#and seeing it for what it is vs when she did when she was younger

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the reason why maomao appears younger during the frog scene:

with the ending of season two of the apothecary diaries, can i talk about frog scene and the idea of maomao "looking like a child" during it?

I DID NOT BETA READ THIS so mb if im rambling

as a disclaimer: im a light novel reader, as well as a fem-presenting petite person with a high pitched voice (aka, the infantilization of petite women is my area of expertise)

as well, some of the photo comparisons include spoilers for the LNs.

tldr at the end!

the apothecary diaries has a deep anti-pedophile narrative, so when episodes 35 and 36 came out, a lot of people expressed their displeasure with the portrayal of maomao during a sexual scene, citing that she looked much younger than usual during it. i dont believe that this is a baseless argument, however i dont believe that this was intentional either. this is partially a theory, but stay with me on this.

firstly: what makes a character look young, and why is that important?

when talking in terms of anime art styles, there are a few ways in which people make their characters look younger. thats going to be:

the size of the eyes

the size of the head in relation to the rest of the body

the overall frame of their body

the reason why most characters in anime as a whole look as young as they do is because of the art style, which typically includes an anatomically large head and large eyes. when we talk about the anatomy of children, one of the first things that youll notice is that they, too, have a large head and large eyes. during development, the size of a humans eyes do not change, meaning that your eyes look much bigger on you when you are small vs when you are grown.

in regards to maomao in the anime, these features are exaggerated to make it more clear to the audience. her eyes are much larger in the anime vs the light novels, with her head being larger and her frame being smaller.

these features, while present in her canon LN design, are very exaggerated in the anime. typically, youll see this is animation as a whole because exaggerations make conveying messages much clearer to the audience. maomaos petite frame is important to her character, due to her being malnourished as a child. maomaos growth was stunted as a result of her upbringing.

you see characters mention this is a negative light, specifically when jinshi tells maomao that she needs to put on some more weight. her size is viewed as a negative trait.

despite being exaggerated, her frame is often hidden behind multiple layers of clothing. she mentions briefly during her time in the rear palace that her uniform is made up of thick cotton, and she wears about 3 layers at any given time. there arent many moments where we see maomao without the extra layers. despite being clearly much smaller than a lot of the other people in the palace, we only see her bare frame about two times before the frog scene, both of these being when shes at the verdagris house. this may give people the false impression that maomao is bigger than she actually is.

as you can see, her shoulders look larger when shes in uniform, which is how we see her for the majority of the show.

now, compare that uniform to how she looks in a different outfit, one that only has 1-2 layers instead of her usual 3.

looks much smaller by comparison!

so we know how to make a character appear younger and why maomao looks young in the series as a whole, but why is this important, and how does it relate to the frog scene?

when we look at the anime, there are plenty of times where maomaos features are exaggerated further. often times, when maomao is expressing a large emotion, the animators will enlargen her eyes. this makes it easier for convey the specific emotion that she is feeling, and its a very common thing in anime.

you see this a lot when maomao talks about the ox bezor, which is something that maomao has a deep interest in. when shes excited over it, her eyes are animated to look larger than usual.

night and day difference, right?

this isnt the only time that maomao is presented in this way, however. we actually see this exact same thing when maomao is being viewed through the eyes of jinshi.

notice how she almost always looks prettier when hes looking at/envisioning her?

now- hear me out.

a new trope thats becoming more popular in anime as of recently is the idea of the fmc looking more beautiful when her male counterpart is looking at her. the idea is that no matter how bad someone may look, their lover believes that they are always beautiful no matter the circumstances. no them, there is no "peak" because they always look their best.

we even see this in the apothecary diaries with fengxian and lakan!

bro even went as far as to give her her nose back

other examples just to make my point a little more clear:

this trope is most clearly seen in spyxfamily.

now, do i have any genuine proof that this is what theyre attempting to acheive? no, im not on the animation team and there have been so official statements on this. could i be wrong about my assuption? absolutely, and ill take the L if i am.

but the reason why i bring this up, and how it connects to the points i made before, is that the way to make a character appear younger and the way to make a character appear "prettier" are the same.

now, lets take all of these ideas together and compare them to the actual frog scene, as well as looking at the same scene in the LNs.

now, when we look at maomao in the waterfall/frog scene, there are a few things to note right off the bat.

her actual body type and physical frame are not drawn differently in this scene

her eyes are much larger than usual

she looks much smaller in comparison to jinshi

the size difference between jinshi and maomao is not any different in this scene

body comparisons for maomao throughout the series just to get a clearer picture.

jinshi and maomaos height difference in other scenes.

jinshi and maomao have always had a large size difference. this is another show of their different upbringings and how they have shaped them physically. jinshi is a trained solider who has never known hunger a day in his life, and maomao is a malnourished commoner who went hungry on many occassions. it makes somplete sense that they would have a size difference, and the frog scene does not change or exaggerate this difference by any means.

maomao is just petite.

now, small ≠ child. however, small + larger eyes + petite frame does make her look more childlike than usual. especially when we compare it to the same scene in the LNs.

do you notice the difference? smaller eyes, no birds eye angle, and noticable curves that demonstrate that she has gone through puberty- curves that are absent in the anime.

now, maomaos frame was exaggerated from the beginning. it was not changed specifically for this scene. its important to make that clear when we talk about this particular change. the criticisms that people make when talking about this scene and how maomao looks younger are present during the entire anime.

my verdict: was this an intentional decision to make maomao look younger? no. does she look younger? absolutely, but not because of her petite frame. this was just a series of poor decisions that all combined into this unfortunate scene.

tldr; people think maomao looks younger because of the size of her eyes and the lack of layers shes wearing during the frog scene. this is an anime specific issue, and is not an issue in the LNs, because maomao is curvier in the LNs.

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i saw that u r taking requests

So, what about harry's younger sis having a crush on chris but chris just seeing her as a little girl fast forward to 10 years (2025) and reader is doing a song for f1 movie (tate mcrae- just keep watching) and chris is just getting screenshots of reader doing poses and bhez or jj or chip are asking him he if regrets not dating reader now

Bonus- if she starts dating arthur tv

Just Keep Watching- ChrisMD and ArthurTV x reader

You were fifteen when Chris first came to Guernsey. It was the summer of 2015, and Harry had roped him into that ridiculous Jersey vs Guernsey football series. Your brother had made a whole production out of it, as he usually did. You were mostly annoyed that the house was full of shouty boys, one sounded like he laughed like a hyena, but that all changed when Chris walked in with his carefully spiked hair and shy smile.

You were completely doomed from the start.

“Chris is this my little sister. Sis this is Chris,” Harry semi introduced you both.

“Am I not good enough for a name?” You replied ticked off. You loved Harry but boy did he have a knack for annoying you in the biggest ways possible. He was polite enough, when you offered him a drink from the fridge, he gave you a polite “cheers” and you spent the rest of the day scribbling that into the margins of your school notebook like a total loser.

Every glance he gave you felt like a miracle. Every time he walked past you in the hallway, you stopped breathing. Every time he laughed you convinced yourself he must be laughing with you, not at something Harry said. You’d walk past the living room twenty-seven times in two hours, pretending to be doing something. Homework. Charging your phone. Grabbing a banana you had no intention of eating. Every time, your heart would hammer when Chris even looked your way.

But he never really looked. Not like that.

“Your sister’s a child,” you once overheard him say to Harry, laughing off some offhand comment. You were two years younger than him, not two decades. But back then, that was enough for Chris to see you as “Harry’s little sister” — nothing more.

It became a bit of a running joke, he never called you by name only “Harry’s sister” of course this was a nod to the first time you met but it hurt you. You were a teenager, you dreamt about him, practiced your signature as Dixon, planned your kids names. He never really saw you though, damned to a life of “how are you” before walking off. Harry teased that Chris knew about your little crush, you tried not to dwell on that. He never mentioned it but he never really showed an interest in you either.

Ten years go by.

And somehow, you’re not that awkward little girl anymore.

You’ve grown up. Found your voice, literally. Music took over your life in the best possible way. It started with covers in your bedroom, then local gigs, then a viral TikTok hit, then an album deal. You’re no longer just Harry’s sister. You’re you. Sure he used your music on some of his videos in the background but you worked hard. It started off you and a guitar, your second album you experimented with a more pop rocky sound. Then the tour started, headlining festivals, award shows. You took a little break to concentrate on your third album and it’s lead single? Singing on the soundtrack of the upcoming F1 movie, which is surreal even now.

The song “Just Keep Watching” is climbing the charts before the film even drops. They’re calling it the sound of the summer. Some say it’s your best work yet. Some say it’s about heartbreak, this is your fully grown up album, and to go with your new grown up image a video to match.

And somewhere across London, in a flat you’ve only visited once — years ago, when you were still “Harry’s annoying sister” and not this superstar Chris is opening his phone to the same images everyone else is seeing.

Photos from your cover shoot in Italy. The one where you’re in that red silk dress, leaning against a vintage Ferrari. A still from the music video, body suit tight, heels hair, makeup and hair flawless.

Chris scrolls through one, then another. Then he double taps one, the red heart popping up and he panicked, it was by accident that was what he was going to tell Harry anyway, that was what he was going to tell himself.

There’s a certain cruelty in growing into someone after the person you wanted has stopped looking.

You remember being seventeen and watching Chris’s videos religiously, just for a glimpse. Hearing your brother laugh off your crush like it was some joke. “He’s basically my older brother. That’s disgusting. You’re a child.”

You remember turning twenty and bumping into Chris at one of Harry’s parties, hair curled, black eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man. He said, “Wow. You’ve grown up.”

You smiled, but he was with Shannon then, only had eyes for her.

And now it’s 2025, and you are the one people are watching. Wanting. Tweeting about. Photoshopping into couple edits with actors, footballers, other musicians.

Never Chris, though. No one ever ships you with him.

You used to daydream about that. About interviews where someone would ask if you were dating, and you’d exchange that look across the couch — that tiny smile that meant yes, but also meant don’t tell them yet.

But that look never happened.

Not even once.

You hear from Harry that after his breakup with Shannon Chris went feral. You pretend you don’t care. You say things like, “Good for him,” and “Hope she likes career mode and protein powder,” and your brother would laugh. But then you go home and write another song about being too late, feeling invisible.

Then comes Arthur. You didn’t meet Arthur until adulthood, he wasn’t in the YouTube scene until more recently you did like the fact there was another island boy, they all made you proud in a weird way.

It starts innocently. A fire emoji on an Insta Story. A “sick song” DM. Then, a little later, an invite:

Few of us have blagged a ticket premiere screening of the F1 film. You going?

You are.

You have to walk the red carpet.

You’re in the credits.

But you didn’t expect him to go.

Arthur meets you at the reception after the screening. Champagne in one hand, grin on his face. “Hey, star girl.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “You’re a menace.”

“True,” he says. “But I’m a polite menace, which is why I’m telling you now: Chris is here.”

Your stomach drops.

“What?”

Arthur points across the room.

And there he is.

Chris. All black suit. Hair a little longer than it used to be. Laughing at something Ethan says. Then he glances across the room and catches your eye.

And freezes.

Arthur leans in slightly. “You okay?”

You blink, forced yourself to smile. “Of course.”

You’ve walked onto stages in front of 60,000 people. But that look from him that soft, puppy dog eye makes your chest twist in a way no stadium ever has.

Later that night, you’re on the rooftop bar, wind in your hair, champagne in your hand, and Arthur is next to you. He’s charming. Relaxed

He tilts his head. “You know, if I’d met you in Guernsey back in 2015, I’d have fancied the hell out of you.”

You laugh. “I was literally a child.”

“So was I,” he shrugs. “But I’d have been obsessed anyway.”

You take a sip. “You’re trouble.”

“I am,” he says. “Want to go out sometime anyway?”

You’re stunned into silence. Not because of the question.

But because you don’t say no.

Behind Arthur’s shoulder, you see Chris standing by the edge of the rooftop bar, talking to George — but watching you.

You see the moment it lands.

See the flicker of hurt.

Arthur’s waiting for an answer.

You smile.

“Yeah. Alright.”

Weeks pass.

Your single tops the chart.

Harry tries to get you to come out to dinner with the boys. He says Chris is asking how you’ve been but you’re too busy, especially now any free time you have is messaging Arthur.

Harry, Will, Ethan, Chris and George went out regardless, as they sat there in the restaurant your song came on, of course it did.

“Guy guys,” Ethan started as he got the attention from everyone on the table.

“Can you imagine if you fumbled it with an incredibly attractive woman. Twice.” Ethan glanced at Chris with a big smirk on his face. Will started laughing and grabbed George’s shoulder shaking it. Harry had his hand over his mouth laughing at Chris? He just rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah very funny. What would you actually do if I ever looked at your sister like that?” Chris asked Harry, he wasn’t fully serious he was just curious as to what Harry  would have done.

“Well you never gave her the light of day anyway so it doesn’t matter.” That stung. Chris frowned and looked at his phone, he opened Instagram and his jaw tensed at your new story. A beer and a glass of wine with a smile emoji.

[roseguided-arch]

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃. alicent sees now, through the lens of an adult, how her father had so sneakily maneuvered his own child to become queen. how he had put her in the position despite her reluctance to do so--at the time she had been so desperate for his approval, for his affection, that she was willing to do whatever he wanted. what pleased otto hightower. though, truthfully, she hadn't been completely aware of her own fathers ambition for her. in the years since, with the birth of her children, alicent has grown into her title of queen but on the inside she misses the girl she was. the happiness of that time in her life that's harder & harder to find now.

@lunaruid said, [ SLEEPY ]: FOR VISERYS TO SLOWLY FALL ASLEEP ON ALICENT'S LAP.

he rests his head in her lap as he's done several times. the queen rests her hand tenderly on her husband's arm, palm giving small comforting pats before it settles. ( in moments like these she's reminded that she does care for viserys. she might not love him as a wife should, with the same devotion aemma had, but the care is there. even if she resents him for his treatment of their children. she's realized, since driftmark, that she will never be aemma. her children will never be rhaenyra in his eyes. ) ❛ sleep well, husband, ❜ she whispers, eyes fixed on anything but him. ❛ i shall stay until you fall asleep. ❜

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A Brother's Love

Request from @readerrrrrrz "I seen you opened request. I have always liked the idea of Rhys having another sister and Az being mated for years leading up to books. Kinda seeing a side of the mating bond that is centuries old vs new. Idk just idea."

Pairing: Azriel x Rhysand's younger sister (another one)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Rhys visits his youngest sister in the Town House, bringing gifts for her child and teasing her about giving him another niece or nephew to spoil.

The scent of spiced tea and freshly baked bread filled the sitting room of the Town House, mingling with the crisp autumn breeze that wafted through the open balcony doors. Rhysand lounged lazily on the chaise, one arm slung over the backrest, his violet eyes alight with mischief as he observed his very pregnant sister across from him.

"I must say, dearest sister, I never thought I’d see the day when you’d be waddling about like a mother goose," Rhys drawled, sipping from his cup.

She glared at him over the rim of her own tea. "Say that again, and I’ll personally see to it that you’re the one waddling around by the end of this visit."

Rhys grinned. "Ah, the pregnancy temper. Feyre had it too, you know. Cassian nearly lost a wing after one ill-timed joke."

She rolled her eyes, leaning back against the couch with a soft groan. Her belly, round and firm beneath the soft dress she wore, gave a little shift, and she placed a protective hand over it. "This one is far more active than their sibling ever was," she murmured, exhaustion lacing her voice.

As if summoned, a small blur of dark curls and bouncing energy came barreling into the room.

"Uncle Rhys!" his nephew, Kieran shrieked, launching into Rhysand’s waiting arms.

Rhys caught them effortlessly, pressing a loud, dramatic kiss to his forehead. "Ah, my favorite troublemaker! I’ve brought you gifts—purely as a bribe to ensure I remain your favorite uncle, of course."

Kieran giggled, eyes—violet, just like his mother’s—shining with delight. "What did you bring?"

Rhys produced a small wooden figure, carved into the shape of a winged warrior, and a tiny music box that, when opened, played a soft Illyrian lullaby.

Kieran's wings fluttered with excitement.

"It’s for when your baby sibling arrives," Rhys explained. "So you can teach them about warriors and music all at once."

His sister sighed, rubbing her temple. "You’re going to spoil him rotten."

Rhys flashed her a wicked grin. "Isn’t that my job?"

Before she could argue, the front door opened, and a familiar presence filled the room. Shadows slipped through the space, dark tendrils vanishing as Azriel stepped inside, shaking off the cool evening air.

The second Kieran saw him, he scrambled out of Rhysand’s lap and bolted across the room. "Papa!"

Azriel barely had time to drop his weapons belt before scooping his little one into his arms, lifting them high above his head with a rare, soft laugh. "You’re getting heavier," he murmured, pressing a kiss to his brow before tucking him into his side.

His child clung to him, small hands grasping at the leathers of his chest. "Train me like a warrior, Papa! Like Uncle Cassian trains the Illyrians!"

Azriel’s lips twitched. "I’ll train you when you can carry a sword without tipping over."

Kieran pouted but accepted his father’s embrace nonetheless.

Azriel’s hazel eyes flicked to his mate then, instantly taking in her exhaustion, the way she cradled her belly. He crossed the room in three strides, kneeling before her without a word.

"You look tired," he murmured.

"That’s because I am," she sighed, smiling despite herself as he took one of her hands in his.

Without hesitation, Azriel lifted her legs into his lap and began to massage her aching feet, his calloused hands moving in slow, practiced strokes. She exhaled a soft moan of relief, letting her head fall back against the couch.

Rhys smirked. "Should I give you two a moment?"

She cracked an eye open to glare at him. "You’re still here?"

Kieran, still clinging to Azriel, looked up at Rhys with a mischievous grin. "Mama says you talk too much."

Azriel choked on a laugh as Rhys placed a dramatic hand over his chest. "Betrayal. From my own flesh and blood!"

"Truth," she corrected, smirking.

Azriel just shook his head, his thumb sweeping gently over the arch of her foot.

A touch so reverent, so full of quiet devotion.

Kieran snuggled into Azriel’s chest, his tiny wings drooping as sleepiness took over. "Papa smells nice," he mumbled sleepily.

Azriel’s shadows curled around them both in agreement, whispering silent lullabies.

Rhys watched the scene unfold, something warm and uncharacteristically soft settling in his chest.

His sister. His oldest friend. The family he never imagined having, yet had fought for, bled for, loved beyond words.

Rhys stood, ruffling his nephew’s dark curls before pressing a gentle kiss to his sister’s temple. "I’ll be back tomorrow," he said quietly. "Try to get some rest."

She hummed, her eyes slipping closed, safe and sound in the arms of the male who had loved her for centuries.

As Rhysand winnowed away, he left behind not just a sister, not just a family—but a home full of love, of shadows and warmth, of laughter and light.

And he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

The End.

Note: Hope you enjoyed this glimpse into their world and thank you for the request!💙✨

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Natsuo is more like his father than he wants to admit...and it is both tragic and unsettling.

Disclaimer: Not a criticism of Natsuo. I actually like this character. It is just a comparison study and a commentary of actions vs reactions. Natsuo is NOT a bad person for any of his choices.

He does what he wants without regard for what the people around him want.

Sure, he'll go along with certain requests, like going to the family dinner because Fuyumi asked him to.

However, rather than be a polite host, he decides he'd rather embarrass his sister by being angry at their father all through said dinner and making things awkward for their guests. He didn't have to be there. Whoever he's talking to on the phone after the fact, maybe the girlfriend, he apologizes for bailing on their plans. He didn't even have to white-lie to Fuyumi. He straight up had other plans that night. So there are two ways you could look at this:

He conceded to a request to support his sister...then half-assed it.

Or he canceled his plans and went out of his way to be a prick.

He's not wrong for hating his father, that is 100% a normal reaction to an abusive parent, but he is wrong for not establishing his own concrete boundaries or respecting Fuyumi's.

Like Endeavor, Natsuo is pretty isolated within the family.

Mom’s out of the picture and contact with her is limited.

We all know what his relationship with his father is like.

His closest sibling 'died' when they were kids, but even then, Touya and Natsuo's relationship wasn't a good one. We know Touya spent years trauma-dumping on Natsuo, and little bro took it like a champ. Supporting one's siblings like that is admirable, but it does highlight a key difference between the brothers. Touya has memories of a happy childhood with their father. Natsuo does not. So he had to listen to his older brother crying for a past he knows nothing about, which had to have brought on a little resentment. "At least Dad loved you once. I never even got that much."

As stated above, Natsuo doesn't see eye to eye with Fuyumi. At least not enough that he respects her decision to forgive their father. Whether he supports that decision or not, he should love his sister more than he hates their father, and starting shit unprovoked over a dinner she asked him to be at is not a supportive decision.

His relationship with Shouto is hard to gauge. They were raised apart, sure, but they lived in the same house. So the fact that he didn't know Shouto's favorite food until he was fifteen is...odd. Natsuo never tried to have a conversation with him in passing? But I have a theory about that. With how Shouto behaved in the very beginning of the series, the mirror-image of their arrogant father, I think Natsuo had a, “Fuck, now there’s two of them," moment and actively avoided association with his younger brother. This may have contributed to him moving out even though he attends a college that's close enough that that he can casually stop by for dinner.

He Actually Does Get Violent.

Not with other people, thankfully, but he does slam his fist against the door in this scene, which is an act of aggression.

This makes for an intense moment in animation, sure, but if you saw a person do this in real life, you’d be nervous about where that fist is going next.

I already went over this in the Endeavor analysis that I made a few months back, but the gist of it is taking out your anger on inanimate objects is unhealthy because you're training your brain to associate anger with violence, which has the potential to make it harder to dissociate in the long run.

In his own way, he did abandon his family.

Fuyumi tells him to leave the family circumstances to her....and he just left her to it? She went to college to become a teacher and made a career work in spite of living in a volatile home. The series doesn't say where Natsuo is a student at, but he clearly lives close enough to home that he can drop by for a visit, so it's not like he went to some prestigious university out of town.

So yeah. Left his remaining brother and sister to their father.

The other point, though, is he's canonically studying medical welfare.

Medical welfare is the consideration of patient wellbeing, preserving individual dignity, promoting quality of life, and taking a holistic approach to healthcare that applies mental and emotional care to a patient, not just physical.

So it's ironic this is where his brother ends up and he says absolutely nothing about it. Nothing about promising to come see him, nothing about asking the staff if this really the best arrangement they could come up with, no promises to Touya that he'll figure something out. He just ghosts and, like their father, that is really hypocritical.

In the end, he puts his own hate and feelings above everyone else’s.

This one's pretty closely related to my first point, but it does bear reiterating for the finale. Natsuo's decision to never see his father again is ultimately going to hurt his family more than it's going to spite Endeavor.  Going no-contact is a healthy choice and I don’t fault him for it at all.  But if he sticks to it, it’s going to lead to some serious ramifications down the road.

If he's strict enough to refuse to be in the same vicinity as Endeavor:

He won’t attend Touya’s funeral and support his grieving mother and siblings if Endeavor will be there.

Since we see in the epilogue Rei stays with Endeavor, Natsuo visiting her is going to be complicated.

If Fuyumi gets married, she might want her father at the wedding. Is Natsuo going to skip his sister’s wedding out of spite?

If Shouto gets married and decides to let their father be there, same story.

If Endeavor outlives Rei, will Natsuo miss her funeral?

And finally, Natsuo might have to come to terms with the fact his own children may want to meet their grandfather, which is a decision he can only control until they’re legal adults.  He can tell them how much of a monster Endeavor was all he wants, but those kids may still be curious about meeting the man in person, especially if they hear stories from other family members and know the former No. 2 and No. 1 is their grandfather.

I’m not saying Natsuo should forgive Endeavor, or even stop being angry with him because he has every right to his anger. But if he still wants a relationship with the rest of the family, he is going to have to exercise some form of compromise.  Especially with his children because he unfortunately has all the hallmarks to become the next Kotaro Shimura. This is a society where kids want to be heroes, and then there's Natsuo who has a history with the dark side of hero society, no matter the good Shouto does.

[bones4thecats]

Hello! I really love your work! And i thought that this time i could make a request!

Maybe some headcanons of the diasomnia group(all separate) with a s/o like celena butterfly from svfoe? Let me explain please!

Reader is a really shy girl and probably a princess, that always hides her face with a fan beacuse of her shyness and social anxiety, but she is very sweet and soft spoken which causes people to gather around her because of her peacefull aura(which with her personality is not very good).

Reader also loves music and poetry! Probably sings or reads for her partner.

I know this is not a very conventional request and beacuse of that i completley understand if you don't want to write it.

I wish you the best in your daily life and more💖

↳ The Flutters of Our Love.

A Twisted Wonderland × Celena Butterfly! Reader.

Requester: Anonymous.

Characters Included: Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver Vanrouge, and Sebek Zigvolt.

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🐉 As a princess, you were needed to attend meetings with other royal families. At this one, you needed to go alone to prove yourself to the people you ruled over. Needless to say, you were beyond nervous. 🐉 You had always been known to be shy, hiding behind your fan everywhere you went. Hardly did anyone see you without it covering the bottom half of your face. That included the future heirs of the thrones around Twisted Wonderland.

🐉 Sitting down in one of the large chairs, you looked around quietly. You saw one of the crowned kings, Falena Kingscholar. He smiled at you and waved, as he knew you for years. You were the same age as his younger brother, after all. 🐉 You waved back and kept looking around, catching sight of an heir to a throne. It was Malleus Draconia. He was the grandson of the current queen, the previous one having passed away during the human vs fae war years prior. 🐉 You felt bad for the fae. His aura seemingly kept many away from him, at least, that's what you've heard from your mother. 🐉 While nerves wracked your system the entire meeting, you got through it all and sat down in a nearby garden, humming a tune as you watched birds fly around, enjoying life. 🐉 Little did you know, a young fae was watching you from afar. A young fae who would one day become the best thing that ever happened too you.

🦇 Lilia traveled a lot during the war. He went to lands near and far from his home. Most notably, he traveled to the magical kingdom known as Celestara. 🦇 He found the surroundings beautiful. The sky at night held the stars like a mother held her baby; gently. They glowed softly against the moon's harsher light. But, he found the heir of the throne to be the most beautiful. 🦇 Lilia loved your moon-shaped markings on your cheeks and your long hair. He would run his fingers through it whenever he found himself stressed and in your peaceful presence. 🦇 On one of those nights, he sat on the ground, your head on his shoulder as you hummed a lullaby you were taught by your mother years ago. The general smiled softly and rested his head against yours. 🦇 He opened his mouth and began to sing alongside you, voices mixing like sugar and water. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray."

⚔️ Silver met you when you were both young. Your ancestor was a leader during the fae vs human war and assisted Silver's adoptive father against the evil human forces trying to attack the Queen of Briar Valley's castle. ⚔️ Because of the past shared between your family and Lilia, you grew up alongside his son and Sebek. The three of you were close. Silver was the calmest, Sebek was the emotional one, and you were the one that kept them awake and as chill as you could get the crocodile. ⚔️ Your roles stayed the same at Night Raven College. Whenever you would come by to visit, you tended to be around Silver the most. ⚔️ You also loved to come by to his club meetings and cheer him on silently from the stands. His fellow club members, mainly Riddle, voices his admiration for your peaceful presence. It seems to relax not only the club's members, but the horses they care for. ⚔️ Lilia, anytime he went searching for his son, has taken many photographs of his son and his beloved 'soon-to-be daughter-in-law' messing around with the animals and resting alongside one another. ⚔️ Needless to say, Silver has a lot of messages when he wakes up.

⚡ As a knight in training, Sebek viewed you as a being needing protection. Much like his own royal, Malleus, he views everyone as below you. You are higher in the ranks, therefore you are superior. ⚡ It's just how his mind works, trust. ⚡ Though, as he began to spend more and more time around you, the others noticed slight changes in his behavior. Malleus saw how less stiff he was, Lilia hear his voice lower when around you, and Silver saw how much more chivalrous was. ⚡ Your peaceful aura was one of the biggest things he loved about you. The way you could just sit down and put anyone at ease was amazing in his eyes. ⚡ He also adored your abilities to write poetry and music. The best gift you had actually given him was a song you had named, " Armor and Affection". It was actually how he had found out you liked him. The words "when the princess stares into his eyes, all her heart erupts in flutters" giving it away as his face flushed. ⚡ While he does still end up guarding his future king, he does plan on helping out with your own personal guards. After all, he can't have his girlfriend having 'underdeveloped guards'.

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[melodyofmbaku]

Signed in Crayon, Sealed in Cash (Smoke Moore x Annie x Stack Moore)

Preview: "Ain’t nothing to stress about mama. We done did this before.” he said while zipping up the back of her dress. 

Warning ⚠️: They're a Trio Word Count: 1.6k A/N Something less heavy but hopefully no less enjoyable. I really appreciate your comments/reblogs, it's what keeps me writing. Can't wait to hear what ya'll think! 😘 My Masterlist ___

The Moore’s had a problem. She was about 3 ft. tall and 5 years old. And a perfect combination of their unit. 

They really didn’t know what they were expecting. With their personalities it was no surprise that Ari turned out the way that she did. 

Smart, fearless, and most of all spoiled. 

That’s how the three found themselves in their bedroom discussing just how they got here.  

“You be telling her stuff Annie. Playing both sides against each other when it suits you.” Stack accused. He was looking at her through the mirror as he did up his shirt. 

Annie shrugged and admitted while lotioning her legs as she sat on the stool of her vanity.

“Just evening the playing field. It’s been ya’ll vs. me for so long. Lord saw it fit I get some backup. Ain’t a crime.” She huffed. 

“It’d be easier if your brother didn’t train her to be a master negotiator.” She looked at Smoke pointedly. 

The man sat on the bed and struggled to do up his cufflinks. He liked when Ari was able to make a good case. Prepositions and negotiations. He was setting her up for her future. 

Ari believed everything could be discussed. That made things particularly difficult when her parents wanted her to do simple things like eat her breakfast or take a bath. 

He shrugged. “That ain’t a bad thing. She’s our firstborn, she gon’ have responsibilities one day.” 

Still fiddling with the link he continued.

“It’s Stack’s “Whatever Ari wants Ari gets” mindset that’s the issue.” he said. 

“Oh I’m wrong?” The younger twin responded. 

“You want our baby to be out there — wanting? When she got not 1 but 2 able bodied daddies and a mama to boot? The hell she will.”

“Ari gets what Ari wants. And that’s law.” The man huffed before stalking over to do up his brother’s cufflinks. 

“Well that law is why we gotta put on this big ol’ party. Mind you— it’s for the dang dog.” Annie deadpanned. 

“You love that dog.” Stack replied over his shoulder... “It’s your dog!” 

“Not the point.” She replied singsongingly. 

But it was true — Ari had them getting all dressed up to throw a birthday party for their rottweiler — Peony — named after Annie's favourite flower.  She had had them invite the neighbors and everything. 

It was a sight to see Smoke standing uncomfortably at their neighbours door inviting them over for a party over the weekend. He thought about bailing but when he looked down at the small hand that held his on those doorsteps — how could he not do everything she wanted? 

At first the trio thought she'd forget about it. Let things die down, she was a kid. How hard would it be? But not their Ari, she was steady counting down the days. 

Smoke recalled knocking on her bedroom door earlier in the week to get her up and downstairs for breakfast. Annie had sent him up and little did he know he’d come down with a tot and a task.

He had barely got her into the kitchen before the girl started her campaign.

“It’s bout’ 4 days for Peony’s party, daddy. I’m gon’ need a new dress.” She said while scooting into her chair at the table.

Smoke grimaced. Earlier that week Annie had whispered sweet things into his ear and looked at him with them eyes and he found himself signing a cheque to add a plethora of new crystals to her collection — it was witchcraft if you asked him.  

Ari wasn’t big on things like that but she was big on looking pretty. If he’d have to blame anyone for that it’d be Stack - she def got that from him.

Annie—still tugging her robe belt into a hurried knot—arched a brow. Ten seconds earlier she’d been pinned between Stack and the corner cabinets, with hands greedily exploring her body and lips full of flour-dusted promises. The moment little footsteps hit the stairs, Stack sprang back, palms in the air like a boy caught in the pantry.

Now he leaned against the counter, trying for nonchalance.

“Thought Peony was happy just turnin’ six with extra gravy,” Annie said, smoothing her collar.

“Peony’s a lady, Mama. Mr. Whitlock’s taking a picture, and I gotta look fancy standing next to her.”

Stack stifled a grin and leaned on the counter. “Girl’s got priorities. Told Whitlock I’d give ’im fifty cents to set up the backdrop.”

Smoke crouched to put slippers on her feet, hiding the faint tremor in his wrist. “Pictures cost money. I best hear a counter-offer, Miss Moore.”

Ari pulled a folded paper from her dress pocket —crayoned swirls titled Daddy & Me. She slid it into his hands like a lawyer presenting evidence.

Stack gave a low whistle. Annie’s mouth twitched.

Smoke shot them a look.

He felt his chest thud a slow, traitorous beat. She knew how to pull on his heart strings. He smoothed the paper. “Fine draftsmanship,” he murmured. “But a good proposition needs terms.”

She lifted 3 little fingers.

“I’ll take my bath every night ’til the party— with no sassin’.”

“Well praise be.” Annie muttered. 

“I’ll eat all my breakfast, even when there ain’t peaches.” She looked at Stack pointedly. 

The girl was obsessed with peaches. She’d have em’ on the side of every breakfast if she could. On days she couldn't, she rarely cleared her plate.

Stack scoffed. He had a tendency to fuss when she didn’t eat enough, it looked like she knew exactly what it’d do to him. 

“Mama gets a dress too, ’cause she works hardest.” Her third and final term. 

Annie grinned. ““That’s my girl.”

Peony’s tail thumped beneath the table as if seconding the motion.

The man looked from Ari’s earnest face to Annie’s surprised smile, then back. He blew out a breath. How could he say no to his girls?

“Reckon that’s a respectable bargain,” he said, tapping the paper once. “But keep every promise, else that dress stays at the shop. Your mama will take you on Friday.”

Ari grinned wide before rewarding him with a smooch on his cheek. “Yes, sir!” She grabbed her piece of toast and scurried back up to her bedroom. No doubt to scheme and celebrate some more.

Stack muttered, “Dog’s birthday gonna bankrupt us,” but the pride in his voice gave him away.

Peony barked once—deal sealed and Mr. Whitlock’s fifty cents practically spent.

The girl had won. Again.

Smoke glanced at Annie— lips kiss bruised, robe belt in a crooked knot—and at Stack, who tried to look serious while hiding a proud grin. For half a second Smoke thought we’re raising a tiny Stack in ribbons and lace. The idea was terrifying.

Smoke shook his head before he tucked the drawing into his pocket, half-amused, half-resigned. Four days, he’d thought. Girl’s gonna hold us to every word.

Four dawns later, the house hummed with party nerves as they continued to get dressed.

Back in the master bedroom Smoke buttoned a starched collar, Stack tugged suspenders into place, and Annie—in a half-fastened dress—did up the clasp of her bracelet while side-eyeing the men.

Stack continued on.  “Never seen a dog rack up so many charges.”

Annie scoffed. “Dog didn’t do it—your daughter did.” She smoothed her bodice, thinking how Ari had spent the last three evenings taking her baths without sass and gulping every crumb of breakfast down without peaches.

“I’ll fry up the catfish around 6. That time everyone would had come round’ — Sun would be lower. ” she said to herself, almost a reminder. 

Stack looked up from his brothers cufflinks before crossing over to his wife. He took her hand and pulled her up from her vanity to assess her, brushing some lint off her dress.

He wasn't ignorant to the fact that Annie wanted the party to be perfect for her baby, regardless of the occasion.

“Ain’t nothing to stress about mama. We done did this before.” he said while zipping up the back of her dress. 

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You a good mother. She loves you so much. We talk bout’ spoiling her, but we’d have it no other way. Just a couple hours now.”

She took a breath, and looked up at her man before responding, softer. “After the party, she’ll be asleep in five minutes.”

Smoke confirmed from across the room. “Whole house will.”

Stack stopped them. “Nah, then it’s grown-folk time.” Smiling wickedly. 

Smoke’s mouth curved— “Let’s get through the day before we talk grown-folk plans.”

Stack snagged the tin of pomade, Smoke pocketed the bow for Ari's hair, and Annie gathered her skirt. Together—three parents in harmony—they headed down to the yard, ready to celebrate the most elaborate Rottweiler birthday rural Mississippi had ever seen.

It wasn’t long before the party was in full swing. The backyard bloomed with bustle: neighbors laughing over lemonade jars, kids darting after bubbles, and Mr. Whitlock adjusting his big box camera beside the barn wall.

Peony—ribbon tied, coat brushed—sat on a low crate like a queen in waiting. Ari, face bright with excitement, raced over the grass toward her parents.

“Picture time!” she squealed, tugging Annie’s hand first, then Smoke’s sleeve, then Stack’s trouser leg for good measure.

Annie knelt, smoothing Ari’s dress. “Where you want us, Sugar?”

Ari pointed—one finger left, one right—no words needed. Smoke took his place to Peony’s left; Stack claimed the right. Annie settled between the dog and her daughter, fitting just so.

Whitlock ducked under the dark cloth, shouted, “Hold still… three… two—”

Click.

For a second, everything held: Ari’s proud grin, Peony’s patient pant, Annie’s soft exhale, the boys steady hands resting atop Annie’s back.

The moment printed itself on more than just film.

The party rolled on—getting funner as the night progressed, children chasing chickens, Peony gnawing a birthday bone bigger than her head. The trio moved through it together—not flawless, but whole—while Mr. Whitlock’s camera cooled in the shade, holding proof that love, once negotiated, can still develop clear.

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A/N Thought I'd give ya'll some sugar after what I put you though in Touch of a Woman 🤭 For those curious about how we got here... you'd enjoy Late, but Loved.

I am still working on the fic with Annie soft-domming Smoke. This has been one of the most challenging works I've written. I've got to get the dynamic just right. But it will come!

Always eager to hear your thoughts and encouragement it keeps me writing. Can't wait to hear what ya'll think 🥰

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[rochichan]

My I Can’t Help But Wonder animatic is finally done!

Overall, my goal was to capture the unsaid emotions and dynamic between Odysseus and Telemachus in this song. What would it feel like meeting someone you’ve longed for your entire life but at the same time that person is a complete stranger? It’s an interesting premise!! I really used this animatic to practice character expressions/acting, cause there’s a lot of statements in the song that can be interpreted differently depending on how it’s delivered.

I had many thoughts while working on this one, so going to ramble below!! (Sorry if grammar and thoughts are all over)

Telemachus

For Telemachus, the phrase “never meet your heroes” was something that I thought personally applied to Telly—like imagine the first impression of your father is this random man mercilessly killing several men??? How would you feel? Would your love for your father waver? My personal hc on Telly’s idea of his dad is he LOOOOOVES him, to the point where he blindly thinks he can do no wrong. So when “Odysseus” happens, it’s kinda a breaking point for him—realizing, “oh… he might not be the person I thought he was.”

In “Odysseus”, I wanted a mix of fear and curiosity within Telly. Since there’s so much going on, he’s processing a lot of things, so he doesn’t fully realize that his dad is here. In “ICHBW”, since he’s now processing the fact that this man is 100% his dad, the emotions evolve to fearful vulnerability and curious desperation. Throughout the song, Telly is so eager but at the same time so careful and unsure (he holds his spear tightly cause he’s still scared and only drops it when his dad opens his arm to receive him!)

Odysseus

For Odysseus, the overall thought would be “I worked so hard for this, but do I deserve it?” I wanted a mix of longing and guilt in his actions. It hurts so much more knowing that “ICHBW” opens with the same motif of “Just a Man”—It’s like as an audience we get reminded of like “Hey, remember where we started? As we’re all familiar with the “man vs monster” idea in the musical, I tried to make it obvious that Odysseus is basically fighting himself internally throughout the song (at this point of the story, he is his number one enemy).

Some moments I personally liked:

When he runs to Telly down the stairs to close the gap between them, but shortly after, pushes him away once he realizes the blood on his hands was placed on his son’s face—as an artist, this moment gets me so “hehehehehe >:^)” but also breaks my heart lol

Telly being indifferent to the blood on his face—at first, you can see the initial shock at how his dad carelessly placed his bloody hand, but then Telly lets it pass seeing how quick his dad was like “oh whoops”. It’s a quick moment but wanted to show how Telly’s priority is on the fact that “his dad is here” instead of what “his dad did/has done”

Another moment I really loved when Odysseus opened his arms for Telly. He didn’t want to force Telly in an embrace but instead gave him the choice. It puts Ody in a vulnerable light of possibly being rejected, and also a nice callback to what Polites had taught.

When Athena hopes. During the draft change, I changed the moment in the orb she’s holding. Originally, it was going to be her stopping younger Ody from killing a boar, like a “what if” situation. But I wanted it to be moments that had already happened; so it’s more of a “we could’ve done this differently” instead of “look at this alternate universe”

When Odysseus sees his past with Polities and Eurolychus. I just love callbacks lol. Again, it’s more of a “we could’ve done this differently, but it’s too late now” moment. Also, by passing the responsibility to Athena, he’s accepted the fact that he’s not the same man from before.

Other thoughts

When i first heard this song, it was a progress draft Jorge has posted on TikTok. I cried so much LOL solo vocal and piano just makes it so much sadder.

Man… can’t believe this will be my last one… it’s been 2 years since i got into this musical

ANYWAYS hope u enjoy and thanks for watching/reading :’)

[padmerry]

Stanford Pines: “and isn’t it suffocating?”

This is basically my attempt to understand the issues of the Stan twins’ relationship from teen Ford’s point of view and the reason(s) for their separation. Was Ford really feeling suffocated by his relationship with Stan? If so, why? And when did it start? When did things start to shift in this direction, if once they were just fine? There’s just so much to unpack.

I don’t think I need to point out, to most fans, where the word “suffocating” comes from. It was a very memorable scene, if nothing else, since a lot of people hated Ford for it.

Behold the scene in question:

I think it’s so obvious that Ford was projecting and actually talking about his and Stan’s relationship here that I won’t even attempt to prove that, hahah.

Now, is this Ford... a) talking about his true feelings regarding his and Stan’s relationship when he was young, even before the science fair incident, or b) lying to himself, as he presumably started to do ever since (but only after) the science fair incident?

First, I’d like to invite you to actually listen to Ford’s voice/watch his mannerisms as he says this, here (timestamped). The thing is that... he doesn’t sound very bitter! He doesn’t sound like he’s throwing shade at Stan. Instead, he sounds and looks—pay attention to his eyebrows—like he’s genuinely puzzled. Does Dipper... really think he’s not meant for something more? Why! He’s so brilliant, with so much potential! Just like Ford when he was younger! The poor boy must be really attached to his sister...

Second, I’d like to invite you to not be so harsh on Ford, as he says that it, nor she is suffocating—the relationship Dipper has with the girl, not the girl herself. Not that Ford can’t be mean! He can be terribly mean, sometimes, especially out of spite. But the man has some limits. He wouldn’t say this about his twelve-year-old niece.

Another thing to be taken into consideration is that Ford was convinced Mabel would be fine, since she had “a magnetic personality.” This is a trait he very likely also attributes to Stan! In TBoB, for example, he was convinced of Stan’s ability to make the waitress laugh. There’s a lot of evidence for the fact that Ford had no idea of how badly Stan was faring and/or would fare without him, due to the idealized version of Stan Pines in his head.

That said, here is the behind-the-scenes commentary on Dipper and Mabel vs. the Future:

Alex Hirsch: Ford offers Dipper [an] apprenticeship because Ford sees Dipper as somebody who’s special like himself. And that’s Ford’s great flaw, that arrogance. He believes there are special people and everyone else.

Jason Ritter: And that you can be held back by your siblings, maybe.

Alex Hirsch: Yeah, he believes that attachments are actually weaknesses.

It has been said before Alex is too harsh on Ford, hahah. (If you have actually read enough of his interviews and listened to all his commentaries, like I did, you’ll realize he’s harsh on most of his characters, including Dipper and Stan!) That is, however, something also made canon in J3 in many, many excerpts, and stated by Ford himself quite plainly here:

“I thought being a great man meant being alone.”

And of course, his advice to Dipper in the show itself:

“Don’t let anyone hold you [back].” His choice of words is interesting. “Anyone,” not “anything.”

I do believe this line meant exactly what we think it did, since Ford, for all his “Mabel will be fine,” immediately guessed that she didn’t take it well as a visibly upset Dipper returned to his side:

When did he start developing this mindset, though? Before or after the science fair?

I think some of you might have read the (in)famous TVInsider 2016 interview in which Alex states Ford saw his brother as a “bumbling leech” (ouch!) his “entire life.”

In terms of Stan and his brother’s conflict, we always wanted a moment where Ford saw that he was wrong. Ford’s spent an entire life imagining himself as this lone solitary hero and imagining his brother as this bumbling leech. From a narrative point of view, for Ford to see Stan be the hero finally lets Ford see the true side of his brother that he’s been too blinded by pride to see.

Now, an important fact is that—I think many people fail to grasp this—Ford looking down on Stan doesn’t mean Ford not loving Stan. My boy can and will multitask!

And, of course, “entire life” didn’t actually mean Ford’s entire life! It was definitely an exaggeration on Alex’s part, meant to convey that for most of Ford’s life, presumably from late teen years old to the current age, Ford looked down on his brother.

We know for sure that baby Ford never looked down on Stan, and in fact defended him from the Sibling Brothers in the last Lost Legends comic!

But one thing we also see is how baby Ford already shares, to a certain extent, adult Ford’s ambition:

Another trait, equally important, early on: the tendency to think he was special and/or different from everyone else, for better or for worse. Like one of the very first things Stan told us in his childhood retelling in AToTS, “As if his abnormally high IQ wasn’t enough, he also had a rare birth defect: six fingers on each hand. Which might have explained his obsession with sci-fi mystery weirdness.”

As he grows up, he also grows, understandably, very proud of his accomplishments. In Stan’s words, “Ford’s brains seemed to get more impressive every year.”

He grows to embrace the “freak” part of him more and more, both ashamed and proud of not fitting in. Like Bill so gently phrased it in TBoB: “The ego of a king. The insecurity of a circus freak.” (I take all his words with a grain of salt, of course, but sometimes he hits the nail on the head.)

But what does this mean for his relationship with Stan?

I think the first thing we have to know is that Stan is Ford’s identical twin, something that is heavily alluded to in canon and confirmed by Word of God. The first comment from Alex regarding this matter that I could find was this tweet from 2015. Then it was further confirmed in many episodes of the DVD commentaries (the first ones already mention it) and indirectly implied by Bill on the TBoB website.

Why is this even important? Twins of the same gender, especially identical aka monozygotic twins, tend to struggle with identity issues. Not only the same birthday, but the same face—that without having to share even a name.

The second thing is that they only ever had each other. I talk more about their codependency here, elaborating on the differences between the relationships of Dipper & Mabel and Stan & Ford.

Again, I borrow Alex’s words when asked about Shermie’s role in the family as Stan and Ford’s brother in HanaHyperfixates’ and ThatGFFan’s interview:

In terms of Shermie, I remember asking Rob or somebody at some point, like, “Would Shermie be here, logically? Do we have to see him?” I don’t really wanna see him. I’m not interested in that. I’m interested in Stan and Ford being—sort of having only each other and then losing each other because of their different life paths.

Let’s not forget, too, the only time Ford ever mentions Shermie in Journal 3—“Sherman Pines’s,” surname and all:

The best example we have of this in the show is probably Stan’s line in AToTS, “Those bullies may have been right about us not making many friends, but when push comes to shove, you only really need one.” Stan not only acknowledges their dynamic, but sounds very content with it.

Was Ford content with it, tough? That’s... more complicated.

Like we’ve established, these two were identical twins (unlike Dipper and Mabel, fraternal and of different genders) and only had each other (again, unlike Dipper and Mabel), which not only exacerbated their codependency but also their identity issues. They were used to being two halves of a whole. It’s very telling that in AToTS, “the Pines twins” are both called to the principal’s office, even though only Ford should have been called. They were seen as a single entity.

And don’t get me wrong, Ford has always loved Stan so much. Perhaps part of him even enjoyed the fact his brother trusted and leaned on him so much, depended on him both emotionally and to... get a passing grade.

But for some reason, even before the science fair... things still grew quite awkward. From Stan’s Land Before Swine commentary (DVD extras):

Anyway, cut to high school, the guy’s never kissed a girl, prom is coming up, and he asked me for advice. “Stanley, I know things have been a little weird between you and me with college, but can you talk to me about girls?”

The interesting thing here, to me, is that Ford... straight up recognized the “weirdness” between them to Stan’s face! And the fact Ford felt the need to mention it, as if he couldn’t simply ask his own twin brother for advice about girls without making a sort of acknowledgement first! These brothers once told each other everything... How did things get to this point?

First, notice how Stan says “prom is coming up.” The same prom at which they laughed together and shared a moment of camaraderie after Stan threw punch at himself to share Ford’s humiliation.

Which to me points to the fact it was something gradual, happening little by little, hand in hand with the sweetest moments in their teen years.

Imagine you’re Stanford F. Pines, not yet PhD.

You know you are special. You’re both a genius and a freak. You are always praised by adults around you, by your teachers. This starts to go to your head. You cling desperately to the “genius” part of your identity, so you can be more than a bullied freak. You grow even more ambitious. You can see a future for yourself.

You have a twin brother. You love him more than life itself. But everyone talks, and... aren’t they right, somewhat? Just a little bit right? Stanley isn’t a genius, like you are. That’s a fact. Stanley also doesn’t have ambition, like you have. Stanley isn’t a freak, like you are. It doesn’t mean Stanley isn’t cool! But you are... different from him...

And yet, despite all that, he’s your identical twin brother! You can only ever be one half of a duo. A single entity. Even your name, you share with him. He doesn’t seem bothered by that, but you are. Can’t you just be Ford, for once, no Stan? (Ironically, the fact is lost on you that your brother was always more under your shadow than you ever were under his.)

You start to think that the Stan O’ War isn’t anything more than a beautiful, but ultimately childish, dream. It isn’t very realistic, is it? You could be so much more than that. You could actually make a difference. You could prove everyone wrong about ever calling you a freak. You try to breach the subject with Stanley, but all he wants to talk about is this damn boat. And you care about it too, of course you do, but... Doesn’t he care about anything else?

I can see, so easily, the influence of other people on Ford slowly (and subconsciously) growing, even though his love for Stan didn’t diminish. I can see him noticing the mismatch between his ambition and Stan’s ambition, his academic achievements and Stan’s academic achievements... or lack thereof. Again, this is the teenage version of the little boy getting starry-eyed about seeing his own face in the papers. Except now, the possibility of Stan being there with him... doesn’t seem as likely.

Alex on A Tale of Two Stans (DVD commentary), confirming that the rift between them had started before the principal’s words:

A lot of different ideas that we came up with to suggest, you know, what was the moment where things started to change between them? When they went from best friends—and it felt, as we went to draft, that the right moment would be—sort of—as they’re entering the end of high school they have to make a choice about college and the rest of their lives, they’re speaking to guide counselors. That’s when the world at large is pointing out, “by the way, one of you is amazing!” And the toll that would take on Stan.

Alex being mindful of the difference between love and respect, as seen by his commentary on Stan’s condescending love for Mabel in Land Before Swine:

But this idea that Waddles is sort of a metaphor for what Mabel loves. And Stan loves Mabel but he doesn’t—he doesn’t really think that anything she thinks is necessarily smart or right. You know, he loves like her, ah, she’s my sweet niece, but [Stan’s voice] “she doesn’t know anything.”

I can see, also very easily, Ford having some intrusive thoughts, then immediate guilt over them. For example, after someone mocks Stan for his grades, Ford comforts him while thinking, “but yeah, maybe Stanley could really put more effort in—wait, what? He’s my best friend! I can’t think like that about him!”

Stan’s narration over this scene: “The future was looking bright... for both of us.” Oh, Stan... Ford’s smile looks painfully awkward.

Just notice the difference between Ford’s posture and body language there and here in college!Ford’s picture (and, again, look at Ford’s eyebrows, but also the way he leans in Stan’s direction):

It’s important to remember that this, too—the scene in which Ford smiles awkwardly—was before West Coast Tech.

But now, with West Coast Tech, he finally has something solid. Something tangible. A real way to make a name for himself. And he loves it. Now this is the face of true happiness!

He manages to win even the approval of his famously “not impressed” father!

Borrowing my words from another meta:

Pay attention to Filbrick and Caryn’s shocked faces when it’s revealed to them that Ford’s genius can, actually, earn them millions! Pay attention, too, to the way Ford looks at Filbrick when he’s praised by him. He’s very surprised and ecstatic to receive his father’s approval, a very brief, “I’m impressed,” that wasn’t even expressed directly at Ford. Ford doesn’t act as if it’s something he receives every day or casually. He was in fact feasting on crumbs.

Ford also knew it was not unconditional acceptance. From Ford’s point of view, at least, he was worth exactly just as much as he could earn Filbrick, and Bill’s threat in TBoB (“your father won’t want you returning without millions”) touches on that insecurity.

But... What about Stan?, you might be thinking. That was, funnily enough, the only thing that Caryn (who didn’t smile or praise Ford once) wanted to know, too.

He’s visibly very upset by having his brother insulted like that, and he didn’t know Stan was on the other side of the door overhearing their whole conversation. But he also doesn’t defend his brother, like Stan likely would have, and Stan doesn’t see Ford’s facial expression. He just hears silence from him.

And no, young Ford had zero difficulty in standing up for himself or for Stan, as seen in Lost Legends and as explained at length in my previous analysis. My own interpretation is that Ford finds it harder to defend himself or Stan from things that, deep down, he considered to be true: the fact that his polydactyly made him a freak, as pointed out by Crampelter and the Sibling Brothers, and Stan’s lack of ambition (and lack of future born out of said lack of ambition), as pointed out by the principal. I don’t think he appreciated his brother being called “a clown” at all, in the same way he didn’t appreciate being called a freak, but I also don’t think he could bring himself to disagree with the point being made here.

This moment in the series was also probably inspired by a real moment in Alex’s life that inspired the scene in which Mabel overhead Ford’s proposal to Dipper, according to the commentary of Dipper and Mabel vs. the Future:

This idea of Mabel overhearing Dipper and feeling left out actually came from a real thing that happened between me and my sister. This is a weird anecdote about me and my sister but we did this kind of like, sort of competitive improv games when we were in middle school, very nerdy. And we did pretty good, like, our team made it to the international competition every year, and there was this high school team... [...] We had a pretty good team, but there was a team above us, the high school team, that was like, legendary, that we wanted to be like. And when me and my sister went from junior high school to high school, like, this is going to be our last year to do this sort of competitive improv, and I got a call from the high school team saying “hey, guess what? we already raided your team for the standout members, we’ve taken the people from your team that always do good scores and we’re combining the high school team and the middle school team into a super team and we would like you to be on the high school team. And I was like, “what about Ariel?” And they were like, “well, there’s only seven members per team—” and Ariel was listening on the conversation and I remember her like, bursting into tears because they had basically been like yeah, we got two Hirsches [and] we only want one, and I didn’t even blink. I just said, “no, I refuse to be on this team.” Like, I couldn’t, it was just like, this is so messed up, you’re breaking this whole thing apart, like yeah, it’s a great team, yeah, you guys are awesome, but I’m not gonna do this without Ariel. And I just remember being this awful moment where some external pressure was telling us like, oh, you gotta choose, you gotta make a choice. Um, like, and it was like this very personal thing. And so like, that’s a big part of the inspiration of like, somebody comes and says, like, you but not you.

Based on Alex’s reaction to such a proposal, it’s not a stretch to think Ford’s silence here was indeed telling, from a narrative viewpoint. It was a deliberate choice from the creator.

And then... Oh boy, the swingset talk.

“Joke’s on them if they think you wanna go to some stuffy college on the other side of the country,” Stan says, then proceeds to boast about their future adventures, only to end it all with a painful expression that shows he doesn’t believe what he is saying. He knows what Ford is truly going to choose.

Stan asks him what would happen if the college board was impressed with his experiment. “Well then, I guess you better come visit me on the other side of the country!” Which indicates he clearly didn’t expect Stan to come with him, either.

Then The Accident happens, and Ford reacts accordingly.

It’s fascinating to me that Ford knew exactly what would bring someone like Stan to do something like sabotage his machine. He doesn’t accuse his brother of feeling jealous of his success or of the attention of their father and teachers! Oh no, that’s not your typical sibling drama of competitiveness, nor an easily solvable lack of communication. Instead, he accuses Stan of sabotaging his machine so Ford would stay with him! Which proves he was aware of Stan’s feelings, despite what a good part of this fandom seems to think! And, while it had been just an accident, a dumb mistake on Stan’s part instead of a deliberate act... Ford is right! Stan really couldn’t handle Ford going to college on his own.

He’s right, because we know Stan’s feelings about this. Stan says, in so many words: “Without Ford, I was just half of a dynamic duo. I couldn’t make it without him. And now, thanks to that dumb college, I was gonna lose my brother forever.” I know the “forever” was perhaps Stan being a bit melodramatic (understandable considering his distress) but it also shows us he didn’t expect their relationship to go back to normal, or for the college to be just one passing fancy. He knew it would be just the start of his brother’s career.

And perhaps this is the last thing you’d expect me to bring up at this point, but...

Do you remember this episode? Little Gift Shop of Horrors? It’s often dismissed as non-canon (due to its hidden keyword being “noncanon”), but even if the events in it didn’t actually happen, the characterization remains very much real.

We talk about Ford projecting on Dipper about a relationship being “suffocating,” but Stan was doing some impressive amount of projecting here too, hah, considering that he was more likely than not making up all the stories.

Just. This entire conversation:

Stan couldn’t be more unsubtle if he tried. And of course, Waddles chooses Mabel, his favorite person in the world.

We know whose “favorite person” Stan wants to be...

But again, back to Ford.

Yay, Ford is free of his suffocating relationship with Stan! Free to do things like looking at pictures of Stan with yearning! Writing that he misses Stan in code while yearning! Staring at the Gravity Falls’ lake with yearning because it reminds him of Stan! The last one in particular is very amusing to me because to study anomalies was basically Ford’s dream job and he loved Gravity Falls and... and yet! There is no place in Gravity Falls he would rather stay than the lake...

You might want to read this for the full extent of Ford’s clownery, but just the fact that Ford canonically (per Word of God) carried a picture of baby Stan in the breast pocket of his coat at least as early as his Gravity Falls researcher days to remember his brother by, is... telling.

That is, without even counting the fact that he has actively attempted to replace Stan with Fiddleford, Bill, and then even poor Dipper! Because, again, he yearns! From Alex’s commentary on Society of the Blind Eye:

Ford as somebody who lost Stan is kinda looking for—even though he rejected his brother, he kinda needs, he needs that other person, and he tried to find that in this kinda sweet prodigy and he just pushed him too far.

Yeah, I know. Ford is quite... confusing. What does he want? To use three other people (or triangle) to fill the role of Stan in his life but still reject and stay away from Stan himself? Everything and nothing, at the same time?

And now I need you to bear with me and read this entire excerpt of the HanaHyperfixates’ and ThatGFFan’s interview, most important parts highlighted in bold:

Ford was very much us building backwards. The same way you know a black hole is there by the light warped around it, it’s like, you know the damage someone’s family has done to them by all of their weird tics and behaviors. So who is the character who would result in Stan being this hurt and needy and mad and also longing?

And so we came up with this guy who kinda seemed too perfect. And is distant. He’s aloof, and distant, and he’s too perfect. And it’s like, “oh! I think he’s also aloof and distant from himself.”

I think he is, uh, deeply deeply hiding from his real feelings about things, because at some point early on, he decided that he could run from hurt by achievement and by creation, and has dug that hole so deep that he has no relationships. He doesn’t have friendships, he doesn’t have romantic relationships, he is someone trapped in a tower of his own mind and estranged.

We know Ford has always loved Stan very deeply—and yearned for his company just as badly—through his entire adult life. So what, exactly, changed in old Ford for him to invite Stan to sail away together again, post-Weirdmageddon?

Well. I have some hypotheses.

First, he spent forty years separated from Stan, and then almost lost him forever (or at least their relationship), from a certain point of view. Have you ever heard that saying that you only know the value of something or someone after you lose it? Teen Ford had never lost Stan, and didn’t know how much he would miss him.

On that same note, all those years separated allowed him to develop a personality and identity of his own, and a very defined and strong one at that. (Yes, poor Stan meanwhile spent that time pretending to be Ford. Ironic.) The Stan twins have also managed to be competent at what was once their weak spot, something they relied fully on their brother for. Stan has managed to learn and understand complex physics to fix the portal. Ford, on the other hand (and we’re focusing more on his feelings, here), has definitely learned how to defend himself physically.

Second, Ford was severely “humbled by the narrative,” so to speak. He thought he would get to be the hero, when the hero (at least in Ford’s own point of view, which is the only point of view that matters) was actually his brother. “Stanley Pines was the man who saved the world, not me.” His pride—and Stan’s own pride as a reaction to Ford’s pride, but again, this analysis is focused on Ford—was a great barrier between him and Stan. And on what regards his self-loathing and subsequent thirst for external validation, he has learned to seek love in the right places. His family. Stan.

Stan, who has always loved him unconditionally, who never considered him a freak in the first place, who has always tried to make him feel as if he belonged, if only on an old boat. Stan, who after Weirdmageddon is now his priority, above his scientific ambition, symbolized by the journals he was no longer reluctant to destroy.

Another excerpt from the interview I’ve referenced lastly wraps things up perfectly:

[...] and it’s always sweet to see [Stan and Ford] come together again, because they’re so full of themselves, but they are also both so damaged they desperately need each other.

The codependency is mutual—people really should understand this. I don’t think it ever really went away, not in an emotional, psychological sense, despite the two of them having developed separately for decades, as I have elaborated here. They didn’t return to the same place they started because they have matured as individual persons, but the love they had for each other never did decrease. They know, now, exactly how it’s like to stay away from each other, and they... actively prefer not to.

After all, like Ford himself said, “I don’t just want someone to come with me, Stanley, I want it to be you.”

[skyracha]

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Chan

Twin Girls

This man is a girl dad 110%. He would so have twin girls. You can’t tell me he doesn’t absolutely let them pretend to curl his hair and paint his nails. Covered in stickers he’d walk up to you and be like “do i look pretty? i feel pretty.” He’s absolutely wrapped around their little fingers too, this man LOVES being a dad. Always asking you when you can start trying for #3 because he wants more.

Lee Know

Older Boy, Younger Girl

He gives me both vibes. I feel like he’d be such a tough (yet loving) dad on his older son, but yet he’d be so leanient with his daughter. Like that’s his babygirl. She can do no wrong. I feel like he’d try so hard to get his son into a sport just for his ‘peak dad’ moment to be when his son tells him he wants to dance. That little boy will never know a moment of peace after that.

Changbin

4 Boys

Something in my gut tells me this man would try to have his own sports team. Mans pull out game sucks. When he has 4 boys, he’s constantly outside with them playing ball and running around. The man never sits down because he’s so excited to have sons to play with. It makes your job easy since he tires the 4 boys out so easily every day.

Hyunjin

1 Girl

You can’t tell me he’s not also a girl dad. I feel like he’d be a one and done. But this little girl is his WHOLE WORLD. Like nothing is more important than her. She’s his muse, his life, his world, his everything. He would be such a protective dad too, like after every concert he flies backstage to you bc he just wants to see his girls so bad. He’s so whipped for y’all.

Han

Older Twin Girls, Younger Boy

This man gives twin vibes too. His older twin girls would be so hard for him to navigate I feel, and although he doesn’t know what to do, I feel he’d try so hard to fix things without having to call you. When the boy comes along, he thinks he’ll be relieved until his son turns out to be a copy and paste of him and suddenly you and Han are wearing earplugs all around the house bc your son got Han’s lack of volume control.

Felix

Eldest girl, middle boy, youngest daughter

Felix would be such a good dad for either. Willing to sit down and get a full face of makeup, nails, hair aka the whole spa experience for his girls- BUT also willing to go run outside and play wrestle with his son. He most definitely finds a good balance between his daughters vs his son, not letting either feel excluded or forgotten.

Seungmin

5 girls

You can’t tell me he doesn’t give “trapped in a house full of estrogen” vibes. That man is fighting for his life every single day between you and the 5 girls. It doesn’t help they’re all close in age, so it’s always something and he never knows the right answer. He gets the annoyed “Daaaaddd!” all the time. He’s always fighting a losing battle fr all cuz he can’t pull out. Always coming to you with “Idk what I did wrong today but (daughter name) won’t talk to me today.”

I.N.

Twin Boys

He would LOVE having twin boys. He’s always trying to get them to dance and sing like him but he’s also the dad that tricks them into tiring themselves out and keeping themselves occupied while you two hide away for a few minutes of peace and quiet. They both are exact copies of I.N. too so you’re constantly up against with I.N. and two of his minions giving you identical puppy dog eyes everytime they want something.

[the-internets-girlfriend]

Bittersweet Memories: The Icing on Top

George Clarke x Reader (Series)

There was something sweet - until it all fell apart. Years later, a viral video stirs up a past neither of them ever quite let go of. In the city where they both changed, something is quietly rising again.

warnings: soft angst, emotional miscommunication, heartbreak, swearing, slow-burn, alcohol consumption, hungover

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Part Six: The Icing on Top (2000+ words)

It’s been a week since I’ve seen George last – really saw him. We’ve been messaging each other back and fourth constantly; but haven’t found the spare time to see each other.

On Thursday he sends me a message:

George Clarke: you and Maisie doing anything Friday? Come to the pub. Some of the group will be there.

It’s simple. Friendly. But the moment I read it, my heart stumbles in my chest. I stare at the screen, thumb hovering over the reply button, until Maisie appears at my shoulder.

“Is that him?” She asks, reading over my shoulder without shame.

“Maisie.”

“Come on, don’t Maisie me. What did your prince charming say?”

I sigh, handing her the phone.

“Pub night?” She reads, then grins. “We’re going.”

I raise an eyebrow. “He invited us both.”

“I know, but he meant you.”

As I type out a reply to the George, Maisie begins making her way back to the sink of dishes before adding, “can you ask lover boy if we can go back to The Porterhouse – I want to see that brunette bartender again – actually ask for her number this time.”

I roll my eyes and shoot back, “I don’t think he’s going to go to there just because we said so.”

“Babes, he would do anything for you.”

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Friday night, The Porterhouse hums with music and low laughter, a warm haze of golden light spilling from the windows. The second we step inside, the familiar scent of split beer and friend chips hit me, grounding me in a strange, nostalgic comfort.

George is already there, standing near a tall table surrounded by the crew – the two Arthurs, Chris, Isaac, Liv, and Becky. He sees us and immediately lights up, that wide, open smile crinkling the corners of his eye. It hits me like a punch to the chest.

He strides forward, enveloping me in a hug before I can think.

“Hey,” he murmurs against my hair. “I’m really glad you came.”

He pulls back slight, just enough to look at me properly. There’s something in his expression – something quiet and vulnerable that makes my breath catch.

“Me too,” I say.

He turns to Maisie and pulls her into a hug too. “Glad you came, M.”

“Of course,” she beams. “I’ve got my eye on the bartender, so I’m living my best life already.”

We laugh and move toward the table. The group is loud and familiar. Becky insists on buying us drinks, Arthur TV starts up a ridiculous debate about crisps vs. chips, and Max keeps teasing George for grinning like an idiot every time I speak.

Throughout the night, George stays close. He makes sure I’m never without a drink, and every time I turn my head, he’s already looking at me. When the groups moves to sit at a booth table; I shuffle in next to him. Becky decides she wants to sit next to me too, and pushes me flush against George so there’s extra room for her. Like muscle memory, George lifts his arm up to rest behind my shoulders, and like muscle memory for me – I find myself leaning in.

George and I talk about everything and nothing. The bakery. His channel. The time he accidentally fell off a lime bike.

“You still make those tiny little cupcakes for your younger cousins every birthday?” He asks, the question stunning me at first.

“Of course.” I say, smiling.

“I miss those little guys; Christmas was always fun to spoil them.” He says, his mind wandering to when we were together.

“They miss you too, always asking when you may come see them again. I didn’t have the heart in me to break their little hearts.” I reveal.

“Well, maybe they will be able to see me this year?” He suggests, leaning down to whisper the question in my ear.

A grin graces my lips, and I reply with a simple, “yes maybe they will.”

George’s face matches mine with the smile – aware of what this may mean.

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Near the end of the night when the group has dwindled and the conversation has shifted into softer, sleepier territory, Arthur Hill leans across the table toward me once George left to get another round.

“So,” he says, “what’s the deal with you and George?”

I blink, unsure of what to say. “What?”

“Come on. He talks about you nonstop. Croissants, your laugh, how you always hum a song when icing cakes. The guy’s down bad.”

My cheeks flush hot. I glance to the bar to see George, who’s laughing at something Chris just said. As if sensing me, he looks over. Our eyes lock. His smile fades into something gentler, more deliberate.

Becky smirks. “He’s been in love with you since forever – don’t think he ever stopped over the past two years. We just want to know if it’s mutual.”

Before I could say anything – even though I was unsure of what to say, I’m saved by George and Chris bringing back the round of drinks.

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As the night grew darker, we all slowly leave one by one. Maisie and I announce it’s best for us to start heading off now – not without Maisie securing the number of course, and George offers to walk us out.

Outside, the night is cool, the streetlights casting long golden shadows. Rain sprinkles lightly on the pavement. Maisie walks ahead, giving us space, but she’s definitely listening.

“Well,” I say awkwardly. “Thanks for tonight.”

George nods. “I’m really glad you came.”

I lean in to kiss his cheek – innocent, platonic – but just as I do, he turns to speak.

Our lips meet.

It’s soft. Sudden. Shockingly gentle.

We pull away instantly, eyes wide. My heart stutters in my chest.

“I-I didn’t mean-“

“Me neither,” he breathes. But he doesn’t look away. Doesn’t back up.

Maisie shouts from the curb, “Uber’s here!”

I say a quick goodbye, and walk away without another word, unsure if my knees will hold.

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The next morning, it felt as if nothing had happened – no kiss.

Maisie waltzes into the bakery like a hurricane of smug.

“You kissed him!”

“It was an accident.”

“Was it though?”

I don’t answer. Because I don’t know.

She leans on the counter. “you love him.”

My silence answers for me.

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Two days later, the bakery has been flat out. I’m decorating a cake for a customer out back, when I feel my phone notifications go off. I ignore it, desperate to finish this cake order on time for my customer; Mia, a customer who found my bakery though the podcast.

I hear Maisie screech from the front counter, “GEORGE CLARKE JUST CONFESSED HIS LOVE FOR YOU. LIVE. ON. STREAM!”

“What?!”

I rush to my phone, dusting flour on everything. My heart’s already racing before I even unlock it. Maisie’s not wrong – notifications are lighting up like fireworks, all echoing the same thing.

He said something.

The stream is still live. I tap in.

George is on the screen, lounging in his chair, hoodie sleeves pushed up, hair slightly messy like he’s been running his hands through it. He’s reading questions – some from the Twitch chat, others from his Instagram story. The chat scrolls so fast it’s a blur, but one question pops up and makes him pause.

@mothersversiononly: are you seeing anyone?

George hesitates, his fingers stilling on the keyboard. Then he leans back, thoughtful.

“Not really,” he says, voice quieter. “There’s… someone.”

The char immediately erupts – fans throwing out guesses, naming other creators, speculating wildly. Some even guess me. I freeze.

@mothersversiononly: ooh?

George huffs a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks flustered, but there’s a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“She’s amazing,” he says. “Like beyond. The best thing I ever let slip.”

I stop breathing.

He looks straight into the camera. Not just glancing – looking. Like he knows I’m there.

Like he’s taking to me.

“Yeah,” he says quietly, almost like a confession. “I still love her.”

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He shows up an hour later.

The bakery bell rings. He’s soaked. Hood up. Hands shoved in his pockets.

He moves to the door and flips the sign to read closed.

“Hey,” he says softly.

“You’re trending.”

He winces. “Didn’t mean for that to happen.”

I cross my arms. “But you meant what you said?”

He nods, taking small steps towards me, “every word.”

Silence stretched between us, filled only by the hum of the fridge and the rain tapping gently against the windows.

“I’m not here to push you,” he says. “I just…needed you to know. Needed you to hear it from me.”

I swallow. “You broke my heart.”

“I know,” he says. “And mine’s been cracked ever since without you.”

I step aside, heading towards the back room. “Come in.”

He smiles – tentative, a little shaky, but full of hope. He walks in slowly behind me, eyes scanning the bakery. “Let’s talk in the kitchen.” I usher.

We both stand leant against the kitchen table, space between us – a void. Not just physical, but full of everything unsaid.

“I didn’t plan any of it,” he says. “The stream, the comments. But once it started, I couldn't lie.”

I nod slowly, eyes fixed on the tiled floor.

“You said you still loved me.” My voice is quieter than I expect.

He straightens slightly. “I do. God Y/N. I do.”

I look up, “why now?”

He takes one step closer to me, “because I couldn’t keep pretending it didn’t still wreck me. Not when you were the best part of my life.”

I take a breath. One step. He takes one, too – matching me.

“I wasn’t over you.” I say. “I just got better at hiding it.”

Another step. Now there’s barely space.

“I missed you,” he whispers.

“I missed you, too.”

We’re so close now, I can feel the warmth of his hand before he even touches me.

And then he does.

One hand on my cheek, the other slipping around my waist.

Our lips meet – soft at first, like we’re still testing if this is real.

But then everything pours in. The heartbreak. The time. Our love.

It’s a grand, aching kiss. Like the universe paused just for us.

When we finally pull apart, his forehead rests on min.

“This time,” he says, “I’m not letting go.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Our love was sealed with another kiss.

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The kitchen is filled with warmth – from the oven, from the moment.

I’m icing cookies, and George stands behind me, arums snug around my waist, swaying us gently to the hum of the radio playing the soft tune of Lover.

He keeps sneaking in small kisses to my cheeks.

“You’re going to make me make a mistake.” I scold, trying not to laugh.

“Worth it,” he says, as he presses a kiss to my shoulder.

I flick a bit of icing at him. “You menace”

He takes my hips and spins me around to face him, with a grin on his face. He leans down to press a kiss to my lips. “Still your menace.”

After the kiss, he reaches for the jar of sprinkles without asking, grabs a handful and eats them.

And that’s when I knew – I never stopped loving him

And never will.

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I'M NOT CRYING! YOU ARE!

I cannot believe this is the last chapter for Bittersweet Memories. It has been so bittersweet (aha get it) writing this series for everyone and I've loved ever moment of it!

Thank you for all the support from everyone, whether you were a day 1 reader or someone who only just found the series; I appreciate every single one of you.

I hope you have enjoyed every part of this story and the environment I worked so hard to create; will forever love Gracie's Bakery. My favourite part about this series has been to create the two characters of Maisie and Y/N, and what characteristics they would have and how they interact with eachother.

This series has done so much for my writing, so please all stay tuned for my upcoming work of which includes; completing my series Secrets in Doncaster, and some one shots of both George Clarke and Harry Lewis already scheduled soon!

And for the last time from Gracie's Bakery I hope you enjoyed the treats and,

mwah x

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Netflix Lady: the devil’s in details 

The role of demons, politics, Dante's power level are all beloved aspects when it comes to criticizing the Netflix adaptation. Still, everything pales in comparison with the biggest object of dissatisfaction  - the new version of Lady. 

Why do people dislike Mary Ann Arkham so much? What's the difference between her and the original Lady? Today I’ll try to break through prejudices and, playing Devil's advocate, deconstruct the fandom's myth around her.

Lady vs Mary 

She isn't even Lady! This woman calls herself Mary even though the real Lady despised her birth name! 

It's well known that dmc Lady hates her name. The one she got from her father, the cold-blooded murderer of her mother. Lucky her, Dante was around to suggest a new iconic way to call herself.

So where did "Mary Ann Arkham" even come from? Surprisingly enough, the full name isn't Adi's invention, you can meet it in the CD-drama to the dmc2007 anime. But even in this source, Lady made it clear that she won't allow anyone to call her that.

So why not respect her personal choice? The tragedy has already happened, her mom died before her eyes, but Netflix Lady still goes by “Mary”. The answer is quite simple: she keeps her name, because she never disowned her dad.

The show portrays John Arkham as a devoted family man who truly loved his daughter. It's safe to assume that before the subway incident they spent a lot of time together, which is why little Mary was so upset and desperate to reach out when her father changed and became isolated.

We see Kalina's death from Mary's POV. Her father has turned into a demon, a monster who mercilessly killed her mom. Still, the last thing the girl saw through the flames was his human face, regretful, him reaching out to her.

In ep 4, Arkham keeps appearing in Mary's hallucinations, in both: demonic and human forms. Like her fallen teammates, Arkham the human blames his daughter for his painful death. After all, she was the one to set him on fire.

Of course, the vision is nothing but a mirror of Mary's guilt. She separates her beloved father from the demon who killed her mother. She blames herself for being too weak to prevent - not only Kalina's death, but the entire family tragedy.

The name she keeps isn't tainted by the most brutal betrayal. In a way, the show has chosen to adapt the scenario that Arkham used to manipulate Lady in dmc3, convincing her that he was incapable of fighting possession. The question is... Is his story truly over this time? Or maybe soon Mary will have no choice but to consider the nickname Dante has already given her? Long story short, in the show's universe Mary doesn't have a solid reason to abandon her birth name yet. 

Lady the government lapdog

Lady working for the government? The rebellious girl we know would never take orders from anyone! 

Once again, the difference comes from the changes in her backstory. The original Lady lost her family when she was in high school, which according to the manga was about a year before the events of dmc3. So she was ~16 yo. Still a teen, still deeply traumatized, but at this point the core of her personality was already formed and she had more opportunities to act independently. 

Now, I'm not so good at guessing the ages of cartoon characters, but there's no doubt that Netflix Lady was much younger, just a child, when the tragedy happened. A traumatized orphan, an easy target for someone's influence, as Rabbit pointed out in his calling out speech. The show heavily implies that Mary didn't get the Darkcom card accidentally and, who knows, they might have even groomed her for years before she became a real soldier.

Little Mary always wanted to fight monsters and protect people. Her father went crazy because no one took his warnings about demons seriously. And now she suddenly had the opportunity to join an organization that knows about demons and has real weapons to deal with them. Of course, she didn't hesitate.

Despite her traumatic past, Mary is hardly blindly obedient. She doesn't hesitate to make her own decisions, such as releasing Makai refugees, which was clearly not in the protocol. Gradually her moral compass starts to oppose the given orders and even Baines notices this, trying to tighten her leash. Still, in a tough struggle between heart and duty, duty wins. But more on that a bit later.

Finally, the soldier Lady was quite necessary from the writing perspective. Let's be honest, it was never really explained why dmc3 Lady is so good at fighting demons and has an entire arsenal at her disposal. Well, things happen, when a veteran mercenary is turned into yesterday's school girl to meet the public demands. But it's fine, it's a game and the rule of cool works pretty well, besides, the power of revenge does wonders. Meanwhile the show took a more realistic approach, so we got military training and an access to the latest technologies instead, which also allowed Mary to fight by Dante's side in the final battle. 

Lady aka overpowered girlboss

Why does Dante always lose to Lady? He toyed with her in the game! She's human, she stands no chance against serious opponents!

And very smoothly we move on to the next point. Thanks to the changes in the backstory, Lady has acquired a good combat experience and some tricky gadgets. Analyzing her fights, it’s easy to understand that she succeeds not because she is stronger, but because she is more strategic and knows which buttons to push, while Dante isn't in his best mental state. However, in a direct confrontation, when he really focuses and gets serious, Lady loses immediately.

Interestingly enough, they kinda contrast with their dmc3 counterparts. Lady is more emotional, driven by revenge, so her anger fuels her clashes with Dante, who always gets in her way. While he keeps his feelings to himself, hiding behind a devil-may-care mask for much of their interactions. No matter the fight, the power imbalance between them is rather obvious.

Meanwhile, Netflix portrays Dante and Lady as equals, each with their own strengths in different areas. Dante is a power house, brute force, stamina, regeneration, but he's too reckless, chaotic, uncoordinated and easily emotionally manipulated. Lady has a cool head, quick adapting and a smart use of environment on her side, but she often bites off more than she can chew, which results in Dante’s dashing acts of heroics. 

In the end, the show maintains a nice balance in their winning/saving score. The power imbalance isn't that visible, bc Mary is already in a solid form, while Dante is just starting out. But he'll certainly level up, so the power scalers could find some peace. 

Lady -  the screentime thief

Devil may cry? Ah, yes, the Lady show, which features Dante as a cameo! 

Now this is a really funny argument because technically Dante has more screentime than Lady, although the difference isn't that big. So why are so many people convinced that Lady stole his glory?

Let's start with the fact that Lady is the clear deuteragonist of Season 1. With Dante as the protagonist and Rabbit as the antagonist, duh. So she was bound to have a solid part of the story to herself.

It does help that Season 1 has Vergil only as a cameo now the real one. The role of the deuteragonist was taken over by him in the end of dmc3, leaving no room for Lady in the final battle. Meanwhile, Mary had no such restrictions and used her place as Dante's foil at its fullest. Actually I'm surprised that nobody blamed her for stealing Vergil's color palette lol

Lady is an active player, she needs to act first, because she knows that she may not get a second chance when the fate of the world is at stake. So she strategies, comes with the plans, rushes to change things, fights for her truth.

Dante's original goal is much smaller in comparison: he just wants his chill life and his mom's necklace back. Suddenly, he finds himself in the middle of the 4-D chess game, without any helpful knowledge. Darkcom and Rabbit keep fighting over him, moving him from location to location, the news about Sparda hit him like a truck, and he faces some big self-acceptance issues. Lady gets the luxury of making her own choices, while Dante is constantly forced to do things, because otherwise someone will die on him again. And just when he finally finds a solid motivation and decides to take a step out of his routine, he gets a beauty sleep in a freezer instead. 

The adaptation chose to explore Dante's inner world, showing his doubts and vulnerability, which I personally like to see. He still got his cool action scenes, but in contrast to Lady, who has her flashbacks too but also does a lot of stuff to influence the plot, Dante's role in Season 1 might look rather passive. Again, the problem is that Dante just starts his journey, absolutely unprepared, while Lady knows stuff and has some experience in critical situations. Still, this can create the illusion that the more active participant is the actual lead, while the protagonist is busy fighting his inner demons.

What a bitch is this Lady!

Netflix Lady is a horrible person! She never was so mean! Why does she keep abusing Dante and calling him slurs?! 

Well, first of all: Mary isn't mean to everyone, despite her sharp tongue, she is actually quite caring when it comes to her allies. A quick look at her interactions proves that she is friendly, when a person gains her respect, always willing to lend a helping hand, feels deeply responsible for her teammates.

Now let's talk about her enemies: of course, Lady hates demons with all her heart. And Dante falls into this category, because she refuses to acknowledge any exceptions at first.

In this prejudice she is no different from her dmc3 counterpart. The original Lady continued to judge Dante by his origins until their final confrontation, even though he had already saved her life several times by that point.

In the show Lady's attitude towards Dante slowly changes once she learns that not all demons are bloodthirsty monsters. Her mean behavior peaks in ep 3, when she is convinced that Dante is a super-cunning demon who is only pretending to be an idiot to fool everyone. But after she allows herself to reconsider her perspective, she gradually softens towards him, which even her enemy notices.

But she shot him in the leg after he saved her life! And the original Lady fired at Dante twice after he stopped her fall, initially not even knowing if he would survive the headshot. What can I say, Lady was always ruthless when someone gets in her way, but in the show, she also tries to protect Dante and stop him from doing something stupid in her own stern, caring way.

Now about “hellblood” being a slur- sorry, I think it's “a friend who is too woke” situation. Demons aren't a race, for starters. If anything, Dante is on thin ice too, remember how he mocked poor Cavaliere!

Funnily enough, when Dante isn't around, Mary is comfortable calling him by his name, but she clearly avoids doing so directly. Maybe it's her own revenge for “Lady”, but you can see that in the last episode she doesn't use "Hellblood" in a negative context. Still, whether this nickname is appropriate is up to you to decide.

Uncensored Lady

Devil may cry? More like Lady may swear!

This probably should have been the first point on the list. Because a lot of people have complained that Lady sounds like she's from another big cartoon about demons. And you know what? As someone who doesn't swear irl, I'll even agree with the criticism. But not without throwing in my two cents.

The problem isn't that Lady has a foul mouth. She has one, dmc2007 wasn't shy about it either. The problem is the amount of swearing, which at some point becomes a bit comical. It's like Lady is trying too hard to be cool and menacing.

But what if it's intentional. Mary is a young woman in the military who rises through the ranks, takes responsibility for people, chains her feelings behind armor. It's worth noting that she uses swear words mainly to establish that she is in control, fearless, to hide her vulnerability, to demonstrate that her enemy is worthless and can't do shit to her. It's like another layer of her armor, a hard facade she has created.

Or maybe Adi just thinks it's cool. Let's check out the next season(s) to see if character development correlates with the amount of cussing.

Et tu, Lady?  

Lady was never a backstabber! Her last decision destroyed all her progress for the season!

The last few episodes proved that Lady warmed up to Dante. She was trying her best to convince him to cooperate, to trust Baines, because from her POV, Darkcom is the only organization capable of protecting the amulet and Dante by default.

Mary's faith visibly cracks after Baines treated the deaths of her team so coldly and then ordered the "demon" to be taken into custody. It's more than obvious how upset she was by this turn of events.

The final battle gave Mary even more reasons to struggle: she saw first-hand what Dante's carefree confidence could lead to. Dante now has a new personal goal: to find his brother, who is clearly connected to the greatest threat to humanity. Mary, as a person, understands and sympathizes with his desire to reunite with his only family. She deeply regrets betraying his trust, especially after he asked her to come with him. But Mary, as a soldier, could not allow that to happen. Not when it could cause another apocalypse.

Mary's choice feels natural: she knew Dante for a day, while Darkcom was her everything for much longer time. But it's also important to consider - when Mary made her final decision, she didn't know that Baines would attack Makai first. She didn't know that he had ordered the deaths of all the refugees she had saved, to begin with. In the end, she looks absolutely devastated, her moral sacrifice for world peace was in vain.

Well, that’s the tragedy of Mary Ann Arkham. A character who is clearly beloved by writers, but often misunderstood by fans. It’s hard to disagree: she’s not the Lady we know. But it’s also important to add: she’s not Lady yet. And if that tedious long speech has convinced you to wait a little longer and give her a chance to prove herself, my mission is well accomplished

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The Winner Takes It All

pairings: alexia putellas x england!reader / engwnt x captain!reader / aitana bonmati x england!reader / jenni hermoso x alexia putellas

warnings: swearing. angst. jealousy. world cup loss for england. crying. strong language.

author’s note: right when everything seems to finally fall into place, the world is witness to the fall of an all-time great.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | masterlist

August, 2023 - Sydney, Australia

''And Y/N Y/L puts England into the World Cup final for the first time in their history! Captain Fantastic!''

Even 4 days later, the echoes of their semifinal win against the Australian team continued to send shivers down her spine. The heartbreak of the previous World Cup defeats was still present within her, but the captain felt empowered and ready to face anyone that would be sent her way.

The looks on the girls' faces as she had put another ball into the back of the net were ingrained in her mind, the sheer happiness with which they ran to her is something she will not forget any time soon.

They would play the final against Spain, a final they must absolutely win- not only for the title, but for the dignity and integrity of the game.

Y/N had been supportive of the 15 Spanish players that had taken a stance against the treatment the team had received from their coach and federation. She didn't know any of them on a personal level, but the England player has always been one of the biggest advocates of the women's game, so she wanted everyone to know on which side she stood.

Some of the girls had reached out, thanking her for lifting them up and shedding more light on the situation. However, none of those girls would be playing against her in the final as they did not receive a call-up.

She found it difficult to decipher whether most of the Spanish players liked her or not. A lot of them were from the Barcelona team and well… she did not have the best history with them when she wore the Lyon shirt.

There wasn't any hostility, but the striker had stopped them from winning several more trophies, so she figured they would gladly maximize any chance to take one away from her as well.

Unlike last year's Champions League final, this one wasn't being dubbed as ''Putellas vs. Y/L'', instead Alexia's name had been replaced with Aitana's.

''What's it going to take to win against a very in-form Spain tomorrow?'' One of the reporters asked the England captain.

''Goals.'' Y/N answered, matter-of-fact, having the media room chuckling.

She had been relieved to not have to share the press conference with the Spanish team, having to act cordially with Vilda was not on her agenda.

It was the morning of the final when she first encountered the Spaniards, both squads being allowed to do their pitch inspections. Their opponents were already spread out on the pitch when the English side entered the stadium, decked in black suits while the Lionesses wore their light blue tracksuits. 

Keira and Lucy clung to their Barcelona teammates, delighted to see them. Alessia, Ella and Mary walked over to Ona, while the remaining Brits stayed in their own smaller groups.

Y/N was the last player to make her way onto the grass, clearly not in any hurry whatsoever. She entered with Arjan, in an engaged conversation with the Dutchman about something that had happened during training.

As if there was an AirTag on the England captain, Alexia's eyes immediately found her from where she was standing with Lucy, Jenni and Laia. She immediately noted the confidence and aura that was radiating off of the younger woman, seemingly not bothered about the major final that would be happening that night.

Alexia observed how she gave the assistant coach a pat on the arm before inspecting the stadium on her own, walking on the sidelines without anyone by her side.

The Catalan's attention was solely on the Brit, long forgotten that she was in the middle of a conversation with her teammates.

Should I? No, I shouldn't bother her, she seems content on her own. I kinda want to talk to her, though. Alexia's thoughts were clouded with the dilemma on whether to approach Y/N or not, finding it a great opportunity to see where they currently stood with one another.

She knew there was a chance it could lead to an awkward encounter again, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she at least needed to try. However, another part of her held back, afraid of rejection.

Taking a deep breath, she moved her feet towards the striker. ''Sorry, just one minute.'' Alexia excused herself from their small huddle, biting the bullet.

Lucy, before anyone else, noticed where she was headed. ''Ale, I wouldn't do that- oh, she can't hear me, anyway.'' The defender brushed her own warning off, realizing it had no use as the skipper was already too far.

''Why shouldn't she talk to her?'' Laia inquired, confused about Lucy's attempt to stop her friend.

''Y/N has this thing where she likes to be on her own while doing the pitch inspections, I don't know where it came from, but she doesn't like to be bothered.'' The Brit explained to them.

The trio, lacking any subtlety, stared as Alexia walked to the sidelines, the unaware England captain clearly her target. ''For an introvert she sure likes to put herself in uncomfortable situations.'' Jenni bluntly remarked, soliciting chuckles from Laia and Lucy.

''Nah, she'll be fine.'' The Spanish defender said, choosing to be optimistic about it.

On the other side of the pitch, Alexia was feeling anything but fine as she got closer to Y/N with each step she took. She'd faintly heard Lucy calling out for her, but she'd pressed on, determined to make this work.

''Hey,'' Alexia greeted Y/N, her voice coming out smaller than she would have wanted.

The striker turned to her, caught by surprise at her sudden appearance. ''Oh, hey.'' She replied, her tone cautious yet not unfriendly.

''How are you?'' The midfielder asked, internally cursing at herself for startling her.

Y/N nodded, a hint of a smile on her face. ''Good, how are you?''

''Me too, thanks,'' Alexia's voice was steadier now, feeling the tension slightly dissipate between them, ''I'm excited for tonight.''

The younger woman nodded in understanding, her expression softening. ''Same, will be tough.''

There was a moment of awkward silence, neither quite sure how to proceed further. Y/N expectantly looked at Alexia, wishing for the midfielder to either extend the conversation or go back to her original conversation on the other side of the field.

''Uh, that was a nice goal against Australia, by the way. Really good.'' Alexia quickly offered, breaking the silence.

Y/n chuckled at the mention of her goal, her eyes twinkling. ''Thank you,'' she said, ''it's great to see you back with Spain.'' The sincerity was evident in her voice, almost catching the Spanish skipper off guard.

''Thank you, it's nice to be here with the team.'' 

''How's your knee doing?'' Y/N briefly glanced down to her competitor's leg, curious about the status. 

Alexia hesitantly nodded. ''A lot better. Not a total 100%, but the recovery is going well.'' 

''That's great, I'm happy for you.'' 

The Spaniard smiled, a warm feeling embracing her. ''Thank you.'' 

A silence fell over them again, though it might have been the least awkward one so far out of all the interactions they've had. 

''Uh, I have to get back to my, uh, thing,'' Y/N held up her earphones that were connected to her phone, ''but, uh, good luck tonight.'' 

''Yeah, sorry, uh, you too.'' Alexia stumbled, nervously taking a step back and giving the Brit an uneasy smile. 

Y/N gave her a quick nod before turning away, slipping her earphones back in and walking on the sidelines of the pitch. She was the only person on the pitch who was actually taking the inspection in ''pitch inspection'' seriously as she observed the grass while strolling around the stadium. 

Alexia stood there for a moment, watching her go, a mixture of emotions swirling inside her. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction mixed with a twinge of something she couldn't quite place. Shaking her head, she turned and headed back to her teammates.

Lucy raised an eyebrow as her club captain rejoined the group. ''You seemed to get more out of her than I usually do.'' 

Alexia shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. ''Just catching up.'' 

''Catching up… nice.'' Jenni recited her words, a skeptical look in her eyes. 

''Yes, very nice,'' the Barcelona captain dropped her smile, ''anyway- where were we?'' 

So the winner takes it all, the loser has to fall

It's simple and it's plain, why should I complain? 

The stadium was alive with cheers and celebrations, but for Y/N, the echoes of disappointment drowned out the jubilant sounds. She stood on the pitch, staring blankly at the sea of happy faces, her mind replaying the moments that led to England's defeat against the Spanish.

In the midst of the celebrations for the opposing team, Y/N's gaze lingered on the blue jerseys scattered around the pitch, a lot of them on the ground now.

Her feet were nailed to the ground, unable to move herself towards her team and help them up like the leader she is.

However, she could do nothing but stare at their agony.

She failed.

She had fucking failed.

There had been many opportunities for her to equalize the score, yet she hadn't been clinical enough. Shots that usually would find the back of the net, went wide or were blocked by a defender or by Coll. 

A few minutes passed as she finally managed to force herself towards the other players, almost walking in shame to her teammates.

Ella and Alessia were the first two she encountered, both girls with tears in their eyes, a drastic contrast to their usual demeanor.

''Come here, my girls.'' Y/N motioned for them to walk into her arms, which they immediately did, seeking comfort in their captain.

Their heads rested on either sides of her shoulders, both sniffling in her neck as she felt their tears staining her kit. She caressed their backs, while observing how their other teammates were being consoled.

Y/N was the one to pull away first, silently signaling she would go up to the remaining members of their squad.

She passed Lucy, who was embraced by Mariona. The striker briefly ruffled the defender's head, while muttering a congratulations to the Barcelona player.

A bit further down the pitch, she saw Mary being helped up by a bunch of teammates, the Manchester United goalkeeper in complete despair.

But before she could take another step, a hand wrapped around her wrist, halting her in her tracks.

''Hey, Y/N.''

Sarina appeared in front of her, her expression somber yet supportive.

She gave the coach a sad smile as the Dutchwoman wrapped her arms around her player. ''You did very well.''

''I'm sorry.'' Y/N whispered back, the disappointment audible.

''Don't apologize, I'm very proud of you,'' the older woman reassured, giving her a gentle squeeze.

The coach pulled her back, her hands resting on her shoulders. ''You can let go, you know? The match is done, don't keep everything inside.'' Sarina softly mumbled, lightly concerned over the captain's stoic face and the visible tremor in her hands.

Y/N simply nodded, not saying anything further. Despite the encouragement, she remained outwardly composed. Though, Sarina could see the raw emotion simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to spill over at any moment.

With a final squeeze of her shoulder, Sarina offered one last glimmer of solace before reluctantly stepping back, leaving the captain to herself.

Y/N's original destination had been Mary, though by the time her conversation with her coach had finished, the goalkeeper was nowhere in sight.

''Good match, you still give me trouble after all these years.'' Irene interjected her thoughts, her stuck-out hand appearing before her.

The Brit chuckled at her words, shaking her hand. ''Thanks, and congrats. You've had a good tournament.''

''Thank you, Y/L. You too.''

They shared a quick hug before going their own ways again, the respect from their Lyon-PSG days never having withered away.

As she traversed the pitch, she encountered various teammates, each bearing the weight of defeat in their own way. With a comforting touch on the shoulder, a shared look of understanding or a warm embrace, she conveyed her support without needing to utter a single word.

Among the Spanish players, there were nods of acknowledgment and brief exchanges of congratulations.

While she wasn't particularly close with any of them compared to her teammates, her facial expression and overall posture didn't invite further interaction. She managed to convey her respect and acknowledgment of their achievement without seeking deeper engagement.

She also made her way to the three officials in the center of the pitch, extending her hand towards them.

Meanwhile, the other captain on the pitch observed her from afar, her eyes tracing the familiar figure moving through the post-match formalities.

Alexia made note of the way Y/N's shoulders were tense, and how her movements were almost robotic.

As she further analyzed her, a strange and unfamiliar feeling settled inside her. It was a sensation she couldn't quite put into words, a mixture of empathy, sadness, and a strange sense of connection.

She had never experienced such intense empathy for an opponent, especially not in the aftermath of a major final victory. Typically, her focus would be on celebrating with her teammates and reveling in the joy of winning. But now, she found herself feeling more sorrow for Y/N's defeat than happiness for her own success.

Memories of the previous year's Champions League final flooded Alexia's mind, where she had been in her position, grappling with the crushing weight of failure as the leader of her team. She saw a reflection of herself in the English striker, recognizing the familiar struggle of trying to mask one's emotions in the aftermath of defeat.

Recalling the moment when Y/N had offered her comfort and admiration after that match, Alexia felt a sudden urge to reciprocate. The Brit's words had given her a lot of strength when she lost, and now, she wanted to do the same. With the image of Y/N's arm wrapped around her from the previous year firmly etched in her mind, Alexia took a deep breath and approached the England captain. Each step felt weighted with uncertainty, yet she was driven by an inexplicable urge to offer her support.

With the image of Y/N's arm wrapped around her from the previous year firmly etched in her mind, Alexia took a deep breath and approached the England captain. Each step felt weighted with uncertainty, yet she was driven by an inexplicable urge to offer her support.

Alexia's expression softened with sympathy and understanding as she made it to the center of the field. ''Y/N,'' she said gently, her arm instinctively reaching out to wrap around the Brit's shoulders, ''I know it's not the result you wanted, but you should be incredibly proud of yourself. You were one of the best this World Cup.''

Y/N managed a tight-lipped smile, though her eyes betrayed the lingering disappointment. ''Thanks,'' she replied, her tone tinged with bitterness, ''it's good to see you back on the field. Even if it's only for 10 minutes.''

The Spaniard chose to ignore the passive-aggressive comment, recognizing it as a product of frustration rather than genuine malice. ''Thank you,'' she replied calmly, ''it was a great battle today.''

The England captain gave a curt nod, subtly attempting to shrug off Alexia's comforting embrace. But the Catalan held tight, refusing to let her go.

''Seriously, Y/N, you were amazing these few weeks,'' Alexia persisted, her voice gentle yet firm, ''you led your team to this moment.'' She attempted again to console her rival, or former rival… friend? It wasn't clear. It had never been clear. 

''I appreciate it,'' Y/N responded, her tone softening slightly, ''you guys worked hard, considering the circumstances. Congrats, enjoy it.''

With a gentle yet deliberate movement, Y/N extricated herself from the embrace, offering a half-hearted smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She was acutely aware of the cameras capturing every moment of their interaction, and the potential backlash she might face for her indifference. But in that moment, consumed by the sting of defeat, she couldn't bring herself to care one bit.

Alexia watched her for a few seconds, feeling something that felt equivalent to a slap in the face. She perfectly understood Y/N's pain, and could imagine what the England captain was thinking in her head. But she'd only meant well by her words, and affection.

She didn't stare too long at her departing figure, knowing how miserable it might look to other people. The midfielder resumed her small tour of shaking hands with all the opponents, while also congratulating her own teammates.

It irritated her how effortlessly the striker's indifference had dampened her spirits. Alexia couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness, resentful of the power Y/N seemed to hold over the Spanish captain's emotions without even remotely trying.

Why is she allowing it to sour her mood?

''Y/N.'' She heard her name being called somewhere in the dressing room, turning around without knowing who to even look for.

Keira appeared in front of her, already showered and changed into something clean. ''Hey, don't feel obligated to do this, but I kinda need a favor from you…'' The Barcelona midfielder looked a bit flushed speaking to the captain.

Y/N slowly nodded, not sure where this was heading.

''Uh, Aitana- you know Aitana, right?'' She quickly asked, suddenly feeling insecure about the player's knowledge of her teammate.

The captain snorted, finding the question a bit ridiculous considering they just played a final against her. ''Yeah, I know her.''

Keira nodded, cringing at herself for even asking. ''Right, so you're kind of like, one of her idols, and she would really love for you two to swap kits.''

Y/N softly smiled at the sweet gesture, while also feeling immensely honored by the fact that Aitana considers her somewhat of a role model. ''Uh, yeah, that's fine. Do you know where she is?''

''She's standing outside the dressing room right now.'' Keira sheepishly grinned.

''Of course she is,'' the older player sighed with affection, ''uh, I'm gonna shower first, and then I'll go outside, okay? I want to wash this entire day away.'' She grimaced.

''Alright, I'll tell her,'' Keira said before briefly stopping the striker from walking to the shower area, ''thank you.'' She sincerely said, her eyes filled with gratitude.

''Ah, don't mention it.'' Y/N brushed it off, squeezing the midfielder's arm.

It took her about 20 minutes to actually make it outside the changing room. Had she wasted time on purpose to keep the person who had just robbed her of a World Cup title waiting for her? No one could tell.

''Hey, congrats again.'' Y/N greeted the Spaniard, who looked incredibly nervous.

Aitana smiled brightly, carefully holding her own shirt in her hands. ''Thank you. Congrats on your tournament, you played great the entire time.''

''Thanks. Here you go.'' The England captain handed her shirt over, the Barcelona player doing the same.

''Gracias,'' Aitana thanked her, looking like a kid at Christmas, ''you've been my idol for a long time, and it's amazing to play these kinds of matches against you. You're an amazing player.'' She continued her complimenting, not able to stop herself from praising her.

Y/N awkwardly accepted her words, she'd never been the best at accepting such loving compliments, especially when they came from fellow players. ''That means a lot, thank you. But you're like the best player in the world right now, I'm much more honored, believe me,'' Y/N chuckled, making Aitana blush, ''also congrats on the Champions League, you were seriously one of the best players the entire tournament, and also in the Spanish League. I've been a big fan of you since Budapest.''

Aitana looked overwhelmed to say the least. The Champions League final in Budapest had taken place in 2019, meaning the Lyon striker had been a fan of hers for over 4 years.

''No, thank you so much, but you're the best, always.'' The Spaniard brushed it off, genuinely not believing there was a better player than Y/N in women's football.

The Brit grinned at the reply. ''Well, I can't wait to see you lift the Ballon d'Or this year.'' She winked.

''I- I don't know about that.'' Aitana stammered, her cheeks warm with embarrassment.

Y/N laughed softly, a warmth in her face that made the midfielder flustered. ''Trust me, you should pick out an outfit already,'' she teased, ''but, seriously, keep doing what you're doing right now, players like you are really rare, and all of us are so blessed to watch you play right now.'' She encouraged, her tone genuine.

''Thank you, that is very kind.'' Aitana responded, her voice barely above a whisper. She was still in disbelief that this conversation was actually taking place.

''You're very welcome.''

''Did you get it?'' Ona asked Aitana as soon as the midfielder entered the dressing room.

The Catalan held up the shirt to her friend, proudly showing off the emblazoned ''Y/L'' on the back of it. ''I had to wait 20 minutes.'' She sighed, sitting down in her cubby.

''She probably made you wait on purpose.'' Mariona remarked, taking a sip of her water.

''No, she was very kind.'' Aitana brushed the comment off with a shake of her head. The Barcelona star neatly folded the jersey on her lap, delicately brushing away the remaining stains of grass and dirt.

''Ale, you're not listening to me.'' Jenni nudged the captain, an offended look on her face as her friend didn't seem to be paying much attention to her rambling.

''Huh, what?'' Alexia stuttered, caught off guard, looking to her side.

A playful eye roll accompanied a light slap on the arm. ''Am I boring you?''

''No, no, please continue,'' the captain insisted, realizing she had drifted off again. She forced herself to listen attentively, though her mind kept drifting back to the jersey exchange between Aitana and Y/N.

''Okay, what is it? You're clearly not focused on me right now.'' The midfielder sighed, observing her friend's distracted gaze.

Shaking her head, Alexia tried to dismiss her thoughts. ''No, continue, I'm sorry- nothing on my mind.''

Jenni's eyes followed the captain's gaze to the blue England jersey on Aitana's lap. She looked back at her teammate, noticing her fixated expression. ''You're not telling me that even a damn shirt with her name on it bothers you.''

''What do you mean?'' Alexia asked, embarrassed as she was called out.

Jenni's eyes shot up in judgment. ''I get that the comparisons weren't nice while they were happening, but letting her bother you this much is crazy, Ale.''

''She doesn't bother me.'' Alexia retorted immediately.

A snicker followed. ''Yeah, and I'm Jesus.'' She responded, sarcastically.

''Just forget about it.'' Alexia started, but Jenni interjected.

''Hey, I'm sorry, okay? You don't want to talk about it?'' The Spaniard apologized, realizing her friend wasn't enjoying the teasing.

''No, I do. Just… not here, I don't need the whole room to know about it.'' Alexia whispered, eyes darting around. 

Jenni nodded, sending her friend's discomfort with the others. ''Alright, should we go to the bathroom?'' She suggested, trying to make it seem as subtle as possible.

The captain nodded, a grateful look in her eyes. ''Yeah,'' she smiled, ''thanks.'' She softly muttered as they made their way outside.

As they stepped into the quiet solitude of the bathroom, Alexia let out a sigh of relief, feeling grateful for Jenni's understanding. Leaning against the sink, she ran a hand through her hair, trying to collect her thoughts.

Jenni stood beside her, offering a reassuring smile. ''You okay?''

The Ballon d'Or winner hesitated for a moment before responding. ''Yeah, just… and this is gonna sound stupid, but the shirt does make me upset.''

The Tigres player slowly nodded, trying to understand her point. ''Okay… and do you know why?''

She remained silent for a few moments, almost too full of shame over the answer- the true answer to that question. ''I think- you know, we've never exchanged shirts… and she does it with so many other people on our team.''

Jenni reached out, gently squeezing her friend's shoulder. ''It's not just the shirt, is it?''

She knew her friend too well to think this was all about a stupid football jersey- there was more, and Jenni wanted to know what that entailed.

Alexia remained quiet, glancing down at the floor.

''Ale, I'm not dumb. I see what she does to you.''

''She doesn't do anything-''

''Shut up,'' Jenni shook her head, cutting her off, ''I want to listen to you, and help you, but you have to start being honest to yourself, Putellas.''

Alexia's facade crumbled under Jenni's persistent gaze, her defenses weakening with each passing moment. She let out a resigned sigh, knowing she couldn't hide from the truth any longer.

"She… she is so freaking annoying. You have no idea, Jenni. She makes my blood boil. Every single time we're on the pitch together, it's like she knows exactly how to get under my skin. It's the way she plays, the way she talks, the way she looks at me like she's already won. And I know it's all part of the game, but fuck, it's so fucking annoying,"

Jenni leaned against the wall, crossing her arms, and nodded for her to continue.

''But then, the match is over, and all I want is for her to come up to me and ask me for a freaking shirt swap. It's so ridiculous, I know. But it's always someone else that she goes to. First it was Patri, in Turin. Then, at the friendly last year, I thought she was going to ask me, but no, she asked me to give my jersey to a fucking teammate of hers. And now Aitana has one as well? It's so fucking stupid. She can exchange with Aitana, but not with me?'' 

Alexia's frustration was palpable as she continued to vent. "And the worst part is, I don't even know where we fucking stand with each other. Like, in Turin, she was so nice and she comforted me when the match was done, and she was, yeah, just so nice. But today, it was like she wanted nothing to do with me, and I get it, it's a big final to lose, but still! I can't stand it. I want to be mad at her, but she makes it impossible.'' 

Jenni watched her with a mixture of sympathy and amusement. "Ale, maybe she doesn't realize how much it bothers you." 

Alexia threw her hands up, a bitter laugh escaping. ''She knows exactly what she's doing. She does this on purpose, it's like she gets some kind of twisted pleasure out of it.'' 

Her friend raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. ''Or maybe she doesn't know either. You're giving her too much power, Ale.'' 

The captain shook her head. ''It doesn't feel like that.'' 

''What does it feel like?'' Jenni asked. 

''Like she's playing mind games with me.'' 

Jenni remained silent, having Alexia almost hanging her head in shame. ''It's fucking stupid.'' She cursed under her breath. 

The older woman placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. ''First off, it's not stupid, your feelings are valid,'' Jenni reassured her, ''and secondly… I have never seen you like this, and it kind of worries me, Ale.'' 

Alexia let out a heavy sigh. ''Sorry, you don't need to worry. I just- I don't know what to think anymore. I feel like an idiot for caring this much about a shirt.'' 

''You're not an idiot,'' Jenni denied with a smile, ''you want her to acknowledge you. It's not a crime, she's a great player, it's normal.'' 

Her younger teammate nodded, though not convinced. 

Jenni sighed, stepping closer to her friend. ''Why don't you take the first step? Ask her for a swap yourself.'' 

''Ask her myself?'' Alexia laughed mockingly. 

''What's the worst that can happen? She says no? At least you'd have your answer.'' She pointed out. 

''I don't think I can…'' Alexia muttered in response, looking down at the bathroom floor.

''Why not?'' Jenni pressed gently.

Alexia hesitated, her words coming out in a rush. ''Wha- what if she, you know, enjoys that I want her- her shirt,'' she quickly corrected herself, ''I honestly think she would enjoy rejecting me.''

''Ale,'' Jenni broke the silence in the room, ''do you… do you like her?''

Alexia's eyes shot to Jenni's before darting away again. ''What?'' She stammered, caught off guard by the question. 

''I know how you act when you like someone,'' Jenni raised an eyebrow.

She adamantly shook her head in response. ''No. What the hell.''

Jenni held up her hands, a faint smile playing on her lips.. ''Hey, I wouldn't judge you. She's good-looking, she plays amazing football, has a nice accent.'' 

''No, I don't like her.'' She insisted, though her conviction sounded shaky, even to her own ears.

The older midfielder snickered at the weak reply, her amusement evident. 

''Jenni, I don't like her. That's insane.'' Alexia continued protesting. 

''Ale, you're kinda obsessed with her.'' Her friend pointed out. 

'' I am not obsessed wi-''

''How many hours of footage have you dedicated to studying her before every match you play against her?'' Jenni interrupted her, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. 

Alexia rolled her eyes, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up her neck, but she stayed silent. 

''See. Absolutely obsessed. You probably know her stats better than she does.'' Her fellow midfielder continued, her teasing tone relentless. 

''I am not crazy. I'm just strategically analyzing the opponent.'' Alexia defended herself, though her words faltered slightly. 

Jenni raised an eyebrow. ''You know there are 10 other players on the pitch, right?''

Alexia huffed in exasperation. ''Oh, come on. There is nothing to like about her.'' She reacted defensively.

Jenni smirked at her words. ''Not her good looks, her intelligence, her advocacy, her football skills, her sexy accent, her knowing all those different languages, her-''

''Shut up.'' Alexia interjected Jenni's teasing, her cheeks completely burned up. 

Jenni chuckled, knowing she had hit a nerve. ''Okay, okay, I'll stop. You're obviously still in the denial stage.''

Alexia huffed loudly. ''You're delusional.'' 

''Yeah,'' the older woman sarcastically said, ''after we've had this whole conversation, I am the delusional one, Ale.'' Jenni rolled her eyes. 

The Barcelona captain crossed her arms, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks again. "You're making this much bigger than it actually is.'' 

"Because it is a big deal," Jenni immediately retorted, ''you're clearly affected by this, and this goes way beyond whatever rivalry you two have going on.'' 

Alexia sighed, realizing her mask was slipping and her friend had her completely figured out. 

Jenni silently stared at her friend for a few moments, wondering how long these thoughts had been brewing inside her mind. She pulled the younger woman into an embrace, gently caressing her back. 

''It's okay to have these feelings, Ale. It really is. But don't bottle them up the way you have been doing, don't ignore them. That's not healthy.'' 

Alexia let her head rest on Jenni's shoulder, the truth of her words sinking in. ''I just hate feeling like this,'' she admitted, ''I don't even know what I want from her.'' 

Jenni nodded sympathetically, continuing her caressing. ''I understand that,'' she kissed the side of her head, ''I don't know when you'll see her again, but maybe, like, ask her for a shirt swap yourself? I know you think it's stupid, but you'll get a better understanding of where you stand with her.'' 

Alexia shook her head. "I don't know if I can do that."

''You can,'' her teammate assured her, ''I really believe you've got it all wrong. I think she'd happily exchange kits with you.'' 

''Maybe… yeah, maybe you're right.'' She mumbled in response. 

Jenni pulled her back, not looking into her eyes. ''Just try, please. And if she doesn't want to? Guess what? There are thousands of other people who would gladly receive your shirt.'' 

Her friend's encouragement caused a smile to finally appear on Alexia's face, something Jenni was happy to see. ''Thanks, I really appreciate it.'' 

"Anytime," Jenni replied, giving her a supportive pat on the back, ''now let's get out of here, and fucking celebrate, alright?'' 

Alexia nodded, feeling much lighter than when they'd first walked into the bathroom. ''Yeah, let's go.'' 

''Let's go, chica!'' 

suggestions/ideas/opinions for or about the series are always welcome in my inbox!

[bella-goths-wife]

So if Alastor made a deal with Vs pet before going missing for 7 years how would she be at the hotel?

What would have happened if alastor made a deal with Vs pet before leaving

Warnings: obsession, bad foreshadowing, violence?

In all honestly, if alastor had ran into you again before disappearing he would have made a deal with you

You intrigued him in a way that he hadn’t felt in years, the familiarity he felt towards you almost made him nostalgic

But let’s say he did offer you a deal on the day you met

It would be something similar to your deal with vox, your soul in exchange for food, water, shelter and protection

He’d give you a small cottage away from the city and close to the cannibal colonies, somewhere where you could live without the worry of being hurt or killed

Your fridge would always be stocked with food every week and you had all the things you could need in the cottage with you

Now you expected there to be a huge workload after you found out what a prominent demon alastor was, but all you had to really do was be his assistant and help him with his broadcasts

You were his assistant for a few weeks before he disappeared and suddenly you were alone again

You were still taken care of in the essential ways, your always had food and water in your little cottage and Rosie checked up on the cottage once a week to make sure you were still alive and safe

But you were lonely, so you started to help out Rosie in the cannibal colony every now and again

And you continued like that for seven years, until alastor finally returned

Rosie had let you know about his return and warned you that he would call on you soon and not to ask him to many questions

It was whiplash for you, one minute you were making some tea in the kitchen and the next you were standing in the hotel lobby with a look of shock

Alastor introduced you to everyone and informed you that you’d be staying at the hotel with him to help Charlie with her vision

You were mainly there to help alastor and be his entertainment, but you did help nifty with chores and even cooked meals for everyone

Charlie was ecstatic to have a younger soul with them and claimed that you’d be perfect for redemption

Her girlfriend, vaggie, on the other hand was extremely cautious around you since you were associated with alastor

Husk knew of you from whispers from some of the other souls alastor owned

At first he pitied you since he knew what it was like to be leashed by alastor, and then he saw how much alastor favoured you and treated you much nicer than he treated any of his other souls

Husk couldn’t help but feel bitter of the fact that he was in a much worse situation than you, but he eventually grew to like you since he understood you were practically a kid compared to him and he wouldn’t wish his fate on anyone

You and angel wouldn’t be as close as you were if you were the Vs pet, but you’d both still be friends

Alastor wouldn’t be fond of sharing you with the rest of the hotel since you were there to be his entertainment, but when he made comments about it and gave you an unnecessary workload he got a very harsh scolding from Rosie

I believe that alastor would become like a mentor to you, almost fatherly but not too much

It’s canon that alastor would be a terrible father but a great mentor so I could see him teaching you how to use your power to its full extent and he’d like combining your powers together

I like to imagine that when you and alastor combine your abilities then it would start off as a 1920s jazz music sound and would contain techno beats when you join in

Your relationship with alastor would be almost parallel to yours and vox if you were the Vs pet

It would be less cruel and you’d be much happier, but there would still be a hint of obsession in the relationship

Alastor would definitely be somewhat possessive of you in a certain way, the same way a male deer is protective of its children

He’d like getting to know you and finding out what the connection was between you to

The Vs would absolutely despise you since you were associated with alastor and the first time they met you was through one of Vox and alastors fights

So overall I think you’d be much happier and safer with alastor but that doesn’t exclude you from still feeling like a pet

But at least with this path, you’d have a chance at redemption for you

That’s if alastor didn’t drag you back from the pearly gates by a leash

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“And this little dear is my darling assistant” is the first thing you hear as your pulled from the shadows, you could recognise that voice anywhere.

One minute you were stood in your lovely kitchen and now your stood trying to take in what seems to be a hotel.

You try and hide your surprise as you turn to find your owners crazed grin staring down at you.

“What am I doing here alastor?” You question with a confused tone. You know you shouldn’t question him, Rosie had warned you against it, but you couldn’t help your curiosity “where have you been?”

Alastors eye twitches in what seems to be irritation as he stares down at you, you could see a cat demon behind alastor wince in what looked like fear before alastor wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Nevermind that, my little doe” alastor says with an over exaggerated laugh “I’ve brought you here because Charlie here has an idea to redeem demons, truly laughable I know but I’ve taken it upon myself to help her achieve this pipe dream”

Alastor laughed with radio static as a background before turning you to look at him once again.

“And I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it without my dearest little fawn” alastor said with a grin as his claws pinched your cheek in what could be seen as threatening or playful, you gave up guessing a long time ago “so from now on you’ll be staying here and helping me with this hotel, okay dear?”

You simply nodded at his question, knowing you had no grounds to refuse your owner. You had to play the loyal pet once again.

“Perfect” alastor said with pep in his tone as he let go of you and face you in the direction of the bar “now run along and get to know the others while I talk with Charlie about your rooming arrangements, I’ll call you back when I need you”

You nodded as you begin walking to the bar and you take a seat next to an extremely tall spider man who eyes you with curiosity. You’re in front of the cat demon from earlier who also regards you with intrigue.

“Hi” you say almost shyly as your ears remain pinned against your head, you hadn’t talked to someone other than Rosie or alastor since you made your deal and this entire experience was outside your comfort zone.

“Heya toots” the spider demon spoke unsurely as he looked down at you “where’s smiles been keepin’ you then?”

“Hm?” You make a questioning sound as your head tilts in a confused manner

“He means he’s not seen you around, no one has” the cat demon clarifies with a gruff tone “it’s weird for alastor not to cash in on a favour from his souls, angel here wants to know where alastors been keepin’ you”

“Oh” you say with a confused look “I don’t think he’s kept me hidden exactly”

“Well I only heard about you through whispers, but I assumed it was just rumours” husk responds gruffly “no one knew alastor had an assistant until a few days ago when he mentioned bringing you here”

“Didn’t think smiles had it in him” the spider, angel, comments before looking you up and down “your a bit young for him though, don’t ya think husk”

Husk nods cautiously as he takes in your appearance, you couldn’t have been been more than eighteen.

“It’s not like that” you assure with a mildly disturbed face at the thought of the insinuation

“Than what are you to smiles toots?” Angel asked curiously “because he certainly seemed fond of you”

You think for a moment on how to explain your connection with alastor before speaking cautiously

“Well, I’m his-“ you were about to answer but alastors call interrupted you.

“My dear” alastor called for you “don’t you think it’s time you and I set up for a broadcast”

You nod as you abandon the two demons to walk beside alastor on his way to his radio station, like a loyal mutt being called back into the house.

“I think it’s time I show that pesky TV that radio still lives” alastor comments as he puts his hand on your shoulder and guides you “and with my perfect little assistant, I’m sure my broadcast will be as great as ever”

[inkspiredwriting]

Double Trouble: Five vs. Five

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

The Umbrella Academy mansion was unusually quiet, save for the soft hum of activity coming from the living room. Five Hargreeves, his wife Y/N, and his brother Luther were sitting on the couch, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

"Are you sure you don't want to join us for dinner?" Y/N asked, looking at Five with a warm smile.

"I'll pass," Five said, sipping his coffee. "You know how I feel about sitting through long meals."

Y/N rolled her eyes affectionately. "You're impossible."

Just then, a bright flash of light filled the room, followed by the unmistakable sound of temporal displacement. When the light faded, an older version of Five stood in the middle of the room, looking slightly disoriented.

"Well, this is unexpected," Old Five said, straightening his tie. "Hello, Luther. Hello, Y/N." His gaze lingered on Y/N, and his eyes widened in disbelief. "Wait a minute—you're married to him?" He pointed at his younger self.

"Yes, we are," Y/N said, exchanging a puzzled glance with Young Five. "Who are you?"

"I'm Five," Old Five said with a smirk. "But from a different timeline."

Luther stood up, towering over both versions of Five. "So, what brings you here, old man?"

Old Five ignored the question, his attention still fixed on Y/N. "I must say, I never imagined I'd end up with someone like you, Y/N. You have excellent taste." He stepped closer to her, his smirk widening. "Tell me, what do you see in my younger self?"

Young Five narrowed his eyes, standing up to face his older counterpart. "Watch it, old man. She's my wife."

Old Five chuckled, clearly enjoying the tension. "Relax, kid. I'm just curious. Besides, it looks like I've still got it." He winked at Y/N, who looked decidedly uncomfortable.

"Don't call me 'kid,'" Young Five snapped, his fists clenching at his sides. "And stop flirting with my wife."

Luther, sensing a potential fight, stepped between the two Fives. "Alright, let's all calm down. We don't need a Hargreeves showdown right now."

Old Five laughed, but there was a hint of irritation in his eyes. "Fine, fine. I'll back off. But it's interesting to see how things turned out in this timeline."

Y/N, trying to ease the tension, placed a hand on Young Five's arm. "It's okay, Five. He's just being... well, you."

Young Five took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Yeah, well, I don't like it."

Old Five raised an eyebrow. "Jealous, are we? That's new."

Luther rolled his eyes. "Enough, both of you. Why are you here, Old Five?"

Old Five shrugged. "Curiosity, mostly. Wanted to see how things turned out for me in this timeline. And I must say, I'm impressed." He glanced at Y/N again, his expression softening slightly. "You got lucky, kid."

Young Five scowled. "Don't call me 'kid.' And yes, I did get lucky. Now, if you don't have any pressing business here, I'd appreciate it if you left."

Old Five chuckled. "Alright, alright. I'll go. But just remember, don't take what you have for granted."

With another bright flash of light, Old Five disappeared, leaving Young Five, Y/N, and Luther standing in the living room.

"Well, that was awkward," Luther said, scratching his head.

Y/N turned to Young Five, wrapping her arms around him. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," Five said, though his jaw was still clenched. "I just didn't expect to meet my older self today. And I certainly didn't expect him to hit on you."

Y/N laughed softly. "Well, I only have eyes for you, Five. No matter what timeline you're from."

Five's expression softened, and he kissed her forehead. "I know. And I love you for it."

Luther, trying to lighten the mood, clapped Five on the back. "Hey, at least now you know you'll age well."

Five rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, I guess so."

As they settled back on the couch, the tension slowly faded, leaving behind a strange sense of camaraderie. They had faced yet another bizarre situation, and once again, they had come out stronger together.

[ooliecat]

the raz vodello AU sucks because it's mostly used to fulfill the SashaMilla parent fantasy and also bash the aquatos in the same swing.

i've been thinking about this since yesterday and how i just loathe this AU based on the core premise it stands on.

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raz in this universe becomes a mcguffin(wrong word) raz becomes/or would realistically become a completely different character so then whats the point of it being raz. huh. huh?

raz's whole character is his hero personality and his determination to become a psychonaut. his precocious, smart alec, but nice nature. if he just starts his life in the psychonauts then whats his goal here? to be a psychonaut? borrring. he just becomes a nepo baby who follows the steps of his.. mother..

speaking of her.. MILLA. the stories don't even utilize her, the """"MOTHER""" in any interesting way. the character whos surname is in the title of The Thing.

(ok i'll be real right now i've never sat down and read a single story containing this Au i've just read the tvtropes page. once. which..like. why does it exist. and i could be completely wrong and its somehow the most well written character exploration study ever but.. come on. look me in the eyes and tell me you believe that. ha. ha. ha.)

the premise just uses her stance on children in most shallow way possible. like. whatever.

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Another thing. I dont like how in some variations of the story, Sasha just becomes the 'father.' like. how. Sasha and Milla aren't even together in CANON. How does adding a child make them get closer. In fact.. i think the chances of them getting together would actually be Lower because of Milla having a kid. like like like

hyperbolic joke..lol. i think sasha would be more like "he appreciates milla and would like to get closer but she's busy and i dont think its the best time."

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could the premise even be interesting? idk.. not without sacrificing something. are the aquatos In or Out? is the story about the relationship between raz and milla or raz and his real family? are you trying to go for Disney's tangled or something. is he already ten in this story. how did the scenario even happen. was he kidnapped or abandoned. was be a baby or some other age. are the aquatos unrealistically dicks, dead or unaware. if he found the circus then would he want to join? either answer doesn't matter. how about while we're at it, Sashas mother never died and that orphanage never burned down.

I think the premise is flawed from the start. but.. haha.. but, I will say this. I think it's kind of interesting to see a younger raz and milla interact. her and her experience and.. idk u get it or u dont. it's kind of cute and interesting. but thats the end of story.

another problem with younger versions of raz is that you run into the problem that he's 10yrs old (that's actually crazy does anybody realize how insane that is) and a year ago he was 9 and then 8 and 7 and 6 and 5 and 4 and 3 and oh you're not fully there in the hair. are you even a character anymore. are you even the Same character anymore.

also if you make the story about milla then why does it even have to be raz? cause he’s the mc? eyeroll. i mean.. lili's right there. cough.

if its about rebonding with the aquatos then is it a story about real family vs family that took care of you? maybe u can explore that but i dont care. in the end it could demonize his real parents or milla really easily. again, not the point i want to elaborate on.

how about you pick Peak instead. Make oleander the parent

he is able to be nice to kids.

he has his whole world domination plan(adopting a kid would just mean another soldier)

his plan to train/brainwash raz and then getting attached or whatever

you can have raz fight against his ‘parent.'

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im done but do you ever so engrossed in a piece of media that when you look back at the source material you wonder How Did We Get Here.