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liliannadelaphinehartifelt · 8 months ago

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Helloo!

Idk if you take requests , but could you maybe write a fic with Human!Alastor and male!reader where reader exaggerates his whole personality to comply with everyone else and is easily exhausted from it and Alastor "relaxses" reader in that way ?

Thank you in advance and have a good day !

Alastor - [ MASQUERADE ]

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A/N: This request really made me brainstorm but I've decided to break it into 2 parts. I hope you'll enjoy it! As always kindly lmk the artist of the fanart so I can tag them and give proper credit! ❤️

WARNINGS: [ SLIGHT NSFW ] + [ MDNI ] + [ SUGGESTIVE THEMES ] + [ MALE READER ] + [ FLUFF…if you squint ]

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“You're on air in ten minutes, Y/n. Pick it up before the host gets restless!”

Your so-called manager barked from the dressing room doorway, giving one last glare your way before strutting off, grumbling a string of curses you'd learned to ignore.

“Asshole…” you scoffed, turning back to the striped mirror of your vanity; the large bulbs that lit it gave enough light in the old stuffy backstage space, illuminating every detail of your appearance.

Not one thing could be out of place.

You wouldn't allow it, committed to your role as a rising preformer in the golden age of the stage, and conditioned to perfectionist standards from years of tribulations

Suffering behind a practiced smile won you your stardom. The ambiguous beauty you possessed helped immensely in your success on the silver screen, but the truest contributor to your fame was appeal.

Humourous, intellectual, but most crucial, sex appeal.

That's what kept your admires enthralled, permanently put you in the limelight from the start, and inevitably earned you considerable amounts of money.

You weren't opposed to being called a child of Dionysus himself, envied by those who wanted you. Still, the burden of putting on a show for everyone every day without giving them a glimpse of your faults was excruciating.

Yet, you chose the burden over sulking in the darkness, remaining among the ordinary when you so clearly had the makings of a star, and your status of high popularity among the masses was proof of it.

So be it if your cheeks ached from smiling at frivolous fans that your laugh sounded less like your own the more you forced it, that flirtations of others felt like empty praises, or that every project you agreed to felt less and less stimulating.

So fucking be it.

Fame is fickle; you knew this all too well, but your existence felt meaningless without it.

Empty.

All the world's riches, the undivided favor you garnered from the public, and the sparkling awards cluttered your penthouse display shelves…

Even with all that at your fingertips, you had yet to feel seen…

Seen and truly adored.

“Two fucking minutes! Get your ass in position. This interview is being broadcast live, remember?” your manager harped at you from the hall, causing you to grunt in frustration before yelling back, “Would you shut your trap?! Fucking hell…I'm coming!”

You set aside the whiskey glass in your left hand, ran your right through your recently styled hair, and checked your reflection one last time.

“It's only a radio show. One little interview and you can go home and get black-out drunk…” the idea of spending some much-deserved time alone after running around doing a press tour brought a sad smile to your face as you stood and exited the dim room.

This would be your last stop, an interview with Louisiana’s prided radio host, and the last person you'd need to put a show on for before returning home.

“Finally…” your manager grumbled as you stepped into the hall, giving you a once over as the two of you strolled down the hall towards the host recording area, “Don't fuck this up. People say this ones a real talker and can make or break ya..” he mumbled begrudgingly.

You paid his incessant pestering no mind, flashing him a suave smile as you both stopped before a heavy door, “Don't tell me you're starting to care about my reputation now? Thought you only saw me as a nice money grab…”

Your smile grew as laughter bubled in your chest, seeing the other slowly become agitated at your backhanded comments.

“Why, you little-”

“Oh, don't be rude, sir. You'll spoil my good mood, and god knows sour spirits bring bad luck,” you smirked, enjoying the scrunch of his nose as his expression reflected his true nature, but before he could snap, you pushed the door open and slipped into the soundproofed station room.

What a fucking pain he is…

You cursed the raging man outside, sighing softly as the sound of jazz lingered through the air and the smell of freshly brewed coffee mixed with a distinct cologne engulfed you.

The space felt and looked inviting, relaxing even, but what caught your attention was the man who occupied it.

He sat in a desk chair across the small room, facing a table full of controls and a mic to match. His face was lowered from the device, glasses resting comfortably on the bridge of his nose as he stared at what you assumed was a script for your conversation with him, but the simmering amazement overtook your curiosity about the paper he held you felt hearing him hum along to the song he was airing.

You didn't dare move an inch closer, satisfied with watching and listening to him from afar, oddly entrapped by the silent allure he cast.

It was no mystery that people loved the sound of his voice. You'd be fooling yourself if you said you hadn't found his commentary enchanting, but looking at him in the flesh, you were sure he'd flourish on the silver screen like no other.

He could indeed win the eyes of many…

Yours especially, and to some degree, he had already, but you hesitated to admit it even as he turned to face you.

Oh…. he is a beauty, that's for sure…

That was the singular thought in your mind as he smiled, standing from his seat before approaching you with all the confidence you'd merely portrayed.

“Hello there. You must be Y/n L/n. I'm Alastor Hartifelt. It's a pleasure to meet you, my friend!”

His voice was as smooth, melting into the background melodies inexplicably, and your heart lightened immensely as he held out a hand for you to shake.

“The..the pleasure is all mine, Mr. Hartifelt..” you inwardly scolded your delayed greeting, losing track of your practiced charm relatively quickly in his grasp. Still, in seconds, you recovered from the blunder while returning his smile.

Alastor took you in with a glance up and down your figure, cataloging every detail of your appearance out of habit, but when his gaze met yours, one thought crossed his perceptive mind.

Longing?

How curious…

You hid the familiar emotion well; seeing past the veil of contentment wasn't tricky, and though he was tempted to bring it forth.

You two shook hands briefly but firmly. Alastor stepped back, gliding his hand out to mention towards the recording station. “Come, have a seat, and please call me Alastor. We will be on air after all; formalities aren't necessary for an engaging broadcast.” His smile grew, emitting an unearthly kindness as you nodded in understanding before sitting in the chair opposite his.

“You make an excellent point, Alastor. I hope we enjoy each other's company.” You chuckle softly, feeling a tad nervous for a reason unknown but genuinely harboring a rise in excitement, hearing him respond promptly.

“I have no doubt we will…” Alastor muses more to himself, a delicate edge to his voice as he trailed behind you, and a certain twinge of intrigue rattled your spine at the implication.

For the first time in a long time, you weren't dreading the inclinations of your fame, gradually succumbing to the sparks of joy Alastor evoked with the most straightforward words and becoming surer of the fact as he took his seat next to you.

“Shall we begin?” he implies cheekily, and you reply in a quick, witty fashion, “We shall.”

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“Care for a drink, my friend? I believe we’ve earned ourselves a cold glass of whiskey… that is, If your evening is unreserved.” Alastor made the offer moments after switching your respective microphones off, quickly arranging the recording panel to a specific setting as he listened for your response.

Your mouth moved quicker than your mind; a distinct rush overtook at the thought of spending more time with the charismatic radio host, “I'd be delighted to join you. I must agree that our interview went quite well. It's rare to have an easy conversation with a stranger these days..”

Alastor raised a brow, sparing you a glance as he finished sliding keys and flicking switches into place to keep a calming stream of music lingering in his broadcast, “So, I'm still a stranger to you?… My, and I thought we were getting on so well…“

He spurs you casually, an air of hurt in his expression, and it stuns you, causing a red hue to rise on your cheeks, “Th-that's not at all what I meant, Alastor…” Your lower head twinges of embarrassment staining your consciousness, and for the third time that evening, Alastor had chipped away at your charm.

He enjoyed it….

Seeing you falter and conform to his standards, though you didn't need to, at any time, you could've remained indifferent to him and taken your leave the moment he shut your mic off, but you remained.

Solely because you'd grown attached to him or the defect he had on you.

Humbling, genuine understanding, but above all else, validation.

“My dear, I am only poking fun. I take no offense to your words, and I hope you'll grant me the same courtesy!” Alastor reached for you, thumb and forefinger slipping under your chin to lift it, and you obeyed his gesture with a soft smile. “Oh…I…”

You paused, swallowing thickly as he raised himself from the chair, head lowered toward yours as he stood above you.

Had he always been so tall?

So brooding?

You weren't entirely sure, but your heart raced, every nerve in your body tingled with anticipation as if you were a deer caught in his headlights, but you couldn't retreat or evade him.

“You what?..” Alastor cooed quietly, chocolate eyes on fire with an emotion you'd long forgotten but returned subconsciously.

Control.

You needed to be back in control, or the next breath between you two might lead to something…

Your mind played scenario after scenario, beginning to short circuit as he peered down at you, lips only inches from yours, and his other hand reaching to caress your cheek. His touch is searing, warmer than those you'd felt before, intentional, and your entire being buzzed in his grasp as if in a drunken stupor.

He was dangerous… able to tear through your facade easily, which was terrifying.

Polarizing.

Don't let him get any closer…

Keep him at a distance…

You've only just met him...

Warnings rang in your head, but your eyes lowered to his lips, and your voice remained quiet as you responded to his question.

“I" 'd like to have that drink before the night ends. Wouldn't you?"With a gentle nudge of your head and a soft laugh, you draw away from Alastor's touch. The space between you increases, and the ability to breathe becomes less strenuous as you stand to your feet, collecting your overcoat before slipping it on, "I'm not familiar with the city yet, so I'll leave it to you to show me around." The chipper in your tone amuses Alastor; you'd perfected the art of illusion so well that in the clutches of what some might consider an intimate moment, you balked and reclaimed sensibility like it never occurred, though you wished for it to carry on further.

He'd met and spoken to his fair share of actors, learned their ticks and telling habits, and used it against them when he saw benefit in toying with them.

However, being able to see right through you evoked another motive for the host, and he dared to think it was mutual.

"Well, I'd be honored to show you the ins and outs of this lively town I call home so long as you promise to keep up," Alastor retrieves his coat, a heavy jet black trench withered accents paired with matching hat, stylish in all the right ways -presumably warm to be in. Still, you were sure if he ventured into the night dressed like that, any stranger would fear him.

They had good reason to, but you didn't need to know why.

Not yet…

With a coy smile, you followed Alastor out of the station, matching his strides as he paved the way to a nearby speakeasy, "You'll find it quite entertaining, my friend. Few visit at this hour, but my dear Mimzy puts on a vine show regardless!" Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of Alastor being infatuated with another, for what reason you weren't sure, but your disappointment flashed clear in your eyes that he took it upon himself to clarify his remark.

"She is an old and loyal acquaintance. Nothing more. Nothing less."

You perked up at the explanation, face burning with a blush as you raised both hands to dissuade his interpretation of your expression, "I understand. You needn't explain anything to me-"

Alastor halted in his tracks, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he peered at you curiously, "Hm, so you did assume we were something to begin with?..."

Shit, was I that obvious?...

"Not at all..." you lie, as calm as ever but internally conflicted.

How could he go about messing with you so boldly?..

And why did it excite you?..

"Your eyes say otherwise, my friend..." he counters your nervous reply with a smug smirk, beginning to walk off as if he wasn't toying with your head, "My eyes?..." you whisper in response.

"They are the doorway to the soul...I've learned to walk through said doors, and you, my dear, hide a lot of fears behind them." Alastor chuckles, ears tingling as you reclaim your spot at his upon reaching your destination. Still, you're less concerned with the dark alley lit with a singular neon sign situated above a heavy lead door and more worried about what he is implying regarding your emotions.

Who was he to know anything?

Sure, he was pleasant to be around, an avid intellectual with a knack for continuing conversation with you, and you had no reason to believe he'd been faking his friendliness to you from the start...

That still gave him no right analyzing you, prod at your exterior with more confidence than necessary, and you intended to let him know it.

A glare beset your expression, mouth open to speak, but you weren't allowed to do so as the lead door swung open.

Alastor guided you close to his side as a gaggle of patrons spilled from the doorway, ranting and raving about the time they had inside. Their rowdy behavior irked him, but you did not comment on the matter as he placed a hand on your back to lead you inside after their dysfunctional departure.

“Drunken idiots,” he mumbled begrudgingly, and for the first time you'd seen the radio host truly bothered. He'd been so composed during your interview, inviting and flirtatious on and off the air, so getting a glimpse of his annoyed state felt like a treat.

At least you knew he had flaws, insignificant but telling ones.

“Um. Alastor, you can..” you paused, unsure if you wanted to let him know he was still holding onto your waist as he led you inside the dim speakeasy. Alastor hummed, irritation gone, and his coy smile widening as you shuffled alongside him. “Y-you can let me go now.”

“Oh, nonsense, my dear! I wouldn't want you to run into unsavory characters like the ones that just passed..”

He quickly navigated the lingering crowd, clearly familiar with the club's layout, and you marbled at its unique atmosphere as he led you through it. “I can handle myself, Alastor,” you tried again to reason, but Alastor was quick to give a response as he ushered you to sit at an unoccupied lounge chair complete with a table and lamp.

“I'm sure you can but I'm rather fond of keeping you close.” He sat next to you after setting his coat and hat aside.

What did he mean by that?..

“How selfish of you,” you feigned disappointment as he shifted to face you with a soft chuckle leaving his lips, “Would you be so kind as to forgive my greed for your attention?” Alastor stares you down, noting how you bite your lip, another nervous tick you'd yet to disregard in his presence. “I'll consider it if you buy me a drink or two..”

The suggestion was meant to sound confident, unmothered by the mounting pressure in your chest, but it came out breathless. You were sure that you'd mastered the art of indiffenece, permanently established a mask of charm, but as much as you wished to maintain the certainty…

Alastair disproved it with little more than a gesture or equally compelling word.

It was unsettling, intoxicating too, but undeniably riveting.

“A small price to pay,” he mumbled, eyes lowering to your lips as you laughed softly and leaned back to admire the other patrons roaming or dancing around. “I never said I was cheap..” you taste him, gaze drifting to him as he shifted closer. You wanted to jump out of your skin as his arm came to rest behind you, head lulling to ward your cheek as he breathed into your ear. The resulting warmth made you shiver, quickening your breaths, and your body tingled with intrigue.

“No…” Alastor affirmed your jest, free hand raising your chin, tilting your head to face him as he continued, “…but you are desperate to be loved. One might say that's just as inappropriate, mon Cher..”

His tone dripped with condensation, a sensual purr loud enough to drown out the jazz and chatter surrounding you, and for a moment, he was all you could comprehend.

You should've felt angry, unsettled even, but his words struck a more profound emotion.

Comfort.

You weren't crazy, a constant wonder for the masses to marvel at and never care about.

Alastor could see you.

He wanted to…

“And so what if I am? Why would it concern you?..” there was no harsh undertone to your question, and it earned a sultry hum of amusement from him. “You've interested me, so I must not ignore your charade. I'm partial to the truth of a person, and you, my dear, abandon it in the hopes of success..”

Spot on.

It is shamelessly hurtful but direct nonetheless.

You clicked your tongue dismissively, attempting to turn your head away from his grasp, but Alastor held you tighter.

A glare crossed your face at the brushing grip he established, but a pool of excitement rushed to your crotch as well.

“I'm not one of your scripts to read, Alastor..” you scoff, rolling your eyes to make your point clear, but he isn't affected by the arrogant gesture.

“My apologies if it seems that way, but my intention to know you, inside and out, is purely innocent...”

“I find that hard to believe…” you retort, very aware of the minimal space between you two, and it became harder to focus on anything else but his soft lips that were stretched thin into a smile.

God, I was doomed from the beginning… you think to yourself as you laugh at your shameless line of sight. “Believe what you wish, my friend, but I enjoy being the object of affection..”

“That's inappropriate to suggest,” you mutter, face burning with blush and your hands raising to grip his wrist and collar. Alastor hummed, amused by your denial, “Mm, I suppose it is…would you like another apology?”

You shake your head, tugging him in by the collar of his shirt, eyes lifting to his, full of determination, “A kiss will do just fine…”

He holds your gaze, checking for mockery, but there is none. “That's the first honest thing you've said all night, mon cher,” Alastor points out in a hushed tone, lowering his head to place a slow kiss on your lips as they pull into a satisfied smile.

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I rewatched Heartstopper for this. Was it helpful? Yes. Did it make me cry harder than the first time I watched it? Also, yes. Will I forever love that show?… (yes). Again, this is just part 1! The second half is being drafted. Please look forward to it. I'm not sure it'll include smut…but I'll debate on that later.

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He's so cheekyyyy but I love him for it hehe like he’s just the right amount of ‘cocky asshole’ ya know? ❤️ credit to creator!

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pluto-supremacy · 7 months ago

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Well firstly hello, i really like your writing it's amazing i have a request so it goes like this

Any Marauders or poly (whatever you are comfortable with) x ftm reader idk maybe coming out to them the fluff kinda hurt/comfort i really wanna see how tou would write them anything is okay with me thanks

Poly Marauders Fic: Our Tweety

➼ First thank you! I wasn't sure which marauders you wanted included, so I went with all four of them! Tbh now I feel like I need to make headcanons for each of the marauders, so if you guys want that lmk! I also went more of a fluff route than hurt/comfort, I hope that's okay!

➼ All the marauders are dating each other already but not the reader

➼ Just as a general aside: there is no one right way to dress, act, or feel as a trans person. In this fic the reader is described as a bit more as a 'stereotypical' trans person, just to try and make it easier to relate to. By no means do you need to have short hair, dress masculine, dislike certain parts of your body, etc., to be trans. All that matters is how you personally identify, how you feel in your own skin.

➼ No beta we die like Regulus

➼ Warnings: None! This turned out a lot longer than I first anticipated though-

Fanart is not mine! Credit goes to @upthehillart, go show her some love!

It was Saturday, a day that should have been restful. Instead James was banging pots and pans he got from Merlin-knows-where bright and early in the boy's dormitory. "Up and at-em! Quidditch practice! Wake up!" he rang out, a chorus of groans answering back as well as a pillow being chucked in his general direction. It landed on the floor in front of James, not doing any damage. Unfortunately. "Are you trying to wake the dead?" Remus groaned, pulling the covers up over his and Sirius' head. They had slept together last night while Peter had crawled into James' bed. Really what they needed to do was push their beds all together so that they wouldn't be crammed between two beds. Plus Peter squirmed a lot in his sleep so he'd stop falling off the bed in the middle of the night. Even if it was funny when that happened.

You were spared from the chaos in the boy's dormitory, the girl's dormitory was still nice and quiet. Everyone still asleep bar from you. Recently you had been reflecting a myriad of things. One being the fact that you liked four different guys at once. Four guys that were all dating each other. Well, four people technically, Sirius was genderfluid, though last time you asked he was currently going by he/they. Which was another thing. Sirius came out a few months ago and since then you had been thinking. He described it as never feeling always like a guy, sometimes he felt more feminine. Othertimes he felt, as he described it, 'in between', or that he didn't care, or neither. You didn't really think that was possible before.

Of course everyone in Gryffindor Tower was supportive. Or everyone for the most part, including you. Lily had made Sirius little bracelets with pronouns he could wear if he wanted, his boyfriends were of course happy that Sirius was comfortable enough to reveal that to them. All of that helped you come to the realization that you never really felt like a girl. You didn't like how your hair looked when it got super long, you wore baggier clothes to try and hide your chest, swapped out the usual uniform skirt for trousers, and showers? Those were hard. You hated looking down at your body most of the time and tried to get out of there as soon as possible. Sure every now and then you may have wanted to wear a dress or skirt, or something considered 'girly', but that didn't mean that you felt like a girl when wearing those things.

It was scary and confusing, trying to figure it out. Perhaps if you had talked it out with someone the realization would've came sooner or easier. Either way you ended up at the same conclusion. You were a guy, a man, a wizard. Not a girl, a woman, or a witch. It was almost freeing to figure that out. Or at least it would be if fear wasn't consuming the forefront of your mind.

That's why you were up so early while your classmates slept around you. You were trying to figure out what to do. You wanted to tell people, maybe even see if you could get switched to the boy's dormitory. But that fear was winning out. Despite how kind everyone was to Sirius when they came out, what if that same grace wasn't extended to you? What would people in other houses think? Professors? Would anyone even start calling you a guy? Would they use the new name you had decided on trying out? There were so many unknows, and the unknown was frightening.

Eventually you had spent enough time stewing in the dorms and moved down to the common room for a change of scenery and a nice fire. When you plopped down on the red velvet couch that's when the stampede from the boy's dorms came down. The first wave was excited second years in their quidditch jerseys, then the tired older quidditch players, then the marauders. James was as energetic as ever, Sirius not too terribly far behind him, Remus half asleep, and Peter practically sleepwalking. Remus was currently using his crutches, walking over and sitting down on the couch next to you. Peter followed suit and sat on the other side of you.

"One of James' early morning practices?" you asked already knowing the answer. Peter groaned in response, slumping against the pillows. Just like that he was back asleep. "Yes. I think he snuck into the kitchens to get our wake up call this morning" Remus mumbled, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. James just looked so proud of himself. He leaned over the couch and pressed a kiss to the top of Remus and Peter's heads before grabbing Sirius' hand. "We're off! Be back in a few hours. Keep Tweety company, will you?"

That damn nickname. You both loved and hated it. James nicknamed you 'Tweety Bird' after you discovered your patronus. A small yellow bird, a Hooded Warbler. "We will Prongs. Or at least I will. Petey is down for the count" Remus chuckled slightly, setting his crutches aside. With the crowd gone you had Remus' full attention. "You're up early. The pots and pans reach the girl's dormitory?" he asked, adjusting a few pillows on the couch to try and get comfortable. "No, just..thinking" real specific.

"About what?" was of course the next thing the werewolf asked. You were quiet for a while, Peter's soft snores the only thing filling the air. Remus patiently waited for an answer, a bit of concern in his eyes at the silence. After a moment he had to ask a follow up question. "Everything alright? Something bothering you? I'll listen if you want to talk. The other's don't need to know."

That broke down what resolve you had left. You didn't realize this but you had been getting worked up in that short amount of time, you face feeling a bit hot and hands shaking. "I'm a guy. I want to go by Y/N." you blurted out. There, it was out in the world now. No taking it back. You were staring down at your feet, trying to expect the worst. Remus let out a small hum then held his hand out. "Well Y/N, I'm Remus, pleased to make your acquaintance" he smiled. That earned a chuckle out of you ask you shook his hand, feeling a little better already. "You're..you're okay with it?"

He almost looked confused. "Well why wouldn't I be? You're my friend, Tweety. No matter your gender, orientation, what have you. And when you want to tell the others they'll have the exact same sentiments" he promised. Though that did mean that he needed to change a few things around for a surprise the four of them had planned. "Am I the first person you've told?" to which you responded with a nod. "Yeah, you're the first. And Peter if he can hear us in his little mini coma. I want to tell them after practice, then just..bring it up to everyone else when it comes up, I guess" it's not like you wanted to call a house-wide meeting about this.

"That makes sense. Sirius and James will likely be a while. James created a new training routine he's trying out. Ever since Slytherin won the cup last year he hasn't eased up. I think if we lose again his head might explode" it was an outrage in the tower after Slytherin won. James and Sirius lead that outrage. Remus as the announcer swore up a storm over the microphone. House points were certainly deducted that day. "All I'm hearing is that the newbies on the team are going to be regretting joining the team" you chuckled. There was a reason why you didn't join the team, and it was James' rigorous training schedule.

For the next two hours you and Remus hung out on the couch, Peter waking up around halfway through. When you first told him the big news he simply blinked at you a few times and went "Huh?" He didn't mean anything by it, poor man had just woken up from a deep sleep. Once he was more awake and could process what you said he was of course happy for you, pulling both you and Remus in for a hug to celebrate. Around breakfast time, the quidditch team came up. As you expected all the first-year players looked miserable. Really everyone did as they marched back up the stairs to lay down. Even Sirius looked bushed. James was the only one still smiling and bouncing with energy. How he did it, no one really knew.

"Moony! Moony our boyfriend killed me! I think I need some mouth to mouth to be saved" He exclaimed, dramatically draping over both the couch and Remus. The wizard rolled his eyes and lightly nudged Sirius. "I think you'll be fine. You sign up for this torture year after year." "What can I say? I'm a masochist" he said with a cheeky grin. James sat down between you and Peter, brushing some hair out of his eyes. "My training isn't that bad! Everyone else is just being dramatic. If you think that's bad just wait til our practice after dinner" that was followed by a groan and loud complaining from all. "Speaking of dramatics, can you two spare them for a moment so I can tell you something?"

For once both Sirius and James were quiet, their attention fully on you. Remus gave you a small nod of encouragement, gesturing for you to take a deep breath. You did so and looked between Sirius and James. "I'm trans. I want to start going by Y/N, he/him." it was a lot easier to say now that it was the third time and yu had already gotten two amazing reactions. Sirius and James didn't dissapoint. Both were smiling brightly and suddenly you were being tackled in a hug by both of them, Peter throwing himself on top of the dog pile and dragging Remus along with him.

"Mate that's bloody amazing!" James chuckled out happily "One of us! One of us!" Sirius playfully chanted, poking your arm. "Does that mean I can get first dibs on all your old skirts and dresses?"

That was all a week ago. Sirius had helped you pick out new clothes on a trip to Hogsmeade while James insisted on picking up the tab. Peter had accompanied you to each of your classes to help you explaim to your professors about your name and pronoun change. Meanwhile Remus had been hard at work in the headmaster's office to get a few things changed around.

Today was the day of that big change. One you had no idea of. James simply told you to meet him in the common room. Then a blindfold was covering your eyes. "James if you lead me to the window and push-" "I would never! How dare you even suggest such a thing!" he gasped in mock offense. "No no! We just have a big surprise planned and you don't get a sneak peak. Stairs, stairs" he warned, helping you up a rather large flight of stairs. But what stairs? You two were just in the common room, the only two staircases were to the dormitories. Even then the girl's staircase was enchanted so that no boys could walk up them. So then-

Suddenly the blindfold was off before you could even complete that thought. You were now in the boy's dormitory, all of your things on the bed in front of you. Bedding, clothes, posters, school supplies, everything. All of the marauders were standing around with big smiles on their faces, though Peter seemed a bit nervous, his cheeks a light pink color. "I talked with Dumbledore and arranged for you to be moved to the boy's dormitory. We had Lily get your things. Though we can move it all back, if you don't want-" "I love it!" You interrupted, rushing to hug all four of them. "Thank you guys, seriously. I was nervous about asking myself"

"Of course Tweety. Though there is something else" Sirius said as he pulled away from the embrace. James looked excited, Peter was now clinging onto Remus. The energy had seemed to shift a bit, in what way you couldn't tell. "Well what else is there? You guys giving e money or something?" you teased with a small smile. That made Sirius chuckle, shaking his head. "No, no. We were all actually wondering..if you wanted to join the polycule?" he asked, giving you a hopeful look. "We all like you, we have for a while but didn't really know how to ask you" James added on. "We were afraid we'd scare you off, y'know, four people fancying you. I know it's a lot" Remus spoke up.

How two amazing things happened in one day, you have no clue. The four people you had felt guilty about liking all liked you back. Merlin if this was a dream you didn't want to wake up. For a moment you forgot to even respond, a bit of panic settling in on their faces. "Oh! Ah yes! Yes sorry, sorry I forgot to even say it out loud." you laughed, smiling from ear to ear. James was the first to tackle you into a hug onto his bed. Well, more accurately, his, Remus', and Peter's beds. They had gone through with their plan of pushing the beds together and just hadn't done Sirius' yet. The other three were quick to follow, all smiling and forming a pile on the beds.

"Bloody hell I thought you were going to say know at first-" Peter chuckled out, resting his head on Sirius' chest right next to Remus. "No! No. I've liked you all for a while, I just..I just didn't think you felt the same way." "Well we do, so clear your schedule Tweety. We'll get all your stuff put away today..after a nap." James declared, struggling to pull enough blankets over everyone. And how could you say no to that? You settled into your place in the cuddle pile, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around James. James did the same for you, reaching one arm a bit further to also be touching Sirius. Sirius had Remus basically laying on top of him and Peter curled up in his side. That's how you all settled in for a rather long nap, and you hadn't been this happy in years.

#marauders #james potter #remus lupin #sirus black #peter pettigrew #marauders fic #dead gay wizards #the marauders era #marauders era #marauders x reader #marauders x y/n #marauders x you

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aftgficrec · 1 year ago

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Hi! You guys are great! Are there any where the other Foxes or someone on the outside thinks Andrew is cheating on Neil or vice versa, but it's not true? Like, someone thinks they know more than they do, but Andrew and Neil are perfectly happy together. Not breakup fics, though. Thanks!

We could not find a lot for this. There could be some implied cheating buried in longer fics, or it might be untagged and our searches aren't hitting. For actual cheating angst, check out our tag. -A

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Best Romance Fiction

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Best Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Artwork

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Best Angst Artwork

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Best Doujinshi Artwork

Fanbased and fan made manga based on Inuyasha; art and story combined in manga form.

Best Redraw Artwork

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Best NSFW Artwork

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Best InuKag Romance Artwork

Any romantic depiction of Inuyasha and Kagome.

Best SessKag Romance Artwork

Any romantic depiction of Sesshomaru and Kagome.

Best Romance Artwork

Any romantic depiction of two or more of the characters of Inuyasha (excluding InuKag and SessKag)

Best Group Depiction Artwork

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Best Line Artwork

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Best Overall Artwork

The quality, time, thought, and emotion that went into this piece is what would make it worthy of this nomination. Please take note: The general idea is not the “best of what’s nominated” or “best of show.” It is a category created specifically for art appreciation. That means that even if the characters are OOC, AU, or not drawn in anime style, etc., the ART itself is worthy of praise.

#feudalconnection #fct22023 #get ready

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flowersofstarlight · 2 months ago

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Hello, everyone! My name is “Connie” (or Flower if you want to call me that) and welcome to my art! Here is my persona. And yes, I like flowers and stars, which is why my social media is called “FlowersOfStarlight”. 💖💜💕🌸🌼🌟✨🌌

(This is a redraw of my persona incase you’re wondering)

I am a hobbyist artist who likes to draw. I am autistic and a Taiwanese-American. Both my parents were born in Taiwan and many of my family members speak Chinese and English. But I only speak English.

I only know several words that I can speak in Chinese like “Hello”, “Bye”, “Thank you”, “Happy Lunar New Year”.

I mainly draw fanarts from my favorite games, series, and movies. I like to draw my favorite characters and ideas I want to draw. I’m about to turn 22 this year, and my birthday is on December 9. So, you can either draw my OCs or my persona as a birthday gift or say “Happy Birthday” in the comment or reblog when I post a gif on my birthday.

But I want to mention to you that I do NOT do requests, art trades, collab, and ships that you want me to draw. I’m NOT interested and there are many reasons why I don’t do those unless it’s my friends who I trusted. So please do not ask me to draw something you want me to draw, especially that I don’t feel comfortable with. I only draw what I want to draw. And I am busy in college doing assignments, so it may take a week or more to post new art.

Anyway, when I draw fanarts in my free time, I sometimes like to either color or sketch them depending on my mood and if I feel like I want to color my drawings or not. I don’t do digital drawings because I’m more comfortable drawing with paper and color pencils only. I don’t have any drawing tablets and I’m not interested in it. I much prefer traditional drawing.

The fandoms I’m currently in are Welcome Home, Hello Puppets, and the Smiling Critters. My favorite games are Kirby, Sonic the Hedgehog, Mega Man (classic), Minecraft: Story Mode, Poppy Playtime, Hello Puppets, Gravity Circuit, Little Nightmares, Undertale, and Deltarune. I don’t play video games anymore, I only watch gameplays on YouTube.

My number one favorite shows I really enjoyed watching are Amphibia and The Owl House. Avatar: The Last Airbender and Gravity Falls are also my favorite and were my childhood.

So yeah. That’s all I want to mention. 😊💖✨

#my persona #original art #traditional drawing #tradtional art #drawing #my artwork #drawing art #my art #flowers

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kebriones · 4 months ago

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hi there! good luck on ur driving exam lol, may you pass with the ease of morning dew sliding off the petals of a flower :)

anyhow, have you ever considered drawing hijabi characters? specifically in ancient greek-esque robes (idk if theres a name for that sorry if i got it wrong)

my third hyperfixation before last was greek mythology and i really loved (trying) to draw the way the fabric drapes on the body and such, which led me to experimenting with motifs and accessories to make something hijab friendly just for fun

so i was wondering since ur requests i believe are open if you would like to join me in my little marble pavilion off the coast to ponder the matter over some white cheese and watermelon...

the white cheese my family makes typically has black sesame seeds in them, and the watermelons here have seeds too (also black), so this picture is a bit jarring to me lol

Thank you so much!!!

To be honest, i haven't considered that, i think mostly because I'm not familiar with islam, in the same way that i wouldn't generally put catholic or protestant or hindu etc aspects in my art because I'm not familiar with them, and with religions I think one mustn't use stuff willy-nilly if it's not their own.

If I feel the need to do that in the future I will do significant research first. That's not to say I wouldn't do it for a commission or if it's fanart for an existing character etc. like, if there's a hijabi character in a movie i like and I decided to do an ancient greece au i can see myself drawing that for sure!

Back when I was taking a course on arabic culture in uni we were taught mostly about the history and architecture and some of the very basics of islam, and not nearly enough about clothing so it didn't help give me a good visual library for characters unfortunately :/

In general, clothing and outfits aren't my strong suit so i don't often have great ideas for unique fits. If I could i would be giving everyone t-shirts and shorts haha.

My requests aren't currently open (with the exception of maybe Alcibiades or the iliad requests because I'm weak), as I'm struggling a lot to finish my ongoing commissions, but that watermelon and cheese offer sure is tempting ahhh 🤤

(I don't like black sesame but omg that sounds like something my mom would love)

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karatekels · 1 year ago

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Finally! For so long there was almost no Gus content (I remember one great post with headcanons from @terrence-silver and some lovely fanarts here and there but that's it). I can't wait to read your stories!

Since you mentioned you're waiting for asks could your write a story about reader being undercover cop trying to infiltrate Gus and his group but he finds out and decides to punish her?

Hello everyone, I've missed you! Thanks for bearing with me through the combination of life and getting shadowbanned. This request is one I had initially planned to add to Dark Desires October, but we're well past that now, so just enjoy! This is going to have a very dark second chapter and then a short epilogue, so stay tuned!

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TW: Crime, stalking, domestic violence (referenced), assault or murder (implied, off-screen), slipping someone drugs, abduction [and it will only get worse from here]

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In Deep Water

Chapter 1: Making Waves

You check the watch on your wrist again; it’s nearly four o’clock in the morning. The sun will be rising soon – you have to get out of here quickly.

You take one last crack at the safe, holding your breath as you try to work out the combination, your earpiece connected to a diaphragm that lets you hear the tiniest clicks from within the safe like a stethoscope. There’s a clunk, and you barely keep yourself from letting out a cry of victory as you pull open the door to the safe, your gloved hands greedily reaching in and pulling out the binders of bonds. You slip them into the bag on your back before resetting the safe and hightailing it out of there, your footsteps barely audible.

Once you’re out of the building you keep to the shadows as you make your way to the nearby docks, trying to keep your pace measured to avoid attracting unwanted attention on the off-chance somebody was awake and watching. Your target was a smaller, lesser crime family, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t dangerous.

You make it to the docks just before sunrise, joining three other men in ski masks and hoods, identical bags slung over their shoulders. Right on schedule, The Lucky Mermaid drives up, stopping right at the edge of the dock and allowing you all to quickly hop aboard, disappearing out into the open ocean – you would put some time and distance between the boat and the warehouse you had just hit before looping around and returning to shore.

You all make your way into the cabin where the captain is steering the ship, the five of you crowded in the cramped space. Everyone else towers over you – they were big, tough-looking men, far more like the stereotypical criminal than your own short, slender frame. The captain in particular can barely stand upright in the cabin, his messy brown curls hanging in his eyes as he looks down at you, slightly stooped over.

“You get ‘em?” he asks you with a sly grin. You nod, pulling off your bag and opening it to reveal its contents. Gus thumbs through the bonds, his hand briefly brushing yours as you hold the bag open for him, and your breath hitches at the contact.

“Nice work,” he praises you, clapping you on the shoulder with a large hand and giving it a squeeze. “Bit of a rush, isn’t it?” he says knowingly, his blue eyes bright. You grin at him, tugging off your ski mask and letting your hair down.

“It’s definitely more enjoyable stealing from the competition!” you agree, smiling at him before pulling your hoodie over your head. You add your mask and hoodie to the bag one of the crew holds out for you and put on your favourite blue one; the sea breeze is chilly, and you want to differentiate yourself from the shadowy figure in dark clothing that had just stolen hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of bonds.

The others add their gear to the bag, which is then stowed in the storage compartment under one of the benches, out of sight.

“Well, I think we all agree that you have more than earned a place for yourself on my crew, Y/N,” Gus tells you with a warm smile, the rest of the team murmuring their agreement, and you lift one side of your mouth in a lopsided grin.

“Of course I have,” you say with mock-arrogance. “None of you big oafs could have fit through that window!”

The others laugh good-naturedly, gradually shuffling off to find a flask to warm their bodies or a corner to rest in; the day had just begun, but your shifts were over. You stay standing next to Gus, still unaccustomed to being at sea and needing to look out on the horizon to prevent yourself from getting nauseated. You’re both quiet for awhile, not speaking until he begins to steer the boat in a wide turn, heading for Harbour Manor.

“You’re sure that I’m good enough to be on your crew?” you ask Gus hesitantly, worrying your lower lip between your teeth as you look up to him.

“Good enough?” he repeats incredulously, raising an eyebrow at you. “Sweetheart, you’re going to be my secret weapon!”

You give him a shy smile at his reassurance, and he grins at you, his eyes lingering long enough that you feel the need to repress a sudden shiver. His faith in you isn’t something to be taken lightly; he was fairly high up in Malcolm’s ever-expanding mob, having risen through the ranks over the years. For him to have taken you under his wing in just over a month was nothing short of a miracle considering his paranoia, especially when it came to women; there's a reason that you are the only girl on his crew.

One of the other members of Gus’s team had spoken to you briefly about it, once – Gus hadn’t worked with a woman since his ex-wife, Natalie, who had betrayed him and ran off with some guy (and his money) a couple of years ago. Apparently Gus had been infuriated for ages, before seeming to bottle it up suddenly one day and channel it into aggressively working his way up to the upper echelon of Malcolm’s organization. Regardless, you being accepted into his crew is no small feat.

You’d gotten the sense that maybe he was interested in you – you’d felt his eyes on you before you’d even spoken, that first day you had seen each other, before you had even done anything worth catching his eye, so presumably you were somewhat attractive to him. You’d caught him still staring as you snatched an inattentive businessman’s wallet, and initially thought that he was going to rat you out, his eyes glittering as they tracked your movements. But he hadn’t; in fact, he’d pointed the man in the wrong direction, giving you the opportunity to slip away. Your mouth had dropped open in surprise, and all he’d done was wink at you before you both moved to disappear into the crowd.

You’d gone out of your way to “accidentally” run into him again on more than one occasion, introducing yourself and making small talk, never once bringing up the circumstances of your first encounter. Then he started taking the initiative, showing up at places he knew you would be. And then, one day, he’d taken you to the shore to look at this very boat, asking if you wanted to work with him and what that entailed. It was a far more sustainable way to get by than your petty, solo thieving, and you had eagerly accepted the opportunity, both of you very obviously pleased you could spend more time together.

“Earth to Y/N!” Gus teases, pulling you out of your reminiscing. You blink a few times, looking up at him with embarrassment. “What were you just thinking about so hard, huh?” he asks with a grin.

“Oh jeez, I’m sorry!” you apologize sheepishly. “I was just thinking about…” you bite your lip nervously, trying to build up the nerve to tell him. “…about how different my life is going to be now. Because of you,” you tell him, trying to convey the depth of your gratitude in your gaze. “Thank you, Gus, for giving me a chance to make something of myself.”

For one long moment, Gus stares at you deeply, his expression unreadable. You find yourself fighting to keep still and maintain eye contact with him. Eventually he blinks, lifting one corner of his mouth in a smile.

“Yeah well, don’t let me down, alright?” he says, and you give him a mocking salute, biting your tongue to keep your face neutral.

Gus eventually pulls the boat into the marina, and the other members of the crew hop out and begin tying off the boat.

“Let’s go, Y/N – we’ll need to keep all of this in one place!” one of the crewmates calls to you from the dock, beckoning you to disembark The Lucky Mermaid and join them.

“Actually, I need to chat with Y/N for awhile longer,” Gus cuts in with a tone of finality that leaves no room for argument. He pulls the backpack off of you and tosses it to the crew. “Take hers with you, Alex.”

The man immediately obeys, throwing your bag over his other shoulder, and the three men move to shore. You turn to look up at Gus, trying not to be nervous – this is the first time you’ve been alone with him since you had first started talking, and this is definitely a more secluded location than your previous, public encounters.

“We should do something to celebrate your first successful job. Are you free for dinner tonight?” he asks, getting right to the point. You find yourself gaping at him.

“You… you want to take me to dinner?” you stammer, somewhat incredulous, and you’re sure you must be blushing like mad right about now. Gus seems to be taking in your butterflies with a good deal of amusement, giving you a charming smile. “Like a date?”

“Maybe. It could be,” he says, shrugging his big shoulders and trying to play it off casual. “I had to make sure you were good to run with us before anything else, and now I have. So how about it?”

“I… yeah,” you reply eagerly, still processing the surprising invitation. “I mean, yes, Gus, I’d love to!” you tack on, flustered, and his grin widens.

“Great! How’s Brigoli’s, 7 o’clock?”

That would give you the day to catch up on sleep, maybe get some other work done, and still have time to make yourself look presentable.

“Sounds perfect, Gus. I’ll see you tonight!” you beam at him before nimbly hopping onto the dock, heading for home.

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The minute you get home and lock your front door behind you, you collapse back against the door, clapping a hand over your mouth. It had worked; you were in with Gus’s gang, and he wanted a more intimate relationship with you.

You desperately want to take a shower and nap, but you need to update your report before you started forgetting details. You head into your bedroom, removing the picture hanging on the wall to reveal a hole concealing a laptop and a wireless router; you leave your badge and gun tucked in the corner of the hidden area.

Opening the computer, your eyes briefly skim the report in progress. You had been investigating Malcolm’s gang for over a year now, and had been looking at Gus in particular for the past four months. After two months of recon, it was determined that you would be the best candidate to go undercover as a petty thief in the hopes of attracting his attentions and getting close.

And you had.

You’d known it was a risk, getting a dangerous, temperamental guy with a history of DV to be interested in you, but if you succeeded in your ruse and got in close, you would be privy to everything in time. And you suppose it wasn’t all acting – Augustus Travis was scum, an abusive man and a criminal through-and-through, but he was more than easy on the eyes. You allowed yourself to check him out during your time together – it would only strengthen your disguise (or so you told yourself).

You take off your shirt, retrieving the tiny camera stashed in your bra, and connect it to the laptop, placing both back in the hidden alcove and replacing the painting. The videos you had taken could back up while you took a shower, but you could never be too careful, and didn’t want to risk leaving such important evidence out unattended, even in your own home.

You hop in the shower, the hot water helping to relax your tight muscles – you found you were always tense these days, the pressure of being caught overwhelming – and try to think of a to-do list while you wash up.

You were scheduled to meet your handler later on today at a local café to give him an update. Jacob was an old friend that you'd trained at the academy with, and it had been decided that having him liaise with you would be safer than one of the more local cops – he shouldn’t be recognized. In some ways, you found interacting with Jacob more difficult with Gus. It was much harder to stay in character when you were talking to someone who actually knew the real you.

You’d check the video uploads once you were out of the shower, nap for a few hours, put together the updated report and print it out to take with you to the meeting. There are a few photographs in particular of the inside of Harbour Manor – what the team had seized in a recent heist, before you had been added to the team – that would go a long way in a criminal trial against Gus, Malcolm, and the whole group. You’d probably get back from meeting Jacob in the late afternoon, giving yourself a bit of time to unwind and prepare for your dinner with Gus.

This was going to work; you could handle playing house with the man.

You’d have to.

Gus’s POV:

Gus shows up outside your house just after noon, after having rested up a bit at the Manor. He liked keeping an eye on you, even if that was only in the form of watching your house while you slept the day away, telling himself that it was just to make sure you weren’t lying to him.

Perhaps it was a bit more than that.

He needed to be sure that you were safe, that you were coming back to him; he needed you in ways he’s not entirely comfortable with.

He hasn’t felt this way since Nat.

He thinks you might be better.

Yeah, maybe he’s being a bit overzealous – you’d only just agreed to go out with him today, after all – so what? He was devoted, committed, passionate. Women appreciated that.

The tinted windows of Alex’s car afford him the perfect view of the front of your house – he knew you would recognize his own vehicle, and he doesn’t want you knowing about the depth of his desires quite yet. You’re probably still asleep; it had been a long night. Perhaps he could slip in just to pay you a visit, just to take in the sight of you at your most vulnerable…

Your front door opens suddenly and he jumps slightly despite himself. Just where the hell did you think you were going?

You’re dressed better than you usually are when you’re looking to swipe a few wallets, and you’re on the phone with someone. He opens the app on his phone that allows him to listen in through the bug he’d planted under your mailbox – being one of Malcolm’s top guys had its perks, and after the incident with his ex-wife, he’d learned to keep track of what was his.

“ –there in about half an hour. No, not the Sea urchin Café, the Seahorse Café!” you clarify, and Gus’s jaw clenches. “Yeah, I’m looking forward to seeing you too! Bye.”

You hang up and walk down the path to your driveway, getting into your car and driving off without a second thought. He debates following, but it would be too suspicious. Plus, he already knows where you’re going.

Scrolling through the contacts on his phone, he finds Frankie’s number. Frankie was an… associate… that worked as a waiter at the Seahorse Café. It provided him ample opportunities to eavesdrop, and it was much easier to conduct ‘business’ in broad daylight when someone on the inside was there to help set things up and keep things quiet. Gus had him stationed at the Café and Louie at Brigoli’s; he’d long since made a habit of having eyes everywhere, since he (regrettably) couldn’t be everywhere at once.

He dials the phone.

“Hey, Frankie? It’s Gus. I need a favour.”

He rattles off the request, giving him your general description and asking him to keep an eye out for you… and whoever you met with. As soon as Frankie is satisfied with his promised payment, Gus hangs up, immediately starting the engine and heading over to the Café. He needs to see this for himself.

He pulls up to the restaurant just in time to see you stand from your chair, greeting a lanky blond man with a smile and a hug that has him seeing red. Infuriated, he sends off some quick texts to Frankie, demanding he determine their relationship as soon as possible. If you were with someone else, if you had lied to his face and told him you wanted him…

He isn’t sure what he’ll do.

Over the next hour or so, Frankie sends him short updates that mostly alleviate his suspicions, though he still can’t help himself, watching your lunch through the restaurant’s windows:

They’re friends.

Old coworkers maybe.

Looks like she just brought some stuff to give him to help him out.

Gus is mostly mollified, but still jealous – he should be the one you’re doing favours for, the one you obey unquestioningly, the one you stick to like glue...

He’s so distracted by his possessive thoughts and dark desires that he misses the awkward, fumbling exchange that you and the man you were with have with Frankie before quickly moving to pay your bill and leave. But he is notified of the situation by a new text from Frankie that pulls him out of his fantasizing:

She’s a cop.

He freezes, the words initially failing to register. When they finally sink in, he’s still not buying it. There was no way. Still, he watches you leave, taking note of the other man’s license plate as he drives off, just in case, and then drives to the back of the restaurant, ordering Frankie to come give him an update face-to-face in a terse text message.

The man climbs into the passenger seat a few minutes later, closing the door behind him.

“What the fuck do you mean she’s a cop?!” Gus hisses at him, getting right to the point. Frankie immediately raises his hands in surrender.

“Look, they were wrapping up their meal and she accidentally knocked over the file folder she’d brought – they’d talked about it like it was some old records for work, and a photograph slipped out. I grabbed it to give back to her, and she completely froze – she looked terrified. I took a quick glance, and…” he hesitates, probably wishing there was more space between himself and an increasingly irate-looking Gus.

“It was the loot from the heist we did a few weeks back, in the Manor, man. If she’s not a cop, she’s at least feeding info to someone else.”

Gus’s rage pours out of him in tangible waves, but he is completely silent for a long moment.

“Get out.”

Frankie all but dives for the door’s handle, flinging himself out of the car to escape, and Gus immediately speeds off in the direction of the Manor, seething.

First Nat, now you? At least Nat had had some loyalty, in the beginning, but now you were coming in to fuck him over, and you’d been lying the whole time? After he’d worked so hard, built himself up, made something of himself? You were going to take everything he’d worked for, take him down, leave him?

No. Not this time. You’d never get the chance.

The minute he reaches Harbour Manor he’s making calls: one to a dealer, one to Louie at Brigoli’s, and one to his guy on the inside at the local car insurance company, who confirmed the car the guy you’d met with had left in as being registered to one Jacob Henson, as well as the man’s address. He jots the information down and hangs up the phone, and just looks down at the slip of paper, a hand covering his mouth.

What a fucking mess you’ve caused by doing this to him.

But it’s nothing compared to what he’s going to do to you.

He moves to the foyer at the front of the house, hollering for Alex and tossing the man his car keys back when he appears at the top of the stairs.

“You’re gonna go find someone for me,” he tells the younger man, handing him the information about Jacob. “And they’re gonna have an accident.”

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By the time Gus is at the restaurant waiting for you, he’s calmed down somewhat, knowing that it’s necessary if he wants to execute his part of the plan. He’s in a booth that gives the table a degree of privacy but that is close enough to the front for an easy getaway, which would be needed to get you out of here.

You arrive a short time later looking lovely and innocent and he hates you; you could’ve been his partner; now it would take longer, take more work to break you in. But he would break you in with time; he’d picked up a few things since Nat, and would have you compliant and submissive and his in time.

“Hi Gus,” you greet him with a shy smile, and now that he knows it’s bullshit he wants to beat the fake expression right off your beautiful face. Instead, he grins warmly at you, eyes raking over your body poured into a tight black dress. Even if you’d faked your attraction to him, he could still fuck you, he thinks to himself, and the idea helps him stay calm. There will be time to lash out at you later.

“You clean up good, Y/N,” he leers, keeping up the act just as you are, and continues flirting with you until Louie shows up with champagne and two glasses. You look over to him questioningly, and he smiles.

“I mentioned that we were celebrating tonight,” he admits, trying to sound bashful. Louie leaves once he has taken your order and Gus slides a flute over to you, raising his to you.

“To a long and successful working relationship,” he toasts in a low, husky voice, his eyes dark as he watches you bite your lip to keep back what he presumes is a guilty smile before you raise your own glass to clink with his.

“Working relationship, huh?” you tease after a sip of your beverage, and he makes a point of looking you up and down, considering which parts of your body will look the best bloodied and battered.

“Among other things,” he adds suggestively, giving you a wink. You blush and lick your lips, and he senses that your attraction to him may not be a complete lie. That boded well for your future together; it made you even marginally closer to giving into him. That had not been the case with Nat, when he’d first met her – it had been a struggle in the beginning, getting her to accept his love. But she had... Eventually.

He refocuses on you, not wanting to waste any more thought on his traitorous bitch of an ex-wife. You’re surveying him over your champagne, the romantic lighting making your eyes flicker at him. You clearly hadn’t noticed the trace amounts of powder in the bottom of your champagne glass, and as he watches you take another sip he wonders how long it will take for the rohypnol to take effect. He’s nearly giddy at the thought.

“So, was getting me to work with you all just a ploy to get us closer together?” you ask coyly, looking over at him with a flirty smile.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think we could get a bit closer,” he purrs, pointedly sliding a little closer to you in the booth. Time to see how far you were willing to take this thing…

He can hear your soft gasp from across the table, and watches as you gather the nerve to join him, slowly moving yourself down the booth towards him. Halfway to him, your hand slips and you fall forward into his lap with a squeak.

“Oh, sorry!” you say, giggling breathlessly as you right yourself, moving to sit beside him. “That champagne went right to my head!”

“No need to apologize, sweetheart. I’m more than alright with you throwing yourself at me,” he teases, reaching over to take your cheek in his hand gently. Your eyes flutter closed at the contact, and the moment would almost be sweet if he didn’t know it was a ruse influenced by the drugs starting to take effect.

“Maybe I’m getting sick or something; this doesn’t feel right,” you mumble, looking up blearily at him. He gives you a look of mock sympathy, deciding to let you in on the scheme.

“What’s wrong?” he asks innocently. “Should I call someone for you? Maybe… Jacob?”

You tense up, your eyes wide as they try to focus on his face.

“W-What?” you ask groggily, and he gives you a mocking smile. He stretches his arms up and lays them along the back of the booth, his jacket opening just enough that you notice his gun at his hip, even in your loopy state.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he tells you, bending to speak quietly in your ear. To anyone that looked, you both appeared just like a couple out for a romantic evening. “Those drugs I had put in your glass are going to start to kick in. You’re going to come to my car with me, nice and easy, and no one gets hurt. And then we’re going to go have a talk.”

He kisses you softly, right below the ear, throws some cash down to cover the champagne – Louie had never put your food order through – and half drags, half carries you up out of the booth, reassuring everyone that you were just feeling under the weather, and sweeps you up into his arms. He’s pretty sure he hears a couple of women coo at the sweet picture the two of you make.

Perfect.

Carrying you out of Brigoli’s, he walks with you to his car, settling you in the passenger seat.

“Sleep, sweetheart,” he coos patronizingly, and you can’t even glare at him, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as the drugs really start to kick in. “You’re going to have a lot to answer for when that wears off.”

He buckles your seatbelt for you, almost tenderly, before closing your door and walking around the car to take his seat behind the wheel. As he drives you both to Harbour Manor (emptied of witnesses for the next day or so at his instruction), he looks over at you, his heart clenching with adoration for you even as his hands grip the steering wheel so hard he worries he’ll break it.

You wouldn’t be getting away from him. Not like last time. Not like Nat. You’d take the beating both of you deserved for trying to leave him, for lying to him.

And then he’d make sure you never fucked with him again.

[As you can see, I am in need of decent quality screenshots of this movie, if anyone has access to a better version than the one on YouTube and wants to help me out!]

Chapter 2 | Epilogue

#gus travis #gus travis x reader #thomas ian griffith #black point 2002 #black point #dark desires october #extremely dark #in deep water

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creativia10 · 1 year ago

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TOH request! Willow, who’s got coccinellidaephobia (fear of ladybugs), finds herself face to face with a monstrous ladybug beast one Halloween night [would this make a cool Halloween special?]. Angst is obvious and so is fluff.

Willow versus Fear

Pairing: Willow/Hunter, background Lumity

Wordcount: 4483

Notes: Takes place the next Halloween after "Thanks to Them". So I like to write a Halloween fic every year. This is my first time writing one for Owl House though.

Oftentimes I end up posting them later in the month though. Last year I actually took part in a prompt month event and wrote multiple Halloween fics. So I was glad to not only get a Halloween prompt, but to receive it way ahead of time. Makes it easier to be sure I get to post it before Halloween this time. I welcome fanart of the squad in these Halloween costumes, and would like to see it if anyone makes any.

Let me know if I've missed needed warnings.

For some reason, Halloween felt like more of a novelty in the human realm. A lot of the costumes and decorations reminded Willow of the Boiling Aisles. Which was comforting in a way. She was glad she wasn’t the only one of their friends who actually wanted to spend it in the human realm with Luz this year. There were some traditions Willow had been curious about trying.

Now that she had the chance to explore them without the constant worry of trying to get back to the boiling aisles.

The collector’s portal between worlds was new, and not open to everyone yet. But it seemed to work well enough.

There was a tradition mostly among human children that Luz had called trick-or-treating. They would dress up in costumes, something Willow remembered from last year. And then they would go up to houses and beg for candy. Willow was a little bit surprised the quest for candy wasn’t more dire, as the name would imply to her. But, she wasn’t going to complain. Food in the human realm was different, but she did like the candy. Willow thought most of them liked the candy. Even the kind Luz claimed was considered to be widely disliked. Willow didn’t understand that, but she would gladly take on the candy other children didn’t want.

Willow wasn’t the only one curious about this trick-or-treating Luz had talked about. Luz told them some people thought teenagers were too old to be trick-or-treating. But we could still do it if we wanted to. How could you be too old to get candy? Plus, Willow had seen plenty of teenagers in costumes at the Halloween event last year. So Willow thought it probably didn’t matter.

The trick part it would seem was related to pranks. Willow had already seen Gus whispering amongst some of them no doubt planning a prank. Willow would definitely want to be in on that. It would probably come after the trick-or-treating though.

Gus was hopping in place as Mrs. Noceda poured candy out into the candy bowl. Willow smiled at his excitement. He was wearing a ghost costume. He had painted his skin with a paler color to make him look more dead. His face was uncovered but he still had a ghostly hood on. They were itching to go. Some of them took longer to get ready than others though. Even after Vee had told them to tone it down and not scare the kids. Apparently human kids scare easier than the ones in the demon realm. Which was why Vee had also asked Gus not to enhance any of their costumes with his illusion magic as well.

Amity smoothed out her vampiress costume as they waited. Willow was wearing a simple bat costume herself. It was fun to flap around the fake wings attached to her sleeves.

After a bit, Luz came in with a bounce to her step.

“Okay! We’re ready to head out!” Luz was dressed as something she had called ‘Frankenstein’s monster’. Willow hadn’t ever seen something like that in the Boiling Aisles. A creature made from the dead body parts of others. (Not withstanding grimwalkers, but she wasn’t going to think about that.) According to Luz, this creature was unique to a classic story though, so maybe it was supposed to be unique. Fitting for Luz all things considering.

She had green painted on her skin, drawn on stitches, and had some fake bolts on the sides of her neck. After her came Hunter. And oh, Willow already felt so proud and happy for him. Hunter had a big smile on his face. He clearly did not care how the fake fangs sticking out of his mouth made his smile a bit more awkward.

He appeared to have big light brown hair (probably meant to be fur). There was some sort of prosthetics on his face to make him look more wolf-like. Willow was so glad Luz had access to that kind of Halloween costume details. Willow could already tell how much the getup made Hunter happy. Of course he would pick something relating to one of his favorite animals. And oh, he wore it well. As the pair of them walked over to the rest of the group, Willow walked up to Hunter. She smiled and held his wrists, mindful of the fake claws.

“You make a very good werewolf,” She said. Hunter blinked and then glanced away with a blush.

“Oh, uh thanks.” He cleared his throat and looked back at her.

“I like your bat costume as well.”

Willow smiled and flapped her wings.

“Thanks! It’s fun to pretend like I can just flap away. Plus, I can smack people with the wings when I feel like it.”

Hunter chuckled at that and gave Willow a soft look.

Amity clapped and startled them both.

“Okay! If the lovebirds in the back would exit their tunnel vision please, we were about to head off.”

Hunter looked away with pink cheeks. Willow pouted at Amity.

Luz gave Amity a scolding look, but it looked too fond to hold any weight.

“We’re coming,” Willow said.

Willow held Hunter’s wrist and tugged slightly so they would go rejoin the others as they left the house. This should be a fun night.

This tradition was so fun! Willow was used to most special events in the Boiling Aisles having some form of danger to it. But it was nice to be able to just expect candy for once.

Hunter especially seemed enamored by the concept. Candy like this was new to all the Boiling Aisles kids. But Hunter especially seemed surprised by how sweet it was. You would think he had never had any type of sweet treat before. Which, now that she thought about it…she decided to sneak some more candy into his bag when he wasn’t looking. He clearly deserved it more. Simply going out like this with friends was Willow’s favorite part.

In between houses they would discuss things like the candy they got. They also talked about the reactions to their costumes and how tame this tradition was. Luz didn’t seem to mind the tameness though. Neither did Vee, who had joined them this year. She was in her human disguise and wearing a mummy costume.

It was a couple of houses in that they noticed a crowd stopped on the sidewalk, before the next house.

Luz tilted her head and came forward.

“Hey, what’s going on?” She asked.

The group of kids and adults turned to their group. One of the littler kids in a princess dress was trembling and being hugged by one of the adult women.

“I saw a monster at that house!” The little girl cried.

Willow’s friends looked at each other.

“Was she just scared by a really good decoration at that house?” Vee asked. The girl didn’t seem bothered by any of their costumes though.

Apparently there were sometimes big groups who traveled together on Halloween. So it was possible this whole group stopped just to comfort this one little girl. Looking over them though, Willow saw it wasn’t only the littlest one who seemed freaked out though.

Some of the group members looked at each other.

“We don’t know,” One of the women said. “The outside lights have been flickering constantly.”

Willow looked over at the house and did indeed see there was only light, and it was flickering. Made it hard to assess any of the decorations.

“I don’t actually know if anyone even made it to trick-or-treat before running away screaming,” Another person said.

“Libby here is the only one who has actually said what scared her there,” One of the teens of that group said.

“We were warned not to go to this house by the previous group,” The first woman said.

“But the kids have been too scared to even pass the house. We’ve been unable to console them.”

Luz frowned, and their friends looked at each other.

“Could it just be a Halloween trick? I don’t know what a monster would be doing in the human realm,” Amity said.

“She seems too young to be trying to trick us. Kids are not great at lying,” Luz said and then continued,

“Eda has opened the portal who knows how many times. It’s completely possible a monster from the demon realm slipped in unnoticed. That’s how Vee was able to come here after all. Uh, No offence Vee.”

“None taken,” Vee said.

“Plus Belos,” Hunter reminded.

Willow was still looking over the area as her friends talked about this.

Amity knelt in front of the little girl, Libby.

“I know what you saw was very scary. And you’re very brave for telling us about it,” Amity said.

Libby sniffled and nodded.

“Do you think you could describe what the monster looked like to us?”

The adults seemed surprised by the question, but Amity didn’t pay them any mind. She gestured to their friends and continued,

“My friends have experience busting monsters from scaring little ones like you. So we may be able to help,” Amity said.

Libby sniffed again and rubbed her nose.

“Really?” She asked in a small voice.

Amity nodded with a gentle smile.

“Really. So knowing what it looks like could help us figure out the best what to get ‘em to go away.”

Libby nodded.

“Okay. Uh, it was kind of hard to tell what it looked like. It was a weird dark shape that was moving around a lot as I got closer. I ran away and screamed before I could see much else though.”

Amity nodded, “Thank you.”

She stood up and turned back to the others.

“That could be so many things,” Hunter grumbled.

Willow looked around the house again. It sounded like something that must be hiding in the dark. There was a shift in a shadow right next to the front door area that caught her attention. She felt drawn to check it out. Maybe Willow should have waited on an agreed upon plan before doing anything. But Willow had always been protective of her friends. She could usually handle herself.

She started to creep over. The others too caught up in discussion to notice her leaving. Her hand hovered over the palisman staff that sat on her waist. Even if they were in the human realm, most of the witches took their palisman staffs with them. Except Hunter.

Willow continued to look around as she approached the weird inky blot shadows near the house. It was quiet aside from the mutterings of the groups on the sidewalk. Yet she could feel the off-ness as she got closer.

With one hand still hovering near her staff, she felt her other start to glow. She was ready to draw forth plants at a moment’s notice.

When she was a few paces near the front, but still in the side yard, she could faintly see the shifts of a dark blob. It was also making some rumbling and burbling noises. The face was indiscernible at first, so she had no idea if it had noticed her.

Once she was within a few steps in front of it though, the creature began churning and moving around faster. It shifted into a new shape where it wasn’t one before.

Willow took a startled step back but held her ground for now to see what it would become. As she watched it grew much larger, almost bigger than the house. Which brought the question of how the monster was even fitting where it was beside the house.

Willow drew a circle in the air to make a light orb float and give her light to see it. The creature stepped forward allowing her to see its new form.

Looming over her was a giant ladybug monster. Her previous plan forgotten, Willow just froze and stared up at it. The ladybug then leaned forward and made a terrible screeching sound. It’s open mouth showed it had large spider-like pincers and rows of sharp teeth. Reminding her of the giraffe they had found at the zoo.

That seemed to jolt movement back into her. Willow jumped and then screamed as she ran back over to her friends. They turned to her with startled expressions and all started talking to her at once as she came back to them. She made sure she was on the other side of their group. Farthest from where she had just been with the terrifying ladybug monster. She leaned forward with her hands on her knees, panting hard.

“M-..-L…Ladybug Monster!” She finally got out.

They continued to barrage her with questions. But she was still struggling to get her breathing under control.

She thought she heard a shushing, and out of the corner of her eyes saw her friends move back.

Hunter knelt in front of her.

“Hey, Willow. It’s going to be okay. Can I touch you?”

Willow gasped and nodded.

Hunter carefully reached forward and set a hand on her shoulder.

“You’re okay Willow. Everything is going to be okay. Can you breath with me?”

Willow doesn’t bother nodding, she just started following his slow exaggerated breathing. He wasn’t holding his fingers up like the breathing technique she had taught Gus. But she still recognized the pattern of it.

She started to take some deep breaths on her own and then stood up again, Hunter standing with her. He gave her a comforting smile.

Willow blinked as her eyes got warm, and then she sprung forward and pulled him into a clinging hug. After a second he wrapped his arms around her too. The hug felt very nice and comforting. She could almost forget about the awful scare she’d had while in his embrace.

They stood like that for a moment.

“How are you doing, Willow?” Luz then asked.

Willow sighed and leaned her head against Hunter’s.

“Well…I could be better. That was terrifying and unexpected.”

Luz nodded with a sympathetic look.

“Okay, so the creature was formless before being around Willow. That makes me think this creature could be like Gromethius at Hexside,” Amity said.

"A monster under the Hexside grounds that shows people their greatest fears," Luz clarified for Vee. As her adopted sister had not gone to Hexside.

“Isn’t he only able to attempt escaping on grom night though?” Gus asked.

Amity hmmed.

“It’s possible this is another creature like Grom. I have never heard of any others though.”

She turned to the group of trick or treaters who didn’t seem to know what to do with themselves now.

“Don’t worry,” She said. “We can help get you safely past this house.”

She got out her palisman staff and held out a hand that glowed purple.

“Just walk past it with me, I’ll be your barrier.”

The group members’ eyes widened. They started to hurry past the house, barely waiting for Amity to walk by with them.

The monster didn’t go after that group. It did start to inch out from the side of the house though.

Willow gasped and trembled. Hunter stepped back from the hug and turned to face it. He held her hand and moved to stand protectively in front of her.

They all got their palisman out and readied for a fight. The ladybug monster made that awful screech again.

It stomped forward, the feet looking sharp as it lifted them up and stomped down. It lifted them up again, revealing the indents left in the ground before. The monster continued to grow larger. When it flapped its wings, strong winds and vibrations sounded around the area. It started to lift off.

“We can’t let it fly around. Who knows what it would do!?” Luz exclaimed.

“So what do we do with it?!” Hunter asked them.

“We fight it, of course,” Amity said. She hopped on her staff and flew up and in a sideways arc right around it. The monster gnashed it’s pincers and looked around trying to chomp at her. \. As Amity flew around it in circles, she flung abomination goo at it, obscuring it’s eyes and mouth. It tried to shake the goo off. But she moved the goo around and from side to side. Her power with the goo there wasn’t strong enough to keep it away for long though.

“I mean like specifically, how do we get it out of here!?” Hunter called back, but Amity was a bit preoccupied.

Gus also hopped on his staff and joined Amity with circling it as a distraction. He took more angular routes around the creature though. He was also a much faster flyer. The monster could not keep up. Gus even added to the confusion by making many illusions of him fly around it in varying directions. Those didn’t last though with the way the monster was wildly lashing out around itself.

Luz pointed her staff at the monster and started shooting blasts at it. The creature screeched out again and started trudging towards Luz. Amity and Gus’s distractions slowed it down, but weren’t able to keep it from going towards her.

Hunter frowned. He looked like he regretted not bringing a staff with him. Even if he had no way of expecting he’d need it in the human realm. Willow took out hers and offered it to him.

Hunter blinked and looked at her.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

Willow nodded.

“You need one more than me right now. Besides, if I need to, I can always just make a plant shield to protect me.”

Hunter nodded. He squeezed her hand once before letting go and almost gliding into the air as he slid onto the staff. He zipped from side to side, using the speed gift Flapjack had left him with. He spun in the air and used the momentum to keep himself up as he also blasted the creature using the palisman. For a moment it seemed like the monster was slowing down.

But then it shook with an ominous rumble and rapidly turned side to side. It got close enough to each of the flyers to knock them out of the air and send them tumbling away.

Willow gasped.

“No!”

Luz tried to catch them with palisman magic, but only had time to catch Amity, And only just before Amity would hit the nearest surface.

Willow managed to make a soft plant bed under Hunter where he landed a few houses down across the street.

Gus thankfully was able to move fast and spin through his momentum. He got his palisman to hover just enough to save him, but he still hit the ground pretty hard where he fell.

Willow looked around at her friends completely spread out in the area from the monster’s attack. Amity had landed across the street. At an angle from the house they were in front of, the opposite direction of where Hunter had fallen. Luz ran over there to check on her girlfriend. Willow wanted to run over to Hunter, or really all of them. But she was the only one by the ladybug monster now.

She couldn’t even tell if their blasts had done anything to the creature. It let out another screech and started flapping its wings to hover again.

She narrowed her eyes while still trembling. No. This was not going to all be worth nothing. She was the reason the creature had taken on a ladybug form. A fear she had been made fun of for years, mainly by Boscha when the other had discovered it.

Willow had faced many things from the fight with Belos. She was not going to let this stupid fear ruin everything else. She knew she was much more powerful now than when she was a little girl. She had to do something. For her friends. And for the little Willow who never thought she would amount to anything.

Willow took a deep breath and let herself feel so she could bring that strength into her powers. She didn’t need a mirror to know her eyes were probably glowing green.

She moved her hands down. They trembled with uncontained power. Then she drew up from the ground with everything she had and brought up some of her strongest vines. They rose far above the height of the house. Then she moved her hands in and brought the many vines to wrap around the giant ladybug monster. It screeched again, but the force of the vines pulled it back to the ground. She continued to summon more vines to wrap around it so there was no chance of wiggling out.

Her arms shook as she pulled down with more strength. More than she had ever used with her plants before, and started to drive the creature into the ground. She let it go under deep enough that now vines and the ground were pinning it unable to move.

She was so tempted to try destroying it. The many years of being bullied and repressed anger started to bubble at the surface. But, she figured that was something she needed to discuss with her friends first. She wasn’t the only one there after all.

So she decided to do the next best thing to make things easier on herself. She grew a specific flower, lucky it was still able to grow in the human realm. A flower that gave off a specific type of poisonous fume that knocked creatures out. She grew the flower right in front of its face so it didn’t take long for the fumes to hit it. The monster slumped soon after.

She knew it wouldn’t be kicking any time soon. But the recent events made Willow unable to relax at all while she could still see it there.

Willow wasn’t sure how long she stood there like that until all her friends made their way back over. All of them, aside from Vee that was, who must have gone back home when the fighting started.

Willow’s friends stared in awe. Which made Willow want to perk up with pride. She always loved it when she could protect her friends.

“So…what do we want to do with it?” Willow grit out.

They turned to each other. Amity added some abomination goo to where the vines met the ground. As a precaution to help keep the monster down.

“I feel like we should let Eda know about this,” Luz said. “She would know what to do.”

They nodded as Luz called up her mentor on her scroll.

Hunter walked over to Willow. Willow turned to him.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

He nodded.

“I’m okay.” Then he smiled.

“That was amazing, Willow,” He said.

She smiled back, though she could feel she was sweating.

“Thanks.”

He hesitated before leaning forward and pecking her on the cheek.

“I’m really proud of you,” He said.

She just gaped at him, long enough for him to blush, but he didn’t back down.

“T-thank you,” Willow got out, quieter than before.

“Of course, Willow. You are just incredible.”

Willow made a muted noise. She was so going to kiss him when she no longer had to keep this thing restrained.

“Okay,” Luz said, “Eda is going to send Darius over. So he can transport the monster with his abomination goo to somewhere better suited for it. Away from where it could cause harm.”

“He can do that between realms?” Amity asked.

“It would seem so,” Luz said with a shrug.

Willow was honestly relieved when the purple goop surfaced, It engulfed the sleeping creature and sunk back into the ground. As soon as she could no longer see it she slumped her shoulders and let go. She didn’t even bother bringing the vines back into the ground.

Once the monster was gone the flickering light by the front door went back to just being on. They heard footsteps though and then the light was shut off. She didn’t really blame whoever lived there for being done with Halloween for the night. They had heard screaming outside for who knew how long.

Hunter wrapped his arm around Willow and let her lean her head against his shoulder.

Luz turned to her friends with an awkward smile.

“So, that didn’t go how I expected it to. Do any of you still want to keep trick or treating? That was not a normal occurrence.”

The others looked at each other, and most of them agreed to keep going.

“Do you want to head back?” Hunter asked Willow quietly.

Willow hmmed and nodded.

“Hey guys, We’re gonna head back after all that,” Hunter said.

Willow frowned and moved her head up.

“You don’t have to-“

“I want to,” Hunter said. “I’d much rather spend the night with you.”

Willow made another muted sound. The amount of times this boy said something that made her want to kiss him.

Luz nodded at them.

“Of course. You can hang out at my place as long as you want. We always planned to hang out there a bit anyways. Unless you just wanted to go home.”

Willow shook her head.

“No. Chilling at your place sounds nice.”

“Do you want to fly there?” Hunter asked. “I can see how tired you are.”

Willow blinked.

“I thought Luz said-“

“After the chaos that happened tonight, there’s no way talk of supernatural will be avoided. Besides, Halloween is probably the easiest night to get away with magic stuff. Do what you want,” Luz said.

Willow laughed a bit at that. So she rode with Hunter on her palisman staff back to the Noceda home.

There was already a big bowl of candy on the coffee table in front of the tv, separate from the own by the door. Turns out, Mrs. Noceda had bought extra candy for their later hangout.

Originally Willow would have wanted to watch horror movies, but she wasn’t in the mood anymore. So, Hunter introduced her to the new show version of Cosmic Frontier. They proceeded to watch the Halloween episodes as they cuddled on the couch.

When the rest of their friends got back later, their bags were full of candy. Which they then poured a good amount of into Willow’s bag, despite her half-hearted protests. They claimed to be getting extra for her the entire time.

“We told them you were traumatized by a monster earlier. Most of them were sympathetic, if a bit awkward about it,” Luz said.

“Plus,” Gus added, “I may have demonstrated my pranking abilities to threaten them into giving us more.”

“I tried to stop him,” Amity added.

Willow couldn’t help but laugh at their shenanigans though. It certainly wasn’t how she would have expected Halloween in the human realm to go this year. But at least it did end up becoming a good night in the end.

#Creativia Requested fics #Creativia toh fics #toh fanfic #toh willow #willow park #huntlow #toh hunter #halloween

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jackoshadows · 2 years ago

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can you tag your sansa stark posts as anti sansa stark? I’m not telling you to remove the main tag but just add the anti one

Just block me and move on.

It’s weird how fans of the character feel that canon Sansa quotes from the books is anti Sansa. Meanwhile Arya and Jon stans have to deal with murder baby Arya and incompetent Jon or unrelated quotes randomly put together to rewrite relationships. Maybe that's why the Arya and Jon tags are so full of headcanon Sansa that most of the time feels like an unrecognizable OC.

And then in the comments there is someone who has ‘not read the books in years’ telling me that I lack reading comprehension 😂

And this is while there is so much racist Arya fanart from Sansa stans on the Arya Stark tag despite repeated requests from poc to stop doing this.

It's honestly so depressing to go on the Arya Stark tag and see fanart on the tag or sidebars - because racist art is so popular in fandom!! - where canonically white Arya is differentiated from her more classically beautiful sister by simply drawing her in darker skin tones. At this point it's clear that artists are aware of the racist implications of doing this and still continue to do this because they don't care.

And yet using a Sansa book quote is supposedly 'anti Sansa' and needs to be tagged as such. I guess the tags should only be used for headcanons of racist caricatures of ‘ugly’ Arya and beautiful blue eyed, whitey white Sansa being the best sisters ever and nothing else.

I think the problem for many Sansa stans is that they stay in their echo chambers with their made up headcanons so that when they do venture outside that chamber to posts by other readers on the tag using the books, they are shocked and think there is some sort of unfair crusade going on against their fave.

I am not saying staying within fandom spaces is totally wrong btw. We all curate our fandom experiences on Tumblr. This app in particular allows us to block out ships or opinions we don’t particularly like. I am sure my group of mutuals and fans, including me, who reblog and follow posts have a similar kind of groupthink.

However, what’s fascinating with Sansa stans in particular is that Sansa is so much of a self-insert at this point that 90% of the character is headcanons. Her most popular ships are crackships, her relationships with her siblings has been re-written, she is now the underdog and outcast etc.

This has happened to me so many times - I make a post, a Sansa stan responds saying I am wrong, I don’t know how to read, I am a hater etc., I respond with book quotes and ask them to read the books, I am called uncivil and then immediately blocked (they just have to get that last word in!) Rinse and repeat.

Take the post that got me the above message for example.

“I’m not like Arya,” Sansa blurted. “She has the traitor’s blood, not me.” - Sansa, AGoT

This is really not what happens in that chapter at all. Sansa does not really think of Arya, admits to forgetting about her at the end and it’s only in the next chapter she thinks that Arya may have gotten away on the galley Ned had arranged for them (Which does not happen thanks to Sansa’s tattling of Ned’s plans and Cersei placing Lannister guards on the galley).

At this point Arya is still trapped in KL trying to get out and it’s only been 3 days since Ned has been arrested. However, as per this person, Sansa is begging them not to torture and kill her and therefore names Arya, who she thinks is already safe in Winterfell, 3 days after the Starks and their men are taken down....

In the OP, I have used the most basic quotes, but in the actual chapter it’s far worse. Sansa is actually still dreaming of marrying beautiful prince Joffrey when she is taken to meet Cersei:

That night Sansa dreamt of Joffrey on the throne, with herself seated beside him in a gown of woven gold. She had a crown on her head, and everyone she had ever known came before her, to bend the knee and say their courtesies.

“Sweet Sansa,” Queen Cersei said, laying a soft hand on her wrist. “Such a beautiful child. I do hope you know how much Joffrey and I love you.”

“You do?” Sansa said, breathless. Littlefinger was forgotten. Her prince loved her. Nothing else mattered. (---)

“She is a sweet thing now, but in ten years, who can say what treasons she may hatch?”

“No,” Sansa said, horrified. “I’m not, I’d never … I wouldn’t betray Joffrey, I love him, I swear it, I do.” (---)

“And yet, I fear that Lord Varys and the Grand Maester have the right of it. The blood will tell. I have only to remember how your sister set her wolf on my son.”

“I’m not like Arya,” Sansa blurted. “She has the traitor’s blood, not me. I’m good, ask Septa Mordane, she’ll tell you, I only want to be Joffrey’s loyal and loving wife.” - Sansa, AGoT

And then at the very end of the chapter:

It was not until later that night, as she was drifting off to sleep, that Sansa realized she had forgotten to ask about her sister. - Sansa, AGoT

So yes, Sansa is scared of not being able to marry Joffrey anymore, frightened of being accused as a traitor like her father and therefore throws out Arya’s name as the traitor - when as far as she knows Arya is in KL and Lannisters could have Arya, the same as her.

Next,

This is the funniest part! - ‘I haven’t read these books in a few years, however, it’s you who is very much lacking reading comprehension’ 😂😂😂

Make it make sense please. And then we are back to the usual Sansa is just a child, she’s 11 goddammit! She’s a teeny tiny baby! It’s totally justified for her to throw her even younger 9 year little sister under the bus as a traitor to be tortured or killed by the likes of Joffrey and Cersei instead of her.

And then finally, the predictable conclusion:

And block!

Because of course made up headcanons are ‘alternative interpretations’ and if we point out it’s fanfiction then we are being uncivil.

I can only say that I am glad that my side of the fandom don’t engage in this much fanfiction, projections and headcanons. It’s frustrating as a book fan to be told that I lack reading comprehension because I don’t accept their ‘alternative interpretations’ of how Sansa thinks Arya is safe in Winterfell three days after the Lannisters massacred all the Stark men and imprisoned Ned stark. And while Arya herself is still stuck inside KL unable to leave.

At this point I really do think there is no point in engaging with these stans because they are not doing this in good faith. Just block rather than waste time discussing. They seem to think that we need to accept their headcanons as book canon and if we don’t then we are simply anti Sansa posting anti Sansa stuff on the tags. It’s certainly a fascinating fandom aspect of a self insert fan favorite. It’s the reason she wins polls above more complex and well written characters in the books, the popular version of her is entirely about what fans project onto the character rather then actual written version in the books.

#asks

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insomniacxan · 1 month ago

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hello! just an anonymous CV fan here

i need more steve burnside fanart in my life and I can only draw so much myself and im running out of screenshots and gifs to find

i cannot stress enough how much i absolutely ADORE your art style, and I thought maybe you could try drawing the little silly for me? I'm curious how you'd draw him, but I'm absolutely positively sure that however you do, he'll look just as good as everyone else does in your art :DDDD

and if you've drawn him already i humbly request to see....

keep being awesome. <3

omg hi!! Thank you so much for the kind words, it warms my heart when people say they enjoy my art style :,)

Coincidentally, I’m actually working on a Claire & Steve Halloween piece atm! I’m hoping I can finish it after the weekend!!

And it def won’t be the last, CV is one of my all time fave re titles so I plan on making more fan art of Steve down the road :)

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naotelier · 1 year ago

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「Composers Rkgk/Scribble Log #2 」

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By RozelNao

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First of all, thank you for everyone’s support from my last post🥹 It’s mean a lot’s to me and motivates me to draw more of these composers for y’all to see.

Now let’s get into the second log , please enjoy!

//the tag of this is going to be pretty long lol

//I haven’t draw every of composers requested in the last log’s comment yet.

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Shostakovich +With glasses ,without glasses meme

I think some of y’all have been waiting for him.

Based in an idea by my twitter’s mutual ,Thank you so much !

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Robert Schumann and Franz “The Little Mushroom” Schubert reacting to their own Portraits.

These pictures was taken at my Music School, I’ve been walking passed their Portraits every weekend so it gave me an idea.

And Yes ,their portraits got placed next to eachother.Robert must be very gladful to be close to his Idol.

There are portraits of Mozart, Rachmaninoff , Chopin and a bust statue of Bach in my school too. So maybe there’ll be a continuation to this 😉

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💔Hector Berlioz in Maid day event + Log

Another composer some of you guys might have been waiting for.

Context : there’s this event in Japanese illustrator community called メイドの日　or “Maid day” being hold on 10th of May every year,where people will post their drawing of characters in maid costume. So ,as a follower of many jp illustrator,I can’t help but jump into this bandwagon with this iconic maid costume guy.

The four romantic composers gang made their cameo here too.

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Robert Schumann(Cobalt memories parody)

As the title said , this one is a parody of the scene from Harumakigohan - Cobalt Memories.

The rock part is actually a paint over of photograph I took while I’m on a holiday trip.

The lyrics or story of this song actually has nothing to do with Schumann or the other composers.It’s just my weird idea of combining two completely unrelated things I like with eachother .(you will see more of these in the future.)

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Frédéric Chopin and Wolfgang Amedeus Mozart reacting to their own Portraits.

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Literally part two of Schumann and Schubert one

Sorry for a lot’s of reflection 😭😭

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Why do we have hands //Fryc Nuigurumi Version

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I replace Fryc from original meme with Nuigurumi version of himself

Everyone needs Fryc Nuigurumi in their lives 👍

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Design of Lili Boulanger

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I haven’t seen much fanart of her 🥲

I’ve listened to video essay about her on youtube +listened to some pieces and I think she’s very impressive and deserve more recognition

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livrere-green · 7 months ago

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Hello Everyone!

I'm posting this to leave some important information about my blog, so you have a map of all the madness going on here, or at least, you're warned about it before following or interacting.

About Me:

My name is Liv 🍃, I'm 22, genderfluid, bi, my pronouns are they/them, but I'm fine if you use bro, man, girl or queen interchangeably.

I'm autistic so I tend to have difficulties with communication (online mostly), and my memory is terrible when it doesn't have anything to do with my hyperfixations.

Also I'm a spanish native speaker, so y'all never gonna know how truly smart I am (I'm just mentioning this so you know I may make mistakes using english, and also that you can tell me if i do... Please, tell me).

Hobbies:

Writing, Reading, Doing Research, Analysing Music, Baking, Travelling, Watching TV Shows, Making Collages, Drawing.

Fandoms:

I have some knowledge about the following media, even if I don't reblog or post stuff about all of it.

Anne with an E

American Horror Story

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Avatar: The Legend of Korra

Avatar Comics

Bridgerton Series

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

CSI

Criminal Minds

DC Comics

Dead Boy Detectives

Game of Thrones

Good Omens

Gossip Girl

Hannibal Lecter (Books)

Heartstopper

House MD

How To Get Away With Murder

Julie and The Phantoms

Law & Order: SVU

Lucifer

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Merlin

Modern Family

One Day at the Time

Percy Jackson Universe

Red, White & Royal Blue

Sense8

Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes (Books)

Star Trek

Star Wars

Stranger Things

The Crown

The Fall of The House of Usher

The Good Doctor

The Haunting of Bly Manor

The Haunting of Hill House

The Sandman

The Umbrella Academy

This is Us

X-Men

Young Royals

Yuri On Ice

Side Blogs:

@livrere-purple / mcu - x-men

@livrere-blue / criminal minds

@coffe-min / bts - army

@dragon-fruity / tlok, atla & natla

@niko-sasaki-dbd / dead boy detectives + the sandman

[my main blog contains everything and nothing depending on my mood]

Other Interests:

Art / Literature / Astronomy / History / Law / True Crime / Human Rights / Psychology / Architecture / Design / Classical Music / Witchcraft / Dance / Ballet

Playlists:

I love making playlists based on fandoms, characters, ships, fanfics and many other stuff! (I accept requests if you have one)

Spotify Here 🖤

Warnings:

If you're part of a hate group please do not interact.

If you're a minor, I'm trusting in your capacity to evaluate the risks, be wise.

I may post/reblog nsfw content, it will be tagged as #safe for me or #nsfw.

I may post/reblog content related to mental illness including depression, bpd, antisocial behaviour, paranoia, self harm, ed and suicidal ideation. This is not common, but it can happen, it'll be tagged as #liv md.

Tags:

#liv rambles - for text post about stuff

#liv writes - for posts about fanfiction

#liv draws - for the occasional drawings/fanarts

#liv asks - for polls

#mutuals - for the tag games and interactions with the moots <3

That's all for now, thank you for reading and enjoy the ride! 💫🌙

#main post #🍃💚

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malice-and-macarons · 2 years ago

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Sharing The TPS Drama

TLDR: Gruvu stop lying about me, I did not steal an AU from you and I am sick to death of your petty behaviour over fanfiction of all things.

Evidence drive: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Wmib2VgbdSSK6kLL8n5uyf5_L5ARliKy?usp=share_link

Hi everyone, it’s tea time (annoyingly) As I said in my last post, I am going to share with you my experience with the tumblr user Gruvu. Some base context, about five years ago while beginning work on The Prodigal Son, the second part of my Bishock fanfiction series, Rapture Falls - I approached the user Gruvu to request permission to use a prompt they had suggested in a tumblr post. The long and short of it is that they agreed and I began writing TPS soon after. Since then Gruvu has claimed I stole their story, their AU, their ideas, refused to give credit, ect. None of which is true. In fact to this very day their credit is STILL on the fanfiction. I never hid or removed it and as I told them previously, I will not remove the credit unless they specifically ask me to. That is all I ever owed them. After three separate confrontations were initiated by Gruvu (one for not mentioning them when responding to someone praising my work, a second for daring to not tell them about fanart a friend was making and a third where they outright asked me to discontinue the series entirely) we cut contact. It was a very unpleasant experience that did not have an amicable ending. Gruvu (in my opinion I cannot prove this) was actively utilising the anon system on tumblr to send asks to me and themselves to both hurt me and victimise themselves. I have noticed that they tend to get in drama with former friends and every time they get an influx of hate on anon. Again, I can prove literally none of that, I can only acknowledge the pattern and have my opinion on it. And my opinion is that it is petty and dumb so I didn’t engage with that behaviour in turn and tried to just move on from it all. This is a very brief explanation of what occurred and there’s more detail in the drive. Since then I kept it moving, continued writing TPS (despite my slow ass upload schedule), and let it rest. Gruvu however has not been satisfied to do the same.

As of this week I became aware of them once again publicly claiming I had stolen from them. I reached out to tell them to knock it off and leave me alone or I’d publicly speak up myself, as I declined to do when they first lashed out at me. They refused and so now I am writing this and sharing a drive with most all our interactions (some were cut for Gruvu’s privacy) as well as the nonsense surrounding the whole situation. I have removed most the other parties usernames and pfp because honestly this drama isn’t all that deep and they all deserve to be left out of it. Leave them alone and, I hope I dont have to say this but I will, leave Gruvu alone too.

The whole reason this is even being shared is because they couldn’t leave me alone so I would hope you lot don’t completely fail to notice how wildly out of pocket it would be to behave the same way to them. The evidence drive is listed here and contains anything else you might need to know. I might edit the drive a bit over the next few days if there’s a need for clearer screenshots or better censorship. But otherwise it is all done. If you read all that, thank you. Enjoy the dumb fanfiction drama. And to Gruvu: You’re a whole ass adult. Act like it. Love Mali

#shut up Malice #TPS #The Prodigal Son #Bioshock #Long post #Actual drama #but its petty #Could have just left me the fuck alone Gruvu.#Gruvu

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stardustsaiyan · 2 years ago

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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 | 𝓳𝓸𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓪𝓴

summary: Jotaro has a nightmare where he lost Kakyoin in the final fight against Dio. When he wakes up, he is relieved to find Kakyoin at his side.

this one shot was requested by jotabro is tsukishima from JoJo Amino. Thank you for the request.

Fanart is made by mirshumanji from twitter

When Jotaro would see him again, he would be cold and extremely pale. A permanent peace would reside in his face as he rested inside his casket. As usual, Jotaro wouldn't express his thoughts and emotions that raged deep inside of him. Expertly, he would keep them forever bottled up like all other times. This time, was no different. He shouldn't waste anyone's time with his plaguing regret and never ending wishes of how he wished things had turned out differently.

"I should've stayed with him while he was at the hospital . . . That would've let him know how I felt." was Jotaro's first thought. Yeah, the other Stardust Crusaders would've been fine dealing with the stand users! Besides, Kakyoin was alone in the hospital with no one to talk to. Jotaro could've kept him company and let Kakyoin speak his mind.

"Instead of Kakyoin going in the truck with the old man, he should've gone on the motorcycle with me. He would've been safe by my side. We would've taken Dio down together." Was another thought that constantly crossed Jotaro's mind.

At his funeral, Jotaro would wait until everyone moved back to their seats. Only then would he approach Kakyoin's resting body and silently sob. He would fight with his body to not shiver or break down in front of everyone. He had to be strong for everyone else.

But how could he now, if Kakyoin was no longer here by his side? Kakyoin, poor beloved Kakyoin who just wanted to prove he had just as much of a purpose as everyone else. Oh Kakyoin . . .

"Jotaro? Hey, Jotaro are you okay?" First came the gentle voice of his friend before his hand pressed against his arm, lightly shaking him awake.

Jotaro's eyes were weary, and he swears they carry the pain of overwhelming weight. He almost cried in a damn airplane, all because of a stupid dream. The broody teen then properly sat up in his seat as he adjusts his hat, making sure it was perfectly fit on his head as it always was.

Sometimes, Kakyoin swore that thing seemed permanently glued onto his head.

"Yeah I'm fine," Jotaro replies softly, staring at his watch for the current time. "How long was I passed out?"

"Four hours," Kakyoin responds, then quickly adds to assure his friend, "But it was a power nap well deserved. That final fight with Dio was grueling."

Jotaro squeezed his eyes as hard as he could. He didn't want to think of his nightmare all over again. The nightmare where a deep hole was buried inside the gut of Kakyoin, being lunged and pinned against a water tower. Bleeding to death as his last words to Jotaro would've never been said.

Kakyoin notices Jotaro's hands transforming into fists, knuckles turning white. He wasn't angry, because the trembling didn't hold his body high in his seat. He was nearly crashing into himself into a little ball, sheltering himself from whatever madness was going on through his head, daring to tear away at his humanity.

"H-Hey, Jotaro . . . I'm sorry, I didn't mean to remind you of that." Kakyoin's hand slides up on Jotaro's shoulder, squeezing as a way of comfort. Jotaro shook his head, keeping his head low as his left arm outstretches naturally to the hand that comforted him. When he finally found Kakyoin's hand, he slid his own hand on top.

"It's not that, Kakyoin." Jotaro sighs. He didn't want him to tell Kakyoin about the never ending same nightmare, but at the same time Jotaro didn't want Kakyoin to feel at fault. "It's just . . ." Jotaro inwardly sighs. "I keep having this nightmare, where . . . in another life, you're not by my side anymore." Saying this out loud, Jotaro was relieved that he and Kakyoin weren't seated by his grandpa. Actually, Joseph were on the other side of the plane from where they were.

Kakyoin said nothing at first. He himself was somewhat terrified of the idea of not being alive after the events of attempting to take Dio and his minions down. To not be with the friends he had made on this trip to Egypt after this mission was a downright tragedy.

"Jotaro, look at me . . ." Kakyoin finally said after he found his voice again.

Slowly, Jotaro's azure eyes linger towards Kakyoin, staring at Kakyoin just as he asked. He would do anything for Kakyoin.

Placing a hand on Jotaro's face, there was a tiny linger of fear in his chest that Jotaro wouldn't feel comfortable enough with this and would pull away. But Kakyoin just had to try. What was worse than trying?

A natural smile for him crept across Kakyoin's lips, his warm purple eyes held a twinkle Jotaro loved.

"I'm never leaving your side, Jotaro." And with all the mustered up courage, Kakyoin kisses Jotaro as swiftly as he could. As ripe as the moment could be, and before they had any onlookers.

Kakyoin's heart swells as he felt Jotaro kissing back with just as much love as he did, and that little moment made the journey back to Japan so much better than anticipated.

#jotakak #jotaro joestar #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin #kakyoin #jojos #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo part 3 #jjba #jba #jotaro x kakyoin #kakyoin x jotaro #one shot #writing request

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