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there-must-be-a-lock · 4 years ago

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Daisies

Sam Winchester x Harry Styles

Word Count: ~1330

Warnings: All the fluff. Recreational drug use. Dean snark.

A/N: Rockstar AU, continued. You don’t really need to read Handshake to enjoy this, but it’s basically a follow-up. Pure silly fun. I blame it on @fookinghelljensensthighs.

Dean claps and whistles as Greta Van Fleet file offstage with one last wave. He doesn’t want the set to stop; it’s been a long time since he’s been able to hang out in the pit at a show with any sort of anonymity.

He could’ve been watching from sidestage, up in the artists-only bleachers, but where’s the fun in that?

Dean’s gotta hand it to the kid, the “disguises” he’d suggested are surprisingly effective. Dean feels utterly ridiculous with a bandanna over his mouth, like some sort of fuckin’ Old West bandit, but it did help with the dust all day, and between that and a low-angled hat, he hasn’t gotten more than a few double-takes. Harry, in his blue wig, massive sunglasses, and long skirt, didn’t draw so much as a second glance when they were walking around yesterday. Trust the former boy band member to know how to get around unnoticed.

Speaking of, better get back to them before they decide to go on an adventure, or (worse) before the kid manages to talk Sammy into another fuckin’ genius idea like the Silly String Incident of 4am yesterday. It’s almost sunset; he’s pretty sure Harry turns into a pumpkin when you get him wet after dark. Something like that, anyway.

About four months ago, this ostentatiously pretty dude showed up on the doorstep of the Winchesters’ Nashville house, toting a fucking Gucci overnight bag, and he just… stayed. It’s become normal to come downstairs for coffee and find an international pop star helping himself to Dean’s favorite cereal, absent-mindedly singing Prince songs while decked out in a silk kimono and a leather collar. Dean’s life is weird.

Sammy’s been smiling a whole lot lately, though… the real, big, brilliant smiles that Dean didn’t see enough of, for a while.

They had a few rough years, getting the band started; they’ve had their ups and downs, and sometimes Dean feels guilty for dragging Sam all around the country in a van when this music thing wasn’t really his dream to begin with. Then Dad died, and Dean might’ve been drinking too much, and Cas almost quit when they were recording the first album, and it was touch and go there, for a while. It felt like Sam grew up too fast. He grew up before he was ready, always trying to be the responsible one, the peacekeeper, always working so hard to live up to what he thought Dean expected of him.

Anyway. Anything that makes Sam smile like that is fine in Dean’s book.

He makes his way past the VIP checkpoint and into artist camping, and he spots Harry and Sam from a distance. They’re right where he left them, thank fuck, sprawled out on a blanket under some trees in a relatively private clearing near the parked tour bus.

Sam’s sprawled, at least. He’s lying back with his head on Harry’s lap, and… oh dear god he’s wearing a flower crown. Dean stops dead in his tracks, blinks, and rubs his eyes, as if that might change what he’s seeing. No such luck.

It’s not some fuckin’ Coachella fake flower bullshit, either. Sam’s got an honest-to-fuck daisy chain around his head, and as Dean gets closer, he realizes Harry’s currently braiding more flowers into Sam’s hair. There’s a fuckin’ piece of grass in there, too. A florist just moved in and set up shop on his head.

“Hey, Timberlake,” Dean barks, trying to make his voice come out stern instead of soft and embarrassingly fond.

Harry looks up as Dean approaches and declares lazily, “If it isn’t my favorite Dean-Bean.”

“Did you pop down to Rivendell while I was out? Who’s the elf queen?” Dean snarks, and Sam finally tilts his head to look at Dean and give him a floppy-armed sort of wave and a goofy grin.

“Dean! You’re back!” he says, with way more excitement than Dean thinks his ninety-minute absence really warranted. “Check out this sunset!”

Dean glances up, to where the sky is just beginning to turn vaguely peach-ish, and looks back down at Sam, who’s now holding his own hands up in front of his face and examining them with a seriously enraptured stare.

Harry, meanwhile, is looking up at Dean with the world’s most innocent, dimpled, picture-perfect, squeaky-clean, teen-mag grin, the grin that means he’d probably be in a lot of trouble right now if he wasn’t Harry fuckin’ Styles. Dean raises an eyebrow. The kid bats his goddamn eyelashes, like butter wouldn’t melt in his goddamn mouth.

“I wasn’t even gone for two fuckin’ hours,” Dean grumbles. He sits down on the blanket next to them and looks down resignedly at his brother’s spaced-out grin. “What’d you do to him? Mushrooms again?”

“What do I look like, some sort of drug pusher?” Harry says mournfully, managing to look wounded for exactly two seconds.

Dean rolls his eyes. “No, you look like a stray teenybopper wearing his grandma’s clothes.”

The impish smile returns with a vengeance. “Just a bit of LSD. D’you want some?”

Dean sighs and looks down at his little brother. “How ya doin’, Sammy?”

“Pretty fucking fantastic, actually,” Sam says, and then dissolves into laughter for no apparent reason, rubbing his cheek against Harry’s thigh (the paisley velvet pants he’s wearing do look pretty soft, to be fair) like some overgrown cat.

Harry’s already pulling a bit of tinfoil out of the pocket of his cardigan and unfolding it.

“I dunno, he’s never done this before, what if…” Dean hedges.

Sam flails upright, refolding his long limbs to sit cross-legged, and reaches out to grab one of Dean’s hands with both of his.

“Dean,” he says, painfully earnest, eyes huge and pleading. “Please do this with me? I’m having so much fun, and I want you to have so much fun. With me. Us. Fun. You know? I just want you to see how amazing these trees are right now!”

“If you think those trees are cool, just you wait til we find some music,” Harry says, leaning in conspiratorially, draping himself over Sam’s back and clinging like a drunken octopus, as he tends to do. “Don’t worry, Dean-Bean, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

The combined power of their dimples could probably melt steel beams, and that’s before you take into account the puppy-eyes. Dean just rolls his eyes and opens his mouth, and Harry cackles with slightly alarming glee as he places a tiny square of cardstock on the tip of Dean’s tongue.

“Down the rabbit hole, I guess,” Dean says, smiling in spite of himself at the childish joy on Sam’s face.

“Right,” Harry says decisively. “Time to gear up and find some fun.” He scrambles to his feet, pulling Sam up after him, and Dean follows.

They only make it a couple steps before Sam side-swipes him into a gigantic bear hug. Dean returns it bemusedly at first, but after a second he relaxes into it, giving Sam a squeeze.

“I love you, Dean,” Sam mumbles, and he’s doing that sincere thing again when he pulls back, his expression open and honest in a way that Dean knows shouldn’t make him quite so uncomfortable.

“You’re on drugs and there’s a fuckin’ shrubbery in your hair, it’s real hard to take you seriously right now,” Dean grumbles, trying to ignore the lump in his throat. “But… I love you too.”

Sam laughs and slings an arm around Harry’s shoulders, and the two of them start quoting the Knights of Ni at each other as they walk unsteadily down the path. Dean doesn’t mind that they’re a few steps ahead of him. It gives him a second to wipe his eyes.

It’s still new, this version of Sammy, the one who hugs Dean for no reason and says “I love you” without thinking twice. He’s just been happier, these last four months.

Dean thinks he could get used to seeing his brother smile like that.

More in this ‘verse over HERE!

#sam winchester fic #harry styles fic #sam winchester x harry styles #ridiculous crack pairing that makes me happy

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himbowelsh · 4 years ago

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Oh!!! Please tell us more about Renée and Babe being holy terrors together!!! 🤩❤❤❤

alright, so i’m gonna hit you with a nebulously-modern au, for... y’know, obvious reasons that definitely don’t include anyone getting blown up.

Gene’s oddly reluctant to introduce Renee to the rest of his friends at first. It’s nothing to do with her, and nothing to do with them (well, not really --- no one can cause havoc in a public place quite like the Easy boys, and he’s not sure Renee’s ever even seen a keg-stand, let alone witnessed Lewis Nixon almost break his back doing one.)

It’s him. He’s the problem. Gene prefers his life in sections, neatly contained and kept private; he doesn’t talk much about his friends to his family, prefers not to talk about his family to his friends, and keeps his med school acquaintances separate from his college ones. Renee falls squarely into the “work friend” category, albeit a very close friend, and he’d like to keep her that way.

Except... Spina. The obvious problem is Spina.

To be fair, Gene and Renee meet Spina in their Cardiovascular Anatomy class before he lands anywhere near Gene’s other acquaintances. He’s a work friend... but sometime over spring break, he ends up meeting Bill Guarnere, and a week later is fully integrated into the Easy circle. Everyone likes Spina, because it’s impossible not to like Spina. When Spina greets Gene at the bar that first night, at least five guys clap him on the back and demand to know why he didn’t introduce Spina to them all sooner.

This. This is why. Suddenly Spina’s having silly string battles and trying to make sm’ores over a lighter flame in Babe Heffron’s instagram stories, and he’s been... adopted. Taken in. Which is great for Spina, but Gene is surprised by how occasionally bitter he feels about it.

Spina was his friend first, damn it.

Renee’s got her own circle of friends, who she occasionally invites back to the apartment for girls’ nights. (Gene stays in his room to avoid getting flirted with, and survives very well with his trusts earbuds.) Other than this, she’s a model roommate. Gene never invites his own friends back to their house, because frankly... he’s just not on that level with any of them. Renee is the person he’s closest to in the world, save his family, and he doesn’t want to jeopardize that by... by...

Well, he has no idea what would happen, but the idea of losing Renee terrifies him.

Renee eventually picks up on this because Renee is annoyingly perceptive and also a great friend. At some point, rather than let Gene’s weird hang-up go on, she calls Spina.

At their next night out, Spina shows up with Renee in tow, and introduces her to the rest of the Easy Co crew. The rest is history.

She meets the majority of Gene’s friends that night. They were all aware that Doc had friends in school, and of course that he had a roommate --- but learning that Doc’s living with a beautiful girl? Who he isn’t dating? There’s panic! at the disco.

Renee gets along best with the quieter members of the group, like Lipton, Grant, and Shifty; she’s amused by Talbert’s flirting, and easily keeps up with Malarkey, Muck, and Penkala’s banter.

In short... Renee fits in great.

Gene is having Spina war flashbacks.

He doesn’t love this. He doesn’t... enjoy having his best friend meet all his rowdy, wild friends --- who he’s very fond of, of course, but it just feels strange. He spends most of the night with his head down; if he had a few drinks, he’d be able to loosen up, but can barely finish a glass.

Babe is right by his side (because for some reason, Babe’s just like that, great at breaking down his walls even if Gene doesn’t know why or how). He tries to keep the mood up by gently teasing Gene, but even he falls in love with Renee.

Actually --- especially he. Babe loves Renee, and that’s obvious from the get-go. Their senses of humors bounce off of one another like firecrackers; they both have equally broad, uninhibited, crooked grins when they’re happy, and Babe makes Renee laugh louder than anyone in the room. They’re a dangerous combination, but Gene can’t do anything about it. By the time he and Renee leave that night, she’s got twenty new contacts in her phone, including Babe’s.

She and Renee text all. the. time.

The worst part is, Gene doesn’t love it, so they try to be subtle around him! Like, Renee will casually tuck her phone away if he walks into the room, and that’s how he knows she was texting Babe; or Babe will laugh at something, and when Gene asks he’ll fumble over his words (you know, like a liar, because Babe can’t fib to save his life) and claim Bill just sent him something dumb. Gene knows. Gene absolutely knows.

Then one day Babe pops up on Renee’s instagram stories. They’re doing goddamn yoga together.

They’re yoga buddies.

It goes further!! They post videos of themselves dancing, because of course they’re both great dancers; Babe films himself telling Renée a joke while she’s drinking a milkshake, and making her laugh so hard it comes out her nose. Renée still calls Gene “Eugene” --- she’s called him that for as long as they’ve known each other, she’s the only one who calls him that --- but Babe is “Babe”.

They post a Snapchat video of them using goofy filters, and Renée pecks Babe on the cheek. Gene wants to die.

It gets to the point where he’s basically convinced his two best friends are dating. Neither of them will admit to it, but they spend so much time around each other, and get along so well... clearly they’re just trying to spare his feelings.

(He doesn’t know why it leaves such a sour feeling in the pit of his stomach.)

Renée hangs out with the rest of the Easy boys often enough; she spends a lot of time with Spina, and slowly integrates along the outskirts of their group. Almost all the boys love her, but clearly she and Babe have something... special.

He tries, god help him, but Gene can’t hide how it bothers him.

Eventually, Renée sits down with him, and actually broaches the topic. With the help of a little wine and a lot of sympathy, Gene finally unloads everything that’s been bothering him. Renée manages to hold back her smile until the end.

She and Babe... are not dating. God, no. Babe’s not interested in her that way; actually, she knows for a fact that Babe is interested in Gene. She doesn’t say this, of course, and focuses on putting Gene’s fears at ease. “No, Babe and I are not... we’re friends, Eugene. Nothing more. Very good friends, and happy that way.”

It’s a weight off Gene’s chest --- especially since after that, Renée and Babe actually go out of their way to include him in more things. (No, Renée’s not trying to work some matchmaking magic, thank you.) He feels better. It’s still a weird adjustment, having Renée be close with his friends, but... it’s kind of nice too.

(On one of Renée‘s girls nights, Babe shows up with champagne. Gene stays in his room, and doesn’t dare ask.)

#lyselkatz #renee lemaire #headcanons #my writing #i hope you like lol #this is a fun dynamic to think about!!

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aarcanefool · 5 years ago

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apprentice april asks 1

Decided to fill out these really awesome questions for my boy. They probably don’t all line up with some of my older posts/his about page, it’s been a while since I’ve worked on him... Anyway. I was 100% inspired to fill this out after reading about @waitforawonder ‘s wonderful Meleena

under the cut cause it got long

1. The Basics. What is your character’s name? How old are they? How tall are they? Skin color? Eye color? Hair color? Gender identification?

His name is Taliesin Reece.

He’s about a year and half younger than Asra. I thiiink that puts him at about 23-25 depending on headcanons/math/etc.

He’s 5’3. Fair complexion, has freckles. He has sectoral heterochromia in both eyes, dark teal and brown.

Taliesin is a transgender man.

2. Love Interest. Who does your character love? What attracted them to that particular LI?

I use Taliesin to play all the routes, but ultimately, I think Julian is his main. Though, I’ve been close to writing myself an AU with Taliesin/Julian/Asra

He was initially drawn to Julian’s adventurousness, and his extroversion and openness that made Taliesin feel comfortable (even under the odd circumstances of their meetings). He loves how much Julian cares, how smart the man is, his humor, his knowledge and passion.

3. Familiar. Does your character have a familiar? How did they meet?

At the moment, he does not have a familiar, I might change that someday. But for now, he loves animals, and he loves doting on the other’s familiars.

4. Hobbies. What kinds of things does your character like to do for fun?

Taliesin has a few hobbies, mostly things to keep busy if he’s stuck at home. He likes to sing, or at the very least hum, and he mostly does that while he’s alone, whether he’s just working or just wanting to fill the silence. He also likes to bake, nothing fancy, but usually sweet, likes to bake for others, it’s his go-to for gifts and such.

5. Hidden talents. Is there something neat that your character can do? Tie a cherry stem into a knot with their tongue? Say any word backwards perfectly?

Well, he has a habit of getting lost, but he’s kind of like a homing pigeon in the sense that he will almost ALWAYS find himself back where he started or somewhere else familiar.

6. Magical talents. Is there a specific type of magic that your character excels at? Any magic they aren’t so great at? Or do they actually shy away from magic altogether?

He’s very comfortable with his magic, I think spending time with Asra got him over any fears he might’ve felt there. Fire-related magic comes most naturally to him, and he’s learned to control it so he won’t hurt himself or others. Healing magic is something he has to work the hardest at.

7. Interaction. How does your character typically interact with people?

Initially he comes off very shy, a little awkward, annnnd maybe like he can’t wait to be anywhere but talking to the person he’s talking to. But he usually warms up eventually. He’s usually more of a listener than a talker, tries to be as positive as possible, might land him in the category of annoyingly optimistic/ignoring very real problems for some people. He cares very deeply, and that usually shows through in his actions as well as his words.

8. Romance. What is something that your character and their LI love to do together? How do they show affection?

He’s very physically affectionate – he likes to hold hands/link arms or cuddle or even just lean against his S/O. Though honestly, he’s cuddly with his friends as well. He also is a big fan of acts of services, usually bringing his S/O snacks or something to drink, or maybe just tidying up for them, or combine the two and wash/comb their hair.

In general, any hobbies he can share, he will share. Traveling? Yes, definitively. Singing together. Baking together.

(yes these are reversed, no I won’t fix it)

9. Travel. Does your character like to travel outside of Vesuvia? How often? For how long? What kinds of things do they do away from home?

Oh he loves it. He’s not really a homebody, so any sort of adventure, even if it’s just wandering around the forest for a while is fun for him. Post-game, Taliesin and Julian spend a lot of time away from the city. I like to think he’d start joining Asra on his journey’s as well.

10. WTF. Has anything just…weird ever happened to your character? Something that made them stop and go “What just happened?!”

*gestures vaguely to the plot*?

That aside, he has a few incidents where his magic would grant him glimpses of the past (I really like the idea of the apprentice having a talent for psychometry, it just seems neat). Most of the time, it was too vague to really understand, and left him confused and light-headed with a headache.

He also had a vague memory from his childhood when he fell into the sea, he remembers the waves dragging him down, but he doesn’t remember how he made it back to shore.

11. Crime. Has your character ever been arrested? If so, what did they do? Have they ever helped stop a crime?

No, nope. Unfortunately, Taliesin has had a very clean slate with the law.

As for stopping crimes… well, he usually minds his business, but if someone was trying to hurt someone else, he likes to think he’d be the type to do something about it.

12. Secrets. What is a secret that your character has? Are they in line for the throne in a far off land? Was there this one time at band camp…? Are they secretly involved in an assassin’s guild?

He’s an open book! ...well, sort of, he doesn’t have much lurking beneath the surface, but he can be a bit of a liar, usually about his well-being, just doesn’t want people to worry about him.

13. Overcompensation. Is there something that your character just HAS to do better than anyone else? Or are they just that dang good without trying? If they see someone else showing off, what is their kneejerk reaction?

Well, he really doesn’t like coming off like he doesn’t know anything, so he’s a bitt defensive, tends to stockpile facts about the world if he can. He gets really embarrassed if he’s “caught” not knowing something, even if it’s not necessarily common knowledge.

Depends on what they’re showing off, but he doesn’t really assume they’re trying to show someone else up (he’s optimistic like that), so he’s likely to show support for whatever their skills are, as long as it’s not making him look the fool.

14. Fight Club. Is your character a good fighter? What kind of skills do they have?

Not really, he’s more likely to create a shield, and try to reason and/or scare them off with fire magic if he ends up in a fight. I just wanted one oc that wasn’t stabbing people all the time okay

15. The Arts. Is your character a creative type? What kinds of things can they create? Can they act? Street perform?

Aside from the singing and baking mentioned above, not so much, and he really prefers to keep those to himself, or only share when he’s really close. So, I guess he is creative but not so much visually?

16. Goofy. Is your character a clown? Do they like to make people laugh?

He tries, not often and not well, but he tries. Usually the effort (making bad puns, cracking up half way through a punch-line, etc.) earns a laugh, and while its not his go to way to cheer someone up, he considers it worth trying.

17. Language. Is your character multilingual? How many languages do they speak? Do they have an accent? Is it sexy? Is it silly? Do they have a multilingual lisp?

He is multilingual – Vesuvian, the language of his homeland which is Irish Gaelic, no his name does not fit with that in the slightest, and No, I don’t know where this place is, not sure it fits on the map that was in the art book… its fine, And Vesuvian Sign Language. As for an accent, I’ve thought about it and I have no idea other than I really want him to have one that isn’t American.

18. Embarrassment. What is something really embarrassing that your character has done/said?

In general… he’s always been a bit clumsy. Head in the clouds type of person. But, hey, everyone’s tripped over their own feet now and again. Not everyone has tried telekinesis and almost succeeded but brought an entire shelf down with the thing they were trying to move. Not everyone has done that twice.

19. Memory. Has your character gotten any of their memory back? If so, what? Did it change them?

He has not, at least nothing full. He gets little glimpses; faces he thinks he recognizes, the tune of a song he used to sing, places he can’t remember but remembers the way it smelled or the feeling of snow on his face. While sometimes he worries that there’s still some part of him that’s fundamentally missing, he’s happy with who he is now. He’s made a life for himself, has people he cares for.

20. Family. Talk about your character’s family. Who were they?

He grew up sort of split between two households. His father died when he was very young or possibly before he was born not sure which works better, and his mother disappeared shortly after, leaving Taliesin with her parents. They weren’t exactly nobility, but what they lacked in titles they made up for in land. He spent his early years with them, but his grandparents were growing older and didn’t have time for an adventurous youngster, especially when his magical abilities began manifesting.

His father’s family was more attuned with magics, most of them practicing some type or another. They traveled more often, and when Taliesin’s aunt set out for Vesuvia, he joined her along with some of his cousins, to help with the shop and learn magic from her.

#wow i missed talking about him #oc: taliesin #apprenticeapril

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ca-3 · 6 years ago

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Just a random question but do you have any SakuMahi hc to maybe share?

oh man, where do I even start…? I have so many random hcs and aus and all that. SakuMahi is my Special Interest™ 😂 But I’ll just go with the canonverse based ones!

HEADS UP I MIGHT BE PUTTING SOME MANGA SPOILERS HERE!

So I think it’s a common belief with many SakuMahi fans that Sakuya developed feelings for Mahiru almost right away. You know, the whole “Just from that simple outstretched hand and his voice, I thought… ‘Oh, I want to be this guy’s friend.” But to me? I don’t think Sakuya truly realized his feelings for Mahiru until after the rooftop scene.

The reason why I think that is all based on how Sakuya’s life has been up until now. We all know, Sakuya growing up in a abusive home and losing the last person he loved(his older sister) at a young age. Sakuya probably hasn’t known much love, care and especially trust for a very long time. (He has Tsubaki now yes. But like I said once before, Tsubaki may care about his subclass like his own family, it’s one of the things I like about Tsubaki. But he isn’t exactly the best role model for Sakuya either unfortunately….)

It also doesn’t seem like Sakuya had many other friends growing up as far as we know. ;; (I imagined Sakuya was much more shyer and submissive as a human.) So I think Sakuya didn’t actually truly understand his feelings until this point ^^^^^ Just seeing how much Mahiru would still call him a friend and even risk his life here, after all the horrible things he did and even said just to get Mahiru to hate him and so it would be easier to let him go. Like it’s no wonder he cried twice. It was probably the first time Sakuya has shown his vulnerable side to someone in a long time, at least that’s what I believe AAAAAAAAA

That whole wrist band scene? You know. The part they didn’t have to make super gay but they totally did lol

My headcanon for that is that Sakuya picked out the black and white one with stripes on purpose. Cause its similar to his striped shirts he wears almost all the time. So I bet he did that so Mahiru would think of him whenever he see it.❤ I know its cheesy but I like this one ahahaha

Many think Sakuya’s “class clown” personality was all fake or just solely made up because he was afraid Mahiru wouldn’t like his real personality… But honestly? I think Mahiru just naturally brings out that happy/goofy side in Sakuya!!! 💚💚💚 Cause there are quite a few times where Sakuya is shown to be that happy or goofy. Even if it’s only around Mahiru. Sakuya showed Mahiru his real smile already too. ;w; and Sakuya has shown that kind of smile and happiness just thinking about the mere memories of Mahiru. JUST THE WAY SAKUYA SMILES WITH MAHIRU. IT KILLS ME. Plus, the other many many official arts where Sakuya is only smiling cause he’s next to Mahiru? I don’t know I think Strike is trying to tell us something lol

also as for the acting silly thing it’s mostly in the bonuses, drama cds, and even OVAs but Sakuya is always grouchy or calm around most others but only as soon as Mahiru is around he’s talking and acting like this: WHICH IS MY FAVORITE THING. I JUST LOVE HOW HAPPY MAHIRU MAKES SAKUYA FEEL. KJKFJLASJAJKLSJFA

just ignores everyone else and Tsubaki yelling at him to run up to Mahiru. 😂 Also he basically asked Mahiru to run away with him here lolol

This scene also give me a slight hc that Sakuya likes to dance… or at least wishes to dance with Mahiru someday… but I guess in this case it was sing with Mahiru cause he thinks they should run off and start a band lmao

This is more of a personal story thought rather than a total ship headcanon but it has to do with Sakuya and Mahiru. It’s about Sakuya’s conflicted loyalty between Tsubaki and Mahiru. I get why Sakuya is conflicted between the two but… it’s kind of ridiculous because of all obvious hints that Sakuyu favors Mahiru’s side. Sakuya has always been silently rooting for Mahiru to win. SAKUYA HAS STRAIGHT UP “BETRAYED” HIS OWN SIDE MULTIPLE TIMES FOR MAHIRU’S SAKE.

JUST. SAKUYA COME ON. I THINK WE KNOW WHAT SIDE OF THIS “WAR” YOU’RE ACTUALLY FAVORING HERE. I love Sakuya a lot, but so much of his character is indeed super frustrating for this reason.

Sakuya’s obvious choice should be Mahiru. In fact, Sakuya shouldn’t even have to feel like he has to choose? Because Mahiru’s goal isn’t to even kill Tsubaki, but rather stop him and talk to him to help fix the broken Servamp family. Tsubaki even said, that no matter who betrays him on Team Melancholy he wouldn’t betray them.

Honestly, I think if Tsubaki truly cared about his subclass… if he just saw how much Sakuya stood by Mahiru and how they both just want this to all stop… maybe it would help change Tsubaki’s mind? That’s a hope. But I think Sakuya has a hard time choosing because even he doesn’t know what Tsubaki is up to. “Tsubaki-san is searching, but he still doesn’t know what the key is. It might be revenge. It might be something even more terrifying.“, “The War is a way to find the key.” “…What is he looking for?”

All Sakuya knows is that Tsubaki is “searching” for something and this war is just his round about way of finding it. I think… Sakuya is afraid of what the answer will be… or Sakuya might be worried that if he does join the side with Mahiru, it’ll put him in even more danger than he’s already in. He doesn’t know how Tsubaki would truly feel or react, or even worse the rest of Team Melancholy not taking too kindly to his decision either.

Tsubaki told his subclass to go free now. Why did Sakuya run away and follow Tsubaki? Could be because he’s too afraid to face Mahiru again after all that’s happened… or maybe he’s afraid of what Tsubaki is planning to do by himself.

Am I saying Sakuya might be doing that to indirectly protect Mahiru? I don’t know, it’s just a small maybe. But Sakuya also might just think he doesn’t deserve to be around Mahiru at all. ;w; So that’s why he continues to run.

If Sakuya does ever join the Servamp Team, I’d like to imagine that he starts out just kinda always lingering around Mahiru the whole time. Mostly because he’s anti-social anyways 😂 and Mahiru is the only one he truly knows there. But also cause he feels like the others won’t accept him as easily. He did attack quite a few of them bother whether it was orders or not. But I know for a fact Mahiru would encourage Sakuya to open up to others and make friends who aren’t just him. FFF Now Sakuya and Misono can be friends like Mahiru orignally wanted. “Now you can finally apologize to Misono!” “You aren’t going to make this easy, are you?” FFFFFFFFFFFF

For real, that’s part of the reason I love SakuMahi so much. Because of how good of an influence Mahiru would be on Sakuya. Doesn’t matter if it’s in a romantic or platonic sense for me. Mahiru wouldn’t let Sakuya be only attached to him. Mahiru would want Sakuya to learn to let others in. He would want Sakuya to know that him and Tsubaki are not all he has. That he can make his own decisions and that he is free now. He doesn’t have to worry about being hurt like that again…

Imagining them actually slowly getting into a relationship is really cute~ but I feel like Sakuya would be a nervous wreck all the time at first. Just “Oh god… this is actually happening now… what do I do?” Remembers the iconic “Sakkun” moment. If Sakuya can’t even handle Mahiru calling him a simple cute nickname how could Sakuya ever initiate a first kiss or anything like that? It would definitely take Sakuya some time to get used to being loved in such a way and being comfortable enough to even kiss Mahiru back. 😂 Mahiru being “well if you won’t do it I will!” probably 85% of the time.

hdhkasljdaf I could write so many more here but this post is long enough already. Maybe I’ll add more later. Or if anyone is ever curious again I’ll share more. lol

Thanks for asking, I love asks about them~ 💚❤💚❤💚

#ca3 asks #sakumahi #mahisaku #anon #servamp #kinda ended up with theories rather than hcs but hey they're about the same for me usually

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whitewolfbumble · 6 years ago

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Of Gods & Goddesses - Chapter Five

A Modern & Fluffy Greek Mythology AU with Bucky x Reader

Summary: The connection was immediate and the mystery behind Bucky Barnes ran deeper and deadlier than you thought. Falling in love has never been this complicated, for a goddess or otherwise. A modern reimagining of Hades and Persephone, with Bucky the God of Spring and you the Goddess of the Underworld.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (aka God!Bucky x Goddess!Reader, Persephone!Bucky x Hades!Reader)

Warnings: So much fluff. Nothing else.

Word Count: 3.5k

MY MASTERLIST // OF GODS & GODDESSES MASTERLIST // CHAPTER FOUR

A haze of sleep clung to you as the morning broke, dreamy and slow. You could never stand the bright and intrusive morning sun of Thor’s realm. Too bright, too much, too fast.

With eyes closed, you shimmied down in a cushy bed and puffy duvet, your head smushed into the cloud of pillows. You might start your days early, but that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy lingering in bed for a time.

You took a deep breath as you yawned, catching a note of something in the air. Your brows pulled together just slightly as one eye cracked open to inspect whatever that unfamiliar nagging was.

When you saw it, the events of last night came flooding back in a snap.

Placed carefully on the pillow beside you was one flower crown, withered and brittle. The beautiful little thing was long past dead now but the sweetness it carried lasted long beyond its life, hovering in the air around you. At seeing the flower crown you remember the personification of that sweet and soft ideation had stayed the night.

That thought was enough to spur your movements into high gear, throwing back the covers and running barefoot to your closet.

Did he sleep well? Did he regret coming here? Maybe he called someone to get him in the night? No, you would have been notified by Veronica of that. Or what Cerberus changed his mind about the newcomer? What if--

As fast as your mind rushed through a thousand questions, you brushed out your bedhead and searched through your closet for something to wear. The contents of your closet were high-end and generally understated. It was a sea of rich, luxurious fabrics in deep colours for all occasions, from the most exclusive black tie affairs to padding around your home with a pint of ice cream.

Though your day-to-day fair was perhaps not as over the top as some of the other goddesses, you didn’t need them to be. The others dressed in flashy, overdone outfits in order to pretend to look better and therefore be better than everyone else.

You were the Goddess of the Underworld and Riches. What did you care what lesser gods thought?

… Though, there was one in your home at that very minute whose opinion you rather cared about.

Immediately your mind launched into another wave of questions, half concerned and half with a fringe of almost giddiness. For so long before last night you had wanted to see him, to have him close and all to yourself. Now he was really here, and you couldn’t help but feel a thread of excitement at that, even if it was paired with that apprehensive foreboding too.

The calm interior of your home rather did not match your subtly nervous energy as you ventured out of your room to find Bucky. It was quiet and still and just as it should be. No signs of a guest or sound echoing down the halls at all.

You walked to his room first, knocking on the door and waiting for a reply. None came. Even after slowly peeking in, you saw nothing but a dim emptiness inside.

Room by room you wandered into, expecting to turn a corner and see the god, warm smile caught on his lip and that enraptured look in his blue eyes.

A moment in the hallway gave you pause, having you teetering on the edge of asking Veronica where he was.

… But what if he had actually left?

Your heart skipped a beat, not wanting confirmation of that.

But a thought struck you as you considered where he would want to go first. The place a God of Spring would be drawn to if he found himself here in the Underworld. There wasn’t really a lot of options, so you let your feet carry you to the spot you should have gone to in the first place.

It was a garden, enclosed in the walls of the house with dark green and manicured vegetation, some sprouting jeweled-coloured flowers of navy and deep violet. Others were a ghostly blue or soft grey. It was set surrounding a dark pool with grey-flecked granite surrounding the deep water.

Leave it to a God of Spring to find the only garden here, a large open space filled with nature and growth calling him.

And leave it to Cerberus to abandon his post to find Bucky.

The pair were on the ground on a pile of leaf-looking things, Bucky leaning against Cerberus’s side, absently scratching and talking to the beast, though you couldn’t catch the words just yet as you approached through one of the several archways. You couldn’t help but pause, leaning a hip against a column and watching the scene in front of you, not sure whether you should laugh or roll your eyes.

The teal looking leaves they sat on looked like delicate little pillows, growing in huge patches under one rather impressively goofy looking Cerberus. He was laying on his side, mouth open in what could only be described as a smile, tongue hanging out in that silly looking way dogs do.

Well, what you once thought most dogs did except your Cerberus.

“What is this? Canine catnip?” you called out, making your presence known and stepping onto the lush grass underfoot.

“Lamb’s Ear,” he said easily. His smile had been a content one there alone with Cerberus, but when he caught sight of you the warmth in it grew tenfold. You didn’t know how, but it lit him up with that glow of his, a moonbeam shine in the pale morning. “They’re basically furry leaves and not a bad bed in a situation.”

“Sleeping on a bed of Lamb’s Ears,” you mumbled, hand on your hip as you watched the pair fondly. “Gods, ‘Berus must be in heaven.”

Bucky stood, brushing himself off and was not shy in stepping right up to you. He was a picture of ease, with his blue eyes like soft rippling pools and a crooked grin looking pleased in the white-grey morning light.

”Good morning, by the way,” he said quietly when he reached you.

“Good morning yourself,” you replied, having a hard time not replying to his smile with your own, despite your best efforts. “I see you found the garden here alright?”

You began walking down the small black granite path, Bucky stepping in pace with your meandering stroll. You tried our best not to purposely brush your knuckles against his as you walked together too much. The fact was you had wanted to hold him in your bed last night, so you could hardly berate yourself for this mere touch this morning. Either way, you could feel the now becoming familiar heat he drove in you stirring up again. And the more it happened, the more you enjoyed it.

“It’s impressive, I haven’t seen any of these before,” He walked up to vine wrapping itself around a large pine, whose lowest branches grew far above your heads. A small plum colored bloom grew in its shade and gingerly he touched the petals, his fingers not so much as bruising a single one.

“Not too many have,” you said with a shrug, pulling off a nearby leaf and twirling it absently in your fingers. “We don’t get a lot of visitors here.”

“Why not? It’s a little grey out but nothing spooky like some gods make it out to be,” He moved out from under the pine and back beside you, looking skyward.

“I think it’s a combination of things,” you said, trying not to chuckle at the naivete of the god. “The atmosphere, myself, and the rules generally forbidding so kinda don’t work in the favour of tourists looking for a good time.”

“Why the rules?” he asked.

You tucked your hair behind your ear, taking a breath and answering lightly but seriously.

“To prevent interference,” you said. “I mean if I have to boil it down to the bare minimum I suppose. There are a lot of people here we can’t risk getting out. It isn’t safe for living beings here anyways and we don’t want them caught up in this. This realm isn’t conducive to life. That’s kinda in the description.”

“I’ve been caught up in this and I’ve been doing just fine,” he said leaning into you with a smile as you both walked on, flowers and vines silently growing in the wake of your footsteps.

You couldn’t tell if he was being cheeky or smug. Whatever it was fanned that flame which burned in your chest and down to your soul. You couldn’t place why you loved him being so free and comfortable, both here and with you. Or maybe you could, you just didn’t want to admit it to yourself. Not if it meant confronting why you shouldn’t love it.

“Yeah, well, chalk that up to the grace of the one ruling this realm,” you said, poking him in the shoulder, matching his smugness.

He laughed a breathy kind of chuckle, the good-natured kind. Pure and heartwarming. The desire to reach out and touch him, to connect with him again like you did last night just about overwhelmed you. Your dwindling self-control only just won out.

You didn’t lose. Not wars, not arguments, not over protecting a careful balance of this realm.

But gods, you could feel yourself fast losing the battle against the feelings that Bucky brought up in you. It was the feeling of fall with no way to catch yourself or slow down. It was exhilarating and terrifying and completely new. Again, you shouldn’t love it, but you found more and more you did.

“And just as I’m not exactly at my peak outside the Underworld, so the other gods not bound here aren’t as powerful,” you pointed out. “I’m sure you’ve noticed you aren’t exactly the all-powerful Mr. Spring when you’re here.”

“Y/N” he said, stopping and putting hands on his hips. “I’m the God of Spring; there’s going to be spring if I say so. That’s kind of the gig.”

You smiled, narrowing your eyes and stepping closer, closing the distance and tilting your chin up to him. You poked him in the chest, under the watchful gaze of those bright eyes of his.

“I don’t think so, Bucko,” you said, that self-assured smugness making another appearance. “Not in my realm. That’s kind of my gig. My realm, my rules.”

While you spoke neither of you realized what was happening underfoot, that the vines and flowers trailing and blooming behind you overtook you both. So in your retreat, you hadn’t noticed them growing and twisting, wrapping around your shoes and tripping you as you stepped back.

You jerked in surprise, Bucky catching you immediately as you stumbled back, a firm metal arm around your waist and warm hand grabbing yours.

“Are you trying to kill me in my own garden?” you said with a shaky breath. “I can guarantee you that’s not going to work out for you Bucky, all things considered.”

Your chest knocked into his as fast breathing filled your lungs, more than a bit surprised at the shock and flustered by his quick closeness. And he wasn’t letting go, bringing your hand to rest just over his heart. Maybe it was just in your head, but you could have sworn you felt his heart beat as fast as yours was.

“No, I swear! I’m sorry,” But holding you he didn’t look all too sorry, gaze intent and grip firm around you. “I’m still not in control of it yet. But I’d never hurt you, I swear.”

“Oh really? So if we were to kiss I wouldn’t be impaled by a petunia?” you said sarcastically, face flushed with heat the second the words were out of your mouth.

Instantly you tried to lean back, eyes looking anywhere but him and trying to gulp down the rock suddenly somehow lodged in your throat.

Oh gods, why had you even gone there of all place?!

Had he even thought of kissing you? Would he want to? Or maybe he was afraid of getting the life sucked out of him. Gods, how many times had you heard that joke before, whispered between nymphs and the like.

“Wait, what?” he asked taken off guard just as much as you were by your own question. He leaned forward in response to you leaning away, his eyes on your lips and distinct flush spreading on his face, probably matching your own. “No… no, I wouldn’t do that.”

“Well,” you said taking in a gulp of air and trying to straighten up, a cue for Bucky to let go. He didn’t though, holding you fast. “Better not risk it.”

“Well, I think we better,” he said emphatically, pulling you in. You had no choice now but to look straight into his eyes, so close to you could see every one of the million shades of blue in his eyes. It was a galaxy of sapphires and cobalts and ceruleans, endless and divine.

“Why’s that?” you asked, lips almost touching his. The question came out guarded and quiet, thinly veiling your curiosity at his reply, momentarily overriding your embarrassment.

He looked off to the distance a moment, struggling for the words. Eventually, he settled to look back at your lips.

“Because I want too,” he said after a moment, shoulders relaxing as though a burden had been lifted. “I really, really do.”

You tried to move your hand out from his, if only half-heartedly. Gods, you wanted this- wanted him- more than you wanted anything, but that just didn’t change reality. And pragmatic as always you couldn’t just ignore that.

“Listen,” you started, for reasons you could only barely grasp onto in the moment. “We just… We can’t. We shouldn’t be doing this in the first place. You shouldn’t even be here. People will talk and it’s just… stuff like this just isn’t done.”

When he did release you, taking a step back and giving you space, you almost cringed at the lost connection and warmth. It was like a bone snapped somewhere in your soul, broken and intangible and hurting. You couldn’t pinpoint the pain, as in a flash it seemed to be everywhere.

You inhaled slowly, pushing down the pain and settling back into the suddenly apparent emptiness you must usually feel but hadn’t been aware of until this moment.

“Why would you care what people say?” Bucky asked in a challenge. It wasn’t angry or upset but held back, guarded and curious.

“You’re the God of Spring, Bucky,” you said obviously, as though you hadn’t said that what felt like a hundred times before. “I don’t think I need to point out that you’re not from this realm and I’m the ruler of it.”

“So what?” he said, leaning back with his arms crossed.

“So, we’re not…” You gestured between the pair of you, searching for the words. “Compatible, I guess. How could we be?”

Bucky laughed. Actually laughed. You stepped back at that, confusion spreading through you. What about any of this was funny to him?

“You’re not looking at this right, Y/N,” he said after settling down, his tone kind but still challenging.

“Please, all I do is analyze and look at things objectively,” you said rolling your eyes. You had the case files of countless souls and the balance of the entirety of this realm to prove it. “I am right in this, even if you don’t want to hear it or decide to laugh it off.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re skilled when it comes to the dead,” he said, hands back on his hips. “Not yourself or me. Not us.”

...There was an “us”? That fact that him saying that little word filled your heart internally while outwardly you were somewhat trying to end this was a telltale sign you probably weren’t cut out to be the one calling it quits.

You wanted a legitimate reason not to stop this. Something that would make sense of everything leading up to the moment since you first saw Bucky across the crowd and standing alone. Some clarifying reason to be drawn to him and want him, one that would outweigh the warning bells sounding because of how many rules you were breaking here.

Bucky wandered back under one of the large dark green pines, leaning leisurely back against the massive trunk, crossing his ankles and his arms. He stared pointedly at you, not yet ready to back down here.

“What is spring? To you. Describe it to me.”

You tried not to sigh, crossing your own arms and answering his question, which you figured would solve absolutely nothing.

“It’s new life,” you started. “It’s delicate flowers and gentle rains and growth and life and softness. It, in all respects, is the opposite of what I rule, what I do, who I’m charged with.”

You saw a hint of a smile on him before he spoke.

“You know, you’re wrong about that.”

“Oh,” you sighed, getting exasperated with not just getting to the point here. “Do tell, God of All Knowledge.”

He smiled broader, the cheeky bugger.

“Spring isn’t gentleness, Y/N. Not wholly anyways,” he said with a shrug. “It’s being beaten down by cold and winter and starting again. It’s renewal. And that means challenging frost and the death it brings with it. It’s balancing that fight, between gentle growth and harshness. It’s fighting the harsh with equal and greater measure, to bring about what needs to be done. To help bring balance to the seasons, to nature.”

That silenced you, jaw held shut as your mind began to turn.

“You really think we’re so incompatible?” he asked, standing straight and walking closer towards you. “That I’m so different from you underneath it all?”

He paused just in front of you with those kind eyes and voice and soul. Gods, you could feel yourself losing this battle.

“You really think,” he said quietly. Gently, with the same light touch his used to caress the petals of the flowers here in the garden, he brushed your hair behind your ears. A flower bloomed there, placed behind your ear too. “That I don't understand you and the supposed bad things you think come with you? That I don’t get harshness and balance and enduring the hard things that just won’t stay down? I do Y/N. I get it. All of it. Maybe in a different way, but you have to realize we’re not really so dissimilar here.”

His fingers trailed down along your jaw, feather-light like the softest drops of rain.

“I’m sure you think I’ll just wither away,” he continued, a small almost melancholy smile on his lips. “But you have to know that’s not true. I’m not that fragile, and you’re not that cruel.”

You could feel the ghost of his hand, hovering just above your waist. It would be so easy to lean into him. So easy to say the yes you wanted too. So easy to drop your role and responsibility to the wayside for one single moment.

Because you could see what he did. That draw, that magnetism you felt wasn’t so unfounded, wasn’t so wildly baseless. And in that moment, it was enough.

You hesitated, taking a long pause after his words just to breathe for a minute. But when you looked up to him, you had made your decision. Wordlessly you took that final step to close the distance between you, gently taking his hand in yours and holding it above your beating heart.

You saw the lines of his face melt from held concern to serene realization as you tilted your head up just so, waiting for him to meet his lips to yours.

And when he leaned down and kissed you, his lips pressing against yours in the gentlest way, time stopped.

It started off hesitant but wanting, growing into a thrilled need, as though the euphoria of your kiss would be taken away at any moment. He needed and succeeded to draw out every exquisite moment he could, just as blissfully desperate to take in as much of you as he was able. And you did the same, responding in kind and giving in to that feeling you had wanted to every moment you had spent with and apart from him.

It was the first sip of pure water after a lifetime in the desert. It was as warm as the sun heating you down to the most distant reaches of your soul. It sent chills down your spine deeper than any cold or ice could ever touch you. It was as soul shaking as thunder and as tranquil as the fragrance of lavender. His fingers on your skin were lighter than flower petals themselves, and his kiss grew deeper than any root.

You held him, hands caught in his hair as his were caught in yours, bodies tangling and melding together as vines and flowers wrapped around the both of you, binding you together in cascades of bright blooms, doomed to die long before this kiss was over.

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CHAPTER SIX

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sunnybugz · 6 years ago

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only fools

chapter: i

word count: 2115

authors note: hi losers, welcome to the first chapter of my new fanfic, it’s dianetti because i am dianetti trash. it’s also a highschool au because i am a teenager and do not know how the real word works. hope u like it!!! i will be posting it on ao3 once my account request finally comes back (by the end of this week!!) lets get to it i guess???

11:38 AM, Brooklyn Academy High cafeteria

Rosa sat at their lunch table, eating her sandwich. By their, she meant her the table that had belonged to her and her best friends since ninth grade. Her best friends being Jake Peralta, Amy Santiago, Charles Boyle, and of course, the one and only Gina Linetti. They were all so amazingly different yet fit together so well. Jake was the dark-haired, brown-eyed, absolutely hilarious (and absolutely childish at times) boy sitting at the top right of their table. He was a total idiot a lot of the time, but was amazing at solving puzzles and problems. He also had an intense love for Die Hard and drinks that were the colour blue. Amy, however, was the beautiful, smart and organized Cuban girl sitting across from Rosa. She was so put together all the time, but was also really goofy and cute when not under watch from everyone else. Her favourite things in the world were probably binders, essays, and her boyfriend, Jake. Charles was the brown-haired, clumsy, goofball who sat beside Amy. He was a total dork who was far too obsessed with his friends relationships, but was truly the most kind and caring person any of them have met in their entire life. He loved to cook too, and often brought some weird food that he made the night before for all of them to try (which often ended terribly, but they were thankful for the effort). And then there was Gina Linetti. Gina was gorgeous, with auburn hair and blue eyes, and she was a lot shorter than Rosa. She was silly and sarcastic and treated herself like she was the queen of the world (which she basically was in Rosa’s eyes). She also cared about her friends more than anything in the world (other than maybe her phone).

The group hadn’t always been as close as they were now though. Jake and Gina had been best friends probably since birth, because their families were super close. Charles and Jake became best friends in the third grade after being assigned desk partners and realizing they were an amazing team when it came to cheating on spelling tests. Amy had come along in seventh grade, when she moved to their area and became part of their class. Rosa joined the gang in the middle of grade eight, when she was new at their school and Gina was the only one who would actually come up to her despite her scary exterior. From then on, they had been a power team, and probably one of the closest, drama free friend groups in their entire high school. They supported each other through everything (even in tenth grade when Amy made the idiotic decision to date Teddy Wells, and to get over his enormous crush on her, Jake dated Sophia Perez. They realized it was stupid and started dating within a few months). It was nice to just have people who genuinely loved Rosa for who she was, even if that person was an angry, bisexual, all-black-wearing, eighteen year old girl.

It was in that moment when Rosa realized she had been spacing out for the past 45 seconds.

“Hello? I know my girlfriend is hot but there’s no need to stare,” Jake teases while throwing a french fry at Rosa’s head. She rolls her eyes and throws it back.

“Yeah, Rosa, I’m totally the one you should be staring at right now, I mean, look at me!” Gina joins in. At this one, unlike Jake’s teasing, Rosa feels her face heat up. If she had been consciously staring, it definitely would have been at Gina. Of course, she would never say that out loud. Nobody could ever know about her top-secret crush on the auburn haired dancer. Except unknown to Rosa, literally everyone knew except for Gina. Jake and Amy had placed a $20 bet on whether Rosa would ask her out by Valentine’s day. Jake thought Rosa totally would, because she’s been obsessed with her since like, eighth grade, but Amy thought that if Rosa still hasn’t made a move after four and a half years, what would all of a sudden compel her to do so? Charles would always ‘accidentally’ make situations where the two of them ended up alone, but instead of ending up with them confessing their undying love for each other and then promptly making out like everyone hoped it would, it would always end with Rosa stumbling over her words when Gina did or said something cute (re: every five seconds). Rosa thought she was an amazing secret keeper, but it turns out Gina was just oblivious to the rest of the world when she wasn’t being mentioned.

Before Rosa could answer, the bell rang. Everyone quickly got up to race to their next class. “Want me to walk you to class?” asked Gina.

“Gina, it’s English. We’re in the same class. We literally sit beside each other.” Rosa said.

“Fine! I guess I’ll walk alone!” Gina said dramatically. Rosa smiled a huge, dorky smile that she didn’t do for anyone other than Gina.

“I never said I wanted that,” Rosa laughed. Gina turned back to her, smiling her cute smile that Rosa saw in her dreams every night without fail.

“Proven again, Gina Linetti is absolutely irresistible to the ladies!”, Gina said far too loudly.

She isn’t wrong, though, Rosa thought.

2:34 PM, Brooklyn Academy High

The rest of the school day goes by quite uneventfully. Everyone is anticipating the end of the day, when casting in the spring musical comes out. Their schools musicals are written every year by an ex-student at their school, Terry Jeffords. They’ve always been love stories, and Jake and Amy have respectively played the lead male and female every year without fail. This year though, that won’t happen. Mainly because it’s a musical about homophobia, and if Jake and Amy were playing lesbians, the school would have a lot of issues to figure out. However, there is a specific someone who also auditioned for the girlfriend of the character Rosa auditioned for. Rosa auditioned to play Lola, the female lead, a lesbian who has recently come out at her Catholic school and is threatened with expulsion, and Gina auditioned for the role of June, Lola’s girlfriend who is yet to come out. However, Rosa doesn’t think she could ever get the part. Gina will almost 100% get June, but there was a bunch of girls going for the part of Lola. Not as many as there usually are for the lead role (most girls weren’t up to playing a lesbian), but still a fair amount.

When 2:40 finally comes, any drama kid races to the auditorium. They all sit in chairs, Rosa snagging a spot between Gina, who has decided to live stream the casting, and Amy, who is holding Jake’s hand tightly. They’re all on the edge of their seats waiting for Director Holt to come in and read the casting list. When he finally walks in at 2:46, the room goes silent.

“I know you’ve all been waiting for a week and a half since auditions, and I apologize for leaving you all to wonder. However, I now have the casting list, and I’m sure you would all like to hear it.” he says. Yes! Of course they want to hear it!

“I will be reading out the main cast. As you all know, any person not given a main role will be given a role as an extra,” Holt says. Rosa prays that isn’t referring to her. She’s never been an extra, but from the sounds of it, it absolutely sucks. “First off, playing the role of Madam Wringer, the headmistress, will be Sophia Perez,” he reads. First announcement is quite awkward, as this means Jake will most likely have his ex-girlfriend as his co-star.

“The role of Lola’s brother, Henry, will be played by Charles Boyle,”. Yay for Charles! It’s no surprise he got the role, he’s a great actor and is good for both dramatic scenes and comedic relief.

“The role of Lola’s father will be played by none other than Jake Peralta,” reads Director Holt. No surprise there, Jake got the leading male.

“Lola’s mother will be played by Amy Santiago.”. Amy and Jake look at each other with heart eyes. Of course they’re playing a married couple.

“Finally, we’re onto our two leading lady roles. June, the girlfriend will be played by Gina Linetti, and finally, Lola will be played by Rosa Diaz.”

Gina turns to Rosa with her phone. “Babe, we’re girlfriends!”. Rosa freezes for a second before smiling hugely. She tries not to make it obvious the effect that the little pet name has on her, and if Gina notices, she doesn’t say anything.

Rosa is also in shock because she got the female lead! She’s never been the lead, as Amy has always scored the role. Gina ends her live stream with a “Bye, losers!”, and turns back to the group. “I say this calls for celebratory pizza!”. The group cheers, and all feel even happier knowing that they get to go to Sal’s pizza afterwords.

“Our first read through will be tomorrow after school, and we will be rehearsing daily. I expect us to start blocking soon, so you all must practice as often as you can,” Holt says. “I expect no nonsense with this production. You are all experienced actors, and you all know how a play works. Read over your scripts tonight!”. Once they all have their scripts, everyone heads out the door.

“Rosa, how does it feel to get the privilege of playing the love interest of someone as wonderful as me? I’ve never had the experience, please describe in detail.” Gina says, smirking. Rosa shakes her head and smiles.

“It’s wonderful Gina, but I think with the amount of love you have for yourself you wouldn’t have to ask,” Rosa retorts.

“It’s called confidence, bitch! Look it up!” Gina jokes, hitting Rosa lightly on the back of her head.

“Ooh, two lovebirds having a quarrel! Who will win, or will it end in a kiss?” Charles says. The two of them roll their eyes.

“We aren’t lovebirds, Charles! We aren’t even likebirds! We’re just… friendbirds! That’s right, they’re a real thing! You’ve just never heard of them!” Rosa defends.

“Yeah, Charles! Also, Rosa, I truly care about you but if you call me a bird again, I will not hesitate to throw you in front of a bus. I’m clearly a wolf.” Gina says. Rosa rolls her eyes.

“Okay, stop flirting, I want pizza!” Jake complains. Amy lets out a breathy laugh while shaking her head.

“We aren’t flirting!”, Gina and Rosa say in unison.

8:19 PM, Rosa Diaz’s Bedroom

Rosa is looking over her script for the first time, while lying in bed. She’s changed out of her black jeans, navy blue t-shirt, and leather jacket, and now wears flannel pyjama pants and a black tank top. She’s about halfway through the script, when she sees a line that catches her eye.

LOLA AND JUNE SHARE A SOFT, LOVING KISS

Rosa re-reads the line about five times to see if it’s right. Lo and behold, the line remains the same. Rosa feels giddy with nerves. She’s going to kiss Gina Linetti. For a play, but that means nothing to her. She doesn’t care what she’s doing it for, as long as she is kissing that girl. Rosa giggles - actually giggles- at the thought. Just then, she gets a text from Jake.

Jake: haha looks like sum1’s wishes are coming tru ;)

Rosa: shut up, jake. i’m totally not into her that way.

(Rosa is definitely into her that way)

Jake: okayyyy sure. explain y u look at her the way u do.

Rosa: how do i look at her?

Jake: like ur in loveeeee

Rosa: ugh, i am NOT in love. she’s just hot, ok??? i'm not one of those lovey-dovey freaks like u and amy

Jake: that’s what i said before i dated amy but ok

Rosa: no, u literally said ‘i would marry amy santiago without hesitation, whether that’s at a huge mansion or in an actual dumpster’

Jake: welp, u got me there.

Rosa rolls her eyes and shuts her phone off. She doesn’t have to tell people about her personal feelings. Emotions were gross, in her opinion. Unless they were emotions about Gina, which were absolutely amazing. However, those were secret feelings. Nobody is supposed to know about that.

That night, Rosa has some very good dreams about Gina Linetti.

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travellingwiththedead · 7 years ago

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Blame the random number generator for this. There're three here as options. Feel free to ignore two. 42x74: The Big Damn Kiss x Huddling for Warmth; 36x78: Text/Letter Fic x Above the Influence; 50x60: Arranged Marriage x Poorly Timed Confession. Pairing: Methos x AnyoneButDuncan (gen is A-OK).

Thank you so much for the ask. I actually laughed out loud at that “anyone but Duncan” bit xD

42x74: The Big Damn Kiss x Huddling for Warmth

So, gonna go with Methos/Alexa for this because feels. I mean you can’t tell me that everything went perfectly to plan on that around the world tour he took her on (is that “Postcards from Alexa” story in An Evening at Joe’s considered canon btw? Because that’s basically one way to answer this prompt, isn’t it? If you count a shared bath as huddling for warmth ;))

So anyway here’s this lovely, awkward pair of people who barely know each other. Methos is his most Adam Pierson adorably awkward self, trying to make the woman he fell head over heels in love with happy, make her last months perfect, and yet despite all his planning things go wrong.

There is Alexa who knows she’s going to die and has accepted the fact and didn’t expect anything remotely interesting to happen until the end. Who just wanted to keep on living life as she always has, when along comes this slightly goofy knight in a worn, too big trench coat (and without a horse) who wants to sweep her off her feet. And she’s reluctant and maybe a bit suspicious but then she thinks: “Why the hell not? What’s the worst that could happen? I’m gonna die anyway.” and she lets him.

And it could all be perfectly romantic and rose coloured but car tires don’t care for Methos’ plans and remote mountain roads in the Alps aren’t exactly the best places to be stranded. Especially not in winter. It’s not snowing, yet, but it’s still freezing outside and getting dark so they decide to wrap up in coats and blankets and wait until the morning to try and find help instead of traipsing off into the wilderness in the middle of the night and getting lost and freezing to death (not the most terrible way to die, Methos knows, but he would still prefer not to die at all).

And because it’s cold and the backseat isn’t that big they share the blankets and Alex clings to him like a limpet to steal all his warmth and he doesn’t mind in the slightest. Neither of them is quite sleepy enough for actual sleep yet so they talk about their lives, about their friends (about how Joe would be furious with them for not having a spare tire), and about their … whatever this is. And Methos wants to tell her he loves her but he knows it would be too much, too soon, no matter the fact that they’re on a time limit here. And Alexa can see it in his face anyway and maybe if she stops thinking in terms of how this whole relationship thing should work and just lived in the moment she could maybe admit to herself that she loves him, too. But neither says it and wrapped in clothes as they are the scene couldn’t be more innocent if they were both nuns (actually, if you ask Methos, nuns are the kinkiest people of all, he’s never going to request shelter in a remote nunnery ever again, no matter which immoral is on his trail currently.).

And after a lot of shivering and a lot of talking Alexa glimpses lights coming up the path from beneath them and she’s so relieved she forgets about all her doubts and shouldn’ts and just kisses Methos. And it’s so nice and right (cue angels singing and harps playing and all that stuff) that they nearly don’t hear the friendly guy knocking on their window asking them if they need any help.

36x78: Text/Letter Fic x Above the Influence

I think this might work really well with those chat room/whatsapp group chat conversation type fics. So I guess it would have to be set in current times because there would have to be cell phones and whatsapp so I’ll make it a modern AU.

So let’s say we’re at the Watcher Academy and because there’s lots of young, eager Watchers-in-training there they have Whatsapp groups for students and instructors and whoever else gets along.

Joe is teaching some courses, maybe he does this regularly, maybe he’s just taking over for a friend who’s sick, but there in his class sits this goofy kid called Adam Pierson. Sharp mind, sharper tongue, funny and a hell of a looker. But he’s a student, Joe’s a teacher and old enough to be his father so this old Watcher can only observe (and dream) but not touch.

Anyway, exams are over, students want to party, and teachers come along because they want to party, too. Soon everyone is slightly tipsy and then they get out the hard stuff.

Somehow Methos (who lives on beer, really) actually gets totally hammered (or high) and comes on to Joe. And not in a shy, goofy manner either but in a hands all over him like an octopus manner. Joe does his best to fend off the advances then hides in the restroom where he tells Don via their Whatsapp about his little predicament and asks for help. But because he’s a bit less than sober himself he’s sending all those messages in the general teacher group and it blows up with everyone either making fun of him, telling him to go ahead and have some fun or telling him to get this kid the hell home before he makes advances on someone else.

Joe is just glad he’s not used any names and the teachers who are at the bar with them and had a first row seat of the octopus act are too drunk themselves to look at their phones.

After a while Adam comes knocking on the stall door Joe is hiding behind, asking if he’s alright and if they should just have sex right there and then. Joe, of course, is now begging the group for someone sober to come there and rescue him from Adam.

In the end one of his friends stops laughing long enough to drive to the bar and help him herd Adam to his bed (“no, Adam, alone, not with Joe, and especially not with both of us!”).

They are all a bit sheepish the next day and Adam sends Joe a very apologetic message and promises to never get that drunk/high again. Joe just gruffly replies “Or at least find someone your own age so they can actually keep up with you, kid”.

50x60: Arranged Marriage x Poorly Timed Confession

I’m thinking some kind of Methos and Amanda highjinx where they aren’t actually an item but Methos has somehow managed to get into a bit of a tight spot where the only way out with his head on his shoulders would be to marry the mafia bosses daughter. He agrees, of course, because he’s a survivor but he’s already looking for any possible loophole or escape plan. She’s pretty and all but a bit too high profile for his tastes and he’s just not looking for a wife right now, thank you. He’d much rather get the hell out of there but said mafia boss has people watching him 24/7 until the wedding lest he run away. Chains might also be involved, depending on how desperate they are to see that marriage happen.

Somehow Methos manages to get a message out to Amanda begging her to rescue him.

She grumbles about it a lot but actually comes to his aid. She has nearly no problem sneaking in and unlocking his chains or door lock or whatnot and they snark a bit about which one of them gets into tight sports more often and who owes whom a rescue while trying to sneak out unnoticed.

They actually manage to nearly get away before they get cornered by the goons and dragged before the very unamused mafia boss. Right outside the door to his office Amanda says: “I guess now might be the right time to admit that I stole a lot of money from Antonio? After marrying him last year...”

Cue Methos’ angry, glary face and a hissed: “You couldn’t have mentioned this earlier?!”

(and there you have it, three silly Methos things, with anyone but Duncan. I hope you like :) last one is cheating a bit and not really the whole Arranged Marriage trope but it’s the closest I could come up with.)

#ask meme #fic ideas #highlander #methos #joe dawson #amanda darrieux #argentum-ls

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toxoiddiamond · 7 years ago

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T H E B A S I C S Given Name: Elijah Anthony Mitchell Nicknames: Eli Age: 25 Birthday: December 7th Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius Birthplace: Seattle, Washington Current Location: Chicago, Illinois Speaks: English, Russian Dominant Hand: Right Education: He dropped out of high school just before his senior year and ran away from home. He’s always intended to get his GED and maybe even go to college, but he keeps talking himself out of it. Occupation: Prostitute~ Although if asked when in polite company, he’ll say he’s in sales. Vehicle: He doesn’t have a car or a license. He does a lot of walking, and occasionally takes the bus. Worldly Possessions: He doesn’t have many possessions, preferring to spend most of his money on necessities and put away the rest in case of an emergency (like if the police start to notice him standing around on street corners and he has to quickly move to a new city). Pet(s): No pets, as much as he would love to have one, since his apartment does not allow them, and his landlord is an asshole who likes to check in without much warning. There is a little stray cat he feeds whenever she shows up on his back porch, though. And maybe picks her up and cuddles her once in a while. And maybe brings her inside if it’s raining. But, you know. No pets.

A P P E A R A N C E Height: About 5’10” Hair: Just long enough to be tousled and messy all the time. Dark brown, shiny, and very soft to the touch. Facial Hair: He has a bit of facial hair, but it’s really just stubble. He usually shaves every other day. Eye Colour: Gray-blue, very striking, especially in the right lighting. Skin Tone: Pale, since he mostly only goes out at night. Clothing: He hasn’t bought new clothes for himself in about three years to be honest, so his clothes are getting pretty worn out. But he still somehow manages to look good, sort of a shabby-chic thing. He has a couple pairs of jeans, several t-shirts, and a couple of jackets that are both far too thin to be functional in Chicago winter weather. Distinguishing Marks: A long, faint scar on the right side of his shoulder/chest from getting attacked/mugged when he was seventeen. He doesn’t like to talk about it, and will change the subject if anyone asks about it. Face Claim: Sebastian Stan Alternative Universe: Hooker AU

H E A L T H Physical Health: It could be better. He spends too many nights out in cold weather with not enough layers to keep him warm (plus the bottoms of his shoes are worn out, so his feet always end up wet and freezing). He also doesn’t get enough to eat, and when he does eat, it’s cheap food that doesn’t have much nutritional value. He gets sick a lot, and even when he’s not sick he kinda just feels like shit, but he pushes himself to go out almost every night anyway, because he needs the money. Physical Abilities/Limitations: He can read insanely fast—it only takes him two or three days to get through a giant book. He can run pretty fast if he needs to, but because of his poor health at the moment, he doesn’t have a lot of endurance. Addictions: None. He is not at all interested in any drugs, since he doesn’t want to completely ruin his life. Alcohol is something he only has in small doses. Allergies: Mild seasonal allergies, nothing major. Mental Health: Not very good, though it could be (and has been) worse. He’s dealt with anxiety and depression for a lot of his life, made worse by the fact that he’s been through a lot of shit. There was a time when he basically lost hope and considered just ending his life. But he decided that wasn’t what his parents would have wanted for him, that they would have wanted him to keep trying no matter how bad things got, and make a better life for himself. So, that’s what he’s trying to do, though it’s still not easy for him.

H I S T O R Y Job History: He took some random odd jobs when he was younger, anything that could get him cash in a hurry. He first traded sex for money around the time he was seventeen, and told himself it was just a one-time thing. But he soon realized it was much easier to make money being a hooker, one thing led to another, and here he is. Fondest Memories: Family trips with his parents when he was younger. All the times his mom came in to volunteer at his school/be a chaperone on field trips (even though at the time, he found it embarrassing). Helping out around the restaurant with his dad (even though they tended to bicker and argue). Worst Experiences: The deaths of both his parents. Being mugged and assaulted. His first sexual experience, which was entirely consensual, but was not good or fun in any way.

C O M M U N I C A T I O N Speech Pace/Style: If he’s not working, he’s pretty soft-spoken, stumbles over his words a lot, and doesn’t talk much, mostly because he doesn’t know what to say a lot of the time. But if he is working, he’s completely the opposite—louder and more confident, a little more pushy and authoritative. He learned the hard way that he has to act like that with his clients, otherwise he’ll be taken advantage of. Accent: American Usual Curse Words: All of them, but especially “fuck” in any of its forms.

P E R S O N A L I T Y, M I N D S E T, A N D B E L I E F S Personality Type: INFJ Sense of Humor: Eli isn’t very funny himself—he’s too serious, and doesn’t think to joke around unless someone else starts it. But it’s very easy to make him laugh. He especially likes silly/goofy humor, and likes to tease people and be teased (as long as it’s not too mean-spirited). Habits: Drumming his fingers on nearby surfaces or biting his lip when he’s nervous. He gestures a lot with his hands when he talks about anything he’s passionate about. He scrunches up his nose when he smiles really big and when he laughs. Fears/Phobias: He still gets a little sick to his stomach whenever he thinks someone may be following him, because of a couple of bad experiences he’s had in the past (one where he was mugged at knifepoint, another where a man sexually assaulted him and Eli barely managed to escape and run away before anything worse happened). As a result, he’s afraid of being followed. He is also afraid of heights; he can be somewhere high up, but wouldn’t want to look out or stand close to the window/over the ledge, etc. Strengths: He is very smart, and has a great memory—ideal for studying, though he doesn’t do as much of that as he’d like. He is also a very empathetic, kind person. As much as he struggles with money, and as little as he has for himself, he is still as generous as he can be to others when he sees someone in need. Taking care of others is something he really likes to do, though he doesn’t have much opportunity to do so. Flaws: Eli tends to be quite a pessimist, always thinking the worst about himself and always thinking the worst will happen. He is also very easily distraught, and tends to make a bigger deal out of things than necessary. Though at the same time, if something really bad does happen, he often won’t tell anyone or ask for help, even if he needs it. Hopes/Desires: He wants to go to school, and would love to eventually find a job as a teacher—although he is open to other possibilities as well. Mostly, he just doesn’t want to be a hooker anymore. Wildest Fantasy: He sometimes daydreams about having a loving husband, lots of dogs and cats, and a big, beautiful house. But sometimes those daydreams make him sad, because he’s convinced himself he’ll probably never have any of those things. Self-Esteem: Definitely could be better. His life hasn’t turned out at all the way he wanted or planned, and he can’t help but feel it’s his own fault, that he’s just a monumental fuck-up. He puts on a confident face, especially in front of clients, but he’s actually very insecure and way too hard on himself. Religion: He doesn’t care about religion, and never has.

R A N D O M Sleeping Position: Usually curled up in a ball on his side. Boxers or Briefs?: Boxer-briefs most of the time, sometimes boxers if he’s just laying around the house. Day or Night?: He honestly prefers daytime, but his job requires him to sleep a lot of the day away. Given the choice, he’d be more of an “early to bed, early to rise” sort of person. Top or Bottom?: With his clients, he’ll do whatever they prefer him to do. But his personal preference is bottom, for sure. Partying or Relaxing?: Relaxing, no contest. He hates parties most of the time.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S Closest Friend: Since moving to Chicago, he has developed something of a friendship with Lucas, his upstairs neighbor. Lucas doesn’t officially know about Eli’s profession, but he does suspect that he’s involved in some sort of shady work—however, Lucas figures that’s not really his business, so he’s never pressed the issue. Relationship History: Eli has never been in a proper relationship, despite the fact that he wants one more than anything. His line of work doesn’t exactly leave much room for any romantic entanglements~ Sexual Partners: Countless. Elijah is very adamant about always practicing safe sex though, and gets tested on a regular basis to make sure he’s all good. Thoughts About Sex: I mean. He’s been sort of jaded thanks to his past/his work. He’s had a lot of less-than-savory experiences, and has a lot of regrets, though he’s also had his share of good experiences. Overall, he doesn’t mind sex. But he doesn’t love it either, and sometimes thinks he could do without it forever and not be any worse off.

P A R E N T S Name(s): Sawyer and Evelyn Mitchell Age(s): His mother died in a car accident when she was 35, and his father died of cancer just four years later, at the age of 41. Occupation(s): His mother was a stay-at-home mom, and loved being able to stay home and take care of the home/take care of her family. His father owned a successful bar/restaurant in Seattle. Quality of Relationship With Their Children: Elijah and his mother were always very close, and he was absolutely devastated when she passed away. He was never as close with his dad, especially after his mom died—but they did love each other, and Eli did his best to help take care of his dad when he got sick, even though it was much too big of a job for him. Living/Deceased: Both deceased, unfortunately.

D A I L Y L I F E Living Arrangements: He lives in a shitty studio apartment in a shady part of town. But as shitty as the place is, Eli is still proud of the fact that he has his own place, an actual apartment instead of a seedy motel room. He’s done his best to make the place feel homey—lots of cheap Goodwill furniture that doesn’t match, a completely crammed bookshelf (along with several stacks of books that didn’t fit on said bookshelf), and tons of blankets to make up for the fact that the place is not well insulated. He keeps the place tidy, and has probably improved the value of it since moving in to be quite honest.

#character: elijah mitchell #hooker au #ship: atti/eli #character sheet

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coramatus · 7 years ago

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Ok so... I don't mean to go mixing paints, but just imagine how funny/cute it would be if your Kitsune!Mob AU combined with the Hobo!Mob AU? Like... Mob saves young Reigen from the bullies, wanders off before Reigen thanks him, and instead of finding the man, he finds a dirty fox passed out under a bridge. Rather than call animal control, he brings it home, mistaking it for the mysterious man's dog or whatev, and thinks he'll take care of it and bring it back to the man to return the favor.

Um... actually?

That’s the idea that provided the basis of the Hobo!Mob AU. 😅

One day, just for fun, I decided to see what an ageswapped Mythical AU looked like. What I came up with ended up providing a lot of key ideas to the H!M AU, which I ultimately decided was probably the stronger story to follow. And because I can, imma share the contents of that first brainstorming document and will offer all 3k words of it to you under the cut.

Age!Swap Mythical AU - Because why not?

Reigen is 14; Mob is 28.

Mob is still a magical fox. But in growing up without a guiding hand, his life doesn’t go so great. He suffers from depression and suicidal tendencies as he is exhausted of humanity. But as a fox, complex emotions are dulled, taking a backseat to survival instincts. For that reason, he’s spent the last few years living as a fox on the streets, surviving off of garbage and rats. In some ways, things are clearer as a fox, but in others, it seems to rob him of his higher brain functions. And as a fox, his life is that much more in peril as it’s a struggle to survive. If he dies on the streets, likely no one will ever find out what happened to him. But life as a human is so painful that he doesn’t want to consider it anymore.

This is how he winds up cornered by two stray dogs, looking to make either a meal or chew toy out of him. It doesn’t help that he’s already mentally compromised from starvation and illness, meaning he doesn’t even think to shift back to human or use his magic to scare them off. He does get a good few bites on the dogs before they overwhelm him. But something comes barreling in, chasing away his attackers, giving him a chance to flee and hide in a corner.

His savior is a strawberry blonde kid, who comes up to him to see if he’s OK. Mob clearly isn’t and tries to scare the boy off, but he’s hardly deterred. Instead, he uses his jacket to catch Mob and cart him home, keeping a firm grip on him even with his struggling. Mob is scared out of his mind, until the kid starts talking to him.

The kid’s name is Reigen Arataka, Mob learns. And he is very earnest about helping what he thinks is an injured dog, explaining what he’s doing in hopes that maybe this animal will somehow understand him. Something in his words reaches Mob through his mental fog and he stops fighting the kid, going limp in the boy’s arms. This confuses the boy to no end, but decides not to question his luck.

Arataka takes Mob home of course, tending to the fox’s injuries, cleaning him up (which reveals Mob is in fact a fox), and feeding him. Mob is pliant this entire time, only protesting if anything hurts. Despite his instincts urging him to flee, Mob’s softer side isn’t willing to hurt a cub, especially one who’s only trying to help. So he lets Arataka do what he needs to do. After several trying hours, Mob is set into a box to recover in peace.

As Mob heals, the food and rest makes it much easier to think and observe his surroundings. He takes a liking to Arataka, as the kid is always gentle and enjoys talking to him, sometimes going on about his day, sometimes talking about his problems, sometimes nothing in particular. Mob becomes the boy’s confidante, sensing that Arataka is really a very lonely kid. For all his outgoing bluster, he doesn’t have any close friends. His parents aren’t around as much as they ought to be and the house is often empty of other people. So Mob is always willing to provide cuddles and allows himself to be scratched and petted. He knows all too well how terrible it is to be alone.

Eventually, Mob’s injuries heal and Arataka realizes he needs to let Mob go. The boy figures that the fox must be someone’s pet, both from Mob’s coloration and tameness. Fliers are put up around town asking for the owner of a found pet fox. Arataka hopes to high heaven that no one comes to claim Mob, but someone eventually does call in and asks to take a look.

When the doorbell rings, Arataka meets a man with spiky black hair who introduces himself as Kageyama Ritsu. He looks a bit annoyed to be there oddly enough. The moment he spots Mob, he just facepalms and goes “Shigeo, really?”

Arataka is heartbroken. He tries not to cry, but loses it when Mob comes up to comfort him. The boy doesn’t notice the looks going back and forth between the fox and his “owner”. Kageyama-san eventually clears his throat, asking for a moment alone with his br- pet. Arataka’s mom does her best to comfort her son, while the other two step into a side room.

The first rusty words out of Mob’s muzzle are that he wants to stay with Arataka. Ritsu is furious. Mob disappears into the wilds all those years ago with no contact only to show up now as some kid’s pet?? What is he thinking? Ritsu has been out of his mind terrified that his brother died! Mob needs to stay human and to try working through his problems like a normal adult. Mob looks ashamed but says he can’t leave, not when Arataka needs him more. Ritsu isn’t swayed by this, kind of offended that his brother would rather stay with some kid than this own family. But Mob asserts that he’s so, so tired of living as a human, tired of trying to find reasons to keep going. As a fox, the act of being alive is so much easier. Ritsu isn’t any happier to hear this, but even he isn’t willing to see his brother suffering as a human while he has some purpose as a fox. Mob is not blind to this, doing his best to reassure his brother that he’s working through things his own way. The younger brother just sighs. He’s not sure what to do here. Mob thinks for a moment before making a suggestion…

When Kageyama-san comes back out with Mob in his arms, Arataka is resigned to saying goodbye. But then the man uncomfortably admits that while the fox belongs to his family, he hasn’t had time to properly care for him. He’d actually been trying to rehome him before the fox got loose. He can see how much the two have bonded and it wouldn’t be right to break that. So he makes a proposal: Arataka can take care of the fox (with his parent’s permission) while Kageyama-san will send money for whatever expenses his bro- pet needs. Basically, an extended pet-sitting job. He’ll check in every so often to make sure things are OK, since the fox means a lot to him. And his family. Yeah.

Arataka almost can’t believe what he’s hearing and looks to his mom, practically begging her to agree. Though Reigen’s mom was initially upset at Mob’s presence, she can see how much happier her son is with a pet. And it helps that Mob is the cleanest, most well-behaved pet she’s ever met. So she agrees and it’s the best day of Arataka’s life.

After working things through with Reigen’s mom, Kageyama-san makes sure to share an important bit of info: The fox’s actual name is Kageyama Shigeo. But he’ll also answer to Mob. Maybe Sesame too since that’s what Arataka’s been calling him. The boy nods solemnly, promising to be the best caretaker Mob-san has ever had.

So life moves on with Mob as a more permanent fixture in Arataka’s life. The boy couldn’t be any happier. He for one, loves having a fuzzy best friend that’s so tolerant about the silly things he does. He likes making internet videos with the two of them, usually of Arataka puppeteering a docile Mob into doing goofy things (Ritsu learns just how funny his brother’s ‘NO’ face as a fox looks). Otherwise, they spend time in the park, Arataka getting Mob to play fetch (where Mob sometimes fetches the wrong item on purpose just to see how the boy reacts) or some other game. One thing that Arataka learns early on is that ‘Mob’ is not short for anything, as much as he thinks Mobius would be an amazing name (Mob disagrees). At home, Mob is very conscientious. He never makes messes, never makes more noise than he needs to, and generally tries to make his presence as unobtrusive as possible. He’s always very careful to avoid when people are naked or covering his eyes if he can’t. He might technically be an adult human male, but he’s no pervert. But he’s not opposed to sharing a bed, usually with Arataka snuggling him like a teddy bear. This is probably the happiest either have been in a long time.

Inevitably, the truth finds its way out. It starts when Arataka gets it in his head that he should totally be a ghost exorcist when he grows up. He does the usual things kids do when the idea of ghost hunting bites them: watch ghost movies, buy ghost hunting junk, research how to do it, all that good stuff. Mob just watches on in amusement. Since he was always able to see ghosts, he never got the appeal of interacting with them, especially because they tended to be malevolent in his experience. He figures it’s just a phase or something and Arataka will move on to something else.

But it doesn’t. Mob then has to accompany/protect the kid when he starts to poke around in haunted places, hoping to find something, anything that’s worthwhile. And one day he does. Arataka accidentally enrages an old and powerful evil spirit with his trespassing. Though he’s excited at what he’s found, it turns to fear as it attacks him, managing to land a solid hit on the boy. That’s enough for Mob to explode, furiously drawing on his magic to obliterate the spirit. Mob is forced to speak in order to grasp the extent of Arataka’s injuries in order to heal him.

When Arataka comes to, he spots Mob attempting to leave without him and yells at him to wait. Mob tries to pretend he doesn’t understand, but he’s a terrible liar, even as a fox. Because Arataka is positive Mob is a magic fox and can talk. With a heavy heart, Mob admits that he is.

With Arataka’s prodding, Mob reluctantly reveals that yes, he was born human, with his fox powers awakened very early in life. That he’s really in his late-twenties and no he doesn’t have a life outside of the one he lives now. No, he never managed to get into either college or a job. Yes, he lived on the streets for a few years, eating garbage and rats. Um, rats can taste good depending on what it was eating. No, Ritsu is not his owner, but his brother. Yes, his brother’s a fox too, but he prefers living as a human. Arataka then asks why Mob doesn’t live like his brother, why he’s okay with being stuck as a pet. Mob firmly tells Arataka that he doesn’t want to be human. The boy looks a bit hurt at that, Mob quickly amending that, no, Arataka being human is fine. Humanity just didn’t work for Mob. He was never very good at it. And since he had options, he chose to forgo it entirely. It’s not unheard of for those who can shapeshift to simply abandon humanity and flee into the wilderness.

But this puts Mob in an uncomfortable position. With the truth revealed, there’s no way they can go back to the way things were. It’d be better if Mob simply moved on. But Arataka refuses to let that happen. Yeah, this is weird, but now this means they’re on more even ground. Mob doesn’t have to be treated like a dumb animal. And… Mob’s been the best friend he’s ever had. Best friends don’t just leave each other. And he’s afraid for Mob. He recognizes the thin scars hidden under Mob’s fur for what they are. No, he can’t call Mob a pet in good conscience. But he still wants to call him his friend.

Though he’s hesitant, Mob admits he does too.

(More character development involving Mob and Reigen navigating their weird friendship of magic fox and boy would take place here, say maybe 6 months passing in story. Ritsu would drop the act that his brother is his pet. Reigen’s mom would wonder why her son’s now talking to his pet like a person. And why is the fox responding like a person??)

(insert dramatic event)

For the first time in years, Mob assumes human form to fight off a threat in the form of a full-grown human. As a man, Mob looks haggard, several years worth of beard on his face, hair long and messy, clothes tattered and dirty. He wins the fight. However, when he sees Arataka’s shocked face, Mob takes it the wrong way and freaks out, apologizing like mad through crying he can’t stop. He turns tail and runs, changing back into a fox and running away as fast as he can, Arataka’s frantic yelling falling on deaf ears.

Mob runs for a long time, without a destination in mind. But eventually, he starts to recognize the area as where his brother lives. At a complete loss, he goes to Ritsu’s place and begs him for help. Ritsu has no idea what’s going on, but lets his brother in. After some coaxing, Mob explains what happened. He’s ashamed of himself, he saw how Arataka looked at him as a human and he doesn’t think the boy will ever want to be near him again. Ritsu doesn’t understand and finally asks for Mob to change back to human form so he can maybe see what he’s talking about. Mob reluctantly does and for the first time, Ritsu realizes just what terrible shape his brother is in, that he’d underestimated just how much pain Mob was in this entire time. Mob is ready to bolt, but Ritsu holds onto him, unwilling to let him fall apart even further.

Mob spends a few days at Ritsu’s trying to recuperate in human form. Most of that time is spent sleeping. He cleans up, but doesn’t bother cutting his hair or shaving, feeling like it’s pointless since he’s going to be a fox again soon. A lot of the feelings of worthlessness and self-hatred come rushing back. Several nights are spent crying, with Ritsu trying to comfort his brother. Mob eventually reveals his cutting scars to his brother for the first time, admitting to how extensively he did so (on his upper arms, a few on his wrist, his thighs, his sides, his stomach).

And then one day, while Ritsu is working and Mob is trying not to dissociate in bed, Arataka shows up out of nowhere. He had to search through every single Kageyama in the phonebook before he managed to find them. The phonebook! Who does that anymore?? At least this is only the sixth place he checked. Mob is so stunned that Arataka slips past him and into the apartment before he thinks to shut the door. The boy immediately cuts to the chase, telling Mob that he’d been worried about him. Was it something he did? He’ll make up for it, he promises!

(Mob and Reigen talk as humans for the first time. Mob’s nervous, but Reigen reassures him that it’s not weird. OK, it’s kinda weird, but Reigen’s had a few days to prepare for this, so he’s gotten used to the idea. They have a heart to heart about their feelings and what Mob intends to do now. Mob has no idea, but Reigen does.)

So Arataka unveils his plans for the Spirits and Such Consultation Agency. People sometimes need exorcisms. Mob can do that. Arataka can help facilitate things. It’s win-win for everyone! Mob is more skeptical. He doubts that many people need that kind of help. And even if they did, they wouldn’t go to a fox for that. But Arataka points out that, no, Mob can be the human adult that customers need to see before they feel they’re worth the time. He is right now! Mob just points to his overgrown look, as in, who’d hire a hobo like me? Arataka just grins at him. Oh, he knows. That’s why he came prepared.

The next few hours sees the judicious use of an electric razor with a pair of scissors and ends with a lot of hair on the floor and a clean-shaven, bowl-cut Mob staring into a mirror, barely recognizing himself. He looks… human again. Arataka then throws a bunch of clothes at Mob, telling him to try them on. Mob’s wonders where Arataka got these, but the boy just admits he raided Ritsu’s closet. In the end, he comes out wearing a soft black turtleneck, black slacks, and a sharp white jacket. Arataka thinks it’s perfect. It’s just the professional image needed for the face of the new company. Mob just hopes Ritsu doesn’t get too mad at him for taking his clothes. Because he kinda likes the outfit.

At this point, Ritsu comes home. Seeing the new Mob startles him so bad that Ritsu’s fox ears and tail come out (the first time Arataka ever sees any sign of them). Though alarmed, Ritsu is happy for his brother. But maybe just give him a warning next time he decides to look like a completely different person after only a few hours. All of this is pretty overwhelming for Mob, who feels like he’s barreling straight back into the human world. He’s not sure if he’s ready for this.

(Reigen reassures him that if he wants to go back to the way things were, it’s still an option. While it’s tempting, Mob decides he’s tired of running away. Because now the future doesn’t look so bleak anymore. He can see a place for himself in it. And with that, he takes his first steps out into an uncertain future, certain that his friends and family will be there behind him, ready to catch him if he falters.)

(OK, honestly, I never had a real ending in mind for this. Never really knew what to do with it before the non-fox version of this wound up taking up more brain space and got more compelling the more research into Japanese culture I did.)

Anyways, if you somehow made it here, congratulations! You read some of my weird brain gibberish! If for some reason anyone wants to take this idea and run with it, go right ahead! I’m not using it, may as well let someone else have fun with this! I have no way of stopping you! 8D

#mythical au #hobo!mob au #ageswap au #yeah i'm too verbose for my own good #hope this isn't too insufferable a read #after this the only other AU I have to offer is a Firefly AU #which is even less developed than this one #but if anyone wants to see it let me know #upperstories

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