I love you. Marcus Moreno - I am in love with you.”

As you flipped on the kitchen light, you let out a small scream and almost dropped the bowls in your hands as you finally spotted Marcus. He was quick to your side and took the bowls from you, setting them back on the counter and offering you a sheepish, but soft expression. Nothing but horror washed over you as quickly came to the conclusion that he must have heard everything single thing you’d said.

“M-Marcus,” you fumbled over your words as he watched you with a soft expression, “I-I-I didn’t hear you come in, didn’t know you were back. I was just umm...playing around. Missy, she umm, I didn’t...ughh...Oh...this is...I didn’t mean it?”

“I got back a little bit ago,” he confessed as you hid your face in his hands; yeah, he’d heard everything, “I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Listen, Marcus, I didn’t mean it, it’s just...Missy thinks that we’re in love or something, and I was just messing around...” it might have been the weakest lie you’d ever told and the look on his face said that he didn’t believe a word of it. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think...he was happy, “wait - you’re back? I didn’t expect you for another hour or so.”

“Left earlier than expected,” he admitted as he tried to still the wild beating of his own heart. He took a step closer and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried to not completely lose the remaining grips on reality you had, “wasn’t quite feeling it.”

“Oh?” you asked softly as he shrugged lightly, “w-what happened?”

“She wasn’t you,” he echoed Missy’s words from earlier as an involuntary smile crossed your features. Holy shit - was this actually happening? No, no, no, this must be all a dream, “I should have asked you to dinner. A long time ago actually. I don’t know why I didn’t. I guess Missy’s right, I’m just an awkward uncool dad.”

“Me?” you pointed at yourself as he laughed lightly and nodded, “why on earth would you ask me?”

“Why would I...I thought it was kind of obvious by now?” he tilted his head to the side as you looked at him with wide, innocent eyes, “I mean, Missy pretty much spilled the beans...”

“Wait, wait, wait,” you looked at him nervously, still refusing to believe that this was actually happening, “you like me? Me?”

Then he whispered your name, so softly, so reverently, so gently before reaching over and putting his hand gently on your cheek, “I’m in love with you.”

“Me,” you didn’t bother to try and hide your smile as he nodded, “I....yeah. Me too. Obviously. She’d been pushing me to tell you, but I didn’t want to...”

“Mess anything up?” he finished for you as you nodded, letting out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in, “me neither.”

“Sooo...” you trailed off and flicked your eyes back his, admiring the way the soft brown orbs stared back into your, crinkling in the corners as his dimple was on display, “ummm...I should...I should go since you’re back.”

“Is that really what you want?” he teased as you shook your head before laughing, “do you know what I want?”

“Ummm.... no?”

“I really, kind of want to kiss you,” he admitted as your heart blossomed with joy at his gentle words, “if that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” you bit your lip lightly, “I want that too.”

And then it happened, easily, fluidly, almost like you’d both been doing it forever. His hands found your waist as you tugged you close, your arms snaking around his neck as you leaned up to meet his kiss, His lips were plush and soft, and even better than you could ever have dreamed. It wasn’t some rough and brash tangle of teeth, with either of you fighting for dominance; no, this was slow and easy, intimate to its core and filled with nothing but longing and desire.

This was exactly what you’d always envisioned.

“It’s about time,” the two of you slowly pulled apart at the sound of her voice as you tried to find Missy peeking at the two of you from the foot of the stairs, “I told you both!”

Before either of you could say anything else, she darted upstairs and back to her bedroom, slamming the two shut as he pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He chased your lips with his own, giving you a few more soft pecks before you grinned at each other like fools in love which, you supposed, you were.

“She’s too smart for her own good sometimes,” he sighed lightly as you touched his cheek, “but I’ll let this one slide.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh honey,” he whispered before kissing you again - it was already something he never wanted to stop doing now that he’d had a taste, “what were you saying about having to leave?”

“I don’t remember,” you teased with a kiss to his cheek.

“Stay?” he asked softly; it was a question that held a lot more meaning than just one night, or something temporary. You both knew exactly what it meant.

“Yes,” you promised, “I’ll stay.”

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[soradragon]

Prank full of love

Dwalin here! Woooo!! changed my style a bit to fit with the type of genre this is, this is a comedy x reader fic. I’m very proud.

Also, thank you my sweet @deepestfirefun​ for helping me out! And Thank you my beta reader for helping me out! I love you!

Warnings: cursing, shirtless dwarf (wink wonk) and fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Dwalin x F! reader,  mentions of bagginshield

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"You..!"

A deep, threatening and rough voice bounced against the walls of the passages. 

Not much further ahead was a woman, pushing a man of what looked like a high status to the side. She was running like a madwoman, fleeing from what people would think; the devil. 

That woman is you. Yes you; surprising, isn't it? 

What did you do to get yourself ending up in this peculiar predicament, you probably wonder?

Well then, no need to look further nor to scroll down to nitpick every sentence in this story to make even the slightest sense of what's going on in this world of chaos. It shall all be explained right here and now! 

If you didn't care nor wonder what, how, and why this all happened, then too bad! You have no power over this story! Haha, take that!

Ahem, anyway...It all happened at a feast around midnight before all this chaos came to be.

*(*)*(*)*

Fili and Kili dragged you with them. The blonde prince led the way as the younger brother pulled you with them.

They had been spouting stuff about "the greatest idea ever." and "going in the history books for being the legendary mischief-makers." Or something like that. You didn't really listen, like at all, only perking up and paying a biiit more attention when they mentioned 'you' and 'food.'

Were you getting an all-you-can-eat-buffet?

Aww, such sweethearts! They shouldn't have.

Weelll, you did deserve it, after all. Going along on this journey and defeating a dragon is not an easy feat. They should make you an entire statue while they're at it! 

Yes, one right next to the entrance so all visitors and passers-by could see you and know of your magnificent and heroic deeds.

You mentally patted yourself on the back. The look on your face was a mix of smugness and pride.

But you were forgetting one small itty bitty detail (or two) in your only sliiightly intoxicated state:

You weren't the sole hero who slew the dragon. You already got your fair share of the reward: a high status in the kingdom - a place in the High Court of the company who went on that dragon-slaying quest - and a luxurious comfy home included. And not to forget the gold you were promised. Thorin also offered work in a high place in the kingdom like a royal scholar or something, but you gracefully declined. You liked working in the toy shop with Bofur and Bifur - so...no statue for you.

But you didn't remember that.

You snapped out of your daydreams when Fili softly helped you to sit down on your bed. 

How did you get here in the first place?

"Are you alright Y/N?"

Fili or Kili, you don't know which one as they looked the same to you at the moment, wiggling in front of you with their two clones.

When did they become a quadruplet?

"Y/N?"

Oh yeah, you still needed to answer them. 

"...'M fiiinee."

You managed to slur out with difficulty, sleepiness slowly taking over. The brain cells were already going to bed, leaving behind a heavily drunken brain to operate the whole system.

What could go wrong, am I right?

...A lot.

*(*)*(*)*

"Ugh, stupid hangover..."

You moaned, resting your chin on the edge of the bucket pathetically.

You felt like you died and came back to life again, moaning over a bucket you desperately tried not to look into, for you knew the meal you had yesterday would not be a pretty sight.

At least you could tell what was up and down...yay for you...

You didn’t forget that you had somehow convinced Fili and Kili you were really fine and totally not wasted. How was beyond you, and you were not in the mood to figure it out.

Maybe they were also drunk or just took advantage of your pickled state. Yeah, they would do that to guilt-trip you into going along with their prank. They knew you never break a promise, even if you made it in your totally half-sober state. They were too cunning for their own and others’ - mostly others’ - good.

Anyway, somehow (not surprisingly) without knowing what you were getting into, you had nodded along with everything they had said. 

You vaguely remember Kili or Fili tucking you in and saying goodnight. 

Note to self: Never try to win against Bofur - or any dwarf for that matter - in a drinking match ever again.

You chastised yourself while staggering towards your wardrobe.  How late would Fili or Kili pick you up to set his prank in motion? You didn’t even care which one it was - you hated them both at the moment...Okay, who are you kidding; you would do the same thing again in a heartbeat for either of them. And of course, they would give poor little you the hardest and most dangerous job to fulfil... Great. Just peachy.

Sigh.

Let's get this whole shenanigan over with, dammit. They’d better sing tales and praises about you once this is over. 

Not long after you put some clothes on, The two brothers barged into your chamber, loud and boisterous as ever. How they both could be so lively in the morning (with probably a hangover too) was beyond you.

"...Stupid dwarf genes..."

You mumbled to yourself as you let the two princes drag you to the training hall with their arms hooked around yours on either side. 

You felt dread pool inside your stomach as you got closer to the training hall. 

Now, normally you loved the training hall. After all, it was the front row seat to a heavenly sight of young warriors and their amazing muscles being put to use in a workout. Not to forget there was one dwarf in particular who you just loved to watch while he flexed his muscles by throwing other dwarves around.

But right now, you feared it with a burning passion, for that place was undoubtedly the place where you would meet your inevitable doom.

"Don't worry dear Y/N, it's gonna be fun!"

Kili spoke up happily, seeming to notice your unease Oh, how you would love to give him the big finger. But knowing Kili, he would drop you for the fun of it and make a whole drama show out of it, gasping and acting like a stereotypical blonde rich girl, one who just overheard the most scandalous gossip about herself. You cursed yourself for showing Kili how to be a true drama queen. (Prince, in his case, but you get the point.) The traitor uses all those tricks against you every chance he gets. You could just kick yourself for being so stupid to show him the ropes. What's worse is that if you would put Kili in a dress he would be the definition of a diva! How he does it? 

No one knows!

Why couldn't you just say no and walk away?

"Because you're too nice to leave your favourite dwarves hanging, Y/N. You promised you would help." Kili said. Technically, your autopilot did, not you. Unfortunately for you, Kili was right. You wouldn't leave him hanging. 

You glared at Kili and the stupid cheeky grin he gave you. You would have rolled your eyes at him if that wouldn't hurt as much as it did, so you decided to roll your eyes mentally instead.

Wait...did you just say that out loud?

"Yes, yes you did."

"Fu-"

*(*)*(*)*

After what seemed like ages Fili and Kili had finally managed to drag your miserable self to the big wooden doors of the training hall. You had given up the struggle after the longest ten minutes of your life, deciding to formulate a master escape plan before you would reach the training halls. Unfortunately for you, it was too late. You threw your carefully thought-out plan down the drain when Kili accidentally slammed the door against the wall too loud when he kicked it open with his boot.

Still having his arm looped around your's, mind you.

Everyone and everything quieted down for just a moment. Heads turned towards the entrance where they were all, no doubt about it, greeted with a comical sight. 

Fili and Kili, obnoxious as always and wicked smiles on their faces (and everyone who even remotely knew the young princes, grasped that the two were up to no good.) 

dragged a very anxious looking you with them. One would guess you were about to be sacrificed as a dragon's dinner.  Which you were, in your opinion.

"Come on Y/N,  time to teach you how to disarm opponents," Fili said, leading the way to a part of the area where a couple of young dwarves were thrown on the ground by one dwarf in particular, one you came to recognise as the hottest and grumpiest dwarf in all of Grump Town. And oh boy, you were not ready to get destroyed by him, and you showed it, too, pulling and protesting and cursing at everything that lived.

How you wished you could tell people that you managed to free yourself from the boy's grasp and run for the hills. 

Sadly, that wish didn't come true; God hated you or something, for Fili and Kili  - those little rascals - managed to push you right into Dwalin. 

You didn't know if Dwalin catching you was a blessing or a curse. What you did know, however, was that you most definitely were blushing, if your burning cheeks were anything to go off of.

Dwalin was shirtless... His strong, hairy arms encircled your waist delicately, and you were practically pressed against his chest...

Against his strong, warm and bushy dwarven chest.

The scent of sweat, smoke and a vague hint of cookie dough entered your nose, and it strangely made you feel at home.

You were a goner, yep completely gone, nobody's home. Come back later or leave a message after the beep for Y/N dot exe has stopped working and took a vacation to cloud nine.

Sadly, your cloud nine had been sucked away too quickly by the dwarf himself who put you there in the first place. 

Dwalin, being the grump that he is, grunted at you and pushed you back on your feet as if you had burned him! 

"Rude much," you grumbled once you managed to keep your balance, dusting yourself off.

Dwalin (the ass) only grunted in return. Him and his damn grunts. 

You ain't special enough for him to form a full sentence for you, now?

Fine, if he was gonna play it that way then, you were gonna give it to him back tenfold.

Screw consequences, the dick deserved this. You were gonna go all out. 

You turned around and stuck your tongue out like a real child woman.

Fili and Kili started to giggle behind you, getting quiet real quick when they saw Dwalin glaring daggers at them. 

You marched towards the two princes, whispering four words as you moved past them. 

"Let's do this shit." 

The boys definitely heard you, for their grins turned wicked. 

One glance and you knew what was about to come. If being the two princes’ guinea pig for pranks with poor Bilbo the entire journey taught you anything, it would be to recognize the twinkle in their eyes. 

It spoke in volumes louder than any dragon could roar; chaos was about to unfold, both in their brains (as they looked each other in the eye) and soon, in reality. You looked slightly over your shoulder. 

Yeah, they were scheming alright, communicating with that brotherly bond they share or something. 

Watch out Dwalin:

This. Is. War.

*(*)*(*)*

ShitshitshitshitSHIT!

Oh, how you came to regret tripping Dwalin up. In your defence, it wasn't your fault that he couldn't take his dark eyes off of you when you pulled your shirt off because the heat was getting too hot to handle. 

Wink wonk.

Hey, at least you wore a white undershirt. One which clung to your breasts tightly. Yeah, that'll give him something to look at.

Anyway! 

It wasn't your fault, either, when Dwalin marched towards you with purpose in his steps when you bent over to grab a dagger off the ground, showing him your assets in the process.

It was his fault, really! He should've noticed that Fili and Kili were waiting for him to stand on the grey X. And now you were running for your life with a very, very angry dwarf (who was covered in white glue and colourful feathers) on your heels. Thanks for everything, Kili. Thanks for shrieking out, "Y/N planned it!" The moment Dwalin glared at them...

The snitch.

You pushed dwarves to the side as you ran for your life, screaming sorry as you went, because you are a polite gentlelady. Dwarves watched you go with wide eyes, confused as heck as Dwalin stormed past them not long after.

Most of the time, you were glad they made the hallways mainly one straight line, but now? You cursed its existence and its creator.

There was unquestionably no doubt about it that Dwalin would catch up. Curse you and your hate of exercise.

You should have taken Gloin's offer of jogging with him when you had the chance, but Bombur's pastries were too tempting to pass up on at the time.

And now here you were, fleeing like the devil was behind you, with burning lungs and protesting legs. You were afraid to glance back; you could almost feel your pursuer’s breath go down your neck. You silently prayed to all the deities above and beneath you to help you out, and it seemed one took pity on your little mortal soul. For the moment you finished your prayer, you were rewarded with two things: two dwarves carrying barrels, and a small corridor you almost missed if it hadn't been for someone came out of said corridor. 

You took the opportunity without hesitation and slammed against the two unexpecting dwarves, who dropped the barrels in surprise. You managed to slip past them before the barrels hit the ground - like freaking Indiana Jones - skidding through the corridor with a sharp turn. 

Without a second wasted, you pressed yourself against the wall like a ninja on a mission and held your breath. This was the moment of truth. There were two possibilities: either Dwalin wasn't fooled by the stunt, or he runs right by you. You prayed for the latter.

Lo and behold, for your prayers have been answered again! The deities really loved you at this moment, or just had lots of pity for you.

Dwalin ran past the corridor.

You let out the biggest sigh of relief in your life Patting yourself on the back, you turned around with a smile... Only to come face to face with the king of the mountain. The smug-ass had a knowing smirk on his face.

Shitpopcicles...

"Why are you so out of breath Y/N? You look as if a warg was on your heels." the smirk faltered as Thorin rubbed at his chin as if he were thinking. 

The grin returned tenfold. "Is a certain dwarf chasing you, perhaps...?" His voice was teasing; he dang well knew why.

Oh, how you wished you could smack that smirk off his face, but sadly that was not a good idea. The bugger knows about your crush on Dwalin and teases you often. 

He found out about it during the journey and he had always put you and Dwalin on watch together. 

He shipped it, you just knew he did.

You pointed a threatening finger towards him. "Watch out, boy." You were close enough to Thorin to be the only one allowed to do something like this.

"Or this little lady won't hesitate to tell the whole damn mountain and a certain someone that you have a crush on a certain hobbit."

His face stayed the same - stoic and not moving - but you saw it at his softly reddening cheeks that your suspicions had been right. You grinned victoriously at Thorin, who stood there without uttering a word. Serves him right! Now you had blackmail. Internally, you were cackling evilly.

Your body froze while Thorin opened his mouth to speak. You felt as if Hell had just frozen over for that's when you heard it:

"You...!"

It sounded like thunder rumbling. Deep, rough and threatening. You would have totally been turned on if you weren't scared for your life. 

Dwarfzilla was coming...

Without noticing it, you pushed Thorin to the side and ran like a madwoman. This is how it all happened. Now you're all caught up, so let's continue.

Fili and Kili had better sing tales about you after this.

You turned many corners and hallways, zooming past Dwarves who flushed themselves against the narrow walls in haste as you ran past them.

Some of them called out to you, but you couldn't hear what they said; Being chased doesn't really give you the time to stop and listen to what they had to say, now does it?

At one point, you began to notice the path becoming disproportionate and rough. Stones stuck out of the floor and walls. You tripped over a couple of those, those little buggers. Soon, it was as if you weren't in a hallway anymore, but in a cave instead.

Dwalin had been calling out to you after a while of running through the cave-like hallway. But the thing was, he didn't sound angry anymore. 

He sounded worried, desperate even, which was very much out of character for Dwalin, to be honest...

Sadly, you hadn't had the time to realize why Dwalin acted the way he did before you dropped down a hole in the floor with a yelp. At least you found out why he was so concerned.

What a great day...

*(*)*(*)*

A short cry reverberated throughout the chamber, and a high pitched voice followed after.

"Could you be more gentle!?"

You glared at Dwalin, who like always, grunted his replies instead of talking like a normal Dwarf-being!

Though he did what you asked and rubbed the ointment on your bruises more gently, which felt like heaven on your sore skin...

You felt absolutely stupid, sitting on a wooden bench with Dwalin treating your bruises and wounds. (Oin was too busy to do it himself so he shoved ointment in Dwalin's hand. The other was holding you at that moment, for Dwalin wouldn't allow you to walk yourself. Oin said that Dwalin should do it before promptly leaving.) Dwalin had to pull you out of the hole, though he spoke more words than he had said to you this entire day. You counted that as a victory.

You still felt your heart flutter every time you thought about it: He had been extremely gentle, lifting you out of the hole with both his arms. Cradling you to his chest while muttering in dwarvish. Checking all over your body before caressing the back of your head and pressing it against his shoulder as he held you close. This time, you understood his mumbles: "Thank Mahal, yer safe," his voice was so quiet, wavering with raw emotion;

"never do anything like that ever again, ya hear me."

Dwalin was still shirtless and covered in glue and feathers during the entire ordeal.

Your heart had skipped multiple beats right then and there, cheeks flushed red. You had been trying to process those words the entire way to Oin. Still trying to figure out the meaning behind the words he uttered with such intensity.                

You were brought out of your trance by Dwalin tapping on your shoulder, you looked over to see him staring at you, "Lift yer left foot."

You did as he asked, lifting your foot. Dwalin grasped it gently in one hand as he removed the boot delicately. If this was in a different situation, it would have been very intimate. No, wait, scratch that; it's intimate even now, which was not good for your heart, which was doing summersaults inside your chest. Yep, you were screwed...

So badly, and heavenly screwed. 

Yet you couldn't find it in yourself to really mind.

Once Dwalin removed the boot and sock, he started to massage your foot with ointment, muttering to himself. "Why did ya let yerself be dragged in the princes' pranks."

It wasn't a question, but you answered anyway, "Those princes made me promise to help them out when I was drunk- don't look at me like that Dwalin! You know I never break promises, even if I made them while I was drunk."

He averted his eyes, stilling his ministrations slightly. "Ya need to learn to say no."

His voice was almost too soft to hear, but you did.

You huffed in return, "I'm getting better at it though! I said no to Fleder-Fledder something when he tried to get me to marry him!"

Dwalin chuckled, "Aye ya did. Ya kicked him good in the nuts."

"Well, he deserved it, I didn't even know him and wouldn't take no for an answer, so I had to make it clear." 

You grinned at Dwalin as he shook his head, a smirk on his face.

Your eyes turned soft, remembering how Dwalin had positioned himself between the man and you when the man tried to grab you by the neck. Your hero had glared at the man fiercely, threatening to gut him with his axe if he didn't take the hint and shove off.

The man had pissed himself before he had sprinted off, too scared to utter a single word.

You had hugged Dwalin to thank him and since then, he only acknowledged you with grunts... That was the day before the feast.

Balin had said not to take it personally, that Dwalin needed time to sort himself out. But damn was it hard to not take it to heart.

"Why did you do it?"

The dam broke, spilling your most inner thoughts. Fumbling with your fingers, you stared at the ground, missing the confused look on Dwalin's face. "What?"

"Why did you ignore me after I hugged you?"

You were not gonna beat around the bush with this one. You made your bed, and now you need to lie in it.

"You didn't acknowledge me for three days. Balin said to give you space, so I did. But damnit Dwalin, you ignored me for three days! Why?"

You didn't mean for your voice to crack when you looked him in the eyes. You didn't mean for the tear to slip past. Dwalin's eyes widened in return. Very slightly, but you noticed. He averted his gaze to the ground for a second, placing your foot down gently and then looked up into your eyes. 

"I...I got confused," he began, eyes full with emotions, some you couldn't even place. "I got confused...Emotions which I thought I had buried deep down, long ago resurfaced..." you blinked. Were his eyes getting glassy? 

"They resurfaced tenfold. I didn't know what to do or think… I didn't think," he grabbed your hand in his delicately, tracing the skin with his thumb, never taking his eyes off you even once. "I threw up my walls in a panic, I shouldn't have, but I did..." he took in a deep breath. "Hurting those dear to me." Dwalin pressed his lips against your hand, it was gentle and soft. Butterflies fluttered inside your stomach.

"Y/N, lass, I truly regret putting ya through such pain. Could you forgive this fool of a dwarf?" He whispered, staring at you with pleading eyes.

You did what everyone would do in this situation.

You hit him on the head and yelled, "you idiot!!" and slapped against his chest multiple times. "I thought you hated me...!" Dwalin grabbed you by the waist and raised you into the air without much problem. He stared into your eyes with passion as he uttered one word.

"Never."

The two of you were only a small length apart. Without hesitating, you closed the distance, pressing your lips against his. He passionately returned the kiss, both of you closing your eyes as you relished the feeling of each other.

Yeah, you were on cloud nine alright. The touch of Dwalin's hands holding you so gently set your skin aflame. You could get used to this.

Parting to gasp for air, you glanced at Dwalin's face. Eyes lidded, and mouth slightly open. You smirked then, leaning in, you brushed your lips lightly against his.

He groaned in return. 

"Yer doing things to me, lass," he pressed his head against yours, his eyes soft as he looked at you. "Be mine?"

You only nodded, leaning in for another kiss to seal the promise.

Yeah, today was a great day...

~~~~~

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[harghoes]

it’s lonely in daydreams

pairing: Captain Rex x reader

warnings: ummm unrequited love, sadness, being stood up on a date... yeah?

a/n: i forgot to post this earlier but here we are! enjoy the pain :)

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Rex had always been there for you. he was the most wonderful man you could’ve ever ask for. he cared for you in ways that no one else ever did, and it made you feel wanted. here was this gorgeous, hardheaded, amazing Captain who wanted you. it was like a dream come true.

the two of you are currently in your Coruscant apartment. he’s in the comfy pajamas you got him a while ago, and you are wearing his black top. it’s domestic bliss, the two of you, sitting in the living room and talking about your day.

Rex eventually asks you about dinner. you look over at him and ponder for a second. what even sounds good? you look at him again and begin to smile.

“let’s make some pasta.”

those were the four words that caused a Captain of a Battalion to giggle. he gets up from the sofa and heads into the kitchen with you. you both begin to set out ingredients, and grab the proper bowls. once you have everything settled and on the counter, you lay out some flour for the pasta dough. what you didn’t expect, was for some of it to get on Rex.

he looks from the flour on his pants, to you, and back to his pants. a grin grows on his face before he’s grabbing some flour to throw at you. eventually, both of you are covered in the white substance. taking heaving breaths, he comes closer and wraps his arms around your waist. he begins to lean in and whispers, “i love you, cyar’ika.”

that last word though, it begins to repeat. over and over again, until you finally come to. Rex is standing in front of your desk, snapping to get your attention while calling you that name.

“did you hear me? you were pretty deep in your thoughts there. anything interesting to tell me about?” Rex teases.

instantly, you go red. there is no way he can ever know. he will never know about your secret crush, your infatuation with him, the burning desire to be his. so, you make up a lie.

“sorry! i was just thinking about something stupid Skywalker did once. it’s not that important.” you let out a breath and look into his eyes, “what did you want to tell me?”

Rex looks a bit taken aback before he regains his posture.

“i was just asking if you’d be going to 79’s with us tonight. i know it’s not necessarily your scene, but you’re one of the guys!”

ah. there it is. the reminder that you’re just “one of the guys”, someone he will never be romantically involved with. just someone him and his brothers can go drinking with, with no repercussions.

with the crushing feeling in your chest, you put on a smile and look at him again.

“oh, yeah. no, i’m sorry. i don’t think i can make it. i have… i have stuff to do! yeah. i just got stuff to do.”

Rex doesn’t believe you for a second, but he’s not going to push it. if you don’t want to go, you don’t have to.

“hey, it’s not a problem. i’ll see you tomorrow then, right?”

you fake a smile and nod your head. he can’t know how much you hurt. no one can. you just have to wait until you get home.

————-

the day after his invite was hard. while you didn’t take him up on the offer, you should’ve. you went home and drank what you had in the cabinet to try and dull the pain in your heart. it was a miserable night, resulting in an even more miserable morning. who knew drinking that much would make you this sick?

but here you are, at the same desk as usual, with a jug of water next to you. all you wanted to do was do your job in peace, but someone’s always going to mess that up.

Fives and Echo enter your office. the two are whispering back and forth while looking at you occasionally. finally, you get tired of them lurking in the doorway, so you tell them to come in.

the two walk in and take a seat. you look between the two, waiting for someone to say something, but neither of them do. after a stare down of the two men, you finally speak up.

“so, are you going to tell me why you’re here or are you just going to stare at me?”

Fives and Echo look at each other before leaning in. Fives is the first to speak.

“i think Rex likes you.”

your jaw drops. there is no way. you’re about to refute that statement but Echo is speaking next.

“he wouldn’t stop talking about you last night. how you’re so nice, you are so kind to him, blah blah blah. it was sickening.”

you are at a loss for words and they seem to notice. Fives continues, “now don’t go telling him we told you, but we’re like… 95% sure he likes you. there’s some buffer room in case we’re dead wrong.”

95%? that’s a high amount. obviously if other people can see it, it’s got to be true, right? but, as always, before you can question them more, Rex walks in. the two troopers instantly stand and salute, before walking out the door.

Rex waits for them to be completely gone before he turns and smiles at you. he moves closer and occupies the seat Fives was just in.

“what were they here about?”

you let out a nervous chuckle and smile before saying, “oh nothing. just going over some things that we needed to discuss.” you give Rex a moment to catch your lie, and when he doesn’t say anything you continue, “what are you doing here, Captain?”

“i missed you last night. i wish you would’ve gone with us, it would’ve been so fun. you should’ve seen Hardcase, he was a lunatic!” he lets out a laugh, oh his beautiful laugh, before looking you directly in the eye.

it’s now or never, you need to say something. anything, just try and say something.

“i’m sorry i missed that! it sounds like you had fun.” you take in a deep breath and avert your eyes, “what if we had a night out? just… just the two of us?”

you hear Rex shuffle around a bit, and this forces you to look at him. he’s nodding his head and he smiles at you.

“yeah, that sounds nice. when are you free?”

���——

it’s been 4 hours. you have been sitting at the diner for 4 straight hours. Rex still is a no show. you made sure today was the day you planned, 3 days after you asked him, so where the hell is he? another customer enters, but they aren’t Rex.

the waitress comes over again, a sad look on her face, and you ask for the check. this was a waste of time. you can’t believe he would’ve done this. where was he?

you pay, and when you step outside the building, you take a look around. in this part of the city, you had to dress nice. you were in a stunning outfit, but with no one to show it off to. you take a deep breath before taking a step away from the restaurant.

as you’re walking home, you simply think of all the reasons he never showed.

maybe it just slipped his mind? or maybe he was working late. or, maybe the city made him late! yeah, Coruscant traffic is horrible at this time. yeah, that’s reasonable.

as you reach your apartment, the final thought comes to mind.

he doesn’t want you. no, he doesn’t want you like you want him. if he did, he wouldn’t have made you wait for 4 fucking hours with no communication.

you enter your apartment and slide down the door. that’s the truth.

you go to bed lonely, broken, and desperate.

—————

the next day you have unread messages and missed calls from Rex. all ranging from “i’m sorry!” to “please forgive me, i forgot!” each new ping is another crack in your heart.

you hear a knocking at your door, and instantly you know who it is. you get out of bed and head to the door. you hesitate on opening it, before you decide it’s not worth it. before you can walk away though, he’s talking to you.

“cyar’ika, please. i’m sorry. i forgot, you’re my best friend, please don’t shut me out.”

there’s that word, friend. from your side of the door, you let out a sigh. he needs to know, and then maybe he will leave you alone.

“Rex, i want to be more than your friend.”

silence.

just as you expected. you walk back to your bedroom, not hearing anymore commotion on the other side.

he doesn’t want you. not in the way you want him.

[sonnetthebard]

Sypaul getting ice cream?

You know that SAF Horror Movie post that was supposed to be headcanons and I wrote it into a oneshot instead? Yeah, I'm back at it. Look, there's nothing I love more than those two wholesome gay werewolves. Genre: Fluff/ Romance Words: 2054 TL;DR: Paul and Sybilus go out to get ice cream? Is it a date? Not officially. Could it be? Very possibly. TW: There's literally none. It's all wholesome. It’s just a lot of gay panic.  ________________________________________________________

Paul sighed, walking down the streets aimlessly. He was back in Connor Creek, just for a visit. He liked to visit as often as he could- especially around the full moon. It made things a *lot* easier on him. Because even if he hadn't gone full werewolf yet, he did still experience a lot of the struggles that came around that time of month. It was good to be around other wolves- especially Desmond. And of course with the silver reserves, most of the less-than-ideal urges that came up that time of month were kept at bay. The full moon happened to be in two days, so... here he was again.

He wasn't quite sure where he was going. He was just walking, a bit bored. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he pivoted... so quickly that he fell flat on his ass. Smooth, Paul. Even worse: It was Sybilus. Sybilus, the one person he didn't want to see anything like him flat on his ass. Paul had developped feelings for Syb. He had always though Syb was cool, but... he'd started to catch himself daydreaming. He was good looking, sweet, smart, and... god, he had the coolest name! Paul hadn't meant to fall so hard, but... damn. Both men blushed at the situation they found themselves in. Paul felt bad, reacting like that. He was a bit jumpy... especially with the full moon so soon. Sybilus offered him a hand gently, and Paul took it, standing up.

"T-terribly sorry to have startled you." Sybilus blushed. "I, um..."

"Nah, my bad." Paul chuckled softly. "I'm just jumpy."

"I only meant to say hello... and ask you if you had any t-time- ah! P-p-plans?" Sybilus bit his lip nervously.

"Well... hello." Paul smirked. "And no I don't. Why?"

"I-I was thinking p-p-perhaps we could go into town." Sybilus proposed. "Not this town... the r-real city. M-m-maybe get something to eat?"

"Oh... I actually just had lunch at the Dead Canary." Paul told him. Shit. What was he doing? He actually wanted to go out with Syb.

"We could get ice cream, then. For d-dessert." Sybilus offered.

"Oh yeah! I would be so down for that!" Paul grinned.

"I only say we go into town b-b-because... I-I was going to suggest ice cream anyways. W-w-we don't have a-any real i-i-icecream places here." Sybilus sighed, walking with Paul. They now knew where they were going. To his car. "I-I would start one myself, but I'm rather busy with my other work."

"Maybe I should move here and start one." Paul thought aloud.

"Oh, Paul... y-you've got a very important job." Sybilus shook his head. "We need people like you t-t-to keep sharing the important news with the world."

"Oh yeah, but... I could podcast from up here. Drive into the city to record when I need to..." Paul theorized.

"Well... if you wanted, we could live together." Sybilus offered. "I-I mean you could live a-at my house. You're welcome."

"You know, I'm genuinely considering this." Paul chuckled, climbing into the car. "This could be fun. And it makes sense for me to be here, right? Why just... keep visiting for full moons?"

"You make a v-v-valid point..." Sybilus considered.

"Are you actually cool with me crashing with you?" Paul checked. "Because like... it makes sense, with the two of us being wolves."

"O-of course." Sybilus assured him, starting the car. "And you're right."

"Well that settles it. I'm moving to Connor Creek, running an ice cream shop, and working on my podcast from here." Paul decided.

"M-maybe you should think it over a little bit m-m-more." Sybilus chuckled, driving down the road.

"Yeah, you're right." Paul chuckled nervously.

There was silence in the car for a bit. Neither Paul nor Sybilus knew what to say. Paul had honestly just kept talking about the ice cream shop because he didn't know where to stop. It was awkward, but not tense. Overwhelmingly, if either one had been paying attention, they would have noticed the romantic tension. Both were very evidently interested in each other. But they weren't even able to look at each other with nerves. Paul tapped his fingers nervously. God, now he’d committed to *living* with Syb. He was so nervous that he couldn’t look at the guy but apparently he was going to live with him now. God, he was an idiot. Paul rested his head on his hand, looking out the window. 

“So... have you any idea w-what season three of Wayward G-guide is going to look like?” Sybilus asked. 

“No clue. Lesly hasn’t even told Artie and I that we get to do it yet.” Paul chuckled. “Who knows who it’ll go to.”

“Oh.” Sybilus frowned. “But you and Artemis did so well with it!”

“Yeah. Lesly’s weird like that.” Paul sighed. “Last I heard he’s looking for siamese twins. Who are also podcast hosts.”

“Have y-you considered podcasting independently?” Sybilus suggested. 

“I mean... kinda.” Paul shrugged. “But like... I don’t know. There’s something about Wayward Guide specifically that I just... I loved it.”

“Do you know what in specific that s-s-something might have been?” Sybilus tried to help. 

“I... not really.” Paul admitted

“Could it have been the s-story you were t-t-t-telling and not the actual podcast itself?” Sybilus pointed out. 

“You know... you could be right.” Paul realized. 

“Well... m-m-maybe you could do a podcast on the h-history or Connor Creek while you’re here. S-s-set up a little studio. My office is always rather quuiet, so you could use that.” Sybilus suggested. “M-maybe you could do a podcast on p-paranormal and s-s-supernatural histories throughout our country!”

“You know, that would be really cool.” Paul agreed. “I’ll talk to Artie about it. You know, since... we’re a pair.”

“Oh, of course!” Sybilus nodded. 

“Yeah...” Paul bit his lip. He looked to his feet. “Hey, Syb, can I ask you a kinda weird question?”

“Of course.” Sybilus assured him. 

“Is there anyone in Connor Creek who’s LGBTQ+ other than Donny?” Paul asked. Oh god. What was he doing? Where was he going with that question. How was he going to play that off? He got an idea. “I mean... just in case APN wants to use that kind of information to celebrate during Pride month.”

“Well... let’s see...” Sybilus thought aloud. “I believe that C-Crispin and Odie Doty were seeing each other before Odie’s unf-fortunate demise. Madison once brought a girlfriend to town council. They’d met at a ‘S-Small Town Law Enforcement Summit’. I always wondered what happened t-to that girlfirend- she was l-l-lovely. And, erm... I’m gay.”

“You are?” Paul started to beam. He caught himself too late, a blushing mess. Goddamnit he was giving himself away!

“Erm... yes.” Sybilus blushed. “I-I’ve never technically come out... no one really d-does in Connor Creek. You just sort of show up with a p-p-partner or two and everyone knows.”

“Huh.” Paul hummed. “I’m bi.”

“Oh.” Sybilus nodded. Paul nearly groaned at what he’d just said. He was real smooth, wasn’t he? Both drove in silence again for a moment. Sybilus pulled into a driveway. “We’re here! T-this is the ice cream shop.”

“So I can get the scoop on my competition.” Paul smirked. 

Internally, he was killing himself. Why was literally everything he was doing and saying to this man today the cringiest, most embarassing stuff in his playbook? Seriously. As far as impressions went... he was not making a good one, and he was sure of it. Well at least Sybilus was gay. He had half of a chance. Maybe if he could just calm the fuck down (or whatever it was he needed to do to stop acting like a total dumabss) he could talk Sybilus into getting dinner with him sometime... or maybe he would somehow manage to drive Syb away after he had made the first move. Paul froze. Oh god. Syb had made the first move.

“Are you okay?” Sybilus checked, already out of the car. 

“Hm? Oh, yeah!” Paul blushed, getting out. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be s-sorry.” Sybilus chuckled. “I get lost in my head sometimes too.”

“Right...” Paul sighed, walking into the ice cream shop with him. Even though it was a hot day, it was just the two of them and the teenage girl behind the counter. Sybilus walked up to the counter ahead of him, knowing how things worked there. 

“H-hello... I was h-hoping- ah! liking- ah! I-I would like two d-double scoop waffle cones please.” Sybilus stammered out. 

“Sure thing.” The perky sales attendant smiled knowingly. “What are the flavours on those scoops?”

“Y-you go first.” Sybilus blushed, looking at his feet. 

“Um... I’ll take one scoop rocky road, one scoop chocolate chip cookie dough.” Paul told her. 

She got to work scooping that. And that’s when Paul found himself doing somethign far too quickly to stop himself: he patted Sybilus’ back to comfort him. He could see how distressed the werewolf was, and... he felt bad. He shouldn’t have to be ashamed of his impediment. Both men blushed, looking to the floor. The tension was high. Paul was frozen, unsure of whether to own his actions or... retreat as fast as was humanly possible. But... he decided to own it, going further and rubbing his friend’s back. Sybilus was blushing even harder. Oh god. Had that been too much. He thought so until... a small smile creeped onto the werewolf’s face. Paul smiled back softly. What in the actual hell was going on with those two?

“Alright, here you go hon.” The attendant smirked, passing an ice cream to Paul. She turned to Sybilus. “What about you, sweetie?”

“One b-birthday cake and one cotton candy.” Sybilus told her. She scooped those two fairly easily. 

“Those ones are always so soft.” She told him, still smiling brightly. She handed him the cone. “Here you go.”

“H-how much d-do I owe you?” Sybilus asked, reaching into his pocket. 

“Those are on the house guys. Happy Pride.” The ice cream scooper winked. 

Both Sybilus and Paul blushed, looking at each other. They seemed to be silently asking each other if they let the girl do that for them. Paul shrugged as if to say ‘why no?’, and they both looked back to her. Paul smiled softly. 

“Thank you.” He sighed, taking Sybilus’ hand and walking back outside the shop. There was a little table out there, and he sat them down at that. 

“Well...” Sybilus chuckled nervoulsy. 

“Yeah.” Paul blushed, chuckling with him. 

“I suppose it would be appropriate to wish you a happy pride...” Sybilus smiled shyly at Paul. “I-I... suppose we’d make a handsome couple- o-or at least she thought so.”

“I mean, she’s not wrong...” Paul shrugged, before freezing. Him and Sybilus just stared at each other for a second, and Paul immediately felt guilty. “I am so sorry if that made you uncomfortable, it just-”

“I agree.” Sybilus cut him off. Both just stared at each other, a look of mutual realization hit them. 

“So, um... maybe she wasn’t so wrong then.” Paul tested. “Thinking we were a couple...”

“M-maybe she wasn’t.” Sybilus sighed. There was a pause. 

“So... is this a date?” Paul checked. 

“I-if you would like it to be.” Sybilus bit his lip. 

“Yeah... I think that would be great.” Paul smiled softly. 

“I-I know of a walking trail nearby i-if you would like to go- ah! W-walk for a bit.” Sybilus offered. 

“I’d love that.” Paul beamed. 

And so the two men got up and started down the road, still eating their ice creams as they went along. Paul hesitantly reached out and grabbed Sybilus’ hand, squeezing it. Sybilus blushed, looking over and him ans smiling softly, squeezing back. Paul supposed now that he had a boyfriend he’d probably have to come out to Artemis... if she didn’t already know. He was like 99% sure she was a lesbian though, so he should be fine. Twinsense... he supposed it made them both gay. He was pretty sure that he couldn’t be any happier than he was in that moment. And he was pretty sure Syb felt the same way. It must be the pride month magic, bringing them together- or maybe it was always meant to be this way. Who knows? Paul was just excited for the journey.

[karihighman]

Moms Night Out 🍻

Hailey & Stella are at Molly’s, bonding over their idiot husbands & chaotic kids. (Based on a Twitter prompt.)

“Wait you can’t be serious?” Stella asked as she passed Hailey her first beer.

“Oh no, I am!” Hailey told her, getting some of the foam off the top. “Completely serious. I come home one day and the house is fucking disaster, Jay’s like ducked under a pillow, and our two twins are barreling down the hallway screaming at the top of their lungs. I guess they were quote-un-quote sword fighting and Jay was the big scary dragon they were supposed to slay.”

Stella held back a laugh. “And?” She asked, brows and drink raised in tandem.

“And what?” Hailey questioned.

“Well, did they slay Jay or what?!”

“Oh,” Hailey grinned. “Hell yeah they did!”

“How’d they get so hyped up anyhow?”

Hailey gave Stella a deadpan look. “Have you met Jay? The man can’t say no to anything Cooper and Cici ask. They’re like, his kryptonite or something.”

Stella set her beer down. “Soooooo, sugar high?”

Hailey mumbled an “Mhmm,” as she took a long drink. “So, how ‘bout you and Kelly?”

Kidd didn’t hold back a laugh this time. “Oh Jesus. When aren’t we dealing with craziness. I swear, it’s like I ask him to do one fucking thing and he manages to not only not do it, but to have done something else instead!”

Upton motioned for her to elaborate.

“Oh, so we were taking Brian over to daycare right? And Kelly just ups and drives through the McDonalds lunch rush because Brian begs him for “nugs.””

“Nugs?” Hailey asked, her brows knitting together.

“Nuggets. Y’know, chicken nuggets?”

“Oh, got it. Okay, so? That’s not bad!”

“It is when we’ve already been late 2 times the same week dropping Bri off at daycare! I don’t wanna look like the slacker parent cause my dumbass husband is controlled by a 3 year old.”

Hailey bit her lip to keep from completely losing it. She could just picture Stella and Kelly, minding their own business when Brian makes those big puppy dog eyes and BAM! Chaos ensues.

It’s what happens with Jay all the time. Hailey says the twins can’t have ice cream until they do some spelling or practice their handwriting? She’ll come back to chocolate covered handprints not only on the kitchen counter, but all over their homework too.

But then of course Jay gives her that look, the one she’s been melting over for years, and she’s a goner. Typical. Course who could blame her? She has a hot husband. A hot sergeant husband, she might add.

“Helllooooooo? Earth to Hailey?” Stella tried, waving her hand in front of the blonde’s face.

“Hm? What? Oh, sorry.” Hailey said. “Just daydreaming.”

Stella scoffed, pouring out another round for each of them. “Uh huh. Anyway....”

“What?” Hailey asked, noting Stella’s knowing tone.

“Well, have you and Jay even had a date night since the twins came along?”

Hailey buried her head in her hands. “Oh hell, do not make me tell the story of Octoberfest 2021, Stell. I can’t do it.”

Kidd was a quarter into her beer when she perked up. “Oh no, you’re telling it.”

“Fine.”

Stella leaned on her elbows so she could listen as Hailey settled in. “So, I get Jay to agree to go to the festival with me. He says he’s got it allllll figured out, right? Babysitters would get there at 8, we’d be back by 11-11:30 tops.”

“Okay, sounding good so far...”

“Well, come to find out the original babysitters of his brother Will and girlfriend Natalie are going to the festivities too! Therefore, Jay, in all his infinite wisdom, dialed up Adam to help out last minute.”

“Oh hell.”

“Yeah. Adam’s a great friend, but a horrible babysitter. You think it was crazy when Jay was there? That was — and pardon the pun — child’s play.”

“Oh come on, Hail. I’m sure it wasn’t all bad. Besides, he and Kim are attached at the hip aren’t they?”

“Usually, Yeah. But no, not that night. Kim was out and about with Kevin, Vinessa, and Jordan.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. So Ruzek’s alone with our kids and I get a call from Adam at — ready for it — 9:30 and he asks me where I keep the towels. Turns out, he let the kids “make dinner” which meant, flour and dough everywhere, pizza sauce on the fucking ceiling, cheese in I don’t even know where and—“

“Okay, okay, I get it. So Adam’s no pizza man,” Stella observed.

Hailey downed a lot more of her beer before continuing. “So then I of course pull Jay away and he’s just like, oh but they love their uncle Adam!” And im over here thinking of course they do but I don’t love him when they turn the house upside down!”

“Hailey, you’re such a mom,” Stella joked.

“Well, I made Jay go home and help Adam clean up the kitchen, meanwhile I had to wrangle the twins into pajamas and properly feed them.”

“Could be worse,” Stella offered. “One time Brian convinced Kelly that there was a mouse living in his toolkit.”

Hailey paused. “Was there?”

“Yeah, a fake one!” Stella grinned. “He’d put it there as a prank but oh man, I’d never seen Kelly so pale!” She laughed out loud at the memory. “Then Kelly told him about how to pull an even better prank. So then lo and behold, I find a “snake” in the shower and almost trip and kill myself.”

Hailey giggled. “Oh god—” she couldn’t finish her sentence because she burst out into another giggle fit. “I’m sorry, but that’s too funny!”

“He made it up to me though,” Stella winked, and Hailey smirked.

“Yeah, Jay’s had to do some groveling too...”

“Don’t you mean begging?” Stella pushed, wagging her eyebrows.

Hailey shrugged, leaving it open ended, because, as luck would have it, in come their dumbass husbands now.

“Hey,” Kelly says first, nodding at Hailey before leaning over the bar to kiss Stella.

“Hi babe,” Hailey says as Jay walks over to her. He wrapped his arms around her, sort of hugging her.

“So, where’re our kids, guys?” Stella asked as she pulled away from Severide.

“Yeah, so, about that....” Jay began, running a hand over the back of his neck. Kelly stood over near him looking just as sheepish.

“They may have wanted to go to Chuck-E-Cheese. We may have taken them.” Severide told the ladies.

“We? As in you and him, right?” Kidd asked.

“Well....” Jay began, his sentence cut short by a pair of bustling legs and high pitched squeals coming down the way.

“Momma! Momma! Look! Uncle Adam bought us milkshakes and and we won a big bear!!”

Cooper and Cici pointed towards Adam, who, of course strolled into Molly’s with the hugest teddy bear Hailey had ever seen.

“Well, actually I won the bear,” Jay defended, looking at Hailey with the rest of his sentence — ‘for you’ unspoken.

“I managed the high score at ski ball,” Kelly chimed in. Stella gave him a nod, patting his shoulder. What he didn’t see was she mouthed over to Hailey ‘sure he did.’

“You sure the kids had fun?” Stella asked, clearly amused.

“Not as much as us,” Adam said, earning eye rolls from the ladies and embarrassed looks from the menchild spouses.

Stella and Hailey grinned at each other. Yeah, some things never change.

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Flesh & Blood | Part Two

Series Summary: A mysterious stranger with ties to your past shows up in your small village

Chapter Summary: a quiet village, every day like the one before... until a mysterious stranger arrives

Pairing: Count Dracula x reader

Word Count: 2126

Warnings: none

A/N: as always spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :) if you want to be added to the taglist please drop me a message in my ask box

Y/B/D = your birth date, Y/H/T = your home town 

Masterlist | Part One

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2020

The shrill beeping of your alarm wakes you up with a jump. You groan and roll over, picking up your phone from the bedside table and hitting the snooze button before dropping it back down. You allow yourself to stay in bed for the next 5 minutes, but its not long before the alarm is reminding you it’s time to get up and start the day. 

An hour later you're ready and leaving for work. You close the front door of the cottage you live in and head down the hill toward the village high street, taking in the views of the sea as you walk. You’ve lived in this village for as long as you can remember, but the view still makes you smile. 

The high street is one main road that runs through the small village and is lined with shops either side. As you walk down the street you greet various other villagers opening up their shops for the day. You hold your breath as you pass the butchers so you cant smell the scent of the uncooked meat hanging in the window. Then you pass the florist and take a deep breath, floral scents flooding your senses. You stop when you reach the local clothes shop and see the owner cleaning up shattered glass.

“Morning Roger” you say and he turns to look at you with sad eyes “what happened?”

“oh someone broke in last night. Smashed the window and stole the suit straight off the mannequin” he points to the naked mannequin left standing in the broken window display.

“did they take anything else?” 

“Nothing. Not even a penny from the till. Just the one suit, thats it.”

“that’s weird. At least theres not too much damage though”

“I guess I should count myself lucky that it could have been much worse. Have a good day y/n” he says with a tired smile as he takes the bucket of broken glass inside the shop.

You pass a few more shops before you reach the door of the bakery cafe and swing the door open, the familiar scent of fresh baked bread and cakes fills the air.

“Morning Maggie” you call as you drop your bag behind the counter and head into the kitchen at the back.

“morning love” She responds, looking at you over the top of her flour covered glasses as she kneads dough on the counter. Maggie is an older lady, with a friendly wrinkled covered face and greying curly hair which was currently contained in a hairnet. She had always been like a grandmother to you, and since losing your parents she was the only family you had left. Apart from being a bit of a gossip, she was a really lovely lady and you love working for her and listening to her crazy conspiracy theories. “did you hear all the drama last night?”

“yeah I’ve just seen Roger outside, he told me all about the break in” you respond, grabbing your apron off the hook and tying it around your waist. 

“oh no I meant about the drama on the beach?”

“no? What happened?”

“oh it all kicked off. Helicopters, sirens, the works. You didn’t hear any of it from up the hill?” 

“nope, must have slept right through it.”

“you young people, you’ll sleep through anything” Maggie says putting another batch of bread in the oven “well you missed all the fun. They dragged a body out of the sea and-”

“a body?!” You interrupt.

“well according to Carol anyway. She said she heard from Jan that someone had reported a body on the beach. Her grandson works in the police so she finds out things from him. Anyway, the police raced down there straight away but when they got there the army had already arrived and told them to leave. Army outrank the local police apparently.”

“wow” 

“and thats not all. I ran into Nigel this morning in the supermarket. Nigel lives right by the beach and he said he heard a gunshot and a load of shouting last night. He looked out the window and saw a woman lying on the sand bleeding, and people in black uniforms running everywhere. Looked like there were chasing a man. He ran down to see if he could help but by the time he got there the beach was empty. No sign of anyone at all. Strange right?”

“very” you nod, trying to seem more interested “what do you think happened?”

“maybe it was a vampire” a mans voice suddenly speaks and you both turn around to see a tall man with jet black hair stood looking at you through the serving hatch. 

“a vampire? Now theres a suggestion I didn’t expect to hear” Maggie laughs and the stranger laughs back at her, but you get the feeling he wasn’t really joking. 

“What are you cooking back there? Something smells.. exceptionally good” he says, his dark eyes fixed on you.

“All sorts of magic happening in these ovens, but unfortunately we’re not actually open till 8am” Maggie replies in her usual customer service voice and she walks through into the shop. You stay back in the kitchen, mixing the dough for the next batch of bread. 

“oh I’m very sorry, I didn’t know. I’m new around here” you hear the man say, he talks like an old fashioned gentleman.

“no bother, it’s alright. If you want to take a menu and come back in half an hour we’ll be happy to serve you a slice of magic”

“wonderful. I’ll be back then.” You watch as he turns to leave, then stops. “see you later Y/N” he shouts through to you and your eyes go wide as he shuts the door behind him.

“ooh I think someone likes you” Maggie teases and she walks back into the kitchen.

“how did he know my name?” You say, not really asking but more thinking out loud. 

“hmm I don't know. Probably read it off your name tag” she replies casually as she carries on baking. 

You look down at the small name tag you forgot was attached to your apron and let out a small sigh. Of course that makes sense. But you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach when you thought about the darkness in his eyes. 

— — — — 

The day was dragging. The usual customers came and went, each with their own theories about what had happened the night before. Maggie was happy to listen and share her own views with them but you ended up zoning out every time. Instead you wondered about the stranger from this morning. Who was he? He said he was new here, does that mean he’s staying or just passing through? Either way, something about him made you feel weird and you found yourself watching the door anxiously every time the little bell above it rang. 

You were clearing tables after the lunch rush before you could go on your own lunch break, when the door bell dinged and a woman you didn’t recognise walked in. 

“take a seat, I’ll be with you in a moment” you say politely as you carry a tray of dirty dishes and mugs into the kitchen. You pick up your little note pad and pen ready to go take her order when Maggie stops you. 

“its okay love, I’ll serve her. You have your lunch” she says gesturing to the plate of sandwiches she’s made for you then walking out into the cafe greeting the stranger in her usual loud and bubble manner. 

You smile and take the food out through the back door and take a seat on the grassy bank. The sunshine warms your skin as you tuck in to the delicious sandwiches which Maggie has packed with your favourite filling. Once you’ve finished eating you lie with your back on the grass, watching the seagulls fly high above you and the white clouds moving slowly across the perfect blue sky. 

You lie there daydreaming for a while but when a fly noisily buzzes past your face and makes you jump you sit up, swatting it away with your hand. You check the time on your watch, almost time to get back to work. You take a few deep breathes of the fresh air before standing up and brushing the grass off you. Something catches your attention in the corner of you eye and you turn to look. 

There he is. 

The stranger from this morning stood in the shade, leaning against a tree trunk. A shiver tickles down your spine and he smirks at you as the two of you lock eyes.

“Y/N love, could you come back in now?” Maggie calls, poking her head out the door.

“yes yeah ill be right there” you respond looking at her and she goes back inside. You look back over to the tree but he’s gone. Was he ever really there or is he just on your mind? 

You walk back into the kitchen, deep in thought. 

“are you alright love?” Maggie ask, concerned when she sees the look on your face.

“yeah I’m fine” you snap out of it and smile at her. You spot the unknown lady still sat at the same table she was at before you went on lunch. “she’s still here?”

“she asked if she could use our wifi to do some work on her computer, I said its fine as long as she buys something. Anyway, I’m just nipping out. Will you be okay to run things here for a while?”

“of course, see you in a bit” you smile as she heads out the front door. The lady looks up at you from her laptop and you smile, but she just looks back down and carries on working. 

Ten minutes later the cafe is empty apart from you and the mysterious lady. 

“excuse me, could I get two more coffees please?” She calls to you and you nod. 

“two? Sure yeah, coming up” you reply slightly confused. Two? Maybe someone is coming to join her. 

You make the coffees and carry them over to her, carefully placing them down on the table next to her laptop. 

“Thanks, this one’s yours. Will you sit?” she gestures to the chair opposite her.

“huh? Oh, no thank you. I cant, I’m working right now” 

“theres no one else in here. Just sit for a moment. I have something important to discuss with you” she says friendly enough but with a serious undertone.

“i don't understand-” you start

“Y/N Y/L/N. Born Y/B/D in Y/H/T, but moved here to this village when you were 4 years old and you’ve lived her ever since. Your parents died 5 years ago in a car crash and since then you’ve lived alone in your family home, the lovely little cottage up on that hill.”

“How do you know all of this?”

“Sister Y/N, your great great grandmother, was a nun in Saint Mary’s convent of Budapest in the late 1800’s. In 1897 every nun in that convent was slaughtered. All but three, your great great grandmother was one of them. She fled to England and started a new life. A family.”

“How do you know this?” You repeat, getting frustrated. 

“Because I am a direct descendant of one of the other survivors, Sister Agatha Van Helsing. I’m Dr Zoe Van Helsing”

“What, so, someone broke into a nunnery and killed everyone. But our ancestors got away?” You don't understand why any of this matters.

“not someone, something” she pauses “a vampire”

“a vampire?” You stare at her in disbelief and she nods. She’s not joking, she really believes this. “this is ridiculous, I don't know what game you're playing with me but I want no part of it” you say walking away from her. 

“this is not a game, this is real. Y/N, a vampire killed all those nuns back then, and now he’s back. He’s here, and I think he’s looking for you” 

Her words stop you dead in your tracks. 

“He could have killed her, Y/N, but he didn’t. He made the decision not to kill her and he let her go.” She continues and you turn to face her again. “it’s all here in this journal written by your great great grandmother. I think you should read it”

You slowly walk back over to her and take a seat at her table. She pushes a very old, slightly torn and battered journal across the table to you. You open it up to the bookmarked page and begin reading. 

“1897. 

It all started when the undead man arrived…”

Part Three

Taglist: @a-dorky-book-keeper​ @agent-smulder​

[wincore]

IT GETS BETTER WHEN I QUIT (╥_╥) until then i’ll just try my best 2 survive

“are you daring me to ruin my life for 2d men” yes 100% that’s exactly what i am saying. U GETTING 2D MEN BRAINROT... >>>>> ill seriously be waiting for the day 😌😌 atsumu is incredibly irritating u will love him. im going to manifest hq tiktok edits showing up in ur fyp JDJWJSJJ

OMGG i never watched coffee&vanilla but now i know not to so thank u LOL i can’t handle watching cringey dramas!! IM SO EXCITED FOR S2 TOO!! i’m not even a horror fan generally but the storyline was so different and mysterious i was hooked!! should i read the manga?? :o how diff would u say it was from the netflix adaptation?

NOO ME TOO!! watching a whole series takes so much brain power and attention 😭😭 esp when starting something new, sometimes i just don’t have the energy to learn abt new characters/a new world

I LOVE THE PREVIEW IM SO SO EXCITED!! “she wins mostly dw” WHEW!! we cannot have jaehyun winning this we can agree on 😫. LMFAOO WHEN I SAW DONGMIN I WAS LIKE :oooo No way.... no way.. that would hurt so bad for me 🙄🙄 perfect man is ur soulmate and u wont even end up together... goodbye.. (ok jaehyun u r ok as well i guess)

YES I REREAD 19K HDJWJJD IT WAS A POST-FINALS TREAT & U ARE AN ACTUAL AUTHOR!!!! also now im rlly curious abt what runway-taeyong’s yn will be like?!? esp in comparison to runway yn!!! give me crumbs pls

“i cannot picture him pissed off apart from that summer fight </3” STOPPPQJDJ ME TOO??? i think e2l with mark is impossible truly... it just doesnt make sense

“i love this characterization of him!!” IM SO GLAD LOL I WASNT SURE ABT MY WORDING!! sicheng rlly is perfect for these kinds of roles & im PUMPED for ceo sicheng for this very reason 👀👀

U HAD ME AT THEME SONG SINCERITY IS SCARY WTFFF!! “i don’t think i’m cut out to write that” i respect ur decision BUT im sure u are capable!!!! when u feel ready i will b here waiting bc i am in luv with just the vaguest concept of this piece! “so him having strong personality traits makes me go 🤔🤔 that man is overreacting” LMFAOOO NOT EVEN JK I AGREE... its disorienting to see him written as intense/broody when most of the time he’s just kinda has one main mode which is 🙂

YESSS FIC WISE BC OF U!!! im in the same boat abt it not working irl, i think if i had beef with a man i would just never interact with them ever again.... no man is worth the time... we are not gonna beef it out we will just cease to know each other. BUT YES BOTH TROPES WORK BETTER IN FIC LMFAO i love the #pining #hurt/comfort #angsttofluff HSJWJSJ

YESS THATS WHY UR VAMP FIC WAS SO REFRESHING!! BC IT WAS DIFFERENT!! if we simply stop pretending bites r enjoyable i think we can begin 2 reverse the damage that media has done to vampire aus

omg that’s a lot of things to do!! PLS MAKE SURE TO GET ENOUGH REST & EAT WELL TOO!! take care of yourself 🤍🤍🤍

- tata

i just started watching jujutsu kaisen and i might just ruin my life for 2d men once again <3 i feel like i wil have a whirlwind obsessive phase like my 15 year old self again goodbye (also. pls. this atsumu character is appealing to me way too much for someone with god level standards for irl men. every time a 2d man is annoying i go 😍💍👰💒 loml) ALSO OK WTF HOW DID YOU PREDICT THAT I’VE BEEN GETTING A LOT OF HQ TIKTOKS IN MY FYP LATELY LIKE I SCROLLED THROUGH 8 CONSECUTIVE ONES 😭😭😭 TATA DID YOU HIJACK MY FYP

sdjgdjs i’ve only ever watched cringe dramas if the man is good looking (but like only clips in this case) or i need to make fun of it with my friends . i like to indulge in horror when i’m anxious bc it somehow makes it better like 😭 at least i have it better than THOSE guys lmfao <3 but also i don’t like heavy gore ahaha. 

some parts of the aib live action i liked WAY better especially bc the actors did so incredibly well portraying the characters (and the 7 of hearts game... bye i took so long coming to terms with it it’s WAY more emotional in the live) and i liked the first game (different in the manga) way more in the live. as for the manga i HATE the ending but also the manga introduces side characters and their stories and i really like that about it! the whole tunnel distance game was actually a side story in the manga and i kind of don’t like them centering the plot too much around arisu (but .. also.. it’s yamazaki kento... and i like that man too much for my dignity..) and also.... i don’t like how they left niragi and aguni’s status undisclosed like that??? like [LIGHT MANGA SPOILERS] they play a very key role in the manga so ?!?! i just hope s2 turns out well netflix i am begging u

ANDSDHSKDJDSL PLS I AM SO SORRY but dongmin is in love with another woman 😔 maybe in some other life. jaehyun is out there being a himbo though so choose carefully what you wish for 🤩 every time jaehyun wins i got mad at myself like no way pilsbury dough boy is winning against miss i know everything

SDHSJD so far lookbook-yn is way more confident and assertive than runway-yn but more in a.. himbo-like way LOL if that makes sense. runway-yn was kind of self conscious and fueled by passion and the need to stand out in their field of work but this yn is more comedic i think lol!! she’s kind of critical and clever in her own way but also she will confidently tell u the wrong directions to the nearest grocery store if u ask bc she thought she knew </3

SDFJGDSJ IT LITERALLY STARTED AS ME DAYDREAMING TO SINCERITY IS SCARY <3 i don’t even have a title yet 🤧 i feel like im favouring this bread man too much but it’s fun to characterize him so <33 i would love for him to be heartbroken and bitter for once 😌 “most of the time he’s just kinda has one main mode which is 🙂” that emoji TOOK ME OUT DSJKDHSD it’s literally him??

men r literally never worth the time </3 either be a lovable himbo or go away 😐 WAIT BC OF ME??? IM STILSLDSHDSKHKDSLJDS ily ❣🌼🌙

why would they make bites to be some sort of sensual thing like literally any other animal biting us for blood would be either horrifying (demon) or just annoying (mosquitoes)

you take care of yourself too!!!!!! hope your job loosens a bit on you and you excel in academics enough to not worry about it 😌 eat well sleep well ily ❤

[currentfandomkick]

Bio! dad Strange part 14, Evillustrator Part 2 and Magic Consequences Start

Recap: Girls are trying to get Marinette and Nathaniel together. Kim, Alix and  Max now have their cannon miraculous and have some training with Marinette as they know she’s ladybug. Evillustrator is happening now. Chat is talking to Marinette because she (accidentally?) admitted to being meta.

“Why haven’t you…”

“My family is here Chat, if I left I’d be missing and invesigated. They’d connect the dots and they’d pay for harbouring a meta.”

Chat ran a hand through his hair. “I, I didn’t know they do that. I thought it was just send to another country—and most like having metas around.”

Marinette shook her head. “As weapons. As long as i’m unregistered, i’m safe.”

Chat didn't like it. He didst hide it either.

“I’ll be fine… just need to make it eight more years. Legally an adult, then move in with Father.”

“That’s… not okay.”

Marinette gave him a sad smile. “I can’t leave Maman. Or my family and friends here.”

Chat seemed to get that. “I, its not fun.”

Marinette watched her partner, even with her head swimming still. He was curled in on himself, not making eye contact by looking at the floor. Guilt, possible remorse, and was emotionally connected to the idea of leaving people. Someone left him or he left a lot of people. willingness in either case uncertain... maybe both with one causing the other?

Chat kept his eyes low. Marinette made notes that she knows this, not as Ladybug but as a civilian.

“So, I’m going on my date.”

“With an akuma.”

“He’s not violent, he promised not to hurt anyone.”

“Which makes him easier to take down. When’s your date?”

“None of you business.”

“Marinette...”

“Chat, trust me, I think he’ll give up the akuma on his own. I don’t need you to save me, and i trust him.”

Chat hid his wince poorly.

“Just, don’t tell anyone about the...”

“Sun healing?”

“....that.”

“Is that you’re only power or...”

“Its rude to ask.”

“oops?”

“Do you ever talk to people?”

“Father isn’t a fan of it.”

“... don’t tell my parents that. they are serial adopters and i’m not having a superhero at dinner.”

“I, superhero?”

“Powers, and hero. What else would i call you?”

Chat didn’t answer that. He did leave her house though, so she’d take the win there.

She started another groupchat without Chloe or Alix or Sabrina or Lila.

Marinette: So dress or pants for outfit? Boatride.

Juleka: If you go dress, leggings. trust me, i live on one.

Rose: Oh, don’t you have a Zatanna outfit?

Marinette hummed, leaving her house to go to her old hobby room. She kept that one there.

Mylene: did you tell thim thank you?

Marinette: He was nice but it didn’t come up, sorry!

Alya: if he’s rude let me know, i will drag him on the Ladyblog, no questions asked.

Marinette smiled at that on her balcony, getting in her sunshine while she could. The girls in her class were a good distraction from her meta problems. and the lack of Gotham contact. She needed to know if any of her messages got through, but needed an excuse to leave Paris to try again. Father was her best bet, he’d play telephone until someone got it to Tim or the Justice League. But for now, for now she was just excited for her first date.

She slipped into Nonno’s bakery with her key, and waved at him as he worked.

A few minutes later she took a picture of herself in a pair of dark skinny jeans, a faux-corset dress shirt with a black three quarter blazer with elbow length sleeves.

Juleka: fishnet gloves or lace gloves to go with?

Alya: ooo, that’s cute. Hair down, and i vote fishnet

Rose: lace! floral lace would be so pretty~

Mylene: lace if you have it

Marinette grabbed elbow length fingerless black floral lace gloves and sent a picture

Alya: You look great girl!

the text after that were mostly about shoes (they agreed on no flats or heels on the boat. The jury agreed on a cute pair of boots at her house.

Nonno was done when she left her room to grab the chosen shoes with her outfit.

“I told them to stop letting you help out at events.”

“Its a date Nonno.”

Rolland paused, processed, then ordered the mice to hold down the fort before turning to her again

this was going to be interesting...

Rolland sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Marinetta, I am meeting the boy. If he no good, we leave. If he is, I leave you two in public place to make goo-goo eyes, is how it was done in the old days and will go with every boy that tries to take you away from me.”

Marinette rolled her eyes at that. “Nonno, that’s Papa’s job.”

“Peh. Your Papa would coo over the whole thing and forget his job is to put the fear of God into the boy.”

Marinette rubbed the back of her neck. Rolland wasn’t wrong after all… “You can say hi, but he’s akumatized right now—he won’t hurt me, just, he’s not a hundred percent there.”

“I meet boy.”

“Yes.”

“Boy brainwashed and still does what you ask?”

“Yes Nonno.”

“If he’s polite he has my blessing. But remember, one foot out of line…”

“And treat him like an amatauer with bread dough—“

“Break in half and smashed in the center!” Rolland and Marinette said together.

“Good, good. Now, is that what you are wearing to your date?”

“After I get my shoes. and no scaring him off!”

Rolland rolled his eyes, and followed her to her room, helping her out with if she needed any make-up (no, maybe chapstick but nothing else) fixing her hair and listening to her gush about Nathaniel.

“He better be good boy.”

“he’s akumatized but he promised not to hurt anyone after i asked. and no reports of any akuma activity on the app.”

Nonno was the one to escort her to the meeting place. And if she sensed a certain cat and whispered he wanted to datecrash and Nonno went off after him... well. She wants a break from heroing and meta problems, and her date is part of that.

Evillustrator was holding his hand, trembling when they came.

“Na—Evillustrator?”

“Marinette!”

“Ah, you’re the boy that wants to date my Marinetta?” Rolland said, circling the villain.

Evillustrator stood straight, “I, yes, if, if she’ll have me that is.”

Rolland gave the boy a once over. “Hurt her, and amateur breadmakers will seem merciful.”

Evillustrator nodded, looking over to Marinette when Rolland turned around. And blushing. Oh, she was very glad it wasn’t one sided.

“I’m glad you could make it Marinette.”

“Me too, and Nonno, you were just leaving, right?”

“Yes, yes. He knows what happens, and my Marinetta knows what to do if he forgets.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Nonno!”

“Pheh, kids these days, always rushing off. Remember—hands to yourselves!”

“NONNO!” Marinette really hoped the others weren’t watching this.

The man waved her off, leaving the pair to their date. “Call after date, or tell your Papa. He’ll call.”

Marinette shook her head. “Sorry about that.”

“No, its fine. I’m just really happy you’re here.”

Marinette smiled at him, almost missing the way a Certain Chat was hanging around the trees.

“It’s really beautiful.”

“Thank you, but I’m just getting started,” Evillustrator smiled, or smirked. She couldn’t tell. “Ah, you gotta be kidding me!”

“Huh?”

“I can’t draw properly in the dark.”

One weakness located. Good to know if he changes.

“Voila!” and he made a small sun. oh, this was so not going to be good for her treatment schedule.

Marinette watched as he let his world enter the real one, music flowing from his pen as he wrote. “You’re so talented, I just don’t get why you’d ever use it to hurt people.”

“Just Chloe, and not anymore. You stayed true to your promise, so I’ll stay true to mine.”

Did she mention she liked him for two years? No?

And Chat was there, on the rooftops now… and there were others following. Why were her friends incapable of being subtle?

“I know I’m not as good as you with just drawing,” Marientte began.

“I’ve seen your work Marinette, you’re a wonderful artist.”

“Is it okay if I draw something for you too?”

“Of course!”

She watched him quickly make a sketchpad and pens. Not what she was going for but she’d work with it. He knew she preferred traditional… why did he have to get akumatized for them to go on a date? Why couldn’t she just get the words out before?

There were thumps on the boat then. Why was Chat like this—they’d gone over stealth that week, or was that with the other three? Either way, she would so call Aunt Selina for help with stubborn cats and boys when she got out of Paris. ON top of the Leauge or some kind of general hero aid, but still. Principle.

A staff separated them. Chat’s.

Marinette jumped back because she trusted her partner but yikes!

“Marinette, you’re working with him!” Oh, her partner did not like civilian her. Good thing secret identities were harder for strangers to crack.

“Nathaniel,” Marinette let her voice shake.

“Stay away from her!”

Suddenly there was a shield over her. Was it bad a part of her really, really liked the idea of him working with her and Chat? And not just the crushing part? Probably. But a girl can daydream. Plus, his powers are very useful.

“Don’t worry pinkie, I got’cha!” Monkey King said as he flung her over his shoulder and jumped onto the bridge.

“MARINETTE!” Evillustrator cried out, trying to get to her

“Who are you!” Chat shot back, blocking Evillustrator.

“Friends of Ladybug, Kitty,” Bunnix yelled as she jumped onto the boat.

Evillustrator managed to get up to the bridge, letting the others argue over who was saving Marinette and seeming to forget about the akuma in the process. He quietly followed the monkey user, waiting until he put Marinette down.

“You’ll be safe here Marinette!” Kim said, running back to the others. “I’ll be back when the akuma is caught. Might wanna work on your luck.” She hated him right then and there. A lot.

“I, don’t hurt him. He’s not a bad person, or even violent.”

Kim’s face changed then. “He targeted Chloe!”

“And he stopped when I asked, and he only targeted her because she was being horrible!”

“How is looking out for you--you know what, we’ll talk later about your poor life choices, and taste in boyfriends!” he yelled as he ran off.

“I--we’re not---not yet but---urgh!”

Evillustrator made himself known then. “Marinette, you’re okay?”

Marinette almost jumped. Almost. “I, I think so,” she rubbed her arms. It was getting cold out.

“I, sorry for how our date ended back there.”

“It was a pretty bad date crashing,” Marinette murmured, not seeing how Evilustrators face went a bit red at her comment. “But it wasn’t your fault. Do you mind if we just, draw somewhere fro a bit?”

She needed him alone for this to work.

He grinned back at her. “Art room?”

“Art room.”

“Hold on, I’ll fly us there.”

She did as asked, looping her arms around his neck and maybe, just maybe, there’s more than a little part of her that liked being able to lean on someone else in situations like this. Where she wasn’t in charge or making every decision for everyone.

He jetted them to the school, and she was certain he tripped an alarm on the way.

She moved to her ‘blurp’ sketchpad, tweaking a few designs inspired by some of Rose’s ‘special’ plants. She waited until Evillustrator put his pen down. she nabbed the jar from Rose’s current project, lid and all, stomped on his pen and jarred the akuma.

“Marinette?” Nathaniel was there. God she missed seeing him. “Wh, what happened?”

“I, you were akumatized. Chat and three new heroes got me away from you but you found me again. You didn’t hurt me or anything, it was more or a date-crashing is all...”

“Oh my god I am so sorry Marinette.”

Marinette’s mind spiraled into the worst case. He regrets this. he regrets talking to me. Oh god, he hates me for taking advantage of his trust as an akuma. I crushed my crush crushing on me. he hates me now. “I, its fine, you probably didn’t even want to, I, sorry, I should have said no.”

“Wait, we were on a date?” It was obvious, she was dressed up, and they were alone and okay, they broke into the school but there’s worse crimes and its pseudo-public property as they both help pay for it to run and she’s rambling again. Face the music Marinette.

“Yes.”

“And you, you wanted to be there?”

“Wi, with you Nathaniel, not uh, not Evillustrator.” God he must hate her. was it cheating to go on a date with someone’s akumatized self? What were the walls here—too many doors and she didn’t see anything resembling rules around this.

“This is horrible timing, but make-up date Saturday?”

“I,” Marinette was tongue-tied. Tikki hit her into awareness from her purse. Shit, she forgot Tikki was there.

“Are you sure?”

“If you are.” She was VERY sure she wanted to go on a real date with Nathaniel. Without her partner and friends stalking them. And Nonno’s circling.

“Then, uh, yes. Yes, I, I’d love y-to. I’d love to!”

If anyone besides the poor butterfly could see them, they would see two very blushy and embarrassed middle schoolers having a hard time making eye contact while grinning like idiots.

“We, uh, we should let Chat know we have the akuma,” Marinette mumbled, glancing at it. She was only 60% certain it wouldn’t phase through like a kwami.

“Right! I’ll post it on the ladyblog.”

“i’ll text the akuma alert.”

“Is Ladybug okay—wait did I kill ladybug!” Nathaniel was panicking. About killing her alter ego. Oh god she was in deep because that was adorable and no! bad brain! Comfort him—don’t fawn over when panicking!

“NO! She, she’s fine! She wasn’t at the battle.”

“OH THANK GOD!”

The pair waited for an angry Chat Noir, ready to lecture them both, only to see blushy Marinette holding Nathaniel’s hand with a jarred akuma in front of them.

“You got his object.” He was stunned by this. well, she did tell him she could.

“Holy—I told you she could do it!” Monkey King was grinning.

“Just because she can, doesn’t mean she should Monkey King,” Max snapped, glaring at him like it was all Kim’s fault Marinette went missing for a few hours… granted he contributed to that.

“So, civvies can kick akuma butt now, good to know, good to know,” Bunnix added, grinning a little too wide. She knew something.

“I, uh, sorry for any harm I did when I was, well, akumatized.”

Monkey King opened his mouth,ready to tell him off.

Only Chat beat him to it, kind of. “Yeah, I heard from Chloe about what happened. Outing a crush, and saying you can’t be together over a private drawing, in public... that’s pretty understandable. Honestly, I’m just glad you didn’t go Stoneheart’s route.” Chat looked between the two at their joined hands. he twitched--why?  “Oh—oh! Definitely took the direct route. Good for you two!” strained voice too, what was bothering him about this?

Monkey King then saw the pair holding hands. And blushing and—what did that cretin do to his little sister!

Pegasus looked over and sighed. He knew this would happen. Markov predicted it.

Bunnix was grinning like a loon.

“I’ll take the akuma until my Lady can purify it. My teammates will go home for now and work on teamwork for next time, right?”

“I only have to answer to the Gaurdian.”

“Eh.”

“We have class tomorrow,” Pegasus pointed out.

Marinette nodded along, quick to leave with Nathaniel, her parents fussing over her first REAL date that Saturday---the girls all agreed to assemble to help with outfit and makeup and coaching, and cooed over the end result. except Chloe who was insistent that Marinette could do much better.

She managed to escape only to see an annoyed Chat not far from her balcony. One escape later and she met him on the rooftops.

“Doing better M’lady?”

“A little... Lucky charm!” a jar. “Miraculous Ladybug!” she blanked again. she hated that. when she came to she swayed a bit.

Chat caught her. “M’lady?”

her head was swimming. “I think we need to change our battle plan... using Tikki makes me sick.”

Chat paled at that. “I’ll get the message out tonight, just, hold on, okay?

--

Chat did get the message out. The Justice League did recieve the transmission, but the video file was corrupted. it was the fifth corrupted file they’d received from France.

Hal was getting tired of seeing them, grumbling about it being a prank and it wasn’t funny that someone was pranking the League and taking away from valuable resources and people who need them.

--

Chat met with the Guardian and told him what was happening to Ladybug.

The Gaurdian rubbed his temples. “We need to use her less often. Perhaps have Pegasus and her work from a remote location until we need her to purify the akuma and undo the damage... I believe it is time you begin to work with another miraculous--I chose you as a weak cat so that Paris could not be destroyed with a misplaced Cataclysm. It seems we need more than what i thought... This is the snake miraculous. He has the power to let you change an outcome. i do not know how many minutes you will have with your second chance.”

Chat took the offered box and let the second Kwami, Sass, speak.

“Greetings. I am Sass.”

“Adrien, also Chat Noir.”

“Are we combining or switching?”

Fu looked thoughtful for a moment. “For now, switching. We will work on fusing another day. I believe there’s someone you already trust to share the Black Cat with.”

Adrien sighed, knowning exactly who he meant.

--

END!

so i’m putting this one to a quick vote as to who Adiren shares Plagg with.

Chloe or Felix?

Chloe is fun for theme and working on her (self) destructive tendencies from cannon as general ml writer salt. She would be Duchess (i just like that for her and the general Cat!chloe fanworks) and would have some trouble controlling her Cataclysm, and only be called in for more dangerous akuma as Duchess. she would not know Adrien is Chat. She is still a ladybug fangirl, and yes, she is also Queen Bee when she isn’t able to be Duchess for ReasonsTM  (as all miraculous are swapped like candy in my AU because of fights needing different powers, strategies, and for some people (Marinette) are safer with different miraculous, while others are just good one)

Felix would run around as Chat Noir as a body double, work on mending his and Adiren’s relationship and issues, be aware Adrien is Chat, and calls Gabriel out at home when he’s being a paranoid dad. For the Marinette side, they are gremlin freinds, co-founders of the Adrein protection squad, and sometimes discuss reverse-theiving techniques. potential as one of her love interests or vice versa, but eh? also Adiren blowing off steam by being Felix fro a day while Felix does recon on Adrien’s freinds as Adrein to make sure his cousin isn’t falling for fake friends.

Yes, I am doing mass character overhauls in terms of character arcs, but my fic, screw cannon.

Please comment to vote, since i am hardcore 50/50 here, and need help on this one.

i will eventually post this on the a03, its the only mlb fic under crazyjc

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[tokkionline]

silver’s picks

remember this post? well, after seeing it gaining notes again, i decided to properly update it! i wrote it with the boredom coming from quarantine in mind, but now... a lot of cities are getting out of it. this doesn’t mean we get to slack off, though! wear masks, wash your hands and be kind to yourself and others.

the channels i have selected are part of my absolute favorites, and i sincerely hope that they will bring you the same joy that they brought me. now without further ado, let’s get started!

bolded are personal favorites.

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Cooking

if you know me, you know i love baking and cooking. i just think it’s so fascinating that we are able to make something delicious from various ingredients! whenever i can i watch cooking videos to inspire myself or just to relax!

HidaMari Cooking

one word: y u m. looking for something to bake? this channel is perfect to find the ideal recipe. even if you don’t cook, just watching the video is soo satisfying!

JunsKitchen

a man who cooks delicious meals while his cats watch! you may know him from the polishing a rusty knife video… well, his other videos are even more entertaining! you even get to see AMAZING scenery as he looks for ingredients!

한세HANSE

a quiet and laidback cooking channel! just relax and watch delicious desserts being created! i’m actually planning to try out one of their recipes…. chocolate chip muffin, maybe?

Cooking tree

mainly focused on desserts! so yummy and relaxing~

Rosanna Pansino’s Nerdy Nummies and Recipes

if you know me, you know i love disney. well, this playlist not only has amazing recipes for desserts, but it also has DISNEY themed desserts!!! or any kind of movie, really!! rosanna is also a super bubbly and entertaining person, i never get bored watching her videos

kawaiisweetworld

ADORABLEEEE recipes!!! i’m planning to try out her cinnamon roll recipe, i honestly CANNOT wait... i just need to get a dough hook SNDFN. oh, i also wanna try the mermaid macarons! anyway, if you need cute baking ideas, or if you just need a cute youtube video, this channel is what you need!!

Party Kitchen - パーティーキッチン

lunch! dinner! dessert! there’s everything and the videos are so relaxing as well!! even when i’m not looking for something to cook i just love to sit and watch.

내복곰 Nebokgom

this youtuber works in a wonderful little cafe, and they basically show us how they make the delicious pastries they sell! with soothing classical music playing in the background, it’s definitely one of my favorite channels.

Café Vlogs

one of my many dream jobs is to be a cafe owner and all of these channels just make me daydream so hard!!!! they are also a PERFECT way to unwind. had a stressful day? just sit and watch drinks being made with relaxing music~ it’s also super amazing that we get to see how our favorite drinks are made!

Zoe 조에

i LOVE zoe so much! her mother owns a cafe in korea, and she basically shows us her daily routine there! the drinks she makes look incredibly tasty, same goes for the cakes she serves!! i want to travel as much as i can in the future, so maybe one day i’ll actually go to her cafe ansndfn

y.na__ homecafe

what’s a home cafe? well, it’s when you decide to make your own little cafe at home! this youtuber user comes up with amazing drinks (even meals!) that are just too pretty to be eaten in my opinion. with little to no background music, it’s ideal for you if you don’t like noisy videos!

BoBe보베

i cannot stress how much i love this channel. it might even be one of my favorite NDNFNG their sandwich making process is literally SOOO nice and satisfying to look at, and they look delicious as well!!! the videos have a very calming atmosphere

카페노예 jun

one of the first cafe vlog channels i got into!! some videos even include the cafe’s pastries’ baking process!

카대남 홍준 HongJun

he posts daily vlogs as well, but i’ll still put him in the cafe vlog section because his cafe vlogs are so funny!! he shows his viewers that failing is ok. if he messes up an order? it’s ok! do it again and you’ll succeed!

Winnyoops위니웁스

she works in a cafe that’s underground!!!! that’s already amazing!!!! and the menu is literally so unique i adore it. her channel has such a cozy evening vibe honestly. like imagine you’re on your way back home from work and decide to stop at the cafe that’s in the subway...

Lifestyle

sometimes, i don’t know what kind of life i want to live. that’s when i turn to these channels, to remind myself of what i want: a happy, comfortable yet adventurous life. these vloggers are huge inspirations to me.

Choki

her videos radiate with cozy vibes! whenever i have free time i just love to bundle up and watch her stuff! recipes, daily routine, all videos are filled with wholesomeness as well as extremely helpful advice on how to better yourself as a person.

CozyDay 코지데이

honestly one of my all time favorite channels. a couple vlogs about their daily routine, and seeing just how much they love each other is so heartwarming!! plus, by seeing all the fun stuff they do such as cooking and taking care of flowers, you might be motivated to do the same!

李子柒 Liziqi

li ziqi’s channel is HEAVENLY. in an interview she mentioned that she wanted people from the city to know where their food comes from, having found out some kids believed rice grew from trees, and so she makes amazing videos where she grows her own ingredients! tomatoes, cucumbers, potatoes... she makes everything all by herself and produces amazing meals to share with her grandmother. she also makes her own furniture and so much more! the background music is also AMAZING and super soothing.

Extras

Barbie’s Youtube Channel

if you follow me, you’re probably not surprised i added this to the list. if you don’t follow me and randomly see this post… ok, hear me out. barbie’s vlogs are filled with positivity and fun, and isn’t that what we exactly need? hey, there’s even cooking videos!

VanillaHamHam

cooking, but for hamsters! watch this person make delicious, hamster-friendly meals, and then watch their hamster munch on it!!

mihan。

an amazing journaling youtube account!! even if you aren’t into journaling, i am certain you will find comfort with their videos! and if you do journal… say hello to bursts of inspiration whenever you finish a video!

J E U N I C O R N

another journaling youtube account! but you can also find adorable what’s in my bag videos that i absolutely love <3

그루밍데이 고양이cat vlog

two beautiful cats, cobi and berry!! they are literally so adorable, and watching them always makes me smile!

aaaand that’s it! all of my favorite channels! i hope that you’ll check them out and love them as much as i do!

[sunshines-and-tatertots]

Y/N’s affair (Part 1?)

By: The 4 payasos.

This was a little something where you write something and one of your friends continue it, so it’s kind of weird lmao. Horribly edited and it’s just embarrassing, quite frankly.  My friends irl don’t know I posted this. 

God, the things cheese could do to you. Feta, Brie, Gouda, the sheer variety of cheeses drove you to the brink of madness. In fact, the very thought of cheese caused a surge of warmth through your body and clouded all sense of reason. "I should call him...." you thought.  

Reaching out to your phone, you called the person you were daydreaming about, Dominos. The things he could do to you- oh god. You call him, and after three rings he answers. "Hello?' he said tentatively, his voice clear yet inquisitive. 

You clear your throat. "Hello, Dominos? Yeah, remember when you said you'd give me 20% off my garlic bread? Well, I wanna cash the offer. I like bread"

The man on the other end replies slowly but carefully. "Y-Y-Yes. I'm sorry to ask but is this (Y/N)?" You look at the phone surprised he noticed your voice. As you think more deeply you realize it is none other than Levi. As you still desire bread you hang up and call your local Papa John.

Surprisingly, Papa Johns picked up the phone immediately. "(Y/N), I've been waiting for you call for quite some time now, why did you keep me waiting?" The man on the other line said, lust lacing his every word as his deep register evoked unknown emotions deep within you. 

"Papa..........please....give me the breadsticks....I'm begging you... Please Papa," you replied.

 The man on the other side of the phone went silent for a few moments before saying, "Yes I know, (Y/N), I know how much you like our breadsticks." You could feel his breath fan over your body, turning you hot, "Do you want anything else that's not on the menu?" 

"Yeah," you said, your breathing getting more rapid by the second. "I would really..." 

"Go on, don't be shy," Papa John said slyly. 

"I would really love some potato corner French fries. specifically, tater tots that are bbq flavored and curly fries that are sour cream and onion."

Papa being caught off guard looked at the phone "Yes, the fries but anything else more breadstick like?" You start to gasp at the thought of it as your cheeks turn a rosy pink.

"Papa...please...I can't wait for any longer..." you managed to gasp. 

"Oh (Y/N)," his long, veiny fingers trailed down his bulging adam's apple and down to his sharp collarbones. "The things I would do if you were right here, in the pizza-making shop. The flour sticking onto those rosy cheeks of yours, the sticky dough attached to your clear skin, and the saucy tomato paste hanging out of the corners of your mouth..." Papa John's replied.

You could feel your body getting hot over the sinful things he was telling you, "You know we can't go on like this, you and me. We aren't fated to be together." You could hear a sigh from the other end of the phone, "You will always come back to me for more, I know you will.”

Your blush deepens, cheeks red as the tomato sauce papa so lustfully described. your mind was racing, the thoughts coming too fast to count. You take a few deep breaths before you continue, knowing full well that he heard them. you could almost feel his grin through the receiver. "Yes papa, I will always come back to you. you know how much I love a medium pizza with mushrooms on top and a side of cherry coke"

You knew deep inside that wasn't the only thing you wanted but you stopped yourself there because you knew things weren't going to end up the way you wanted to. 

All of a sudden, the wooden door burst open, revealing your husband: Pizza Hut. "(Y/N)! I knew it! I knew you were having an affair with my worst enemy!" he exclaimed. 

"Fine, you were right. I only married you in order to get closer to Papa John's. You were never able to get my order right or provide the perfect thickness of the crust to me! Your breadsticks are stale and soft, while his is rock hard and juicy. Why would I ever devote myself to a man that fails to satisfy my needs?!" You screamed. 

However, while both of you were lost in the midst of your argument, you failed to realize that Papa's Johns was smirking all while listening on the other side of the phone.  

This is what he was planning all along. He knew how fragile their relationship was and this was the perfect opportunity for him to grab the dream woman for him. To beat Pizza Hut once and for all, by stealing his woman. It was worth it too. He knew that he had her all over him. The things he could do once he had her was too much for him to think about. He knew their relationship was about to end, and he would be able to snatch her up.

It somewhat irked you. you wonder if he liked you at all, as the person you are. you wonder if he saw you as nothing but a prize, as a way to get back at his fiercest rival. you wonder if you had been nothing but a pawn to him this entire time. alas, these are not pleasant thoughts, and they leave your head almost as soon as they showed up. he had his benefits: the coupons, the free drinks, and sides. it’s not like you felt anything for either of them, after all. you, too, sought a prize. The prize being the things he gave you at night. Every morning waking up you thought just one more chance. Even when you felt used, you pushed through for that prize.

His garlic parmesan scent lingered around your bedroom, further angering your husband. "I have always known of your true intentions, but some part of me wished that you would look at me the way I looked at you. I truly loved you (Y/N), no matter how many times you may use me, no matter how much I want to hate you, my heart still yearns for you." Pizza hut pleaded. The room was silent, the once lustful atmosphere dissipated and time seemed to have stopped. Where did you go wrong in life? Why must the cheeses above curse you?

 You could feel your heart stop. You were torn between 2 men, one of them who truly loved you and one who was using you. You had no idea who to choose. The silence was terrifying and you could hear your own heartbeat growing louder. Did you even know who you wanted? Did it even matter? You didn't care for either of them, you just wanted the snacks. Papa John can hook you up with fire ramen at three in the morning and that's what matters. 

You look at pizza hut, whose bright green eyes were lined with silver tears. They pleaded with you wordlessly, begging you to stay. How could you resist? You lean in close and you see hope spark in them. Distantly, you hear Papa John let out an annoyed huff on the phone. You brush the hair back from pizza hut's face. "Hmm, you're kind of ugly and you only stock regular coke, not the cherry kind. Bye-bye" turns out, resisting those eyes was very easy.

You turn to walk away and from a distance, you hear Papa john chuckle. Just as you think that you can resist you run back into his arms grasping pizza hut's face. Just as his green eyes lit up with hope, a sharp sound sliced through the tense air. A crimson red hand-print replaced his pale, crusty skin. Your hand was throbbing, but that did not stop the grin that spread across your face. 

"You are a fool to think that I would return to a man like you. I will admit, you were fun, but the two of us were never meant to be. Get your head out of the clouds and realize that there is someone else out in the world that is waiting for you. Did you think that I did not know that I was a mere rebound at the beginning of our relationship? I know that time has passed, but your foolishness has left you blind to the world around you." you exclaimed as the wind in your hair soared. "Now, this is goodbye, Pizza Hut, this was fun while it lasted." 

Tags: @tiger1719 @fullmetalfangirl21

[perish-the-creator]

Making The Move

Rodorah Stockholm Fic:

Part1, Part2, Part3 

Ghidorah’s three sets of eyes watched with satisfaction as Rodan sat on the floor. He was folding up the laundry like his list of chores had commanded, but he sat in a fashion that made their mouths water. His position showed off the yummy thickness of his thighs and the perfect curves of his ass. Not to mention, he wore some pretty small yet tight booty shorts the captor had gotten for him. 

It was no telling if the Hispanic individual knew the effects he was having on the three-headed being, and the thought of him being blissfully unaware made it all the more arousing. It had been two weeks since Ghidorah had torn and discarded those clothes. He even went as far as making fake blood with a small pinch of Rodan’s own. (The fella had accidentally cut himself while cooking.) Thus far, they were in the total clear. The news, for the most part, said that the case was to be closed, but there were still some annoying few who demanded a body to go along with those clothes. For closure as they’d put it. But Ghidorah knew they’d have to just wait a little longer before Rodan’s absence became nothing more than a failed mission that’ll be overshadowed by some scandal. 

“Can we have pizza tonight?” His sweet voice snapped the three from their trance. 

“Huh?” Kevin asked. 

“Pizza,” Rodan repeats with a shy smile. “There was a commercial and it just made me want some. I mean if not that’s fine, I can still cook up the spaghetti I said-” 

“We can do pizza.” Ichi instantly booms, too caught up by the adorable voice of Rodan. Funny how art first the three almost hated it. It was a bit rough to hear. The voice of a guy who’s been through shit. But the longer he stayed the softer it got. It honestly sounded more natural than that thick tough-guy tone he first pulled. “What do you like on it?”

“Plain pepperoni or cheese is fine.” He replies before getting back to folding the clothes. Ichi nods and motions for Ni to order the food. Ni was a lot better at talking to people over the phone. He had to patience and voice for it. Alas, they could never make a phone call sitting down. They needed to move. 

So they walked towards the kitchen, pacing in circles as Ni calmed told the people how he wanted the pizza and how he expected it to be on time or else he won’t pay. He also adds a little prize too to make sure that their pizza is the very best.

Rodan deserves the very best after all.

When the order is completed and the phone call ends, they sit down and sigh. Stress has been a recent guest in their household. They were still making good funds while gaining a few lackeys, but the overall hype is slowly dying. They had Rodan. They had something to lose and couldn’t be as careless anymore. They needed a new way to make money soon or things were going to get real dicey. 

From the living room hear that godamn annoying commercial. It was the one about insurance or something. Regardless of its purpose, they hated the jingle. It absolutely catchy and took forever to get out of your head. So as they stormed back in there, ready to angrily change the channel, Ghidorah stops.

Rodan dances around, moving his hips and laughing. 

“Yeah yeah get your protection!! Death is free!! But pay our prices, don’t roll those dices, saving your whole family!!” He seemingly knew the jingle by heart and looked as if he enjoyed it. Ghidorah just watches, awestruck and impressed. Their eyes wander down his body and a part of them hardens. Oh wait, THAT part of them hardens. It’s been six months, going on seven now, maybe it was finally the right time to make a move. 

“Nice dance moves.” Kevin interrupts with a snarky tone. Ichi bites his horns in retaliation for ruining the moment. Rodan pauses before laughing nervously. 

“Oof, you three saw that? Heh, well now you know I have no rhythm.” He returns to his previous position on the floor and starts folding again. The two bothers scold Kevin for ruining their fun, but he just kept a stupid grin on his face. 

For another 20 minutes, they sit down in relative silence with the only sounds coming from the tv. That is until the doorbell rings. Ni snorts at the determination of the pizza guy.

When they answer the door, they are greeted by a baby faced little dragon. He couldn’t be any older than 17 at the most. He nervously handed over the pizza before standing there like a dork. 

“I paid over the phone. You can go.” Ni told him but the guy just shook his head and held his hand out. “Oh fuck, yeah the prize. Bold little dude.” Ghidorah walks away from the door, forgetting to close it while they went to go get the jewel the promised. That’s when the nosy bastard leaned in and saw Rodan sitting on the floor. 

The kid’s eyes shot out his head as he began to drool a little. Geez, whoever that was had a nice ass!! Just then, a shadow is over him, and he looks up with a gulp. 

“Fuck the prize. Were you just gawking at my husband?” Ni said, just low enough to where the guy could hear but Rodan was left in the dark. The guy quickly shook his head. 

“N..no sir...sirs!! I would never-”

“Get the fuck out of our faces,” Kevin growled before slamming the door in the kid’s face. Rodan is startled a little and looks toward the large being. 

“Everything okay? Did the pizza come?” He asked curiously as the three heads threw on fake smiles. 

“It was just a huge bug was on the door and we didn’t want it coming in.” Kevin lied. “But yeah, the pizza’s here.” Rodan smiled and skipped towards the kitchen, happy to enjoy a meal he hadn’t tasted in so long.

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“What’s with the face bro?” A voice asked the dragon as he walked back into the pizza shop. The dragon chuckles and walks back behind the counter, washing off his hands and preparing to make some fresh dough.

“Went to that Ghids order or whatever’s place to deliver his shit. Well, turns out the bastard has three heads.” His friend’s eyes widened. “Yeah, bro. THREE!”

“A hydra?! Dude I thought those folks went extinct years ago.” The mammal based friend responds. The dragon nods his head. 

“But that’s not all. Bastard got a nice ass husband. And I mean nice ass~.” His friend laughs a little. “I’m serious. It wasn’t super phat but fuck man those curves were no joke. Damn tease was wearing some sweet booty shorts.”

“Hold up, before you go any further into detail, what species we talking bout? Cause my little guy only launches for certain folks.” 

“ Pteranodon I think. Mostly due to the horns and the tail. Had his wings retracted though so that’s a bummer.” His friend once again gives him a surprised look. 

“Bro! Those fuckers are the best fucks. They a kinky species. Blade said he fucked one once a few years back, though I think he’s lying. Ain’t a lot of them left though so that Ghid bastard lucked up.” The mammal sighs and puts the pizza in the oven.

“Man imagine having a husband that fine. I tell ya he wouldn’t step foot out my house. I’d have him walk around with no clothes or sexy lingerie for sure. Mmm, might even snatch up a cutie like that if I saw him on the streets.” The dragon licks his lips as he daydreams. 

“You’re a crazy dude. Well, good thing he’s with someone who loves him and clearly gained consent and not a crazy kidnapper like you.”  The two laugh and continue on with the last few orders of the night. 

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Ghidorah leans against the front of the shower, each head panting softly. A sense of dread and anxiety washed over them. Rodan had been spotted; had been stared at! And they did little more than giving that bastard a door to the face. There weren’t many pteranodons left, especially in this city, and despite the discarded clothes, there were still people looking for Rodan. If the damn idiot ran his mouth then rumors would start and people would talk and then form conspiracies and before they knew it cops would be busting down their door and dragging their sweet Rodan away from them. 

“Should...should we try now?” Kevin asked with an unsteady voice. “Before it’s too late. Go ahead and mark him. That way if the cops come they-”

“Marking won’t stop them separating a captive from their captor. No matter how we or he phrases it, we’ll be separated.” Ni replies with a saddened tone. There was a feeling in their chest that they hated more than anything. 

Fear.

For the first time, it appeared the world was crashing around them. For the first time, they actually worried about a future beyond their own. 

They hear the bathroom door open, followed by the sound of clothes falling on the ground. They don’t look up to see what it is until the shower door opens and Rodan steps inside; completely nude. 

“R..rodan!” Kevin blushed as did the others. But Rodan held a determined look as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His eyes were trained on the large soul in front of him.

“Touch me.”

The three heads though they legit died for a moment. Did he really just? No! Wait is he? Was this?

“I want you Ghidorah.” The words were like bullets to each head and as Rodan pressed his body against theirs it was being more and more clear that this was in fact real life.

“We...we want you too,” Kevin responds on behalf of his brothers who are too awestruck to speak. Rodan smiles before guiding their hands on his body. 

“I’m yours.”

Needless to say, the water wasn’t the only thing steaming that night.  

[4-the-chaotic-one]

Misunderstandings

A little fic written with @sunshine-the-boi​ playing Aziraphale, me playing Crowley. It is the early 1600s:

Aziraphale had called him to meet up at a new restaurant in the south of England. They had boasted works that included the new introduction of pineapples and bananas, leading to quite a few breakthroughs in the dessert department. Aziraphale sat at a table, adjusting his clothes minutely, and settled in to wait for both his meal and his evening companion.

Unfortunately, the streets of London were packed, and it was pouring. Getting a last minute carriage ride was a hassle, and it would still be slow. Horses, obviously, were out of the question. Walking was, truly, the only option.

Crowley walked into the restaurant decidedly late, though miraculously dry. Peering around the dinning area through small dark glasses, his lip twitched at the corner. Immediately, he swaggered to the table for two, currently occupied by one.

Sliding into the seat, leaning forward to rest elbows on the table, he looked the angel over. “Nice place.”

Aziraphale was already halfway through his first treat when the demon arrived, something made entirely of cream, dough, and bananas. The angel's brows shot up and his face broke out into a full fledged smile, "Oh, Crowley, hello. So good to see you." He almost spoke like he hadn't expected him, but a moment later he frowned, "You're quite late."

“Eh, had to walk,” Crowley leans back, draping his arms over the back of the chair, flagging a waiter. Ordering wine—white—for the both of them, he pantomimes looking about the room leisurely. His head turns, but behind the dark lenses, his eyes never leave the angel.

“So, any....plans? In the next few days?” He raises a brow at the angel, making his words sound nonchalant to the point of dramatic.

Aziraphale gives him a smile that says ‘You know what I called you here for’ and digs into the rest of his dessert with his fork, a new, wonderful thing, "Well, I'm supposed to head up to Rome this weekend. A few blessings here, a miracle there." He takes a bite and chews through it slowly with a satisfied smile before continuing, "You?"

“Ah, well,” Crowley shrugs, receiving his drink and taking a sip before gently swirling the liquid in the glass, “I’m also meant to go to Rome. Tempt some royalty, nothing taxing.”

Taking another sip, he eyed the angel over his glasses, waiting. Crowley knew the rules. If he called the meeting, he was expected to convince and pester. When the Angel asked to meet, he was not to mention it. Not first.

Aziraphale gave him a hum and a nodded as he lifted his glass to take a drink as well, just a small sip before going back to his food, "Would you like a bite of this? I know you don't eat often but it is quite good. Lovely aroma as well."

“Why not?” Crowley snatched a fork, stabbing the smallest morsel from Aziraphale’s plate. Taking the bite, he looked thoughtful a moment before nodding.

The food doesn’t matter. He would agree anyway. It was part of the game. Of course, for all the unspoken rules Aziraphale had put forth—there were aspects the angel was entirely unaware of.

Such as this silly waiting game. Aziraphale thought himself to be teasing the demon, torturing him with dragging the meal out. Knowing they both knew the business, but not bringing it up until the end.

The joke was on him. Crowley could sit and talk with the angel, watching him eat, for eternity. Each and every time he found their time at an end, forced to say goodbye, he felt a slight panic. A part of him scrambling to find a reason—any reason—to prolong the encounter.

“Not bad.” The demon nods upon swallowing. Taking a sip of his wine he grinned. “Wine’s better.” Let Aziraphale procrastinate the night away.

Aziraphale smiled again, it bunches the chub in his cheeks and crinkles his eyes, waving down the waiter once more to order whatever other new things they had. The man knew the angel by name, as they always did, and was eager to comply.

"The wine is very good, isn't it? You know, it comes from a vineyard in Italy, this place's in particular. I think we've been actually. It’s familiar, isn't it?"

“Mmm,” Crowley took another sip. “Yess. 1632, we were way on our back from Galileo announcing his observation of the ‘fixed star’.”

This had, of course, entertained the demon to no end, as the ‘star’ was in fact the planet Neptune. Not that it had been named, as such, yet—but he was well aware of it. As he was every celestial body.

Given the level of awe and excitement Aziraphale had been in, he rather doubted the angel was as such aware. Crowley had found himself unable to spoil the angel’s fun, and had never mentioned the planet. “They had goats.”

The angel's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly, "You're right! Extraordinary, wasn't it?" He thanked the waiter for his new dish and happily began to examine it, "The humans are doing such marvelous things, now. Have you seen the art?"

Eyeing the new plate, Crowley vaguely wondered how many the angel had eaten before he arrived. The thought made him smile fondly.

“Oh yes,” He nodded, thoughts jerking back to the conversation. “Love the Baroque style. Very contrasting.”

The demon had actually become so infatuated with the style, he had considered asking the angel to model with him for one. Asking the painter, in fully artistic fashion of course, to portray them as angel and demon. He rather thought the dramatic contrast in the paintings would fit perfectly.

However, daydreaming about such a thing, and actually asking existed on two entirely different levels.

The angel took a bite of his new dish and gave a great sigh, eyes closing and body relaxing as he mulled over the flavors in his mouth, savoring each second of it.

Once the moment had passed, he finally spoke again, "The things they do with buildings these days. Have you seen the Luxembourg Palace? It’s divine, really."

Crowley was transfixed. The demon really could watch Aziraphale eat for eternity. He was quite certain he had never taken as much pleasure in anything as the angel did eating. Well, except perhaps watching the angel.

So involved in observation, was he, that when his companion spoke once more, he looked up blankly. It took a moment for his mind to readjust and comprehend what had been asked. Or even, that he had been asked a question.

“Luxembourg. Yes. Lovely cornices,” He nodded, finally able to pull up a memory of the place, “Lovely pond. Lots of ducks.”

A soft laugh passed the air between them and Aziraphale dabbed at his mouth with his napkin, "You love ducks. Why do you love ducks so much? Of course they're beautiful creatures you... seem drawn to them."

Pulling a somewhat confused and thoughtful face, Crowley cocked his head. “Dunno.” He looked at the angel with a shrug. “Didn’t know I had any particular inclination towards them.”

The demon was not lying. It was only at this point, upon Aziraphale asking such a pointed question, did he realize how often he did refer to ducks. There was nothing conscious involved in the act, it simply happened.

Now that he was thinking about it, Crowley honestly could not think of a single exceptional or interesting thing about ducks. They were simply, ducks.

Aziraphale smiled in a small and knowing way, he didn't honestly believe Crowley had any kind of affinity for the animals, they just always seemed to be what popped into his mind when the demon was nervous .

He finished off the last bit on his plate and folded his hands in his lap, "Oh that was lovely. We must come back again sometime." He sat for a second, fingers fidgeting as he debated with himself over whether he'd stalled long enough or not, "Though... I did have another reason for asking you here."

Thankful the angel let the whole ‘duck’ thing go, Crowley relaxed. Refilling his wine, he watched the angel finish off the plate. He was immediately disappointed by the finality of it. He smiled anyway, nodding, because Aziraphale was happy. And he wanted to come back. “Of course.”

Watching the angel fidget, he was torn between the mild panic of knowing the evening was quickly drawing to a close, and adoration at the nervous habit. “Oh?” He raised his brows in mock surprise, finishing off his second glass of wine.

The angel sucked his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment and was torn in his own way by the morality. It was one thing when Crowley would ask this of him, but it was supposed to be. He was a demon. He took shortcuts and did bad things. Aziraphale was supposed to be holy, pure. But here he was trying to shirk responsibilities in favor of his own wants.

Part of him briefly wondered if a bit of it wasn't just him wanting an excuse to see the demon, but he shut it down rather quickly.

"Would be a shame... if we both had to go all the way to Rome..."

“Mmm, indeed,” Crowley agreed immediately. Back to the script. Aziraphale had brought it up, the demon would gladly run with it.

“Such a hassle, what with the ferry, and the war going on. Nasty business, that. Far more sensical for just one of us to go, do both. The Arrangement.” He grinned at the angel as his glass was refilled.

Aziraphale avoided eye contact, gazing down at his empty plates before tilting his head to look at him again, knowing if he doesn't go through with this now, he probably won't at all, "I'll toss you for it."

Crowley opened his hand, revealing a coin. It was not sleight of hand, but proper magic. The effect is the same—or better, as it were. He held it up between two fingers, showing both sides of the coin.

“Call it.” He flipped the coin high in the air, aimed to land in the center of the table.

Aziraphale gave a slight roll of the eyes, knowing for sure at the display he's thinking he's done "proper magic" as opposed to what the angel indulged in.

Nevertheless, he eyed the coin as it travels through the air, calling out a quick "Heads" and waiting for the verdict.

A soft plink, as the coin landed on the clothed table. Leaning forward a hair, Crowley grinned, flopping back. “Tails, you’re going to Rome.”

While he was rather relieved at not having to travel, a small part of him also worried about the angel traveling through a war zone. An even smaller part of him felt the smallest bit guilty at cheating. Never let a demon flip a coin.

“Just play the royal consort—his wife really—tell him some negative things, question himself, and you’re all done. Nothing big, in and out in a pinch.” He grinned toothily at the angel.

The angel huffed but throws him a look as he thought it over, "That isn't so bad, I suppose. Rome has lovely food. Alright fine. I'll go to Rome." He adjusted the napkin in his lap and sat for a moment, thinking about asking for more to nibble on, "Now that you're free, whatever shall you do?"

Satisfied that the angel had agreed—though there was really no chance he would not , Crowley considered the question.

“Hmmm,” He mused, trying to find something appropriate to say. Sleeping, and perusing first-editions of a particular variety simply would not do.

“Perhaps I’ll take up art.” The demon immediately regretted this. This was the kind of thing that could be checked up on. Asked about later. Proof requested in a casual manner. Now he had to at least attempt art.

Aziraphale immediately interested, smiled widely and laid his cheek against his hand, "Oh wouldn't that be lovely. You really are the creative sort, Crowley. I'm sure you would do wonderful in the field. I would love to see what could do." He smirked a little, knowing the demon was already mentally backpedalling, "What will you do? Paintings? Sculpture?"

"Ah, yeah," Crowley forced a smile, trying to remain relaxed. "Uhm, painting, I think." That couldn't be too hard, could it? The demon shifted in his seat uncomfortably, looking anywhere but at the angel. “We'll, ah, see how it goes."

If he were to look at Aziraphale, a shit eating grin would be all that greets him. But the angel took pity in him and says, "Well, I'm sure not matter what you, it will be lovely." And left it at that.

He decided, perhaps, if he was to head over to Rome soonish, he should go, and sighed softly, scooting away from the table, "I suppose I'll be off then." He fixed Crowley with a stare and his bottom lip stuck out the slightest bit, "You wouldn't mind... getting this for me, would you, my dear?"

Crowley continued to avoid looking at the angel until he began to stand. At which point he suddenly became fixated on Aziraphale. "Of course," He stood quickly, forcing a smile, "Of course."

As was always the case, the demon suddenly found himself in the usual state of panic when the angel was going to leave. There had to be some way to extend the evening. But there was not. Aziraphale would need to leave the city rather soon. There was nothing Crowley could do.

He had wanted this, hadn't he?

"Right then," He straightened his jacket, "Have fun in Rome." Have a safe trip. Don't do anything stupid. Please, Angel, be careful.

Aziraphale stopped short a little, a sour taste in his mouth at the goodbye spoiling his meal somewhat. But he recovered with a more genuine smile and lays a hand on Crowley's shoulder, "I'll be sure to bring you back something nice. We can meet up again for lunch when I come back." I'll be fine and will see you again soon.

"Yes, of course," Crowley nodded, forcing himself not to simply stare at the hand on his shoulder. Instead he stared intensely at the angel. "Send me a message when you return." I'll be waiting. If you take too long, I'm coming for you. Please be safe.

With their stumbling attempts at subtext finished, Aziraphale nodded once to him and made his way out of the restaurant, leaving Crowley with the bill, in his own way of being passive aggressive with no real anger being had.

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Crowley received word from the angel almost too much time later, a message listing a time and place and urging him explicitly to be on time this occasion.

Time had passed agonizingly slowly. Unfortunately traveling took a great deal of time. No matter how simple the miracles and tempting were--how short a time--the simple travel back and forth were not things to be taken lightly. That being said, the demon had plenty to occupy him during this time.

It turned out, art was actually something the demon was good at. Though his preference, miracling a fully finished painting was the simplest thing. He certainly had the imagination for it--however, Aziraphale would know the difference. Of that he had no doubt. Instead, he put the time in, and the effort.

Unfortunately, a great many of his finished works were things he could never show to the angel. As such, he was scrambling to finish something angel appropriate when he received the message.

His angel was home. Grinning wildly, he finished the last few strokes of the painting and pulled it off the easel. It was suddenly perfectly dry and set when he threw a cloth over it, putting it under his arm as he headed out the door.

The note had said to meet at another restaurant, one of the angel's old favorites. Apparently, he was feeling a bit homesick. Crowley found himself not only arriving on time, but a bit early. Early enough, the angel was not there. Getting a table under the name Aziraphale, he ordered some wine, painting propped against the table, and waited.

In a bit if a shocking move, Aziraphale was actually the slightest bit late. When he finally did arrive, as much as he pretended everything was normal, Crowley could instantly spot something was off .

The angel found their table rather quickly and settled down into his seat, reaching a little too quickly for the wine already set out, "Hello, my dear boy. How have you been?"

"Fine." Crowley answered the question shortly, brows furrowed as he visually inspected the angel. Something was definitely off, but he could not quite put his finger on it. For a moment, he reached across the table, as if he were reaching out toward Aziraphale, but he stopped short.

"What happened?" He did not bother to beat around the bush. The demon was concerned, and did not bother to hide it. This entire time he had been on the edge of his seat, ready to run off to Rome at a moment's notice.

Aziraphale stopped and looked at the outstretched hand. A long, strange moment passed between the two of them as neither dared to move. Finally, the angel broke the silence, staring at the table, "Nothing. It’s nothing. I'-" he huffed a little to cut himself off and returned his gaze to Crowley, faced lined with worry, "Consort. You said "consort", correct?"

Frowning deeper, Crowley slowly, casually pulled his hand back, leaving it resting on the table. "Yes, consort, that's right. Was there trouble?" Do I need to hurt someone?

There was a wild look in the angel’s eyes and he took a shaky breath, leaning closer across the table to whisper in a bit of a hoarse voice, "Escort, Crowley. I was his escort."

Staring for a moment, the demon said nothing. He was frozen as one of the paintings he had spent so many hours on. Staring intently at the angel, unable to respond.

"Escort." It was not a question. It was a statement. Spoken with finality. Yet, there was still clearly some level of uncertainty discernible there. "An escort. You were. An escort."

The angel's face flushed so deeply, he could have been mistaken for a tomato. He immediately dropped his gaze, staring back at the table again, hands fidgeting nervously in his lap, "Yes. Escort. Not um.. not the same as a consort."

“Oh."

Crowley stared at the angel a long moment before looking away. "Right then." Clearing his throat he readjusted in his seat. "Well then. My bad, I guess. Very sorry." Panic babbling began to flow from his mouth, despite his best efforts. "Quite the shock, I imagine. Won't happen again, I assure you."

The arrival of the waiter was a wonderful point at which the demon could bite his tongue. Literally. Hard enough to bleed. So many conflicting emotions ran through him, Crowley had no idea what to say, or do. He was not even sure if Aziraphale was okay or not. Was he simply uncomfortable, or was there something more?

Crowley did not know, and it was rather quickly, driving him mad.

Aziraphale ordered quickly, already knowing what he was in the mood for before having sat down. At least the odd funk he was in hadn't upset his appetite any.

Once the waiter was gone he placed his hands on the table in front of him and took a deep steadying breath, “It's ok. Just..." He flushed anew and tried to look anywhere but at Crowley. It became evident he was more embarrassed than anything, "Perhaps... warn me next time."

Seeing the angel order food with confidence settled Crowley enough to regret having bitten his tongue. At least Aziraphale was still feeling well enough to have his order ready. Of course, the demon considered, it could be the end of the world and Aziraphale would still be thinking of what desert he wanted to try.

For perhaps the first time, Crowley actually saw the blush. Pieces began clicking together. There was a tugging at the corners of his mouth. He battled them down—mostly successful.

Taking a sip of wine, he held it in his mouth a moment, swirling the glass as he considered his response. “Well.  I’ll be sure to do that in the future.” The battle to keep a straight face continued. The demon was losing ground.

“In my defense, my orders were not particularly clear on this point, and as such I had no way of knowing.” Another sip of wine. The battle was going poorly.

“But come now, it wasn’t so bad, was it?” Crowley was in full retreat. The battle was lost.

At the last bit, Aziraphale rounded on him, eyes wide with what might be rage, but the full flush to his face put a bit of a damper on it. He hissed through his teeth, seeming more like demon than an angel in that particular moment, "Yes it was that bad, Crowley. Do you have any idea what I had to do?"

He broke eye contact again to stare at the table, fidgeting with his clothes as if he were suddenly naked.

At the look Aziraphale threw his way, the demon took a slow drink, hiding his grin in the wine. When he set the glass down it was empty, and his face passive. Dark lenses hd the amused glint in his eyes.

“Well, I have an idea,” Crowley argued calmly, “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done a temptation along those lines.” Waiting for his refill, fingers idly spinning the glass on the table, he studied the angel. Very interested in what his reaction to this would be.

The angel blustered for a moment, not able to really come up with anything to say immediately. When he finally got his mouth working again, he blinked slowly at him, ".... You tricked me then. Because you're a demon. You did this on purpose. To taint me."

Accepting his refilled glass, Crowley paused with it a few inches from his mouth to roll his eyes. A dramatic gesture that involved his entire head. “Oh, come off it, Angel. I did no such thing, and you know it.”

He took a drink, the set his glass down, leaning forward on the table. “If I were tricking you, or trying to taint you, I would do a much better job at it. Something subtler.”

"No of course not!" He shook his head feverishly and looked at his hands, not wanting to meet the demon's eyes, "You knew I wouldn't say no. You knew I would do this for you anyway, regardless of what I physically had to do."

When his food arrived, Aziraphale immediately shoved a bite in his mouth, as if trying to rid himself of a bad taste.

Frowning, Crowley leaned back, finding himself becoming mildly annoyed. Of course he understood that the angel had been outside of his comfort zone, but the demon truly had not realized what he was asking. As if he would ever want Aziraphale to go and do something like that with...

“Wouldn’t say no? Angel, you were the one that initiated the meeting. We flipped a coin. In what way is this me asking you to do something? Hmm?” He took another slow sip of wine, staring the angel down over the glass.

Of course, Crowley had cheated at the coin flip, but that was irrelevant to the argument. The argument was about intent, and that was all either non-existant, or the angel’s.

The look Aziraphale gave him could have burned the demon, "I didn't think I was going to have to have sex with somebody, Crowley." He went back to stuffing his mouth, body shivering at the apparent memory.

The reality of what had happened finally hit the demon. Aziraphale had had sex with someone. As if that were not bad enough, in some small way, it was Crowley’s fault. Setting the wine glass down, he was silent a moment, glaring at the table.

While he had been in London, struggling with oils, covering himself in paint, and thinking solely of Aziraphale—someone had been intimate with his angel. A sticky, dark ball began to grow in his gut.

“I’m sorry, Angel.”

Aziraphale continued to stare at the table for a long time, shooting him quick glances from the corner of his eye for a moment before heaving a great sigh. He knew Crowley wouldn't have done this on purpose. His companion was a demon, but even something like this was low for him. He took a long drink of his own wine and fully looked at the demon again, brows furrowed, "Its alright, Crowley. I know... I know it wasn't on purpose. I've just..." he cleared his throat, gaze returning to his food as he did something Crowley had never seen him do—he picks at it "Never done... that before..."

Crowley was idly turning the glass when Aziraphale spoke. Looking up, the sincerity in his voice only added to the beast growing inside the demon.

At the admission, there was a sharp sound, cracking through the restaurant. Like a punctuation to the statement. Crowley looked to the glass, the broken stem of a wine glass in his hand. The goblet clinked to the table and slowly rolled to the floor, as if in slow motion. Deep red wine seeping across the table, dribbling to the floor.

Before either could speak, or acknowledge the glass, attendants were rushing over with hurried apologies, scrambling to clean up the mess.

Aziraphale's mouth sealed shut at the sound, eyes wide and stunned as he stared at the demon. When the staff descend on them, he forced a smile, doing his best to calm them as they clean the glass. Due to the stain, the staff helps them move to a new table, something more secluded in the back, which does not go unnoticed by the angel. They're probably hoping to avoid a very open domestic.

When they finally got settled again, food and new drinks transferred to their table, Aziraphale fixed Crowley with a stare, "What was that?" His stomach churned. He had wanted the demon to know about what had happened, but never expected this.

When they moved to the new secluded table, Crowley did not sit down, instead hovering behind his chair. The cloth wrapped painting he had brought leaning once more against the table.

As the attendants had fussed, and the two had moved, he had seemed distracted. Even once they were left alone, the demon seemed far away.

“Hm?” Crowley looked at the angel. “Nothing. Sorry.” He apologized flippantly. Stepping up, he grabbed the edge of the canvas.

“This is for you.” He set it down closer to the angel. “My apologies, I’m afraid I have some things that I need to take care of. Can’t wait. Leave the bill on my tab.” The demon left without waiting for a response. Or even acknowledgement.

Something in the angel's chest cleaved in half, "No, Crowle-" but he was gone before Aziraphale could force his words out. He sat there, quietly, and stared at the food he, for the first time, was no longer hungry for, and blinked away the burning sensation in his eyes.

Finally, he lifted the painting from the floor, beyond stunned Crowley even bothered with the whole art thing. With the cover gone, he examinesdthe piece, eyeing the detail of it, and tears spilled hotly over his cheeks, "Oh, Crowley…"

The angel held a beautifully done piece showing a small pond filled with a variety of ducks. It was done in the Baroque style.

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Just over a month passed with no sign of the demon anywhere in London. Or England, for that matter. It seemed that none of his affairs had been handled, and the only thing that kept the police from classifying him as a missing person was a hastily scrawled note.

A message arrived for Aziraphale, written in the demon’s hand:

Lunier’s. 7 o’clock. Table Reserved.

When the angel arrived at the restaurant, for possibly the first time in history of their dinners, there was actually a table reserved. It was in the back with a large Juliette Balcony beside the table. Windows open, curtains pulled back, looking over the Thames.

Crowley was seated there, impeccably dressed, lounging in his seat, staring out the window.

Aziraphale was beyond impressed by the invitation and dressed in his best for the occasion. Seeing the demon again for the first time in awhile caused the tension to leech from his shoulders. It was curious to him, before he could have gone decades without seeing him, but as of late, a month with no sign had him on edge.

He settled into the seat across from him and breathed in the air through the window, taking in the view, "You really had me worried, you know." He did not look at the demon, embarrassed by his own words, "I was a bit afraid I'd never see you again."

Looking up as the angel arrived, Crowley smiled softly, taking in the clearly well-thought-out attire. He was glad to see it, he had actually gone and put effort into this dinner.

Before he can answer, the waiter appears, setting a bottle on the table, and a large plate filled with samples of various decadent deserts before the angel.

When they were gone, Crowley leaned forward, filling both their glasses with an aromatic white wine. “Sorry ‘bout that. It was a bit urgent, had to go across the channel. How have you been?”

Aziraphale blinked in surprise at the spread, a smile slowly growing on his face as he closed his eyes and breathed in the aroma, "Oh Crowley you really shouldn't have." He transferred one treat to the plate in front of him and looked up to meet Crowley’s eyes, decidedly less scandalized than he was the last time they met, "Perfectly well. Book collection is really starting to come along. I dare say I might open a shop soon." He chuckled softly.

Leaning back, the demon allowed himself to smile appreciatively as Aziraphale lit up at the meal. He really had gone out of his way, but it was more than worth it.

“A book shop? That’s a brilliant idea,” he commended, gesturing with his wine glass. “Though, if I’m not mistaken, would that not involve you actually selling books?”

Aziraphale stopped and fixed him with a look, "Well, I can scarcely open a library. That would be so much worse. Can you imagine, me letting whoever cart off my books and bring them back when they're finished with them?" He shook his head quickly, "If it’s a book shop I can manage where they go."

The corners of his mouth pulling down, lower lip stiff the demon wobbled is head in thought. “I suppose.” he finally agreed, face relaxing into a small smile.

“Sounds like you’ll need a lot more…sellable books to fill your shop,” Crowley mused. “Still, I think it’s a fine idea. Any idea what you’d call it?”

"Not sure yet. I'm still having a think over it." Aziraphale hummed and dug into his food, eyes closing like normal while he enjoys it, feelings the textures and savoring the flavors.

He stopped once he finished the bite and began, "Oh! Are you still painting?"

Sipping his wine, Crowley relaxed into his seat, enjoying the way the dying light hit the angel as he ate. A great deal of thought had been put into this dinner. The light shown through the window in such a way as to light Aziraphale in profile, without in any way shinning into his eyes. The time of day had been precisely chosen.

Raising his brows at the question, Crowley took a deep breath, taking a stalling sip of wine. “Welll, guess I haven’t really had time lately.” He shifted in his seat. “Perhaps I will. I guess.”

The smile he casts the demon's way was beautiful, the reds from the sun bringing out the pink in his cheeks, "Your last one was very good, the one you gave me. I've had it framed and all." He took a sip of his drink and folded his hands in his lap, "What have you been doing thats kept you busy?"

As it so happened, at that moment Crowley was committing this image to memory with the very specific intention of painting it. Of course, he had zero intention of the angel ever actually seeing said painting.

Crowley could not stop the smile at knowing Aziraphale appreciated his painting. It had been a struggling, attempting to find a subject outside of the angel himself. He had to have something to show for the work, but all of his works had been—quite obviously—Aziraphale. It had actually been their conversation on ducks that gave him the idea. A bit of a joke.

“Oh, you know,” He waved his hand vaguely, “Demonic things.” It was not quite a lie.

"Demonic things." Aziraphale repeated back to him, eyeing Crowley over a forkful of dessert. He took his time through his next bite, watching the demon for any tells in what he's actually been doing, "You could just say you don't want to tell me."

Sipping his wine, Crowley raised his eyebrows at the angel, as if to say ‘is there a question?’. He allowed himself to remain relaxed, enjoying the view—not even thinking about his trip to Rome.

Setting the glass down gently, the demon smiles at the angel. “I could,” he responded, “But where’s the fun in that?”

Aziraphale continued to stare him down but gave him a soft chuckle and shook his head, "I suppose telling the truth is no fun for a demon. But I have to say, I thought I meant more to you than that, my dear." His bottom lip ripened in an exaggerated point as he continued to dine.

At the angel’s comment about truth, Crowley scoffed softly to himself, taking another drink of wine. For some reason, Aziraphale had it in his head that the demon lied to him on a regular basis. Of course, he never had. This was the closest he had come, but really it was not a lie. More a roundabout partial truth intended to mislead.

The last few words, however, did sting a bit. “Think of it as me trying to protect your delicate sensibilities,” Crowley parried, raising a brow at the angel. It was a sort of challenge. Both implying that he did care about the angel, enough to attempt to protect him. As well suggesting he would tell if pushed, but it would most certainly be something that Aziraphale would disapprove of.

Both of these things, were in fact, true.

The angel's brows furrowed slowly, coming down to rest against the top of his eyes in a look that was decidedly morbidly curious and worried. He set his drink down on the table and leaned closer, fixing the demon with a long stare, "Oh Crowley, what have you done?"

That wasn’t supposed to happen. Crowley took another long slow sip of his wine, stalling for time. Aziraphale never took the bait like this—the demon had been counting on that. He truly prided himself on never lying to the angel. Now, he had backed himself into a corner.

“Weelll,” Crowley swirled the wine in his glass, staring down into the clear liquid, “Hmmm, well, first off, just know things did not go quite as I planned.” The demon shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Aziraphale's brows quirked a little at the demon's odd behavior, mulling over how nervous he suddenly seemed. He knew, normally, this little game of theirs would be drawn out, but due to recent events, he had a feeling he knew exactly who, when, where, and why Crowley's meddling had taken place.

All he had to do was pry out of him was the What.

"Didn't go as planned? So what was planned, then?" He drummed his fingers slightly on the table, anxious, "What did you do?"

There was no backing out, no weaseling his way around this. Likely the news would reach London soon enough, anyway. Crowley had hoped to enjoy the evening first. Have a perfect dinner before the angel put the pieces together and had a go at him.

“I just meant for a bit of a fright,” Crowley explained, shifting in his seat again, “Put him in his place. Put the fear of God into him, sort of speak.”

The royal had been frightened, of course. Very frightened. How was Crowley to know he had an undiagnosed heart condition? Honestly, how often were people actually frightened to death?

Aziraphale just stared at him, eyes wide as the pieces slowly fell into place in his mind. The fancy dinner, the cocky attitude, only meant to give him a fright, "You killed him. You killed that king, didn't you?"

Wincing, the demon bobbed his head from side to side, making a vague gesture with his hand. “Ehh, weeelll, technically his own body killed him,” he countered, “Lifestyle choices, if you will.”

Aziraphale stood from the table, hands down against the table as he stared at the demon, wide eyed with bewilderment, "Crowley, you didn't."

Eyebrows shooting up, Crowley leaned back, holding up his hands in surrender. “What?! I didn’t do anything , really.” The demon explained, attempting to sound reasonable. “Just showed him something frightening. Didn’t lay a hand on him! How was I supposed to know his heart would give out?”

"It was that king, wasn't it." It wasn't actually a question, because Aziraphale already knew. But something was off about the look that finally settled on his face. There was slight anger there, yes, but something else, something unreadable as a flurry of emotions mixed in his chest and knocked his heart and mind out of sync.

"Why were you even there?"

Wincing again, Crowley did not answer the first question—knowing full well that it was not, in fact a question. Instead, he waited, still leaned back and uncertain.

At Aziraphale’s next question, he lowered his hands, mouth working silently. This was a turn he had not been expecting either.

“Ah, well,” He stammered, mind scrambling, “You see, well, ehh, hmmm. Reasons?”

"Is it-" Aziraphale stopped himself short, eyes wide as he recalled everything that had happened during their previous get together. Crowley breaking his glass, the way he stormed off early. The puzzle was slowly completing itself in the angel's mind and his face flushed, "Was  it... because of what I had to do with him?"

Looking away, facing the window, Crowley shifted, making vaguely annoyed sounds as he gestured with his hand. This continued for a moment, with the demon not actually saying anything at all.

“Does it matter at this point? He’s dead, I’m a demon, what’s the problem?”

Aziraphale settled back into his seat, watching the demon with careful eyes as he processed the information before him.

"You don't kill without reason, Crowley. You're better than that."

Sighing, Crowley ran his fingers through is hair. As it happened, he did not kill at all. It was something he had managed to carefully dance around in his every order from Hell since the beginning of time. Of course, he would not tell the angel that. Aziraphale probably wouldn’t believe him if he did.

“As I said, I didn’t mean for him to die. “ Crowley argued once more. “I scare people for no real reason all the time.  “

“And none of them have ever dropped dead,” he muttered to himself.

"But why were you up there at all?" The angel’s expression morphing into something more curious, head tilted in the slightest, cutest way, "I went to Rome so you didn't have to. Why would you go behind me and visit the same man just after I had?"

Glancing at Aziraphale, then back out the window, he considered just throwing it out there. The angel was asking pointed questions—leading questions. He knew, or at least had an idea.

Crowley decided against this.

“I had some follow up business to take care of. Short notice.” It was not a lie.

Aziraphale stared at him, let the answer settle over him for a moment. If Crowley had admitted to jealousy over what had happened, things would change. The entire dynamic of their relationship with shift and honestly, Aziraphale's wasn't precisely sure he was ready to deal with the consequences.

Even though his chest ached at the thought that Crowley didn't really care about what had happened.

He returned to his meal, eating decidedly slower and letting the cover Crowley tossed settle over them, "Right. Of course. Well I do hope you managed whatever you were trying to accomplish."

Relief flavored with, just a hint, of disappointment flooded through the demon as Aziraphale let it go. Letting out a deep breath, he relaxes in his seat, returning to his wine.

Crowley spent so much time wishing the angel would see how he felt, and return those feelings. Yet, the idea of it being discovered, and Aziraphale being horrified was too much. This was a secret he would gladly take to the end of the world, if it meant keeping his angel by his side.

“Quite.” Crowley answered simply. “How’s the food?”