#come play in this space with meeeeeee

[mossmittens]

I love coming up with traditions around the Faligon feast. It's the most obvious start to a festival holiday possible, right? Like it’s a huge community endeavor that marks the start of a reign/dynasty.

The obvious bits are that the holiday would be an annual communal festival, potluck style and it would last a full week. Small towns would have it in the town square, larger cities would maybe have a few nexuses.

It starts as just a small feast to celebrate a year of hard work on the kingdom, but everybody really enjoys it. They don't have enough money to make a huge feast possible that first year. But year 2? Year 2 is rough and they have the money now. They. are. partying. And it just spins out from there. (Kabru advocated for it because he loves The Story of The Kingdom.)

Maybe a few years post-canon, Laios + friends would freeze a little effigy of Falin and have it nearby during the feast week. Then on the last day they’d break it out and “resurrect” her. It’d be a little inside joke for them but it would totally leak out into the village and then spread like wildfire. In 500 years, people wind up freezing barbie dolls for this lmao

And about 50 years into celebrating, some communities started crowning a “King Laios” at the start of the festival for fun. Maybe they’d get a little cape and would be required to finish the last bite of food on the last day. It’d start as a little joke but over the years it would become a huge political thing that people would fight over.

I think the food would just be “whatever you’ve got and can spare” but it would be fun if the story of the actual feast got vague over time so people wind up making food shaped like red dragons. Some communities hunt monsters for the meal, but it’s not a common thing (still taboo to eat monster meat)

Obviously they’d have plays telling the story of the Winged Lion and the start of the Touden dynasty (it’s a national holiday! you must learn history!) Years and years later, the story of the first feast gets so twisted up and becomes a huge subject of debate. People are like “no way, the meat wasn’t actually Falin Touden. That’s just an allegory later scholars came up with! They were just eating a big meal so they had enough mana to heal her :)” and other such things.

Marcille has difficult feelings about the feast after Laios and Falin die. She hates seeing the story get twisted but probably realizes that the point of the feast isn't the story so much as the community. She does send strongly worded letters to any historians that try to deny the story though. She has it well documented.

[theguyinthemathexamples]

Interrupted Prayers

(Synopsis: Even her most sincere prayers would do nothing to soothe the repetitive strumming of the ancient artifact - located in the middle of the island - to a halt.)

(ft. Kujou Sara, Raiden Ei, Sayu/Me)

It was an average day for Kujou Sara; both the shrines, the gateway to the island, and the front porch of the lookalike building of Tenshukaku were as clean as ever, thanks to her.

Her Eternal Excellency must've finished long before her, she'd think. After all, all she had to do was clean a stage and dust a few chairs and tables.

Her peaceful and quiet session of prayers of thankfulness towards her Grace ended up interrupted as a sudden gust of a wind passed by.

Suspicious of the sudden presence of wind and possible intruder, she turned her head to the sound, only to see a trail of leaves leading to the next island.

She grimaces at the mess, but figured she'd clean it up later.

That is, if the ancient lyre in the middle of the island would stop strumming.

... Wait...

... The ancient lyre was strumming?

The sudden turn of her head could even rival the strike of a thunder bolt.

A child, one that was around to her upper extremity, just below her upper abdomen, was recklessly playing with the artifact as if it was just a normal instrument.

Didn't it know that carelessly touching, much less tampering, would be disrespectful and that it could face severe punishment without the explicit permission of her Grace?

She shook her head no. Her Grace would specifically tell any of their acolytes that decided to enter their personal domain to never be aggressive nor directly interact with them and stay in place unless the visitor themselves comes up to them.

And from there, they had the option to say anything, minus threatening and asking for information regarding them and the visitor themselves.

But despite the limitations her Grace placed on them, she still couldn't focus on her prayers because that child couldn't stop playing with the damn instrume-

"Hm? Wait- Is that Sara? It's Sara! Sara!! Kujou Sara!!"

She heard the footsteps of the child nearing, as well as its voice.

"Yooo, it's Kujou Sara!!"

She heard it coo over her, calling her name over and over. She could only hope that the child would grow tired quickly and leave her alone.

"Hey, Saraaa, look at me! Look at meee!"

Her eyebrows furrow. Great, now it wants her attention. She was never really great with kids, if ever. So, getting stuck between her Grace's orders, her inability to interact with children and the kid asking for attention was utterly out of her expertise. As much as she hated to say that.

"Lookie meeee! Look at meeeeeee!!"

With a quiet, defeated sigh, she turned her head to the child. Wait... Wasn't this that tanuki that hid behind her wings before? Sayu, was it?

Well, technically, the child was already under her Grace's wing(haha get it) but this was... Certainly a sight to see, especially after their first meeting.

Nevertheless, seeing the chi- ahem. Sayu happy brought a small smile on her own face.

Sayu was giggling that she finally noticed her, jumping up and down in excitement.

Ofcourse, and unfortunately, the moment was short-lived and Sayu quickly said her goodbyes to her, rolling away in a ball of wind and slightly ruining the path along her way.

She sighed in slight annoyance, but as long as the child was happy, she guessed that she would be happy as well for the time being.

Bonus:

Not a few moments later, the child came rolling back carrying a coral crystalfly and a shiny looking slice of pineapple in her arms, saying a quick goodbye and rolling away once more, presumably to the island connected to the one she was on.

Another sigh escapes her lips, a small smile brushing her face as she watched the child roll through the messy, building-filled space.

She was glad she wasn't in charge of maintaining cleanliness on that island.

C/N: thx to a friend of mine for letting me in their teapot, couldn't have made this fic without it 🫶🫶

btw, the "ancient lyre artifact" is the "Resonant Melody" furniture lyre you'd get during the 1st year celebration of genshin (should've been me smh)

and Sara's "unique" impression on Sayu is based on this comic on reddit - it speaks for itself :))

[recitetheirdemise]

I’m so shy when it comes to entering a new fandom space that my unwillingness to post actually needs to be studied. I have written SO MUCH fanfiction since I started playing BG3 back in January (so much so that I have lost track of the plots in each story). I’ve dabbled in my fair share of fanart as well. Like all I want to do is post and talk about these amazing characters/my hcs/my qualms with the game… and yet whenever I think about publishing something I’m like… NaH. and IDK WHY I AM LIKE THIS. I hope that I’ll get over this soon lol since I do like talking to people and making friends and showing off my hard work, but ITS SO DAUNTING FOR MEEEEEEE!!

^ this is me fr

[metroid-fusion]

I AM TRYING TO IDENTIFY A MEME MASHUP FROM 2018 (or earlier)

aka the mreligion_set01 post

in 2018 someone i knew sent me a song someone they knew made. it was a 12 minute long meme mashup and it was really impressive. ive had this file on my computer for 5 years and ive listened to it so much but the problem is that i have no idea who the fuck made it or whether it's ever been posted online anywhere. i may very well be one of the only people thats ever heard this song. PLEASE try and help me identify it.

unfortunately. i am NOT going to post it here. because it is not mine and i cannot properly give credit. HOWEVER i am going to post a TRACKLIST because it is a distinctive tracklist that will help in identifying it.

this thing is 12 minutes 10 seconds, or maybe 12 minutes and 9 seconds. it's MAYBE associated with siivagunner somehow because it has siivagunner memes in it. i dont know all the songs in it but i listed the majority of them

track list IN ORDER below the cut (sorry for inserting opinions into it i just really like this mashup)

snow halation casin by glue70 (reposted in the wrong neighborhood) we are number one all star boulevard of broken dreams gary come home from spongebob shelter porter robinson accidentally in love from shrek 2 679 by fetty wap closer chainsmokers in the air tonight witchcraft by pendulum live and learn numb linkin park one week barenaked ladies zedd clarity Vagrant Counting Song of Retrospection from Kirby Planet Robobot (THIS SONG IS THE BASE FOR SIIVAGUNNER REBOOTED) ocean man take on me blurred lines by robin thicke welcome to the black parade the man by aloe blacc smooth we are number one bonetrousle purple lamborghini from suicide squad [this bridge dates this song heavily] waters of nazareth chip da ripper freestyle with interior crocodile alligator sample of joel saying "GRAND DAD. FLEENTSTONES?" dk rap down with the sickness ghostbusters crank that soulja boy gangnam style i play pokemon go every day (pg song for kids) by misha the nutshack [end of bridge] reeses puffs rap (on top of waters of nazareth) let the bodies hit the floor cruel angel's thesis uptown funk YMCA village people wild wild west will smith rhythm heaven ringside (POSEA FOR THE FANS) tunak tunak tun kahoot theme gentleman psy pen pineapple apple pen feel good inc gorillaz nutshack theme boombastic by shaggy panda swimming pools drank by kendrick lamar forever by drake et al goodbye to a world porter robinson [editors note. this part of this mashup is really fucking good. i need to find out who made this shit because it rules so hard] shooting stars bag raiders, snow halation, carry on my wayward son. 21 guns green day lord of the game death grips ignition remix r kelly cinema (skrillex or whoever) i dont care charli xcx scatman CAAAAAAARRY OOOOOONNN of welcome to the black parade TAAAAAAKE ONNNNN MEEEEEEE space oddity by davie bowie through the fire and flames dragonforce king of carrot flowers part 2 by neutral milk hotel spider-man 2 pizza theme mamma mia abba [reprise of a bunch of songs from the intro <3<3<3] fireflies by owl city

NOTABLE: THIS MASHUP DOES NOT HAVE MEGALOVANIA IN IT

&so with that i say please find this mashup and send it to me and listen to it

[fratboykate]

Can we have the soundtrack cause that would be bommbbb. I listen to music instead of thinking so a list of songs would fucking wreck me. Truly the amount of space this au takes up in my head is unhealthyyyy. *shakes you back and forth* you don’t understand what this has done to meeeeeee

But anyway, so I’m wishing for a second wedding but is this part of the grey ending that they don’t? Is this what Kate has to live with? Don’t get me wrong, they still have kids and are happy and everything but marriage is off the table for Yelena? As she totally has the right to of course, but that’s still heartbreaking.

It’s so sad though cause I feel like to be in a successful current relationship you need to show (not just feel) a certain amount of affection. And to do that you have to be at least to a certain point emotionally “past” your previous one. Obviously Yelena wasn’t. And that’s not at all to say it was Yelena’s fault that Kate cheated, but she should have put on her big girl pants and said no and that they were moving too fast. That’s the sad thing is that it wasn’t a matter of “if” it was just a matter of “when”. Or maybe this was always going to happen and it’s what they needed

But that playlist though 👀👀

y'all have been delivering some a+ commentary here. big fan.

under the cut im putting just soooome of the songs that i can either see kate "releasing" or that are just A Vibe for this AU and i think about them all the time when thinking about these two people.

kate gives me SUCH julia michaels vibes. there's so many of her songs that makes me think of them. like...this one is such a two way street for them:

when she's trying to get yelena to break she's like "stop trying to be all tough and shit. i know you're a lowkey softie." and yelena is also like "you can quit it with the persona you put on for the world. just...be a human".

and i have like a WHOLE story in my head about where this song came from lol:

i think its written from yelena's perspective after a night where kate was drunk and was trying to get her to come over to have sex. this was after yelena had put her foot down and been like "we're not doing this anymore". and kate is sending her the "Put your hands on my body just like you think you know me Want your heart beating on me, don't leave me hot and lonely" bit of lyrics as a sext. and yelena's response was basically something like "i dont fall for peer pressure"...but then showed up like half an hour later lol

for this one...yes...it's totally ironic that her feature on the song is...Niall of all people but it's perfect and...maybe that plays into the story and maybe it doesn't 👀👀👀

i dont think i even need to explain this one:

that first post divorce album was...a lot. these four are...PHEW. the bridge at the 2:00 mark of "honest" is like...pure "i just divorced my soulmate and im gonna pretend it's fine and put on a smile but A BITCH IS STRUGGLING"

there's truly so many more but this hellsite has a ten video limit so this will do

[village-for-rambles]

OKAY. Warning guys. EXTENSIVE RAMBLING UNDER THE CUT we're doing performance thoughts and favorite lyrics. I realize I could put my thoughts on lyrics but that might be for another day this is twelve songs we're talking about

She Wants Me (To Be Loved) - Obviously obsessed with this one this is the first song that got me suuuper into The Happy Fits AND the first one I heard recorded this way. Got to see that electric Cello in action and it ROCKKKKED I was SO pumped GREAT start loved that you could hear everyone it was sosososo silly. Actually got to see everyone's faces. I am in love with this band.

And in the morning / the sun will rise / and I'll wake up / and she won't be mine

I'll say no kiddin' / while you wish I didn't / but maybe this time will be different for me

Guhhhhjhhgjhh

Mary - First time hearing this song ever and I LOOOOOOVE IT. Luke's voice is so much fun and this song generally just rocked it's one of my favorites in the entire playlist I keep coming back to it all the solos slam and Calvin was having SO MUCH FUN on the Cello I think you can see that everyone was just really into it and I love it so much ughhhh guhhhh aughh you can see how distinct everyone's body language is there's just so much personality and Also. Can you feel Mary's lovin little lamb. Kill me

Mary's an animal / as sick as they come

She'll fill you with loving / and drink out your blood / She's trying to kill me!!!

Stop running / and fuel the disease / don't use her and you'll always need

This one just was a banger lyrically in general. Ugh guh agh oguh.

Hold Me Down - Everyone was so happy playing this one it was so much fun this song was MEANT just DESTINED for the acoustics of that room the way that they echo during the chorus is soooooo HRHRHRFFRFRFFRRGG also Luke got to sing again which I really enjoyed he's fun I love how bouncy everyone is and I looooove the lighting. I am a SUCKER for this chorus I'm here my love WITH THE RESONANCE ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEEEE I also LOVE Calvin's vocals when he gets really deep it's so silly

I never cared for fancy art / or poetry and old guitars / but they always sing along

I've been talking to myself / on some Icarus spell / but it got better when you didn't go

Just get me OUT OF HERRRE

Cold Turkey - Have to be honest I hate the way Calvin says Turkey it's actually like startling to me so I don't really listen to this song but I do loooove it also they're super silly here. Very intent eye contact with the camera when Calvin is on piano and I love how everyone else plays around while Raina and him do instrumental I LOVE seeing bands interact with eachother in a playful manner it's so much fun,, I love the piano and the vocals a lot again the acoustics in this room are so perfect,,, maybe you'll call before it's too late UFGUUUHHHH

It's gonna take some time / and space, honey / so when you go / leave me ALOOOOOONE

I must / confess / life without you is such a mess / I hope / it shows

Heaven is closing fast on my fate / maybe you'll CALL / BEFORE IT'S TOO LAATE

Go Dumb - This song is just like me for real and I love how much fun everyone has with the lyrics I love Raina's backup vocals and I love how everyone rocks along just OUGHHHH THEY'RE HAVING SUCH A GOOD TIME and again the gang vocals KILL IT forever and ever,,, they're so silly. Love the Cello here also

I can slug the sleaze (like a rambling runt) / my weak hands and knees (got me banned to my bum) <- WHAT are these lyrics about. Nobody knows. It's so funny

I found a way to kill a deadbeat / I can rise with the tide / but when I go to the top / I need more / I need more / just to make this poor man GOOO

Live footage of me guys

Heart Of A Dancer - HANDS DOWN FAVORITE SONG ON THIS PLAYLIST I love Heart Of A Dancer all on its own but this one was soooooo gorgeous and fun I love the pace and the clashing of instruments it scratches a very specific itch in my brain,, I love Calvin's intonation and how sometimes he gets so into his instrument that he tapers off a little like EXACTLY that is EXACTLY what this song is about. How everyone interacts with the camera and how Calvin interacts with the microphone and Luke's faces the whole time and how Nicole DESTROYYYYYYYYYS HER SOLO and Calvin drops off screen and does silly little things during the instrumental just AUGHFGFGRGRHRHRYGGG banging my head frothing at the mouth it's my FAVORITE. It's my favorite. Everybody's smiling the whole time and I love that they're caught off guard by his count off at the end and how he just ditches the bow. That's what this song is FOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think I could write a whole post just about Heart Of A Dancer

Lucifer / he came to me / he said "take this bass guitar kid" / then you'll be free / it's true!!

They were callin' out / my name / but I could not be found / I was fallin in / the flames / to such a lovely sound

Loooove the religious references by the way it's so silly

Moving - I loooove how legato everything is it just flows right in and is such a stark trabsition from Heart Of A Dancer but I enjoy it I loooooove the Moving instrumental but I love the way Calvin's voice shakes in this recording it is sososososo good so silly and the gang vocals here are once again bordering on divine. Ouuuuuuh how he just about breaks into laughter in the bridge and how he bounces this whole song is so silly and I liked Nicole a lot as well,, obsessed with the Cello as per usual. Love that everyone's a little bit sleepy but still grinning and I like the fact that they got higher at the end as opposed to the usual drop sooo much fun

Don't you make my heart beat faster / don't you make me mad / doctor call the undertaker / THIS one MIGHT be BAD!!!

You could just stay here / stay here for days dear / watchin' the sunset / over the new year

So Alright, Cool, Whatever - this is either the first or second song I've ever heard from The Happy Fits because I think it might've went Dirty Imbecile, this song, and then She Wants Me (To Be Loved) so I will forever be obsessed with this one I ALMOST FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT IT if I ever mention The Happy Fits albums and don't talk about So Alright, Cool, Whatever that iz NOT me. Kill that thing. I love how Nicole takes this one over and I love how small Calvin gets all of these other videos he's so obnoxious and animated and I think it's visible that this song is pretty personal to him in some way I loooove his voice here and Nicole's drawl is definitely a lot of fun and makes the lyrics a lot more prominent!!!! I loooove this version and I love the exaggeration of phrasing

It's not like I've got / something Grand / to say to you / like YOU'LL be / the only ever ONE / like the only ever one(s) who came before

HOW could I ever be so DUMB / to believe I'd be the ONE you would ADORRE

I love how desperate this song ends up being by the way. Narrator is NOT beating the I Care allegations. Very fun to apply to characters

I'll Be Somewhere - this is the one song in this playlist I don't have many feelings about,,,, it iz very nice and I like how it vaguely resembles Little One and Luke's first verse is fun and Calvin on the piano is nice. Ummm I really like the guitar at the beginning that rocks. But I think the interest fades after the first 45 seconds for me personally. I do like several aspects of it but I wouldn't listen to it daily

Tell me a secret / maybe I'll tell you mine / I've got a feeling / somethin' just ain't right

I don't wanna start / any place away from you

No Instructions - THE autism song for me. No instructions. I'm freaking out. Definitely the song I'm most animated with the long phrases give me a lot of room to be expressive and there's something about the intonation that's so paralyzing like you HAVE to do SOMETHING about it or you'll explode you know. Calvin's voice here is a lot of fun generally and I like how Luke messes with the camera and Nicole and Raina ROCK with their vocals here. I too am anxious about confrontation and navigating the social landscape and just want to go to bed. Thank you

I'll take the blame / for not being alright / but something should change / if all we do is fight

Oh, I / have no idea / I've got no instructions / I'm freakin' out!!

I just wanna go to sleep again / dream about a time when we were friends / I just wanna go to sleep and then / maybe we'll forget and start again

Do Your Worst - I'm going to be honest I can gage like three lyrics of this song but I know the guitar ROCKS thank you Nicole and I know the melody is super super nice and I love the transitions from intense to casual it vaguely reminds me of a Western soundtrack even thought that is not even remotely what it is. I have to move on because I am not actually aware of any of the words that are said besides 'Do your worst' and 'I thought you wanted this'(???)

Little One - I LOOOOOOOVE Little One it reminds me of Little One by Highly Suspect which is one of the songs that makes me NAUSEOUS with nostalgia jesus christ. Makes me cry just a little bit. Kind of grassy to me I could run around in a field to any version of this song. Also vaguely similar to Hold Me Down which is one of my favorites . LOVE THE CELLO I think that's the thing that makes me so emotional it's so strong and I am as per usual obsessed. Somebody save me. The general sentiment about belonging also hurts really bad. I think this was a really really good one to end with because everyone's so visibly relaxing into it and you can see that yhey're tired but they're still having fun and I think that's definitely what this song is about. Can you tell this was also one of my favorites

Little One / We're alone on the face of the earth / we're just floating in space / with the millions like us dear / you belong.

Growin' up feels like free fallin'

There's a place / in the sky / said to have all that we need / that emotional right / to belong.

PHEWWWWWWWW this was. A LOT more than a few minutes. But collectively here are my thoughts. Love love love this playlist I love you Happy Fits guh ugh ugh s

VILLE VILLE VILLE THE PLAYLIST HERE YOU GOOOO

PHIO I LOVE YOU THERE IS NOTHING THERE. YOU DID NOT GIVE ME ANYTHING. I APPRECIATE IT

[duckugou]

drunk and gutsy

Bokuto x fem reader

drunk fluff moment

cw: drinking i suppose

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Requests are open!!

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"Id give you tha moon, love," Bokuto drunkenly admitted to you while you used all of your strength to hold him up.

You two were currently walking down the street after a night out. You barely drank, as usual, and were pretty much sober. Bokuto on the other hand was plastered. And was telling you everything you've ever wanted to hear come out of his mouth. But he didn't mean it, right? I mean- hes drunk.

"Youre really so gorgeous, y/n. A-and nobody, nobody. Deserves an angel such as ya," he slurred on, causing you to laugh.

"Oi its no j-joke," he hiccupped, stopping in his track, making you do the same. "I might be wasted-d but," he put his hand on your shoulder for support. "you're genuinely so amazing to me. Y-you don't know how bad I've wanted ta kiss ya but you'd n-never go for me."

"Bokuto. We need to get you home. You're talking out of your ass," you giggled, brushing off the pang you felt in your heart.

"N-no am not! I'm talkin out of my mouth!" He shouted, as you two began back on your way to his flat.

-timeskip bc like walking-

You both stumbled up the stairs and got into his door with minimum issues, mainly because Bokuto began singing some song that was played at the club and was too distracted to give you any trouble with the door.

"Dance with me!" He grabbed your hand from the light switch and spun you around.

"You moron theres no music!" You giggled, and he pulled you into him.

"I'll sing then! Whats that song we always sing- uh- Bubblegum!" He said, looking into your eyes.

"Okay, I'll start. Sorry that I didn't-"

"Kiss you!"

You both danced around and sang to the song you've been hooked on lately. You had to admit, you would remember this night forever. He was just so fucking pure in this moment, swinging you about, singing Clairo.

"You look so nice in your shirt It's sad because it just hurts I'd do anything for you But would you do that for me, too?" You sang in sync, as you really meant it. Little did you know, he did too.

"We oughta get you to bed," you suggested, forcing yourself to look away from his eyes.

Then, he took his chance, and kissed you.

All the clichés happened. It felt right. Even if it was a sloppy drunk kiss, you'd wanted it forever. And you hoped he would remember it tomorrow.

You silently walked him to his room after you detached your lips from his. He was beaming, and you were worried. What if it meant nothing to him and hes just drunk.

"Alright, this is your stop," you said, gesturing to his bed.

"Stay with meeeeeee," he whined.

"Bo, I can't- I'll come back tomorrow-"

"Please. Just this once. Please," he pleaded, laying on his bed, patting the space next to him.

His stupid smile was enough to make you cave. You sighed and took your shoes off, laying on the bed next to him.

'If hes not gonna remember any of this anyways- I might as well get comfy' You thought to yourself.

You snuggled into his embrace, loving every bit of his scent.

'I hope this isn't a one time thing' you thought, drifting to sleep in his arms.

-anotha time skip brought to you by my twitching eye-

Waking up next to Bokuto was a new experience. His light snoring was cute, but to avoid feeling creepy, you rolled out of his bed and went to the kitchen to grab water and pain killers he would surely need.

"Y/n?" He mumbled as you walked back in.

"Good morning," you said, giving him the glass of water and pain killers.

"Thank you, fuck my head hurts."

Neither of you said anything as you sat on the bed on your phone and Bokuto looked at you, wondering if he should say anything about last night.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?" you replied, locking your phone and looking at him.

"I uh- I do remember."

"Huh?"

"Everything from last night. I remember it all." he admitted.

Your face became hot and you didn't know what to say.

"I don't regret any of it. Honestly, glad I finally got the balls to tell ya all that," he chuckled, moving closer to you.

"Really?" you asked, barely audibly.

"Really. And uh- I promise I'm a better kisser sober." he assured, rubbing his neck to relieve tension from the headache.

"Here, let me-" You scooted behind him, rubbing his neck. "I don't regret it either, Bo."

He turned around to face you, putting his hand on the right side of your face. "Thank fuck," he said, kissing you.

He really was a better kisser sober.

[vaguely-concerned]

The Mandalorian Chapter 14 reactions: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME BUT ALSO I’M CRYING edition

- the good good din characterization is back after all the weirdness last episode!!!! that soft way he says ‘no, no, I’m not mad at you’? THAT’S din djarin, he would not be fucking impatient with his son having just been informed and seen for himself that he is terrified, go away mr filoni I know you’ve got all of canon memorized but you don’t get this lol. this feels much more right in how din being conflicted and still thinking he should give the baby away for his own good plays out too  

honestly every line of dialogue for him in this one was perfect I was just whispering ‘I love this awkward clueless wonderful man just doing his best’ to myself any time he said anything. “...does this look Jedi to you?” sir I adore you more than words can describe

- we got din chuckling. asjdklfhsdkafghsdafsadhjkfsdahjkfh. fskahfksjad. side note: I can’t believe my joke post about din desperately trying to Force home school the kid with the one (1) jedi trick he knows about and the baby being delighted by it over and over anyway -- listen to his expectant excited laugh when din takes the ball and sets up the game!!!! -- was canon all along. and then the baby & mando music kicking in when he gently put the silver ball into the baby’s hands again and tells him he’s special (because he IS special. to din)? hmng. hmmmmnnnnn  

they opened on the height of softness so we would all crumple under the weight of the rest of the episode and that was very mean of them in a way I sincerely appreciate 

- nothing to see here... just a dad trying to walk through the literal manifestation of the unassailable underlying forces of the universe to get to his baby again and again........ the desperation in that, the love, the foolhardy devotion................... shit

- okay so I might be a dumbass, but I’d never noticed this before -- the silver ball has a blue spot on the top, like so: 

and in addition we get the room where the baby goes full darth grogu (I have to laugh so I don’t cry okay) on those storm troopers, and there’s a red light in there dominating the room (and it did even more in the concept art):

in star wars blue means light side and red means dark side (it’s very sophisticated that way), meaning the visual storytelling here is that there’s a battle for the baby’s soul and gideon and all his nonsense (and the trauma bb’s been through in the wider sense) is pulling towards the dark, while grogu and din’s connection leads him towards the light. just... the image of the baby looking at his own reflection in the symbolic representation of his relationship to din? the way children find their sense of self through being safely reflected and held by their caretakers? god help meeeeeee I will go in there and fistfight gideon myself for disrupting that in any way  

the smaller light seems to be blue too, like there’s still the presence of light even if it’s dimmed and small in that shitty horrible room, which is a change from the concept art!

- FENNEC SHAND SURVIVED BITCHES!!! I even called that she’d be back with new shiny robot parts back in season 1, could not happen to a cooler lady, I hope we get more backstory and interaction from her the next episodes -- sounds like she’s basically sworn herself to boba’s service in gratitude for saving her life, I wonder if that’s a cultural thing of whereever she comes from? does she live aboard slave 1 now too?? because that would be hilarious and amazing, it must be like two strange cats trying to get used to sharing the same space   

- everything I could ever hope for about boba fett in this series came true, they went down the much more interesting and nuanced route with jango and boba’s identities as mandalorians, he looked cool as fuck and made din as a character shine rather than overshadowing him... amazing beautiful yesss 

(I did 100% not anticipate just how ‘cool uncle boba here to help you fuck shit up’ he was going to be but I am delighted to get it anyway. uncle points deducted for getting someone to point a gun at the baby, but the main point still stands lol) 

the power and brutality of his hand to hand fighting too... a w e s o m e , I enjoyed the action scenes a lot in this one

- they even recanonized him actually wearing jango’s armour. what more could I ask for. I’ve had confused parent & child feels about these two since I was like eleven and here we fucking go again. and jango fighting in the mando civil wars too!

- so I’m grieving the razor crest (and I always will be, rip you magnificent jalopy, always in my heart) but also there’s the grim satisfaction that my reading on it was sort of true -- it is (...was. oh god it’s going to take a while to sink in huh) a symbol of din’s self and life, and at this point when they take the baby it tears everything else to pieces. the only thing that’s left in the ashes is the beskar and the thing that connects him to the baby. and there’s... a strange solace in seeing that that’s all he needs to keep going? he’s fucking obliterated from orbit but he still has his love for the baby and the beskar and that can keep him going until he finds something new, everything else can be replaced?????? weirdly healing, though he is probably going to have a solid breakdown at some point after they get the kid back (shut up they are getting the kid back) and the cold distant fog lifts 

also this scene/shot feels like it carries some Meaning, doesn’t it? I’m on record several times saying I never want din to be mand’alor and that’s still true, but there’s something about the framing of this and the way boba looks at him that’s like... hm. I’m not sure I have the words for it. there’s something heightened about it, anyway, for a moment he looks like something mythic there in the wreckage 

(something I would be much cooler with is our clan of two growing a little bit and those new people rallying behind him, actually, that might be neat. imagine if a force user does show up for the baby and gets adopted into the clan somehow??? so many possibilities.) 

- from the way he picks up the silver ball... din djarin is on his way to straight up murder some people huh

I think part of what reassures me about this scene is the music -- this mando flute is not distant, is not beaten, is not despondent, it’s clear and determined and strong.

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I love this. I love when we get explicit baby POVs, it makes it feel so real and intimate and... like home. (I especially loved baby’s point of view inside the razor crest, which just made me tear up again. baby lost the closest thing he’s had to a home in a long long time on top of it all. everything is suffering)

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Emotionally Significant Thumb Grabbing tm; the show

- din djarin looking for the ‘on’ switch on a magic rock fhsdakjfhsadlfhsdjah I can’t breathe

 “Well, this is the seeing stone. Are you. Seeing anything?” fsafkdsajhfsa sdhfksjalhfkjsdahfkjsdhf

- the energy around the baby as he’s, in ahsoka’s words, ‘choosing his path’ is blue, and the force sort of works across time and space, right?? so there’s definitely still hope for our lil green bean to not have to come up with a really dumb unsubtle sith name for himself, as is regrettably yet delightfully tradition. darth babbu should never come to pass (I do like how they’re interrogating the normal dark/light side dichotomy in this series, seeing as this is a literal baby who can’t really be responsible for that stuff himself yet and has such capacity for both.)  

- listen. listen, the way din says ‘can you please hurry up’ with no sarcasm or real impatience whatsoever, more like a harried worry, to his force-meditating son as he jogs off to make sure no one’s trying to kill them. is hilarious and also YES this is what the character is!!! weirdly and incongruously polite under stress sometimes and with a slightly odd reaction pattern to things!!! he’s not just quiet and badass, he’s a little strange sometimes and it’s so good!  

- a friendly opening volley warning shot from boba there

also din uncertainly asking BOBA FETT if he’s a jedi... now this is the dramatic irony I’ve been looking for haha 

I guess neither shand nor boba actually know din’s name after this either. baby you gotta start introducing yourself at some point it gets real confusing when there are two mandos on screen 

oh the long weary sigh going through din’s frame when boba says he wants ‘the armour’ and he thinks it’s just someone trying to peel the beskar off his corpse again. sorry the galaxy’s so shitty dad   

- “But fate sometimes steps in to rescue the wretched” is a killer line well done mr favreau. I like that boba actually offers din a good deal as well and seems to intend to deliver on it from how things are going. 

- din using his beskar-covered bod to cover someone he’s fighting alongside!!! literal moving cover haha. also I love fennec’s costume design  

- I don’t know where din got more whistling birds from and I don’t care, it was really cool haha 

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wow haha um so anyway -- 

(cue all the ‘who wore it better’ with cobb vanth’s ‘spiderman’s first home made costume’ look on one side and ABSOLUTE UNIT DADDY boba fett on the other side posts lol)

- aaaghh the music almost like a stunned desperate fluttering heart beat as din watches the razor crest be destroyed 

- for someone who has willingly worked for them in the past boba sure sounds less than thrilled about having the empire back in any capacity 

- oof the deadness in din’s voice when he says “The child is gone”. ooooh no that got me  h e l p 

- guessing next episode is at least partly a ‘gathering old allies and preparing the assault’ step before the grand finale, then! they cannot go for the season ender cliffhanger with this, I will fucking riot. anything can be up in the air except baby and dad being separated, I will not allow it

it would be very funny if the force user baby called out to comes stumbling into the middle of all this like the troy entering the room with pizzas meme too 

- the music in the darth grogu scene is partially a dark mirror of the baby & mando music :’( is nothing in this world sacred

also from how he reaches out for it baby might have used a light saber before in the past with the jedi? ngl the idea of baby wielding the dark saber not when he’s all grown up but in like two episodes -- with all the chaos a toddler holding a laser sword would involve -- is all that is keeping me sane here 

‘liable to put an eye out with one of these’ well gideon you sure have doomed someone to lose an eye with that one, here’s to hoping it’s you, for full dramatic payoff 

he is a deliciously smug awful force with great musical cues tho, you have to give it to him

- okay so this

is obviously awful and horrible and it makes me so sad... but it is undeniably also very very very funny in how it’s framed. you know what? after all this bullshit baby grogu can have a little dark side tantrum, as a treat, we’ve all been there right

(forget finding a jedi, we need to go out there and find a child psychologist who can help him deal with this without adding the fear that he’s on the path to become a two foot tall evil space sorcerer to the mix Y_________Y) 

- rip the razor crest except for the second time :’’’( gone but never forgotten

- the last thing din tells the baby is “I’m gonna protect you; I’ll be back soon”. and I hope that stays with the kid somehow and that it actually comes true, that din will be back for him as soon as humanly possible and all this pain and fear can be repaired. ggggghhhhh my emotions are too big for my dumb human body 

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so I saw ftr brat pack in San Francisco (11/6) and it was The Best Night Of My Life. gonna talk about my thoughts here for the three-ish people who’ll want to read them; enjoy!!

• I saw Bryan Munar as the Geek (keys), May Ramos as the Princess (bass), Zahan Mehta as the Rebel (guitar-it was his last performance), Danielle Mendoza as the Basketcase (drums), Roeen Nooran as the Jock (percussion), Scott Taylor-Cole as Mr., Matt Grandy on keys, and Jesse Levit on sax

• first of all, even the space is super immersive; the show was delayed for almost a half hour but it didn’t even feel like you were waiting (I had “detention hall seating” meaning we got little notebooks to write in; my mom and I were on the outside of a higher level close-ish to the stage; there was an aisle to my left and one behind me on the level with some stairs). it was incredible bc it’s a show I practically know by heart, but there were enough changes and enough exciting new things in the venue to keep some surprises; it was really the perfect way to see it live

• they had cute little snack boxes available and a bunch of themed cocktails, it was Commitment

• the only bummer was that a large portion of the audience was very drunk and very loud to the point of scene-stealing and disregarding the story being told, but it was still an incredible experience overall-I’ll try to go chronologically through the show

• this version opens with Matt and Jesse coming down the aisles to the bueller theme and doing the whole “oh yeah” bit before taking their places

• the opening was just euphoric; I couldn’t believe I was actually There

• everyone was SO into it

• Bryan: “Dear Mr. Vernon-“ audience: “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

• they encouraged singalongs during the group numbers (which I gladly did) but people sang along during everything, for better or for worse

• everyone’s introductions were so damn endearing, I am DESPERATELY in love with this cast

• May is such a vocal powerhouse, I was absolutely stunned-it felt like such an honor to just be there and hear that in person

• changes was just. agh. AGH. so good

• Roeen’s Jock is so incredibly charming in such a genuine way-like, he’s not just playing the stereotype, he’s a Person™️ and it’s beautiful

• Scott was singing to me a bit during the first verse of young american while everyone was following him around; he also looked directly at me while singing “she wants the young american” as if I was the “she” and it was iconic

• the “job requirement” line now says “teenagers” instead of “young girls”

• “shower with them” is directed toward both the Princess and the Jock

• Zahan’s facial expressions during the beginning of true were freakin hilarious

• this is the SOOOOOOOOOUND of my soul

• the vocals in that song were just ~effortless~

• the “they say it’s your birthday” scene happened RIGHT NEXT TO MEEEEEEE

• the “I like your shirt” was played as if it was reparations for her embarrassment of the previous line and it was so funny

• the whole “I love this woman” section was just priceless. fantastic. 11/10

• okay so. we know Bryan can riff. we know this. but DAAAAAAAAAAAMN HE CAN *R I F F* he was absolutely LIVING up there and we were all just in disbelief that we were actually WITNESSING it

• he came up singing in the aisle behind me while the Princess and Jock were having their scene during tenderness and GOD it was SO iconic

• that number is always iconic but god IT’S SO MUCH MORE ICONIC LIVE. the energy was OFF THE CHARTS. OFF THE CHARTS I TELL YOU

• the!!! Geek!!!! is!!!! canonically!!! bi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

• for reasons I didn’t realize until later in the number, it’s the Rebel instead of the Jock that takes on the partner-in-crime role during weird science, and, again, Zahan’s reactions were priceless and Bryan was just going absolutely beserk

• his portrayal of the Geek is so fun-he is really smart and genuinely does have an air of just Getting It and thereby being Done with what’s going on around him while still having those shades of overt, shameless weirdness and charming awkwardness that have made the characters so beloved over the decades

• he kept instinctively saying “a boy! making! a boy! or a girl-“

• the lighting for that number was so fun

• the Basketcase also gets a bra on her head while drumming

• BOTH the Princess and the Jock are the dolls and they come striding up the aisles and if I haven’t said iconic enough times yet…iconic

• the whole cast is much more instrumentally involved, meaning the Rebel and Basketcase aren’t dancing as much-the whole layered canon of “oh yeah”s is taken out because of this

• the extra costume change is cut out as well, probably also because of this bc it’s the layered canon that gives him time to change

• the bueller scene between Scott and Zahan was, again, freakin hilarious

• MAY GAVE ME A SAVE FERRIS POSTER they were all going around handing them out to the audience, it’s currently on the minifridge in my dorm

• the lyrics to the Basketcase’s song in this part are changed to “turning round and round, I think I’m turning upside down, I really think so” etc and thankfully the audience seemed to be as into it as ever!!!

• and oh my god Danielle pulls off the Angst™️ so well, the whole thing was VISCERAL

• “can we get a round of applause for my sister” actually did get a big round of applause!!!

• now that I’m looking back on it I think danke schoen was cut?? either it went straight into twist and shout or I was too deep in 80s bliss to remember

• speaking of twist and shout, ALSO SO ICONIC SO FUN SO SO FUN

• rebel yell was UNMATCHED

• IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR!!! SHE WANTS MORE MORE MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

• once again, it’s me, I’m she (except it was around 9:30 so not quite midnight but god that SONG)

• Zahan held straight eye contact with whoever the “virgin” was while saying “sweets, you couldn’t ignore me if you tried” and it was INDESCRIBABLE-the E N E R G Y

• everyone was just GOING FOR IT and once again T H E E N E R G Y

• whole bullet point to talk about how obsessed I am with the Rebel/Basketcase dynamic

• “I wanna get hurt!!”

• Zahan’s portrayal is just so unapologetically Teenage Boy™️ and I love it so much-he’s got a touch of himbo energy but also just seems so annoyed with everything yet so chill-it still feels like there’s no soul on earth that could outdo Shawn Smith’s phone monologues but I am so incredibly grateful I saw Zahan’s last show

• in your eyes was practically a religious experience

• there were points when Danielle was right next to me while singing and time stopped, she is such a captivating performer and managed to stay in it while half the audience was singing very loudly-gah I just admire her so much

• that song, especially her rendition, is so easy to melt into and the look on her face was indescribable

• the whole time she was singing, Zahan was onstage doing his Rebel thing and she was just. looking at him. and I cannot DESCRIBE

• everyone vibing to somebody’s baby was such a great experience, and Zahan approached it with that beautiful simplicity and vulnerability and Lovable Simp Energy that I love so much about the character

• I was so drawn in that I didn’t even notice there was someone next to me in the aisle until I heard Roeen’s voice at the end

• while they harmonized under Zahan’s riffs (smooth as some sort of metaphor for smoothness, perfection, etc), Roeen and Bryan were walking up the aisles fully in character before joining him onstage as if they were each singing about the Princess

• somebody’s baby was given an actual button; he gave one last strum and “yeah” with such a warm, hopeful smile and the audience went wild, then the Basketcase went into her line

• I wish I could have paid better attention to that exchange bc it’s one of my favorites, but I was just so taken up by emotion (bc it doesn’t at all slightly somewhat relate to my own life at the moment whatever do you mean)

• her “…and you” Killed MeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE AGH I WANNA PLAY THAT ROLE SO BAD

• in your eyes reprise. also a religious experience (except for the audience singing over the pauses etc but Still) also I think it may have been in a lower key?

• oh to have drums to angstily drum on while singing about your unrequited love

• the scene between Zahan and Scott was infuriating simply because the audience kept laughing. like. I couldn’t focus on how good they probably were bc I was just appalled at how people could lack empathy enough to laugh while a teen character is severely bullied by an authority figure. the snippets I managed to remember were phenomenally acted

• the audience laughed straight through the detention scene. all of it. which is objectively the best of the show and one of my favorites of all time, one of the best-written-best-acted etc-and I tried really hard not to let it ruin everything, and the cast managed to stay in it, I admire them so much for it-they really are incredible

• the parts I remember from that scene were just as beautifully vulnerable and heartbreaking as anything

• and, because of the weirdness, the catharsis that’s supposed to be felt going into we are not alone wasn’t there as much, which was a bummer, but it was still just fantastic

• the breakfast club dancing was just 🥰

• although it was just the Geek, Princess, and Jock; the other two were on their instruments and putting their all into The Energy™️

• that song was also in a lower key

• PROM!!!!!!!!!!

• again, it was kinda hard to focus on how freaking *good* of a Duckie Bryan was bc of everyone’s drunken overreactions, but *god* his take is right up there with MTG’s for me-I wish I could study it further, there was so much in the way he said those lines

• ribbons were brought from the back up the aisles and the whole space was decorated!!

• if you leave is one of my favorite songs of all time and I really wish I could have appreciated that part more fully, but, again, by now the drunk people were Really drunk and-during one of my favorite scenes, the one between the Princess and Basketcase-there was this woman making really dramatic gestures (and a ton of those people, including her, weren’t masked) with the light fully on her and. I really don’t want to sound like a pretentious theatergoer who thinks stories are more important than people, but it was honestly kinda infuriating (and bc the song keeps going in and out between dialogue the people that were Really Loudly And Off-Key Singing Along kept trailing off over the dialogue and Agh) (for me it’s not even fully about the lowkey elitist “theatre etiquette” stuff, I just really love the stories and how they were being told, was genuinely pulled into it, and disappointed that not everyone else was-those performances did what needed to be done and it’s weird they didn’t get the respect they deserved-yeah idk how to even word this at this point)

• AAAAAANYWAY everyone looked So good in the prom costumes!!

• the “I believed in you, I just didn’t believe in myself” scene ALSO happened right next to me and I think I’ll remember that image forever-the light reflected in Roeen’s eyes so beautifully and you could see every emotion, every thought, it was unbelievable

• “DUCKIEEEEEEEEEEEE” -the whole audience during their last hug (which. I mean. I can relate. but)

• and of course everyone Lost It when it transitioned back into sixteen candles and they kissed over the cake

• there wasn’t the small ensemble of other productions so the Geek had no one else to dance with-I didn’t see where he ended up but

• ZAHAN COMING FROM THE BACK WITH THE BOOMBOX. I DIED. THE AUDIENCE DIED. WE ALL DIED

• I kept looking between him and Danielle because both of their faces-I-I CANNOT

• she’s standing center stage and he’s standing just in front of it, she’s looking down at him during that whole exchange and when he takes hold of her whole face to kiss her she has to take a minute to process before wrapping her arms around his neck and DAMNIT I WANNA BE LOVED

• I didn’t expect to be so obsessed with that relationship upon first finding the show but. I. Love. Them. So. Much.

• hmgggggffffffff I’m yearning again. anyway back to the show

• THE TRANSITION INTO MELT WITH YOU!! THE SEROTONIN!!!!!

• I really need to learn how to properly play the drums huh

• and of course the transition into the graduation bit was iconic

• the Basketcase’s speech at that point is one of my favorite monologues ever and I tried to soak it in even with the drunken noise among it (a lot of people were just talking about totally unrelated things it was Annoying but ANYWAY GO GIRL MAKE YOUR PB+J SANDWICH)

• and the end of melt with you was something in which everyone was encouraged to sing along; it was a moment I’d dreamed of being part of since I first saw it, pink and blue lights flaring, music pounding, voices ringing, and all-it was heaven.

• and then the transition from there into don’t you forget about me-I had rarely felt more free in my life

• SINCERELY YOURS!!! THE BREAKFAST CLUB!!!!!!!!!

• (my mom did get a video of there to the end so message me if you want to see it!!)

• and for those last couple of choruses before the curtain call, they were just hammering away on their instruments and belting with their entire souls as Scott walked up an aisle belting his heart out, and then THE CURTAIN CALL

• these people are. so lovely. so cool. the best.

• and don’t even get me started on the very end

• LA LA LA LA!!! LA LA LA LA!!!! LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!!!!!!!!!!

• you could just tell how much fun they were all genuinely having with each other and GAHHHH

• and I was part of it. I was actually there. I was actually PART OF IT. SINGING ALONG. LIKE I’D ALWAYS DREAMED OF. PRACTICALLY IN COSTUME. ETCETERA. THE DREAM.

• and of course the last “don’t you…forget aboooooout! MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” is what I currently count as the best moment of my life (until, of course, I’m the one on the stage singing it :))

• and the stagedoor. the S T A G E D O O R

• “stagedoor” more like “stand in the lobby and chill out”

• my mom and I stayed a bit longer than the drunk neon-clad middle-aged adults and got to have Actual Conversations and it’s possibly the best thing that ever happened to me

• I gotta start with Zahan and say-I could not believe how kind he was. we talked for a genuinely substantial amount of time and he actually seemed really interested in what I was saying?? asking questions and such?? it sounds so weird the way I’m describing it but my brain was just going !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the entire time (also apparently he was using an american accent for the show and his natural accent is so stunningly gorgeous) he waved to me as I left, emphasizing how nice it was to meet me and saying he looks forward to seeing me onstage, and I’ll never forget the sight

• Bryan is the one who got my mom and I a discount, thereby making it possible that we got there in the first place, and the first thing he did when I told him was hugging me-he’s really just the coolest person on this planet and such a sweetheart, he leaned his head on my shoulder while we were all taking pictures

• my mom and I talked with Danielle for quite a while too; I had just sung that arrangement of in your eyes for an audition so we talked about that, and when I said it was for my college’s production of Carrie she said she’d never seen it and we talked about that-she is SO SO SO COOL oh my GOD can’t believe this happened

• Roeen’s smile could light up a thousand suns. thank you for coming to my ted talk

• we all took a bunch of pictures and those were Also right up there as the best moments of my life. they really did treat me like a peer, a friend, and it felt so familial and so right and everything I’ve ever wanted to be accepted and touched and talking with these incredibly genuine, beautiful, talented, stunningly radiant humans and it was real and it happened and AH

• as we were heading back to our room we saw Scott and got to talk with him for like half a second; he said he’s glad I had a great time and he loves when people are in the seat I got

• May didn’t talk to anyone outside but they did comment on my insta post and said the sweetest things!! my @ is wonderstruck4, you can go see what they all said, those comments truly made my life

• “Until we meet again” stopped my heart upon reading it and it’s what I’ll be holding onto whenever things seem hopeless. it’s confirmed now, I really can and do fit in with these wonderful people, I can be accepted and appreciated and remembered, there is so much hope and it’s so incredibly genuine now. I am so unbelievably, unfathomably grateful for the night of November 6th, 2021. may that night be like many others in life to come. ♥️🎶

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In The Darkness Chapter 68 - To Put A Stopper In Death

Noragami x Harry Potter AU

Words: 3,688

Summary: Yato is put under a spell, but that becomes the least of their worries.

Also available on Yatorihell AO3

“Yukine. Yukine! There’s an idiot screaming your name at the front door.”

The hard push against his side through his duvet had Yukine snort wake, confused and grumbling as his roommate walked back to their bed and buried themselves under the covers.

Yukine stared into the darkness and debated going back to sleep, but he could faintly hear his name being shouted through the echoing caverns of Hufflepuff’s underground dormitories. The clock on the bedside table told him it was one in the morning. He cursed.

“Yukineeeeeeeeee! Why doesn’t she love meeeeeee?!”

Yukine cursed a thousand times on his way out of his room, through the halls, and into the common room. The fireplace had dwindled down to a smouldering heap of logs that left the room chilly and the flagstones shockingly cold on his bare feet. Yukine wrenched the front door open.

Yato stood half supported by the few barrels that attempted to conceal the Hufflepuff entrance. He wore half-buttoned up blue pajamas and a dopey, chocolate-smeared smile.

“Yukine! My best friend. Puffkine.”

“Are you having a breakdown?”

Yato blew air through his lips. “No, I’m having a wonderful night, but my… BUNK mates are standing in the way of true love.”

Yukine heaved a sigh and pulled the door fully open. Yato was under some sort of spell, and it was no good leaving him in the hallway to scream about it until all hours of the night until a teacher would find him.

“Yato, you need to be quiet,” Yukine said in a low voice, hoping that Yato would match his tone. “People are sleeping, and it’s a school night.”

Yato blew another raspberry but complied as Yukine heaved him up and dragged him into the common room. He dropped Yato on one of the faded yellow armchairs and looked down at him. Yato smiled back.

Yukine sighed. “Just… stay there for a minute.”

Yato nodded.

When Yukine returned from his room two minutes later, now wearing a jumper and slippers and carrying a blanket, Yato was sat on the floor gazing up out of the slitted window at the moon.

Yukine threw the blanket over Yato’s head, startling him into breaking his gaze away and back to Yukine as he set about making a new fire with his wand.

Yato pulled the woolen blanket around himself so only his head poked out. “Yukine, I love her.”

Yukine rolled his eyes. He must mean Hiyori; the penny finally dropped.

“I’m in love with her!” Yato insisted when Yukine didn’t reply.

“I know, Yato.”

“I CAN’T BREATHE WITHOUT HER YUKINE!”

“YES, YATO I KNOW!”

The fire began to crackle and lick at the logs Yukine placed in the hearth, and for a moment there was silence. Blissful silence.

“Do you think she knows I exist?”

Yukine threw his head back with an irritated exhale. “Yato, you’ve been friends for six years.”

“But am I just a FRIEND?!” Yato threw himself forward at this question, eyes wide with worry at the prospect of Hiyori not seeing him as anything more than an acquaintance. He seemed to forget that they had been a couple for the Yule Ball and, most recently, the Christmas party. Heck, she’d even had him by the tie not too long ago.

“It’s a miracle if you’re still friends after this,” Yukine muttered under his breath. Half of him wished Hiyori could see Yato in this annoyingly hilarious predicament, the other half wished he would shut up and sleep it off already.

Yukine flopped into an armchair by Yato’s place on the floor. Judging by the remaining chocolate around his mouth and his ramblings, Yukine could only guess Yato was under some sort of love spell – powerful, too. He needed to get help, but Yato seemed to have sunken into a depression, moonlight bathing his forlorn expression as he stared out of the sunflower-capped window.

Yukine grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled with a sense of desperation:

Yato’s under a love potion. Meet at Grand Staircase. Save me.

The paper folded into a butterfly in his lap and, unbeknownst to Yato, fluttered out of the window. With any luck, Hiyori’s window would be open and she could come to help him.

Yukine waited five minutes, ten minutes, before deciding that he couldn’t stand to wait any longer listening to Yato’s mooning. He pushed himself up from his chair, playing up to Yato’s daydream.

“Come on, we’ll go see Hiyori.”

Yato practically sprung across the room at this, the blanket falling to the ground and his expression elated. He was practically buzzing with excitement as he wiped the chocolate from his mouth and tried to fix his hair as Yukine pushed him out of the common room.

Yato grabbed a clutch of sunflowers from a vase next to the door and buried his face in them, eyes starry and cheeks tinged pink. “Do you think she’ll like them?”

“Yeah, yeah, they’re great,” Yukine said, barely pausing to bundle him out of the door and upstairs.

They had the small grace of not being spotted by patrolling teachers, which could’ve made the situation worse as Yukine tried to keep the loved-up Slytherin from wandering up to Gryffindor Tower to his beloved.

Yukine pretended not to hear Yato whispering ‘she loves me, she loves me not’ repeatedly as he plucked the fragile petals from the sunflower heads until he held a stem-based bouquet in his fists.

It was at this moment Hiyori appeared around the corner and waved at the pair, still in pajamas and trotting over quickly before stopping in front of them.

“Thanks for coming,” Yukine said.

“No problem,” Hiyori replied, giving Yato a worried look as he shied away from her. She dropped her voice to a whisper. “Is he ok?”

Before he could speak, Yukine felt a tugging on the hem of his nightshirt.

“Introduce me!” Yato hissed in his ear.

Hiyori tilted her head to the side slightly, expression befuddled as she tried to make out what Yato was saying.

Yukine let out a bitter sigh and gave Hiyori a long-suffering look.

“Hiyori, this is Yato.” The words left Yukine’s mouth painstakingly and he swept his hand between the pair. “Yato, Hiyori.”

Before Hiyori could ask if Yato had amnesia, Yato thrust the sunflower stems out under Hiyori’s nose, chest puffed out and cheeks burning red.

“F-For you.”

Uncertainly, Hiyori took the bouquet in both hands. “Uh, thanks…”

“Come on, we’re going to Madame Kofuku,” Yukine put his hand on Yato’s elbow to guide him away, but he twisted around like a fussy child, eyes on Hiyori until she awkwardly stepped beside him.

“Shouldn’t we go to the infirmary?” Hiyori asked. She politely tucked the flower stems into her pocket and placed a hand on Yato’s elbow, and she could’ve sworn Yato swooned.

Yukine shook his head. “This is strong, and I don’t know how this happened to him. Better to go to Madame Kofuku.”

Yato could barely keep his eyes off Hiyori, resulting in Yukine steering him in the direction of Madame Kofuku’s office, which proved difficult as they reached the spiral steps and Yato wanted to hold Hiyori’s hand. Hiyori complied with a blush that deepened as Yato smiled at her like she was life itself. She had to remind herself that this wasn’t Yato.

Yukine gave three harsh raps on the door, and after a moment of muffled shuffling, the door cracked open. Madame Kofuku frowned and pulled the door open, revealing that she was, too, in her pajamas with a black kimono pulled around herself despite the roaring fire heating the space.

“Hiyori, Yukine… Yato?” Madame Kofuku asked. Her gaze narrowed on Yato who had taken to staring at Hiyori and not paying attention to anything else. “What is this?”

“Yato was given a love potion,” Yukine said, and that was enough for Madame Kofuku’s eyes to widen.

She pulled the door open fully and stepped aside, ushering the three in. It took Hiyori a moment to separate her hand from Yato’s, but when she did, Madame Kofuku guided Yato to sit on the sofa in the centre of the office.

“Who gave it to him?” Madame Kofuku asked, looking in Yato’s star-struck face for any signs of consciousness.

Yukine shrugged. “I don’t know, he showed up like this.”

Madame Kofuku sighed and turned, mumbling something about how love potions were not something to be played with. She crossed the room to a chest that lay on the counter against the wall, and the tinkling of vials filled the room as she set about making an antidote.

Yukine had to keep pushing Yato down by the shoulder every time he moved to rise, making eyes at Hiyori as he tried to get closer to her. Hiyori decided to move closer to abate Yato’s need to fidget, and it seemed to work. She discreetly pulled the flower stems out of her pocket and set them behind a cushion on the sofa.

“Here we go,” Madame Kofuku said.

She turned, kimono fluttering around her as she crossed the room and held out a cup of dark liquid to Yato. He took it and looked at Hiyori, as if asking for permission, and she nodded with an unsure smile.

It was all he needed to down the mixture in one, sighing and hiccupping as the glass left his lips.

The three of them watched expectantly as Yato’s face slowly lost its dopey, lovestruck look and he came back to his senses. His eyes flicked between Madame Kofuku, Yukine and then Hiyori, mouth falling open slightly.

“What happened to me?” Yato asked.

“Love potion,” Madame Kofuku picked up the empty glass and crossing the room. “Powerful one, too. You need to drink something else to flush it out of your system.”

Yato looked just as lost with the explanation. He stumbled to the fireplace and turned in a slow circle, trying to remember how he had got from his bed to the office without any recollection of it.

Hiyori did her best to avoid eye contact with him. Yukine, on the other hand, was just relieved to not have to hear Yato wax on about his undying love for Hiyori, which he seemed to have completely forgotten.

Madame Kofuku’s head had ducked into a tall cabinet in the back corner of the room, bottle-laden shelves peeking out at them – her private alcohol stock, it seemed – as she murmured names of drinks they barely knew. Her hand fell on a black bottle, and she hummed to herself thoughtfully.

“I shouldn’t have this really, but given the circumstances…”

Her fingers wrapped around the bottleneck as she twisted the cork out with a satisfying pop. She poured a tipple into four small glasses, and the sweet yet nauseating smell of alcohol greeted them as she passed the glasses out.

“To love,” Madame Kofuku said humorously, raising her glass in a toast.

Hiyori and Yukine raised theirs in unison, but the dull thump and shattering of glass had them jump and spin.

Yato lay on the ground, white froth seeping out from his mouth. His eyes had rolled skyward as his body lost control, twitching and spasming. Beside him shards of glass glittering in the firelight.

Three glasses hit the floor and shattered in unison, mixed calls rising of his name falling from panicked lips as Hiyori and Madame Kofuku fell to the floor on either side of Yato. Yukine froze in horror as he watched the scene unfold.

Hiyori felt panic rising in her chest as she watched his expression; eyes half-lidded and rolling as Madame Kofuku tried to clear his airways, bile seeping out of the corner of his mouth and choking on whatever poison he had ingested.

Madame Kofuku whipped her head around to Yukine and screamed one word.

“BEZOAR!”

Yukine snapped, and his reaction was instantaneous. He hurled the table and there was a crash as he upended the chest onto the counter, sending a cascade of vials spinning and rolling and shattering to the ground. Ingredients littered the counter: pouches and dried leaves and crushed powders. All wrong. All useless.

Finally, his hands scrabbled against a small yellow stone amongst the herbs. Yukine stumbled and collapsed next to Hiyori, tears running down her face and his name broken on her lips. Yato’s movements had reduced to sporadic twitching as Yukine’s fingers forced Yato’s mouth open to place the bezoar in his mouth. Madame Kofuku rubbed his throat, urging Yato to swallow to stone.

Yato’s body stilled, eyes open and staring back into the fireplace. The silence deafened them, the cracks and pops of the fire an intrusion on this moment of life and death. Hiyori’s fingers begged for his heart to match her own erratic beat.

For him to come back and live.

And her wish came true.

Yato took in a ragged breath, his joints seizing as oxygen rushed to his head. He spluttered and coughed, sending specks of bile over himself and the others, but it was welcomed with rushed sighs and a choked sob.

His eyes remained unfocused as they came back into view, blue and alive and staring at Hiyori before darkness rushed in and swept him away.

~

Hiyori, Yukine, Madame Kofuku, and Professor Tenjin surrounded Yato’s bed in the infirmary. 

Yato lay unconscious, neatly tucked into his sheets and propped up on soft pillows as they quietly talked between themselves. It had only been a few hours since Yato had emerged at Hufflepuff dormitories under a love potion and even less time from when he had been poisoned in Madame Kofuku’s office.

“We had Professor Takemikazuchi search Yato’s room and the Slytherin dormitories,” Madame Kofuku was saying as Hiyori pried her attention away from Yato. Her hand had found its way to his side when she sat down at his bedside.

“He found a box of chocolates laced with Amortentia…” Madame Kofuku’s demeanor wavered as she paused, all eyes on her. “From Hiyori.”

All eyes turned to Hiyori. Her mouth dropped open and her fist tightened on the sheet by Yato’s hand. “I didn’t give them to him!”

Professor Tenjin stood at the foot of the bed with Madame Kofuku. He made a low noise in his throat, eyes closed in a concentrated frown as Yukine agreed from opposite her. It went without saying that they believed her, despite what evidence they may have found.

“Amortentia makes the drinker fall in love with whoever gives it to them,” Madame Kofuku continued. “It is possible Hiyori was Yato’s… fixation… because he thought they were from her.”

“And the wine?” Professor Tenjin asked.

Their attention piqued with a deathly silence. The wine was within Madame Kofuku’s own stocks; how could it poison someone? Madame Kofuku shifted on her feet and tucked a straggled lock of hair behind her ear before folding her arms.

“It was a gift left in my office at the end of the last term. However…” Madame Kofuku’s tone turned regretful, “I intended to give it to you as it was your favourite drink, but I forgot.”

Professor Tenjin’s frown deepened as he opened his eyes and looked at Yato. Even if the wine was intended for Madame Kofuku, there was a foreboding sense that there was a deeper plot at work; an anonymous gift, one that nearly ended up in the headmaster’s own goblet.

Yato stirred, his head lolling to the side in a pained noise that pinched his brows. Hiyori shuffled to the edge of her seat and leaned closer, fingers twitching against his.

“I think it’s best we let him rest. You two as well,” Professor Tenjin said with a nod. “You are excused from classes tomorrow.”

Yukine and Hiyori murmured thanks as they left, and without noticing, Hiyori’s hand had slipped into Yato’s as he whined again.

Yukine gave her a tired, lopsided smile when she glanced across at him, the sound of the teacher’s footsteps receding from the room.

"Oh, shut up," Hiyori said softly, but she didn’t bother hiding the smile on her face as she looked back at Yato, who was completely oblivious to the world. Just as she had been when she was injured only a few months ago.

Tonight, it would be her turn to watch over him.

~

Yukine had left after a few hours, finding it too uncomfortable to try and sleep in the wooden chair. Hiyori had ushered him away and back to his own dormitories, saying that she would be able to look after Yato herself.

Hiyori found herself slumped on the bed with her hand entwined in Yato’s until the late hours when the sunlight finally broke through the clouds and shone dappled light onto the screening curtain that divided them from the rest of the world.

The rustling of Yato's bedsheets and his small whine woke Hiyori instantly.

Yato’s midnight hair fanned out on the bedsheet, partially swept over his closed eyes. Hiyori shushed him, her fingers moving up to brush his fringe from his forehead. Yato’s brow scrunched slightly, a huff of air escaping his lips. The steady rise and fall of his chest with each deep breath told her that he was unaware of her over attentiveness.

His dark eyelashes flickered slightly as he dreamt, a small frown creasing into his forehead as his lips moved silently, uttering words that she couldn’t quite catch.

Hiyori stood and felt her knees protest the movement from their locked position as she leaned closer, a hand resting on the bed beside him as she strained to make out his words. His quiet breathing warmed her skin as he spoke.

“Hiyori...” Yato whispered, barely audible if not for the silence of the empty infirmary. His head twisted on the pillow, messing up his dark hair and parting it from his boyish face.

Hiyori hardly noticed as he turned to face her directly, still unconscious and oblivious to his face being only centimeters from her own.

“What are you doing?”

Hiyori jumped back, furiously blushing as Yukine stared at her from the parted curtain – amused at the intimate scene – holding two cups in his hands.

“H-he said he wants water!” Hiyori exclaimed too quickly, brushing past him as she strode out of the room, feigning normalcy. “I’ll be back in a minute!”

“But I brought water!” Yukine called after her, voice fading as she rushed away. He turned and looked at Yato who rolled over in his sleep, dead to the world.

“I bet he did something stupid,” Yukine muttered, crossing the space to set down the cups on the cabinet beside the bed.

As if on cue, Yato’s eyes opened and he groaned. Yukine spared him a quick glance before slumping into a chair beside him.

“Good, you’re awake,” Yukine said. He kicked his feet up onto the edge of the bed as Yato rubbed his eyes and squinted at him.

“Have you been watching me this whole time?” Yato asked.

Yukine snorted. Hiyori was the one who seemed to have been staring, but he wouldn’t divulge that information. “No, I went back to bed. Hiyori stayed.”

Yato pushed himself up and his eyes flickered to the empty chair on his right as if searching for her presence.

“You were saying all sorts of embarrassing things in your sleep,” Yukine continued. “Half of it didn’t make sense, but at least Hiyori was sleeping.”

Yato hazily remembered something about a love potion and could only assume the worst of what he might have said, but he didn’t ask. Soft footsteps entered the infirmary, interrupting his thoughts, and a moment later Hiyori was at the curtain. Yukine noticed that Hiyori was lacking the water she said she’d gone to get.

Yato gave Hiyori a small wave. “Morning.”

Hiyori flustered for a moment, not expecting him to be awake yet, before sinking back in her chair beside him.

“How are you feeling?” Hiyori asked. She smoothed her hands over her pajamas, thankful that she’d used the bathroom to regain her composure and fix her mussed-up hair.

Yato, on the other hand, looked surprisingly good with his flattened hair. She tore her eyes away as she felt herself lingering on it, trying to ignore the ghost feeling of it against her fingertips.

“Good sleep, I guess, but a terrible way to get it,” Yato said with a wry smile.

Hiyori would’ve bit back a smile if she found it funny, but the fact was that Yato nearly died last night. Only Madame Kofuku’s and Yukine’s quick thinking had brought him back.

“Madame Kofuku doesn’t know who the wine came from,” Yukine explained. Yato had yet to catch up on the night’s events. “But it was meant to end up in Professor Tenjin’s goblet.”

Yato’s face darkened. This was the second time something was meant to end up in Professor Tenjin’s hands; first the cursed necklace, now the poisoned wine. Whoever wanted the headmaster dead was clearly not giving up anytime soon, and Nora was willing to help.

“Sounds like Nora is up to her old tricks.”

“Seems that way,” Yukine agreed ruefully.

A beat of silence passed between them. From the distance they could hear a bell ring out – second period, probably – and the growing clamour of students passing between the moving staircases.

Yato’s attention turned to Hiyori, and she froze under his searching gaze. She could’ve sworn a hint of an embarrassed smile played at the corner of his lips.

“And you, giving me a box of chocolates?” Yato’s tone was teasing, though she wasn’t sure what there was to tease about. Love potions were dangerous and only brewed infatuation; something they had seen clearly the previous night.

And more importantly, it was not something she would do.

“No, I didn’t,” Hiyori said. The humour died in Yato’s eyes, and Hiyori’s gaze slipped away from him. “I didn’t give you those chocolates.”

Yato looked at Yukine, whose confused expression matched his own. The box had been addressed from Hiyori, he had been infatuated with Hiyori, but it wasn’t her who gave them.

Then who did?

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 91 - Campfire Stories, Part 1

As promised, I wanted to do a camping trip and scary stories, since I can’t actually go camping for my birthday this year. And I got A LOT of stories from all of you!  Thank you so much!

Because of all the stories I’ve received, I am going to be doing multiple chapters for the camping trip.  Please enjoy!

“Since when does this lab have trees?” I asked, startled by the amount of towering vegetation as we looked for a safe spot to set up a light emitter in lieu of a campfire. Those trees were definitely not present two weeks ago.

Charly giggled. “Since after the situation with Else.  There was a lot of erosion - and I mean a lot - because of the loss of iron and some issues with the structural integrity, so… Two months? Maybe three?”

Maybe I need to pay more attention to how often I come down here, I admitted to myself. What I remembered as two weeks was, apparently, not two weeks. “I need to add coming down here to my schedule.”

Beside me, Tyche grumbled. “Good luck convincing Alistair of that. Or Xiomara.”

I nearly jumped out of my skin when a deep voice behind us intoned “Most of her security detail is actually assigned to this lab during their work allotment, so Councillor Kalloe would be easier to convince than you think.” Turning, I saw Coffee flash a grin and wink - clearly having seen me startle when he spoke.

“We may have a good spot up here!”

Picking up the pace, I made my way toward Conor’s voice.  The clearing he found was smaller than I expected. “Are we going to have room for all the tents?”

“All three?” Maverick asked with a grunt as he set his pack down. “Ours, Charly and Coffee’s, then Grey and your sister are sharing one. And there’s plenty of space under the trees.” He pointed just outside the clearing.  True enough, the trees weren’t very dense and there was plenty of room for one tent here and there.

“What about Simon and Arthur? They’re just sleeping in the open?”

“It’s not like there are any insects.” I spun to see the previously mentioned educators bringing up the rear. Simon further clarified “Besides, there’s no rain scheduled tonight. I always wanted to sleep in the open air.”

“Lucky fucker,” Arthur grumbled, dropping his pack at his feet. “I think the rest of us have done it entirely too many times.”

Simon had the decency to look sheepish at his faux pas. “Sorry.  I… Keep forgetting, somehow.”

Slapping him on the shoulder, Arthur’s voice lightened up a little. “Dude, I’m fucking with you. You managed to miss the worst of it, and relativity is a bitch.  Besides, I’ll take sleeping rough over being confined to an airlock for six months every single time.”

“I guess that’s fair.”

“Less talkie-talkie, more settie-uppie,” Tyche flapped her hands in a shooing motion.

Throwing my hands up in concession, I started going through our packs.  Quickly, we had the tents set up and seats arranged around the light emitter. Since we weren’t permitted to set a fire, camping food was kind of out.  Instead, Simon was rummaging through the heated pack we brought, handing out containers of roast chicken and potatoes. Happy noises quickly filled the air and I tried to hide my smile. No matter how many times my ‘family’ ate my food, I never stopped feeling good when they enjoyed it.

“You know,” Charly broke the quiet, chewing thoughtfully on a bite of chicken. “We really can’t have a camping trip without telling ghost stories around the fire. Well, sorta-fire.”

“Seriously?” Maverick asked, clearly skeptical. Simon looked equally concerned.

Everyone nodded, and Grey spoke up. “Even I am aware of this tradition, Misters Okima and Rodriguez.”

“No titles!” Simon insisted, shaking his head. “We’re off duty.”

“Okay, scary stories,” Conor interjected. “Who goes first?”

“Ooo! Ooo! Meeeeeee!” Charly waved her hand over her head. After some chuckles at her antics, we all waved for her to continue. Even that brief delay left her looking ready to explode. “There is a monster that seeks to trap the unwary. There are not the sort of creature that hides in shadows or anything so crass as that, they hide in the bright of day. In the bleaching sunlight of high noon when most squint to be able to see. They stay always just on the edge of your vision. A mirage, a heat wave, a trick of the sun. You are always certain that it was nothing. But just in case, you should check it out. You think it came from the tall grass, golden with the sun. Following your hunch and best guess you delve in. Not soon enough you realize the grass is not staying trampled like it should. You turn to go home. Of course now there is no path.  The sun is cruel and merciless. The golden grain is above your head. You are truly lost. There is a far off laughter. Your bones feel uncomfortable. The laughing merciless glee gets closer and you run. You are hot and dizzy and tired. There is a hiss in your ear “ittttt won'ttt be looong noooow.” You feel it eat your panic, savor your fear like a delicacy. You never did get out of that golden field. The marble white of your bones goes so well with the gold afterall. 

Moral of the story? Wear a sun hat and carry a water bottle.”

Silence filled the clearing before Simon broke it. “Annnd you just made fields scary. Thanks for that. What’s the point in telling these stories?”

“It’s all for fun,” Arthur assured him nonchalantly. “Besides, I have one that actually happened.”

“There’s no way you’re telling me ghosts are real,” Simon argued, shaking his head.  He was met only with blank stares and deadpan expressions. “You’re joking,” he cried in disbelief. “Grey, even you? You’re one of the most logical people I’ve ever met!”

“Lacking definitive proof one way or the other, I must accept the possibility of their existence.”

“We can discuss Simon’s disbelief later,” Tyche interrupted. “I love real ghost stories.”

“Always nice to be appreciated,” Arthur nodded. “So. As a teenager, I volunteered at a Boy’s and Girl’s Club. One summer, they had an event that I was staffing. I was gathering up the kids for movie night, and I thought I heard this one little girl giggle in the computer lab. So I look and I see a little Asian girl dive under the desk. I go over and look down there and there’s no one there.

So I ask the coordinator about it later, and she just goes ‘Oh, you met Samantha. That’s cool’.

And I say ‘Wait, what?’

And she says ‘Well…you know this building used to be part of a Japanese internment camp, right? A little girl named Samantha died in the camp and she just kinda pops up every once in a while. Plays hide and seek with the kids. The fact that a bunch of them who met her and all told us her name is how we know it - we looked it up and found out about the girl who died after that.’

I never saw Samantha again, though apparently she’s a pretty benevolent little specter who just plays with the other kids every now and again. It makes me sad to think of her in the After - either alone, unsure where everyone went, or surrounded by new ghosts - other little kids, who never realize they’re dead.”

I wasn’t the only one left sniffling at his last remark.  The idea of a little ghost girl - either alone or now accompanied by immortal playmates who died when the world ended - broke my heart.

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Material Girl (13th Doctor X Reader)

Summary: The reader loves collecting all sorts of beautiful trinkets from their time travelling adventures. The Doctor starts to contribute. REQUESTED BY MEEEEEEE

A/N: the vibes are kinda all over the place w this one i think but here it is!

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: Explosions, but nothing super severe

You didn’t just love shiny things; anything beautiful caught your eye and kept it for a long while. Part of you knew that you shouldn’t dedicate so much sentiment to material objects, but you couldn’t help yourself. The Doctor noticed your habit for keeping souvenirs when she’d barged into your room at 3 in the morning, yelling about a Silurian attack happening a few towns away. (She’d landed in the wrong month, but you were happy to see her nonetheless, as she was 2 weeks late picking you up for an adventure)

“Oh, this is from Atros!” She said with a smile, picking up a large necklace you’d purchased from the merchant-filled planet. It was glittering with dozens of unknown gems, all wrapped in a red metal native to the planet. It was one of many, many, many jewelry items you had, and it was only a small piece compared to the rest of the souvenirs you’d taken. 

“I know you said not to keep a bunch of stuff, because of the timelines and what not” You said. “But I’m not showing it to anybody, I promise. I just… like having it all, I suppose.” 

The Doctor put the necklace back carefully, thinking as her eyes scanned over the rest of your impressive collection. After a minute and a quick scan of her sonic screwdriver at a particularly suspicious looking item, she turned back to you. “It’s alright, then. Didn’t ever realize you kept so much. Is it just for memories sake?” 

She had taken a seat on the edge of your bed, peering down at you curiously. Propping yourself on your elbows, you responded: “That’s part of it, yeah, but I guess the aesthetics play into it as well.” 

“Aesthetics?” 

“It’s pretty,” You clarified. The Doctor grinned, like she’d thought of something brilliant. 

“Fair enough. You should get some rest. I’ll be back soon.” Despite your protests on account of her tardiness, she ran back into her magic blue box and it began to disappear, sending her away from you. Fluffing your pillow up with an annoyed huff you layed back down, eyes remaining fixated on your beautiful trinkets as you waited for them to close. 

It was another week before the Doctor arrived again. Every day you tried to incorporate a bit of alien accessories into your outfit, choosing the most human-like ones so you didn’t raise suspicions. Colors and designs didn’t matter, but some of them had a tendency to be secret weapons or glow in unnatural ways. The last thing you needed was questions being asked and the Doctor taking your prizes away. 

After work one day, you set the pair of sparkling star-shaped earrings, cut out of Etherian sunstone, onto the shelf where you kept everything else. You stared at the pair for several moments, lips stretching into a small smile at their beauty, which was only accessible to you and you alone. Was it selfish of you to keep such things to yourself? You didn’t care to consider things like that for very long. As long as you were appreciating them properly… that’s what mattered. 

The familiar whorp whorp of the TARDIS broke through the air and your lips stretched farther into a full grin. She was late, again, but you found it hard to complain when each trip yielded such wonderful experiences and treasures. You could hear her stomping around the living room, looking for you. 

“In here!” You called. Weeks ago, you would’ve scolded yourself for being so bold as to invite her into your bedroom, but you missed her so much, and you were sure she wouldn’t take notice of the implications. Sure enough, the door was thrown open eagerly. You stepped back from the mirror; You’d gotten dressed again, in pajamas. However, you still managed to add a little extra ‘something’ , a ring made out of resin encasing the ashes of a dead star. It was still beautiful, but in a sad way. It was a privilege to own it, knowing that each particle of ash had once belonged to a collective marvel. When you saw it in the shop, you couldn’t not buy it. 

The Doctor gasped when her eyes fell upon it, immediately pulling your hands into her own. “Wow!” She gasped, turning your hand over. “That looks like… hmm.. Seems like the remains of Sotonus-97!” 

“You can tell by looking?” You asked in awe, blushing as she kept your hand held tightly in her own despite finishing her examination. She nodded, then reached into her back pocket. 

“Close your eyes” You did as you were told, eyebrow raising out of curiosity. The Doctor giggled softly, something that made your heart flutter. Then, your senses focused on the weight that she was setting into your palm. 

“Alright, open them” Once again following the Doctor’s orders, you let your eyes flutter open, and they landed on one of the most beautiful bracelets you’d ever seen in your life. A loud, shocked gasp escaped you as you glanced over the polished gold, curved into a ring that the Doctor could easily slip onto your wrist. All across the surface of the bracelet was a tightly woven abstract piece of circles and lines- you recognized it as the text that littered the TARDIS monitors and ceilings. 

“Doctor… wow” You whispered, running your finger across the bracelet's surface. The Timelord kept her eyes on you, gauging your reaction to the gift. She let out a small sigh as she realized the reception was positive, the edge of her lips twitching upwards. 

“I assume you like it?” She asked. You chuckled; clearly you did, but the Doctor could always use the extra affirmation. 

“Of course, Doctor” You reassured her, setting your hand on her cheek. The two of you froze, smiles not faltering but not exactly growing either. The bracelet felt a lot heavier against your skin, pulling you down and yet doing so little to ground you back into reality. Did you really just do that? Realizing that every second you were panicking was another awkward moment of your hand caressing her, you let it fall back to your side.

“I-I got it from the Patraxus system. They let you engrave anything.” 

“What does it say?” You wondered, tracing the patterns. The Doctor leaned back, scratching the back of her head with an awkward stretch of her lips. 

“It doesn’t exactly have an english equivalent,” You nodded, accepting her answer despite something in the back of your head recognizing her lie. The Doctor wasn’t always honest about some things, particularly related to her past and people, and you knew not to push it. 

“It’s absolutely beautiful either way. Thank you, really!” 

“Don’t have to thank me. Always happy to share bits of the universe. Figured I owed you for being so late, anyway. Speaking of that- were you about to sleep? I can always leave and come back” 

Realizing she was planning on whisking you away, you glanced at your closet. You could find something else to wear. “Don’t you dare. I’ll get changed, and then I fully expect you to surprise me.” 

Not that she ever failed at that. 

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When you got changed out of your pajamas and quicikly drank a cup of coffee to keep yourself awake for whatever the Doctor had in store, you pushed open the door of the big blue box residing in your living room. The space-time machine gave a pleasant whirrr as you entered, the crystal columns growing a brighter shade of orange. In the corner of the room, Yaz and Ryan were talking with each other. Graham was nowhere in sight, and the Doctor was fidgeting at the console. 

“Hey guys, what’s up?” 

“Little tired,” Ryan said with a shrug. “Graham decided to skip out on this one, don’t think he appreciates getting his sleep interrupted that much. Hey- what’s that?” 

Noticing his gaze was focused on the Doctor’s gift, you lifted your wrist so he could examine it closer. His eyebrows raised as the gold glowed under the lights of the TARDIS. “Wicked. Where’d you get that one from?” 

“I got it from the Doc actually! Said she owed me for being so late.” Yaz scoffed and crossed her arms, taking her own turn gawking at the garment. 

“We didn’t get anything” 

“You didn’t?” 

“Maybe a quick half-assed apology, but certainly not something like this!” Ryan complained. Suddenly, your cheeks felt *very* warm. Why would the Doctor give you something and not them? Maybe it was easier to find gifts for you because of your collection habits? Or… your mind toyed with another, more romantic idea. Yaz and Ryan seemed to be following the same thread, and they smirked. 

“Well.. I’m sure it's just something she thought would look cool in my collection!” You offered quickly. They shared a look before rolling their eyes, dragging you over to the console so you could help them convince the Doctor to take the three of you to Paris (a trip you’d all been trying to organize for some time- it was hard to decide on what time period to visit) 

The gifts didn't stop at the bracelet; it seemed as though, after showing her your collection, she became quite invested in contributing to it. Even if you weren’t accompanying her on an adventure, she would find something for you to add. It wasn't like you could refuse- each and everyone was beautiful beyond description and begged to be cherished properly. 

“Do you need new shelves or anything?” The Doctor asked. Setting your hairbrush down on your dresser, you turned your head towards her. She was adding a few gemstones to your collection, frowning. There was no longer any space on any surface in your room to house more trinkets. 

“Oh. Guess I didn’t realize they were getting that crowded,” You said with a laugh. The Doctor grinned and pocketed the stones, sitting on your bed. The sight made your heart sing a little. Not the time, you reminded yourself. 

The TARDIS had taken quite the hit earlier in the day, while the five of you were getting chased by aliens. The Space-time machine was currently refueling, and Yaz and Ryan had practically thrown the Doctor at you for the night. Now the two of you were alone in your flat, staying up far too late. The Doctor didn’t sleep much, you knew that, but it felt like if you gave into your urge to sleep you’d miss out on time with her. And one-on-one encounters didn’t happen as much as you wanted them too. 

“You alright, Y/N?” The time lord asked. You nodded and she reached over to pull your blanket back, fluffing your pillow. “Think it might be time for you to sleep. Graham gave me a mouthful for interrupting his so much… Sometimes I forget how much of it you lot need.” 

“Not really tired,” You protested, but a yawn contradicted your already weak argument. The Doctor raised a brow and patted the mattress beside her. Unable to go against the Doctor’s orders you lower yourself onto the soft surface. She pulled the comforter back over you, tucking you in. 

“I’ll be in the living room if you need me. Sleep well!” As she stood, your hand caught her wrist, a million thoughts running through your head. “Y/N?” 

“Stay?” realizing how desperate you sounded, you cleared your throat and tried the request again. “Will you stay? Just for a bit? We don’t get many moments like this is all” 

The Doctor blinked, surprised, then nodded and returned to her spot. “Like this?” 

“Well, that’s fine, but you can lie down if you want too,” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it was better that way; then she couldn’t hear how much it trembled from nervousness. She slowly laid down on her side, facing you with a curious look in her eye. 

“Do you want a bedtime story?” It was too hard to fight your laugh, and the timelord rolled her eyes playfully. “I’ll have you know I’m ace at them. Dad skills. Or- mum skills? No, definitely dad skills. Not that it matters” 

“I just wanted to talk for a bit I suppose” 

“About what?” the Doctor whispered, eyes never leaving yours. 

“Anything?” 

Before the Doctor could choose from her infinite options, there was a loud bang from across your flat, followed by an orchestra of destruction. The Doctor’s reflexes were a lot quicker than yours and she shot up from the bed just as you processed that anything had occurred. There were several loud footsteps coming closer and a deafening grumbling voice. 

The aliens from earlier. The Doctor stepped into the hallway, switching into Oncoming Storm mode. You finally came to your senses and you got to your feet, looking around the room for something to grab to use as a makeshift weapon. 

“How’d you manage to escape the time loop?” The Doctor demanded to know. When you saw motion out of the corner of your eyes they dropped downward. The Doctor was motioning towards the window, the action just out of the aliens sights. 

Even without following instruction and heading towards the window, you knew any efforts would be in vain. You had no fire escape close by your window and it was too high of a drop for you to make without breaking something, which you preffered to avoid doing. 

When the Doctor didn’t hear the window open she glanced at you quickly, asking why you weren’t doing as you were told with her eyes. You shook your head and she pursed her lips in understanding. Then, her eyes went wide and she quickly dashed back into the room, slamming the door and throwing one of your dressers to the floor in front of it. 

Milliseconds after she did so, the door began to shake as the aliens pounded their fists against it, demanding entrance. The Doctor threw the window open and then her hand landed on your shoulder and pulled you downward onto the floor. Behind the door, you could hear a sinister beeping begin and the Doctor tugged on your shirt, frantically crawling underneath the bed. This time, you were able to follow orders. 

As soon as you were under the bed safely, the Doctor’s arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly to her chest. It was hard to enjoy the position when the beeping was getting louder by the second until there was a sudden wave of force pushing against you. The door gave way easily to the bomb that the aliens had placed behind it, and the splinters of wood shot across the room. Thankfully, nothing hit you, as you happened to be receiving full-body protection from an alien that was a lot less violent than the ones stepping past the destroyed door. 

The Doctor pressed you even tighter to her still as a whimper made it’s way past your lips, her fingers tangling themselves in your hair. “Don’t make a sound” 

You nodded against her embrace, shutting your eyes to make the effort easier. The aliens were stepping all around your room, throwing your belongings all over to examine them. One of the aliens reached the window, and they grunted, annoyed. By opening the window, the Doctor had let them believe that you’d already escaped. 

“Let’s leave,” One of the aliens hissed. “Clearly this place is of no use to us. The humans will pay for their disobedience.” 

Several grunts followed, and then their footsteps retreated into the distance. Just when you found yourself feeling safe enough to open your eyes, the same menacing beep started up again, coming from what seemed to be multiple sources. The Doctor smoothed your hair behind your ear, eyes wide. 

“I think we need to run, now!” Running was the status quo, but it was a lot harder to run from your own home. The two of you rolled out from underneath the bed on different sides, meeting up in the middle of the room to begin your escape. Grabbing your hand, the Doctor dragged you through your flat. All along the floor there were small black boxes, glowing red and beeping. 

“You wouldn’t happen to have a back door by any chance?” The Doctor yelled over the looping noise. You descended the stairs to the floor below. 

“One, another flight down!” The two of you raced to the back door, and you silently prayed that the bombs would be weak enough to not harm any of the other residents of the building. The Doctor kicked the door open, pulling the two of you into the outdoors. 

The move was rushed and the two of you awkwardly fell to the ground just in time to watch the force from the bombs reduce your windows to dust. Flames branched out from all of the brand new holes in your home, burning into the back of your eyes. The Doctor covered you with her body again, shielding you from falling debris. 

Twenty five minutes and a conversation with the fire chief later, you were left standing outside of your destroyed flat, waiting for the others to show up and help the Doctor and you hunt the aliens down again. A shiver ran through your body as a sharp wind moved through the air, and soon there was a sleek fabric draped over your shoulders. 

“Sorry about everything” The Doctor murmured, no longer wearing her signature coat. It was hard to think of something to say; after all, you had just lost all of your belongings and the only place outside of the TARDIS that you could call home. Understanding why you didn’t respond, the Doctor slowly eased an arm around your shoulder to comfort you. “I’d be happy to find you another flat- or a house, if you preferred. And clothes, too. The TARDIS could probably recreate half your closet using your memories alone!” 

“It’s not those things, I suppose… I talked to the fire chief. There’s only a little bit of my collection left.”  You revealed, voice thick and wavering. The Doctor sighed and hugged you tighter, reaching for your hand. You were still wearing the golden bracelet she gave you weeks ago. She smiled down at it, giving your hand a comforting squeeze. 

“We’ll just have to collect a lot more, then. Tell you what- from now on, we’re not leaving a single planet until we have at least 2 items for the collection, I promise. 3, even! How does that sound?” 

Spirits lifting with the help of her cheerful tone and eagerness to make you happier, you couldn’t help but mirror her smile. “Sure, Doc, that sounds great” 

You leaned to your side to press a kiss to her cheek. When you pulled back, the skin was pink, her eyes crinkling as her smile transformed into a grin. Voices called out your names and the two of you turned, seeing Ryan, Yaz, and Graham running towards you. 

“Come on then,” You murmured to the time lord. “Let’s get rid of these guys and then start working on that promise of yours, yeah?” 

As the Doctor pulled the two of you back into action, you didn’t bother looking back. There would be time to mourn efficiently later. For the moment, all you needed to focus on was the woman holding your hand. After all, no matter what treasures you collected or lost, the greatest one was always the Doctor

[human-trash-fire]

Shot Through The Heart: Chapter 7 (part 3)

Okay my loves, thank you all for bearing with my shitty/ non-existent publishing schedule. I know I’m trash but please don’t hate meeeeeee. The following takes place both during brunch (the next day) as well as the night before. It’s, as usual HELLA NSFW so prepare yourself for that. In addition I wanna shoutout @starseternalnighttriumphant​ and @highqueenofelfhame​ for always accepting my random messages that are riddled with smut and being so motivational. Y’all the real MVP’s. 

Alright babes, let’s do this! @sjmsstuff​ I truly hope you aren’t in public again when you read this 

Elide:

Elide sat at the table, sunglasses on, wearing her black silk robe and old Uggs. Her sex-wild hair was something reminiscent of the 70’s, flowing with a life of its own down her back. Dorian looked up to her as she sat down and smirked, the bastard. By now they all knew about the trio’s “little game” and Elide was pretty sure he had money on her; though she didn’t know what for. She smirked back as she reached for an empty coffee mug… It was much too far for her reach so she simply rolled her head to the left. To Lorcan, sitting close, eyes wide and expectant.

“Salvaterre, be a dear and,” she waved to the mug, “I need caffeine, I’m worn out.”

Lorcan’s dark eyes narrowed a fraction, but he grabbed the glass from the space between them and stood, a small, proud smile finding its way onto his face.

“Sugar… or would you prefer just cream inside?” He asked with a smirk. Dorian made a thinly veiled snort from his end of the table, and Elide looked up in time to see his eyes flick to Manon, before punching a single character onto his phone. Ahh.. So this is the bet. Elide thought.

She could be charitable.

“Oh, I’ve just remembered. My trainer has me adding this new supplement for my next role. It’s so far away…” she whined.  “Salvaterre, is there any way I could convince you to grab that instead? It’s in my bag, back in my suite?” Her smile dripped sugar. Her tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip before capturing it between her teeth. 

“Not a problem, I left my phone in there anyways. I’ll be right back.” And he scuttled away.

Dorian  >> Your new puppy is such a good boy

Elide    << You have no idea, so many new tricks already. He sits, begs, and now retrieves. 

<< You’re welcome by the way

<< You owe me a massage when I make you rich..er today

>> You keep this up and I’ll give you anything you want

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She was tired of playing, Lorcan had grown to confident as the evening progressed and it was time for Elide to let him know where he stood. “Salvaterre, follow me” she whispered into his ear, one had pressed firmly against his chest. She was so close she could feel the shiver run through his body at her words, she smiled knowingly then turned on her heel and began walking towards her own room down the hall… away from prying ears. 

As soon as the door closed behind him he spun to her, pinning her against the wall. Already half hard in his sweatpants, Elide simply laughed and turned her head. His lips meeting the side of her head. 

“Ah, Ah, Ahh,” she tisked and pushed him back off of her. The growl he loosed was practically comical. She walked slowly to the chair in the living area and sat, eyes locked with his. “Do you want to kiss me Lorcan?”

He nodded his head slowly, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Then you need to earn it.” She slowly spread her legs, reaching her right hand out in a point, then flicking the finger down. “On your knees soldier, don’t make me ask twice.”

The thump of knees on carpet echoed in the small room, instantly followed by large hands sliding from her ankles to her thighs. He looked back up to her, eyes so dark they were practically black. She quirked a brow, a signal to continue. 

The scratch of his face along her inner thigh sent chills through her spine. He kissed her, just outside her lips, wet and languid, before moving his mouth to hover just above her slit. He blew cold air, and she struggled to remain still. He sensed her movement and immediately placed a sinewy forearm across her stomach locking her to the chair. 

His tongue slid slowly up, parting her folds and dancing along the bundle of nerves at the top. The moan she released was low and breathy, He bit down there, no warning and then sucked the hurt away. Elide could feel her orgasm already brewing but didn’t feel he needed the satisfaction. Working her in varying strokes she was shaking before his long fingers ever slid into her. 

The moment he reached that spot she rolled her head back and screamed, his fingers drumming a rhythm deep within and his tongue and lips sucking pleasure from her clit. It didn’t take long for him to bring her to her first climax. She was shuddering around him, fingers threaded in her hair, his name on her lips.

When her breathing finally evened out, his strokes slowing to a stop she finally spoke.

“Do you think you’ve earned it?” 

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Back from the room, phone and powder in hand, Lorcan had reclaimed his seat and began dishing up a very Bacon-heavy meal. Elide, momentarily lost trying to read Lysandra's mind, was startled by her own plate, now piled with eggs, fruit, and bacon being set in-front of her with a clink. She smiled, and looked back to Lorcan. He held his phone with his left hand, engrossed in an article while slowly sipping his own coffee. The sun played off his tan skin beautifully, the sharp lines of his jaw standing in stark contrast. He was, exquisite. She-

Dorian >> As much as I’m LIVING for you and Dr. Dark and Sexy’s game of                      eye fuck at brunch... I AM LOSING TO ASTERIN. 

>> She is KILLING us rn

>> Fix this. Please.

>> also delete these texts, no evidence

<< *middle finger emoji*

<< make it a massage and a bottle of Johnny Walker and I will

Elide reached over to rest her hand on Lorcan’s knee, while sipping her own coffee. As she slid her hand slowly up his thigh, under his shorts, she felt his whole body go taught. Her pinky drawing a small ark right beside his member, she smiled into her coffee and leaned over slightly. 

“Wanna play a game?”

His inhale was audible. 

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Lorcan crashed into her from his position between her legs, his chin and lip still slick with her, she relished the taste. His mouth was hungry, lips near bruising and hands threading through her hair. She arched into the movement, moaning slightly as he slid his tongue against hers.

His hands travelled from her hair, down her back, and under her thighs, as he bodily lifted her from the chair to carry her to the bed. She whimpered slightly, Elide loved this. Loved feeling like she could be absolutely wrecked and taking back that control. She gave him a moment to think this was his game now. She loved his power.

He tossed her on the bed and made to crawl on top of her, but she waggled her finger back and forth before he could join.

“Lay down.” She commanded.

He did. Elide half expected a salute, and was 10% sad she wasn’t given one. 

As he lowered his body to the mattress beside her, she slid up his body to straddle him. She removed the rest of her clothing as he watched her. His large hands lightly caressing her sides, underneath her breasts, down her stomach, and finally coming to rest at her hips. His eyes crawled back up to meet hers, and in a night soft voice he murmured “Beautiful.”

The moment was terrifyingly soft. Elide grabbed his wrists and brought them above his head, eyes locked on hers. With one arm she held them there, and with the other she worked his cock free of his pants. He sighed against her neck. Elide bent forward to kiss him, slow and languid, still holding his arms aloft, her right hand brushing his head back and forth against her entrance. 

He growled and canted his hips slightly. She clicked her tongue and pulled back from him.

“What do you want?” Her voice was raspy, breathless.

“Everything.”

She slammed down onto him, and they moaned in unison. Rolling her hips forward, she worked him, each movement rubbing just the right spot inside her. Elide threw her head back, releasing his arms to place her hands on his chest, wracking her nails down it and flipping her hair in the same motion.

Lorcan grabbed her hips immediately, grip firm as he used his legs to begin fully thrusting inside of her. His rhythm: relentless. 

“That’s it baby.” He growled from beneath her. “Come all over me.”

Elide’s orgasm crested, eyes locked, hands bruising. She screamed.

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Lorcan nodded and leaned closer, “What did you have in mind Lochan?”

“Remember our first game?” She whispered into her coffee mug. Lorcan’s eyes shot to her hand still on his thigh, then to her eyes. He looked wild. She felt his cock twitch through his gym shorts. The sound he choked down was positively strangled.

“Scared?” She asked, beginning to withdraw her hand.

“Never.” His hand shot out to grab her wrist. She smirked.

“Good. Don’t move,” she purred. “And don’t make a fucking sound.”

Godsdamnit did Elide love brunch. 

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[falloutglow]

Hazard

[AO3 link]

Summary:  Down in the Third Rail, Nova wants to buy a drink while her ghoulfriend, NoOne, just wants to relax, and the mayor makes his entrance.

Written for Discord Server Prompt.

Nova hopped onto the bar stool and stared at the Mr. Handy wearing a bowler hat passing out drinks down at the other end of the counter. As he hovered back, Nova pressed her elbows on the counter, cupped her chin and batted her lashes. The Handy eyed her. He had a few stickers in red, white, and blue stuck to him. Or were they magnets. Oooo maybe they sold those too?

“You gonna buy something, or sit there taking up space, Ma’am?”

Nova grinned, refocusing on the Handy’s trio of eyestalks. “Got any whiiiisky?” She asked, letting her dangling feet kick the counter and her stool’s legs.

“Sorry,” he said, in his condescending tone, “fresh out.”

She squinted at him as she stuck out her lower lip. “Pleaaaaaaase~” she  fluttered her lashes again. When he didn’t make a move she huffed, “fiiine. What about some Stout stuff.”

A dark blue bottle appeared in front of her. “Twelve caps.”

She slapped eleven down and popped the one off her bottle. “Thaaaank youuuuu~” she sang before sliding off her chair and scurrying off close to the stage. A ghoul wearing a dusty cowboy hat raised her head as Nova took the open spot next to her.

She clicked her tongue as Nova tapped her bottle against the ghoul’s. “Charlie not sellin’ ya whiskey?” She guessed as Nova pulled her bottle close.

Nova sighed loudly. “Nooooo,” she took a swig of her drink and swished it in her mouth before swallowing, “eh, not the saaaame, NoOne.”

NoOne rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair. “Not my fault you’re a hazard to society when ya drink too much.” She took a sip of her own drink, a nuka cola and rum. Something else Nova was forbidden to drink in present location. “You’ll burn right through ‘em if yain’t careful, Matches.”

Nova’s lower lip quivered.

“No,” NoOne sighed loudly, “now hush, Mags is gonna sing something.”

Nova leaned on the table to rest her chin right as Magnolia in her flashy, sequin scarlet dress took to the stage. Nova perked up as the band started to play a nice jazz number and Magnolia’s voice cut through the chattering room. NoOne leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes as Nova placed her chin on her hands. Nova’s body swayed to the music as she hummed to the music. She turned to NoOne and grinned.

“Dance?” Nova asked, reaching over to grab NoOne’s hand.

One of NoOne’s eyes opened. She hummed. “You dance?”

Nova scoffed. “Of course!” She rolled her eyes, “We danced last week!”

NoOne snorted. “Fair.” She grunted as she sat up while Nova scurried to NoOne’s side as she stood. “How much didja drink?"

Nova blinked and puffed her cheeks. “Only like a couple sips.”

NoOne took a quick swig of her nuka cola and rum and sat it on the table. “Just checkin’.” Nova grabbed NoOne’s hands and dragged her to the open area before NoOne could protest too much.

Hand in hand they pushed and pulled each other. Nova beamed up at NoOne, not caring one bit that eyes were suddenly focusing on them. A couple steps and Nova spun. They pressed together as Nova laughed. She loved being spun. NoOne’s hand squeezed Nova’s shoulder as Nova pressed her hand on NoOne’s back. Their hands clasped together as they dipped with the rhythm. They broke apart and pulled together, side by side. NoOne smirked at Nova, her eyes sparkling against the neon.

They continued their dance, feet narrowly missing each other as the rhythm took them. NoOne chuckled, breathless, as she was dipped, her hand reactively holding onto her hat before gravity took it. Nova beamed as the Magnolia’s song ended and some folks who’d be watching, whistled in approval.

Nova helped NoOne back to her feet just as a familiar bright red frock came into view, clapping with the rest of the crowd.

“Not bad sweetheart,” Hancock laughed as he approached them, “not bad.” NoOne scoffed, her previous smile nonexistent as Hancock high fived Nova.

“And what’s our ‘good’ mayor doing round here?” NoOne said, idly placing her hands on her hips.

Hancock grinned at her as he leaned against the bar. “Ey Charlie, get everyone here a round on me.”

The Mr. Handy scoffed, but muttered an “Of course.” As he hovered over to the closest crowd at the bar, eagerly waiting for a refill.

Nova gasped. “Oooo! Can I have-“

Hancock pushed off the counter, his face turned serious as he nodded to their table. NoOne shot him a surprise look as she hooked arms with Nova, who started to pout, realizing nobody here was going to allow her to drink her whiskey. Hancock tilted his hat at Magnolia, signalling her to start up a new song as the trio hunkered down in their spots near the stage.

Hancock grabbed the stout bottle and swirled it. Nova huffed. “That’s mine.”

“Sorry Sister,” he said as he took a swig, “but you know the rules.”

She crossed her arms and stuck out her lower lip. “Y'all are rude.”

NoOne sniffed her drink and ran her finger on the rim before gently tasting it. Hm. Nothing. She took a last swig of her drink and sat her empty bottle back on the table. “Rather be rude than crispy, Matchstick.” She said, gently kicking the toe of her boot against Nova’s leg.

Nova sighed loudly as she, dramatically as possible, laid her cheek on the table. “I’ll burn it off…” she mumbled.

“Go get a nuka,” Hancock gestured to the bar with his head, “on the house.”

Nova laid there, frowning as she weighed her options before rolling off the table and lading perfectly on her feet. “Fine.” She crossed her arms, “but you still owe me.” She stuck her nose in the air and marched off while NoOne turned her attention to Hancock.

“So,” NoOne said, leaning on the table and pushing her empty bottle to the side, “what’s the good ol’ mayor doing busying himself with us locals and throwing caps at gettin’ everyone drunk?”

Hancock smirked against the mouth of his bottle. “Word on the street is ah…” he leaned towards her, voice lowering so not even Magnolia could hear him above her own voice, “you recently made a trip to a brewery.” He placed the stout bottle on the table and turned the label towards her.

NoOne grimaced. “Yes. That place was crawling with raiders. Very flammable. Your point?”

Hancock tapped the bottle. “Our favorite little flame mentioned something about a recipe…”

NoOne groaned and rubbed her face. “Of course she did.”

“Of course I did what?” Nova asked, taking a long swig of her Nuka Cola. She grinned as they stared at her like a radstag caught in a headlamp. “Didja know that alcohol can burn like 3 thousand degrees.” She nodded to herself as she sat down between them, “Very hot.”

Hancock snorted as NoOne shook her head. “No? Ya don’t say.” Hancock tapped the stout bottle against Nova’s Nuka Cola, “That is mighty hot.” NoOne tipped her empty bottle before either of them could tap it.

Nova nodded sagely, as she tapped the bottom of her bottle against the empty one, sending it spinning on the table. “Yep, though not nearly as hot as either of you.” She fluttered her lashes.

NoOne sighed and turned away as Hancock laughed. “Laying it on mighty thick today, Sister.”

NoOne cleared her throat and gave Nova a pointed look. “What do you want, Matchstick?”

Nova scooted her chair a bit closer to NoOne and leaned on the table. Her deep brown eyes staring deeper into the blackened abyss. “Dance with meeeeeee .” She stuck out her lower lip and fluttered her lashes again. “Pleaaaaaaase~”

Hancock gestured to Nova while giving NoOne a mischievous grin. “If you won’t, I wouldn’t mind giving our lady a dance.”

Nova gasped and bounced in her chair as she spun towards him. “ Really!? ”

Hancock nodded. “Course I would Sweetheart~”

NoOne frowned at Hancock as she grabbed Nova’s free hand. “Uh, no. I see what you both are doing and I hate both of you.”

Hancock shrugged his shoulders as Nova chugged the rest of her bottle. “Whatever do you mean?”

NoOne narrowed her eyes at him as Nova slammed her now empty bottle onto the table. “You manipulative little-“ Nova tugged NoOne down a little to plant a big wet kiss on her cheek. The rest of NoOne’s words died in her mouth.

“You loooove uuuuuus~” Nova sang and beamed at NoOne with pride while Hancock gave Nova a low-five.

NoOne grumbled under her breath as Nova tugged her to her feet. “C’moooon~ Another dance before Mags takes a breaaaaaaak.”

Hancock leaned back in his chair and raised the bottle towards them as NoOne was dragged to the dance floor. “Another time then.” He said to himself as Magnolia shot him an amused look, still singing and watching her crowd.

Nova held NoOne’s hands in hers and they once again began their dance, gently pushing and pulling each other as they found the rhythm to Magnolia’s next song. They laughed and spun, dipped and swayed, unaware of anyone else in the room. Hancock smiled to himself, drinking the remains of the Stout he took. He rolled his shoulders and adjusted his signature tricorn hat as he stood and slowly made his way towards the exit.

They’ll come find him when they’re done.

They always do.

[uayv]

＼(￣▽￣)／me again with my stream of bs album review that no one asked for~ nct 127 neo zone edition

Elevator (127F): * D I N G *. oh hellooooo sexy bass. the synth is so cute(?). lmao was gonnas ay this sounds relatively stripped back but then nevermmiiinnnnddddd. crey this is such a fun laid back song. like the kind of song id play on a sunny morning making pancakes to. 

영웅 (英雄; Kick It): honestly i love this kind of strong beat heavy songs. plus their using the same kind of chant/layered speak-sing voice that Go had. OH yeaahhh that brief beat of emptiness mmmmm sexy. eheh that one brief melodic sound softens the songs so much and makes it so nice on the ears. tbh i get why people are like oh its ~noise~ cause the melody is really hard to pull out. like you cant really hum this song without doing the dubstup BWOBBWOBWOBWOBOBWOB. ooooh raplineeeee. me a doyoung voice supremicist. im putting this on my work out playlist. ughiuhgehrigjhkewf haechans voice yeeeeee.

꿈 (Boom): creyeyryewryewurehjfkdkke johnnnyyyyyyy. i absolutely love boom. this was one of my favs during the song previews challenge thing. omfg this weird interlude...is this a bridge?...or part of the chorus???? whatever that weird sexy part is oh yeah im here for that. i actually have such a fondness for marks voice.

낮잠 (Pandora’s Box): oh looveee when it picks up. oooh a lil jazzy? blues? in the piano is it???? and that brief lil dance into minor during pandoras box. theyre really doing a lot of group lines eh. T^T maaarrrrrkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkleeelleeeeeee. taeeeyyoooonnngggg. JONNETH. man they went serious with them 90s synths. committing to the concept i approve.

Day Dream (白日夢): another ‘dream’ reference *notes into on insane conspiracy theory lockbox*. oh wtf ooooh this brief off-kilter beat suddenly in all this dreamy kind of haze. loving you feels like im dreaminnggg. interesting almost pizzicato singing layered with this amorphous dreamy sound. falestooooo. those chimes add such a nice touch. 

Interlude: Neo Zone: this is hella into the neo-verse style. i love how the interludes always have a bit of dissonance. OK DUBSTEP????????? sexy how they truly make it feel like youre gently falling from a day dream and suddenly it gets a little haunting and disjointed,,, and then hella BWAHBWAHBBWAHH. wait whatd he whisper?? no more trauma? drama?

뿔 (MAD DOG): this song is so hella taeyongs style. lol the tongue click. im just a hella sucker for marks voice. truly sounds like im blowing my speakers out with these sounds but its all good.

Sit Down!: omg sorry this just sounds like such a typical song that i might here in some clubs here. hahah jokes nevermind that was a sudden switch in the pre-chorus. OH NOPELMAO we’re back to the club. starting to see why theyve organized the album story this way and why the interlude is there.

메아리 (Love Me Now): oh sexiest opening in this album?? oooh the tropical pan flute thing in the back. this feels like one of those summer songs. I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME NOWOWOWOWOW. ohhh why do they manipulate the voices that way?? SO SUMMERY BUT ITS RAINING OUTSIDE MY WINDOW. whoever falsettoing with haechan *chefs kiss*. the kind of song id vacuum to in my earphones.

우산 (Love Song): SORRY THE BEAT IT STARTED WITH AND I WAS LIKE HELLO IS THIS BRUNO MARKS? ILL RENT A BEACH HOUSE IN MIAMI? WAK UP WITH NO JAMMIES? mmmmmm jaehyun. ooooh i fucking love this song. lots of fun effects in the background with a variety of spacing. 

백야 (White Night): that 90s ass synth. oh yeh. oh oh yeh yeh. serenaaddeeee meeeeeee. zoomzoomzoomzoom.

Not Alone: oh. OH. OH? i love how their voices blend together. its just so gorgeous. WHOSE LOW ASS VOICE WAS THAT. me popping a piece of chocolate in my mouth cause this song genuinely feels so comforting.

Dreams Come True: sexy. love u. oh a light sprinkle of that piano.