#but what about the freak who takes all my sapphires hmm??

[yuki119]

snicklefritz marry me, marry me snicklefritz 😫

[sassycassie-s-writing]

Hold My Phone

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): A Court of Thorns and Roses Series/Rhysand

Rating: PG-11/T- (v seductive flirting)

Original Idea: Modern!AU (kinda sorta not really)

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) This one is so ridiculous. It’s basically a “Everything is Pretty Much the Same but They Have Phones” AU, not really a modern AU because I figured this would be how Rhys would handle having a phone with the High Lord act, lol

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My phone buzzed in my pocket. In a meeting with some Autumn Court emissaries. I’m bored. Entertain me? Rhys’ text said.

Why are you texting me? Just use the mating bond, I texted back.

Yeah but I want these idiots to *know* that I’m bored of them and can’t be bothered to give them my attention.

Playing games with them?

Always.

Exactly how do you propose I entertain you?

It took his answer a few minutes to arrive. I wondered if it was because he was thinking about the wickedest, most flirtatious thing to say or something came up in the meeting that he did actually have to give his attention to.

What are you wearing right now? I shouldn’t have been surprised that was his reply.

My purple outfit. The dark purple one with the stars embroidered into it.

I’m debating asking you to send me a picture of you in it or asking you to take it off and send me a picture of *that*

I am not sending you any pictures while you’re in a meeting. I hadn’t replied to a text that quickly in a while.

His reply came quickly too, Send it down the mating bond then. No records ;)

I rolled my eyes and got to my feet. Up in our room, I stood in front of the full-length mirror, stared at myself while lowering my mental shield, shot the image I was looking at—fully clothed—down the bond, and then slammed my shields back into place.

It took seconds for an answering image of Rhys licking his lips with a feral gleam in his eyes to bump into my shield. I rolled my eyes. My phone buzzed. Delicious. As always, darling.

Happy?

Deliriously.

Go back to your meeting, you flirt. I’ll see you later.

But I’m still bored.

Don’t be a baby. I have a meeting in 30 minutes I have to get ready for with the governor of the Palace of Threads and Jewels.

What are you meeting with the governor for?

I don’t think it’s any big deal. Probably just going over some requests from patrons who have gathered together a bunch of things rather than hauling themselves up 10,000 stairs to the House.

Good luck.

You too. I set my phone down on my vanity. I hated getting rid of the loose pants and sleeves but I knew for a meeting like this that I’d need a gown.

I sent Rhys mental images of every gown I tried on before selecting one, and every hairstyle I thought of doing, asking his opinion and ultimately ignoring it when he seductively told me he liked the most revealing dress with my hair unbound. I definitely called him a name I had no plans on apologizing for before replacing my shields.

I ended up going with a modest midnight blue gown glittering with silver threads that would be appropriately formal, but not so formal it felt like an occasion. Instead of a tiara or crown or diadem I kept my hair out of my face with a comb that was made of black metal and studded with diamond dust to look like the night sky. Crescent moon-shaped sapphire taking up most of the space in the middle.

Nuala and Cerridwen approved of my choices and I shooed myself out to go see the governor.

—

I collapsed on the bed after leaving my dress abandoned on the floor. The meeting was exactly what I thought it would be and after all the requests I was tired. I genuinely cared about my people but putting forth the mental strain of trying to figure out how to fix so many problems at once I started having to pretend to be chipper.

I hadn’t realized I dozed off until a weight falling onto the bed beside me woke me up.

Rhys fell in such a way that he could sprawl his wings above me, taking up a good portion of the bed. He was in casual clothing—silver-buttoned black shirt with the top button undone to let his tattoos peek out, black pants, low black boots—but I knew him better than to think he’d gone to the meeting in them. As he fell, he sighed. “That was tedious,” he remarked, setting a hand on the top of my head and scratching my hair. His fingers brushed my comb and he stopped.

“Tell me about it,” I grumbled.

He sat up to lean over me. He gave me a long, slow kiss as he removed the comb from my hair. “You didn’t wear the dress I chose,” he teased.

“I asked your opinion, not to choose for me,” I countered. “Besides, I doubt you’d even want another male to look at me in a dress like that.”

“Fair enough,” he conceded playfully. He kissed the hollow behind my ear. “You can model it for me later.”

“Flirt,” I accused.

“Spoilsport,” he retorted.

His phone started ringing in his pocket. I recognized the personalized tone. He only personalized a few. Azriel’s, Cassian’s, Mor’s, Amren’s, and mine.

Heaving another sigh, he extracted the phone from his pocket. “What do you want, Cassian?” There was no bite at all to the words, just resigned fatigue. He listened to words I couldn’t quite make out as he fidgeted with my comb in his other hand. He rolled his eyes. “That can wait. I’ll squeeze it in tomorrow, okay?”

More babbling from Cassian’s end of the call. I thought I caught snatches of Azriel’s voice too.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll deal with it tomorrow. Bye.” He hung up, but I could still hear them talking as he ended the call. “Can never get one hour of peace with those two,” he muttered, silencing his phone.

He tossed it somewhere behind him and I heard it thunk on the rug.

“For tonight, darling, I have some much more entertaining events scheduled.” He bent over me and pressed another kiss to my lips. I kissed him back enthusiastically, reaching up to brush my fingers into his hair. He relaxed slightly, the weight of his head growing against mine as his neck tension softened.

“Let me silence my phone,” I said.

He waved a hand vaguely over his shoulder. “Done,” he said.

I smiled. “Bath before or after?”

“Hmm… after.”

“Fine with me.”

—

Both of our phones vibrating wildly on the end tables of our bed woke us the next morning. I jolted so hard I bonked my head on Rhys’ wing bone where he’d draped it over me as we slept, as he often did.

I reached out for my phone. There was no caller ID and the combination wasn’t one I recognized. That happened all the time. I answered anyway, assuming it was a matter of state, as usual. “Hello?”

“High Lady?” The voice was small and trembling. Not young, but frightened.

“Yes?”

“There’s something in the harbor.”

Before I could ask for more details, the caller hung up.

Rhys answered his phone much more lazily than I had. “This is Rhys,” he said. He never used his full given name to answer the phone. High Lord Tamlin, his enemy, could be calling and he’d still use Rhys.

He bolted up in bed so abruptly, his wing bone hit me in the back of the head. Thankfully the talon missed me. We both winced at the pain as he mouthed, Sorry, and leapt out of bed to get dressed. I figured I’d probably need to go investigate the harbor so I got up too and found a pair of pants, shirt, and overcoat. Socks and boots followed before I wound my hair into a bun so I wouldn’t have to braid it yet.

Rhys hung up. “Was your call about the harbor too?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Though, whoever it was didn’t say much.”

“Same here. Ready?”

I put the same comb I’d been wearing the day before into the top of my bun so I had some sort of ornamentation on. “Ready.”

He grabbed me around the shoulders and winnowed us out of the house.

We reappeared on the docks.

A dark shape was moving around under the surface of the water. I grabbed the railing and peered over it. “Too fluid to be a whale,” I said, noticing a small gathered crowd taking pictures on their phones, some recording videos.

Rhys’ hand settled on top of mine. It’s moving like a serpent, he said down our bond.

My grip on the railing halted. A serpent? Now? Like—like a sea serpent?

He didn’t reply. His dark eyes following where the head’s shape appeared to be.

“Hold onto this for me,” he said, pulling out his phone and holding it out. I took it out of habit, barely noticing his wings extending.

“Wait—Rhys—don’t—!” Too late. He used a powerful launch from his wings to get him over the railing before plunging into the water. As he dropped, I saw his clothes change from the casual dark shirt and pants to his fighting leathers. I wasn’t even sure any of the faeries around us noticed the change. A few of them yelped as his splash sprayed into the air.

I clung to the railing, staring into the depths.

“Rhysand…” I complained. “Stop being so reckless.”

I heard that, he teased.

I meant for you to, I retorted.

Wanna see?

I’m holding your phone. I’m not getting in that water.

You know that’s not what I meant.

I sent the sound of my sigh down the bond and felt his chuckle in return. Fine.

A crack opened in his mental shield. I slid into it, keeping a tether to get me out whenever I wanted if I got freaked out. My eyes glazed over as I started looking through his.

The harbor water was relatively clear, but a bit blurry. I—no, Rhys—flexed his magic to clear up his vision. My—his—hair drifted in front of his eyes a bit.

A large, deep red sea serpent twined around ahead, barely visible through the murk. Large fins were tucked against its sides.

Wings? I asked Rhys.

Yes. For jumping out of the water and snatching sailors from their ships. Among other things, he replied. They usually dwell in the depths. Wonder what it’s doing here.

I didn’t reply as he swam closer. Inside his mind, I could feel him dismiss his wings to reduce drag. Feel the strength in his shoulders as he stroked forward. In his mind, I had no private thoughts, so I knew he felt my anxiety. My fear for his safety. I felt him send a wave of calm through himself. He wasn’t nervous at all—for whatever reason.

The serpent caught sight of him. My breath hitched, but Rhys didn’t even flinch. Gold eyes bored into him, fangs revealed in something of a snarl.

Sorry, love, Rhys thought, I need to speak to it mind to mind, and don’t want you here for it. Too hard to concentrate on two minds at once.

Fine with me, I replied.

He shoved me out of his mind.

I shook my head, blinking, as my consciousness returned to my own body. My hands were so tight on the railing that my knuckles were white.

Something tugged on my tunic. I turned.

A small faerie child with violet skin and long silver hair was standing beside me, looking up at me. “Are you alright, High Lady?” Innocence and genuine concern were in its voice. I knelt to be on the same eye level as the child, my hands resting on the phone in either of my pants pockets.

“Yes. Yes, I’m alright. Just concerned for Rhys.”

The child looked into the harbor. “Mama says the High Lord is very powerful. He’ll be okay.”

I smiled at the child. “Yes. Yes he will.” I reached into the pocket of my tunic, pulling out one of the small candies I kept in there for when children stopped to talk to me—and Rhys usually. I offered it to the child. Everyone in Velaris knew their High Lord and Lady kept candy for children on them, so the child accepted without hesitation. They took off the wax paper wrapper and stuck the candy in their mouth before running back to their parents.

Rhys appeared on the dock behind me, dripping wet. “What’d I miss?” he asked.

I jumped to my feet and whirled around. “You okay?”

“Fine. I convinced it to leave.” He nodded toward the dark shape slithering out of the harbor now. “It was actually lost, I think. I managed to give it directions.”

I chuckled. “Never a boring day in Velaris.”

He joined my chuckle. “Not at all. Cassian’s gonna get a kick—” He swore. “I forgot. Cassian needed my help. You still have my phone?”

As I pulled it out of my pocket, he waved a hand to dry off.

He plunked in Cassian’s combination. “Hey, it’s me. I’m on my way.” He reached out a hand for me. I took it. Dark wind whipped around us as we winnowed away.

[heliosthegriffin]

Jaune “Mean Bastard” Arc AU.

The Arc family is a family stapled into history with their deeds of heroism, their immense physical strength, willingness to accept others into their clan at the drop of a hat, fighting against insurmountable odds for no apparent reason other than it being the right thing to do.

...That was only half the story however.

Ozpin thought to himself as he watched a tall, very lean blonde strut off the airship.

“Please, please don’t make scene today, Mr. Arc.” Ozpin said to himself, but the tone lacked hope, and most of all was riddled with fear. “Your not even a student here! You didn’t even send in transcript! How’d you even get onto the airship!”

But, deep down Ozpin knew, he always knew, he was an Arc, and Arc’s found a way, one that most people wouldn’t call ethical, sane or even reasonable.

Ozpin shivered, the Arc clan had been much too quiet in recent years. Was he the reason?

What terrible reason could this new Arc have to come to his school.

“Gods help us all, gods help every one of us.”

-

“So, much for a warm welcome to Beacon.” Ruby muttered to herself in her crater.

“Need a hand?” A warm voice asked her.

Ruby looked up into the two bluest eyes she’d ever seen, and blushed deeply.

“You ok? Looking a little hot under the collar.” The man before her asked with concern.

Ruby could hardly speak, he looked like a modern day fairly tail knight. WIth long blonde bangs, sapphire eyes, handsome face, dressed in all white, blue, and gold.

“I..I”..I”m fine!” Ruby squeaked out.

The blonde boy reached out to grab a flailing hand and pull her to her feet. Ruby wasn’t ready for that however and ended up face to abs with him.

‘So warm, so firm, I could stay here forever.’ Ruby thought to herself. Before going atomic on her blushing, and Rose Warping ten feet behind herself.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, just thought you could use a hand getting up.” The man said with remourse. “I’ll let you go about your buisness now.

“RUBY ROSE!”

“Hmm?” “MY NAME IS RUBY ROSE! THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR HELPING ME!”

The blonde man reeled back from her sudden outburst of thanks.

A smile graced his face.

“Jaune Arc.”

-

“So I got this.”

*Unfurls Crescent Rose*

“Neat.”

“So, you got anything?”

“Hmm. not here.” “Oh, did you send it ahead?” “Nope just didn’t feel like bringing it from home. Didn’t think I need a weapon for this.”

“What! How are you going to fight any Grimm if you don’t have a weapon!? Even my sister needs Ember Celica before she goes punching Grimm out!” Ruby said doing so painfully bad shadow boxing.

“Oh, I didn’t come here to fight Grimm.” “What? Why are you here then, if you’re going to be a hunts-man in training you need to fight Grimm.” “Bold assumption, I’m not already a huntsman.” “Oh, yeah right, you look pretty strong and stuff...” “But, a correct one.” Ruby could only pout at being played like she had. Eye little eyes then spyed two blocky pouchs on his waist.

“What are those?”

“Oh those, one is my journal that take notes in, and the other, well, hehehe, I guess you could say it’s ledger.” “A ledger for what?” “Oh, for keeping track of debts and stuff.”

SIlence filled the space between the two.

“Are you a kneecapper?”

“Of sorts.” “I don’t think we can be friends.” “That is fair.”

“Do you work for the mob, or like, Torchwick.” “Nope, I work for me.”

“Freelance?” “All of my debts relates not to money, but personal experiences.”

“Oh, kinda like when you help some move, and they drive you across town?”

“Close enough, and looks like we’re at the auditorium, I’d say see you around, but since we can’t be friends, bye forever.”

“Wait, wait, I take it back!” But Jaune was gone into the crowd.

“Ahh, fiddle sticks.”

-

Ozpin looked calm and composed on the outside, but he was freaking the hell out on the inside. He lost track of the Arc, he fucking lost him! He could be anywhere doing anything!

He hasn’t even told Glynda, or anybody else, oh, gods this is going to be a blood bath.

He gave a inperceptible sigh, and decided to give his speech. “Hello, children-”

Warm breath behind him caused him to freeze.

‘When did he get behind me!?’

He could see the children murmuring at the unexpected guest.

“Hi, you must be Ozpin!” The warm voice said behind him. “I’m Jaune Arc lord patriarch of the Arc Clan, and you have been at the top of our shit list for five decades, you have a one day to prepare your last will and rights. Tah-Tah see you in twenty four hours.”

“What are you doing here young man! Get off the stage!” He heard Glynda yell at the Arc behind him.

He would stop her, but he needed to right his will again tonight.

Jaune Arc seemingly did nothing to react to Goodwitch but stare at her.

“Are you obstructing me?”

“Why yes I am, you are interrupting the initiation!”

“I see then.” Jaune brought out his note book.

“What are you doing!?” “Adding you to my shit-list ma’am, and if you don’t stop talking I’m going to just put you further up there.” Jaune said as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

“What I, I never, you, you miscreant!”

“Just keeping talking sugar tits, just keep going up my to-do list.” He shot a Glynda a smirk. “I changed my mind I want to break you into the Arc clan, we like ‘em feisty.”

She went Nuclear with rage and leveled her wand at him and fired a telekinetic wave at him.

“Oops,” Jaune said as the wave hit him, sending him out of the room and into the courtyard.

“That’ll teach him, the arrogant miscreant, should have been smarter to pick a fight here.” Glynda said proudly, “Someone get him off this campus and into a hospital.” “Ah, so kind. You do care, too bad you hit like a child.” Jaune said from behind Glynda picking her up in his arms like a princess “Well, fix that later.” Shooting her a wink in his arms.

‘So strong, and comfy.’ Glynda thought gobsmacked in his arms.

He then looked at Ozpin. “Remember old man, a day and no more.”

It was then that Jaune remembered a legion of students looking at him. “The fuck you all looking at, never seen a man take care of business before?”

The student shuffled around awkwardly.

“Yeah, I damn well thought so. Why are you all dressed so damn weird? Am I at a Anime con or a huntsman academy, Ozpin your standards suck.”

‘I like him more already.” Glynda thought. ‘Standards have been dropping for years.’

“Alright, I know whats happening next.” Jaune said proudly. “I am going to walk my happy ass out of here, and if anyone of you can so much as inconvience me, I will personally train or find someone to train you at the Arc compound.”

The student started looking very nervous, the man took down Glynda Goodwitch with no effort. What chance did they have?

Yang thought differently and launched a flying punch at him, Jaune bent his waist and launched a brutal kick straight into Yang's midsection and sending her through the ceiling.

Ruby came next like a rose petal reaper for his bent over next. Jaune grabbed it with his teeth and threw her aside like a puppy with just neck power.

Weiss not to miss a opportunity, speeds forward on glyphs to skewer him also while shoot a wave of ice at his feet, and a stream of fire at his face.

Casually he flexed his legs and shattered the ice, and kicked his leg out hard enough to send a shock-wave that knocked over idle students and killed Weiss flames.

Weiss however sped through the shock wave, and went to stab Jaune. The blade mere inches from his heart, Jaune leaned down to head butt Weiss while dodging the blade. Weiss went down like a sack of potatos.

Nora went down with hammer at Jaune, but he moved and let her fall on his knee, then grab her by the neck with his teeth throwing her through a wall. Jauen followed up with a kick behind him hitting Ren rag dolling him.

Pyrrha appeared last, an launched a series of precise shots and then strikes at Jaune, only for him to dodge each one, and knee her when she over extended by the millimeter.

WIth that the last of the challengers fell unconscious. All within twenty second, All with Goodwitch in his arms.

“Nice try, I’ll come collect the one’s who tried tomorrow, but first.” Jaune grabbed a handful of Goodwitch’s ass, causing her to gasp out. “I got break in the new Arc.”

“It’s Goodwitch..” She muttered weakly.

“Not anymore.” “...Ok.”

“Ozpin, anyone else that wants to try can do so tomorrow when I merc’ you ass.”

And with that the Arc left, taking Ozpins secretary with him.

-

That was the other side of the Arc clan, one of maruding madmen who recorded their grudges and never let them go, holding onto any slight for centuries, training their young to perfecting and taking fresh blood to increase their grudge spilling power.

Destroying Grimm Hordes because they killed a family pet.

Killing Tyrants for increasing taxes.

Cucking buisness men, because they heard they them demean their name.

The list goes on. But the fact is the Arc Clan is petty beyond reason, and always looking for more members... If you meet their interest that is.

AN: Added a drop of smut in there, don’t know how I feel about it. Hope it turned out ok. Then again it’s crack.

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

A Great Treasure

(Jaskier just constantly getting kidnapped by dragons and dressed real pretty? Yeah. I’m into it.)

tw: gratuitous, almost My Immortal levels of outfit description because I am A Ho For The Look, dragons being horny, Geralt being soft as fuck but also kinda horny

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The next dragon that took Jaskier wasn’t nearly as sneaky. Nor was it green. The great, sapphire-blue reptile swooped down above the road in broad daylight and plucked the surprised bard up with its great talons, disappearing over the tops of the trees before Geralt could so much as think to pull his sword. The Witcher heard Jaskier’s startled cry echo out over the forest and urged Roach into a canter. He departed from the beaten path and took off in the same general direction the creature had been headed. “It hasn’t even been three full fucking weeks yet. Fuck.”

Hello, Jaskier! I’m a friend of Etheid’s, the dragon introduced herself. The draconic method of telepathic communication still bothered the bard a little but the blue dragon’s voice seemed more sing-song than Etheid’s had been. Certainly more feminine. Call me Lythos, or Lyth for short. 

“Nice to meet you, Lythos,” Jaskier muttered, clenching his eyes shut tightly. “Let’s talk more when we’re on solid ground, yeah?”

Afraid of heights, bardling?

“Just a smidgen of a little bit.”

Worry not, we’re nearly to my tower.

“Another tower?”

Whatever happened to talking on solid ground?

“I’ve been kidnapped by two dragons in one month. I’m curious.”

I doubt this will be the last time you’re kidnapped by a dragon, either. Not until one of my brethren gives up during their turn or loses the bet.

“Their turn? What bet?! What are you talking about?”

I will explain the situation to you more fully when we land. There is much to be discussed. Many things to plan. Many rules to be determined and recorded for the others. 

Jaskier sighed, glad he’d left his lute tied to Roach’s saddlebags today, and let himself be carried off to yet another strange adventure. “So you guys are just going to keep swooping in and stealing me away like this because it’s fun?”

Yes. And because Borch said that you and Geralt are kind-hearted and friendly mortals. We dragons don’t meet many such humans in our travels; we’d like to reward you somehow.

“So you’re rewarding me by kidnapping me?”

That’s why we included the second part of the deal, with the elaborately designed outfits. It’s not just because we enjoy collecting treasures from all over the Continent and squirreling them away to play with later; it’s also our form of payment to you. If you’re dressed from head to toe in silk and gold when Geralt rescues you then there’s no time to stop and take those items off before you ‘escape’. You can keep them or sell them; anything you are given by one of us should be considered payment for services rendered.

“And the service that Geralt and I are providing is...entertainment?”

Correct. It would be unfair to use up so much of a Witcher’s time without paying him.

“You’d be surprised how many people do that, actually,” Jaskier griped. “Village after village, turning him away without payment just because he’s a mutant and a freak. It’s horrible!”

Now you understand why my kin are so desperate for something good in the world. The love between you and Geralt is pure and strong, that is the other reason we chose the two of you.

Jaskier blushed. “We’re just a couple of flimsy mortals that happened to bump into each other and get along. Most of the time. It’s a very human thing to do. There are other couples in need of some emotional urging, if you’re looking to orchestrate a romance.”

No, we wish only to further yours. Now, would you care to look through the clothes I’ve gathered? We have at least another day before your Witcher finds us. 

“Less than a day if he chooses not to pause for meditation, the fool.”

He will not risk losing you, Lythos sighed happily. I checked in on him earlier; he is meditating and gathering his strength. He has admitted his love for you now and is determined to prove himself. How dreamy.

“That is absolutely precious! Ugh, I love him so much.” 

Then let us make you lovely, so that when he arrives he is doubly excited to see you.

“I can’t argue with that logic. Not from such an ancient and wise creature.”

Flattery gets you everywhere, bard, Lythos teased. She huffed out a thin cloud of steam and Jaskier chuckled in return. 

“I know.”

---

“Are you kidding me?”

Absolutely not, the dragon shook its snout. Try them on. Unless you don’t like it, of course; I have other options, too.

“No, it’s all very lovely. It’s just...I get to keep them?”

Of course. I don’t want to make you change your clothes in the middle of Geralt’s daring rescue. That would totally ruin the romance!

“I suppose that would be rather odd. Even Geralt might catch on to something like that.” Jaskier held clothes the dragon had preferred in his hands, glancing once more at the suggested shirt. “What exactly is this supposed to be?”

It’s a tunic, of course. What else could it possibly be?

The bard gesticulated towards the dragon, holding the apparent tunic out for inspection as if he was shocked or surprised by Lyth’s choice. “It’s completely sheer!”

Yes, and it will make you look so very delicate, Lythos urged. Just try it on with the pants. Just once. You can change if you don’t like it, like I said. There’s a whole closet of costumery at your disposal, Jaskier.

The bard sighed and pulled the pants on first. They were made of a deep, peacock blue silk and hugged him in all the right places. He turned back and forth, observing their fit in the full-length mirror Lythos had provided. His legs were defined but the material wasn’t overly tight; it hadn’t bunched up near his thighs or ass like silk of this kind usually did. “Were these tailored to fit me?”

Yes, they were. 

“How? I’ve only been here for a few hours and you pulled these directly from the armoire!”

Etheid passed along your measurements to the rest of us so that we could better prepare.

“Right, of course. Dragons. Bets. All that fun stuff,” the bard sighed. He tugged the gossamer shirt down over his head and tucked it neatly into the waistband of his high-waisted trousers. Jaskier glanced towards the mirror again and discovered that he looked...he looked amazing. 

The shirt had been designed with a low, swooping neckline that revealed both his collarbones and a good portion of his chest. The thin, almost translucent white material left whatever the shirt did cover still almost entirely visible. When he blushed it could be rather obviously traced all the way down to his mid-chest. The giddy bard mussed his hair a little and did his best pouting ‘rescue me’ face; oh yes, that’s the way to do it. 

Jaskier looked downright sinful. 

“You are absolutely brilliant, Lythos! Geralt is going to lose his mind when he sees me in this ensemble.”

So you’ll wear it?

“This particular outfit is my new favorite. I’ll have to wait until the next dragon shows up before we can turn a profit from this whole bard-napping melodrama venture.”

There is always the jewelry. I can give you a few extra pieces to sell since you love the clothes so much; I have too much of the stuff sitting around and collecting dust anyway.

“Would you like it if I let you choose all my jewelry? I’m afraid I tend to go a bit overboard.”

Yes, yes! The dragon huffed happily, filling the space briefly with a cloud of steam. I have temporary earrings and bracelets and necklaces. I even have anklets if you so desire. 

“Goody!” the bard rejoiced. “I love anklets! I never have good enough reason to wear them, though. This will be lovely. Do you mind if I roll the pants up to my knees? Geralt does so love the sight of my bare skin. I think it would drive him absolutely mad if we showed a little ankle for the Witcher.”

Please do whatever you see fit, my friend, Lythos insisted. You must sparkle for your White Wolf. You must look the part of the treasure he seeks to find!

“Ah, so I’m a treasure this time instead of a damsel?”

Hmm, yes. I think that makes it more interesting. What kind of treasure would you like to be?

“Geralt’s,” the bard breathed dreamily. The large, winged reptile rolled her eyes and huffed again.

Duh, that’s the point. I meant like...pirate treasure? A king’s treasure? I’ve never done roleplay before. Mostly just burning down the houses of rude nobles and kidnapping some princesses upon request. I’m not incredibly familiar with human treasure.

“Oh! I could be your hoard!”

You’re brilliant! Of course! This will be so fun. What if you laid in my tail when Geralt arrived? Like I was guarding you?

“Well then how would he get me away without hurting you?”

I could make him give a speech? Woo you away from me with your words?

“Oh, that’s very clever. Very dramatic. I love it!”

We do make a good team, I think.

“Do you have any makeup? This look would be excellent with some eyeliner.”

You are definitely as entertaining and fun as Etheid promised. I’m sure that Aramaris will enjoy you just as much.

“Wait, who’s Aramaris?”

They chose the next lot after me. Then, after Aramaris has their turn, Vertos would like a chance to partake. 

“Hold on a minute. There’s a waiting list of dragons who want to kidnap me?”

And see Geralt come running to your aid, yes. It is rather sweet to watch and we are all very bored. We’re going to see who can make you the prettiest and get Geralt the most worked up. 

“So this is just a game to you?”

As I said before, it is both a game and a legitimate matchmaking endeavor. Additionally, we’re compensating you for your time and trouble.

“I suppose,” Jaskier agreed. “Plus this outfit is absolutely to die for.”

Yes, and now to the makeup!

---

Geralt was very confused and very tired. He had tracked the dragon through the woods to yet another ancient, dilapidated tower. Jaskier was hidden at the top, no doubt, probably terrified out of his mind. This was the second dragon to capture his idiot bard in a fucking month, though the first time had been extremely unorthodox. Just plain odd, really, considering Geralt’s previous experiences. 

Oh well, nothing he could do now except climb the tower and rescue Jaskier.

---

Jaskier was waiting for his Witcher to arrive while reclining within the coil of Lythos’s enormous blue tail His pants were only a half-shade brighter than her scales and the contrast was remarkably artistic (perhaps by design). The bard was barefoot and his pants were rolled up to just below the knee. Lyth had insisted on decking him out in lots of jewelry since Jaskier was to be her supposed hoard. It will be more realistic and believable if you’re dripping with silver and sapphires, bard. He found himself unable to argue with her logic once again.

Jaskier had a handful of thin silver bands around one ankle, a silver cuff around his left wrist, and another bejeweled cuff at the top of his left bicep, beneath the shirt. Lythos had added a thin silver chain around his neck, which fell to just above his chest hair and ended with a teardrop shaped sapphire pendant. Some kind of crushed gemstone powder had been dusted atop his collarbones and into his hair, making him seem to sparkle in the midday sun. He’d added a light, smudged layer of kohl around his eyes to widen and darken them like he had once at court. The dragon had also demanded that he slide several rings of various styles and sizes onto his long, tapered fingers. It will draw his attention to your hands, she explained. You will thank me tonight, I’m sure.

That suggestion had Jaskier blushing brightly and Lythos had nearly snorted fire from laughing so hard at the young man’s reaction. 

Here he comes! She announced, bringing Jaskier’s back to the present. His blue eyes fixated on the thick wooden door that led from the chamber where Lythos lay curled and ‘guarding’ him to the bedchamber where he’d stayed the last two nights. Very shortly after her announcement there was a determined grunt, a heavy thud, and the door crashed open to reveal Geralt. 

The Witcher was breathing heavily and his nostrils were flared but he wasn’t wearing his armor. He hadn’t been wearing it last time, either, and Jaskier wondered if he was already onto their little charade. “You know I won’t win if we battle,” Geralt admitted, staring across the room at the lounging dragon.

His eyes flickered to Jaskier for a moment, widened when they took in the bard’s appearance, and then returned to staring down the monster. 

I don’t intend to fight you, Witcher, Lythos said, projecting her bored words into both of their minds. Jaskier knew that she was faking the cold disinterest but his heart still picked up speed when one of her large claws hooked beneath his chin and raised him into a slightly taller sitting position. Though I suspect that you’ve come to take back my newest treasure and I am loathe to let it go so soon.

The Witcher nodded, unable to form words. He was nervous for the life of his bard but he was also slightly distracted by the way Jaskier was being forced to arch his neck and tilt his head that way. The bard looked so fucking breakable and soft, surrounded by scales and held partially aloft by such a strong and pointed appendage. His eyes were wide and completely focused on the Witcher, his own peril seemingly irrelevant even as he gasped against the scraping claw. Geralt shook his head to clear it and narrowed his eyes even more. “Don’t hurt him.”

It’s my treasure, Lythos hummed dismissively. I will do with the human lad as I please. Go away, Witcher, and leave us to play.

“He’s not a toy,” Geralt growled. He reached for his sword and cursed when his hand swiped through empty air. He knew bringing a weapon up so many flights of stairs was pointless but he still should have kept it on him for safety. Jaskier made a gentle, nervous noise and the Wicher flinched. “Please don’t hurt him!”

You would barter for the human? For his safe return?

“Take me instead,” Geralt offered. He held his hands up in surrender and took a slow step forward. Lythos lowered Jaskier back down to his lazily reclined position and raised her scaly brow. The bard was shocked; he hadn’t been expecting the Witcher to do something so drastic right away. He’d anticipated some kind of argument first.

You would sacrifice yourself for him? Trade yourself to me in order to save him?

“Of course,” the Witcher scoffed. Lythos could hear his slow heartbeat starting to accelerate. “I love him. I’d do anything for him.”

Hmm. Little treasure, what do you think?

“I can’t let him do that for me. He’s a Witcher, I am merely a traveling bard. The world has more need for him than it does for me.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt half-whimpered. A pleading tone bled into his words as he took another step forward, this time towards the bard, “You foolish man. I know you. You’d grow bored here. You’d grow antsy to travel. You’d try to escape and you’d get yourself hurt or killed or...”

I protect what is mine, the dragon interrupted. He will be safe here. I will keep him happy and entertained.

“Please,” the Witcher sighed. He dropped to his knees and bowed his head forward, white hair falling in a curtain around his ridiculously attractive face. “Jaskier was the first good thing Destiny ever did for me. I can’t lose him.”

I have seen into your heart and know these feelings to be true, Lythos intoned. She spoke as if she was making a very difficult decision and not sticking to a vague pre-determined script. You may take the bard and go, but you must hurry. I may change my mind.

Jaskier clambered out from between the coils of her massive tail and allowed Geralt to sweep him up into those strong, stable arms. He clung to the Witcher’s neck and buried his face to hide his smile. Lythos said her final goodbye to the bard alone; I hope my kin treat you fairly. If they do not, let me know, and I shall take care of it. Thank you for the lovely time.

“Thank YOU,” Jaskier mouthed. 

And then they began to descend the winding tower staircase.

---

“I hope I never see another dragon again in my life except for maybe Borch,” Geralt panted, urging Roach into a slightly faster canter.

“Yeah,” Jaskier said, smiling a little to himself. “Running into another dragon so soon after two nearly identical kidnappings would be very strange.”

[tartagilicious]

[CN] Kiro’s Show Contract Date (eng translation)

✨kirp ✨  

⭐️ this date contains spoilers for a plot not released in English yet!

⭐️ sorry this took so long, doing my junior year of high school online was a very bad decision 😔

⭐️ dedicated to @kudoriee​ @flowerpoem​ & @elainabearie​ , who had to witness me freaking out about this date for two hours straight lol

— 

Seeing the clock advance further every minute, I finally took a deep breath and made up my mind.

MC: If you break the contract, you break the contract… I can’t disregard his health.

I picked up the phone and was about to make a call to Savin when an incoming call jumped onto the interface faster.

Kiro: Good morning, Miss potato chips!

MC: Did your fever go down today?

Kiro: Ah….After taking my medicine in the morning, my body temperature has stabled. My fever’s gone down and my condition is much better than yesterday.

MC: That’s good. You have a good rest Savin and I will take care of this aspect of the show.

Kiro: Well, I know the boss is the best.

MC: In short, you still have to take your medicine today, so please pay attention to the time…

Kiro: I know, I know.

I urged a few more words out of him, but just as I was about to hang up, other voices suddenly seemed to come from the other end of the receiver.... The voices of Kiki and Anna?

MC: Wait wait, kiro, where are you now? Are you at home?

Kiro: Hey, you already heard it. Then should I just come directly in?

As soon as Kiro’s words fell, the door of the office next to me opened, and bright golden hair and his bright smiling face leaped into my eyes. His blue eyes are clear as promised, but the faint sickness under his eyelashes cannot be hidden.

Kiro hung up the call and cleared his throat.

Kiro: Although I said it on the phone, I have to say it again in person: good morning, Miss potato chips~

MC: Kiro?! Why did you come to the company?

Kiro: Of course, it’s because I have to come! Don’t I have to go to a show today?

MC: I was just about to contact Savin to talk about this. Should we cancel this big show?

Kiro: But if the business refuses to perform, won’t you get a big penalty?

MC: You don’t need to comment on the liquidated damages. You need to rest now. If this performance makes you more sick, we’ll have a real problem then. Your health and safety are the first and most important things to me.

Kiro: ...___

He watched me seriously and abruptly smiled.

Kiro: I’m really happy that you care so much about me, but I still want to participate in this big show. First of all, because I prepared a lot for this performance, I don’t want to give up so easily; secondly, um…

Kiro seemed to be unable to think of the second reason. His eyes were so wide for a minute that he grabbed my hand.

Kiro: Secondly, I’ll always do things that make you think I am doing the best, so… trust me.

When we arrived at the show, the place had already begun intensive preparations. Models gathered in the backstage, and everyone was looking gorgeous and brilliant. When Kiro walked in, it was obvious that his mask still covered most of his face, but everyone’s eyes were still chasing the bright light subconsciously.

Reporter: Kiro is coming!

Model: It’s Kilo!

Savin: Sorry, let’s go, let’s go-!

Seeing that various forms of media were coming forward, Savin hurriedly cleared the way ahead and sent Kiro and I into a single dressing room.

Savin: ___, I’ll go to communicate with the stagehands over the specific performance situation, please help me with Kiro.

MC: Ok, leave it to me here.

Kiro: Leave it to me too!

As Kiro said this, he gave Savin a saluting gesture.

I can’t help but laugh, and my nervousness eased slightly along the way. He took off his mask and let out a long breath.

Kiro: Then I'll change clothes first, see you soon!

MC: Okay!

Taking advantage of Kiro’s time to change, I got hot water in the meantime. After he came out of the dressing room, I put a cup of tea in his hand.

Kiro: This is..

MC: Although you say that you’ll be strong, your voice may not necessarily listen to you.

Kiro laughed after hearing my mumble.

Kiro: Maybe I can find new ways to sing and develop new songs after losing my voice…

MC: Don’t even think about it. I don’t want to have a broken voiced Kiro.

I glared at him pretending to be angry, and Kiro’s mouth was tangled, but he obediently took the glass in my hand and drank it.

MC: And along with that, you also need this.

I took out a box of lozenges from my bag and poured one into his hand.

MC: This, you should have one. Some time ago, I had countless experiences, and I depended on them to continue in life, otherwise I might be the inexperienced one today.

Kiro: Were you that busy some time ago?

MC: Yes, the company had to expand its enrollment again, and I saw countless scenarios again, I always felt like I was busy.

Kiro: But when I called you the day before yesterday, you said that you weren’t busy. Miss potato chips, this is being a bad head of staff, obviously you’re still better than me.

He stretched out his voice and “condemned” me. I quickly raised my hands and surrendered, turning the subject away.

MC: Okay, I was wrong anyway… You eat the lozenges first!

Kiro: You’ve got yourself a deal.

He put the candy in his mouth, his cheeks bulging like a hampster.

Kiro: This is also my favourite flavour!

For this big show, Kiro will sing two songs, one is the opening song and the other is the middle warm-up. The two songs are in a different pitch and style. Perhaps thanks to the lozenges, Kiro was in a very stable state during the afternoon rehearsal.

He even has the extra energy to discuss with the director how to integrate into the catwalk better and how to present a more gorgeous stage presence. He still looks energetic and he doesn’t have the appearance of someone performing while sick.

Until the end of the first song of the formal performance in the evening, while preparing for the second warm-up song, I took his temperature again. But, the results this time had me shocked.

Looking at the abnormal value on the thermometer, my heart was pounding, and I couldn’t help but call out to him.

MC: Kiro, you, how are you?

Kiro: Hmm? I’m fine.

His eyes were slightly out of focus. He raised his attention after hearing my question, but his reaction was obviously slower than usual. My worry fell into his sapphire eyes clearly, and he blinked.

Kiro: Is ___ worried about me?

MC: I’ve been worried about how you’re doing!

I handed him the anti-fever medication, and watched him drink the water in the cup without leaving a single drop. I couldn’t help but whisper,

MC: You promised you wouldn’t overwork yourself.

Kiro: You also promised to believe in me. Don’t worry, although I can’t play a lively concert for three hours, I can sing one more song!

He poses a few times like a superhero, but the makeup artist behind him pats his arms and signals for him not to move. Kiro stuck out his tongue, and suddenly seemed to think of something.

Kiro: By the way, can Miss potato chips give me another lozenge? I want to clear my throat again.

Kiro, who couldn’t move, opened his mouth to me confidently. But the cunning blue eyes obviously expose his intent -- it was deliberate. I reluctantly took out the bag and delivered the throat lozenge to his mouth. Kiro quickly took it away with his teeth, but accidentally rubbed away the lipstick on his mouth.

MC: Oops, the makeup is a little smudged! Don’t move and I’ll wipe it away for you….

As I said this, I quickly stretched out my hand, wanting to erase the blemish. Kiro’s face was so close that I could tell, the concealer perfectly covered his illness, and the foundation hid his weakness. In order to fit the stage makeup ordered by the big show, his already stunning face was carved into an even more beautiful face, and almost all signs of exhaustion were cut off.

Only when my fingertips touch his lips can I clearly feel his warm breath. It is as vivid as ever. I carefully erased that little flaw, and with satisfaction looked back at it.

MC: Alright, the prosperous beauty Kiro Zhou, you’re freshly baked!

Kiro looked at himself in the makeup mirror and raised his eyebrows.

Kiro: How many people do you think can handle being charmed by such a beautiful Kiro in one time?

MC: You’ve fascinated everyone in the city in a radius of about 500 miles!

The staff all around laughed at this sentence, and Kiro’s eyes flashed lightly, as if to say something, but in the end he didn’t speak. The staff came and knocked on the door to the dressing room, indicating that the next runway show was about to begin.

I finally adjust the decorations on his clothes, but I can’t help but say a few more words.

MC: If you feel uncomfortable in your throat, don’t force anything. You can do a lower tone. I believe in you as long as you try your best in your current state.

I spoke very firmly and honestly, and I knew he would understand what I meant.

Kiro: That… Miss potato chips, please come and cheer for me.

He opened his hands to me calmly, and I took into account the look he had just taken care of, and just wanted to give him a hug. In the next second, his powerful palm is placed on my back and I’ve received a full hug.

MC: Ki--

Kiro’s heavy head rested on my shoulder, and his hot breath brushed my ears, making my heart thump loudly.

Kiro: I don’t need the attention of everyone within 500 miles, as long as you watch me.

His voice is very soft, but it made my heart beat violently in my chest.

Kiro let go of me and raised his hand towards me, only to have me realise that at some point the box of lozenges were in his hand.

Kiro: This is my lucky item today, let it accompany me on stage!

After speaking, he put the sugar in his pocket, and amidst the sound of music and grand applause, he walked towards the runway. The prelude sounded, and the light followed him with his slowly moving footsteps. When Kiro hummed the first note, I had no choice but to pay attention like the others, completely immersed in his musical world.

He didn’t drop or change the key, but his slightly hoarse voice gave the old song a new charm. Models now wore new costumes of varying styles, passing by him like flowing water. It’s like countless planets orbiting the stars, and Kiro is the brightest one in the universe called the stage. At any time, it’s obvious that I’ll be pulled in by the gravity of Kiro.

The big show ended smoothly with a round of applause.

I just wanted to go to Kiro, but I met a media party who I had cooperated with before and had to accept a short interview offer. When I finally got out, I happened to see the most eye-catching figure in the crowd.

MC: Kiro!

Kiro was surrounded by models, and though he turned his head back to me, he didn’t seem to hear my call.  The models finished taking a photo with him, watched him eagerly, and handed a signature pen to him. After he finished signing, the group still didn’t leave, but asked something of him yet again.  

I hesitated, and when I didn’t know whether to call him again, Kiro seemed to sense something and turned to me. The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up and he waved at me. As I walked over, Kiro pointed to his throat innocently.

Kiro: I’m uncomfortable, ___, please come and be my translator.

Hearing his voice muffled, my heart immediately dropped.

MC: What do you want me to say?

He came close to my ear and whispered something.

Kiro: The casting of the new music video…

I suddenly realised.

MC: They want to fight for roles?!

Kiro: Now that they’ve seen the menacing male protagonist, of course they want to create an opportunity for themselves.

MC: I understand.

I smiled and expressed my gratitude to the models for their love of Kiro, and then I changed the topic and said to them in a more business-like tone:

MC: Kiro needs rest now. As for work, please ask your agent to get into contact with his. Besides, it’s not a matter if casting so much as it is something that can’t be settled in a short time

The models glanced at each other and were too embarrassed to interrupt, apologised to both of us, and left. After they were far away, I heard a light laugh from behind me.

Kiro: ...It seems that this trick is quite useful.

His voice clung to my ears with the fresh scent of candy on his breath, his words clear. I reacted instantly.

MC: So your voice isn’t hoarse at all!

Kiro: Shhh, keep your voice down! It’s hard enough to get everyone to leave, do you want them to come back? And with my “boss” as my aid, they’re too embarrassed to come and chat with me.

I looked around and found that indeed no one was trying to come over and talk to him. Maybe Kiro had great acting skills, because even his eyes after the show were a little sympathetic.

MC: Well, that’s reasonable… but what are we going to do now?

Kiro: Didn’t you just say you were tired? Let’s find a place to rest!

After speaking, he hooked my finger and quietly led us out of the venue together. No one was in the dressing room, and Kiro finally let out a sigh of relief after closing the door. Under the iridescent lights, even with heavy makeup, you can still the fatigue in his eyes.

MC: Kiro, have you been holding on okay?

Kiro: No, that’s why I asked you for help.

Kiro nodded arrogantly and pulled me into the dressing table.

Kiro: cough! I'm dizzy, flushed and can't lift my hands anymore. could i please trouble ___ to remove my makeup?

He blinked as he spoke, and his pupils were so bright that I couldn’t find any reason to refuse.

MC: Then sit down, and I’ll look for something to remove the makeup.

I searched for makeup remover and cotton pads in the makeup cabinet, washed my hands, pushed my hair behind my ears, leaned down slightly, and motioned for Kiro to close his eyes. When he raised his head, the glitter and tich colours at the centre of his eyes were soaked in lotion -- revealing the original skin tone.

It was as if the most exquisite porcelain had been burnt for a moment, his fair complexion showing a strange flush. My heart tightened and I almost blurted out advice.

MC: Kiro, you really need to take a good rest… I’ll tell Savin to push back all of the work ahead of you.

Kiro: In fact, Savin has already promised to let me take a short vacation, so i estimate that you’ll receive word in a while.

MC: Fortunately, this time I’ll let him supervise your itinerary and put you at home for a good rest.

Kiro: Just rest?

MC: ..What else?

Kiro: Since getting a holiday is rare, it’s better to have a little fun.

MC: Interesting.

Kiro: Yes! I bought the limited edition of the game that was released last month, but I haven’t opened the packing yet; there’s also a particularly good looking comic that i’ve stocked up on, and this time i can catch up; and you can catch up on the new episode of my TV series that aired a few days ago!

He used his fingers to count every single activity he could so one by one, and I couldn’t help but rub the tip of his nose with the cotton pad.

MC: Then let the bag of lozenges and your cello also accompany you?

Kiro: That’s better! But well,.. This kind of vacation can only be regarded as substantial, and is a bit short of being “fun”.  It would be more interesting if the video game could be completed as a team; if a TV series and comic books can be consumed with someone to talk about them with, it will be more interesting. When cats tease dogs, I think they’ll eventually become friends.

Kiro opened his eyes, and my reflection was clear in his bright pupils.

Kiro: I think that would be “interesting”.

Kiro looked at me seriously and made a genuine invitation.

Kiro: So in the coming times, will Miss potato chips continue to be my “translator”?

Being watched by such a pair of gentle eyes, it is impossible for anyone to look away, let alone say a word of rejection. The interesting life he constructed is also the interesting life I've experienced.

MC: Ok.. the “translator” may not work around the clock, but I can come after I get off work and I can be your “fun explorer”.

When he heard the first half of the sentence, Kiro’s brows furrowed, but after I finished speaking, he smiled again.

Kiro: Then I have to listen carefully, what’s a “fun explorer”?

MC: The literal meaning is that I’ll do everything that you want to do with you.

Kiro: Really?

MC: Yes! But for the sake of your voice, this explorer will strictly supervise you during the vacation, and you aren’t allowed to eat any heavy sweets!

Kiro: Ah, why’s this? I still want to secretly have a snack party with you!

Kiro pretended to be frustrated and extended the ending sound of his words, but did not refuse my concerns.

Kiro: Then let’s promise, we’re now holiday partners!

He stretched out his hand and pressed my thumb to his. It seems to have stamped an agreement that spans time in my heart.

[willsimpforazula]

Sokkla Month Day 3: FMA:B AU

A/N: NGL i did toy with making sokka as mustang and azula as hawkeye but it be like it do. It was either this or Fate/Stay Night AU where someone needs a mana transfer (if you didn't know what a mana transfer is, good. pls stay pure) Anyways, without further ado-

Tunnels

Fifth Laboratory

Central City

As soon as Envy started to brag about how Ty Lee couldn't bring herself to shoot her wife in the face and the look of shock on her face, Sokka knew by the way her entire body was tensing up that this was not going to end well for both sides. While Envy was still oblivious, Sokka braced himself for the screams that were sure to follow the smug laughs.

"Congratu-fucking-lations Envy, you've just played yourself." Azula coldly smirked, her face in a sort of grin that reminded Sokka way too much of Kimblee that it sent a chill down his spine. Pocketing her gloves to reveal a transmutation circle etched into the top of her hand, she turned to look Envy in the eye before snapping her fingers.

Instantly, the room was filled with the agonizing screams of the homunculus as its tongue was set ablaze in a flash of turquoise. Glaring at Azula, she merely remarked "Remarkable, isn't it? After all, the human tongue has a rather high percentage of fat, which makes it oh so easy to burn."

Turning to the rest of the assembled group, Azula barked "Go find this Father guy, me and the lieutenant will deal with this sack of shit."

"You heard the man, let's go."

"But-"

"That's an order." Sokka barked to Aang.

"Look kid, we don't got much time." one of the Chimeras urged. Reluctantly, they started to move deeper and deeper into the tunnels. Before Envy could even move to block, it found itself on the receiving end of another sapphire barrage, scorching it from head to toe.

"So, you're the one who burnt Lust to a crisp." it huffed and puffed, as it spent the lives the Philosopher's stone contained to regenerate its health.

"Then you know just what kind of fate awaits you."

Enraged, it abandoned its human disguise and took on it's true form, a massive green hulking beast that had a host of faces stretching against it's very skin, their death masks an unnerving sight.

"I was just going easy on you, but now I'll make sure you and your pretty little boytoy there is going to- AHHH!FUCK!"

"You truly are a special kind of dumbfuck aren't you? First you openly brag about killing my closest friend, now you give me a bigger target to hit?" she laughed, before zapping him with rapid strikes that soon filled the air with smoke, soot and the ever familiar smell of burning flash that for a brief moment, transported Sokka back to that hot, blood-soaked sands of Ishval.

Sensing that it probably wasn't the best idea to hang around in the place where Lust got fried by her, it chose the only sensible option and ran on all fours into the labyrinth.

"Sokka, stay here. This one's mine to settle."

"She was my friend too!"

" Lieutenant Sokka Hawkeye , this is a direct order from your superior to stand down."

"Fine."

Turning to face the tunnels, she strode in with a singular purpose and aim. To avenge the death of Ty Lee.

-----

"Scar?"

"What is it?"

"I need to talk to you?"

"It's about the Colonel, isn't it?."

A nod. "I figured as much.", he sighed, "That face, the rage, I used to be like that long ago. The way I see it, she'll burn herself up long before she'll even get a chance to recover."

As if to emphasize his point, the sounds of Envy's tortured screams as it was relentlessly pursued echoed through the corridors. "Come, we need to keep moving." Reluctantly, Aang nodded and grit his teeth, steeling his heart to the blood curdling screams of someone getting burnt repeatedly.

-----

"Show yourself, you freak! Weren't you all high and mighty, boasting about your exploits, hmm? Too scared to pick on someone your own size?" she taunted, eyes peeled for any sign of movement.

"Come out come out wherever you are...or else I'll burn off your skin, bit by teensy bit, you worthless piece of crap." she continued, her voice raising by several octaves and taking on an almost sadistic tone.. Hearing the echoing cries and the almost  sing song taunts, Sokka could stand it no longer and headed down the tunnels, his pistol at the low ready.

------

Turning a corner, Azula heard an all too familiar voice call out "Hey there, Colonel." Snapping around, she saw Ty Lee standing in her uniform leaning nonchalantly against the wall, before she lunged at her. She won't dare to touch her, not if the-

Her thoughts were cut short as Azula's face, twisted with rage, blasted the lookalike with an unceasing torrent. For good measure, she even charred the cartilage in its left knee and burnt out the soles on the right foot in addition to singing its eyes.

"If you think I'm afraid of calling in fires danger close, need I give you a lesson in who I am?" her lips curling in a feral grin before blasting her once more. At this point, Envy knew better than to try and reason with her and ran. "So much for homunculi being the superior being."  she tutted, her face stained with traces of soot and ash that left black streaks on her  creamy white skin.

Taking respite in a mass of pipes, it spotted Sokka, who was looking for her, hoping against hope that she didn't completely lose herself. Even injured, it formed up a devious plan as it stalked him from the shadows.

"Fuck, this place is like a maze." he uttered, wandering through the tunnels. Hearing the sound of boots, he clung to the shadows. When the noise drew level, he aimed it at her face at the same time Azula pointed her fingers at him. For a brief moment, neither side let their guard down, before exhaling.

"Didn't I tell you to stay back?"

"I couldn't Colonel. Besides, someone needs to make sure you don't do something stupid."

"You're probably right. An extra set of eyes would be helpful."

Traveling a short distance, Sokka suddenly paused and leveled his gun at the back of her head.

"Do you know who your gun is pointed at?"

"Who? Don't make me laugh, when it's just us, the Colonel calls me by my first name." Turning to face her, Envy (who was disguised as Azula) smirked. "So you two really are that close huh." Letting out a small breath, Sokka executed a double tap to the chest and one to the head before replying "I lied."

Shrugging off his shots, Envy got back up and tried to rush him, but Sokka calmly slammed two rounds into the kneecaps, making it kneel on the ground as he leisurely holstered his dry gun and drew two more from his back, knocking out its arms and wrists before finally unslinging the rifle and giving the homunculus a dose of high speed lead poisoning.

Thoroughly pissed off, Envy lashed out and stabbed his shoulder, making him drop the rifle before it wrapped an appendage around him and smacked him upside the head. Before it could paint the walls with his grey matter, the real Colonel Azula arrived and toasted Envy, rendering its grip on him a pile of soot and ash.

"You truly are a glutton for punishment aren't you? First you kill my friend and boast about it, now you hurt my lieutenant? I swear I will burn you until you're nothing but a pile of ash and dust. And I've got all the time in the world, you miserable rat." Even as she spoke, her fingers snapped like a machine gun setting it ablaze over and over again.

"How many lives you've got left? Six? Sixty? Six hundred? No matter, it's all the same to me. Tell me, how does it feel to get your ass roasted by the very same person who killed Lust in the very same way?"

"Why you-GAH!!!"

"Stop, please!"

"What, not hot enough? I'll gladly crank up the heat. Stay back lieutenant, it's going to get a little toasty in here." Like a well oiled machine, her snap came almost naturally and any humanoid form of Envy was finally turned into cinders, whilst the tip of her gloves were starting to char and smoke. From the ashes, a green six legged slug-esque creature crawled away, it's squeaking voice lamenting at having been reduced to this form once again.

Without hesitation, Azula applied pressure on the offending creature, before commenting "So this is your true form. What a pathetic little being."

"P-Please-don't kill me!" it begged.

"Envy means jealousy, does it not? Well then, you won't have anything to be jealous of very shortly."

"Nooo please I don't want to die, not like this!!" it screeched.

Before Azula could turn the hapless homunculus into the next life, a sound of a hammer being cocked gave her paused.

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

"That's far enough. I'll handle it"

"What does it matter if it's me or you that deals the final blow? The fucker is going to die regardless, so lower your weapon."

"No. I cannot obey that."

"I will not ask again."

"Put your damn hands in the air, now!"

A burst of alchemically created earth wave soon took the decision making away from them as it launched it right into Aang's hand, who kept a vice like grip on it.

"Nice of you to drop by. Now hand it over."

"No."

"This is a direct order by a superior officer, hand it over."

"No."

"Are you asking for a fight and a court martial?"

"Bring it on by all means. But take a good look at yourself and ask, is this the face you want to lead Amestris with?!"

"Kill it if you wish, what right do I have as someone who has done the same. But I shudder to think what kind of world such a person held prisoner by their desire for vengeance would create." Scar added.

"Colonel, I have no intention of letting that slimeball live to see the next sunrise but please, this is not your fight anymore."

"No, you don't understand! I finally ran the bastard down, the bastard who killed Ty Lee! I-"

"But still, I cannot let you do something so reckless! Justice is what she needed, not this blind hatred for her killer. If this is how you act if one person wrongs you, what then will you do if a region or hell, another nation crosses you? Will you turn it into another Ishval? No, I will not let you."

"Please, let it go. I know you're better than that, Azula. I'm begging you, please!" "Go on, do what you need to. Then what?"

"Then it'll be the second last shot I'll ever take. After that, what else is there to live for?"

"No, that won't happen. That can never happen." Summoning her rage, she loosed off an intense jet that blackened the walls of a nearby tunnel, it's heat making everyone sweat like a hot August day.

Looking at the people around her, she remarked "Ironic, isn't it? Scolded by a child, lectured by a man who has all the right to seek vengeance against me for the crimes against his people and you, you-"

"-I've done it again." she ended mournfully. Clasping the hand that was still pointing at her, she gently lowered it down, saying "I've hurt you. Please, forgive me.", before kneeling at his feet, covering her face as the waterworks were out in full force. Holstering his derringer, he too dropped to his knees, and held her in his arms as she cried into his shoulders.

"Azula, I forgive you." he whispered in her ear, all caution and decorum thrown right out of the window as he rubbed her back in small circles.

"Really?" she looked up with red rimmed golden eyes.

"Really."

"Thank you, Sokka. For pulling me back from the abyss. I love you."

"I love you too, my little firecracker."

"Goddamnit Lieutenant, I can't believe you lied to me!" Envy squeaked.

"Shut up you pipsqueak, who gave you the right to speak!" Aang scolded, making it shrink back in fear.

"Hey Azula?"

"Yes?"

"We still got a transmutation circle to stop."

"Right."

"The usual place, 8 pm tomorrow evening?"

"As long as you're the one footing the bill."

"Deal. Now let's go."

[onlystylesangels]

The Night I Lost You

Request:  Hi. Can I do a request where y/n is a famous actress/singer and she is dating Harry but they both decided to have a break because of their busy schedule then Chris Evans made a move with y/n and Harry got jealous? Thank you! :)

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader, Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader and Harry take a break on their relationship and one particular night changes everything.

Warnings: Angst, and little fluff.

Word Count: 6k+

A/N: It’s finally here!!! This was requested to me a long long time ago and I am finally posting this gem! I really hope you like it. I know I am moving past the original writing that I used to write, but I am just trying to explore on what I like to write and so far I like it! If you want come talk to me here!  I love love you all! I am sending all my love and stay safe beauties!! - A.💕💓💞💖💗

*3 weeks ago*

You get invited to attend the Oscars! You were truly ecstatic that this was your very first invite to attend an awards night. Well, you got invited because you were an actress yourself and the movie that you played a role in was nominated for the ‘Best Original Screenplay’ award, and boy were you excited. It was not like you were nominated for best new actress, but hey, the movie that you were in was nominated for a freaking Oscar award!

So you told your close friends and family right away once you found out the news; you were so excited. But there was an emptiness in you, and all the excitement that you felt just moments ago disappeared. After talking with your agent you were going to call Harry, your boyfriend, well sort of boyfriend because you two were currently on break. You were the one to suggest the break due to yours and Harry’s schedules. Both of you always missed each other and so, the idea of taking a break seemed like the simple way to keep the relationship steady.

As for Harry, he was alone in his tour bus sipping some water from a water bottle as his phone was faced down on the table. He drifted his eyes to the bottle and down to his phone, he was contemplating on calling you. He just wanted to call and see how you were, but would it make it weird. You two were still on break, so would calling cross that boundary? He really wanted to hear your sweet voice, that voice that always made him fall into a deep sleep. Your fingers running deep into his scalp as you whispered sweet nothings near his ear, he missed that, he missed you. He loves you so much that it is hard to stop loving the person that you are emotionally vulnerable to. It is hard to let all those memories go, when just two months ago you two made love and confessed to each other that you were both going to love each other for the rest of your lives.

*Present Time*

“Y/N you know you’re invited to the after party, right?” Emma, your agent says.

You simply nod and rub your heel on the floor, and as you were doing so, you moved a piece of fabric that was extended on the tail of your lilac colored dress letting people walk along without stepping on your dress.

“Yeah I know, but I really wanted to go with Eric. You know how much he likes these types of parties. I just feel naked without him, you know.” you say. You look down ready to maybe call it a night.

“I know sweetheart, but I just want to make sure you have fun,” Emma puts a hand on your shoulder reassuring you, “You know, you do have to get back to work with that movie you got a role in, must I remind you.” Emma smiled as you looked up at her, with a growing smile.

“That’s right! Shit Emma, I almost forgot,” you exclaimed. You rest your hand on Emma's  arm. “How did I almost forget?” Emma just shrugs her shoulders and smiles at you.

“Go over there and have fun. Promise I will be close by if you need, okay?” You nodded at this and started walking towards the venue that surely had more than ten colorful lights on display. You were surely going to see actors and actresses that you loved. You turn around and look towards Emma who is giving her two thumbs up as encouragement. This would have been better if you physically had someone with you accompanying to this party. You were glad that Emma was going to stay here for a bit, but you still felt unsure if staying here was a good idea.

~~  ~~  ~~

So you were sitting at a table of four, but the only occupant was you. You swirled the alcoholic liquid that was sloshing around in the martini glass. You let out a sigh, wishing that this party would end sooner. You kept swirling the liquid and you glanced every once in a while to see people talking just feet away from you. You stared down at your phone and decided to look through it, but before you could look through social media you felt a presence next to you.

"Hi. Is this seat taken?" He asked, a hand on his hip and the other holding a beer bottle.

You didn't look up to see who the man was; you just stared at the liquid swirling around in the glass.

"I don't think there's anyone sitting there. Pretty sure it's just me here." You looked up and saw the man with eagerness and a smile plastered on his face. Blue eyes that could probably beat the shininess of a sapphire diamond and lashes that could closely resemble lashes of a beautiful and majestic forest creature. Chris Evans was talking to you.

When you were nearly a teen you had a slight crush on a particular actor that always swooned you whenever you saw him on the big screen and you didn't really think much of it until right now. Right now, Chris Evans was standing next to you, a smile on his face and his eyes dancing over your face. Damn him, and those precious blue eyes

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like a smartass."

Chris only let out a hearty chuckle which made you feel more clueless.

"No, no. It's fine. I didn't mean to interrupt. I just noticed that you were all alone here and felt tempted to come and talk to you. If you’re comfortable that is.” He reasoned.

"There was literally nothing to interrupt. And yeah-- why would I not feel comfortable? I’m just-- not in a party mood, I guess." You muttered out. You sipped the last contents from the glass.

“Would you want some company? I’m not really in the mood either.”

You froze. You literally stood still as you stared up at him. He looked amazing wearing a three piece burgundy suit with a pair of sunglasses peeking from his suit pocket. Seeing him there in front of you, inches away from you; you literally had no words that you could say other than just stare into those blue eyes of his.

He nudged your arm and you automatically came back from your fantasy land.

"Uh- hi." You finally let out, rubbing your arm, a nervous mechanism you got during your teen years.

"Hi," he smiled yet again, "Y/N, right?" He asked and drank a gulp of beer.

Wait, what? He knows your name?

"Uh-yes. How did you kn-,"

"I watched the movie that you were in. Nice character by the way." He complimented.

"Oh, oh really?" You sounded flabbergasted, how the hell would Chris Evans even recognize you? You were an actress but it wasn't like you were a well known actress.

"Yeah! I really enjoyed your character and how you portray someone that was so hurt, yet she still managed to kill a lot of people." He replayed back in his mind. You nodded at his response, your arms crossed over your chest as the phone that you were busy looking through was now on the table faced down.

"Well, you know I just tried to do my best as I always try to do with the roles. But yeah, it was a pretty good film, there was action, drama, romance, literally every movie genre you could think of is in that movie."

"You didn't get nominated. It sucks, I think I would've voted for you." He said, a smile on his face as he takes another sip of his beer.

You blushed. Not like a soft tint of pink, but a tomato-red tint blush.

"Oh, umm-, no… I wasn't that good to be nominated," You reasoned, "I mean I was okay. I don’t think I deserved to be nominated anyway." You mention. Was it true though?

“Give yourself some more credit, doll. I think you were a great talent in that movie.” Chris smiled, he set his now empty beer bottle on the table and stared at you with those blue eyes that you could not stop staring at.

“You mean it?”

Chris shrugged and nodded, “Of course. Why would I lie?”

It was your turn to stare at him with your eyes squinting a bit trying to see where he was getting at. He was telling the truth. Why would he root for her though?

“Well, thank you Chris. You are too sweet.” You smiled as you took a sip of your drink. Chris raised his brows and smirked down at you.  

Maybe this party was not going to be that bad after all.

~~  ~~  ~~

"So tell me about yourself, Y/N. Anything interesting about the Y/N Y/L/N?"

You sat there and thought to yourself. A finger on your chin.

"Hmm," you hummed to yourself. "Well I grew up in Brooklyn, New York. Attended a couple of theatres in high school and during senior year I trained to be part of an acting camp and I guess that is where I started to fall in love with acting." You said, as you remembered the very first time you auditioned for a role.

"Really? That's kind of how I started too." His brows raised as he swallowed the last drops of his water.

"Never knew that Chris Evans started just like how I started."

"Well, gotta start somewhere, right?" He smirked.

And yes. That was how the night went. You still couldn't believe that you just met Chris Evans that same night and he was literally a shiny gem that you would find in a clear blue body of water. A gem that you could never get tired of looking at.

But the night and the party had to eventually end at some point. You were getting tired and also Chris was getting a bit woozy from the long day. His eyes were starting to feel heavy and his mouth couldn't contain the treacherous yawns that would soon make you yawn as well.

The night was eventful and having to meet Chris was just the cherry on top. You felt so honored in being invited to the Oscars. You were beyond ecstatic to join so many well renowned actors and actresses. You were living your best life.

You and Chris walked alongside each other as you exited the party. The double doors leading back to the party were gold-colored and the floor was covered with velvet-red carpet. You made sure to examine the room before you left because you had a feeling that this night might not happen again or maybe you might get lucky in the future.

Chris opens the door for you, you thank him and walk out; Chris following behind you.

"It was really nice meeting you Y/N. Hoping to see you around, maybe?" He smiled. His hands were tucked away in his pants pockets.

"Yeah. It was a pleasure meeting you Chris, really, a true pleasure." You smiled and hugged Chris. Once you both parted Chris leaned down and laid a kiss on your cheek.

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You arrived at the house that you rented. You moan under your breath when you remove the strap from your ankle and toss your heels to the floor. You could just carry them in your hand and put them where they belong, but honestly, you were tired as hell.

You wandered into the hallway as you reminisced how the blankets covered your body and made you feel so comfortable. You wished that you could go to the master bedroom and lie down and sleep, but you really wanted to take a warm bath before you called it a night. A simple whimper came out of your mouth when you came inside the bathroom. You sighed at the exposure of the bathtub and how it clearly invited you in with the pearly white tub empty- waiting to be filled with warm luscious water.

You walked towards the tub as if you were summoned by the bathtub. You twist the tub faucet and you feel the water temperature to make sure that it was a good temperature for you to bathe in. As you are content with the water temperature, you add in one of your favorite bath bombs. You watch the bomb sizzle and change the water into a bright blue.

If only you could have nights like these. Take warm baths, pamper yourself with face masks and foot masks. Yes, of course you would have breaks when you finished filming your parts, but tonight just felt different.

After going to your very first awards night and attending an after party, it was literally your dream to go to one of those. But not only that you attended that party, but you also met Chris Evans who you have had a crush on during your teen years.

All in all it was a good night. Very busy, but it was a good one. You begin to lather your body as you also start swooshing the water making little designs with the purple hue of the water. You were having fun. You were making yourself smile from how relaxed you were. You finish up washing up and finally drying yourself up as you get ready to go to bed.

~~  ~~  ~~

You woke up to a ringtone that blared out from your phone that was sitting on the nightstand. You hurriedly rub your eyes and look for your phone haphazardly as your eyes haven't adjusted to the bright sunlight that was peeking through the curtains.

'Hello?" You answer. Your voice groggy.

Shuffling on the other end makes you queasy. It was literally early in the morning, you weren't ready to hear loud sounds, let alone answering a phone call.

"Hiya Y/N!" Emma exclaims in excitement.

Again, you close your eyes from the faint ringing you heard from her voice.

"Uh- can you not yell right now?"

Your agent chuckled as you sat up on the bed.

"I love the enthusiasm, but- it's just you're so loud sometimes, especially being early in the day."

You heard Emma scoff in response.

"You call this early? Sweetheart it's 11:46 AM."

You remove the phone from your ear and look at the time. Shit. You were supposed to wake up at 7:20, how the hell did-

"I need you here asap. I don't want to drive up there to fetch you myself."

"Oh and- when were you going to tell me that you ended up meeting Chris Evans?"

"Er, how did you find out?"

"I got a call from his publicist and he just asked for your number."

"Wait you gave my number to his publicist?"

"No, no. I gave it to Chris. He was with his publicist so I spoke with Chris for a few minutes.

That made more sense to you. You guess you were too busy getting to know more about Chris that you both forgot to exchange numbers.

The next few days went like a blur. Literally each day you would go on set for the upcoming movie that you got cast on. You felt happy that you were finally working again, but you really wanted a short break from it all. You wanted to take a hot bath and stay in the tub for hours and hours, and not be worried about a certain time that you would have to go to bed. Right now you just wished something could happen. Something great. Anything- anything at all.

“Y/N! I need you to listen to this! It’s a call from one of the directors that are shooting that one movie.”

You curled your lips at the mention of another movie. Wait. You just finished filming a movie and now directors are wanting to talk to you? You remembered that once you started your acting career things weren’t looking too good for you, but now that directors have seen your face plastered for nominations, you were literally getting loads and loads of calls from so many directors.

“For what movie?” You asked.

“It was that one movie that you were so interested in!”

“Wait, the movie that has the main female character be an advocate for lgbtq+ community during the 1960s?”

Emma nodded her head in excitement.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!!

You were beyond excited when you got the news that a few directors were going to make a movie about the  lgbtq+ movement. It was going to be a beautiful and yet tragic project. You wanted no more than to just be casted in this movie. You didn’t care if you were going to be casted as the side characters, but all you cared about was having the chance to be part of a life changing movie.

You grab the phone from Emma and answer.

“Hello?” You squeak. You couldn’t contain your excitement anymore.

The director’s voice comes on the line and you get more jumpy when the director mentioned that you got a part in the movie. He didn’t say what character you were going to play as, but you were ecstatic of course.

Once you said your goodbyes and thank yous to the director you hang up the phone and look behind to see Emma. She was grinding her teeth and her eyes wide open as if she was waiting for you to spill the beans.

“Well?” Her arms extended.

You couldn’t contain yourself any longer and erupted with a happy dance.

“I fucking got it! I got a part in the movie!” You bounced up and down in place as your manager jumped to you and danced along with you. You two were like two little bunnies hopping in place.

You stopped dancing in place when you heard your phone chime in the distance. You look behind and retrieve your phone and see that you got a message from a private number.

Private Number: I just heard the news! I’m excited for you! You fucking deserved the part.

You: Who is this?

Private Number: Ah shit sorry. It’s Chris. Chris Evans

Emma peeks over your shoulder. A prominent smile on her face.

“It’s Chris Evans I see.” She smirks as you lightly hit her arm. Your cheeks tinting a soft pink.

You Chris! Hi! How are you!

Wait, that's too many exclamation marks. Maybe notch it down a bit.

Hi Chris! How are you?

Chris Evans Hi. I’ve been good. I just got a call from the director that is going to direct that movie that you just got in. I got the male leading role. I’m excited to work alongside you.

Chris got the lead male role? You are going to be in a movie along with Chris? No, no, no- this is literally a dream. How could you have been able to be casted on a movie with one of your favorite actors?

You took a deep breath and contemplated what you wanted to send him. You went along with saying how excited you were about the movie and you were also excited to work along with him.

You and Chris continued texting each other back and forth for the next couple minutes. Throughout the activity you had a smile on your face, but your smile would slowly fade once you thought back to when you told your boyfriend that you got casted on your second movie.

~~  ~~  ~~

You were literally jumping on the couch when you found out the news. Your phone was clutched in your hands as you had it close to your chest, not wanting to let go or ever delete the message that you received from the directors. You just couldn't wait to tell Harry about the big news.

And speaking of Harry, you hear the door of the house open and Harry came in wearing a gray sweatshirt along with a red bandana tucked in his messy curls.

'Hi darlin'. How was your day?' He put his gym bag down on the floor and lazily removed his shoes near the doormat.

You excitedly jump off the coach and tackle him into a hug. You catch Harry off guard as his back hits the wall and wraps his arms around your body.

'What’s going on, love?' A waiver in his voice. He sounded concerned and looked concerned as well. You look up to him and his brows are furrowed in concentration and his lips are set in a thin line.

You cup his cheeks and caress the rough stubble that was starting to grow on his cheeks. You smile brightly at him as he smiles back, confused why you were so happy. He loved seeing you like this obviously, but he just sensed that something brought you into a good mood.

'I got it!' You finally say. Still, Harry was very confused at what exactly you got.

'Got what, love- oh wait… you got the part?!'

You nodded in agreement.

Harry then ran towards you and lifted you up from the ground and twirled you around. His mouth connecting with your cheeks as your eyes were shut as the close presence of Harry made you feel protected and loved. Harry was beyond happy with you at this moment and he was waiting for the right time to ask you to marry him if he ever did get that chance.

You were enveloped in his arms for the rest of the night and you both watched your favorite movies. But with you and Harry, you both never actually watched the movies because you two ended up making love that same night.

The very last time you both were intimate with each other.

~~  ~~  ~~

You hugged the pillow close to your chest. Emma left right after you finished talking with Chris and now all you felt was the absence of a certain someone. You wanted to see him so bad, but then again you two were probably already broken up by this point. So you shifted your thoughts from Harry back to Chris.

You Hey! Do you want to come by sometime to have dinner?

… Chris Sure! Special occasion?

You Could be? Just celebrating that we got parts for an upcoming movie?

… Chris Okay, awesome! I can come by Friday if that’s okay?

You Sure! Friday it is then. How about around seven?

Chris Yeah that works for me. I’ll come by your place.

You Great! I’ll send you my address!

Chris Can’t wait to see you Y/N!

You Me too :)

You turned off your phone and set it on the coffee table in front of you. You sit back, your arm shading you from the living room lights. You just sat there on the couch for what felt like hours. And you didn’t have anything else interesting to do after your text messages with Chris.

You left your phone untouched, sitting still on the coffee table. You get up from the couch and walk towards your bedroom and close the door behind you. If only you could feel happy right now. You wished about feeling the happiness you were aiming for, but the harder you tried to,  it just became easier to lose the feeling of being happy. You obviously felt happy with everything that was going on in your life at this moment, but you didn't really feel that ecstatic energy that you once felt before.

~~  ~~  ~~

It was Friday. You felt like staying in bed for the rest of the day, but you knew that you had to get ready for a guest later.

So you did your morning routine as usual and you started to do small things around the house. Organized the shelves in the living room, and wiped down the dining table and you even prepared a pot of water where you were going to put potatoes to boil.

You weren't really wanting a fancy dinner, but you wanted something that could fill you and Chris up for the evening.

For the rest of the day you continued to cook and clean here and there. During parts of your cooking sessions you would dance to the rhythm and sing out loud as you tried to be in sync with the blaring speakers.

Within the comfort of your home, it was a wholesome experience when it all came together. Food was cooked and the music was now at a low murmur in the background, and your thoughts roamed through your head. A buzzing sound is what it sounded more like, as if you were a busy bee, but only hearing it in your brain.

After the food was cooked you went over the table and made some small adjustments that needed to be mended with. You made sure that the table had space where the large dishes would be set at. And you also made sure that the table made itself inviting. A vase of flowers perched in the middle, and a little decorative object you loved having presented on the table.

Now that you finished cooking the food and organized the table all you had to do now was wait. It was 6:40, so Chris could come any minute now. You tucked stray strands of hair behind your ear and smoothed over your top as if your shirt was getting more wrinkles by every passing minute. You just sat on the couch looking ahead at a blank wall waiting for the blue-eyed man to come.

And as if on queue, you heard a distinct knock near the door. You got up from the couch and walked towards the hallway that led to the kitchen. You stop on your tracks, almost making it to the door. You wait until you hear another knock. The soft pounding on the door comes again and so you start walking towards the door this time and slowly open the door revealing Chris wearing a black Henley paired with some blue-washed jeans. His feet were adorned with black sneakers.

You move aside and invite Chris in. A smile slowly showing on his face. You look down at the ground and prepare on what you were going to say, but once you were going to say something; Chris stopped you.

“How are you, Y/N?” Chris asked as he brought you close to him and pecked your cheek.

“I’m doing fine. And you?” You answer back.

“Great.” He nodded as you motioned towards the living room.

Chris was met with picture frames hung on the simple white painted walls, and some that you set on top of shelves. The couch sat adjacent to the coffee table that had little miscellaneous objects.

“Here, just sit here for now, let me set the table so we can eat.” You suggested as you walked towards the kitchen without getting a reply from Chris.

You started setting the table; you put the main dish in the middle along with the mashed potatoes. The sun's rays were starting to peek through the curtains which illuminated the kitchen. The rays almost blinded you from what you were currently doing. You grabbed the plates and utensils. You didn't notice Chris was standing next to you, he takes the utensils that were in your hands and sets them on the table. You smile brightly at him as he returns the gesture.

Chris sits down on a chair that is across from where you were going to sit. He waits for you to get settled onto your chair and unfolds his napkin and lays it on his lap.

“So you literally made all of this?” Chris inquired. His right hand holding a fork. You looked from your plate and caught his eye. The sunrays were cascading a light blue hue to his eyes and it was something that you couldn't stop laying your eyes on.

“Of course. What do you think? That I was going to order takeout?”

Chris shrugged, “Would’ve been a shorter route.” You smiled at that as you continued to eat some of your mashed potatoes.

And the night went just like that. You and Chris ate and conversed on the side. You were glad that Chris came to have dinner with you, because you honestly made it an excuse to do something. If you never invited Chris in the first place then you would have probably slept in and watched a lot of your favorite movies and shows. But hey, there was nothing wrong with that too.

But now you weren't so sure. It just felt odd for some reason. You were thinking about Harry. You wished that you could call Harry and tell him that you were ready to go back to what things used to be. You wished that you never put on a break on the relationship.

But who knows if you have the courage to call him.

~~  ~~  ~~

“So was it really that bad?” You asked.

You and Chris have already finished with your dinner. Now it was for embarrassing stories. You already had told your story so now it was time for Chris to tell his.

Chris takes a sip of his beer and almost bursts out laughing.

“You know. Having a brother like Scott is huge work. There was this one time where we both got drunk, but I was still a little sober, so I went to look for him since we were outside swimming in the beach-”

“Bad idea.” You interrupted.

“I know,” Chris chuckles again. “So I finally found him and he was lying on the sand as the ocean waves continued to touch shore. I was so fucking scared because he could have drowned so I grabbed his shirt and as I was pulling him towards me I saw shit on the sand-" Chris couldn't finish what he was going to say, before laughing his ass off.

"I turned him around and his swim shorts were covered in shit.” Chris laughed out loud. His hand grasping his left pec.

You as well laughed along with Chris. That story was literally one of the funny things you have heard in a while.

While you two talked you invited Chris a glass of wine- glasses of wine. You started to talk more about the new movie project that you got along with Chris, and you were honestly excited for what would be waiting for you. You continued talking as Chris just sat back and listened along. You have probably drunk two or three glasses of wine, but to be honest you didn’t quite remember how many glasses you have drunk. As to Chris he was taking it slow on the wine. He only drank one glass and a half, since he had to drive anyway.

The talking was non stop, but to some point it had to come to a stop. Chris was ready to leave your place. He let that feeling sit, but he knew that he had to get going. It was getting late after all.

“I’m gonna get out of your hair now, Y/N.” He announced. Hearing him definitely made you quiet.  “Wonder if we can do this again?” He got up from his chair and walked towards the two big sliding doors that led to the massive backyard.

Was he asking for another hangout?

“Uh sure? I mean if you’re up for it.” You stuttered out. You follow Chris close behind, leaving the large sliding doors open.

Chris walked along the pebbled path that led to the driveway. There was just silence between you and him as you walked alongside him. The willingness of letting this day go was distant and it made you seem so sure that this night was one of those nights that you enjoyed in a long time. You started enjoying Chris’s company and you felt this coat of sadness weighing on your shoulders. You were really going to miss having him there or was it because of something else?

Suddenly Chris stopped at his tracks and looked behind, he grabbed your right hand and carefully held it in his. You loved that touch, that simple, soft, and yet delicate touch that you always loved when-,

Chris walked close to you and finally embraced you. He felt hesitant at first as if he should not do what he was wanting to do. He slowly leaned forward and cupped your cheek, he closed the space that separated you and him and he landed his lips on top of yours.

Well, shit.

He smelled delightful. A smell that you would smell if you were living in a cabin deep in the woods. Cedarwood and pine trees-, no stop. Why were you thinking about Chris that way? You couldn’t and you shouldn’t.

“No.” You whispered. You removed your lips from his and stepped back, “This is wrong, we shouldn’t-,”

Chris retrieved his hands back, not knowing what to do with them, he gave in and put them at his sides.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N.” Chris apologized, “Fuck I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-,”

“I think you should leave.” You cut him off.

Chris had his hands up in surrender and walked backwards. His expression was blank, there was no longer a smile and his eyes were no longer twinkling under the moonlight. He looked to turn back to you, but you weren’t looking at him; you had turned around looking at the ground, ashamed for what you let him do. Chris turned back towards his car with his head low and his hands buried in his pants pockets.

“You fucking idiot, Chris! God dammit.” He mouthed under his breath.  

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Harry parked behind some dark bushes and opened his car door and swiftly got out. He closed the door after he retrieved the bouquet of flowers that he had bought for you.

He began to fix his hair. He didn’t have to fix his hair, but he did it out of nervousness. He walked up the trail that led to the backyard. His smile was prominent as he hugged the bouquet of flowers close to his chest. At that moment he had no idea where you were at, but he hoped with his gesture he would be able to have you back.

He continued walking with that smile still present on his features. He stood still when he briefly looked up and saw you close to another man- kissing. Harry couldn’t do anything at that moment because he just felt confused and angry, so he just stood in place and continued to watch you and this other man kiss.

Harry waited until the man was nowhere to be seen. He started walking towards you where you had turned around looking down at the ground. He couldn’t bear to see you now that he just witnessed you kiss another man.

You felt someone touch your shoulder. You opened your eyes and turned around ready to face Chris.

“Chris, I told you ju-,” You stopped yourself when you were fully turned around. You expected to see Chris, but you never expected to see Harry, your boyfriend for the past three years, the person you were on a break with.

“Harry.” You muttered. You instantly felt everything shatter around you.

Harry didn’t say anything to you, he just stood there right in front of you. You looked down and saw the bouquet of flowers in his right hand; his hand clutched the bouquet so tight that his knuckles turned white.

"I saw everything." He told you.

"Harry let me explain-," you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Don't," he moved closer to you. "Please don't make it hurt more than it already does." Harry warned. He cupped your cheek. "I just-, I wasn't ready to lose you. Especially now that I came back from the tour." Harry stuttered out. He looked down at the bouquet of flowers. His rings sparkled from the moonlight. His voice was shaky and his eyes were also forming tears. He knew that he had to break the relationship between you and him, so… that was what he was going to do.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He confessed.

Those words broke the sweat and it broke the feelings. The night changed from light to darkness, inviting the depths of the hollering ghouls of the night.

"I'm s- I'm so sorry, Harry." You let out. Your head hung low.

You wished that you backed away when Chris neared you, you fucking wish that you never invited him for dinner, because then- because then this wouldn’t be happening. You wouldn’t be losing your friend, your boyfriend. The man that you loved for three years, the man that you were sure you were going to marry, and the man that you would one day have children with. But now, all that was left was just heartache and a massive regret.

Harry looked down at the bouquet of flowers that were clenched in his right hand, his rings sparkled from the moonlight. He motions it towards you and you take it from his hands.

"Me too." He whispered. His brows furrowed and the corners of his pink lips pulled downward.  

"Harry-," you started.

You leaned forward to touch his cheek, but Harry didn't let you touch him, he just backed away from you. You knew you messed up. And the guilt and pain that you started to feel in your heart was so huge that you couldn’t describe how much it hurt, but it hurt so much. Seeing Harry backing away from your touch did something to you. You were once so used to seeing Harry craving for your touch, but now it seemed as if Harry saw you as a stranger and not someone that he once loved, someone that he was once madly in love. The memories now just seemed like a false life. Memories that no longer existed.

Harry turned around without saying another word to you. He began walking towards his car. He was trying very hard to keep the tears from falling down his cheeks, but he couldn’t fight his body. He let the tears trail down his cheeks as he continued his walk towards his car. You stood on the pebbled path for a moment. You stared behind Harry as he was making it close to his car. You didn't have the guts to run to him, because he made it perfectfully clear that he didn’t want anything to do with you.

The whole world shattered. The man that you were in love with for the past three years was gone. There were no longer stars nor moon that would guide the way through the dark night. Everything that happened that night was slowly coming to an infinite end. The one person that you loved was now forced to move on from you and you were left with your selfishness and the regret. You wished that somehow that this night would have never happened. You wished that this was all a bad dream, but you knew that reality felt more real than any other dream.

You were now sobbing. The tears drastically came down your cheeks and your throat felt heavy and painful. You began swiping away the tears that were falling down your cheeks with your hand. You glanced up, and for the last time you saw Harry’s car drive away. You knew for a fact that you both lost each other that night.

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[anchoredtether]

2020 Writing Roundup

Stolen from Rue! This was fun to reflect on!

Everyone is welcome to use this same format if they’d like to do the same!

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S T A T S

Words written:

A whooping 232,867 - which is more than half of all the words I’ve written on Ao3 in the past seven years LOL. I guess I wrote to keep myself sane this crazy year.

O N G O I N G: S T A R T E D / U P D A T E D

AN UNORTHODOX APPROACH  (21,586 words)

First new fic of the year, this is my Shrek AU! I really adore this fantasy AU and it’s fun to explore such a crack concept and treat it seriously. It’s also a Pikelavar AU of sorts. 

DEFENDERS OF AURITA  (62,538 words)

Only updated my fantasy AU epic with one chapter this year, and I’m actually kind of sad I didn’t work on it more. It’s been hard to find muse for it when it hasn’t gotten nearly as much traction as other projects. 

PARADISE LOST  (13,013 words)

Another new fic started in June, this is a Zootopia AU! Heavily inspired from Zootopia, Beastars, and The Last of Us, it’s an apocalyptic future involving hybrids, people who have animal traits in order to combat a deadly strain of cancer. Plus I just love fox!Lance and rabbit!Pidge. 

SCALING BACK  (6,041 words)

New fic started in March, this is one I’ve had stewing on the backburner for quite awhile actually, and decided to start. It’s basically canon but Lance is actually a merman and hiding it from the team. It surprisingly fixes a ton of plot holes and fits with canon narrative. 

SHATTER AND TESSELLATE  (19,661 words)

This new project kind of took over my life if you couldn’t tell from all the art I’ve cranked out this past year for it. Oddly enough the idea just kind of hit me one day in March. I think Rue’s “worst timelines” got me thinking along those lines and I came up with the idea of Honerva seeing into the future and kidnapping the future paladins and turning them galra to prevent Voltron from defeating the Empire. So it’s a Galra AU but in the worst way possible. 

SIX IMPOSSIBLE THINGS (7,243 words)

Another new fic started in August, this Wonderland AU I’ve had notes and ideas for since 2018 or something. And it’s hilarious because I thought of Lance being the Cheshire cat long before Pike existed. Thanks to lots of brainstorming on Discord I’ve figured out a lot more worldbuilding for this AU and I can’t wait to expound on it. 

SLIDING LEFT MAKES MR. RIGHT (2,788 words)

Crack Tinder AU which says I posted in 2020 but I think I wrote it in November/December of 2019. This is a oneshot and it’s taking me forever to finish because it’s hard for me to write short things lol.

THE VACANT ETHER (31,121 words)

This is from the Stories in the Dark bang back in October 2019 and I’m still working to finish it. Post s8, horror, cosmic Reaper AU. This is a favorite AU of mine because of how nicely it fixes and explains all the plot holes of s8.

WHAT TIDES MAY BRING (20,704 words)

The Mer AU that Rue and I started writing last year! I really adore this AU and the Plance family feels it has, and sadly I’ve been slacking on my end with writing the next chapter but I hope to get more content in before MerMay this year. 

WHERE SAPPHIRE ROSES GROW (31,101 words)

I wrote a lot this year for my Beauty and the Beast AU. I’m quite pleased I finally got to the part where Lance learns Pidge is a girl because that’s when things start moving into motion (and obviously the romance starts developing, but still not for awhile yet because I’m a sucker for slow burns).

WHERE THE SUN MEETS THE OCEAN  (8,620 words)

I barely touched my Atlantis AU this year. This is another AU that doesn’t get as much love so it’s hard to find muse for it at times. 

R E F L E C T I O N S

Best title

I am really fond of Shatter and Tessellate. Not only does it sound pretty and gives great imagery but it’s symbolic of how the paladins are broken and put back together. 

Worst title

Probably Paradise Lost. It’s unoriginal (I stole it from the book by John Milton) though it fits the themes of the fic. But I also couldn’t think of anything better and I do find it funny that shortened it becomes PL which is like Pidge/Lance.

Best/worst last line

Best: from Where Sapphire Roses Grow: 

She opened her eyes to see Lance looking up at her with his captivating irises as brilliant a blue as the very sapphire rose that cursed him, eyes that were still human.

“I swear to you Lance… I will figure out a way to break your curse.” 

Worst: from Paradise Lost:

“Please…” she says in a muffled voice between sobs. “I can't - I can't do this alone."

“You won't have to,” he promises softly as he holds her close. “I'm here. I'm right here..."

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

I wrote uhhh.... way more. Than I thought possible considering all the stress that happened this year. I started six new fics and progressed a ton in others. 

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

This is a hard one to choose... but based on the content I covered this year for the fic as opposed to the fic itself, I’d have to say Where Sapphire Roses Grow. It’s so fun writing feral Lance and him protecting Pidge from the wolves was one of my favorite scenes to write this year. 

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

By a freaking landslide, Shatter and Tessellate. This really caught me off guard - I never thought this fic would be so popular, especially considering it starts out as a kid fic of sorts (paladins are all early teens at first) and most people don’t like kid fics. It’s also quite dark and highkey horror? So I’m shocked it’s so well loved.

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

By far The Vacant Ether. I thought it would gain a lot more traction considering everyone and their dog wants a s8 fix it fic, but then again TVE covers really dark topics and is technically a horror fic. So I shouldn’t be surprised it isn’t for everyone. But I am really happy with how it has turned out, even if less people read it. 

Story that could have been better?

All of them Hmm. I feel like Scaling Back could have been more imaginative, considering the second chapter mostly follows the events of a canon episode with little divergence. 

Sexiest story?

None of them have really gotten to that point yet... though I have been working on some future steamy scenes for some fics. If I had to pick one though probably Where the Sun Meets the Ocean because Pidge ogles Lance in that one. 

Saddest story?

Yikes this is a hard one. I think I have to say Shatter and Tessellate, because not only does that one cover death and kidnapping, but metamorphis and body horror. And it’s all the more sadder because they’re just kids. 

Most fun?

I think the one most fun to write is Where Sapphire Roses Grow. I love the time period, I love monster!Lance, I love Pidge and Lance bickering, there’s just so many good points to it. Plus BatB is a classic I loved and grew up with as a kid so it’s really fun to write out the themes I love. 

Story with single sweetest moment?

I think Lance comforting Katie in Shatter and Tessellate when she asks him to call her by Pidge from now on fits this one. Lance and Pidge have a lot of little moments like this in this fic but this one in particular is very tender. 

“Pidge is cute,” he finally says as he nervously rubs his wrist. “Reminds me of Pokemon.”

She makes a small sound which he thinks is an attempt at a laugh and turns her head to face him, tucking her hair behind her ear. “That’s where Matt got it from, actually.”

He smiles at her. “Is Matt your brother?”

She nods. “I’ve always loved owls, but I had a hard time saying it when I was learning how to talk. I watched Matt play enough video games that I could say ‘Pidgey’ though, and so I started calling any owl I saw as Pidgey. At some point the nickname Pidge stuck.”

Hardest story to write?

Easily The Vacant Ether. It covers a lot of heavy and dark topics and it’s hard to really nail the horror vibe sometimes. But also Sliding Left Makes Mr. Right solely because I can’t write short one-shots to save my life LOL.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

Not really? Aside from just... cranking out a ton. I suppose starting 6 new fics can count as taking a risk. Keeping up with all my projects is also a project but I somehow manage to do it.

Proudest Achievement:

I think Shatter and Tessellate reaching so many kudos and hits. I seriously was not expecting that. 

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

Just keep writing I guess. I do have two ambitious plans, to finish Not All Pain Heals, my Teen Wolf fic that is long overdue to be finished, as well as The Vacant Ether which is the fic I have planned out the most and would be easiest to finish. 

[zephyrthejester]

Steven Universe Future: A Predictive Wish List

The future is now. And by that, I mean that the debut of Steven Universe Future is at hand! A super special "limited series" (whatever that means) that will ultimately wrap up the greatest cartoon to grace television this decade. Indeed, all good things must come to an end. Regardless of what the Future holds, it is doubtless that I'll love and continue to love this show forever... So! Let's have a good ol' chat about what we want to see in the upcoming episodes!

I'm going to divide this wish list into two distinct sections, both of which should be self explanatory. Things that I "need," that my heart burns with desire for, and things that I "hope," that would be cool if it happens but it's no big deal if it doesn't.

This is going to be a loooooong post, so click Keep Reading to see it all!

What I NEED to Happen

Lars needs closure for his three ongoing story arcs. From Lars, I hope we see him expressing how much he and his life has changed, and how he's dealing with the return to tranquil life on Earth and his zombie status. Secondly, he and Sadie need to have a good, long chat. Their relationship was in turmoil at the time Lars got abducted by Aquamarine, and since then Sadie has redirected her life with a self-empowering attitude. There is a lot that remains unsaid between the two of them. Thirdly, Lars and Ronaldo were once childhood friends and had a feud as kids that lasted into their teens. I hope that gets touched upon, even if it's something as simple as the two apologizing to each other.

When it comes to Jasper... I don't want the show to handle her story in Future like a "redemption." Being redeemed is not what her character is about, and it's not what she needs. No, Jasper has lived her entire life clinging to an ideal and the perception of her strength. Both those things were ripped away from her. What Jasper needs is to learn acceptance of her reality, to embrace that even someone who is "flawless" can be fallible, and to become responsible for herself. The happiest ending for Jasper, I think, is not to become friends with the Crystal Gems or even to like Earth, but to accept herself.

On the subject of Jasper, the last thing I want are any positive interactions with Lapis Lazuli. In the best case scenario, the two won't interact at all. They were each other's mutual abusers and were both responsible for the most painful days of their lives. Some might say you need to confront the past to move beyond it, but Lapis already has and Jasper can learn to do the same. To cut someone toxic out of your life and move on without them should be celebrated. Could you imagine if Greg tried to reconnect with Marty? Yuck, right? That's how I feel about Lapis and Jasper.

Fusion Experiments and especially the Cluster need to be formally dealt with. While bubbles can keep them in stasis for eternity, Steven's not the sort of person to abandon those who suffer (unless you're a Ruby floating in space). The question is, how? Can he repair the shattered? Or will he give them the best lives they can get in their state? And how could the Cluster be removed from inside the Earth?

Speaking of those who remain in solitude... Pink Diamond's Zoo needs to be dealt with. There are dozens of Zoomans, a skeleton crew of Quartzes (including Holly Blue Agate, most likely) and most importantly of all, the entire Gem population of Rose Quartzes. REAL Rose Quartzes. We've never actually seen a real Rose Quartz, and it's high time we do. What do they sound like?! Dude, it’d be super funny if the real Rose Quartz voice sounds super distinct and Steven would wonder how Pink Diamond’s disguise fooled anyone.

We need an episode dedicated to Nephrite! She's technically been in the show longer than Lapis and Peridot, debuting in episode 01, and she's represented the entire Corrupted Gem plotline! We need to learn more about her! See her interact with people, including Steven! If not a whole episode for her, than at least some hearty screen time!

Spinel and the Diamonds need some screen time. It's a safe bet since they were all in the new intro, so to take a riskier request, I'm going to hope that the Diamonds come out and directly admit how horrible of monsters they've been. Their crimes are infinitely cruel, in both number and scale. And so far, the only thing they've done about it is to make an effort to... not commit more crimes against humanity. Err, Gemanity? Perhaps in their experience with a free Gempire they can actually get context for what they did, recognize the night-and-day difference between suffering and not-suffering, and get a little introspective about themselves.

Pink Pearl... Just, Pink Pearl. Like, hot dang, dude. If anything, make her the poster child of the above point about the Diamonds' crimes. Simply for wanting Pink Diamond to be happy, White overwrote Pink Pearl's individuality, even scarring her form, and kept her that way for thousands of years. How does Pink Pearl feel about that?! How will she deal with Pink Diamond being gone? What's next for her?

This last one tows the line between the two categories and might even be a bit selfish, but... I hope we see Mystery Girl again. I know Pearl's been "playing the field" since she met her, but it'd be cool to catch up with Pearl's relationship(s). It's not something we need to see, but just a quick line or two to reference it would be cool. Although, there is the unresolved hint that Mystery Girl might be Kevin's ex...

What I HOPE Will Happen

It'd be a crime not to introduce a fusion that involves Lapis, Peridot, and/or Bismuth. And, well... My take might surprise you. I'm hoping that Peridot will remain fusionless, because she is my oh-so-precious Ace representation. As for Lapis... I dunno. Is fusion something she desires? Could there possibly be a threat big enough to warrant fusing for combat purposes? It's hard to imagine either, though it would be sweet if fusion could become something more than Malachite for her. And that leaves Bismuth! To that I say, HELL YEAH! We heard tell of Bismuth once fusing with Garnet back in the Rebellion, and I can only dream how incredible that would be. Alternatively, maybe Bismuth and her best buddie in the whole world, Biggs, would make a good pair.

I want an episode that's a good ol' Space Adventure. Hopefully with Connie along for the ride! There's a massive galaxy out there ripe for exploring. The possibilities are endless! An episode of this nature would be a good excuse to see more of certain Gems such as Nephrite, Emerald, the Zircons, and maybe Lemon Jade.

It'd be cool to see some characters from the games, even if only as background easter eggs. I'm talkin' the Prism, Hessonite, Squaridot, those new garnets from the recently announced game I forget the name of (Unleash the Light?)...

At least one episode to meet and greet the Little Homeworld denizens, specifically Bismuth's big three (Biggs, Crazy Lace, and Snowflake). But especially Snowflake Obsidian. She looks super cool.

Finally, I'd like to see some light shed on the many, many unexplored mysteries. I'd be surprised if we got any of the following, but I can dream: What is the origin of Gem Species and/or The Diamonds? What is the deal with the Crystal Heart? What is the Geode? What's up with the space outside Warp tunnels? What's the latest on Watermelon Island? What are the rooms in the Temple like for most of the main cast Fusions, + Ruby and Sapphire's rooms? What has become of Pink Diamond's palanquin in Korea? Can Steven kiss up the Kindergartens to heal it like he did for Beach City in the movie? What's the deal with Rose's lion pride in the desert near her leg ship? And most importantly: WHAT WAS IN THE FREAKING CHEST?!?!?!?!?!?!?

WHAT WAS IN THE CHEST, SUGAR?!

...Okay. That’s it. That’s everything I want to say. Hmm. Looking back, I’m surprised how little Amethyst, Garnet, Connie, and Greg figure into my desires. I guess I’m totally complacent about their current status in the story.

So, I hope you’ll join me tomorrow when we take our first look at Steven Universe Future! Until then... Check out my analysis of the new Opening, if you haven’t already!

[laserdog10]

Starting the New Year with a Yang

Whitley: She’s late...

*The young Schnee grumbled to himself. Well, young would be incorrect, Whitley was twenty-four years old now, into his adult years, as well as standing in front of the biggest mall in Atlas, waiting. For who? Yang Xiao Long, his girlfriend of nine years. They planned a date the mall for today, but also for a surprise, unbeknownst to the blonde. He was just about to text her until a familiar rumble of a motorcycle rolled into the parking lot.*

Whitley: Thought you were bailing out on me!

Yang: *pulls up next to him, shuts of Bumblebee* As if I’d bail on a date with my boyfriend. *hopping her bike, the brawler brought him into a hug, having to partially lean down, the boy being an inch or two shorter* Ready to go have fun?

Whitley: Yes, but first I have to go the schedule aga- *mouth gets covered*

Yang: Ugh, you always do this! Can’t you just, go with the flow?

Whitley: Well I don’t want us getting sidetracked with other things! Do you want to enjoy this day before the new year starts?

Yang: But getting sidetracked can be fun, especially when we’re at a freaking mall, IN ATLAS!!!

Whitley: Okay okay, lower your voice! *he exclaimed putting his hands over her mouth, a couple folks looking their way. Sighing* Look, we’ll go to the places I have planned out, but we’ll do whatever you want when we get there, deal?

Yang: Hmmmm...deal.

Whitley: WonderfuWOOAAH!!! *with the compromise made, Yang swiftly dragged the Schnee boy by his arm excitedly into the mall. And have fun they did.*

*From the food court*

Whitley: I can’t believe I just watched you fry a raw chicken with your bare hands...I think I have seen everything.

Yang: *mouth full of chicken, two drumsticks in her hands, smiling proudly* Hehehe!

*To the arcade*

Whitley: So it’s kick-step, kick-step...pivot?

Yang: Body-roll, it’s not rocket science, babe! *she called to him with the whole of the arcade laughing*

*To the clothing shops*

Whitley: So you’re saying...?

Yang: You and your family wear too many formal clothes, it’s time you got something more casual! *presents two sweaters, one gray the other steel blue*

Whitley: Uh-huh.....

*And even the ice rink*

Whitley: Having trouble, my love? *he remarks as he glides by gracefull*

Yang: *hanging onto the railing, feet occasionally slipping* Nope, doin’ great! WAH!!! *falls on her butt, groans*

*Then finally, watching the count down until the new year on the jumbo-tron together. Other couples doing the same, whilst holding hands, leaning onto each other, you name it. Yang and Whitley weren’t far off from doing the former, saying nothing. Without her noticing, Whitley checked his Scroll...11:58. It was now or never.*

Whitley: *taking a deep breath* Yang?

Yang: Hmm?

Whitley: We’ve been together for a while, and I just...well you love me don’t you?

Yang: *frowns, then turns to hug her short boyfriend* More than you can ever know. Ever since we met in the mansion all those years ago and you...pffft, flirted with me. I admit, there was a little connection that could happen, and look where we are.

Whitley: Heh, I guess you’re right. What I’m saying is...*fiddles with a small box in his pocket* would you...want to take our relationship further?

Yang: *raises brow and pulls away* You mean...???

Whitley: Yang Xiao Long...*he kneels down one knee, prompting a gasp out of her (and a few onlookers), pulling out the box, tears gathered in Yang’s eyes* Will you marry m-OOF!!!

Yang: *Lunging forward and tackling him to the ground in a hug, she cried out* YES! *kiss* YES! *kiss kiss kiss* YES, A BILLION TIMES OVER YES YOU BEAUTIFUL DORK!!!!!

*All around them people started clapping, just in time with countdown to the New Year finished. Yang detached from a chuckling and blushing Whitley, and started to laugh herself. It was a perfect harmony, joy, excitement, happiness, all conglomerated in this very moment in time. The both of them dialed down their laughter, and looked into each other’s eyes, lilac met sapphire and it’s all they saw. Time around them slowed to a halt, all that mattered was them. Leaning into each other, a tender kiss was shared*

Yang: I love you so much Whitley...

Whitley: As do I, Yang.

Yang/Whitley: Happy New Year.

*Touching foreheads, the two closed their eyes, listening to the wonderous cries of people around them*

[vixenninjaturtle]

TMNT Leo x Female Reader Ch. 6

TMNT Leo x Reader (2016) Ch. 6    You were enjoying your wonderful date with your favorite blue-banded terrapin when suddenly... the evening is rudely interrupted by your drunk asshole of an ex-boyfriend Luck. You and Luck broke up a few years ago back in college because he cheated on you with a family member of yours. Ever since then, he's been trying and begging to get back with you. But you were not having it, and for him to show up at your apartment completely unannounced when you never told him where you lived in the first place made you beyond furious.    You've tried everything you could to get him to leave without losing your temper, but he wouldn't budge. When you tried to force him out, he immediately grabbed your wrists and pinned you against the door with such force your whole almost went numb. This time Luke wasn't begging, he was demanding that you take him back. However, your answer was still no. There was no way in hell that you were allowing a jerk like him back into your life. Using whatever strength you had left, you managed to push Luke just enough to where you could head-butt him and knee in the groin. The moment you both fell to the floor, Luke was whimpering and groaning in pain, you, on the other hand, stumbled over into Leonardo's arms.

"L-Leo..." You spoke in a soft whimper.

"You ok (y/n)?" Leo asked as he looked you over for any bruises.

"Y-yeah... I'm fine."

"Stay behind me... I'll handle this."

   You looked up at Leo and all you see was the rage of fury in his Sapphire blue eyes. Almost like his protective/feral instincts have kicked into high gear. This was your first time seeing him like this and was kinda hot because you were seeing a whole different side of him. But on the other hand, it was also kinda... Scary. Normally he's always so calm and in control of emotions. But this... This was completely new to you. Leo looked like he wanted to kill someone and that someone was standing a few feet away from him. Turns out that Leonardo... The love of your life and the leader of the Hamato Family has a Dark side to him.   

 You continued to stare at Leo for what seemed like an eternity when you heard Luke mumbling under his breath until he started screaming. "Y-you... BITCH... I'LL FUCKIN KILL YOU... YOU HEAR ME?! I'LL KILL YOU!!"    

Just as he was about lunge in to attack you, Leo with his ninja reflex grabbed his wrists, tightening his grip causing him to yelp and fall to his knees.

"What did you say you were going to do to her?" Leo asked his voice getting darker almost sound deadly. "GET THE HELL OFF ME YOU FUCKIN FREAK! THIS IS BETWEEN ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND!" Luke yelled, even more, trying to get his wrist out of Leo's grasp.

"I think not, this beautiful woman wants nothing more to do with you. So my suggestion to you is that you leave immediately while you still have some dignity left. And a friendly word of advice... If you ever threaten her or if I ever catch you around her again... Guarantee the next time we meet... Will be the last time." Leo warned him in a low growl in Lukes' ear.

   Leo released Luke out of his hand making him stumble backward. Clutching his wrist, he glanced over in your direction giving you a very evil glare. He didn't have to say anything but you knew he was saying that he's gonna be back when Leo's not around. Looking out the window, you watched as Luke exited out of the apartment building while still clutching his wrists. Leo then placed his hand on your shoulder, holding you close with his cellphone to his ear.

"Hey, Don?.... Did you get the picture I sent you?.... I'll explain everything when I get there, right now I need you to prep the spare room... Thanks, bro see you in a bit."   

   You kept looking out the window watching as Luke was out of sight allowing you to let out a sigh of relief. You still couldn't believe that he would stoop this low but then again... Yeah, you could. Luke always did get a little out of hand when he's drunk... Just not to this extent. You began to feel sorry for the guy but you had to remember he did this to himself, this whole situation was because of him and now he has to live with the consequences. Still trying to process all that went down, Leo finally spoke up breaking you out of your trance.

"Hey... You ok?" He asked caressing your shoulder.

"Hmm?... Oh yeah, I'm fine... Just trying to figure out how he found me..."

"We'll figure that out later, right now I need you to pack your things."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because I made arrangements for you to stay at the lair for awhile. There's a chance this guy will come back after when I'm not here and I am not willing to take that risk."

"Come on Leo... You know you don't have to look after me, I can take care of myself."

"Yes (y/n) I understand that, but if anything were to happen to you... I-I'll never be able to forgive myself. I... I care about you too much to take that chance. 

       What Leo actually wanted to say is 'I love you' but of course he stopped himself because 1 This was not the best time to say and 2. He was just too afraid for those words to come out of his mouth. You were about to say something when you can see just from looking into his eyes the fear and sadness as he pleaded with you to stay at his place. He wanted more than nothing to keep you safe and this was the best option.

"Please (y/n)... You can still go about your daily routine, the only difference is that you'll be staying in the sewers. Please let me and my family protect you." Leo begged once more holding you in his arms.

   Sighing softly in defeat, you quietly nodded your head to Leo's plea. Immediately Leo's frown turned in to a small smile. "Alright... I'll go pack my stuff." You sighed again before walking into your room.

   Within an hour you and Leo arrived back at the lair and came face to face with his entire family who was obviously really worried plus awaiting for an explanation. Gathering into the common room, Leo took his time to explain what just went down before they arrived.

"So that's why I sent Don of the guy. I want him to-"

"Track down his whereabouts, find out how he found (y/n's) apartment and get a full background history on him. Got it bro, I'm already on it... Anything to help (y/n) out." Don smiled cutting off his brother the proceeded to the lab.

"W-wait guys you don't have to do this... Really I can handle Luke on my own." You rebuttal

   And just like their brother, the boys plus Splinter were not hearing. Especially considering how the whole situation turned out.

"No way Dollface... ain't no way we're gonna let ya deal with this phycho by yourself." Raph argued placing his hand on your shoulder.

"That's right Anglecake, you're one of us now, we gotcha back." Mikey grinned hugging you tightly.

"My sons are right Ms. (l/n), you're now a member of this family. And we never let one of our own go up against danger alone." Splinter assured while stroking his beard.

   Hearing Splinter and guys claiming you as a member of their family instantly brought tears to your eyes that you have fought so hard to hold back. The only family you had was your mom and April, but to be called a member of the Hamato Clan was a true honor and made your heart swell with joy.

"Heh... Thanks everyone so much... For everything." You chuckled wiping away your tears.

   Leo smiled, took you by the hand and led you to the spare bedroom he had Donnie prepare for you. As you walked away with your crush in hand, Don, Raph, Mikey and Master Splinter watched in admiration. Splinter especially, he was really proud and happy that his eldest son found someone to protect and care about deeply. Raph on the other hand..., Although he was happy for his bro deep down he couldn't help but feel a little jealous of him. Raph has always been jealous of Leonardo a.k.a Fearless Leader ever since they were small. And the fact that his big brother now has a new girlfriend, made Raph even more envious. But he decided to push those feelings aside mostly for your sake and Leo's... For now anyway.

   Meanwhile, Leo brought you to the spare room that would be staying for a while. It didn't have much, but there was a bed, a dresser with a mirror and closet. 

"So this is where you'll be staying." Leo spoke as he watched you walk in and look around your new room. "It's not much but-"

"It's perfect Leo thank you... And if you're still worried about being mad at you, don't because I'm not. I know you're only trying to help and look out for my well being." You responded cutting him off. "It's just I've never really had anyone looking out for me it was always the other way around."

   Leo just looked at you while you spoke then sat on the bed. If anyone knew exactly how you felt it was him. He's always been the only looking out for everyone especially his brothers. Making sure they were safe, basically doing anything he could for his brothers... Even it means sacrificing himself for them.

"I know how you feel (y/n) and I know how overbearing that can be. I mean I'm the oldest of my brothers plus the leader of our team. Every night when we go out on patrol or some kind of mission, I have to make some very tough calls or quick decisions. And every time... I get criticized for it by my brothers. They really don't understand what kind of pressure I'm under just to keep them safe from harm. I love my brothers don't get me wrong, I only wish they understand what it's like to be me and not have time to take care of yourself." Leo explained staring at the ground before him.

   Upon listening to what Leo had to say, you couldn't help but feel for him. Your heart ached for him because you could see so much of yourself in him. Out of everyone you knew, Leo was the only one who seemed to understand you, which explains why you felt so attracted to him. Even now despite everything that went on, you could feel the attraction grow even stronger. You sat down next to him, gently placed your hand on his cheek turning his head so he was facing you. Staring into each other's eyes which seemed for hours, unknowingly you and Leo were inching closer to where you could feel one another's breath. He continued to stare into your eyes, gently moving a strand of your hair behind hair, immediately causing your cheeks to turn rosy red and leaned in against his hand sighing with content. Leo of course still couldn't get over the fact that such a beautiful woman like you was sitting right here beside him, touching his face and close enough to where he can feel your lips on yours. Basically making him want to protect you even more so than before. You looked back up at him and could quickly tell he was in deep thought about something.

"What's going on through that brain of yours?" You asked in a soft voice.

   He was going to answer but instead, he decided that he would rather show you what he was thinking by doing something that he's been wanting to do for months. Without hesitation, Leo gently pressed his lips onto yours. Naturally, you were shocked by the ordeal, which soon faded when you found yourself kissing him back. It pretty much felt like your lips were dancing amongst each other. However, Leo wanted to take a step further and hoping you would comply. He slowly ran his tongue over your lips asking your permission to enter. You gave a soft nod with a smile. Before you knew it, your tongue was now swirling and dancing along with his causing the both of you to let out a soft moan. Seconds later, without realizing it Leo then pulled you on to his lap. His hands were now slowly and gently caressing your back down to your hips. But like they say, "All good things must come to an end." And that end came when there was a sudden knock at the door causing the two of you to jump.

"Hey bro... I ordered pizza in case you and (y/n) were hungry." Mikey called out from the other side.

"Oh... Umm thanks Mikey we'll be there in a minute." Leo answered back while waiting for his heart to catch up with the rest of him.

   You and Leo looked at each other once everything calmed down and an instant blush came over you. "Whew... That was umm... Incredible." You panted softly.

"Hehe... Yeah, it was..." Leo chuckled still processing that he just experienced his very first kiss.

   He wanted to keep going he really did, but after everything that happened in the last few hours, he didn't wanna push it not to mention he was sure you were hungry and to be honest so was he.

"Well we better get out there or Mikey will try to eat everything before we could get the chance."

"Yeah and I better call April to let her know what's been going on."

   As you headed out to join the others, you grabbed your phone to call your best friend but then noticed her coming in along with Casey.

"Hey, I was just about to call you." You announced getting her attention.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here? I thought you'd be at home already." April asked surprised to see you.

"Yeah, it's a long story... I'll explain."

[kacxa-fan]

Mess of a Makeout

*Don't get the wrong idea, it's SFW*

It's been a while since Keith and Acxa had their tender moments. Work prevented them from keeping in close touch, despite being workmates. So, in an attempt to rid his desire for affection, Keith skipped his daily lunch break routine, bringing along just a few snacks, and tracked Acxa to her enlisted storage unit.

Keith peered in, his knuckles knocked the side of the large metal container.

Acxa's ears perked up as she turned with slight confusion to who it could be.

"Keith! Your lunch break is over already?" She asked and walked forward.

"Nah, just thought I'd see you. It's been pretty busy lately, so I figured why not?" He did the same and met her embrace.

Once the hug was done, Keith reached out a brown paper bag, gesturing the lady to open it.

"I brought you something in the meantime. Thought you'd be a bit hungry."

Acxa peeked to see a turkey sandwich alongside two cookies, one chocolate chip and the other triple fudge. Her favourites.

She gave a warm smile of awe.

"Thank you, Keith, but you know I'm on my diet."

Keith shrugged, "A few treats won't hurt. C'mon, I know you've been craving something sweet this past week."

Acxa mumbled and nodded in sheer agreement, pulling out the two cookies and placing the bag on the crate beside her.

"At least have one. Take it as a 'thank you' from me for your kind offer."

Keith picked the chocolate chip out from her hand, knowing that she'd prefer the one with most sugar.

The couple leaned against the crate and nibbled on their treat, chatting about how their day was going so far and whatnot.

"Haha, really? That's something..."

"Veronica was quite upset. Nadia should be aware of her surroundings now, or else... Well, you never know what Veronica may plan against her."

They both let out another giggle, letting the silence settle in as they smiled in their own thoughts.

"I'm really happy that you guys get along so well. It comforts me to know that things are working out for you, y'know?"

"Hm, I'm glad too, very..." She responded, looking down at her hands, content at the thought of her friends.

Keith looked over at her, examining her expression and overall beauty, smiling. His attention caught to a speck of brown on her lip.

Now was his chance.

"You've got uh, a crumb on your face." He said as he raised his hand, hesitantly.

"Oh... Where?" She touched her cheek.

"No, it's... Here, let me get that for you..." He smirked and brushed the crumb off with his thumb. He kept his hand there, gathering up the courage to push forward for a kiss. Even if it was just a small, quick one.      

"I uh... Been a while since we've showed our feelings... physically. Don't you think?" He mumbled, caught in a trance with his eyes on her bottom lip.

"I suppose so. I assume that you want something from me, yes?"

"Hm..." Keith hummed, brushing his thumb lightly on her cheek now.

Acxa glanced behind him, scanning for any signs of someone approaching.

"Fine, since no one is currently in here, but please make it quick before people begin to suspect."

The man before her responded by turning his full body to trap her in place. A hand placed beside her on the crate, with the other still cradling her soft, structured face. Acxa leaned back a little as he leaned in forward to level out their rather awkward height difference.

She found it funny, and yet pleasant, to have her boyfriend being the one to initiate a kiss or session of cuddling. Then again, she's always considered him to be a tad too clingy.

He was lost in thought, still, staring at her mouth, thinking...

Acxa had enough of his dreamy state, and teasingly squeezed his bottom in an attempt to wake him up.

Keith yelped in surprise, his cheeks and ears flushing a tint of pink. His eyes shot up to meet hers squinting with amusement from his cute reaction.

He pushed onward and kissed her, stopping her lip-biting smile from turning into a fit of laughter.

Acxa raised her hands and tangled her fingers in his tumble of hair, stroking the back of his neck.

Keith moaned, deepening their kiss. His left hand stroking the curve of her back. He gripped her hips a bit tighter, and began to slowly slide his right hand down the back of her thigh.

Acxa broke away from the kiss, a light strand of saliva emitting between them, "Calm down, Keith. We wouldn't want anyone to come walking in on us like this."

Keith wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, "Right, that would make some scene, huh?", he murmurs and pecks her lips. She gleams and returns the favor, placing a smooch on his nose.

"Should we get going?" Keith asked.

"I think that'd be a wise decision."

He fake pouts and begins to move aside, until he and Acxa heard two familiar voices enter.

"Alrighty. So, we unloaded the apples and bananas. What do we have left?" A distorted, high pitched voice questioned.

"Oranges." A deeper one stated.

"Where's that?"

"Over here. Don't worry, I'll get them, shorty."

An audible groan followed by a laugh then grunt was heard.

A large hand was seen from Keith and Acxa's perspective, gliding up to the top crate.

Keith panicked and urged Acxa to kneel down as he did the same in hopes of avoiding being caught.

Both were practically forced to huddle up near each other due to the tight compact of the boxes surrounding them.

"Got 'em."

"Geez, who would put these up there? Don't these delivery guys know how to do their job around here?"

Zethrid shrugged and made a hum, "No biggie, but hopefully they'll get it right next time. Speaking of 'doing their job', where's Acxa? Wasn't she supposed to be here unloading the herbs?"

Acxa's breathing was getting to Keith, and he assumed that he was too close for them to focus and make little noise. He subtly scooched away, placing a hand against a crate, to which it budged, making a screech.

Keith hissed as Acxa nervously bit her lip, yet both remained calm.

To their relief, the couple in front weren't always the brightest and seemingly ignored the noise.

"Yeah, you got a point there. Hmm, maybe she's with Keith, ey?" Ezor nudged.

"Seems like it, and hey, why not? They have been dating for a while now. Though, I wouldn't think them to be the type to skip their duties..."

"Yeah, yeah, you're right. Well, let's get going before somebody shows up and lectures us to get the heck out." Ezor mumbled in displeasure.

As they began their exit, Keith and Acxa began to stand back up. Yet, while doing so, Keith managed to push the same crate, causing the one above to topple over onto them.

"Shit-" He grunted and immediately turned to shield his girlfriend from any potential danger as to what food may have fallen out. He pushed her back against the wall, his hands at each side of her shoulders. 

A pile of pineapples bombarded the two. After that rush of an incident, followed silence. A rather awkward silence, to say the least.

The other couple blinked in shock, then bursted out laughing their butts off, all the while cooing at them.

Keith and Acxa hiding behind the food crates, enjoying the kisses given by their mate... or whatever else rhymed along those lines.

Acxa blushed and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Keith was a flustered mess. His cheeks were hot and red, both due to embarrassment and arising anger from the tease he was receiving.

He dashed to his side, crossing his arms.

"Okay, okay!" He grumbled, his voice cracking, which just made the girls laugh even harder.

Acxa snorted, "Alright, please, both of you get out." She said, face-palming with nervous giggles to what just happened.

Ezor and Zethrid finally made their way out, still beaming with the idea of their newly coupled, dedicated and serious friends sneaking off to share a little makeout.

Keith sighed heavily, "You think they'll tell the others?"

"I'm certain they'll mainly keep it to themselves, though, don't trust me on that."

Both remained silent.

"Actually, no. They'll likely expose what happened..." Acxa blankly stated.

Keith nodded, grumbling at the thought of Hunk and Pidge poking at him until he screamed, telling them to shut up.

He felt a hand placed gently on his shoulder, and looked up to meet her sapphire catlike eyes. They shimmered in admiration and reassurance.

"Don't worry so much, you'll still be a very respectable and courageous man to all. Especially towards your mother and I."

Keith's chest warmed from her kind words, simple, but so very assuring.

"Thanks" He smiled softly, unsure as to why he was freaking over a mild cutesy incident. Perhaps he just feared having his tough, somewhat independent "bad boy" reputation ruined by the likes of being caught and labeled as some untrustworthy scandalous leader. Barely anyone knew about his and her relationship.

Acxa hummed, kissed his cheek and patted it. She walked passed and grabbed her assigned crate out, leaving a mushy Keith standing there alone.

He just knew it, he could never top a girl like his so easily without screwing things up. But, despite the end, he was grateful to have her and that sweet moment before they resumed their everyday work life. Maybe then later he and her could spend some more alone time together.

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➭ I really like the idea of Keith being awkward and kinda out of control when it comes to romantic interactions, and with him trying to dominate his tall beautiful alien girlfriend. He'll get there eventually, maybe.

Thanks for reading <3

[tornrose24]

Liar

A/N: Hi! FL here! That message about the song may or may not have been me; I’ve been operating on, like, less than half the amount of sleep that’s healthy, so I have no clue anymore. But I’ve been thinking lately about the Red Diamond AU and about how the scene where Steven shouts at his mother would play out here. I’ve also been thinking about why Heidi needs her dad’s gem; I’m writing this so that a male gem’s offspring can live without a gem, but s/he would always be fading in and out of existence (like Ghost in Ant-Man). Anyhow, I’m going to write the “Liar” scene with a little bit of a twist; Red Diamond has been exposed to everyone but Fire Agate (he and RD are voices in Heidi’s head) himself, and Heidi is shocked, hurt, and saddened. So she decides to confront her dad, yells at the wrong one, and things happen. I think it might be interesting to see this illustrated if you have the time. 

Heidi stormed through her mindspace, crimson aura following her. After nine years of not knowing, nine years of arguing with the older gems, nine years of suffering because of Fire Agate, she knew the truth: Fire Agate was Red Diamond. Her father was one of the four strongest beings in existence. After learning this from Harold, Heidi had demanded that he and George send her to talk to her dad- and she was a Diamond. They had to obey an order.

So there she was, approaching the door to Fire Agate’s- no, Red Diamond’s world, tears streaming down her face. Sighing, she opened the door. As she expected, Fire Agate was there playing with the Mental Apps. When he saw her, he smiled. “Heidi! How are you? It’s been so long since we-" 

"Don’t." 

Fire Agate’s grin faded and he frowned. "What?" 

"Don’t just be casual with me. I know." 

"Know what?" 

"What you did to win the rebellion. Why you did it. How you lied to countless gems so they’d help you.” Heidi raised her voice, shouting, “I know what you are, Dad! You’re a liar! You tricked everyone, got people hurt! And for what? Why did you trick everyone?" 

"I didn’t! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Fire Agate shouted, shock and sorrow on his face. 

“He’s telling the truth, Heidi. He didn’t trick anyone." 

Heidi gasped at the new voice, summoning her twin blades. "Who’s there? Show yourself!" 

Footsteps thumped on the ground, and out of the darkest corner of Fire Agate’s realm stepped a lookalike of the hero. The man had Fire Agate’s face and form, but so much of him was different. He was dressed like a king; a red breastplate, red gauntlets, a red cape, red pants, and red shoes. There was a wig on his head, and the look in his eyes showed a fountain of guilt and sorrow born from wrongdoing. Sighing, he spoke. "Hi, Fire. Remember me?" 

Fire Agate gasped, as did Heidi. "Red Diamond? But how? Why? I… I…" 

Red Diamond smiled sadly. "Shattered me? Not quite. You poofed George shapeshifting as me. The only shattering you ever did involve my mind." 

Heidi frowned. "What’s going on?” she asked. “How are there two of you?" 

Red Diamond sighed. "Heidi, before I tell you, you have to trust me and believe that nothing I did was out of selfishness. I did what I thought was right to keep you safe. Please understand that." 

Heidi crossed her arms. "I’ll try." 

Fire Agate sat down. "As will I." 

"It started out as a routine check of the kindergarten. You know, making sure everything was okay, keeping things running and whatnot. Things were going great; we had more gems popping out than ever. So I decided to walk around. When I saw the life on Earth, how good and wonderful it was, it hit me. This was what I was destroying to creat my world. I couldn’t stand by and do nothing. No one could. So I approached George and Harold." 

"What do they have to do with-”

“Getting there, Fire. You see, they had dreamed up the rebellion. They slowed down production through pranks, distracted the workers, and so on. I wanted to just poof them and be done with it, but I needed a Sapphire and Zircon, so… Anyway, when I told them I knew about their tricks, they freaked. It was actually pretty funny, looking back on it. I told them I could help them, and after a day of thought, the Fire Agate persona was born. Fire, you started out as a costume so I could make the rebellion something to be proud of, but it couldn’t last forever, so I ordered George and Harold to tear me in two. I got the Diamond attitude and knowledge, and you got my passion for life and what moral compass I had. As the rebellion went on, I realized that I needed to do more. The other Diamonds wanted me to crush the rebellion, and they were sending gems to do so. I needed to scare them; send them a message they couldn’t ignore. So I…" 

"Used me to fake your shattering,” finished Fire Agate. 

“Yes. And I think you know the rest." 

Heidi scowled. "You used everyone." 

"I did." 

"You made another person specifically to be a figurehead." 

"I did." 

"You let everyone believe you died!" 

"Mmm-hmm." 

"Why?" 

"I thought I had to. And I didn’t think anyone would care. Fire, did you ever even think about shattering me after you did it?" 

"Every day, My Diamond." 

Red Diamond flinched at the tone, and Heidi frowned. "Why did you think no one cared?" 

"I was a flawed Diamond, Heidi. That lost me the respect of my family. I was a strict leader. I heard everyone complaining about me, so there went that option. Who was left? No one. I figured everyone would be happier when I was someone else. " 

Heidi, tears in her eyes, ran up and hugged the other half of her dad, and Red Diamond gugged back. Fire Agate approached after a few seconds and sighed. "You know, this will take some time to forgive, My Diamond. I lived with what happened for a thousand years’ time. I was crushed. And to find out that I not only didn’t shatter you, but also that I am you- it hurts. But I’m willing to try if you’re willing to let me." 

Red Diamond smiled. "I think I am." 

And the three stayed in the embrace for a while. 

Hope you enjoyed! :)

Future Legend,

Aww... Man, I like your take on all of this. It makes me wish I could just do my own one shots for this AU/AAU, because it would be fun to do. (I feel bad about the whole ‘fading in and out like Ghost’ thing though, having seen that movie and knowing how awful that would be).

Though... is this Heidi the same Heidi Hutchins? It’s interesting but tricky to accept since she doesn’t look like either Red Diamond/Fire Agate or their wife...

Yeah, I could see a drawing for this, but... I did say that I wouldn’t be doing any commission work for awhile to someone. I’ll play around with the idea for a bit though, because there holds some good potential that’s hard to ignore.

[1358456]

Review Response, Heart #002, Legacy #005

It’s been more than a week since Heart updated, and it hasn’t quite been a week since Legacy updated. Amazingly, the review count for both of them put together just reaches 10, and I suspect that no more will be coming in any time soon, so might as well. Also, after this, I’ll be implementing a new review response system, so might as well get this last one out of the way.

Heart

1) I hope this ends with Diamond and Pearl getting together lmao. ‘As much as I love Platinum, I won’t let it ruin /us/‘ is straight up the most beautifully romantic line in any of your stories

Friends. And perhaps not for long given what the majority of the viewers want.

2) Okay, I know I said I don't like love triangle stories (especially with a certain notp of mine. Eugh. No, no, no, no, no. Think about frantic, Cap. Ruby and Sapphire. *breathes*). Going back, while I don't like love triangle stories, the Sinnoh trio are an exception because I love both ships and I'm cool whichever Plat will choose ;w;

But besides that, this is a cute chapter. I love it that the boys cared for Plat so much that they won't destroy each other or ruin their friendship because they both like her (please more stories like this Hollywood or any media XD). This is just...shdfsdjk...so good TT

... Sorry, Cap. But unfortunately, majority of the viewers seem to want the two torn apart.

3) Stop settling things so peacefully *fight* *fight* XD. Two timing Platinum tho :). Pls let there be a death match at the end

... All is fair in love and war, they say... right?

4) Hmm...I somehow get the feeling that despite what Platinum and Diamond agreed to, it won't be that much of a peaceful rivalry. I think they may end up sabotaging each other, after all. In a perfect world, peaceful rivalry is possible, but in a world as crazy as the dex holders, nothing is simple.

I assume you mean Pearl and Diamond. Even you think that the rivalry would become a fight... ... Well, I suppose the rules of engagement were not clearly stated in the first place. And what counts as sabotage and what doesn’t? If Diamond takes Platinum away somewhere on a trip for several days so that Pearl doesn’t get his “turn”, and Pearl follows them so Diamond can’t hog Platinum all to himself... is that defined as “sabotage”?

5) Oh I can imagine both boys would behave this way in this kind of situation, but it makes it that much more exciting to see how they'll move forward. That gentleman's agreement is definitely my fave part of the chapter. Looking forward to what's next!

Well, well. This one came in JUST as I was making this post. And it does change the “majority” that I mentioned earlier in the post, but I’m not changing that. Well, if this person leaves a review for Legacy as well within the next few minutes, then that review will be responded to, but if not, then... well, the new system awaits.

The early people have spoken. The gentleman’s agreement shall not last. ... Does a “gentleman’s agreement” hold if you’re not going to be a gentleman?

Legacy

1) Another Great chapter!

Thank you.

2) Given how often bad things happen to Ded Holders they should start carrying around a Ralts with teleport... Whenever something bad happens, tp the hell out, then regroup XD. Although this would ruin the story. Great work as usual.

If Pokemon Special world was real and we were living in it, then I think the very first thing I would do is get the most OP ability in any game: the ability to Blink/Warp. Aka, Teleport. Going to get some groceries and a pack of wild Mightyena jumps you? Whoops. Have your Pokemon Teleport you away safely. A gang of thugs try to mug you (or worse) in an alleyway? Have your Pokemon Recall you out of there before anything happens. And on and on.

But that totally breaks the story-balance and tension. There’s a reason why Platinum only ever gets shields and not any other tech, even though especially in Destiny, she could’ve gotten some OP-bullsh*t tech abilities.

3) And this is why I like Y, she's freaking awesome. She managed to set herself free and also escape with Platinum. Although, the real problem now is how they'll reunite with everyone else.

Great job on this chapter!

Indeed, Y is awesome. She’s so awesome, I feel like I need to nerf her more, even though I already gave her a crippling weakness to water (can’t swim), and in both major stories she’s been in (Destiny, Legacy), she’s been in water.

4) Dang! Y's really athletic! She's strong, too, if she can run up flights of stairs and escape with Platinum on her back! Sort of like a mini-Sapphire!

I wonder who or what the target in Alola is. If it was mentioned before, I can't quite remember.

I look forward to more!

Sort of like a mini-Sapphire indeed. And yep. Y is super athletic. Who else among the Dex Holders can do a standing back flip? Or does physical training (Sky Trainer training) every day? She is awesome. I literally had her wrists, ankles, and knees tied up, and even hung her upside down, and she escaped anyways. Heh.

The target in Alola was mentioned before. Target? The Rotom Pokedex. And thereby, another Dex Holder.

5) As someone who definitely puts Platinum in his top 5 faves, I hope she recovers soon...but that was some awesome work by Y! Can't wait to see how awesome she'll be from here on out!

Ah, screw it. I’ll add it in here.

... Awesome work done by the awesome Y! Hehe... Well, Platinum had better recover from the mind-shatter fast, or she and Y will both drown from that jump from the cliff into the water.

[sansfangirl4life-blog]

Bestial Purity Chapter 1

So here is the first chapter for my GHorrorFellxHuman Lost story! I sure hope y’all like it! Sorry if it seems slow, trying to build a bit of a world up after all XD If you have any questions, feel free to ask me!

Lost is mine, and GHorrorFellSans and Paps belong to @zwagyzonk  

Chapter 1

The loud crack of a whip filled the cold, winter air around him and the sudden split of skin made him scream in pain. E...Endure...just......just endure....! He repeated in his head as he gritted his teeth. After three more lashes with the whip, he felt the cuffs holding him up release his wrists and he fell limply to the cold ground. "N...Ngh...."

"Damned freak...." He felt a boot hit his already bruised side, making him cough in pain and curl up slightly on the dirt covered ground. "You freaks are the reason the monsters are here! Useless, worthless monster born freaks!" A few more solid kicks later and he could hear the crowd slowly trickle away. He struggled to sit up, his chest burning with pain.

"Ngh......cracked ribs most likely..." He whispered. He slowly opened his eyes, ruby and sapphire eyes peering into the shadows of the night. He stood slowly, his bare feet barely registering the sting and cuts of rocks as he walked back to an old shack. "It'll take a bit to heal..." His stomach seemed to groan in pain, the tightening sensation of hunger not unfamiliar to him. He made his way to a small, dirty cot and curled up onto it, shivering slightly from the cold.

"You awake?" He glanced to see a young girl walk over to him, holding a thread bear green blanket. "You'll need it. You-"

"No Minnie. You....you're with child. You cannot give that to me." He coughed. 

"You-"

"Sweetie, the chance of this child even surviving is slim to none." She whispered, her voice sad and it made the young man's Soul clench painfully. 

"You're the youngest one here and you need it, especially after that lashing." He sighed and let her cover him up. He winced as the rough fabric seemed to catch in his injuries, making him grit his teeth and hiss in pain. "Sorry! Did I-"

"You didn't do anything....I'm alright...." He sighed, giving her a thankful look. She pat his sweat covered black locks, walking and heading back to a lower cot. He trembled and looked up to a large hole in the roof, the moon shining down gently on the run down shack. I'm not the child of monsters.... He thought and scowled slightly. He held his hand out, and red magic crackled gently in his palm. Well...not the monsters from the woods anyways...

He propped himself up carefully on his elbows, the old cot sagging slightly. "We need to escape...we need-" Something hard hit his head and he flinched, rubbing the spot on his forehead. His fingers came back stained red and he scowled.

"Fucking freak! It's your fault that we're in this shithole in the first place!"

"Evan, enough!" Minnie snapped from her cot. "We're all here because we were sold here!"

"Yeah well things we're a bit easier before he showed up!" A grizzled man peeked over from the bed above Minnie, his hair a shaggy, brown mess and one green eye glaring at the pale young man. "Now they lash out at us more and-"

"ENOUGH!" Minnie shouted, glaring at him with her furious blue eyes. "It doesn't matter if he has magic or not! He's still human, like us. He's still got a human Soul inside him." Evan tsked and retreated back to his bed. Minnie carefully adjusted herself and swiftly fell asleep, leaving the young man alone to his thoughts.

Human.....what does that even mean anymore? His red and blue gaze looked back up to the moon. I don't think anyone is human anymore... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The snow crunched under his boots, his breath leaving cold puffs in the air. "Hmm mm mmm~...." He hummed to himself as the moon shone above. "What a lovely night out, hmm?" He turned to look over his shoulder and chuckled. "Aww, nothing to say?" He turned to the corpse behind him, the body leaving trails of blood through the snow. "I know, it's my looks, isn't it?" He chuckled darkly, his left eye glowing gently in the night. "Ah well, I wasn't expecting a 'live' audience anyways."

He kneeled down and tied a rope to the ankles of the corpse, humming as he swung it over a branch. "But you see, we have these rules for the Hunter's Forest." He let out a soft, almost insane chuckle as he pulled the corpse slowly up the branch. "Humans stay out and leave us alone...but if they come here, they're all fair game." He finished and tied the rope around the trunk, sighing as he wiped at his skull. "But humans don't get that. You guys all try to run and hide, or even fight back. Tsk, it's so stupid. As if you stand even a remote chance."

He slapped at the body, giving it a gentle tap with the flat side of his large bone axe. "Yup, most humans know full well to avoid this place. Luckily you didn't...otherwise I wouldn't be having this conversation with you." He pulled out a small bone knife and carved away at the carcass, taking a few things and putting them into a plastic bag.

He backed away slightly as shadows loomed in the darkness, hungry eyes glowing from the shadows of the trees. "Sadly, me and my brother have already eaten and well....gotta make sure our normal stock of meat is fed. So....bone appetite~!" He winked and turned his back as growls and roars filled the silence of the night, followed by the sounds of ripping and tearing. "Hmmm mmmm~..."

"B....Bro....ther...." The skeleton stopped and turned to see an even taller skeleton emerge from behind a tree. He was wearing a thin, two tailed black coat and glasses on his face. He had a tan turtle neck on under the coat, his pants long and hugging his legs. His jaws were impossibly large, the teeth long and sharp. He grunted and nodded at his slightly shorter brother, holding a sticky note pad out and a deep, red pen.

"Leaving notes again Paps?" He received a nod and he chuckled. "You do realize no human has ever made it to the village, right?" He received another nod and a soft grunt. "Yeah well that's just how it is. They trap us underground for over 100 years and expect us to be nice? Tsk, bunch of fucking stupid wishing." He growled and reached up, scratching at the gaping hole in his head. 

"Not that I can really remember much of when we got outta there, but-"

"Grrngh...." Papyrus grabbed his wrist and scowled at him, stopping him from scratching.

"Heh, sorry bro. Didn't mean to put you on edge." G shrugged and looked up at the moon. He reached down into the small plastic bag he had and handed two, large eyes, the blood dripping onto the snow. "Here ya go bro. Enjoy." He reached down and grabbed the liver and took a large bite, humming at the taste. "Mmm~....chewy."  It's quite bright tonight.....almost full. He smirked and licked his fangs playfully. I dunno why....but I got a real good feeling in my gut.....something's about ta change. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The young man passed out small, chipped cups of water to the other workers as candles lit the dark shack. "Thank you!" She gave him a bright smile through her dirt caked face, her long black hair put up in two pigtails.

"Heh, no problem Ellie." He smiled and took a sip of his small cup.

"Can you tell me the story again?" She asked, her green eyes curious.

"Heh, you wanna hear how the monsters ruined our world and brought freaks like him into this life?"

"Evan, shush!" Minnie scolded. "Go on ahead young man." He chuckled and looked into the empty cup, sighing softly.

"A long time ago, monsters and humans were at war." He began slowly, closing his eyes. "The humans won the war, and attempted to seal the monsters underground behind an impenetrable barrier. But humans were not as powerful with magic as monsters were. Monsters are made of magic....humans were not. In just 100 years, the barrier dissolved and monsters returned." He opened his eyes and looked outside at the night sky, the moon covered by clouds. "But humans had all but destroyed their world in other wars.....and food was as scarce here is as it was there. The monsters, having thrived off of the flesh and bone of humans that had fallen down into the underground when famine struck, were right at home."

"So...they did eat humans?"

"Yes, to survive." He sighed and ran a hand through messy black locks. "So they began to inhabit the woods surrounding the region. These woods are now called the Hunter's Woods....and any human that wanders within become the game of the monsters. As for the monsters.....they rarely venture outside their home, and a tense peace has reigned ever since."

"Those poor monsters...." Ellie whimpered and held her empty cup close. She winced and the young man gave her a soft look.

"Ellie, did you hurt yourself again?" Minnie asked.

"N-No! Nu-uh! I'm a tough girl!" She said, wincing again. The pale boy walked over and placed a gentle hand on her stomach, making her whimper. "I-It doesn't hurt, promise!"

"Ellie, you're ribs are bruised, if not broken." He sighed with a soft smile. "Stay still ok?" He carefully lifted her shirt and placed a cool, pale hand against the darkening bruise. She winced as his blue eye glowed gently and a soft, pale blue light formed from his hand. Slowly, the bruise began to fade and she gave off a big smile. "There....better?"

"U...uh-huh..." Her eyes were wide in amazement as he withdrew his hand, sagging a bit. Minnie walked over and caught the young man before he collapsed. "Is he ok?"

"Using his magic like that just wears him out Ellie." Minnie assured her with a smile. There was a loud banging at the shack door and all members inside froze. 

"Wh...who's-" The lock was undone and men came in, their uniformed clothes making everyone freeze. What was worse was their walk, stumbling to and fro and the stench of alcohol filled the small space. "Ellie, get under the cot."

"But-"

"NOW." Ellie nodded and hid as the men approached Minnie. Evan slipped out of the shack and she scowled. "Pigs....all of you. What do you want?"

"Lookit here~! Ish tha' preggers whore~!" The men cackled as the young man stood up slowly, moving closer to Minnie but she held a hand up at him. "Isn' tha' the boss's baby in yer fat ass?"

"Please sirs, leave. We have work in the fields tomorrow and-" One man grabbed her neck and she clawed at his tight grip.

"Minnie!" The young man reached out only for him to be pinned to the ground by one of the other men. "Get off of me, you damned bastards!!!!"

"Heh, ya know...fer a fucking monster's bastard ya sure do have a rather....pretty little face, mmm~?" His eyes widened and he struggled harder. "Mmm...you feel good wrigglin' too-" A shoe was thrown at the man's face and he scowled at Minnie. "Ya goddamned bitch!" He got off of the young man and he watched as she was thrown harshly to the ground.

"Minnie, no!" He tried to get up and help, raising his hands as red magic crackled around his palm. There was a sickening squelch of flesh being punctured, a loud scream, and something hitting him hard on the back of his head before he was forced into darkness.

[nardaviel]

i’m doing lots of boueibu ships for this meme

kinatsuen

Who was the one to propose: Kinshirou, for kind of a sad reason. I headcanon that he hides his relationship with En and Atsushi (or anyone else, tbh) from his father until his late twenties. At that point, his dad, who actually knew all along, gets fed up and tells him to get married and have children or be disowned. So instead of leaving them, he lets himself get disowned, unintentionally calling his father’s bluff. Because, yeah, it was intended to be a bluff, but Kinshirou didn’t cave and that forced his dad’s hand. Or at least that was how his dad saw it. I know I’ve talked about this headcanon a lot, but where I’m going with it here is that after that they’re free to get married, or realistically to at least have a ceremony even if they won’t get the legal benefits. En in particular daydreams about it, but he and Atsushi don’t want to bring up the possibility because everything surrounding the disinheritance is a sensitive topic. But one day, some time afterwards when they’re in their thirties and Kinshirou isn’t so devastated, he comes home with rings for them all, gold bands that are almost plain except for two small inset gems on each of them. Each person has gemstones in their ring that match the magical boy colors of the other two. (Specifically, the gems used are sapphire, emerald, and yellow imperial topaz.) The proposal itself is less nervous and awkward than you might expect because Kinshirou’s older now and he’s been through some things. It’s still a bit awkward, though, and he gets teary-eyed when En and Atsushi get over their shock and give an enthusiastic yes. Who stressed more over wedding planning: Kinshirou, because he’s wanted to have this ceremony for a long time, and now that it’s finally happening, he wants everything to be perfect to make up for the wait. He’s a bit neurotic about it, actually. The other two have to get him to chill out a little. It does end up being a beautiful wedding, though, largely because of his efforts. (And Atsushi’s, once they take the decisions out of Kinshirou’s hands. Atsushi ends up being pretty stressed too, at that point. En... is chill.) Who decorated the house: For the most part Kinshirou, with some input from Atsushi. I think Kinshirou paid for most of it, since this was before he was disowned. It seemed to Atsushi like if Kinshirou was paying, he should get to choose the decor, except Kinshirou wanted to get expensive, formal furniture that you couldn’t relax in, so Atsushi had to step in and guide him to something that he and En would find more livable. Meanwhile, En chose the art. Their walls ended up with more art on them than Kinshirou or Atsushi would have thought was tasteful, but to their surprise it's not actually a bad look, even if Kinshirou doesn’t consider some of it art because he’s a snob about modern art. En was also picky about the mattresses. Who does the cooking: Atsushi, unless Kinshirou and/or En want to do something nice for him and give him a break. Or unless he’s sick. But En doesn’t know how to make very many things and Kinshirou doesn’t know how to make anything unless he rigidly follows a recipe, so their food is never as good. Atsushi still appreciates it, though. If he’s out of town, Kinshirou generally makes En do the cooking in exchange for taking care of other chores. Who is more organized: Kinshirou. Atsushi is pretty organized but Kinshirou takes it almost to an obsessive level. He has a hard time even setting foot in En’s room. Who’s the cuddler: They all like cuddles, but En is the one who expresses himself the most with physical affection and also the one who’s least shy about it. Kinshirou and Atsushi have an aversion to any public displays of affection, but if it wasn’t for that, En would be holding hands under the table in public, wrapping an arm around them while they browse in secluded corners of bookshops... that kind of thing. As it is, he’s the one most likely to flop down on the couch next to someone and put an arm around their shoulders, or lie down with his head in their lap. Kinshirou actually really likes this. It makes him feel safe, and when he’s on the receiving end of it, it feels like he’s wanted. Atsushi enjoys cuddling, but not to an unusual extent like the other two. Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Kinshirou is the little spoon. That’s the only thing that’s really consistent. En enjoys being both, although he has a preference for being the big spoon because he likes wrapping himself around his boyfriends and clinging. Atsushi can do either one and likes to make whoever he’s cuddling with happy. What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Talking. I know I keep giving that answer but that’s what all my favorite ships like to do. Also video games, either with Kinshirou making disparaging comments from the couch or En and Atsushi teaching him how to play (and trying not to laugh when he sucks, which annoys him, so he tries harder and ends up beating them). Going to bathhouses and sometimes onsens. Watching bad movies and making fun of them together. Going out to eat. Hanging out in each other’s presence with each of them quietly doing their own thing, whether that’s reading, drawing, doing a jigsaw puzzle, sleeping... whatever. And travelling! At least before Kinshirou loses access to his family’s money, and when they can convince En that the destination is worth the effort. The trips are usually long, and they don’t happen very often. Otherwise, En won’t agree because “Didn’t we just go on a trip? Why fly all the way to Italy just to fly back a week later? Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it is to fly?” But if the other two can get En there and if they let him sleep in, he enjoys himself. They’re all nerds in their own way, and they all all find travel interesting and fun. All the art, architecture, high/pop culture, history, people-watching, and miscellaneous things unique to a specific place that En can ponder. Who comes home drunk at 3am: I imagined once that En and Atsushi went out with Io and Ryuu when they were all in college. En got a little drunk with Ryuu, while Io and Atsushi were supposed to be the ones taking care of them. Atsushi figured one drink wouldn’t hurt, though... and that’s how he learned that he can’t hold his liquor at all. So Kinshirou had to come get them, and get them a taxi to take them home, and make them drink water before bed, and so on. He was annoyed about it and didn’t particularly find it endearing, but he did it anyway because he loves them. ...That’s the closest thing to an answer I can give for this question. None of them are that type of person. Who kills the spiders: Kinshirou. Atsushi is willing but they creep him out a little so Kinshirou just rolls his eyes and does it. En is the guy who freaks out and runs to find one of the others. Who falls asleep first: Hmm... let me think... A headcanon: En is a painter, right? ...That’s not the headcanon, y’all already knew that one. But one day he decides to paint portraits of the other two in secret. So he paints the most loving, beautiful portraits of them both, on moderately large canvasses. Kinshirou is drinking tea in his, just as a way of teasing Kinshirou about how often he drinks tea. Atsushi and Kinshirou are both really moved by what his secret project turned out to be and how beautiful their portraits are, although they both say they’re not that attractive. (But they both agree that the portrait of the other one is 100% accurate.) En tells Kinshirou they should put the portrait of him above the mantel, but Kinshirou says, “No, we can’t do that. I’d have to look at myself drinking tea all day.” And En says, “The rest of us already have to look at you drinking tea all day.” And Kinshirou whacks his arm, and they hang the portraits in the staircase instead lol. Then they make En paint a matching self-portrait so that all three of them can be there, and so that’s how they end up with lovely portraits of them all hanging in their home. Who has the most patience? Atsushi. Kinshirou seems like he has a lot of patience but he’s just faking it lmao and at some point he’s going to snap. Their relationship summed up in a gif:

The girl in the middle is probably either Atsushi or Kinshirou but if En is having a sad time for some reason they’ll converge on him instead and try to make him smile like that.