#and yeah I could use just a normal razor but consider. don’t feel like it rn

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Electric razor died right before I could finish the last like 1/3 of my face and thankfully it looks fine (since it was just a second pass but shaving Upwards to make it even shorter) but that is possibly one of the worst bathroom mishaps that can happen to me

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Aventurine x GN!reader

Only you

MDNI! Seriously if you're a minor or ageless blog and you interact with this post i will block you.

Showing your trust in Aventurine you allow him to shave you where you're most sensitive. Yes it's a shaving fic that turns into s mut. I was entirely overtaken by this idea for some reason this morning that I don't even understand and spent half the morning writing and editing it.

Cw: GN! AFAB! Reader. (writer is nonbinary transmasc leaning), there's a razor used for shaving.

To say you felt exposed would be an understatement. Here you sat legs spread, with your butt on a towel and your back propped up against pillows so expensive you dare not even consider their price for more than a moment.  Before you is Aventurine, setting up a little work station of sorts, two bowls of water, a container of shaving cream, elegant razor, unimaginably soft towels and a container of coconut oil for the end. He hums softly beneath his breath a song you don’t recognize. 

His eyes flick to yours and he smiles before pressing a kiss to your knee. “Nervous?” 

“Wouldn’t you be? There’s about to be a very sharp object pressed against a very delicate part of my body,” you say with a furrowed brow, though some of your tension leaves you with the feeling of his soft lips pressed against your knee.

“Do you trust me?”

“Oh I trust you, you better believe I wouldn’t be in this position for someone I didn’t trust with my life. Honestly more than that.” 

“Good,” he breathes out before pulling away from your knee. “Just relax, I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” and really you didn’t doubt that. It was still nerve wracking though. 

You watch him froth up the shaving cream with the brush before he moves further between your legs and begin to paint it onto your  outer labia and you can’t help the small twitch of your hips which is followed by a small sound of disapproval from him. “Sorry. It’s.. ticklish is all.” There’s a pause before you speak again. “I didn’t think you minded the hair.” He blinks up at you, eyes hypnotic as always yet a little surprised. “No no, it’s not- it’s not about that. I don’t mind it.” He sets aside the brush and shaving cream once satisfied and places his hands on your inner thighs, rubbing circles with his thumbs into the flesh there. “I just wanted to-” he seems to struggle to say what he wants to and your mind goes back to his earlier question. 

“It’s about trust?”

His eyes flick away from yours in what you assume is guilt before he answers quietly. “You could say that.” 

Leaning back into the pillows you try to relax. “Okay.” 

“Okay?”

“I already said I trusted you, if this will help you believe it then I don’t mind.” You resist the urge to tack on a ‘just be careful.’ since you figure he already knows that. 

A hint of a smile curves his lips and he dips the razor in water with his dominant hand while his other pulls your skin taunt where he wishes to begin. You take in a sharp breath at the first gentle glide of the blade over your skin though he doesn’t even glance up at you this time. He’s completely focused on his task even as he coos out a gentle, “Just relax for me, pretty, yeah like that.” A peek of pink as he wets his lips, a reminder of what he’d normally be doing between your legs causes a coil of heat to start low in your belly.

 Time passes slowly, the soft sound of the razor gliding over your flesh, the splash of water as he cleans off the blade between each swipe and his gentle words of praise. It’s not until he gently parts your folds that you take in a sharp breath. He can’t help but smirk at your clear arousal gathered there. He pauses and shuffles himself to lay on his stomach before moving to press another kiss to you, this time to the soft skin of your inner thigh just beside the apex of your thighs. “We’re almost done,” He reassures you before pulling back to focus on his task. 

It takes all your willpower to remain perfectly still as the razor glides over what is truly the most delicate part of you. And once he finishes you release a sigh of relief. He flashes you a little grin as he puts aside the razor and bowl of dirtied water. Grabbing a clean towel which he wets in the clean bowl of water he gently cleans you up. Each swipe of the soft cloth reverent. It’s when he sets that aside and begins to warm a small amount of coconut oil between his palms he speaks again 

“Thank you for trusting me,” His voice soft, no trace of his usual ego to be found. He cups your sex on either side and begins to gently massage the oil into your skin. “You did really well for me.”  He punctuates his words by leaning forward on his elbows to press a kiss to your noticeably swollen clit.

Your breath stutters in your chest and you finally buck your hips into his touch, causing him to chuckle against you. Continuing to massage your soft and now smooth flesh he pulls back just enough to look up at you, knowing full well the effect his eyes have on you. 

The heat in your face that had slowly faded through the process flares up again. It’s then, while finally really looking at him you notice what he’d done. He hadn’t shaved you bald, no he’d shaved your hair into the shape of a heart.  “Really?” 

This earns you a confused look until he follows your gaze to the cheeky heart. “Oh i know you think it’s cute. Besides I did say getting rid of the hair wasn’t the point.” He ceases massaging you and parts your folds with his thumbs before leaning in to drag his tongue nearly from asshole up to your clit, curling his tongue around it and pressing back the hood. You can’t even respond to his words, instead a moan climbs up from your chest and falls past your pretty lips that have dropped into a small O. He pulls the bud into his mouth, gently suckling at it, his eyes never leaving your face even as he dips the index and middle finger of his dominant hand into your eager hole. And it is eager, so wet for him already. Soaked even, as it sucks his fingers in. He gives an appreciative hum. 

You whine and your legs wrap around him with your heels finding purchase between his shoulder blades. He just knows if he could see them your toes would be curled. He twists his fingers just right and you buck your hips again making him chuckle sending vibrations through your clit.

“A-aven!” Your fingers grip tightly at the sheets only for him to reach up to take one of your hands in his, lacing your fingers together. He releases your clit with a pop. 

“Feel that good, pretty baby?” And you could swear his voice drips with honey even as he pulls his fingers from your wet heat so he can support himself as he leans up to kiss you. He tastes like coconut and a mixture of the two of you. It’s different but good as his tongue slips into your mouth, the wet muscle sliding over your own until you suck on it, pulling a pretty moan from him this time. 

When you finally part and he pulls away fully, your fingers unlinking you can’t help but whine. 

He laughs. “Be patient, I gotta clear off the bed, unless you want to be fucking in a puddle of shaving cream and water?” By the way your face scrunches up he has his answer. He leans forward again and gives your nose a quick peck. “That’s what I thought.” With that he quickly sets to clearing the bed of all the shaving supplies. 

While you wait for him you can’t help but slide a hand between your legs, letting yourself feel the soft, bare skin before sliding between your folds that are slicked both with your arousal and Aventurine’s saliva. You tip your head back and close your eyes. 

A hum catches your attention. “Continuing without me? I’m hurt.” Your eyes flutter open to catch him undoing the one flimsy button he’d had done up on his sleep shirt before pushing the fabric off to fall to the floor. Eyes following the planes of his body to land on where he hooks his thumbs into his sleep pants. His erection presses against fabric leaving nothing to the imagination. 

“Just admiring your handiwork, Aven~” you say as you dip your fingers into yourself, letting your legs fall further apart for him to watch. “Mhm, sure.” There’s a playful gleam to his eyes as he pulls his pants down, finally giving you the delicious full view of him before he crawls onto the bed. He takes  the wrist of your hand you’re currently pleasuring yourself  and brings it to his mouth before pulling your glistening fingers into his mouth. His pretty pink tongue coming into view as it slides around your fingers. 

“F-fuck Aven, are your trying to kill me?” your question causes him to giggle around your fingers.

He releases your fingers and shuffles up between your spread legs. “There are much easier ways to kill you and I’m not inclined to do any of them.” He rests his cock on your swollen folds, admiring the sight. “Fuck I just want to make you feel good.” He rocks his hips just watching his cock slowly get coated in your arousal. “Will you let me?”

Somehow he already looks wrecked, flushed from his chest to his cheeks, with his pupils blown wide only leaving two small rings of color. You want to devour him but this time it’s his turn to take you. “Of course, you’ve already done such a good job,” You coo at him and watch as a shiver goes through him at the praise before he presses the head of his cock to your entrance. 

“Gonna make you feel so fucking good~” he moans as your heat welcomes him. “Ahaha,” A weak laugh. “You’re already so fucking wet. Did it really get you going that bad to have me shaving you? Was it the thrill of it?”

“Oh shush you” lean up to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a quick kiss against his mouth before speaking against him. “Maybe it’s just the fact that it was you taking care of me?” His hips jerk against your own, drawing a whine from him. 

“Yeah? ‘M that special?” 

“So Special that you’re the only person who I’d ever let even try that.” And you yelp as he suddenly pushes you down so he can lean over you and rut his hips against yours. “F-fuuuck, Aven!” One of your hands splays out over his shoulders while the other slides up his neck so you can sink your fingers into his hair. 

He grinds into you, the hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit. Aventurine tucks his face into the crook of your neck, sucking at the flesh there through his own moans and whines while your moans bounce off the walls of the room. His fingers twist in the fabric of the pillows on either side of your head, his pace quickening by the minute he feels your walls pulse begin to tighten around him. Your whines keening higher as he stops abusing the flesh of your neck and pulls back from your grasp so he can take hold of your hips, squeezing the soft flesh. “Almost there? So am I, so am I- J-just,” he punctuates his words by thrusting into you faster, rocking both you and the bed. “I’m almost- cum cum cum for me, sweet heart!” He chants desperately, wanting to do good for you, not wanting to leave you wanting by coming undone first. One of his hands releases its grip on your hips and goes to your straining clit, massaging the bundle of nerves. Aventurine feels it before he hears you cry out, feels your walls spasm around him and the spray of your release gushing around him causing him to topple over the edge. He falls forward as he coats your walls in sticky white, just barely catching himself on his forearms before curling around you, holding you tight in an embrace that you return. Both of you shudder through your release.

The room is quiet aside from your shared heavy breathing for several minutes, the two of you simply basking in the after glow while aventurine’s softening cock remains nestled inside of you. It’s your gentle kisses pressed to his sweaty hairline that finally bring the two you back to the world. When his eyes find yours you smile at him, bliss written over your entire expression. “Hey there, gorgeous.” 

He snorts and pinches your side making you yelp and causing your expression to fall into a pout. “Aren’t I supposed to be the smooth talker?”

“What I’m not allowed to call you gorgeous?” 

“Sounds cheesy coming from you.”

You gasp in what is maybe mock indignation. “Well I think you deserve someone being cheesy over you.” Your smile creeps back onto your face and you catch him returning it with one of his own before he hides his face in your neck. 

“I guess you’re allowed to be a little cheesy.” And he kisses your jaw.

Banner is from official art and dividers were made by @kaeyaphile

Hope you guys enjoyed and that this is at least someone's brand of spicy. I just have severe brain rot over aventurine right now.

I am still planning on writing a fic where you top him. I write reader and Aven to both be switches.

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F1 FANFICS REC LIST - Crossdressing & Lingerie Part I

Valentine's Day (1723 words) by Anonymous Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lewis Hamilton/George Russell Summary: George has a present for Lewis

oOoOoOo

Cream Peach (12979 words) by Just_a_guest1000

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz Jr Summary: Years went on, Carlos grew up becoming the Formula 1 protage his parents always wanted him to be, but the feeling of being different, wanting something different kept nagging him. However, because he was so afraid of the humiliation and disappointment that his unnatural wants could cause to his closest ones, it wasn’t until he got his own apartment in Madrid that he dared to lift the lid of the Pandora’s box inside of him. Having his own private apartment had given him the courage to do some searching online. Usually he had to drink something stronger but Carlos had began to feel that while none of his wants would ever fit into what the world wanted him to be, there were others like him out there.

oOoOoOo

she (lives in daydreams with me) (6214 words) by r0cklands Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: “I don’t know, it’s just…embarrassing,” Oscar says eventually, picking at a loose string on his shorts. He now feels small under Lando’s gaze. “I mean, it isn’t exactly normal. I don’t—most men wouldn’t want to be treated like…” “Like a pretty girl?” Oscar chokes on a breath at how blunt Lando is, his eyes fluttering shut as the phrase he mentally processes that name, coming from Lando. It’s a lot to deal with and it sends a shiver up his spine, every nerve in his body set alight from just two words. “Yeah. Yeah, just like that.”

oOoOoOo

ribbons and lace (3889 words) by onboardsora Rating: Explicit Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen Summary: Max felt like the words were bouncing around the hollow walls of his brain as everything shut down. 'You like it?' Not an excuse about performance wear, nothing about heart rate monitors or even jokes about whether his good looks could pull it off. No. Daniel had asked if he liked it. Of course he liked it, he loved it and he didn’t even know what it looked like.

oOoOoOo

gossamer fine (3957 words) by Anonymous Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: He looks good. Good in a way Oscar might like, which was really the point of the whole thing, but also like he knows what he’s doing. It occurs to him, as the hotel door swings open courtesy of the copied room key he slipped into Oscar’s hand earlier, that he has no fucking idea what he’s doing.

oOoOoOo

a touch of something silken (4350 words) by Anonymous Rating: Explicit Relationships: Oscar Piastri/Logan Sargeant Summary: It’s… bold. Different. Oscar doesn’t typically step outside the box, always mellow and consistent. But a delicious, daring fire flares beneath his skin—licks up his spine to paint his cheeks a wonderful pink—as he slips the fabric up his legs and over his hips in front of the mirror. A smile takes over his face, teeth hooked slightly on his bottom lip. It looks… amazing. He looks amazing.

oOoOoOo

stained red (5095 words) by pipitass Rating: Explicit Relationships: Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz Jr Summary: “You need to learn how to shave.”

Oscar snorts, but it comes out shaky, Carlos’s hand still cupping him over the silk, squeezing. “Not smooth enough for you?”

“No,” he says, right into the shell of his ear, fingers pulling the pink silk to the side, pressing against his rim. “I like my girls soft.”

He considers it now, standing under the spray and with an almost new razor sitting next to his bar of soap. Chooses against it when he thinks of Carlos, alone in the city he used to call home, as he searches for a new one. With nothing better to do, other than show up at his door.

oOoOoOo

Overdressed (4923 words) by Anonymous Rating: Explicit Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen Summary: Max loses a bet to Charles. He could ask for anything. Could even ask Max to ruin his own race. Instead, Charles picks something different. "Oh fuck off, I'm not wearing that." Or: Charles dresses Max in a dress and lingerie, entirely misjudges his own reaction to the sight of Max in said dress, and fucks him.

oOoOoOo

nobody wants you as bad as i do (3640 words) by peachbellini Rating: Explicit Relationships: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri Summary: “Yeah?” Oscar says finally, and he licks his lips. Lando’s stomach knots itself up, painful. He takes a step into Lando’s space, like he’s leaning in to hear him speak. It’s completely plausible. “Is that what you wanted to show me then?” “Yeah.” Lando swallows, and he presses the waistband of his trousers down, almost like he did for George, just slower, a bit more trepidation. “Bought something new, for you.”

oOoOoOo

the ocean under a pale moon (2000 words) by Belzebubcat Rating: Explicit Relationships: Alexander Albon/George Russell Summary: George sighs as he runs his hand over the soft fabric. It moves almost like water; midnight blue and shimmering like the ocean under a pale moon. Outside, the streets are alive with sounds and George is far enough up that no one can peek into his room even with the balcony doors wide open. There’s a gentle breeze carrying the buzz of the Marina Bay inside but despite the sticky heat of the night, George shivers.

[silversodas]

Wilson’s Dad energy

Something I don’t think Wilson Higgsbury gets credit for, is while it’s questionable wether or not he should be put in charge of the kids he does care about them and supports them in a way he wishes he could have been supported as a kid.

Also, as a pleasant surprise, Wilson loves children in general, a trait not usually given to the scientist character. This is evident in his quotes on the children and their stuff, I have been wanting to compile as many as I could in a post for a while. The game has rapidly evolved, especially Don’t Starve together so if I miss any let me know.

Let’s start with Wendy and Abigail

Abigail is considered a mob since she is a ghost, but she counts especially with the miss information that gets spread around about how Wilson dos not like her which isn’t true, far from it. I mean yeah, Wilson constantly quotes OTHER ghosts about how much he does not like them, but not his ghost child, or any other ghost child interestingly

Pipspook- “Awww, does someone have a little boo-boo?”

It sounds condescending in text, but from Wilson it sounds genuinely nice, especially since his other quotes on random ghost consist of “you got a lotta nerve existing!!” Each character has an observation quote on Abigail, and each one is either scared, sad, or in Willow’s case just curious, but what is Wilson “that offends me as a scientist” Higgsbury’s impression?

Abigail- “Aww, she has a cute little bow”

That’s a flower Wilson. But it doesn’t make his first impression of Abigail any less endearing, and he has more enduring quotes about both sisters in the Wendy rework, or more he has dos not always understand but try’s to be supportive Dad energy quotes like the Sisturn.

Honestly, I didn’t think the game would take Wendy in a Green Witch direction but I am here for it. A lot of people think that the ashes you use for the urn are Abbeys but it’s kinda part of the “spell” for lack of a better word. It’s similar to the mini shrines Japanese families keep in their house of their loved ones when they pass but with a magic twist, the ashes are for protection and the flowers are offerings.

When the Sisturn is full of flowers it raises the sanity of every survivor near it. Technically, that good calming aura is actually Abby herself calming the others with her presence. That’s why characters like Wickerbottom are shocked at the presence they feel, it’s Abby.

Wilson isn’t fazed by the Sisturn, or freaked out by it, and shows his support in true Dad fashion

Sisturn (empty)- “Some flowers would liven it up a bit”

Sisturn (some flowers)- “A few more should do the trick”

Sisturn (full)- “What a brilliant boo-quet!”

The first pun kinda made me roll my eyes but the last one was really cute. He treats the Sisturn like it’s a normal thing to have, him and Webber are the only two not acting brand new, and contributes to gathering flowers for it like the rest of the characters but doesn’t think it’s weird or even a big deal. It’s when the Sisturn is full that they feel Abby’s presence and people start going “woah, what!?” But Wilson exclaims “what a brilliant boo—quet!” To feeling Abby’s calming presence and I think that’s beautiful.

In the rework, Wendy is interested in plants, and in the constant becomes a full blown green witch with her ghostly elixirs for Abby. Wilson, who has a distaste for magic still shows support for the elixir’s and they are technically science the same way Wilson uses science, with the line between magic and science being razor thin.

All Ghostly Elixirs- “Ah yes. Vary science-y”

Not really high praise, but Wilson being a man who speaks without thought and is actually choosing his words carefully here, shows him caring about the person listening to him. He knows this is something she cares about, he doesn’t have to understand it to support it. Also is it just me, or did Wilson name these potions?

Revenant Restorative, Spectral Cure-All, Unyielding Draught, Distilled Vengeance, Nightshade Nostrum, and Vigor Mortis

I know everything is a pun in this game, but Vigor Mortis definitely sounds like something he would come up with.

Side note on Wendy- Wendy speaks in deadpan and has a dry sense of humor like Maxwell, but she isn’t needlessly mean either and she is actually really attached to the other survivors (love is found in the trauma bond). As a matter of fact a lot of her quotes is her expressing fear of them leaving her. She shows signs of abandonment issues, and that’s not surprising, the sudden death of an immediate family member can sometimes cause the child to feel abandoned, even when they know it wasn’t their choice to go. She has some interesting quotes on the ghost forms of the survivors.

Wendy to Wilson: That was a bad experiment Wilson….I’ll get a heart

Wendy to Willow: Say hi to Abigail while I go get you a heart Willow

Wendy to Maxwell: should I give you a heart? Hmm..

Wendy to Webber: A heart could bring back my friend

Wendy to Wortox: did you lose a game Wortox?

These are all in good humor and fondness but she has a bit more interesting quotes for a few of the other ghosts players

Wendy to Wolfgang: Everyone leaves…

Wendy to Wickerbottom: everyone that leaves takes a piece of my heart

Wendy to Wigfrid: Don’t go Wigfrid…take my heart..

Wendy to Wes: you won’t leave us if we give you a heart, right?

At first I thought maybe she liked them a bit better since she shows a fear of losing them and maybe wasn’t that close with Wilson or Willow. But then realized that she has similar reactions to Webber, her vary best friend, and Wortox, who has done the impossible and made Wendy laugh! So now I am thinking it’s the other way around.

Kids feel like they can be teasing and mischievous with people and adults they trust and know like them. Perhaps she doesn’t know where she stands with some survivors and she gets more desperate for them not to leave because she is afraid they will leave her. With Wickerbottom I think it’s more her being hard to read so Wendy doesn’t always feel reassured, even if Wickerbottom watches her and the kids a good chunk of the time. Wendy may feel like she can tease and be calm with Webber, Maxwell or Wilson because she is more reassured they don’t want to leave her.

This story is notorious for being all over the place, they have bits of their story and lore everywhere, it’s like your seeing the notes and story board at all times and your witnessing the story be put together in real time. Recently, they have been leaning more to the original don’t starve together origin of Wilson and Willow being the OGs and everyone showing up a little later (don’t starve inevitable being an example). But that could change, let’s be real.

My point is, if we see it from that point of view, Wendy was actually the third character to be added to the game. It would explain why she seems so comfortable with Wilson and Willow, she even has this sweet quote for when Willow sets something on fire

Wendy to fire starter Willow: come Willow, let’s watch the world burn together

Wendy may have a harder time understanding Wilson, but I get the feeling that he is a positive constant presence, and she is VARY used to having him around. So if he leaves the main base for more then a couple of days, she may not ask where he is, but she will visibly start looking for him. And when she eventually finds where he Galavanted off to, she will just stand there and wait for him to notice her, it never fails to make him scream and jump a foot in the air. Abigail thinks he’s funny

Next Up is Webber

Now Wilson HATES spiders, and I mean really hates them, and yeah there are quotes of Wilson being wary of Webber

Attacker Webber-I’ll roll up a news paper, just in case

I think it’s to show that Wilson didn’t trust Webber right away, I think what brings Wilson around is how much Webber likes him. It’s heavily hinted that Wilson reminds him of his Dad, and we recently learned that his Father never had time for him. Maybe Wilson learns this and they started getting closer from there, because he definitely does go out of his comfort zone for Webber. Like with the spider care addition to the game. Wilson has some pretty cute quotes for the spider care iteams

Healing goop is an item that heals Webbers pet spiders

Healing Goop-If I see any spiders around I I’ll be sure to give it to them. Maybe

He is REALLY not a fan of the pet spiders, but he is willing to get over himself for Webber, or at least he is trying.

There are also these cute treats Webber makes for them

Wilson has two quotes for them

1) “oh wow that looks….delicious Webber”

2) “Ah I…just ate! Why don’t you give it to one of your spider friends?”

Wilson may be a bit more graceful then Willow, but just like her, he is as blunt as a brick. So him holding back to not squash his enthusiasm, especially when he knows Webber holds his opinion in high regard, speaks volumes.

Next is Wurt

Wurts back story is no doubt painful, but thankfully her reasons for hanging out with the survivors isn’t. The survivors have kids her age to play with, kinda implying that it’s vary rare for kids to get turned into merms, and as a bonus they have this stuff called candy!! Also books are neat

Wilson is not a fan of many of the monsters of the world, but she is a kid and now one of them so he acts accordingly

Being revived by Wurt-“why thank you, Wurt”

I don’t know, Wurt kinda has a hard time communicating and is still learning human stuff, so I thought Wilson’s clear, direct and cheerful thank you was especially sweet.

Craftsmerm House- “it’s actually kinda cute”

Wurt has a quote on the craftsmerm house ���made it with own claws” so it’s sweet that he supports her enthusiasm.

Finally we have Walter

Walter is (as far as we know) the oldest of the survivor children, like a lot of kids his age he has something to prove. Walter actually brings something new to the table in terms of gameplay, Walter is presented as a support class player, much like Wortox and Wormwood.

Wormwoods position is defense, he can create traps to create a line of defense in battle and defend bases.

Wortox’s position is technically medic, he can collect the souls of fallen enemies and release them near allies to heal them. He also does not need the same resources humans do, he doesn’t eat food, so he easily acts as an extra set of hands to gather supplies.

Walters position is overwatch, not the game, the actual position overwatch is to be that extra gun that waits outside an operation and comes in if their is trouble. Walter is ment to stay on the side lines and be supporting fire. He also has vary handy ammo that confuses enemies and momentarily stops agro towards fellow survivors. As an added bonus he fears vary little and can tell stories around the fire

Being a supporter he has the personality of someone you can rely on, he wants to be Johnny on the spot. So I had a new respect for Wilson for his quote on being revived by Walter

Reviver- “I can always count on Walter”

Wilson knows how important it is to Walter to be seen as helpful. To be seen as that person you can count on. This quote really made me smile. Wilson’s quote on ghost Walter is cute as well

Walter, Ghost- “I know your having fun, but we’d best find you a heart”

I love that Wilson never try’s to over parentify himself on the kids. Instead of trying to be an authority figure, he prioritizes being a comforting parent figure rather then an authoritative one.

Maybe it’s because he knows what it feels like to be without one, and how hurtful it is to have your interests dismissed when your young. But that’s just my take on it, it’s still a popular theory that Wilson is a remittance man. And with the Wilson rework of him just kinda being dropped at his house may be starting to prove that right

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Hunter x Hunter Chapter 166 - Face-Off (9)

Last one for tonight

We’re pretty good

Gon is sweating a lot from his two rocks, it is really tiring for him

I hope he can take a shower after this because it must have been a while since he’s been in game

Tsezguerra is the only one considering the state of the player

he’s also a bit of a pessimist anyway

They are indeed in bad shape but they look cool and pretty good in those panels !

Killua is indeed very hurt

But look at how he can still smile !!!

Yep, it’s a child that’s suffered serious abuse, he can mask his actual feelings pretty well and smile while hurting internally

He can pretty much disconnect from his body

it’s a bad consequence of his upbringing my man

Also because he probably feels he would disappoint people by actually appearing hurt or not well when he is

The drawing is good

I love my two good boys

Best duo

The ring is bad enough, normally the whole skin should have been ripped with the ring

Let’s just say nen prevents the ring from moving once you’re inside the game

Also cool to still mention Tsezguerra still can do stuff they can’t

nen is always fun

like with the body, skills and strength work together and you can do a lot with skill alone even if you’re a bit behind in the strength department.

I’m a bit sad to realize a scene I like was added in the 2011 anime. They really did a good addition, highlighting Biscuit’s skill

I liked it

TIMEOUT

Razor likes to spin the ball

Tsez is a cool guy though

I have to agree with Tsez here, it’s not a cop out

Killua, stop trying to fake being fine challenge

Biscuit is a good mom

OUCH

You knew but seeing is quite different than just knowing

Gon looks a bit ashamed here, he knew but he still feels bad about hurting Killua

Here it comes

the famous confession line that’s traditionally used in Japan

I’m tearing up a bit, Gon trusts and loves Killua so much

Killua is honestly moved by it too, I bet he really isn’t confident enough to feel like he can be valued like that

Hisoka looks like his suspicions are being confirmed

For those who don’t know this line from Gon in japanese is a classic line used to confess one’s love, for more info on that go there

https://medium.com/anigay/let-me-begin-by-giving-you-a-puzzle-71aa326293cc

My current vision on the potentiality of Gon and Killua having a romance with each other is that it could go either way, Togashi isn’t dumb and he’s clearly coding some queerness into them as he did with many other characters in several of his works. 

He likes to play with queerness and I wouldn’t find it surprising at all if Gon and Killua’s relationship becomes romantic, for now they are friends and I’m sure Togashi’s freedom with Hunter x Hunter compared to Yu Yu Hakusho or Level E (or even things he wanted to write like Trouble Quartet) is pretty high but there could definitely be some pressure from the editors if he does that

Killua is so gay though

When I was a little gay (13 to 15) and 2011 was coming out, I basically convinced myself I couldn’t be gay because my feelings where just strong friendship like Killua’s feelings for Gon (I related a lot with Killua and identified a lot with his struggles)

this is the kind of conversation that became toxic a lot of times on forums so I’m always wary when I talk about it but some fans are so stubborn they would be capable to deny any prior hints at it if it happens. Some can see it though and agree it would make sense

Anyone saying it wouldn’t make sense, is definitely delusional and not familiar with Togashi’s work

I can definitely see this staying just a friendship too so I don’t care, their relationship makes sense as both and it’s beautifully written.

I love them

ANYWAY let’s catch this fucking ball

Hisoka really is down for all of Gon’s absurd ideas, Killua is a better person to be around him. Not buying into all he says and trying to think things through

Oh yeah emitted nen, back to Razor !!!

This guy is so dangerous he didn’t need all his aura to face Hisoka and Biscuit and put them in life threatening situation. 

Conjurer don’t need to recover their aura from conjured objects so really this is one thing that makes emitted beasts potentially viable in the case of Razor. All conjurers would become weaker when they conjure stuff otherwise and that’d be pretty dumb. Especially since it’d be like having aura removed from your usual pool just to make an item that needs the use of shu to compete with nen abilities

The cost would be double

BUT you used it like a few weeks ago to destroy the troupe’s ship ????

COMBINE

really one of the most wtf moment in Hunter x Hunter

46 - I wouldn’t be down with having a sentient girl kept somewhere to produce gold

47 - oh yeah someone sleeping in your place, pretty cool

48 - Nice smell girl

49 - fuck it a pet mermaid is also fucked up

50 - a little dinosaur, very cool

51 - pet dragon that can talk

52 - weird grasshopper with pearls

53 - king white beetle (we know it)

54 - a butterfly

it was the pet/insects card list

GOTTA CATCH ‘EM ALL

THE END for tonight

[mrpenguinpants]

Razor:  Jealous HCs

Hey anon!! As much frustration I hold for crippling oblivious couples, I also love the trope so much. Plus I adore Razor. Even though I try to not call Razor a dog, I still google “jealous dog traits”. Also, I found out both Hanniejji and I secretly HCs Bennet is friends with Razor and Fischl. If genshin won’t give me character interactions then I’ll write it myself.

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Semi Part 1: General HCs

Semi Part 2: Pre-Relationship HCs

Semi Part 3: Cuddle HCs

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Razor:  Jealous HCs

Bennet and Fischl are both foaming at the mouth at how deeply in love you BOTH are and yet you’re both equally blind. Fischl wants to grab you by the shoulders and yell at you that Razor returns your feelings and you need to stop doing whatever it is you’re doing. A sad Razor looks like a kicked puppy and even she can’t handle it. But Razor absolutely refuses for anyone to confess for him because he believes that you might just genuinely be uninterested in him. Plus, it wouldn’t feel right if he couldn’t confess himself. It’s his first love, this is important to him.

Bennet thinks it’s really sweet that his friend is in love. Even if he does get a bit pouty that whenever he get’s hurt, Razor will ask if he’s alright and leave it at that. But if you accidently trip Razor is already at your side and fussing over you. Bennet uses this as physical proof that yes, your feelings are returned and this man is in love with you, but you always brush it off as Razor’s nature to be caring. He’s smiling patiently on the outside but on the inside he has his hands in his hair and he’s screaming.

God forbid anything upsets you. Razor hasn’t been around other humans long enough to pick up on most social cues but he does have a good sense of smell. If you’re happy then the wind smells like sweet flowers. If you’re upset then it smells like mint. While Razor usually keeps himself in check and is somewhat indifferent, the second he catches any signs of distress from you he’s on high alert. Until you tell him what’s been bothering you - a group of hilichurls stole your bag of snapdragon flowers - he’s going to be on guard and stressed out. He’s already throwing his claymore over his shoulder to go and fight the monsters that tried to upset you. Wow, what a good friend you say to Fischl. Fischl is ready to punt you off a cliff.  

Razor tries his best to show that he likes you by bringing the things you need and looking like such a proud pup. He looks at you with such hopeful eyes that it takes you a second to register what he’s asking before you feel your own heart rate speed up and pound into your ears. You flush pink before you move to embrace him and ruffle his hair as praise as he nuzzles into your shoulder affectionally. You assume his affectious actions are apart of his wolf nature and how they act so you try not to read too deep into things. Even if Razor seems a bit too happy to be hugging you and receiving pets. Or the fact he doesn’t let anyone else pet him...

Bennet tries his best to help his friend out by giving Razor some advice but considering Bennet himself hasn’t been in a relationship yet, it’s all practical. Telling Razor that he’s seen couples bring each other flowers as a sign of affection, maybe Razor could find some plants to bring you? It ends horribly when he offers you a wolfhook and you just stare at him. He says that these are his feelings towards you but you’re just...so confused?? Wolfhooks have thorns so does that mean he thinks you’re clingy? Isn’t that a bad thing? Are you annoying to him?? But wolfhooks also symbolize wolves so is he saying you’re like family to him??? You’re internally screaming while debating if you just got family-zoned or if Razor is trying to subtly tell you that he doesn’t like you.

Just because Razor is, somehow, unsure if you actually like him or not. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t get incredibly jealous and possessive at any unknown presence. He’s still a bit wary of the City due to all the conflicting smells and noises but he can’t help but look so sad when you have to run errands and you can’t visit him. But when you mention that a really nice knight gifted you a flower does Razor see red. He gave you a flower?? Shouldn’t you be happy with his? Why do you need another one when you have his? Is his gift not good enough? Is this your way of saying you’re interested in someone else? This poor boy is on the verge of either running off to go sulk or find the man that gave you this flower, which up until his knowledge - courtesy of Bennet - is a sign of courting, and absolutely destroy him to prove he’s the better partner.

He tries to keep it under wraps since he's been told that while in the City, he needs to exercise restrain and understand that if he enters. He's expected to at least respect the laws and people. But this poor wolf is so feral over this new development and this new smell that's been clinging onto you that whatever worries and isolation issues Razor felt about the city flies out the window as his protective instincts kick into overdrive. He sees other people and even pets as a rival for your attention and love. He just wants to scoop you up and growl at everything as a message to say “this is mine, go get your own”.

Even when the both of you are far away from the city, Razor’s continued mood seems to hang heavy over both your heads. You’re not sure what exactly caused Razor to be on high alert. He’s snapping and growling at everything little thing that comes close, even a butterfly!

You abruptly stop walking to Razor’s surprise as you whip around and frown at him. He can feel a chill run up his spine as he stands perfectly straight as you study him before you hold your palm out and looked at him expectantly. He looks at your hand with a small spark of perked attention before his nose twitches and he goes back to sulking. You’re still waiting for him as he shuffles a bit, his hair that resembled a wolf ear is twitching, before he whines and trots over and places his chin on your palm. He’s looking up at you with the most kicked puppy expression and you don’t even know what you did but you feel like the worse person in all of Teyvat.

“Razor...what’s gotten into you?” you ask gently as you rub circles into his cheek as he nuzzles into your palm. He seems really conflicted as his eyes dart away from your face and he almost looks guilty. He just whines and turns and buries his face into your warm palm. You’ve never really seen him like that before as you awkwardly try and comfort him. Until the same flower slips out of your pocket and you hear something primal growl out of Razor. His teeth are pulled back and he snarls at the flower as his pupils dilate. You quickly get between him and the poor flower before Razor tries to do anything.

“Seriously Razor, what’s gotten into you?” you asked concerned. He quickly shifts his attention to you as he pounces and knocks you over. You left off a soft noise as the wind get’s knocked out of you but you peep when his hands cage you from above. Razor’s red eyes bore into yours and you’re suddenly thinking the air is getting too hot. 

“Do you like Razor?” he asks, tilting his head in a cute pout. It makes you internally coo before you quickly snap out of it. Stay focused! 

“Of course I do! Remember we talked about this?” you say as you remember back to your previous interactions but this only seems to frustrate Razor more.

“No. Not that like. More...” Razor struggles with his words as he tries to piece together the right string of sounds to try and convey what he’s feeling. He seems so conflicted that it breaks your heart a bit. So you reach up and gently rub behind his ear as he closes his eyes and relaxes. He breathes in deeply as his eyes open and his pupils return to normal, but vastly determined.

“Together. Always. Just...us,” Razor says softly as he looks at you hopefully. There’s a small pink dust to his cheeks as his fang digs into his lip in nervousness. You’re not sure why but your heart absolutely sky rockets at it and you can feel your face flush pink.

“Um, yes?” you nod along, you think you’re understanding what he’s trying to say. Maybe he was just upset you were spending so much time in the City and away from him that he felt your friendship was neglected? That would make you really upset. But the way he phrases his words makes you believe that perhaps...

Before you can think more on it. Razor’s face breaks into a grin that nearly blinds you from the pure affection that sprouts from it. He’s already hugging you harder as he starts rubbing his nose and cheek against your neck. Making soft and happy sounds as he nuzzles you. He’s never done that before but you assume he’s just so happy. You breath a sigh of relief that it appears that your message to him was clear enough.

Yeah of course, friends always, you think

Lupical. Partner. Mate, Razor thinks.

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whistling as I pretend I don’t see your stares. Yeah ik but it’s ok. This is a sorta semi series. We’ll build upon it. But Xiao content is next lol. I’m taking inspiration from this. I mean, when I don’t feel like shit 😷

I’ve been listening to [  Softy - Dear Moon ]. This isn’t the usual kind of music I listen to but it came on shuffle and this is now my mental breakdown song.

Quick edit: Turns out this is an ost from “My Mister”. I’ve never been into kdramas (I think I’ve only seen goblin, she was pretty, and Hwarang) but the cover picture looks so upsetting? My friend is really into tgcf and I believe that had a live action as well. 

[stylesberries]

Right Choice

Summary: Harry has a moustache now and you want to get it sticky.

Genre(s): pure smut

Word Count: 3.0k

Warning(s): swearings, sexual intercourse, sticky moustache.

A three-month quarantine resulted in a long ass list of awful consequences, starting from an economic fall to a rise in unemployment. Living this reality was depressing. It was hard to stay positive when people around were losing their jobs and being separated from their loved ones. You and Harry luckily got to quarantine together, as you were both peacefully cuddling in Los Angeles when it was announced that the borders are closing.

Being together in a closed space for so long took a toll on the relationships of many couples. Every day you heard people here and there getting divorces and breaking up because of the fact that they couldn’t stand each other for so long. Thankfully, as Harry was doing PR before the quarantine and overall gets to spend little to no time with you when he’s working, you were more than happy to be stuck together.

Your relationship had already felt like marriage before, but now you were thrown into a complete married life simulator.

You loved it.

You were waking up to your boyfriend showering you with kisses every day, and deep inside you knew that you have to make sure your skin remembers every touch and every kiss of his for the times when he’s away.

Your days were full of baking cookies, playing Scrabble, having sex in every room of the house, and, of course, trying out new things when it comes to your appearance.

You would keep debating on cutting your bangs at least six times a day, to a point where you had to change your lock screen to a picture of you with awful photoshopped bangs, just to fight off the constant desire to cut your hair.

Harry, on the other hand, left his hair alone for a while and would let you cut his hair from time to time when it would get too out of control, making it hard for him to tame it.

While you were busy watching a tutorial on how to cut hair, only half an hour into the process, Harry was staring into a mirror holding the hair you already cut off up to his upper lip.

“Baby,” Harry called.

Despite the fact that you were standing right next to his chair, all of your attention was on the tutorial, so you didn’t hear him calling out for you.

“Babeee.” He whined this time, desperately trying to get you to pay attention to him.

“Huh? What? Sorry, love, what were you saying?” You pulled yourself from the screen of your phone and looked up to Harry’s reflection in your bathroom mirror.

He was sitting in a chair, which you carried to your bathroom from the kitchen, with your raincoat wrapped around his upper body, to make sure none of the little hairs end up in his shirt, tickling him for the rest of his life. You noticed how he was holding up the short hair pieces you had just cut off up to his face.

“Whatcha think? Should I shave off the sides?”

You knew he was referring to his beard, which you grew to love. Although in the beginning you weren’t used to the feeling of prickly skin on yours when you kissed, with the time you got used to razor burns and started enjoying the feeling of his bearded chin in the crook of your neck whenever you were cuddling. However, you weren’t sure if you enjoyed that or seeing his beard wet of your juices every time he went down on you more.

Letting yourself get a bit too carries away with your fantasies, you looked back into his eyes, processing his question properly this time.

“The sides only? Into a moustache you mean?,” you questioned.

“Yeah. I was thinking that if I’ll be home for a while, why not try anything new with the facial hair, now that I can grow a bit more than a couple of hairs here and there?” Harry smiled at you, trying to analyze your facial expression to figure out what you think about his idea.

You weren’t particularly against it; you’ve just never been too into moustaches. Although you knew your English curly was right - this was just the best time to do this, if he wants to try it and see.

Your hand went to reach his and to grab a couple of hair pieces to bring them up to his upper lip. Placing the hair in a moustache shape you looked down at him, awaiting his judgement.

“Like this, baby?” you asked.

He considered the shape you suggested and let his hand rise to yours over his face. He pulled on the hairs on the two ends of the ‘moustache’ and looked back to his reflection. Harry’s gaze fell upon your face right after, asking for your opinion on his alteration.

“I think it would look cute.” Never before had you though that your boyfriend would have a moustache, as you were never really a fan of how they looked. However, you never really imagine that you would be able to call Mr. Harry Styles himself your boyfriend, and we all know that this man, sitting in front of you, can make anything look good.

“Really? Are y’sure it won’t look weird and all?” he asked feeling a bit conscious over the change.

“Honey, first of all - everything looks amazing on you, okay? And I am completely serious. Secondly, if you hate it, you can always shave it off, right?” You placed your hands on his shoulders, still talking to him while looking into his reflection’s eyes.

Harry blushed at your compliment and reclined back into the chair, pushing his head back to you and puckering his lips, awaiting your kiss. You noticed the green eyes piercing yours from below and his bright pink lips inviting yours. You bent slightly to reach his lips with yours. As you pulled away, Harry got up and covered the sides of his beard with his hands and stared intently in the mirror once again.

“I think you’ll look hot. Not that you don’t already look hot.” You pressed a kiss on his back and sneaked your hands under the raincoat and his shirt, pressing them against his bare chest.

“I’m doing it then?” He hesitated and reached for his shaving cream and razor, looking for a sign of approval from you before applying it.

“I’m all for it, so it’s up to you.” Harry nodded and started applying the shaving cream onto his cheeks.

“Just know that you have to eat me out whenever you’re done here because I’m dripping,” you casually announced, as you pulled your hands from under his shirt to walk out of the bathroom, leaving him standing with shaving cream in his beard. Walking out of the bathroom, you could see his jaw drop through your peripheral vision.

“Fuck, Y/N...” he groaned.

That’s what he gets for being so fucking hot.

Here you were standing in the kitchen, making yourself some tea to pass the time while Harry was busy shaving. You tried to distract yourself from the constant pulsating in your lower stomach by scrolling through Instagram, not really paying attention to the content of the feed.

You were so focused on the mindless scrolling that you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps coming your way from outside the kitchen.

“Y/N,” Harry breathed heavily, as he walked closer to you from the back.

You turned around, finally noticing his presence. Let’s just say - he was a sight to see. The moment you saw his beard newly shaven, except for the area above his lips, making him look like he just came from the 70s, you felt your juices starting to coat your thighs right there and then.

“Fuck,” you thought.

Harry, knowing you inside out, in every meaning of that phrase, could see the lust filling your eyes and your pupils dilating.

“Like it, huh, baby?” He walked right up to your heated self.

Even though your mind was clouded with lust, you could still see his erection, as he was making his way towards you.

“Harry fucking Styles, if you keep teasing me I will ki—.” The end of the sentence ended up in Harry’s mouth, as he pushed his lips against yours full of need.

You could feel the moustache prickle the top of your lip.

You loved every second of it.

Harry pulled himself from you and pushed you up to sit on the counter.

“I’ll be getting t’work now if you don’t mind.” He didn’t even look up at you for approval, getting down on his knees in front of the counter.

Next thing you knew - he was pulling your pants off of your legs.

“Hold onto somethin’, baby.”

You reached for the corner of the cupboard, waiting for Harry to take some action.

With one harsh pull, your pants went flying away from both of you, landing next to the kitchen table.

“Fuck, Y/N, I can smell y’from here. Who made y’so wet, baby? Was it me? Or the moustache, huh?” A loud moan left your mouth to answer his question.

“What do you want me to m’do, love? Where d’you want me?” He started dragging the tip of his nose along your legs, starting from your ankles and going up from there. The thick hairs below his nose pricked the soft skin of your inner thighs and you couldn’t keep yourself from pushing your hands through his half-cut curls and pulling him further into your thighs.

“H, fuck, it feels so good.” You closed your eyes, as you felt him move his head to the other leg, neglecting the place where you craved him the most.

“Answer m’questions.” He calmly spoke into your knee; the movement of his lips made you squirm.

“I-I want you on me.” You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, even though you weren’t at all specific.

“I am on you.” He teased you, as his lips started kissing your ankles.

“Not there...” You whined as he kept himself away from your core.

“Where then, sweetheart? Don’t think I understand.” He looked up at you with his chin pressed against your inner thigh once again, flashing you the most innocent look you’ve seen. You would’ve fallen for it if you didn’t know him so well.

Normally, you would’ve been stubborn and wouldn’t have given in to his teasing, but you were so wet that you couldn’t wait any longer.

“I want you...on my pussy.” You blushed even harder, feeling your ears getting hot.

Harry looked up from your thighs and gave you a smile.

“Anything you say, my dear. See - that wasn’t s’hard.” He smirked up at you, starting to pull on your underwear.

At this point you were long gone, finally getting what you’ve been asking for this whole time. You paid his teasings no mind, as you felt your underwear being slowly pulled down your legs, eventually joining the pants on the floor.

“Ugh, fuck. Look at m’girl. You’re glistening with cum, sweetheart.” He was ready to dive right into his favorite meal of the day, spreading your legs before him.

Unfortunately, instead of going straight to where you wanted him, he left kisses along your lower stomach.

You couldn’t hold yourself any longer and took the matter into your own hands. Quite literally.

You placed your hands back into your tease-of-a-boyfriend’s hair and pushed his head down into your pussy, feeling the tip of his nose brush against your folds.

“Fuck, that’s right, Y/N. Show me how much y’need me. Come on. Use me, honey.”

You didn’t expect him to be so turned on by your action, but the words following were the ones that left you hyperventilating.

“I’ll stay here,” He moved slightly away from your entrance. “And you,” he continued. “You will fuck m’face. Get m’face all wet with your juices.”

Your eyes rolled back as you felt his words echo in your head.

“I need you,” was all you could blurt out.

“Take me then.”

You couldn’t keep yourself from pushing your pussy against his face, nor did you want to.

As you started rapidly and desperately moving your hips against his mouth, nose, and his new moustache, you felt the pleasure you’ve never before experienced.

You could feel Harry was enjoying it as well, if not more than you did if that was possible. He shut his eyes close in pleasure and let you use his face to get off.

You could feel him press his face harder against your opening, each time your hips moved to meet him.

“God, H. You feel so good against my pussy. Fuck it feels so good.” You needed him to know how good he was making you feel, without even having to do much.

You felt him smile into your entrance, and his moustache lightly grazes your clit.

“Oh my God, Harry. Do that again, please.” You tried pushing your hips lower to experience the feeling again.

You were lucky to see Harry contribute to the teamwork without teasing you for once. He lifted his head up to let the thick hairs meet the surface of your sensitive spot.

It hurt. It was too sensitive, and you loved every second of it. You felt a familiar rush and fluttering in your lower stomach.

“Already?” You thought. You had never felt an orgasm coming this fast before.

Harry kept bowing his head onto your pussy, this time adding his tongue. Instead of playing with you a bit as he usually did in the beginning, he went straight to your vagina, pushing the tip of his tongue inside of you, which caught you by surprise. You forgot all the letters and words and couldn’t make a single sound except helpless whimpering, moaning, and calling out for your boyfriend to fuck you harder.

Harry was so focused on getting you to cum that he didn’t make a sound either, except groaning into you from now and then, not being able to hide the fact that he was having the time of his life.

“H-Harry.” You weakly whimpered.

He couldn’t hear you. The sounds of your wetness, his lips smacking as he sucked on your clit between going back and forth fucking you with his tongue and your sweet moans were ringing in his ears.

“Har,” you moaned his name louder, this time catching his attention. He kept fucking you with his tongue while rising his eyes up at you to let you know he was listening.

“I’m gonna cum, don’t stop baby, please don’t stop.” You were begging at this point, letting him know he had to take full control, as you were too out of it to control your body’s movements.

Harry picked up the pace at which his tongue was entering your pussy through your folds. You tried to find anything to hold onto, but the cupboard that you were holding onto before was too smooth, so your hand kept slipping.

You felt the fluttering intensify and your head feeling light. You were so close.

You just needed one last push to get you over the edge.

Harry knew it as well.

He pulled his mouth away from your vagina, quickly replacing it with his fingers before you could start complaining. As he started working his fingers in and out of you, curling them to make sure his finger pads press directly at your sweet spot inside, he got an idea.

Looking up at you with your eyes closed and your mouth agape, so close to your peak, he pressed his mouth a little lower from your clit. This also meant that his moustache found home directly on your clit. Harry didn’t let himself stay still for too long, turning his head from side to side to give you all of the sensations you needed.

“Fuck, Harry, I’m cumming,” was all you could get yourself to say between your screams of his name.

He fucked in and out of you even faster than before, feeling you start to tighten around him, as you did right before you came. Noticing it, he moved his head faster, giving your clit a lick from time to time.

“Harry!” You felt an orgasm hit you. Hard. You felt your body shake in convulsions, as it moved through you. Your senses became even more aware of every touch of his. You felt Harry moan against you. As your mind slowly became more aware of your surroundings, you felt Harry’s fingers slide out of you. Even though your mind was still hazy, you saw him move them up to his mouth to lick them clean.

“Har?” You softly called out for him.

“Here, my beautiful.” He cooed, getting up from his knees, helping you sit up comfortably on the counter, as you were sliding off of it.

“Are you okay, love? Came hard, didn’t you? Feeling alright?” He carefully enveloped you in a hug.

“Mhmmm,” was all you could say, as your mind was still too foggy from the orgasm.

“Oh shit.” Harry cursed under his breath, pulling one of his hands from you.

“What?” You were alert and worried if something bad happened. You followed his eyes down to his pants, confused as ever. Before you saw a wet spot in the front of his pants.

“Came in m’pants.” He blushed a little, feeling embarrassed. He didn’t even have to touch himself.

“But you didn’t even-“

“You’re just s’hot, couldn’t help it.” He explained.

Only now you noticed his moustache. It was completely covered in your juices.

“UGH HARRY COME ON!” You hungrily jumped on him.

The moustache was the right choice.

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Helluva Deal (Miraculous X Helluva Boss)

Well, since Miraculous crossovers with Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel are a thing now, I figured I’d write my own on how I think it would likely go. Since this IS the Helluva Boss universe, expect mentions of death and the afterlife, allusions to violence, innuendos, and general inappropriateness:

“Let me get this straight.”

Blitzo stared down the demon before him.

Said demon simply looked back, unimpressed. The little thing was small with blue skin, dorky-looking round glasses, and uneven horns. It wasn’t even a notable demon. Just a random weaker demon who somehow got the funds to pay for their services.

And normally, Blitzo was hardly one to turn down money—or a job that offered money. But this…

“You want to pay us to kidnap someone from Earth—not murder, which is in our company’s name, but kidnap. Which is decidedly more difficult and less fun.”

“Yep.”

Blitzo steepled his fingers together and held them up to his face. “And you want this person kidnapped—not so you can kill her yourself for whatever issue you may have, but because you want her to make you a jacket.”

“Yep.”

“A plain old jacket you could just get anywhere here in Hell.”

The demon gasped in offense. “It’s not just ANY jacket! It’s an MDC original piece and I want one!”

Blitzo took a breath, getting the feeling he was going to regret this. 

“Why?”

This…made the demon pause and eventually shrug. “Well, I did say I would have died for an MDC jacket. And I’m dead now, so…gimme.”

Well, who was he to argue with that logic?

Although…

“That is going to require quite a bit more effort…” He started, obviously leading…

The demon gave a flat look. “I’m not paying you double. I need the rest to pay her for the jacket.”

“Why would you want to pay for it?” Blitzo demanded. “This is Hell! You’re a demon! Just steal one!”

“It’s a commission! I have to pay for it!”

Blitzo would have spit out his drink if he’d had one.

“What are you even in Hell for, anyway? You won’t kill. You won’t steal. You just want to pay some human for a jacket you could get anywhere. What’s the point of that?” He asked, giving the other demon a strange look because really, what kind of demon WANTED to pay for things?

The demon stared flatly at Blitzo, his tail flicking against the chair in apparent increasing agitation.

"Are you saying that a commission shouldn't be paid for?” The demon asked curiously, sounding a little...too polite. “Because the last guy who tried to skip out on paying for a commission died. Eyes stabbed out and everything. Do you want to risk that kind of thing happening to you?"

…

Blitzo paled.

“Oh.”

The silence lingered to the point of long past uncomfortable as the demon continued to wait for an answer and Blitzo’s not so subtle attempt to desperately press his secret security button under his desk had no effect.

This would turn out to be because of Loona disconnecting the thing due to her hangover. Though in the moment, Blitzo would choose to blame Moxie.

After a good minute of no response from his team, Blitzo started to sweat when the determined artist demon seemed to grow bored and pulled out a pencil.

He jumped to his feet.

“We’ll take the case!”

And immediately fled the room.

_______

Once on Earth, the problem came up rather quickly that they had no idea who MDC was or how to access them. The client only knew the target was a fashion designer in Paris, which narrowed it down to one city at least but still was little help when the city in question was one of the fashion capitals of the world.

Blitzo, naturally, took the lead in trying to work out a means of information gathering.

And by “naturally”, what was really meant was “horribly failing”.

“I’m telling you, the plan is foolproof. We hold someone for ransom until MDC trades herself.” Blitzo said with apparent glee.

“Sir, that would be the exact opposite of subtle and get us the wrong kind of attention!”

Moxie, for his part, was trying to come up with what he would call “sensible plans”. Millie was simply scouting the area while the two argued. Ever faithful Loona stayed behind to try using her own connections…a magazine.

Needless to say, Blitzo was the one carrying the team. Or at least in his not-so-humble opinion.

Blitzo rolled his eyes. “I don’t see you coming up with any plans, Moxie.”

The smaller demon gave his boss a disgruntled glare. “I already told you! We should just go back and ask the client for more information!”

“Hmm…” Blitzo paused, before pulling out his phone. “Hey, Loona. The client still in my office?”

“Yeup.”

Blitzo immediately closed the phone. “Yeah—nope.”

“Sir—”

“He gouged a guy’s eyes out, Moxie! I need my eyes! I’m too pretty to lose them! They frame my face!” Blitzo exclaimed, bringing his hands up to his head in a fit of dramatics. “Is that what you want, Moxie? Do you want me to lose my precious, precious eyes?”

Moxie stared at the man like he was insane. Granted, Moxie had long had doubts about his boss’s sanity, but still...

“Hey, fellas?” Millie called, interrupting the two as she waved them over to the side of the building they had set up a temporary base atop of. “Listen to this!”

Blitzo immediately headed over, with Moxie following along behind looking annoyed. As they got closer, they heard what Millie had called them over about. Blitzo leaned over and peeked into the room in question.

Below them was an open window of the building where apparently a number of teenagers were gathered within for some inexplicable reason. And in this specific room, a group of the teens were gathered around one particular girl with a large forehead and hair that appeared to be made of meat. It was this girl who had their attention.

“—really friends with MDC?” One short blonde asked, looking overly excited like Blitzo did when he got a paycheck.

“Of course!” The meat-girl replied, looking smug. “We go way back! I was even the one who encouraged him to start in fashion and inspired his Heroes line.”

Blitzo looked back up at his team. “I thought MDC was a girl?”

Moxie shrugged. “If no one knows their real identity who's to say if they're a boy or a girl?"

“What else are they saying?” Millie asked, which returned the focus to the room.

More talking from below, using words that none of the demons really understood or cared about.

“—which was why he even made the Fox outfit for me!”

“Wasn’t that design based on Rena Rouge rather than Volpina?” One other girl with blue hair asked from the doorway of the room. She appeared to be rather annoyed for some odd reason.

The meat-girl looked somber. “Well, that was before he had to change it. After all, as bold as he is, not many people would support an akuma line, even if he had kept my idea to donate the funds to charity for the victims.”

The group “oo”-ed over the girl and praised her for her thoughtfulness. The meat-girl preened at the attention. The bluenette rolled her eyes. Some other blond guy looked on in disappointment.

“How amazing!” The little blonde exclaimed, clasping her hands to her cheeks. “I’d love to be able to meet MDC!”

“So would we!”

All eyes fell to the window which Blitzo, Millie, and Moxie used to make their entrance.

Honestly, he thought it was one of his better displays of dramatics. It certainly warranted some applause. Or screams of fear. Maybe one fainting.

“Akuma!”

Honestly, he was rather disappointed by the underwhelming response.

“I know we're demons and all, but I thought this place was French, not Japanese!"

“Nevermind that.” Blitzo replied to his workers before stepping forward to face the students.

Or rather one student in particular.

“Greetings! I am Blitzo. The two behind me are Millie and Moxie.”

The class stared as one of the two glared at them while the other waved cheerfully—or would be considered cheerfully if her teeth weren’t so razor sharp.

“We represent IMP, a for-hire group out of Hell. We take contracts, complete tasks, and make wishes come true!”

The teens looked at the demons in wariness and confusion.

“That sounds nice…” The little blonde in pink said.

“Those wishes generally involve murder.”

“I take it back! That sounds horrible!”

Blitzo grinned. “We are the ‘Immediate Murder Professionals’, dealing with the unfinished business of those poor wretched souls who are seeking some small vindication in their current status in Hell.”

“Then…why are you here?” The bigger male demanded.

Blitzo ignored him in favor of his true target.

“You! Ugly girl!” He shouted, grabbing the meat-girl.

“Hey!” She exclaimed, insulted.

He shook her. “Take us to MDC and we’ll rip out those sausage-links you call hair!”

“…don’t you mean ‘or’?”

He grinned ferally.

“No.”

She shrieked in fear.

“Lila!” Others cried out in horror.

Ah, yes. There was the fear. This, Blitzo was good with. It made him feel better about the previous lackluster response to his entrance.

“Why do you want me?!” The girl—Lila shouted, looking panicked. “I don’t know where MDC is!”

He raised an eyebrow at this. “But you said you were friends.”

She glanced around, taking note of the fact that her cohorts were still in the room. Though he didn’t know why that should matter for her answer.

“We are! But…I don’t know where he lives now! He’s moved since his name got out there and hasn’t given me the address yet!”

A glasses-wearing girl frowned in confusion. “But didn’t you just say that he invited you to his house for fittings?”

“Yeah, you said it was for the latest line that just came out.” Another girl with multi-colored hair added.

“That was months ago. Before he moved.” Lila replied quickly. “So I can’t help you.”

“Sure, you can!” Blitzo replied jovially. “We can just use you as ransom until MDC agrees to hand himself over.”

Moxie approached the two, keeping his gun leveled at the other kids. “We can save some time and see if she can’t call him.”

“Hey, yeah!” Millie agreed, grabbing Lila’s bag off of her and searching for her phone. “If they’re friends, she’s gotta have his contact info!”

“It’s not in there!” Lila replied quickly. “I was worried someone would steal my phone to get his info so I don’t keep his number in my phone!”

Millie frowned, before holding the now open phone up to Lila. “Then just type in the number yourself.”

Lila glanced around the room in growing agitation. “I can’t! I don’t have it memorized!”

“Then where did you write it down?”

“I lost it!”

The demons were looking particularly vexed.

“When and where?”

“It was a while ago. I don’t know where.” Lila replied.

A girl with glasses looked at her in confusion. “But didn’t you say you just called him this morning to congratulate him on the new line? And that he promised you a free outfit as thanks for all your help?”

Lila paled. “I—”

“Then the number should still be in the phone under its call history.” Moxie noted. Millie grinned and looked back to the phone screen to look through the data.

“I deleted it right after!” Lila shouted desperately.

Millie looked up at her in irritation.

Then promptly crushed the phone in her grip.

Lila shrieked, though it would be up for debate as to whether it was in shock at the loss of her phone or in fear that she may soon share that same fate.

Blitzo seemed similarly put out, but ended up shrugging it off as he pulled Lila closer to him. “Then it’s back to Plan A to hold her for ransom. Or torture her to see if she can’t remember the details.”

“No, please!”

“Lila!”

“Let her go!”

Lila grabbed at the arm holding her, panicked but not enough beyond reasoning. She couldn’t afford to reveal she lied now. She could only hope that these monsters would take her somewhere private where she could manipulate them with less witnesses.

Marinette, for her part, was also analyzing the situation.

These were three unknowns. Definitely not akumas. If they were to be believed, they were actual demons. From Hell. Which existed, apparently. And was where Lila would likely find herself in the next hour if she kept this up.

But from Lila’s expression, it seemed she was insistent on staying tight-lipped about her lies. Marinette figured as much due to her history. But she would have thought that Lila would have had some measure of self-preservation. Though perhaps that only applied to the preservation of her lies and manipulations rather than her own well being.

It was clear that Lila wasn’t going to get herself out of this. Not in any way that would spare her and everyone else in the room, at any rate.

As it was, the classmates were about to rally in Lila’s defense. While they had stood their own against akumas in the past,Marinette didn’t want to see how well they would fare against demons. Nor did she want to have to test if the Miraculous Cure would be enough to fix whatever would be left of them if they tried.

Marinette looked to the doorway.

No one was paying any attention to her right now. She could escape. She could go out, find a place to transform, and come back to deal with these…demons.

But by the time she returned, who was to say what could happen. The demons could kill Lila. They could kill all of her friends for being witnesses.

Ladybug may not be able to fix this.

But Marinette…as Marinette, she could.

“I’m MDC.” Marinette admitted.

Everyone froze.

“Come again.”

“MDC.” Marinette enunciated. “It stands for Marinette Dupain-Cheng. My name. I’m MDC. I’m the one you want.”

Alya stared. “Girl?”

Moxie looked at her in consideration. “That would fit with the client’s report of MDC being female.”

Millie, frowned in suspicion. “How do we know she’s really MDC?”

Marinette took a breath and slowly pulled out her tablet. “Well, my signature is in the clothes, so if you’ll let me pull up one of the shots, I can point it out and—”

Blitzo cut her off, grabbing her arm. “Yeah, I think we’ll just take you both and let the client sort it out. Sound good? Good, because we’re leaving.”

“Bye all!” Millie said, waving to the group. “Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do!”

Moxie rolled his eyes. “That’s a pretty short list…”

Blitzo ignored them an opened a portal, dragging both girls after him. Without a glance back, both Millie and Moxie followed him through the portal. Before anyone else could move, the gateway closed behind them.

A long pause followed.

“Not so fast!”

Suddenly, the door was kicked open as Chat Noir burst into the room.

The much less enemy-filled room.

“Um…did I miss the party?”

_______

The room they soon found themselves appeared, for all intents and purposes, completely normal. It looked like an office of the sort they’d find anywhere in Paris. Complete with a secretary’s desk, a few chairs, and a table littered with magazines.

The difference was made quickly apparent, however, through the view out the window. The landscape the deceptively quaint room was mostly a collage of red and black, with a sunless sky above and a myriad of strange buildings. Also of note where the various denizens of…distinctly non-human appearance wandering the streets outside.

“All right, ladies! Welcome to Hell!” Blitzo announced with a flourish, causing the girls to pale.

Lila fell back with a screech, landing on her butt and immediately attempting to scuttle back away. Her path was quickly halted as she bumped into something. Looking up, that “something” was actually a wolf monster, making Lila panic even further.

Loona, for her part, was not having a good morning—ignoring, of course, that it was actually the afternoon. And as if it wasn’t bad enough that her hangover still hadn’t cleared, now some…thing had shoved into her, followed shortly by an ear-piercing shriek that only made her head feel worse.

Seeing the way the wolf demon growled, Lila opened her mouth, possibly to scream even more when Marinette quickly shoved a hand over her mouth with a smile to Loona.

“Oh my! Your hairstyle is quite lovely!” She lied. Blatantly lied to the wolf girl’s face.

“It’s bed-head.”

“I couldn’t even tell. It looks so sleek and shiny!”

“Whatever.” Loona grumbled and stormed off to the break room, slamming the door behind her (and then immediately regretting it due to the noise agitating her headache).

Marinette decided to take the initiative. “So…what do you want with us, anyway?”

“Our client paid us a pretty penny—”

“Basic contract.” Moxie interrupted.

“Pretty. Penny.” Blitzo continued as if he hadn’t heard. “For a chance to meet with MDC.”

Okay, they had mentioned that before.

“Then what?”

“If you are MDC, you can do whatever the client is wanting. If you’re not, you’ll at least make for a decent distraction while we escape and blow up the building.”

The humans in the room blanched at that.

“WHAT?!”

“I know. She was a beautiful building.” Blitzo said mournfully as he actually wiped a tear from his eye. “And I just got my office arranged how I like it, too. But it

Marinette stared.

Lila whimpered.

“I second that ‘what’.” Moxie interrupted. “Nobody at any point discussed blowing up the building!”

“It was on page 3 of the handout I gave you this morning, Moxie.” Blitzo exclaimed, covering his eyes in exasperation. “At least read the mission briefings!”

“Sir, the ‘handout’ was a paper napkin. There was no third page!” Moxie insisted.

Beside him, Millie for her part was looking over the aforementioned napkin for the part that was supposed to mention the circumstances in question…or really any of the plan.

“We’ll discuss it later.” Blitzo said over his shoulder to Moxie as he proceeded to grab both human girls and drag them over to a previously closed door.

“Hey wait—!”

“Hang on!”

Within seconds, Blitzo opened the door and proceeded to shove both girls through before slamming it shut behind them, the last thing they heard being him mentioning where to buy explosives.

_______

So.

Recap.

Hell was real. Demons were a thing. And the two human girls were getting a first hand view of the less than pleasant or holy side of the afterlife.

Marinette was…actually taking it all in stride.

Lila was less so. She was sitting ramrod straight in the chair, keeping a tight grip on her knees and trying very hard not to move as her eyes glanced quickly around the room at the assembled demons.

Marinette actually felt bad for her. And probably should have been panicking herself, all things considered. Maybe she would have been had it not been for her extensive experience as Ladybug.

Sure, it was Hell, but floating gods and people turning into monsters had already broadened her horizons of the possibilities of the universe. Plus despite the name of the company that had kidnapped them both, murder didn’t appear to be on the table. All in all, despite the circumstances, Marinette didn’t feel that scared.

The fact that the “client” in question who hired the group was actually a fan of hers wanting a commission helped quite a bit with that.

As did the flattery.

“OMG! OMG! I can’t believe it! It’s you! Can I get your autograph?! No—wait! I need to focus! Can I get a jacket with your autograph?!”

“Thank you.” Marinette said, somewhat flustered. Honestly, she hadn’t thought she had gained THAT much fame. Especially not enough for someone to want to commission her from the afterlife.

…was that a thing? Could that be a thing?

“What I don’t get is why the other girl had to tag along?” The demon asked, curiously. “Is she your assistant or something?”

Lila brightened, looking ready to speak—likely to try to lie her way out of this. Or mess up what little peace Marinette had managed to create.

“No!” Marinette interrupted quickly, ignoring Lila’s petulant glare. “No, she’s not. There was just a mix up since they didn’t know where I was or who to bring.”

Blitzo rolled his eyes. “Well, how were we supposed to know?!”

“You could have asked me when I contracted you.” Said the demon, somewhat annoyed.

“I have a website, you know.” Said Marinette, very annoyed.

They paused.

“…the fuck’s a website?”

Silence.

Marinette coughed. “In any case, you wanted to commission me?”

“Oh, yes!”

_______

It didn’t take long to make the arrangements. Marinette named her prices and the demon was more than willing to pay her for her services. They made use of Blitzo’s office to negotiate and fine tune some details regarding the arrangement. From determining the materials to writing up the contract to negotiating the costs, it was all pretty professional.

And ultimately involved the humans not being murdered and the building not being blown up, which was always preferable.

It finally came down to determining just how the demon customer wanted the jacket to look, and Marinette started drawing out some sample sketches on spare paper in the office that may or may not have been important documents for Blitzo which she may or may not have particularly cared given the whole “kidnapping and being used as a sacrifice” matter.

The only issue seemed to be that the demon customer wanted the jacket to be made of materials that were only available in Hell. Which made sense, she supposed, since she wasn’t sure how long anything she made on Earth would last in this environment. Millie and Moxie had been sent out to gather the necessary material in question, and what they returned with was a strange sort of leather. It was unique and of a color she had never seen before, and part of her really wanted to get a bit more detail about the make.

…given how pale Lila had already gotten, Marinette kindly decided to refrain from asking questions.

“Well then, let’s go over a few sketches and determine which one you like.”

The demon looked almost giddy at the prospect. The IMP team looked relieved. Except Blitzo, who still seemed to be pouting over their takeover of his office.

Lila was…less enthused. “WHAT?! What are you thinking?! He’s a demon!”

Marinette shrugged. “Well, I do have a non-discrimination clause.”

“That shouldn’t apply to demons!” Lila hissed lowly.

“The demons who have brought us to Hell and are currently our only way of getting back.” Marinette pointed out, dryly.

Lila huffed and went back to her chair.

So, with Blitzo and his team begrudgingly kindly being forced willing to donate their office for her use, Marinette sent to work to try and design a jacket to the client’s taste as quickly as possible.

The sooner she got done, the sooner they could go back to Earth.

…hopefully.

Lila, for her part, was terrified and miserable and just wanting to go back to Earth. Immediately would be preferable. Even without Marinette.

Yeah, thanks Lila.

“Why do I have to stay here? Why can’t I go back home? Or do anything else?”

The client tilted his head. “Are you saying you don’t like art? Because the last person who told me they didn’t like art had their eyes stabbed out. With pencils. Would you want that to happen to you?”

“…can’t I like art and not stay in Hell?”

“No.”

Lila paled and sunk lower in her seat, where she remained quiet for the next couple of hours while Marinette worked.

It was mostly in silence as Marinette drew one sketch after another. Asking occasional questions about preferred length, how many pockets, special embellishments, and which parts of the various jacket styles did he prefer. Eventually, they had come to an agreement about the set look he wanted, the materials needed, and when he wanted it completed by. And from there came the matter of payment…

“Um…I’m not sure what the exchange rate is for Hell currency.” Marinette said, looking at the coins he handed her.

The demon frowned, tilting his head in consideration. “I could always rob a human bank and pay you with that.”

Marinette paled.

“This is fine. Really. I can probably buy some things from Hell with this.” She said with a forced smile.

“There are tons of things you can only find here.” Millie said, brightening. “We could deliver them for you!”

Well, that was a good point.

“That’s true.” Moxie agreed. “You could make other things with the fabrics here. Hats. Shirts.”

He paused, looking over his shoulder at Millie who was busy chatting with the customer regarding the fabric he chose. Seeing she was suitably distracted, he turned to Marinette. “So…how much would it be to make a dress. Just out of curiosity.”

Aww. Even in Hell there was love.

She smiled. “We can certainly discuss it.”

The moment was ruined as Blitzo stepped in and slung an arm around Marinette’s shoulder.

“How about one of those sexy maid outfits for the bedroom? You’re French, right?” He asked before giving Moxie a nudge. “You could stand to have a little more fun in the bedroom.”

“Sir, I’m 14.” Marinette replied dryly.

“And what we do in the bedroom is none of your business!” Moxie rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Didn’t we just have a discussion about this last week?”

Marinette coughed as the two started to argue. “So…um…are we going to return to Earth so I can start working on this?”

Blitzo sighed. “Fine, fine. Killjoys.”

Lila heaved a sigh of relief. “Oh thank God.”

_______

With an agreement forged between Marinette and IMP to have the customer’s order completed and delivered within two week’s time, Marinette and Lila were safely deposited back in their classroom no worse for wear.

…well, physically. Mentally, there were probably going to be a few scars.

Several of their classmates had apparently remained since the earlier incident. Perhaps it was out of worry? Or maybe classes had resumed after their disappearance—akuma attacks and strange circumstances had become rather common, after all.

Still, it was Alya’s cry of surprise and then being pulled into a hug that assured Marinette she was, in fact, back home.

“You’re back!” Alya exclaimed, relieved. “We were so worried!”

It wasn’t every day your best friend and classmate was dragged to Hell, after all.

“—and I’d been trying to reach out to Ladybug and Chat Noir, but only Chat showed up and Ladybug must be busy or maybe she already knew? Did she help you? How did you escape?”

Part of her wondered if Alya had even stopped to breathe. The rest of her was just basking in the happiness that they had made it back safe and nothing too terrible had happened in the meantime.

The absolute LAST thing she needed was to come back and find out Hawk Moth had let loose another akuma that destroyed Paris while she was gone.

Alya suddenly gasped as though struck by a thought.

“Oh my god, Marinette! I can’t believe you did that!”

Marinette smiled. “Well, I had to—”

“You claimed to be MDC just to protect Lila! And here I thought you hated her!”

Happy feeling gone. Gone like a punch to the face. Knocked out. Dead, even.

Alya beamed. “I’m so proud of you, girl! I knew deep down that—”

“Nope!” Came a quick interruption. “That’s not what happened. It was just a lie. Completely and utterly.”

The interruption was half expected.

The fact that it came from Lila was not.

Everyone froze.

“What?”

“I never met MDC.” Lila explained, wasting absolutely no time with subtleties and just blurting it out. “I never knew Marinette was MDC. I just lied about knowing him because I thought he was the next big thing and I knew you would all believe me.”

“…what?”

Lila sighed. “I lied about knowing MDC. And being the muse behind his fashion line—well, hers. Since Marinette is MDC. She never lied. I did.”

The classmates were startled, but seemed to be taking in the information.

Rose, for her part, tried to be positive. “Oh...well, you didn’t have to lie about knowing MDC—”

“No, I mean about everything. Ever. In fact, there’s probably not a single time we’ve known each other that I was ever honest with any of you.”

Everyone stared.

“I’ve been lying since the moment we’ve met.” Lila continued. “I am a liar. Always have been. I am a horrible lying liar who lied about everyone I ever claimed to know and everything I ever said I did just to get you all to admire me because it was easier to manipulate you that way and get you to do things I wanted. From interviewing me for the Ladyblog to carrying my lunch tray to buying me things. I lied about having tinnitus just to get to sit next to Adrien and lied about not being interested in him to manipulate Nino into guilting him into letting me come to his house. Ladybug herself even called me out for lying. And when Marinette got upset that day I came back over the seat change? I threatened her in the bathroom because she was wise to me from the very start.”

A few stares were sent Marinette’s way. She didn’t have any explanation for them though. She was just as surprised as they were. More, even.

Lila shrugged. “Everything I’ve said. Everything I’ve done. All lies. Ever.”

Everyone gaped in shock. Nobody even really knew what to say.

Marinette started. “But why—”

“Because that was Hell, Marinette. HELL. The bad place you go to after you die, reserved for bad people. And until today, I didn’t even think it was real. Or that there could be a chance I could end up there. But I imagine if anything would warrant that, it’d be lying, manipulating, and trying to get revenge on a superhero.”

Nino blinked. “Wait…what was that last one—”

As if a great weight was lifted from her shoulders, Lila sighed. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go join a convent to try and save my soul now that I know I have one.”

With that, she promptly exited the room, leaving the group staring after her in complete bewilderment.

Alya gaped. “...what?”

_________

Epilogue: 

Marinette completed her commission to the demon and later for Moxie. Her fame increased in both realms and she eventually did open up her own design house. The only issue came in the customers who wanted to pay her by removing her competition, which she was mostly able to prevent until IMP took a hit on Gabriel Agreste. While Marinette did stop the attempted murder, this did still reveal his secondary identity of Hawk Moth, allowing the Butterfly and Peacock to be recovered and peace to return to Paris.

The classmates were shocked at the reveal of Lila’s true nature, but were more bewildered than anything given how it happened. They did all feel foolish and embarrassed for trusting Lila, but considering what could have happened, they all chose to take it as a life lesson to be more cautious in the future. They all remained friends and moved on to live quite fulfilling lives.

IMP formed a contract with MDC and gained a secondary job of delivery service as well as assassins, which increased their profits.

And Millie loved her new dress.

Lila Rossi convinced her mother to send her to a convent, where she became one of the most pious and devout members, spreading the message of being good in life more than any other.

[beyondspaceandstars]

“You Must Have a Concussion”

Relationship: Din Djarin x Reader Warnings: mentions of violence and wounds - nothing too graphic Summary: After a hunt goes haywire, Din comes back to you injured. While a dazed mess, he reveals something particularly interesting as you’re patching him up. A/N: This is my most popular piece on ao3 so needless to say i’m actually genuinely proud of it and it just makes me feel all soft and warm re-reading it :)

You were sitting on the floor of the Razor Crest playing with Grogu when the injured Mandalorian came limping in. Fully immersed in your makeshift game of roll-the-shiny-ball-back-and-forth, you two didn’t notice right away Din making his way over. It wasn’t until a muffled voice called out your name that you looked up and gasped in surprise.

The child followed your lead, staring in shock at his father’s appearance. You tried motioning him back towards the ball, hoping to spare any worries from his little head, before quickly making our way over to Din.

Giving his state a glance over, you were slightly relieved couldn’t pinpoint any major injuries but also there were enough nicks to stain parts of his clothing. He was having a hard time just simply moving, too, leading you to believe he certainly got pushed around. This could’ve been much worse, you reminded yourself, as you thanked the galaxy for his insane armor.

"We need to get these cuts cleaned up," you said, arm-in-arm leading him to the refresher sink. Din didn’t really respond and instead seemingly blindly followed you. You frowned. That wasn’t totally normal for him. He had come back in the past with cuts that you had to practically beg him to let you clean up. (He was a grown man, he’d argue, and you’d respond with how infections don’t care how old anyone is. He would then proceed to brush it off.) Now he was being almost too compliant.

You went section by section, pulling up layers of his attire to apply water and antibacterial cleaner to the wounds. Besides the occasional shiver from the cloth hitting a cut, Din didn’t really react much. He lazily lets his hands travel to your waist but it didn’t feel very flirty like previous touches. It more felt like he was grounding himself, making sure everything was real.

He wrapped around you more as you got closer, starting to pinpoint the more internal injuries he could’ve suffered. You were guessing he was at the very least bruised in some areas. His joints seemed stiff as you went.

"Got shook up," Din eventually spoke up as he quietly watched you doctor him.

You frowned, "Yeah, love, you seem like you got tossed around there."

Wordlessly, Din rested his helmet-donning head on your shoulder. You giggled at the action, trying to push him up.

"Honey," you said, "I can’t get much done when you’re in that position."

He let out a defeated sigh and leaned back. You continued with your hunt for any cuts or (worst case scenario) stabs you had missed in your original touch up. While you couldn’t explicitly see his eyes, you knew they were following your every touch and movement.

"You’re so caring," the wounded Mandalorian said to you so softly but lovingly. Your heart fluttered at the compliment. "And motherly."

"Motherly?" You asked with a chuckle.

He nodded, "You’re great with the kid."

While these sentiments were always welcomed, he didn’t really hand them out much. His actions typically spoke louder. Hearing all this was…something else. "Alright, honey, you seem to have really gotten thrown around out there-,"

"You should be my wife," he mumbled. "Let’s get married."

All your movements halted at the words. You stared up at your dazed boyfriend, looking for body language that would reveal he was playing the greatest prank ever on you.

Your immediate reaction was to say yes — but that was the problem. What did he even mean by that? Who the hell casually says that? You two had never even discussed anything remotely like that. It was just a crazy result of crazy circumstances, you thought. He wasn’t thinking straight.

"Hmm," you sighed. "You must have a concussion."

"Pretty sure this helmet helps me avoid concussions."

"Well sounds like it didn’t do its job this time."

The silence filling the area no longer felt comfortable. Din’s entire body tensed up under your hand. You tried ignoring it and continue your treatment, but a gloved hand was gently rested up to yours, halting your movement.

You sighed, shyly watching as he intertwined your fingers, rubbing his gloved thumb over the back of your hand gingerly.

"Is that a no?"

You shook your head, unsure of what to really say. You’d give anything to be with this man you just… you didn’t exactly think he was feeling the same about you. Sure, your relationship was very much of the healthy kind but there hadn’t been many hints of taking it a step further. You didn’t let it bother you since what you had right here was lovely but just allowing yourself to consider it certainly did tug at your heartstrings.

"So, it’s a yes?" Din asked, trying to make sense of your stiff composure.

"I…" you spoke slowly, fumbling for the proper words. "I don’t think you know what you’re asking."

"I’m asking you to be my wife," he repeated. "I know what I want."

"We’ve never really discussed-,"

"I worry one day I won’t come back," he cut you off. Your brows furrowed. He didn’t seem too messed up from what you could see and sure, this wasn’t the first time — and won’t be the last, you guessed — he came back a limping mess. But you didn’t realize how much it was getting to him. "And I will have missed my chance with you."

"Honey, we are still dating," you let out a nervous chuckle. "I don’t think you’re missing anything."

"No, I want to be with you… fully," he explained. "Bear it all. Be with one another entirely."

Your heart sank. You didn’t know the full weight of his words, but you understood the steps of marriage with this Mandalorian were so much more than just some ceremony and reception. He never went into many details of the extent of his background and what he came from, but these little peaks gave you so much and made your feelings form even stronger.

He trusted you. He loved you. You wanted him fully, too.

"Okay," you finally said after probably the most daunting silence of both of your lives. "I’d love to marry you."

Din wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you into an embrace. You circled your arms around him, leaning into the welcoming hug. As you stood there, you felt one of his hands leave your waist and make its way to his helmet. You couldn’t see anything besides his back if you looked down. Softly, you heard the helmet come up and a warm kiss being placed on your shoulder. His kisses traveled up to the base of your neck and then stopped, putting the helmet back down and proceeding to disconnect you two.

"Soft," he mumbled, bringing his hand to rub his thumb on your cheek. You blushed deeply at his action and fought back your school girl giggle.

"We should finish cleaning you up," you said, choosing to ignore the butterflies rushing around in you. "Then it’s off to bed. You really need the rest, honey."

Din nodded in silent agreement. "Will you be there?"

"Yes," you chuckled, "we can nap."

"And the kid?" He asked. You cocked your head, questioning. "In his spot? I just want us to be together. All of us."

All of us. Family. While he wasn’t going to outright say it yet, you knew in your heart what he was implying and it delighted you to no end. It certainly was a makeshift family but you couldn’t imagine yourself in any other position.

Looking back at the child who had totally missed everything, still focused on the metal ball, you responded, "Sure. All of us."

[hanibalistic]

#67509E | HWANG HYUNJIN.

genre | fluff

word count | 1889

warning | appearances of vampire fangs, mention of blood sucking

tag | @fluffyskzclub​

note | i miss hyunjin.

hyunjin pouted like he was throwing a tantrum—well, to a certain degree, he was throwing a small tantrum.

he curled himself around the fluffy blanket that you two left on the couch from yesterday's spontaneous movie night as he pouted at you bitterly. he tried to fit his tall body within the blanket, but his long legs awkwardly jutted out of the end corner, unable to bend enough to curl himself into a tiny ball. his head poked out of the blanket he draped around his shoulder and over his head.

"must you open the curtains all the time?" he whined with furrowed brows, lightly kicking his feet against the couch. "i hate the sun, you know that!"

you rolled your eyes as you closed the curtains after being drowned in his mindless complaints about the last half an hour. you had opened them so the plants could soak in some sunlight. you even took into consideration that hyunjin would be asleep for longer like he always does, otherwise, you would have never let the sunlight into your shared apartment. but for some reason, he decided to leave his stupid coffin earlier today.

to listen to the birds' chirp perhaps. that's the kind of leisure activity a hundred-year-old would like, you bet.

the same thing happens every time you open the blinds, which is that hyunjin does not shut up about him disliking the sun and how it weakens his vampirism as opposed to it actually killing him. he would not stop until you close the curtains and turn on the lights, which often made you scoff. not only was he annoying, for a vampire who was supposed to burn under the sun, he sure does speak of it a lot.

"we will need sunlight somehow, hyunjin," you said as you turned around to glare at him. "the plants you stole, from outside, in the morning, will need sunlight."

you emphasized your words to make sure he knew of all the heinous frustrations he has caused you. the puppy pout on his face, as well as the pitying glint in his eyes, only deepened with each emphasis of your voice, his body flinching and shrinking when he could tell that you were upset with him.

watching him, there was a rush of conflict brewing like bubbles in you. you weren't sure if you felt more annoyed or endeared about the fact that hyunjin, a not quite literally ancient but old enough to feel ancient vampire, gained such comfortability from you that he was fine with throwing a childish tantrum in front of you.

he looks cute, surely! he always does. but sometimes, you genuinely could not stand another second of him whining.

"stop yelling at me! you know what the sun does to a vampire!" he retorted.

oh, god—blah, blah, blah.

"yeah, a vampire that doesn't have an accessory of the sigil," you said cleverly as you moved over to him. you yanked the blanket off his body, ignoring his protest, and you pointed at his neck. "like the necklace you never take off!"

"i only got this recently! the witch would have never sold me this if you hadn't come with me," he argued, pulling the blanket around him again. "i'm not used to the sun yet, just let me have a little more time."

you pursed your lips together, your neck turning sour at his poor mumble as you softened. he did only just get the necklace—by just, it was about two to three months ago. however, while that alone may seem like a long period, comparing that to almost a whole decade of no sunlight, perhaps he really just needed more time to adjust.

but! zooming past the streets, leaving normal people wondering where the sudden gust of wind came from, and hiding in the apartment that leaves no room for any traces of sunlight was not the way to go about it!

"how about just a little bit, hmm?" you said then, suggesting a compromise casually while you walked toward the window. "take it little by little!"

hyunjin widened his eyes in disbelief as you moved farther away from him. he shook his legs in protest, his body moving animatedly on the cushiony couch as he protested loud and clear. "hey! you better not open the curtains, [name]!"

you grabbed the hem of the curtains, your mind occupied with calculating the correct amount you would flip open. it has to be a very small amount, to a point where the sunlight could only hit one leaf of the plant on the window rail, or just one square of your marble floor. it has to be the form of sunlight that could not hurt even a fly, so you could show him just how goddamn dramatic he was being.

"[name], i swear!"

"oh, bite me," you muttered under your breath.

there was a gust of wind—a familiar kind. it blew at the tip of your hair, making it waft around, and the hem of your thin shirt also danced at the breeze of hyunjin's vampiric speed.

blinking consciously, you loosened your grip on the curtains and turned around. immediately, upon feeling the heat of his face, you flinched back and closed your eyes to settle yourself.

"jesus–what the hell, hyunjin?" you muttered with a hand on your chest before you slowly opened your eyes.

hyunjin was glaring at you; no malice, just alluring intensity. his hair fell over his face prettily. the sunlight that he didn't seem to care much for now shone a soft haze over half of his face, making him glow and glitter naturally.

"those are some reckless words to say to a vampire," he said lowly, tilting his head to the side lightly as he arched a brow, "don't you think?"

your heart pounced.

the matter of blood, or just his general nature as a vampire, like his need to feed off of human beings, has only come up once.

he mentioned it to you when he was applying to be your roommate, having a foul plan to erase your memories in case the truth was not well-received by you. he told you that he has been a vampire for a while so he knew how to control his urges, therefore you would not be in any harm, and the matter was never spoken of again.

he held up his words. he has never discussed blood with you, he has never shown any blood-thirsty behavior at all. he acted like any other roommates you have had; being too loud at night, eating cereal in the living room and eyeing your bed-head with a judgemental gaze, knocking at your door and asking if you wanted to pick a takeout place.

if he used his powers less, you would have forgotten about his vampiric side.

why was your heart thumping then? was he too pretty for your own good? or was he standing too close for familiar comfort? or perhaps both?

you scoffed, making your thoughts vanish. "you won't bite me."

hyunjin softened in a way you couldn't catch. deep within the tender wash of his eyes was a sea of wildfires he hid behind closed doors.

you were right, he won't bite you, but he wants to, especially because the smell of your blood happened to be more enticing than others because he likes you.

the art of blood sharing (in a sense) is done between lovers; consider it like leaving a love mark, of a sort. it is an act of claiming and reassurance, and hyunjin has been wanting to sink his fangs into your flesh for a while so he could leave a bite mark.

but he could never do that. that was a desire trapped in his throat, urging to be let out and to be voiced, and hyunjin would not allow it. there were too many risks of unleashing the deep-seated yearning in his chest. it lingered in his head in withdrawal, cautiously threading through his mind to keep his urges contained.

he puts his want elsewhere. his want to taste your blood, to kiss your neck, has to grow somewhere, so he has to put it somewhere, and he puts in it his daydream which that manifests gently when he is with you, and ferociously when you were away.

"i won't," he muttered under his breath, to which you relaxed at. but then he grinned, and he opened his mouth to speak first, "doesn't mean i can't, though."

you widened your eyes when black veins draped beneath his eyes and his sharp fangs appeared. it was a terrifying sight, but you were only shocked to see it than scared. rationally, you reached your hands up and slapped your palms against his cheeks, startling him.

"hmmm... " you grumbled, sounding thoughtful as you surveyed his shocked expression.

the veins under his eyes retreated and the colors returned to his face. the innocence flooded back into him, bright and boyish, and he dared not move an inch under the pressure of your gaze—beneath your touch hyunjin is but a gentle boy hapless in love.

"ah...aah...wha–" he closed his eyes slightly and opened them with furrowed brows, confused and helpless with his head slightly tilted up. his words were muffled but jot too hard to understand. "[name]–why–uhh–"

you pushed at his upper lip with your thumb and looked at his fangs, wondering why they did not retreat with the dark haze of his eyes. then, ignoring hyunjin's muffled questions, you carefully poked at the tip of his teeth—razor-sharp, but very real.

he was whining again. his hands reached out to the hem of your shirt and desperately, as well as timidly, tugged at it. meanwhile, he put on a defeated face. as much as he would with your thumbs poking his fangs, that was.

"ahh, please stop–[name], stop touching my fangs–why," he feigned a sob, shaking his head as a blush reached his cheeks, "they're just teeth."

"teeth that puncture," you commented when you let go. the way your thumbs briefly smoothed over his top lip was not lost on him.

seeing his pout, you pursed your lips with faint guilt. rubbing the back of your neck, you shrugged. "sorry about that, i just got curious."

"it's okay," he waved you off quickly, "i was curious too when i first got them."

hyunjin looked at you when you giggled under your breath; soft, hearty giggles that tried to conceal themselves without the anticipation for his vampiric hearing. gentle, funny giggles that never once questioned his problematic past. lovely, adoring giggles that are here before and after he revealed who he is to you.

he came to your apartment begging for a home where he could be himself, and you allowed him safety with you.

"alright," you said with a curt smile, "i'm going to go change, need to get grocery."

"i–i'll come with!"

you seemed shocked for a moment, accessing him like a trick question. then you relaxed and nodded with nonchalance. "yeah, whatever."

he melted despite the lackluster reaction. it was the excitement that counted. smiling to himself, he twirled and twisted his body shyly as the sun shone from outside.

yeah. hyunjin truly is but a simple boy in love with you.

[thenovelartist]

Burned Beginnings, chapter 1

Novel decided to do Adrienette April on a whim. Each post until the end of April (or such is the plan) will have 3 prompts in it.

She also discovered she’s very rusty. Bear with me here. XD

Next>>

1. AU

Marinette had thought she’d grown used to Chloe’s bullying, having to had endure it since they were little. However, with high school came a new name that became a regular part of Chloe’s vocabulary, alongside “hot” and “sexy” and “dreamboat”.

“And Marinette would never catch the eye of someone so perfect.”

Honestly, Marinette had thought she was over it, but on a particularly bad day, she’d snapped back at Chloe.

“Well, clearly he isn’t that perfect if he fawns over someone whose only redeeming quality is pretending to be pretty.”

That had led to a fire alarm getting pulled and Marinette left to blame for it. Anyone who tried to come to her defense was shut down, and Marinette had been suspended.

Which had started an all-out war.

After being stuck at home, wrongfully, for three solid days, Marinette had snapped. She’d decided that if Chloe was going to build a bonfire and poor on the gasoline that she would be there with a match. By senior year, Marinette’s record had taken a hit for it but Chloe’s reputation was in the toilet.

Marinette would take what she could get.

However, she supposed she hadn’t fully thought out the consequences. As much as she played with fire, she should have realized she’d get burned sooner or later.

And she did. Third degree.

We regret to inform you your application has been denied.

Those were words she grew tired of seeing yet came back from every school she applied to. With that in mind, she’d called up her girl friends to tell them what had happened.

“Hey, Marinette,” Alya had said upon seeing the letters. “Don’t get me wrong, I feel really bad for you. But… I did warn you—”

“I get it,” Marinette had surrendered, knowing that Alya was completely right. “You tried to warm me of the consequences, and now I’m paying for them.”

The girls had slipped into a moment of silence before Alix spoke up. “Hey, I can ask Max if he can do a little digging so you at least know why, yeah?”

Marinette had raised a brow but agreed. “Only if he’s not busy with his own college stuff.”

“Oh please, he’s too smart for college. He started up some robotics company in his free time and is already making bank on it.”

It took a week for Max to come back with a full report. Marinette had to give him props for working fast as he did.

“Hacking into the system was the first thing I could think of,” he’d explained. “In the side notes, there was mention of your attendance record and suspensions.”

“They were all wrongful suspensions,” Alix had countered.

“Doesn’t matter to the school,” Max had said with a shrug. “But even then, I thought there had to be more to this than just attendance. There were other students who had the same notes yet were accepted. So I shifted focus to digging up background on all the directors of the school. After hacking a few emails, I discovered Audrey Bourgeois happens to know a lot of directors or administration members in all the fashion schools of France. Considering the contents of most of those emails, it has become clear that Marinette was wrongfully barred from every school she’d applied to. And that there’s nothing that can be done about it because we only discovered such scandal through highly illegal means.”

“So…” Alya had begun, turning her attention to Marinette. “Where does that leave you, M?”

Marinette’s lips had pursed in thought. It was funny how things turned out, because despite her anger, she somehow had been peace with what she was faced with. “I think that the last place I want to be is in an industry full of liars and people who use their words to manipulate anyone they damn well please.”

That was how she ended up working full-time in her parents’ bakery. They never said a word about it, but she knew they were disappointed. Of course they weren’t mad about her still being here and working in the bakery with them, and she knew her parents still loved her more than anything.

But she knew that with as many dreams as she had and had shared with them, they were disappointed on her surrendering it all.

“Sorry, Maman, Papa,” she whispered into the empty kitchen as she plopped the baguettes she formed onto a baking tray. “Just give me a little time to figure things out. Seems like lofty dreams are a lot easier to crush than I realized.”

 2. Rebellion

A son can only bear the world of their parent’s expectations for so long. He wasn’t Atlas, but after a few years of acting like him, Adrien decided to dump the globe. To hell if it broke. He’d smirk in satisfaction at his father’s disappointment.

At the very least, the fact he no longer had the weight of the world of his shoulders made the far-too-common disappointment lecture easier to bear.

His strategic rebellion had started harmless enough. At sixteen with a rapidly growing forced modeling career, he’d given his father an ultimatum: he gets to grow out his hair, or it all goes. It had been shocking the amount of power the razor in his hand had given him. It was the perfect harmless threat. His father had been furious, throwing a fit about Adrien acting like a child, but after being gaslit for so long, Adrien had finally come to realize the abusive techniques for what they were. And he wasn’t going to roll over and take it any longer.

That day had ended with Adrien being grounded but ultimately the victor of their stand-off.

After that, he’d begun ditching certain events. He’d always liked fencing, so he never ditched those lessons, but attendance for his home-school lessons, mandarin lessons, and piano lessons had all been decided on a whim. His father had hardly been pleased by this, but to Adrien, that was the point. The lectures soon washed into one another so much that Adrien could practically recite the words that roll off his father’s tongue verbatim. He’d come to realize they were strategically meant to hurt. To humiliate. And as such, he’d stopped taking them personally.

Then came the fun part.

He got earrings. Honestly, Adrien hadn’t really cared for the piercings one way or another. In one way, there were a hassle, and caring for new piercings was a pain in the butt. However, they had been worth it to see his dad so royally pissed off.

Then came the ditching of certain photoshoots. There was a reason Adrien had held off on this one for so long: he cared about the people running the shoot. There was no reason they needed to be collateral in this battle between him and his father. After all, they were just employees doing their job; Adrien didn’t want them to suffer for his rebellion. With that in mind, Adrien had planned out his absences of these photoshoots. Again, he didn’t want to drag anyone else into his mess, so he had always organized a replacement model. Shoot would always go on, just not as planned.

And that was enough to drive his father mad.

It always put a smile on Adrien’s face.

The last touch was an unexpected one. He hadn’t even thought about going this far. Yet, a friend of his not only put the idea in his head, but gave him the art to go with it.

“Is that a tattoo?”

Oh, how he wished he would have taken a picture of his father’s face. The large black cat surrounded in a green, wispy smoke that wrapped around his forearm was truly a work of art. He’d had to think carefully about this decision, but in the end, he quite liked it.

“Yeah. I’m eighteen; I can ink myself if I want to. Why? Is that a problem?”

Adrien might be wearing a cat on his arm, but the grin on his lips was downright wolfish.

Eventually, it all had come to a head and blew up in his face. Adrien couldn’t say he’d been surprised. In fact, he had been fully expecting it. He’d already found an apartment to rent and had begun sneaking most of his important things over there before his father could kick him out. So when Adrien found himself kicked to the curb as soon as he was handed his general education certificate, Adrien had been prepared.

But mostly, he was free.

What a joyous day it was.

However, now that he was free, he knew he needed a job. Not because he needed the money, per se, but because it was time he started acting like the average adult. He never got to go to school, so now, it was time to pick up a mundane, first job that everyone hated but would “serve him well later in life”. Mostly, it would just be something normal.

The easy places to apply were food shops and retail stores. He’d work one for a while before deciding what his next life step would be. Chloe had been quick to offer him a job at her father’s hotel, but Adrien was vehemently against the idea. Over the span of his rebellion, Chloe’s behavior and attitude towards him had grown notably worse, and he had a feeling cutting ties with her would be his next step in life.

In the end, he’d scored a job he definitely was underqualified for. He’d applied partly out of spite and partly because ‘why not?’ He’d heard about this bakery enough times from Chloe to know the “cruel bitch who did nothing but mercilessly harass her” lived here, and that was enough to pique Adrien’s curiosity. At a bakery as popular as that, though, he hadn’t been sure he’d get a call. And when he did, he knew he would do everything he could to present himself as a reliable and respectable man eager to work, but he never thought he’d end up hitting it off with the owner.

Which somehow ended up with him agreeing to work at Tom and Sabine’s Patisserie.

Going into that job, he swore to himself he would do what he could to prove himself worthy. He knew there had to have been better applicants, so Adrien didn’t want to disappoint the very kind owners who dared give him a chance. Soon, his days were spent working hard while covered in flour and surrounded by bread all day. Well, bread and all the sharp and hot objects in your average kitchen.

He just didn’t think that would include a wicked sharp and smoking hot young lady that happened to be his bosses’ daughter.

 3. Game Night

“Mama, Papa, please go. You two hardly ever get out of the house.”

Marinette watched her maman put a hand over the mouthpiece of her phone while her papa turned to her. “But I’ll be busy that night. We have a massive order scheduled for the next day.”

“I can handle that,” Marinette quickly countered with a grin. “You know I’m a night owl, anyway. I’ll get it done, and you two can go enjoy game night with your friends.”

Her parents spared each other a glance. “Are you sure about that, Marinette?” Maman asked.

“Positive. Papa already talks to the bread too much, so he really should talk to people for a change. And while you have to deal with people all day, I know you want more than to just have short conversations filled with small talk. So please, go out and have a social life for once.”

With one last look, her parents relented. With a smile, her mother took her hand off the phone. “We’ll be there.”

Papa turned to her with a grin. “I was going to spend that time teaching Adrien how to handle those orders. I can leave teaching him in your hands, right?”

Her grin fell. Adrien Agreste. What the hell a washed-out model was doing working at her parents’ bakery was beyond her. Admittedly, over the last month she’d been working with him, the most she’d say is that maybe he wasn’t too bad a guy. Papa certainly sung his praises. But that still didn’t answer the question of why he was working here of all places. After all, he was Chloe’s friend and suspected lover.

“Don’t think I don’t see that look on your face, Marinette,” her maman chastised. She’d hung up and set her phone down already, fully giving her attention to her daughter. “No matter your personal feelings, you really should give him a chance.”

“He’s a good kid,” Papa said. “Maybe a little rough around the edges, but I can tell he really does want to learn and do his best.”

Marinette sighed. This wasn’t the first time this talk had happened. She remembered having a talk with her parents after his first interview. There were a few other people who were far more qualified for the job, but Papa said he liked Adrien’s personality and spirit the best. So in the end, all Marinette’s objections had fallen upon deaf ears.

She sighed. “Fine. I’ll give him a chance.”

With a smile that made Marinette loath to disappoint him, her papa patted her head affectionately. “Thank you, Marinette. I think you’d like him if you got to know him.”

Not likely. “I’ll do my best, Papa.”

“Really, Marinette,” her maman warned. “Unless you have a valid reason, you need to put aside your feelings for the sake of the bakery running smoothly. Can you manage that?”

Appropriately chastised, Marinette bowed her head in embarrassment. Maman brought up a good point: Marinette shouldn’t let her anger towards Adrien affect the bakery. Her parents didn’t deserve that. “Yes, Maman. I’m sorry.”

With a smile, her maman came up and wrapped her in a hug. “Thank you, Marinette.”

Marinette hugged her back. “No, thank you, Maman and Papa, for everything. I won’t let you down.”

Papa wrapped his arms around both her and Maman. “Thank you, sweetheart. We love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[jaskierswolf]

*Vibrates intensely* ace Lambert. Please just, ace Lambert being loved.

I hear you Nonny!! I hear you!! <3 Please enjoy! (Note, Lambert is still trying to come to terms with his asexuality and there’s a dollop of self loathing but he is loved for sure.)

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Lambert inspected the blade of his sword closely. The edge was still razor sharp but the urge to sharpen it further was almost overwhelming. He’d been travelling with Aiden for a while, ever since the cat witcher had saved his life on a contract. They were friends but even Lambert could tell there was this weird… thing between them. Aiden was a born flirt, worse than Geralt’s bard, and Lambert was never one to back down from a challenge so he flirted back. He enjoyed a good flirt. He loved the way people got flustered because of his attentions. It filled him with a sense of pride and reminded him that not everyone thought witchers were monsters.

But earlier that evening Aiden had kissed him on the cheek and he hadn’t been able to hide the way his entire body tensed up. Aiden had pulled away with a hurt expression and they hadn’t talked since. Aiden went into the forest to hunt and Lambert cooked the doe the cat witcher had brought back in silence.

Lambert glanced up at his friend. Aiden was busy whittling a piece of wood with one of his daggers with more force than necessary. It wouldn’t be his best work, the chunks of wood that were splintering off were larger than needed. There would not be any details on this sculpture. Lambert sighed. He knew it was up to him to fix this but he didn’t know how to explain it. He’d always been… broken. He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. Aiden was going to hate him. He’d been a fucking tease, flirting with his friend like he had when he’d known he wouldn’t be able to give Aiden what he wanted, but the thing was that he actually really liked Aiden. He wasn’t sure whether it was romantic or not but he definitely liked the cat witcher a shit ton more than any of his other friends. He enjoyed it when they curled up together in one bed roll, he liked that they travelled together and the strange sense of domesticity that provided.

Kaer Morhen was his home. Aiden was his home away from home and he did love Aiden… in his own Lambert way.

But kissing and sex stuff? He just… He didn’t want it. It wasn’t for him. He hated the feeling of being different but he was a witcher anyway so people already thought he was weird. What was one more thing on the list? But Aiden wasn’t most people and Lambert didn’t want his friend to look at him any differently so he was nervous, and fuck did he hate feeling nervous. He was a fucking monster slayer for fuck’s sake. Feelings should have been easy compared to a wyvern or fiend, but here he was contemplating sharpening his swords instead of apologising to his best friend.

“Oh spit it out, wolf.” Aiden snapped. “And if this isn’t a fucking good apology I’ll slit your throat.”

Lambert glared at Aiden and raised his sword. “I’d like to see you try, kitten.”

Aiden gritted his teeth and twirled his daggers in his hands. “You are on thin ice, wolf.”

Lambert groaned and sighed. Starting a fight was the last thing he wanted to do right now. Normally he would happily brawl with Aiden but he wasn’t so sure he would survive with Aiden’s current mood. He sheathed his sword over his shoulder and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Promise you’ll listen?” Aiden sheathed one of his daggers and nodded. “And try not to judge.” Aiden raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to continue. “I. I don’t like kissing.” Lambert admitted. “Or sex.” He added just to clarify. “I know it’s weird and there’s something wrong with me. Fuck, who doesn’t like sex? Everyone likes sex, but I just… anytime I think about it I just…. ahh!” He yelled and spun away from his friend. It was too much. He couldn’t watch the disappointment in Aiden’s eyes.

“Lambert?” Aiden’s voice was warm like honey, a stark contrast to the icy bitterness just seconds before. Lambert hummed in response. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

Lambert laughed bitterly. “Yeah right. I’m broken. You don’t need to feel sorry for me.”

“Can I hug you?” Aiden asked quietly, shuffling closer to him until they were only a few inches apart. Lambert nodded and Aiden pulled him into a tight hug, his hands threading through Lambert’s long hair. “You’re not broken, darling. I wish you’d told me sooner. I thought… I thought you liked me and then when you froze up, I thought you hated me.”

“Never.” Lambert vowed as he buried his face in Aiden’s shoulder. “You’re my best friend, my partner.”

“Silly wolf.” Aiden chuckled and pulled back from the hug so he could rest a hand on Lambert’s cheek. “Is this alright?”

Lambert frowned and considered it. He didn’t feel that weird icy emptiness like he did after Aiden had kissed him so he nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good. We’ll work it out, we’ll find a way that suits us. I promise you, my wolf.” Aiden rested his forehead against Lambert’s. “Partners?”

Lambert huffed a laugh. “Yeah. Partners." _________

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[thatfanficstuff]

Stay with Me - Mandalorian

Pairing: Mando x reader

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I don't know. This went way off the notes. But you guys seem to like it when that happens.

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You were the only person who could find Din Djarin anywhere at any time. Of course, that was because he’d given you the means to do so. You hadn’t used it in some time. The two of you had fought and you feared if you annoyed him, he’d take back the locator. Then again, he trusted you even when he was angry with you so maybe he wouldn’t.

You’d been considering tracking him down to try to make amends, but part of you feared he wouldn’t want to. But then word came to you of him rescuing a bounty. Of him double crossing the client. That wasn’t like Mando at all, so you knew he must have a damn good reason. You also knew he’d need all the help he could get.

When you finally found him, he was grasping a package and fighting off the six men that had him surrounded. Normally you wouldn’t have worried about him with those odds, but six against one with only one hand was a stretch even for him. When he took down the last man, he paused to catch his breath. He didn’t even notice one of the men on the ground rolling over, blaster in hand. But you did.

One shot from your own blaster and the man was down for good. Mando spun at the sound and aimed his weapon at you. You holstered yours and gave him a little smirk. He lowered the blaster and tilted his head.

You ran your eyes over him. You’d missed him. “I see you upgraded the armor.”

“Had to.”

“It’s nice to see you again, Mando.”

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” He sounded cautious. You also noticed he had yet to holster his blaster. That wasn’t like him. Not with you. Not for a long time.

Before you could respond, the package in his arm cooed and a small green head with huge ears popped out. You knew instantly that this was the bounty he’d rescued. Mando wouldn’t admit it, but he had a soft spot for kids. Always had. If someone thought he’d turn his back while they harmed one, they were sorely mistaken. Well, you guessed they’d figured that out on their own if the rumors were true.

“Been hearing a lot of chatter on you.” You gestured at the kid. “This explains most of it. Thought you could use a hand.”

He put his gun away then and stepped toward you. “You came to help me out without even knowing what was going on? Even after…”

“You can’t be that surprised.”

A sound that was almost a laugh came from his helmet. “No. I guess I’m not. Come on.” He walked off without waiting to see if you’d follow. He didn’t have to.

You trailed behind him and the kid, scanning the area for threats as you moved. It didn’t take long for you to arrive at the Razor Crest. It looked exactly the same as it always had. You wondered how Din was doing without you around to do the repair work.

He closed the ship up behind you and you held out your hands for the kid. “I’ll take…him? Her?”

“Him,” he answered while maintaining his grip on the kid.

You nodded. “I’ll take him. You get us in the air.”

“Yeah. All right.” He handed over the bundle and disappeared to the cockpit.

The kid was strangely adorable. “All right, kid. Let’s take a look around and see if Mando’s made any changes, huh?”

It didn’t take you long to discover everything was exactly as you’d left it. Which meant Din was still sleeping in the cockpit. Which also meant he had no intention of you joining him anytime soon. Idiot.

Your little buddy yawned and blinked his eyes. With a smile you got him settled in the makeshift bed you’d found. “Goodnight,” you told him as you secured him to make sure he didn’t wander off anywhere.

Taking a deep breath for courage, you climbed up to the cockpit. You sat in one of the seats behind Din and watched him as he programed the ship. He didn’t acknowledge your presence in the slightest. When he finished, he sat in silence and you let him. There were things to be said, but you weren’t going to start the conversation.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” he finally said.

“I gathered from your reaction. You had to know I’d come back eventually.” You sounded tired, which you supposed you were. Tired of all this tension between you and the man in front of you.

He turned his chair so it faced you. Even with his helmet on, you could feel his gaze on you. “Actually, I didn’t. I was afraid I pushed too far this time. I hoped however.”

“You could have come after me, Din.” You rarely spoke his given name so he paid attention when you did.

“I did. Twice. Saw you and chickened out. I couldn’t take you telling me you didn’t want anything else to do with me. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you did.”

“Did the great Din Djarin just confess to being afraid of something?” you teased. He wasn’t given to emotional confessions so you were going to enjoy this while you could.

“Afraid of losing you? Always.” He leaned forward and laid his hand against your cheek. A sound of disgust escaped him as he yanked his hand back and took off his gloves, tossing them to the floor. When he placed his hand on your face again, you sighed at the warmth and the feel of his skin against yours. It had been too long.

“I missed you,” you confessed.

Din nodded then cleared his throat. “Stay.”

“Why?” He’d made it very clear the last time you’d seen him that he didn’t need you, didn’t want you.

He leaned back and looked down at his lap. His shoulders moved as he sighed. Then he did the thing you were least expecting: he took off his helmet. A grin covered your face as you ran your eyes over him. You hadn’t seen his face in so long. Despite the current state of your relationship, you needed to touch him. You moved to his lap and his arms instantly wrapped around you to support you. You ran your fingers over his cheeks and through his hair.

His lips pressed against yours in a quick kiss then he laid his forehead on yours. “I never wanted you to leave.”

You pulled back with a frown. “That is most certainly not what you said at the time.”

He traced your cheek with his nose. “I’m an idiot. I’m sorry.”

You didn’t say anything as you remembered the fight that had caused you to leave in the first place. The two of you had been on a job and you would have been killed had Din not been there. The fight over you not being careful devolved into a yelling match about you feeling like his partner rather than his wife. He’d then informed you that wasn’t about to change and told you to leave if you had a problem with it. So you did. And you missed him the moment you stepped off the Razor Crest alone.

Now, here he was asking for forgiveness. With his helmet off, nonetheless. And the truth was, you were so tired of being angry. Of being hurt. “I’m not sleeping in the cockpit, Din.”

He gave you a lopsided smile and shook his head. He got the two of you on your feet then wrapped your hand in his to give it a little squeeze. You followed as he led you deeper into the ship. He stopped along the wall not far from where the child slept. He tugged on a handle and a bed folded out from the wall. An actual bed just big enough for two if you didn’t mind snuggling.

He stepped up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I can’t promise not to get pissed when you’re hurt or in danger but I can promise that I’ll try harder to be your husband and not just your partner.” He buried his face in your neck, pressing a kiss in the curve between your neck and shoulder. “I missed you so much it hurt. Please come back home. Stay with me.”

You turned in his arms and looked him over again, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. You kissed him, a slow, sweet embrace that promised more. When you pulled from his arms, his lips curled in a frown. You sat on the bed, which was surprisingly comfortable. You grinned as you patted the mattress beside you. “Stay with me.”

His grin mirrored your own as he stripped off the beskar piece by piece. Once he was left in his tunic and breeches, he crawled into the bed behind you and pulled you back to lay with him. He stayed propped on one elbow as he smiled down at you and ran a thumb over your cheek. “I will never stop loving you.”

“I couldn’t if I tried,” you replied before tugging him forward by his tunic and getting lost in his lips.

[beskarhearts]

Human (Din Djarin x reader)

Connection series: Part 3

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader (no use of Y/N)

Warnings: cursing, mention of family members dying (let me know if I missed any)

Word count: A little over 4.6K

Summary: The Mandalorian feels a lot of things he’s never felt before and finally gets to ask you some questions.

Notes: This one is entirely from Din’s perspective except for the very end. I absolutely loved writing from it so let me know if you did. also let me know what you all thought! I’d love to hear some feedback!

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Din Djarin had never felt so human before.

For so many years, he simply felt like a machine or a droid. He’d get bounties, hunt them down, turn them in for credits, and the cycle endlessly continued. He never complained, even though it was lonely and lacked the fulfillment it once gave him, because it was The Way and he swore an oath that he would never break. And if Din Djarin was one thing, it was a loyal man - some would say perhaps to a fault. 

Din Djarin was aware that this life was different from so many others and would be considered by many to be a bizarre life, maybe even a depressing one. So many found a way of living where you had no friends, no companions, no connections, to be a inconceivable thing. The job of a Mandalorian was all-consuming, one that intertwined with every aspect of ones life. It wasn’t just a set of armor, it was a code to live by. And Din never complained about it, despite the years he spent traveling from planet to planet in his Razor Crest, with nobody but himself and absolute silence.

He knew his life was so different and so closed off, but he didn’t really become aware of it until the child entered his life. Din Djarin had never really cared for anyone before, not because he was bad person but because he had no one around him and definitely no one who cared for him. Many people cared to see what was under the helmet out of curiosity. What did a man whose whole life was meant to take down or kill bounties for a few credits look like? Those people wanted to see his face but never cared about the person underneath the armor, the feelings and thoughts he had only ever being his own, never shared with anyone else.

But, the kid changed some of that. He made Din realize how much he could care for one little being and taught him that his code was worth breaking, if only it was this once so he could protect the creature who he treated as a son. Not only did the kid make him realize that, but he also made him realize how much he craved a family. His had died when he was so young and then he became a Mandalorian, which made it hard to make friends or meet people, nonetheless a family. He unnerved people, scared them even. At the very least he made them uncomfortable. But, not the kid. The kid probably didn’t even understand what Din was, but he didn’t care about the helmet or the armor. He was just a kid, someone who Din could care for and protect, and made Din feel less lonely and sometimes even appreciated, maybe even loved.

And then she came along.

He initially didn’t want to bring her along. But, she wouldn’t stop nagging him about it, saying how she could be a full time mechanic for him and help with the kid (and while he loved the kid, he was a total pain in the ass at times). She also wasn’t bad with a blaster and he had to begrudgingly admit she had saved his ass on that fateful day. The kid also instantly loved her, which puzzled the Mandalorian. It was like the kid laid eyes on her and decided she must stay by his side and she seemed to take a liking to the child as well. They had an instant connection and while the idea of bringing a woman (a very sarcastic one, too) into his life scared him, he knew he was in trouble because he couldn’t say no to the kids desire to have her come along. And it was possible that even from the beginning, he couldn’t say no to her. She was too enticing, too unique. She was so different from every aspect of his life.

At first, she drove him crazy, not because she was bad person or anything, but because he had no clue what to do around her. She would make these jokes, teasing him, and he didn’t know how to react. People didn’t joke with him often, out of fear he’d shoot them. But she didn’t seem to be scared around him, which was the first bizarre thing he noticed about her. She would also talk. A lot. She would ask questions and blabber away with the child. He was used to the quiet but now she was here and his ship was full of giggles and chatter. It felt brighter and though the environment had shifted in a way he wasn’t used to, he enjoyed it a little.

She had tried talking to him at first but then stopped, and Din supposed that was probably his fault. He didn’t know how to talk to her though. Sometimes he even thought of things to say to her, responses to her questions, come backs to her jokes, but he felt so uncomfortable at the thought of actually doing it. He was a Mandalorian, not a normal person who could just talk to someone. Innocent conversations and exchanging jokes were things for people like her to do, people who were normal. Not for him. He had a reputation to uphold.

But it was like she didn’t even care about who he was or about his reputation. She had made a joke about him being a glorified tin can (a joke that Din decided he couldn’t determine if it was insulting or the funniest thing he’s ever heard) and had asked for his name, which he realized many people never bothered to ask. But, she didn’t ask what he looked like or ask him to take off the helmet. She didn’t seem to judge him for his profession or his way of life. She treated him normally. And that was more mind boggling to him than anything else. That confused him and he didn’t know what to do.

So instead of trying, he grunted and gave her short responses, ignoring her presence otherwise. The days would still be full of her and the child conversing with each other, but the nights would be silent with the two of them in separate rooms.

But now things were different. Instead of feeling so far apart that they might as well had been on two different planets, Din felt close to her. So much so he had given her his name. He hadn’t even realized he had done it until his name was being said by her. He didn’t regret it though. All he did was damn himself for not telling her sooner as she repeated his name, like his name was only for her to know and like it was meant to be said by her, and only her. 

When he later pondered on why he had told her, he realized it was because she cared about him. He could see it in her eyes, after he had saved her from the bullet. She cared about him and that care scared her so much. And the way he felt for the child and for her scared him too. Because he knew he’d do anything for them, no matter the consequences. And he could tell she felt the same, and he felt the least he could do to repay her for her kindness was to tell her his name.

Since he told her, she would say his name as often as possible and he never got sick of it. She’d greet him in the morning with a “Good morning, Din.” She would try to get his attention by calling out for him by name.  He was no longer Mando. He was Din to her. He was a person to her. 

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Night had become Din’s favorite part of the day. He would wait eagerly for the child to quiet down and for the sounds of her stepping up the ladder, into the cockpit where he was. He would listen for her, wait for her to sit down in the seat besides his. Then he look over at her. 

Every night she would do the same thing. She would look into the galaxy, into hyperspace, like it was the first time she’d ever seen it. Her eyes would be glowing from it, her lips slightly parted in an expression of wonder. One side of her lips would quirk up, into that lopsided smile that Din had had begun to crave more and more. Din had traveled for many years of his life now and had seen so many places, but he swore watching her in that moment was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Tonight was no exception. She had brought a blanket up with her, cuddling up with it as she brought her knees to her chest, the chair swallowing her as she leaned against it.  “The kid took forever to fall asleep tonight. I swear he does it on purpose sometimes, just to watch me go crazy.” 

He loved hearing her talk now, couldn’t get enough of it. The soft ebb and flow of her voice was like a melody to him and sometimes he could feel himself drift into it, wishing he could fall asleep to it. He found himself yearning for it and that puzzled him. He had never felt like that before. Not with anyone and it almost scared him, except it was her. And she vowed to protect him and he trusted she would be there. So for once, he would allow himself to feel, no matter how uncharted the territory was and no matter how silly he felt at times. 

“The little bugger likes to do that. It’s annoying.” He grumbled out. He loved the kid, he really did, but he had a knack for screaming, crying, and being defiant at the worst of times. The kid got to be by her side all day. Night was Din’s time with her.

“Oh, yeah. Says the man who no longer has to deal with it.” Din knew she was joking by the sly smile on her face. He used to not look at her really, just stare into hyperspace. But now he liked to. He wanted to see the way her expressions changed, her smiles when they joked, her eyes as she would look over at him.

“I have to wait up here for you while the kid screams.” 

“Well, well, Din. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you like my company. Perhaps you even miss me.” She let out a little giggle at the notion, like that was something impossible. But it was true.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, sweet one.” Din froze instantly, the words escaping his lips before he could even think about it. He saw as her eyebrows raise a little but the smile on her lips never faded.

“Well, I never would of guessed that Din Djarin was a flirt.”

That was the thing though. Din Djarin wasn’t a flirt. In all his years, he couldn’t recall one time he has gone out of his way to flirt with someone. Sure, he had found people attractive. That was only natural. But he never went out of his way to do something about it and had never really known someone long enough to want to do it. And it’s not even that Din intended to flirt with the woman before him. But he was finding himself doing a lot of things around her that he didn’t do with others. And he didn’t know what that meant but he knew it felt nice and normal. And after everything he has gone through in life and the way he has lived for so long, didn’t he deserve that at least? If only for once, with her and his child?

“Can I ask you a question?” She asked, looking back in front of her, into the galaxy. Din was grateful for the change in conversation but was also nervous about her questions. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to answer them necessarily, but he worried he’d answer something and turn her away, push her away from him. He supposed it was a silly notion but he still feel a bit of fear creep into his chest at her question.

He also understood her desire to ask him questions though because he wanted to ask her about everything. He wanted to know everything about her life, her past, her passions. He wanted to uncover the layers between them. 

“Only if I can ask you some too.” It sounded like a good compromise to him. She got to ask her questions, no matter how nerve-wracking it seemed to him, and he got to know a bit more about the person who was learning to care about more and more.

“Deal.” She reached her hand over so he could shake it. He pulled one of his hands off the controls on the dashboard and reached it over to her. Their hands clasped at each other and shook, until they both let go. “Alright, Din. You go first.”

“No, ladies first.” He wanted her to go first, so she could set the tone of the conversation. He didn’t know if they were asking trivial little questions like their favorite food, or deeper ones. 

���What a gentlemen you are.” Din let a chuckle out at that idea. He never would consider himself a gentlemen but he didn’t bother to argue with her about it. “Do you ever regret bringing me along?”

Din’s head whipped over to look at her, but he watched as she pulled at a loose string on her sweater, looking down and not at him. The question broke his heart instantly. Was this something she worried about? Despite the uncomfortableness in the beginning, Din had never wished once she wasn’t there. In fact, he couldn’t imagine what would have happened if he hadn’t let her join, leaving her on that cold planet where he had met her.

“Kriff, no.” She finally turned her head to look at him, looking worried but hopeful at his initial response. “The kid... he absolutely adores you. I think if you hadn’t come, he probably would of killed me with his magic hand thing.” 

She let out a laugh at that and Din smiled under the helmet, glad to see her concern dissipate a little. “And,” he continued on, “I am glad you are here. You’ve made life... better.”

She let out a little hum at that, appearing to hold back a big grin at his words. “I guess that was a sufficient response. Your turn.”

“That planet I picked you up from-”

“Yungbrii?”

“Yeah. Was that your home?”

She scoffed in response to the question. “Maker, no. That was just a place to... escape to.” A sadness reached her eyes and she looked as if she was drowning in the past. “My family and I used to live in Jakku, in a small little area outside of the Nimma Outpost.”

“Isn’t that place just for scavengers?” 

“I mean, mostly. That and a whole bunch of other shady stuff. Probably not the greatest place to raise your kid but it was fine. My father was the only mechanic there and it was the only place on the planet with a beacon so quite a few people would pop in. Most of the people who stopped by were running from something, so their ships were mostly likely garbage and they’d pay upfront with credits, so it worked out okay for us.”

“Did you like it there?”

She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, shaking her head and giving Din another one of her classic grins. “Now, I see you are trying to get away with two questions in a row. It’s my turn.”

“Fine.”

“Where did you grow up?” 

Din whipped his head towards her again, watching as she faced him and leaned her face against her hand, waiting for his response. Where did he grow up? No one asked him questions like that because no one cared. And Din was usually grateful to avoid questions like those, because the pain that came with those memories was something he didn’t want to face. 

“Aq Vetina.” Din knew the words were said coldly, and she didn’t deserve that. But every time he thought of that place, all he saw were the droids destroying everything he had ever known and the last glimpse of his parents faces before he was hidden away in darkness, never to see them again.

“There were Mandalorians on Aq Vetina? I thought that place was destroyed or something.” The words were said with no bad intentions, only pure curiosity and confusion but an uneasy silence still filled the room. He no longer looked at her but felt her gaze drift to him. “Oh... I’m sorry. I didn’t... I didn’t know or- ”

“It’s my turn now, right?” He wanted to change the topic before he got even more upset and took it out on her. He didn’t want her feeling guilty. She didn’t know and it wasn’t her fault.

“Um, yeah.” 

Din cleared his throat, trying to think of a question that would ease the tension. But he had one nagging away at the back of his mind, one that had plagued his thoughts more and more as time went on. “Why did you want to come with me and the kid?”

“Honestly, I had wanted to leave Yungbrii for a while. But, there weren’t a lot of people which meant not a lot of credits and not a lot of ways out. A lot of the people who came too were real sleaze balls, not the kind of guys you wanted to board a ship with. But then you came in and you were different. Kind of annoying at first but you didn’t scare me. And then I saw the kid and thought if he is taking care of that, hopefully that means he isn’t some crazy freak.

“But, it wasn’t just that you weren’t a freak, which I mean only as a compliment.” She let a small chuckle out at that and Din felt better as she continued on. “I can’t explain it but the kid... I knew instantly that he was special. I’m not much of a people person but I instantly liked the kid and trusted him. And I could tell that he wanted me to come and if he trusted you, then I could too. And even though you weren’t the most charming character when I met you, I could tell you had a heart. I saw the way the kid looked up to you and the way you protected him. You are a good guy.”

Din’s heart warmed at her answer. He could imagine that a lot of people definitely didn’t have that impression of him when they saw him but even the first time they met, she was able to look beneath the armor and the helmet. She didn’t know anything about him but was able to tell he was a protector and despite his reputation, he cared. “You didn’t care I was a Mandalorian?”

“Eh, not really. My grandmother wasn’t fond of your kind but I figured it was maybe some old school way of thinking. And even if it wasn’t, that doesn’t mean all Mandalorians are the same.” 

Din Djarin was awestruck by the woman he was sat with. He was so used to people hating him for who he was, or at the very least being scared of him. And the fact she was able to disregard all the assumptions people made about Mandalorians and look at him as a person first showed her true character. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. That should just be considered common human decency.” He supposed that was true. But it didn’t make her any less special to him. “Okay... hmm... okay, I got one. Have you ever loved someone?”

Now that was not expected at all. His helmet whipped around so fast to look at her, half expecting her face to be turned away but she stared back at the Mandalorian, sitting patiently for an answer. Has he ever loved someone? That’s a hard hitting question yet also a rather simple one, sad enough. Din thought back to his past. Sure, he had noticed attractive people. There had been a few times he’d allowed himself to indulge, but never would he describe it as love. It was just a meaningless night with a person who was lonely too and didn’t mind the helmet. And now that he thought about it, he’d never even kissed someone really. The helmet was always on and he never trusted anyone enough to keep it off, in fear they’d sneak a peak at the infamous bounty hunter.

So, no, Din Djarin had never experienced love. He had never been in love nor has he ever been loved by someone. And while he was able to be reasonable about it in his head, it was harder saying it out loud. He was old enough that that was weird, if not embarrassing. Especially considering the woman beside him.

She was beautiful, with soft features yet such a strong personality. Her lips were the kind you could think about, wonder how they would feel against your own. Her eyes were so expressive: a lot of times you tell what she was feeling by looking into them, if only for a moment. But it wasn’t just her looks (although Mando couldn’t imagine someone could look at her and not be shocked by her beauty) but it was her strength and character. She was so strong and quick. She could take a hit and give one that was even stronger. She could stand being teased and had this lopsided smirk that would cross her face when she said something smart or funny.

Din Djarin imagined she was a woman who had been loved by many. 

And he was loved... by no one.

“The job doesn’t really allow for much room for that kind of stuff. Armor doesn’t help either.” He meant to answer plainly, as if the question had no impact on him, but he still noticed the way her eyebrows softened, her head tilting slowly as she processed his words. Din felt a hitch in his breathing as she reached over, her soft hand covering his.

“Din Djarin, you are much more than your job or a suit of armor. You are a good man.”

And he once again felt himself melt into her touch, as well as her reassurances. Din had never had someone do this for him. Sure, the Mandalorians had been there for him when he was a foundling, but even in the end they wanted something from him: to be a Mandalorian like them and to swear by and follow their creed. But this was so different. She didn’t want something from him. She didn’t need him to change the way he was in order for her to support him. 

“What about you?” He asked nervously. He didn’t know why he was even nervous. Maybe because he didn’t want her to think he was prying. Or maybe it was her answer he feared. That she would already have someone who was waiting on her or who she had already given herself over to. And while Din knew he didn’t have any claim on her, that they were only friends who happened to get stuck with each other in this big galaxy, he knew a small part of him didn’t want to hear her say yes. 

“Have I ever been in love?”

Din responded only with a nod of his helmet, followed by a loud sigh leaving her lips.

“No, I don’t think so. I think maybe once I could of been... but it wasn’t the right time for me.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Besides, my grandmother always told me love was a waste of time. Suppose I haven’t ever really bothered to find it.”

Din felt bad for feeling relieved at her answer. But, he still did.

“You mention your grandmother a lot. Were you guys close?”

She smiled, as if relieving all the bittersweet memories. It was a smile Din recognized. “Yeah. My mom would of argued we were a little too close. Always said I was just a younger version fo her.”

“Well then she must have been a pain in the ass.” 

She let out a loud laugh at Din’s joke, her smile reaching from ear to ear as her body shook for the laughter. Din enjoyed hearing the sound of laughing. It wasn’t a sound often heard on his ship and hadn’t ever really been present until she came around. Her presence lightened the mood, make the environment brighter than it ever had been before, made the Razor Crest feel more like home than Din had ever felt before. 

“Yeah, she was a pain in the ass. I miss her.”

“Is she-” Din paused, not wanting to ask a question that would hurt her. She was so happy and he never, ever wanted to do anything to tarnish that. He could tell she was scarred enough. She didn’t need him digging in deeper, breaking her apart bit by bit.

She paused, the smile falling off her face, and turned to look at Din. “You know, you can ask...”

“What happened? To your family.” 

“About five, maybe six years ago, Empirical troops raided our house with orders to kill everyone in it. It was just my parents, my grandmother, and I. They wanted my grandmother the most. She wasn’t very subtle about her hatred for the Empire and her dedication to the rebellion. She probably should of shut up a bit more...”

Din felt so much anger build up. This was the same Empire that had wanted his kid. The same Empire who wanted to do Maker knows what to him, tarnish the power he held, and make the child into something he wasn’t. The same Empire that Mando constantly had to run from and who hunted for him and the kid. And now the same Empire who had hurt a person he cared about so deeply. An Empire who had taken his family, and hers.

“They did that just cause your grandmother?” He simultaneously couldn’t believe it and could. 

“That and... well...” She paused, clearly uncomfortable with the subject but continued on, “My family line... there have been Jedi’s in my family in the past. And they were Jedi’s that were also dedicated to the rebellion. So, they figured they would just kill any possible Jedi’s and not risk it.”

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You knew the question was coming, just like you knew eventually this conversation would happen. You were getting close to Din, perhaps too close, and you couldn’t keep what had happen to your family a secret forever. And maybe a part of you wanted to talk to him about what happened, because there was no one else on the planet you could tell. 

Because you weren’t supposed to be alive and probably had a price on your head.

All because of who you are.

You heard your mothers words echo in your mind. Never tell someone about yourself. You have to keep it a secret because they will want to kill you. The world isn’t safe for someone like you.

You held your breath as you waited for the question, nervous even though you knew what was coming.

“Are you a... Jedi?”

Never tell someone about yourself.

You finally let out the breath you were holding, trying to steady your shaking hands. Your fingers dug into your thighs and you stared straight ahead, into the galaxy in front of you.

“No.”

[certifiedskywalker]

Breaking - Din Djarin

Anonymous said: Hello, hope your having a good time wherever you are! May I request some mandalorian and the child with a gender neutral who wears a mask and fallows the same kind of never take it off rule? I just really like the idea.

AN: MAJOR SPOILERS for The Mandalorian, Season 2! Also, I stuck with the heart of this request, but I added a little bit more conflict and tension. 

From the beginning, there had been one simple rule: never remove the helmet in front of others. In the earlier days, it was an easy rule to follow. Since you and Din were not blood-kin, you had separate quarters on the Razor Crest and never saw each other’s faces. While part of you wondered with a silent ‘what if’, bounty hunting killed any temptation to remove the helmet. If any client or target saw your face, it could be the end of your careers, of your lives. 

However, recently, your heart had changed while the rule remained the same. While you had not removed your helmet, you felt a storm brewing in your chest. Grogu made it difficult and, as you had watched Din interact with the Child, your growing feelings for your hunting partner made it all the worse. You never imagined that being faced with a goodbye would hurt you so or cause the storm in your heart to turn into a swirling vortex.

“That’s who you belong with. He’s one of your kind.”

Through the dark tint of your helmet’s visor, you watched as Din held Grogu in his arms. You walked up to the pair, completing the clan of three. Din turned to face you as you approached, but quickly turned his attention back to Grogu. The Child’s big eyes shifted between you and your partner as if he were trying to memorize the gleam of the lights in your beskar helmets. You heart ached at the hints of fear in his eyes.

“We’ll see you again,” Din murmured. Even with his voice slight modulated, you heard the strain in his voice. Over the years you worked together, you had picked up on Din’s different tones. There wer small faulterings on each word that told you he was close to breaking. 

You set a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “We promise.”

At your promise, you felt the eyes of everyone on you. Din and the Child were looking to you with hope, even the Jedi rescuer dressed in black eyed you. 

“Yeah, we promise,” Din echoed. 

Grogu cooed in response and you smiled beneath your helmet. Then, a moment after, a wave of bitter sadness rushed over you. To suppress the tears that gathered in your eyes, you reached a gloved hand out to Grogu and brushed the backs of your fingers against his little green cheek. He cooed again and, when you pulled your hand away, Grogu reached out.

His small, three-fingered hand knocked against Din’s helmet. It seemed the little creature was trying to replicate your movement. Only, for Grogu, beskar blocked his earning for touch. Even after cycles of traveling together, the Child’s curiosity about what lingered beneath your and Din’s helmets persisted. Neither of you bothered to explain the Creed, the simple rule, to him. Grogu’s path was going to lead away from your both anyway; so, why explain it?

Then the mission changed. Then you and Din grew closer and grew attached to the little creature he held in his arms. For a split second, your fingers twitched up, ready to lift the helmet from your head and meet Grogu’s eyes with yours for the first time. Possibly, the last time; but you didn’t, even as you heart began to break at Grogu’s whimper. 

You were about to tell him that you were going to miss him when, out of the corner of your visor, you saw Din’s hand lift. His finger gripped the end of his helmet and you turned as Din, your partner, removed his helmet. Your eyes widened at the sight of Din’s face; a face you had wondered about for years was finally exposed, stood at your side. 

He had brown eyes. 

Grogu cooed and reached his hand up again. He brushed his little green fingers across Din’s scruffy chin. Your heart shattered when Din closed his brow eyes at Grogu’s touch.

He had brown hair too. 

Grogu seemed to be reaching for it like a toy. Wild strands stood on end while other were matted down by the weight of the helmet; the weight of the rule. The weight of the Creed. Din opened his eyes and gave Grogu a small smile. He had a nice smile.

“All right, pal. It’s time to go.”

Another whimper from Grogu was enough to force you to peel your eyes from Din’s features. The Child looked as if he were about to cry but you were too in shock to give him words of comfort. You turned your visor back to Din and hoped he would say something. The moment you looked, you were lost in his face again. 

You had never seen a fellow Mandalorian cry. Helmets hid the face, fear, and smiles. Din’s helmet had hidden to you how much he truly cared. For, without his helmet now, Din’s eyes were rimmed with tears. He looked as if he were breaking. 

“Don’t be afraid.”

Din bent down to let Grogu go. The creature stood then, between you and your partner, with little hands gripping the material of your boots. You tore your eyes from Din once more and met the wide, frightful gaze of Grogu. Part of you wished to reach down, cradle him in your arms, and tell the Jedi to kiss the wrong end of a Snarlacc. 

But you were still too in shock, too caught up in Din’s brown eyes and breaking heart to do much of anything. You barely registered when an R2 unit whirred in and entranced Grogu. When you finally came back to your senses, Grogu was held in the Jedi’s arms as doors to the lift shut before them. Then, with Grogu gone, a new weight settled in.

You turned to face Din, whose gaze was already in search of yours. Worry was plain of his face. You were not used to reading it so clearly. Typically, you would have to study the walk he walked, leaned against the hull of the Razor Crest, or listen for the bite of his short tone. Without the helmet obscuring him, you could read him easily. 

You wanted to be angry. There was one rule and he had broken it. Yet, looking into his eyes, you felt your resolve finally shatter. 

“Y/N-”

“There will be time for talking later,” Bo-Katan snapped, her harsh order cut Din off. “We need to secure the ship and rendezvous with Fett.”

Koska and Cara took the order in stride. The two women picked up Moff Gideon and started towards the detention bay while Fennec busied herself with the navigation console. You nodded at Bo-Katan and turned your gaze back to Din. Concern still laced his features as you moved towards the bridge doors. As you went, you bent down and picked up his helmet from the floor.

“We’ll talk later,” you promised before you pressed Din’s helmet into his chest and left for a head-clearing patrol around the ship.

You had been on cycles lone bounty hunting trips with Din before. You had fought off a band of pirates and only suffered a minor concussion. You had, recently, faced a Krayt Dragon on Tatooine and lived to the tell the tale. However, none of those feats were as exhausting as Grogu’s goodbye or as taxing as Din breaking the Creed.

It didn’t help that the cots on the light cruiser, ones made for Stormtroopers, were terribly uncomfortable. You were used to cramped quarters and stiff beds but the slab of plastoid you rested on hardly constituted as such. It also didn’t help that you hadn’t found Din or talked to him about what happened in the bridge or Grogu. As soon as you laid down, you felt restless. 

When you heard Cara come down, you sat up on your cot and eyed her through your visor. “Have you seen-”

“Cafe,” Cara said and she shot you a concerned look. “I know that the Creed is...is everything to you and...well. You both lost a lot today. Try to hold onto each other.”

In Cara’s face you could see a hint of regret. You imagined she was thinking of Alderaan, of all that she lost. Maybe she was thinking about a partner, someone special, she wasn’t able to hold onto anymore. You stood up and reached out for her shoulder. She looked to you as you gave it a comforting squeeze.

“Thank you, Cara.” 

With a parting nod, you made your way up towards the ship cafe. It took longer than expected. Grey hallways of Imperial cruisers all look the same after a few turns and too-similar hallways. Eventually, you found your way to the cafeteria. It was hauntingly empty.

Save for Din who stood, helmetless, in front of the large viewport. He was outlined against the darkness of space and the shining of stars. For a minute, you considered not approaching him. The tension would pass, if you both let it. Perhaps you both could return to normal, normal as in before Grogu. You could easily leave the Nite Owls to take back Mandalorian by themselves and continue hunting. 

Then you felt the storm in your chest swirl again, intensify. With it, you were spurred to motion and your feet began to move. Before you knew what you wanted to say, you were stood by Din’s side, helmeted face forward, staring out towards the stars.

“Where do you think he is?” Din’s question broke the heavy silence and you fought the urge to look up at him, at his face. 

“Sectors away,” you admitted, “but safer.”

“You’re right.”

Then there was silence again. It seemed to press against your shoulders and make the beskar of your helmet all the more heavy. Slowly, you craned your neck and peered up at Din through the visor. You could see, through the clear port of your helmet, Din’s brown eyes were already on you. He was looking right where he knew your eyes to be within the helmet.

“I’m sorry.”

Cara’s words echoed in your head and your heart ached at the sight of Din’s down turned lips. Lips you had tried to imagine before. “There is nothing to be sorry for.”

“I broke the Creed,” Din protested, “not for the first time and certainly not the last. Not...not now, not when….” 

Din trailed off and tore his eyes from you.

“I understand,” you continued. “I wanted to, too.” Din came to attention at your word. His eyes went on a mad search and studied your helmet for any sign of yielding. Of breaking. “I just, I’m not ready for it. You know, as a foundling, it’s all I’ve, we’ve, known.”

“Then the kid,” Din said, his voice soft. 

“Then the kid,” you agreed, “and then you.”

“Me?” His eyebrows raised, a reaction you had never seen before from him. You couldn’t help but smile from beneath your helmet. 

“You.” 

You reached over and pulled the glove from your right hand. Carefully, as if reaching out to a wounded animal, you lifted your bare hand to Din’s face. For a split second, he pulled away. Then, moments after, he leaned into your warm touch. Din’s eyes closed and, with a deep breath in, you relaxed along with him.

“I’m not up to breaking just yet,” you said as you brushed your thumb along the scruff of his cheek. “But I hope you’ll be with me when I do.”

You jumped when Din’s hand, also ungloved, reached up to hold your own. His skin was warm, warmer than you ever imagined, and softer too. The touch was enough to ease the storm in your heart, to calm you. Din’s eyes opened and he met your gaze through your visor.

“I will. This,” he tapped one of his fingers against the back of your hand, “is the way.” 

And you believed him, in that moment, this was a creed he would not bend. An oath, to you, that Din would not break.

[shyrose57]

I?? Saw some soul eater Dream smp aus and honestly, I love those kind of AUs. The bonds between partners, and such is pretty cool, and Madness always makes it so anyone can turn into an opponent. So here’s one of my own. 

First of all, all current weapons are Tubbo, Ranboo, Phil, Karl, and Wilbur. 

Maybe Fundy and Quackity too, but I’m not sure yet. 

I like the idea of Sapnap using both Karl and Quackity, as well as both Quackity and Sapnap sharing Karl, or maybe just Karl and Sapnap being a weapon/meister pair, and Quackity wielding himself but still working with them. 

And I’m equally torn between Fundy being a self-wielding weapon, a witch, or a meister. 

All current meisters are Eret, Tommy, Dream, Sapnap, and Technoblade.

Tubbo’s dad is Sparklez, because that’s a fun dynamic, and Tubbo was created by Ianite as a sort of gift to her weapon. 

Because of this, he’s a special weapon, able to shift between three forms-because, y’know, water is fluid and ever changing, and she’s partially an ocean goddess. I just liked the idea. 

Tubbo can transform into a trident like his dad, a halberd, and either a medieval lance, or a greek sword(xiphos maybe? Kinda like Tommy’s knife?). Either of them kind of give of a hero vibe, cause y’know, lances and knights, but the greek sword would also tie into Tommy’s whole Theseus thing. It’d be neat anyway. Tubbo would personally stick as the lance/sword, due to it being Tommy’s preference, but he can switch between them all easily. 

Ranboo would be a double bladed scythe, for the whole duality thing. 

Phil would either be a scythe himself or a claymore. I’m leaning more towards scythe, since he’s the whole angel of death, and scythes are associated with reapers and all, and Techno can always use normal swords if he wants. 

Plus, it would mean Phil could teach Ranboo a bit about how to fight with his blades, which adds more bonding opportunities. 

Dunno what Karl would be. I’m considering maybe a lantern, like Jacqueline because A, fire and Sapnap, and B, I dunno, I kind of associate lanterns with libraries, and it’d be kind of a connection to the Inbetween. Plus, his light could change colors like his hoodie. 

Now, my personal favorite, Wilbur, who I am incredibly conflicted with. I have three different weapon ideas for him, all of which hurt equally, but in different ways.

The first is pretty much some kind of Razor Floss String. I don’t know the logistics of it, but he can turn himself into really sharp and strong streak manipulated by himself and a meister’s soul energy. This route would probably have the most angst with Tommy, because Wilbur would use his weapon form a lot in their childhood. Putting on shows for Tommy by using his strings to manipulate toys, or catching Tommy and dragging him if he fell from a high spot. And equally, at some point in Pogtopia, Dream suggesting he and Wilbur practice working together, since he’s with them, and Tommy having to witness his older brother get used by the person who’s hurt them so much. For extra angst, maybe Dream even ‘jokingly’ wraps Tommy up in Wilbur’s strings, like a puppet, before Wilbur gets annoyed and transforms back at the ‘games’. 

The second would be a scythe, like Philza, which would obviously mean more Phil focused angst, with Tommy and Ranboo on the side. Phil would remember teaching Wilbur how to fight when he’s teaching Ranboo, and perhaps be reminded of him every time either of them transform. Plus, Tommy would also remember Wilbur whenever he saw them, and get mad at Phil for being with Techno more than his own kids(SBI family, of course. Tech’s a family friend though).

Finally, a spear, with more Fundy focused angst. In this AU, Sally would have been some mer-related hybrid or something. Maybe Wilbur got stuck on an island or something, and met her, and the two became partners. Fundy grew up with stories of how his mother wielded Wilbur seamlessly, and how they brought monsters to their knees, and hunted huge beasts. Maybe Wilbur would teach him to wield him, as bonding, but as the two grow closer apart, Fundy doesn’t wield him as much, until Wilbur’s dead and he never can again. 

Like I said, they’d all hurt a lot, but in different ways.

As for more hurt...

Tubbo’s trident form is enchanted with both Channeling and Riptide(I know they aren’t technically compatible, but I’m just going to say it’s because of Ianite or something). One, because Tubbo should definitely be able to electrocute someone, as a treat, and two, because that scene where Tommy’s exiled and he flies into the air with Dream’s trident? Yeah, that but he’s also remembering all the times he did the same thing with Tubbo and misses him even more.

At some point while Tommy’s stuck in jail, Tubbo and Ranboo decide to work on wielding each other, in case something happens. Tommy’s still Tubbo’s meister, but it’s good to be prepared, y’know? One day while they’re doing this, Ranboo gets stuck in his Enderwalk state(which probably has some connection to Madness in this AU, idk), and Tubbo, who he’s wielding at the time, get’s dragged down with him. 

Thus, Techno and Phil end up forced to fight the two while trying not to hurt them too much and snap them out of it, while Ranboo and Tubbo swap between each other and try to kill them. 

Meanwhile, in their shared soul space(kind of like that place Maka and Soul found themselves dancing when dealing with the black blood stuff, Idk the term for it), Ranboo and Tubbo sit talking, wandering why they feel a vague sense of wrongness, unable to remember how they got here, or what happened.

Also, Eret wielded Wilbur in the first L’manberg war, which is why he was even more betrayed when Eret left them for his crown.

That’s about it for now, I think.