#and he does wake up to what he believes to be a fever dream

[izzystizzys]

clone wars au where fives survives because fox is a disaster and people care about him (derogatory)

aka he hasn‘t slept in 72 hours and while every corrie understands why, that doesn’t mean they have to like it. plus, he already has borderline braindamage from not getting more than five hours’ sleep a night the whole duration of the war, and all the strange injuries and electrostaff burns he keeps showing up with, stabby the clone medic reasons. also bone density is a concern with the half-rations the guard is consistently on, so really this is all a very reasonable emergency measure, he says and cuffs fox to a cot.

yes of course, meathook and rabid nod, who pounced on the commander and pinned him for stabby and his sedation hypo the second he came through the door. very reasonable.

hnngfnhfjfj, fox grunts in the corner, already halfway to insensate. thorn, who knows better than to protest lest he become the next target of stabby’s ire, nods along while switching to fox’s armour.

which is also how palpatine gets himself caught, because of course ‘cc-1010’ activates exactly nothing in thorn’s brain except maybe alarm bells for rancid kriffing vibes, and by the time the chancellor orders him to switch off his blaster’s stun setting and terminate the ‘faulty unit’ at all costs, he’s already recording the interaction and sending it as an attachment to the whole guard command staff as well as the jedi temple.

[verysium]

attractive things bllk characters (unintentionally) do?👀

i received this ask and decided to write this entire thing through a caffeine-powered fever dream. may have gone a little overboard. please pray for both your sanity and mine. thank you anon for your strong sense of imagination (or delusion, whichever you prefer.)

nagi lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, and you accidentally (or not so accidentally) get a good look at the droplets running down his abs and v-line. he also does the doorway lean while waiting for you to get ready. since he's so tall, he puts his one arm up on the top of the door frame while scrolling through his phone. when he feels drained of energy, he clings to you like a koala, face buried into the crook of your neck.

rin pushes his hair back when his bangs get in the way, and it shows off his ridiculously sharp side profile. sometimes you have to pause mid-conversation because the direct eye contact gets too intense. he has the brightest turquoise eyes in existence, and they stare right into your soul. pair that with the height difference and him towering over you. hang onto your ovaries because this man is about to snatch them. if isagi or sae are anywhere remotely close within your vicinity, he will personally drag your chair closer over to him. you know, the whole nick jonas chair pull thing? he also unintentionally clenches his jaw when pissed, the vein popping out and everything.

barou is polite to his elders. he holds the door open for others. he tips extra at restaurants. he is kind to service workers. he's just a gentleman overall even though he likes to act tough. he rolls up his sleeves while cleaning or cutting up vegetables, and you can see the veins bulging in his forearms. wears those form-fitting aprons where you can see the outline of his waist and the muscles in his back. he is not immune to raging pit bull moments, but he will calm down immediately when you ask him to.

kaiser requires physical touch to function. all concept of personal boundaries goes poof in his little ego-driven brain. he holds your chin so you look up at him while he's talking. also has that husky growl when he wakes up in the morning. he speaks german. what else is more attractive than that? if you stroke his ego, he will puff his chest out like an emperor penguin and flash that movie star smile. does not slow down his pace for you, and will laugh at your expense when you trip in heels and fall. but then he feels guilty about it and begrudgingly picks you up and carries you home. however, before that he will make you swear on everything holy to never tell isagi about his moment of weakness. (tbh kaiser is a menace and has some serious self-esteem issues. pls avoid dating a man like him in real life until he is fully mature. i still love him tho.)

reo mansplains but not in the condescending way. he does so in the "omg i'm so excited to finally get to share something with you and you're never going to believe it" sort of way. rambles on and on about his interests and gets that little glint in his eye when he's passionate about something. also not sure if this counts but he gets extremely depressed when you don't message him back within five minutes. what do you mean you were busy? he was out here dying from a literal famine. he needs your affection to survive. last but not least, he is good at styling. he knows what colors work best for you, and he will put together three new looks for you in record time.

hiori dreams that you left him for good and wakes up crying with his arms around you. will refuse to let you leave the bed even if it is just to get a glass of water. his rare moments of emotional vulnerability are what gets to you.

shidou does not condone any of your bad decisions. you want to get shit-faced and party until early morning? no complaints from him. you want to wear sexy outfits to the club? say less because he's about to enjoy the view and knock out the front teeth of every guy who dares to ogle you. i don't know if this qualifies as being attractive, but he would never be the controlling type. you can dress and act however you want. unfortunately for you though, this is also a textbook case of the blind leading the blind. if you get horrendously hungover, so does he. if you get pulled over, he's going to be too blackout drunk to even comprehend the officer's words. you can count on him for a good time, but not anything else. do not take any of his advice at face value.

oliver likes to show you off even if he doesn't notice it himself. any talk with his team, and he will find a way to make the entire conversation about you. at this point, the entire u-20 team is done with him. they placed bets that you two wouldn't last more than a month due to his philandering reputation, but the universe seems to think otherwise because you and oliver hit the six-month mark and are still going strong.

ness guards your drink with an unnecessary amount of protection. while you left to go use the restroom, he was looking left and right, and the hairs on the back of his neck were prickling every time someone even came close to your cup. he also shoos away any person who opens their mouth while standing next to your drink because apparently the condensation from their breath could be dangerous. definitely covers your cup with both hands even if it has a lid. no suspicious shit is happening on his watch.

yukimiya is well-read, and he wears glasses. he has a copy of every single classic out there in existence and will fangirl along with you over your virginia woolf collection. he was written by a woman with two cats and a wine glass. not much else to say.

loki absolutely clears the entire carnival/arcade game. you want that giant teddy bear that costs over three hundred ticket points? say less because he's about to win the whole damn pot. of all characters, i would say he's one of the only green flags. like celery green.

isagi always looks for you when he enters the room. intentionally or not, he always seeks your presence. if someone says a funny joke, he turns to you to see if you're laughing or not. also does that somewhat creepy stare thing where he just looks at you quietly while you do mundane tasks. internally he is screaming cus what do you mean you actually like him?

chigiri gives you that thankful little smile whenever you stand up for him. i feel like people don't understand how goofy he can get as he's canonically good at doing impressions/impersonations. also has the prettiest laugh. if he ever cuts his hair, i think i'm going to get a nosebleed.

noa unconsciously says yes to every question you ask of him. he'd be giving bastard münchen a hard time (and denying isagi's requests) but then immediately once you come over, he's automatically acquiescing to everything you say. the rest of the team is low-key shocked you can win him over so easily. when they confront him about it, he just shrugs and goes "y/n is always right."

kurona's entire existence is attractive. he's just perfect. nothing is ever wrong with him. will let you check out his shark teeth and lightly pokes your finger to leave an imprint. hopefully you'll always remember him that way. he's also quiet so he will listen to everything you say and give ample weight to your words.

sae is my baby girl so he gets a whole section dedicated to himself:

absentmindedly plays with your hair. when you're sleeping in his lap, he'll gently run his fingers along your scalp. sometimes in the morning when you're sitting up on the edge of your bed to do your makeup, he'll come up from behind you and brush back your hair. might also press a kiss to the back of your neck.

helps you put on your face mask. when he's shopping, he will buy you lotion along with his own skincare products. says that it was just a convenient store run but you know he personally made sure to get you the best quality ones.

this is canon because i said so: when he gets out of the shower, he slings the towel over his neck or his shoulder. he also involuntarily flexes his biceps when he bends down to grab something. has the world's most defined deltoids.

when you're stuck in large crowds at the airport, he puts his hand in your back pocket to keep you two from getting separated. if the TSA pat-down is anywhere too personal for his liking, he will openly glare at the officer once you've passed the security checkpoint.

bonus point: when you two brush your teeth early in the morning, he has that little bed head where his shorn-off bangs stick up in cute little tufts here and there. will have a dead look on his face, but his eyes soften when he catches your gaze through the mirror.

[edgeasaurus-art]

What several levels of exhaustion does to a mother fucker.

I was listening to the album grow again by Moe Reen while making this. specifically Why Deny (The Climate of Our Love).

You could admit it's all on fire And confess to loving me This world is surely ending soon, Our love is certainly something true So why deny the climate of our love?

Theres so much to say about them. The world is on the precipice of disaster and yet they found each other, the successors to the emperor and empress titans. Did the emperor and empress wonder what their successors would become? did they wonder about who their successors would be? did they hope that they would find the love they had? or did they think the story of the titans ended then?

When Fearne was alone with Nana Morri did she ever dream about the people she has around her now? about sharing a bed, with no other expectations other than waking up together?

When Ashton found themselves left behind after the nobodies left him, did he dream about a group of people who listened to what they said and respected their words? did they ever dream of someone wanting to be with them just because they liked being around him?

when they were at their loneliest, was the thought of each other a fever dream?

I still stand as a firm believer that both Ashton and Fearne have two hands, but watching them grow closer together has been amazing. And I hope their relationship continues to flourish, platonically or romantically.

[mikrokcsmos]

That That (I Like That)

synopsis; in which your boyfriend’s loud moans and groans wake you up from your sleep at 4 in the morning and you’re about ready to throw hands — and so is he, but for completely different reasons.

pairing; vlive!jungkook x girlfriend!reader

genre; twinge of angst, mainly fluff and humor, Weverse live au

rating; PG-13

warnings; the word damn (x2) and suggestive dialogue/themes, just boyfriend koo in all his glory tbh

w/c; 1,283

a/n; don’t mind the poor excuse of a banner I tried to make on my own. shout out to @sftk0o for the perfect icons 💕

You tried to ignore it, you really did; believing the first loud moan you heard was a part of the not so innocent dream you found yourself in that involved your boyfriend only moments ago. Eyelids closing as you relaxed your body once more, head snuggling back into your pillow to begin the descent back into said racy dreamland — only for it to be interrupted by a loud distanced slam, your body tensing in fear, heart racing.

“DAMN.” He grunted, no – moaned out loud, you picturing his face instantly – brows pinched in concentration and nose scrunched cutely, bottom lip sucked in between his teeth. Can almost hear the low whine in your head that he always does just as he finishes—

Hands immediately searched the bed next to you for a warmth that was non-existent, all that greeted you being the cold fabric of the sheets that have been pulled back for quite some time it seemed. Another loud slam, accompanied by the same noticeable whine following not even a second later has you pushing yourself out of the bed, but this time not in fear, no.

This time it was because of pure and unadulterated anger.

Running on pure adrenaline, head in a fog and mind racing with worst case scenarios to what you’re about to witness has your bare feet bringing you closer and closer to where the noise continues to resonate from — the kitchen.

Just as you’re about to turn the corner, you freeze, hand on wall, a drawn out ‘damn’ piercing your ears that has your eyes welling with bitter tears on the verge of falling. Nails digging into the white of the wall, you push off, utilizing the momentum to push you the rest of the way into the kitchen and in full view of the sight in front of you.

Your voice dies in your throat, before it reaches your mouth, and you remain silent.

Jungkook has his head face down into the edge of the table, fists clenched on either side as his arms flex from the action. Quietly, you edge forward towards his hunched over form, eyes scanning the room around you for any other human other than yourself, and your body sags in relief as you start to piece together the cause of the grunts, moans, and curses.

Food. Fucking food. You should’ve known.

The aroma fills your nostrils, causing your own mouth to salivate and you weren’t even hungry. The smell of freshly sautéd chicken, scallions, and melted cheese wafts in the air along with the nutty flavors of sesame oil from the large skillet that still sits on the burner of the stove built into the table, most of its contents long gone. A bowl of microwaveable white rice sits next to a clenched fist, the other one now raised in the air as if preparing to strike someone, a spoon nestled in the last remnants.

Jungkook, still high off his food induced fever, pushes himself up to immediately unleash the finger guns of a choreo you know all too well at this point, his hips thrusting in time to the tune you have no doubt is engrained in his brain at this point as well as yours.

Despite your best efforts to remain as quiet as possible, you not missing the way his phone is suspiciously propped up against a stack of cookbooks neither of you have bothered opening yet that lets you know he’s currently live on Weverse, a puff of laughter from your lips causes him to pause mid hip thrust, wide doe eyes landing on your amused figure.

“The food was that good, hm?”

A sheepish, guilty grin is all you get in reply, his feet moving him towards you. When he’s close enough, his head dips down to brush a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Did I wake you?” He quietly questions, brows furrowed in worry when he notices the red that is prominent along your eye line. “Did you have a bad dream? Were you crying?”

The questions are in rapid succession, and you have to place the palms of your hands against his lightly stubbled chin, pressing his cheeks together and making his lips pucker at you like a fish to get him to stop talking long enough for you to explain.

“Your wanton moans are what woke me up, made me think that there was—,” you trail off, voice barely a whisper. “—other activities taking place in here that didn’t involve eating food.”

The sharp intake of breath he does let’s you know he understands the hidden meaning behind your words, his hands coming up to pull yours off of his face, and bring your body flush against his. A frown is now prominent on his usually smiling lips.

“Baby, I hope you know I would never cheat on you. Especially not in our house, and in our kitchen. This—,” his large hands trail down your sides, leaving nothing but warmth in their wake. “—is all I’ll ever want or need. You are it for me, jagi.”

A heat makes it’s way up your neck and to your cheeks, his words warming your heart and the inner guilt that festers within you unraveling.

As you stare into his brown eyes, you see nothing but truth and love, nothing but future and promise.

“I know. Im sorry for even allowing the thought to cross my mind. It was stupid of me to think. Besides, I don’t think I have to worry about any person stealing you away from me.” Your fingers interlock behind his neck, arms hanging loosely around his neck. “Food on the other hand? Now that’s what I should be concerned of. That chicken had you making noises I only ever heard you make in the bedroom.”

His head drops into the crook of your neck as he lets out an embarrassed whine, warm breath and lips that brush against your collarbone making goosebumps erupt on your skin and you shiver. His arms circle your waist in a vice grip as his upper body relaxes against your shorter one.

“Sleepy, baby?”

“Mhm. ‘m tired.” He mumbles into your skin sleepily, voice laced with a newfound exhaustion due to his full and satiated belly.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

“Yep, just gotta turn the live off first.”

“Jeon Jungkook, you and your random late night lives will literally be the death of you.”

He reluctantly straightens up, arms leaving your body to stretch up into the air above his head as he lets out a loud yawn.

“No, they won’t, baby.”

“Need I remind you of the candle incident?”

Eyes squinting at you, tongue in cheek, he remains silent and you know you’ve won this round.

“I’ll be waiting in bed, don’t take too long, okay?”

You take a step back as he takes a step forward, lips chasing yours for a quick, yet equally as lingering kiss that makes your breath catch in your lungs. Noses touching, he whispers so only you can hear.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, and your foodgasms.”

You snicker and turn to make a fast getaway, his fingertips only having enough time to graze the swole of your ass as you skip away from him and disappear around the corner until you’re out of sight.

It only takes five minutes for his sock clad feet to slide into the entrance of your room, and two seconds for his body to land on yours as you erupt into a fit of laughter on your shared bed that turns into soft sighs, grunts and moans that you know is because of you this time.

[rickittys]

loved what u wrote for husband!ricky UGH i need to marry him </3 can u write smth about husband!gyuvin? i see him literally giving you heart eyes while you’re in the kitchen cleaning or making dinner and something about it makes him wanna give you a baby 😵‍💫😵‍💫 so he bends u over the counter n stuffs you full :P

n can i be 🪷 anon :3 love your work bae <33

hi anon!! im so glad u enjoyed it :3🤍 welcome and ofc!! mwah💋🪷

husband!gyuvin who watches u wake up every morning, teary eyed that he gets to have u as his, his wife, his forever every day. cups ur cheek when u stir awake and spends at least five minutes admiring ur face, giggling at the drool on your lips and crust on your eyes

husband!gyuvin who does the whole “Jesus, i can’t believe ur all mine” each morning. makes you smile and gently respond “yes gyuvin, im all yours” “like you’re mine until we’re wrinkly and old and have long lasting back pain” “um.. that’s right, gyuvin”

husband!gyuvin who becomes a bit more protective of u after u tie the knot. arm around ur waist in public, holding your hips, sneakily kissing you. you have to remind him not to get too touchy at times bc if ur not careful, he’ll be groping ur tits in the grocery store line

husband!gyuvin who mentally schedules daily or weekly showers of affection. shoulder massage at noon, oral overstimulation sesh at 3, hickey planting at 7:45. you could be showering together and he suddenly holds your face while murmuring words of affirmation or on a phone call biting back whines as he marks up ur thighs.

husband!gyuvin who’s had a terrible case of baby fever long since before your wedding. washing the dishes, folding laundry, doing skincare-literally anything and he’s bending you over at some point. if you’ve agreed to it, he’ll be folding you in half every night for weeks and putting in extra during ur fertility period

husband!gyuvin whose day dreams are filled with what ifs about the family you two could make. pls be warned- taking eumpappa to community parks and stopping to people watch gets gyuvin going in seconds. when you’re back home, he’ll be pounding round after round into you as you cry out his name. “did you see those twins playing on the slides? we could have that f-fuck our kids would be so cute. lemme give you baby, please angel?” he moans before flipping you onto your stomach and fucking you prone bone

[kitkat13001]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚒’𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗

>> modern!eren jaeger x reader

>> brief mentions of alcohol consumption and one of vomit (vague, non-descriptive)

it’s well past noon when eren gives even the slightest hint movement. the wrinkle of his nose (that, and the rise and fall of his chest with every breath) is the only indication he’s even alive. you don’t think he’s ever slept this deeply.

“so you’re awake,” you say quietly, small smile tugging at your lips. 

you look like a dream, leaning against the doorframe of eren’s room with that tiny smile, hair falling in your face and pajamas hanging just right on your frame.

eren just makes an unintelligible noise, somewhere between a grunt and a moan. 

you laugh softly to yourself as you pad into the room, setting down a glass of water and some ibuprofen on his nightstand. you take a seat on the edge of his bed, cool hands resting gently on his warm face, sweeping his bangs out of his eyes. 

it’s unreal. eren feels like he’s floating, still lost somewhere in the fever dream of the night before as he gazes up at you, lovestruck and dazed. if it was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up. 

your hands remain softly on his cheeks, gentle smile never fading. 

“how do you feel?” you murmur, smoothing your thumb across the curve of eren’s cheekbone. 

he keens into the touch, managing a small smile through hooded eyes. “better w’you here.”

“mm,” you chuckle, “that must’ve been some party.”

the party. oh shit. 

if it weren’t for the throbbing headache, eren would have bolted up out of bed. 

he winces as he raises his head, vision swimming in the dim room. 

you ease him back down, pout resting on your pretty lips. “relax.”

“fuck,” he breathes, squeezing his eyes shut as he scowls, the memories flooding back and dissolving the dreamy haze he’d been stuck in moments before. 

he opens one eye, studying your face for something he can’t name. “what…what do you remember?”

you click her tongue. “now, that’s a fun one.”

eren groans loudly, grabbing a pillow and throwing it over his face to shield his shame. 

“well, given that my memory is fully intact, since i wasn’t the one who was absolutely wasted last night, i believe there was a very…emotional phone call. to me. from you.”

eren is silent for a long moment, refusing to put the pillow down. his voice is muffled when he finally speaks. “so you heard all that, then?”

“yes, as a matter of fact, i did.”

“god, i am such an idiot,” he groans into the pillow again. your nimble fingers try to take the pillow from him, but he grips it stubbornly until you’re able to pry it away from him with a light sigh. you gaze down at him with soft doe eyes. “eren, honey, it’s nothing i didn’t already know.”

he stares at you incredulously for a moment, disbelief written all over his stupefied face. “you knew?”

“you’re not exactly subtle. besides, i think we both know we’ve been more than friends for a good, long while.”

“well, yeah,” eren whines, sounding like a child, “but i wanted to tell you properly ‘n ask you out and stuff.”

quietly, he adds, “you deserve better than some shitty drunken phone call.”

you laugh softly, fingers intertwining with eren’s larger ones. “while that is true,” you start, “i can think of a few ways for you to make it up to me,” you muse, teasing grin slowly overtaking your face. 

eren narrows his eyes at you, unable to stop the slight smirk tugging at his own lips. “oh? what did you have in mind?”

“mmm, how about dinner? does 8-ish work for you?”

eren brings your interlocked hands to his lips, warm against your cool skin. “that works perfectly for me.” 

he tugs you closer by the hands, his arms snaking around your waist to bury his face in your side. your hands thread through his soft hair, nails brushing his scalp gently. 

you giggle quietly. “i would’ve crawled in with you, but i was scared you’d throw up.”

“good call,” eren mumbles into your waist with a smile. “when i get up ‘n brush my teeth, ‘m gonna kiss the hell out of you.”

“i’d like that,” you sigh dreamily. 

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missing eren hours. i might write up the drunken phone call as a mini-prequel just for funsies <3 probably sleeping soon but if anyone has any ideas for stuff u might wanna see here feel free to drop an ask/message <3

[emmaloo21butwriting]

Fallen for Hook’s Girl

Peter Pan x Reader; Yandere Character | Hook x ((adopted)) Daughter Reader

Season Spoiler; Has to do nothing with anything in the show except characters, and Wendy being in a cage

Warnings; Yandere, Lying, Acting, Rum(reader does not drink it), Hook being ‘fatherly’, Hook drunk, Pan crying, Wendy, you don’t love Peter yet

italics are flashbacks

Other; Long ((for me lol)) and written out of a dumb spark of imagination that became this abomination, second part?? Maybe if it gets famous or I really want to continue, it’s kind of fever Dream ish. I POSTED THIS ON THE WRONG BLOG, I JUST NOTICED, I posted it like a week ago too. Also, this terrifies me, I don’t know if I should post it. To see original post go to emmaloo21

Hook ended up back on Neverland, with a young girl. Pan was always intrigued by her.

“Y/n, you’re going to be a little spy, and get us Pan’s heart,” Hook said, he was drunk, everyone was, except her, “Rum?”

“I’m alright, drink some water,” she said, “I’ll be in bed.”

“Goodnight, love,” He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her head.

He thought of her as a daughter, he always had. Milah was the reason she ever was able to stay with him. So she was their daughter, to him.

“Wake up,” Hook said, Y/n opened her eyes.

“Hmm?”

“You’re going to find camp, alright? The lost boys, when you do, you find Pan and sob and cry like I kicked you off the ship. Capture his heart, and you come back to me,” he smiled, “With his heart, you’ll get everything you want. You’ll get to be a princess.”

“That’s it? Simple..” she sat up.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Hook hugged her.

“I love you, papa,” she laughed, “now, I gotta go.”

Hook knew she was a good actor, she tricked anyone, that was something he adored about her.

•

Y/n found the camp, no one there, but logs and an unlit bonfire.

“Hello,” Pan appeared, “You’re Hook’s girl, yes?”

Y/n turned to face him, “Not anymore,” she grumbled, trying to ‘not cry.’

“What?” Pan was confused, he had seen there bond, inseparable, he believed her.

“He.. he..” she whimpered, tears now falling.

“Hey, it’s okay, follow me,” he said, she did, grabbing his hand.

“Oh.”

“I can let go, I just-“

“No, it’s okay,” it was so obvious he liked her.

He was vulnerable, she was curious as to why.

Felix and Pan sat together, Pan trying not to cry and crumble in front of his second. He was sure Wendy loved him, and then she shattered his heart and he locked her away in the cage. He cried as he told Felix, who was there to comfort. And that was merely an hour ago. Pam trying to heal his heartbreak.

He healed it by falling in love with her, so fast. She did not understand but it happened.

“This is my cabin, come in,” he brought her inside, she sat on the couch, still crying.

He was not going to let her leave, that was for sure. The door shut by itself.

“Do you want cocoa?” He questioned, it was cold in Neverland, being it was early in the morning.

“Please,” she whined, he brought her a mug, she took it with shaky hands.

“Let me get you a blanket, love,” Pan kissed her head, she smiled slightly, still crying.

He came back, wrapping it around her, holding her.

“Why’d Hook leave you?” He asked, she leaned into him.

“He..” she started sobbing again.

“It’s okay, it’s okay..” Pan said, “Don’t cry, please, it hurts me.”

He wiped her tears with his thumbs, she sighed.

[grandlinedreams]

I don’t know if you’ve done something like this before..but could maybe write about a time where reader took care of zoro and then one where he took care of you??

Thank you!!!

Absolutely I can do that for you!! Idk abt anyone else but the softness of taking care of someone when they're sick/hurt,,oof

[Heads up!: fluff, tiny bit of angst, Zoro being Zoro, mention of injuries, mention of being sick]

"Hold still."

Zoro tries to do as you ask, though the tickle of thread pulled through his skin makes him twitch, and he grunts when you swat at his upper arm. "What was that for?"

"I said hold still!"

"I'm trying, damn it!" Zoro huffs, brow furrowed as he does his best not to move any further. "Don't understand why you're the one doin' this anyways."

"Because Chopper is busy taking care of Luffy and Sanji," you explain, holding the black thread taut and snipping it. "And you were already injured, but you popped your stitches." You pause. "Would you rather I let you bleed to death?"

"Guess not."

You pause, raising an eyebrow. "You guess? That's not much of an answer, Zoro." Your expression softens. "Try not to get torn up too many times, okay? I worry about you."

"Don't have to," Zoro grumbles, then studies your handiwork of neat stitches rather the bleeding, ragged mess it'd been when he popped them. "Thanks, I guess."

"No problem." He listens to the click of the first aid kit, the shadow that falls over him as you stand. "Guess I owe you one."

"Not at all." You know he'll probably want to take a nap, and you prepare to take your leave before you glance at him. "We're crewmates, Zoro. We look out for each other."

"Yeah, fair point."

You watch as he leans back, mindful of the fold of his arms behind him as he closes his eyes. You wish you could do as he does, though you understand why he has the knack for sleeping anywhere.

Still, you smile. "Sleep well, Zoro."

ㅡ

You're burning up.

It'd been bad luck to get caught in a bout of nasty weather, the sudden switch from bright and sunny to cold and rainy coming with very little warning, even with Nami's skills.

You'd been busy making sure that the Sunny wasn't battered too badly by the swell of waves and fixing things that'd been shifted with the violent rocking to change clothes ㅡ and now you're paying for it.

Though Chopper had diagnosed it as nothing to be too worried about, Zoro still doesn't like the flush to your cheeks and heat that radiates from your forehead, your breathing strained and uneven.

So he takes it upon himself to keep an eye on you. If anyone asks, it's because his normal spots to nap have lost their appeal at the moment ㅡ but if the look Robin gives him is any indication, she at least knows there's more to it.

Zoro is far from a perfect caretaker, but he tries. He soaks a rag in cold water, squeezes it, then settles it on your forehead, hoping to bring your fever down. When it dries out, he repeats the process.

You drift in and out of fevered sleep, and he listens to the little mumbles ㅡ often of your crewmates, including him. He wonders what you're dreaming about that includes him ㅡ and if it's good.

He highly doubts that it's much in part to him, but he's still pleased when you finally wake enough to want food ㅡ and he goes to get it for you before you can protest.

"Don't need you gettin' everyone else sick," he tells you when he returns with a bowl of soup. (He hadn't even threatened to chuck it at Sanji, who'd been surprised at the lack of verbal barb from the swordsman.)

"What about you?"

He scoffs. "I don't get sick."

The look you give him says you're far from believing that, but you turn your attention to the soup instead. Managing to get at least half of it down, you let Zoro finish the rest of it. (Much as he hates that stupid cook, he does make good food.)

"Thank-you for looking after me." Zoro watches as you sink back down into the heavy mess of blankets, likes to think that there's a little more healthy color to your face.

"Yeah, yeah." He looks away. "It's like you said. We're crewmates, we gotta look out for each other." You stare at him, and he huffs. "Right?"

Your expression softens. "Right."

(You get better after another day or two. And when Zoro does actually catch what you had, you're the one who offers to take care of him.)

[kozumesphone]

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ TOO SWEET PT. 1 .ᐟ

⤷ leo valdez x fem!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . street racing au

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name | n/n: nickname

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 946

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 . . . y/n and leo are the queen and king of the shinjuku and shibuya street racing circles, respectively. they meet for the first time at the annual tokyo races to see who's better. (ft. best friend!percy fanboying over racer king!leo + an appearance by passenger princess!leo <3)

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . uhtgufshew tokyo + leo + street racing is such a fever dream for me,, and this one, I wrote bc of my love for leo and fast and furious (esp tokyo drift <3) and I totally based y/n's car off han's from td sue me I love him (: so, enjoy! i'll start working on part 2 soon (:

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

'the next station is . . . shinjuku.'

I was busy icing the bruises on my forearm from last night’s race when my best friend barged into the bathroom without knocking.

“HE’S COMING TODAY, N/N!” he screamed, and giggled like a school girl.

“I could’ve been naked, you know,” I muttered, shutting the first-aid box and shoving it into the cabinet under the sink. “who’s coming?”

“ignis-”

“percy, come on, not this again,” I groaned. “you’ve been fanboying about him for the past 48 hours, and I really just want to sleep. and besides, I really don’t see what the big deal about this guy is.”

“uh, hello? he’s the king of the shibuya street races!” percy exclaimed, following me as I walk out, and flop onto my bed. he stops at the foot of it.

“and the people have crowned me the queen of shinjuku’s. so what?” I asked.

‘ignis’, as the others call him, is someone called leo valdez. and apparently, he’s a pretty good racer.

“look,” I continued, interrupting percy before he started fanboying again, with hearts in his eyes or whatever. “if he’s that good, he can come and beat me at the annual tokyo races.” I declared.

“oh yeah, he probably will,” percy commented. I flung my pillow at his head, and smirked when I found I didn’t miss. “OW!”

“whatever. tell me more about him. what’s he like?”

it was almost as if I asked him to marry leo. and this time, he really did have hearts in his eyes, I fear.

“okay, so supposedly, he builds his own car, like you, and started racing at 17! isn’t that cool? I mean, you did too, but still. it’s cooler when he does it. anyway, he’s locally the undefeated champion of street racing, and oh my god, he drives a 1966 ford gt40, it’s so cool-”

“okayyy, i’ve heard enough. I guess it is going to be fun meeting him at the car meet for the races.” I smirked. “let’s battle it out on the roads, ignis.”

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

✮⋆˙ leo’s pov

'the next station is . . . shibuya.'

“jace, how much farther is the hotel?” I asked, knocking my legs onto the dashboard, and crossing them at my ankles. simultaneously, I pulled down my sunglasses.

“relax, passenger princess, just a few more minutes and we’ll be there.” he replied.

jason glanced at piper in the mirror and smiled.

I would never admit it, of course, but it was terrible being so good at one thing and horribly bad at another. honestly, who would ever believe that the king, ignis, had never been in an actual relationship? the one-night stands didn’t count, obviously. I’d never felt anything close to… love.

pondering my status of being single, I fell asleep in jason’s car.

“dude, bro, homie, my man, whatever, WAKE UP, WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE-”

“did you… did you carry me into bed, jason grace?” I opened one eye and grinned at him lazily.

“you were sound asleep, even worse than a log. I tried kicking you awake, but it didn’t work, so I had to pick you up, ufortunately.”

“aww, don’t sound so happy.”

“shut up. if you don’t get ready to get to the car meet, we don’t get a ticket to race for the entire next month,” he said.

“what- OH, I forgot about that. one ticket’s enough for all 23 races, right?”

“yeah, i’ll explain the details to you in the car, go get ready, dumbass.”

I grinned. “jason grace is cursing, the world is healing-” a pillow hit my face. “i’m going.”

timeskip

“okay, the serious ones you need to look out for are python, shooting star, and tsunami.”

“shooting star?” I choked on my water. “what-”

“weird name, huh?” a girl chuckled behind me, and I whipped around.

“oh no no no no, i’m sorry- are you shooting star? uh, shit, I apologi-”

“nah, but it was funny seeing you get so flustered, valdez.” she smirked.

“do we… know each other?” I asked, confused. her smirk widened.

“not yet, but real soon,” she said, her smirk never faltering and confidence never wavering. she turned and began walking away, and I stood there, mouth open.

“she’s pretty, but she’s also tsunami,” piper commented. oh.

“who said she’s pretty? I didn’t. did you? I don’t know,” I rambled. whatever. “she’s my competition. she’s just in the way of me and my golden trophy.”

“there’s no trophy, dumbass.” jason reminded me.

“a 700$ cash price is equivalent to a trophy, man,” I corrected him.

“ok, well, listen up. she’s called tsunami for a reason. she’s vicious, takes everyone by surprise at every race, and is the queen of shinjuku’s street racing. and most importantly? she’s never lost a single race.” piper explained. I took in every bit of that info, and filed into a part of my brain labelled ‘dangerous and pretty competition, stay away’.

“what’s her ride, then?” I asked, a little curious.

“1997 mazda rx-7 veilside fortune.”

“damn,” I whistled. before I could find out more about her, the announcer on the stage started talking.

“welcome, racers and audience! today is day 1 of the annual tokyo races! here’s a quick rundown about it, in case you haven’t a clue: starting today, there will be 23 races for 23 days, each race held in a special ward of tokyo. we start here, at shinjuku, and end the 23rd race at shibuya!”

everyone cheered and whistled at the mention of shinjuku and shibuya, the two hubs of tokyo’s street racing.

starting at tsunami’s turf, and ending in mine, huh? this was going to be fun.

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Second in Command

There are days—more and more, lately—when he forgets that home even exists. The fig trees, the goats, the view from the palace at the top of the hill, stone floors and a soft bed, the background noise of the slaves gossiping, the sound of Ctimene’s laughter. It feels as if all of that was not a different lifetime, but an ancient fever dream, something that never really existed at all.

What does cheese taste like? All he can think of is the underripe fruit they find on the shores of tiny inlets, and the fish they catch and share. There’s never enough of either. Not enough for 42, let alone the 600 who left Troy two years ago.

At least he thinks it was two years. Elpinor was the one counting, keeping track, diligently marking every time the sun rose. Maybe it’s just as well he died on Circe’s island. There were no dawns in the Underworld, no storms or meals to judge how much time was passing. Were they there one day, or twelve? The constant hunger, fitful sleep, and strange visions made it hard to tell.

He had looked for Elpinor, down there. Because his death had been so fresh, and so stupid. To survive the war, the cyclops, the storm, the sea god, the witch, only to fall from a roof? Where was the justice in that?

He should know better than to expect justice by now, in any form. Most of the time, he does. Justice is a useful tool in ruling an island or fighting a war, but when it comes to survival…

Anyway, he didn’t see Elpinor in the Underworld. He saw the face of the first man he killed in battle, staring unblinkingly up at him from the murky waters, as if judging him silently. Just as he’d done when he fell to the ground outside the walls of Troy, the light of life fading from his eyes as one hand weakly crept toward the spear in his throat.

He could have screamed into the waters, as some men had. Demanded to know what the dead wanted of him. It was a war. He hadn’t asked to go, but he had vowed not to bring shame to himself and his family once he got there. He had a beautiful bride waiting for him, and parents to make proud, and whatever these Trojans had done to incur the wrath of Menelaus, he was going to do his best to destroy them. He has no business feeling guilt over the death of one pathetic enemy soldier. By now he is responsible for the deaths of hundreds. None of the others followed their ship through the Underworld, judging him with dead eyes.

What did the others see? No one spoke of it. Nireus had cried silently but constantly until he fell at last into sleep, Theasides had screamed and thrashed around as though he were being attacked, and Odysseus himself had stood there with his lips moving silently in conversations no one else heard. But no one spoke of what they saw. Not then, and not in the weeks that have stretched into months since they returned to the realm of the living.

Are they living? These days hardly seem to count as life. Perhaps they are all dead already. But the men are still hungry, the blazing sun still burns their skin, they still wake and sleep. When there were more of them, a whole fleet trailing behind, there were jokes. He doesn’t often remember his life on Same, but he does remember the early days of the trip from Troy. High on victory and spoils, full of hope and excitement at the prospect of returning home. The shouting and laughter had been loud enough to travel over the waters, spreading from one ship to another, infecting the entire fleet with happiness.

Sometimes he thinks of Polites and wonders how much would have changed if he had lived. Probably the captain would have listened to his foolish trust and naivete one time too many, and they would be in the Underworld already. He’d like to believe that. Because if it’s not true, then Polites…no, he wasn’t right! He had loved Polites, too, but that man had never seen the world as it truly was. He’d never seen the danger and darkness all around them. He’d been great with a bow, but he’d had no common sense.

And yet…Odysseus had trusted Polites. Had he lived, the captain might have relied upon Polites to guard the wind bag. Perhaps Polites could have persuaded him to trust Eurylochus, too. They could have taken it in turns, ensuring that bag stayed closed, and the captain wouldn’t have nearly killed himself from lack of sleep.

Sharing that duty would have been the smart thing to do. Hadn’t he said as much to Odysseus? Hadn’t he offered to share the burden? But no, the captain had been stubborn, as he always was, trusting the wind bag to no one but himself, going without sleep until first his temper began to crack, then his focus began to wane, and finally until the waking hallucinations began.

Eurylochus is the second in command. He couldn’t just sit back and watch his captain, his friend, his brother destroy himself in such a way! And yes, maybe…yes, he had been hurt that Odysseus would not share the responsibility. Weren’t they brothers? Wasn’t he next in the line of command? Why wouldn’t Odysseus trust him to watch the bag while he slept? No man on board would have dared try to take it from him by force.

The captain didn’t trust him. That was what it came down to. Odysseus hadn’t trusted him. He had chosen to destroy himself rather than accept help from Eurylochus. That truth had burned a deep, angry hole inside him and at last he had lost his temper, tearing open the bag to prove to himself that there wasn’t really a storm inside. The captain’s stubbornness had convinced him that the gods were playing games, giving them an empty bag and laughing as they watched to see how long Odysseus would deprive himself of sleep to protect this bag of nothing. He’d wanted to prove that he was smarter than Odysseus, that failing to trust him had been a mistake.

Instead he’d proved the opposite, and the guilt of that has been a constant companion to him ever since. The deaths of those 552 men at the hands of the sea god—he carries just as much of the blame for that as the captain. Odysseus was the one who told the cyclops his true name and left him alive. But Eurylochus is the one who opened the bag that brought Poseidon to them.

What would Ctimene think of him, if she were to see him now? He can imagine how he looks: burnt, scarred, emaciated, filthy, shoulders rounded by years of guilt and weariness. If that didn’t stop her embracing him, the knowledge of all that he’s done surely would. He left home to bring her honor, and nothing he’s done since the war is worthy of honor. All he can do is continue to look out for the remaining men as best he can.

Not that it matters. He’s never going to see Ctimene again, if she ever truly existed at all. He will never taste another bite of soft goat cheese or watch the wind rippling through the leaves of the trees on his island. It is not that he’s resigned to his own death, though there are moments when he thinks he would find it a welcome relief. No, he will not go down without a fight, not as long as his men need him, not while he still has a job to do. There’s a chance, just a small one, that they will find a place that has food, shelter, relative safety. With full stomachs, a week of good sleep, and no one trying to kill them, it’s possible that the morale of the crew might improve. It could be that life will become worth living again.

But making it home? The only one who still believes that is Odysseus, and how he continues to do so is anyone’s guess. It’s impossible. Poseidon won’t allow it. Defying the gods seldom ends well for those foolish and bold enough to try. The captain’s luck has brought him this far, but it can’t last forever.

The only big question remaining is what will come next. Gods? Monsters? Death? Peace? Or simply day after day of slow starvation, watching what little hope remains in the faces of his friends fade into desperation and madness? He doesn’t like to think about that, so he focuses on smaller questions. Which way the wind is blowing. How much safe drinking water remains. Whether they will catch any fish, or if they seaweed they chew on will make them sick. How long he’ll be able to persuade his friends to exercise, practice combat, stay active.

Whether the growing rift between himself and Odysseus, which gets progressively harder to ignore, is from the guilt of the secret he carries, or perhaps the guilt that Odysseus himself carries. Has he done something to upset the cold, harsh man who he used to consider a friend? Or is his captain simply angry at him because he still lives, when Polites does not?

How much longer can this go on?

[komiloves]

౿  ׂ   ִ        ⁀   ˳ ⊹⠀- General HCs ! || Ijekiel Alpheus, Lucas x Reader ⁀   ⊹⠀ Note: New writing style, no one cheered 😔 I barely see any WMMAP x reader and I'm deprived of it right now. Time to put tumblr on use 😹😹

Ijekiel is the gentlemen every girl could dream of. That sounds much more cheesy than I thought it would be. Seriously though, his calm and soft face? His gentle yet can be teasing personality?? Whoa dude, it's 1 in the morning why is the sun so bright already? Wait, that's not the sun!

Imagine standing alone at the grand ball Obelia had held and then suddenly someone bumps to you and when you look up, it's the son of Duke Alpheus himself, apologizing and that singular apology escalated into a whole night chat. Since when did you get the main character syndrome?!

Ijekiel loves practicing ball dances with you. Gently holding you with his pair of warm hands while he teaches you how to coordinate your steps. He lightly teases you when you accidentally made a mistake such as stepping on his foot.

He loves doing your hobbies with you. Oh you like sleeping? He'll nap with you. Oh you like to chew on snacks? He'll bring you some. You like drawing? He'll watch you draw and compliment you even as simple as you drawing lines. You like to read? He'll bring you to the library and have a quiet pleasant date with you there. You like to gossip a lot? He'll listen to you the whole time with affirmative nods. You like to shop? He'll bring you to your favorite place and offer to carry your bags even if you insisted that you can do it yourself.

Ijekiel definitely introduce you to his family, even if you told him that he doesn't have to. The meeting felt like him proposing to you and asking his family for support.

Ijekiel would learn stuff for you. Oh you can't cook? Suddenly you're greeted by some delicious dishes on the table when you come over at his place. You fell asleep on your desk after doing some stuff overnight? When you wake up, you suddenly found some flowers with a letter on it tinted with his scent. He loves acting on assistant for you.

When he gets jealous, all he simply does is shoot the person you're paying attention to a passive aggressive smile before gently pulling you away from them, claiming that the two of you have some stuff to do.

Overall, a really sweet sweet sweet man. Ijekiel is a really gentle guy with you, he loves to show you that he adores you with his whole life.

Lucas is a massive asshole with you. This man would stubbornly stand on his point. What point you ask? His denial of being in love with you.

Lucas has been alone and so unattached of his feelings for hundreds of years and suddenly a simple person like you who he would definitely belittle of is making him feel things?

He would definitely deny his feelings at first. The butterflies? Probably just his stomach rumbling. His heart beating fast? Could be a sign of fever, aaand you name it. At the end, he couldn't help but succumb to it. Your smile is more than enough to light his days up and he secretly really loves it.

This man is the opposite of Ijekiel. He shows his worries to you with snarky yet light remarks. "Holy shit, you looked uglier than yesterday with those eye bags. Did you get enough sleep at all??" And then you two proceeded to banter like you usually do.

Believe it or not, Lucas is very needy when it comes to your attention. When he wants your attention, he will do stuff and then make it seem like he didn't do it on purpose (he sucks at it). Accidentally twisting and knotting his tie so that you could undo it for him and put it back on his collar, his earring fell off so you have to put it back on his ear, and more.

This man somehow knows what you like and what you dislike, even if you didn't directly tell him. He catches you staring extra longer at a stuff displayed on a shop? You'd find that thing in less than a week in your room.

He loves using you as an arm rest. No matter how tall you are, Lucas will somehow look taller than you just for the sake of teasing you and using you as his arm rest when he's standing up.

When he gets jealous, he will make it clear that he does NOT like the person you're paying attention to. Send them death stares, glares, unamused yet condescending looks that says "I'm way better than you" before finally dragging you away, with the sarcastic excuse of "Oh sorry, they're busy, do you mind???"

No matter how flustered he himself could be when faced with his own feelings, Lucas absolutely, definitely, truly loves flustering you. He just loooves the sight of you denying your embarrassed state when it's as clear as an open book.

Overall, Lucas is the type of person to be conflicted of his own feelings while secretly enjoying the butterflies you gave him.

[llondonfog]

Oh no please take care of yourself! Drink lots of water and rest! Hope your fever go away soon!

I have a little something (hopefully can cheer you up during your sickness). It was a short ficlet (which I am devastated to announce I have lost the link to 😭) from Lilia's POV on one of his rare sick days. He feels his brain all mushy and he very much intends to sleep the fever away like he always does, but he wakes up to tiny Silver putting a dripping wet towel on his face in his attempt to mimic what his father did to him when he was sick. Lilia is, of course, touched by the gesture, but he is also concerned that tiny Silver might catch the cold from him, yet he can't persuade tiny Silver to stay far from him. So he tells tiny Silver that Malleus is coming over and assigns tiny Silver the honor task of tidying their house to welcome the prince (Lilia lies, Malleus is busy to show up that day and he never minds the messy state of Lilia's abode anyway). But tiny Silver believes him and welcomes his papa's knightly order and he, along with his animal friends, sets out to make their home spotless!!! Lilia then drifts back to sleep, only wakes up when the fever has subsidized, just to find the tiny bunny plushie on his bed. That was the plushie he made to gift tiny Silver on the day he started sleeping separately from his papa, to "be his guard to protect him from bad dreams".

(Please if anyone has the link to this ficlet please please please share 😭 I need to read it again and again it's one of the cutest things ever)

WAHHHHHHH one of my greatest weaknesses is Silver being the caretaker for Lilia!!! This hardened warrior who has been guarded and alone for so many centuries of his life now being gently cared for by his little human son??? UGH.

(also the thought that Lilia has softened so much as to handmake a little stuffed animal that would serve to comfort his son!! the domestic vision of him clumsily sewing together a bunny plushie, nicking his fingers and the stitches crooked and uneven, only for Silver to exclaim so happily that he loves his new friend when Lilia presents it to him and hugs it close!! oh, it makes the stinging ache in his bandaged fingers all the more worth it, this strange warmth spreading out from his chest.)

Hopefully someone will see this and know what the fic was so that we can link it properly here 😭

[halloworhorecrux]

A concept, feel free to run with it anyone.

It's time travel with Draco Malfoy. 

He passes the arch of the Court Chambers where he has been sentenced to 3 years of Azkaban. No happy thoughts, only the regret and sadness of having to relieve his mistakes in technicolor within the drab walls of Azkaban. 

Anyways, he passes the arch, which has been destabilized because of the dark magic from Voldemort. He passes out and wakes up to his mother and father looking at him with worry.

It's July 31, 1991.

They fret and hover over him and argue over if they should continue to Diagon Alley for his school supplies. Draco is discombobulated and just smiles winningly because he can't remember how he was at that age but he is sure there was happiness surrounding this day ( there was he meet the love of his life, Harry) so he smiles and encourages them to continue with their day with the dopiest grin. Alright so maybe he has a slight concussion and cannot see straight (pun intended). So on they go apparating into the alley while Draco clings to his parents because he is slightly concussed and slightly because his parents are healthy and petting his hair. Sure this might all be a fever dream and he will wake in a cold, dreary island filled with dementors. He is a firm believer in delulu is the sululu so he will take this small amount of happiness that he can.

This time his parents refuse to allow him to go alone into any of the shops. They are worried about the slightly dazed look in their son's eyes. At the entrance to the robe shop, he berates them to let him stand on his own and not embarrass him. The two decide to wander the shop with a keen eye on their son. As before a ragged looking boy enters the shop without the notice of the two adults. Draco however has never been more excited. He didn't know it at the time but he knows he is Harry Potter. The biggest grin on his face he practically shouts " hullo, Hogwarts too?" 

Taken aback by this small pale boy, Harry thinks “oh great another weird person who knows his name”. Warily the thin boy steps up as he is instructed to by the matron. 

"Uh yea, Hogwarts too"

Nodding along, Draco speaks "I thought as much. I've been waiting for....that door to open.  You know because the nargles told me." He isn't sure why he lies but he decides he can't be blurting out things that might make him wake up. After all dreams start to shatter once you  start to think too hard. 

"uh what are nar..nargles you said?" young Potter asks.

"Oh well you know, those little pesky things that go bzzz in your brain, like uh huh yea they go bzzzz. Like bee's except they’re magical. “ He does a little motion to indicate a bee flying. 

“Yea magical bees. Wonder if that would make me allergic to them as well. I’m allergic to bees you see? Had to be flooed to St.Mungos once after I tried to eat one of mothers flowers. Of course, it was Uncle Sev’s fault entirely. He said they were edible. I just didn't get the right color. But how did I know that flowers of different colors can do different things? It was horrible, Mother made me read about flowers for weeks after that as punishment for messing up her garden." Rubbing along his lips remembering that incident he finishes his little rant " so I guess I could be allergic, she (Luna) did say they cause a type of reaction like a bee sting.." His words putter out as he realizes he just ranted at poor potter about bees. A flush rises to his cheeks. 

Harry is laughing softly at the now embarrassed boy. Not wanting to alienate his first potential friend he asked " Did you learn anything about flowers I mean. I haven’t read much about them but I do tend to our weeds and such for my aunt." Though the task sounds much better, he can feel the calluses his hands acquired from having to dig and pull without proper gloves.

"Oh, actually, yea, I learned about this weed called Venus tentactular that has vines that can kill you, but just show it a bit of sun, and it calms right down. I spent hours trying to make a lumos just so I could see it. Mother has never been more horrified, than when I tried to coax it out of the greenhouse. I think she wanted me to appreciate the pretty flowers, but what's a garden without a couple of weeds? Want to see?" 

Then promptly face palms  because he has just asked the savior if he wants to see a weed that can kill him. 

" Oh Merlin, not because I want to hurt you or anything. I’m very good at light charms or well mainly I can make fire with my mind. It's really just accidental magic but I mean I think it and boom it’s there in my hands. But not like a boom like a bomb just like a small night light but with fire. Not that I need a nightlight or anything, I’m not a baby anymore. And I couldn’t object to it as a baby anyway so that's really why I had it then. Of course. "

A boisterous laugh makes his ramble come to stop. Harry Potter is clutching his ribs as he cackles and giggles with mirth at the babbling boy next to him.

Face as red as a candy apple, Draco somehow is able to tell Potter to write to him. Though the conversation on Owling leaves Harry in more tears as Draco does an impersonation of an owl. Who sounds and all. Draco doesn't even try to understand Harry's explanation of a landline.

It's as what feels like a week goes by that Draco fears he may be in some type of coma because he has not returned to the chill of the North Sea.

Letters are passed, and it's Sep 1, 1990, when Draco begins to have worries of how exactly he is still in the past or whatever fever dream he is in. Sure, making friends with Harry Potter had been a dream for the first four years at Hogwarts, but now he is getting increasingly tense with the situation.

It's the sorting hat that tips the scales for his confirmation of where he is.

"Ah we meet again Mr. Malfoy."

"What"

In his first life, the hat had barely touched his head before sorting him.

"Playing games with level ten I see. It's good to see ambition such as yours learn new ways to thrive. Alas duty calls. Hufflepuff maybe, such daring could go to Gryffindor,but never well thought so Ravenclaw is not for you."

The horror of possibly being Hufflepuff is enough to have him cry out in disgust. Him a hufflepuff! He will find a way to burn the disgusting hat before it could say Puff"

" Ah well I suppose it’s good to have some creature comforts."

“Slytherin!” It bellowed out into the hall. 

Draco broods at the slytherin table after all he knows where everyone will go.Until the hall goes silent. He picks up his head only to find Harry Potter striding towards him with a smirk. 

Oh no! He has ruined everything. He thought this was a dream or a coma. The afterlife may have thought why he got to be happy was baffling. He’s a slytherin. Any random good fortune should be analyzed before moving forward. On the contrary maybe that is why most of his schemes against the golden trio did not work out so well. Now he  was with the speccy boy as a slytherin. "Merlin, I'm an idiot'

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Draco I was sure you were headed for Hufflepuff and I wasn't sure how I could get into that house with you. " 

"What of course you could get into Hufflepuff, I mean hardworking is a trait isn't it? And you do that, at your aunts with all the chores you talk about. Though academically you were a bit lazy. Loyalty is a pretty trait uh except does it count if you still disobey the people your loyal to cause i dont you like to do that very much, maybe your problem is authority figures ya know?"

Harry was busy looking at the professors to catch that Draco words were just a smidge suspicious. Regardless once he tunes back in the mumbles of the blonde he taps against the top of his temples. 

"Oy stop trying to sort me into another house. also you should watch your words, I think i'm rubbing off on you. What would your elocution tutor think of you using words like yaknow? "

Draco sighs deciding this is a future problem. or maybe he can run it by the savior himself. Obviously an 11 year old potter was able to take care of problems since he entered Hogwarts. 

It's seconds before their first potions class that he remembers Uncle likes to ask difficult questions that he pulls Harry aside and whispers.

Draught of death, Aconite and Stomach of a goat.

Harry, who has decided that Draco is really just a dumb blond with some kind of divine foresight, does not question him at all. 

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Fast forward throughout the year, Draco keeps trying to help but just ends up helpless until Harry saves him.

Then because there were no clues, Draco just straight up asked, if someone was going to steal something and if you touch their hand they probably disintegrate into what would you do?

Uh well you could try to steal the thing first so that they can't get to it but if you just stopped them by holding hands then why not just hold hands? Is this a hypothetical, because you can just ask to hold my hand if you're scared.

Draco dares Harry to hold Proffesor Quirrels hand and double dog dares him to hug the professor. 

Harry was a Gryffindor for a reason in his first life. The DADA teacher turning into dust in the middle of the corridor was not what anyone expected. Harry however is unphased, sure the black cloud was a good effect but it will take more than that to scare him Draco Malfoy. Draco has decided that Harry is insane. 

The duo is seen bickering because Draco refused to tell his best friend how he was able to make the black smoke appear and why he had his father fire the DADA teacher. Harry didn't hate Quirrel that much, though the smell didn't help.

[cognitosclowns]

I wanna fall asleep with these freaks 💓🥺

I am the eepiest sleepiest little guy of all time and this activated a Worm in my Brain so this is gonna get SO LONG AMSDNAMSND

sfw!! just snuggles and soft things

Reagan

Not extremely cuddly? She likes her personal space!

That doesn't mean she never wants cuddles, she's just gotta be in a particular Mood for it!

Most nights, she wants to be kinda,, gently curled into your arm?? just a loose grip around it w/ her own, cheek resting on your bicep.

She talks in her sleep, but it's very quiet. Usually it's just her going through her schedule for tmrw (does she?? dream of work in her sleep???), but occasionally, you'll hear her mumbling about how much she loves you <333

Yes, it's just as cute as it sounds. She has no memory of it in the morning, but if you bring it up, she'll get this flustered little Half-Smile alllll morning <3

She falls asleep so fast. if you wanna be cute w/ her while cozied in bed I'm so sorry, the second she feels Safe and Warm and Cozy in your vicinity she's passing out for 4-12 hours ✨✌🏻

It's alright, you know she needs her rest <3 besides, that just opens up options for you two to be soft and shmoopy in the morning

Brett

Unsurprisingly, the cuddliest guy of all time. He would be inside your ribcage if the opportunity was provided KJASDKASJD

He really likes?? laying on your chest and stomach?? he likes to be significantly further down. occasionally you'll just,, barely see his hair and the top of his forehead peaking out from the covers from how low he gets

it's just so comfy! he likes The Noises and Warmth and Vague Suffocation that comes w/ sleeping w/ his head under the covers, resting against your torso <3

He smiles so much in his sleep. you didn't think ppl did that outside of movies, but he totally does <3 usually only when he's having a particularly good dream.

OH ALSO HIS BED IS SO FUCKING COZY

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS MAN DOESN'T QUILT. HE HAS SO MANY BEAUTIFUL HAND-MADE QUILTS AND BLANKETS AND KNITTED SHIT IN HIS BED. I hope you like being cozy bc you're gonna be The Coziest Of All Time.

He also sleeps with stuffed animals! He always did as a child bc his treehouse was always cold as hell, and the habit just stayed with him!

they're so well-kept and soft all these years later <3 usually he just keeps them at the foot of the bed, bc it makes him feel safe to, but occasionally he'll bring a couple up for you two to snuggle <3 You Are Never Too Old To Snuggle A Stuffed Bear Don't Like To Yourself.

Andre

A Nightmare (affectionate)

not only is his sleep schedule Entirely Batshit, but he has so much trouble falling asleep. expect lots of tossing and turning

he does settle a lot thought when you hold him!! Don't hold too close, he still needs to squirm a lot to actually fall asleep

You're also the only person that he gets a full nights sleep with <3 he usually ends up waking up in the night, his mind starts working on smth, and he doesn't go back to sleep <3 but with you, it's almost instantaneous.

A little Jump, a bit of squirming to get into a comfortable position, and then off to seeb again <3 it's nice to see just how safe he feels around you <3

Expect plenty of early morning/late night convos <3 hell even middle of the night convos, where he hasn't realised that he fell asleep and instantly hops back into Whatever He Was

He also has such a habit of. Continuing Conversations From His Dream. like he'll just grab your arm and start talking about Yes I'm Sure If We Distilled It Enough We Could Make Whiskey Out Of Lighter Fluid Myc before passing out cold MASNFASMFJ

TLDR. squirmy silly man, but also enjoyable to seeb with.

Gigi

OUGHEEEEEEEEAWBABWBAGOURGHR <- experiencing wife fevers

SO COZY HOLY SHIT

I refuse to believe she doesn't have a Big Comfy Bed. Silk covers, big thick duvet, more pillows that she knows what to do with. The bed is 3 times the size of her so when you catch her snuggled up in bed she truly just looks like those photos of Very Small Puppies in Very Large Beds MNASDMASND

So cuddly <3 you wouldn't expect it, since she makes a point of being seen as very Untouchable and Independent, but she loves to be held.

Her ideal state is nuzzled under your chin, feeling your pulse through your neck <333 a leg hooked around yours to make sure you're nice and close.

She takes a while to fall asleep, so she likes to go to bed early! Feel free to join her at any time, she'll just be dozing <3

If you do join her when she goes to bed, expect some,, very soft, lovey-dovey moments. she looks utterly adorable, all bundled up in her cozy little slightly-too-poofy nightgown and eye mask.

She Deserves 1000000 Cheek Smooches Or Else You Shall Die Of Love Disease <- her favourite part of the night. she will start giggling the moment she feels your lips on her cheeks and neck.

kisses her 1000. she's the most

Myc

HE OWNS A WATERBED I KNOW THIS FUCKING MAN OWNS A WATERBED

A FREEFLOW WATERBED TOO. NO SUPPORT IT FEELS LIKE YOU'RE FLOATING.

It's actually pretty comfortable after you get used to it. you see the appeal, it's kinda got that Sensory Deprivation Tank feeling of weightless floating <3

Expect to be utterly Mummified in tentacles AKSDJASKJ

He insists that it's so that you don't go tossing and turning in your sleep and knock his ass off the bed but. You See Through His Lies You Understand. You See The Jackassery At Play Here.

OUGHEEE he has such a habit of like. swirling his tentacles gently around your skin. Not necessarily stroking back and forth, moreso massaging? if you have any knots in your back, thighs, or arms, they're gonna be gone by morning.

Fairly quiet? That doesn't mean silent though, he absolutely talks while you two drift off to sleep, but it's all in very quiet tones. A Little Shit, But Lovingly. (you may. gently have to bop him on the head and tell him to Shut The Hell Up Its 3 Am Goddamn Not Everyone's Job Is Just Sitting Around Getting Jacked Off MANSDMASNDMANSDMN)

Glenn

He snores like a foghorn I'm so sorry. the old man of all time

If you can look past that though, he's so fucking delightful to sleep with <33 most especially bc he loves when you lay on him

he says smth about how it Helps Unfuck His Back, but you're at least 45% sure that that isn't the main reason

(and you're right, it isn't <3 he just loves feeling your weight on him)

He loves just,, leaving a hand against your back, running up and down as you settle in to sleep <33 before leaving it to rest on the small of your back <33 love is so real and true.

his tail wags in his sleep

HIS TAIL WAGS IN HIS SLEEP

HIS TAIL WAGS IN HIS SLEEP

You'll see this most when he's sleeping on his stomach, bc when he's on his back his tail can't move, and on his side Everything Hurts At All Times KAJDKASJ

You'll see it squirm around the most when you're touching him <3 if you run your hands through his hair, or trace patterns on his back that things gonna be WHIPPING like a wheatstalk in a hurricane.

^ this also applies to. early morning and late night cuddles. in the morning its more of a,, slow waggle? like you'll just see it gently twitching under the bed, while you place kisses on his cheek BAWBBABWBABW <- if I talk about his tail any more we'll never be done

just the guy of all time <3 go sleep with that old man go do it go do it now go go go go g

JR

Let Him Sleep On The Booba

Truly he sleeps best with his face buried in your chest. what can he say, it's cozy as hell.

his ideal state is being Unconscious. A Coma. Laying horizontally being fed nutrients through a tube. He will nap on you at any possible moment

It's one of the time's he feels Truly Safe? Like he's constantly having to run around doing what the Shadow Board wants, doing what Rand wants, etc. Sometimes You Just Need A Little Nap With Your Partner To Be Okay Again

He IS freezing cold I refuse to believe otherwise. he runs Ice Cold and it takes him 15 minutes to warm up. feels a bit like cuddling a corpse until your body heat brings him back to Human Levels Of Warmth.

The things we do for love smh MNSFGKFAJSFGKSDJ

stupid rich expensive bed. imported silk sheets. mathematically optimised mattress designed in a lab to give him The Best Sleep Possible. he's rich enough to buy several countries, he might as well put it to use.

Alpha-Beta

OUGHEEEEEEEEAWBABWBAGOURGHR <- experiencing wife fevers part 2

He's such a heavy sleeper MY GOD. If you couldn't hear his internal systems whirring and clicking you'd think he was dead KJDSAKFJASDKFJDSA

It isn't really his fault - his 'sleep cycle' likes to be done in one solid stretch, to avoid file corruption, which means. His body just,, won't wake him up unless it senses Active Danger to himself or you.

It's fine! He'll wake up if the house is on fire. Probably.

'aww you're such an old man <3' <- he's going to push you into a woodchipper AKSGJSAKDJFKSDFGJ

He's so warm and cozy <3

Upside, personal heater during the winter. Downside, summer is hell for both of you (Upside, he sleeps mostly naked in summer to avoid Dying of Death Disease)

Hold him <3 hold him he won't ask but he loves being held, even more than he loves holding you (which is. Saying Something). The second he feels your arms wrap around him, maybe one of your hands gently fussing with his hair? Out like a light <3 its sweet, all those unspoken ways that shows how much he loves you <3

ABWBABWBAB I swear I did an ask like this before but. I don't care this was so cute. If you have any additions, go nuts!

[delphiealmond]

A Fallen Apple From The Apple Tree

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Pairing ➸ Lucifer Morningstar x Alastor

Synopsis ➸ Lucifer Morningstar believed that Heaven was a sanctuary, the best place for a soul to be in. Growing up with his brothers was the easy part, until God summoned him and his older brother Michael to guard over the portal between realms. Slowly, Lucifer begins to see how frightful Heaven really was. Sought out to defend the sinners of Hell, tragedy strikes among the Archangels. But a familiar face makes Lucifer think that maybe defending his opinion wasn't the worst idea he could've had. Does this familiar face bring him peace? Or does Lucifer end up getting stuck in another twisting cycle of lies and betrayals?

Warnings ➸ None for this chapter

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Chapter Six : Twelve Years Later (4.0k)

The soft blankets offered nothing but pure comfort. The warmth of the pillow under his head made sleep like a welcoming dream that he didn’t want to wake from. The sounds outside the window, gentle and soft, a silent lull in the room. 

He dreamed. Big and beautiful dreams that could only happen through sleep. Things that could be created, could be named. Plants that grew tall and strong. Greenery etched into the crevices of each corner. A beautiful gold creature, feathers as soft as silk. Eyes that looked around the green world with curiosity, wonder and hope. Wings that spanned larger than a bed frame. A creature so beautiful, yet so far from his touch. 

In dreams, his magic held no limit. No one told him how to use it. No one can stop him from creating the most spectacular and beautiful beings. Things he only wished he could create for Earth. Things he only wished he could touch. 

Earth was beautiful, magnificent. Yet, so far from his reach. A fever dream that he wished he could live. But only has ever seen it in his dreams. Dreams hold his power. Dreams hold his magic. Dreams hold his hope. 

“Lucifer,” 

He was shaken awake, a loud groan coming from him as he pulled the blanket over his face. The day's light broke through the curtains Michael had pulled wide open, pulling Lucifer away from the one thing he wished could come true. 

“Come on, we gotta go.” Michael complained, pulling the blanket away from Lucifer’s head. “Father’s not gonna be happy with us if we’re late.” He said, heading around the bed as he pulled open the drawer. 

“Don’t go through my clothes,” Lucifer muttered, sitting up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he looked over at his older brother. He was already dressed, his hair pushed back, styled as if he had an important business meeting to attend. 

Lucifer couldn't help but chuckle. 

“You look stupid.” He commented. 

“What?” Michael turned to him, a small frown on face. “Look at yourself, sleeping beauty.” He teased, throwing a set of white, blue and gold clothes onto the bed. “Get up, we gotta leave in 10.” He said, before leaving his bedroom. 

Yawning, Lucifer stretched from his bed. He reorganized his plush collection of ducks as he pulled himself out of bed. He slicked his own hair back, getting dressed in the outfit Michael had picked for him. 

He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. He looked very well dressed for a day that was so important to Heaven. 

Heading down the hallway, towards the kitchen, he could hear all of his brothers chatting, arguing, laughing about what to have for a quick breakfast. Their father, already left to meet the elder angels. 

“Luci,” Gabriel stood from his spot as he grabbed his hand. “What should we have? I mean, Uri wants cereal, but that’s so boring and basic.” He complained. Lucifer couldn’t help but laugh, following his younger brother. 

Each of them had grown, no longer little kids. No longer babies, but to Lucifer each one of them, aside from Michael, will always be his baby brothers. 

“It’s not boring to want Cereal.” Uriel frowned, leaning against the table. “Besides, father says it’s the most important meal of the day.” 

“Not for cereal,” Joel added. “Why not bacon??”

“We don’t have time for bacon.” Michael said, tossing a few granola bars, rice crispy squares and cookies onto the table. “We’ll have this, and by intermission we’ll get some real food.”

“Cookies!!” Raphael was quick to reach over, grabbing a handful of cookies for his own breakfast. 

“Really, Michael..?” Lucifer pondered, watching as the oldest just rolled his eyes. 

“We really don’t have time.”

“Just because you waited for me?” Lucifer placed a hand on his chest. “I’m touched.”

“Not just because of you,” Gabriel laughed. “Joel took a while to get out of bed too.”

“C’mon, don’t tell him that..” Joel frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Come on, grab something and let’s go.” Michael gently clapped, hoping to move the boys along. Among the six of them, they gathered the food he placed on the table and headed towards the front door. Getting shoes on, making sure their outfits are fit for the day, or maybe even checking their wings. 

Before they knew it, they were heading down to the courts. Winners greeted them on the streets, smiling and waving at them as they, too, headed down to the courts. Heavenborns flew above them, gathering supplies for the big day. Banners, flowers, lights. Yet they were small, their hands could hold plenty. 

Yet the angel army, the exterminators, stood guard over the courts. Masks on and angelic weapons wielded, Lucifer didn’t quite know why they had to be stationed at all. It wasn’t like Hell was going to ruin such a day. They wouldn’t even make it past the pearl gates in the first place. 

The main hall was huge. Bright golds and blue lined the walls in art. A purple mosaic display on the ceiling that portrayed the importance of the day. Winners were dressed in their best apparel, while Heavenborns finished up the last decorating touches. It was a beautiful place, full of love, life and magic. 

“There are the boys!!” St. Peter landed in front of them, greeting all six. “You are just in time to be seated!!” He clapped. “Come along, come along.”

“St. Peter, are you going to be here for today?” Joel asked, throwing his hands in his pockets as the group of them followed the angel. 

“Only for a little bit and then I have to return to the gates,” Peter looked at him. “But I’ll be here for the best part.” He pulled open a door that rested on the right side of the main hall. “Up you go!” He smiled. 

As the brothers headed up the steps, going to their seats in the courtroom, Lucifer hesitated. He glanced at St. Peter, who waved at each brother as they left. But a question lingered in his mind. 

“St. Peter?” He put his hands in front of him, lingering behind the rest of them. 

“Lucifer?” Peter looked at him, a bright smile on his face. Almost, a little too unreal. 

“Why do we have the angelic army stationed today…? Are we expecting something..?”

“Oh..!” St. Peter glanced past Lucifer. He watched winners walk around, finding their way through the building. “Um, we’re not expecting anything, but it’s a big day so we have to keep this building safe!” 

Lucifer frowned, but gave a small nod. 

“Be careful on your duties today,” Lucifer then smiled, bowing his head to the elder angel. Peter thanked him, bowed his head back and closed the door behind him. Lucifer looked up the stairs, seeing Michael standing there. His arms were crossed over his chest, an eyebrow raised as he gestured. 

“Come on,”

“Sorry, sorry.” Lucifer smiled, heading up the steps. Approaching the private box, fit for the six brothers, Lucifer peered over the edge. 

The room was flooded with winners, angels, Heavenborns and more. The golden benches filled the courtroom, the white walls draped in soft blue and purple tapestries; the colours of the Seraphims. In the bleachers, the elder angels sat together, talking amongst each other, and sat above them, his own private box that overlooked the entire courtroom, their father sat next to Sera. Watching carefully as the room bloomed to life with the pure happiness and joy of the day. 

“Wow…” Lucifer muttered. Michael joined at his side, leaning against the railing of the private box. He looked out at all of the souls. 

“This isn’t even a quarter of them, Luci.” Michael spoke. “But they came here today to watch the ceremony. And some are even watching from home, on the TV.” He explained. 

“It’s crazy to think that millions of souls are gonna be watching right now.” Lucifer spoke, sticking his hand out to feel the warmth of the sun that broke through the windows. 

“Yep,” Michael gently nudged him. “Are you ready for your part?” 

“Are you really asking me that?” Lucifer smiled at him, pulling out a little toy duck from his pocket. It was small, cute. It had soft blue eyes and purple-grey hair. A four point flower sat against its chest, a soft purple. 

“It looks just like her..” Michael muttered. “You’re getting really good at that.” 

Lucifer smiled, shrugging his shoulders as he placed the little duck back into his pocket. 

“It’s just a talent,” He smiled. 

“Keep it up,” Michael patted his back. “Maybe one day father will let you create something for Earth.” He said, before heading over to his seat. 

Lucifer’s blue eyes widened with hope. He would do anything to have the chance to create anything for Earth. Whether it be a sea-creature, a plant, or a land mammal. He wanted to do so much for Earth, he had such dreams for Earth and just maybe one day he could show the world his ideas. 

Trumpets began to bellow, as Lucifer rushed back over to his seat. He patted down his shirt as he sat down between Michael and Gabriel, excitement blooming off of him. 

The melody was loud, but beautiful. Reminded Lucifer of the hope the Seraphims bring to Heaven. Souls all around clapped and cheered, echoing through the courtroom. It was nearly magical. 

God stood from his spot, raising his hands as the crowd began to silence. The trumpets finished their song, as silence lingered in the air. 

“Good morning and Happy Furtherance Day!” He spoke, his voice booming and dancing against the walls. The crowd clapped, showing gratitude for such a day. 

“Heaven was created to welcome souls who had done good. For souls who practiced forgiveness and freedom. Since the day Heaven was created, souls have been welcomed at the pearl gates with open arms and a warm home. But what is Heaven, without its people? The people who have helped me carve a path through the darkness, helped me bring life to Earth.” God began, his arms wide open as he spoke. 

Lucifer watched in awe, listening to his fathers words. 

“For some, Heaven was your birthplace. Your home. For others, Heaven is a welcoming embrace. A warm hug that brings you to a beautiful place that you wished and prayed upon. Though some had doubted its existence, we still welcomed you with a smile. If you're in Heaven, you were the purest of souls on Earth.” God continued. 

The elder angels nodded, agreeing to God’s words, while winners sat on the gold benches, nodding and cheering along to their preacher. 

“And today is a day unlike no other!” God placed a hand over his chest. “Furtherance Day happens once every twenty thousand years. We’ve welcomed new souls to Heaven every day, and today we welcome a new soul to our Hierarchy!” The crowd clapped, cheering along. 

Lucifer couldn’t help but join in. He smiled, clapping along with the crowd as his brothers joined in. It was a day of celebration, a day not to be forgotten. 

“For years, we’ve had only one Seraphim.” God spoke, raising a hand as the crowd began to silence. “Sera has welcomed over thousands of souls into Heaven with the help of St. Peter. She has helped the court rulings, and played a most important part in my son's lives.” He gestured over to the brother’s private box. 

Immediately, the brothers stood, bowing their heads to God and their Aunt Sera. 

“Without her, I’m not sure what I would do. Sera, you have played such an important role to Heaven,” He turned to her, gently taking one of her hands. “I thank you for being a part of this hierarchy. And I welcome you to take the stand.” 

Sera smiled at him as she stood from her seat. 

“Thank you, Sir.” She turned his attention to the crowd. To the brothers. “There have been times in the entire existence of Heaven where things just might not go the way it’s planned. But, as God would say, every soul has a fault, and it’s only brought to Heaven after forgiveness. I have spent my entire existence, as the High Seraphim of Heaven, to welcome new souls, help those become accustomed to the new life lived up here in the clouds. I have watched all six Archangels grow from babies, to strong, handsome men.” She looked over to their private box and couldn’t help but smile. 

“I have made some wrongs, that is true.” SHe looked out at the crowd. “But without God by my side, I would not have been able to overcome them. As today's celebration begins, I want each of you to remember who you are. Where you came from. Remember what brought you to Heaven, as we welcome a new angel to our stands.” She said, placing her hands over her heart. 

“I wish upon each soul, in all of Heaven, to celebrate this momentous day. Happiness and joy, and a light show later this evening. Bond with each other, and reminisce how beautiful a day it was the day you arrived.” She took a long deep breath, a smile on her face. 

“As Furtherance Day continues, I hope you welcome this new angel to our hierarchy with warm, open hearts.” The crowd clapped, cheered and even stood from their seats. 

Lucifer smiled, watching how the souls reached to her words. One day, they might just do the same for him. A beautiful sight, and a beautiful sound that rang in his ears as Sera and God sat back down, beginning to discuss with each other the next steps of the day. 

“Is it gonna last the full day…?” Uriel asked, leaning over to Gabriel. Gabriel laughed, gently nudging his elbow into the brunette’s side. 

“It’s Furtherance Day, of course it’s gonna last the full day.”

“For one angel?” Uriel asked, a small frown on his face. “I have other stuff to do…”

“Like what?” Michael asked, leaning back as he spotted the two chatting. 

“Um, practicing my magic..?” Raph and Joel have to as well, right?” Uriel turned to his brothers. 

Raphael sat there, a granola bar in his hand as he munched away on the snack. Joel on the other hand, was peering down at the crowd from the private box. Winners got up from their seats as they talked about the excitement that lingered in the air. 

“Well that doesn’t help…” Uriel muttered. 

Michael laughed. 

“Relax, it only goes until nightfall.” 

“How do you know?” Lucifer asked, looking at his older brother. Michael raised an eyebrow. 

“You didn’t read the book, did you…?” He asked. Lucifer pouted his lips, thinking for a moment before a smile crept up on his face. He shamelessly shook his head, sinking in his seat. 

“I didn’t have time to…” He muttered. 

Michael sighed with a smile on his face. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” He gently punched Lucifer’s arm. “What am I gonna do with all of you?” He looked at the brothers, who now were off in their own little world as the courts came to a break. 

Lucifer chuckled, standing from his spot. 

“I’ll be back.”

“Before the ceremony continues, please?” Michael said, holding out a hand. Lucifer gently took it, squeezing it. 

“Before it continues, promise.” He winked at him, before he left, his hand slipping away from Michael’s as he left the private box. 

“How come he gets to leave and we have to stay here?” Gabriel frowned. 

“Come on,” Michael messed up his hair. “Don’t be like that.” 

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Standing in the main hall, Lucifer couldn’t believe how many souls were wandering around. Chatting with each other, blooming with excitement of the day. There were whispers as he wandered, souls wondering who the next angel was. If they knew them personally. Some even stopped Lucifer and asked him if he was next in line. Sadly, he was far from it. He accepted that fate when he was almost ten years old. 

Lucifer wasn’t going to stand in one of those elder angel’s stands. He wasn’t going to wistfully grant new angels access to the hierarchy. He was second in line to his father, but before that there was a long list of angels who stood before him. 

Michael pushing his dreams forward always put a smile on his face though. Ever since he was a young boy. Yes, Michael had grown up since they were boys, but he was still able to make Lucifer smile. 

Wandering through the crowds of souls, Lucifer found the back door to the elder angel’s private boxes. He knew he shouldn’t sneak in, but he was after one soul and one soul only. Stealing glances around him, he pulled the door open and snuck in. three sets of stairs leading upwards forced him still. Two led right to the Elder Angel's private boxes. The other led to his father’s and Sera’s. Yet, he couldn’t see the soul he was searching for. 

A small frown appeared on his face as he spun around, pulling the door open to be met with gentle blue eyes. She stood shorter than him, but her smile beamed with joy when she saw him. Her hair was done up in a braid, so as to not get in the way of her wings for the ceremony. 

“Lucifer!” She cheered, before throwing her arms around him in a big hug. He laughed, hugging her back. 

“Emily,” 

“What are you doing here?” She grabbed his arms, peering past him. The Elder Angel’s hadn’t noticed him which was a relief. 

“I didn’t want to wait until after the ceremony to see you.” Lucifer smiled. Emily beamed bright, as bright as him. Perhaps that’s why the two of them got along so well. 

“You didn’t have to sneak in here…” She said, tilting her head to the side. 

“It’s fine, I’ve always wanted to see what it looks like in there anyways.” he stepped out of the way, the door closing behind him. “Are you ready?”

“I’m nervous…” She admitted, rubbing her arm. “What if… things don’t go as smoothly as we hoped? What if I’m not a good Seraphim..?”

“Come on,” Lucifer nudged her. “You were born for this. You’ve got this in the bag, and no one can say otherwise.” He gently grabbed onto her hand. “Trust me, Emily. You’re going to be the best Seraphim this generation of souls has ever seen.” 

Emily smiled sheepishly to his compliment. She didn’t hesitate to pull him into another hug, patting his back. 

“I’m glad to see you,” She muttered. 

“I’m glad to be here,” He hugged her back, taking in the moment. She was as old as his second youngest brother, but even then, he found a special bond with her. They were both creators. They wanted to show the world beautiful things, and that’s just something the two could bond on. 

“Oh,” He let go of her, pulling out the little duck he had hiding away in his pocket. “I made this for you..” He held it out to her, and Emily squeaked. 

“Luci!!” She carefully took it from him, her hands delicate with the precious being. “It’s adorable!!”

“Wait,” he held up a hand, before using his angelic magic. It swirled like fairy dust in his hands, blanketing the duck in gold glitter. A few seconds passed and it peeped, looking up at her with its soft blue eyes. 

“Oh my stars…” She muttered. “Lucifer, this is fantastic..” She looked up at him. “And you made this?” 

“I did.” He stood tall, jutting his chest out proudly. “For you, for today. Since it’s a very special day, I wanted to gift you something that you will remember me by.”

“It’s beautiful.” Emily smiled, gently patting the back of the duck. It peeped up at her, tilting its head to the side. 

“It’ll only have life for five minutes, every ten minutes. But you can activate it by gently booping its beak.” 

“You are amazing,” Emily hugged Lucifer with one arm, before planting a small kiss on his cheek. “Thank you so much.” 

“Of course.” He bowed to her, his wings unfolding in a bright white and blue display. Emily giggled, holding the little duck to her chest. He smiled at her, his wings folding in as the trumpets blew once more. 

“Oh, that’s our que.” Emily hummed, yet a small pout lingered on her face. “I’ll see you after, right?”

“Definitely!” He spoke. “Good luck, Em.” he winked at her, before he rushed off, heading back to the door that led to his brother’s private box. Yet, left standing there, Emily peered down at the little duck in her hands. It peeped, it’s little tail wiggling and she couldn’t help but feel warm inside. 

“Emily,” Sera headed down the stairs. “It’s time.” Without a hesitation, Emily hid the small duck in her dress, heading up the stairs to meet God. 

~~~~

Lucifer snuck back into his seat, as the trumpets came to a silence. His father began speaking as he got himself comfortable. 

“Where did you go..?” Michael whispered, leaning over to his brother. 

“Just a quick little drop off.” Lucifer answered. “Shh,” He put a finger to his lips as he turned his full attention to his father. Michael stared at him, before rolling his eyes. He put his attention back to his father, back to Sera as the ceremony continued. 

“Heaven can not run without the minds of the innocent. Without the minds of the young, thoughtful and determined. With this new angel, we welcome youth into our hierarchy. We welcome hopes, dreams and beauty. Fierce and independent, yet she has been a bringer of Joy for Heaven for as long as she has existed. Our new Seraphim, joining Sera at her side, Emily!” God spoke, gesturing towards the young girl. 

The crowd cheered, clapping and throwing roses into the air. The Heavenborns fluttered in the sky, tossing confetti into the crowd, tossing it to the Elder Angels, to the brothers, to Sera and Emily. 

Reaching up, Joel grabbed onto a small piece of confetti. Emily’s symbol, the four petaled flower on her dress, lingered blue in a light purple circle. Celebrating the new dawn, the new soul. 

Emily nervously stood next to Sera. Her hands held in front of her as she awaited silence in the courtroom. The elder angels clapped, encouraging her with her speech. And Sera placed a hand on her back, reminding her that she wasn’t alone. 

Taking a deep breath, Emily raised a hand and the courtroom slowly dwindled to a silence. 

“Winners, Heavenborns, Elder Angel’s. It’s my honor to be welcomed into the Angel Hierarchy. Throughout my life, I didn’t quite know what I wanted to do. I didn’t know that I would be taking such a step so young in my life. But I am so grateful to God,” She smiled up at him. “And to Sera,” She looked up at her. “That I am able to be a part of this hierarchy. All I want is to bring joy and happiness to Heaven, and it is my job to do so. I take this position with open arms and a smile in my heart.” She placed a hand over her heart. 

“And without the people in my life who have brought me here, who have encouraged me to be the best I can be, I wouldn’t have made it here. I hope to bring all winners happiness in Heaven. I hope to bring dreams and hopes and joyous news to you in the future. And I hope each one of you can accept my offer.” She bowed, curtsying in the process. 

“As Emily, the Young Seraphim and bringer of Joy, I offer you my will. My will to be happy, for each soul to wake up with a smile on their face. I offer you my joy, in hopes that every day you feel it inside of you. And I offer you my time. No matter what, I hope to help everyone who needs it. I can offer you my assistance, my own joy, my heart and soul.” The crowd clapped, cheering as they welcomed Emily into their hierarchy.

[ninadove]

Nina reads Dracula 🦇

August 24th

THE LOVERS HAVE REUNITED 🎉🎉🎉

I found my dear one, oh, so thin and pale and weak-looking. All the resolution has gone out of his dear eyes, and that quiet dignity which I told you was in his face has vanished. He is only a wreck of himself, and he does not remember anything that has happened to him for a long time past. At least, he wants me to believe so, and I shall never ask.

But at least he has you 🥺 (and Lucy didn’t suck your blood before you could leave)

'Wilhelmina'—I knew then that he was in deadly earnest, for he has never called me by that name since he asked me to marry him—'you know, dear, my ideas of the trust between husband and wife: there should be no secret, no concealment. I have had a great shock, and when I try to think of what it is I feel my head spin round, and I do not know if it was all real or the dreaming of a madman. You know I have had brain fever, and that is to be mad. The secret is here, and I do not want to know it. I want to take up my life here, with our marriage.'

They are so sweet 💜

'Are you willing, Wilhelmina, to share my ignorance? Here is the book. Take it and keep it, read it if you will, but never let me know; unless, indeed, some solemn duty should come upon me to go back to the bitter hours, asleep or awake, sane or mad, recorded here.' He fell back exhausted, and I put the book under his pillow, and kissed him.

LOOK AT THEM

Lucy, the time has come and gone. I feel very solemn, but very, very happy. Jonathan woke a little after the hour, and all was ready, and he sat up in bed, propped up with pillows. He answered his 'I will' firmly and strongly. I could hardly speak; my heart was so full that even those words seemed to choke me.

THEY ARE MARRIED 🎉🎉🎉

When the chaplain and the sisters had left me alone with my husband—oh, Lucy, it is the first time I have written the words 'my husband'—left me alone with my husband, I took the book from under his pillow, and wrapped it up in white paper, and tied it with a little bit of pale blue ribbon which was round my neck, and sealed it over the knot with sealing-wax, and for my seal I used my wedding ring. Then I kissed it and showed it to my husband, and told him that I would keep it so, and then it would be an outward and visible sign for us all our lives that we trusted each other; that I would never open it unless it were for his own dear sake or for the sake of some stern duty. Then he took my hand in his, and oh, Lucy, it was the first time he took his wife's hand, and said that it was the dearest thing in all the wide world, and that he would go through all the past again to win it, if need be.

That is in fact the dearest thing in all the wide world, and such wonderful fuel for the Timeloop Enjoyers.

Lucy dear, do you know why I tell you all this? It is not only because it is all sweet to me, but because you have been, and are, very dear to me. It was my privilege to be your friend and guide when you came from the schoolroom to prepare for the world of life. I want you to see now, and with the eyes of a very happy wife, whither duty has led me; so that in your own married life you too may be all happy as I am. My dear, please Almighty God, your life may be all it promises: a long day of sunshine, with no harsh wind, no forgetting duty, no distrust. I must not wish you no pain, for that can never be; but I do hope you will be always as happy as I am now. Good-bye, my dear. I shall post this at once, and, perhaps, write you very soon again. I must stop, for Jonathan is waking—I must attend to my husband!

Your ever-loving

MINA HARKER.

Stop it I am going to cry for so many different reasons

Meanwhile Lucy:

I must imitate Mina, and keep writing things down. Then we can have long talks when we do meet. I wonder when it will be. I wish she were with me again, for I feel so unhappy. Last night I seemed to be dreaming again just as I was at Whitby. Perhaps it is the change of air, or getting home again. It is all dark and horrid to me, for I can remember nothing; but I am full of vague fear, and I feel so weak and worn out. When Arthur came to lunch he looked quite grieved when he saw me, and I hadn't the spirit to try to be cheerful. I wonder if I could sleep in mother's room to-night. I shall make an excuse and try.

IS NOT HELPING KEEP THE TEARS UNDER CONTROL

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