#and yeah i didn't touch on this in the ask but. it has been 0 days since fandom did a bi-erasure

[daryltwdixon]

Teach You III

warnings: smut, all the way baby

word count: 3k

summary: a continuation of part I & 2 daryl has 0 game, 0 experience, and is eager to please. oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v, reader is gentle with Daryl. Some dirty talk :)

notes: I couldn't keep it from you any longer, thank you for being so patient with the edits, I tend to post and then proofread after (terrible idea)

The next morning

The golden morning light filters through the room, casting soft, hazy shadows across the bed. Daryl’s arm is still draped over her waist, his touch warm and tentative, like he’s afraid to hold on too tightly.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been awake, but he hasn’t moved, hasn’t dared to break the fragile stillness of the moment. His chest rises and falls against her back, his breaths steady but shallow, and his fingers flex against her hip like they’re testing whether this is real.

The night flashes through his mind in fragments, each one enough to leave his pulse thrumming all over again. Her hands on him, her lips, the way she’d whispered his name like a prayer. He doesn’t understand how it happened—how someone like her could want him, need him like that—but the evidence is right here, her soft, warm bare body pressed against his, her breathing slow and even in the morning light.

He shifts his head slightly, just enough to catch the faint scent of her hair, and the familiarity of it makes his chest ache. She smells like apple shampoo—like home, safety. Everything he never thought he’d have.

Her back presses against his chest, her body relaxed and content, but he can feel the tension in his own—the way his muscles are coiled tight, the way his breathing is just a little too controlled. He doesn’t want to wake her, doesn’t want to ruin whatever peace she’s found in the moments before the day begins.

But then, she stirs. Her body shifts slightly against his, her hand intertwining over his where it rests on her waist. Her fingers brush his, light and deliberate, and his breath catches in his throat.

“Morning,” she murmurs, her voice soft and full of warmth as she shifts slightly against him. Her plush bum moves against him, and Daryl makes a low sound in his throat, a mix between a grunt and a hum, but he doesn’t pull away. His hand slides along her side, his touch light and lingering, and she can feel the hesitation in him.

“You alright?” she asks, tilting her head back to glance at him.

His eyes flicker to hers, then dart away just as quickly. “Yeah,” he mutters, his voice rough with sleep as he kisses her shoulder. “Just… dunno if you…” He trails off, his jaw tightening as he stares at the far corner of the room.

She turns in his arms, her hand sliding up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing over the rough scruff along his jaw. “Daryl,” she says softly, waiting until his eyes finally meet hers. “If you’re gonna ask if I regret anything, the answer’s no. Not a single thing.”

The tension in his shoulders eases, but there’s still a flicker of doubt in his gaze. “Told ya I ain't ever...” he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just didn't want to mess it up.”

Her smile is gentle, her fingers tracing light circles against his jaw. “You didn’t mess up anything,” she reassures him. “You made me feel incredible. And I want more.”

His breath hitches, his grip on her waist tightening slightly. “More?” he asks, like he doesn’t quite believe her.

She leans in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, teasing kiss. “Yeah, more,” she murmurs against his mouth, her fingers trailing up into his hair as she shifts her body to straddle his hips.

His breath stutters, his hands coming to rest on her thighs, but they stay still, hesitant. Her hands slide over his shoulders, steadying herself as she leans closer, her lips brushing against his ear.

“I want you, Daryl,” she whispers, her voice low and inviting. “Right here. Right now. If you're ready.”

He groans, low and rough, his hands twitching as they slide down to her thighs, but when she moves to guide him, he shakes his head slightly. “Wait,” he says, his voice thick. “I… I wanna...can I?"

She pulls back just enough to meet his gaze, her smile soft but teasing. “Oh?” she says, raising an eyebrow. “You wanna take charge now?”

His cheeks flush, but his hands slide to her waist, gripping her gently but firmly. “Wanna… wanna make you feel good,” he admits, his voice faltering but full of intent. “Just… lemme try.”

Her heart swells at the vulnerability in his voice, and she nods, sliding off him to settle back against the pillows. “Alright,” she says softly, her voice full of warmth as she watches him. “Take your time.”

He hovers over her, his hands braced on either side of her as he lowers himself down. His lips find hers again, tentative at first but growing bolder with every passing second. His body is warm and solid against hers, and the softness of her against him feels grounding, comforting.

“Tell me what you like,” he murmurs against her lips, his voice low and rough, and she can feel the sincerity in every word.

She smiles, her hands sliding up his back to rest between his shoulder blades. “I like you,” she whispers, her tone playful but full of truth. “And I like everything you’re doing.”

He looks down at her, his gaze lingering on the beginnings of the flush of her skin, the way her chest rises and falls beneath him, and the soft, inviting curve of her lips.

His cheeks are flushed too, but he doesn’t look away this time, suddenly moving down her body, “Wanna taste you again. Didn’t… didn’t get enough.”

Her breath catches, her heart stuttering at his words. “Daryl,” she murmurs, her tone laced with both surprise and affection.

He doesn’t waste time, his movements a little quicker now, though still careful, as he kisses his way down her body. His lips linger over her collarbone, her chest, and the soft swell of her stomach, each kiss deliberate and reverent.

When he reaches her hips, his hands slide along her thighs, coaxing them apart with a gentleness that makes her shiver. His gaze flickers up to meet hers as he settles between her legs, nipping at the skin of her.

He ducks his head, his hair falling into his eyes, but there’s a determination in his voice as he continues, rough and unfiltered. “Wanna taste this pretty pussy again,” he says, his fingers brushing over her skin, his touch deliberate but still trembling with need.

The noise that escapes her—a sharp, breathless gasp—sends heat surging through him, pushing him forward. His lips curve into a faint smile, more instinct than thought, before his face dips lower, his mouth finding her slick, swollen heat with unrelenting purpose.

He kisses her there first, soft and reverent, like he’s still testing the waters, still learning her. But the way her body jolts, the way her thighs tremble around his shoulders, drives him deeper. His tongue swipes along her folds, dragging up through her wetness, and he groans at the taste of her, low and guttural, the sound vibrating against her.

“Daryl,” she gasps, her hips shifting instinctively against his mouth.

The sound of her saying his name like that—breathless, needy—makes his cock twitch against the mattress, but he doesn’t pull back. His hands slide to her thighs, his fingers digging gently into her skin as he holds her in place.

“You’re so good, Daryl,” she breathes, her voice trembling as her fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him closer.

The praise makes his chest swell, pride mixing with desire as he focuses all his attention on her. His tongue moves with growing confidence, swirling over her sensitive nub before dipping lower, teasing her entrance with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Fuck,” she gasps, her head falling back against the pillow as her hips buck toward him.

He groans again, the vibration making her whimper, and he slides one hand down between them, his fingers testing her wetness before easing one inside. The tight heat of her around his finger is almost enough to make him lose control, but he holds steady, his focus entirely on her.

“Like this?” he asks, his voice rough and muffled against her, his finger curling gently inside her.

“Yes,” she moans, her body arching into him. “Just like that, baby. Don’t stop.”

Encouraged, he curls his finger inside her, his tongue flicking and suckling over the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center. Her moans grow louder, her body moving instinctively against him, and he adds another finger, the stretch of her around his fingers making drops of precum drip from him.

Her thighs tighten around his head, her breathing ragged as her body moves against him, desperate and needy. “Daryl,” she whimpers, her voice breaking. “I’m so close—fuck, don’t stop. Please.”

He doesn’t. He doubles down, his fingers curling inside her, finding that spot that makes her cry out, his tongue pressing harder against her. Her body tightens, her back arching as the tension inside her snaps, her release crashing over her in waves.

He holds her through it, his movements slowing as she comes down, her breathing ragged and uneven. When she finally relaxes beneath him, her thighs trembling, he presses kisses to her inner thigh before crawling back up her body, peppering her soft skin with his lips. As he reaches her hip bone and further up, he lets his teeth graze her, causing a pleasant yelp from her, but he licks each puncture smooth with his tongue.

Eventually, his mouth lands back on hers, and he’s surprised by her fervent need for him, her hands threading back into his hair as her legs bracket his hips. The soft press of her body against his is electric, her lips urgent and warm as they move against his. His cock is rock hard and achingly hot and heavy as it presses against her, the sensation making his hips twitch.

“Are you going to fuck me, Daryl?” she whispers, her mouth brushing against his jaw, her breath hot on his skin.

The growl that escapes him is nearly inhuman, guttural and raw, and he feels his nerves fray at the edges, torn between his desperate need for her and the doubt clawing at his chest. Could he do this? Could he be what she needed, take her like this?

Her lips curve into a smile as she pulls back to look at him, her hand sliding to cup his jaw. He presses his forehead against hers, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts, as he shifts, his hips aligning with hers. The weight of her trust—her eagerness—makes his throat tighten. He wants her to see it, how much he wants this, how much he wants her.

When he reaches down to pump himself in his hand, his breath catches in his throat, a shaky hiss escaping his lips. “Fuck,” he mutters, dragging his cock along her slick heat, feeling how ready she is for him. Both of them gasp when the head of him catches at her entrance, the heat of her making his chest tighten and his mind spin.

She cups his face with both hands, her smile widening as her thumbs stroke his cheeks. “You’re doing so good,” she murmurs, her voice steady and full of warmth.

Her words calm some of the chaos in his chest, and he nods, leaning in to kiss her, soft and slow. “You’re so wet,” he mumbles against her lips, the words rough and unfiltered. “So fuckin’ soft.”

As he pushes into her, his body seems to give out, falling forward until his chest is pressed to hers, his arms trembling with the effort of holding himself up. Her hands stroke the back of his head, her fingers tangling gently in his hair as she pets him.

“I feel you, Daryl,” she whispers, her voice breathy and full of praise, "You feel amazing. So big, so good. Tell me how you feel. You okay?"

He nods quickly, his breath uneven. “Y-yeah,” he mutters, pulling back slightly to hover over her again. His hips move tentatively, just enough to let him feel the drag of her walls around him, and his entire body shudders. “Jesus… you’re squeezin’ me so tight. Feels… God, you feel so good.”

She gasps at the movement, her lips parting as her hips rise to meet his. “Just like that, Daryl,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Please, please, just like that.”

Her begging sends a jolt of heat straight to his core, She was begging, Daryl realized. Begging for more--for more of him. The thought makes his head fuzzy, but it also spurs him on.

With another shaky exhale, he pushes in further again, his movements slow and careful, like he’s afraid of hurting her. Her soft gasps spur him on, each one sending a jolt of heat straight to his core. When he finally seats himself fully inside her, his arms tremble with the effort of holding himself up, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts.

“You’re perfect,” she breathes, her hands sliding up to cradle his face. Her eyes lock with his, and the look she gives him—full of trust and affection—makes his heart stutter.

“I dunno what I’m doin’,” he admits, his voice low and hoarse, his cheeks flushing.

She smiles, her thumbs brushing along his jaw. “You’re doing everything just right,” she whispers, her voice steady. “Just, please, God, move, Daryl. Please. Whatever feels good to you.”

He nods slowly, his gaze never leaving hers as he starts to move. His thrusts are tentative at first, unsteady, but the soft sounds she makes—the quiet moans and sharp intakes of breath—give him the confidence to keep going.

His movements grow bolder, his hips rolling against hers in a rhythm that’s still slightly uneven but filled with intent. Each stroke sends sparks of pleasure coursing through him, and he can feel the way she tightens around him, her body reacting instinctively to his.

“You’re takin’ me so good,” he murmurs, his voice rough and unsteady as he leans down to press his lips to her neck. “So fuckin’ good.”

Her nails scrape lightly down his back, her moans growing louder as her hips rise to meet his. The way she moves beneath him, the way she says his name like it’s the only thing on her mind, sends him spiraling.

“Daryl,” she gasps, her voice high and breathless. “Please, fuck, don’t stop.”

Her words push him further, his thrusts deepening as he buries his face against her neck, groaning softly against her skin. The heat between them builds steadily, their bodies moving together in perfect sync.

And then, her hand slips between them, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, deliberate circles. The sight makes his breath catch, his hips faltering as he pulls back to sit up, his movements slowing. His eyes drop to where their bodies are joined, mesmerized by the way her fingers work against herself, slick with both of them, her hips writhing to meet each stroke.

“Shit,” he mutters, his voice thick with awe as he watches her. His thrusts slow further, each one deliberate and deep, giving her room to move, his chest heaving as he tries to keep his focus.

She’s falling apart beneath him, her lips parting into a perfect “o” of pleasure as her eyes flutter closed, her head tipping back against the pillow. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, her fingers moving faster as her body tightens around him.

“Daryl,” she gasps, her voice trembling, her free hand clawing at his back. “I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna cum—please, don’t stop!”

Her begging is his undoing. He grits his teeth, thrusting harder and even faster than before, meeting the rhythm of her fingers with every stroke. Her thighs tremble around him, her hips jerking as she cries out, her release crashing over her.

The way her body grips him, fluttering and pulsing around his cock, makes him lose control. He groans loudly, his hips slamming into hers as he chases his own release.

“Fuck,” he growls, his voice raw as he thrusts harder, faster, the sensation of her tight, wet heat pushing him over the edge.

He spills into her with a broken groan, his body trembling as his climax crashes through him. He thrusts once, twice more, riding out the waves of pleasure before collapsing onto her, his breath ragged and uneven.

Her arms wrap around him, her fingers stroking his back as she presses soft kisses to his temple. The room is quiet now, save for the sound of their breathing, heavy and slow, as they come down together. Her hands stroke his back, her touch gentle and grounding as she murmurs quiet praises into his ear, her voice full of warmth.

“You’re incredible,” she whispers, her lips pressing soft kisses to his temple.

He exhales shakily, his eyes fluttering closed as he lets her words sink in. Each kiss feels like a promise, soft and ticklish, and he can't believe he had any remnants of uncertainty when he woke up this morning. His hands slide beneath her, tightening his arms around her and grounding himself in the warmth of her beneath him.

“Daryl?” she says softly, a teasing edge creeping into her voice.

“Yeah?” he asks, tilting his head to meet her gaze, his brows furrowing slightly.

“I’m real hungry,” she says, her lips curving into a sheepish grin, her fingers toying lightly with the hair at the nape of his neck.

For a moment, he just stares at her, caught off guard by the sudden shift. But then, a low, rough chuckle escapes him, and the tension in his shoulders melts away.

“That so?” he mutters, his lips twitching into a small, lopsided grin. “Guess I worked ya up an appetite, huh?”

She laughs, the sound warm and carefree, and tugs him down for another quick kiss. “Guess you did,” she teases, her eyes glimmering with mischief.

Daryl huffs a laugh, shaking his head as he rolls off her and reaches for the sheet to wrap around them both. “Alright,” he says, his voice softer now, full of affection. “Let’s see what we can scrounge up.”

[zoieru]

Weirdly specific headcanons about the bluelock boys and your scrunchie ~

Bachira, Rin, Nagi, Isagi, and Kaiser (+ shidou cameo >:3) - aged up - a sprinkle of suggestive (rin + shidou), and a pinch of ouchie (kaiser) ♡ - you're at the pre-relationship, kinda crushy friendship stage.

Bachira - he gets super excited, what doesn't get this lil goobie hyped? He gets his hands on it probably when you did skin care or face masks together and left it in his stuff or something, and just he decides to put it on his wrist himself.

He totally wants matching ones, patterned ones, get him or you a dolphin one and he will cling to you for approximately 5hours and 43minutes (he told me). Actually uses it to put his hair bangs up for when he washes his face til you get him a headband like your one.

When you ask for it to use, he won't let you take it but just naturally go behind you and tie your hair himself. He's good at it ♡ I love him

Rin - he'll blink and subtly cock an eyebrow at you when you ask him and hold it out. He won't say much, but in his head a part of him did go... 'but I'm a boy o.O'.

He will take it and wear it, though, you probably having to put it on his wrist, fidgeting with it because he's not used to feeling of it there at first. If you catch him fidgeting with it, and you ask him if it's bothering him or he wants you to have it back, he refuses to give it back. (Lil shit ♡)

He starts to like it, running his fingers over the fabric a little absentmindedly sometimes. If one of the boys asks about it he goes a bit pink and grumpy, probably bluntly and briefly describing their violent downfall by his hand !! Puts it safely in bag when playing so he doesn't lose or sweat on it, and it's the first thing he picks up and puts back on after his water bottle (stay hydrated Rin cutie ♡)

It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy when you take it off him to use, and his cheeks did noT GO PINK HE'LL KILL Y-

He also keeps it around the wide portion of his hand when he jerks off thinking about you 😌 nodders, yes yes ( I read his diary )

Nagi - does not register. This boy is the 404 not found page in real life ♡ I aspire to be this nonchalant. Only once it's on he's like... Oh, Okay. Sure. And be only registers potential meanings and 'claiming' sort of implications of it when someone points it out to tease him, hopefully for your sake not in front of Reo or he'll kick your ass.

Then he's a bit blushy and awkward, but mostly a touch confused. He keeps trying to work out whether that is what you meant by it, or whether it was just the boys being stupid. So he's a bit quiet when around you later, like he has something on his mind, which is unusual, to which he's then like:

... Why you give me this?

And when you apologise or go to take it back he's like -_- no. It's mine now and if anything happens to it I will kill everyone in this room and then lie down on my bed on my phone :) (nagoat, am I right)

Isagi - goes red. Instantly. Turns around, hand to neck, laughing breathlessly.

'oh ha, yeah of course! it's heh... it's just...yknow, I'm a boy~'

That's not the reason. It's because holy shit that's so cute you're so cute it's so... Hopefully he didn't pass out.

Later he smiles at it when he sees it, fiddles with it a lot. Its so hot he has something of yours and you wanted to give it to him :3 Bachira takes it and he goes to argue but Bachira just puts it in Isagi's hair like a floof unicorn horn -_- he just loves you hah.

Is super sad when you take it to use, although simultaneously super happy and pleased to have been helpful, but will not admit it. 'yeah, ha, it's okay! If...you need me to take it again just, let me know!' let him know. LET HIM KNO- You get extra so he can always have one.

Kaiser - is like o.0, says he's 'pretty enough as is~'. You say it brings out his eyes, it's blue, coincidentally. He falters and is like... Ha, tch, whatever sweet-cheeks.

Totally fiddles with it in his fingers a lot while thinking, or reading. I feel like he's a stimmer? Anyone? Yes that's right the crowd cheered I heard it. He also finds himself zoning out a bit while looking at it and fiddling, a distant kinda look passing over his eyes before someone snaps him out of it.

The whole thing makes him jolt a bit like... why am I being passively helpful? What even is this anyway. Am bad guy, remember? But, at the same time, he doesn't want to take it off and give it back either. Having it makes him feel a bit funny inside, it's like...an easy way to feel nice, exchanging a positive interaction, without direct contact, or pleasantries.

Finds himself washing his face and then pausing...eyes flicking to it, and then uses it to tie his hair from his face. Smirks when you come to him and ask him for it, his lil heart swelling a bit behind the snark 'mmh, at your service, anything else?~'. Though he does notice it's absence when he goes to fiddle and there's nothing on his wrist.

(the court mandates that you get him one to always wear now :) if I see so much of a frown on this man's face I will-)

Shidou - puts it on his dick :)

[sugawhaaa]

CLOUD ONE-SHOT

[Exchange]

Warnings/genre:: SMUT, what are we ahh prompt, masturbation, vibrator, reader mentions having a male ex

Pairing:: cloud x fem!bodied!reader

A/N:: I intentionally made this very unexplained so that you can place your own story into this. Are you and Cloud exes? Fwb? Friends? Maybe you both have feelings for each other but won't admit it? I dunnooooo

You moan softly as you feel the vibrations running up your folds and circling around your clit. You toss your head back as your legs begin to twitch toward your body, the pleasure taking control of your body. Just as you felt the layers of pleasure begin to stack up you hear a rather loud knock on your door before it opened to cloud. He had that same blank expression before realizing your situation. He blushes slightly but his expression doesn't change a whole lot...surprisingly.

"Sorry," he quickly turns to leave but you quickly stop him.

"Wait!" You lean forward and he turns to look at you. He could hear the desperation in your voice and he sighs softly. "Could you..." You look up at him but he doesn't look very convinced at all. "Help me?"

"Why?" He responds fast, his eyes avoiding your nude body with ease, he'd rather look at your face when you talk to him.

"Because it..." you huff in frustration. "Just please. You don't even have to touch me directly if that's too gross for you, use a toy on me or something," you explain and you can see the conflict in his eyes. He definitely has an argument going on in his head. He pauses for a long moment in the doorway. "You don't have to but...I'd really like it if you'd do this for me, just once," you plead softly. "Lately I haven't been able to...get the same amount of pleasure. Ever since I broke up with, you know, him, I can't feel the same. I feel...lonely?" You try to sort through your feelings. "It's like I need someone there to help me emotionally and physically," you explain as you sway your feet slightly.

"Fine," Cloud huffs and closes the door over. "What do you need me to do?" He puts his hands on his hips after taking off his sword.

"First take off your boots and then sit beside me," you pat the empty spot beside you. Cloud takes another deep breath before kicking off his worn boots and gently sitting next to you. "You should take the gloves off too, they may be dirty," you point to his hands and he sighs again before taking them off and setting them aside.

"I guess you're right," he neatly puts his gloves on your nightstand before turning back to you. "And now?" He tilts his head at you, almost looking like a lost puppy. You grab your vibrator and set it in his bare hand.

"I'm sure you know what that is," you smile and he blushes slightly.

"Yes," he looks at it carefully, reading the controls and buttons on it. "You just want me to use it on you?" He shrugs and you nod. Cloud nods his head before gently parting your legs. His forceful motion caught you by surprise; you expected him to be a little more confused and need a step-by-step guide on how to even start.

He then turns the vibrator on to level two before bringing it down to your exposed core. You bite your lip in anticipation as he brings the tip of the vibrator to your clit. You hold back a moan but quickly release it. You toss your head back against one of the propped-up pillows and Cloud watches intently, your mouth hung open in a perfect 0 shape.

Cloud tilts his head as he watches your expressions, it was a little hard to tell if you were in pleasure or pain, your brows furrowing before curling up and your eyes flutter closed and occasionally squint. "Is that good?" He asks to be sure, though he didn't sound very convincing. You knew Cloud well after all these years and you could tell he really did care if he was doing good.

"Yeah," you breathe out with a little smirk. "You can press a little harder," you look over at him, your face flushed.

"Kay," he presses the vibrator harder against your clit. Your legs jerk up as you gasp from the drastic change in intensity. His eyes follow quickly at your reactions; he then turns the vibrator up a notch and watches as your back arches.

"Oh fuck," you groan and Clouds eyes follow your body's motions. You squirm slightly and you feel Clouds cold hand against your back. He gently lifts you up to sit up against the bed again.

"You were sliding down the bed," he explains, clearly shy but trying to hide it. "Is it good if I move it like this?" He rubs the vibrator back and forth on your clit and you let out a high-pitched whine that catches his attention.

"Yeah," you smile softly before feeling the vibrations increase again.

"Okay enough questions, just...sit still," that was clouds way of saying he wants to make you cum now. He gently turns the vibrator up all the way and watches the way you contort in pleasure. He uses a little circular motion with the wand against your clit, a hint of a smirk playing across his lips. You abruptly grab onto his muscular bicep, your nails digging in.

"C-Cloud," you moan as you toss your head back, your lips parted beautifully once again. He soaks up the view as you reach your peak, the way your body acts on its own, the way your chest heaves with each stuttering breath, the way your legs shake softly. He wanted to watch you like this for hours...however the orgasm was short lived and you soon returned to your regular self, only out of breath now.

Cloud gently turns off the vibrator and sets it aside, but as he pulls it from your folds he noticed the strings of arousal that stick to it. He feels his face heat up but he tries to focus on you. "Can you hand me that glass of water," you point to the nightstand and he reaches out passed his gloves to grab the glass. He hands it to you and watches as you chug it.

"So...you satisfied?" He clears his throat slightly and you nod.

"Yup, unless...?" You tilt your head and he looks away quickly.

"I-I don't know...I'm fine," he goes to get up but something holds him back, not you, but something inside him. Maybe that image of you replaying in his head.

"Are you sure? You seem a little..." you glance down at the bulge in his pants and he groans. He felt torn. Indulge or walk away? "You don't have to but I'm offering to help you. Think of it as an...exchange~"

[vulpixisananimal]

[A:0 C:0.2]

(Siffrin)

“-Frin!”

(. . . Mirabelles voice. She’d be here to wake you up soon. You lay on the floor for just a little bit more. You’re tired, she can wait in town like she has every time. You don’t want to, face. . .)

“. . . Sif?”

(. . . . Wait-)

(Your eye flies open and you bolt up. No, not looping. You’re not looping you’re not looping you’re not looping, you’re fine you’re okay you’re okay. Calm down, calm down, calm down. . . You felt exhausted. Mirabelle knelt down next to you, and, you’re in the room with the orrery, laying on the floor.)

(. . . When did you get here?)

"Hey Mira!” (You say, and automatically follow up with,) “have you thought about doing a sleepover tonight?"

“. . .” (She opens her mouth to reply, o-oh, stars- you slap a hand over your mouth.)

(Smooth, idiot.)

“S-sorry. . .” (You mumble, looking away.)

“H-hey! There’s no need to be sorry, Siffrin.” (She smiles at you and offers you a hand.) “It’s, i-it’s just, habit, right?”

(You look back up at her, then away, then take her hand, stumbling to your feet.) “. . . Y-yeah. . .”

“And that’s!! Okay!!!” (She opens her arms.) “Hug?”

(You nod. She hugs you. After a second, you hug her back.)

(. . . You’re, really out?)

(Of course you’re out! What, you woke up halfway through a loop in a room that no-one else knows about? Stars you’re an idiot.)

(Yeah, yeah that was a pretty stupid thought. . . Wait.) “. . . Mira? W-why am I, here?”

(Mirabelle pulls away from the hug, worry clear on her face.) “I-I was going to ask you!! We’ve all been looking for you all morning!!”

“HUH?!?!?” (You jump up. They, what?!?!) 

“YOU SCARED US HALF!! TO!!! DEATH!!!!” (She pouted.) “And you don’t know why you’re here either?!?!”

(You shake your head.)

(Weird.)

>>>

(You’re sitting down in front of the frozen statue of the King, with Mirabelle and the Head Housemaiden talking a few feet behind you. You couldn’t see his face through his hair, or his hands. But you knew deep down he was smiling for maybe the first time in a very, very long time.)

(You don’t know why, but you wanted to look at him one last time before you leave.)

(Why did he get a chance to see it? Why didn’t you?)

(Because the Universe isn’t fair, that’s why.)

(No, the Universe has a reason. If the King wanted to see the Island, then, maybe this was the only way?)

(The two behind you are still talking, you don’t pay much attention. You were too busy looking at the flowers some people had left in front of him. Why? Why would people do that? Are the people of Vaugarde really that forgiving?)

(No, look at that one. It’s, you know, that one. That flower. It’s, it’s. . .)

(Just a flower.)

“Siffrin?”

(You jolt to attention when Mirabelle touches your back. You look at her, putting on your smile for a moment before a look from her wipes it off of you.) “. . . Y-yeah?”

“Are you alright?” (You nod.) “A-are you sure? You seemed really out of it.”

“Y-yeah, sorry, I’m. . . I-I’m okay now. Thank you.” (Your face twitches into an awkward, yet genuine, smile.)

(She smiles back and giggles. Standing up to turn back to the Head Housemaiden.) "A-as you were saying, Crafted Sadness?"

"Yes, Mirabelle, you could also call them Fused Sadness."

(Crafted Sadness? Fused sadness? Oh, you missed a lot more of the conversation than you thought.)

"That's my little theory, anyways!" (The head housemaiden says cheerily.) "So overcome with his own emotions in this house frozen in time, he spawned his own bonded sadness, and fused with it."

". . . . Is. . ." (You thought about your interactions with him, how he talked, how he, killed.) "He. . . He didn't, always, act normal. . . . Tears. . ."

(You shook your head, and looked down. You feel dizzy, so, so dizzy. Oh. . Why, why did he get, to. . .)

"A-are you sure, Head Housemaiden?" (Mirabelle asks.)

"It's just a guess, but, it's what I think." (The Head Housemaiden replies.)

(Why. . ?)

>>>

(You kept your head down as you walked away from the House of Change, as you walked through Dormont, and as you waited for the others to finish up anything they needed to do. You hold Isabeaus hand tighter, the two of you're sitting on the bench outside the library. You shuffle a bit closer.)

(It’s, over.)

(You felt it in your bones, it’s over. The birdsongs were different. The wind was different. The weather was different. It was all different. You were free, it’s over. It’s done. It’s done it’s done it’s done.)

(Isabeau puts an arm around you and pulls you a bit closer.)

(Neither of you said a word, you didn’t want to talk. You probably couldn’t talk even if you wanted to. All you needed, wanted, right now, was to breathe, and to be close. In, and out. You close your eye.)

(Odile was returning the familytale, having read it twice over. Bonnie was thanking that nice blind man for all the veggies, and Mirabelle was saying hi to her fan. Isabeau didn’t have anything to do, and you didn’t have anything you wanted to do. Before, you thought that maybe you could give everyone that perfect day. Help pick the right earrings, do the frog spell thing, go fishing. . .)

(Stupid.)

(. . . You turn and hide your face in Isabeaus' shirt.)

“Gwuh-” (he replied, despite “gwuh” not being a word. He rested a hand on your back, a hand in your hair. You wrapped your arms around him.) “. . . You'll be alright, Sif, okay?”

(You nod, and close your eye. You'll be alright. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. You'll be okay. . .)

(You're going to Bambouche next. There, you'll finally meet Pétronille, and hope that she'd be okay with joining you all. It was a couple weeks journey, which would be fine for you all. But. . .)

(You could only imagine what she must be thinking. She told Bonbon to run, got frozen, and in a blink, she's back. It's almost half a year later, and Bonnie's disappeared. Stars, and the first thing she'd probably learn about Bonnie is that they're one of the Saviors of Vaugarde!)

(You’re starting to feel dizzy.)

(Oh relax, the hard part’s over now. You can relax, alright?)

(Right. . .)

(. . . You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting here, or how long you were hiding in Isabeaus' shirt. But you hear the voices of the rest of your family nearby. You breathe in, and out, then sit up to look.)

(Odile was waiting just a step away with her nose in a book, and Mirabelle was coming back from east Dormont, Bonnie in tow. Bonbon had a big, juicy carrot in their mouth. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. You’re all here, happy.)

“Everyone ready to go?” (Odile snaps the book shut.) 

“SUPER READY!!”

“Y-yes!! All ready!”

“Ready as ever!”

(You open your mouth to reply, but no sound comes out. So you just nod your head.)

(Look at that now the researcher is giving you a look. Well done! Very natural!)

(It’s not one of suspicion, it’s one of understanding.)

“I’ll lead the way this time!” (Mirabelle says excitedly.) “T-there’s no rush now, so Siffrin can have a break from leading the charge!”

(You smile at her, a silent “thank you.”)

(And your party’s underway. Bags; packed, legs; ready, excitement; peaked. You walked to the road that led north by northwest. For the others, they were re-treading a route they had just taken to get here not a week ago. But for you? It was almost a year ago.)

(176. One hundred and seventy six loops. Odile’s low estimate for your days trapped in Dormont, it was 225. For the average it was around 280, and the worst case scenario? A full 350 days. You didn’t want to think about how many pastries you ate, how many banana peels you slipped on, how many stab wounds you suffered, how many. . .)

(You’re at the edge of the town.)

(You shuffle to a stop and glance back. The others stopped too, waiting for you. They understood.)

(You looked back, the town felt a lot smaller from here. Most of it was blocked by the surrounding trees. In the distance, poking above the canopy, you could see the favor tree. Somewhere, a child was running in circles, flowers were being tended to, and daydreams were being daydreamed.)

(You take out the coins. Two coins, two identical coins. You thought you gave yours to Loop, you saw them take it, after all. The question of why you had it had been eating at you all week, but you just took it as a sign from the Universe.)

(You take one coin, and flip it, once, twice, three times! Because you know, you just know.)

(You take the other coin and flip it a fourth, fifth, sixth time. You know you’ll see them again.)

(Looking at them again, you couldn’t tell Loops from yours anymore. You think you’re alright with that.)

(You turn, and join the rest of your party- your family. As you lock your fingers around Isabeaus' hand, you’re smiling.) “Let’s get going!” (And it wasn’t even a forced smile.)

[anonmousegosqueak]

I've been having shitty sickness and period time (god I want a dick) so pls have my unedited thoughts.

Johnny and Simon in almost any AU give me "Fair" by The Amazing Devils that it's not even funny anymore. I just cry whenever I hear that song because I've got so many ghoap scenes in my head.

Transmasc Gaz who has like, no period cramps at all, even though his t-shots are a little all over the place cause of missions. Johnny on the other hand, dies. Every time he gets a period, cause he's even worse about his shots, he's reduced to a victorian child in Roach's bed (the most blankets) cursing out Gaz and trying to telepathically transfer his cramps.

Price had a fat crush on Nik, and the boys teased him about it for literal months, were open to bringing the pilot into the fold. "More the merrier" as Johnny said. Nik declined a relationship (aromantic hc) but is always up for some good sex when he's on base.

To me, Simon looks similar to Jeremy Allen White. It's mainly the nose, the hair, and the dimples. Like, I love 'pretty boy' Simon, but unconventionally attractive Simon is my favourite.

Roach loves Star Trek for the same reasons I do. Loves that disabilities aren't 'cured' but have accommodations, that people are so openly themselves and it's just accepted. His favourite characters are Tuvok (ST: Voyager), Geordi (ST: Next Generation), and Jim Kirk (ST: Original Series). His favourite installment of the franchise is Deep Space 9, and he makes everyone watch at least three episodes before they can decide if they like it or not.

-🦴

Boner, you literally bullied me into answering this (/j, dw I'm being dramatic) by asking if you asked this. Ask-ask? Whatever, if I write this then I might write more today.

Honestly, I think all of these are like- really good? And really fleshed out? I dunno what to say so I've decided to take my favorite one and make a little minific/story/idk-just-talking-about-a-time-it-happened about it.

Under the cut because 1) I might use a curse words :0 and 2) I'm sick of trying to find a post and scrolling through miles long text because it doesn't automatically cut it on my own page.

Real cw(with less jokes)- trans men getting periods, cursing, pain from said period, I think there's a sex joke or two?

Cw- talks of men getting periods, they all be smoochin, that's right I made it undefined poly141, I myself get the most irregular periods and don't actually know what it's like to be normal (aka period inaccuracies?), occasional Scottish accent but not fully written out so like cringe ig?

Poor Johnny.

Basically everyone knew when that time of the month (he's lucky if it has a schedule) came around. Everything gets noticeably quieter, less explosions, and at least one other member disappeared alongside Soap.

He didn't think much about it on the ride back. Yeah his stomach hurt a bit, but that was probably just the rations. He was covered in sweat and probably some enemy blood, that's probably the reason his legs feel sticky. That's it... Right?

That is, until Ghost is silently nudging him to shut his legs. He of course is about to argue, only getting cut off when Ghost leans down and whispers.

"you're bleeding through your pants, MacTavish."

Oh. That gets him about as red as the blood he's now acutely aware of, embarrassed he didn't notice. *Goddamnit.*

As soon as they touch down, he's grabbing hightailing it to the showers. Makes a quick stop to grab his toiletry bag, a change of clothes, and an old towel that he doesn't care about getting some blood on. Then, he's stripping down (praying he can save this pair of pants, he really likes 'em and doesn't want them to be stained forever) and scrubbing every inch of his body. Sure enough, it looks like that one scene from the shining down there.

He'd never been blessed with light flow.

As if being summoned by his panic, the cramps double. The adrenaline of the battlefield was able to distract him for a while, but it's worn off by now. He's already gritting his teeth and cussing out whatever God made his dumbass uterus (that he didn't even want!) so fucking painful. Do his thoughts make full sense? Na. Is the message clear? Yup. Besides, the quiet rambling helps keep him distracted.

He literally screams when a pair of arms wrap around his torso.

"Woah- Tav! Relax, just me."

Sure enough, behind him stands a very wet Gaz. How long had he been there?

"You alright, mate?"

"Aye, never better."

God- the sarcasm is practically dripping from every word. Soap tends to get a bit salty at Gaz around this time. Chalk it up to jealousy.

"Oi- none of that. Just relax, alright? I'll wash your hair, 's long as you don't scream again."

Soap doesn't say much, he simply grumbles and slouches down, melting slightly as slim fingers run through his hair.

He doesn't say anything as the water shuts off, as he gets scooped up, as he gets worked into a pair of boxers (the ones with the sewn in pad, Soap realizes) and carried out of the shower room. He doesn't say anything as he gets laid down on a comfy bed and covered in blankets. The most sounds he makes are moans from pain and a little happy sound as Roach curls up around him.

The last thing he remembers before passing out is Roach looking up at him, eyes sparkling.

'they say sex helps cramps?'

"Shut up- hot water bottles don't speak."

That little squeaky giggle lulls him to sleep, pain subsiding just a bit. Maybe in the morning he'll take Roach up on that offer, for now though, it's sleepy time.

Idk, just short and sweet. I feel like Boner explained the whole thing very well, I just wanted to make a story where Soap gets cuddles and Roach is horny. The end ig?

[mags6422]

It Happened One November - Part 21

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Max was practically skipping when she got in the car that night, her grin so big it honestly looked like it hurt. 

“Good night?” He asked, just to see her blush. “I'm guessing Sinclair finally got his shit together?” 

Max scoffed. “Please, I got tired of waiting. I kissed him!” She was playing it off like no big deal but her face was matching her hair right now so he figured he'd see how much redder he could make it.

“Nice, with tongue?” 

“EW! BILLY! YOU'RE SO GROSS!” She leaned over the console so she could really pummel him as he cackled. “Ug, you're the absolute worst!” 

“So do you like like him then? Wanna make him your boyfriend ?” He even threw in a few kissy sounds for good measure as they turned down Main Street toward home.

“Maybe… what about you? Did Steve like your present? Did you get a kiss?”

“Yeah, he liked it, and I got a whole lot more than a kiss. Steve put his mouth -” 

“NOOOOO!” Max covered her ears  and turned up the radio to maximum volume, blaring Van Halen as she screamed over the whole thing, “THAT'S MY BABYSITTER YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!”

Billy just laughed and didn't try to talk to her again for the rest of the drive until he had to turn down the music when they pulled into their street. 

“What did he give you, anyway?” Max asked as they pulled into the driveway and Billy just waggled his eyebrows at her to make her fake gag and roll her eyes. 

“He gave me this,” he said and tossed the box with the earring into her lap. 

“Damn, this is so nice! Is this a surfboard?” She asked, turning it over in her hands. 

“Sure is,” he said, trying not to let on how touched he was by the whole thing. Max didn't need to know about the card and photos. He stopped her when she tried to give the box back. “Could you uh… pretend to give it to me at Christmas? So I can wear it, like, around the house?” 

Neil would clock something like that at a hundred paces and rip it out of his goddamn ear if he so much as suspected he had received it from a boy. 

The joy in Max’s eyes dimmed but she nodded, slipping the box into her pocket for safe keeping. 

……….

Billy knew as soon as he stepped foot in the house that something was wrong. Neil was watching TV like always but told them Susan had already gone to bed. Max, the oblivious idiot, just chirped out a good night before disappearing into her room. 

Billy knew better. He didn't know what had happened, what Neil had seen or heard, but something was coming, he could feel it in the air. It was better to face it head on than try to hide from it in his room. His room has never been a sanctuary for him. 

So he took a seat on the opposite couch and stared at the TV as they listened to Max get ready for bed. They got through most of some movie Billy wouldn't be able to name if his life depended on it before it had been quiet for long enough that Neil assumed Max was asleep. 

“I found your math test in your bedroom, William.” Neil started, cool as a cucumber. 

Thank fucking god . Was all he could think for the rest of the night. Thank god he didn't know about Steve. No one had mentioned seeing them around town. Talking too often. Sitting too close. 

As he curled up as small as he could manage with his bruised ribs in his bed that night, all he could think was how fucking lucky he was. 

……….

Saturday morning dawned bright and early and he slipped out of the house before Neil got out of bed, the old man sleeping off his hangover. 

He didn't really have a destination in mind when he got in the car, just anywhere Not Here. 

Every breath was sending spikes of pain through his ribs and he could barely see out of his left eye and he was embarrassed at how slowly he was taking turns. People were going to think he was a responsible citizen or something at this rate but he couldn't go any faster. 

After about 20 minutes of aimless driving, he found himself pulling onto Harrington’s street in Loch Nora.

Shit, it's hours before they are supposed to meet up. Not like he's in any shape for a workout today anyway. 

And fuck, it would be so good to see him. To be touched with kindness right now. To talk to someone without them yelling at him. 

Fuck it. Billy wants a goddamn hug. 

He kicks his way out of the car, stomps up the driveway and rings the bell. It takes a couple rings before he hears movement. Fair enough, it's 8am on the first Saturday of Christmas break, he's probably asleep. If Billy was less of an asshole, he might come back later and let his boyfriend get his beauty rest but he 100% is that asshole so he just lays on the doorbell. 

Finally, he hears the sounds of someone coming down the stairs and the door is thrown open to show his adorable boyfriend, all rumpled and grumpy, his hair plastered to one side of his face and completely wild on the other side. He's got the most handsome scowl on his face as he yells “What?!” 

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he simpers, doing his best to give some bedroom eyes. The shiner makes it difficult but Steve is worth the effort. 

“Billy? What the hell happened?” And he's being ushered into the house, through the entryway and gently coaxed onto the couch in the living room. He's careful sitting down but can't quite stop the hiss of pain as he sinks into the cushions.

“Got in a fight, you should see the other guy.” He gives one of his best devil may care smiles, the kind that was a little feral, that made everyone believe that he was just crazy enough to go picking fights at dive bars at 16 years old. 

“Ha ha, very funny Billy,” his fingers are so soft on his face, angling his head toward the light so he can see the injury better. “Show me your ribs,” 

“If you wanted to get me naked, you could have just asked,” he leered, impressed and annoyed that Steve had picked up on the other injuries hidden beneath his clothes. 

“Oh baby, please, I am overcome with lust and need to see those beautiful titties.” He deadpans with his best bitchface. Billy can't help it, he bursts out laughing and instantly regrets it when his ribs start protesting. 

“Ow, dude, don't make me laugh.” He wheezes and doesn't try to stop him when Steve eases his band t up over his stomach and hisses at the mottled black and blue of his torso. 

“Shit, Billy, you need to go to the hospital. A couple of these look like they could be broken.” 

“They're not, don't worry.” He assured, taking his hands in his and giving them a squeeze. 

“Well how do you know that if you haven't been to the hospital?” He bitches back, running free hand through his hair. 

“Not my first rodeo, dude.” And that's as close as Billy has ever come to admitting what happens behind closed doors in the Hargrove household. 

“Billy,” Steve whispers, cradling his face so softly, like Billy is something precious, god he knows he came here for this but now it's happening it's a little overwhelming. “You get that's worse, right?” 

“I know, dude, just… Do you have any ice packs?” 

He doesn't, but he has a good collection of bagged frozen vegetables that he buries Billy's face and ribs under before tucking a blanket around him and handing him a coffee. He raises his eyebrow when he takes his first sip and tastes the liberal amount of whiskey in it. “Didn't know you were Irish?” 

“Scottish and Italian mostly.” 

Billy hums and they drink their spiked coffee in silence for a while before Steve loses his internal battle and asks “What really happened?”

“I don't wanna talk about it.” Fuck, did he not want to talk about it. Talking about it never helped. Fuck what if this is what finally makes Steve realize that he can do better? That Billy really is just some white trash faggot who's father smacks him around. What if Neil is right and he is a worthless sack of fairy shit? 

“Please, Billy?” Steve sets his coffee on the table and turns to face him fully. “I just - you were totally fine last night! And I know your dad doesn't let you out past midnight and it must have been like 11 by the time you and Max got home last night. So there's really only one place this could have happened… You can tell me, Billy. I could help you?” 

“Fucking…” Fuck. Billy surges to his feet. Can't sit still for this. Needs to be up, to be moving, to see an unblocked path to the door. Not that that's ever helped him before. Escape is only ever temporary. “What do you want me to say? We both know what's happening here, talking about it won't change shit!” 

“Your dad did this to you, right?” And Steve is standing now too but at least he's not trying to get his hands on him. 

“Maybe he did? The fuck are you gunna do about it?” He yelled, continuing his pacing. 

“We tell Hopper! And he gets arrested!” Steve yells back. 

“Yeah? And then what? Best case scenario, Neil goes to jail for a couple months, maybe a couple years. And you know what happened to me? I go into the system! And no one wants a teenager, Steve! Especially not a gay one! And the ones who would want me, trust me, no one wants them! So no, I become a ward of the state and end up in a fucking group home!” Yeah, Neil had painted a pretty clear picture of exactly how trapped Billy really was. 

“But, no one would know you're gay!” Exclaimed Steve, like that was even the biggest part of that equation. “No one but us and Max knows, right? Shit! Does he do this to Max too?” 

And suddenly, the wind was blown out of his sails and Billy flopped back down on the couch. “No, never, Neil doesn't believe in hitting women. And… Neil knows… about me. It's why we had to leave California. And he said… he said he would make sure it came out in any trial I brought him to.” 

Steve waffled a bit, like he wasn't sure he was allowed before he sat back done on the far end of the couch and offered his hand to hold. Smart guy, Billy probably would have punched him if he had gone in for a hug right now. 

“... What do you mean you had to leave California?” Steve whispered, still offering his hand. 

Shit. Shit shit shit. Images of that night flashed before his eyes in beautiful, bloody snapshots. Does he tell him? Will that make him finally understand why they have to be so secretive? Why their code is so important? Why he can never show up unannounced at his house?

“Fuck it. I'm going to tell you and then we are never going to mention it again, got it?” Steve nodded and Billy finally reached out and took the offered hand. He was going to need it. 

“Last summer… Neil caught me and Alex the night we took each other's virginity.” his voice is barely a whisper and Steve has to shuffle closer to hear.

“I'm guessing that's not Alexandra?” 

“Alejandro, Alejandro Ramirez.” And despite everything that had happened, he still smiled a little when he thought of him. He had been the first boy he had been brave enough to kiss. He remembered long days on the beach, surfing and then long nights as well, around a bonfire with their friends, laughing and drinking. It had been the best summer of his life… until it wasn't.

“We had been hooking up for a few months. Santa Monica isn't like here, there were a few other gay couples who were out and we could be a bit more public about things. And it was a bigger town, not like here where everyone knows everything about everybody. Anyway, we were shacked up in the lifeguard hut and Alex was balls deep when Neil tracked me down. 

“Max had let it slip where I was, she was joking about it being where all the kids go to hook up. She just didn't realize that Alex was a boy.

“Anyway, Neil found us and ended up putting me in the hospital for three days. Broke my face, my ribs, a few fingers. Doctors said I had a wicked concussion and some internal bleeding too, but I don't remember that.” Billy didn't even notice he was crying again until Steve reached out to wipe a few tears away.

“Holy shit… what about Alex?” whispers Steve

“Fucker ran as soon as Neil threw the first punch. Haven't seen him since. He didn't call or try to visit me in the hospital.” And Billy is full on sobbing now as Steve pulls him into his chest, still being so careful of his bruises. 

“What happened next?” He hushes, softly petting his hair and fuck it feels so fucking good .

“Neil told the doctors that I got mugged. But they're not stupid and it wasn't the first time I'd been in there. Wasn't the first time Neil tried to - to teach me a lesson . The cops and CPS were sniffing around so Neil checked me out early and we basically packed up in the middle of the night and left.  He figured, small town like this, bunch of bible thumping, god fearing folk would steer me straight.

“Jokes on you dad!” He screamed to the ceiling, “I turned the fucking Hicksville Golden Boy into a fucking queer, just like me! Now we're all going to hell!” 

Steve chuckles before reeling him back in, tucking Billy's tear stained face into his neck and rubbing his back. “Please, you didn't turn me anything, that's not how that works.”

“You sure? Before I came along you were King Steve, star basketball player, and devoted boyfriend of one Priss Pants Nancy Wheeler.” He's joking, but a small part of him worries that by being with him, he's ruining Steve's life.

“Yeah, who daydreamed about kissing Jonathan Byers. You're not my first gay crush, you're just the first one who took me up on it.” Steve teased back and oh yeah, Billy had forgotten about that. “And don't call her that! You've seen her with a rifle, she's a badass, not a priss.” 

“Yeah, not gonna lie, that was hot as hell.” Billy snickered through his tears, burying himself deeper into his boyfriends embrace. 

“You don't even like girls,” he teased back.

“I'd be willing to make an exception. But only if she brought the gun.” Steve threw back his head and laughed, so Billy continued. “You're invited too pretty boy, I know she's exactly your type. Any girl and people you've had life threatening experiences with, right?” 

They giggle and cry and hold each other for a little longer before Steve guides him into a soft kiss and rests their foreheads together. 

“Thank you for telling me.” He murmurs, trapping Billy with his stupid puppy dog eyes. “I know I can't always protect you the way I want to, that trying would put you in more danger. But… come to me after? Let me take care of you in that way? Please? I just… want to make sure that you're…” And he's begging him, begging to help, to comfort Billy, to be there for him when no one else ever is, not even Max. 

“Yeah, I can do that.” he whispers.

“Thank you,” and Billy can taste his relief when he pulls him into another kiss. “And I'm going to keep trying, just so you know. To think of a way to get you out of there. Without any murder, or kidnapping, or group homes.” 

This fucking guy. Billy has known that he was trapped since the first time CPS had visited him in his hospital room when he was 11. Since Neil had explained exactly what happens to little boys in foster care. But fuck, a part of him wanted Steve to be right.

“Okay.” He whispers and presses forward for another kiss. 

………

They veg out on the couch for the rest of the morning until the kids come by after lunch. 

They proudly present Steve with both shirts and he of course immediately puts on the World's Best Mom one. They've all signed it and there are little drawings of basketballs and baseball bats across the back. And glitter… so much glitter that he's shedding all over everything. 

Turns out the kids had also got Billy the new Motley Crue cassette so he gets their stuff from the car. Little toys that they immediately start playing with, running around the house and generally causing a mess. 

At one point as he's helping Steve prepare snacks for the kids (apple slices and peanut butter, the fucking mom) Steve asks why he's not wearing his new earring and he has to tell him about his plan to pretend it was from Max. That has him making sad eyes at him so he yells “what do you mean you think Luke Skywalker would lose a fight with Spock” and watches as the nerds descend on him. 

It's as he's pulling on his hat, scarf and gloves (still the black ones that Steve gave him) and already dreading the cold while waiting for Max to say her goodbyes that Steve stops him.

“Here,” he roots around in the hall closet before producing a black ski jacket. “I appreciate the commitment, but it's too cold for you to be going around in just my letterman jacket.” 

“I'm not a fucking charity case, Harrington.” He scoffs, crossing his arms. 

“Obviously,” Steve rolls his eyes and pushes the coat into Billy's hands. “I just… it's a hug right? And I want it to be a warm one… plus it's really hot… seeing you in my stuff.” 

And shit, now they're both blushing, not that Billy can admit that though. So he sighs all put upon before slipping the black coat over the letterman jacket. And shit, it must be one of those high tech microfiber what the fuck ever ones because he's sweating pretty much as soon as he does it up. Fuck and it even smells like him. It's fucking perfect. 

“Thanks dude,” he murmurs, offering his fist up for Steve to bump. That's all the time they get before Max is bouncing around the corner in her new shades (Steve had given them to her, they were bright red and clashed with her hair and Max had called them lame but had also refused to take them off all day).

She takes one look at the two of them before shaking her head like they're the dumbest people on the planet. “Yeah, that's not going to work. Give me one too.” 

“What?” 

“The coat, mouth breathers, give me one too.” 

Damn, he knew there was a reason he liked her, the kid was smart. If they both come back sporting Harrington coats, they might get shit for making themselves look poor, but no one would question beyond that. 

Steve seemed to have figured that out too because he tells them to wait while he goes down into the basement and comes back up with one of those huge tubs that rich people store their ‘seasonal’ clothes in. 

“Alright, gremlins! I'm donating this stuff to the church over break, but I figure you guys can have first stab at it.” And he opens it to reveal a bunch of kids' winter gear. 

The kids descend on the tub like vultures, coats and hats and mittens flying everywhere. Max emerges a couple minutes later kitted out in a bright green ski jacket, blue hat with floppy ear things and a yellow scarf and mitts. With the red hair and shades she looks like a walking, snarking, rainbow. Jesus, how are they related? Oh right, they aren't. 

………

Christmas goes as well as it ever does at the Hargrove - Mayfield house. Billy's dad seemed to be filled with Christmas spirit or some shit and didn't even look at him funny. 

The coats go over fine when Max tells them her friend's older brother was getting rid of old stuff and she had kitted herself out and grabbed the black coat for Billy when she saw it in the bin.  And fuck is it a nice coat. Not only does it smell like Steve but it's warm . Even when he goes out for a smoke, Billy stays downright cosy, all wrapped up in the hat and scarf and coat and Steve . When he wears it, he feels himself unclench, like he finally stops shivering for the first time since they got here.

His new earring was a comforting weight as well, brushing the side of his jaw when he turned his head. He’s taken to running his hand down it when his dad went on his dinner time rants about… everything really. The weather, the government, the new age hippies, the ‘gay agenda’. 

On new years day, he and Max head over to Steve's place for a celebration. The gathering goes all day and in the afternoon, the kids convince him and Steve to make a character for their nerd game. Billy asks what the coolest ‘class’ is and that sparks a controversy but they eventually settle on a rogue for Billy and a cleric for Steve since that one has the most ‘mom vibes’. 

“So what are you going to call your character?” 

“Uh, Billy?” He says at the same time Steve says “Uh, Steve?” 

“You can't use your own name!” Grouses Mike.

“Fine, William then.” 

“Yeah, and I'll be Stephen, but with a ‘PH’” 

“No, we already have Will the Wise, we can't have a Will and a William!” Dustin is telling him, but he's using his condescending voice so he absolutely has to fuck with him.

“Alright then, you can call me Billiam! Billiam the Charmer! Handsome rogue and ladies man!” 

“Billiam?!” Screeches Mike and Dustin both of them looking mortally offended so obviously he doesn't budge on the Billiam choice, no matter how high pitched their complaining gets. 

While they had been arguing about that, Steve was being peer pressured by the girls into making his character also a girl. 

“Please, mom! We need a strong female role model in the game! There's never any badass women around for us to look up to.” 

“But… I'm not a badass woman… and what are you talking about? You have Nancy and Mrs. Byers!” 

“Neither of them are playing! We need more girls! Please!” 

“Please, Steve?” And El is breaking out the puppy dog eyes and Steve folds immediately. And thus, Vie the Protector was born.

Billy will absolutely never admit it to anyone even on his deathbed but the game is kind of fun. Billy seduces the bar wench (“Bar wench? Seriously? I see why you were worried about the lack of girls if that's the language they're using here.” “That's what I've been saying!”) who turns out to be a spy for the evil king or whatever but after making sweet, sweet, imaginary love to her, (“EW! BILLY! YOU'RE SO GROSS!”) she tells him about a secret entrance to the castle. 

They don't get much further than that by the time Nancy and Jonathan arrive and they pack it up and move on to the party part of the night. Billy tries not to let on how invested in the story he is. He's only so successful.

‘Party’ would be a generous description of what the rest of the night entails. Objectively, this is the lamest party he has been to since he discovered alcohol. There's no keg. The guests include a gaggle of literal children and their mother. Hell, the fucking Chief even shows up, not to bust them, but as a guest! 

He still has a blast. 

The teenagers all sneak vodka into their sodas and he, Jonathan and Steve sneak out to the woods to share a joint. They're not fooling anyone, Joyce and Hopper definitely know but don't say anything. Joyce even claims to have seen a skunk when Will asks what the smell is. 

Billy gives Dustin and Mike a half shot of vodka each when they beg hard enough for it and then laughs when they spit it out. Steve is not amused when he walks into the kitchen to see that the fuss is. That just makes Billy laugh harder.

They sing and dance with the kids who have set up karaoke in the living room. Steve has a surprisingly good voice and does a sexy as hell rendition of Don't You Want Me. 

The second best part is when Steve and Billy manage to conveniently be in the kitchen getting everyone drink refills when the final countdown happens. Steve pulls him into a passionate kiss that leaves him a little light headed as everyone cheers in the other room. 

The absolute best part comes later when all the kids are rolled up in sleeping bags in the living room. They don't have enough guest rooms for all the teenagers and adults so Billy gets to kick up a fuss about having to bunk down with Steve. 

“You better not snore, dude!” He complains as he follows Steve into the plaid monstrosity he calls a bedroom. 

As soon as he closes the door, he's being pushed up against it and kissed within an inch of his life. 

“No promises, dude.” He murmured before tugging on his hands to lead him to the bed. 

It's late, they're drunk and high, Hopper is in the next room, and they don't dare to trade more than lazy kisses as they fall asleep in each other's arms. 

Yup, this was definitely a lame party by high school standards. But as he snuggles closer into where Steve is a line of heat along his back, he knew there was no where he would rather be.

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[tyrantisterror]

At Sea Without a Map Pt. 7

The sea monster shoots you a skeptical glance, waiting for you to start the conversation. You know roughly the topics you want to broach, but not the specific questions you want to ask. As the awkward silence wears on and her skeptical glare gets more concerned, you decide to organize your thoughts in an unconventional way.

"Four questions about our fight... three about who and what she is... two about where we are... and one about other humans, I think," you mutter to yourself.

"What was that?" she asks.

"Nothing!" you say, too hastily for her to believe you. "So, um, I guess we should talk about our, um, fight last night?"

She frowns and nods her head. "Yeah, it got a little ugly, didn't it," she says as she leans back and shoots you a charming, sharp-toothed smile. "But don't worry, I forgive you."

"Fuh - forgi... You forgive me? You forgive me?" you splutter. "You tried to eat me!"

"Yeah, and you tossed a net on me and ran me over with your boat," she answers calmly. "Overall, I think you got the better of that situation."

"You tried to eat me!" you reiterate. "I only fought back in self defense!"

"And I only attacked in hunger," she says, tossing her long hair back. "We both did what we did to survive, and I don't see why we have to make a big deal about it."

"I can't believe this," you mutter is frustration. "Are you at least sorry?" you ask. (East Questions Left: 3 of 4)

She narrows her serpentine eyes as she looks at you. "No. I mean, I'm not happy about it, as you seem like a nice enough person, and I was touched by your concern for my well-being, but human sailors are a staple of my diet. I am built to hunt your kind. I'm not going to apologize for my biology."

It's a frustrating answer you want to argue against, but you don't see an angle at the moment to do so. "Well, can you promise not to try and eat me again?" you ask. (East Questions Left: 2 of 4)

Her eyes drift towards her tail, which has shrunk considerably in size since your confrontation the previous night. "I don't think I actually can," she says. "I hunt your kind by luring them close, sinking my hooked claws into them, and dragging them underwater to drown. The sheer muscle provided by my tail is what makes it such an effective strategy, and our tussle left me so beat up that I had to consume most of its mass to recover. Trying to drown you now would be a lot riskier, so no, I don't think I can eat you."

A look at your face makes her smile nervously and add, "But I can tell that's not the answer you were looking for, so, uh... I promise not to try to eat you, specifically, anymore?" She flashes another sharp-toothed grin at you. "Even when I grow the rest of my tail back. You can be my special exception!"

That wasn't the answer you wanted either, but it's probably the best you'll get. "Are humans even that nutritious, anyway? Surely there's better prey you can chase." (East Questions Left: 1 of 4)

"Humans are among the largest and most nutritious things I can catch at full strength," she answers. "There are plenty of larger sea creatures, but I'm not built to hunt them. I don't have huge jaws or big, meaty claws, you see. I eat what I can get, like anyone else."

None of these answers have been particularly comforting, so you decide to get the very heart of this matter. "Can I trust you not to hurt me?" (East Questions Left: 0 of 4)

She cocks her head to the side, the coils of her many locks of hair bouncing in the process. "You barely know me, and I barely know you. I don't think either of is at a place where 'trust' can come into play yet."

"Fair enough," you say. "Let's get to know each other, then. What's your name?" (West Questions Left: 2 of 3)

Her yellow eyes peer at you for a moment, studying you closely. "My name is Calibani," she says.

"Calibani? What, were your folks a fan of Shakespeare?" (West Questions Left: 1 of 3)

"Not to my knowledge," she says. "I never met my parents, much less saw them shake any spears. I was alone when I hatched. What about you? What's your name?"

There's no answer to that question, or at least none you can recall. You've been alone so long that there's been no need for it, and as you try to remember, you draw a blank. "Sailor," you say. "I'm a sailor."

"Kind of on the nose, isn't it?" she says with a small laugh, her nose scrunching a bit as she smirks. "Like calling a fish Swimmy or something."

A part of you wants to laugh too, but you decide to focus. "Are there others like you out there?" you ask. (West Questions Left: 0 of 3).

A soft plap fills the air as her finned tail idly strikes the floor. "Hmm... other sea monsters in general? Oh yes, lots. Others of my kind, specifically?" She thinks for a moment, her face tense with concentration. "I don't know. There might be? I'm the only one of my kind I've ever seen, but it's a big sea out there."

"That's a point," you say. "This is a big sea. Where exactly are we, right now? The Pacific? The Atlantic?" (North Questions Left: 1 of 2)

You feel a chill run down your spine as her big, yellow eyes stare at you with a mix of concern and disbelief. "We're in the Sea of Monsters, of course. So-named because it is a monstrously large sea, and because its denizens are all quite monstrous themselves." She leans in closer as she elaborates, "You know the dread you get when you see the ocean in its enormity, and all the strange horrors it might hold in its deepest depths? That's where we are, deep in that dread. Take every sea monster you've heard tales of, and imagine every variation of them you can, and you will not only have a good idea of what you can find here, but also only have a small fraction of what lives within these waters. Do you get the picture?"

With a lump of fear in your throat, you nod slowly. "Ok. Ok, ok, ok. So... um..." You scratch your head and try to figure out how to phrase your next question. "Why can't I remember anything from before I came here?" (North Questions Left: 0 of 2)

Calibani regards you with pity. "I have no idea, sweetness, but you have my sympathy."

"What about others of my kind?" you blurt out. "You say you prey on sailors, so you must have seen some. What do you know about other humans out here?" "South Questions Left: 0 of 1)

Her face scrunches up in an apologetic frown as she reluctantly answers, "Not much? Every now and then a boat comes into my hunting grounds. Usually there aren't many of your kind - a handful at most. I wait until one is alone, then approach and lure them into the water. I generally don't stop to make small talk, as I assume you don't make small talk with whatever it is you eat." She gives you another apologetic frown and shrugs her shoulders. "I wish I could be more help, but I don't actually know a lot about your species beyond ways to hunt them."

Despair overtakes you - not in a dramatic way, but in a slow, sinking feeling, like you're being dragged slowly into the water, air leaving your lungs in small bursts, darkness surrounding you as the light above grows more distant. This is the first person you've met and she's told you almost nothing useful. You sink down in your chair and hold your head in your hands.

Calibani notices your grief and, despite herself, catches some of it second hand. "Listen, I'm going to try and get some fish to eat," she says quietly. "Maybe we'll both feel better with some food." She casts a guilty look at you and adds, "Plus there's an island to explore, right? You humans love dry land, don't you? Maybe it'll be good to stretch your legs!"

She waits for a response, but you don't give her one, and so the sea monster quietly walks upstairs and leaves you alone in the cabin of your ship. A while after she leaves, you pull yourself out of your funk enough to take action.

You consult your compass:

[naughtynanzhu]

gonna write out the beef with my coworker under a read more so I only have to type it out once to send to the homies lmao

so one of the guys at work, Jim, and I have been working friends for like ? two years? and it was always easy and chill even when the rest of the shift spread rumors that we had something going on (disgusting. he was born the same year as my mom and has the same name as my dad lmao) (I never really hear the rumors bc I'm the supervisor and people don't wanna say it in front of me but I definitely know) (when it would come up, he'd always get worried that we weren't gonna be friends anymore and it was like bruh... chill. lmao)

anyways the last couple months I've been going through it, like I'm worried about my brother nonstop bc he's got cancer and going through chemo and lives states away, and my mom's got stuff going on too with her kidney stones, and you know ... the Facism. also I've been in a bad mental state bc of that and also other things and my doctor and I have been changing up prescriptions to find better combos and it's exhausting. and on top of supervising some of the dumbest fucking people ever...

and he knows this like I'm pretty open about stuff and told him and a couple other people that yeah I'm gonna be in a bad mood bc it's all A Lot.

so like maybe a month or so ago, he started constantly asking me if I was mad at him bc I acted like I didn't want to talk to him... and like the first dozen times I was like Jim. I'm just not in a great or talkative mood. I'm not mad at you. you're making your own problems by taking shit personally. you need to chill.

like actually what I would say.

but AFTER A DOZEN OR MORE TIMES, YEAH. IM GONNA START GETTING IRRITATED.

so his bullshit became a problem. he started doing the "you're mad at me 😔" attention grab and then would be like "I'll just leave you alone.... 😔" and I started avoiding him as best as I could right

but then like last Monday, it escalated and no matter what I did or where I went, he was there. (like coincidentally). I would go to break, he'd show up right behind me. I'd go off the floor for something, he'd be there. I'd try to hide in the back break room, he'd show up and 0: like it was a surprise. I'd get a drink from the water cooler, suddenly he'd park the forklift and come over for a drink too. I'd go up to my office, he'd come upstairs. I'd be BUSY fucking WORKING THE LINES when we're short staffed and he'd come down the lines to "bother" me. we have a room downstairs only used for morning meetings and to print tags. literally a lights off room that is unused and I went to pick up tags I printed and I turned around and he had followed me in.

and like... holy shit. and since then, his mood swings have gotten worse. he keeps SAYING he knows he's bothering me and that he'll leave me alone or stop talking to me but it lasts maybe an hour and then he's back being purposefully annoying and not understanding why I'm irritated? and it never used to bother me that much, but now it does that he pokes or pats or punches my shoulder and always super slow and it went from feeling like "he's just a dork" to "he's trying to touch me as long as possible"

so day before yesterday I went to HR and told her about it and she didn't quite understand how serious it was, she thinks he just thinks we're real friends instead of work friends and I'm like ☝️☝️☝️ no. but she said she'd talk to his boss and let her know that he's been doing parts of his job badly and needs more to do.

I do not believe he's been spoken to.

yesterday, I almost cried about it AT work lmao and there's been so much of the same shit over and over idk but at one point he came up while I was going back and forth on the radio with maintenance during a breakdown (fucking busy) and he wanted to talk but when I didn't have time, he got huffy and said he'd like to talk to me at break. (and I was like... I am never going to break again.) which, he ended up catching me on the lines later bc I hadn't gone to break and he told me he felt like I didn't want to talk to him and was always mad when he came around and he said he'd leave me alone (again. for like the 100th time) and I just said Okay. That's fine.

and then an hour later, firkfkdkdkf

it's like right after 10, and my shifts over at 11 right. he comes up and stands as close as possible to let me know he was going to head home and I was like. pretty early. and he said that we could "regroup tomorrow" and that I was still his favorite and i was too slow to dodge his shoulder punch so when he walked away I was so fucking livid kzkdkddk I started slamming shit around. and then like? a half hour later??? I see him still wandering around??? and I was like Jesus FUCKING Christ. and about ten till it was time to go, I saw him hanging out by the stairs to my office and I thought I'm not going up there to close out my shit and if they ask why, I'll fucking tell them. ...when I didn't go over, he came to me to let me know again that he was leaving and would see me tomorrow

FUCKING exhausting and I wanted to cry

so today :) my birthday :) I didn't really want anyone to know especially him, but I was hanging out by an office person that I'm chill with and then one of the girls from my crew, and I told them and was like keep it on the DL, bc I don't want Jim to know bc he's been bothering me and I had to tell the office girl that I meant it bc it's a whole HR thing right

so he rolls up. the girl from my shift looks him dead in the eyes and goes "it's her birthday 🤪" and I ... the betrayal. like I wish y'all could've seen my face.

so of course... he wants to talk to me and I'm like what. what is it Jim. and he apologizes for being a dick and I was like. Okay. and he said happy birthday and patted my shoulder and I said Stop. then he said he'd come over and bother me later and I said No. and walked away. I had been in the building fifteen whole minutes at that point.

I came upstairs to check my email and he followed me up to tell me he found a possum in his trash can and then he apologized again and said that he likes me and will come talk to me again later and I sat on my phone like 😑😑😑😑 the whole time.

like he KNOWS he's bothering me he's doing it on purpose he's admitting it and then he's turning around and throwing a pity party and saying he'll go away but then he doesn't I'm literally being stalked by this 62 year old douche who's acting like a 14 year old that got dumped and is trying to win a girl back and it's like... we have had NOTHING going on we don't even have each other on fb or each other's numbers. we do not go out together. we sit like three tables apart on break. but he's being a freak and I sent an email to HR for a follow up last night and haven't heard back but I am DISGUSTED. it's only 3:30 I've got 7.5 hours to go and it's already shit like I knew it would be

also I don't care if it's wrong but the girl that ratted my bday out to him is a piece of shit employee anyway and I am going to turn her in for all her bullshit till she gets fired and I don't care. maybe don't suck at your job and then also do this to me. like. die.

also also, thought I'd add that I've been taking my breaks in the women's locker room 😞

[bloodyshadow737]

The Cure? Or a Curse

= Gratitude

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Matching: Rick Grimes x male reader

•English is not my first idiom so if you found something wrong I would appreciate that you notified me

•i don't know if some one already make this but I'm gonna make a series with this topic because is have so much potential, and this episode is lore for reader so if you don't want you can skip it but it give you the origin of him

Warning: mention of kidnapping, blood,

The beginning of the most traumatic experience are not in a dark corridor or a abandoned building, it begins were you don't expect

Day 1 - 0 infections

The hospital is more crown for usual, but actually in series always show you the hospital's with a lot of people on it, is not always like that. Getting the food cart around the rooms was something a little bit satisfied, you can talk with the patients and make them get better by some company especially with the old people.

Getting inside the room you found Miss Norris, already complaining with the IV because she can't handle to watch herself with it, what a drama queen you love her.

"Now now miss Norris, what I tell you about touching your IV?"

The old lady get his hands out of the IV making some complaining noises getting some laugh from you.

"Ugh! This thing is so annoying!"

Walking to her you hold his arm passing your fingers on top of his IV trying to calm her nuisance

"I know you don't want to be here and be with you granddaughter but first you need to get better, now, I know you don't like the hospital food so me and my daughter get you some pancakes"

Getting the plate in front of her you show her the pancakes you made with your daughter they are different colors ,suggest by your daughter she thinks that he hospital people need more colors in the place, so they look like a rainbow tower. Miss Norris watch this excited by eating something delicious, she grab the fork starting to eat this happy meanwhile you started to register how her doing until today.

"Mmmmm~ delicious tell you daughter that she is adorable"

"Ha ha she is, she wanted to make different flavors but we didn't have the fruits for it"

Miss Norris laugh getting alf the food and you finish to register everything.

"Well miss Norris, everything is looking good so maybe tomorrow you can leave"

She smile and move a hand to hold yours with a sweet affection

"Tanks Y/N"

Day 2 - 0 infections

It look like some police men get shot, is family and partner are in the waiting room, they look so devastated. Getting closer you get them three can of coke the kid got it excited and start drinking this with notorious anxiety, you smile to him trying to calm him.

"Don't worry kid, your papa is gonna be okey"

You tousle his hair making him smile, the mother smile grateful by your help, you watch her smiling now getting one hand in his shoulder.

"Everything is gonna be alright, the doctors are capable to save him"

The woman smile and get tne hand on top of your appreciating your words

"Tanks"

The police get fine from the operation but the men get intro a coma, the situation is horrible for the family but the important is that the men is okey. Watching him closer you get trapped a little bit by his face, it doesn't look so bad.

You get the serum to the men watching how the kid doesn't move his eyes from you, it look like the kid is looking high of you like a big brother or something.

The moment is interrupted by doctor coming in the room talking to you.

"Y/N I need to talk to you"

Nodding to her you get out of the room to her starting a talk with her.

"You seem to be doing fine in the hospital"

Weird

"Um yeah I been working here for years"

"That is not what a means, I mean by your health, you been doing okey? You been eating fine?"

Ho, is that what she mean

"I been doing okey, why you asking?"

You didn't notice that you were alone with her, if you had paid more attention maybe you could prevent everything.

A oxygen tank impact in your nape knock you out to the floor getting you unconscious

"No reason at all"

The doctor leave the tank and grab you by your legs starting to get you in a operation room.

"Tanks for offering yourself Y/N"

[cutesharkstudios]

Owl House Group Chat 2

(Hexsquad) 11:07 Willow has entered

Willow: I AM SO SORRY I'M LATE! THAT TOOK WAY LONGER THAN I THOUGHT!

Willow: Hello?

Amity has entered

Amity: Hey Willow. No worries

Willow: Yes worries! I promised I would be off at 10 and lost track of time

Amity: It's cool, this is suppossed to be a casual thing.

Willow: Ok. Side note, what did y'all do when I was gone?

Amity: Scroll up.

Willow: Oh my

Amity: I AM GETTING HER OTTER PLUSHIES YOU SICK MINDED INDIVIDUAL!!!!!!

Willow: Ok, ok

Hunter has entered

Hunter: Hi Willow

Willow: Hi Honey

Hunter: 0//0

Amity: Cute

Willow: HUNTER I MEAN! SPELLCHECK! SORRY!

Hunter: I like that name.

Willow: Really?

Hunter: I think it's cute, like you

Willow: 0//0

Amity: oh my

Willow: Yeah I deserve that

Darius has entered

Darius: My Hunter senses were tingling

Amity: Uncle Darius?!?!

Willow: Uncle?

Amity: He babysat me a ton as a kid. He and dad claimed they hated each other, but they didn't, and he helped dad take care of me.

Darius: Speaking of him, I need some advice.

Amity: Sure

Darius: Could we do this in a seperate chat with you, me, and the twins? I'll hext you the link

Amity: sure, see ya guys

Hunter: have fun

Willow: bye

(DariusAndBlightKids)

Darius: Amity will check in soon

Amity: Hey

Ed: Hi Amity

Em: Hey Ams

Amity: So what's going on?

Ed: Darius needs our help with something wonder what

Darius: And this doesn't leave this chat, ok?

Amity: 100%

Ed: got it

Darius: Em?

Em: Sorry, had to turn off the oven for dinner. Your secret is our secret

Amity: What ya making?

Em: Centaur roast and carrots

Amity: Thanks

Darius: Okay here it goes

Darius: I want to propose to Alador

Amity: WHAT

Ed: Really?

Em: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Darius: I've drawn up the plan and will send them soon.

Amity: OMG, Darius, this is awesome.

Darius: Thanks Amity, I hope it goes well. We've really grown over the 4 years of dating, and I hope I can be a good parental figure to you and the twins

Em: You really mean it?

Darius: Yeah, I've always wanted to be a dad, and now I have the opportunity. I hope I do well.

Amity: Well you can't do any worse than you-know-who

Darius: Thanks for the support, though she didn't set a high bar

Em: She set the bar at all?

Darius: Touche

Ed: And hopefully we will be good kids. I know we're adults, so it's probably not what you imagined being a dad would be like, but we promise to be good.

Em: And we'll continue to be good siblings as well. Side note, Amity?

Amity: Yes?

Em: Now that we are at a slower time in our lives, I want to ask, are we good?

Amity: Yes, why do ask?

Ed: Well, we teased you a lot in our youth. We never meant any harm, but we realise we may have been, as much as I hate to admit it, mean to you.

Em: That was never our intention, and we're sorry if we crossed any lines

Amity: Well, the only real line crossed was with the diary and Luz. But given how much of a jerk I was back then, I kind of had it coming.

Darius: I'm just as guilty. I crossed my share of lines in my past that Alador only told me about AFTER we started dating. Oof, not my finest moments

Em: Well what happened happened. We can't change the past, but we can make a better future.

Darius: Anyways, here's the plan…….

(MEANWHILE)

Room Created: OldWitches

11:13

Raine has entered Eda has entered Lilith has entered

Eda: Today's the day! Today's the day! Today's the day! Today's the day! Today's the day! Today's the day!

Lilith: Whoa, sister, calm down, what's the occasion?

Eda: After so long of trying to get an appointment, Raine's getting their sigil removing treatment!

Lilith: Awesome. I had mine yesterday, and I gave my sigil a certain gesture before it went away.

Eda: That's my sister. So, Rainestorm, what new magic do you want to try first?

Raine: You're not going to belive this but, of all types, illusions

Eda: I take it you saw that article I sent of Goops moping the floor with Adrian?

Raine: Yep, I had no idea you could tell when someone was hiding behind and illusion. We laughed at Adrian all dang afternoon post incedent.

Lilith: I would have paid SO many snails to see that

Raine: I got the whole thing on my scroll. And backed it up on three of my personal devices.

Eda: Whatever happened to him and the other defect coven leaders?

Lilith: Trying to find them, but so far no activity.

Raine: They should be dormant for now, but the hunt is still on.

Eda: Check out this news article I found. [link]

Raine: What is it?

Lilith: It better not be one of THOSE websites again.

Eda: You'll see

4:20

Raine: EDA!

Eda: Yes?

Raine: Why did you not tell me about this wonderful thing called fanfiction? I don't even know who wrote this but, God, they have excellent potential.

Lilith: I think I know who wrote it

Raine: Who is the author?

Lilith: If you scroll all the way up, you'll see the author is AzuraFanOtter, take a wild witch guess who that is

Raine: Well no wonder Luz is getting A's in her writing classes, this is wonderful

Eda: And fitting 20 characters in one scene while giving them all ample screen time is tricky, but she made it work.

Lilith: Maybe she should write her own book. The money made from that could benefit her greatly in the future.

Eda: Indeed, though she'll probably be fine when she marries Boots, cause all the Blights are LOADED.

Lilith: Now now, keep in mind, there is a change things don't work out for them. It's not like they were made with the other in mind.

Eda: …

Raine: …

Eda: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Raine: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lilith: What? I'm serious.

Raine: We know, but I'll eat griffon feathers if they don't work out.

Eda: OH SHOOT! RAINE! THE TIME!

RAINE: GAH! MY TREATMENT'S IN 10! THE NEXT TIME SLOT IS A WEEK FROM NOW SO I GOTTA GO!

Raine has left

Lilith: Well, I promised Darius I'd help with a "surprise" for Alador.

Eda: Cool, have fun.

Lilith: Thank you for not making an innappropriate joke for that.

Eda: Yeah, sorry about last week's prank, didn't think it go over as bad as it did.

Lilith: No no, I should have just taken the joke.

Eda has left

Lilith has left

[bnesszai]

skk Valentine's week day 7 @bsdfanweek prompts i used were: "kissing you is like a death wish", pining/longing, at your fingertips, and "you call that flirting?" Thank you @squidsandthings for the prompt ideas 💚

Hurt/comfort. I have 0 explanation for this. The writing mood of me last night is different than me this morning apparently so um. Yeah.

Kissing you is a death wish, Dazai thinks, delirious from the lack of oxygen.

Chuuya's brows furrow and he says something, but it sounds like Dazai is still underwater. He lifts a hand through the currents, heavy and slow, and traces Chuuya's jaw with a fingertip. 

A kiss of death, Dazai thinks, maybe that's why I can't die yet. Because I haven't tasted the poison on your lips. 

Something flashes across Chuuya's face but Dazai is so, so far away. He thinks he grins to himself, but then the world turns upside down so he isn't sure.

Black is such a nice color.

*

Dazai wakes up much the way he lives: gasping as if he can't breathe right.

“Shhh.” 

Something gentle rubs circles into his chest. His chest that is devoid of bandages and only covered by a thin shirt. Something thick crawls up his throat.

“It's just me,” a voice says. Warm fingertips, circles, one blue and one amber eye tracing the lines of his face. 

“Chuuya,” he murmurs.

“Who else?"

Dazai swallows down whatever it is that tries to climb his throat and escape. He bites at the words pressed against the back of his lips and regains control of his treacherous heartbeat.

“Chuuya,” he says again. “Why are you here?”

“This is my apartment.”

Which would explain the soft blankets and comfortable mattress. “Why am I here?”

Concern stitches its way between Chuuya's eyebrows. “What do you remember?”

A crashing of waves above his head, a rush of water in his lungs, the darkness edging into his vision. The sweet release was within reach, just past his fingertips, and then he was wrenched away and forced to breathe.

“A fever dream,” he says.

Chuuya sighs. “Do you remember what you said?”

Dazai is dumbfounded, which is an unusual feeling. He hates it. He could hardly drag oxygen into his lungs, let alone expel enough to say anything. Unless….

Something swarms in Dazai's gut. He can remember incoherent, mad thoughts. If those had not been contained to his mind, then— 

“What are you talking about?” Dazai pushes a laugh from his lungs. It burns. “Chibi must need his ears checked because I didn't say anything.”

Chuuya studies him for a moment longer. Then, he leans back and withdraws his hand. “I see,” is all he says, flat and not full of the bursting energy he always exhibits.

Dazai feels very cold.

*

The idea of longing is something that sits heavy on Dazai's chest.

The weight grows when he looks at Atsushi and Kyouka making a grocery list, or Kunikida smiling as he writes in his notebook, or when Ranpo delights in a new treat. The weight grows when he thinks about rest.

The weight of longing threatens to crush his lungs when he so much as thinks about gravity.

Dazai throws back warm whiskey in an attempt to drown it away.

*

“Why did you save me?”

“‘Cause, asshole, if you're gonna die, it'll be by my hands.”

“Well, get on with it then.”

In front of them, the television flashes with some generic action movie. Dazai has not paid attention to a single second of it. On the other end of the couch, Chuuya sits, looking oddly tense for someone wearing sweatpants and a shirt that hangs off one shoulder. His hair is pulled into a messy bun, hat hanging by the door, and gloves sitting on the coffee table. He's giving Dazai a look that Dazai can't quite discern.

“What's your preferred method?” Chuuya asks after a long stretch of silence.

Dazai's mouth falls open, just a touch. He recovers quickly. “Double suicide with a beautiful—”

“Stop fucking lying to me.”

Dazai's mouth clicks shut. He tilts his head to the side, seeing something burning in Chuuya's eyes. At the sight, the longing takes his breath away.

“You want to die by poison.”

The air that was sucked out of Dazai's lungs slams back in, resulting in a choked laugh. “Slow and painful,” he gasps between coughs. “I don't like pain.”

“I hear there are some poisons that are quick and soothing.” Chuuya has an eyebrow raised, like a challenge. He moves over on the couch, closer, fingertips just shy of grazing Dazai's thigh. “Would you like to try?”

There's something static in the air. Something in the way Chuuya's gaze burns right through him. Something in the way Chuuya's cheekbones are dusted pink but the smile on his lips is sharp and sure. Something in the way Dazai seems unable to nullify the gravity between them.

Instead of doing any of the things he wants to do, Dazai doesn't so much as move, he just smirks. “You call that flirting?”

“What, like you're any better?” Chuuya laughs and this time, his hand does land on Dazai's lef, caressing his knee. “What was it you said? I'll make you my dog for life, hmm?” Chuuya's other hand reaches up, fingertips ghosting over the lines of Dazai's face.

Dazai might combust, but he refuses to lose. He puts a hand at Chuuya's hairline and lets it fall down his face before tilting Chuuya's chin up with a finger. Leaning in close, he can see the glint in Chuuya's eyes. “It worked, didn't it?”

“Did it? It's been seven years since and you've yet to claim your kiss of death.”

“I'm a patient man.”

Chuuya scoffs. “Bullshit. You have the patience of a fucking toddler. You're just a coward.”

Dazai grips Chuuya's jaw, grinning when it pulls a subtle breath from him. “And what does that make you?”

The fire in Chuuya's eyes spills out, fanning over Dazai's skin, seeping into his veins, pooling in his gut.

“I'm the patient one,” Chuuya says, evenly, and then he closes the distance between them before Dazai can so much as begin a retort.

The kiss is scalding, hungry, wandering and clutching hands, teeth and tongue.

It is a poison. It is a poison that makes Dazai's brain turn to white noise, makes his limbs hot and heavy. It is a death wish in the way that it makes Dazai want to climb inside of Chuuya's mouth and be devoured.

Black is a nice color, but red might be better.

[saiilorstars]

ch.18: Goodbye Rubeus

Story Masterlist

Fandom: Sailor Moon (Crystal)

Rewrite of season 2, AU-ish in that there’s new OCs and the fusion of plots from the manga, crystal and the og series

Pairings: Eventual OFC x OMC, Usagi x Mamoru

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Asteria and Emica stood in the middle of their school's courtyard gazing up at the sky. Something about it was giving a rather hazy impression, like something was drawing closer...

"Do you feel it in the air?" Asteria quietly asked Emica.

"That odd feeling of...a presence?"

"Mhm," Asteria nodded, then glanced at her comrade. Both of them wore the same look of certainty.

"Sailor Circe is finally going to reawaken," they said in unison and with a touch of excitement. Sailor Circe was their scour leader; she always knew how to solve everything. With her finally awake and leading their group, they would find their princess for sure.

"And how would Sailor Circe greet us when she sees we have failed to work together like we are meant to?" Meroko's question made both girls turn to see the brunette standing behind them.

"She will see who's fault it is," Emica narrowed her eyes on Meroko but the latter returned the gesture.

"Yeah, and I'm looking right at her."

Anger flashed across Emica's face. "Do not forget your place, Hemera."

"Please," Asteria broke between them, actually pleading for a full stop. "If the Princess were here, she would be very disappointed in our behavior."

"That's just it, we don't know where she is," Emica snapped. "It's why I've subjected myself to such a ludicrous school system just to see if Reign is one of these teenagers. Perhaps we would have found her by now if someone" — she paused to glare at Meroko again — "wasn't more preoccupied fighting with the Silver Millenniums."

"I'll have you know that we've already taken down one Shadow from Senka's form," Meroko watched with satisfaction as both Emica and Asteria were left shocked. "Sailor Moon and one of the Black Moon Clan did it. I also discovered that Azula was not Reign. See, I'm being productive."

"When did this happen?" Asteria asked curiously.

"Two days ago. And now we're moving onto finding a different way to take down the next shadow in Senka." Meroko sighed, her entire demeanor changing. She didn't want to fight her comrades, much less her own sister. She would much rather they all work together. "We've already healed the Spectre Sisters from the Black Moon Clan and now we're definitely expecting retaliation from their commander, Rubeus. We're going to need all the help we can get." Emica looked away defiantly. "I wish to change our dynamic. I don't want us to deem ranks more important than our friendship. Emica, change is not bad. The circumstances that led us here were not good but we can still change its outcome. Please, think about that."

Asteria watched her sister leave and felt guilty. They never argued about anything. "Maybe she's right—"

"Oh don't," Emica shot her down with a wave of a hand. "Your sister's head has been brainwashed by those Silver Millenniums. She forgets who she is and where her place is."

Asteria glared. "She's not just some rank! She's one of us! Don't forget why Queen Nyx decided to put her in charge of protecting the barrier." With that, Asteria huffed and walked away. She was growing rather tired of Emica's stubborn ways.

~0~

Chibiusa found it difficult to stay so...calm...when she was just itching to get what she needed in order to go home. She discovered where Usagi kept her Legendary Silver Crystal after so long and now it was just at Chibiusa's fingertips...so close...

But she just needed to wait.

Admittedly she was never good at patience, but she needed to force herself to remember this was all for her family.

She poked her head into Usagi's bedroom and looked around to see if Luna was anywhere near. Usagi was taking a bath and Chibiusa doubted she would be out anytime soon. Quietly, she tiptoed into the room and scanned the area until she spotted the familiar brooch sitting on the bed stand.

"I'm just going to borrow it," she said, though the last time she said that it didn't go so well. "It's going to be different," she mumbled and picked up the brooch. Her Mommy would return it to this point in time after Crystal Tokyo was saved, Chibiusa was sure.

She then bolted out of the room, and out of the house.

~0~

Azula was tired of hearing the same scoldings over and over, but because she loved her friends so much she let them continue until they had nothing left to say about her secret plan with Meroko.

"You could have been killed!"

"It was truly irresponsible!"

"I was scared half to death!"

Azula shared the same bored glance with Meroko. The redhead ran a hand through her long hair and gestured with a hand to her friends if they were finished.

"You're not even sorry," Minako shook her head, completely disapproving of the secret plan.

"Of course not," Azula almost laughed. "At least now Senka will leave me the hell alone. You guys were just too soft to let me go through with it."

"It's one of the reasons why Emica and Asteria have doubts about working with you," Meroko added and immediately received hard glares.

"We're just not on the same page as you and we told you guys..." Makoto said sternly.

"But here's the thing," Azula raised a finger to remind them that this had been her decision and no one else's, "I made the call — my plan — and Meroko was nice enough to help me. You guys want to be mad at someone, be mad at me."

"We don't want to be mad at anyone," Ami sent the two girls soft smiles. She understood Azula's intentions and although she didn't like it, at least Azula was safe. "We just don't want you to try that again."

"I won't," Azula easily promised.

"Okay and since we're moving on, I wanted to tell you guys that I'm pretty sure Sailor Circe is waking up." Meroko hoped this piece of news would get them back on track to what really mattered. She herself was getting over the fact they had to start all over again with the Reign search.

"Really? How can you tell?" Minako asked.

"It's the odd sense in the air," Rei was the one to answer the question, bewildering the rest. Meroko nodded and gestured at Rei with gratitude. "I don't know how but...I think I can sense her. She's like...an ominous feeling, like..."

"Sailor Circe possesses different powers from a typical Sailor Scout. Magic runs through her veins and with it she has different senses that we," Meroko pointed between her and the Scouts, "wouldn't have."

"We're dealing with a witch then...nice," Azula shook her head at the computers.

"She's not a witch," Meroko rolled her eyes. "She's...mystical. But the important thing is the last of the Shadow Scouts is waking up and Circe is the most powerful out of all of us. She'll be able to put some order in our team..." she sighed, "She was always a good leader."

"Well then I guess we better start getting more sedatives," Minako figured they would need a large quantity just like last time considering each Shadow Scout tended to wake up like in a psychotic episode.

Meroko deadpanned the blonde girl for a long moment. "I'll have you know that I don't think Sailor Circe will awaken the same way that the others did."

"Why do you say that?" Ami inquired.

"Because Sailor Circe is protected by the same magic that I believe put Asteria and Emica into their deep sleep."

"I still say we should be prepared," Rei shrugged. You can never be too careful."

"Hm, that's funny," Azula's voice drew them to the girl at the computers.

"I doubt it will be." Meroko was the first to go up to her. "Is it Circe?"

"Um...no, I don't think so..." Azula zoomed in on the park's public cameras and located the source of a blinding light. "Whatever that is, it's releasing a ton of energy."

"The Black Moon Clan," Makoto assumed but still Azula shook her head.

"It doesn't look like the type of power they've been using on us."

"Whatever it is, we should check it out," Minako told them and took out her transformation stick.

"I'll call Usagi," Azula said and so they each split to do their tasks.

~0~

Chibiusa had never cried harder. She was sure she was saying the right words, holding her time key the right way...but she just couldn't get home. Did that mean there was no home to get to anymore? Had the Black Moon Clan destroyed everything? The idea made her cry even harder.

"Well, Rabbit, it seems you have saved me the trouble of searching for you," Rubeus appeared in midair, startling Chibiusa into silence. "Give me the Crystal!"

Chibiusa held the Silver Crystal close to her and shook her head. "It's not for you!"

Rubeus laughed. "But I think it is!" He thrust his hand and released the familiar dark power of the Malefic Crystal.

Chibiusa squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the energy to hit her...but it never did.

"How dare you try and hurt an innocent child!?" Sailor Asteria stood in front of Chibiusa. The ghosts of silver stars were spread around them like a barrier.

Rubeus came face to face with the unknown Sailor Scout. "You have no business here."

"That's rich coming from a time traveler," Sailor Asteria shook her head. "You've met my sister, Sailor Hemera, now meet me — Sailor Asteria, guardian of Night and Stars, and I will make you regret ever stepping foot into this era!"

"Sailor...Asteria..." There was no sign that Chibiusa didn't recognize the girl. It'd been the same as when she met the other Sailor Scouts.

"Run to safety, okay?" Sailor Asteria swiped an arm to the left and removed the two silver stars barricading behind Chibiusa. The pink-haired girl hesitated for a second but ultimately followed the order.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up," Rubeus surprised Sailor Asteria with. He too didn't seem to be in the dark about her. "What is it? The Shadow Scouts?"

"Hm, so there's a future where we also kick your ass? Doesn't sound like a bad future to me," Sailor Asteria smirked, even more so when Rubeus struck a growl.

He started firing repeatedly, possibly with one second gap between shots. Asteria jumped out of the way but was having a hard time keeping up. One of the energy blasts finally hit her and knocked her across the park. Her back hit one of the bench's metal legs.

"Your elder self would be so disappointed," Rubeus moved towards her in the air. "Then again, she doesn't have much to argue with. Last I heard she was fast asleep, poor little thing."

Sailor Asteria wasn't interested in hearing about her future, but the words did make her halt for a second. Asleep? She wouldn't just be 'asleep' and leave Reign defenceless. It had to be because of the Black Moon Clan.

"I guess if I destroy you right now, it's one less Sailor Scout to worry about in the future!" Rubeus raised his hands to shoot again, but a shrieking sonic cry blew him away like a ragdoll.

"I don't know who you think you are but I'll tell you who I am," Sailor Siren's voice rang clear in the sky. "The Sailor Scout of music and hypnosis - I am Sailor Siren!"

"Siren!" Sailor Asteria got up using the bench as support.

"You shouldn't have left like that!" Sailor Siren shot her comrade a sharp look.

One moment they were discussing possible strategies to find Reign and the next, Asteria blindly ran towards the golden light. Still, Sailor Siren wouldn't leave her alone. It was just them after all.

"Feel the rhythm of my lovely cry!" Sailor Siren sucked in a breath and used her deadly sonic cry on Rubeus.

The man grabbed his head and tried to cover away all the noise but it just wasn't possible. So he took another alternative. Snapping his fingers, his ship appeared over them, cutting short Sailor Siren's cry as a beam raced down on her.

"Siren!" Sailor Asteria got up and made a move towards her when the same beam caught her.

Rubeus laughed and slowly got back on his feet. With another snap of his fingers the two Scouts were pulled into the ship.

"No! No! No! NO!" Sailor Hemera came screaming into the park with the other Sailor Scouts except for Sailor Moon.

"Let them go, Rubeus!" Sailor Mars commanded.

"I've got a better idea," Rubeus rose into the air, feigning a thinking face. "How's about I take these two Shadow Scouts, not kill them, and wait until you exchange the rabbit and the Silver Crystal for them?" he loved seeing the terribly shocked Scouts. It meant he had the upper hand. Finally. "You've got three hours. Be sure to pass the message to Sailor Moon, won't you?"

And he disappeared.

~0~

"What were you doing with my brooch!?" Usagi snatched her brooch from Chibiusa's hands, ignoring the flinch the child gave.

She was furious. Not only had Chibiusa stolen from her but she'd also invoked a possible death massacre beginning with Sailor Asteria and Sailor Siren.

"Usagi..." It was Azula who managed to pull the blonde girl back. "Chill." The calm advisory only seemed to irritate Usagi more. "She's just a kid in the end. She doesn't know any better."

"Oh, that's rich! You weren't that calm when Reyna was here!" Usagi exclaimed.

Azula shrugged. "Yeah, alright..."

Usagi whirled around to face Chibiusa again, the quiet girl shrunk in her chair after so much yelling. "Which is yet another thing we don't know because you won't say! What happened to Reyna!? Are you sisters!?"

"Shouting isn't going to make her talk," Mamoru stopped her again. "We've seen that, remember?"

"It's not fair," Usagi crossed her arms and glared at the girl. "You come in, hypnotize my whole family, drive me nuts all day, keep secrets from us, steal my brooch and at the end of the day I'm the bad guy for snapping!?" she shook her head and stormed out of the base.

"She...needs to cool down before any plan can be made," Makoto sighed.

"I'll go talk to her," Mamoru gave Azula a nod to Chibiusa. She was in charge of the girl.

Azula moved over to the computers and started hacking into the street cameras. "Okay, well, we know where the spaceship is. That's an easy one."

Because Rubeus wasn't even attempting to hide himself. He parked his great big UFO ship directly above the district.

Ami joined Azula at the computers. She zoomed in on the ship and discovered readings of a protective barrier around the ship. "First thing's first, we'll need to break through the barrier."

"And how do we do that?" Minako got to thinking for a second.

"May I suggest combining your powers together and pushing through?" Azula raised a finger.

Rei chuckled and slowly pushed Azula's finger down. "You can...but it's easier to say that when you're not the one who's going to have to do it."

Azula cheekily smiled. "Yes, my bad. But it's still all we've got."

"It's not all," Chibiusa's voice was a frail whisper, but still the other girls knew she meant Rubeus' ultimatum.

Azula turned her chair around to the others girls. "I think...you should tell Usagi about the idea. I'll stay here..." her eyes drifted to Chibiusa who found the ground so interesting. "Good luck."

When they were gone, Azula cleared her throat and got up from her chair. She walked around to face Chibiusa's chair and sat on the ground, cross legged. With a straight face, she began to speak. "I discovered Sailor Moon's and the other scouts' identities after blackmailing Mamoru into arranging a meeting with them. I don't actually know what I'm doing half the time around here; I wish I had powers like my friends; I think Usagi's cooking is, for the most part, inedible but I don't say anything to spare her feelings. What else, what else?" she tapped her chin in genuine thought. "Oh! I actually had a crush on Mamoru in the beginning of the school year but once you see him try to play basketball, the magic just kinda goes away."

Chibiusa blinked several times with no idea what Azula had just done. Azula, on the other hand, merely smiled at the girl. "Why did you...why did you tell me all that?" Chibiusa asked.

"Those are things you don't know about me. But now you do. And...if it's possible, I'd like to know you too."

Chibiusa held her Luna P ball closely to her chest. "I can't...I don't... I'm sorry. I didn't mean for Rubeus to take Sailor Asteria and Sailor Siren. I just wanted to get home."

"With Usagi's Silver Crystal?"

"I was just borrowing it!" Chibiusa exclaimed. "I knew that once my Mommy woke up she would return the Silver Crystal to Usagi."

"So you wanted to use the Silver Crystal to help your mother. See, if you would have said something like that in the beginning, I know Usagi would have helped you."

Chibiusa hid behind her Luna P ball. "She's always shouting at me. She wouldn't have understood."

"But you need her to help. You came looking for Sailor Moon the same way Reyna came looking for Sailor Reign,"

Azula noticed something flash across Chibiusa's. She then quickly ducked her head. Azula waited for the girl to say something, or even to look at her again, but Chibiusa never did.

"That look...if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were guilty...but not for stealing the Silver Crystal tonight," Azula remarked cautiously, "Chibiusa, I keep asking you this and I sincerely hope that this time you answer me. Did something happen to Reyna?"

"I didn't mean to! I didn't mean for any of this to happen!" Chibiusa broke down in tears. "The Black Moon Clan came and destroyed the city before Queen Reign put up the barrier! Everyone in the city is asleep, or...or dead, I don't know! I don't know what happened to Reyna, I swear!" She jumped off her chair and threw her arms around Azula.

Azula wasn't sure how to respond to all that, but for the time being she supposed a hug would help Chibiusa calm down. It was clear that the little girl was in the middle of trouble way beyond her wits and years...and unfortunately the adults around her hadn't been able to beat the Black Moon Clan. She wondered who was left actually breathing in that city.

~0~

Even though it was a trap, the Sailor Scouts took Rubeus head on. It was the only plan they had and they didn't exactly have the time to think about anything else.

Luna and Artemis had taken control of the computers with Azula assisting in what she could. The girls were trying to break into the ship's barrier.

"Maybe we can use the Malefic Crystal against the barrier," Azula pulled out the pair of dark Crystal earrings Berthier had once worn. "You know, use it against itself?"

"But that would require us to calculate its energy levels and things have to be exact before we try anything," Artemis shook his head. "We don't have time for that."

Azula regretfully agreed and put away the earrings. Chibiusa came up behind the three and sighed. "It's my fault," she kept insisting. "I made a mistake and now two friends are hurt."

"Okay kid," Azula glanced over her shoulder, "the thing about mistakes is that it doesn't matter what we did, it's how we own up to them and fix them. You've already done your part so let us try to fix things." She gave an encouraging smile and returned to work.

Chibiusa was determined to fix things herself. If Azula was right, then she not only had to admit her mistake but she had to at least try and help. That's what her family did. Help people. It's what she would do now.

She silently tiptoed out of the base with her Luna P ball in hand until she disappeared.

~0~

"Nothing works!" Sailor Jupiter cried in exasperation after watching how Sailor Mars' fire didn't even scratch the protective barrier around the spaceship.

"Something has to work!" Sailor Hemera was the most frantic about their continuous failure.

"Maybe the combined powers idea isn't as far out as we thought" Sailor Venus remarked and turned to Sailor Moon to see what she said.

"Let's do it," Sailor Moon nodded. It was their best shot at getting into the barrier.

"But will it work including me?" Sailor Hemera wondered.

"The more power the better," Sailor Moon encouraged her to join them. At the end of the day, all Sailor Scouts were connected in some way, or at least that's the stuff that Luna and Artemis always rambled on about.

"And me!" Chibiusa's voice made all the girls freeze in their spots.

Even from the base, Azula, Luna and Artemis gawked at the sight of the little girl very present on the street.

"CHIBIUSA!" Azula shouted much like Usagi would in similar situations. When the hell had Chibusa left the base!?

"What is it?" Mamoru had come to join them in the base, totally in the dark about everything.

Azula pinched the bridge of her nose to keep all her snaps at bay. She pointed a manicured finger at the screen showing Chibiusa with the Sailor Scouts. In less than a second, Mamoru was out of the base again and running to retrieve the girl.

"Now I get Usagi's frustration," Azula rubbed her face then helplessly stared at the screens along with Luna and Artemis.

There was nothing anyone could do at this point.

~0~

"What are you doing here!?" Sailor Moon did not fail to make a scene out of the child's abrupt presence.

Chibiusa stood with her head held up high as she faced all the mortified Scouts. "I made a mistake and I have to own up to it and try to fix it."

"Oh, she listens to me now," the Scouts heard Azula bitterly say from the comms.

"Chibiusa, it's too dangerous for you to be here," Sailor Venus tried a much softer attempt than the previous time. It might be what they needed to push Chibiusa out of the place.

"I know Sailor Asteria and Sailor Siren in the future. They're assigned to protect Reyna but I know they love me too," Chibiusa ignored the shocked faces of the girls, knowing she was essentially telling them of the future. "They always let me help and they play games with me and Reyna. Right now, they're asleep in my city, because of the Black Moon Clan, but I can help them from here. I'm going to."

Her determination sparked awe from the Scouts. She seemed like a little scout herself. There was no backing down even when she was at a clear disadvantage.

"Well, well, well," Rubeus appeared in the air, protected by his barrier, "You've brought me Sailor Moon and the rabbit. Well done."

Sailor Moon immediately placed herself in front of Chibiusa. "You are not going to get away with this! Give us Sailor Asteria and Sailor Siren!"

"You know, I keep having better ideas than you girls," Rubeus snapped his fingers. Different purple beams shot down and started capturing some of the girls.

"No!" Sailor Moon cried out when Sailor Mercury and Sailor Venus got caught in the web of beams.

"Ah, who am I to break up the Sailor Scouts?" Rubeus began to laugh again as this time an entire beam scooped up the rest of the Scouts...and Chibiusa. "You're all invited to the party!"

The last beam attempted to catch Sailor Hemera but the girl put up a fight with a strange golden light. It was a light unlike the other Scouts, a familiar light that planet Earth had...

"Is she...?" Azula had to cover her eyes even from the computer screen.

"Channeling her power from the sun? Yes, she is," Luna quickly mapped out the energy levels Sailor Hemera was giving. It seemed to push back the Malefic energy but there was no assurance of how long Hemera would last.

"And look what's happening in the sky..." Artemis was gazing at another source of energy, a different one from Hemera's.

It was a dark pink beam seemingly exploding into the sky, causing a ripple effect.

"Could that be...Sailor Circe?" Azula quickly moved her chair closer to Artemis.

"Sailor Hemera's energy must be acting like a beacon for Sailor Circe!"

"She did say Sailor Circe might not awaken the same way that Asteria and Emica did," Azula remembered Meroko's words. She gazed back at the other screen showing them Hemera's ongoing battle with Rubeus' trapping beam. "We're mapping out her power levels right? Down to the bone?"

"You bet," Luna nodded, still doing that as she spoke. "Research of the Shadow race is of top priority."

"Good, because I don't think Hemera is going to last very long..." Azula sadly watched as the Malefic beam pulled out a second round of power that easily engulfed Hemera's body.

Sailor Hemera was the last Scout to be captured. Rubeus took home a mighty quantity of Sailor Scouts featuring a little girl of tremendous power.

~ 0 ~

Hours later...

"And you're sure this is the place?" Mamoru didn't attempt to hide his lack of patience and frustration from Azula nor the cats behind them.

He was gazing at some creepy, dirty alleyway where apparently Sailor Circe's power had been tracked to just before the girls were taken. To him, it looked like any ordinary alleyway. Putrid smell and nothing useful.

"We tracked the origin point of the energy Circe dispelled earlier," Azula explained, holding out a handheld device currently beeping the closer they got to the right spot. "This is where it led to."

"Azula, it's an alleyway." Mamoru was unusually harsh with his tone but Azula paid no attention to it.

"Well obviously I can see that," she remarked casually, totally unphased by his demeanor. He, in turn, was unphased by her sardonic tone. "But this is where the signal is leading us to, so deal with it. Finding Sailor Circe is the only card we have to get the others back unless you can somehow beam us up into that spaceship?"

Mamoru rolled his eyes at her. "Fine, but what do we do then? Follow that thing until it leads us to a literal wall?"

Azula came to a sudden stop and he bumped into her back. Again, she wasn't phased. "No, the first part of the plan was getting to the source of her powers. Now we're onto phase 2."

"Phase two?" repeated Mamoru, unimpressed.

Azula looked down at Luna and Artemis. They'd come up with a plan alright.

"We think you could find Sailor Circe's location through your abilities," Luna spoke up. She headed up to a spot on the ground where there was an oddly formed crack. "We believe this is where the energy Sailor Circe dispersed came from."

"Underground?" Mamoru gazed at the ground with some horror.

"It's reasonable to think that these girls were covered up as the centuries went on," Artemis joined Luna over the crack. "Eons ago, this place could have been the Shadow Kingdom's garden or palace or something along those lines."

"Yeah, things get buried," Azula shrugged. "History 101."

"Alright, fine," Mamoru walked up to the two cats and bent down. At this point he would try anything if it meant bringing Usagi and the others back. He placed a hand on the ground and focused on finding the missing Scout.

He saw a few visions in which a black haired girl was aimlessly walking the streets. Her eyes seemed permanently wide as she took in everything she passed by, including the people.

Above her, the scenery panned to a large building with a blinking sign advertising free gym membership for a month.

Mamoru raised his hand off the ground and straightened up, turning to meet Azula's anxious self. "She's walking by the Kalo Gym."

"But that's like...two blocks away from here," Azula threw a thumb over her shoulder, soon realizing just how close they were to their solution. With one look at each other, she and Mamoru bolted from the alleyway, leaving Luna and Artemis to dash after them.

~0~

When Sailor Moon awoke, she found herself in a room seemingly made out to be from dark glass. Strangely enough, the glass held no reflections.

"Sailor Moon!" Chibiusa crawled over to her. Her Luna P ball bounced behind her. "Everyone's gone!"

"What?" Sailor Moon shook her grogginess and examined the room they were in. It was true. They were the only ones there. "Where is everyone?" She got up on her feet and turned around twice to catch sight of anyone else.

"Hidden amongst my glass labyrinth, of course," Rubeus appeared in the air again. The malicious look on his face gave Sailor Moon shivers. "They can be returned if you give up the rabbit and your Silver Crystal the easy way."

Sailor Moon didn't believe him one bit. "You're not going to get anything."

Rubeus raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to wager then? One final game?" Sailor Moon's eyebrows knitted together in suspicion. Rubeus lowered himself to the floor and snapped his fingers to reveal the Sailor Scouts hung up on glass crosses.

"No!" Sailor Moon tried running to them but Rubeus snapped his fingers again and made the girls disappear. "Where are they? Tell me now!"

"They're on the ship, obviously. My wager is simple, really. An old-fashioned one-on-one fight between you and me."

Sailor Moon hesitated to believe it would be that simple. "Why?"

"Why?" Rubeus laughed shortly before glaring at her. "Because you turned my loyal followers into weakling humans. You've foiled all my plans and now I'm on the verge of death. If I bring your corpse and the rabbit I'm sure to be forgiven."

"You don't have to do this—"

"Spare me the lecture. I'm not the Spectre sisters. So, what do you say? One last fight?"

Sailor Moon bit her lip nervously. She glanced back at Chibiusa who was fearfully staring at Rubeus. There weren't many options...

Rubeus snapped his fingers and each of the unconscious Sailor Scouts re-appeared behind him, bound to the glass crosses.

~0~

"How are we ever going to find her around here?" Azula helplessly stared at the dozens of people walking down the streets. Luna and Artemis popped their heads from her bag to see what they were dealing with.

Mamoru was just a little up ahead, very focused on their search. His eyes bounced from one black-haired woman to the next. Azula nearly crashed into two people trying to catch up with him, and she was sure the cats were being jostled in her bag too.

"What does she look like at least?" Azula asked more questions that went unanswered. She sighed and broke into a sprint when Mamoru took a sudden turn down the block.

Suddenly, he broke into a full on run.

"WAIT!" Azula cried and tried her best to run after him despite getting scolded by people she was crashing into.

Mamoru had spotted a tall, black-haired girl who seemed to be watching every single thing around her with her head whipping in all the directions. It had to be Sailor Circe in a civilian form. All of a sudden she'd started to run and so Mamoru needed to follow her in order to get her.

He finally cornered her into an alleyway...or so he thought.

"You're following me," her raspy voice stated once the two were still. She turned around then, revealing some pale skin but shining black eyes. There was something twitchy about her, her fingers kept fiddling with each other. "Why?"

"I-I need your help, we need your help," Mamoru motioned he was coming in peace, raising his hands in the air. She tilted her head but even that was in pauses. Her eyes were blinking unusually fast too. "Are you alright?"

"How do you know about me?" she asked without any subtlety about her true form. It was as if...

"You know that I know about you?"

"You wouldn't follow a random person just because. You know me, you want something. I can feel it."

"Okay, fine," Mamoru thought this might be a little easier then if they could skip the whole introductions about secret identities. "I'm Endymion reincarnated—" her eyes stopped blinking for only a second in response, "—and your comrades and my friends need your help."

"Sailor Hemera," she blurted like it'd been a secret she'd been holding for ages. She flexed her hands repeatedly with no known desired action. "I felt her rage. I felt her power. It's what drove me to awaken."

"She's been taken by a powerful dark person and if you don't help them, they're going to get killed."

"There you are!" Azula came running in and stopped just beside Mamoru. Hands on her knees, she tried to catch her breath. Luna and Artemis jumped out of her bag, one over the other.

"Silver Milleniums," Circe gazed at the cats with wonder. "You've been reincarnated like Queen Nyx said you would be."

"It's her, then?" Azula pointed at the girl and took in a deep breath to finally get herself back in order.

"We need your help," Mamoru repeated to Circe. "We need to get on a spaceship that's protected by a barrier and God knows what else."

"I can't!" Circe exclaimed and bit her nails. "I-I have this power and I...it wants to explode! I can't..."

"Um, just to clarify," Azula raised a finger in the air, "you're holding the same excess powers that the previous Shadow Scouts have had?"

"Of course I would have. It was I who cast the sleeping spell."

Both Mamoru and Azula blinked at the revelation.

"You put Asteria and Siren to sleep?" asked Azula after a moment of silence.

"Queen Nyx ordered me to," Circe swallowed and balled her fists. "The energy inside me is bubbling...it needs to be released..."

"Release it then," Mamoru said, eyes raising to the sky. "But let's do it in a special spot..."

Circe followed his gaze to the sky and swallowed hard.

~ 0 ~

Sailor Moon cried out in pain when another of Rubeus' dark attacks blasted her against a wall. She summoned up her Moon Rod, even though her body ached terribly. "Moon...Princess...Halation!"

The golden wasps of energy were deflected with a swing of Rubeus' arm. He snapped his fingers and shut down the gravity in the room. Sailor Moon was pushed hard against the ground like something was weighing over her.

Chibiusa had plastered herself against a different wall. Her eyes fearfully flickered from Sailor Moon to Rubeus. The odds were not getting better. Rubeus shifted the gravity again so that Sailor Moon flew up to the ceiling. The blonde struggled to get her landing and glared at the laughing Rubeus. It was then that Chibiusa noticed the glowing Malefic Crystal at the other end of the room.

I wonder...She thought about an idea, a crazy idea...

But those happened all the time. Sometimes, they were crazy enough to work.

She started tiptoeing towards the Malefic Crystal...

"We're leaving Earth's orbit," Rubeus informed Sailor Moon in passing.

Sailor Moon reached out to the ceiling and used it to crawl like a spider would towards the nearest window. She gasped when she saw the deep darkness of space surrounding them. "Oh no..."

"Looks like you won't be escaping at all," Rubeus smirked. "I don't know how...but we will stop you!" Sailor Moon aimed her moon rod at him again, ready to try the attack with all its force.

Rubeus wouldn't take the chance. He killed the gravity and watched her crash face first onto the ground.

She was sure she'd just broken her nose right there. "Ow..." she gingerly touched her nose.

Chibiusa reached the glowing Malefic Crystal and took in a deep breath before wrapping her arms around it. The moment she came in contact with it, she felt the incredible pain shoot through. Her scream caused a momentary energy to flash on her forehead, but it only made Rubeus laugh.

"Well, at least now I'm certain you're the Rabbit." He thrust a hand forwards and slammed Sailor Moon into the wall again. "But let me just take care of this one first."

Sailor Moon readied herself to intake the attack but it would be damned if she would make it easy. Her Moon Rod met his dark energy and the two streams battled for dominance.

Chibiusa continued her own battle against the Malefic Crystal. The thing was just too heavy for her. And it hurt a lot. Her fingers were getting too numb from the pain. Were they beginning to slip? Oh no...she had to hold on...just a bit longer...

"Together now, Chibiusa!"

"Mamoru?" Chibiusa blinked at Tuxedo Mask beside her. He wrapped his arms around the crystal, along with hers, and started pulling the Crystal out.

Sailor Circe made her own presence known with an attack. "Magic sparkle venom!"

Rubeus didn't account for an attack from the side. His body rolled to a stop on the ground. "Who was that!?"

"A transcendental Guardian, I am the Guardian of Magic and Illusions - Sailor Circe!" The dark-haired girl had commanded authority despite her current frail-looking condition. Both Rubeus and Sailor Moon stared at her in awe. Sailor Circe twirled her staff and aimed its threatening sharp point at Rubeus. "You will pay for imprisoning my comrades and these Silver Milleniums! Feel the wrath of a Shadow Scout!" She let the bubbling energy inside her finally reach its climax and burst out of her like a crashing wave.

Rubeus was prepared to protect himself with his powers, but at that moment Chibiusa and Tuxedo Mask had successfully pulled out the Malefic Crystal and cut his source of power. "NOOOO!" he screamed at them but was soon engulfed in Sailor Circe's power.

Sailor Moon crawled towards her friends and ignored her injuries as best as she could. She didn't understand how Sailor Circe was found so quickly, nor how she and Tuxedo Mask had gotten on board but she was thankful they had.

Sailor Circe's power slowly died down, but the chaos it ensued afterwards was drastic. The ship rocked dangerously and sparks exploded from every corner. The responsible Scout fell to the floor, barely conscious.

"Circe!" Sailor Hemera cried first when she came to. She wobbled on her feet but she made it to her comrade.

"What's happening!?" Chibiusa fell into Tuxedo Mask's arms from the rockus of the ship. They pulled the Malefic Crystal out of its place, shouldn't that mean good things should be happening?

"You fools!" Rubeus laid crumpled on the floor, one hand over his abdomen. "The Malefic Crystal you pulled out controlled the ship! Thanks to your little witch friend over there, it went into overdrive. The ship's about to explode! And you're all going to die with me!"

"Can't Sailor Circe just teleport again?" Sailor Hemera shook her friend in question a bit.

Sailor Siren and Sailor Asteria rushed over to check on the eldest scout.

"She's too weak," Sailor Siren shook her head. "She used up all her excess energy anyways."

"Okay, but we can still do the Sailor Teleport," Sailor Venus pushed herself up on her feet.

"But Sailor Moon is still weak too," Sailor Mars reminded.

Sailor Moon shook her head. "I can do it," she assured. She stood tall and proud. "Let's hurry!"

The Sailor Scouts gathered in a circle with Chibiusa and Tuxedo Mask (holding Sailor Circe's unconscious form) in the middle.

Just minutes before the ship exploded with Rubeus, they teleported out.

~ 0 ~

It was dawn when the group re-appeared in the familiar streets of the Juuban district. Azula had waited for hours with Luna and Artemis, despite it being cold and dark out. None of them could bear to leave not knowing what became of their friends. She knew her sister would be furious for never coming home but when Azula saw her friends returning...it was well worth it.

"You're back!" she exclaimed and dashed forwards to give everyone hugs. She only stopped when she reached Sailor Siren and instead gave a little smile.

"And you're all okay!" Luna went scampering behind to see the group.

Artemis went directly into Venus' arms. "We were really worried!"

"What happened?" Azula stepped back to see what news she would get.

Chibiusa was the first to answer as she came practically bouncing to Azula. "I owned up to my mistake and I tried to fix it!"

Azula's smile was wide and fake. "And next time don't go putting yourself in danger just to prove my point!" Chibiusa still laughed. "Come here!" Azula pulled her into another hug. "I'm so glad you're all okay."

"Not all of us," Sailor Siren bitterly gazed upon her unconscious Leader. "She expelled too much energy..."

"She just needs to rest," Sailor Mercury reassured her. "We've seen it happen to you and Sailor Asteria."

"She took down Rubeus all on her own," Chibiusa told Azula in a rapid explanation. "She's just as powerful as she was in my home."

"We should get her to rest," Sailor Hemera said. "We'll take her back to our place where we can look after her."

Sailor Asteria cleared her throat suddenly and nervously looked at Sailor Moon. "Thank you...for coming to help us."

Sailor Moon was surprised by the sentiment but nonetheless smiled. "You're welcome."

Sailor Asteria then sent Sailor Siren a sharp glance, nodding to her to do the same. Sailor Siren rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Yeah, thanks," she took Sailor Circe from Tuxedo Mask and started on the way home.

"Really," Sailor Asteria smiled at the group, for the first time genuine, "thank you. We didn't deserve it and yet you still came. Maybe...my sister has better judgement than I have had."

Sailor Hemera smiled at her sister. "We'll see you guys later," she told the group and rushed off with Sailor Asteria.

"So...what exactly happened on that ship?" Azula asked the remainder after the girls were gone.

"Let's just say, Rubeus won't be coming back," Sailor Jupiter made a cutting motion across her neck.

Azula's eyes widened for a second before the shock wore off and was replaced with concern. "That leaves the question, doesn't it?" her friends hadn't understood what she meant right away and she really hated to be the one to take their momentary win away. "If Rubeus is gone, then...who's coming for us next?"

[a-drama-addict]

dont know if my ask got eaten again but JUST IN CASE i will resend it. If it didnt and you were just keeping it for a later moment instead imagine me posing a little fruitily in your inbox and leaving or something. Emira for the worldstate ask game with 2, 5, 7, 8, 9, 12, 13, 14, 15, 17, 19, 21, 25, 26!!!!

it didn't get eaten! But i will answer this one. YEAH EMIRA TIME!!!!!! [ask game]

2. are they skilled in The Grand Game?

NOPE! this girl has 0 political skill, it's a wonder she had allies at all during the Blight. She is a good smooth talker but GODS THE GAME WOULD KILL HER!!!

5. attitude towards the Chantry?

Positive-ish. She respects the chantry, she was raised Andrastian and has spent time reading every book on the subject. She's more critical of the chantry at time, but overall thinks it can serve a good purpose.

7. if they had to choose one person most important to them, who would that be?

Oh Leliana for sure. Emira 'Not to be a lesbian but oh my god' Tabris loves her wife to death. They are extremely fucking insufferable and i love them. Leli and Em have a really really strong bond, neither of them do relationships casually. And while Emira definitely has friends that mean a shit ton to her as well, no one really tops Leliana. (Leliana tops Emira if anything-- [gets shot])

8. who do they hate the most, and do they have an arch-nemesis?

Loghain was definitely her arch-nemesis, but the person she hates the most even far long after the fact is Vaughan. Don't think that needs an explanation. She'd kill him ten times over if she could.

9. what is their love language? 

Hmmm she is a sucker for physical touch. Casually leaning on someone, hugs, kisses, sex, she's pretty big on it. She likes being physically close to those she loves.

12. attitude towards Mabari?

BEST DOG BREED EVER FERELDEN FOREVER RAHHHH

13. their thoughts on the Grey Warden order?

Meh. It's fine, she doesn't like being a Warden, but she does feel good about what she's doing. She thinks it's a good order, just wishes she didn't have to be part of it.

14. who are they closest to from their family?

Shianni!!!!! The cousin ever!! they've been close since they were kids, and even get matching tattoos when older. they're very close. And they definitely are one of each other's best friends.

15. preferred weapon of choice?

DAGGERS!! SWISH SWISH KACHOW

17. what were they like as a child?

Pretty calm and well-behaved generally, but she definitely had a snark. She also really liked scrapping, she used to wrestle with Adaia a whole lot, and she definitely enjoyed being active. Active and calm kid generally

19. are they afraid of death?

No, but she is afraid of how she'd die. The calling terrifies her, the act of dying in battle terrifies her. Dying scares her, death itself doesn't.

21. what is their biggest regret?

Hm. Probably not being able to live the life she wanted to live. Part of her regrets the mere fact that she had to become a Warden, even if it ended up being a choice that led to meeting the best people she knows. She can't shake the feeling of wrongness from it at times.

25. what did they plan for their life to look like before the events of the game happened?

Emira thought she'd get married off to Nelaros, maybe have a child or two. (She's a lesbian but.. well she can do that if she must.) She'd probably just stay in the alienage with her family, raise a couple of kids, and just... live a pretty mundane life. She would've loved to get a dog though.

26. do they get a happy ending?

MAYBE. If she's found a cure to the calling, then yes. She'd live in lesbian heaven with her pope wife. Otherwise she's definitely dead in like DA:TV. OOPSIES

[helptheheart]

What is up, my guy. 0-0 So... A little life update. I don't remember if I already said this or not, but you know how H stabbed someone? I found out why, ad it was just literally something dumb. Some guy tried to mug him and his sister, so he stabbed the guy; the guy didn't die or anything and I was told that the guy dying wasn't like H's end goal. Anyway enough about that deadbeat whore. and on to some other whores.

SO. Its coming up to christmans, and the yule has just passed. With Christmas being in like lietteraly 2 days as Im typung this out. Yesterday, the pub I work at, had a little staff party, where we just drank the open kegs and open bottles of wine, so none of it went off or went sour over the two weeks were away for the holidays. So during that I had a few pints of our cass ale bitter. It was okay, and like it says on the tin. Bitter. I will list the drinks I had at work now bc from then on I was just stealing other peoples drinks. So I had: -2 pintes bitter ale -1 half pint of rosé -1 half pine mimosa -1 half pint of a IPA -like a quarter (shared the half pinte with someone) of larger. -1 tequila shot. Thats what I drank at work-. At this point I was probably a little more than drunk, but I have been told I hold myself together pretty well while Im drunk. ANYWAY. So its all the staff in the pub after the days done talking drinking laughing having fun and all that good stuff. A director, of the pub stopps by to drink with us. And From what I saw he had like 1 pint, but he was tripping over his own breath so Im assuming he had something to drink somewhere else. Im standing there minding my own business, and he stands next to me, I say stands this man could not keep still, he was like ACC looking like some seaweed bc the way he was swaying. And he started talking to me, Youknow Im cool with that, I sort of know who this guy is, I know he's high up in this company that Im working for and stuff so I humore him. and then one of the waitresses asked him, if we could do shots, I jokingly said no, but he took it for some reason as like I acc didn't want to do them. so he made me give like a fucking PEEL REEL speech as to why I think we should have those shots. the whole time he was touching my ass..... I don't know if I've said how old I am, but I am 18. this man was alteast in his late 30 early 40s. Just gonna let that sink in, cause what the fuck

Anyway thank god for the people around me cause two people noticed. One of the managers, my female manager that I don't ACC like like put her arm around my shoulders and I was like are you hugging me? and she said yeah. I don't hug this woman, bc like I just don't like her, but Im seeing a new light bc I see now that she is if not anything but a girls girl. Cause she hugged me and took me away from that Mr director man, so hed stop touching me. and then he kinda followed me around the room. I went and stood next to one of the biggest guys there, like ACC big, he works out all the time, and he's tall. Told him, he said he saw and that he and my female manager talked about it and that's why she hugged me and pulled me away from that man. But this guy would fucking leave me alone. he just stood there staring at me like an intrusive thought, with not a singular thought behind his eyes cause all of the blood needed for him to form a singular thought was in his dick. Im not sure if I mentioned my little work crush on my little chef. Yeah, so I just stood around him, bc well 1 were the same age and id have more to talk about with him than I would some of the other people there. and 2 Mr ominous thought the pedo was lurking behind me. So. I told lil chef and he agreed to stay around me. Which we love. Soon enough litterly all of the male staff members knew, bc turns out me exectuve man touch every female person there. apart from one of the only two female chefs that was there. So we all end up leaving the pub and go to, this pub, club mash up ig. called Beef licker I think. On the way there, all the chefs were yelling. "Where's executive, pedo." and asking everyone "where the pedo is"

Acctually made me laugh. so I walk with my arm linked with my lil chef. were walking were talking were having fun. Little time skip were in the pub/club. there's loud music and were all dancing, Im dancing with lil chef. and you know, the Dj see's at least two people of colour fucking shit up and bussing it down on the dance floor, they throw in a few carabean and Spanish songs, which if you know anything about any music, know that these are the songs of my people, and my people are the masters of winning and dirty dancing. I am caibaian, and the other coloured person is a Spanish guy. so were there fucking shit up anyway in a circle of white boys doing white body dances. Eventualy I go outside for a smoke. Lil chef comes out too, and we uses u coat as a blanket cause is like an XXXL men's jacket off temu. So, we talk while were sitting on the floor out side the pub/club snuggling together for warmth under my jacket. Imma say this rn. and probably go on for another half hour bout it but JUST KNOW I GOT GAME. bc He kissed me, and we ended up making out for a little. A little context about my face. I have snake bites. and I wear horse shoe rings for the jewellery. so yeah. After a while some of our friends come out and I pull a way and UK try to make it look like he wasn't just devouring my face like he was trying to undo my peircings with his tongue. Eventually the friends go back in, and were alone again. I mumble something like, do you like my lips better with or without my pircings,,. so I turn them upsidown and we make out a little more, he said he likes it better with them and I tell him he's gotta turn them back up for me, he does. then out friends come back out, they go back in bal bal bal. same shit again and again for like maybe an hour. me and lil chef make out, our friends come out we stop they go in we keep going. Now I'm just say this. I got a cocktail from the place we were at, only because it came with a duck. like a little bath duck. I got the duck and Igot the drink. the drink it was okay 10/10 would drink again. but I ended up losing the duck asking for another one and then finding my first one. I put both of them in my bra. so this little adlib was nessaserry cause. lil chef squeezed my boob a little and it like sqweeked...

I then put my hand down my shirt and pull out two yellow rubber ducks from the depths of my barely there b cup tits. I gave him a duck. the other one went back into my bra. But you know he said something that I'm still thinking about. We made out then we stopped for a little bit and just kinda cuddled into each other. and he said. and I quote. "You know this cant go any where right?" and ofc I was like why? he said "Cause, I'm just a boy, and we lead girls on, and I don't want to lead you on. Im sorry." and ofc I was like well why are we making out them if you don't want to lead me on. and atp I'm like pretty sure this guy knows I have a little crush on him. and again he just apologised and said "Im just a boy, and I don't mean to do it"

eventualy i get over that, and were taking a little more, and so he's leaving Saturday just passed was his last day being someone I work with. We talk a little more, he asked me to be hims 'work girlfriend' I ask what does that entail and he said making out in the toilets after shift. I was like yeah okay, but I'm more of a work wife kinda gyal. he said I skipped a few steps but I was now his work wife. but I sednt him a text after I got home. and was like, why don't you stay at the pub, like I cant be a work wife if we don't work together, then I'm just wife. time skip I wake up the next morning. as hung over as it gets for me, which is I'm just tired and super dizzy and thirsty. so I drink some water and go back to sleep wake up still dizzy but not like a lot. still a little dizzy typing this. but its like half 8 now. at 5 he responded to my text and was like no<3 I'm not gonna do that sos.and then asked if I wanted to go over to his. Atp its five Im literally just laying in bed, its not that late, sure its darker than the devils prostate outside, but its still like an okay time for me to be out. I wait a little bit so I can eat dinner then I'm like oh by the way where the fuck do you live. and then he says his mum came home and now he has to go out with family. and he's done this twice now. like invited me over and the flaked. So idk if he just invites me over bc he has balls at the moment and them if I go yeah sure give me a little bit and then lmk where the fuck I'm supposed to rock up to, and then he flakes bc its getting a little too real? But like I said before Im asexual so its not like Im getting blue balled or anything like. If I were to be in a relationship with him, we would really only be doing this bc he wanted to, UK like ofc id say no if I just wasn't feeling it but like you know, like he'd be the one to initiate every time. I personally just want cuddles and to feel like someone ACC loves me and values me. some one that isn't my family. bc my friends have been kinda crummby lately and Ive done a lot of emotional baking. Ive made so many cookies and loafs of bread for the past two weeks

But yeah no. I just want to be cuddled and just one made to feel a little special to someone, that doesn't 'accidently' hit me in the hed with his bong multiple times. oH I almost forgot, back to the i got game part. I made of with a different guy I work with. in a photo booth. I told one guy I'm like besties with that I lips two people and told him who they were and he sent me a vn being like "Im super impressed like u lipsed two of the most attractive guys that work(/ed) with us like u got game." and I was like bbg ikrrrrrrrr. But anyway that's all from me for now. Happy yule tide, merry Christmas, happy hanica and an happy holidays and I hope everyone is blessed with health and prosperity for the rest ofwhat little we have of 2024 and has the best 2025 they possibly can. (xoxo gossip girl)

[burr-ell]

Honestly, imodna would be a good ship if the shippers/stans weren’t so damn insufferable. I also hate how they act like they are already canon and you can’t ship Imogen or Laudna with anyone else in the group. People got so mad when the conversation in the dust storm happened with Ashton and Laudna because people thought they were flirting. Or when on the first episode of 4 sided dive Marisha asked Robbie if Dorian’s crush was on Imogen, people got so mad at that! I also hate that they call them lesbians when THEY HAVE BOTH EXPRESSED HAVING FEELINGS FOR BOYS! Why can’t they be bi? Or Pan? I also hate how people read into Laura’s micro expressions/ movements, like last episode with the whole leaning shit “oh what was that lean Laura?!! Imogen wanted to kiss Laudna because look at Laura’s lean!” I dread the day that Imogen or Laudna fall in love with someone that’s not each other(especially if that person is a man.) because Marisha and Laura will harassed and hated because they didn’t give the people what they wanted.

oof. that's some frustration you really needed to vent, nonnie, and honestly i get it. full disclosure—my mutuals who are into imo/dna are all lovely, and none of them engage in this behavior. if imo/dna becomes canon, i'll be happy for (and potentially even happy with) fans like that. but enough shippers are doing things like this that it's becoming more and more of a source of frustration and friction as the campaign goes on.

i think a lot of fandom—in general, not just cr—still doesn't want to acknowledge that at the end of the day, they are looking at things like shippers, with a particular kind of confirmation bias. it doesn't make them necessarily wrong or right, but as easy as it can be to get swept up in it, i think it's important to take a step back every once in awhile and re-evaluate.

now admittedly, generally speaking, it takes a lot for me to get really invested in a ship; i usually only have one or two per fandom, even fandoms with tons of characters. i'm generally pretty passive about most ships if it's not the otp; like, vax/leth and pike/lan, for example, didn't need to be romantic endgame for me to enjoy CR1 (and honestly might have been more interesting to me if they hadn't), but perc/ahlia absolutely made the show for me and i honestly think them being together actively strengthens the narrative as a whole.

i say all that to say that for the most part, i very much consider myself to be along for the ride with respect to most relationships in most fandoms. if such-and-such pairing happens, great; if they don't, okay. and with CR in particular, it's such a long-form medium that i know going in that any romance is going to take a while, and most of them probably won't just reach out and grab me.

and as such, it absolutely baffles me to have seen shippers insisting, from the moment the characters first appeared in episode 1, that not only are imogen and laudna canon endgame, they're basically already together and just haven't admitted it yet. i feel this way about dor/ym and callow/moore as well—i saw a post making the rounds that claimed that all three of those ships are "not canon YET but let's be real" and like...why would you set yourself up for disappointment like that? because yeah! all three of those ships could be endgame! but they could also not be endgame. we're less than 40 episodes into a campaign that'll probably run well into the 100s.

i also fully agree with you re: the microexpressions and the cherrypicking, and i feel like a microcosm of this issue can be found in a conversation imogen has with orym early on—shippers latched onto the fact that imogen compares laudna's thoughts to music, something that finally brought her peace after the chaos of the world around her, and completely ignored the part immediately after where imogen says that the rest of the party also feels like that to her. i didn't even know that imogen said that about the whole party until i watched the episode, and to me it's an example of how shippers tend to warp canon interactions to suit a particular narrative in such a way that they become almost entirely divorced from their context.

and from the outside looking in, what confuses me about this sort of thing is like...didn't y'all already go through this? because if my understanding is correct, c2 ship discourse was full to the brim with beau/jes and wido/jest fans dissecting "laura's microexpressions" to prove that jester was for sure in love with our fave, really you guys we swear...and then not only was that not true, but jester also didn't even know about beau or caleb's feelings to acknowledge them at all, and from the actual words that came out of laura's mouth in various OOC moments like on TM, laura just...really really wanted to romance her husband's character in her dnd game and like, that's it. there was never going to be another romantic option for jester as long as fjord was on the table, and that was something that shippers always should have been taking into account.

laudna and imogen are canonically deeply important to each other. they love and appreciate each other very much. that love and appreciation could turn into a lovely romance with a great dynamic, and i certainly don't blame people for being invested in it. but it also could not be romantic endgame, and they remain friends or even get with other people. and as you said, fandom can and will turn nasty about their ships being sunk; we've already seen it happen. there's a certain smug, entitled undercurrent from that particular corner that i have very little patience with, and while i think there's something to be said for deciding to enjoy things in spite of the fandom and just be a cranky old curmudgeon shooing the wank out with a broom, i also understand the response of just "...aight, imma head out".

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

okay! So my idea was that after the incident with the monkey bomb and after she was adopted by silco, powder felt alone and sometimes she just walked trough zaun by herself. And one day she found reader rummaging through the trash for fabrics (because she likes to do her own clothes let's say) and she reminded powder of herself, so after seeing her some more times after that powder decided to talk to her and then they become inseparable and IDK it's like some chaotic teenage romance where they do dumb stuff together like sneak into piltover or get themselves into jail accidentally, whatever you can think of

This was definitely longer than I thought, feel free to change anything you want!

(hello! So sorry this sucks but I had a major headache and felt like writing! Anyways, the idea for the booth/carnival came from @spice-bunny0-0 ! Enjoy!)

Never Again...Maybe

So, this is what boring feels like.

Powder almost huffed, well, Jinx, did. Powder was getting used to the name Jinx for now, but mainly went by Powder.

It was just how it was at this moment.

She trudged along the streets of the Undercity, looking around for anything, anything at all, to do.

But there was nothing.

Before the…incident, Powder never felt truly bored.

There was always something to do, bug Mylo, hang out with Vi, bug Mylo with Claggor, or hang out with Ekko.

But…they weren't around, so she couldn't do any of that.

She didn't like the goons Silco hired that much, sure they were nice to her, but they had to be.

Unless they wanted the "big boss" to cut off a hand.

One of the perks of being taken in as a daughter by the Eye of Zaun.

Just as she was about to go back to the Last Drop, she stopped walking abruptly as a piece of metal hit her boot.

Powder tilted her head, curiously picking the scrap metal off the ground and examining it in her hand.

It was a piece to the others of the bombs she home-made, one she has been looking for.

With a small smile, she tucked it into her holster pocket before hearing more metal clicking and…shuffling?

It was coming from the alleyway, so as curious as she was, she followed the sound.

To her surprise, she found a kid around her age.

You were leaning over the dumpster, so much that your only body part visibly was your legs as you leaned down and tossed whatever you apparently didn't need out of the way.

"Come on…come on…aha!" Powder tilted her head confused, not moving as you exclaimed and quickly leaned back over onto your feet.

You held a spool of…fabric?

It wasn't ugly or in terrible condition, so much that even Jinx would take and use it for her clothes.

But now, Powder was in control. And Powder was curious.

You smiled, turning around quickly to leave with your treasure before jumping as you saw Powder standing almost right behind you.

"Oh! Hello…?" You asked, tilting your head as you held your find to your chest.

"What are you doing?" Powder cut quickly, not meaning to be rude but it came out like that.

"Oh, just finding fabric." You shrugged, like it was the most simple thing in the world.

"Why?" Powder asked, walking in unison with you as you left the alley.

"I make use of them for my clothes! I like making them." You smiled in pride, Powder now taking the time to look you up and down.

Your outfit was actually quite pretty, or more grand than you would find in the Undercity.

It was good for a home-made outfit.

"Those aren't from down here?" Powder asked, touching more fancy parts on your shirt.

"Yeah, they're not. I went Topside to get them." You smiled in pride, proud of the fact that you had gotten them in the first place.

"You did?!" Powder asked, her curiosity at an all time high at your almost bravery to sneak past enforcers up there.

Not that they scared her much anymore.

"Uh-huh! Now, I gotta go-" You broke the news, almost sad that you had to leave your almost new friend behind.

But you were cut off as Powder was suddenly In Front of you with a smile holding your wrist carefully but with a grip hard enough to keep you in place.

"I like you." Powder revealed, you raised a brow but laughed at her bluntness.

"I like you too." You shrugged, matching her smile as you adjusted your grip on your fabric.

"That's good." Powder nodded happily, before it faded ever so slightly.

"Because you don't have a choice." 

From the way she said it, it almost looked innocent, in fact, it did.

You were so surprised you thought you heard it wrong.

"Huh- woah!" You were tugged harshly by Powder, the girl suddenly having the energy to run and avoid bumping into others on the Undercity streets.

Powder was almost giddy, you reminded her of herself.

And with that, came an opportunity for a new friend for herself.

And she would not let it slip away.

~~

The days with Jinx turned into months, which turned into years. 

You and her were inseparable, you didn't live with her. But to your surprise, Silco liked you, or tolerated you.

You kept Jinx happy. And a happy Jinx was always good.

You and Jinx grew up together practically, never leaving one side from the other.

When one walked by the other was soon to follow, jumping over each other and making a giggling, pink and blue mess wherever you guys went.

But Jinx's favorite thing to do was sneak around.

Sneaking around Topside, in fact.

So that's how you ended up here now, in a flee from the Enforcers Topside with a giggling Jinx practically being carried on your back.

~~

"You sure this is a good idea, J.J?" You asked, laughing at her "disguise".

She was hard not to spot though, wherever Jinx went was a firecracker waiting to happen.

Her hair along with her outfit was always noticeable in a room.

But now, she had a coat so big that it almost covered her entire body, her hair pinned up with a hat on while wearing sunglasses.

It's not that she couldn't go Topside wearing "normal" clothes, but Jinx is Jinx. She did things the way she wanted.

"Of course it is! You got the balloons?" Jinx asked, tipping her sunglasses as you almost laughed once again before nodding.

"Perfect! Let's go!"

"You sure Silco will bail us out?"

"...Yeah, sure!"

~~

You and Jinx were in the middle of a carnival, being pushed around by Topsiders as you both looked through shops' windows and booths for what you needed.

Jinx had run out of crayons, oil crayons and paint for her doodles, so she needed more.

But she hated the ones down below, they broke easily or were flat out ugly ass colors.

So she resorted to having Sevika getting them imported, but Sevika was on some away mission and Jinx didn't care enough to have others do it.

Sevika got the right colors, and only Sevika, she may be an ass but she's good at picking out crayons for kids.

"What about those?" You asked, pointing out some oil crayons to Jinx.

She picked them up, humming occasionally before she nodded.

She stuffed her hand into her pocket, trying to grab enough money for the price but turns out, yal spent it when buying else and your fabrics.

"Shit." Jinx cursed under her breath, she had to pay, you said so yourself.

You didn't want to be thrown into a jail cell on Monday, so she resorted to paying.

She didn't want to upset you and you be mad at her, no, no.

But, there was no choice in this. Especially since this was practically the only booth with her paints and crayons she actually needed.

"Hey, (Name)? We're out." Jinx broke bluntly, her giggle almost escaping once she saw you grimace.

"Really? Again?" You asked, feeling the oncoming headache and preparing yourself from what is about to happen.

"Yup. Sorry, you're up." Jinx smirked, you couldn't get another word in before she slipped away to get her paints.

"Really?! Ugh, fine." You sighed, preparing yourself and putting on your best fake smile before you walked over to the booth owner.

"Hello! Could you tell me about these crayons? They're…fascinating…?" You questioned, almost giving yourself away but the booth owner didn't notice.

"I would love too! You see these one's…" The booth owner's voice drowned out as you absent mindedly nodded, glancing back at Jinx as she stuffed her jacket pockets.

This went on for almost three minutes, the booth owner finally following your eyes to Jinx just as she stuffed another box in her pockets.

"Hey!" The booth owner yelled, alerting enforcers and people standing by.

"Put those back!" The enraged man yelled, going to stomp over but stopped as you pulled him back.

"Sorry for this." You winced, the man confused before you popped a balloon of paint onto his head.

You quickly ran to Jinx as the girl was giggling madly, grabbing her hand and yanking her just as enforcers made it to the booth.

The mad booth owner wiped paint from his face, yelling and pointing to you two as you booked it, running into citizens but pushing them out the way.

Enforcers yelled for you to stop, but you couldn't with Jinx on your back and the promise of not going to jail today.

"We're not doing this again!"

"That's what you think! This is fun!"